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You know what? Fuck you. Para este 18 de septiembre I'm giving you some...

🐟 🇨🇱 (( CHILEAN SEBASTIAN SOLACE HEADCANONS )) 🇨🇱 🐟

From a guy who is Chilean and wants that fish to show that a little more.

🎸 --- Pre Urbanshade stuff --- 🎸

He listens to a lot of Latino Rock, obviously. Though he'd like to say his favorite band is Los Bunkers, o Los Tres, he actually REALLY likes Soda Estereo (Which is Argentinian)

He got called emo a LOT during middle school, trust. And truly, he was, his mom called him a "Pokemon" (Chilean term mocking emos that became an emo subculture in here later on) affectionately

His name is Sebastián, not Sebastian

Is from Antofagasta or Coquimbo. Why? No idea, he just gives off those vibes

He was the type of kid who'd usually record when he was hanging out with friends to "Be a YouTuber", the only video that ever took off was one where he ate shit on the sidewalk while riding his skateboard and playing his guitar. It went viral, it appeared on the news. He never socially recovered from that. (This happened a lot back then lol)

Kinda like this gem

And the follow up lol

His favorite flavor of empanadas is plain cheese, followed by a shrimp-cheese as a close second. He never liked Empanadas de Pino, he ate one with raisins once and promised himself to never have one of those ever again.

Doesn't like Oreos, prefers Tritón cookies specially the orange filling ones.

He'd help out his mom at the feria (never willingly, but he had fun) selling old clothes and toys. He got into a fight with another vendor more than once, his mom never really stopped him because she'd get angry at the other vendors as well 🗣️🗣️

He actually got all the sass from his mom, trust, that woman was out of pocket and there wasn't a day where she wouldn't tease Sebastián (affectionately) about ANY friend that he brought home. (She don't discriminate 🤨🏳️‍🌈 /silly )

Rooted his phone once and almost bricked it, all he used that for was to change the camera shutter sound to something stupid

WhatsApp user.

Movistar client 🥀

Actually enjoyed participating in the school dances for fiestas patrias (mostly because he needed that good grade to save his ass from getting held back)

Actually, never got held back a grade, but as we say to those who've barely passed "Pasó rasguñando las cortinas" (passed scratching the curtains)

He did lock in in highschool though, not great grades, buy definitely better (absolutely not because he was terrified on what his mother would do if he flunked high school no ma'am...) He finished HS with a final grade of 6.1, so pretty good. (Its a 1.0 to 7.0 scale with grading in Chile)

Not exactly catholic but also not really an atheist. He used to go to church with his mom and attend a few other religious things but it never really clicked for him

"Duendes captados en cámara 100% no fake."

He obviously didn't have the money to pay for it so he got a scholarship to study abroad in the US LMAO (and that's where everything went wrong.... Augh)

🐟 --- Fish --- 🐟

In Urbanshade he'd default to Spanish to shit talk everyone he could, having the advantage of no one understanding the dialect of Spanish as well

If you call him Sebastián he would probably get jumpscared by someone saying his name right

Accidentally taught p.AI.nter some spanish while talking to himself, as to not lose his way of speaking it. Mostly curse words though.

Promised p.AI.nter to show him the Chilean countryside when they got out, so he can paint the mountains and fields. p.AI.nter really wants to see a llama in real life

When he escapes, he thinks he could find a good use to being part fish, since a whole half of the country is right next to the ocean.

He isn't one to switch languages mid sentence, but ☝️ if you flash him with a beacon I'm pretty sure whatever words coming out of his mouth ain't gonna be english. (Please please please Gianni learn Spanish so we can have Sebastian cursing in Chilean Spanish please)

Calling p.AI.nter kid -> calling him "cabro chico" 💕💕

Tells p.AI.nter about the many urban legends and myths of Chile to kill the silence of the Hadal Division.

One part of him is terrified of what his siblings and mom would think about seeing him like this. The other knows that after the horror of his situation has worn out he'll get teased to no end about how long he is now. "Mira, igualito que el país, se acuesta y llega de Arica a Punta Arenas"

Uhhhh I can't come up with any more HCs but this is what I have so far and my word is law because I am Chilean and this is canon now /j 👍

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Pressuretober Day 4 - First Death

(link to prompts)

Flash fic, Pressure OC, no warnings.

You know those days when you're like, "this might as well happen"?

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The first angler was a scare, the second fueled his paranoia, but by the third they had already become merely an annoying situation.

It got repetitive real fast.

Open door, lights flicker, find locker, wait, hide.

Open door, hear screams, find locker, wait, hide.

Open door, huh look I'm at room 70, lights flicker, find locker, wait, hide.

Open door, lights flicker twice, find locker, hide hide hide fast.

Open door, lights flicker, pssht, this is easy, find locker, wait, hide.

Open door, god this is boring... Find locker, wait hide.

Open door, see Eyefestation, bolt to next door, door 80, fuck off Eyefestation, hear screams, sigh, walk to locker, hide.

Open door, oh damn, door 90 already?

Open door, door 93, I'm so close...

Lights flicker, again? This is so repetitive, find locker, there's no lockers.

Fuck

Fuck fuck fuck.

Travis bolted through the room, the next door being locked behind a keycard, not having time for that he whipped out a code breacher, bought it from that... thing earlier, he couldn't focus on that right now, he could'nt die, not now, not being so close to the crystal.

Click click click,

The code breacher almost jammed for a second, the floor under him begining to shake in anticipation, a low rumble that had become annoying once again putting fear into him.

He swallowed nervously, the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

Click, beep!

The door opened in a swift move, he didnt take any extra time and ran to the first locker he saw, not even checking for a void mass.

Lucky there wasn't any, and he entered the locker just in time, a sigh of relief almost leaving his lips.... but he kept that breath to himself.

There was something off about this angler, something different... new. It didn't just pass through...

It stared right at him through the small openings of the locker, and it slammed onto it, attempting to open it and gnawing at it with it's teeth.

It's eyes were locked onto Travis, he did the same back at it, this was no normal encounter, this was war.

Pandemonium slammed against the locker again and again, eyes focused on the expendable in the locker, fixated on getting him, on getting the little snack inside the metal box.

Travis grabbed anything he could in the locker to keep the doors shut from the inside, in any way he could, palms stuck to the metal box, keeping his eyes on the new threat as well.

It felt like the locker would become his coffin anytime now, the metal cage getting smaller and more deformed with every hit from the damned angler...

But it gave up, swimming away in defeat, as Travis had somehow managed to out last the thing.

What felt like hours of fighting ended up in less than a minute, his heart settling at the end of his throat, it's desperate beat pushing, rushing blood to every part of his body, loudly overwhelming his hearing, giving him a terrible headache.

He groaned, but couldn't help to let a smile tug at the corners of his lips.

As soon as he could he was getting out the locker, now fully smiling, his lungs giving a big sigh of relief, hand still grappling the handle of the locker door, coughing, panting for air, his vision unblurring slowly.

What a fucking thing that was. He told himself cracking a small laugh, running his hand though his forehead and then hair, feeling the sweat on his skin. He looked around the room quickly, knowing couldn't stay in this place for too long, his heart almost threatening to stop at any moment, but he wouldn't let it do that, not before the crystal.

Still shaking he moved on to door 95, no lockers in sight, but he didn't realize that in at first, his vision still blurry and the sound of his own body being too loud to focus on anything, too loud to hear the faint screaming coming towards him as he approached door 96.

By the time his breathing finally steadied, he was right in front of the door, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

Looking back at how fast everything had happened, mixed with his state of pure thrill, he had somehow managed to concoct the thought that pandemonium had been easy! After all he survived that thing on his first try! He smiled proudly at himself, a smirk adorning his bloody lips.

After getting done with his small moment of reckless pride, he turned around to give the room a last look, only then hearing the screams getting closer...

closer...

closer,

Closer.

"Well, fuck."

His smile dropped, being quickly replaced by a look you'd only see in the office, looking at an imaginary camera in sheer disappointment, not even anger, skipping right through the stages of grief onto acceptance.

And pinky passed right through him... So close to the sun was Icarus, but his cocky attitude left him to fall right to his death.

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[They both reached for the gun.]

Short story, Pressure OC, Violence CW

A small study on how Travis acts during group expeditions, and his thought process on getting the crystal :)

(Art by yours truly)

Room 99, the door in front of him would be the room with the crystal, he had been there multiple times, he either died just before or right after managing to grab it.

This time wouldn't be the same, he would not die before he could get out with the goddamn thing, not again. But he had to be smart about it, it was a group expedition he was in right now, and the one of the other 3 expendables that had come with him had managed not to die.

He was used to most of the people that came with him dying before they even got to Solace's shop, but this one was different, they had this look on their eyes, just as determinated as him to get the crystal.

They both knew that only one would be pardoned, they were not expected to survive this, luckily he had that blessing, more akin to a curse, that kept him from staying dead too long.

Yet, in that moment, the realization hit him, if he didn't get the crystal now, he would be sent back to the ones that owned him before Urbanshade did. A glint of a panic begining to flicker in his gaze when he looked at the other expendable.

The other expendable looked right back with that same panic, a silent agreement of what they'd have to do, it was life or death, freedom or torture. One didn't have the privilege of coming back like the other did, so they had to get the crystal or die trying, and they were not going to do the latter, not after getting so close.

The room was silent, only their breaths and the low bubbling noises of the ocean outside the window, but the quickening beating of their hearts was almost deafening.

So with a step back, one seemed to search for something in one of the drawers in the room, not taking his eyes off the other expendable as they stepped back as well, going towards the door with the blessed green number next to it.

The expendable found a mere mechanical pencil in the the drawer, but seeing how the other approached the door they lunged forwards with it, going for the eyes.

They froze in place before they could react correctly, falling to the floor before managing to reach the door, it slowly opened, slower than it should, or it seemed like that as the other put all his weight ontop of them.

Gritting their teeth, exclaiming through a choked gasp, they grabbed the other's arms just in time before the pencil stabbed their eye, looking at the one on top of him and trying to get him off. They kicked him where they could, landing one blow directly the stomach, earning them the satisfaction of seeing him cough up a drop or two of blood.

They quickly stood up and glanced at the sharp pencil he dropped, kicking it away from the other who wiped the blood off his mouth, standing up quickly as well.

Panicked eyes were locked into eachother, it was their lives or the Crystal, the adrenaline of how close they were getting to their heads, sharp breaths and grunts were drawn when they landed a punch straight to the other's nose, leaving him with a bloody nose.

It didn't even take a second for him to strike back, not giving them time to get to the door, dragging them away by the neck, hands clasped onto their throat, nails digging into it.

They gasped for air, so did he gritting his teeth. The kick to his stomach having landed just ontop of a wound he hadn't patched up yet, leaving a trail of blood from his mouth dripping to his chin.

He coughed again, letting go of his grasp for just a second, but enough to let the other pull his hands away once again. A faint scream beginning to be heard in the background, the lights flickered as an something else approached the scene.

Noticing this they pushed him down, kicking down onto his knee, most likely breaking it, making him scream in pain. He had to think quickly if they were to keep going, knowing they might actually get the crystal if he didn't manage to get them, grabbing and pulling them down in a desperate attempt to not let them cross the door.

They groaned and tried to kick him again to get his hands off, but in their mindless attempt to get away from his grip they hadng realized he had grabbed his flash beacon, pointing it at the other and flashing right into their eyes, they fell back, blinded with a scream putting their hands over their face with a hiss.

Using this to his advantage he powered through the broken knee, having survived through worse. He could come back, but he had to make sure they didn't. So he began to hit them in the head with the flash beacon, breaking their nose in retaliation for his broken nose, the lights began flickering again so he kept going, it didn't matter if he died but they had to.

They groaned and pushed him off, yet let out a pained scream when they felt a sharp object break through the fabric of their pants, he had stabbed their leg with the pencil they had kicked away, a quick flash of regret in their eyes when they understood the other was coming for blood now.

If they didn't get out of this they wouldnt only die, but they would die before getting the crystal, the only way to escape. But he wasn't gonna let them, he stabbed again, this time going for the hand when they tried to push him away once again.

And he stabbed and stabbed, they pushed and screamed as their yelps were joined in by the approaching angler, a low rumble shaking the room.

Eyes widened as the screaming got louder, not knowing which scream was which they scrammed towards a locker but he had grabbed them by the neck once again, pulling onto their diving gear to not let them go.

They grabbed him and actually pulled him closer attempting to disconnect the diving oxygen tank from him or to grab the bloodied flash beacon, he took this opportunity to grab one of their code breachers, smashing it onto their head and with the pencil pressing onto his tank as he did the same and grabbed their oxygen tank the angler right behind them getting closer and closer they were unknowing of what he was doing with the code breacher closer closer the ground began to shake as a beeping got loud loud loud louder louder, first strike second stike at the third strike he smiled the ground shaking it was louder than life itself the angler just about to pass through

BANG.

Both heads were blown off.

Leaving only their scattered brains on the ground.

Death was listed as environmental hazards, but when Travis somehow reappeared back at the surface, everyone knew what had transcurred.

It wasn't his first time.

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Dogs & Children - We both bark for food.

(Vent-ish post about love and obedience.)

I love dogs, but he made me hate them.

Hate the way they're so obedient, hate the way they wait, the way they sit, the way they bark, the way they forgive again and again until they cannot take it and are chained or put down for disobeying. I hate the way that they look at you with so much love, with so much trust, because we've domesticated them, bred them over generations to perfect them into creatures that love us unconditionally.

I hate the way that when I look at them it's me who looks back from the past with wet eyes. I hate the way they almost smile at me, blissfully unaware I'm one of them too, blissfully unaware of what he made of me, blissfully unaware that they too can be discarded in a curb, in the middle of a desert, waiting, waiting, waiting for their owners to pick them up, waiting for family to pick them up, waiting for someone to come for them, waiting, waiting for someone, something, anything.

Waiting for food or death.

But what worth is it to wait, be it chained or abandoned, what worth is it to stay when in his absence I've learned to fend for myself, what worth is it to beg for food, to do tricks and sway my tail for his attention when I can bite his hand clean off and feed, and feel the only warmth I'll ever do from him as his blood cools on the way to my stomach.

Why wait for him to deem me good enough and take off the chains, when I can gnaw at them like the scraps he gave me until they break, until I'm free.

Maybe if I had been one of his dogs, he would've loved me more.

Because I'd rather be alive, than be left to bark a thousand times again for food in the shadow of the man who treats dogs like children. Only to leave his blood ones to become chained wolves.

Unfortunately I was born his child.

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Everything Stays - Memories Fade

(A vent-ish love letter to a friend that never was.)

Last night I had a dream about you, we were in your room, talking about whatever, having fun, so much fun.

It all felt so real, your voice, your smile, I could recognize your face, I could name your features if you asked me... So in a foolish attempt to make a joke, I checked if I was dreaming, it felt too good to be true.

And it was.

One two three four... Six seven fingers in my hand, my smile wavered, I was dreaming. I guess the disappointment was clear in my face, because you smiled sadly at me too.

"It's okay, at least you're here" I spoke, all my excitement had been drained from me, the cheery landscape of our dream stayed the same, but it was now bittersweet.

You hugged me, you would've never done that irl, you comforted me when I started to sob, you pulled me back into your arms when I tried pushing away, when I yelled at you that it was just a dream, as I felt my dream crumble around me, knowing that if I got agitated id wake up...

You did your best to calm me down, told me its okay, you knew it was a dream, that I should just enjoy it... You were so out of character, but i guess that's how I want to remember you, a good friend, or what I wish could be.

I just remembered sobbing into your arms for a good while, the day was so beautiful, you looked just like the last time I saw you, timeless in this faultering mind of mine, a constant in the chaos of life, of dreams and nightmares. Your face both blesses and haunts me every time I seem to get a grasp of you from the straws of my memory.

Every time I think I'm finally over you, that I've accepted that it was so so long ago, when I finally seem to understand that we were both kids, young and foolish, you come back, a painful ghost of the past, of one I can't remember.

Oh you who stand so timelessly in my dreams, you appear even more than my father, you who didn't hurt me, we were only kids, your beauty remains just how i last saw it, yet you've grown up as well.

Yet i can't seem to recall what you look like outside of them, no more than a snippet of a memory, a blurry face in a old polaroid you've most likely thrown away, my half of our locket remains untouched ever since you left...

Did you throw them away? Did you keep them? Do you remember my name with a sour taste in your mouth or with nostalgia? Did you try to get rid of all traces of me in your life? Did you avoid our shared interests like the plague like I did?

The end result dreams like these is always the same, despite how good it might've been, the sorrow, the longing, for a friendship that was over so long ago, yet I can't seem to let go, it all comes back.

It doesn't hit like a train, it's more like a calculated strike to the heart, a gentle unmending of the stitches I try to keep shut, a smile, a laugh, it spills blood all over your hands, ones I'll never hold again.

To say that I love you would be an understatement.

You were my best friend, the one I could confide everything in, the one I came to told my sorrows when no one else payed me mind. We were both hurting, so bad, I asked you for help, but I can't remember if you asked for mine.

Im scared that I was selfish, I'm scared that i cannot remember what drove our friendship away.

The only things I recall play like images in my head, a windows movie maker edit of the shards that I've managed to put together. A karaoke night sitting on the floor of the living room, a song I showed you that I liked, one which I never understood the lyrics until it was too late. I threw my phone at your wall and made a dent once when a video refused to load, I was so scared that you'd be mad, and you were. Playing Minecraft in your PS4... Petting your cat, walking around your neighborhood and sitting on one of the kids playgrounds, making cookies, staying up at night watching VR chat videos and laughing, playing truth or dare with the stupidest of questions, the distinct smell of the first copic markers I had ever touched when you let me use yours, the warm summer sun from your window, watching a movie with your younger brother, you saying you would never be my friend ever again.

A long long paragraph that took what felt like hours for you to send me, the panic attack that followed from my end, sitting on the hallway of school with tears in my eyes and a lost gaze, I cannot remember what it said, but it was the beginning of the end.

All of these small memories, no longer than a second each, they create this image of you in my head, one that I know it's wrong, but that I can't help but indulge in.

In my dreams I've tried to kill you, to get you to stop appearing in them, I've tried to be friendly, to just enjoy your company, to build new memories...

But what's the point, you're not here, and the ghost of you in my conscience seems to know as well. They're never mad at me, not like you used to be.

But you were hurting too weren't you? I've heard some stuff from my mom, stuff your mom has told her. They're still friends, but we're not, I haven't heard from you directly in... Almost 8 years.

We were just kids, but I can't seem to let go...

You were always so much better than me, I idolized you. You were my muse almost, a deity in comparison to me, you were good at everything you did, be it sports, grades, you were thinner, taller, you were a beacon of perfection in my eyes.

Only thing I felt I was better at was art, but I can't even be sure of that anymore, I don't know if you do art still, you liked to write, I think, you drew sometimes as well...

I wonder if you're still good at what you were, did you burn out like I did? Did you fall from grace like I did...? Well I wasn't ever perfect like you, but I tried, oh I tried so hard.

You were my God and I was Lucifer, or worse, you were humanity, and I was so so jealous, jealous of the perfection and attention your creators gave you while mine ignored my existence and tried to win be back with gifts when it was too late.

Did you go through that as well? Or am I projecting too hard into someone that's just living their best life without my knowledge.

You blocked me on everything... Good, I have moments where I obsessively try to find our anything I can about you, documents full of all the information that I can gather, that I delete immediately after, my hands are forever stained with blood, with anger and sadness, with my obession over you.

A childish desire to have you back, one that never went away.

I tried to act like nothing happened, I hated you, I tried to get you back, I missed you... And when I finally think ive accepted you're gone for good. The dreams come back.

A Sisyphean task of never really finishing the circle of the stages of grief, an open wound, ouroboros doesn't eat it's tail but it starts eating itself at the base of it.

There's no moral to this story.

It hasn't ended yet.