SHIT I forgot I should do one of those pinned posts explaining who I am. i mean probably i kinda like the mystery but eh whatever.
im Basil. unovan. she/her. Hex Maniac "curse fanatic" by circumstance.
blog title source
I've got Toothpaste, he's a shiny Obstagoon and my baby boy; Thyme, that Dusknoir, my uncle; Jupetta, a Banette, Thyme's Pokemon before he turned into a Dusknoir.
There's also Skorna, the bone Runerigus. She's just a pest.
Deckard, a white-furred Zorua (NOT HISUIAN) i found in my backyard. He's baby
Mint, a Sneasel I got as a gift from a friend of mine 💜 she's very bity
I've also got a new Poryphone named Porypory. it speaks in pink, is very polite.
oh and the 19 shuppet from the halloween party
... And Bluebell! An Alolan Meowth I found in the dumpster in Alola. She's a million years old and the sweetest cat in the world
image of thyme here
image of skorna here
image of toothpaste here (also me)
image of jupetta (mostly toothpaste tho)
image of deckard (and also me)
image of mint (and my arm)
this weird breloom someone let loose outside my house??
> ooc notes under the cut
9/15/23 updated her 'main' image to be more in line with how i draw her
subscribed blogs only dash (I'm really just putting this here for myself but if y'all need it idm)
my other pokeirl blogs are @crossbones-n-skull and @nifuunbakufuun!
join the hex maniac discord server! more info (kinda) in linked tumblr post. if the link is dead lmk ill fix it (discord added a thirty day link cap)
basil's cousin, sage, is over at @sage-the-exorcist (run by my friend, statik!) she currently has him blocked (its not working)
additional facts for my own reference:
skorna speaks in orange.
thyme speaks in green.
porypory speaks in pink.
jupetta, toothpaste, and deckard don't speak through the blog. (however, if given voice through an event, their text will be colored as seen.)
two voice claims that i'm debating (but i take suggestions)
family bibliography (books)
loose timeline
view the blog in chronological order here! (bear in mind there is quite a lot. lol)
Basil is 25 (as of nov 1st 2023!). I'm (the mod) 19.
she lives in the woods around icirrus city, in an old house that she just... took. it was abandoned so what about it its hers now
thyme the dusknoir is her uncle. he did not die naturally.
jupetta the banette was her uncle's, but technically is hers now. she inexplicably knows Teleport.
skorna the runerigus isn't kept to a Pokeball, as she and Basil are literally bound to each other through possession bullshit.
back when thyme was alive, they did a LOT of travelling. she's primarily been to galar and kalos, but have stopped in every region at least once. only place they haven't been to is paldea, and that's because thyme isn't allowed in because he tried to go in the crater
thyme had a TV show.
mun is aromantic, but Basil is bisexual with a female lean
post detailing Basil and Skorna's connection
old ref image, for archival purposes:
if anyone ever wants to plot anything, feel free to dm me! I'm always down, could be fun. I just don't do "in-person" RP on Tumblr- this is strictly a social media site for the character. update- i will rarely do off-rotumblr RP, but it is not going to be frequent. all threads will be completely under readmores
note that, while Basil most likely won't be super active in high-stakes plotlines, i might have her react to some, especially if i find them interesting. she's no main character.
if you want your character to know basil out-of-rotumblr, feel free to DM me here on tumblr! my PMs, unless specified are an ooc-only zone and im always happy to chat about rp.
(however, please keep in mind that i'm really not one for small talk that doesn't have to do with rp; i have too many bad experiences with people befriending me in my PMs and then just offloading trauma. i don't shut the fuck up in discord servers where other people are though lmao.)
on that note, i do have a discord! if you wanna invite me to any servers feel free to pm me about that too!
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Home
"Alright, let's call it a day!" said Coach Foster.
"I'm gonna practice fer a bit longer," said Atsumu grabbing a ball.
It was Valentines Day and it was days like this that being so far from Rin hurt.
They had breakfast over Zoom and had plans for dinner as well. They texted throughout the day but he missed the kisses and just holding his hand. Atsumu wasn't looking forward to being in his apartment without Rin.
"Atsumu, don't over do it," warned Meian.
"I won't, Cap."
"Aren't you having dinner with Suna?" asked Sakusa.
"Yeah, but not til 8."
"Ya sure about that?" smirked Meian, looking over his shoulder.
Atsumu gave a confused look and gasped when he turned around.
"Rin?"
Dressed in sweats and eating a chuupet, Atsumu thought he never looked more handsome.
"Hey Tsumu."
Not thinking twice, he ran across the court and picked up his boyfriend.
"What are ya doing here?" he asked, pulling back slightly.
"Thought I'd visit," said Rin shrugging.
Happy tears started to form and Atsumu squeezed him harder.
"Ya missed me?" he asked grinning.
"Maybe."
They hugged for a few more minutes until Rin pulled away. "You stink & you're sweaty. Go take a shower."
"Ya love it when I'm sweaty," he said slyly.
Leaning in, Rin whispered, "I love watching you naked and sweating as you ride me."
"Rin!" said Atsumu, looking around to see if anyone heard.
"OK, fine, I also love it when you're on top and pounding into me," he conceded.
"I'm takin' a shower now!" Atsumu said, backing away as his cheeks burnt red as Rin chuckled. His favorite thing was seeing Atsumu blush.
"I'll wait for you here," he said, sitting on a bench.
Since Atsumu also loved seeing Rin blush, he turned around and yelled, "I love you, Suna Rintarou!"
He was rewarded with Rin's cheeks turning pink. Atsumu grinned widely as he turned towards the locker rooms, when he heard a familiar voice call-out, "Hey idiot!"
Atsumu turned around, expecting to see Rin's deadpanned face. Instead he saw a soft smile and cheeks his favorite shade of pink. "I love you, Miya Atsumu," he said loudly, before putting up his hood as awws were heard around the gym.
It wasn't the first time Rin said I love you, but it was the first time he shared it loudly in public. Atsumu knew his boyfriend wasn't huge on public declarations, so the fact Rin said it so publicly was not lost on him. He stared in surprise for a moment before he walked back over to him to kiss him gently. "Thank ya," he said, caressing his face.
Rin's cheeks remained pink as MSBY continued to tease them.
"Yer so cute when ya blush," teased Atsumu.
Pushing his face away, Rin said, "Go take your shower, dummy."
"Alright, I'll go."
He quickly showered, so he could to be with Rin. He grabbed his hand to pull him up.
"Ya ready?" he asked.
"Yeah, let's go home," said Rin, the soft smile appearing again.
Kissing Rin's hand, Atsumu said, "Home."
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the thing about kell maresh is that he is so exactly what it's like being a gifted child who grew up into a 21yo who's only above average
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reblogged the foundational girl+dog posts so that everyone can understand what's going on
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//we're getting places "you're not getting anywh-" WE'RE GETTING PLACES!!!!!!
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“Be honest, would you save me from him?” (Leigh; @mxrvelouscreations
@mxrvelouscreations
Luther knew when really didn't have the personal freedom in life to be answering her with anything other than no, but his own heart and sense of protectiveness wouldn't let him say that... because it wasn't the truth. "Yeah. I would. I'd try to, anyway."
He thought for a moment longer, and then, "Listen, Leigh, I... My apartment isn't anythin' great, and it's pretty damn small, but... if you ever needed somewhere to stay, somewhere David didn't know about... I could give you an extra key. You could go there anytime you needed, even if I wasn't there. Make yourself at home, lay low, lock the door and just sit tight. Just... if you ever need a safe space that isn't somewhere he knows about, you know? You can stay as long as you like, take my bed, it's fine. I've got a couch, so that's fine for me. Whatever you need."
Luther took out a pen from his back pocket and grabbed a nearby napkin. "Here's my address," he said, writing it down for her. "I'll make you an extra key, but until then, you can at least know where I live. You're welcome there any time, day or night. Okay? I mean it."
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❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜
» — IF YOU SEND ME ASKS I PROMISE TO REPLY. ONE DAY.
— @vulpesse
Irelia doesn't like Bilgewater.
The dancer had decided as much the moment the port city came into view clearly enough to be more than a vague shape on the horizon. She did not mind the journey itself, though, after days on the ship, she had started to grow restless, the confinement to such a restricted area getting on her nerves. Or maybe it was the increasing distance from home; Irelia never left Ionia for long, much less traveling so far. The one exception had been to fight back the Ruined King's forces... and back then she had been too concerned with trying to save her home to allow herself to dwell on how much she missed it.
The first impression only further settles when they disembark. Looking up, it's clear how the city sprawls itself among cliffs and wooden bridges; out of need, however, or at least a desperate attempt to climb higher and avoid the sea's wrath. But it isn't done naturally, following the paths of stone and adapting to its shape, or even influencing it to give way and serve as foundation for the buildings. It is crowded and graceless, a pile of buildings one atop the other, naught of natural or even practical to be found in their designs.
The port was worse, with the remains of slain sea monsters and the smell they left behind; the tavern they spent the night at a small but blessed improvement, nevertheless. The next day, Irelia finds herself lacking enough rest, unable to reach a state of peaceful slumber the night before; she is eager to get to work, however, and soon enough they do — first pursuing information about the dangerous cargo Ahri had caught word of, a necessary precaution, to ensure the matter would be dealt with in its root.
The vastaya is a natural at it, the dancer thinks, after Ahri easily charms the third or fourth person they encounter in their little investigation. No magic is needed for her to lure them in, nor for them to spill needed information until, droplet by droplet, a solid lead takes them to a higher part of the city.
The tavern they were told to find is nicer than the one they had been lodged in; more crowded, as well, serving as some sort of middle ground between the different levels of Bilgewater, in the physical sense as much as in what concerned status. Irelia doesn't mind it; with so many people around, others are less likely to pay attention to them — or so she thinks, until she catches one of the pirates stealing glances at them.
Ahri sits opposite her, demeanor utterly at ease, or so most would seem. The dancer can see more beneath, eyes shining with the gleam of the predator Irelia knows the vulpine woman to be. They do not hunt for blood, not yet; but it is a hunt, nevertheless, and Ahri seems quite invested in tracking down those who might be able to finally give them more concrete responses about the operation that has Ionia as its final target.
No warning is needed for the she-fox to notice the glances, much like Irelia had. Ahri seems to glean more than the dancer had, nonetheless; realization subtly softens the edge of the huntress, only to return a heartbeat later, as her eyes notice the piece of jewelry that marks them as the one the Ionian duo had been looking for.
❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜, @vulpesse says, mirthful enough Irelia could almost be annoyed at her for it, were she not peeved by being relegated to sitting there and looking pretty. There may be something else in Ahri's gaze, as well, something Irelia can't quite name; something she does not bother with naming, reaching for the vastaya's hand to prevent her from leaving.
"If someone needs to stay and look pretty, I'd say you're the better choice," Pretty is too simple a word to describe her; Irelia's point still stands, however. One would need to be blind to not consider the vulpine woman the more beautiful of the duo. Despite the protest, she knows Ahri is probably right in that she should do the talking. The dancer isn't simply unfamiliar with the place and its people; she has made little to no effort to approach them at all. Out of her element in every way — but still, she would rather they go together than be left behind. "If you would have me wait here, I'd at least know why before you go."
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"we could disappear." [ jason/yuna ]
prompts for forbidden love / accepting!
yuna only falters for a fleeting moment before a soft laugh escapes her lips. "already thinking about eloping with me?" despite her reluctance to express it, there lingers a doubt about the direction of their relationship and whether it's truly beneficial for either of them. being in his presence is comforting, almost too comfortable, and she can't help but question if things are moving too quickly. perhaps the sense of security they find in each other is merely temporary, a beautiful falsehood that she lacks the courage to expose. after all, she is no longer the girl he once knew, the enigmatic teenager unaware of the exhilaration that awaited her beyond the confines of her familiar world. her gaze drifts to their entwined hands, fingers laced together. "where should we go?"
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Being in Tobias' mind is such an intriguing experience bc you'd typically expect him to only care about getting richer and richer for riches' sake like most other "villains" do, but all he wants is excitement, fun and the feeling of being alive. He couldn't care less if his life were to be put at stake, nor if his entire wealth were to vanish overnight. Sure, he's confident he could get it all back if it ever happened, but it also shows what money is to him. A means to an end, rather than the goal to strive for
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@obey-n-pay from [here]
As dimissive as he may be, Alastor is not one for ignoring potential threats- and Vox certainly is just that. Potential, though not currently his concern. His medium was made for spreading lies effectively, and while Alastor will never openly praise his success with that, it does seem to work as he wants.
Thing is, the Radio Demon isn't one to trust the word of others regardless of where it comes from. He's sure even gentle souls like Charlie tell their half-truths and cover their secrets, it's just human nature.
-- ❝Hm, and all it takes is an interesting opposing narrative to stir the pot. While I dislike your sad excuse of a medium, I do have SOME understanding of its machinations. Sensationalised fiction and altered news- it lacks class. Only as effective as the average demon is gullible.❞
Which is the crux of it all. Alastor has no concern for the average demon, they mean little to him. As long as they fear what he's capable of, he's unlikely to have any issues.
His smirk grows to a grin at the mention of what he VALUES. Oh, this is interesting.
-- ❝And what is it, exactly, that you think I value? The Hotel? A pet project, little else. Something to kill time for now, shake things up. Were you under the impression it was anything more? You of all people should know I am not sentimental.❞
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"he had been asking for it, alright?"
it's nearly midnight. the two are sitting at the kitchen table and cassie is tending to his wounds. earlier that night, they had gone out for a couple of drinks with jacob's former colleagues. after a couple of beers he had been ready to call it a night - that was, until he had noticed someone at the bar harassing his 'wife' as she attempted to close their tab. within seconds he had been on the dude, not even bothering to have a talk with him once he heard him call cassie a no good slut. jacob had been able to get a few good punches in before his friends were pulling him off. unfortunately, so had the other guy - hence the need for first aid.
"i'm sorry. i know this isn't what you signed up for, but i couldn't just stand there and let him talk to you like that. stupid man, with a fragile ego. doesn't understand the word no means no." he's gritting his teeth. talking about it is getting him angry again. "and i know, i know - you can handle yourself. you've made that clear since day one but i..." trails off, shrugging as he tosses a bloody tissue onto the table. "you can go to bed. i can take care of the rest." // @julybloom
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Miya twins/OsaAka/AtsuSuna thought: Whenever they're cooking at home, you can find the twins singing and dancing to whatever music is playing. It's a Miya family thing as their Gram and Dad did it all the time. Their boyfriends think it's the cutest thing in the world.
Keiji sits at the kitchen counter, pretending to work, but loves watching Osamu enthusiastically belt out Sam Smith's Latch.
Samu: Enjoying the show Ji?
Ji: Off key singing is entertaining
Samu *pouts*: Ouch, Ji
Ji *kisses him*: Baby, you're too cute. And I love your singing.”
Suna surprises Tsumu to find him cooking, while dancing in his boxers to TayTay's Style.
Tsumu: Rin! Ya scared the s*%t out of me!
Suna: Don't mind me. I love watching you flail your arms like a mad man
Tsumu *pouts*: Shut up!
Suna *kisses him*: It's stupidly cute and sexy.
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" it's perfectly safe! safe-ish. "
@v1ewtoakill : sc .
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one of my favorite ren quirks is he is actually physically strong enough to break lower quality weapons with his bare hands — but his skin is tough enough that they won't be able to pierce it. so if you come at him with that sad 1* or 2* sword, don't be surprised if he snaps it in half before trying to do the same to your neck.
if anything, he's more offended you had the audacity to point such a pathetic blade at him to begin with. ( particularly as a certified weapon snob. )
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closed starter for @musingmixtape
"Woah, what's it been, like ten years?" More like two, at most. "How are you? You like — you married? Kids?"
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feeling torn re: my bruce portrayal cause on one hand there is the batman that i love as an active critique of brutality and vigilantism thin blue line rhetoric repackaged in a bat costume and a man who learned better kind of narrative over time but then on the other hand there is batman unburied bruce who would not fucking say any of that <3
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