#bashter

[anrimortis]

💗girls💗

[quinn-of-aebradore]

CR Non-Endgame Ships Round 5

Widobrave art by @victoriangold

Bashter art by @c-kiddo

Rules, parameters, and poll links here

[blorbologist]

Aljdskjfksd I can't believe you tagged me, thank you so much. A literal honor!! 😭😭 (I hope you're having a lovely and wonderful day over there)

BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I AM HERE.

WHAT IS 'BLOOD IS SOUP'. PLS ELABORATE

!! <33

It's... still rough, but Prehistoric Planet 2 cheered me up this morning and I am Aggressively Compartmentalizing. Yknow how Percy takes 114 episodes and 7 in-universe years to go 'I miss my family'? like that. The Simosuchus were animated so well, so very reptilian, they made me think of my boy tho :c

ANYWAYS.

Blood is soup is my vampire!Bashter AU! It's mostly coming together in bits and pieces during prompt games, because I don't have a solid plan for what scenes I want to include in the fic.

Yasha is a vampire, dating pre-campaign. I think Obann turned her, or she was bitten/cursed after Zuala's death. Either way, she was a vampire when she tore apart her tribe, and caused a fair bit of death elsewhere too before getting her hunger to heel. Her frequent solitary bouts during the campaign are her going off to not be a danger to her friends. She needs to work through her guilt not only regarding Zuala, but the creature she's become and the deaths she continues to cause. Most divine magic hurts her due to her nature... except Jester's, because Artagan isn't quite a normal god, is he?

Beau remains a human, and thinks the whole vampire shit is hot. A lot of her conflict is just... her gut reaction is to hide vulnerability, and protect herself, and letting Yasha get some omnomnom would be a major show of trust she can't actually justify.

The title is a reference to the fact that, during the canon M9 Hero's Feast of comfort foods (including soup for Essek), Yasha blurts out that she can give her blood to anyone in the party. In case they want insurance against death for this final fight against Lucien.

Fjord takes her up on the offer for practical reasons. Jester... Jester does it because she thinks it's fucking cool.

(And Beau thinks the whole thing is hot and chugs her soup in embarrassment, and then as we know Jester dies during that Lucien fight, soooo.... Jester becomes a vampire too. )

It ends with a smidge of Polynein? Because Beau, Yasha and Jester become a throuple, but Fjord is still Jester's boyfriend. He and Yasha might be a bit closer in this AU due to dealing with dark powers n shit. Shadowgast are still their own thing, Yeza and Veth still happily married, and Caduceus has a lot more relationship counselling to feel responsible for. (Also wondering what a follower of the Wildmother's reaction to an undead vampire would be, and if there might be a fun angle there.)

[ka-koala]

considering the “opening the relationship” discussion at the beginning of the one shot i think bashter could have been canon if things would have gone just a little differently, welcome to my ted talk

[talesandfluff]

Bashter playthrough let's fucking go

[mryarra]

here's how bashter can still win

[ivoryminitower]

Echoes of Home: 69 - Steve ("bandits")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

We made our excuses at the diner and went to a run-down industrial-looking building in a place called Sperry, so that I could see my magnificent miqo'te beat people up for fun and prizes.  We went in separately, both so I could put down a cash bet on her without raising eyebrows, and so that those bandits she'd mentioned wouldn't see me coming.

I bet $50 on the first two fights, picking whichever guy looked smaller, which gave me better odds.  Lost both times, but that was okay…I knew I'd make it up betting on my wife.

The fighters had decidedly stupid names, which made "Cat's Meow" look reasonable.  They didn't have a visible gimmick like Tsu'na, so the name was just as outrageously inappropriate as could be.  And yet there were a lot of videogame references…maybe this is just the videogame generation.  "Bashter Chief" wasn't too bad.  "Alan's Wake" sounded more like a racehorse than a prize fighter.  "Stolid Snake" actually made me smile.

There was a break in the fighting after the second round.  I leaned against a wall, watching the people, taking in the atmosphere.  It was a moment before I noticed Shoulder was standing next to me.

Shoulder spoke first.  "Uh…hi."

"Hey there.  Here to see my lady fight?"

"Yeah.  Uh…that okay?"

"It's what she's here for.  Betting on her?"

"I'd be a fool not to."

I nodded thoughtfully.  There'll be fewer fools as time goes by.  "How's the shoulder?"

"It's good.  Real good.  Clinic lady said there'd be some stiffness, but it's working great."

"And the other guys' wrists?"

"Mark and Chester?  Yeah, they're good too."

So, Mustache and Choker.  Or perhaps Choker and Mustache.  "How 'bout the bartender?"

"Oh, Pete's real good.  You know, he thought he'd lost an eye when that shot hit him in the face, but after you did…whatever you did…he was fine.  Keeps the shirt with the holes in it."

I nodded.

"So…you an angel?"

"Angel?"

"Super strong, wears white, heals people?"

"Hah.  No, not an angel."

"Then how'd you fix us up like that?"

"Classified."

"What, like government stuff?"

"Can't really talk about it."

"Didn't know people could do that."

"Well, we can't talk about it."

"Huh.  So how come you were lookin' for a fight club at Murray's?  Don'cha have secret government training facilities or whatever?"

"We're not with the government at this point."

"Okay, but what'd you want us for?"

At that point they announced Cat's Meow.  Tsu'na came out wearing her overcoat and beret.  I wondered if she needed a cape with a cat kissy face (kissy cat face?) or something.  We went around to place our bets; I didn't get too strong a reaction when I bet $500, but I suppose I might be remembered now.

Tsu'na took off her hat and coat and got cheers from the crowd…either she's now got a fanbase here or she's just that hot.  Because, after all, she is.  She handed her clothes off to the guy at the gate and stepped into the cage in her sports bra and shorts.

Her opponent for the evening went by Rap Mashup.  He looked fast and dangerous, working through some quick-jab warmup routines while Tsu'na luxuriously stretched on the other side of the cage.  The promoters must have told her to do that; it got more crowd reaction.

The bell rang and the two opponents turned to face each other.  Mr. Mashup danced in on the classic boxer float-like-a-butterfly stance.  I expected Tsu'na to fall into Opo-Opo, but she didn't; her stance was more like a Paladin, with her left arm up like a shield and her right fist ready to jab.  That would not have come from the promoters; I wondered when she'd taught herself that.

He floated, she prowled, they circled.  Mr. Mashup came in with exploratory jabs, which she blocked with her arm.  He moved in for a longer combo; she added her other arm to block with.  He tried to punch around her shielding arms; she hunched her shoulders and took it.

Finally he tried to get more serious.  He started a sequence of jabs with his left, trying to draw her arms off so he could throw a solid right.  She ducked under the right fist, darted forward, put a shoulder to his ribs, wrapped her right arm around his chest, and heaved.

Mr. Mashup went down hard onto his back on the floor mat with Tsu'na's arm on top of him.  While he was trying to get his wind back  she locked his right arm and right leg.  He kicked, he scrambled, he flailed at her with his left arm, but it was clear he wasn't going anywhere.  The guy at the gate called it, and Tsu'na got up for a modest victory pose for the yelling crowd.

My magnificent miqo'te was magnificent, but admittedly Rap Mashup contributed to that by not being worthy of her effort.  As we went to collect on our bets I leaned in to talk quietly to Shoulder.  "Now, you see what she did there?  You know how strong she is.  Did you think she was really trying that hard?"

"Uh…no?  I mean, yeah, she probably coulda got that guy down sooner."

"Right, but she might've hurt him if she did.  We try not to hurt people unless they have it coming, and these guys don't…they're just in it for the show and the money, like she is.  But it would be really easy to hurt them, you know?"

He nodded slowly.  "So…when you were at Murray's, you were looking for guys to fight and practice not hurting 'em?"

"Exactly!"

"...Didn't do a good job."

"Well, we need practice."

"So, really…you want to learn how to not fight."

"I…guess that's true."

He looked thoughtful.  "Got a number?"

"Why?  You going to ask me about my car's extended warranty?"

"No, no, I just might know a guy."

"A guy?"

"Yeah.  Name and number?"

"...Sid.  My lady's Tabitha."  I gave him my google voice number.

"Alright.  I'll be in touch."

We parted ways after getting our payouts.  A couple guys eyed me over the size of mine.  I wondered if I'd get some practice hurting people.

In alignment with that thought, Tsu'na called my linkpearl.  "Nice work tonight, my love."

It was no more work than usual.  But the bandits are back.  Come and Stealth with me?

"On my way."

I found the changing area, spotted Tsu'na in the shadows, shifted to Ninja and joined her in Stealth.  I often hide my headgear, while Tsu'na tends to favor a brightlily corsage glamour, but for this occasion I went with full Ninja mask.  We slipped out of the changing area and she pointed out men, one inside the building, one outside the door, and one at the building's corner.

We went back inside.  Tsu'na re-entered the changing area and emerged in Earth normal.  I stood by the guy she'd indicated, watching him watch her going through the main room to an office where she'd get her pay.  He was holding a phone to his ear; I heard him tell someone, "She's finally out."  I snatched the phone, snapped it in half, dropped it in front of him and walked toward the changing area.  He was surprised enough that he didn't react before I got out of sight and re-Stealthed.

Back into the main room as Inside Guy ran into the changing area.  Tsu'na came out of the office and headed to the door, plainly visible while I followed unseen.  Outside Door guy saw her, said something on his phone and moved to follow; I came up behind him, stomped on his calf, grabbed his phone and snapped it, and left him on the ground cradling his knee.

Tsu'na headed toward the corner of the building.  She stopped a bit short of it, took out her phone and poked and peered at it as I went on past.  Corner Guy was there with a phone and also a gun.  The first he saw of me was my masked face, but that was after my knee connected hard with his crotch.  I grabbed both phone and gun from him as he doubled over.  The phone I snapped; the gun I flung away after swatting him across the face with it.  He was breathing when we left him.

My wife shifted to Ninja and joined me in Stealth.  She led the way through the parking lot, looking about until she spotted a man with a phone.  He was looking annoyed, talking heatedly at the phone in short bursts; when we were close enough to hear him, he was saying, "Answer me!  Dammit, someone answer me!"

I stepped behind him, drew a dagger and held it to his neck.  I whispered, "They're all a little busy at the moment."

He went still.  His head lifted when Tsu'na shifted to Paladin and appeared in front of him, shield up, sword drawn.  "What did I tell you about not fucking with me?" she asked quietly.

He didn't respond.  I wish I could have seen his face.  Tsu'na grimaced at whatever she saw and raised the sword to shoulder height, the point at eye level with the guy.  "What did I tell you about not fucking with me?"

Her head bobbed slightly.  I recognized Inside Guy's voice behind her.  "Drop the sword, bitch!"  I guessed he'd just poked her in the back of the head with a gun.  She had her black brightlily corsage glamour on; little did he know he was pointing a gun at a level 80 Augmented Cryptlurker Elmo of Fending, which would laugh off a bullet.  If it could, like, you know, whatchacall, laugh.

Tsu'na spun quickly to her left.  I heard a clang as her shield knocked the guy's gun aside.  He stepped back and pointed it at her again.

"Fire the gun, lose the hand," I hissed.

He fired.  She swung.  He screamed.

She turned back to my guy.  Her sword had blood on it as she laid it on his shoulder, so that his neck was between her blade and mine.  Her face radiated anger.  "This is your last chance to live.  Do you understand me?  You will not bother me a third time."

He didn't answer.  I could feel him shaking.  Whatever happened in their previous encounter with my wife, it apparently hadn't gotten as real as this one did.

Tsu'na withdrew her blade, stepped back, shifted to Ninja and Stealthed, effectively vanishing right in front of the guy.  I removed my dagger from his neck, shoved him hard toward Inside Guy, who was gripping a severed wrist and wailing, and Stealthed as well, leaving the two of them alone.  We headed away from them toward the far end of the lot.

"Will that man live?" asked Tsu'na.

"Probably, if they're not too stupid.  There's doctors that can re-attach severed parts.  It's not magic, but it's not bad.  They just have to explain what happened.  And why the severed hand was holding a gun."

"I thought I had made it clear to them the first time that I was dangerous.  Why did they not learn?"

"That's the difference between ignorance and stupidity.  Stupid people can't learn."

She pursed her lips as she looked back at the parking lot.  "Are there that many stupid people in this world?"

"Safe bet."

"Will I be cutting off more hands?"

"Wouldn't lose money on that.  Not sure I'd even lose sleep."

"Perhaps we should find a way to educate people."

"We can brainstorm over dinner.  What would you like?"

"Guiseppe's Pizza in Sperry."

"Where'd you hear about that?"

"Myra.  I asked her if she knew of pizza better than Pizza Hut, and she said, 'Oh honey!' and told me about Guiseppe's."

I had to admit it was pretty good pizza.  Almost but not quite good enough to distract from chopping off someone's hand.

[urloveee]

rating mga dati kong crushii

J - 0/10 YAKS TALAGA SAKANYA PAKYU SAYO DI AKO MAKALABAS CLASSROOM DAHIL SAYO BEECH

Z- 7/10 nauna sya nagka feeling pero wala nag stay sya kay girlelets

Harvey gana - 9/10 panahong masaya pa ako whahshah

sandy (kilala muna yarn) 4/10 wattpad era na obsession era rin kasi politician

Yubi- nah naging hapi crush 8/10

shield 10/10

Bashter 10/10 okay lang

uniko 9/10 okay lang rin medj pumangit ngayun WAGAHAHAHHAHA di jok gwafu parin

[jadequarze]

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[sashthesloth]

☀️ Soft morning cuddle pile ☀️

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

this is for @ss117 thank you so much for submitting for my project!

Prompt: I'd love a Bashter + Fjord Hurt/Comfort fic. I'm always a sucker for Beau whump, especially Beau who gets herself hurt for the sake of others

When Fjord’s phone rings just after midnight, he is very much inclined to ignore it and go to bed.But whenever one of his friends calls him this late, it usually means he has to bail them out of jail or check them out of the hospital. So despite the late hour, he begrudgingly answers, “What happened?”

Immediately he regrets his tone because Jester’s voice comes through, thick with tears, “Fjord? Beau’s hurt and-and-”

“Jessie, take a deep breath,” he says calmly. “Beau’s hurt? Are you at the hospital?”

She sniffs, “No. Yasha and I brought her home. She’s not hurt that bad but-but, can you just come over? Please?”

“I’m on my way, ten minutes tops. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” Jester says softly. She sniffs again and hangs up. Fjord drags his hand down his face trying to think about what the fuck Beau has gotten herself into now. So he shoots off a text to Caduceus that he’s heading out and quickly grabs his wallet, phone, keys, and the first aid kit from under the sink just in case. 

He makes the ten minute walk to Beau, Jester, and Yasha’s apartment in just over five. After he knocks on the door, it opens in less than a second, Yasha appearing on the other side. 

“Thank you for coming,” she says softly as she lets him inside. 

“What happened?” Fjord asks, matching her tone. 

Yasha sighs, “We went to a bar, someone said something about Jester. They called her a-a devil spawn and many things much worse. Beau tried to defend her and got herself beat up in the process.”

Fjord nods and Yasha leads him back through the hallway towards the bedroom. Inside he finds the other two women. Beau is leaning against the headboard, her face bloody and bruised. Jester is curled into her side, tail wound entirely down Beau’s left leg and her head resting on Beau’s shoulder. There are obvious tear tracks on her face. Beau runs her fingers up and down Jester’s shoulder, allowing Fjord to see her bloody knuckles. 

When she sees him in the doorway, Beau looks up and sighs, “Hey, man.”

“You look like shit,” Fjord walks over and sits down on the edge of the bed. He hears Yasha enter quietly behind him. She moves over to Jester’s side, pulling her into her arms and off of Beau. Jester is clearly reluctant to go far, keeping her tail around Beau’s leg. 

“You know the drill,” Fjord tells her. “Follow my finger.” He shines his phone flashlight into her eyes as she does as he says. 

“I don’t have a concussion,” Beau tells him. “Jester already checked.” 

“Just to be safe,” Fjord mutters under his breath. It seems that she’s at least cleaned the blood off of the wounds. Fjord takes her hands and rests them on his knee as he opens up the first air kit and starts to wipe over the broken skin with an alcohol wipe. Beau hisses and glares at him, but doesn’t say anything as he cleans and then bandages them up. 

He takes her face in his hands, tilting her head to inspect the cuts on her face before determining that none of them need bandages. 

“Thank you for coming,” she squeezes his hand gently. 

He looks at Jester and Yasha, both of them silent, watching Beau with concern and anxiety. “Anything else I can do?”

“Can you make alfredo?” Jester asks softly. 

Fjord laughs, “That’s really why you invited me here, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Jester giggles as she sits back in her spot tucked to Beau’s side. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he chuckles as he gets up off the bed. “I’m crashing on your couch after this, it’s too late to head home.” 

Jester grins and Fjord has a sneaking suspicion that’s really why she asked him to come over, she just wanted him to stay. But he doesn’t mind, he’s slept on many of their friends’ couches when they needed someone around. So he squeezes Beau’s hand, kisses Jester’s head, squeezes Yasha’s shoulder and leaves the three women alone as he heads to the kitchen. 

Before he closes the door, he sees Yasha pull Jester and Beau into her arms, eyes squeezed shut.

[quinn-of-aebradore]

CR Non-Endgame Ships Round 4

Bashter art by @c-kiddo

Zerxus x Asmodeus art by @tshortik

Rules, parameters, and poll links here

[blorbologist]

A chat with @katia-dreamer last night underlined to me that I... don't really have any big Campaign 2 AUs, despite the Mighty Nein being my favorite party. Bar Vampire Bashter, which probably could be contained in one long-ish single-chapter fic.

I think it might be due to the fact in C2 my favs are Beau and Essek, with Beauyasha being a nice ship and Shadowgast having been my fav in the past but everyone's already said most there is to say... vs C1 my favs are Vex and Percy, who have The romance of all time together.

But... hmm, I have a lot of data to code in the coming months, maybe I could restart the M9. Go back to my roots.

Off the top of my head... hmmm... Ruidusborn!Caleb, who Ludinus poaches as an apprentice from Trent? (Might be even worse than Ruidusborn!Percy. Imagine feeling the thoughts of your parents as they die...) Tary being involved with the M9, mentoring them as a mini-Brigade, could be funny as hell but not an AU in it's own right... I know there are some 'Mafia' AUs, but Jester being raised by The Gentleman instead of Marion, and looking for her mother instead, could have fascinating butterfly effects on her character and how she interacts with the rest of the party. Or maybe lean into her patron's fey nature and Artagan spirited her away to raise her himself, with a changeling left in his wake? Hmmmmm...

[ginger-biscuit]

Oh to be Expositor Beauregard Lionett, trying to drunkenly ping silver pieces off a burlesque dancer while the two women you have a crush on sit upstairs writing you the world’s worst love poem

[korecrimson]

This was...this was something. 

[fuzzyface]

Jester and Yasha co-writing a love poem for Beau with zero self-awareness of what that implies about the both of them is so so so funny like girls please just all date each other I promise that’s an option