"When did I lose sight of what's real?"Sebastian Castellanos. Detective And professional drunk with nothing left to lose.Indie TEW RP, semi-selective
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Photo
My fav The Evil Within moments 2/?
434 notes
·
View notes
Conversation
Sick rp Starters
"Hey there, Rudolph."
"I'm pretty sure tissues exist so you won't sneeze on me."
"Ugh! Cover your mouth!"
"You sound awful, you know that?"
"And you've been like this how long?"
"You really can't take care of yourself, can you?"
"Oh, gross! I better not get sick!"
"What are you doing here? You should be in bed."
"You're kind of adorable when you're sick. You know, in a pathetic way."
"Stop it! You're getting your germs everywhere!"
"I'm taking care of you, and that's final."
"I don't care if I get sick. I just want to help you get better."
"Did you sleep last night?"
"You've been coughing an awful lot. You okay?"
"Jesus! That the tenth time you've sneezed on me today! What is your problem?"
"Did you just throw up?"
"Do you need more blankets?"
"Is it too hot or too cold?"
"Hmmm, you definitely have a fever."
"I think it's bedtime for you."
"You have to take the medicine, or you won't get better!"
"Hey, you alright? You look pale."
"Here, just take the whole box of tissues."
"Gosh, you must be really sick..."
14K notes
·
View notes
Photo

More fanart of The Evil Within :I hi. my whole art blog is this right now… I’m so inspired, though! I adore the character designs in this game, and Seb is so cute to draw with everyone. Here’s some more love for sassy nurse Tatiana, drawn for my lady <3 Poor beatup Sebs never wants to accept anyone’s help… but can’t say no to her ;D
411 notes
·
View notes
Text
"I guess that'd be the right thing to do, but killing isn't easy--"
Of course he says this as he immediately lunges forward with his combat knife and pierces through barb wired skull.
It's a little ironic, but he does it again like three more times.
It was an undeniably dangerous thing to do, but bobbing and weaving and stabbing in the face seemed to get more results than shooting them did. He backs away from the oncoming horde, pulling her along with him towards the nearest closable door.
"These things aren't worth your bullets, trust me. There are bigger, badder things you'll want to shoot. Just come with me, and we'll find a way out together, alright?"
{ ♔ } —— "Then I suppose you kill me," Lara really didn’t have time for this, she wanted a way out just like he did. The brunette shook her head and only froze at the sounds of groaning and moaning. Gurgling and hissing. This place was a never ending storm of the psychotic. ”..But first, we kill these things first.” Illuminated eyes and gaping mouths. Arms were heavy ready to swing and do some damage. Lara slammed a clip into her suppressed handgun and began to take a few out, but of course. They loved to get right back up. ”Damn it..”
4 notes
·
View notes
Note
19!
causing a fire while cooking

Today was just a particularly shitty day for Sebastian. He was alone— it was dark and storming outside. The walls of his home rumbled with every drop of thunder, he’d even fallen off the couch at some point, but it was more than enough to wake him from a nightmarish, liquor induced nap. The detective stood up and grumbled, stumbling toward the dim light of the kitchen. He was drunk and he was hungry, trying to make himself something that wasn’t left over Chinese take-out for dinner. As he stepped through the doorway it had finally dawned on him that he had stuck something in the oven.
The timer was going off. The fire alarm was beeping— How long had it been beeping? The oven was smoking— How long had he been asleep?
Sebastian doesn’t hesitate to yank the fire alarm out of the ceiling— the steady metronome of ‘beep beep beep’ was beginning to make brain pound against skull. It wasn’t comfortable, made him want to drink more— but that wasn’t a good idea. He settles for a glass of tap water instead.
He turns off the oven. Doesn’t dare open the door. Just watches as the poor fire starves, same as him.
The closer he looked at the dying flame, the easier it was to see a familiar face. A face with burned and marred features that he remembered so well. The face that drove him mad. The detective shook his head violently until the hallucination disappeared.
But he’d be back… he always came back.
#xsurvivant#;journals#wow this is really shitty#i'm still trying to get a hold of this character crie
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Not-So-Domestic Meme
Send me a number and I’ll write a drabble about my muse:
burning your muse’s dinner
shrinking your muse’s favorite shirt in the wash
finding a cockroach
unclogging the toilet
our muses running out of milk
fighting over whose turn to do dishes
forgetting to water the plants
finding a “surprise” from the dog/cat/pet
forgetting to do the laundry
refusing to take out the trash
our muses’ roof is leaking
our muses bickering over the air conditioning settings
switching your muse’s coffee to decaf
forgetting to pay our muses’ electric bill
our muses’ wifi going out
the a/c or heater breaking
the water heater breaking
forgetting to buy groceries
causing a fire while cooking
grumbling about having to clean the bathroom
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
"I could ask you the same thing, sir." Her accent curt and crisp with irritation. "Do I honestly look like any of the damned things here?"
Lips purse into a thin line, brows furrow and he folds his arms. Sebastian gives her the once over, she seems just fine, honestly. And if she's still alive and breathing, she can definitely hold her own. The detective does not apologize though, because he's still unsure.
"No-- No you don't, but you could turn at any moment. -- And then what?"
4 notes
·
View notes
Photo
My fav The Evil Within moments 1/?
105 notes
·
View notes
Note
"You're stuck in this place as well?"

Who was this woman to appear and ask questions?Who was she at all? Was she even real? Is he hallucinating?If he stuck his hand out would he graze cream colored skin?Or would his fingers phase right through her?Would she turn into the haunted-- right before his eyes?The detective keeps his distance, couldn't be too sure.
"Yeah-- This place is screwing with my mind...How do I know you're not just going to tryand kill me like everything else here?"
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
"Look at what you've done!"

"Did I upset you? Good.I'm fucking terrified, alright?There's no denying that anymore,but that won't stop me from burningeverything to the ground. I want out.And if that's how I find it, so be it."
#wow this took me like three or four days to answer and i am so sorry#midterms kill the man ok#withevil
1 note
·
View note
Conversation
hurts| starters
"Never give up, it's such a wonderful life."
"Some things are best left unspoken."
"Do you know how it feels to let you go?"
"I feel so lost."
"Talk to me. Tell me your lies."
"Just take my hands. I'll make it all better."
"I don't feel safe."
"All my life I've felt this way, but I could never find the words to say."
"Since the day I left I see your face in every crowd."
"I feel lust like a sick disease."
"I know you need me too."
"I'm going home."
"Remember when it was just you and me?"
"Don't bring me back to life."
"Such a beautiful lie."
"I need somebody to die for."
"Love is not that easy!"
"Someday when you wake up happy you'll thank the Lord that I'm gone."
"It's a long way down when you're alone."
"I'll forget about you."
"Don't cry, please don't cry."
"I came so close to giving up."
"When I go, you will be someone new."
"There is no turning back."
"I've got nothing left to live for, but no reason yet to die."
"I see you when I close my eyes."
"Can you hear me?"
"I'm tired of being afraid."
"You'll be better off on your own."
"All I want for Christmas is New Year's Day."
"Home is where the heart is."
"You know I love you."
"We all get hurt by love."
"I can't sleep."
"I will give you my devotion until the end of time."
"I have no reason to forgive you."
"I'm afraid of myself."
"Nothing that I do will ever be enough for you."
"I wish that I was stronger."
"I could never live without you."
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Why are you out by yourself so late?"
"I'll never leave you again."
"My heart is empty."
"There's nothing left to lose."
"I'd rather be lonely than by your side."
"Look at what you've done!"
"Don't leave tonight."
"I can't hold my head up high with the weight of the world on my shoulders."
"You will never be forgotten with me by your side."
"Carry me away from the pain."
"Is this the end of the love that had just begun?"
"Things we never say are often best left alone."
"I can't cry any more tears."
"I wish I could stay with you tonight."
"Things are going to get better."
"Things aren't going to get better."
"Time waits for no one, so do you want to waste some time tonight?"
"I've been waiting my whole life to tell you how I feel."
"There is no light inside of a broken heart."
"No matter where they take me, death I will survive."
"Don't let go."
"I need you."
"I don't need this life."
"Stay with me. Please."
16K notes
·
View notes
Text
He feels something akin to frozen fingertips pressing tightly into his windpipe for a split second, although it truly feels like an eternity.
He stops once more, if only to think about this. This couldn't have been the haunted-- they were a mindless bunch, loud and dangerous-- their sole purpose to kill or die trying. Drones. Whoever or whatever this was, was not.
This was Ruvik, wasn't it?
This was a game for him, wasn't it? A game that Sebastian was not fond of-- a game that he had no choice but to play; Cat and mouse, and he was always the mouse.
The detective finally decides that it's better not to look back. To keep moving forward instead; to run.
It’s already bad enough that he’s lost. It’s bad enough that he’s low on ammo, covered in cuts and bruises and blood. It’s bad enough that he’s paranoid. Even worse when he feels something akin to finger tips, glide across his back.
This staircase was supposed to be empty, he made damn sure that it was empty. Sebastian has to stop for a moment, to keep calm and turn around. To see what had just touched him— Nothing. Just a breeze, then? He keeps moving.
Forward. To an exit. Quickly.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's already bad enough that he's lost. It's bad enough that he's low on ammo, covered in cuts and bruises and blood. It's bad enough that he's paranoid. Even worse when he feels something akin to finger tips, glide across his back.
This staircase was supposed to be empty, he made damn sure that it was empty. Sebastian has to stop for a moment, to keep calm and turn around. To see what had just touched him-- Nothing. Just a breeze, then? He keeps moving.
Forward. To an exit. Quickly.
5 notes
·
View notes