#Basavi

[marosii-on-the-side]

the most wholesome military unit🥹

[moonofatallon]

Boom im back with more Ocean's Echo fanart <3

this time Basavi and Istara are also here >:)

i love it when silly little space crews

BONUS ! Sketch of Surit showing Tennal a frog because he promised him he would take him the rivers <3

this was gonna be an additional little doodle to the fanart above but i like it so much im just gonna turn it into a full ass drawing haha so i'll leave you with this W.I.P :)

[ninfettin]

Se è visto come un argomento leggero non ci vedo nulla di male :) mi chiedevo soltanto se basavi le tue scelte sull’astrologia o meno…

Forse non ho mai colto l’ironia in queste occasioni, sorry

nessuno sa mai cogliere l'ironia di noi capricorno

[elliepassmore]

Ocean’s Echo review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: sci-fi, political intrigue, dual POVs, disaster gays, space opera, LGBTQ+ Big thanks to Netgalley, Tor, and the author for an ARC in exchange for an honest review! This book definitely delivers on the promises made in the synopsis. We get an overly disastrous Tennal, a too-good-for-people Surit, a sketchy military mission, mixed feelings on parents, political intrigue, and war. I was actually somewhat surprised the war mentioned in the synopsis happened, I feel like a lot of time the heroes 'save the day' or are conveniently somewhere else when that sort of things happens, but nope. Tennal and Surit are straight in the middle of it, and in ways they can't even imagine. Tennal was definitely an interesting character. He is a disaster, but it also kind of just feels like he either needs help or a goal for his life. He's the kind of disaster that comes from being lost and not knowing what to do about it. At the same time, the self-destructive tendencies and acerbic wit and dramatics are just a natural part of his personality, so the whole 'disaster' thing kind of radiates off him even when he's not actively being one. That being said, I did enjoy being in his mind, and he's a lot better of a person than he gives himself credit for. Smarter too. Surit is someone that I initially wasn't sure I'd like. He is a goody two shoes, working hard to follow the rules both because he thinks he should and to make up for the actions of his mother, Marit. I'm not really a huge fan of people who follow the rules simply because they're rules, but Surit ended up surprising me and not only did he break the law in refusing his orders (however secretively they were refused), but he continues to flout the rules when the morally correct thing requires it of him. Despite all this, and the many accomplishments he has and racks up, Surit's the kind of character who downplays their own skills and questions their abilities. It's an interesting thing to see since Tennal definitely sees how much Surit's achieved and then we'll be in Surit's head and he won't always realize it. Despite the fact that Tennal and Surit are basically opposites, they work well together as partners, friends, and lovers. They're each able to contribute something and are willing to work together, and neither of them are so stuck up in themselves that they don't recognize the abilities and intelligence of the other. The romance is definitely on the slower side of things, but for a specific reason, and you definitely still get flashes of it throughout the book. I liked the side characters in this as well. Tennal's younger sister, Zin, is far more polite and diplomatic than he is, but just as willing to fuck shit up, especially if she thinks the government (or anyone, I suppose) is doing something it shouldn't be. Basavi is one of the pilot's in Tennal and Surit's unit. She's kind of quiet, but she's a solid friend and proves to be a good person to have as backup. Istara is another pilot in the unit and is another person who proves to be a good friend and backup, but they're also far more sarcastic and prone to teasing insults (and sometimes straight insults). I very much enjoyed Tennal's friendship with both of them, and his interactions with Istara are particularly amusing. One thing that kind of bugged me throughout the book, but does get answered, is why Readers are considered the dangerous/bad ones when Architects can literally control you, albeit for only short periods. It seems odd to me that the mind reader is considered more threatening than the mind controller. Again, this is answered in the book (kind of toward the end), but I also wonder how bunches of people weren't asking this same thing, especially since some time had passed since their creation and the propaganda has (I think?) died down. The web of what's going on in this book is much larger than first glance. It definitely just feels like it might be a run-of-the-mill space adventure with two people faking it until they make it (and falling in love along the way) until Tennal and Surit actually get to the 'retrieval' part of their mission...and then everything kind of explodes. The politics is embedded in everything, and a number of the factions have similar goals. I enjoyed how everything came together around the beginning of the climax, as well as the absolute chaos that followed it. There were definitely some moments when I was concerned for Surit and Tennal. I hope there's going to be another book in this world because I desperately want to see how Tennal, Surit, and co. interact and deal with the people on the other side of the Link. I imagine it would be very interesting and very chaotic. I'm 100% planning on reading Winter's Orbit now. I've been meaning to for a while, but this is a good kick for me to actually go and do it!

[tobeathief]

Prophecies and Spiky Cats Chapter 3: Also available to read on Ao3, fanfiction.net and wattpad

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Two weeks had passed since Sabetha had decided to leave Karthain, to leave Locke and Jean, at the strong encouragement of Patience. The ship's crew had taken to calling her the demon tamer, due to the fact she would scarcely be seen on deck without Locke, the little cat she had adopted, around her neck.

He refused to go near anyone else and would hiss and scratch at them if they so much as looked at him the wrong way, a fact Sabetha felt very amused by. The cat kept any would-be handsy sailors well out of her path, and for that, she was very very thankful.

They were just south-east of the Sea of Brass when a storm picked up around the ship, whipping the deck into chaos. These past weeks had been a leisurely cruise, idyllic weather every day, that with the quickness that this storm came in, it could only be God's given.

The ship was quickly turned into chaos and Sabetha didn't know what to do. For the first time in her life, she was in a situation she didn't have any skills in. She didn't know how to hoist the mainsails or man the wheel.

Her hair was whipping in her face, drenched by the cold rain and seawater, as she noticed the lifeboats clattering cautiously in the wind. Thunder rumbled all around her and mixed with the shouts and screams of the crew.

Locke was wrapped frightened around her neck, hiding in her hair. His claws digging into the sensitive skin there, Sabetha tried not to grimace. One of the sailors rushed past her, knocking her to her knees on the wet deck as a bolt of lightning split the sky and hit one of the ropes of the lifeboats, breaking it effortlessly. The lifeboat began to sway with the force, and dangling by one rope, started swinging dangerously close to the crew's oblivious heads.

Sabetha scrambled to her feet, Locke still firmly fixed on her neck and raced for the snapped rope. She leaned over the railing grasping for it as the ship swayed and creaked beneath her feet. After a few perilous tries, Sabetha succeeded, pulling the rope down just in time for the lifeboat to swing up and narrowly miss decapitating Solus Volantyne. He clutched his chest in shock as in his worried state trying to keep the crew in order, he hadn't seen it swinging for him.

"I owe you my life Verena," he remarked as Sabetha struggled with the rope.

"Don't thank me yet."

Volantyne then continued to shout orders at his terrified crew, and Sabetha was left to wrestle the rope herself. The rope creaked and strained, burning her hands as it tried to pull out of her grasp. Sabetha bit her lip with the strain, and Locke yowled in fear.

Another big wave crashed onto the ship, drenching Sabetha and Locke to the bone. The cat let out another yowl. In the shock, the rope began to pull again, finally slipping out of Sabetha's grasp. "NO!" she shouted, reaching over the railing again. Another wave crashed on the deck and washed Sabetha over with it.

She hit the water with a painful splash. The ice-cold water biting her as she struggled to stay afloat. Locke was miraculously still attached to her, stiff and shivering, tension down his long body. Sabetha tried to shout up, but the commotion was too load, the storm too violent. Nobody could hear her. So she continued to kick uselessly at the water. A few metres away something else fell into the water, causing another splash to coat the pair. The lifeboat Sabetha had been wrestling with.

Sabetha tried not to think too much as she felt something rub up against her leg and paddled for the empty boat. Reaching the side, she grasped ungracefully for the rim. The hardwood pinched her palms as she struggled to pull her weight up into the boat. After a few useless pulls, she finally did it, and woman and cat splattered into the hull.

Locke was shaking and was no doubt as scared and wet as she was. He was wide-eyed and his fur was sticking in all directions. Both hacked up seawater immediately, the feeling of it burning Sabetha's throat, and then collapsed in a heap.

When she had caught her breath, Sabetha again tried to shout and signal the crew on the ship. She cautiously stood up on shaky feet and waved her arms about, pleading for anyone to notice her, but no one did. And they were drifting further and further away. Locke yowled an even uglier sound and hide beneath one of the benches as they watched another bolt of lightning hit the Volantyne's Resolve, setting fire to one of the mainsails.

"Shit. Shit!" Sabetha cursed, shouting again with all the air in her lungs. She continued shouting until her voice was coarse, and the Volantyne's Resolve was too far out into the horizon. She collapsed back into the hull and coughed again. This time blood spattered onto her and wiping her mouth decided it was in her best interest to ignore that.

Locke looked at her nervously from his hiding place and she just sighed, before everything went dark.

Sabetha woke up to burning hot sunshine, and with Locke nervously licking and nipping at her face. She brushed him off and he let out an excited and relieved meow in response. Her neck and shoulders killed from where Locke had been digging his claws in for so long, and her whole body ached. She could barely move.

The calm ocean was a mockery to what it had been the night before, and no ship could be seen as far as Sabetha could see off into the horizon. They were well and truly lost at sea.

It served her right. She should have stayed with Locke and Jean, discarded Patience's words. At least then she might have been able to die with her family. She had run to protect a future she will no doubt not get. She would have been a useless mother anyway. She's too stubborn and aggressive to ever hope to be the calm and caring mother she hoped to be.

Patience had tricked her. And she fell headfirst for it. Locke yowled and started to bite at her hand. He was no doubt still frightened and hungry. She was too. But this was how they were to die. Miles from home, from the man she loved. In an empty boat with a grumpy cat. If she was to die first, the cat would no doubt eat her. By the time anyone came across her corpse, it will be half-rotted and mauled. Completely unrecognisable.

Locke will no doubt think she had abandoned him forever, found a wealthy man and lived a wild life. He'll no doubt die alone and cold and bitter. Cursing her name in his last dying breath.

Jean would hate her. That she knew. Hate her for the pain she will have caused his particular friend who he is devoted too so tenderly. A devotion that caused ice to form in her heart.

That second night was one of the worst. One she spent the whole time awake. Locke had propped himself up on the edge of the boat and tried to drink the seawater, but she battered him down telling him how dangerous it was.

In the early glow of the morning, Sabetha spent a few hours trying to grab a curious fish to eat. Eventually, she succeeded, but it was barely longer than her finger. She fed it to Locke. He needed it more than her.

As the third night crawled in, cold wrapped itself around the boat. Locke snuggled into her for any remaining warmth, and they laid curled up shivering.

By the fourth morning, and the blistering heat, Sabetha drank the seawater.

The fifth morning, Sabetha woke to shouting and banging. Locke was freaking out, yowling with all his little lungs could muster. Sabetha sat up groggily to be face to face with a pirate and she yelped.

"I'd be damned Captain. The redhead is alive!" Sabetha tried to shuffle back only to notice she was stuck in her little lifeboat surrounded by pirates. Sabetha threw up once again, seawater coating her shivering form. The last thing she saw was a striking woman, with black skin and braided hair, rings pierced the arch of her ear and her eyes burrowed into Sabetha's soul, and then everything went blank.

Sabetha awoke in a cabin. Not as lavish as her one of the Volantyne's resolve, but smart and cosy enough. She could feel a little hand stroking her head and for a minute she thought it might be the little cat. To her surprise when she opened her eyes, two pairs of striking young eyes stared down at her, Sabetha sat up with a start.

"Ok, give her space now you two." The children backed off immediately and sat legs crossed about a metre away patiently. "I hope you don't mind, they were worried about you and I've been trying to teach them about medicine." Sabetha shook her head. The owner of the voice was the woman she has seen before she had passed out, but Sabetha had been sure she was the Captain, why would she be nursing her? "Now drink this." Before Sabetha could argue, a cold sour liquid was forced down her throat. It was probably one of the worse things she had ever drunk, and she gagged. "Ah ah ah," the woman warned, "don't go throwing that up in my lovely cabin, I won't be able to get the smell out for weeks, and it's good for you, you need the nutrients.

"How long have I been out?" Sabetha said, the sound coming out a raspy whisper.

"A few days. You have woken up a few times like this, I've shoved this tonic down your throat, and you've fallen back asleep. Something I suggest you do again."

"What about the cat I was with, he's mostly black and he's got a little dot of white on his neck."

"The cat is safe too. Already running the mice on board wild."  

Sabetha smiled in relief and let herself slip back into sleep.

It had been a week since she had initially woken up on the ship when Sabetha had enough strength to take a walk up onto the deck. As she pushed open the door, she was momentarily blinded by the brightness of the sky and swayed unsteadily on her feet.

"Oh, steady their redhead, don't want you falling overboard when we've just fixed ya up." It was the pirate she saw when she first awoke. She stood about an inch shorter than Sabetha and had light brown skin with cropped dark hair. Her eyes were the beautiful green of seawater, and her face was slightly flushed with the sun.

"Thank you," Sabetha said, rather breathlessly gripping onto the arm she held out for her.

"The names Asha, I'm the second mate on the Poison Orchid, nice to meet you," Sabetha smiled. It was welcoming to have a friendly face and Sabetha was put at ease.

"I'm Sabetha." Before she could stop herself, her true name slipped out of her throat, she cursed herself for being so clumsy and hoped it wouldn't come back to haunt her.

"Sabetha…" Asha let the name roll on her tongue a few times, "unusual."

"Uh, thanks," Sabetha replied, still squinting in the brightness of the sun.

"Want to take a turn around the deck with me and then go and eat something?"

"I've already had my tonic today."

"I don't mean that corpse shit, I mean some proper food. We haven't long stopped off at shore, so we've got stocks of it, and it's more than just ships crackers!"

Sabetha smiled again, "That sounds great." Asha linked her arms through hers and took her for a walk around the ship. Asha muttered on about all the different parts and where not to go, as well as the latest crew gossip. Sabetha smiled a real smile for the first time in a while. It had been a very long time since she had had a friend like this.

Memories of her times with Nazca at the last mistake, sat on the roof drinking brandy filled her mind. They would both talk over each other in an excited rumble Sabetha was surprised they ever understood each other. Nazca would talk about her brothers, and her dream to be Capa one day and laugh about all of the men who would hit on her to try and win her father's favour. Nazca had only told Sabetha as far as she knew that she was only interested in women. She kept it a secret from her father and brothers and though they loved her very much, she knew it would go down like a sinking ship. If she was to be Capa, she needed to have children to pass on the legacy. Something Nazca had no interest in doing.

Nazca often told her about her dalliances with women. They were frequent, and rarely with the same person. Sabetha often thought that Nazca might have a sex life to rival that of the Sanza's. She'd even slept with both of the Berangia sisters. To think they caused her father's death filled Sabetha's stomach with disgust. To think they were flirting with Nazca while plotting her father's death. They deserved the death they got at the wrong end of Jean's hatchets.

"Are you ok? You've gone all glassy-eyed?" Asha said, breaking a roll of bread in half and offering one half to Sabetha. She took it and didn't hesitate in taking a bite. Her first real bite of food in weeks. The bread was slightly bland, but Sabetha ate it as if it was the last thing she would ever eat, and then helped herself to another full roll.

Asha didn't comment, just offered her olives and little fish, which Sabetha graciously accepted. "I'm good, just really hungry apparently," Sabetha smiled between mouthfuls. Asha nodded and then walked her back to her cabin.

[safepl4ce]

Succede; capita qualche volta nella vita, che tutto quello su cui basavi unicamente le poche certezze che ti riservavi, crolla o forse lo lasci crollare e non sai il motivo, quando esattamente è accaduto e perché..accade e ti corrode non sapere esattamente quando hai scelto di lasciar andare.

[elinblu]

Tu hai mai rischiato?

Hai mai provato a metterti in gioco veramente. A tralasciare i tuoi costrutti sociali, le tue idee e le tue categorizzazioni. A tralasciare il tuo modo di pensare , le certezze sulle quali basavi la tua vita . A dimenticare tutto ció che hai imparato e far finta che non sia mai esistito. Hai mai provato a donarti ad una persona senza paure, senza remore. Lascarti andare come se fossi privo di un passato di sofferenze. Come se le indifferenze conosciute e il non sentirsi mai abbastanza non facciano parte del tuo io. Come se fossi una tavola bianca , sulla quale nessuno ha mai disegnato, ha mai provocato un graffio, mai uno scossone o un turbamento.

Ma io ho paura a lasciarmi andare.

La paura deve essere la tua forza, per evadere dalla gabbia che ti sei costruito negli anni , dai muri che hai innalzato per evitare di essere ferito nuovamente. La paura è normale e non va respinta ma accettata e compresa.

Ma come faccio a capire se ne vale la pena.

Perché ne varrà sempre la pena. Perché aprirsi ad un'altra persona non è mai sbagliato. L'atto di donare trarrà sempre beneficio. In fondo sarà un percorso di crescita per entrambi.

Ma tanto so già come potrà finire, ne vale la pena iniziare?

Nessuno puó prevedere come andranno le cose, le persone mutano continuamente. Mutano i loro modi di fare, di agire nel mondo, i loro pensieri. Non si può essere sempre coerenti . La coerenza è per le persone che vogliono evitare di mettersi in gioco e darsi la possibilità di poter ampliare le loro vedute.

[gfmiranday]

Emilio Basavilbaso criticó "el uso político" del suicidio de un jubilado en una sede de la ANSES en Mar del Plata

Emilio Basavilbaso criticó “el uso político” del suicidio de un jubilado en una sede de la ANSES en Mar del Plata

El titular de la Administración Nacional de la Seguridad Social (ANSES) se refirió a lo sucedido en la ciudad balneraria. Los empleados de la dependencia estatal harán un paro mañana

Luego de que un hombre de 91 años se disparara en la cabeza esta mañana dentro de una sede de ANSES en la ciudad de Mar del Plata, el titular de la Administración Nacional de la Seguridad Social Emilio Basavi…

[veeritesblog]

Indian Classical Music

What do you read but what do you listen in music , do you listen to Indian Classical Music ? Listen to Pandit Jitendra Abhisheki , Vidushi Neela Bhagwat , Pandit Gajananrao Joshi, Pt Omkar Gulwadi , Vidushi Basavi Mukherji , Mrudula Dadhe Joshi .... ask for their music to be shared here

[tobeathief]

When Capa Basavi tries to get Nasca to marry Locke

I'm not the only one who read this scene this way right?

OK, so as you can see, this is not a serious cosplay, but it tried my best 😂 I heard this sound and I thought it suited her perfectly. I know it's not confirmed, but I know a lot of us would like it to be true

And yes. All of my other gentleman Bastard's cosplays are of Sabetha dressed up as them 😂

[tobeathief]

When Locke first met Nasca

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