#sebastian oc

[cillian2006]

This is safure and seeker my pressure ocs

Safure is a Sebastian oc:

She /it

Age:49

Hight:5,5

Seeker

Age:50

He/it

Hight:7,9

[thecluelessdoctor]

i made a new silly to put into my in the makings story with Kai

His name is Sebastian. Also what is with me and giving men such voluminous hair.

His flamboyant, fruity, and probably a bit of a danger

Mood

Yes bro has slutty clothes. Appreciate it I don't normally give OCs slutty clothes

Kai is like "what the fuck"

[thatscribblingrat]

it has been six weeks since my last confession

[hemlocketrove]

happy pride to Sebastian (he/him, belongs to my friend Des!) and Phoenix (they/them)

They’re both the best and worst people you know.

[mel-the-pirate-writeblr]

Whumpay - Promises (M(T)PJ:DD)

My (Twisted) Pokémon Journey Snippets Masterlist

Prompts:

Day 29 - "I won't let them hurt you anymore."

Day 30 - Nightmares

1.2k words under the cut.

I have done a LOT of Italian homework in the last few days and I apparently thought a good way to decompress was to participate in another of the Whump Month Challenges for a hot second, that being @whumpay!

Check the tags for content warnings.

This is a part of the fourth/fifth book of Crystal's story, Ditto Defect. The long and short of it is that Crystal can use Transform, she starts having ~issues~ with controlling it, and she is found out. This is set in Unova, but touched on past events (from her current moment, it is considered the past). I have snippets of DD so it's a bit more random with organization.

Crystal’s world had been reduced back to an observation chamber in the P2 Laboratory, stuck in the familiar form of a Ninetales instead of her own body, but this time, it wasn’t Team Plasma scientists who visited her.

     It wasn’t even a human.

     This time, Dusknoir – The Great Dusknoir, Primal-Dialga’s-right-hand Dusknoir, Dusknoir from the Future – haughtily, leisurely, levitated into view. 

     “We didn’t even need to do anything, and you were served to us on a silver platter.”

     Crystal didn’t know who us included, but she glared at him – glared like she did before, at the Stockade. Glared like Grovyle and Celebi were there to back her up. Glared like she wasn’t trapped in the very place that sucked out every ounce of hope and replaced it with gallons of dread.

     He continued, “You refuse to become a weapon—”

     That’s not Dusknoir.

     “—but we have ways to arrange that.”

     That’s not Dusknoir’s voice.

     “You’ll wish we gave you something to do, but, alas,” he shrugged and gave her a pitying look. It quickly turned into a sneer. “You continue to resist, so we need to alter the stimulus.”

     Is Dusknoir using Sebastian’s voice?

     Dusknoir’s form started to shift, the dark colors gave way to the white of a lab coat, and his bulky form thinned into the shape of a human. Sebastian.

     “I’ll let you be for now,” he said with another sneer. “We’ll get to the tests soon enough, but... well, isn’t the human mind such a scary thing? You won’t have sentient thoughts, soon, but while you do, we’ll use those against you. We’ll use everything against you,” he promised, relishing in the threat. “I want to see what you’ll use against yourself.”

     He strolled out of view, as casually as he had come.

     Crystal took a step forward—

     Something solid pulled around her neck, and she heard the clink, clink of chain links behind her. She turned and saw a chain leading from a hook on the wall to the back of her neck. She couldn’t see the collar, but she knew it had to be there – she reached up, finding a few things dangling, as if they were charms or tags for non-battling Pokémon companions.

     One of them burned red-hot. Crystal jerked her paw away, and saw that the fur had burned away and singed on the edges, burning even the skin. I’m a Ninetales, I should be immune to fire damage and burns like this with Flash Fire.

     But the singed fur started spreading – slowly at first, but noticeably. It turned an ashy grey, then darkened to charcoal, a burning heat following.

     The burn started glowing a golden-orange color, searing away the skin with a molten intensity. Something poked through – even in the pain, one train of thought managed, Crystalline. Unfamiliar. 

     Finally, it burned through her mane – whatever hung off of her collar, it burned through the fur, and she could finally smell burning flesh and fur. And something pushing through the skin.

     Crystal doubled over and saw the crystal on her paw growing, actively growing, turning into a sharp spike of molten pain. Fire raced through her veins, all of it starting from the burn on her chest or her paw.

      “I won’t let them hurt you anymore.”

     The soft voice, the calming voice, soothed the fire she should have been immune to. She glanced up, still in pain, but it had started receding to a dull throb of heat.

     N watched her, concerned. He had opened the door to the chamber, he had a key in hand. “I’m going to set you free.”

     Memories surfaced – memories of emotion. Betrayal. Distrust. Fear. Anger. Fear. Anger. Fight or flight – she couldn’t run, not with the collar. Her fur started bristling in warning, she bore her fangs at him as her own fire raced up her throat, burning it with the golden flames. Her summoned Will-o-Wisps met N, and he halted.

     “Crystal, it’s N. Do you remember me?” He studied her, worry in his eyes. She could se him thinking, What did they do to you?

     I remember you. You are why I’m trapped here. You’re why I am like this.

     “Something’s wrong. We can fix it after I get that collar off.”

     Crystal growled louder.

     Then she blinked, and it was her brother – Kevin? – standing there with the key.

     “Let’s hurry and get out,” he said. “I don’t like those crystals.”

     An ever growing urge began inside, Crystal’s vision pulsed as she stared at Kevin’s neck – fixated on his jugular veins, the pulse she could hear, almost feel.

     He turned the key, unlocking the collar. She felt it come loose, but the burning only grew and spread, even as she left behind whatever had started it.

     “Come, we must go before they return.”

     That voice wasn’t Kevin.

     Crystal looked up and saw N, this time in his kingly regalia.

     She lunged at him, reaching for his throat with her teeth. She wanted the warm blood, she wanted his lifeforce, she wanted him dead. She wanted revenge. Someone else should pay for what they’ve done.

     She blinked again— and Kevin’s eyes, terrified eyes and his horrible blood spilling out of his throat, his hands reaching up and only coming away bloody.

     She couldn’t meet the betrayal in his eyes, couldn’t watch the life leave his eyes.

     Crystal knew when his heart stopped. She knew when he died.

     Looking back at the body— it was N.

     Footsteps sounded from outside the chamber, and Kevin walked into the bloody, gruesome sene.

     The two of them locked eyes – and Kevin hurriedly backed out and shut the door, the lock clicking into place.

     The burning stopped. The crystals fell out, leaving gaping holes in her chest and paw – one spilling more blood than the other, as it mixed with N’s.

     “There’s no saving you from this,” Kevin said, pointing at N’s body. “I won’t let them hurt you anymore – but you can’t be allowed to li—”

Crystal shot awake in her bed, heart pounding, phantom burns on her chest and hand. She hurried out of bed, down the hall, looking for Kevin’s room. Once she got to it, she opened the door slowly, listening.

     She heard slow, rhythmic breathing. Light snores. The blankets moved as he shifted position. Thank Arceus, you're alive. She quietly closed the door, focusing on breathing slowly to calm her heart.

     The dream slowly released her, the emotions receding as she re-oriented herself in reality.

     Soft footfalls on the carpet caught Crystal’s attention, her adrenaline ramping up again—

     “Syl?” her Sylveon said quietly, slowly approaching. In the near-darkness, Crystal could see Sylveon’s ribbon-like feelers reaching toward her.

     She reached out to Sylveon, and the feelers gently wrapped around Crystal's arm. “I’m okay,” she whispered, walking back toward her room as Sylveon fell into step beside her, guiding her. 

     Crystal doubted that Sylveon believed her, but at the same time, Sylveon couldn’t outright interrogate her, either. I just need your comforting presence and to go back to sleep.

     She settled into bed, Sylveon curling up against Crystal, her feelers loosely draped over her and on her arm.

     It was just a dream. She had to tell herself that, she had to believe it. It was just a nightmare.

     Crystal closed her eyes, focusing on Slyveon’s presence. The lulling warmth contrasted the burning from earlier, a kind feeling and not a fierce one. She relaxed, lulled into a half-sleep as thoughts mixed with memories at random, the kind of liquid chaos a brain makes on its way to sleep.

Oh, my, a voice in her head drawled, sourceless and ethereal. You’re more qualified to torment yourself than I am, aren’t you? You’re much better at this than I am. After all – I was just the spark, so to speak. But the rest? My dear, that was all you.

[rinnysega]

Story - An Elena P and Gus Drabble

(Drabble from the SPLAT Server Pirate AU “Our Flag Means SPLAT”)

Elena Pascual hummed to herself as her feather quill traced along the paper to finish writing down everything Gustavo Pinheiro was saying. As their esteemed guest - or prisoner as he often reminded the crew - Gustavo paced back and forth in his cell, coming up with another scene off the top of his head for her to record as she sat on the outside of the brig with her notebook.

“-and then Sebastian will jump into the ocean and rescue Miss Ruiz before it’s revealed that...I don’t know, he can breathe underwater or something, yeah, he was a royal merman this whole time who got legs when he traded uh something for them - I’ll figure out the logistics later I suppose.”

“Ha! What?” Elena looked up from her book. “That’s not at all realistic.”

“Well what do you want me to do?” Gustavo leaned against the bars, holding onto them as if his feet would crumble beneath him any moment. “Everyone hated my last story last time when I tried to be realistic.”

“Because you wrote Hernando getting stabbed and thrown overboard. Did you see the way he almost cried when you said he didn’t live?”

“It’s realistic!” Gustavo shouted. “They said they wanted to hear stories about themselves, so I did! And they hated it!”

“Sebastian probably would like the idea that he used to be a merman, but perhaps, just a small suggestion, don’t kill anyone off in the story who has authority to lock you up down here?”

“Well when Diego gets back, you guys are going to be in so much trouble, so I’m not really that pressed about it.”

“Well that’s not for another week, so if you want to spend tonight back in his room, then maybe try an angle where Sebastian saves Miss Ruiz from the storm, but comes close to dying himself. Then there’s a twist that it is Miss Ruiz who will rescue her lover. It’s romantic and no one dies!”

“Oh please.” Gustavo rolled his eyes.

“What? Mad that I came up with something better than you?”

“Mad that I was going to pitch that exact same story next week, but it would be about me saving Diego so he’d have a great story to come back to.”

“Like you could save anyone from anything,” Elena laughed, and it only made that aristocrat grow more angry. “You and Miss Ruiz may be cut from the same cloth, but she’s a little more feisty and durable than you, princess. I could see her saving Sebastian. Only thing you’re good at saving is a penny.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice raised. “Well I’m going to write my own story about myself in my head without you! I’m going to be so cool and strong and dangerous-”

-Elena laughed as loud as he ever heard her laugh at that sentence which only made him tense up in offense-

“-and everyone’s going to clap and say ‘good job, well done, Gus! We underestimated you!’”

“Now that's about as unrealistic as a merman Sebastian as I ever heard.” Elena wiped a tear from her eye as she calmed down her chuckles and wrote about merman Sebastian anyway.

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[seharuuchan]

I’ve always wanted to chug a jar of mayo

[shandzii]

Who would win in a battle, Sebastian or Mariza?

you didn't specify what kind so Uno battle be upon them

Mariza lost since Uno doesn't exist in her world,, she gonna lock in once she figures out the rules and demand a rematch with a vengeance

[mataroonii]

This stupid fucking sneaker

[tikhondownichi]

[cillian2006]

Mini Workshop Sebastian is full of surprises

{I forgot his other hand}

[archiepelago]

I think about sebastian on the surface a normal amount

[thatscribblingrat]

i should draw these two more actually

[oftenoffler]

NO NO NO NO NOT MY PATIENT NOT MY PATIENT

[kaikonn]

POV: You got 8 hearts with all the bachelors/bachelorettes, so everyone kinda flirts with you

[miittchan]

me and my bestie