Aesthetic / Independent & Selective Fandomless Original Character Role Play Blog for Basil Oliver Ashworth [~sideblog to mgrxves~]
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Ashish Spring/Summer 2012 details
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[Two Men Smoking, One Seated in the Other’s Lap] by Unknown, The Met’s Photos
Bequest of Herbert Mitchell, 2008 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Tintype
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/291899
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Which OC would wear this sweater?
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Everybody pause your discussions about white men in androgynous clothing for a second and look at Ranveer Singh, a brown bollywood actor absolutely SMASHING it in these outfits for Vogue India
Hes wearing a whole dress with BANGLES if yall cant tell
Things he did?That
Just look
Amazing
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they teach theatre kids how to project their voices but they don’t teach em how to shuT THE FUCK UP
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fun character exercise; which of your OC’s would chug a bottle of liquor rather than give it to airport security
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Which OC would unironically watch Shrek The Musical?
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It was a good thing that his boyfriend had already cranked down the window because there was no way that Basil had enough coordination to do it himself, post-operation pain killers still coursing through his system. The hearse was going slow enough in the hospital lot at this point that he could comfortably stick his head out of the window like a dog without being assaulted by the wind.
As they hit the main road and picked up speed, he slowly retracted himself and stiffly rolled a bit in his seat to stare at the driver for a long moment.
“Did I say any... thing... weird when I woke up?”
“Basil, you say weird things all the time.” Mortimer replied, glancing over at him momentarily before returning his attention back to the road.
Basil puffed out his cheeks and frowned. “You... you... know...mean...”
With a light sigh, Mortimer glanced over at him again. “Well, about an hour after you got out, I sat down on the edge of your bed and you woke up, looked me dead in the eyes, and then repeatedly patted my face while chanting “Skeletor” for at least a minute before you fell back asleep.”
A sleepy, silly smirk was spreading on the other’s face now and he reached over to touch his boyfriend’s cheek. “Skel-e-tor, Skel-e-tor.”
Keeping his eyes on the road, Mortimer grabbed Basil’s wrist and forced him to lower his arm. “Basil, I am trying to drive.”
“Hmmph.” Frowning again, Basil was quiet for about two minutes before glancing behind him and saying. “I wanna lay down in back.”
“Basil, I do not think that is a very good idea. Besides, I am not going to stop on the side of the road so you can play dead. We will be home soon enough.”
Basil huffed and muttered something that sounded like “Meanie” under his breath. He looked around him for several minutes before finding a lever on the side of the seat. He pulled it. The top half of the seat collapsed back suddenly, bringing him down with it. After a second of shocked silence he started giggling.
“Ow... it.... it hurts... to... laugh.” He squeaked out between boughts of giggling. “Mort. Moooooort.... make it... make it stooooop.”
The undertaker’s face remained blank. “No, Basil. You brought this upon yourself. You wanted to lay down anyway, so enjoy it.”
A whine wriggled up from his throat. He tried sitting up, but failed miserably and gave up after the first attempt. He seemed to done laughing now, having exhausted himself and his eyes began to flutter closed.
“Mmm... gon’... nap... Night time. ...G’nigh’.”
Though he did not show it outright, Mortimer was understandingly relieved. “All right. Good night, Basil.”
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It is two hours here until pride month is officially over (and wrath month begins) and I just want to share that on one of the very few occasions that Basil was able to drag Mort to pride with him, before going out dancing one night, Basil drunkenly convinced Mort to let him do his make up and after twenty minutes of just caking highlighter on his poor face he leans forward and whispers “If you don’t kill at least one man with your cheekbones tonight we’re breaking up.”
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dtf? if you mean down to fight then yes always
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Tan, that is a serious fucking look
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KINK RATING TIME!!
SEND MY MUSE A KINK & THEY’LL RATE IT.
hard no. // would rather not. // uncertain. // strong maybe. // very possibly. // absolutely. // hard yes. // will go out of their way to seek it out.
originally by lostlittledaydream.
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Which OC has never met their biological parents?
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Kid Gorgeous sentence starters
“You ever seen a ghost?”
“Say more right now”
“I used to see the ghost of a little girl in a Victorian nightgown”
“Let’s change the subject”
“This is a weird topic”
“None of us ever really know our fathers”
“We don’t have time to unpack all of that”
“STREET SMARTS!”
“Sit up straight! Be respectful!”
“So say a kidnapper grabs you and throws you in the trunk of their car”
“Brush your teeth! Now BOOM orange juice, that’s life”
“That’ll throw him off his rhythm”
“Weird, psych-out, backroom Chicago violence”
“As any Chicago cop will tell ya, a phonebook doesn’t leave bruises”
“Okay, when you get kidnapped- not if, when”
“If you get taken to a secondary location, your odds of coming back alive are slim to none”
“I thought I was gonna be murdered my entire childhood”
“What would Leonard Bernstein do”
“Give us some money! As a gift! We want a gift! But only if it’s money!”
“Now you have the audacity to ask me for MORE money?!”
“I gave you more money than the Civil War cost and you spent it already?!”
“She’s not gonna do anything else for you. It’s done.”
“I thought our transaction was over”
“Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep?
“College was like a four year game show”
“Well if it’s too big you can just wear it as a sleep shirt”
“These meaningless politeness rules”
“I like to throw in I’m kidding at the end of jokes now”
“See you at improv practice”
“Of all the sentences that I would be ashamed to hear read in court”
“I am damp all the time”
“I don’t think it’s anything serious”
“I’m gross now”
“Y’know, life?”
“Monkey monkey monkey man”
“I don’t know what my body is for, other than just taking my head from room to room”
“It’s tough to not get grumpy. It’s so tempting”
“I’m trying to stay nice though”
“Maybe they have a different definition of nice”
“If we must go on with salt alone, we will go on with salt alone”
“Famous people are weird as shit. They’re all weird. Your suspicions are correct”
“That must change you as a person”
“Everything was slower in the old days. Because they didn’t have enough to do so they had to slow things down”
“We gotta think of some weird, slow activities to fill the day”
“Everything is too fast now and totally unreasonable”
“Everything is run by robots, and we spend most of the day telling them that we’re not robots”
“Prove to me you’re not a robot. Look at these curvy letters!”
“How’d you like to be indoors and out of doors all at once?”
“May I introduce you to THE GAZEBO”
“It seems like everyone everywhere is super mad about everything all the time”
“There’s a horse loose in the hospital”
“What’d the horse do, what’d the horse do”
“We’re well past that”
“Okay okay okay okay okay okay”
“I have fired the horse catcher”
“How come you opened the door for the horse?”
“I used to pay less attention”
“I’m lazy by nature”
“And you can quote me on that”
“We bought a stroller for our dog”
“Just one more follow up question”
“What did they say in there, what did they do, what did they tell you”
“That’s the same joke twice”
“A charming anecdote that was fake and never happened”
“It’s a word you’re meant to mishear”
“The bread of bread is bread. The bread is good”
“God can’t hear you”
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