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squidcave · 10 months

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D&D - Oneshot for my boy Basal <3

by exactly one person's request 👍

The silence was quickly becoming unbearable. A heavy tension had settled in the air around them, so thick Basal could have pulled out his rapier and cut it in half. Or he would have been able to if he still had his rapier. He looked up just enough to glare at Thaeo’s unconscious form thrown over Lucious’s shoulder in front of him. Next to him, Althea looked back and offered him a small smile. It withered under his continued glare.

He wasn’t being unreasonable, Basal thought. Realistically, he knew Althea, or Lucious for that matter, didn’t deserve his anger, not really. She had tried to apologise once they’d all reached the safety of the forest but he hadn’t listened, choosing instead to silently fume. Their little secret was kept with good intentions, he knew that, and knowing it wouldn’t have saved him from being kidnapped and shoved in a cage like some kind of animal but he couldn’t help it.

He turned his attention back to the forest floor, resisting the urge to stomp his way through the undergrowth. If they were to escape the circus - no the cult, the circus cult?- they had to exercise at least a little bit of stealth.The yellow light filtering in through the branches above was hardly helping mask their great escape. The creaking wind sounded a million miles above them. Basal doubted the trees were that tall but he could imagine. They were packed so closely he couldn’t really tell from just walking through the place but that was fine. He wasn’t going to look up to check. Nothing good happened to those who looked up.

He shuddered and gripped the small knife Atlas had given him a little tighter.

Basal could have laughed. After everything that had happened, everything their rag-tag group of adventurers had been through together, Atlas was the only one Basal really trusted anymore. Atlas. The Aarakocra had made it very clear that Basal was his least favourite member of the group over the months they had been travelling together so when he had shoved his prized lukewarm shank into Basal’s hands with a pointed look at his empty sheath, Basal had felt their dynamic shift. He found himself walking closer to Atlas at the back of the group, finding a strange sense of safety under the cover of his dark wings.

The silence persisted and they kept walking.

��I really am sorry we didn’t say anything, Basal.”

The fire crackled softly between the two half-elves. It did little to stave off the night's cold. Basal looked up from the meagre pile of flaming sticks to see the equally meagre shelter Lucious and Atlas were trying to construct. Behind them, he could see the slumped figure of Thaeo against a dark tree, Jam and Jewels standing guard nearby.

He looked away.

“I know, I know,” He sighed. “Listen, Althea, I appreciate it, but you should get some rest. Tell the others I’ll take the first watch, ok?”

She hesitated for a moment before nodding. She left him with a quiet “If you’re sure..” and made her way towards the shelter. It was for the best. Althea meant well, he knew, but the two of them were too awkward for their own good and the added tension from the past couple of days did not help.

Basal didn’t believe in any Gods but if he did he’d be cursing them all. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? Looking back he couldn’t even remember what they’d all been doing before Venus had shown up out of nowhere. For just a moment he had thought he’d finally found his best friend. A long deserved stroke of luck putting them in the same place at the same time. It was never meant to be, he supposed.

A humourless laugh clawed its way out of him, something dark and quiet. He was so stupid. His mother had warned him about travelling. About strangers. About making friends with the wrong people. It was a lesson she had learned the hard way, she’d said. All her stories from travelling the kingdom and he’d made the exact same mistakes she had.

What would she think of him now? He knew the twins would happily yell ‘I told you so!’ and he’d smile and defend his honour. With them he could pretend nothing had happened. His mother always saw through him though. Sometimes Basal thought she knew him better than he did. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide this from her.

He blinked, suddenly aware of his watering eyes. He’d been staring at the fire too long, that was all. He sniffed (it was cold) and stood quickly, striding out into the trees behind him. He wouldn’t go far, of course, just enough to have some privacy.

The conversation happening behind him washed over him, fading into the background.

“Atlas, you left a dimension shunting shovel out in the open for anyone to find!” Lucious.

“Yup.” Atlas.

“There was no one there! Everything was dead except for this tabaxi guy and his pet frog or something!” Althea.

“Sounds cool.”

Basal closed his eyes.

“You know, some answers would be pretty cool right about now,” he tried. The cloaked group of weirdos dragging him through the trees hadn’t said a word to him since he’d woken up. They’d taken all of his weapons too. At this point they were just being rude.

His shin hit a rock and he sighed, loudly and dramatically. If they weren’t going to answer him, he’d fill the silence himself. Basal had two siblings. He was good at being annoying.

“I just want you guys to know that we, my friends and I, that is, met a bunch of people at a roller derby recently who had the exact same cloaks. Isn’t that weird?” He smiled wide, confident. “Although, I should say, we absolutely destroyed them on the rink. And not just because we expertly beat them in a fight. I think we were also the better skaters.”

The group stopped. Basal tried to get a good look at their surroundings but the two Cloaks holding him kept their grip. Just as he was about to start talking again he heard it.

Footsteps.

The hope in his chest died quickly at the synchronised thumping approaching them. He was willing to bet the footsteps belonged to more of these cloaked goons. As the group started moving again, Basal twisted around as best he could, trying to get a good look at the new additions to the gaggle of goons.

Just as he’d expected, there were about 5 new cloaked figures trailing along behind the first group. Unexpectedly, they had someone else with them being pulled along much like he was. Before he could get a good look at them though, the group started down a small hill.

Basal quickly put his focus into staying up right. He would not face plant the ground in front of these clowns.

They made it to the bottom of the hill with no problems, and pushed through a line of low bushes into a wide clearing. Basal looked up and immediately regretted his earlier choice of words.

Brightly coloured tents littered the small area and a happy chattering noise filled the air. As they approached, more and more cloaked figures pushed their way out from the striped circus tents, calmly watching as he was taken to what he guessed was the largest tent.

To his surprise, the tent was nearly completely empty. The wooden pole in the tent’s centre served as the only point of interest Basal could see at first. However as the people in front moved aside, he saw why he was here.

He started kicking and struggling against his captors as they marched towards the wooden cage at the back of the tent. In seconds, he was being thrown into one half of the cage. He scrambled towards the door only to have it slammed in his face.

“A cage? Are you serious? What kind of psychos are you?” he yelled. The figures ignored him still. “I’m not an animal!”

The second group hauled their catch into the space next to Basal with little fuss. The cloaked figures left them wordlessly, sweeping out of the tent with much more grace than they’d been allowed to enter with. He turned immediately to the second prisoner.

Jewels looked back at him and Basal watched as his own growing fear reflected in her eyes.

She ducked her head, trying to keep her horns from scratching the wood above her head. She fidgeted for a little longer before seemingly giving up and looking back to Basal.

“Well, shit.”

“Hey!”

Basal stumbled from the tree he’d been leaning on and looked up at Atlas from the ground. He shrugged and offered a clawed hand to Basal, pulling him back to his feet with ease.

“Don’t look at me like that, you were ignoring me,” he said flatly.

Basal mumbled an apology and stared intently at a snail going by on the forest floor. He heard the bird sigh beside him and he looked up tentatively. Atlas was standing at full height, wings down and arms crossed, doing his best to give Basal his most intimidating look though the effect was lessened by the small height difference between them.

He shot for some humour, hoping to lighten the mood. “You’re short -”

Atlas cut him off almost immediately. “You’re upset. Understandable I guess. Now I have one question for you.”

This could go badly.

“Alright,” Basal paused, trying to figure out what Atlas wanted. “Shoot.”

“Do you want these gloves?” He held out a pair of differently coloured gloves. The right hand was a deep red and had clear sigils all along the back. The left hand was a dull blue colour with matching sigils. Basal took them, gingerly pulling them over his own hands.

“Lucious said they’re magic or something. I’d ask him about it. Apparently, the lot of them got a bunch of loot from an apocalypse world. Sounds fake to me.”

Basal nodded numbly, investigating the gloves further. He looked up as Atlas began walking back to their makeshift camp and smiled. He reckoned he’d be alright.

“Oh, and if you call me short again, I’ll kill you in your sleep” Atlas shouted over his shoulder.

Probably.

#enjoy ig akjdfbk #im not tagging this in the dnd tag #nobody wants that #cecil look at what you did to my boy #look at how sad he is

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onawhimsicot · 1 year

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i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.

But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.

Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way whether it be subscribing to his substack or donating to his paypal (that's linked in the article, you can ctrl + F to find it easier), that's all.

#Edit: Please look at the article for his paypal and his substack!! most ppl are reblogging a version where i didnt mention it oh gosh #im not really. the kind of person to make posts like this and i dont have the spoons to make it look nice.#my tumblrs not that visible anyway so i guess it doesnt actually matter #i just think that understandably not many ppl would read through the entire article and it makes me so sad that even in the article #he talks about how badly he just wants to make art and not play the capitalism game and still he doesnt talk about needing support #on the platforms where it'd be most visible bc he doesnt WANT to play the capitalism game even if society dicates it and its meant to #be an act of LOVE and just. yeah.#minecraft #minecraft end poem #mineblr

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tragedy-for-sale · 2 months

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I'm never getting over how sick he looks

It's a very dull looking scene, almost grayscale. That choice shows you just how sickening this mission is to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan is hunched over, head between his knees. He looks physically sick. Everyone looks to him, he can say 'no,' but how could he possibly deny them? His life is the Jedi, and in the pursuit of peace he's asked to do something he cannot but a Jedi Master can, without question, Obi-Wan Kenobi can and he must.

The second shot, that's the face of resignation. He can't even speak, you can see he almost opens his mouth but all he can do is nod. This is where we see the line of duty and the individual. When challenged, Obi-Wan chooses the light, at the expense of himself, at the expense of those he loves.

He knows Anakin will never forgive because when challenged, Anakin doesn't choose the light, he chooses who he loves. And Obi-Wan cannot tell Anakin that choosing those you love isn't the correct choice.

This is the hero sacrificing you to save the world, this is Obi-Wan sacrificing himself, sacrificing Anakin for the greater good. But what's so good about letting your best friend think you've slipped away into death, mere feet from his grasp? Where's the good in watching someone you love die?

Obi-Wan remembers watching Qui-Gon's last breath leave his body, he never recovered. Where's the good in knowing all the pain your about to put your best friend through? The good in always seeing your ghost?

#he looks so distraught #I cannot handle how sad he looks #star wars #clone wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars #Hardeen arc #harden angst

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 245

Now Danny would openly admit, if only to himself, that he had a type when it came to relationships. If they were strong, if they were a threat to him, then chances were he would develop some sort of crush. It was how he had dated Sam and Valerie (And Johnny & Kitty) when he was a bit younger, and hell, Sam had technically succeeded in killing him, even if partly.

Attraction towards smart people who could kill him was honestly par for the course for a Fenton or Nightingale anyway.

And he’d also admit he enjoyed a bit of time travel, learning about times and culture long before his time, to the point that he could blend in in ancient times just as easily as the time he had been born in. That it was natural to mutter in a language lost to time.

So color him surprise when another man perks up in the bar he had paused to get a drink in, vibrant green eyes gleaming in interest and responds in turn. And not just in the language, but able to keep up when he talks about things that once existed but haven’t been rediscovered yet.

And one thing led to the other, and there might have been some assassins and some shenanigans that end with them both laughing together in an inn and then more and- Okay he has a type alright, and he’s ticking each box! How is that fair?

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Adult Danny #Ras is just as smitten and so sad whenever Danyal leaves #But Danny always returns & he’s explained he has to travel lest he go mad #Danny isn’t technically from the DC dimension but it’s his favorite & it has nothing to do with Ras #Is their relationship healthy? Definitely not but they’re morally grey immortals #Dusan asks about his mother first #Technically Danny isn’t his mother BUT he does take on parental role & as far as the kids are aware this death-being is their mom #Why look Dusan even has his hair- their logic is flawless #Talia tells Bruce her mother is gone & for YEARS he thought she meant dead #Ellie got her wanderlust from Danny & they all give off some sort of mystical fae vibes #deadly decisions #Space Core Danny #Moon Core Ellie #Sun Core Dan #Liminal Al Ghuls #Danny is Not ghost King #Technically he’s some sort of being of rebirth like some sort of cosmic phoenix #Am I saying long-haired Danny with feathers in his braid that shimmers from white to galaxy? Maybe #Batfam had no clue about Danny save for Jason #And they didn’t find out until Damian mentions Grandmother apparently visited once more #Let Jason & Damian be brothers #How many tags until tumblr deletes them I wonder

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bibliosims · 3 months

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because i'm currently working on my own save file with certain townies already madeover, i decided to do the suggested townies from worlds i don't own ! to everyone who mave a suggestion, thank you !! ily ♡

thank you to @hauntedtrait for creating this challenge ! also, this template was directly inspired by @/literalite's version

#god i so love how everybody turned out #lilith especially i think she's rocking the short hair #yes caleb is ambitious and materialistic but i think at his core he is a sad wet dog #per usual no features were changed !#my lighting makes everyone look so yellow poor lilith and caleb have jaundice 😔#mine #cas #townie makeovers #*lilith vatore #*caleb vatore #*the vatores #*brytani cho #*vlad straud #*dirk dreamer #*jess sigworth

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