Basil Writes Stuff

Basil, 23. Writer (fanfic, poetry, original works). College student. Currently writing about Dragon Age and The Pitt. My asks are always open!

[mothmanthebreadwizard]

Do you have a moment to talk about our liege and saviour the Croaker?

[red-garden]

“Do dishes” and “take out trash” both require the use of a spell slot, vs “use phone” is a cantrip, and brother, I am a level one wizard

[sawed-on-shotgun]

i am of the sincere belief that if ur on ur computer a lot you should visually customize it to high hell and back not just for funsies but also because it has literally made me less depressed before. its kind of like how rearranging your bedroom is good for your brain, yknow. i do stuff like this every few months

[sawed-on-shotgun]

and if anyone wants to follow suit

LIVE WALLPAPER: wallpaper engine. only thing on here that costs any money (its like 5 bucks on steam). im sure theres free alternatives but this one has a lot of presets and stuff so its less hassle and its what i use. might be a bad idea for lower end pcs tho

CUSTOM TASKBAR: retrobar on github (lots of different options)

CUSTOM CURSOR: theres a lot of places to find these, but rw-designer open cursor library is a good place to start

DISCORD: betterdiscord, im using the clearvision v7 theme with a custom background

EXTENSIONS (these are for firefox, might or might not exist on other browsers):

tabliss for the new tab theme

stylus for tumblr -> specifically the 'tumblr - custom dashboard pallette' theme for colors + bg, and this for the pre-twitterifcation layout

enhancer for youtube for custom youtube colors

the browser theme is just one i found on the firefox theme 'store'

[polytrixaf]

dont forget that YOU 🫵 are the backbone of this fandom. oh but im not a- DONT CARE. write a bad fic, draw that silly art, make that tumblr post with your headcannon. oh but i have nothing to share- DONT CARE. kudos that fic, write a nice comment, gush in the tags of a reblog.

YOU 🫵 ARE CREATING A FANDOM SPACE BY EXISTING AROUND AND ENCOURAGING CONTENT CREATION

what YOU 🫵 say has impact. make it a good one.

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Writing prompt? No. Writing much delayed.

[basilwritesstuff]

I will not write your eulogy

I took a shop class once,

where we worked wood,

and I fell in love with pine.

It seemed such a delicate thing,

lightly perfumed with the ghost of sap,

delicate enough that I thought I might be able to bend it with my hands.

I thought it beautiful,

the subtle variegations

like silk, like hair, like something still alive.

You have taken this from me,

though I know you did not mean to,

for you could not try to steal what you did not know.

I once told you about caraway seeds,

and how the Victorians used them in funeral biscuits,

as I knead the dough, I wonder if you knew then.

I wonder if you know how much I think of you,

how I cannot go where I once went without being robbed of breath,

how I have molted into something sadder, less splendid, than I was before.

But of course you don't know. 

You have left me behind,

somewhere I cannot follow, for I am no Orpheus, to drag you back to me with honeyed words.

This is all I will ever be able to do, immortalize you with my pen, pray at the pine-slab altar of our archived messages. It will never be enough.

[funstyle]

Im always like "i will not add my two cents. i will not add my two cents" but i cant lie the pennies are getting sweaty in my hand

[gyrovagi]

the problem with employment is it gives you money to purchase video games but it takes away your time to play video games. Mao spoke of this

[walmartnoodle]

Wdym you hate Stratt? Without her you don’t get a story

[basilwritesstuff]

Letters to Grace

Stratt is determined not to break under the weight of her decisions. But nothing could have been so painful as sending her soulmate to space. To cope, she writes letters.

I dream of space, of the two of us lying in matching comas, entombed in our once-and-future mausoleum. I dream of being a bomb poised to fall above the Sahara. I would not call these nightmares, for I feel I have earned them; my court-mandated therapist tells me this is a needless distinction. I still call them dreams. I wake up, thrashing, with the ink of my tattoo burning. This is acceptable. I deserve no less.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[writingdose]

a writer’s struggle

[excuse-me-thanks]

“i should take a walk for my mental health” boring, tired, i don’t even really wanna do it tbh

“i need to check the perimeter” i need to check the perimeter

[hotvampireadjacent]

The Panera bread wanter

[laceration-d0ll]

“i’ll be your sword” okay. and. and im the sheath right. nnghhhh,,,

[rowanisawriter]

write insane shit that’s way beyond your perceived ability and skill level even if you don’t finish it even if you think it sucks

[basilwritesstuff]

I Will Follow You into the Dark

Kallian Tabris suffers a fatal injury fighting darkspawn. Alistair must pick up the pieces.

Or, an Easter-inspired take on death and resurrection.

Just a 'fun', angsty 3-parter about death, grief, and resurrection. Might make you cry. For fun.

Link here

[memesonnets]

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.