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April Fools 2024 Crossover event

Basm-Valley had a Cult of the Lamb crossover event for April 2024 in which characters had to survive the wilderness, interacting with a certain sheep provided themed rewards. Fey had the worst time lol. Features/mentions two of the group's NPCs

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Grass Weaving: Fey isn't the builder type but she is pretty okay at handy crafts, and normally she wouldn't mind the company or the help... except this sheep's vibes are disgustingly vile...

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Questionable Soup: It… doesn't look good at all, but at least its edible(?)

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This one is a colab with two other members! I did the Sketch, StarlitMayorKillager (Owner of the bat) on deviantArt did lines, and TwistedToonTaylor (Owner of the elephant) also in deviantArt did the coloring

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Frayed-Nerves-and-Mushrooms:

Do you ever try to find enough food feed half a whole town only to be hit with an existential crisis from an eldritch sheep?

Word count: 1302

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Fey was pretty sure this was… The fourth week since they were just spirited away to the middle of some Gaia forsaken forest? Hard to tell. Pretty sure. Or at least she herself was sure, she definitely looked like it had been at least four weeks. Her fur was dirty and matted in several uncomfortable places, she's definitely lost a lot of weight with her meager portions of questionable soup, she honestly hadn’t looked this horribly disheveled since she was fifteen. And her nerves… Her poor, poor nerves, battered, frayed, and deep fried like the golden brown beer-batter on a fish filet… Damn it! Now she really wanted fish n chips, a big plate of it, covered in salt and dripping with oil, with tangy homemade tartar sauce on the side.

…Where was she? Oh yeah, the constant anxiety eating away at her mental state. And the source of a good chunk of said anxiety was tailing right behind her, that weird sheep mobian currently with an equally weird sword drawn. Part of her felt bad, they really haven't done anything to warrant her extreme suspicion, if anything they were super helpful, and kind, and patient. They were in general a solid rock in the middle of this hurricane of a situation, and she had noticed that several of her other townsfolk clung to that. More than what they would do with their own holy man,Father Franklin. But the vibes the lamb gave off were just so disgustingly vile. It felt old, it felt malicious, and it set her instincts immediately on edge whenever the sheep was within ten feet of her. And whenever they accidentally made eye contact it felt like their gaze pierced her to very soul. It drove her nearly mad, questioning whether she was the only one that felt it. Not to mention the cloying scent of camellia flowers, she wouldn't normally mind as she sometimes mixed the dried petals with lavender and other herbs as a sleep aid tea but after having the smell clog her nose and make her held feel a little fuzzy in the head for a month was making her hate them. Perhaps when she got home she would give her bushes a thorough pruning. If she got home…

And yet despite her personal grievances, the lamb was the only one who had volunteered to be her escort into the woods while she foraged for various edibles and medicinals today. As much as she would have preferred more came along, an extreme few had both the energy and the morale left to do so. Necessary evils, she supposes, at least her forage partner had stayed quiet save for the jingle of the bell at the sheep mobian’s neck. And to be fair, not a bad haul for today, as their baskets were mostly full with all manner of edible herbs, berries, and mushrooms. She was even able to snack on some natural treats to help curb some hunger pains, at least the ones that were okay to eat raw like dandelion leaves. But it was never enough for half a town’s population, even if it was watered down to stretch as far as it could possibly go, more was needed. More was always needed, therefore they couldn’t head back quite yet while there was still room to carry more and while the sun was still out.

The pair did, thankfully, stumble upon fallen trees absolutely covered in large yellow mushroom growths. Tentatively Fey approached the fungus to identify it, as one should always be careful with foraging mushrooms in case it is actually the poison kind. The mushrooms were bright sulfur yellow, growing in shelf-like clumps, plucking one off the log Fey held it up to her nose. Somewhat nutty, like most edible mushrooms, but with the slight hint of citrus. “Chicken of the Woods” she confirmed out loud as she then started to pick as many as the mushrooms she could possibly fit into her baskets.

The lamb followed Fey’s lead and started plucking mushrooms off the log as well “What a strange name, why is it called that may I ask?”

“Its because it has the same texture as meat, mainly chicken hence the common name, and is often cooked as a meat substitute if you’re vegetarian or vegan.” She explained, not really looking up from her task much. “It's definitely edible, for the most part anyway, and that's all that really matters right now.”

“Oh, does that mean it tastes like meat too?” the lamb wondered out loud.

“Mmmm…” Fey paused her gathering to rip apart one freshly plucked mushroom into smaller pieces, popping a chunk into her mouth and offering another to the lamb to try as well but in a way so they didn’t have to touch her. “Not like meat, no. Tastes like mushroom, with a hint of something lemon.” she said in between chews, “Have to taste-test a small amount of it raw if you never had it before though, some people have allergic reactions to it.” She watched as the lamb finally ate the offered mushroom, slowly chewing as if debating if they liked the taste or if it was going to poison them as the two of them went back to picking.

It did not take long to fill the remaining space in their baskets, and with so much more of the mushroom still ungathered Fey had taken to making additional bundles made of sheets of moss and long blades of grass until the pair physically couldn't carry anymore supplies with them. Even if it was still not dusk yet, the pair made their way back to camp with their spoils and with cat following behind sheep. And like it had before, it was a quiet journey. At least until it wasn’t.

“I must say young miss, you surprise me with your knowledge and perseverance. And you have shown me that I still have an endless road of learning ahead before I can claim true enlightenment. So I wish to gift you with some of my own observations.” The Lamb’s words seemed to cleanly slice through the silence, their complement only made Fey more uncomfortable than she already was. “You have a great deal of potential locked in you, and to have such potential is dangerous, for there are those who recognize potential like yours are often of fragile power and therefore threatened by it. Seeing but only two options as how to operate, destruction or subjugation. This is something I have come to know from experience.”

“Whu- What in the world are you t-talking about?” The cat was confused. She was just herself, she was normal for the most part and any quirks she had were due to outside circumstances. So what did they mean by ‘dangerous potential’? And then the Lamb abruptly stopped, pivoting quickly to face her, smiling calmly as they usually do.

“Tell me, did you lock away your memory out of fear or did someone steal that past away from you?” The sheep had asked in that cloyingly sweet and gentle tone, like they were asking she was a child for their preference of either vanilla or chocolate. And yet she stood frozen and silent, stomach twisting, was it from the mushroom or was it out of fear of knowing the answer to that question? It felt like the pair had stood still for an eternity until the Lamb finally turned and continued walking. “Perhaps when you are able to properly answer that question, you will know what I mean and eventually rise above being seen as either prey or pet.” Fey shakily released the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, hesitantly and reluctantly following her unwanted escort back to camp.

She really wanted to go home…

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Big parties like this fancy New Years party arn't really her thing, but with fresh seafood hors d'oeuvres like these-

Shrimp cocktail~

creamy lobster mac-n-chease on a baguette slice~

crab claws coated in butter~

tuna tostadas~

Caviar~<3

Fey is so happy she can forget how close Ms. VonLuna's mansion is to Basm's forest for a while...

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This was originally posted to deviantArt on Jan 31, 2024 for the Art Role-play group Basm-Valley for that year's New Years event.

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About as bad as regular fishing

The following story was originally posted to deviantArt on Jan 30, 2024 for the Art Role-play group Basm-Valley, and mainly features my personal character Fey the Cat with mentions of a one-off character.

Summary: Fey talks to an old man about Junk Fishing one slow snowy day

word count: 851

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Breath in the frozen air, big puff of steam sighed out. Ears flicking off the stray snowflakes that tried to settle on her.

Fey did not have much reason to hang around the marina, as much as she enjoyed having fish on her plate she had already proven to herself that she was extremely unlucky when catching them. That and the shape of docks were extremely questionable on the best of days, and now it was the thick of winter, one misstep on the wrong rotten board would plunge her strait into the freezing river water. And yet, like most of those like her who made their living off of the land, this cat had found herself with more time than chores and growing disinterest in staying indoors with her current activities. Her thick fur coat made long walks in the frigid outside far more bearable than others, and her wanderings this day brought her close to the river.

Ker-plonk

Fey’s ears swiveled in the direction of the new sound before her eyes did, standing at the end of an unused dock was an older man now tugging at a rope in the water. Big puffs of pipe tobacco smoke clouding around his head and a pile of rusted junk around his feet, mumbling shanties to himself as he continued to pull from the deep dark river water. She watched from a distance, curious but, as always, cautiously, watching as he finally pulled up his catch. A large magnet with metal scraps caked in mud, the man pulled the scraps off and cleared some of the mud, appraising the pieces before tossing them to the pile at his feet.

“W-whatcha doing mister?” Fey finally piped up, her building curiosity overriding her shyness for once.

“Fishin’” The man had turned to look at her, puffing away at the pipe in his teeth. “Junk fishin’. Lots of junk in the marina, ‘sbin down there for way longer than it outa.” he sighed.

“Looks like a lot”

“Ain't even all of it, miss kitty, this is just what I got today.” he gestured to the pile, “Pulled a bicycle outa these waters the other week or so.”

“R-really? T-that is a lot… It can’t all be from the town can it??”

“It might, it might be washed down from the city upriver. Or from the abandoned mines when it gets to floodin’ season.”

“…Why?”

“Why what, miss kitty?”

“W-why the effort?”

The fisherman gave her a withering look. “Sometimes… You just live in a spot long enough to get sick of the way it looks. Not everyones got the mind to abandon places, like some of the young folk. And not everything needs a fat purse to make it better, like what that rabbit lady’s doin’. I ain’t too old to what i'm all good for is sitting around and complain’ ‘bout things.” He turned back to the water. “That and depending on the scrap, can get a bit of extra spending change. One more drink at the bar, some nice flowers for the old lady. That sort of thing.”

“Ah” yeah, all that did make some sense to Fey.

“…You wanna it out?”

“O-oh, I’m not even t-that good a regular fishing-”

“‘S easier than regular fishin’, comerie, I can show ya.” the fisherman mentioned to her to step up, the cat tentatively obliged. “So, what ya do is take the big magnet-” He passed the magnet tied to the rope to her, she was surprised by its weight and nearly dropped it through the boards of the deck. Her arms were mostly fluff, good enough for hauling bags of soil or fertilizer but not really a weightlifter by any means. “And ya throw it into the water, try over there.” He pointed, and she at least tried to follow, the magnet was not thrown out as far as she would have liked but the old man didn’t seem as bothered. “Good enough, now wait fer it to hit the bottom, then start draggin’”

Yeah, Fey really didn’t have much of the upper body strength to be having a tug-o-war with the bottom of the marina. She made progress of course, but it required far more effort on her part than it did the old man. And after a while she was able to pull the magnet up, with small rusted prizes attached.

“Looks like some rail-road spikes and the head of a old claw hammer, not bad for yer first time.”

“T-thanks?” Fey said in between huffs of frozen air, “that was a lot… for not much…”

“Every little bit you take out is trash that’s no longer down there.” the man said sagely, yanking the scrap off the magnet before passing the items to her “an’ bit of extra rings in yer pocket if you know where to sell’em.”

Eventually, Fey did bid the old fisherman goodbye, deciding that junk fishing wasn’t quite her cup of tea as much as regular fishing was and now wondering what the heck she was gonna do with rusty rail-road spikes and a hammer’s head…

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Walking n Shopping

Fey does some shopping while wearing one of her more silly sweaters

was originally posted to deviantArt on Dec 4, 2023 for the Art Role-play group Basm-Valley for that year's "Winter Glow Festival" event.

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BV- Fey- Lonely Thoughts on a Autumn Night

The following story was originally posted to deviantArt on Nov 11, 2023 for the Art Role-play group Basm-Valley, and mainly features my personal character Fey the Cat with brief mentions of the group's NPCs. Summary: Fey does some chores and waxes hopeful for future companionship

Word Count: 1011

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“And now this is Head Reporter Sylvester Silk-” “And Deputy Reporter Omochao-” “With the evening news report! First on the report-”

Fey let out a little sigh as she washed the day’s dishes, a third-hand radio set to the local news sat in its little shelf space, the cat’s only company for this night’s chores before bed. The fire in the wood burning stove was just coals and embers, doing a good job keeping her little home warm but the cooking surface too hot to clean just yet. There was much on the cat’s mind, so much and doing the daily house chores helped to occupy her hands so that her mind could sort through most of it.

Winter was coming, which meant that she should start setting up the clear tarps over her herb garden patches. Check the sealant on the greenhouse… She should also make sure she was fully stocked on firewood to last until mid spring again, last winter’s blizzard was awful and she should be ready in case there was another one. Rake the fallen leaves into the composting pile. It was the beginning of the month therefore she had to make sure her bills were paid for…

She gently sets down the last clean dish on the drying rack, picking up a fresh hand towel to dry and put away the dishes, ears flicking as the radio buzzed on to more topics and minor spats between the spider mobian reporter and his little robotic cohort. Oh, that's right, they did say that more people might be moving to town soon. Fey paused, tail swishing at odd beats, dry cutlery meant to be sorted into the right drawer still held in one hand. New people, possibly from all over Mobius, coming here...

So… What did that mean for her?

More people to sell her herbs to, that should probably have been her first thought, and yet there was something just a little hopeful that maybe she could make a friend or two? She struggled enough to connect with the other locals here, given her unique circumstances made anyone who was born and raised here wary of her. And to be fair, she probably wouldn’t trust herself either, what with over half her life a distant blur and all, but the new folks really did not need to know that now do they? Mmm, yep, she was just a perfectly normal cat, no being spawned out of the freaky woods here, no sir.

The news radio broadcast concluded, not too much to report on in this little town, and switched to playing some gentle jazz for the rest of the evening as she put away the last cooking pot. Yeah, having at least one friend would be nice, they could discuss the novels they read lately over a cup or three of freshly brewed tea or they could take a train ride to the nearest city for a shopping spree? The cat turned back to the sink to clean out the remains of soggy food and give the basin a quick scrub down. She was pretty sure that's what friends are supposed to do, hang-outs and discussions. And the more that come to this little piece of the middle of nowhere the higher chance that she could have a friend or three to do such things with, maybe even a boyfriend to do those things with.

Oh my, that was an uncharacteristically bold thought for her, Fey could feel her face get quite warm under her fur coat as she went about replacing can liners. Can't quite make a friend yet, but already thinking of a little romance? Very bold, but it is still a rather nice thought though. Just think, a handsome foreign lad comes along- perhaps they would meet by chance- and they get to talking and it turns out they share a connection. Fey chuckled to herself as walked out into the frigid night air with bags of rubbish, recyclables, and compostables in tow, making herself embarrassed with her own imagination. Few dates here and there. He will bring her favorite flowers and she will bake him some shortbread cookies.Oh, and perhaps maybe this might be a rather wild idea, maybe they get along so well that he would… propose… Oh, that was far to wild of a thought for her fuzzy he-

Wait. What was that?

Just as she finished tossing the bags into the right bins, Fey felt a chill crawl up her spine as her fur began to stand at ends, it felt like the autumn night air shifted in the most unnatural of ways. A chilling breeze blew ever so gently, blowing in a way that made it head past her little plot of land, past other properties and larger farm fields, towards where the densest parts of the forest lay beyond. Her ears flicked and twisted, it sounded like something was in the wind, like a sickening sweet song trying to coax her to the forest…

She bolted back inside, slamming the door behind her as her panicked mind prompted her to action.

Lock the door.

Lock the windows and draw the curtains.

Douse the fire in the stove.

Kill all the lights.

Bolt up the steps to the bedroom loft and dive into her bed and under the covers.

Fey curled up in a tight ball, her poor heart pounding like a war drum in her chest as she shifted the quilts to hide herself better. She could still hear it, whatever that awful calling really was, even if she clasped her hand over her ears to try and block it. All she could only hope for is that the forest would eventually get bored soon and quit, to realize that she wasn’t going to follow that call. Not again. Never again…

And as the night and the song nerve-wrackingly dragged on, Fey thought to herself that if anything, it would be wonderful if she just had one person, friend or otherwise, here for a bit of comfort…

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