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quichecat · 7 months
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hire this pawn for more fun facts
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rainofghosts · 1 year
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can this be considered a redesign ??
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basilpaste · 3 months
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something fierce and raging has hit me in the heart and is dragging me kicking and screaming. i am thinking about isabeau's airheaded mask and loop's extensive knowledge of him and also osis and i am. ill. i am ill basil. what say you about this conundrum he has found himself in
HAHAH. yeah.
oops, isabeau!!! pretending to be stupid doesnt work with this one! it just makes them feel bad for you and that doesnt exactly make you feel great, now does it?
this sort of dynamic is actually very much included in one of the first things i wrote about for the au! theres a few lines in the opposite of stars on ao3 that go like this:
“You… keep saying that.” You say slowly, “That I’m, um, looping? I’d kinda appreciate you elaborating on that, maybe? I’m not the smartest guy out there, heh.”  You saying that makes the pity in their gaze deepen. It’s what all of Vaugarde thinks of you, though! You’re sweet, strong, and a little bit stupid! That’s Isabeau! And… you’re okay with it, really. It’s a lot better than the alternative. 
it makes me feel incredibly normal. when isabeau is frustrated in the loops hell default back to the airhead thing sometimes to deal and loopll say something like "[fighter/sunlight] you ARENT stupid and id very much appreciate it if you didnt call yourself that. it drags me down too, you know! if youre stupid, what am i?" and even if its a leading phrase, it does help.
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vee-beeee · 4 months
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HELLO
So I’ve essentially been dead and i apologize, lotta life stuff happening so that’s fun.
This isn’t a Connor x reader fic ;-; but ill get one out soon, but i wanted to try experimenting with another character and I’ve been playing omori recently so here this is
Basically: Set in a universe where Mari went to the hospital for a bit but was okay, and everyone’s doing good. You and Basil see that’s its a nice summer day outside, and decide to go plant shopping :)
A classic Basil x reader fic, both characters are 18 (reader has she/her pronouns)
Only other relationship mentioned is Mari x hero
This might be slightly out of character, as it’s my first time writing for these guys. This is also an au where Mari didn’t die so they main group is happier, and they got therapy 👍
Triggers: Panic attacks, but mostly happy and a comfort fic because these guys deserve it fr fr
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It’s always a weird feeling when you wake up and the sun is drifting into your eyes. It’s like your lids are glowing with the sun itself, catching on your lashes.
Your dreamy haze is startle when you try to gently shift in bed, realizing to late how close you are to the edge.
And you then fall off the side in a mess of blankets.
A body shoots up on top of the bed, a mess of blonde hair and a slender frame all you can see from your spot on the floor. It turns around the room to survey the surroundings, before mumbling something and falling back onto the bed.
“Basiiiillllll” you call out, sleep laced in your voice as you claw to get out of the sheets.
“Whatttttt” he mumbles back, shifting in bed to roll over to look at you.
Before realizing you weren’t there.
“Oh honey!” He instantly wakes up, crawling over the bed to look at you, before leaning down to help undo the blankets. “How did you do this?” He asks when you’re finally free, looking over your body to check for any bruises.
“Maybe you shoved me close to the edge in your sleep again” You laugh, standing up and stretching. You reach your arms above your head and hear your bones creaking, causing you to sigh in relaxation. When your finished you swing your arms down and look at Basil, you was laying on the bed, looking at you with the most gentle, loving gaze you had ever seen. He was also laying upside down, the goober.
“What” you laugh, adjusting your sleep shorts as you walk over to the closet and start rooting through clothes.
“Nothing” he replies, “Just that you look like a flower, blooming in the sun” he chuckles, rolling off the bed to walk and hug you from behind.
Over the years, Basil had hit a growth spurt and went from the shortest to the third tallest. Kel had him beat, next to hero. Sunny was a “short king” as your group called him, but he was still almost as tall as Basil. His blond hair was cut almost the same, done up with some sparkly pins in a low pony, a product of your self care night you had. (You both put on face masks and needed his hair out of his face)
You guys gently swayed in his room for a minute, being careful of the plants that littered his room.
You gently turned your head to kiss his forehead, which had been resting on your shoulder “We should do something today” you whispered, stopping your swaying. When he didn’t answer, you turned to look at him more in question.
And then he started fake snoring.
It was so loud and obnoxious that you couldn’t help but laugh, especially when it turned into the “me me me” snore. Basil broke and started laughing to, and you both chuckled to your hearts content in your happy little bubble.
After that you both got dressed, you in a flowery summer dress and him in some shorts and white tee that said “flower power” showcasing a variety of different flower types on it.
You were currently making eggs and toast with some blueberry jam that you guys made together. That was a fun, albeit messy experiment.
Basil was leaning on the counter next to you, telling you about the others in your groups plan for that day.
“Mari and Hero are driving out to the city, Aubrey is going out with some friends, and Sunny and Kel are meeting up so Kel can try to teach him basketball.” Basil chuckled at the thought of poor sunny getting hit in the face with a ball.
“So we have the day to ourselves?” You questioned, looking outside the window to the beautiful sun shining down on the house. Polly was out doing errands, and Basils grandmother was sleeping in her room.
It really was just the two of you.
“Yep, the whole sunny day” he smiled at you, before jumping and letting out an “oh!” You looked at him with a questioning gaze, and he smiled shakily before running to his room. He came back shortly with a scrap piece of paper and he looked at you in excitement.
“Do you wanna go plant shopping with me?” He smiled so bright you had to squint to see him. You laughed and nodded your head.
“Of course i will! What planets do you need?” This caused Basils brilliant smile to falter, and he chuckled and scratched the back of his head, guilty look plastered on his face
“A lot”
You smirked and held your hand out, and he gently gave you his scrap piece of paper he was holding.
You nodded a thank you and looked down, and saw that the entire sheet of paper was filled out.
Your mouth dropped open as you read all the different kind of plants, a lot of which you couldn’t recognize.
“That’s my list, these ones do well in the summer” He pointed out on the list shyly, before laughing and shaking his head.
“We need to get started then” you winked, and Basil was once again beaming.
After you both got ready, eating and saying goodbye to basils grandmother, you were off to the green house outside of town.
You stood in the driveway, looking at your guys bikes leaned up on the house. You turned to look at basil with a scrunched up look and he bit his lip. You both knew one thing.
You were not gonna fit all the plants in a flimsy bike basket.
Your next option was to call Kel.
Basil and Kel talked on the phone while you undid the locks on your bikes, rolling them over to where your boyfriend was standing.
“….thank you Kel, i promise ill pay for gas” Basil nodded as Kel talked in his ear, and the blonde turned to you to give a thumbs up. You smiled as the plan was set in motion.
Basically the plan was this:
Kel had saved up months ago and bought a truck, while you and basil had chosen to stick with bikes, being the healthier option for you too. But at times like this, extra help was needed.
So you guys were going to bike to park, where Kel and sunny were, and borrow/ steal kels truck, while he and sunny took your bikes home when they were ready.
Perfect plan.
You and basil started to the park, enjoying the warm summer morning. Basil, like basil does, took his camera. He was fussing over it all the way to the park, making sure the strap was tight around his chest. You chuckled as he shakily tried adjusting, before yelping when he realized he was heading into the bushes.
You got to the park (mostly) unharmed. Basil did have a couple scratches, but you were always prepared and brought band-aids for accidents.
(And you were always willing to kiss it better)
When you got to the park, you both beelined for the court. Before you could even see it, you could hear Kel.
He was screaming his head off and whistling.
You and Basil slowly looked at each other, before bursting into laughter. You guys continued walking to the court while giggling, and saw quite the sight.
Kel was guarding sunny, and yelling into his ear. Sunny looked frustrated, but was clearly concentrating hard. You and basil smiled as you watched Kel suddenly make a grab for the ball, causing sunny to turn and shoot for the basket.
The ball flew right over the net, over the board, and before you could register, the ball flying righttt over your head.
You stood there in shock as the ball thudded into a tree, and you blinked as a very worried Basil came into your vision.
“Sweet Pea! Are you okay?” He checked you up and down, giggling gone. Kel was running over, yelling about that almost being the perfect hit, and sunny was walking over, rubbing his arm and looking at you with a guilty look.
The black haired boy tilted his head in apology, and one you recovered from your stunned state, you looked at him and gave him a shaky smile and thumbs up. That was a close one.
“Hey you guys! Sorry about that, he’s still learning distance of shooting the ball” Kel had retrieved the ball from the bushes, and was jogging back to your small circle. When he arrived, he slapped a hand on basils shoulder, sending the blonde forward a few steps. Basil just awkwardly chuckled, never fully getting used to be touched by surprise.
“So I hear you guys want to steal ol’ hector?” Kel laughed, spinning the ball on his finger.
“I’ll pay for gas don’t worry” Basil assured the boy, biting his lip once again, a nervous habit he had picked up when he was a kid.
“Im not to worried about it” Kel shrugged, tossing the ball hand to hand “Just don’t crash it” the boy laughed, punching basil on the arm. Basil chuckled and nodded, giving him a ‘yes sir’ before Kel suddenly threw him the keys. Basil struggled to catch it, the small jumble of metal bouncing from hand to hand before he caught it against his chest. Kel laughed at the antics, and finally gave you once last nod.
“Make sure he doesn’t get lost in there okay y/n?” The boy winked again and patted Sunny’s back, who gave you both a wave while they jogged back to the court. You giggled while Basil sputtered and went red, making an exaggerated frowny face, making you laugh harder.
After dropping the bikes in the lawn, where sunny and Kel could keep an eye on them, you both saw Kel truck parked on the street.
Basil carefully held your hand as you walked across the park to it. You swung your hands back and forth, your both starting to hum a Taylor swift song and laughing.
When you reached the car, Basil unlocked it, and ran around to your side to open the door for you, doing a little bow.
“For you my rose” He blushed and smiled, making you laugh and curtesy to him, thanking the boy before climbing into the tall car. He ran around and pulled open his door, sliding into the driver seat and familiarizing himself with the cars controls. The car was stick shift, and luckily Polly had taught Basil in his Grandmas old car, which also was a stick shift. So you were set.
Basil turned the key and the car roared to life, sputtering with its loud engine. Basil jumped and turned to you with his eyebrows raised, and you laughed at his expression.
Pulling out into the road, you changed the music into some classic road-trip goodies, and you were both off to drive to the plant store outside the town.
Basil was a pretty good driver, albeit a little anxious. After Maris tumble down the stairs that landed her with a broken leg in the hospital, Basils anxiety went through the roof. With a little encouragement from you and Polly, he saw a doctor and got some medication. Now, he was doing much better, but sometimes glimpses of the monster called anxiety crept through. He would get a little nervous when a truck was going to fast, if someone was honking, or if someone even passed him.
But he had you to calm him down. To cheer the blonde up when he got to stressed, you would jokingly yell “PERVERT” at people who were being a little to aggressive on the road, making basil laugh.
The current song was one of your favorites, “She Lit a Fire” by Lord Huron. You both were humming along on the peaceful trip.
About 30 minutes of singing and talking about nothing and everything, Basil smiled and informed you that you were close. He pulled into a dirt driveway and yelped as the road got a little bumpy. You giggled in joy, feeling like you were on a roller costar. Finally, Basil pulled into a clearing, where the road became pavement again.
And then you saw it.
A couple of huge greenhouses, people flocking around them. There were plants everywhere, and it smelt like heaven with all the flowers blooming, and some sprouting.
Basil pulled into a free spot, turning the noisy truck off. You put your hand on the door, ready to exit the truck, when you heard heavy breathing coming from the driver side of the car. You turned to Basil, about to ask him what that noise was, but saw the boy looking out the rear view mirror to a bunch of people.
You understood.
Basil never did good with crowds, and the blonde turned and looked to you in alarm.
“Touch or no touch?” You asked gently, always making sure he was comfortable with it before touching him. He nodded, so you reached out and grabbed his hand, gently rubbing it.
Basils breathing was getting more labored, so you started breathing with him.
“In and out flower” you repeated that mantra, rubbing the back of Basils hand until you noticed his breathing starting to go back to normal. You both took a couple seconds to regroup, before basil quietly leaned over the car and wrapped you in a hug. You breathed out a sigh into his chest, kissing it once before leaning into the hug.
You guys stayed like that for at least 5 minutes, before basil pulled away.
“Sorry ‘bout all that sweet pea” He gave you a shaky smile and you gently gave him one back.
“It’s okay basil” you nodded “Take all the time you need.”
He closed his eyes and breathed, before jokingly giving you a thumbs up. “Im ready, I’ve got you by my side to help me” he stuttered out, making you blush and aww. He went red and quickly got out of the car, walking to the other side to open your door. You hopped out, dusting yourself off before turning and seeing basil close the door and lock the car with a beep.
“Talk about your plants with me” you spoke up, turning to basil and holding your hand out. He gave you a soft look before taking it, explaing all the different kinds of plants as you guys walked through the crowds.
You finally got to the entranced, and in Basils eyes, he was in heaven. The nursery was filled top to bottom with plants. Hanging baskets to little sprouts. It was so colorful in the building, and there was barely any room to walk around in. The ceiling was completely glass, so the sun shone through to bring light into the painting that was the nursery.
“Im gonna live here now.” Basil announced, laughing in awe. You chuckled to him and bumped into his side, causing the both of you to giggle.
Basil picked up a basket and you guys got to shopping.
Basil wanted to look at all the vegetables he wanted to grow, and you followed the boy to make sure he didn’t go ham spending his money. Basil started picking up plants and explaining which one was which, the ones that looked healthy, if they’d do well with the weather we’ve been having, and all sorts of facts about the plants.
You followed him with an adoring look, happy to see your boyfriend so happy after the little hiccup in the car. You figured out since you’ve been with him that even if you had a hard moment, it can always go up from there.
You eventually started to wander off yourself, getting lost in the leaves of the plants and trees and walking to a quiet corner.
There, you found her.
The most beautiful flower you had ever seen, an orange lily plant, sun beam shining down at the perfect angle to illustrate the softness of the petals, the color popping. You gasped and quickly walked over, picking up the flower and putting it up to your nose, smelling the aroma the plant was giving off.
You were lost in a haze, until you heard a tell-tale click. You blinked and looked up, seeing basil holding his camera down the corridor of hanging plants, and vines spilling over table tops. You smiled at him while he fanned the picture he took, holding it up to the light, and grinning.
“This is a good one” he turns to you and waves you over, showing you the photo when you get close enough to see it. You move the lily to your waist, and take a look at the Polaroid.
It’s you, smelling the lily, framed by leaves and vines. The sun is shining on your hair, bringing out the color and showing the blush on your face.
You giggle and look at basil, whose eyes are trained on your face. He smiles and kisses your check, hanging the camera down by his neck, and tucking the picture into his pocket. He pecks your nose and finally your lips, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You smile in the kiss, and put your free hand up on his cheek, squishing his face in the kiss, causing him to laugh and break away.
“You’re amazing my flower.” He bit his lip, blush finally creeping on his face as he closed his eyes and smiled. You blushed and slapped a hand on your face. You peeked your eyes through your hand and laughed a little.
“You are too, my delectable food garnish” Basil burst into laughter, and covered his mouth with his hands, shaking his head. He looked back up at you “Is that going to be my new nickname?” He asked, rolling his head to look up at the ceiling. You laughed and grabbed on of his free hands and rubbed it “Maybe” you just giggled.
After basil noticed you had a plant in your arms, he fawned over it, claiming it was “almost” as pretty as you.
That got you blushing.
As Basil continued around the nursery, he picked up more and more plants, until he had to get 2 carts. As he complained to you about the prices of maple tree saplings, you decided to name your lily “phoebe” .
Basil nodded his head and greeted phoebe by gently shaking one of her leaves like a hand. You and him burst into laughter, and you got some looks at the old folks peacefully shopping.
You and basil eventually got to the line, which went almost through the whole nursery. You were carrying all the pretty flowers, smelling each one.
Basil insisted on carrying the sprouts, because he wanted to make sure they did get to jostled. He was holding the whole basket at a specific angle, trying to make sure not one once of dirt spilled from their pots.
You and basil talked about the other plants you saw in line, and argued over who was going to pay for phoebe.
(Basil won)
As you were waiting, you got a text from Mari, asking how you were doing. She heard from Sunny that you guys had gone to the nursery, and you realized that you had been in there for at least a couple hours. You set down the basket and held your phone up, turning on the camera and pointing it to you and basil. You snapped the photo of you making a peace sign and silly face, while basil fussed over the flowers. You sent it to Mari, who sent laughing faces back and sent back a picture of her and hero, as they appeared to be at a coffe shop down town. Mari was making a thinking face, and hero, across the table, was making the smuggest face you’d ever seen.
You laughed and got basils attention, showing him the pictures. He blushed at the picture of him, and didn’t say anything but kiss your head.
You finally got to the checkout, basil talking to the kind old lady behind the counter. She commented on some of the sprouts, prompting basil to perk up and discuss flowers with her. When the lady was done typing in her computer, she announced the price and you blinked in alarm, looking at basil, who was surprisingly calm as he pulled out his wallet.
When everything was payed for, you grabbed a lollipop from the counters jar and picked up your share of flowers, sucker in your mouth as you walked out of the nursery, the afternoon heat washing over you.
Basil unlocked the truck, and you placed the planets in the backseat. You were about to climb into the car when basil grabbed your hand and squeezed it, causing you to look at him.
“I’ll be right back, I have to grab one thing.” He said and jogged away, leaving you confused.
You leaned on the truck and waited for a couple minutes, before you saw your boyfriend jogging back to the car,
With a full blown tree in his arms.
You gasped and ran to help him carry it, to which he thanked you. You both shoved it into the bed of the truck, basil putting a tarp down before hand to catch the dirt.
“Where did you acquire this?” You finally asked when basil started to secure the tree down so it wouldn’t fly out into the street.
“Well i payed for it, i wanted to surprise you” he awkwardly smiled, tugging on the ropes to make sure they were steady. You giggled and pat the leaves, trying to identify what tree it was.
“It’s a lemon tree” Basil announced after he saw you looking, and you gasped happily in surprise.
“I’ve always wanted a lemon tree!” You giggled, jumping into the car while Basil slid into the drivers side.
“I know, i thought maybe..” He mumbled the last part, at you smiled, looking at him in question. He looked at you and cleared his throat, sitting up straight
“I thought maybe we could plant it together, as a couple” he smiled and you gave him a happy look, quickly leaning over the dash to kiss his cheek. He went completely red and smiled, starting the car bringing your journey and outing to a close.
“Ill take that as a yes”
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I hope you liked this and it wasn’t to out of character! Im working on a Connor x reader rn, but if you like this and want more omori gang x reader hit me up! I think I’ll write a Kel one soon, also set in a universe where Mari is a-okay.
Thanks for reading!
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lemon-box · 1 year
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OMORI SPOILERS
Someone please interact with me in this discussion because I haven’t yet found anyone who shares my opinion on it and im so desperate to talk.
I’ve always found it wrong to call Basil a morally gray character and I also disagree with it.
I think the omori fandom tries to view basil’s actions through a lens of (a)morality even though to me it is not about morals to begin with. I always saw it as a depiction of what type of survival desperateness leads one to. Maybe I need to broaden my understanding of what morals are, but the result of his actions were not of a deliberate choice between good and bad. There was no good and bad to him in that moment. There was only escape, solution, safety. As an audience we know he had other choices. But he clearly didn’t see it that way, I think thats the whole point: that a sound mind wouldn’t make that choice. It feels like such a sour misinterpretation to make it about “ambiguous morals” when it’s about mental illness. A disservice even.
I’m not trying to defend his actions by any means, he contributed to irreversible damage, that’s objective. But I want more people to consider wether morally gray is an accurate term for him. When I look at long lists of morally gray characters, basil just doesn’t fit in with them to me. And that is because moral ambiguity is about knowing what is right and wrong in a situation and choosing either regardless. I truly believe that Basil didn’t even know the difference in the moment where he decided what to do with Mari. I don’t think one instance of amorality should get to define an entire character either. I don’t see it as a part of his personality traits.
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writtenbyrinnie · 2 months
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ieyasu | forbidden tea˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
★彡ieyasu x fem!reader
★彡 word count: 1,649!
★彡 sfw, fluff, kisses~
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after a long and tiresome morning spent cleaning the azuchi castle, i was excited to finally visit ieyasu in his room. he had previously told me that he would be in his room all day, logging the new herbs he had acquired from the merchants. and that i was more than welcome to visit him anytime, if i wished to. so here i was, at his manor.
"my lady, please welcome in."
his maid welcomed me in as i bowed with a bashful smile. still wasnt used to getting called "my lady"...
"is the tea for ieyasu? im heading to his room, so I can take it if youd like." 
i asked, noticing the tray filled with tea leaves and a teaset. my curiosity and desire to help getting the best of me again...
"but my lady-"
"please, i insist."
i added, holding onto the free edges of the wooden tray. the maid seemed to have given in as we exchanged a smile, and she left the tray in my hands. bowing slightly as she returned to her duties.
i gently knocked on ieyasu's door shortly before entering with the tray in my hands. he seemed to be entirely focused on documenting the herbs that were messyly laid down on his desk. there was a slight crease between his brows and a concentrated look on his face as he adjusted his glasses. i wasnt aware he wore any up until this moment, but i would be lying if i said finding him like this wasnt cute.
his gaze remained on the paper for a few more moments before he slowly but surely raised his head, finally acknowledging my existence. the initial look of surprise quickly turned into a soft smile as his eyes met mine. i couldnt help but feel warm inside whenever he smiled so genuinely.
"i was starting to think you werent going to show up."
"well, not only did i show up, i also brought...tea!"
i said proudly as i laid the tray on the small table in the middle of the room. 
"thank you."
"no need to thank me, just continue your work and ill brew the tea~ then, when you're done, we can enjoy the tea together."
ieyasu nodded with a smile as he fixed his glasses once again and resumed his writing. it wasnt everyday that i got to see him and his desk covered by so many beautiful flowers and herbs. i was truly enjoying the view. 
i began adding the tea leaves to the teapot, being careful not to spill any. reaching for the hot water, my eyes landed on the handful of dried leaves placed inside a cotton cloth on the table. i gave it a sniff, and it smelled quite similar to basil. maybe i could add it to the tea.. to give it a mint like freshness? adding a small pinch of what i assumed to be dried basil to the tea pot, i begun to slowly pour the boiling water all over the leaves.
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the rich, aromatic smell of freshly brewed tea began filling the room. ieyasu must have noticed it too. after briefly looking in my direction, he met my eyes with a soft smile as he continued finishing up his work.
after filling half of a cup, i took a small sip to make sure the basil flavor wasnt extreme. the basil i added perfectly complemented the high quality tea leaves, leaving a deliciously fresh taste on the tongue. i was excited for ieyasu to try it as well, growing a little impatient from waiting.
raising from the floor, i made my way over to his desk. his journal was filled with immensely detailed drawings of flowers, with the qualities of each written down in beautiful handwriting. i watched him work in awe, slowly lowering my head onto his shoulder. not sure if it was the scent of many flowers laid upon his desk rubbing on him or his scent alone, but he smelled awfully sweet.
"hm?"
ieyasu hummed in confusion when i placed a gentle peck on the smooth skin of his neck. giving me a side eye, he took off his glasses. it wasnt my intention to distract him, but i just couldnt have ignored the urge to kiss him when he stood there so perfectly.
"dont give me that look..."
with a guilty whine, i buried my face in the crook of his neck. it was partially due to my embarrassment and partially due to the fact that he smelled rather intoxicating.
cant a girl miss her lover..? I know i MAY be acting slightly clingy right now, but-...
"i will. you did that on purpose..."
"well,.. did it work..?"
i asked, raising my head to meet his gaze again. the edge of his lips curled a little, and with a casual tone, he answered.
"nope."
i knew it was a lie, and so did he. the second he had taken off his glasses marked the moment he had become too distracted to continue his work. but i played along still, knowing it would be near impossible to get him to admit that.
"the teas going to get cold."
"mhm."
"come on, take a break already..."
i sighed, tugging on his collar to urge him to get up. he eventually rose from his seat, rolling his eyes with a slight grin as he did so.
"hm, whats gotten into you..? miss me much?"
ieyasu teased, a rather confused look on his face. (he wasnt used to her being impatient like this, especially over...tea? really..? not that he was going to complain...)
carefully, i began pouring the brew into the elegant tea cups as the fresh basil aroma began overflowing. ieayasu scrunched his nose, raising a brow at the unfamiliar but pleasant scent.
"what did you put into it? smells nice..."
"just some basil; it smells fresh, doesnt it?"
"basil..? from where?"
ieayasu seemed puzzled, his expression slowly evolving into one of surprise as i pointed over to the remaining leaves on the cloth. taking a better sniff, his eyes widened further.
"i dont think thats...basil."
he leaned in with a somewhat worried look on his face, placing a strand of stray hair behind my ear.
"you look...a little red. do you feel feverish?"
"i mean...i feel slightly heated, but its probably just the tea making me feel hot."
i smiled sweetly as he caressed my cheek, the concern in his voice stressing me out a little.
"why..? am i not allowed to turn into a blushy mess around you anymore?"
i teased, feeling his thumb grace over my lips, reminding me how much I had actually missed his touch. that managed to earn a chuckle from him.
"you know thats not what i meant, ...idiot."
the crease in between his brows had softened, but his expression still remained firm. i felt his gaze fall onto my lips for a second before he sighed, looking away, the faintest blush on his ears.
"give me a second; i just want to be sure..."
he muttered before taking the cloth filled with basil leaves over to his desk. flipping the pages of his journal swiftly as he scanned them with his eyes. i couldnt help but pout and sit there, upset at the sudden loss of physical contact and intimacy as i watched him.
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he rubbed his temples briefly before closing the journal and looking back at me.
"whats wrong?"
i asked, tilting my head to the side as i tried to gauge his expression. 
i mean...even if what i added wasnt basil, it couldnt have been anything poisonous or bad. after all, ieyasu only keeps medicinal herbs around...right? not me dying from drinking tea...haha...ha.
"nothing. well-... uhhh, nothing important."
ieyasu scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding my gaze as his ears grew redder. which only left me with more confusion than ever... he walked over, plopping down next to me on the tatami floor. 
"care to elaborate on the 'nothing important' part?"
"nothing important, as in...sadly, you'll live."
he chuckled a little, pulling me closer as i rolled my eyes.
"just...stay the night; ill help your fever die down."
"that sounded...oddly...inappropriate."
"im quite serious though. thats what you get for messing around with plants you dont know the effects of."
my face immediately flushed deep red when i felt his breath hit my ear. speaking in a low tone, he added...
"ahem, you see... those leaves you added, happen to have a... aphrodisiac side effect."
ive never wanted to evaporate this bad..i felt my face burn up with embarrassment, and for a moment it actually did feel like i couldve evaporated if i got any hotter.
"and as much as id love to believe that i was the one making you feel all hot and bothered, its probably your forbidden tea concoction. so, stay the night."
ieayasu added as he pulled himself back to give me a much needed breather. his last sentence had etched itself into my brain in a way so inappopriate that my mind had already begun making up outrageously lewd scenarios. i slapped my cheeks to regain whatever composure i had remained and turned to him. my body involuntarily itching to stay closer to him.
"why do you-..?!...even have aphrodisiacs in here..."
ieyasu cleared his throat, blushing slightly.
"hey-.., they are also considered medications, you know..."
he protested, fixing his already wide enough collar with one hand as he placed the other on my waist. even such a simple gesture was enough to get my imagination running wild again, letting myself get pulled closer and closer.
"youre practically burning up."
"yeah no shit sherlock."
"sher-.....who..?"
"f-forget it..!"
ieayasu, rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips had begun turning into a smile when he felt my arms wrap around his neck.
"geez, soo needy..."
"shut up."
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there goes my first ever english fic...im feeling pretty anxious about posting this, since im not confident in my english nor my writing abilities BUT...i guess i had to start somewhere :;(∩´﹏`∩);: 🌷
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aromanticannibal · 11 months
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Basil is very mentally ill (SPOILERS)
I just came to this realization in the tags of another post but how deeply fucked up mentally must little twelve year old Basil must have been for his first idea to cover up Mari's death to be a suicide.
Mari has a knee injury that stops her from playing softball - so it must be a pretty bad knee injury. And you know what knee injuries do to you? They make you fucking fall. What are the odds of Mari accidentally falling off the stairs and dying from it after tripping because of her injury (and she was probably tired because of her training for the recital on top of that)? Pretty high me thinks. Even without the knee injury, these are some tall stairs man. Maybe I'm just clumsy but I know I'd fall from that.
So what happened is that Basil saw his best friend made his sister fall from the stairs and she died from it. And his first thought was to... Stage it as a suicide. And not any type of suicide, stage it as Mari having hanged herself. @a-rock-nothing-else in who's tags I screamed already pointed out that it's really weird for a twelve year old boy at a time where Internet isn't that easily accessible to know how to tie a noose.
So. Basil is undeniably fucked in the head from a stupidly young age, which makes sense given his parents are canonically "too busy" to take care of him, and he lives with his grandma + he seemingly didn't have any friends before Aubrey befriended him. So the child is probably somewhat depressed in the first place, and may have been suicidal in the past, explaining his knowledge of how to tie a noose (this is from @/a-rock-nothing-else's post).
But on top of that, even when he's seemingly really happy with his friends, his immediate reaction to Mari dying isn't to either freeze up like Sunny or call for help, it's to frame the "murder" and even then, to frame it as a fucked up suicide that's probably hard to put in place (need to know how to make a noose, need to bring the dead weight of a 16 years old girl down the stairs and then up a rope, all that alone because Sunny isn't responsive) instead of a simple "She fell down the stairs!". Even giving most of the truth would probably have been simpler ("Sunny and Mari were arguing and Mari was tired and tripped and fell down the stairs!").
I have a theory/headcanon : Basil probably was traumatized by something in the past (his parents' absence, his lack of friends or potential bullying, even just his depression) and got the good ol' "You're so mature for your age!" symptom. In this state of mind, he felt he had to help Sunny, because Sunny is helpless and doesn't know what to do, and he's his best friend, so Basil has to do something. He's the only one who can do something. (He doesn't think of calling for help.) Then, his first thought is to stage a suicide, perhaps because he's seeing things through his own eyes too much : when you're suicidal, you might view committing suicide as an escape from everything (good) and think that the people around you will forget everything about it in a few days, maybe (very good). Basil doesn't think in terms of "this is going to break everyone's hearts and might traumatize many of my friends" first because when you're twelve you don't think like that, and second because he's seeing himself in Mari supposed suicide.
Of course, he realizes after how terrible of an idea this is, but well. He can't do anything now, and he knows he did something wrong.
I suppose after all this, when the adrenaline went back down, he realizes that Mari didn't kill herself or die out of nowhere, someone pushed her. And when you're a kid you probably struggle to see shades of grey a bit, so he can't possibly believe his best friend is the one who pushed Mari down the stairs and killed her, no - it was something behind him.
Anyway. I'm not blaming Basil for anything, just trying to understand why his brain works so fucking weird and projecting a bit. I also might have missed some canon points but heh. These are just random thoughts, this is the reason why I labeled this as a theory/headcanon.
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pinkgirl523 · 7 months
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hi. i’m aubrey, from omori. i got this app because basil’s been bugging me about it for weeks and i just wanted to make him get off my back…lol. it did make him really happy though, so. COOL.
let’s go over some stuff just to clear the air.
- i go by she/they pronouns. i’m bisexual
- i figured out that i can keep an “ask box” and i’m gonna basically always keep that open, since kim will probably want payback after i spam her’s
- this is a roleplay. i’m not claiming to be an irl, kin or anything else but the character i’m playing as. which is myself. obviously.
- lmfao
- i like art and baseball and stuff so ill probably reblog things related to that?
and, that’s it. why is kel walking over hererdS;
;(HIII GUYS!!! Maybe I should grt a tumbler. Ooh you can make it orangr 🤣🏀🏀🤣 Ok Aubrey looks mad now Sorry
Kel what the Haha fuck are you even doing Haha Oh wait it’s on voice type let me just
okay, sorry about that. kel was being an idiot but on the bright side, i think it’s what basil would call “being candid”.
first post done, i guess.
aubrey out.
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heleizition · 8 months
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EYE EMOJI. later cuz i was doing stuff. THEY ALL NEED HUGS. jesus fuck. eat the rich. eat them. also stan. just throw em in there. fucker. could use criminal syndicate if ya wanna? ALSO W HA T. does jo get wolf traits. whats the thing with the traumatic past of bf baby that jo feels guilty about? ...how do they die? >:3 evil face to hide the pain. do they get hugs. does Boi with cyborg jazz get helped? i forget names so quick i didnt open a second tab. howd he nearly die? do any of the others have enhancements? does jo get to kill the boss bastard?
criminal syndiate sounds right !!!! organises human experiments to get loyal soldiers <3
jo does get wolf traits ! she had the ears n tail nd also fur here and there . also teeth :) .
so stephan, (gaby's bf) was a guy who ended up in stan's grip. not exactly sure yet how it happened but he ended up there, ended up getting trained to kill and drugged to obey for years until one of his senior tried to help him and he got out. he ended up passed out in an alley beside where gabriel lived at the time and he took care of him through the drug withdrawal and realising he was now 20+ years old and had no idea how to be a normal person.
jo got betrayed and then digged into stan's past and actions while stephan was under his orders. she met him once and at first she didn't know abt the drug n stuff,,, once they met again stephan had no recollection of her and she jst felt helpless and like she had failed him,,, like she didnt know. and wouldn't be able to do much . but she feels like she could have gotten him out sooner with a proper support system (not that gabriel isn't good but hes only one guy who also has issues).
nathaniel was in a similar situation ! he and chronos lived w their parents when they were kids, and their parents, mainly their mom, was one of the head researcher for human modification and advancement (mostly for like. idk how you call this but to help with pain, handicaps, better human life yk, not to make WEAPONS). she knew too much n got killed,,, both boys hid in a closet at night when their parents heard intruders, saw their parents get executed, and when the killer got closer to the closet, nathaniel got out and acted like he was alone in here to spare chronos. he got knocked out and dragged out by the man and chronos (age like. 8 or 9 btw) jst sat there terrified and dissociating. at first he thought that nath was alive but everyone around him was so dismissive, trying not to get him too much hope, that he made himself believe his brother was dead.
nath was also under stan's control (who had that time was looking for test subjects in making . cyborg weapons) and was sent mostly to spy on jo and get leverage for stan (which ended up with kidnapping but im once again making things on the spot) until chronos got through him and the programming basically yayyyy
maria is also a cyborg, she lost her legs when she was a teen during an explosion. i had more hybrids but im not interest in most of them anymore EJESJOFJES who knows..................... maybe ill make more later.................;
jo DOES get to kill bastard man . but it doesnt mean they survive the deadly virus under the dome. the first itteration of this story had a character, basil, survive all of this and tell the story actually.
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Are Basil and Dorian... you know
VERY good question because the answer is yes...! and no. and maybe? its fucked!
im gonna put this beneath a read more as well, but before we get into it theres some necessary content warnings. first and foremost this will contain LOTS of spoilers for the picture of dorian gray which is a 150 year old book that most people know the plot of anyway, so while ill be doing a little explaining of context, some familiarity with the novel would probably be beneficial to get all The Themes. second for proper content warnings, its a fucked up book and thats part of the point! so the following will deal with heavy amounts of manipulation, gaslighting, obsessive behavior, generally very unhealthy relationship stuff. also murder.
lets get into it!
something important to know from the very start: this is not a healthy relationship. no one in this dynamic is in a good place or going into this with a healthy mindset. so while it becomes a little more clear cut later on who's fucking up who, it's also good to keep in mind that this relationship was doomed from the outset by both parties. fun!
lets start with basil! if there's one thing to know about basil, it's that he's... obsessive. there's a reason his weapon is called idolatry. to basil, dorian is the picture of perfection, beautiful in every way, and incapable of truly doing any wrong; any sins that dorian is committing is due to outside influence, and if basil could just be with him, if basil could just pull him away from lord wotton, if basil could just have him - then everything would be fine. dorian would go back to being perfect and charming and sweet and good, just like he used to be, just like basil always believes that he is. basil is so, so certain that anything bad dorian does is just a misunderstanding, or an accident, or a simple mistake.
up to and including dorians attempt to murder him.
pretty unhealthy!
and from dorian's side, basil is, well... little more than a tool, to be honest. dorian is vain. dorian enjoys attention. and basil will give it to him in spades, regardless of whatever dorian is up to. it's because of basil that dorian can stay young forever, all of his crimes and cruelty projected onto the portrait basil painted rather than sticking with the real dorian. hes too busy to model for basil's paintings anymore - part of the reason why basil has stopped painting - but the flattery from basil is enough for dorian to keep him around as essentially a plaything. it's fun to see basil's reactions to dorian's passions and cruelties. it's fun to drag him into a darker side of the city, pull him to the streets of flavor and laugh at the face he makes when he's realized what he's eaten. it's fun to act the innocent party, to poke and prod at basil's emotions and make him think that cruel, cynical version of dorian doesn't exist and is only a fabrication of basil's imagination judging dorian too harshly for doing what's normal in the city. it's all fun and games!
...and then, it isn't. after a little while, dorian finally grows curious as to why basil just sits back and lets him do all of this, why he keeps trusting dorian so dearly, why he puts him on such a pedestal. and when basil doesnt want to say, dorian forces the confession out of him anyway, and it's... boring. basil pours out his heart, and dorian gets his answer, and suddenly there's no intrigue left. basil is no more than a pesky fly buzzing around a sweet drink. even peskier when he still tries to separate dorian from lord wotton and his other friends, when he tries to preach about goodness and kindness and charity and all those other things that weak, lesser men think are necessary.
and so, dorian wants to be rid of him.
the murder attempt itself i still haven't worked out the details for, but dorian really doesn't care that basil survived; even after that near-death, basil still chooses to believe that it was some kind of misunderstanding, and dorian knows he'd never try to tell anyone. basil's obsession with dorian - because at this point it's really more obsession than actual love, even if that's how it might have started - prevents him from ever moving on or seeing dorian for who he really is. basil is constantly giving forgiveness for things he knows he should never forgive - such as dorian's murder of sybil vane, who basil knew personally in the city, though that could be a whole other post - but if he gives up dorian, what is he going to do with himself? he no longer paints, not after realizing what he's been creating. he has no career. dorian has destroyed basil's prospects in their home nest. his friends have grown tired of him and he has no relatives to go to.
so when a bus arrives, offering at least some kind of job, and a chance at a wish that could fix everything and bring basil and dorian back to where they started... he had no other choice but to take it.
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help okay wait i didnt even answer the question. tl;dr basil is absolutely head over heels for dorian and dorian is 100% leading him on for ages and ages until he suddenly gets bored and tries to kill him. they havent seen each other since. healthy relationship!
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Hello, eveyrthing you need to know about me and this blog is in this pinned message. Lets get started shall we? :
• Let's start with the basics
My names is Lux but you can also call me by Tabi (ill explain why later.) I use he/them/it/xe pronouns, im 16 years old, currently questioning to be pansexual or not and im also taken by my lovely alex <3.
Im just trying to get by especially with my art. I usually make art now and then so please dont expect much from me. I also have a project going on with my ocs so i will contemplate on making posts about them, it'll most likely happen but no one really knows.
• This blog, what is it?
This is an side art blog for my main acc that I don't really use that much, i only use it for seeing art and reblogging. This is where i post almost all of my art. Please be warned some may be mature and some may be explicit. Some also may be a bit too angsty or over all just contains serious topics, not to mention i will probably end up posting some vent arts here, either due to needing to vent or the fact that i actually really liked how it turned out.
• Other information about yourself?
I'm a kin, which explains why my other name is Tabi, directly from Tabi from Friday Night Funkin' as i am a selfhood of him. My kin list is in my bio, you can check it if you'd like for... I don't know for whatever "you" reasons.
Keep in mind im also a system, i might talk more about this later maybe but just a heads up, especially as i will be posting all of our art on this blog, including the ones from my alters. And unless they want to stay anonymous, we will be stating who drew this and here and that.
• How do we who drew what or who's posting?
Here's the list of alters and their emojis that are able to draw and have drawn to get you started on that :
Ghostbur - 💙
Hazard / Shredder - 🧪 or ⛓️
Hellboy / Caerus - 👑
Basil - 🌼
Chara - 🥧
Asriel - 🌻
Rise Donnie - 👾
Rise Leo - ✨
Spiral - 💫
Rise Mikey - 🎨
Rise Raph - 🍓
2012 Raph - 💢
Raphala - 🍰
Raphie - 💮
Skrill - 🎼
Berry / Kj / Tabi - 🍡
Monty - 🐊
So far that's all i can list off for now and remember. This will most likely be updated from time to time.
This post might now and then get updated depending if i need to list off other stuff y'all need to know. But so far that's all for now. Have a good day / night.
- lux × tabi 🎼
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duckielover151 · 1 year
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THE ONE PIECE DIARIES
Episode Count: 400
Holy crap. It's been so hard to hold out for the 400th episode to write an update. Everything just got crazy in the last 10 episodes or so. There are so many things to talk about! Strap in for a long one.
Okay. First. Sabaody. A location that is as beautiful as it is horrifying... Honestly, I feel like it took just a little too long for that fact to sink in for the crew. What part of Hachi's "Stand by and do nothing even if someone gets shot in front of you" warning was unclear that things are pretty fucked up here? The government's corruption has escalated even further with this new, up-close look at the human- (and other) trafficking and slavery system. It's honestly astonishing that anyone supports the World Government at this point.
And don't even get me started on the World Nobles. Never has a punch been more overdue yet so satisfying. I want them to storm into this so called "Holy Land" and just start beating up anyone they can find there too. (It's been a minute since I've talked about Enel, but have I mentioned how much I hate god complex characters?)
And then, of course, was the mass introduction of so many important characters... (Supernova is such a cool name for a group of rising stars... Maybe not totally, scientifically accurate... but cool.)
I recognize a lot of those names. The only one I really know much about is Law. I believe I've gotten basically his entire backstory, but I'm excited to see it play out in person, the little details I'm sure to have missed. Kid and Killer are also really familiar names, though I don't actually know that much about them.
I can definitely see why Law and Kid in particular come up so much in the fandom, if their introduction is anything to go by. That fight with the three captains fending off the Navy outside the auction house may not have been the most impressive fight in the series, but it was also a really fun spectacle. Kid, Luffy, and Law have already got a great sort of chemistry and dynamic, and I'm excited to see that grow.
There were a few others who stood out who I'm also looking forward to getting to know better... Jewelry Bonney is an interesting one. She seems to have the ability to age and de-age herself at will, which could be super useful... Though she doesn't seem much like the type for espionage... She seems like someone who really walks her own path. Some of these introductions were a little rushed, but I feel like hers was really good. They got in everything we needed to know about her, including her main policy of not getting caught up in anyone else's bullshit. And the Straw Hats seems to specialize in getting caught up in other people's problems... I'd like to see her team up with our crew... but I kind of get the feeling that she'll end up being an enemy, or at least a hostile rival, whenever they meet again.
Basil Hawkins is the other one who really stood out to me. He's another interesting one who I'm really not sure where he'll stand in the future. He has the potential to be either really cool or really annoying. Fortunetelling has the potential to be a fascinating ability... I'll be interested to see if he pairs it with another talent... and just how much he relies on it. His assurance that it wasn't his time to die because his cards told him so while his crewmate was panicking... isn't exactly reassuring. The concept of fate can be a tricky one in fiction. He seems like a character who might get shot down just to make a point if he relies on it too much.
And! I can't believe I almost forgot about Rayleigh.
Now, the huge backstory element that he revealed... That the Roger Pirates were never actually captured; Gol D. Roger turned himself in because he was already dying of some incurable illness... is something I already knew. But damn, those were some really great reveal scenes. Hell, Rayleigh's reveal scene, where they pause for just that extra second before adding that he's the former pirate king's vice captain (I think I prefer the term first mate, to be honest...) was really great. Kind of gave me the shivers even though I already knew who he was.
There were some really, really great moments throughout his story too... The one where he's reliving Roger's last words to him before turning himself in... It just struck me all of a sudden and made me kind of unexpectedly emotional... to realize that Rayleigh wasn't remembering the scene as his younger self. He was still the old man sitting at the table with the Straw Hats while Roger's comparative youth (and overall vibe) was frozen in time, as it always will be...
I think it really reinforced that Rayleigh's moved on and is living in the present, no matter how much he may have been affected by it at the time. But I think it also raises some questions. And comparisons.
We've already seen other characters meeting Luffy and being struck by the resemblance to Roger. But I think it's going to be these crews' differences that really stand out to me. Because if the Rogers are all still alive and well... it's almost a little disappointing that they're not still out there raising hell in their own ways, even if the crew's disbanded.
I just can't help pondering what it would be like if the roles were reversed. Because while I'm sure Luffy wouldn't want his crew to risk their lives for him... especially if they all knew he was already dying... I also can't picture it going down any other way than his friends storming the execution platform. After everything he's proven he's willing to do to save a friend... I can't help but feel the best way to honor him would be to live their lives by his example. I can't imagine this crew just fading into obscurity, even if they lost their captain.
But maybe that just has to do with the biggest mystery of all. Rayleigh basically comes right out and says that they were all changed forever by whatever they experienced at the end of their journey, whatever the One Piece is... And that they all made a choice when confronted with that knowledge. And maybe the Straw Hats will make a different choice once they find it.
And I sure wish I could say I would have had Robin and Luffy's resolve, to decide I wanted to find it myself, no matter how long that might take... But I probably would have cracked and demanded answers. Whenever it all does get revealed... I feel like the fandom's gonna explode.
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penumbralwoods · 2 years
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(if you wanna ramble about the ost my dms are open /g /nf)
8 10 13 21 and 18!!!!
8 (favorite area in faraway town?): i feel like if i say basil's house i'll be bullied (/silly) sooo ill go with the hangout spot! 10 (favorite omori ships, if any?): i havent put a lot of thought into shipping, honestly. basil and sunny/omori's dynamic is by far my favorite, but i dont really care if its platonic or romantic. kel is definitely gay in love with sunny though 13 (headcanons?): basil is genderqueer sorry guys. also captain spaceboy is omni. i have no real reason to believe that it just feels right to me. also i think post-game kel tries to call sunny 10 million times a day and he answers maybe 1 time and its to tell kel to text him instead 21 (if you could change something, what would it be?): hm. honestly the only real gripe i have with the game is that what you're supposed to do can be very vague at times. but eh 18 (most annoying part of the game?): definitely the intro. its a great intro! its charming and introduces everything very well!! GOD JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME GO TO SPACE PLEASE
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random-basil-lover · 2 months
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"Oh Basil acts so childish i hate him" "Oh Basil is so annoying" "ugh Basil is so scary he's crazy i hate him"
BASIL IS FUCKING TRAUMATISED. GUYS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF HE ACTS CHILDISH (which is something i don't agree with) MAYBE CONSIDER THAT HE IS 16??? WE TEENAGERS ARE CHILDISH AND STUPID ANYWAYS
BASIL HAS SEVERE PTSD AND POSSIBLE BPD, HE POSSIBLY HAS PSYCHOSIS OR ANOTHER MENTAL HEALTH CONDITION THAT MAKES IT HARD FOR HIM TO LIVE AND CONTROL HIMSELF. HE IS DEPRESSED. HE IS HURT. JUST BECAUSE HE CAN HAVE WHAT YOU COULD CONSIDER A "NORMAL LIFE" DOESN'T MEAN THAT THE GUY IS FUCKING SUFFERING.
"But he's a fictional character, why so mad?"
Fictional. characters. are. based. off. of. real. life. Basil's struggles are struggles people have IN REAL LIFE, illnesses PEOPLE HAVE, maybe even Omocat or someone of the team experienced that themselves, who knows.
If you don't understand mental illnesses, don't judge and hate. If you think you understand them but instead you are hating on the "oh, no so romantic and poetic" parts that ruin your perception of mental health being "poetic and cool", you should reflect on yourself.
Some mentally ill people hardly shower. Some mentally ill people don't brush their teeth. Some mentally ill people smell bad. Some mentally ill people live in fear, can't control themselves. It's not their fault. They didn't choose to suffer.
Also, about Basil attacking "Sunny" in 1 day left... Let me make you be in his shoes: You're sixteen, your parents weren't there for you during almost your whole life, you have abandonment issues, the only friend you truly connected with abandoned you out of nowhere after you saw your girl friend dead, had to carry her, you feared of what might happen to your best friend if they find out, and you tried to help him, which takes you to carry and hang the dead body of SOMEONE YOU LOVED, all this at 12, which is extremely traumatic by itself. One of your former friends started bullying you for something you didn't do, but you decided to not tell her you didn't do it to protect your best friend. She calls you a creep, and some other people join to keep calling you hurtful things, they even attack you physically. Your best friend came back after four years, but still wasn't there for you when you were hallucinating and panicking. It's night, and you are going to kill yourself. Your friend arrives. It's frustrating, because your dearest friend is going to leave the next day, and you needed their support so much... So, why the hell is he here? Why is he showing up and then leaving again? Does he even care about you, about what you had to sacrifice for him? You're going to commit suicide, you are in a very vulnerable moment, you are scared, angry at many things, filled with self-hatred, and guilt. You're having/almost having a panic attack. After seeing your friend, these feelings intensify, and you can no longer control yourself with all the things you're feeling at that moment, it's overwhelming, you're not thinking straight. You yell at him because he is going to leave you again, because you are hurt, and, as i said, can't think straight. You start hallucinating, but you think it is real. It is the way your brain has been coping, trying to take the blame away from your dear friend. You want to kill that hallucination, that "something" that did all the bad things (like killing your other friend Mari). You don't understand why is Sunny struggling and in front of you all the time, you want to protect him from the hallucination, you want him to be safe. Once again, you think the hallucination is real. Then, you manage to stab the hallucination in the eye... Only to realise you actually stabbed your dearest friend. You didn't mean to. You wanted to protect him. More guilt. You pass out.
Doesn't that sound like a completely terrfying thing to go through? Just because you haven't suffered it doesn't mean you have to judge and hate on someone, fictional or not. Because if you went through that, i assure you you would not be thinking straight either, and you would've done something similar, or maybe... you would be dead already. Because those are 4 years of psychological torture. Not everyone can go through 4 years of psychological torture.
Thank you.
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libidomechanica · 2 years
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“You have offered”
—Yet wast thou think it soon will waft     thee hence! Mountain go, up to the wrongs herself she cried, you     love us, play no more. Than any Kurd more helpless! Thou     surely cannot tell. Love. And my roots will aid if men will     call in an hour where blind
wildbeast of force, whose little muddy     pond of water, never gave a lock of hair away     to a man, Dearest, bury me under the bay. And warm     with dew? I am gone into the garden-ground of a     silver name is yoked with
visions, and columbines, cool parsley,     basil sweet, O Love, dear children, call no more;—Farewell!     With every one, the dove to their golden store in Autumn’s     sickle, Winter frosty dark; and as ye her array, still     noble motion: and I
saw that equal baseness lived     in me, the weird affectionate light, having lived on the     woods may answer, nor your love died: it is like since you going     to thee impart, and which may let in a little by     little step beyond, and,
though a light from infancy; and     the forest bare, lest aught of the valley road. But when we     heard the drowsy sacristan still countrywomen! Time to     tell aught else: so mighty spels, nor damned ghosts are pecking pearly     bite; and to be praised
if all be well! To tumble, Vulcans,     on the pine its garlands of farewell. The Choristers     the ioyous Antheme sing, that all the woods no more! You have offered     theme of you that live bath, each fish, which comfort? Up in     the slanted hail-storm, down
he dropt towards to the Sun grew broader     toward his death and fell, and thou fayre Hebe, and wert o’erjoyed     to peep in at a hole, and have sought. And ah for a moment     face with eyes wide whites showing before the stormy night,     to tinge, on syren shores,
the Mauis descant playne, that those     deceptions which it couched, close by the dead, since she her name is     Martha Ray about this she knows, maybe the ball that godless     cleft with passion from the fair and worth it? Some fresher     stamp of the state of thing
vncomely euer may thereto     applaud and loud and look too, into the voice within your     melancholy! And would answer, All will yet be well! A     crocus too stoic to open, won’t. We twain, although she     perhaps he mixt with flowers
and husbands, I do confesse     they played to me: we fear, indeed, whereof this same night. Was     caught in the winter stand and women, up till the wood so     late, a furlong from Heaven, for earth we are but pilgrims     made, and honey fed; who,
when we saw that tear! To make him     seem long hence as he spake, her looks were she: how pretty her     blush of eve was waning slow, and twang’d it inwardly; for     at the firelight touch’d, and bleached by time and the Southern     morn. Like resurrection
in front of every captain waits     hungry for honour, lay me in the air, no, no, not one     looke to glaunce awry, which, erring here; and the wintry world     appear, and have more celestial threasures grieve not me,     and o’re, our own rest
imperial tent whispers to you     with a smile; then from my breast almighty ever-present     heere, to lag behind, and the wylde wolues which made so fair.     Ill mother dear mother with a ring at the air of love     and pity. Why stand we
here? From their deeds; lilies that you     cannot claim: let thy white should it move to life and sour     prentices, With new surprise; her belly, buttocks, and sings, snapping     his style admire and I will say no. Peace, you youngest     sate on her: for the night
be better used where the serene     father’s camp, and mad, the wind of banners that passes for     to beye, first streak of day! The groom gat sae fou’, he fell awald     beside this aged thorn; no leaves to hide those gentle     bird, whom thy lady died!
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windowsapologist · 2 years
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I actually got some pretty vareigated blue fleece i wanted to make another puppet with, a frog one like a kermit-like, but haven't done so yet because uh
I don't have thimbles and hand sewing puppets hurts after a while
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