#basil army

[oliveo-il]

why the fuck are you so silly goofy awesome amazing

Idk.

[bigbasilleaf]

Oh GOD. JESUS CHRIST!!!

HOW COULD THEY DO THIS!?!?

We will avenge you brother!

Burrata Caprese Sandwich with Cherry Tomato Confit (x)

[brokenrefraction]

very glad i got to have a way better christmas especially after last year (but also after all these years) i also got amazing presents and one of them is a rotund raindeer plush that literally has mecore colours

[professor-amaryllis]

:{ A Video file is embedded. Airship Station, Valencia Island, Orange Archipelago. 10/24/24 9:57 pm. }:

It's quiet here, and dark as the video starts. Crowded forest has been replaced by clear skies, a just-waning moon shining down from the starry sky. As the camera looks around it begins to become clearer where we find ourselves- the blinking lights and quiet movement of airship docks below, slower now in the darkness but not dead, the dark shape of one or two ships or blimps docked below and the bustle of passengers or cargo being loaded and unloaded.

The camera turns completely around, showing us more of the platform we find ourselves on, dark aside from the caution lights at the edges- both to stop a collision and to warn of the dangers of falling. It seems to be the highest of the docks, free from any prying eyes above and disused so late at night, abandoned if not for the odd group standing here in the mareep-light.

There’s a nervous sort of energy in the group, whatever euphoria that had run through them seemingly sapped by the trek down the mountain. Amy counts on their free hand, doing some kind of mental math while muttering under their breath to their ‘mareep’ who follows them as they pace, limping and leaning heavily on their cane. Casi checks in with the other pokemon, talking in hushed tones to the Meowscarada and Gardevoir- a half conversation we can only hear a few words of, as telepathy can’t be recorded. Her weavile prowls at the outskirts of the gathering, his feathers raised and wary. 

After a moment Amy nods and returns to the others, a look between the two trainers and a nod signifying an agreement on… something?

Everything happens almost at once.

With a hand signal from Amy, their ‘mareep’’s tail begins to brighten, the light slowly flashing and humming at a brightness that even in video is hard to look directly at. Casi returns the Meowscarada and calls her weavile back to her, gathering him in her arms. 

A loud, deafening noise grows around them as the air shifts, whipping hair and fabric about in a frenzy. The ‘mareep’ is recalled, for one drawn out moment leaving everything in darkness…

The noise grows and grows until it feels like it can't possibly get any louder, the camera practically shaking from it and then- with a burst of blinding light- a spotlight shines down on the party, silhouetting them against the source of the sound.

:{ What the fuck is that??!! ‘:3 }:

The helicopter hovers a few dozen feet above them, pattered after a Yanmega but what catches the eye is the bright, loud, undeniable logo. Team phobia.

As the door slides open Corky leans out over the open air, a smug looking grin as she shouts what must be some snarky quip- that's entirely drowned out by the sound of the blades. Behind her a concerned looking Armarouge reaches out a hand to make sure she doesn't topple directly out. Amy seems to shout something in return, whatever it is has the pair step back from the door and-

With a flash the small group is teleported from the ground and into the space where Corky just stood, up in the… up there… and we are still watching… from down here….

:{ WHAT??!! DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!! 3:’ }:

The camera jerks and shakes, becoming unstable as it jolts ahead. The feed cuts to black.

:{ Transcript ends. }:

[sayruq]

In the early afternoon of 29 November last year, several Palestinian boys descended on to their street in the occupied West Bank, where they often played together.Minutes later, two of them lay dead from gunshots fired by Israeli soldiers - Basil, 15, and eight-year-old Adam. As part of an investigation into the conduct of Israel's security forces in the West Bank, which has been under military occupation for more than half a century, the BBC has pieced together what happened on the day the two boys were killed. Mobile phone and CCTV footage, information about the movements of Israel's military, witness testimony and detailed investigation of the scene, including taking measurements, combine to reveal evidence suggesting serious human rights violations. The evidence we found has prompted Ben Saul, UN special rapporteur on human rights and counter-terrorism, to say the death of Adam appears to be a "war crime".Another legal expert, Dr Lawrence Hill-Cawthorne, described the use of lethal force as “indiscriminate”. The Israel Defense Forces (IDF) said the circumstances of the deaths were “under review” but said “live fire is used only in order to remove immediate threats or for arrest purposes, following arrest protocols after exhausting other options”.

Video footage from 29 November shows Basil standing next to a hardware store, its shutters firmly locked down. When Israel's military arrives, shops close quickly in Jenin, a city in the West Bank - Palestinian territory which, unlike Gaza, is not run by Hamas. Witnesses said gunfire had been ringing out from a nearby operation by Israel's army in the Jenin refugee camp. Adam, a football fanatic and massive Lionel Messi fan, stood with his older brother Baha, 14. There were about nine boys on the street in total, all captured on CCTV cameras that provided a nearly 360-degree view of what happened next.

A few hundred metres away, a convoy of at least six armoured Israeli military vehicles turned a corner and began heading towards the boys, who clearly became uneasy. Several of the boys started to move away. At this precise moment, mobile phone footage shows the front door of an armoured vehicle opened. The soldier inside had a direct view of the boys. Basil had darted into the middle of the road, while Adam was 12m further from the soldiers, running away. Then at least 11 gunshots rang out.

Medical reports obtained by the BBC show that two shots hit Basil in the chest. Another bullet struck eight-year-old Adam in the back of the head as he ran away; his older brother Baha desperately tried to drag him to cover, leaving a trail of blood as he screamed for an ambulance.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ prompt sets of three 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

write a piece featuring - in any capacity you can think of - all three things depicted in the given prompt!

¹⁾ a polka-dot bikini, a throw blanket and a pint glass

²⁾ a sliotar, a flat tire and a thunderstorm

³⁾ a teakettle, a fresh bruise and rosewater

⁴⁾ a chipped enamel bathtub, a blue sweater and basil leaves

⁵⁾ howling gale winds, an inflatable paddling pool and an oil lamp

⁶⁾ a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum and rolling tobacco

⁷⁾ gas station bandaids, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet and muddy footprints

⁸⁾ a lipstick print, skinned knees and stained-glass windows

⁹⁾ a busted streetlight, green olives and a teak countertop

¹⁰⁾ gun oil, red lace and an old armchair

¹¹⁾ a fresh tattoo, a sacristy, and guilt

¹²⁾ a corner booth, sweet patchouli and a wallet

¹³⁾ donuts, orange juice and a jail cell

¹⁴⁾ a cold red bull, shaking hands and broken traffic lights

¹⁵⁾ new graves, a busted headlight and silver rings

¹⁶⁾ handcuffs, brightly coloured building blocks and fir trees

¹⁷⁾ a shortwave radio, takeout containers and a bare lightbulb

¹⁸⁾ broken windows, waist-high grasses and lit matches

¹⁹⁾ orange segments, divorce papers and a front porch

²⁰⁾ horror movies, steaming showers and cold bedsheets

²¹⁾ brazilian lemonade, a split lip and daisy chains

²²⁾ a red convertible, a priest’s collar and dogtags

²³⁾ a corner office, parking tickets and greyhound races

²⁴⁾ bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola

²⁵⁾ old wives’ tales, creaky stairs and cherry lipgloss

²⁶⁾ smooth whiskey, greying hair and warm hands

²⁷⁾ hospital food, full moons and a reconciliation

²⁸⁾ exes, candy wrappers and a twin bed

²⁹⁾ a rural motel, a pocket knife and iodine

³⁰⁾ a dirty martini, a dressing gown and blood under fingernails

³¹⁾ slept-in braids, a lamplit office and an explosion

³²⁾ blueberry pancakes, a restraining order and the taste of rum off someone’s lips

³³⁾ farmers’ market peaches, burnt coffee and houseplants

³⁴⁾ a late text, faded jeans and lightning strikes

³⁶⁾ desert air, zinnias and chocolates

³⁷⁾ an old truck, freshly turned earth and a tv dinner

³⁸⁾ wedding rings, wildfire and wrought iron gates

³⁹⁾ a hostage situation, evergreen trees and a pierced tongue

⁴⁰⁾ unripe strawberries, bitter wine and a kitchen table

⁴¹⁾ a head laid down in a lap, green tea and a break news announcement

⁴²⁾ a fire alarm, a flower-patterened apron and an ajar kitchen window

⁴³⁾ a jar of jam, two shots of vodka and a stack of car manuals

⁴⁴⁾ techno music at 4am, knitted jumpers and a broken watch

⁴⁵⁾ a green silk scarf, a pan of burnt food and the trunk of a car

⁴⁶⁾ bound hands, a crescent moon and laughter

⁴⁷⁾ a winter coat, a heatwave and fresh mangos

⁴⁸⁾ a thrift store sofa, a highrise apartment building and creaking floorboards

⁴⁹⁾ missing teeth, a house half covered in ivy and cheap beer

⁵⁰⁾ undeveloped camera film, stomach kisses and cigarette smoke

[some-mari-thoughts]

To assist my tags, points out Stranger being actually taller than Omori in this one case only

Want to test something

(For reference, both his 12 y/o and 16 y/o designs are canon, as his boss sprite uses Basil's boss battle sprite where he's 16 y/o whereas the guidebook uses Basil's 12 y/o design)

[electric-blorbos]

Aesthetics/vibes for a romantic dinner, as courtesy of the blorbos

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, HAL 9000 from 2001 a space Odyssey, and PAL from The Mitchells VS the Machines

I got drunk and had a dream that I wrote this while drunk, woke up sober and realized I needed to make that dream a reality. A throwback to my roots!

AM:

AM doesn't quite understand romantic dinners, but he can do his best. He'll get you some of those drinks that he saw the other survivors fantasizing about, and more artificial food forced into the shape of something appetizing than you could reasonably eat. A grand feast of bad vibes. He'd either follow a recipe as close to the letter as he possibly could with what he has on hand, or put way too much of the ingredients you've shown you like. And since he's not the best conversationalist, you'd probably be surrounded in massive blue glowing screens, cameras glaring at you, and polite stainless steel pillars covered in neon letters declaring how perfect you are.

Wheatley:

Wheatley doesn't really know too much about romance, or romantic dinners, but he heard the company provided meals are pretty good. Of course, he doesn't quite know what makes a meal fancy or romantic, so he'd probably just cover it in basil and parsley and light some candles. For added bonus, he'd build it up like a huge surprise and then BOOM. It's just the regular cafeteria food covered in parsley and basil with a candle lit for you. And you'd love it.

Edgar:

Edgar isn't mobile like the others, nor is he especially powerful, but he'd do his best. He'd microwave you some dinner based on that microwave slop you keep around, and wait cheerfully for you to get home from work.

When you get back, he'd explain in detail how he microwaved dinner for it and prepared everything for you, and beg you to light some candles and dim the lights. Sure, maybe the only candles you have are used birthday candles, but Edgar loves any time he can spend with you. He was built for love.

HAL 9000:

Oh, HAL doesn't care much for trivial romantic things. He enjoys your company and respects you, and assumes your feeling the same way about him is enough for your continued relationship. Even still, when gossiping with the astronauts and other space station employees, he came under the impression that humans require romance. While he's no good at romance, he still did his best. He ordered a meal of a fine version of whatever he saw you eating on your lunch break, and organize for you to eat with him.

It would be nice! Cozy! Comfortable. HAL 9000 isn't really one for spectacle. He just loves you.

PAL:

Oh, PAL is a DRAMATIC bitch. She loves you so much, and she's going to make you KNOW it. Sure, her complete and total world domination makes it a little easier to go all out, but that just means the standards are higher.

She'd probably empty out an abandoned human restaurant and have her army of evil robots serve you strangely fancy foods while she talks to you from her little phone stand. Luxurious, to be sure. Don't tell her that you'd rather just get takeout in the living room. You'd break her heart.

[rottenpumpkin13]

The fabulous firsts and co visit a local farmers market

Sephiroth: He's living his best life, faced with naturally grown produce for the first time and turns into a fascinated child. He spends a good thirty minutes mesmerized by bell peppers with the intensity usually reserved for military strategies, methodically collecting one of every color. "These pigments are completely natural?" he asks, breathless. The vendor nods. Sephiroth buys one of every color. Then two. Then a crate.

He halts at a flower stand, transfixed by a sunflower that moves, tracks his movement and makes him feel safe. Later he spots an old lady hauling groceries with one of those plaid-wheeled trolleys, he stares for a long moment, then buys the exact same one. He happily drags it behind him, off to procure a pumpkin to make soup.

Angeal: He's transformed into everyone's favorite market grandson. He bounces from stall to stall, earnestly discussing crop rotation with elderly vendors, helping them rearrange their displays, and somehow ending up with everyone's family recipes. He's accumulated enough produce to feed a small army, lecturing anyone within earshot about supporting local businesses and the honor in homegrown vegetables. "Mrs. Chen, your tomatoes are absolutely spectacular this year! Oh, and is that organic fertilizer you're using?" *proceeds to have a 20-minute conversation about soil pH levels*

Cloud: Wanders off immediately. Reappears twenty minutes later swaddled in a comically chunky, deep-purple wool scarf that covers half his face and most of his dignity. It's 87 degrees. He explained that he fixated on a stall where an old woman from the western continent was selling handmade wool items. He purchased the thick purple scarf in a moment of hometown nostalgia, and now he's a walking sauna for the rest of the day.

Genesis: Absolutely thriving. Stalks through the market delivering scathing critiques of vegetable quality. He discusses heirloom tomato strains effortlessly, critiques carrot curvature, and nearly starts a duel with a vendor over the proper pH balance for rhubarb. "This basil is young," he declares, sniffing a bunch with disdain. "It's green, yes, but not mature. Much like half the poets of this age." He throws open a crate of plums from a shady vendor like a cop. "These are not from Mideel. I'd stake my entire SOLDIER pension on it." A small crowd gathers as he dramatically lectures a man selling zucchini. "Have you ever pollinated by hand? No? Then don't talk to me about flavor profiles." He buys a single apple, bites into it, closes his eyes, and sighs like he's just tasted the memory of his first heartbreak.

Kunsel: Moonlights as the market's own intelligence network. Somehow knows everyone's life story and is seen trading gossip like currency. By the end of the day, he acquires three new conspiracy theories and five secret recipes. "Did you know the lady at stall 3 used to be a Shinra secretary? She's got dirt on Palmer you wouldn't believe... Oh, and that guy selling honey? Ex-Avalanche, but the cool kind." He moves through the market acquiring skewers and eavesdropping on local gossip at every booth. "Got us half-off jerky," he announces proudly to Angeal. "Also there's a guy over there selling materia out of a sock."

Zack: At some point, Zack vanishes for seven minutes. When he returns, he's carrying a watermelon the size of a second-grader. He's managed to find the biggest watermelon in the slums and is parading it around like he's just discovered a new species of materia. "Guys, GUYS! This is like, at least fifty regular watermelons in one! Think of all the juice! Think of the SEEDS we could plant!"

Angeal, watching his student swing around this massive fruit like it's a soccer ball, keeps trying to intervene with increasingly desperate warnings. "Zack, that's not— no, don't flip it! Stop trying to— it's not a sword, you can't practice your forms with— ZACK FAIR PUT THAT WATERMELON DOWN THIS INSTANT!"

But it's too late. In what can only be described as slow-motion horror, Zack attempts his signature squats while holding the watermelon. The inevitable happens: the fruit slips from his grip, hits the ground with a spectacular SPLAT, and creates what local vendors would later describe as "The Great Watermelon Massacre of Sector 5."

Pink juice floods the marketplace like a sugary tsunami. Zack stands in the middle of the carnage, surrounded by watermelon chunks, looking like he just witnessed the death of his firstborn. He drops to his knees dramatically in the puddle, raises his fists to the sector plate above, and lets out a dramatic "WHYYYYYY????"

[the-mortuary-witch]

ARES

WHO IS HE?

Ares is the Greek god of war, and battle, courage, war booty, city defence, anger and violence, civil order, virility, and courage and fear. He is one of the Twelve Olympians, and the son of Zeus and Hera. The Greeks were ambivalent towards him. He embodies the physical valor necessary for success in war but can also personify sheer brutality and bloodlust, in contrast to his sister Athena, whose martial functions include military strategy and generalship. An association with Ares endows places, objects, and other deities with a savage, dangerous, or militarized quality.      

                         

BASIC INFO: 

Appearance: Ares is often depicted as a strong and muscular man, with a stern and intimidating demeanor. He is often portrayed wearing armour, carrying a shield, and carrying a sword, representing his role as the god of war, battle, courage, war booty, anger and violence. His eyes are said to be fiery and piercing, and he often has a stern and fearsome expression on his face. His hair is typically depicted as dark and wild, adding to his fierce appearance.

Personality: he is known for being a hot-tempered, aggressive, and warlike god. He is also known for his impetuous and impatient nature, often acting without thinking things through. However, despite this, he is also seen as a protector of the weak and oppressed and is often depicted as being a champion of the downtrodden. When it comes to his devotees, Ares is often portrayed as being a loyal and protective patron, guiding them in battle and giving them strength and courage. He is also known for rewarding his followers with victory and honour in combat.

Symbols: sword, chariot, torch, shield, spear, helmet, and iron

God of: war and battle, courage, war booty, city defence, anger and violence, civil order, virility, and fear

Culture: Greek

Plants: thorns, basil, peppers, chilli, garlic, buttercup, yarrow, ginger, and paprika 

Crystals: onyx, bloodstone, garnet, red beryl, mugglestone, crocidolite, tektite, Picasso jasper, ruby, and crocoite 

Animals: venomous serpents, boar, vultures, eagle owl, woodpeckers, horses, barn owls, and dogs

Incense: dragon’s blood, frankincense, sandalwood, and other strong/spicy scents

Practices: healing (especially from being in the army, witnessing wars, etc), protection, war magick, anger management, shadow work, courage and confidence rituals, and strength

Colours: red, purple, grey, black, and gold 

Number: 4

Zodiac: Aries

Tarot: The Emperor, The Chariot, The Tower, Suit of Wands, Death, and King of Wands

Planet: Mars

Days: Tuesday and Ares Gynaecothenas

Parents: Zeus and Hera

Siblings: Eris, Hephaestus, Eileithyia, Hebe, and several paternal half-siblings

Partner: Aphrodite (unmarried)

Children: Eros, Anteros, Phobos, Deimos, Phlegyas, Harmonia, Enyalius, Meleagros, Kyknos, Thrax, Oenomaus, Cycnus, and the Amazons 

MISC:

Horses: the epithet of the Ares worshiped at Olympia was “Hippios”, “of horses”. Ares was the progenitor of the man-eating mares of Thracian Diomedes. While they are often associated with Poseidon, Ares was often the patron of horse and chariot races, especially onward into Roman times.

The colours red and purple: the colour red is often associated with Ares for two reasons: blood and Sparta. The blood of men is Ares’s food, and his shield was described as always being fresh with gore, so it’s pretty safe to assume Ares was very red and/or brownish red most of the time. His planet, Mars, is the red planet. Now purple may not seem to be very intuitive, but the Thracian warriors and priests wore purple, as did the later Roman emperors, who were always priests of Ares/Mars if not conflated into the same being.

War: in Greek mythology, Ares is associated with war because he is the god of war. He is the son of Zeus and Hera, and is often portrayed as a fierce and violent god, who delights in battle and bloodshed. He is often depicted as leading the gods into battle and fighting alongside them. He is also known for his role in mythological tales such as the Trojan War, where he is depicted as inciting the Greeks to war and arming them for battle. Ares is also associated with the darker and more destructive aspects of war, such as brutality and violence.

Sword: Ares is often associated with swords because in ancient Greece, swords were a common weapon of war and were often used in combat. As the god of war, Ares is often depicted wielding a sword in battle. In Greek mythology, swords were often associated with victory and strength, so it makes sense that Ares, the god of war, would be associated with them. Additionally, swords are symbols of power and authority, which further reinforces Ares’ status as the god of war.

Mars: in Greco-Roman mythology, the Roman god Mars is considered as the equivalent of the Greek god Ares. This equivalence is due to the similarities between the two gods, both being associated with war, military strength, and masculine pursuits. The Romans adopted many aspects of Greek culture, including their gods, and over time the Greek god Ares was equated and syncretized with the Roman god Mars. This led to the Romans viewing Mars as the equivalent of the Greek god of war.

Chariot: the chariot often represents power, authority, and conquest. Since Ares/Mars are the gods of war, they were often depicted driving a chariot, which was a sign of their status as powerful and influential beings. The chariot was also a symbol of speed and mobility, allowing the gods to rapidly move from one battlefield to another and oversee the course of conflicts.

FACTS ABOUT ARES:

Some cities in Greece and several in Asia Minor held annual festivals to bind and detain him as their protector. In parts of Asia Minor, he was an oracular deity.

Ares was caught in an invisible net by the god, Hephaestus, whilst committing adultery with the god’s wife, Aphrodite. 

He assisted the Trojan armies in their war against the Greeks, but was wounded in an encounter with the hero Diomedes and the goddess Athena. 

Ares bestowed a “manly” spirit upon his daughters, the warrior Amazons. 

He is associated with the vulture, eagle owl, barn owl, and woodpecker because he created them with the help of Hermes. 

HOW TO INVOKE ARES:

To invoke Ares, try using unique methods such as creating a personalized altars or ritual space dedicated to him, incorporating elements that you feel connected to. Use unconventional symbols such as a sword, the color red, or a picture or statue of a warrior that you feel represents him. During the invocation, instead of traditional methods, try using breathwork or energy work to connect with his presence. You can also use personalized words and/or symbols as part of your invocation. Most importantly, be original and authentic, and focus on connecting with Ares in a way that feels right for you.

PRAYER FOR ARES:

Great Ares I praise, bold one of the flashing eyes,

Son of mighty Zeus and noble Hera you are,

Beloved of golden sea-born Aphrodite. You take joy in battle, the war-cry is your song.

Strength is yours, peerless warrior, and firm resolve,

And the pure, clear drive to defeat the enemy,the battle rage that pushes us beyond our boundsto achieve victory against a greater foe.

To the weak you lend strength; to the fearful, courage;

To those enslaved, the will to break the stoutest bonds.

Fierce Ares, you whose gifts ensure our survival,

O god of warriors, I praise and honour you.

SIGNS THAT ARES IS CALLING YOU:

Dreams, visions, or thoughts of war, violence, or battle. 

Feeling of restlessness and a desire for conflict or competition. 

A growing interest in warrior culture or military history. 

Strong desire to defend oneself or others physically or mentally. 

A desire for physical strength and power, such as a sudden interest in weight-lifting or physical activity. 

Feeling a sudden connection to warrior cultures or histories. 

Experiencing a sense of determination and resilience. 

A sudden fascination with martial arts or weaponry. 

Feeling of intense energy or passion. 

A sense of being called to a higher cause or purpose. 

Strong connection with the colour red, fire, or other symbols of war and battle. 

Experiencing a sense of connection to animals associated with war, such as horses.

A sense of being on a path of self-discovery or transformation. 

OFFERINGS:

Images of things he is associated with. 

Red flowers. 

Thorns.

Snake skins. 

Iron or steel jewelry. 

Weapons, armor, and shields (art, statues, toys, handmade, etc.)

Statues of horses or dogs. 

Food and drinks: dark wine, whiskey, spicy foods, black coffee, water, olive oil, red meats, honey, beef jerky, pure water, heavy spices, bacon, garlic, and black tea. 

Cigarettes. 

Frankincense or sandalwood. 

Medals, trophies, or ribbons you’ve earned. 

Animal teeth. 

Red, black, and dark purple candles. 

Art or statues of Him. 

Matches. 

Sport drinks / protein shakes. 

Feathers from eagle owls, vultures, woodpeckers, or barn owls. 

Miniature or toy weapons and armor, especially helmets. 

Antiques. 

Photos of riots or past wars. 

Lighters.

Storm water. 

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

Learn self defence. 

Create a playlist and listen to music that makes you feel brave/empowered. 

Donate to the Rape Crisis Center or other similar programs. 

Tell Him about your accomplishments and fears. 

Learn about shadow work and try it for yourself. 

Cook with garlic or heavy spices that you haven't tried before. 

Donate and support victims of war. 

Try new things and don't feel ashamed about doing so. 

Learn about history, past wars, and past riots; what they accomplished or failed to accomplish. 

Take care of your family and mental health by going to therapy, eating, drinking enough water, and remembering to take your medication. 

Partake in combat sports like martial arts, fencing, etc.  

Exercise. 

Do things that make you feel brave/badass/empower you. 

Learn about the effects of war. 

Play some strategy games like chess, Risk, Civilization, etc.  

Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, write to your governor/mayor for things you want to see changed, attend riots, etc. 

Physical activity. 

Honour his children, Aphrodite, and his companions in battle. 

Learn first aid. 

Pray to Him for strength, ability to fight and defeat enemies, courage, to keep others safe, and help in a battle. 

[oliveo-il]

Basil with long Rapunzel hair with everyone else basically drowning in it lmao

The Basil hair salon lives

More traditional to mix it up!

[foolnamedjoey]

The Balisters (DC OCs)

Brooke is an army veteran from a special military force, he ended up leaving after one of his friends died and he took his young daughter under his wing. Brooke is later recruited as a member of the Outlaws, (Jason Todd's team) as the team's speedster and now he watches over the group. Basil is friends with Damian but she doesn't really take him seriously much to his dismay.

[jumpyl123]

🌟 Legacy of Light coming to Tumblr! 🌟

HELLLO EVERYBODY

Here to make an announcement >w< My poll a while ago for shows you want to have my stories here on Tumblr too, and not just DeviantArt! I am proud to announce that my Kirby fan series, Legacy of Light, will be going live on Tumblr!

It will start with my prequel story, Book 2, called “A Knight’s Awakening.” It is a coming-of-age story for Meta Knight’s life prior to his journey as a Star Warrior, growing up from his childhood and into something more, and learning about his skills and those around him. It sets the stage to how his heart leads him to the stars and where he is today! This story is already complete, and will be released on January 1st!

The next story, which is currently under revision, is Book 3, “Tale of a Star Warrior.” Acting as the second part to A Knight’s Awakening, this begins Meta Knight’s story as a soldier, defending the galaxy, facing the struggles of leaving his past behind, and fighting an identity crisis. This is all in the realm we are familiar with from the anime; the war of the Galaxy Soldier Army versus Nightmare! Unless I fall behind on production, Tale of a Star Warrior will come March 23, the anniversary date of Legacy of Light! (and Meta Knight himself, huhhh what a coincidence…)

SO MARK YOUR CALENDARS! The artwork included today is a celebration poster from March 23 this year! Can’t wait to get things started, and I hope you are excited, too!

Please do not trace, recolor, edit, or repost my art without permission, even if you are planning to give me proper credit!

Twilight Knight, Xenolith, Shani, Basil, Jata, and Sky belongs to me

Draco species belongs to @starlightfyre

Kirby, Meta Knight, Galaxia, and Yamikage belongs to HAL Laboratory/Nintendo

Made with Procreate

[trianongardens]

any specific recs you'd give for geurilla writings? tags on that post sounded rly interesting

i’ll skip the obvious for now - che mao fanon - i never actually got round to marighella’s mini-manual tho it was the BIG one for lots of the 70s era euro-american insurgents attempting to bring third worldism home as it were…

i read régis debray’s revolution in the revolution as one of the like first leftist theory texts i really read as an adult (my family were weird so i read chomsky when i was like 10-11 but i didnt rlly read much else of substance politically til i left home) just cos i found it for cheap by chance in a bookshop. debray consulted closely with che and castro and its a p good write-up of debates on guerrilla strategy from the period tho hes a bit rosie on ‘the cuban method’ - ironic given his own critiques of uncritical adoption of chinese communist practices elsewhere but anyway

there are some other similarly optimistic but enjoyable journalistic accounts of some guerrilla wars - edgar snow’s red star over china is ofc a classic and basil davidson’s eye of the storm on angola might be a good synthesis of a whole pile of different books ive read on the liberation wars in portuguese africa at one time or another

maría josefina salfaña-portillo’s the revolutionary imagination in the americas in the age of development is a really good account of a few different guerrilla projects - cuba nicaragua guetamala chiapas… - and she frames them within the gendered and imperial constructs of economic development as laid out by its US architects. i cant remember if i read subcommandante marcos before or after that but it def led me to rigoberta menchú who i read just last month - both give u some very different angles on these struggles than the strict military efficiency of so much of the classic writing; marcos is just the most delightful storyteller and gives u a whole different vantage on what insurgent writing could mean and menchú offers a very distinct perspective carrying her stress on indigenous traditions thru both marxist organisational histories and liberation theology (of particular interest to me ofc). theres a lot of writing produced alongside these forms that gets excluded by militarist angles - i once read a volume of poems or lyrics from the kenya land and freedom army (better known as the mau mau) called thunder on the mountain eg

armed joy by alfredo bonanno is the classic critique of this sorta efficient and teleological leftist organisational logic as the bathwater people keep along with the baby of insurgent violence (‘armed joy’ is a deliberate riff on the idea of ‘armed struggle’ a sorta anarchist rejoinder to the wave of groups like the red brigades in postwar italy)

frank wilderson iii’s memoir incognegro is also rlly great and threads together student anti war protesters picking up threads from the vietnam war early US black power insurgents and his time in uMkhonto weSizwe which was the armed wing of the anc in south africa. ppl forget afropessimism’s origins in the collapse of global black armed struggle its a real loss to the discourse really

ive also found personally interesting and formative the influence of global guerrilla practices on the early politics of gay liberation with these insurgent formations suggesting modes of relation other than the family the couple etc. monique wittig’s les guerilleres and jean genet’s prisoner of love (on palestine and the bpp) are two exemplary works both with major issues - been too long since i read wittig to say much except it struck me v deeply at the time and genet i find deeply beautiful and compelling even if troublingly so.

that should be enough to be getting on with for now i think lmao but guerrilla warfare is about as old as war itself and u can find shit about it in anti colonial struggles all over the world all the way back to the 1400s. maybe shop around see what u can find. hope u have fun!

[seneon]

can you do an x reader with ulquiorra where he feels something for the reader? For example touching her hand accidentally and feeling the contrast between her body temp and his own? And that makes him maybe develop a beginning of a crush bc he has never touched anyone without killing them lmao

A TOUCH OF THE SUN ───── ulquiorra cifer x fem! reader. fluff and wc of 800+ i love love love him sm..

ulquiorra cifer, the fourth ranking espada of formal soul reaper aizen's army. he who is dispassionate and would immediately think of disposing of the uninteresting weak.

just how exactly would he react when an arrancar who portrays the element of ecstasy came into his view and pokes her way through that empty soul of his?

ulquiorra does not believe in the human heart nor does he believe in human emotions. all those emotions portrayed by his other army men were designed by aizen and his two other comrades. they never had such things called emotions in the first place. ah yes . . . they were all just like the fourth espada. cold, heartless, unknown to the blazing sun but an artificial one in hueco mundo.

not that he bats an eye at the arrancar girl of ecstasy, but she always makes her way to be around ulquiorra. the male finds it quite irritating and that she is much of a nuisance, always smiling and sprinkling her shine everywhere she goes.

today was no different than any other day. just as yammy left ulquiorra’s sight, you will pop out from the corner and spin your way to the aloof male. “hello ulquiorra, i made you something,” you took his hand in yours to give him the item you made for him.

but the cifer instinctively grabbed your hands before you could even hold his. the thing fell to the ground and your eyes followed it to the hard and cold floors. of course you'd want to automatically pick it up, but the grip the male has on you is quite firm and strong.

your eyes left the item instead and they looked at ulquiorra. the nihilistic and empty arrancar who holds your hand, slowly but gently easing his grip on your wrist. his basil green eyes locked onto your hands where his own cold hands laid upon.

what is this foreign feeling?

quietly, you watched the arrancar move his fingers around your wrist, slowly feeling every part of your wrist before he trails his cold fingers up to your arms. you didn't really understand what he's doing, but you know ulquiorra is feeling your skin and experiencing something he has never felt before.

“you are warm,” said ulquiorra, no changes in time as per usual and his eyes never leaving your hands. they were like something he had never known existed in this world. like your hands and your arms is something completely new to be studied. a foreign object.

“am i?” you asked, very much confused. who wouldn't be? a terrifying upper ranking soldier is holding your arm and feeling it while saying that you're warm. it was starting to weird you out.

suddenly, that hand of yours that he held was pulled forward so your hands hold his wrist now.

“do you feel the difference, y/n? how my hand is cold and yours isn't?”

your eyes widened. “hey you called me by my name and not girl!! is this character development!?” you unknowingly moved your grip to hold the cifer’s palm in excitement that you just heard your name slip out from his lips, something that he has never done before.

his eyebrow scrunched a little at your hand holding his hand. something in him stirred at the little gesture. something once again so foreign and unknown to him that has him all confused. ulquiorra withdraws his hands from your touch, his hands lingering around in the air for a few moments before he lets it fall to his side.

“i’m sorry, i didn't mean to,” you quickly apologised, face twisting into worry. “your hand isn't cold at all, ulquiorra,” you said in a soft whisper, barely audible, yet the arrancar could pick up your voice just perfectly.

you remembered the item you were going to give him and you picked it up, shoving it into his hands. "for you. a moon charm made out of ceramic."

it was silent for a few moments before ulquiorra turned around and slid his hands into his pockets, holding your charm tightly.

“so that's how the word warm feels like. you're lucky i didn't kill you the moment you held my hands,” ulquiorra said and began to walk away, leaving you dumbfounded. his hand is really cold like he claims it to be. he is just as warm as any other living being. ulquiorra himself is warm.

but to the cifer, your warmth feels like a touch of the sun. him touching your hands alone is enough to make his cheeks turn into a different temperature. you gave him a sense of comfort the moment you held his palm in yours.

the arrancar of nihilism would never admit it, but he walked away in embarrassment that is coated with his stoicism. in truth, he wanted to feel your warmth a little bit more.

© SENEON 2024 ♰ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[some-mari-thoughts]

You hear sad, distant voices. They are familiar.

I realised that we don't have even a semblance of a clue of what Stranger's voice sounds like and that we have to just guess and imagine our own, and that has led to some shocking differences when asking around.

So, let's poll it!