#please someone save basil

[lilithsaga]

After defeating Sweetheart, we briefly discover a lost library and notice it reflects Sunny's real world a bit too well. More lore to uncover!

Basil, I'm worried about you. 🌱😟

[passerinesoncaffeine]

GOD. I AM OBSESSED WITH HIM.

[its-teeem]

God, Dorian looks so dramatic, it's perfect.

dorian gray art dump

more under the cut for your enjoyment

[rosesanddecay]

Oscar Isaac Characters Finding You Dead

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Anselm Vogelweide, Llewyn Davis, Abel Morales x gn!reader

Sorry if anyone is ooc!

CW: death, murder, suicide, blood/gore, break-in, various wounds, torture, etc. + pet names, untranslated Spanish, so on.

Notice! Not all of these scenarios are romantically founded, the reader is just someone who knew the character/was close with them.

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it���s not written the best.

Not proof read or heavily edited

Miguel O’Hara - Villain Attack

There was never a doubt in Miguel’s mind, he knew that one day he’d have to save you. But not like this…

A Green Goblin anomaly had appeared and started bombing Nueva York.

You’d think with all the Spider People so close by, there’d be no casualties. But being so focused on protecting other universes, he almost neglected his own.

The moment Miguel was aware of the anomaly, he and many other Spiders rushed in to help protect the city.

The damage was already extreme, with two buildings nearly demolished.

Spiders spread across the scene, saving and moving the bystanders as Miguel focused on the alternate Goblin.

After capturing the terrorizer, Miguel started barking orders to everyone, wanting everything cleared up asap.

He was heading back to base as the spiders cleared the rubble.

“Oh god- MIGUEL!” One of the Spiders cried out as they tried to lift a large blanket of concrete up. The urgency in their voice quickly set Miguel off.

Miguel rushed over, his heart dropping seeing your dust covered body.

How long had you been under there? Why didn’t anyone sense you sooner? Miguel’s mind raced with panic.

With his sheer strength, he threw the debris away from your body and checked your vitals, his eyes focused on your face the entire time.

Open your eyes… please… mi amor…

When didn’t feel a heartbeat, he went to start cpr, but realized your ribs were broken. The broken bones had stabbed your vital organs, he couldn’t save you, it would’ve only caused more damage.

Miguel didn’t even realize he was crying until he saw his tears hit your face, muddling the dust covering your skin.

It wasn’t often he cried, hell, it took a good few minutes for him to start crying over Gabriella’s death. But after another loss, he couldn’t hold in the pain he was already barely containing.

His arms cradled your broken body with the most care possible. It didn’t matter that you were gone, you were his, the person he swore to protect.

I failed again…

Sobs ruptured through the bombing site. The boss who everyone saw as intimidating and cold, was now hunched over, sobbing over your limp body.

I failed.

I failed.

I failed…

Moon Knight System - Steven / Marc / Jake - Break-in and Murder

Steven, once again, had a late night of work at the gift shop. He was exhausted when he came home, but was more than happy to be back home after stocking shelves for hours.

He was almost tempted to let Marc or Jake front instead, but Steven wanted to see you before Jake took off to do Konshu’s bidding later in the night.

“Love, I'm back!” He says, keeping up his cheerfulness. It had been a long day, he just wants to see you.

Looking around the house, Steven felt confused. You normally rushed to meet him, to welcome him back.

Where were you?

Walking into the bedroom, Steven saw your form under the blankets.

“Love? Are you not feeling well?” He asked quietly, worried he might wake you.

You looked at peace, your hair tousled as it lays on the pillow. Your skin was a bit pale, but Steven smiled softly, assuming you were just tired, he knew he sure was.

His hand fell on your covered stomach as he sat beside you. But a warmth quickly spread over where he had applied pressure to the blanket.

Looking over, Steven nearly had a heart attack. His hand was tacky from blood that now soaked the thick comforter that’s covering you.

With fear rushing through his veins, he ripped off the covers to reveal the stab wounds littered across your torso.

A scream ripped through his chest as he quickly tried to see if you were still alive. His heart dropped when he felt your cold skin and lack of a heart beat.

Despite Jake and Marc trying to desperately front, Steven wouldn’t let them or listen to their pleads.

Instead, he grabbed your body and sobbed. His hand clasped yours, wishing yours would squeeze his, that you’d wake up and kiss his worries away.

No, no, no— what happened— love… oh god…

It took a good while for Steven to let one of the others front, but Marc took over when he got the chance.

Both had been confined to the mirrors in the bedroom, wishing they could hold you like Steven had. Instead, for over an hour, they were stuck in the mirrors, cursed to grieve from a distance.

Steven faded back into the subconscious, too drained to watch Marc from the mirror.

Jake, on the other hand, took a step back into the subconscious because he had his own plans.

Marc didn’t sob as much as Steven did, but his pain was just as bad.

He had lost so much in life, he was almost confused on how to express his grief for you.

His fingers run along your face, tracing every detail he loves so much. Marc wished you would open your eyes, but your body was long since cold.

Marc wished he complimented you more. Sure, he praised you often, but did you know how much he loved you?

His heart ached with guilt. Marc wanted to make you blush once more from his compliments and soft kisses.

He didn’t know who did this. But he would. They’d find out who did this.

They all would get justice for you.

By Konshu’s word, he swore they would.

It was Marc who called the police and watched as you were dragged away to the hospital morgue.

It was Marc who watched the security footage that showed your killer breaking into the apartment and leaving an hour later.

It was Marc who found out the explicit details that came with your murder.

Marc was the one who told Steven and Jake the details.

This shouldn’t have ever happened… but now we know. What do we do next?

Jake was the protector, or so he’s supposed to be.

Standing over your body in the freezing morgue, Jake stared at your expressionless face.

He could remember the last time you two had a date night. The night was warm as he drove the two of you around town. He could remember the beautifully warm smile that broke across your face as the date came to a close.

Jake would do anything to see that smile again.

The others had already fronted to say their final goodbyes, Jake wanted to be the last one. He wanted to talk to you one last time.

“We found out who did this, amor.” He whispered, trying to contain his wavering voice.

“They won’t get away with this…” His lips brushed your forehead.

”I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” His tears finally fell down as he reluctantly pulled away.

As he left the hospital, Jake dawned the suit and slipped into the night, ready to enact revenge for you.

Your murderer will regret ever laying a finger on you…

Basil Stitt - Suicide

Basil hadn’t seen you in a while. Yes, part of it was because he had locked himself in his apartment, but he also just hadn’t seen you pass by his door.

He always had his eye to the peephole when you should be leaving or getting home from work.

Is that weird? Of course, but it made him feel less alone. He wanted to talk to you, but his scars contained him to his room.

Where were you? He wondered after spending an entire day looking out into the hallway.

Basil’s heart dropped when he saw movers taking garbage bags out of your apartment.

What are they doing to your things?

Despite his fear, Basil dawned his paper bag and poked his head out.

“What are you guys doing?” Basil questioned nervously.

“There was a suicide. The family wanted us to collect the person’s belongings.” The confused and hesitant workers answered.

Basil slammed his door and collapsed to the ground instantly. The paper bag tumbling to the floor as he clutched and pulled his hair.

His body trembled with grief and hatred as tears pooled on the floor.

He never was good at reacting to bad information, but this was worse.

Why did you leave him too? What did he do wrong?

First it was his face, then his job, then his family and girlfriend, but now you too?

His tears turned to screams and Basil went on a destructive rampage in his apartment, the agony overwhelming him.

He blamed himself for your death, despite barely knowing anything about it.

Maybe if he hadn’t gone into hiding, you would’ve lived. Maybe you two could’ve been lonely together.

But he was also angry.

How could you leave him after everything that happened to him? When he needed you the most?

You didn’t know though. How could you? Your neighbor, the only person you saw everyday, had disappeared for weeks without a word.

Basil knew that, but nothing could stop the emotions flooding and pouring out of him.

Why did you leave me? Why? Why?! Why?!?

Blue Jones - Murdered by a Client

Working for Blue always had its risks, and everyone knew that, including him.

But Blue didn’t expect this.

You had been bought out for the night by a rich newcomer. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

Blue gave them permission to use you as you saw fit. As long as the merchandise didn’t get damaged, anything went.

Blue stood over your strangled body, his face neutral and flat.

Your glossed over eyes stared back at him, lips hung open loosely.

He didn’t expect his toy to be destroyed, let alone strangled to death.

Your costume was still on, but your makeup was out of place. Blue’s doll was a beautiful, broken mess.

Blue exhaled a puff of smoke as he turned to the killer, the man a sobbing mess.

“I didn’t mean to- they wouldn’t listen to me- please let me go, I’ll compensate you-“ He tried to ramble out, shutting up when the barrel of Blue’s gun pressed against his forehead.

The shot rang through the entire building. The girls and clients quickly rushed out of the other rooms to see what happened.

Screams and tears broke out from the girls as Blue pushed past everyone going to his office.

But it was once he was alone that Blue had the chance to process what happened.

Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw your dead ones. It hurt seeing something he owned in such a state.

Only one tear falls down his cheek as he reviews the footage of what happened. He always kept cameras in the rooms, it was a security measure, but he didn’t think he’d actually ever watch the footage for something like this.

Blue already knew the man was lying about why he killed you, but it hurt to watch you get choked and beg to be let go of.

The man was just angry, he only wanted to kill. You had done nothing wrong. Which made Blue mad.

He leaned back in his seat as the hot, silent tears fell down his cheeks, hidden by the cigar smoke flooding the front of his face.

Blue decided that, from the forward, he was going to be far more strict with who could touch his toys…

My poor bunny…

Poe Dameron - Spaceship Crash

You and Poe had agreed to stay safe, to meet one another after the fight concluded.

Together, you were going to celebrate the victory.

Poe knew you were an intelligent flier, that you were going to do great things for the universe.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that everything went well, until he joined the celebrations…

Everyone was celebrating over the successful stop to the First Order. But as Poe searched the crowds, he realized you were missing.

Fearing the worst, he darted to the medical tents, desperately looking for you. His fears were met when he saw your barely breathing body.

Poe fell to his knees besides the cot you rested on, analyzing the damage you had taken.

He called out your name, to no response.

“Their ship was shot and crashed. There were some malfunctions and the safety’s didn’t trigger. They don’t have much longer, there’s nothing we can do on such short notice.” A nurse sadly explained.

“So you're just leaving them to die out!?” Poe exclaimed in horror, his tears falling fast and hard.

Despite wanting to reprimand the nurse, he knew it would do nothing. Instead, he held your hand to his lips as he watched you until your final breath.

In your final moments, Poe had been whispering soft and loving words to you, hoping you could hear him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, that any of this happened. You deserve the world, the galaxy. You helped save us. You’re a hero… you’re my galaxy…”

Poe couldn’t stop crying, and he could barely hear himself over the cheering outside.

He should’ve been celebrating with you, this shouldn’t have happened.

No one knew where Poe had gone, and hours later, Finn had to pull Poe away from your body.

Despite all reluctance, Poe eventually left your side for the night, but he didn’t stop mourning you.

That night, he spent his time in your room holding your belongings close, not wanting to lose the last bits of you he does have.

My galaxy, I’m so so sorry…

Nathan Bateman - Killed by a Prototype

You had been one of the few people Nathan trusted enough to come around the house.

Not that he ever let you go downstairs, no.

He didn’t need you to.

When first developing Ava and her predecessors, he had chosen to try and study a real person. Not through the cameras like he did later on, no.

He thought it’d be better to model the AI after someone he liked.

But he was wrong. One of the few times he had let his emotions make his decision, and it was the worst one.

While trying to work out the kinks of the AI, it had escaped. It had knocked him unconscious for long enough that it made its way upstairs.

The girl stared at you in horror as you stood in the kitchen, knife in hand from making dinner.

You looked just as shocked to see a nude woman coming up from the basement, wires hanging from her broken arm.

She even looked oddly similar to you.

Before you could even react, she tackled you, the knife going flying.

Nathan, having heard the crash, awoke and ran upstairs.

He came up from behind and broke the AI’s skull, the body falling on top of you.

“For fucks sake. That was awf…” he trailed off once he shoved the AI’s body to the side and saw you.

Nathan didn’t know how to react seeing your bleeding body, knife sticking out from where your heart is.

There was no hospital nearby, and with how glassy your eyes looked, he knew you were doomed.

Silently, Nathan sat back on his knees and feet, just staring down at your lifeless body.

He wasn’t an emotional person, but he didn’t like how he felt at that moment.

His eyes searched yours before shifting to the dead AI woman, his creation, your killer.

Nathan’s fists reacted quicker than his brain had, and before he knew it, his hands were bloody from breaking the AI down to nothing but shards.

His feet moved to the bar, and before he knew it, he had drunk a full bottle of vodka.

His knuckles, caked in dried blood, chucked the bottle at the wall. The shatters go flying, some even hitting you…

Nathan stood over your body, once again, staring down at you. His expression unclear.

After your death, Nathan was far more careful. Adding keycards to open doors, not just simple locks.

He even kept the prototypes locked up no matter what.

And who knows, maybe your death is what got him to start drinking so much…

How idiotic…

Duke Leto Atreides - Poisoning

Leto knew the dangers of loving you, yet he still did it.

He always made his love clear, practically worshiping you in private.

Leto would risk his life and title as Duke just to care for you for forever.

He wanted to propose eventually.

But your life was taken long before he had the chance.

The Duke looked down at your slumped body, your poisoned drink spilt from where your head had fallen.

In that moment, Leto regretted never marrying you.

He loved you, but in theory, it was better to stay unmarried, open to alliances with the other Great Houses.

But this wasn’t worth it.

Your life wasn’t worth it.

Leto had to keep his composure in front of his men, but in the comfort of his room, he cried. He weeped.

His sobs shook his body as remorse and grief overwhelmed his senses.

Seeing your body in such a way, it shook him to the core.

Sure, he had experienced death before, but this was different.

He loved you, and he saw where you died, he saw you dead.

Choked sobs escaped his lips as he recounted all the moments you two shared.

He wished he could’ve kept you safe, stopped you from drinking the poison.

You were in the House of Atreides, you should have been safe.

That’s what ate at him. That you died where he swore you were protected.

You died under his care.

Why you were killed, he wasn’t sure. But he swore to find out, to avenge you.

If nothing else, he’d make sure to get you justice.

He loved you, and he messed up never marrying you.

I wish I had made you mine, my dear…

Prince John - Assassination

John, the prideful idiot, should’ve never put a bounty on Robin Hood’s head.

It only made his reputation worse.

John should’ve lowered the taxes, but he didn’t.

And now all the citizens hate him, rightfully so.

But John always had you to go back to, you to love and receive love back.

You tried to reason with John, to show him he was being unreasonable and bleeding his kingdom dry.

Yet he never listened, and he now knows the danger of not listening to the advice he gets.

You had just been going about your business, crossing through the towns when you were attacked.

What was supposed to be a simple robbery, turned to an assassination. One of Robin’s troupe mates had gone rogue; they wanted to send Prince John a message.

The message was received.

John had gotten word of what happened.

He found out about how you begged for your life.

How you cried before your body was abandoned on a wooded path.

It made him angry. It made John furious.

You didn’t deserve this. You advocated for the citizens, yet you were the one killed.

John had destroyed everything in sight upon hearing of your murder.

His guards and mother had barely been able to calm him down. But once he had come down from the rage, John broke out into sobs.

He was barely consolable, all he wanted was to fall into your arms and be comforted by you.

Just one more time, John wanted to feel you caress his scalp as you reassured your love for him.

He couldn’t believe he lost you, the only person who loved him.

In spite and pure hatred, John raised the bounty on Robin Hood and his gaggle of followers.

John wanted them alive so he could execute them on your behalf, but he’d take their dead bodies as well.

As long as they were dead, he would be content.

Robin Hood… you’ll regret this… hurting my beloved…

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Car Accident

Santi had been through so much in life, and it made him extremely overprotective of those he loved.

He always was worried and tried to protect you.

He didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, especially in the dangerous world we live in.

So why did the world still take you from him?

Santi didn’t know how to react when he got the call from the hospital.

He initially had ignored the call, thinking it was a reminder to set up an appointment or something. But when they called again a few minutes after, the blood in his face drained.

“… died… car crash…” those were the only words his brain registered the operator saying.

His heart broke into a million pieces and he felt like he was hyperventilating.

You died..? How could you die in a crash? After everything tried to do to protect you?

The call had ended and Santi sat hunched over, crying into the palms of his hands. His breathing was erratic and uncontrollable.

If he had picked up the first time, maybe he could have made it to the hospital. Maybe he could’ve said goodbye. At least, that’s what he thought.

“I’m so sorry- oh god, no…” He murmured over and over, desperately wishing it wasn’t true.

He almost wished he was at the crash, that way he could’ve seen you one last time. But now, he’s stuck waiting for the morgue to call, waiting to confirm that it’s your body on the table.

Santi’s sobs only stopped when he passed out from exhaustion.

Why did this happen to you? Why you…

Anselm Vogelweide - Shot on Accident

Anselm was known for his erratic and random behavior. That included when he’d change his mind on a whim.

Despite his absurd actions, you cared for him, as he did you.

Anselm always kept you nearby, and everyone knew that. Even people just passing through his office knew that.

He treated you differently, he treated you better than most of his other employees.

Where he’d change his mind as he saw fit with his clients, he was very firm with his decisions regarding you.

And it didn’t go unnoticed.

So when Anselm decided to raise the price out of the blue on a client, the client was pissed.

It wasn’t unexpected that a gun was going to be pulled, but the gunshot that rang out- that was a surprise.

His men had already detained the perpetrator before Anselm realized that you’d been shot.

Your hands clutched at your bleeding heart, and your eyes quickly fell shut, your body following suit.

Disregarding his squeaking leg brace, Anselm dove to collect your body in his arms.

His eyes were wide with horror and disbelief at the sight of you dying in his arms.

The world was practically silent for him as he watched you breath your last breath.

Anselm sat there for a moment, pulling your body close to his chest in an attempt to preserve your warmth. He felt an ache in his chest when you gave no response, your body limp and spilling blood.

Anselm didn’t give himself the time to mourn or cry, instead he went cold, his heart stilling for a moment as his attention turned to the shooter.

Looking through the fogged glass lens, Anselm ordered to have your killer chained up in the basement as he carried your body to another room.

For months after your death, Anselm tortured the person who killed you.

The basement became a crime scene of horrific activities. Teeth and nail pulling, breaking bones, slicing skin, it was all incomparable to what Anselm felt the murderer deserved.

They killed his dear dove. This was the least he could do.

His disappointment was immeasurable when he found the murderer dead one morning, Anselm felt far from done torturing them.

The body was disposed of swiftly, and afterwards, Anselm visited the extravagant grave he made special for you.

It was only then, after everything, that he let himself cry over your passing.

My dove…

Llewyn Davis - Suicide

Llewyn was your friend, and the two of you always helped one another out.

He needed a couch to sleep on, you were open. You needed a drinking buddy, he was there.

You both couldn’t offer much monetarily, both just trudging through life and old habits.

But you always left the window unlocked, just for him.

Llewyn hadn’t heard from you in a while, and it had just so happened, he needed a place to stay and was in the area.

Throwing open the fire escape window, he hopped through, entering your apartment.

He called your name as he wandered around, confused where you could be so late in the day.

Yet, when he arrived at the bathroom door he paused, knocking before entering.

He instantly wished he never opened the door.

In the tub, surrounded by bloodied water, he saw you. Your face was towards the window, like you were watching the sky before you died.

The sight made him nearly hurl, but the tears made it out first.

What have you done…

Just when Llewyn thought his life couldn’t get worse, you decided to leave him just like Mike did…

Of course, he knew it wasn’t actually a choice to go against him, but it still felt like he was part of why you took your life.

And that broke his heart.

If he had just visited you or bummed at your place more often, would you still have gone through with it?

He called the police after a bit of a breakdown, and a few days later, he was alerted that your only goodbye was a note scrawled with “I’m sorry.”

Maybe the note was for him, but boy, he wished there was more.

A simple “fuck you Llewyn” would’ve been better than this…

You had always asked him to play a song, but he alway said no. He always said he was too tired, that music was his work, not something he wanted to do all the time.

You never pushed him to play for you, not like other people did. So, he never played for you.

But now, in front of your grave, Llewyn played his heart out to you. His tears bouncing off his guitar, onto the frozen ground where you’d been buried.

‘If I had wings, like Norah’s dove,

I’d fly up the river to the one I love…’

Abel Morales - Accidentally Killed During Work

Abel knew the dangers of letting his employees continue their oil deliveries and solo inspections.

So many of his employees had already been attacked, yet he still took the risk.

He just didn’t expect the attacks to get worse.

Sure, some had been threatened with a gun, hell, one was kidnapped and beaten.

But this was the first time someone actually died…

Upon hearing about your death, Abel stopped in his tracks and demanded to know what happened.

He felt like his life was falling apart the moment his wife explained what happened.

After so many troubles and hoops he’s had to go through for his company, he didn’t think he’d be losing one of his best employees as well.

You were doing a simple house call and sales pitch.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

If he had known your colleague wasn’t feeling well, he wouldn’t have sent you out to the call at all.

He never would’ve guessed you’d decide to go alone…

Abel felt guilty over your death. You died because the competition was trying to send a message, or at least that’s what he assumed.

Abel held his head high as he found out about the circumstances of your death.

Apparently, the murderers were only meant to rough you up a bit and dump you just outside city limits, in a particularly snowy area.

But as you tried to run away, one of the goons tried to shoot a warning shot to get you to stop.

The bullet hit you in the Achilles tendon.

You collapsed into the dense snow instantly, crying out in pain.

In fear of getting arrested, the shooters fled, leaving you to bleed in the snow.

You died of hypothermia. You could’ve been saved.

That’s what hurt Abel the worst.

If your killers had just tried, they could’ve brought you to the hospital. But instead, they’re now awaiting a trial and eventual imprisonment.

But because they confessed, and it was an accidental death, they would be able to have parole, they could walk free one day.

To Abel, they deserved to rot in prison forever. But he didn’t have the right to oppose the judge, not when your family had already accepted the punishment.

Abel paid for the funeral, and there he saw you for the last time.

I’m sorry this happened… I’ll take care of your family from now on. I promise…

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Brb sobbing in the club rn…

For real though, thank you for reading!

Feel free to send over any requests/suggestions

[hellyeahsickaf]

Cooking While Disabled

One of the things I miss most about being less disabled is cooking. It was one of my favorite things to do and something I've always been good at.

On good days there are things I can do that make it easier. It's not the same as before, but I hope that sharing what makes it possible for me to cook helps others who struggle with it.

Tips for cooking while disabled:

You can incorporate precooked food in your meals. For example, stir fry with precooked rice with the ingredients of your choice, or taking frozen pasta (like the ones with maybe sauce and a couple other things) or plain microwave pasta (I prefer these, but heat it first) and putting it in a pan adding other ingredients like vegetables, cheese, garlic, etc

If it comes frozen or canned that can really help. Frozen rice you can just microwave, frozen cut veggies and garlic and onions are good as well

Buy a chopper with different shaped blades, spiralizer, electric slicer/grater, food processor, or any appliance that will save you energy. Ideally machine washable. Stand mixers are also better than manual ones. Especially helpful if you have joint/wrist issues

You can always prepare ingredients ahead of time. I find that sometimes it helps to prep (chopping or mixing ingredients, etc) earlier in the day or even a day before. Then you can put it in the fridge or freezer until you're ready to cook the full meal

Look up easy recipes or recipes for elderly/seniors. With the latter you may find more nutritionally balanced food but an unbalanced easy meal is better than none

You can sit while you prepare ingredients.

You're allowed to take breaks. You can turn the stove off, maybe put a lid on it to retain the heat, sit down, maybe take something for your symptoms. Some things you may not be able to stop in the middle of like making pancakes or deep frying something, but if you're making soup or curry or chili or something, often you can turn it off for a bit and take care of yourself.

If you need help and can get it, please ask for help. I know many of us need to work on asking for help including myself. Even if it's just washing the pots and pans or chopping something. You are not a burden you hear me?

Stretch before and after cooking just as one would before a workout. It will likely lessen any joint pain or stiffness as you are still exerting yourself

Listen to your body. Just as you're allowed to take a break, you are allowed to decide you won't be able to finish what you're doing. You may put away your food before it's done (if this won't ruin the meal). You are allowed to leave a dirty pot in the sink and come back to it later (just make sure you or someone else does before it gets gross). You can wash them in the dishwasher. I know this is bad for the seasoning on pots and pans but you can reseason them to be nonstick again and use nonstick spray

You can buy seasoning mixes rather than using individual seasoning. Instead of parsley, oregano, basil, etc you can buy Italian seasoning. Instead of paprika, pepper, cumin, oregano, salt, etc, you can just get taco seasoning. This may sound obvious but it can save a lot of time and energy

An issue I have is buying perishable ingredients thinking I can use them, having a bad week or two, and the ingredients have gone bad. Try to plan out your meals before shopping and ask yourself if there's an easier alternative for any ingredients. Maybe pre chopped fresh onion instead of a whole one, sliced mushrooms instead of whole, frozen vegetable blends instead of individual, powdered ginger instead of the root, bullion instead of stock that you may not be able to use all at once. I know this is like one of the other points but these are what I find most helpful

Use supercook.com! You input the ingredients you have on hand and you'll get a list of recipes you can make with what you have. Often there's a wide range of complexity and difficulty

Make enough food to freeze or refrigerate leftovers. It helps if you can portion it into single servings in Tupperware or freezer bags. You can prepare frozen burritos for your next few lunches or dinners, separate portion sizes of spaghetti, portion salads, etc

Feel free to add any additions!

[jayke0]

Let Me Help You, Pretty Boy

Pairing: Basil Stitt x afab reader

Summary: kinktober day 8, Cockwarming

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: cockwarming, grinding, dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of manipulation but in a good way, edging, rough, dom!reader, sub!basil, praise, lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,636

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"Why do you have a bag on your head?" Basil jumps at the sound of your voice, quickly glancing up towards you like a deer in headlights.

All he's trying to do is collect his groceries from the floor, since he'd specifically directed the delivery guy to leave them outside, but he didn't expect you to come out of your apartment just at that moment.

"I got into an accident." He says bluntly, though you note the nervousness in his voice.

"Oh shit! I thought I hadn't seen you in ages… Are you ok?"

'Obviously not, you idiot, he's wearing a bag over his head.' you think to yourself, but still allow him time to answer anyway.

"Uhhh... yeah... yeah! I'm fine." His tone seems to switch from anxious to confident in a second, which only makes you more concerned.

"Basil—"

"I'm fine, thanks! See ya—" he scurries back inside his apartment, slamming the door in your face and leaving you in the silent hallway. He stands with his back against the door for a little while, waiting for you to hopefully piss off and leave him and his bag to himself, but as he peeks through the peephole, he's faced with your eyes glaring at him. The sight makes him jump back a little; can you see him? No, you're not a superhero, maybe you just know him that well—

"Open the door, Basil, let me help you, I can help you." You say as you cross your arms over your chest.

He finds his hand moving to open the door for you, almost subconsciously, and he pokes his head round through the gap, "Alright... but I'm not taking the bag off, so don't try!" He wags a finger at you before stepping aside to let you in.

'Bingo, got him'.

You hide the smirk that threatens to break across your face and scoop up the groceries. "Lemme put these away for you, yeah?"

Basil sheepishly nods and returns to his place on the couch, chomping on the final bit of pizza he had left in the pizza box "Make yourself a drink or... whatever."

"Mmm... so what happened? If you don't mind me asking." You grab yourself a soda and wipe the couch of crumbs, sitting down next to him.

He glares at you, eyes crinkling a little in almost... disgust? Did the question make him uncomfortable?

"I-I'm sorry, that was forward of me, please—"

"You got sauce on you." His finger gestures to a stain on your shirt, and you think about how thick it is, how thick they'd feel inside you.

"Ohh," you laugh a little too hard, "it's alright, it's an old shirt." You forcefully laugh again, your hand landing on his thigh 'accidentally'.

You hear him audibly draw in a sharp breath "I got shocked— attacked!— uh..." His brain misfires as he stares at your hand. Even before the accident, he hadn't slept with his girlfriend in months, so someone's hand on his thigh is enough to make his mind wander. The bag makes everything worse, the heat from his breath makes his face flush and his forehead sweat.

"You poor thing." You frown, it's genuine concern; you feel bad for your neighbour, and whatever face threatening accident that happened to him.

The bag crinkles as he nods at you faintly "Mhm... hurt a lot," his eyes rake over your body, "but I'm brave."

What the fuck is he talking about? He wants to face plant himself, wants the ground to swallow him up whole and save him from his own terrible attempts at flirtation.

You giggle though, the sound making his chest... and something else, swell.

"I'm sure you are Basil." You find his stupidity endearing for some strange reason and you lean forward a little towards him "I think I know how I can help you, will you let me?" You purr.

The man nods almost instantly like he read your mind. You notice how his eyes frantically work over your body in hopes his sheer will power will undress you alone.

You slink towards him until you're close enough to crawl into his lap, warranting an audible groan from him as his hands eagerly find their way to your hips to grope the flesh. As you grind down, you feel that he's already half hard.

"Fucking hell, when was the last time you got any?" Another moan is driven out of him at the mild degrading, resulting in an idea popping into your head and a smirk replacing your smile.

Your hands work on getting his slacks undone, delving into his boxers after having done so just to feel his cock hardening in your palm. "Fuck, fuuuck your hands are so smooth." He whines, knowing his hand will now be no use to him after feeling yours wrapped around him.

"Yeah? Well, wait till you feel my cunt."

You're pretty sure that Basil almost comes at that, his hips bucking wildly and making his cock bob in anticipation. "You're gonna let me fuck you? Shit I just thought you meant a blow job."

Another chuckle leaves your lips before you sit back on his knees to remove your jeans expertly, your underwear following soon after. As you hover above him you can feel the tip of his cock throbbing against your lips and begging to be plunged inside you, his eyes telling the same story.

In one go, you sink down on him, the idea of cockwarming that mother fucker being arousing enough for your hole to open and take the girth of him in. It's a stretch in all the best ways, and basil's blissed face and noises only proves that this was totally the right idea.

He goes to lift you off of him again, but you push your hips down to stay firmly seated on him, clenching enough to make him gasp. "Oh, you wanna do it? That's ok, you do it, ride me."

You tut in response.

"No, I want you to take the damn bag off of your head," You look at him sternly. "Please Basil, let me see you."

You can't see it, but you can hear his eyebrows raise under the coarse paper, though you're unsure if it's in anger or in compliance. Your question is answered when he makes a small noise, a sound similar to a sob.

"I can't, you'll run away..."

"Basil—"

"No." he whines and thrusts his hips up, only to feel you clench on him harder and dig your nails into his soft arms, the action tugging a sob from his chest. "Please just fffffucking ride me." He slurs, but you can hear a cadence of sorrow in his voice as you notice the tears welling in his eyes.

"Oh, you poor man," your hands cup his face… or atleast the paper. "I promise I won't... plus it'd be kinda hard for me to do so anyway, you're basically impaling me."

You grind your hips back and fourth on him just slightly.

"Show me that pretty face, Basil. I always thought you were handsome anyway to be honest, should've fucked you sooner—"

The man bucks his hips again with a louder whimper before holding his hand over your eyes. You let him do what he needs to as you hear paper crinkling and he carefully removes his hand.

The tears are now falling down his cheeks, making the stretched and burnt tissue on his face glisten. Carefully, you rest your hands on his skin, tracing the scars with your thumb.

"Basil, you're still so fucking handsome, such a pretty boy." You smile, the only negative thought you have about his face being: 'fuck, that must've hurt'.

He seems to sigh in relief as the tears keep streaming, his chest rising and falling as he hiccups and chokes on his words.

"It's ok, pretty boy, you don't need to say anything, lemme do it for you." Your hand runs through his messy curls before you lift yourself off of him and sink back down, prying a specifically loud moan from your own lips. "God, I wanna cock warm you more, I can feel you twitch and throb, you like me doing this to you baby?"

Basil nods frantically and leans forward to wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your chest as he continues sobbing a little, though now his cries are mixed with moans.

Your hips work on him fast, switching between barely grinding and bouncing up and down on him, making sure to stop whenever he sounds close.

"Pl—ease let me cum, please. Fuck I wanna cum in you so bad." Basil begs, his grip around your body now tight and constricting.

"Ok baby, show me how you like it."

Basil moans— well, wails as he starts pounding into you from underneath, drilling into you so perfectly that it takes your breath away and makes you see stars; he certainly hasn't forgotten how to fuck.

It's only a few more thrusts before he's coming undone inside you and shooting hot white that paints your insides, his moans sounding less sorrowful and more relieved now.

You stroke his hair and face and let him calm down, wiping away the wetness on his face. "Good boy, you're so good for me Basil, fuck you're amazing."

Another whimper from the man.

"Now, you gonna help me finish too?"

He nods eagerly, already addicted to you and your pussy. "Of course. Let me help you."

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

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[fangirlanxiety74]

TELL ME ABOUT TED. Headcanons you have for him, anything... Can be silly or serious.

Someone... SOMEONE'S ASKING ME ABOUT MY HEADCANONS?! IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE SOMEONE'S ASKED ME ABOUT MY HEADCANONS!! HOLD ON, I MADE A DOCUMENT!! /ref/hj

In actuality, I did genuinely make a google doc. But it's not ready to be shared yet, so I'll share the highlights.

First off, the game manual lies. He is NOT 44. He's 33 at OLDEST. I kind of consider him more like 29/30. Just barely.

He grew up in South Carolina hehe, farm boy

Bisexual disaster but I think this is kinda just obvious.

He is the oldest between him and his 5 siblings!!! And adding onto this, he is SUCH a good older brother. I don't care if everyone else disagrees, he could be the worst man alive but the one good thing someone could say was that he took care of his siblings.

If you know Ayano from Kagerou Project, I think he's a lot like her when he's younger. Like 8/9 years old. He tried so hard to protect them all from their parents and keep them happy. He'd sacrifice so much for them, it's why he kinda,, went into the extreme of being so,, entitled as a grown up. Ykwim???

Just imagine. With the ice caves, moving without thinking to save the others before himself? His brain subconsciously doing what he knows best; sacrificing what he has for others.

Selflessness as a core trait for Ted, please.

Another thing relating to his siblings: He knows how to do ballet!! And he's REALLY good at it. He actually has a lot of fun doing it. One of his sisters wanted to, but she was too afraid to take lessons alone, so he went along with her in secret. Didn't get caught for years. (She stopped lessons once he got forced out of them)

He talks a little like a New-Yorker, or at the very least, that transAtlantic accent (yk like from the old movies?) to try and play off as that kind of guy like Great Gatsby.

His actual accent is Southern. Sometimes it slips out when he's like, extremely flustered/angry, but it's such a rare thing.

He can't stand the sound of someone crying, it immediately makes him angry. Take that, and yk, Ellen or Benny constantly crying... Yeaaaah. (This is also due to his siblings).

This is obvious, he forces himself into doing a lot of masculine things that he doesn't like to appear older/wiser/better, insert whatever word you wanna use that translates to "I am insecure about myself" lol

Okay this last one is really important to me and like. It. Needs its own special paragraph. He is a creative person in his soul. He loves to learn, he loves to write, he loves to read and dance and sing and draw and he has such a huge imagination and love for creativity. You can see it in his psychodrama with how it plays out like a full-blown Grimms Fairytale, the monster he imagined that no one else could see, the line in the radio drama "Am I the last storyteller, telling the last story...?"

He's a storyteller. He has so much to say and share, and he would've done something creative with his life if he had the option, but the abuse he faced and the societal expectations placed on him forced him to,, give it all up. Made him realize he could never have that. Which is why, at least in the game, AM chose him. Ted had so much potential to create, and just... gave it up. For seemingly nothing. Why wouldn't that make AM mad, who can't create, can't even imagine or wonder?

AKA Theatre Kid Ted canon, let it be known

I have like, also. I have a somewhat-AU of Omori for the ihnm cast, and Ted takes the role of Basil. I think Dream Basil vs RW Basil fit a lot of what he is as a kid vs an adult, or at least aspects of both due.

I also have a Hadestown AU of him with my self-insert where he takes the role of Eurydiceeee.... Like. Guys, Hadestown fans, hear me out. Ted singing "Flowers." AM singing "Hey Little Songbird" to Ted. PLEASE HEAR ME CAN YOU HEAR ME??? ARE YOU LISTENING??? /J

There's so much more I can say but this is getting so long I will definitely share more if people want nfjkdc bUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

[unavoidedbyme]

When the READER becomes the witness instead of BASIL

this happens when SUNNY pushes MARI down the stairs, but instead of BASIL

it was YOU who became their witness. What would YOU do?

doing the same thing as BASIL does? or the other way around like a normal person does.

who knows, it might save SUNNY’s sister from the inevitable fate she has.

tw(s): death, frame of su1c1d3

The recital was today, yet SUNNY felt tired. He was tired from all of these practices. His finger aches from the countless practices, even some of it starts to bleed eventually. But why? why is his sister shouting at him when he already tried his best? MARI’s figure could be seen through SUNNY’s eyes. Face that was once full of adoration suddenly fade away in an instant once the girl sees her brother’s violin scattered across the ground. Her white dress flows from the movement of her own, while the boy was trying to keep his composure—MARI suddenly grab his hands.

“Where do you think you’re goi—“

it all happened so quickly—SUNNY; who was scared suddenly pushed her away. Afraid of what she’s going to do with him. But it doesn’t matter now, MARI’s voice was cut short and replaced by a shocked but also terrified expression. Her hands who was trying to grab onto the railings has no use, she has completely missed it and was now falling for what feels like endlessly onto the floor. The back of her head hits hard on the ground and some of her hair even got stuck into the violin’s strings.

SUNNY was PETRIFIED. He’s unable to process the thing that has just happened, it all went too fast for him. Too fast for him to save his sister. His terrified face looking everywhere except from the figure laying down below, until he spot a familiar figure just across the room. It was his bestfriend, his light, the helper who had helped him thousands of times after his sister, and that bestfriend was YOU.

YOU saw what he has done. YOU saw everything. You were just trying to check on the siblings before their recital, thinking that everything was fine—YOU walked into their house without a care in the world, only to find MARI’s voice shouting at something, or someone. Her voice was so full of emotions but mostly on the bad emotions, she was clearly upset but to who? once YOU take a closer look it was your bestfriend who she was shouting at. It was a new sight for YOU, for both YOU and SUNNY.

MARI wasn’t the type to go all shouts and that crazy stuff, unless she got REALLY upset. Which is why she was shouting at her brother in the first place. YOU were confused and mostly scared at the same time, looking down to the ground only to find SUNNY’s violin scattered and broken on the floor. Now YOU understand why she was so angry at him, the violin was a gift from them. It was so expensive that you all need to spend all of your money together to buy him the violin. But that doesn’t justify the reason why MARI was saying those hurtful things to him, he is her brother for god sake! those things weren’t necessary.

and then you saw it. The moment YOU blinked your eyes she was already lying on the floor. Her beautiful black hair got tangled with the violin’s strings, YOU looked at SUNNY who was unable to move; his eyes focusing on YOU. His bestfriend, surely YOU knew on how to handle these things..right?

IF YOU CHOOSE TO HUNG HER

SUNNY’s footsteps could be heard, dashing towards his sister’s figure with teary eyes. How sad they were, his eyes full of regrets and misery looking at his half-dead sister. But now those eyes were looking at YOU, expecting for a solution like how YOU always did in a tense situation such as this.

“P-please… [name], help me.”

your head couldn’t process anything, all you see was just static. Sweats started to form on the back of your head, your body felt so weak at sight of SUNNY holding MARI for dear life. All you could think is that if you tell your friends the truth they’re all gonna hate you. They’re all gonna hate HIM, your bestfriend.

you..you couldn’t let them hurt him. No, all of this could be prevented.. by framing her death. Yes, this is a perfect solution for this situation. Nobody from the group would expect that SUNNY—no SOMETHING behind SUNNY killed MARI. They would think that this is all her doing. They wouldn’t hate YOU nor SUNNY, it wasn’t SUNNY’s fault so why would they hate him?

“SUNNY… i know how to clean all of this mess.”

you started to look around like a madman looking for something that would hung her. And then you saw it, the jumping rope that you all had played before. Swallowing up your gut you quickly took the rope and look at SUNNY with serious eyes. He was taken aback, ofcourse he was but since it was his bestfriend he wouldn’t dare to go against their words.

You begin to tie the knots, while SUNNY was hiding his violin inside the toy box, locking it away so it could never be found. Once you finally finished tie-ing the knots you begin to put it around MARI’s neck feeling dread spreading over your body once you saw her face. Her face was really pale, you couldn’t even look at her properly and until then the two of you left her, leaving her behind all by herself on that tree..

IF YOU CHOOSE TO CALL THE AMBULANCE

It all happened so fast, SUNNY’s footsteps could be heard and it was coming closer and closer towards YOU. You didn’t care for anything at this moment, all you need to do is grab the telephone right on the left of this room and call 911.

YOU could feel SUNNY’s body press against yours as he was holding onto YOU for his dear life, begging to not tell anyone about this. YOU saw the desperation from his eyes but you couldn’t care less, all you have to do right now is save MARI and call the ambulance.

You rushed to the left side of the room and begin to contact 911–SUNNY following up behind you while looking terrified at MARI. Once the 911 pick the call out your voice was trembling while you started to explain things to them, the ambulance already on their way to save MARI. They want you to not hang up from them, while you were still holding the telephone you could hear sirens from outside this house.

The staffs began to take MARI’s body inside the ambulance, and then it sets off to a nearby hospital outside FARAWAY TOWN. Your friends saw the commotion outside SUNNY’s house and once the ambulance left they’re all frantically begin to run to his house. Only to find YOU comforting and hugging SUNNY close to your chest, YOU look at the group—look of despair could be seen from your face.

“It was an accident…i’ve seen it all. We’re sorry.”

HERO couldn’t hold back his tears, AUBREY and KEL instantly dash towards the two of you; hugging YOU and SUNNY in an effort to calm down the two witnesses. BASIL was just comforting HERO while HERO’s body felt like he was about to pass out.

a/n: woohoo i finished this! also what do you think about making a part two about the aftermath of this? i think i have the perfect thing for it.

[kugisakiss]

I know we've never talked before but I want to call for your help in helping hebsnhel, lailashaqoura, basel321 and shahed-2002. Theyre displaced palestnians who need the funds and I see you as someone who would care

hi! yeah of course i'll help!

and for anyone who can donate, here are their gofundmes, they're all still very far from their goals!

[kimetsu-chan]

(i hope it’s ok if i go ahead and send this in cause ima forget it if i don’t)

I have a fic request that is extremely angsty

It’s for the Milo Kocho au

So in the final battle, Muzan kidnapped Milo and brought her very close to death

I’d like to request post battle when Milo wakes up 5 months after the battle ended:3

Everyone and everything is very different so she’ll probably take a lot of things very hard and she’ll probably blame herself for not being able to save everybody

~Guilt~

A/N: oh this is going to be angsty. Like, real bad.

The Milo Stan’s are gonna come for me, that’s how bad this is.

This has major manga spoilers

TWs: angst, angst with no comfort, death, Milo has major survivors guilt, and possibly more that I may have missed. If any of these topics are unsettling to you, please do not read.

Milo had woken up from her five month coma four weeks ago.

And boy was she having a hard time coping.

The pure amount of people who had died that day… deaths that she felt that she could’ve prevented…

Miss Shinobu.. who had taken her in.

Muichiro Tokito… someone who she had seen as a brother.

Basil… someone she had loved, and seen turned into a demon, then disappear to where no one knew where he went.

They even lost Mr. Himejima… their strongest hashira.

Even one of her closest friends, and someone she would consider family died.

She knew Giyuu was just as torn over Yuna’s death as she was. But at least he was able to put a brave face on.

Another close friend, Tanjiro, and his sister, Nezuko, had been doing their best to comfort her after such a devastating loss.

She knew she should be happy that Muzan was dead, and that most demons had been eradicated, but she couldn’t help but feel utterly destroyed.

She had tricked herself into thinking that she caused some of their deaths, and that she had prevented their survival by getting in the way.

Not only did a multitude of people die, but so many had changed as well.

Some had began to be happier, and it felt like she was the only one grieving.

She felt silly for being the only one this outwardly sad.

She should be able to just get over it, right?

Wrong.

Milo found herself crying in her room. Alone.

The loneliness was starting to get to her, even though she was surrounded by people.

Oh why couldn’t she have just used her powers to heal them?!

She understands that doing so would most certainly cost her her life, but she didn’t care!

It would’ve been so much better for a larger group of people to survive, then one measly helper.

That was her way of viewing it anyway…

Milo wiped the tears that were falling like waterfalls. She felt so pathetic.

She adjusted her position in the corner of the room and re-buried her face in her arms.

The girl had curled herself into a ball and hadn’t left her room all day. Even when people came to check in on her.

Milo felt the familiar call of sleep luring her in.

Sleeping was the only thing she could think of doing to make her forget… everything.

Even when she had nightmares, she thought it was better than facing the reality that almost everyone she loved was either dead, or missing.

She didn’t even bother wiping her tears as her eyes finally closed for longer than a second.

Milo was slowly drifting off, imagining the faces of those she lost smiling back at her.

But they weren’t happy smiles.

They were smiles filled with sadness, regret, pity.

She couldn’t join them.

Not yet.

No matter how much she wanted to.

A/N: I busted some fat tears while writing this. My baby 😭

IABSJSBSUSBSMSBSUSNJSBSHSISNSJSN

I really liked writing it tho, even though it made me FREAKING BAWL MY EYES OUT.

Forgot to mention previously, Basil is not my oc. They belong to @aceofstars0.

[sunbunzie]

Hot Take: Hero would not forgive Sunny and Basil. (MAJOR SPOILERS!)

Last warning for spoilers :3 Also longevity warning. This thing is 1118 words total. lmao. Also if you’re expierencing thoughts about suicide, please reach out. (TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, A POV of depression, Omori stuff man this game makes me want to sob) The truth about Mari is that Mari didn’t take her own life- Sunny pushed her down the stairs accidentally. Witnessing this, a panicked Basil decides to “help” Sunny by framing Mari’s death as suicide, hanging our dearest Mari on a tree bu a jumprope, making everyone believe she committed suicide. 

Little, innocent Aubrey thought she committed suicide. Our rau of sunshine Kel thought she committed suicide. And Mari’s dear lover, our Hero, thought she committed suicide. 

Lets talk about Hero’s grief for a bit.

-HEROS GRIEF-

As stated by KEL in the game, Hero refused to get out of bed, go to school, eat, and other important things because of Mari’s death. This lasted for about a year.

Kel then continues on to say that he tried to get Hero out of bed one day, saying how everyone misses him and such. Hero responds negatively to this, still stuck in a abyss of depression. The more Kel tried to encourage him, the more and more upset Hero gets, until the point where he snaps at his on brother. 

“He suddenly got up and started screaming and yelling at me about a bunch of stuff. Some of it eas pretty hurtful too..” 

-KEL

We all know, under any other circumstance, Hero would never say anything mean or hurtful to Kel. Even sibling-to-sibling “bullying” doesn’t apply to these two. They care for each other enough to never say anything mean.

But under this circumstance, Mari is gone. Hero loved Mari. And now she was gone. But Hero was still alive. (/ref lmao.) He became so overcome with grief and sadness that he just unpiled it onto young Kel, who was only trying to help. Luckily, after their parents be literal bitches and ignore Kel crying and comfort Hero, Hero comes to his senses and apologizes to Kel over and over. Hero seems to get better after this.

“Eventually, mom and mom ran to our room and rushed over to hug him to calm him down. 

-(cut part because this isnt a kel analysis post. sorry buddy you gotta wait your turn)

“I think that’s when HERO got his senses back, because he ran to me and hugged me right away. 

“Just kept apologizing over and over..

”But.. at least HERO got a lot better after that. He started taking care of himself again..”

BUT OF COURSE we know he really didn’t get better. When Hero joins your party, at first he doesn’t want to go to Mari’s grave. Whenever Sunny tried to go there, Hero stops him by saying he isn’t ready yet.

When we do get there however, its then revealed that Hero never realky visited Mari’s grave. Probably because it hurt to think about her. Every day, every waking moment he was reminded of her, and he couldn’t stop her from leaving him. Four yeare, four years he blamed himself for Mari’s suicide, thinking and forcing himself to believe that it was all his fault because he didn’t see the signs to stop her from leaving…

Except there were no signs.

Mari never chose to leave them.

She never chose to take her life.

She didnt take her own life.

Instead, the one who took her life..

Was her brother, Sunny.

-THE TRUTH-

While we have absolutely no idea what happens after the good ending/any of the endings (well we know Sunny moved and left Basil to pick up the scraps 💀 we’ll save that for another post), since this fandom is so goddamn immersed we do have enough to make a theory about each friend. 

A lot of people say they would all forgive Sunny and Basil eventually, but I think the case is different with Hero. Which is probably what you’re here for actually, so let’s just set the claim:

Hero will NOT be able to forgive Sunny and Basil, and he might never be able to forgive them.

This is because of Hero’s Grief.

Imagine that you loved someone dearly (could be platonic for all you aromantic besties) and they committed suicide. 

Imagine you spent four years blaming yourself, grieving, asking yourself “why” every single day, because there was nothinf you could do to stop them, you didnt see the signs, you thought everything was fine with them, but you were wrong, and you failed them. You’d call yourself the worst lover/best friend to ever exist, beating yourself into a mindset that they never loved you, or if they did, they didnt love you enough to stick around, and that impacted your life so badly that you almost starved yourself and starting saying mean things to your family/those who are trying to help.

Now imagine that..

And then crumple it up and throw it away.

Everything was a lie. You thought they killed themselves, but in the end someone else was responsible for their death. Someone else took their life. Someone else made you believe that they hung themselves and that you failed and that you’re a failure and that you don’t deserve to live while they’re gone.

Sure, the whole thing was an acccident, but either way that grief was all for NOTHING. Ever bad thought, every remark, every meal skipped, every day spent in bed was a waste. You never had anything to blame yourself for. It was never your fault. And the two people reponsible had hidden it for four years.

Hell, screw what I said before about it beibg an accident. The pushing was accidental, but the hanging wasnt. Of course, Basil was a scared kid, but why wasnt the ambulance the first thing in mind? Why did they frame her? Why did Sunny let him do it?

Some people argue that Hero forgave Aubrey for pushing Basil in the lake, but that was different. Yes, they were both impulses of anger, but Basil had time to survive. People were there. You can get water out of people’s lungs. You can’t fix a broken neck. 

And also, Aubrey had more witnesses. She wouldn’t have been able to frame it as anything, because the whole town would probably know about it within a few days (Gossiptown fr💀). If Basil died in the lake, there wouldn’t have been a hidden truth. There wouldnt have been lies. No four years of thinking Basil drowned himself. Because they already knew.

Now I’d suspect if Basil did actually die, the forgiveness wouldnt be so quick. (Someone better make a fanfic of that scenario /nf)

AND SO THE TL;DR IS: Hero would not forgive Sunny and Basil, because what it did to him was too mentally draining, and the lies were too much. No matter how much he would think about how it affected them, he would only ever be able to think about his grief and the consequences.

Again, this is my personal theory, but feel free to peacefully argue with me! Or give more details :0

Thanks for reading all of this, if you did! If y’all want to suggest things for me to analyze just use the asks thingy :3 or get me to talk about headcannons. I love headcannons.

[cowardlychimera]

*raises hand* Me, me, me! I want the elaboration :3

omg hiii!!

okay first off, my memory sucks so if I get any details wrong please do correct me </3

anyway. Omori killing headspace Basil in the Sunny/true route. first I'd like to bring up how in the Omori/neutral route, when Sunny saves headspace Basil, he has to fight Stranger instead, mirroring the fight with the real Basil in the true route. to continue the game he has to force Stranger to give up, and as a result leave the real Basil to suffer on his own, and kill himself.

in the true route, Omori kills headspace Basil instead, giving Sunny the chance to save the real Basil. he doesn't let him have the option to save headspace Basil, and I think it's because he's challenging Sunny to actually take action for once.

Sunny giving up is a very big theme in the game. he gives up in the lake incident, letting someone else save him instead. he gives up and throws his violin down the stairs instead of speaking up. he gives up and lets Basil deal with Mari's body. he gives up and lets Omori take over. he gives up on reality, choosing his dream world instead.

it's safe to say Omori expects him to give up when faced with the option to save the real Basil. after all, Sunny's been faced with the truth multiple times, and gave up each time too. even Mewo asks if Sunny's waiting for something to happen (instead of taking action and taking the first step: leaving the house).

if he managed to build up the courage to open the door for Kel, surely he can build up the courage to open Basil's door and face him. Omori wants to see if he'll give up. he's challenging him to save the real Basil instead.

and when he does? Omori himself challenges Sunny to a fight instead. maybe he still doesn't think Sunny's capable of making things right. he doesn't think he's capable of accepting and telling the truth. he still expects him to give up. so he challenges him one more time.

I remember Misty pointing out Omori's expression in his final phase and how it looks a bit different compared to before. Misty brought up some pretty good and interesting possibilities, but if his expression did really change, and it's not just the distortion, I think he's actually surprised.

because he's expecting Sunny to give up. but he's not. he's still fighting. he's still standing. he's not giving up. after all these years, he's making a choice for himself. he's always let others make choices for him, always let others save him. but this time Sunny's fighting for himself. for his friends, for Mari, for the truth. he made the choice to try to make things right again when he opened Basil's door. Omori is testing if he really wants to go through with that, forcing him to face every horrible thing he can throw at him.

but he doesn't expect him to actually stand strong. but he is. Omori can't die, can't be defeated. but Sunny's still fighting anyway. Sunny gets back up and plays. plays the song he couldn't before. he does what he had given up on years ago.

and so Omori realizes Sunny isn't going to give up this time. so he steps aside and gives Sunny one last chance to carry on with his choice. he lets him choose between two leaps of faith: one from the roof, and one from Basil's hospital room. Sunny gets to choose which door he opens. and in the true ending?

Sunny chooses the real Basil over the imaginary one. Sunny opens Basil's door.

[iamamythologicalcreature]

I'm-Not-Going-To-Count-These-Sentences Sunday

Thank you @aroace-genderfluid-sheep and @hushed-chorus for the tags! (Guess what hushed-chorus I did that thing we talked about.) Also thank you to everyone who has tagged me on other WIP-days! I really appreciate it <3

So... I'm not counting sentences this time. I write long sentences, and I make rabid use of sentence-extending punctuation. And I have this thing about posting excerpts that are semi-contained in some way. Plus it's going to take me forever to get this fic posted, so I gotta give ya'll something. THUSLY: Here have a bunch of words.

(I really should have pinned my bi-weekly updates on Wednesday, but OH WELL.)

Context: Baz POV, with Agatha in the chapel after midnight, being 17 year olds. Simon is out of the picture after Baz kinda sorta stole his voice with a tape recorder in fifth year.

“I never thanked you for saving me,” she said, with just a little too much effort at nonchalance. “You did, actually,” I said, not slowing, or sparing her so much as a glance. “You might recall how you resembled a hypothermic beached mermaid? You were quite free with your gratitude once you caught your breath. It was all very melodramatic.” There was a brief pause - possibly an attempt to work out whether my description of her was complimentary or not. Either way, it didn’t deter her. “I never got to thank you the way I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a whine working its way past her shoddily built facade. I didn’t answer right away as I fought down a sudden surge of irritation, one that threatened to trigger my more destructive tendencies - self-destructive, perhaps, but not exclusively so. The only thing worse than being considered a villain was being cast as a tragic hero - someone only misunderstood, just waiting to be saved. “Basil—“ she began, apparently ready to try something else. I stopped short, forcing her to halt both her forward movement and that regrettable demonstration of poor judgment. We were at the entrance to the chapel, now, and it was easy to crowd her against the cold statuary. “How exactly did you want to thank me, then, Wellbelove?”

Later it's entirely likely these two are going to put special effort into trying to forget any of this ever happened, because teenage mistakes are brilliant like that. You're welcome, Bazatha.

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[lilac-udon]

toxic sunflower canon type scenario

Please read with caution

If basil never have any feelings towards sunny, and really view him as a friend before incident. I sometimes think about if , basil was pressured to obsess over sunny, due to having no one and he truly not trusted anyone can help him besides sunny. He can’t listen to anything but for sunny to forgive him , save him and to say everything is alright.

+ making it worse, sunny like that feeling of being obsessed by basil, he felt like having control and being wanted by someone that is willing to give up everything for him

[the-oscarwilde]

"Each of us has a heaven and a hell within us..."

// LORE TIME HELL YEAH

Tw: Spoilers bellow!!!

-> heavily inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray, the scene where Dorian kills Basil. And yes, his best friend will have the same name, deal with that.

"What about your dreams-"

"Shut up. I've never had a dream. Only imagining the day I'd leave this hell no one saved me from... Not even you." Oscar glared at his best friend, Hallward.

"There's no coming back from this. Once you go, you won't be able to leave anymore." Hallward looked down. "I'm just saying-"

"I don't care."

"Oscar, please-"

"I can't believe you're asking me this. It's the perfect opportunity, and not just for me! For once I'll be respected as a human being and not a damn toy! I thought you'd understand..." Oscar leaned against the table.

They were in the attic, at Hallward's house. It was like his second atelier, one that no one else got to visit. Unless Oscar, that is.

"I do.. understand, Oscar. But this is bot the best option."

"I thought you were my friend."

"And I thought you were mine." Hallward snapped. "You changed, so much. It's unbelievable."

"I met a person, who was willing to help me. To listen to my problems and give me advice."

"He was not a good person to ask for advice-"

"Well, I remember you being the one who introduced us." Oscar interrupted. "And I'm truly thankful for that. If it were not for him, I don't know where I'd be..."

For a brief moment, Hallward glanced at one of the pictures on the wall. That one was bigger than the others, and his greatest work ever.

Hallward was one of the gifted. His ability? Making someone live forever by simply painting a picture of them. But god...he has never imagined something like this could happen. It looked completely distorted from the masterpiece it once was.

It used to look like a hero, once, a long time ago. Now...

"It has the eyes of a demon, Oscar."

"Each of us has a heaven and a hell within us, Hallward."

"There's still time, Oscar."

"...too late. It's too late." Oscar had tears in his eyes.

"Never. We can still try. We can run away, anything- but please...look at everything terrible you already did. And you'll do more if you go..." Hallward gently held Oscar's arm, almost clinging to him.

Suddenly, Oscar felt a wave of anger and hatred wash over him.

How dared his best friend say those horrible things about him?

He glanced over the table, and he spotted a knife. Hallward had bought it a few days before for his collection.

Oscar pulled away from Hallward abruptly, and slowly approached the table.

"...Oscar?" Hallward walked uo to him.

Oscar flinched, rushing in and stucking the knife in a big artery behind Hallward's ear.

A pained yell, before Oscar banged smashed Hallward's head against the table, tackling him and stabbing him repeatedly.

A muffled yelp and the horrifying sound of Hallward choking on his own blood.

Hallward's blood formed a puddle, staining the carpet.

Oscar was out of breath, as he got up and threw the knife to the ground.

One second. Two. Three. Four...

He soon realized what he did. Panicking, Oscar left his gone friend's corpse there and rushed out of the attic.

Luckily, there wasn't anyone inside the house.

Getting outside, he saw a black limousine, it seemed to be waiting for him.

"Oh, my poor boy..." A blonde woman, dressed nicely, stepped out of the limousine.

Oscar looked up. He was covered in blood, shaking like a leaf.

The woman, Agatha, hugged him.

"I'm here now, dear."

Oscar didn't hug back, just nodded.

Agatha lead Oscar inside the limousine, and the boy, left behind his only friend...and love.

@tied-to-blood @enkai-yousei

[mollywog]

I wanna hear more about Teacher Peeta and the Orange Castle! Please??

Thank you for the ask @lemonluvgirl!!

The Orange Castle is a Blue Castle AU idea. Peeta would be the Valancy in this version and Katniss would be Barney. It’s mostly concept with very little writing so far (send help!)

Teacher Peeta is a poor name for an in-Panem, no reaping, TWHHA fic - It’s the idea I keep coming back to… I also started writing it in first person, present tense and I can’t decide if I hate it enough to switch…

I’ve added a snippet under the cut… Peeta explaining Merchant marriage arrangements with bakery supplies 😬

I pull out four baking sheets and spread them across the counter. I haven’t yet put away the piping bags full of excess buttercream. They’ll save till tomorrow in the fridge, but will work for my demonstration for now. Then I grab a handful of spice jars from near by. I add a piping bag per pan with spice canisters for the remaining spots then beginning to explain.

I point to the first sheet with the pink piping bag and dried basil. This is the Cobblers Delly Cartwright and her brother, [name]

I point to the next pan “And this is the flower shop” pointing to the contents “Flora, Bud, and Hyacinth”

Moving on, “here you’re at Mellark’s.” I give her a wink and she rolls her eyes

Lastly I point to the pan with the single bag of white buttercream “there’s Madge”

I step back “Wheaton, Delly, and Flora” I point to each icing bag as I name them, “are the oldest siblings; They’ll inherit their businesses. Now these are family businesses and they’ll need to marry to maintain them, however most town businesses can’t support more than a single family and the preceding owners. Inheriting siblings need to make matches with younger siblings from other businesses.”

I look towards Katniss. Her brow is furrowed but she’s nodding along as she stares at the table.

“In some cases, parents will allow their children to make a go of their own matches first, but it’s all politics. Some families don’t want to take the risk that their children won’t make a good match. Delly’s family for example contracted her to Bud a while back.”

I look over to see Katniss’s nose wrinkled. I can imagine what she’s thinking. Bud is pretty much the exact opposite of Delly; silent and dour. They say opposites attract, but that’s not what this match was. “If they’re contracted, why haven’t they married yet?”

“Before we graduated, Wheaton and Flora started seeing each other-“

“But they’re both frosting bags, can they do that?”

“Sure, Wheat and Flor are both first in line to inherit, but since they have younger siblings, if- well in this case, when they marry, they can decide which business to forfeit. For what her name suggests, Flora has never been quite as attached to the florist shop. She’ll be here learning to frost flowers rather than cut them.” I swap the frosting bag for the annis seed, “and Bud will become the florist’s successor,” I then place the annis on the Mellark pan next to the blue bag.

Katniss’s eyes are scanning the table with immense concentration. “I still don’t understand why Bud and Delly aren’t married yet?”

“They are now both the successors to their business, if they went through with the marriage, one of them would need to give up their birthright like Flora. But while Wheat and Flor chose each other and chose their livelihoods, Bud and Delly didn’t: it was a contract, not a love match. Flora marrying my brother and forfeiting the business gives them an out to break the contract and make another attempt at their own destinies.”

She takes this all in, still intently staring

“But at the bakery, as well as another set of hands, Flora will also be another mouth to feed. Ryan is out of the picture with his marriage to Madge and his job at the justice building. So it’s just me - That’s why there's a rush for me to get a job all of the sudden.”

“Okay, but it doesn’t explain your current dilemma. You need to marry someone for the teaching position, so what about her” she points to the fennel remaining at the florist’s. “You could marry her, right?” Her confidence fades as she speaks until the last sentence comes out as a question.

“This” I point to the fennel “is Hyacinth, and she” I pause for effect “is 10” I raise an eyebrow.

“Well then what about Delly? Once her contract is voided she could marry you for the job requirements,” she crosses her arms, scowling at the table.

“First of all,” I pull the dill canister out of the bakery pan and place the orange piping bag on the table. “My new job made me into an icing bag of sorts.” I waffle my hand to indicate the loose approximation. “With the new job, I wouldn’t be able to help support her with the business. She’d pass the shop to her brother, and give up the business that she loves. But, more than that,” I pause and scratch the back of my neck, “I’ve already declined a contract with Delly years ago”

She stares at me, blinking her eyes in confusion. I sigh, “Back when we were 15 the Cartwrights approached my family about a contract between the two of us. My mother was ecstatic but I refused.”

“Why? You wouldn’t even need the teaching position if you married Delly”

“I don’t love her.” It really that simple, “or I love her too much to do that to her. We’ve been close our whole lives and I love her like a sister, but I’m not in love with Delly and I never will be. I think you know her enough to see how much she has to offer. Delly deserves a chance at so much more than I can give her”

“But you’d be fine with her marrying Bud?” She grimaces at the thought.

I am very conscious of my anger; I’ve seen the damage a temper unchecked can do. If rage is a fire, my usual state is unlit coals, but thinking about Delly and me, and Delly and Bud, and the injustice of it all has sparked a flame that I’ll need to work to dampen. So I take breath and a moment before continuing, “Delly would never choose to be unhappy. She would find a way to make it bearable, but it wouldn’t be...” I pause to find the right word “ideal. The only solace I took from her situation was that I wouldn’t be contributing to her unhappiness.”

“So not Delly,” She furrows her brow. “But this is only three families. There are dozens of shops and plenty of younger daughters. Right?”

The flame leaps and I take another breath. I don’t blame Katniss for not knowing the intricacies of Merchant marriages, but I do expect her to understand the power of choice. I take a breath and run my hand over my face. Pointing to the table, “Look at it Katniss.” I shift my focus to her “It’s a game board. All these people have been reduced to pieces,” I say as I pick up and place back each item.

“If you turn down the job, what will you do after your brother marries the florist girl.”

I’m deflated with the weight of it all “the mines I guess. That’s really where I was always headed anyways.” The thought of the teaching position had been a momentary reprieve, but now it was back to realities.

She’s shaking her head, “no, you can’t do that, there has to be another solution.” She begins grabbing canisters off the shelf. “What about the sweetshop? Or the Tailor?”

“Katniss, stop” my voice comes out harsher than I intended, but she isn’t listening anyways.

“Peeta, you can’t go down there, you won’t come back” Her voice is pleading but I don’t hear the tone, just the words. And now she’s just another person who doesn’t believe in me; Who thinks I’m too soft, too weak, not enough. The flames are dancing and for a moment I see red.

“No! I won’t be a piece in this game” the pans, spices, and bags clash to the ground and I realize I’ve cleared the table.