Sebastian/Stefano content with occasional detours into other fanfiction and fanart. Completed works: Negative Space, Catalyst, Soft Focus, Afterimage, Displaced, Underground, White Noise, and various one-shots that can be found on my AO3 account. Always happy to talk; feel free to send an ask or message. Avatar by @noctambularis.
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I was achievement hunting and got this amazing screenshot. There was a bloody texture on his mouth and I thought vampire.
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I turned 21 today!! I wanted to post the sketch before I start to render. The Evil within series has kept me afloat this last year. I love these boys so much.
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This took forever to upload so NO IM NOT LATE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEFANO.
I’m super proud of this project it took me nearly 13 hours total.
#stefano valentini#the evil within 2#I’m super late to the party#but happy belated birthday I guess#<3
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when the yaoi is toxic
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Cosplay test of Maria!
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A Lapse in Judgment (Fanfic)
Another one-shot that's been languishing in my documents for a while...
#the evil within 2#stefano valentini#sebastian castellanos#steseb#fanfiction#explicit content#explicit language
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It’s canon-typical Stefano! I'm making this into an art print and am currently experimenting with photo papers and a new printer. Will update again soon~
It’s always fun to draw Stefano being elegant and dangerously devious :3 Sometimes the details of his canon personality escape me when I'm really immersed in a fanfic or an AU, so going back to the original material was a fun refresher, haha.
Happy December, everybody! ٩(˘◡˘)۶ It's our boi's birthday month! <3
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I actually wrote this one a few years ago but realized it was never posted. Enjoy!
#the evil within 2#sebastian castellanos#stefano valentini#steseb#fanfiction#explicit language#explicit content
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“Reflection”
Wanted to do some reference practice that was more loose and sketchy, just for fun :)
Despite the visual connection, this isn’t meant as a reference to Hamlet, haha. Though honestly, Stefano would be the type to monologue while holding a skull, and then run off to ‘find’ more ‘materials’ for his art.
I had a rough mid-November and it’s getting awfully chilly here, so if it’s winter where you are too, stay warm out there and take care of yourselves! ☕️
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absolutely love your art style and the way you draw stef for quite a while now. you capture his essence SOO well 💖💖
Ahh thank you so much!! That's very kind of you <3 I'm so glad you've enjoyed the Stefano fanart. Anytime I need some art practice or suddenly feel the urge to draw, Stefano is my go-to inspo, I love him. It's been really fun drawing him over the years!
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Day 31 of Whumptober 2024: Falling
No. 31: ASKING FOR HELP Therapy | Making Amends | “I’m alive, I’m just not well.” (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)
AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.
Alva is a young biology teacher sent to work in a small town who ends up stranded on a strange island with his older fatherly colleague Sean after a fishing trip gone wrong.
This is a story that takes place the morning after Day 29.
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Falling
Alva turns in his deep dreamless sleep and his body finds out that the bed it is in is much narrower than what it is used to by falling off it.
As he feels the solid surface underneath him shift to air, he cries out instinctively in a panic, thinking he is about to drown. Instead, his body just hits the floor and he opens his eyes. His heart is racing, threatening to break through the rib cage.
He whimpers as he sits up leaning back against the bed with his legs spread out on the floor and tries taking deep breaths.
His mind clears quicker than his body can calm down. He does not like where this might be going.
"This better not become a regular thing... I would hate to wake up like this every day," he thinks.
Alva hears rapidly approaching footsteps from the outside. Fingers squeeze into the window crack he left before bed and slide it completely open. His colleague (and good friend) Sean leans inside with a look of worry written all over his face.
"What happened?! Are you alive, kid?"
His words are accompanied by mildly labored breathing and his face is a little red.
"I'm alive, I'm just not well," Alva confesses. "I fell and I thought I was going to drown... Like, I was still on that fucking boat."
"I'm sorry…"
Alva tries to get up but his legs are still shaking.
"Could you… help me get up, please?"
When he looks up Sean is not there. His heart sinks for a moment before he puts two and two together, that coming in through the window is neither easy, nor conventional. He waits, focusing on steadying his breathing, his body still reeling from the shock of the perceived near-death.
Sean opens the door and approaches him after a while putting his hand on Alva's shoulder. He is frowning and does not look him in the eyes.
"I am sorry I took you on that boat trip, kid," he sighs.
Sean has never brought it up during the 8 days out at sea. Neither did Alva, since he could not blame the man for a sudden storm, so why rub salt into the wounds? Sean has been so jolly most of this time, he thought it also did not bother him.
"No, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known." Alva reassures him as he is helped up onto the bed. "Don't worry about it. I do not blame you in the slightest, Sean."
"I understand. But it still sucks to be the accidental cause of all our troubles... even if I am not exactly to blame."
Sean sighs again combing through his white beard with his fingers. He looks so tired, suddenly. Nothing like his usual self.
"L-let's go have breakfast." Alva suggests, unsure how else to help him. "Maybe we can find something tasty to cheer ourselves up in the kitchen?"
"I've already eaten…" Sean confesses sheepishly, but then his eyes light up and he smiles again. "But I've never said no to a second breakfast!"
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Promptober 2024 Day 32- RE Crossover (AU)
Thank you everyone who has submitted prompts and followed the stories this Promptober! It's been a lot of fun, and I am always so happy to see people still active in the fandom. Take care, and Happy November!
Prompt: RE Crossover
Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical gore
Sebastian pulls his jeep into a Mizoil gas station just outside of Raccoon City. He could probably make it to the police department on what he’s got left in the tank, but it never hurts to be prepared. He runs his credit card and starts the gas flowing before staring off down the highway.
Everything was going fine until yesterday. He’d passed all of the screenings, and they had finished processing his transfer from Krimson to the Raccoon City Police Department, but then all communication from the recruiter who hired him ceased abruptly. At first, he figured there was some kind of problem with his email, but the phones at the department were also down, and when he tried to contact other local emergency services, no one picked up there either.
Now there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Just yesterday he was so excited to start his new job, but he’s not even thinking about that anymore. Something is very wrong in Raccoon City, and he’s going to find out what.
His thoughts are interrupted by a loud crash from inside the gas station convenience store. He whips around to face it and realizes for the first time that the lights inside are off, which is weird, because it’s only 9:00 PM and this seems like the kind of place that’s open twenty-four hours anyway.
He starts to move toward the door, alert for any other movement or noises, but he’s only made it a few steps when a loud crack cuts through the air- the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. It’s followed by several more, and Sebastian breaks into a jog, reaching the front door of the store at the same time as someone else hits it from the other side.
Sebastian quickly steps back, pulling the door open, and the other man stumbles out onto the pavement. He’s a few inches shorter than Sebastian with black hair that flops into his face but doesn’t hide his panicked expression. He’s dressed casually, in a black T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots, but Sebastian’s eyes go immediately to the gun in his hand, mind racing as he tries to figure out if this is a threat.
The man shakes his head vigorously and points to the open door beside Sebastian, and when Sebastian turns his head he can see why. Three figures are moving toward the open door, but their movements are stiff, jerky, and somehow inhuman. They stagger forward, arms outstretched, and one of them emits a sort of forlorn wail as it shambles toward the door.
Sebastian stares, dumbfounded as it closes in on him, but he can’t make sense of what he’s seeing. The man’s skin is pale, almost gray, and it’s peeling off in places, as though he’s decaying right in front of him. His mouth hangs slack, and the odor is indescribable.
“Do something!” the man beside him shouts, and that jolts Sebastian out of his trance.
His hand goes to the pistol in his holster, and he draws it, aims, and pulls the trigger in one fluid motion, sending the first man careening onto the floor. The other two are not dissuaded at all, and they continue forward, stumbling over the first man’s body as they reach for Sebastian.
He fires again and again, only stopping when they are both on the floor as well. Adrenaline is surging through him, and his heart is pounding in his ears, almost as loud as the gunshots. He slowly lowers his arm, hand shaking as he holsters his weapon.
“Nice shooting,” the man beside him says, sounding genuinely impressed.
“Thanks,” Sebastian replies, blinking slowly as he tries to process what just happened. His relief that the threat is neutralized is tempered by horror at the bizarre scene in front of him and the dawning realization that he’s just shot three people. “I guess-”
His words are cut off by a shout of warning from the other man, and he spins to see that there are more figures approaching from all sides. They’re almost completely surrounded, and there are already several of them in between him and his jeep.
“Quick!” the man says, “This way!”
Sebastian turns to follow him as he sprints down the sidewalk, darting around the corner of the gas station to where a motorcycle is parked.
“Get on!” the man snaps, already throwing his leg over the seat.
Sebastian doesn’t ask any questions. He straddles the motorcycle behind his new companion just as the engine roars to life and the bike lurches forward. Sebastian has to throw an arm around the other man’s waist to keep from being unseated, but he manages to get his balance and find the footrests as they tear out of the parking lot.
“What happened back there?” he shouts as they race down the highway, weaving in and out between stopped cars and more of the strange, lurching figures. “Was there some kind of disease outbreak?”
It doesn’t quite fit what he just saw, but it’s his best guess.
“No idea,” the man calls back.
“Who are you?”
“Stefano.”
“I’m Sebastian. I was supposed to be starting at the police department tomorrow, but they went offline. Now I don’t know what the hell is happening.”
He braces himself as Stefano aims for a very tight space between a car and the guardrail, but they shoot through without touching either of them.
“My sister’s a police officer in Raccoon City,” Stefano says. “I haven’t been able to reach her either.” There’s a long pause before he adds. “It sounds like we both may find some answers at the police station.”
“Then that’s our next stop,” Sebastian agrees.
Stefano nods and accelerates down the highway. The wind whips his hair back into Sebastian’s face, but Sebastian’s arm is locked around his waist. He just manages to read the writing on a large, illuminated billboard as they fly by.
Welcome to Raccoon City
Home of Umbrella
#the evil within 2#stefano valentini#sebastian castellanos#steseb#fanfiction#steseb promptober 2024#crossover#I know it doesn't make any sense that Stefano's sister is a police officer#but I just wanted them to ride a motorcycle together#and of course there are zombies
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Day 30 of Whumptober 2024: Apple puree
No. 30: RECOVERY Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | “What have I done?”
AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.
This is taking place in my own DnD/fantasy world.
Barnaby is a fungal mage who loves mixing drinks. A mycologist mixologist, if you will.
This is a moment from his teenagehood.
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Apple puree
Barnaby's bandages up right hand is shaking a little when he takes the spoon. There is a small bowl in his healthy hand. It is full of apple puree. He has not had "solid" food in months. Ever since he managed to fight off the Fungal Plague, he has been stuck to exclusively drinking things due to what the mycelium and the surgeries to remove it did to his stomach.
The first week or two he could only drink the same healing herbal soup made by Polina following his doctor's instructions. Then he was allowed to try compote. He vomited the first time but after another couple of days, he was able to keep it down. Then he was allowed to drink tea, milk and many other things. He enjoyed coming up with new combinations things he could drink and making them with Polina. His brain had something to work on and his tongue was finally pleased with him, although not all combinations were successful.
Now the moment of truth is here. He feels like he is more than ready to handle a puree but his doctor urged him to be careful still.
He dips the spoon in and collects as much of it as he can, hearing a sigh from the doctor. He would normally grin at that but he is too focused now.
He almost drops a bit of it before his wobbly hand reaches his face. He inhales sharply at that danger. Not a single piece will be wasted. Unless he throws up after this but that is a problem for a future Barnaby.
The spoon goes into his mouth and he wraps his tongue over it to lick off all the puree. It is not the best tasting thing he has had in the past weeks but the texture is heaven. He can feel the skin under his remaining left eye begin to itch and burn as the tears threaten to well up in it as his teeth close on a harder piece and crush it.
What have I done?
The sudden thought appears in his mind.
I could have just stayed at home. I could have avoided all the hurting and almost dying, being unable to eat or walk. And I could have still had both of my eyes.
He curses himself as the spoon pops out of his mouth. After chewing a couple more times, just because he can, he finally swallows the puree.
He waits with bated breath.
Nothing hurts. He does not want to vomit.
He waits some more.
It is still okay.
And a little more for good measure.
Nothing.
It could have always been like that.
He did not suffer for some great cause or heroic deed.
He suffered because he chose to take a stupid useless risk. He snuck out as the Plague was raging on and ended up bitten.
Barnaby sniffles and scoops another spoonful. A few tears roll down the left side of face as he continues eating.
This all could have been avoided if he were not so impatient.
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Day 29 of Whumptober 2024: Nap
No. 29: FATIGUE Labyrinth | Burnout | “Who said you could rest?”
AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.
Alva is a young biology teacher sent to work in a small town who ends up stranded on a strange island with his older fatherly colleague Sean after a fishing trip gone wrong.
This is a story about how they found that island. It takes place right after Day 17.
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Nap
As soon as the bottom of the boat grinds into the pebbled shore Alva stumbles out of it and after a few of wobbly steps to get away from the water falls face first with a weak relieved groan, then rolls on his back.
"Who said you could rest?" Sean teases and chuckles, getting out soon after him slowly and carefully. "We've just arrived and you're already tired?"
His legs are also barely functional after sitting in the small boat for 8 days straight, so he decides to take his time walking.
"We still have that whole hill to climb. Let's get to that building on top and see if there is anyone there. I'm sure there is a bed or a couch there that is much more comfortable than this."
"I can't move a muscle." Alva answers quietly word by word.
He is both the happiest and most relieved he has been in his life and completely and utterly exhausted. 8 days of utter torture. Eating raw fish, sleeping in cramped conditions, praying he would die quickly and painlessly and the salt. The fucking salt. He really wants to wash himself and brush his teeth. Eat something sweet. Or at least not salty. But he truly cannot make his body move. It does not want to leave this heavenly piece of dry stable ground.
He closes his eyes for a second and immediately drifts off to sleep.
"Let's go, my young friend! There is no need to torture ourselves anymore…"
Sean crouches down next to Alva to give him a good shake and only then notices that the young man is actually asleep.
"Oh."
He tilts his head in surprise but does not say anything else, instead just sitting down fully. He should give the kid a few minutes to rest if he is this fatigued. The island is not going to disappear from underneath them.
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