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I will always find it enjoyable to grey him a little bit.

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Hey! Remember how i said I'd make an ao3? Well I did that! I posted something literally just now, gogo! go read! ao3 exclusive!

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I know this video has been going around. but the gills on his neck. oh my baby. he looks so curious. just a little boy who lost his childhood. oh poor thing.

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NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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What if the reader had abandonment issues? And have this fear in the back of their mind that Sebastian is going to leave them. Even if they know it's not true. Totally not projecting anything. Nope

honestly enough, he has the same worry. why would you stay with him? aren't you afraid he could hurt you? he's just a big hideous monster, why would you pick him over everybody?

he's pretty awful with this genre of problem, distancing himself in case you decide yourself to up and abandon him at any given point. he's ignoring his own heart and refusing to let himself get too close to you, he doesn't wish for it to hurt even more then necessarily when he's preparing for you to leave him - so he's pretty closed off all things considered.

but he'd be lying to say it didn't hurt him a little. he can gaze down at you while you rest on his chest after hours, regaining stamina you'd lost over countless expiditions. he can run a hand through your hair and feel the ache within deep in his chest, a place he'd thought he lost sensation towards.

he'll know he can't leave, he knows he let himself get too attached. when you stirr in your rest and he feels his chest clench as he instinctively tugs you closer, he'll know he's stuck. he doesn't say anything directly to you, never verbally. but when you're fast asleep like this, he'll mumble under his breath that you're the one who'll take up his mind. always and forever. carve your name into his heart and catch his blood that spills.

he's helpful, giving you free supplies and slipping notes in your pockets before you leave his shop each time. he's terrified you won't return, always. but he's trying. for you. for him. for the sake of together.

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hi i cant speak for everyone, but i think it would be nice for a misc seb thing? instead of x reader? like i said i can't speak for everyone, but i rlly like things that focus on his character and i think it would be fun.. :3

I caved and uploaded one not long ago. I have many more that I can probably post as fillers - I'm glad to hear some people wish to see my writing like that. :,) most of them are angst, though.

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Are you willing to write a yandere Sebastian or does that go against your boundaries?

I can write yandere stuff! I don't mind obsession and things along those lines - a few of my drafts have things along those lines regardless.

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Imagine Sebastian's partner is shorter than average so they look extra small next to him

I dread to think. on his own he stands 62-ish feet long, so imagine a situation that would require you to lay down full beside each other? he'd be keeping himself curled up at the cost of a few aches and cramps purely to make you feel slightly better.

he'd be cosnistantly teasing about it, comparing hand sizes and teasing you about how it "really matches your height." he'll be picking you up by the collar of your clothing at his own free will, just because he felt a little bored. at least he's soft with it...

he doesn't mind helping you reach things, suddenly most of the items around his shop and private quarters you tend to use the most are lower down for convenience. he's having a few more issues in his lower back, but cramps are a small price to pay for your general accessibility and satisfaction.

doesn't mean he'll call you shortstack any less. but remember, only he can tease you like that.

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plagued with kitty trait sebastian again.

he who curls himself up so tight, rests a head on your leg when he wants a shred of your attention and is too embarrassed to say a word of it, too nervous to percieve and ask. who lets out the softest rumble from the pit of his chest when you bury a hand in his hair and ever so gently scratch his scalp.

he who readjusts himself, to be half over you, softly kneading at whatever skin his claws and pawpads can get ahold of. from slow blinking to barely ever opening his eyes - he's so tired, and you know it. he lets out little sound and has little twitches in his sleep, you can relax him so easily by reaching a hand and gently stroking him. just like mama.

you can't forget about the little sound he makes when it's time to wake up, obviously he mrrps. looking at you with the biggest glowing blue eyes known to man. he loves you enough.

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plagued with kitty trait sebastian again.

he who curls himself up so tight, rests a head on your leg when he wants a shred of your attention and is too embarrassed to say a word of it, too nervous to percieve and ask. who lets out the softest rumble from the pit of his chest when you bury a hand in his hair and ever so gently scratch his scalp.

he who readjusts himself, to be half over you, softly kneading at whatever skin his claws and pawpads can get ahold of. from slow blinking to barely ever opening his eyes - he's so tired, and you know it. he lets out little sound and has little twitches in his sleep, you can relax him so easily by reaching a hand and gently stroking him. just like mama.

you can't forget about the little sound he makes when it's time to wake up, obviously he mrrps. looking at you with the biggest glowing blue eyes known to man. he loves you enough.

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hello sebastian community on tumblr. has anybody had any ideas rolling around in their brain? I'd be happy to hear and maybe write a few drabbles out...

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Did i mention I have an ao3? I've been tempted to begin uploading fics and writings there, of course you lucky tumblr users may get those smaller posts I make, but I thought it'd be a fun time to reach out to larger audiences. what do you think? I'll post links here when I do upload.

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sebastian small pupils is so delightful to me. the lights are off and you can see him struggling to sleep, though when he senses a movement and turns his head towards you. it's the smallest blue dots you've ever seen from him. but once you switch the lights on or he flips his esca, it's back to the biggest brightest blue orbs you've ever seen in your life and he's staring at at clueless because why do you look so weirded out?

🧿🧿 -> 🔵🔵

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Did you see the pressure April fools update?

I did! Completed it almost instantly, big fan of painters doodles. Big fan of animatronic style sebastian.

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I could make an in depth analysis about the fact that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and with the factor sebastian has 3 ; commonly known as the number for both wisdom, freedom, and the concepts of the past present and future. But I won't be annoying unless somebody asks. as well as the fact in Chinese it's a representation for living. the definitive of "alive."

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✎ File contents - Sebastian solace, Solo work. ( 500 )

⎙ Examination Results - Sebastian has always repeated advice to himself from a very young age, after all, he never thought there'd be a time it didn't stick to him. Unfortunately, time and a sense of yearning doesn't feed a growing hunger.

⌕ Research Gathered - Angst, Mentions of drink spiking, Vague suggestions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, Sebastian has some insecurities ( Not explicitly mentioned ), Claws cause blood, Loss of identity, Eating corpses mention, Probably dissociation.

sebastian had never been popular, familiar eyes had never racked along his own flesh in a mirror of his bedroom mirror and perceived as somebody to be liked. it wasn't that he hadn't done anything deserving of, he could solve a rubix cube in 7.3 minutes approximately, cut time off when his brother asked for help with his homework. he could judge a person's character within a moment of knowing them, if you hadn't counted the group of guys he once trusted too much with his drink.

he couldn't view himself as somebody people would glance at for more then a moment, he didn't wish to be normal - he didn't ever want to blend in. though it was safer, it had always been safer to stick with a crowd of people that will not even remember your name. save face, knock wood.

don't draw attention to yourself, sebastian. don't walk the wrong way in a hallway, sebastian. stay out of trouble, sebastian.

to keep his head down low, hands pressed firm against the surface of his desk when the night had gotten difficult. to figure to study would be an appropriate coping over the drawer beside his bed. to turn to writing for his future instead of letting frustrations of appearance and presentation out.

don't look at yourself in the mirror, sebastian. don't listen to your own voice for too long, sebastian. always keep a steady distraction, sebastian.

to pace back and forth about clothing that could make him blend, a closet of stuffed away outfits that he once adored. never show to the public eye, sebastian. don't let them know what you enjoy, sebastian. to chip the dark paint off his fingernails and to break a rule to look back at his own reflection, moon high in the sky and scissors in his hand to cut locks short.

you can't look unique, sebastian. you can't be yourself, sebastian. do not let them perceive you as your own person, sebastian. be them.

to flicked the light that rest just above his forehead, to clasp a hand with another to run them through grown out hair. to break rules, watch his reflection mist and wobble with the surface of tension that threatened to snap in his throat. to scribble on black to claws that did not belong to him, to yearn for the comfortable baggy clothing that used to be too big.

run, sebastian. help yourself, sebastian. let them view you as the human they stole from you, sebastian.

hand clutch a stomach tight enough for crimson on his palm. a lightheaded type hunger that threatened his entire body and form to split. the voice that didn't sound like his to emit from his throat, consistantly echoing back at him through vast concrete and glass walls. had it been making fun of him this whole time? was the unfamiliarity what made everything seem two in his eyes?

fight, sebastian. eat, sebastian. smell the blood in the air and the corpse outside your door, sebastian. close your eyes, sebastian. show who they made you into, sebastian.

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