#daily-basil drama

[xxl1ghtxx]

Me and @dreamybasil can't be quiet about this any longer

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[rebornologist]

I’m nominating Basil for the nation’s boyfriend this year because...

He's perfect and unproblematic and wonderful. He is who I mean when I say "not all men". The bar is no longer subterranean with him. The old Japanese dialect is not an ick for you. Please just give my thoughts the time of day.

He absolutely adores watching historical dramas with you, and will spend free days cuddling under soft blankets on the couch with entertainment from the cheesiest soap-opera trope-ridden shows. The only annoying thing about watching these shows with him is that he’s a straightforward and solution-driven man. He always goes off mumbling about how things would not have spiraled out of control in the show if people communicated and weren’t like, evil and weird about it. That gives you fodder to rant to him about how the shows are stupid and that you have no idea why the two of y’all are so hooked on them. The two of you do have a ton of inside jokes as a result.

“So.. [y/n], what sayest thou is.. the Japanese they speak in this show is not the modern dialect?” You nearly spit out your tea as you fought back the bout of laughter at his realization, and soon you were guffawing at the top of your lungs, feet kicking into the air as you doubled over into his lap in happy hysterics.

Speaking of being in his lap, I think he smells like barley tea and rice flour and warm, freshly washed and sun-dried cotton. There are some evenings where he's finishing paperwork and he would allow you to take a nap in his lap as he shuffles through the files and forms. He smells so good y’all please throw your arms around him, pull him close, and get the biggest hit of pure warmth and comfort. I would sleep like a baby in his presence fr.

He would be the perfect boyfie because he’s a professional errand runner. Studying into the AM or working overtime? Schedule permitting, he’s on his way with a soft warm hug, a blanket, a sweet treat, and your favourite snacks.

He makes a mean matcha or hojicha latte, and makes them pretty regularly for you as your daily dose of caffeine (unless you don’t do caffeine, in that case.. he would simply learn how to perfect your morning drink of choice).

Basil loves quality time, but y’all absolutely cannot have it all because he’s so busy and overworked. He handles it like a champ, surprisingly, and complains very little (if at all) about work, but you do notice that he falls asleep nearly instantly when he comes back to you after being away.

There is nothing in the world more comforting than laying his head in your lap or on your chest and wrapping his arms around you, snuggling close and feeling your fingers threading through his flaxen locks, smoothing them out, fiddling with split ends, and massaging his scalp. You’re always the first one to nag him (playfully) about his bangs getting long again and asking him what he intends to do with his hair now that it’s gotten to that length.

He’s the one I’d totally pin as more traditionally romantic, like, writing love letters and leaving them by your pillow, with your morning tea/coffee, slipping it into your work bag before he leaves for another excruciating span of time, and of course, sending them your way while he’s away.

If you want an offline bf, he is the one, babes. He cannot wrap his head around social media, and upon thinking about it, begins to ponder the negative psychological effects of observing the self and being constantly pressured to present the self and one’s brand online. He's not against other people being online and having social media, but he's the kind of guy that texts like a boomer and doesn't know what a meme is. He will absolutely like and comment on your instagram posts (or allow you to like and comment on your own posts from his device) if asked.

He didn’t know what memes were until Iemitsu started sending them in their correspondence (and Iemitsu sends the most outdated memes from like 2000 that nobody thought they would ever see again in their lifetime). Now the closest thing to a meme you’re getting from Basil is a photo of some samurai painting from the history museum and a follow-up text message, “me when I’m away from my wife/husband/spouse because I am fighting for honor and glory in the war” like HELP???!! WHO IS THIS?!?!

However, he loves photography. There’s something very valuable to him about immortalizing a moment through photos, but he isn’t a “the camera eats before we eat” kind of guy, he’s the guy that likes to take pictures of waterfalls and cool native plants and rare birds to commemorate his adventures. It's the best way to keep a piece of a space while leaving no trace.

He keeps a journal and shares some of the entries with you during your quality time together. He likes to save fallen leaves or flowers from different regions that he comes across, being mindful to press them dry and make sure that he isn’t moving plant pathogens around in his nostalgia notebook.

Basil is really good with his hands and is fairly skilled at dexterity-based crafts such as weaving, calligraphy, and he absolutely excels at origami. He would never tell you this, (because he has his fair share of secrecy due to the nature of his work, and the weight of his human heart, of course) but he folds up some of his failed poems to you in the complex origami that he gives you. He knows that you would never unfold his work, so in a way, he gets to deliver the half-baked expressions of his feelings about you without the vulnerability and potential embarrassment of how impossible it is to put into words (as eloquently as he would like, anyway).

ok thank u for reading my 900 word Basilicum/You pitch. Basil for The Nation's Bf 2024 ♡ ♡ Basil for National BF Day 2024 that is my message good night xx

lil nsfw hc utc.

Service top Basilicum I’m sorry y’all he’s such a giver and so so so so sweet and patient and attentive about it please help us lord I absolutely love the concept of him hovering over his love as he rocks his hips slowly into them, reveling in every soft mewl and gasp and whimper that escapes them as they squirm and wrap their legs around his waist.

His heart might actually burst when you catch the stray strands of his long bangs slipping into his face and tuck them behind his ear, holding his face lovingly as you gaze up at him. Man, you love it so much when he comes home.

[artmelia39]

The body as a temple.

I, like many North American children, was raised in a very Protestant household. I don't know how things have changed in the church since the late 90s/early 2000s, but when I was a child things like tattoos and piercings (especially on AMAB kids) was anathema.

Naturally, as teenagers do, I rebelled. I drew patterns like this on paper since middle school. In high school I started drawing it on my body. The belly of my arm was the number one canvas. I drew on it almost daily. I used every colour of pen I could get my hands on, every spare moment of class time or free time to make my arm a work of art. For that I was punished. A teacher gave me detention for doing this instead of reading, the air cadets thought it was a tattoo and forbade it, even my mother was shocked by it and had my pastor give me a talking to about the evils of ink. What did that result in? At age 18 I got my first real tattoo, then another, then two more. I stopped because of money, but if that were no object I would be covered head to toe.

So what's the point of this story of teenage drama? The way I was raised, the body was an ideal, Protestant temple. For those that have never been inside a Protestant church (at least NA ones around me), they are bereft of things like icons. There are no paintings of the saints, certainly none of Christ. And our bodies should reflect that and be "clean" for God. I deeply disagree with this notion. If our bodies are indeed temples, they ought to be like the Sistine Chapel, or Saint Basil's Cathedral: decorated with works of art.

Of course that art doesn't have to be religious in origin and I don't intend this to be a message solely for Christians. This is simply the perspective of someone that was neck deep in the church from childhood onwards. I don't hold any grudges for that, it simply was my experience.

In conclusion: if the body is a temple let the skin be a canvas to decorate it.

[codemonki]

It has come to my attention that people actually like hearing about other peoples oc's occasionally. So im gonna be posting some images of my ocs and telling you about it! (its gonna be character specific for each one gonna do my Ace Attorney OCs, Idk about the others yet)

Starting off! Fahlin Starr, defense attorney in japanifornia.

^ her reference image.

(theres a lot under this so if you're interested lmao)

I used Joan of arc as an inspiration for how she looks, but she is a modern day knight within the courts. She attempts to take on all the damage against the defendant and reflect that evidence against the prosecution.

Here are her sprites!

She doesn't have many friends. She trusts to easily, and because of that she's shielded herself away from most people, only really giving time to her defendants (though she knows they could spurn her too, she has to take the risk). In short, she likes to protect her peace. There is one person however who's managed to get through her cold exterior! and its her long time private investigator companion, Bast Guess.

The companies of which they hailed from were close (and their mentors, closer) so they spent a lot of time working together. Fahlin swears she only requests Bast's help because it would be inconvenient to vet out a different PI, Bast knows however its because Fahlin actually things theyre friends.

Fahlin tries her best to be controlled by facts and distance herself from her emotions, but she usually fails. Though her face doesnt usually portray that fact. Shes plagued (ish) by resting bitch face.

she keeps herself organized, and doesn't stray away from networking with other attorneys. Its part of her duty to spread the word of her agency. She's also married to her work.

despite being very organized she also doesnt use calenders or daily schedules. Sometimes post-it notes but very rarely. This drives Bast mad.

I like to think that her pride can take a few dings, before she crumbles (shield motif <33)

Fun Fact!: She's a lesbian but she refuses to accept that she doesn't like men (she doesn't care if you're gay, but she cant be). She's got compulsive heteronormity up the wazoo. She had a situationship with a women named Anita Rhinum in Highschool and just... hasn't acknowledged the fact that she looks for her in every man she dates.

Her mentor was a veteran Attorney, set to retire soon named Leah Mason. She had already mentored many rookies, but Fahlin would be her last one and the only one to have stayed in the Japanifornia jurisdiction. Mason Law Agency would get renamed to Starr Law Agency, where Fahlin resides on the first floor, and the upper became home to Bast Guess's private investigation agency. (it has a name I'll remember it when I get to her).

Starr Law Agency Wait Room ^

Fahlin's Office^

Leah Mason and her husband Finn D. Clau (retired attorney and retired private detective)

Leah Mason was an almost motherly figure for Fahlin, they met when Fahlin was in college and needed an internship, so at age 19 she was taken under her wing.

This would be the first time Fahlin felt how a mother should treat their kid (even if it wasn't for long, and wasn't the same). When Leah retired she left to go travel the world, but made sure Fahlin had her number in case she ever needed help.

here is were the fun family drama begins. :))

Fahlin has her father, Basile Starr, her mother Reine Starr, and her older sister (by 1 year) Jess Starr.

Basile Starr was a very busy man who didn't have a lot of time for his kids, though if he found time he was a very kind man who did really love them. Reine Starr on the other hand had very high expectations, and made it clear that if her children wanted her time, they had to prove to her that they were worth it.

(its also important to note that by the time the kids turned 5, the marriage was becoming very loveless and Reine had begun seeing other men)

Fahlin did everything she could to make her mother proud, she worked to excel in everything she could and put effort into doing the things that she liked. Jess on the other hand, tried, failed, and decided she didnt want to appease their mother. Fahlin likes feeling as though she *earned* something, so she'd keep trying.

Growing up Fahlin did fencing and ballet with her sister, she wasnt graceful enough for dance but she did have the skill for fencing.

*this is NOT blood

Jess and Fahlin were very close when they were younger. Though they were one grade apart in school, they shared many of the same friends and hobbies.

they were each others best friend.

But things started to change when they got older, they drifted apart (Fahlin not keeping friends as easily). It all came to a head when their mother was accused of murder, and Jess was called to testify agaisnt her.

This testimony permanently severed their friendship, as Fahlin couldn't believe that their mother could kill someone. She convinced herself that Jess hated their mom so much that she would lie.

Once Fahlin turned 18 she moved out of her home in France and went to college in Japanifornia. She nothing back home worth staying for anyways.

When she met Anita in college, Anita showed her around town and introduced her to a lot of what Japanifornia had to offer. They met in an elective class then began hanging out outside of it.

I haven't draw doodles of them yet (bc Anita's a newer character)

last fun image <3

[wonderr-skyy]

Just a btw uhm- I dont really support daily-basil, specifically the ones with the asks drawn by theokusgallery or tostuer-gluteal because of proshipping and various other topics. Its a little gut-wrenching just to see their style. /info Id appreciate if you didn't reblog such so it doesn't come up on my dashboard. /nf -Anon W

Dont follow me then.

I avoid drama like the plage.

Also, super funny u'd send ME this of all people. 🤣 Someone who draws trauma art. Its in my bio lmao.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Stalking, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Obsession, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Four: The Nightmare (Conner's POV)

I woke up from a nightmare. It was the last night of the first week, and I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I climbed out of bed and looked out the window. The sun hadn’t come up yet, so I dressed. I put my shoes on in the living room. “Hey, Conner,” Cassie smiled. She sat at the counter eating a breakfast burrito. It was bigger than her head. “Want half?” I nodded and sat beside her.

She took a knife and sliced it in half. I wrapped my half in a napkin. “Goin’ out?” I asked.

“No. Couldn’t sleep… Same as you,” Cassie replied.

“Wanna walk around campus for a little bit? I was gonna walk through the garden by the dorms. It wouldn’t be like-.”

“I get you. Hey… There’s this girl in my class on masculinity, right? She’s completely insane,” Cassie interrupted with a full mouth. I tried not to giggle while she spoke. “She said I’ve got an aggression problem. That’s rich coming from a spaghetti strap-wearing army brat.”

“What’s wrong with spaghetti straps?” I asked. I didn’t care, but I figured it’d be funny to get on her nerves.

She struggled to find an explanation for her insult before shooting me a violent glare. “Shut up,” Cassie replied.

“You didn’t like Cissie when you first met her. I bet you guys will be best friends by the end of the semester,” I smiled. Cassie shook her head. “Aww, come on, Cassie. Are you scared of a little female friendship?” I squeezed her face, and she swatted my hand away.

“What could I possibly have in common with her?” Cassie snapped.

“Your major for starters… And who knows, maybe more,” I replied. I liked being sensible when she was irritated. It took everything in me not to laugh. “Wouldn’t it be funny if you guys had the same career goals? You might end up being coworkers. Or teammates.”

“Yeah, and I would sooner choke to death,” Cassie replied. I knocked on the legs of the wooden chair.

“Can’t be too safe, Cassie-pillar,” I grinned as I kissed her cheek. I loved Cassie even though I liked to give her a hard time. We were like family. “Did you wanna come with me?”

Cassie nodded as she took an abnormally large bite of her burrito. I grinned and covered my mouth with my hand. She finished eating before me and downed a glass of milk. “What’s bothering you?” Cassie asked. I pushed my glasses up with my wrist and shrugged. I didn’t know how to explain my twin to people, so I kept it a secret.

*

The sun rose while we walked to the juice bar across the street from the school. “I’ll have a white chocolate latte with a triple shot of espresso, a Blue Moon, and two orange basil smoothies,” I ordered, “Oh, and two breakfast burritos and a panini.” Cassie pinched my cheek.

“So, how long are you gonna intern at the Planet?” Cassie asked.

I chuckled. I wasn’t an intern, but I helped by bringing my parents' breakfast or lunch or helping Jimmy move camera equipment to and from the van. It gave me an excuse to check in without seeming homesick. “Not long… Just-. Maybe until-. Until my parents don’t need it anymore,” I replied. She pouted playfully, still teasing me about sticking close to home. It wasn’t malicious. It couldn’t have been… It’s not like she knew. The barista called our names after a few minutes, and Cassie helped me carry breakfast to the Daily Planet.

“I thought your mom was cutting down on coffee?” Cassie asked.

“She is. She used to get four shots of espresso,” I replied casually. Jimmy caught me first.

I handed him his smoothie, and Cassie sat the bag on the counter so I could give him his breakfast burrito. “Hey, Kiddo,” Jimmy smiled, “How’s school?”

“School’s good… Is Pop working on a story this morning?” I asked. Jimmy shook his head. “Good. I need him to proofread a paper for me. Is he in a good mood?”

“I’m in a great mood. Hi, Conner. Hi, Cassie. You’re early,” Pop smiled. I grinned at him. “Share the file with me… I’ll read it right now.”

I looked at Cassie, and she nodded. “I’ll stick around,” Cassie replied, “Your mom’s probably working on something cool.”

She followed me and my pop to the office, and I gave my mom her drink and burrito. “Morning, Mom,” I smiled.

“You kids look cute this morning. I thought you didn’t have school on Fridays,” Mom noted.

“I don’t. I wanted to see you,” I replied. Pop logged into his computer, and I pulled up a chair. He never made a big deal out of it, but I always felt self-conscious about him reading my papers. He always skimmed my essays first, then a deep read, followed by a third in-depth read, where he corrected everything I did wrong.

I hugged my knees and waited for the last part. “Conner, this is great. You need to switch the last two sources, but other than that, this is perfect,” Pop explained, “A little alphabetical disorder.” I laughed even though it was a horrible joke. Seeing Pop smile was worth it.

Mom and Cassie discussed the article in progress while I used Pop’s computer to print a physical copy of my film analysis. I finished my smoothie and sat closer to Pop than I usually would. I yawned without meaning to. “Tired, sweetie?” Mom asked. I shook my head. The stupidest lie.

I finished my smoothie and tossed it out before asking if Cassie was ready to go home. She said no, but I decided to leave on my own. There was no reason to wait because I didn’t want her to know what I planned. I walked home and took my car to Mom and Pop’s. I let myself in and went straight for my old room. I tossed my jeans on the chair, climbed into bed, and fell asleep. It was the first real night of sleep I’d gotten all week. I probably would’ve slept most of the day if I hadn’t woken up to the sound of my parents having a five-alarm freakout. “I called Bart, and he said he hasn’t seen him,” Mom half-yelled.

Pop sounded like he was crying and hyperventilating. I realized it was dumb to sneak into the house to nap, but I didn’t think they’d find out so fast. I climbed out of bed, still rubbing my eyes as I opened the door. “I wanted to take a nap,” I announced. Pop ran toward me at full speed and picked me up. I didn’t expect to feel so small in his arms. I lost my footing and held onto him for dear life, feeling painfully guilty over my little white lie. He set me down, and Mom pulled me in for a hug.

“You didn’t have to lie… This is your home,” Mom whispered, “You scared us half to death.”

“I know… I’m sorry. I just-. I haven’t slept much this past week and thought no one would worry if I went M.I.A. for a few hours,” I explained, “I’m sorry… Now, please text my friends and tell them there’s nothing to worry about.”

[istadris]

Césasterix (I know, BIG surprise right xD), Basil/Ratigan and GerFra ?

Césasterix : I am writing a multichapter fic of the slowest burn to ever happen and you Dare to ask me this?? We have been talking daily about these days for 4 years now and you still ask me my opinion of them ?? Oh, jail for Cali!! Jail for Cali for a thousand years! But more seriously, it's so weird to think how as a kid I always had a fascination for each and every one of their interactions, always hoping for more of them in new albums...and now, here we are. Me obsessed with them and always coming up with new ways in which they can snark at each other.

Basil/Ratigan : I actually have trouble finding fanworks of them that I enjoy because my way of shipping them is a very fine tightrope of "genuinely hating each other yet enjoying the challenge they provide to each other" + "furry disney characters that don't belong in very sexualised situations" + "but oh god, that scene where Ratigan goes feral and wrecks Basil apart, it makes me think of THINGS I cannot share" + "Sherlock Holmes pastiche characters so they need to act and talk like they belong in a Victorian setting".

My fave fic of them is Tricky and Wicked, Of Course , and it hit all of these points

GerFra: whenever I think of that ship, they're the most fucking domestic couple possible. Full grocery shopping at Aldi. Francis is still a drama queen but Ludwig takes it in stride while brushing his dogs because Francis is wailing about getting dog hair on the couch even if he was the one to give them kisses and snuggles. I don't read a lot about them, they're not tickling my brain the way FrUk do, but they're fun to discuss.

*

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

[jesterbracket]

daily Giacomo propaganda:

Basil Rathbone vs Danny Kaye duel

again snap in snap out of hypnosis

Angela Lansbury being both an edgy drama queen and a schoolgirl with a crush all at once

the whole point of the movie is to say court jesters can be more useful in winning a war than armed men

^

[xxl1ghtxx]

I just found i have shame anxiety

Im blaming slanderers on Pinterest and tiktok and the people involved in the daily basil drama

This shit would've not happen if dommar kept his mouth shut.

[transing-your-gender]

okay so

so far, instead of throwing his violin down the stairs sunny goes on a walk and throws it in the lake n breaks it on the rocks there

mari follows him and Hero ends up heading to the lake to clear his mind after an argument with his mother about college

sunny n mari get into their argument and Mari's dress ends up snagged on loose nails on the dock

sunny turns to leave but slips and falls into the lake.

mari's dress keeps snagging and stopping her from saving him.

hero makes it there and realizes what's happening- he dives into the lake to Dave sunny, and tries mouth-to-mouth but sunny ends up dying

hero and Mari are both panicking by now because oh god they're supposed to be the perfect children they were supposed to have a life together and sunny was supposed to be in it oh god-

hero suggests they roll sunny's body back into the lake, stash the violin under the dock, and run.

when he's found a few hours later, it's ruled a suicide

hero, however, doesn't think he's as good of a liar as he is and starts having panic attacks whenever sunny or the lake or mari is mentioned, and his parents end up disagreeing on how to deal with his panic attacks to the point where they divorce.

Hero stays with his mom. his panic attacks have gotten worse, and she isn't particularly helping. he's still faraway's golden boy, but the townspeople aren't as... gentle, anymore. they don't mind talking about him where be can hear them. he's doing well in college, but he's lonely. it doesn't help that kel took his camcorder.

kel goes with his dad, and becomes more closed off. angrier. he doesn't have many friends anymore, since him and aubrey's fighting has gotten worse. he's still an athlete and can be found playing basketball at the park, but he refuses to return his brother's old camcorder with all their memories on it.

Aubrey and Basil get closer, even as basil retreats further and further in on himself. Aubrey visits him daily, reminding him to eat and take care of himself for a year. basil's gotten better, but he's still pretty closed off, mostly staying inside.

Aubrey has focused on healing. She gets closer with basil, she makes new friends, and she gets a girlfriend on the baseball team with her- Kim. she's mellowed out, and is the person who knocks on Mari's door.

mari is still perfect. every night, she practices piano until her finger cramp , and her online classes are doing great. the house is spotless. and she leaves for college again in a few days. even if she's a bit more blunt than before, she's still the same mari

but in her dreams, she's Kodo. she's living put the high school drama and romance she never got to have, but it all spirals when her boyfriend Hero goes missing

I'm still working out the headspace but I KNOW it's gonna be school themed

and headspace Mari is called kodo because in Japanese it means "heartbeat" AND its part of the Japanese word for solitary, Kodokuna :)))) I'm having so much fun making this

does anyone wanna hear about the omori au I'm making

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake. 

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful. 

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much. 

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps. 

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok. 

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

💀

Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce. 

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way. 

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

[kcrabb88]

Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed! 

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It:  When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!) 

Saving Face:  A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight:  A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol:  An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary):  A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding:  As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!) 

TV Shows 

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education:  A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!) 

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack:  A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence  that will make you gay just by watching!) 

Tales of the City (2019):  A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!) 

The Haunting of Bly Manor:  After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman:  Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original. 

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston:  For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer! 

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters:  Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!) 

[ultimatemusicians]

♪     ———    𝟏𝟎   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒   !

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

name: ibuki mioda

age: 22, arc dependent

your favorite picture of your muse’s fc: ....one??? 😭 ok but more: x x x x x x

𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

what would be their twitter name? what sorts of tweets would they tweet?

shitposts the house, live tweeting, and a sewl of retweets. tweets promoting her music and upcoming gigs. u know that twitter feature where you can post audios? yeah. other examples: x x x x x her handle is prob something unhinged like:

@frankieroseyelashes @sludgebatarang @sickestbeatz @maggotmonarch (slipknot reference) @punkerella @hopesruptureeardrums @ibukimiodrums @iommistips 

what’s their favorite genre of movies? of music?

horror is their favorite film genre. though i would say she also is a big fan of fantasy films, which falls in line with her favorite ( cool sidenote, in sdr2 when hajime gives her a folk music album titled “desperation,” by someone; who’s name might be a reference to a super obsecure goth band named deshabillz  , it’s labeled as a gift she loves ) genre of music— heavy metal. i expand on the music part of this more in this post. on the subject of fantasy films, it can be anything from high fantasy stuff like lord of the rings or hogfather, all the way to sci-fi-esque titles i.e., inception, and comic movies.

what’s on their top queue on netflix? 

she likes to indulge in a little interview with a vampire and romance dramas from time to time but probably documentaries. they could be on anything from conspiracies of the deep state, to the new dio documentary. she’s much more fond of youtube since it has a larger breadth and allows for her to spend hours on end on random stuff. plus youtube has asmr and the latest game walkthroughs. 

what’s their favorite scent? do they smell like that?

grapefruit comes to mind immediately. she likes the smell of random things too like, the smell of a garage or drywall. florals aren’t her cup of tea, preferring woodsy scents like sandalwood or balsam. ibuki herself would probably smell whatever shampoo or conditioner she happened to using on wash days. eucalyptus, green tea, aloe. during the rest of the week it’s tied to her body wash, naturally— which probably falls more along the lines of things like a lemon-basil sent or the ogs that is coconut+lemon and cucumber+melon.

apple or android? 

tough because androids have the sidekick phones, which ibuki LOVES.... but, apple because iphones have garage band.

favorite season? least favorite season?

ibuki’s favorite is autumn. she loves the sound of rain pattering on the windowpane, stomping in puddles on the street, the sound of chimes rattling in the wind. it’s when she gets to break out all the layers, cardigans with spikes, stockings galore. not to mention halloween. spring is usually when she gets allergies because of all the blooming flowers. though, she does appreciate the additional hours of sunlight.

are they a bottom or top or versatile?

verse, though leans towards top. it’s not really a priority for ibuki so she doesn’t really favor either-or.

describe their morning routine. do they wake up early or sleep in? do they press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up?

never remembers where she’s left her keys which results in a daily scavenger hunt of her own living space. breakfast either consists of some sugary cereal like frosted flakes, cinnamon toast crunch, or lucky charms. she prefers to stay up and sleep in but she doesn’t snooze alarms. more of a reluctant arm that slaps her phone to shut off immigrant song blasting from her phone’s speakers. music is obv playing from somewhere in her house. 

if they were to be compared to a canon character, who would that be?

you know, i’ve said it before but i think ibuki and kokichi are a lot alike—at least,  in the way i see them. kokichi is a lie that is enacted to rebuff. imo he’s very much so that sort of teen angst trope of building up walls so no one can get in and see the Real™️ him. ibuki is similar except the objective of the opposite. now, maybe not very much so on the surface level but that’s the point. while under the influence of the despair disease, ibuki is reduced to being fatally compliant, revealing a persona that was very much the personality she had at shiba academy. kokicihi is aware of the power within a person’s vulnerabilities and he weaponizes that against everyone for better or worse.

finish this sentence, muse: what would ___ do?

candidates probably include: mikey+gerard way, bowie, bono. for the most part, ibuki is just too impulsive tbh. though if a situation requires a delicate type of approach, “what would peko do?”

tagged by: @from-across-the-stars​ thank you sm! 💗💓

tagging: @his-hollow-victory​ @gosutm @falsejustice​ @artcentric @crownlcsking​ @alltalented​​ and you 🤗​

[writingbasil]

introductions

hello there! i’m basil, your friendly neighborhood fantasy nerd!

i’m a queer writer and artist, and this is my attempt to shout at the universe and see if the universe responds. in other words, i will be throwing words and character scribbles into the void and then running away.

writing things:

- i write fantasy! mostly queer fantasy! occasionally i pretend to write science fiction, but it inevitably turns back into fantasy because science fiction tends to require science, which i’ve gotten into a very nice habit of avoiding

- i write a LOT! probably not good for my grades but definitely good for my happiness, and happiness > grades

- i draw a LOT! usually my characters! sometimes other people’s characters! if you want me to draw your character i will be very flattered and maybe even do it someday

- i’ve done (and won) nanowrimo twice! along with @writer-bird i won on the first day this year! apparently it broke me because my daily average word count is now near 5000

- i’m jigamaree on the nanowrimo site if you want to stalk me and/or be my pal!

things i am writing:

deep breath

the flame sequence: a girl named fern gets transported to another world, where magical shenanigans happen and two angry people try to tear the universe apart. it’s a trilogy and maybe someday i’ll actually finish the last book.

sky cities: a girl named katrin wakes up in a city floating in the air with no memories. a boy called the inquisitor thinks she is a superhero reincarnate. katrin does not agree with this analysis. 

the queen’s trial: a kingdom attempts to choose a wife for the crown prince by putting on a complicated game show-style competition. there is queer romance and drama and trauma.

night patrol: two sides of a magical island hate each other. one side, the innins, have been in control of the island for generations. the other side, the efryas, do not like that at all. this causes some problems.

necromancy: a boy named kit dies. this is a problem because he does not want to be dead. he therefore decides to come back to life. unfortunately, to do so, he needs to track down his murderer and kill him to take his place. many people do not like this plan.

correspondence: a very silly plotless for-fun wip about fake college tennis rivalries and magical keys and spraypaint on bridges.

mm: my top-secret wip for april nano!

other cool people: 

@writes-about-gays-and-dragons​ and @rangerlexi-writes​ and @writer-bird and @maybeawhumpblog and @writehanded <3<3 i’m really just copying all of them, don’t tell anyone

[lvsamine]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Lusamine Aether PRONUNCIATION: Loo-suh-meen Ay-ther MEANING: Derived from ‘balsamine’ plant REASONING: ?? NICKNAME(S): Lusa, Lusy, Madam Prez PREFERRED NAME(S): Lusamine BIRTH DATE: May 28th AGE: 44 ZODIAC: Gemini GENDER: Cis Female PRONOUNS: She/Her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual NATIONALITY: Kalosian ETHNICITY: White CURRENT LOCATION: Aether Paradise, Alola LIVING CONDITIONS: Great?? TITLE(S): Aether President

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Lumiose City, Kalos HOMETOWN: Lumiose City, Kalos SOCIAL CLASS: She’s In The 1% Babey. EDUCATION LEVEL: Obtained GED. FATHER: Basile Aether MOTHER: Manette Aether (Deceased) SIBLING(S): Cynthia (half-sister) (@/hclloffcme) BIRTH ORDER: Lusamine > Cynthia CHILDREN: Gladion, Lillie PET(S): Clefable, Lilligant, Mismagius, Milotic, Bewear OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: N/A PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Unnamed fiance, Mohn ARRESTS?: No, should have been though. PRISON TIME?: No.

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Aether’s reservation center. SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Stock investments. TERTIARY SOURCE(S) OF INCOME: N/A APPROXIMATE AMOUNT PER YEAR: You Know. CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Supposedly PAST JOB(S): N/A SPENDING HABITS: Doesn’t spend much, but can be impulsive when she sees something she wants. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Family photo of her, Mohn, and the kids.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: Very weak. OFFENSE: Poor, unless she uses her heels or teeth. DEFENSE: Also poor! She’s fragile!! SPEED: Walks fast, that’s about it. INTELLIGENCE: Very knowledgeable about Pokemon and manipulation tactics :) ACCURACY: Pretty good, if she’s aiming for you, she’ll probably hit you. AGILITY: Good in small bursts STAMINA: Low in most situations... high in sexual situations TEAMWORK: Doesn’t like it, but can do it. TALENTS: ...Being mean? SHORTCOMINGS: VERY short tempered, quick to go on the offensive, prone to total meltdowns if things go badly. LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, French DRIVE?: Nope! JUMP-STAR A CAR?: Absolutely not. CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: She wouldn’t even try. RIDE A BICYCLE?: Also no. SWIM?: Yes! Doesn’t do it as often as she’d like. PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Nnnnope. PLAY CHESS?: yes, she loves chess. BRAID HAIR?: yep! TIE A TIE?: Sure can. PICK A LOCK?: LOL NO.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: ...Lusamine. EYE COLOR: Green HAIR COLOR: Blonde HAIR TYPE/STYLE: A long, geometric nightmare with a pointless ponytail. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: No, but she might need them sometime soon. DOMINANT HAND: Right handed. HEIGHT: 5′9 / 152cm WEIGHT: 120lbs / 54kg BUILD: Ruler-shaped, I guess? EXERCISE HABITS: Stretches in the morning, takes daily walks. SKIN TONE: Pale white. TATTOOS: Never, god. PEIRCINGS: Earrings, though she doesn’t wear them often. MARKS/SCARS: HUGE tendril scars from Nihilego all over her torso and back. NOTABLE FEATURES: The Scars Probably. USUAL EXPRESSION: Neutral positive or completely drained. CLOTHING STYLE: White and brown clothing, usually with leggings and long sleeves. JEWELRY: Earrings and necklaces sometimes, Big Fuckin Chest Gem. What is that. ALLERGIES: None. BODY TEMPERATURE: ...97 F? DIET: Coffee and protein bars, with the occasional salad. PHYSICAL AILMENTS: Permanent atrial fibrillation, fibromyalgia, functional dyspepsia.

PSYCHOLOGY

JUNG TYPE: ESTJ JUNG SUBTYPE: ?? ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 3 (The Achiever) MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Choleric ELEMENT: Fire PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Linguistic-Verbal APPROXIMATE IQ: bro iq is fake I’m not figuring it out LMAO. MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Borderline Personality Disorder SOCIABILITY: Very sociable on most days. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Never Heard of Her OBSESSION(S): Love, perfection, the past... COMPULSION(S): Digs nails into hands? PHOBIA(S): Abandonment and jellyfish. ADDICTION(S): :) DRUG USE: :^) ALCOHOL USE: yes, frequent (against doctor’s orders) PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Not generally, but has been violent in the past.

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Generally elegant and thought out. ACCENT: Alolan, slips into Kalosian when upset. QUIRKS: Drifts off in sentences when thinking? HOBBIES: Chess and various puzzle games. Not much free time. HABITS: Drinks, takes lots of baths, eats a protein bar and coffee every morning at least. NERVOUS TICKS: Avoids eye contact, gets defensive, raises voice. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Helping Pokemon and That’s It. FEARS: Isn’t this phobias again. Anyway. Abandonment and jellyfish. POSITIVE TRAITS: Confident, caring to Pokemon, intelligent, good leader. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Fucking everything else LMAO. Short tempered, impulsive, manipulative, has a horrible victim complex... SENSE OF HUMOR: Non-existent. What’s a joke. DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: VERY rarely, only using ‘damn’ and ‘hell’ when angry. CATCHPHRASE(S): Does she have one? I don’t know.

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: not to be nsfw on main but- ANIMAL: Nihilego Clefable or Bewear. BEVERAGE: Vodka. Bonus points if it’s a citrus drink. BOOK: Doesn’t have one, can’t remember the last time she read for pleasure. CELEBRITY: Well. She’s clearly interested in Lysandre. Otherwise she doesn’t care for celebrities.. COLOR: Mantis green. DESIGNER: Elesa...? She doesn’t have much interest in fashion. FOOD: Water chestnuts. FLOWER: Azaleas! GEM: Polished chrysoprase, maybe? HOLIDAY: no. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Being chauffeured is easiest. MOVIE: Probably something Notebook-adjacent. MUSICAL ARTIST: ...Bach? She likes classical music. QUOTE/SAYING: ““You’re beautiful,” Replied the fly, to the spider.” SCENERY: Green grass, lots of flowers in a garden, early morning sunrise. SCENT: Mohn’s old cologne. SPORT: Literally Who Cares. SPORTS TEAM: Certainly not Lusamine. TELEVISION SHOW: Nothing specific, but she likes dramas and crime shows. WEATHER: Sunny, around 70F. VACATION DESTINATION: She likes Johto.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: ...Seeing Mohn again? Making a difference for Pokemon? GREATEST FEAR: Dying completely and totally alone. MOST AT EASE WHEN: Spending time with a partner. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: Discussing Mohn or Ultra Space. WORST POSSIBLE THING THAT COULD HAPPEN: Being abandoned by someone she trusts when she needs them most. BIGGEST ACHIEVEMENT: Creating the largest reservation center in the world. BIGGEST REGRET: Allowing research on Ultra Beasts in the first place. Maybe Mohn would still be here. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: Being mocked for Ultra Space wasn’t exactly embarrassing but it was extremely shame-inducing and lowkey traumatizing. BIGGEST SECRET: To people that don’t know about it already, what she did in her past, and how deep that goes. TOP PRIORITIES: Helping and loving Pokemon.

[senryuju]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks/Buggy, Roronoa Zoro/Vinsmoke Sanji, Usopp/Vinsmoke Sanji, Nami/Nefertari Vivi, Nami/Usopp (One Piece), Franky/Nico Robin, Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law, Fushichou Marco | Phoenix Marco/Portgas D. Ace, Basil Hawkins/Usopp Characters: Akagami no Shanks | Red-Haired Shanks, Buggy (One Piece), Alvida (One Piece), Boa Hancock, Dracule Mihawk, Donquixote Doflamingo, Crocodile (One Piece), Jinbei (One Piece), Shirohige | Whitebeard | Edward Newgate, Charlotte "Big Mom" Linlin, Kaido (One Piece), Kurohige | Blackbeard | Marshall D. Teach, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates, Eustass Kid, Killer (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, ASL Trio (One Piece) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teachers, High School, Idiots in Love, Attempt at Humor, Slow Burn, Fluff and Humor, Like this is going to be so long, The slowburn will almost kill you, jumps around different povs, Friends to Lovers, Drama & Romance Summary:

Teachers or students, this thing called love is in the air and it doesn't care.

Let's divulge the daily lives of the high school teachers and their quite problematic students.

(Some ships get introduced later on)