Basil In A Suit - Suit On Basil

Basil in a suit - suit on Basil

A quick, silly little doodle of him in a suit :)

jawlines are always the hardest, someday they'll be consistent, trust

Sweet intro 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

INTRO !

THE PRINCESS HAS ARRIVED !

Royalty has descended from the skies! What will she do now, DREAMER?

Welcome! I'm the creator of WENDY, my OMORI OC that I love with all my heart!

Feel free to ask questions about WENDY and myself. I am also open to any OMORI related drawing requests that range from doodles to mostly rendered pieces ! (i highly recommend and appreciate them)

DNI ! If you dislike and/or are uncomfortable with oc x canon or any ships in OMORI as I like indulging in my own ship art and repost them quite often. As long as you're not going to be publicly uncomfortable about my oc and opinions, we're fine <3

I am super open to anything! Art collabs, projects, art moots, probably everything. If you're unsure, go ahead and ask! I mostly do art but I'm exploring animation, voice acting, and music if you're interested :3

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Reposts are appreciated !

Flower 4 my moots :]

Queen Glory!

So I tried to write something

It might be poorly written idk I've never finished personal creative writing projects

It's the incident so OMORI spoilers, but it's somewhat different; very, very loosely inspired by @woodchipp's omori rewrite and their comments about the game, forgive me if I didn't do anyone's vision justice

It's also supposed to be the timeline that Lyra (my oc) lives in, even though she's not actually existing in this specific thing

And this is supposed to function as a screenplay for the animation I was making!! It won't be exactly the same, but I thought writing a narrative to get an idea of what would happen in the animation would be easier than writing a screenplay or making a storyboard. so. We'll see if I was actually onto something

The thing here (2436 words) ↓

Days. Weeks. Months. Months of playing the violin, unable to spend time with his friends as he pressed down on the strings until his fingers hurt, listened to Mari’s scolding and her biting remarks about his playing posture, his timing here, the pitch there, almost every practice, and every single day the month of the recital. It had seemed like a fun project initially, just something for him to do with his big sister, to be close to her. But it had quickly become something that kept him away from Basil, from Aubrey… from everyone else all because he wasn’t good enough, according to his parents, according to even Mari. And he was forced to spend hours upon hours laboriously playing his instrument to make up for his shortcomings.

Wandering around the piano room after a particularly poor run-through of the duet that had left Mari counting to ten as she sat with her fingers clenched tightly around the edge of the piano bench, he gazed down at the calendar that sat on a table in the corner of the room. Big, red X’s drawn in marker crossed out each day of the month, up until October 25th, where the word “RECITAL” was circled. Today. It should feel exciting, shouldn’t it? Finally getting to show off how hard he and his sister had practiced to perform such a beautiful piece? So why didn’t it? Why was it so stressful? Why was Mari giving him such angry looks, instead of being proud of him? He’d agreed to do the duet for her, to make her happy. With how things were going, it looked like he had failed, and he was going to be a disappointment. Again. He suppressed a sigh as Mari spoke up, her voice strained in her effort to maintain a facade of serenity.

“Let’s try again, okay, Sunny?”

Nodding reluctantly, he turned around, his feet dragging on the floor slightly as he made his way back to the piano, taking his violin and bow into his hands from where the instrument sat on top of the grand piano Mari had slammed her hands onto in a bout of anger just minutes ago. 

“One more time before we have to change into our recital clothes,” she murmured, her voice comparable to a silk ribbon stretched taught. 

As Mari rested her fingers on the ivory keys in front of her, he raised his violin, tucking the Guarneri chin rest under his chin and preparing himself for another playthrough of the duet. Surely they'd get it right this time.

No more than a dozen beats in, he heard Mari hit a key a half-step off, throwing him off and making his bow screech horrifically against the strings. His sister yelled in frustration, her hands balled up into fists as she slammed them down on the piano, the discordant notes hurting his ears as she gave up on pretending to be calm.

“Goddamnit Sunny! Can't you play without screwing up?!” 

Wait, that wasn't fair. He heard her mess up first! He quickly tucked his violin and bow under his arm to free up his hands, raising them to protest. But his effort to communicate was futile as Mari turned away from him, storming out of the piano room.

He scrambled after her. Did he make her too mad this time? Was it truly his fault? He thought he had been doing a good job, making his friends happy. Why wasn't she? Didn't she see that he was trying? 

As he chased after her, up the stairs, he gripped his violin tightly. Maybe he could show her that he really was good. Twisting to face her as he reached the top of the stairs, his bow slipped out from between his elbow and side, clattering as it fell down the wooden stairwell. So much for that idea. It only seemed to enrage Mari further as she glared at him.

“Why have you come up here? To ruin things further? The recital is going to be a failure, and it'll be your fault! I've tried so hard, and nothing is working! Don't you get that all our friends are counting on us? Don't you know how disappointed they will be when they hear how nothing is perfect, nothing is how it should be? It's your fault! It's- I've been patient! I've been trying so hard to tolerate your clumsiness, your mistakes! You're ruining everything! This is because of how often you ask to see Basil, see Kel, see Aubrey! You need to stop being so childish, distracting yourself! Be serious for once! They don't want you around if you can't show them that you're useful! That you can do anything right!” she shrieked at him.

He felt himself flinch violently at her outburst. This wasn't Mari. Mari doesn't yell at him like this, right? He was trying, he really was. But he wanted to hang out with his friends. Did she have a point? Would they not like him if he messed up at the recital? He would be a failure. A pathetic, useless disappointment. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Mari continued to berate him.

“Dad is right! You're not good enough! You don't work hard enough! You'll never be enough! Sometimes it feels like everything would be easier for everyone if you just disappeared!”

That wrenched a gasp out of him. Surely she didn't mean that. His own sister. His big sister, who comforted him when he woke up from nightmares. Who defended him from his father's criticism, his judgment. Who told him he was perfect in his own way, and didn't have to change himself if he didn't want to. Who was loved by and loved everyone like she was their own mother. Why was she being like this? Was it because of the recital? Was it truly his fault? It couldn't be! Right? His heart pounded violently against his chest as if it was fighting to rip out of his flesh. He could hear the remarks of his parents stabbing into him alongside Mari's yelling.

“Worthless.”

“If only you were normal.”

“You ruin everything you touch.”

“It's pointless to pretend that you can be anything like Mari.”

“You don't truly matter to your friends.”

“Why can’t you something useful for a change, instead of being pathetic?”

He didn't want to listen to any of it anymore. The hate, the pain. He wanted it gone! His mind whirled as he tried to keep a hint of a grip on himself, his big sister's shouts fading slightly as he realized what the problem surely must be. 

The violin. The damned violin. If only he had refused to play it from the start. If only everything stayed the same, then he would be with his friends right now, not listening to Mari’s curses. She was yelling at him because of the violin, too. It would be better to just get rid of it. 

Without any further thought, he promptly threw the violin down the stairs, feeling a vague sense of satisfaction as he heard the wood splinter and crack. He wouldn't have to play it anymore. Then- then Mari would stop yelling at him, right? His parents would scold him less.

“Sunny, what the fuck did you do?! What have you done? Everyone worked so hard to get that just for you, and you threw it all away! What is wrong with you?! You're sick! You're broken! You keep making everything worse!” 

Mari's voice ripped through the thin veneer of hope he had felt, filling him with guilt instead. The tears that had been threatening to fall could be contained no longer, cascading down his face. He really did ruin everything. Maybe he shouldn't be here at all. He raised a fist to his chest to apologize.

“Don't- stop doing that!” 

Mari grabbed his wrists, keeping him from signing.

“Talk out loud, like a normal person! I'm sick and tired of pandering to your stupid mutism! You can talk! Can't you be good at something, instead of making life harder for everyone?”

His mouth opened, but no sound came out, his throat constricting as his pulse echoed loudly in his ears. Why was she doing this? Didn't she understand how hard it was for him to speak? He couldn't answer, not without his hands. Why wouldn't she let go? He wanted her to let go!

In a burst of panic, he shoved her away as hard as he could, yanking his hands out of her grip. He was about to bring the side of his hand down on his other palm in a “stop”, before he saw Mari's bad knee give out, making her stumble more than most people would, resulting in her crashing down on the hard, wooden floor.

His eyes widened as he saw the pain in his big sister's eyes. It really was his fault. Everything was his fault. Bringing his fist to his chest, he said sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean to hurt her. But as he stepped forward to help her up, she pulled herself back, away from him.

“Get out,” she ordered, her harsh tone near inaudible.

He brought his index fingers together close to his chest and moved them away from each other a small amount in a gesture of protest.

“Get out! I don't want to see you here! Everything is ruined, I am ruined, why- just leave me alone!” Mari’s voice rose shrilly, prompting him to stumble down the stairs, barely avoiding face-planting into the ruined violin at the base of the steps as he dashed to the front of the house and yanked open the front door as fast as he could, not bothering to slip shoes on before sprinting out onto the sidewalk, trembling violently as he gasped for breath.

It was his fault. It was his fault. It was his fault his fault his fault his fault. Ruiner of everything, failure to everyone, someone who should just die. 

He shivered against the cold October air, a silent sob escaping his lips as he ran down the street, almost hoping that a car would hit him as he ran across a road, towards the park. The playground. To the good memories, where all he knew was smiles and laughter from his big sister, not screaming and shouting. 

Sitting on the freezing ground with his knees to his chest inside the big metal cat in the playground, it was almost easy to pretend that nothing had happened. That he had imagined breaking his violin, imagined how angry Mari was with him. He was just enjoying the weather right now. That was why he was outside. That was all. No other reason. If he went back home now, surely everything would be just fine, and his big sister would be there with a big smile, to hug him and tell him that she loved him. Surely. But maybe it wouldn't hurt to wait a bit longer to return. 

As the sky darkened after what could have been hours or mere minutes, the chill from the atmosphere seeped into his bones. Maybe he had had enough fresh air for now. He had a recital to get to, didn't he? Yes, that sounded about right.

Pushing himself to his feet, he shuffled out of the park, trying to ignore how the wet grass beneath his feet soaked his socks. They'd be ruined by the time he got home… oh well. He could get another pair. 

He nearly walked into oncoming traffic on the way back. Odd, wasn't it? No, it shouldn't be. He should ignore it. Nothing was odd. The flashing red and blue lights hurt his eyes but he tried to pretend that they weren't there. Because everything was normal, and everything was okay!

There were cars in front of his house. Police cars. An ambulance. What were they doing here? Surely nothing had happened? Fighting down the rising dread, he squeezed his eyes shut, desperately brainstorming a harmless reason they were here. False alarm, maybe? If it was a false alarm, then why did he hear sobbing from the backyard? Reopening his eyes, he took shaky steps towards the voices. Unfamiliar for the most part, save for Hero’s wailing. Why was he wailing? What for? 

Getting to the backyard hardly made the situation any more lucid as he was immediately caught in the embrace of a blond. Oh. What was Basil doing here? 

“Where have you been? We were so worried about you,” Basil was saying. “I’m so sorry…”

Sorry about what? Everything was fine! He craned his neck to try to see past his friend, to where policemen surrounded one of the trees. His head felt fuzzy. Almost like being dizzy, but without the spinning. He tapped on Basil’s spine in a request to be let go. Basil only tightened his grip.

“You don’t want to see it. It’s- it’s…” 

His best friend’s expression made him faintly nauseous. His attempt to maintain some semblance of positivity crumbled. What was going on? He struggled against Basil’s grip until he was free, skidding on the wet grass as he came to a halt in front of the tree, where he could finally see what had happened. 

He wanted to vomit. He felt so sick. Mari hung from the tree, her hair obscuring her face as she swayed gently in the wind. She had been yelling at him the last time he saw her alive. He felt an inkling of relief before he stamped it down with disgust. Relief? He killed his sister! The realization struck him like a bat to the head. He’d done this. This was his fault. He brought her to this point. He really did make everything worse. He barely felt Basil’s hand on his shoulder as he fell to his knees, rubbing his fist against his chest in a hopeless attempt to apologize to someone who would never forgive him.

He didn’t know how long he’d been apologizing before he was pulled away from his sister, his friends’ tear-streaked faces crowding around him as they all tried to comfort each other amidst the shock and anguish. He didn’t deserve their comfort. They would hate him if they knew how he’d hurt his big sister, drove her to string herself up on that tree. 

Glancing back to see her one last time, he saw one of her sightless eyes peering through the curtain of ebony hair, the wretched view searing itself into his mind as he quickly turned away.

So you’re brilliant idea to write something was to make Mari an abusive sister?

You’re a complete idiot and completely out of touch with the characters’ actual personalities.

No wonder this fandom’s a dumpster fire.

I wasn't trying to make her abusive in general, no. I was trying to write the fight as Mari finally snapping, crumbling under the expectations she had built for herself and the expectations she tried to raise Sunny to, leading to her lashing out when it was most stressful for her on the day of the recital. Getting irritated and being more prone to pointing out errors because the duet wasn't "perfect" enough isn't abusive on its own either. Perfectionism can and will wear a person down when they feel that they can't make things right.

I really appreciate the comment about my intelligence /s, but I'd love to hear what in particular was out of character. I admit that I'm not an expert at characterizing characters, especially since this is essentially my first rodeo when it comes to fanfiction.

I get it if you're unsatisfied with how things were portrayed. I'm open to DMing on how I could make things better, if you're willing to step out of anonymity.