Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
"Cute name.. aint that the name of the small weather town nearby?" he takes a sip of coffee, offering them bacon as he notices they haven't ordered yet.
He takes the bacon
"Anyway... I'm gonna go take a nap soon.. unless you wanna.. hang out?"
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Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
I want to throw my Basil at this dude
*Basil Foster will eat the dude XD*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Don't look at me like that, it makes me feel bad..."
"I wish yours could be, but I was lucky enough to get a terrible job that's simple, not everyone can."
Once he's done, sweating slightly as the dirt expands for miles, he turns to them "What next?"
"I feel bad too, because I wanna say its not your fault, but how can I?..."
"I just flick a switch when it's time for summer, basically." he shrugs
"We need to dig some small holes for the seeds. with your finger." she adds hastily.
"You shouldn't feel bad, I just... I ran when the rest of them fought, I said I was ready but I wasn't."
"I could never be a god though, that's too much pressure for someone who just has a dog."
He chuckles, leaning down and making some small holes with his finger, "I've done this part before, replanting trees I've destroyed."
"And you lived because you knew you weren't ready."
"It's actually pretty chill."
"I wasn't sure." she chuckles, helping him.
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"Cute name.. aint that the name of the small weather town nearby?" he takes a sip of coffee, offering them bacon as he notices they haven't ordered yet.
He takes the bacon
"Anyway... I'm gonna go take a nap soon.. unless you wanna.. hang out?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Cute name.. aint that the name of the small weather town nearby?" he takes a sip of coffee, offering them bacon as he notices they haven't ordered yet.
He takes the bacon
"Anyway... I'm gonna go take a nap soon.. unless you wanna.. hang out?"
"Sure! Where do ya wanna hang out?"
"I dunno... somewhere comfy and quiet."
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Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
I want to throw my Basil at this dude
*Basil Foster will eat the dude XD*
*Nah. Basil wants to help people and is a diplomat. The twink will try and help the dude but stop him from crimes. And if that don't work, teleport 1000 ft away within 4 seconds
"And you lived because you knew you weren't ready."
"It's actually pretty chill."
"I wasn't sure." she chuckles, helping him.
She considers that for a moment, before giving them a kiss "I guess you're right."
After a moment, Max jumps out of the pool "Looks like Max is ready to go, he needs food anyway. Nice meeting you."
Once that's done he takes some ash, putting it on the holes, "I imagine we need to make seeds?"
"And, now you're mine~" she kisses back.
"Nice meeting you, too. come back anytime."
"You're a quick learner." she smiles.
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"Anyway... I'm gonna go take a nap soon.. unless you wanna.. hang out?"
"Sure! Where do ya wanna hang out?"
"I dunno... somewhere comfy and quiet."
"Hmmm" He thinks for a moment "What about a resort or some place?"
"You know any place like that?" he pushes his plate away, finished. He lays his head in his arms that are resting on the bar.
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Basil Foster, a name that sets fear into even the bravest of men down in the south. A criminal of sorts, though if you use that term when addressing him.. you may want to hide for the rest of your life. The patience of a saint and a fuse shorter than most sticks of dynamite, Basil has been wanted for many crimes. His first time was for arson when he burnt down the Mayor's home one summer night, the earliest time has been for murder as he publicly hung a corrupt politician who squandered money from the good folks who worked hard to earn their daily bread. He seems himself a vigilante but can you call someone that if they still take a man's life without batting an eye?
Standing 5'11 with skin that is tanned from the sun and scarred with bullet wounds, whip lashing, bladed stabs, and even a chemical burn on his left shoulder. His eyes resemblance the foggy mornings, a light grey color flecked with bits of blue. He has short, but somewhat well kept brown hair that follows down his chin to a scruffy beard. His teeth aren't like a normal man's, no, they are sharp and canine in a way. On his neck is a tattoo resembling a chain loop, always going and never ending.
Basil, currently on the run from the law, has somehow ended up in Lord's Rest. Posters for his arrest have been set up around town, folks from down south hunting him for a mighty fine reward. Little do they know that the man they seek is hiding in the woods, deep from eyes that might pry.
He sits before a campfire, his horse tied up to a tree as it munches away on grass. Basil stares at the fire, his right hand propping up his head as he watches the flames lick at the wooden logs.
A pair of pale orange eyes cut through the darkness and smoke as soft, melodic clinking can be heard.
A strugel with red spirals on his cheeks walks over, dressed in plate armor and a metal top hat. He is armed with an appropriately small axe and shield, all made of strange and beautiful black metal with silvery spiral patterns worked into the steel. He tips his hat to Basil and offers the horse a sugar cube.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I want to throw my Basil at this dude
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Anyway... I'm gonna go take a nap soon.. unless you wanna.. hang out?"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"You shouldn't feel bad, I just... I ran when the rest of them fought, I said I was ready but I wasn't."
"I could never be a god though, that's too much pressure for someone who just has a dog."
He chuckles, leaning down and making some small holes with his finger, "I've done this part before, replanting trees I've destroyed."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Basil Foster will eat the dude XD*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"And you lived because you knew you weren't ready."
"It's actually pretty chill."
"I wasn't sure." she chuckles, helping him.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Sure! Where do ya wanna hang out?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*imma tired*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I dunno... somewhere comfy and quiet."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She considers that for a moment, before giving them a kiss "I guess you're right."
After a moment, Max jumps out of the pool "Looks like Max is ready to go, he needs food anyway. Nice meeting you."
Once that's done he takes some ash, putting it on the holes, "I imagine we need to make seeds?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Nah. Basil wants to help people and is a diplomat. The twink will try and help the dude but stop him from crimes. And if that don't work, teleport 1000 ft away within 4 seconds
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*We all are, sorry you are too.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hmmm" He thinks for a moment "What about a resort or some place?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*one of the best parts about having artist friends is not having to pay for character art :>*
*oh, and also the friendship.*
"And, now you're mine~" she kisses back.
"Nice meeting you, too. come back anytime."
"You're a quick learner." she smiles.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*That is very true, I can't draw, but one of my friends can, and I simply ask them, and they are kind enough to oblige.*
*Also I do like friendship.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You know any place like that?" he pushes his plate away, finished. He lays his head in his arms that are resting on the bar.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
A pair of pale orange eyes cut through the darkness and smoke as soft, melodic clinking can be heard.
A strugel with red spirals on his cheeks walks over, dressed in plate armor and a metal top hat. He is armed with an appropriately small axe and shield, all made of strange and beautiful black metal with silvery spiral patterns worked into the steel. He tips his hat to Basil and offers the horse a sugar cube.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Uh... no" they chuckle a bit
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She cups the sides of their face, holding them in a long kiss.
"I'll try to." He begins walking off, Max leading him. (Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
He tries to manifest seeds, suddenly holding a pouch of mixed seeds the size of his hand. He begins putting them in the holes.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)