Welcome to my art blog! This is where I post my drawings and stuff- if you want to see my miscellaneous things then check out my main blog (@starrcores). I'm Basil. I draw pretty much whatever, and I post original art and fanart of stuff I like. My main interests include Colorquest, SCP, TF2, Pokemon, Cookie Run Kingdom, biology, paleontology, various video game franchises and my own personal OCs. Have fun!
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I'm aro+acespec- do NOT be weird.
I'm diagnosed with ADHD and Autism. Please understand if I have trouble understanding social things.
NSFW and NSFW interacting accounts, please DNI. Do not ask me for NSFW commissions either, or weird fetish stuff. I'm not dumb. I can tell when someone's trying to shoehorn that kind of shit into requests.
Proshippers and other problematic communities, DNI!! Don't argue with me on my I should agree with you, either. You've traumatized me enough already :> 🖕
If I'm doing something wrong, please feel free to tell me! Just please be rational and kind about it. Nobody is perfect.
Reblog, don't repost ⭐️ 🔁
If you put my art on Pinterest without permission and don't take it down, I will report your pin.
I may post content that's a bit more on the horror/gore side, so please be warned!! I usually tag that stuff, so don't worry :)
Out of all of the mimes (in host and out), which do you think would be the best at singing?
Holly would be the best of the best, in and out of host. He's an extremely theatrical mime and hits the highs and lows like it's second nature. Her host is also a famous singer/actor.
As for runner ups...................
I think Foxglove's singing voice would be hauntingly enchanting true-form... but she's not really the singing type. At least, not in front of other people.
Jarna, if you're into heavy metal & screamo, can & will blow your socks off. In and out, but moreso true-form.
Atrox's singing voice is light and airy but filled with a lot of emotion, and I'd definitely rank him up with the best on this list too.
(Also I think Funfettilla's singing voice would have a wacky, lovable charm to it.)
A little short horror story I wrote for fun :P Hope it turned out ok!
Content warning for religious themes, implied body horror, cult-like themes, psychological horror, and violence.
Have fun reading!
What has become of this planet?
I could never have imagined such a horrible thing happening, that such a breed of evil could exist.
The angels that came to our village- I have spoken very highly of them, of their kindness and their deeds.
Their wings were like shrouds of rainbows that draped over their bodies, their eyes prisms of light, their antennae like halos. Their hands were everywhere the eye could see. They were clasped together in prayer. Some had them outstretched, beckoning us closer, holding our children and tracing crosses on their foreheads. How could we have been so blind to have believed such beasts could be servants of God? And yet, how could we not have? We were a desperate, starving people, and suddenly out of nowhere three strange creatures appeared at our doorstep. They spoke the word of God. They promised us the universe He created.
What wishful thinking.
With beautiful voices and warm smiles they told us that God wished us to reform the way we thought of His teachings. And intrigued, we listened to their glorious nonsense until the sermons no longer needed our preacher. He sat with us in the pews and heeded their hypnotic buzz.
"The shroud of a saint is but a carapace, a winged veil reflecting the many truths of our Lord. Do you see it now, for what the world ought to be? Man is but an angel waiting to break out of his cocoon! Let us guide you to the light, and in return we shall tear open the sinners upon this earth with our mandibles of holy gold."
Today they turned their backs on us. The last ray of sunshine went out. It should have gone years ago. I wish it had.
Today as I left my flaming church and the stink of burning flesh, I heard their soft, cruel laughter. Like the grating cries of a summer cicada, like the beating of thousands of freshly dried wings.
They feasted upon our cattle, ripped mothers from their children, and waylaid our men with the slightest touch of their sickle-like arms of death. They ate and ate until their porcelain faces were caked in red, until their once beautiful shrouds dripped with the entrails of their feverish followers. Sitting here writing this I cannot even hope to convey the unearthly horrors they committed. Whether on behalf of our Lord or not, I shall know very soon. I hear them still, circling like vultures around my roof. They tap on the glass curiously. I have not eaten in a while. Their song seems so inviting.
I think I will join them.
🌞 FIN 🌝
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