#Bashter

[anrimortis]

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[quinn-of-aebradore]

CR Non-Endgame Ships Round 5

Widobrave art by @victoriangold

Bashter art by @c-kiddo

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[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.

[blorbologist]

Regenerate Bashter Vampire AU?

31. Regenerate

"You touch a creature and stimulate its natural healing ability. The target regains 4d8 + 15 hit points. For the duration of the spell, the target regains 1 hit point at the start of each of its turns (10 hit points each minute).

The target's severed body members (fingers, legs, tails, and so on), if any, are restored after 2 minutes. If you have the severed part and hold it to the stump, the spell instantaneously causes the limb to knit to the stump."

TW: Body horror. Jazzhands @ the spell description, how could I not play with that.

There’s an old saying, shared in the Dolorav. It doesn’t translate well to Common, but it means something along the lines of ‘reaching for vengeance will tear you limb from limb’.

It hadn’t. Or, well, it hadn’t stopped Yasha from doing that to the Skyspear.

But she understands it a bit better, right now, because she was reaching for Skingorger and that freaky fish-fuck took off her arm for it and it’s way too early for things to hurt this bad.

She doesn’t howl, because the Skyspear hadn’t screamed when Yasha cut hers off at the elbow, and just. Grabs Skingorger with her other - only - hand, and keeps moving. Because the gills and fins mean Uk’otoa mean Fjord - 

“Yasha!” Jester screams, and Yasha can just grunt out a “Thank-you” when her giant lollypop throws another sushi cultist into the wall where Beau can jab her staff into its eyes. And through them. It doesn’t wail long at all. 

Jester’s pretty nightgown isn’t all too gored up, so. At least she’s okay. Beau’s showing way more skin, in her breastband and sweatpants, and - keep moving - how can Jester even sleep with her looking like that? But - nope, keep moving.

She doesn’t smell blood. Which should have been the first sign that they’re both alright, really.

With that one dealt with, Yasha keeps moving, up the stairs. Keep moving, step to each pulse of pain. Tries to, at least, because a blue hand yanks her back. 

For a second, an awful second, blue skin means scaly skin and Yasha’s head is throbbing with the agony and - and she’s very thankful she’s not lefthanded, and lifts Skingorger too slow. Because the red haze - or blood? - clears enough to see Jester.

“Yasha - oh, fuck, Yasha,” says Jester, and she’s glowing something beautiful that makes Yasha wince and shy away. It hurts, it really does hurt, and the back of her brain wants to make up for the blood (Beau’s blood, and she’s wasting it, oh no) guzzling from her arm. Or flee from the divine light, even if she knows the Traveler’s doesn’t hurt like a more normal god’s might.

“I’m fine,” Yasha growls. Feels awful, for how Jester steps back. For how her bone starts itching, because it’s got to go first. “They’re after Fjord - they’ll - I’ll be fine. Vampire things, you know?”

“But you’re - oh, ew, gross.” The tiefling makes a face, faintly forked tongue sticking out when she catches the gleam of bone creeping out of the mess of meat, muscle crawling behind. 

It hurts, it hurts like hell, which is - fuck - enough to keep Yasha raging, at least. 

(She’s very, very grateful she can’t smell their blood.)

“Okay,” Jester relents, taking Yasha’s hand and squeezing before barreling up the steps. Finally. 

Yasha can keep moving, stop feeling this itch - fuck, who is keeping her from going now?!

Beau glares at her. Or maybe she’s trying to see anything in the darkness. But it feels like a glare, and Yasha can feel her blood pulsing, angry, from here. “You can’t fucking fight like this,” she snaps. “Just - I’ll watch while you regenerate.”

“But Fjord -”

Yasha’s hit with that crooked smile and shuts up. “C’mon, the captain’s got this. And if he doesn’t - Jester does.”

There’s a very long beat before she adds: “Besides - any minute now Caleb’s going to rock this boat with a Fireball, and I’d rather stay out of the blast radius so he can do that.”

[Send me a spell and I'll write a ficlet/snippet to go with it!]

[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 ☀️

[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

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

for @pipsqueak216 thank you for submitting to help with my project!

Prompt: Jester and yasha confessing feelings and first kiss

Their relationship is relatively new, only a little more than a month old. Or well, at least Jester’s part in their relationship is new. Beau and Yasha have been together for six months and Jester is still getting used to the feeling of having two girlfriends. Or rather, one girlfriend and whatever her relationship with Yasha is. 

Jester has kissed Beau plenty, and done far more than kiss on numerous occasions. The two of them are solidly in a relationship. But Jester has yet to kiss Yasha. She was invited into their relationship because of Beau’s feelings for her, not Yasha’s so on some level, Jester feels guilty for the feelings growing for Yasha.

But they seem to be growing even more rapidly in recent days.

She finds herself staring at Yasha as she gardens, admiring the way the sweat collects on her brow and the pride in her eyes when she pulls a fully grown carrot from the dirt. And gods the way her muscles ripple when stretches after working out and her smile and her love of flowers and truly everything about her.

This giddy feeling of a crush is one of Jester’s favorite feelings, it feels almost like someone is blowing bubbles in her stomach. But the guilt comes from the fact that Jester knows about Zuala, that Jester knows how long it took for Yasha to feel comfortable enough to love Beau. 

Besides, who knows if Yasha even likes her that way in the first place.

Despite the fact that she wants nothing more than to ask Beau’s advice, she knows that this is a problem for her to solve by herself. Beau will tell Yasha and then the whole thing will become complicated. And it could lead to her losing this relationship entirely and that can’t happen because she loves them so much. 

So she keeps it to herself. Even if it means nearly biting through her lip when Yasha walks into their bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around her shoulders to soak up the water dripping from her hair. 

Beau and Jester are still in bed, though Beau is dressed in her robes, ready to leave for work and Jester is still in her light pink nightgown. For the past few minutes, Jester has been trying so hard to get Beau to skip work today and just stay with them.

When she sees Yasha, Beau grins and jumps off the bed to take Yasha by the waist and kiss her, “Morning, babe.” 

Yasha laughs against Beau’s lips, “Don’t you have to go to work soon?” 

Beau groans and rolls her eyes, “Jester says I don’t have to go and I can stay in bed with you two all day.” 

Jester grins and gets up, attaching herself to Beau’s back, “And you should listen to me because I’m always right.” She nips her fang against Beau’s earlobe, making the woman shiver. 

Yasha smiles at the two of them, “Well then it sounds like you don’t really have a choice.” 

Beau hums, but all too quickly shakes her head, “You two are such bad influences, Dairon will have my ass if I miss work again.” 

“What if I want your ass?” Yasha croons in Beau’s ear, squeezing her hip.

“Nope, nope, nope,” Beau extracts herself from her girlfriends’ arms, “I’m leaving before you can convince me to stay.” 

Jester pouts as Yasha laughs, “Have a good day at work, babe.” 

Beau sighs dramatically, but gives them both a kiss before darting out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her softly. As Beau leaves, Jester plops back down on the foot of the bed, watching Yasha as she digs around in the closet for what she wants to wear. Her tail flicks behind her playfully as she gazes over Yasha’s broad body. Yasha doesn’t seem bothered by her attention thankfully. 

And when Yasha is dressed in a soft green dress, she turns to look at Jester with an odd look on her face, “Is everything okay? You have a weird look on your face.”

Jester immediately blushes and covers her face with her hands. Her mama always said that she has a bad poker face. Of course Yasha can see the lust written all over her face. It’s honestly a miracle that Yasha or Beau hasn’t called her out on her massive crush on the barbarian. So…might as well bite the bullet, right?

“Yasha, can I ask you something?”

She hears Yasha laugh softly and the bed bounces a bit as she sits down beside her on the bed. “Of course.”

Jester keeps her hands over her face, sure she won’t be able to ask this if Yasha is looking at her. “Do you ever want to, you know, kiss me?” And immediately she turned even deeper purple and quickly adds, “If you don’t want to it’s totally fine and it doesn’t matter and I’ll be totally fine-”

Her nervous rambling is cut off by Yasha’s hands on her wrists. Jester lets Yasha slowly pull her hands away from her face nervously. She finds Yasha looking at her with an amused smile, “You want to kiss me?” Jester nods. 

Yasha leans forward, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and kisses her softly. Her lips are chapped, but Jester doesn’t mind. It’s everything she’s wanted, it’s warm and soft and Yasha smells like lavender soap. Yasha’s hands are on her cheeks, her hands so warm as she caresses her cheek softly. 

When they pull apart, Jester can’t help but grin, her tail flicking back and forth in delight.

Yasha smiles shyly, “Beau’s been telling me to do that since I told her I had feelings for you.”

Jester laughs through a gasp, “Why did you wait then?”

“Because I know this is your first real relationship and I wanted to be, I don’t know, careful.” 

“I was waiting because I didn’t want to rush you,” Jester tells her. The two of them laugh until Jester says, “I have feelings for you too in case that wasn’t clear.” 

“Oh that was very clear,” Yasha smiles as she kisses Jester again.

[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.)

[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.