basil

i write and draw. they/them. sometimes there might be stuff here.

[inking-violets]

bi scrivener

because i don’t know How To Tumblr y’all are just gonna get really random things

for tonight’s random thing, check out the pastelly bisexual colored scrivener theme i made!

[inking-violets]

ahem i just looked at that and uh yeah umen stimulus checks do not exist that was from very early planning stages ignore that

[writingbasil]

does shirrdust exist :eyes:

[inking-violets]

i’ll be honest i totally forgot it existed but let’s go with yeah

[basimaree]

my concern is immense but that’s nothing new

[writehanded]

it has been five seconds and I already have no idea how tumblr works

I also just spent time setting up this writing blog instead of writing something for class so things are going well already

[inking-violets]

oh hey mood

[writehanded]

vibing in confusion together

[inking-violets]

you know it

*fingerguns*

[basimaree]

*floats past and fingerguns back at both of you* i relate 

[writes-about-gays-and-dragons]

WIP Intro - Shadows

so this is the WIP that i’m currently drafting, and it’s the one that you might here me rant about the most lol.

Genre: modern-ish fantasy? with a hint of mystery?

Status: currently drafting

Summary: Emersyn Carlin is a very bad assassin, who is in debt to a magical entity called the Shadows. This would be fine if magic and murder were both not illegal. Emersyn wants to be out of debt, and the Shadows want them to stay there. There’s a lot of murder and winged cats and milkshakes.

Characters (always subject to change because pantsing): Emersyn Carlin (Emmy): they/them. they’re the MC and they’re hilarious, sarcastic, and a pretty terrible assassin if i do say so myself. Penny: she/her. she’s around 12, likes her dog named Harvey, and she really wants to not fail geography, and figure out why Emmy has a nose scar. Elisha: she/they. she really wants to figure out who the hell killed her wife and why there’s illegal magic involved. is a news reporter with connections.

First Line/Paragraph: “Gods, I hate murder. It’s just so dirty, and there’s blood, and there’s usually people screaming. Either the ones dying, or the relatives when they find the body. But still, I have to do it. Like a magician. Alive, a blink, and then another dead body with blood pouring out of them.”

What To Expect: - sad gays - winged cats - lots of murder i think - found family -lots of secrets

well i hope this interested you and if you want to follow the progress of this book, let me know by commenting or sending me a message and more should be coming soon!

the current tag for this book is #shadows

[inking-violets]

hello hello this is my intro

hello! i am birdie (she/her pronouns) and i like to write! a lot!

this will be a very random and chaotic tumblr where i occasionally reblog things. or talk about works in progress. who knows! sometimes i am on tumblr a lot and sometimes i am not on tumblr at all. we shall see.

i also do not know how to use tumblr very well! at all! so that’s fun (my main blog is @bird-human)

some fun facts about me:

-my favorite color is blue

-i love to read and listen to music quite a lot

-i am a d&d nerd

-i like both coffee and tea but coffee is better to write with

-chocolate is the best

writing fun facts:

-nanowrimo username: writer-bird

-i tend to write fantasy or science fiction, mainly because researching things and being accurate is Overrated and Hard, and magic systems and world building is Very Fun

-i’ve done both nanowrimo and camp nanowrimo before. i participated and won nano for the first time in 2018

-on the first day of nano 2020 i wrote all 50,000 words! i was then very tired

-i am a planter because i plan things and then immediately abandon said plan

my WIPs:

sketchy angels and demons and grocery stores (working title. obviously) - i wrote half of this during nano 2020 and then finished the first draft in january. i need to start editing it but since it’s around 120,000 words it’s absolutely and utterly terrifying! so i’m not right now. it’s about angels and demons, if you couldn’t guess, and it happens to be very queer. there are also bees.

sand - also a working title! it’s about a bunch of magic people (and some non-magic people) and what happens to them after the government SUPPOSEDLY takes them away to be killed (spoiler alert: they’re not killed)

tgh - this is what i’m going to be writing during camp nanowrimo april. it’s a secret. shhhhh

go follow:

@writes-about-gays-and-dragons​ and @rangerlexi-writes​, who inspired me to make this intro!

[writes-about-gays-and-dragons]

intro into writeblr

hello! you can call me zorro or august! 

-minor  -she/they pronouns  -my favorite genre is fantasy (although i love sci-fi as well)  -i enjoy music, although it seems like my taste in that changes on a daily basis lol. some of the things that i’m interested in now are NENA (a german band just as a heads up), the Oh Hellos (has some christian themes and symbolism as a heads up), and Sam Tinnesz -as you probably guessed above, i am currently working on german, although that won’t be talked about very much on here -i also play violin, and that won’t be talked about very much either but yeah -sometimes i drop off of the face of the earth, don’t be concerned 

writing things

 -i primarily write fantasy, and i love writing things with found family and queer relationships -i have completed nanowrimo (successfully) two times, writing over 100K words in november in 2020 (yay no irl school due to covid, rip grades) -one day i would love to be able to write a contemporary, but i feel like that would require more life experience from me - i am somewhere in between a pantser and a plantser. it depends on the WIP. which means that i almost never know things! which is fun! 

 WIPS

HBD: (yeah it’s the april one so i will just insert details and if you follow then you might not get a lot but you might get some rip maybe i just won’t talk about this one we shall seeee) The Cafe Underside: rereading and revising, it’s about a bodyguard who works in a magical underground city and needs to find her prince’s kidnapper with her girlfriend. there are swords and dragons and probably way too many cafe scenes. Shadows (working title): this is currently a work in progress and it’s about a very bad and unwilling assassin who wants to get of employment from a magical being 

Some of the blogs that I follow/read at the moment are: @aelenko @pens-swords-stuff @the-moving-finger-writes

 feel free to interact with this post! i’m always looking for new writeblrs to follow from my main blog (augustwrites49)

[snonk-shitposts]

@bird-human @jerybird @rangerlexi @queer-eliza @smol-green-angry and anyone else i’m forgetting

i challenge you

to reblog this

with a short poem

with at least one of your characters

being

HAPPY

NO

ANGST

[smol-green-angry]

no.

[basimaree]

There once was a boy with long hair

Who had never fought a brown bear.

He tried and he tried

And also he died

And then Clearris gave him a scare.

[snonk-shitposts-stan]

@snonk-shitposts 💖

[rangerlexi]

may I ask, who and what the hell are you

[basimaree]

i second that ^^^ 

[snonk-shitposts]

it’s a quiet morning in the snonk domestic au household

until there is a crash

emory has slipped on a banana peel

jamie left it on the stairs because he’s a hoe

[basimaree]

seems legit

[rangerlexi]

thank god for online friends

I love you guys sm that I had to tell tumblr

@bird-human @jerybird @seawatermelon @ladiesofdust @helios-sucks @smol-green-angry @queer-eliza also echo jaryn winter finch wren crash I either dont know or remember your guys’s tumblrs and also everyone else I may have forgotten I love you guys you’re amazing I hope we can meet someday

[basimaree]

yes i am very late but i love you all <3<3<3

[findmeinthefallair]

what she says: i love my fictional son

what she means: i have traumatised him badly in my fics or fanart

[basimaree]

whumptober 9: bleeding out

yeah so i don’t like this very much and neither will you <3

content warnings: death and blood and sadness :(((((

I’m bleeding out

So if the last thing that I do

Is bring you down

I’ll bleed out for you

Clearris was in town.

Emory had heard it from the baker when he went to buy bread that morning. “Some businessperson, some elf,” the baker had said, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Ms. Janine down the road said they’re campaigning for magic to be legal in the north!”

He didn’t doubt for an instant that it was Clearris. Verix Clearris was almost certainly the only northern politician who could suggest legalizing magic without causing a riot. His hands had shook as he took the bread from the baker; he’d smiled instead of thanking her, because he just knew that goddamn stutter would sneak out.

When he got home, Felix was pacing in front of the door.

“What happened?” they asked the moment they were both inside. Emory’s flower tattoo was a vibrant purple, and he winced.

“It’s nothing,” he said. And then a moment later, “Clearris,” because he’d decided a while back that the only way he would ever get Felix to be open with him was if he reciprocated.

Felix stiffened. “Emory…”

Emory set the bread down on the countertop. “It’s fine,” he said, looking around for some other way to busy his hands, to keep them from shaking too visibly. He couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at Felix’s wrist. It was wreathed with black flowers. No wonder Felix had been waiting by the door.

“It’s not fine,” they said. 

Emory felt their arms wrap around him from behind; for a moment, just for a moment, he let himself close his eyes, take a shuddering breath. And then he opened them again, gently extracted himself from the hug. “It is. I don’t think they know we live here. It’ll be okay.”

Felix’s brow was still wrinkled, like they didn’t quite believe him. Emory thought that was probably smart of them. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Emory said. He forces a smile onto his face. “I’ll just stay in here all day. I can’t imagine someone like Clearris will be staying here for long.”

“Okay.” Felix bit their lip. “I was supposed to go meet up with Crystar this morning… do you want me to…?”

Emory shook his head, maybe a bit too fast. “No. Go ahead, seriously. I’ll be alright. Clearris doesn’t know how to find me.” Felix opened their mouth, seemingly to argue again, and Emory gave them a gentle shove towards the door. “Don’t worry. Seriously. You’ll know if anything happens, you’ve got the tattoo. It’s okay.”

“I…” Felix grimaced. “I don’t like this.”

“It’s been a year since we saw them last,” Emory said. “If they wanted me, they would have found me already.”

Felix nodded slowly. “Maybe. Just…” They hesitated, and then flung their arms around Emory. “I’m sorry,” they said, voice a bit muffled by his shirt.

Emory hugged them back—don’t cry don’t cry—and nodded. “Don’t be. It’s not like you invited them.”

Felix pulled away and nodded. “Still.” Their trademark smirk came a bit more slowly than usual. “Don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“You’ve got it,” Emory said. “Have fun with Crystar.” And then, on a whim, “Love you.”

Felix looked a bit startled, but they smiled. “Love you too. See you later, Emory.” And then they were gone.

Three hours later, Emory was covered in red.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, staring down at his dripping hands. He’d been shaky all day, and yet for some reason he’d thought it would be a good idea to take care of some home improvement projects. Instead, he had managed to turn them all into home degradation.

The wall, which was supposed to be painted red, was very white. The floor, however, as well as Emory’s shirt and hands, was well-coated in paint. There was even some in his hair, he noticed. The now-empty bucket rolled into a corner and clattered feebly against the wall. 

“Great,” Emory said. Coffee sauntered into the room and meowed loudly, then strolled out again, tail waving lazily.

Sighing, Emory walked outside and pulled his shirt off, dropping it into the trashcan without even trying to get the paint out. He turned the hose on, painting it crimson in the process, and sprayed himself off, shivering under the blast of cold water.

His tattoo

stayed red.

“Wow,” said a voice, and a chill worse than anything the water could give him filled Emory. “Hello, Emory. I didn’t expect this.”

Emory turned around. He was shivering, dripping with water, in the backyard of a tiny house in the woods where he knew, he just knew, nobody would hear him scream. “What did you do to them?”

“To who?” Clearris asked. They looked polished, sharp, smiling that pleasant little smile they sported so often.

“Felix!” Emory snarled, holding up his wrist. The red was swirled with black now, a mixture that made his own gut churn with panic. “Where are they?”

Clearris just kept smiling. “I recognized them right away when I saw them walking down the street. Weak little Worm. It was almost too easy.”

Emory’s breaths were coming too fast as he took a few steps towards Clearris. “Where. Are. They.”

Instead of responding, Clearris stepped closer, until they were just two feet, one foot, away. Slowly, they reached a hand out, ran their fingers over the raised mass of scars thinly disguised beneath the snake tattoo that wound around his arm. “Impressive. You can hardly even see it.”

Emory was shaking, stuck somewhere between utter terror and blind fury, unable to hide it no matter how hard he tried. “BRING ME TO FELIX!”

“Don’t raise your voice,” Clearris said, their own voice perfectly level. 

“Don’t fucking t-tell me what to do,” Emory said. He gritted his teeth at the sound of his own stutter. Don’t let them see it, don’t let them see that you’re weak, don’t don’t don’t don’t—

“Fine,” Clearris said. “I suspect it’s been long enough anyway.” They grinned. “I left them in the woods a couple dozen feet from the lamppost at the end of the road. Good luck!” And just like that, they were gone, strolling back towards the road like they didn’t have a care in the world.

Emory was running almost before he was conscious of it, pushing Clearris to the side as he sprinted towards the street. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, born of panic more than exertion, and he skidded into the woods, almost impaling himself on a low-hanging branch.

Felix was covered in red.

Emory didn’t think it was paint.

“Felix,” he barely managed to gasp out, sinking to his knees next to them, and then that was all he could say, over and over, like somehow he could bring them back to him if he said it enough, like somehow he could stop this please stop it and then—

“Here,” Clearris said. Emory didn’t know when they’d gotten there, but now they stood over him, holding something out. A bloodsteel sword, similar to the one they’d always used for revivals but not quite the same.

Emory was shaking, almost too hard to take the sword. Somehow he managed, though, and then he was sitting over his almost-dead lover with a sword and that didn’t make any fucking sense either.

“You have to choose,” Clearris said. Pleasantly. Just like everything they did.

“Ch-ch-choose what,” Emory spat.

Clearris laughed. “Save them or save yourself.”

It wasn’t even a question, and Clearris knew it.

“How?” he asked. “W-what do I d-do?”

Clearris pondered that for a moment, and then took the sword back. “Here, I’ll help you,” they said. 

Emory watched the flowers on Felix’s wrist flush from black to red.

The sword turned red so slowly, and Emory watched a bit dizzily as Clearris pulled it out of his arm. “And now we transfer,” Clearris said, pleasantly of course, as they stabbed it into Felix’s arm.

The blood drained from the sword more quickly than it had filled it, and just like that, the sword was bluish again. 

Clearris drew it from their arm, and then it was inside Emory again, and it hurt it hurt it hurt it—and then it was out, it was in Felix, and then back in Emory, and back out, and it hurt it hurt and out of the corner of his eye Emory thought he saw Jaydin, but she was dead she’d been dead for ages and he looked down at Felix and they looked like an angel and Clearris stabbed him again and pulled it out and then— 

“EMORY! NO!”

Emory was on the ground—I’m so tired, leave me alone—and Felix’s face was hanging over his, and Emory’s face was wet, with whose tears he didn’t know, and he was so tired

“You idiot, STAY AWAKE!” and Emory had never heard Felix raise their voice like that so he listened as best he could

but he was so tired

and everything hurt

and he barely even felt it when Felix kissed him

and then

he didn’t

feel

anything

at 

all.

[snonk]

tfw when you’re (almost) double killing a character of your own creation with a plan of your creation but it still hurts >_<

[rangerlexi]

tfw you actually kill your character twice rip but at least its not 300 times

[basimaree]

tfw you actually kill your character 300 times rip :’)

[inking-violets]

her first full moon alone

Whumptober no.8

Prompts: abandoned, where did everybody go?

Story under the break

Keep reading

[basimaree]

what was this birdie and why am i sad now :(((((((

[livearound]

picrew tag chain!

@somehow-i-got-an-account @corvid-shtuff @writingvenusian @songsandspells @fiona4269 @manic-pixie-nightmare-enby @smol-green-angry @fereshtehrahimi @alien-visitor and anyone else who wants to!!

[smol-green-angry]

i love this picrew so much

tagging: @bird-human​ @jerybird​ @queer-eliza​ @rangerlexi​ @seawatermelon​ @ladiesofdust​ and anyone else who wants to!

[basimaree]

aw this is so cute :D um yes tagging @ghost-beghostin​ and @winterwanderswrites​ and @iceybiwriter​

[basimaree]

whumptober 5

not sure what happened here but i love and hate it

the first time emory had tried to escape

he was twelve.

he was twelve the second time, too. 

but the first time

he was really twelve.

the second time he was a murderer. he was a thief. he was a danger.

twelve-year-olds aren’t supposed to be dangerous.

the first time, he was small. and he was scared. 

he was twelve

and so

he ran.

he didn’t get very far

before the howling of the

d

o 

g

s

stopped him in his tracks.

there were many of them

and only one of him

and in his mind they weren’t dogs

they were d

                 o

                 g

                 s

they were bigger than life

and they wanted him

and they wanted to kill him

and they wanted

they wanted

they wanted things

that emory did not want.

and he fell to the ground

and the stars were so bright

and the town was so alive

and the d

             o

             g

             s

were so

angry

and that was how they found him.

they were angry, too

but it was a different anger.

they wanted to kill him, too

but they wanted to do it

again

and again

and again

and emory

did not want that either.

but he was twelve

and he was tired

and so

he did 

not

run.

“why are you here,” they asked.

“i was worried,” they said.

they smiled

and it was a smile that said 

they didn’t mean it.

the d

      o

      g

      s

barked.

“come inside,” they said.

they smiled

and it was a smile that said

they would hurt him.

emory

looked up

the sky was so big

and he was so small

and he stood.

“okay,” he said.

“then come along,” they said.

and they walked back towards the house

and they smiled

and it was a smile that said

they had him 

right

where

they 

wanted

him.

and inside

the bed was so warm.

the sword was so cold.

he didn’t know where jay was

and for once

he didn’t care much

either.

“forty-seven,”

they said

and they smiled

and it was a smile that said

nothing more than the words that came with it.

“i like even numbers.”

“don’t you?”

[entertainingfaith]

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

[spacexualkids]

:)

[ladyofthefanart]

REBLOGGING SO HARD.

[too-easily-obsessed]

YOU BETTER FUCKING BELIEVE IM REBLOGGING WTF

[sakuraaa-s]

GET 👏🏼 RID 👏🏼 OF 👏🏼 ACE/AROPHOBIA 👏🏼

[sylveonagainstddlg-deactivated2]

im gonna reblog this everytime i see it ,,

[sjw-hitgirl]

REBLOG THIS ALREADY!

[tante-toska]

*click click click click*

[grumbllleseeker]

Remember to only reblog

[seemeddark101]

🖤🤍💜

[theerraticace]

Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.

[lil-tumbles]

there should be more rb’s