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erzbethluna · 1 year
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Happy Bday Lil baby Baz!! 🎂🐀🌹❤️
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This is a very little tribute to our favorite lil puff ✨🥰 this was supposed to be the Goatober #8, but never had the proper time to develop it fully. I wanna share it anyway today, in Baz Bday ✨💖🥰 he having all the love he deserves!!!
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henreyettah · 2 years
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Drawtober day 12: mother 👩‍👦
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thedgeofsleep · 7 months
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Hugs from Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy!
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vebokki · 5 months
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besties
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artsyunderstudy · 5 months
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“‘I told you [...] The spell.’ He sighs. ‘How I found you.’ It’s impossible to stay hidden from someone who loves you. My knees buckle. He catches me before I can fall.”
What's Left by @cutestkilla
Carry on Countdown | Day Thirteen: Shudder
This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn’t double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.
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letraspal · 6 days
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“It’s her sister, I think. She’s too young for Watford yet. She looks like his stepmother, dark-haired and pretty, but not like Baz and his mother—they’re drawn in bolder lines than this.”
Mordelia Grimm | Women of the Simon Snow Trilogy
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boleynecklace · 2 months
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and i'd be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice imagine being loved by me!
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azsazz · 11 months
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Divine Darkness
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Anon Request: az sending his shadows to check up on you during long missions!!!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 775
Notes: Okay, this one just HAD to involve the babies. 💙
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The babe on your hip squeals in your arms as shadows swirl around the both of you in an excited frenzy. You laugh, ducking to narrowly avoid missing one as it skitters out of the way of Baz’s grabby hands. They lift your hair off of your shoulders as they wind around the both of you, and you watch admiringly as your first born, Wren, stumbles into the room in a fit of laughter, shadows at his heels.
“Daddy,” Wren squawks, beelining straight for your legs. He wraps himself around you, tiny wings fluttering at his back, swatting at the tendrils as he hugs you tightly, the shadows tickling over his soft skin. “Please!”
Azriel often liked to send his shadows to check in on you and your sons while he was away. In the three years that you had had Wren and Baz, with a baby girl on the way, he’d requested to stay within the Night Court as much as he could. Rhysand understood, of course he did, and while Azriel’s spies were just as trustworthy as the spymaster himself, this mission could not be had without him. 
He must be up at the safehouse, nestled in the thicket of trees between the Spring Court and the Human Lands. It was the only way he’d send the darkness to check in on the four of you, half of the flock of shadows missing, begrudgingly on scout for their master instead of here, playing with you and the babes.
You suck in a breath as the barrier separating your bond from reaching out to his slides open, flooding you with longing and warmth from what the shadows darting in and out the doors carry on the whispers of night. 
Sending a wave of love right back to your mate, you smile as one of the shadows circles around your middle, a gentle caress to his daughter. The smaller tether slips up your arm and brushes against your cheek, a kiss all its own.
Your heart pangs in your chest. You miss him, and while Cassian is more than helpful watching your two rowdy sons so you can get off of your feet, it isn’t the same as having Azriel around. Your mate loves his children with every morsel of his soul. He’d never had that, a real family, just the one he’d chosen for himself, and he wanted nothing more than for all of his children to grow and love each other. He’d been a nervous wreck when you found out you were pregnant with Wren, didn’t think he’d be a good enough father, but he’d been the most helpful partner throughout your pregnancy and when your oldest was finally born, you could see it from the very first time that Azriel laid eyes on him that he’d be the best father a tiny babe could ask for.
Soon, the shadows seem to say, a stroke across your knuckles, threading through your fingers. Wren screeches, batting the shadows off with a spoon he’d snagged from the countertop where you’d been preparing a sweet treat for your boys before a cozy night in with their mommy. You let them sleep in your and Azriel’s room with you last night and they will again tonight, what Azriel didn’t know won’t kill him. He is a sucker for most things when it comes to the children, but allowing them to sleep in your room too often wasn’t one of them. Azriel likes to have his alone time with you, worshiping your body like he’s done since you’d first met. Hel, it’s exactly the reason you’re pregnant with babe number three right now, the tiny being kicking out as if she senses her father’s presence nearby.
Little Baz squirms in your arms. He’s caught one of the shadows, gripping it tightly between chubby fingers and he giggles while it struggles. You know it’s just your mate playing with the toddler, the shadow isn’t a tangible thing, and it will escape your second born's clutches when Azriel calls them back to him so you can help the babes wind down.
You set Baz down to play with his brother who has gotten bored of fighting nearly imaginary beings with his spoon. He’s abandoned the shadows riling him up in favor of whining to you about how he would like his treat now, cheeks red and sweat lining his forehead from exertion. You puff a breath of laughter at the disheveled sight of him and a prideful feeling thrums down the bond from your mate, squeezing your insides in the best way. 
Tomorrow, he’ll be back in your arms tomorrow.
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cactiunderyourfeet · 2 months
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erzbethluna · 8 months
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Six Sentences Sunday (but is a sketch)
Well hello beautiful people! Life has been difficult and busy, but doesn't mean we can't all have fun :D I'm working on art for chapter 4 of For All Intents and Purposes (FAIAP, check here) and this one I'll show a glimpse of, is hilarious tbh :D Thank @hushed-chorus for this scene, is a masterpiece xD *no context, just angy Baz*
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Thank you for the tags :D they mean the world! @artsyunderstudy @hushed-chorus @confused-bi-queer @theearlgreymage @ileadacharmedlife @iamamythologicalcreature @j-nipper-95 @fatalfangirl
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intriga-hounds · 10 months
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it’s always something at the pool party. one year he fell in the pool, one year he hurt his leg in the first five minutes, this year….he blew his pads. he is being suuuuper sad about it but luckily he is the king of cooperative care and actually enjoys me fussing over him. hopefully he’s (literally) back on his feet very soon!
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henreyettah · 2 years
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Drawtober day 6: awakening 🐕
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emeryhall · 5 months
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🔥 🔥 🔥
“Smoking is the great romance of my lifetime. If I could find someone I wanted forty-five times a day, perhaps I could stop.” — Fran Lebowitz
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Simon: why are there so many dicks, Penny?
Simon: I mean this is a lot of dick pics
Simon: is this normal?
OR: New York City firefighter Simon Snow mistakenly downloads Grindr instead of Tinder and falls for British arsonist Baz Pitch.
for @carryon-countdown day 16: smoke
chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5
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propertyofsamcollins · 5 months
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Has a rbf that makes them look disgusted: Sam, Milo, Damien*, Smart-ass, Christian, Porter, Alexis, Freelancer*,
Has a rbf that makes them look done with life: Darlin', David, Aaron, William, Sweetheart*, Monarch Baz*, Baby (Ollie), Honey
* - somewhere in the middle but this one resonates more
if I think of anyone else, I'll add them to the list, but it's 2am and I've posted enough for the night
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sailorblossoms · 1 year
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Simon was so happy and comfortable and settled after sex with Baz that he started calling him babe right there. He's affectionate and kissing him all over his face with an easiness Baz notes as unexpected. Simon experienced a connection on a level that made him wonder during his climax if that was magic (given the way his own magic worked, it notably wouldn't have been possible for him to have had that kind of release when he had it).
It opened something in Simon. It freed something within him, bringing them closer together. This is what Simon wants, even when he doesn't quite understand "where it's all leading to," or what he's "supposed to take." To be closer to Baz, as close as physically possible. "Babe" is a level of closeness and affection. Simon takes his cues from Baz, and not just during sex: Simon doesn't know how to be in a loving relationship, and he's learning from Baz. Simon has heard Baz tell him he's "his love" and "his darling" – this is Simon following his lead in his own way. He tells Baz he is "his babe."
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artsyunderstudy · 4 months
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Your Fragile Bones Are Mine
Rating: Explicit
Words: 40k
Chapters: 5/5
Summary:
The grounds around the gates of Watford are burnt. The dining hall stinks of magick. It's three months since the tumultuous end of seventh year—one lonely summer, and six more weeks in a lonelier room—and Baz is finally back. And Simon needs to know why.
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