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Sebastian - Blog Posts
falling in love with sebastian from stardew valley bc he’s alt and smiles about frogs
I just wanted to say jve loved the way u draw Sebastian for YEARS 💜
aww thank u for sticking around through the years!! here’s a seb doodle for u ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
This is my new favorite piece of dialogue in the entire game.
obsessed with how urgent this is and also the fact he’s willing to pay 150g for this experience
throwing corn at a mountain face would fix me I think
Im playing Hogwarts Legacy (finally) and Sebastian Swallow is, like, my dream man. I love him. I’ve always said that slytherin boys are my type, and here he is, the blueprint.
Commission from my friend ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”
Also on my Twitter *PLZ DON’T REPOST MY ART*
Uhmmm here I am on my bullshit again, instead of making something good for the next con I’m doodling. Dude is Sebastian from Stardew Valley, I love the Moonlight Jellies scene! Cyan and sad anime boys comfort my soul don’t judge.
Love the possums in a trench coat
But I was curious if you could post your Sebastian art
On your blog so I can reblog it on to my Sebastian/SDV blog/ shrine? Please
Love ur work from the group
ummmm OFC! <3
have at it, my friend :)
Some style test chibis for Hybrid High - feat a new student!
A reminder of who these guys are cause I haven't posted about em in a while:
Percival "Percy" Hudson (first on left, upper row) (human - he/him) is a normal human about to head into high school when his single mother very suddenly remarries Moral Nightengale (not shown city fae/? hybrid - she/they). A principal at a high school that caters to specifically hybrid students. Those born of two different species parents. Percy must go through his awkward teen years in an unfamiliar, and frightening environment for someone who has been only been in all human environments his whole life.
During his time in the school, he eventually becomes familiar with a small group of students. (left to right after Percy) Turnip Daisymount (swamp fae/vampire hybrid - he/they), Dottingale Knives (cartoon/banshee hybrid - any pronouns), Cyraeni Pixose (naga/mermaid hybrid - they/them), upperclassman Bartholomew "Barbie" Harbor (kenku/goblin hybrid - he/him), upperclassman Sebastian Corrashell (bullywug/harpy hybrid - he/him), and upperclassman/student president of the gsa Marlowe Deadnettle (Hailosi/Cecaelia hybrid - he/him).
It's a coming of age story about growth and learning to accept people no matter what :^)
SEBASTIAN AT MET GALA AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Sebastian, my beloved tortured soul and favorite fish monstrosity
Oh how I love this man
i love pretty fish men
It's happening again :wahh:
DOES ANYONE ELSE JUST...HAVE A BUNCH OF THINGS TO DO BUT YOUR BRAIN SAYS "NO DO THIS?" IT'S ME BUT WITH STARDEW. Lemme explain... I have a story I want to write!!! NO, I wanna play Stardew. I have comms to finish!!! NO. PLAY STARDEW. I wanna draw for fun, to try and get motivation back!! NOOOO. GETS ON STARDEW INSTEAD... I need to sleep guys,,, but Sebastian- I MEAN.. Stardew. It's calling for me.
PLEASE REBLOG! LIKES DO NOTHING!!!
i love pretty fish men
rowleing·:
The table was more writing desk than lunch holder, but he was quick to gather all crumpled pieces of parchment close to him, to give Penelope room to sit and eventually have food be brought to her there. Sebastian loved solitude, but he could never turn his back on spontaneity, happenstance, soft daily surprises. When someone asked to sit next to him, there was no answer other than yes. One never knows where true inspiration lies. “I would absolutely love that. I ordered a second strawberry lemonade and dreaded the thought of having to drink it by myself.” He sipped the last quarter of the previous lemonade he already had in front of him. “I’m Sebastian.”
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Penelope felt relief wash over her when her unusually-imposing question was met with not only grudging acceptance, but maybe even welcome. She sat quickly to avoid a passing family also looking for a table and smiled gratefully at her new dining companion. “Thank you so much,” she said honestly, already feeling more awake with the sun shining above her. She flushed a little at his offer to share his drink, already feeling like she’d put the wizard out enough. “Oh, are you sure? I’m already imposing on your table,” Pen said, waving a hand vaguely at the area around them. “It’s nice to meet you Sebastian, I’m Penelope.”
location: a bistro on diagon alley
status: closed starter for @rowleing
Penelope picked up her order from the counter, thanking the wix behind the counter and sliding her change into the tip jar. She rarely took the time to actually have lunch, let alone outside of the Ministry. But the sun was shining and Pen couldn’t resist a sandwich from one of her favorite little restaurants along the Alley.
Luck didn’t seem to be on her side when it came to seating. There was no open table to be found, and Penelope didn’t feel quite like another lunch in her office now that she’d left. She spotted a relatively empty table with only one occupant and steeled her nerves, pushing away her anxiety as far as she could before she approached. Penelope got to the table and forced herself to ask, “Would you mind if I shared your table? It’s so nice out and there aren’t any other tables open.”
❛ ⅋ 🐇 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 pull mary from her thoughts . her gaze remains fixed on some distant point inside dolly's , a small detail she's pretending to care about rather than acknowledging him fully . his words don't do much to sway her , but there's something in his tone ; a quiet tension , a need to be taken seriously . that tells mary everything she needs to know . " maybe there isn't a demographic . " she says , her voice even . " maybe there' just doing it because they can . and they're smarter than the dunces in the sheriff's department . "
finally , mary looks at him . young . she can tell just by the set of his jaw and the way he carries himself . he didn't live through the first string of disappearances , through the whispers , the theories , and the absolute lack of answers . there was no demographic back then , either . no concrete lead . it was almost as if those charge were just waiting ; letting time wash over the horror until people stopped asking questions . mary had a feeling that was exactly what would happen again . " i'm not some monster , " she says after a pause , her voice carrying something tired beneath the edge . " i wouldn't capitalize on people's pain with cheap headlines . " she rolls her eyes , leaning back slightly . " it's not like i work at the register . "
1999 WAS QUITE THE YEAR, but what could bash possibly know? he was merely cooking in the womb by the time the legendary handful of disappearances and murders took place. he was no detective, but still, his link to the register made it quite impossible to try not to draw the connections. sure seemed like the sheriff's department wasn't getting any closer, but perhaps his own biases took over that opinion.
there wasn't much thought when walking passed the doors he was so used to breezing through. growing up in a shit town like red creek sure presented the opportunity for running on autopilot. coffee. sit. work. rinse. repeat. pushing the metal bar open with ease, a sigh drew out as hues landed on the local that seemingly matched his bitterness. the regret of approaching mary slowly seeped in at the accusation for his interruption in the first place.
❝ and what exactly is similar to '99 ? the demographics certainly don't line up . copy cat theory might as well be laced with a tin-foil hat , ❞ sebastian stated plainly, tone and expression stoic. as much as he enjoyed getting a read on others, he didn't desire for the favor to be returned. ❝ hope you're not planning to flip from romance to mystery . if you do , don't seek inspiration from this shit hole . it would inevitably lead to a dead end . ❞
Sam, Sebastian and Abby's band! My favorite Stardew group to draw (I've skipped their cutscene the last six times I've played)
I’m in my black butler era
