*Slides more chilean Sebastian Solace through your door*
Yesterday I was making a whole sheet of sketches of Seba dressed in cultural garments (since it was Chile's independence holidays) while also watching Gianni Matragranno's stream (In my household we stand for the flag and femboy catmaids).
I suddenly blacked out and woke up fully covered in blood, shaking and with maid Sebby on my screen, almost as if I was possessed by an ominous force that took control over my hands.
One of the sketches kinda got carried away and decided to color it. The last one is really funny bc he can't actually tap his feet to dance yet he looks very joypilled, almost out of character lmao