#baezil

[the-generous-fool]

Basil is something you cook with.

Baezil is someone you avoid.

[spacelingart]

Morning Coffee

A sketch for the biweekly prompt in the SWTOR art discord! Thistles belongs to calleo

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[moonlitalien]

Bust commission for @lisjonok of their character Baezil! Thank you for commissioning me! <3

[andalitebonsai]

Marco and ants

Thinking about how Marco has this Thing with social insects, how he hates them the most of all the group, and trying to puzzle out why they scare him more than the others. Cuz it’s like... he says it’s loss of control/loss of self, but that seems weird, right? That’s sort of a looming anxiety for all of them, that’s what yeerks do, and Marco doesn’t seem more scared of the yeerks than the others.

But Marco “clear bright line” is able to do what he does by keeping an emotional distance from almost every area of his life; his ability to maintain ironic detachment is a crucial element of #35. We see him easily joke about everything, it’s his whole deal; he’s only really sincere about his family.

And Marco always mentions how social insects make you lose control specifically in the context of serving the hive. From #40:

Honeybees,  like  ants,  are social  insects. Just not to the same extent as ants. But they function as part of a greater whole. Not individuals.  Machinelike  in their  dedication  to  the survival of the colony.  Devoted one hundred and fifty percent to the hive.

Social insects absolutely do not allow distance from your goal. It’s not just the loss of control, it’s that the loss of control is mandatory, all-in, 150% devotion and dedication, no ironic detachment possible. The loss of self, for Marco, is that barrier he’s always building between his actions and his feelings.

And Marco’s absolute worst moments during the war (at least up through #41) are all times when his family (the one thing he cares about with absolute sincerity) is affected by/sacrificed for the cause. Choosing to push Eva off that cliff, letting her stay infested, even letting Peter marry Nora or just learning that the yeerks were responsible for his mother’s disappearance-- these were all moments when Marco worked for the greater good but really struggled to insert distance between his actual feelings and the cause because it came for the ONE thing he sincerely cares about. The only way he’s able to keep going is by doubling down on that ironic detachment. Social insects take that away, and I wonder if that alone is enough to give him the screaming horrors.

[anderjak-creations]

Hey, folks! I renovated my Patreon a little.

I do sketches like these for $5/month patrons, EVERY month -- with a limit of 20 patrons total. I don’t take commissions often, but patrons get a guaranteed slot every single gatdang month that they are a patron.

I also have a new $20 tier for a full high-res inked commission at a cap of 5 patrons every month, so if you’re looking for more detailed, higher-quality work, I got you covered.

If you dig that, check out the Patreon itself, where you can also see the first five pages of Super-Boredom in a special teaser. They’re good pages. You’ll like ‘em.

- patreon.com/anderjak -

(Thanks to @heysawbones, @stopitsembellished, @spacelingart, @modernmodron, and @kaijuvsgiantrobotsvsme for the suggestions to make these sketch examples!)

[pokecology]

Still poking away at this Ransei map. 

I caved an ordered the Conquest art book off of ebay. It’s coming by end of January!

[squiddity3]

I got a switch and BotW and I love it? And also I love Oman Au?

[lilac-vode]

@lisjonok​ OOO I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT WITH THE ASPIRATED T!! very cool possibility i had not considered :-] also i love baezil’s name 🥺

[quartervirus]

Patreon Stretch Goal - $20 Patrons 1/ 2

Many thanks to last month’s patrons for helping me achieve my stretch goal and afford a new Cintiq 27QHD Touch! I’ve had to slap on some textures to deter people from colouring them, please respect the commissioners who have paid money to use these images.

In order of appearance:

Jack and Guinea Pigs, Chris Lehmann Nohni Vhaze, Foxberry Studios Marax, Sarah Biswas Baezil, Li Didkovski Draco, Naziha Zahed Iisjah O’Riley, Natalia Komuniewska An’ko, Brittany Blankenship Aysa Cloudsinger, Jennifer Della Frey, Amy Palmisano Jojo, TomCat

[spacelingart]

Togruta-ised

For the art prompt at the SWTOR art server! It's Djonwi, Yuned'rar, and Baezil if they were Togruta 😀

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[lisjonok]

Thank you, SWTOR, for allowing me to give Baezil his ponytail after all these years 👀

[narfadoodle]

Fact: Thistles broke Baezil's father's nose with a single punch because he upset Baezil during a visit.

oh my goodness ThistlesTel’andel got Draven sent to the medbay shortly after they started hanging out because he is incredibly food aggressive, and Draven learned that the hard way when he tried to sneak a bite of Telly’s takeout, and got a fork jabbed into his hand.

[andalitebonsai]

Andalite memorials

OKAY, prompted by Mertil mistaking a disused rail yard for an earth human graveyard, I’ve done a speculative doodle of an Andalite memorial structure. This is entirely based on vibes and the fact that an overgrown rail yard resembles what Mertil would recognize as a place of the dead.

- I don’t think the body and the memory of the deceased would be closely connected. Dying in battle is a Whole Thing with them, but battles don’t take place on the Andalite homeworld, and often the manner of death (Dracon beam, ship decompression/explosion) doesn’t leave a body behind. At some point in their history they were prey animals; culturally, I think they’re used to not having a body around after death. Even just going off what we see in canon, I think Andalites would value memory of names and deeds independently of the location of a body.

-  I’m imagining parks of memorial structures, grouped by family/nearby community or by military service; maybe you can memorialize someone at multiple structures (eg, Elfangor would be honored at a family memorial and official military parks). Multiple paths would run through memorial parks. Visiting a memorial structure would be a ritual, and maybe the route you take through the park would vary based on who you were memorializing and how? Maybe there are pools a patch of a specific type of grass only eaten as part of the memorial ritual. (Something bitter or maybe something especially nourishing?)

- The structures themselves are a core of sci-fi concrete mounded over with earth; grasses and other significant plants are planted on these mounds. They have no interior; instead, there are nooks with a holo-projecter displaying images of the deceased and a readout/engraving with the names of who should be memorialized, to be expanded as the generations pass. If neglected, I imagine that the projectors would eventually run down and go dark, and the list of names fade.

- In theory they’re tended by the families and comrades, or by dedicated gardeners in an official military park. However, if someone is disgraced or a family neglects the memory of their deceased, the structures become overgrown and can eventually be entirely consumed. I imagine that whole parks are sometimes forgotten for various reasons-- a small family or community dies out, e.g., or an entire family is disgraced and no one tends the structures anymore. 

The real snag with this speculation is that Gafinilan specifically says that Mertil thinks he’s in a “graveyard,” which usually means there are bodies buried there. I don’t know what Andalites would do with bodies-- they value their physique so highly that I think there’re arguments for preservation of the corpse, but they also have intense ties to their planet, so I’m torn. Do they preserve the body as much as possible? Do they prefer the memory of the deceased as young and strong and cremate or just bury in the earth without preservation, circle of life style? (That’d give memorial grasses that are eaten a new significance, which I kind of like.) Maybe early “memorial structures” were initially berms formed by accumulated burials over generations?

[inkary]

Chiss dads Baezil and Thistles for the fabulous @spacelingart​ @lisjonok​ thank you very much for commissioning me! It was truly a pleasure, I need to draw more swtor (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ 

(They are on Tatooine but they’re standing under a tent some sort of to hide from the suns. )

[araneoluslegacy]

A New Face in the Labs

Just a short thing on when Baezil first transferred to the toxicology labs and met Isora.

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Baezil stepped up to the door of one of the toxicology laboratories within the lower levels of the Sanctum. He had a fresh haircut and a clean-shaven face. Determination filled him…as well as anxiety. Swallowing, he attempted to push the latter feelings down, and then held his new ID card out for the security panel to scan. A light gust of cool, sanitised air greeted him as the door slid open.

"Good morning," a voice said from inside. "You must be Dr Zib'aezi'lux?" The Chiss name was spoken crisply, which startled Baezil just a touch. He hadn't been aware that another one was working in these labs but decided it might make things easier.

"Ah— Y-Yes. Yes, that's me," Baezil said, cringing to himself as he caught his own nervous stutter. He stepped inside the lab proper and looked about, still not catching sight of the other apparent Chiss, who must have been just out of view. "How did you know?"

"Simple," the voice said. "I saw you on the security monitor." The other Chiss poked his head out of a smaller office within the lab, a light grin on his face. He seemed to briefly size Baezil up before approaching him. Baezil was six, maybe seven inches taller than him, and a few years younger. "I'm Dr Thi'sor'alann. You're very early if I may say so!"

"I didn't wish to be late, Doctor," Baezil said quietly.

"It's quite all right. And please, call me Isora. Everyone else here does." He caught the light frown on Baezil's face and smirked. "It may not be what you're accustomed to, Zib'aezi'lux, but it helps with clarity down here. That, and no-one else can quite say my full name down here." Isora paused again, smirking. "And with the two of us here, no one can call us 'blue guy' without causing a bit of confusion, don't you agree?"

Isora was, in Baezil's opinion, extremely casual. He wasn't entirely sure how to take it all in. "Ah— I understand…I think. You and the team are permitted to address me as Baezil."

"Baezil," Isora repeated. "Like the herb?"

"Yes."

"Good, good," Isora said, clasping his hand behind his back. "Since you are here so early, how about we take a seat in the office and have some caf? We can get to know each other a bit and I can assist you in fitting in with the rest of my little group here."

Baezil nodded in reply and then followed Isora into the small office, which had been turned into a bit of a break room. There was a caf machine, an electric tea kettle, a microwave, and a small conservator. Isora gestured towards one of the three chairs settled around a small, square table that was pushed against the wall. Baezil took a seat. Isora prepared them both a cup of caf, and then took the seat opposite him.

"I went over the files that were transferred to me. Your CV, summaries of your research papers," Isora said, switching to Csillan. By the intonations he used, he must have been from Sposia. Baezil was quietly impressed at just how well the other managed to mask his accent when speaking Basic, something he still felt he struggled with. "On one hand, I'm incredibly impressed and grateful that you were sent to work with us. You'll be a wonderful asset, truly. On the other hand, I'm curious as to why you were let go from your previous position. Was the medical field not to your liking?"

"It was," Baezil replied. Isora had a mischievous quality to him that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

"What happened, then?" Isora asked. He observed Baezil closely, which only made him tense up more. "The report said you had personal conflicts with your co-workers?"

"Is that all it says?"

"I wouldn't be asking otherwise."

Baezil wasn't sure whether or not to believe Isora, but he decided it better to answer his question. "I got into a physical confrontation with one of my co-workers. I apologised. I was much more emotionally compromised by a familial situation than I wished to believe." He pasued to sip his caf, no cream or sugar added just as he preferred it. "I assure you, Thi'sor'alann, that it won't happen here. I've fully recovered and am once again emotionally stable."

"Mm," Isora mused, "of course you are. And according to your research, you also seem to have an affinity for plants?"

"Botany," Baezil corrected.

"Of course. You know, that will be very useful here. Everyone has a strong skillset in different areas. Biology, chemistry, et cetera. I can give you projects more revelant to your interests." Isora rubbed his chin and smiled. "Perhaps, you'll be able to move somewhere more appropriate in a few years time."

"I would appreciate that, Isora. Thank you."

"You're very welcome," Isora said. He smiled again, and that mischievous quality showed once more. "May I ask a few…personal questions?"

"I may not answer if they're too personal."

"That's quite all right. I understand that perfectly." Isora took a sip of his own caf now that it had significantly cooled. "How long have you been in the Empire? I, myself have been here about ten years."

Baezil took a moment to calculate it. "About twenty-four years."

"Oh." There was touch of surprise in Isora's voice. "Do you have a family here with you?"

"I am married."

"Any children?"

"No," Baezil said. It was a well-rehearsed, well-intentioned lie.

"That's a shame," Isora said. "But you're young. You still have time, hmm?"

Baezil faltered, but only briefly. "My wife and I are focused on our careers at this point in our lives." Isora noted how sterile the word 'wife' sounded in the statement. Likely an arranged marriage, he noted, pitying the man before him.

"I have one last question," Isora said, a teasing tone entered his voice. "What was a handsome married man such as yourself doing sitting all alone in the Nexus Room with an entire oonberry pie to himself?"

"Ah—" Baezil felt himself visibly blush. He was sure that no one was watching him. Why would anyone watch him? "Are you married, Thi'sor'alann?" He hoped that a topic change would save him from embarrassment.

"No, no," Isora said, chuckling, "I'm not a family man. And don't worry, Zib'aezi'lux, we all have our guilty pleasures. You enjoy pies, while I prefer Twi'leks." Baezil stared at him. It was a lot of rather personal information and he wasn't sure how to process it.

What did he mean by Twi'leks in that context? Twi'lek pie? Twi'lek…meat? No, he wouldn't be consuming them. Or would he? Did he mean he enjoyed them in more intimate settings? Baezil narrowed his eyes and stared at his empty cup, really doing his best to piece it together. Too many obscure thoughts rushed around, trying to put some context to the phrase. Twi'leks. Pie. Twi'leks. Pie.

"Don't worry about it," Isora said, hoping to snap Baezil out of whatever trance he fell into. "It was just a joke. I'll choose my words more carefully next time."

[pokecology]

Versions without kingdoms/infrastructure and a version with. Been messing with a color version but it’s hard to make it look good with the program/skill level that I’m working with. 

 Also, it looks like I will be doing a one-shot on a Conquest Tabletop! I’m super excited.