#BOMBARD

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Bombard

"Want to sink a ship? Blow a hole in the hull. Want to kill a regisaur? Same answer." —Captain Brandis Thorn

Artist: Alex Konstad TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

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Tyler Bombard reading!

Day to Day with Tyler Bombard!

Sprinkles: Bark! (Okay, I know he hadn't appeared in my recaps, but we were great friends when we were in that unvitational committee , I'm thinking of sending him a letter to come spend a few weeks in our cave!)

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Colossus Bombard. Made out of: Plague Burst crawler Manticore Sprue Baneblade bits

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To handle indirect firepower, the House of Sulfur approached SSC for it's Death's Head chassis. A few modifications done by the house engineers and they now have a very sturdy indirect fire frame.

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That Heat Bombard got me like 👀 Lay it one me!

(And I’ll put a post up asap!)

Heat Bombard is one of my two fics for Fandom Trumps Hate! Like it says on the tin, it's an omegaverse Bombard fic where due to Plot Reasons, Jaskier ends up drinking a potion that gives him an extra-strong heat, which he needs help riding out. Luckily, he's at Kaer Morhen and Lambert, who he's been pining over for years, happens to be there.

Here's a snippet:

“Lambert, I’m bored.” Jaskier’s voice is a whine.

“Another day of bedrest. Vengerberg’s orders.” Lambert puts down the breakfast tray in front of him. It’s the first time he’s been in the same room as Jaskier since they arrived at Kaer Morhen; the bard still looks worn and a little haggard, but his scent is no longer flooded with pre-heat. He doesn’t smell like much of anything, in fact; the suppressants Vengerberg gave him do the trick.

“Since when does Yennefer give the orders?”

“Since you nearly froze your fucking feet off climbing a mountain in slippers.” Lambert knows that isn’t fair; it’s not like Jaskier had a choice in the matter. But grousing about the slippers is easier than thinking about all the other things about this situation that making Lambert fucking furious.

Jaskier sighs, very put upon. “Tell me a story. I want to hear about your year on the Path.”

Lambert blinks. “Why?”

“Because I haven’t left this bed in a week. Have I mentioned that I’m bored?”

“Only a thousand times.” Lambert can’t inject any real annoyance into his voice. “Ask Geralt. He’s your muse.”

“Geralt’s stories are all, ‘It was big and I killed it.’” Jaskier’s voice lowers into an abysmal imitation of Geralt’s.

“What about one of the others?”

“Eskel is only a little better than Geralt, Vesemir is busy, and please never tell dear, sweet Coën I said this, but he takes so long to get to the point that I fear I’ll perish before I find out what kind of monster he was hunting. I’m just a mortal man.” Jaskier grins up at Lambert, all big blue eyes. “Anyway, your stories are always so colorful.”

Lambert snorts. “That’s what Geralt likes to call my bullshit.”

“Maybe I like your bullshit.” Somehow, Jaskier’s eyes seem to get even bigger. Maybe even a little bluer, which shouldn’t be possible. Maybe Lambert is just a besotted idiot.

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watching a french video about the bombard (a breton reed instrument related to the oboe and shawm), til the french word for bells on woodwind and brass instruments (the flaring open end) is pavillon, which like our english word "pavilion" both come from the latin papillio or "butterfly" - because flapping tents look like wings, and presumably an instrument bell looks sufficiently like a tent?

anyway it sounds like this and we wants it

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Class Feature Friday: Bombard Fighting Style (Soldier Fighting Style)

(art by Alexander Moskalenko on Artstation)

In a wild and wooly science-fantasy setting which takes more than a little inspiration from westerns and other genres of fiction, there’s still a few things that you can only get in such a futuristic setting, and that is, looking at really big guns.

Ok, sure, you can get that in other media too, but where else but sci-fi do you get railguns built for personal use, or plasma cannons, or a rapid-fire laser cannon built to emulate the same effect as the heaviest machine guns, but in photon-laced form?

Regardless of your stance on violence, there is something awe-inspiring about seeing powerful weapons in action, a demonstration of mortal ingenuity in creating something that can leave a very literal mark on the landscape and even the odds against beings that would otherwise outmatch us.

Admittedly, there is an aspect of the “gun nut” fandom that gets a little, well, icky. But we can’t make blanket judgements on people based on what they like. That would be like judging someone for having a sword collection, or for having lurid art on the walls of their home.

In any case, today we’re looking at a fighting style for soldier which is focused on big guns and big explosions. More specifically, the bombard style is all about big guns that cause big explosions, or otherwise unleash powerful attacks. If you’re looking for one that focuses on the “relentless onslaught of constant firepower” side of big guns, you’ll probably want to look into the bullet rain style, which we’ll be covering on the next go around.

In any case, these soldiers are most likely exactly what their class name implies, actual soldiers, since those are the most likely to have access to this kind of firepower. However, mercenary companies, private contractors, and explorers in hostile regions of space can all make use of such training, to say nothing of those who retired from any of those careers and took their guns with them (or acquired new ones). Heck, some of them might even be self-trained enthusiasts, though their reasons for doing so may vary.

In any case, if you’re looking to play a soldier, and big guns are your thing, you probably have at least considered this style, for it offers some impressive and bombastic rewards.

Though most prefer heavier fare, every bombard masters the arts of thrown explosives as well, able to pitch them further than most due to an intimate familiarity with their heft. What’s more, they can improvise an explosive device from leftover materials with a few minutes of work, meaning as long as they have a little time, they always have at least one grenade on hand, albeit an unstable one that most shops would not accept.

A steady hand is needed to make best use of heavy weapons, and by leveraging that strength and focus, they can squeeze out a little bit of extra harm on foes, though naturally this only really works with automatic, explosive, or unwieldy weaponry.

The impact of these weapons can also leave foes deafened, stumbling, or otherwise debilitated as well, and these gunners can leverage that when using explosive and conical blasting weaponry.

Their knowledge of where to place an explosive to maximize harm and minimize collateral is also impressive, making it harder for foes to avoid and minimizing danger to themselves.

Finally, the most powerful of them can scatter foes with their big guns, knocking them away from themselves or an explosive central point.

If you’re considering this style, you’re likely wanting to play with the biggest, most unwieldy guns in the game. Now, due to the size of such weaponry, unless you’re using power armor you’re unlikely to be holding all of the different types of guns that can make use of this style at once, but it should be fairly obvious that this style is all about playing the role normally performed by blasty mages but with flamethrowers, rocket launchers, and other exotic weapons of considerable size and firepower. Naturally, this style pairs well with armor storm, bullet rain, mine menace, and shock and awe, and you’re probably going to be building to heap on damage and debilitating effects on your foes. Have fun.

I feel like it’s very hard to not have a smile on your face when wielding a really big weapon unless you’re going through some stuff, so I can imagine that a lot of characters with this combat style really, really like their job. That being said, it takes all types to fill a battalion, as they say, and the silent type that lets their guns do the talking is just as much an archetype as they guy whose booming laugh and lust for life is only drowned out by their weaponry.

While it’s tempting to assume that the crystal-crafting psacynoids rely entirely on magic, they have their fair share of technological marvels too, though many are hybrid devices utilizing the magically-reactive crystals as a core. Mercenaries pay well for heavy lasers crafted using these crystals, but they regulate their sale quite thoroughly. As such, when a shipment of the weapons goes missing, the party are hired on to investigate.

An insectile mantis-like predator with curious ability to put their molecules out of phase for offensive and defensive purposes, has invaded the mining colony of Ackban, preying upon the miners. It always retreats when it takes sufficient harm, so they have not been able to finish off the mordaghast. A specialize with heavy weaponry, however, might be exactly what is needed to pierce it’s phasic defenses.

The war in the Algon sector is not going well for the natives, and their forces find themselves repeatedly pinned down by withering onslaughts of heavy firepower from the invader’s fire teams. A change in tactics are in order, and if one can’t be found soon, death will come for them all.

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I’m still having fun making headers, so here is the unexpectedly very large???? one I made for my @fandomtrumpshate​ piece for thefisherking!

King... Bro you’re so cool, I’m glad we’re friends now and I get to be annoying in your discord at all hours. I hope you like your piece. 😘

Of course, flowers and confetti over comicgeekery who I met through the FTH Regiment of Fan Laborers. They were a big help to making sure this came out polished and coherent. 🎊

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The Witcher | Lambert x Jaskier | Explicit | 13k | BDSM AU

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Summary:

Looking in Lambert’s eyes makes it feel like he’s standing near a hearth while the rest of the world is lost on the other side of a blizzard. His heart clenches for a moment and, even looking at the handsomely sharp angles of Lambert’s face, he doesn’t think it has to do with how attractive the man is.

Much less when his lip curls up as he spits, “Who’s the little prince?”

Jaskier, who has been called much worse things, smiles at him. “You think I’m princely?” he coos. “Handsome and a charmer, whatever shall I do with you?”

 (Jaskier is a submissive masquerading as a dominant. It works for years. Until he meets Lambert.)

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Heed the tags and continue reading on ao3! 🔞

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G1 SG au (comic/alt. continuity): Thinking about the megashock family. Bombard meeting his three grandbabies

I feel like that'd be a very sweet moment yesss

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Hmm Jaskier and... Lambert for the ask game?

Jaskier x Lambert: Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it? I don't mind it (I've written at least one fic) but I don't see these two working well on their own. They are fine in a group, but I don't read them alone.

What would have made you like it? If they were both a little less angry maybe? I could see them having over the top arguments, though the make up sex would be hot.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? They are both hot and I'd watch them fuck 🤣

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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Coën/Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Lambert Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Coën (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Winter At Kaer Morhen, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Wall Sex, Double Penetration, Knotting, canon-typical child abuse, Consensual Mind Control, of the Axii variety, Magical Performance-Enhancing Drugs, Self-Esteem Issues, Their abandonment issues are rubbing off on each other as much as their dicks are, I shook a witcher and intergenerational trauma fell out, Alpha Jaskier | Dandelion, Omega Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Group Sex Summary:

Jaskier is not what anyone would call a traditional alpha, and certainly not the kind of alpha anyone would want for a mate. And he is quite surprised to unceremoniously discover that Geralt, his companion of many years, is in fact an omega. Geralt and his fellow witchers repress their heats until they arrive at Kaer Morhen for the winter. This year, since Jaskier’s rut is starting at just the right time, Geralt invites Jaskier to come along. Jaskier thinks he knows what to expect when partnering an omega in heat, but the situation at Kaer Morhen thoroughly wrecks his expectations.

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Laws of God or Laws of Man?

Laws of God or Laws of Man?

Frequently, one of the lessons in Sunday School classes would pose the question, “If the law of the land was contrary to the law or will of God, which would you obey; the laws of God or the laws of man?” Looking back at the Supreme Court reversal on baby killings (June 24, 2022), it occurred to me that throughout the years, some local churches faced that decision. Though many fervently prayed and…

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Heartbreaking news out of north Gaza today

We write to inform you that renowned journalist Ismail Al-Ghoul and cameraman Ramy El-Rifi of Al-Jazeera were murdered just a few hours ago by the occupation. They were going out to document the scene of another bombing attack, when they were deliberately targeted by the occupation. Footage provided by journalist Osama Al-Ashi in the immediate aftermath of the attack shows that Ismail and Ramy were murdered with targeted precision weaponry, meaning the occupation watched them, waited for them, and executed them in cold blood (warning: graphic footage).

Ismail and Ramy have been documenting the genocide at immense personal cost since the 7th of October 2023. They were previously kidnapped and tortured by the occupation, but survived and continued to remain in north Gaza and document crimes against humanity. They have had many narrow escapes, and today, the occupation was finally successful in its illegal goal of assassinating these prominent journalists.

When western journalists hand-wave their suppression of the IOF’s atrocities in Gaza by claiming no journalists are “allowed” in to report, remember these men. Remind them of these men. These men who lost friends and loved ones, who suffered immensely, and yet chose to remain and continue documenting the genocide against their people. They join the ranks of more than 150 Gazan journalists who were murdered by the occupation to hide its crimes and retaliate for speaking the truth.

حسبنا ا��له و نعم الوكيل

أنا لله و أنا اليه رجعون

God suffices us and he is the best disposer of affairs. We belong to God and to Him we shall return.

Keep fighting for Gaza. Don’t stop talking about north Gaza.

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Don't skip please🍉🇵🇸

My name is Oday , I am 19 years old. I live in Palestine Gaza I was living a normal life and I was a university student. Because of October 7, my dream, my university, and my whole life were destroyed. Now I am living a bad life and I am trying to travel with My family of 8 and I, as the eldest son of this family, have endured hardship since I was young, trying to bring them to safety and complete my studies.

If you can, help me.

The campaign is documented

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#6476

Osseous lord of graveyards, Rise to reunite all the broken shards That were shattered by bombards For them to be your own guards.

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From my Fandom Trumps Hate Bombard omegaverse fic:

Outside the cave is pitch black; all he can see is darkness and a wall of snow. Are those footsteps he hears, or just the beating of his own heart? Is that the flapping of a cloak, or branches rustling? Is that someone breathing, or is it the wind? Out of the darkness, a figure looms in the mouth of the cave. Jaskier draws back. “Jaskier? What the fuck?” It takes him a moment to recognize the voice. Lambert. He hasn’t seen Geralt’s prickliest younger brother in years—he wasn’t at Kaer Morhen the last time Jaskier wintered with the Wolf School a few years ago—but the sound of his voice still leeches some of the tension out of Jaskier’s shoulders. “Heat,” he manages to say around his chattering teeth. “Yeah, I know. Everything in ten fucking miles probably fucking knows. What happened? Where the fuck is Geralt?” Jaskier just shakes his head. He doesn’t want to go into the whole sordid tale right now. He would rather bury his face into Lambert’s neck, soak up his warmth and inhale that glorious alpha scent. Only the knowledge that Lambert would most likely shove him away stops him. The witcher never responded to Jaskier’s flirtations on either of their previous meetings; there’s no reason to think he would welcome having Jaskier drape himself all over him now.

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