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mercifulmemories · 8 months
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@bastxrds asked for a thing from bb-8
People underestimated the little droid all the time. He was very cheeky, very opinionated, and a lot to handle. BB-8 liked the work they did with the Resistance, he liked feeling important. He also liked working with Poe. That guy never treated him like just another piece of machinery, he treated him like any other fighter, and he appreciated that. 
Of course, the Resistance had plenty of droids, but it was obvious that pilots had their droids they preferred, and he was glad that Poe liked it. It was probably because he was outspoken, and sassy, but that was just a guess. 
Rolling over to his friend, he nudged against his leg to say hello, and moved to roll alongside him. 
bebeep (Hi!)
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masterwcrk · 10 months
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@bastxrds (ventress), moved for beta.
It was strange seeing Red return night after night. Pandemonium wasn't the sort of club that mundanes visited. Not unless they were connected to downworlders. Of course, they had some mundanes that loved the atmosphere Magnus had created and he made certain the rules were followed, but for someone like Red it wasn't the sort of place she should be seen. And yet there she was again, back at the club, looking a little out of place and it had her wondering why. Of course, she knew the sort of temptations the club held. Even though Saj used it for relaxation and a time to pull her thoughts together, some of the others used it for other means. So what brought Red back? A part of her knew she was part of the reason, but what were the others? "Guess I'll have to talk with the bouncer about the frat boys that keep slipping in," she teased, smirking at the other. That was the downside to allowing mundanes into the club; there would always be the sorts who thought they were cooler than they really were. She' dealt with them before and they learned quickly that she didn't put up with them. Red wasn't her and she could imagine what hell she had to endure on her own. Unfortunately, she couldn't come every night. Not when she had a job to do. "Hrm, I don't know," she teased, looking like she was thinking about the question. Saj had missed her. It was nice coming to the club and seeing her. Better than dealing with the judgement she got at the Institute.
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the place has a grip on her that she can't put into words. she'd tried but Simon just didn't get it, & this was decidedly not the sort of place she talked about with her coworkers. it wasn't just the mysterious date woman she kept running into, either; something about this place felt utterly correct to ever fibre of her being. it was almost like... not quite COMING HOME but maybe in the foyer of wherever it was she was supposed to call just that.
which made absolutely no sense whatsoever.
the club itself wasn't something she could ever really commit to paper either when she wanted to remember it. it was like it existed under a veil that shifted & obscured the details every time she sat down to put pen or pencil to paper. she could remember the other's face, though, & the strange tattoos that seemed to adorn her in varying stages of vibrancy.
she could remember her drink order, too, but that was also beside the point.
' Magnus dealt with them already, ' Clary finally offers. the club owner seemed to always slide in right at the perfect moment & if she didn't know better, it was as if he was keeping an especial eye on her when the other wasn't there. ' I think you did, ' the redhead finally teases. ' you walked in like a guided missile, and I'm not that interesting otherwise. '
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crimefightrmoved · 2 years
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KINDLY REQUESTING DC TO LET THEM FUCK AGAIN
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shieldretired · 1 year
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@bastxrds moved for beta editor
                          "MUSEUMSINSEL, HU?" he repeats, the German word a little weird in his mouth even if he knows what it means (thanks, World War II). He fishes out his phone to do a quick Google search just so he won't forget about it later – Steve won't actually do his research about it now, that would be impolite, and he hates it when people he's having conversations with do it. "It sounds familiar, but I'm gonna read up on that one, thanks!" About 80 % of strangers he meets don't think he's such a nerd – Captain America is always punching aliens or Nazis or robots on live TV, surely his hobbies include Parcours and shoot-'em-ups. And even if they don't realize he's Cap, his physical appearance tells them he's a jock that spends all his free time in the gym. Which, okay, he likes to go on runs and lift some weights. It's nice that his body finally works the way it's supposed to, and every day he wakes up without aches, and a lung free of fluid feels like a miracle. But nothing but sports and exercise would be boring, too, so he likes the more mentally-challenging side of art.
                          "You're kinda secretive, aren't you?" Steve added, the grin tugging at the corners of his lips weakening the accusation to an amused remark. "Answering my question without actually answering my question. That's a spy trick Natasha told me about. Well, it's also something politicians use every day..." He pushes his hands into the pockets of his pants. "You don't wanna tell me where you're from, exactly. That's fine. Is there anything you wanna share? Favorite animal, for example?"
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shefatalesarch · 1 year
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AS HER FEET CARRIED HER SHE FOCUSED ON THE OLDER WOMAN and her head tilted ever so slightly. she and talia were sisters but they did not always see eye to eye on situations. their father no doubt played a part in that. her gaze was searching over talia as if trying to decide exactly what to do here. she was her sister at the end of the day and all nyssa wished was to focus on that rather then to focus on something ... else. "talia .... to what do i owe this unexpected visit?" she spoke. together they could run this league, better than their father ever did but she had to admit she owed it to felicity and oliver to help mia, which is why she was spending so much time here of late.
@bastxrds ♥ for a starter from nyssa al ghul for talia al ghul
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starsinshadows · 1 year
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@bastxrds​ is not as convincing as he thinks he is...            ‘  true love is in friendship remember that.  ’ [from eames to arthur]
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     “Of course it is, and I’m sure you’re about to tell me that you’re some sort of expert on the matter, aren’t you?” he asked, though the tone suggested it wasn’t much of a question and he was putting on an air of distraction. In truth, Eames tended to hold a lot more of his attention when the other man was in the room than he’d like to admit, but he was firm on the reasoning being that he trusted Eames when he had to about the big things, but he didn’t trust him not to cause or get involved in mischief. Arthur smelled mischief today. 
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leschanceux · 1 year
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@bastxrds asked ❛ excuse me, i think i’m lost. ❜ -
How, Yancy wonders, is that possible? The Shatterdome is massive, yes, but the buildings are relatively open; getting lost is a challenge. Yancy squints a little at the other man, notes the unfamiliar face ( not that he knows everybody here, but you start to recognise the same faces in the same areas after a while. Maybe there’s been a new recruitment batch? ) and asks, “where are you supposed to be?”
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aetcrnus · 1 year
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Once upon a time she might have found it amusing,  being able to recognize his presence without even having to turn around,  and yet,  right now it only brought forth an ache deep in her chest,  as if her heart was being squeezed just a little too tight.    A reminder that she was still human after all.    “  Han. . .  ”    Oh,  how she wished the name falling from her red painted lips would have come out in a flat tone,  and yet,  the hint of exasperated fondness was hard to hide,  no matter how hard she could have tried.
“  You shouldn’t be here.  ”    A pointless thing to point out when she had no doubts he knew very well,  the trouble he would be in if he was to be found out.    “  You have such disregard for your own life,  don’t you  ?  ”    It was then that she finally turned,  sea green hues meeting familiar hazel ones,  and the corner of her mouth twitched,  an involuntary and yet fleeting smile gracing her features for only a moment.    “  What are you doing here  ?  ”
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     → @bastxrds​ ( han solo ) ; src
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authcrwriites · 2 years
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@bastxrds​ did the thing.
"you must've gotten the short straw." the hospital was the last place she wanted to be, but given the fact her wound was still bleeding ventress knew she needed more than her own handiwork. hopefully, this nurse didn't know who she was and he wouldn't ask too many questions. "or are you the only one on duty tonight." [ventress' modern verse for obi's modern verse]
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His face was buried in his coffee mug when he heard that voice and looked up,  for a moment he was stopped in his tracks and had to shake himself out of it,  this was his job now.   He needed to look after people.  It was a hell of a lot better than the last uniform he’d donned.   “I’m one of them,  my other colleague is almost gone,”  He gestured to his mug before putting it down and finally taking in her appearance.  
“You should,  oh for fuck’s sake,”  He doesn’t even grab the form as he stands up.  “We should probably get you sitting down.”
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crimeloyalty-arch · 2 years
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it’s been a shitty day.  harley’s curled up in a corner of the break room,  cup of coffee clutched in her hand. she’s struggling to make herself drink it,  even though her head pounds from the lack of caffeine. her scrubs are a couple sizes two big for her,  and are not the scrubs she brought to the hospital this morning. it’s not even the untimely retirement of her favorite scrubs that’s bothering her;  she’s used to similar losses in her prior career,  and it’s a small price to pay to save someone’s life.  
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it’s just that she didn’t save someone’s life.  harley sniffles,  pressing her hands to her eyes as if that’ll stop the tears from coming.  she’s killed before.  she’s killed people she cared for,  but that was survival,  and this⸻ it’s failure.  
she hears the door open,  relieved when it’s @bastxrds​ who walks in.  the other residents hate that harley’s here.  most of the attending do too -- her victims have been their patients.  miranda may well be the only person in this place who talks to her ( and her arrival is sparing bruce wayne from one very miserable phone call. ) 
“ hey, ” she squeaks,  greeting the other woman with an awkward wave. “ hey,  do you have  a minute? ”
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sprinklekindness · 1 year
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logging in to see @bastxrds on my dash brightens my day
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mercifulmemories · 8 months
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@bastxrds moved from here for beta
If there was anything Artoo had learned over the last few decades, it was that Leia always had a plan, and she was usually trying to do what was best for the fleet so they could survive another day, another fight. So far, that plan had done well for them, and who was the droid to say any different? He was still in one piece after all these years. Probably mostly thanks to Luke and Poe, if he was being honest. 
There were likely others, of course, but when he had been in low power mode, he was certain it had been Poe who cleaned him up once or twice. If it hadn't been Poe specifically, the droid would like to find out who had kept him in clean, working order, and possibly thank them. Though he didn't know how yet. 
That was something to look for another day, he figured.
Right now, he was proverbially dragging Han Solo with him to see Leia, as long as Leia hadn’t left from the war room, of course. If she had, then he wasn't sure where to drag Han so they could talk. Surely Leia wouldn't have gotten too far. At least the little droid could hope that she hadn't left. 
beepbeep bop boopvrrrrrrt Whhhooo bzzt bzzt bewoop merrrrt mertbop (I've spent plenty of time with her to know that she just likes things done her way, most of the time.) 
Kriff, he was difficult to deal with, and R2 could see why he liked to storm off and just smuggle his way around the galaxy. Leia had told the droid of some of the good times they'd had though, which was really why he thought he should drag Han back. If they just talked it out, maybe it would get better… 
Arriving in the war room, R2 rolled to a stop, making a small weary noise. Leia wasn't there. He knew he wouldn't be able to string Han along with him forever. If the droid could have hung his head, he probably would have in that moment. 
brrt weeoooo BZZZT beoo beep boop. (She was just here when I came to get you.)
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masterwcrk · 6 months
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Ventress. ( @bastxrds, moved for beta )
Unfortunately, she’d learned the hard way that criminals weren’t always the smartest. Even though she hadn’t met with the cops she knew that they would find out who’d broken into the bakery. Everyone in the town was close and something like this didn’t really happen. And when it did they were quick to pinpoint the cause. This time, though, none of them had seen it coming and she was certain once the group at the bar found out all hell would break loose. “I hope not either,” is all she can say in return, hoping that it was a stranger. Saj knew it would make things easier if it was a stranger. If it was someone Red knew? All she could think was that they better be far away from town. She wasn’t the only one who would resort to violence when someone they cared about was threatened. Or in this case hurt. “Red, I’m sure one of your assistants can get started on all of that,” she pointed out, shaking her head. Leave it to Red to think about all the work she had to do instead of the fact she’d been hurt. They all knew she was busy and that her business had picked up recently. But she knew that if the others found out she’d just walked out of the hospital they’d show up and bully her to rest. “I don’t know, they haven’t said anything to me,” she told Red shrugging her shoulders. It didn’t look like the ER was busy but all of that could change in an instant. “You should be resting anyways after what happened.”
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she enjoys a fair amount of privilege being a small town favorite & while she's not normally keen on admitting that little fact, she's grateful for it right now. even if Luke's men don't find who was behind this, Andy would & that's almost scarier. Andy wasn't even the one who worried her the most, she was just the loudest, most obviously displeased one in a crowd when something went down.
no, the honor of being the one who genuinely could have scared her rested on the shoulders of the woman currently giving her a look that almost made her regret asking to go home.
almost.
' not if the bakery is taped off. ' it felt like a reasonable thing to point out, at least. ' I will rest. far more comfortably than I am here if I can go-- ' Clary points out as she tries to keep the edge of a whine out of her voice as she bites off, realizing how impossible it probably was. she lived above the bakery. the door to her apartment was inside the back hallway access.
the very same door that had been busted wide open when whoever it had been had come down the alley with a pry bar. she shivers quietly, realizing how much worse things could have been if she had finished up & gone upstairs unaware, only to be shaken out of sleep to the commotion downstairs instead.
the energy rushes out of her as she exhales & finally looks up at Saj. ' I just don't want to be here. I'm not... up for having to pretend I'm fine when everyone inevitably descends on me, you know? '
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crimefightrmoved · 2 years
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broose infuriates @bastxrds​ (affectionately)
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shieldretired · 2 years
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@bastxrds ​​ ;; Troy starters (still accepting)
Tony said: “You should not have come here tonight.”
                             STEVE LOOKS AT THE EMPTY SCHNAPPS BOTTLE, the overturned tumbler, the ice bucket filled with mostly water by now. The harsh stench of alcohol and a human body digesting this alcohol reaches his nose, which Steve has a hard time not to wrinkle because of the smell. It's — not the sight he expected when visiting Avengers Tower. Usually, he's down in Washington D.C., but every now and then, the longing gets too much, and he has to come up here and look at the strange and yet familiar skyline of Brooklyn. It's quite handy to have an apartment in Stark's tower for these occasions, even if it's too much, too big, so Steve makes a point to at least do some socializing and talk to Tony when he's about to sleep here. Stark is right, though. Tonight seems to be a bad night for a visit. 
                          "Well, I'm here now," he says, which is a dumb and very obvious thing to say, but Steve is a bit put off by Tony's appearance and behavior, and it's the first thing that comes into his mind. He walks over and picks up the empty bottle and the overturned glass. "C'mon, it's probably better if you go to bed."
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firelightfables-arc · 2 years
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semi-plotted for @bastxrds (moon knight!)
Half a coast away, Jim’s coffee went crashing to the ground. Cardboard crumpling as he leaned against the stone facade of the bodega, lights just flickering on as night enveloped. Crumpled half over as he was, even Jim could sense it; the malignant flare of something not crossing over but breaking out. An otherworldly bomb dropped that was rippling and thank god he hadn’t been in the epicenter. It gave him enough time to catch a breath, shivering despite the hot evening, cool skin dotted with goose bumps, before it was no longer a concern of simply Jim Corrigan. The coffee lay abandoned as the Spectre disappeared in a puff of green.
When he emerged, it was Spectre who stepped from the air, trailing green smoke that rose in wisps from the voluminous green cape around his shoulders. Sirens sounded in the distance, but it was the cacophony nearby that drew the the spirit’s attention. It was hard to miss the sight. Bloodied human face laughing into the night, clothes torn, pulsing with an unnatural strength that the Spectre knew was directly linked to the throbbing being within.
Spectre knew that outline. The smell alone was signal enough - the rot of a decaying mortal host and the acid feel in the air of power. Mixed with something the Spectre had not seen since days when the pyramids were the mightiest thing in the sky. The latter of which was...odd. What was an old god doing here?
What amazed the Spectre perhaps even more than what they were dealing with was the fact that someone had beat them here. A flash of white - stark against the grime of the back alley - and the wet THWOCK of fists that left blood arcing through the air against the walls. Fury and something more drove the figure, something that left the Spectre frowning; he was not the only higher power here. And while not nervous, it made him cautious.
The host laughed, however, a nasty, high pitched sound and Spectre found himself forced to act. Mist half filled the alley as the Spectre stepped forward, reaching in to grab the young/old god within. Pressing down, white eyes glowing, cloak flickering in the rush of power trying its best to slip through the Spectre’s grasp. "If you will not kill him then I will be forced to act, servant of the moon. You do not have long before something far worse emerges.”
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