A banner featuring "Bunsil", a lop rabbit character who wears a pink flower on his head. He's mint green and has a halo hanging over his head. Bunsil is cheering. Next to him is the text "Basilpaste", stylized with a flower on the "i" and a halo around the "B".ALT

✿BASIL FUNNY PINNED✿

Hi!!! I’m Basil, but you can also call me Hop or Bow!

I’m an adult, I use He/They/It pronouns (+ an assortment of others if you’re fancy), and I’m a funny little bunny rabbit.

I’m also an artist and a writer! Mostly fandom stuff, but I have a good handful of personal projects too.

A custom divider full of flowers, rabbits, and angel imagery. All in mint green, pastel pink, and yellow.ALT

Links Masterlist:

Ao3

Bluesky

Ko-fi

OSIS Masterpost

STS Masterpost

The same divider as described above.ALT

Tag Masterlist:

#basil babbles - talk tag
#basil paints - art tag
#basil writes - writing tag
#basil answers - ask tag
#basil tunes - music tag
#basil shoots - photography tag
#basils save pile - save tag
#bump bump bump!!! - self rb/art bump tag
#inspo field - inspiration tag

I’ve also got various organizational tags and like. interest tags. usually ending in [tag] or [posting]

I tag potentially triggering content as #cw [content] !

lonelyroommp3
2 hours ago

exiting a uquiz halfway through when it becomes clear the creator's narrow and immature world view and cultural knowledge leaves them totally unequipped to tell me which peanuts character i am with any degree of accuracy or insight

elifinchsart
3 hours ago

people will accept trans masc headcanons regardless of if there’s textual analysis of it or not but if you want to headcanon a character as trans femme you better have a ten page essay and word of god to back you up or else you’ll be accused of stealing representation from every other demographic or creating problematic representation since your one headcanon doesnt fully encapsulate every possible trans femme experience

dragon-in-a-fez
3 hours ago

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.