#bazz deserves all the love

[muzansfangs]

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I may or may not have recently fallen for Bazz-B? Help

Curious fingers.

Starring: Bazz-B x f!reader;

Format: drabble;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, language, mention to squirting, rough make out session, gagging, semi-public sex, manhandling, clit edging, slut shaming, casual hook-up, the reader is a quincy as well;

Plot: He had caught you staring at him. You were clearly sending him a message, you wanted him. He was right, indeed, you craved him. Specifically, though, you wanted to feel the way he could use his skilful fingers on you. A man who fought with them could surely help you ride out powerful orgasms.

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“Are you done eye-fucking me?” he arrogantly asked you, one of his gloved hands pinning you to the wall by your shoulder, fingers digging onto your flesh through your uniform. You should have seen it coming from miles away. Pulling the right strings to make him snap had been pretty easy and you really were in no position to complain, obviously. Your hot-headed colleague had fallen straight into your trap, albeit he was probably still convinced he had the upper hand.

Everything was going according to your plan.

You arched your eyebrow, defiantly raising your chin “I have no idea of what you’re talking about” you replied casually, back flattened against the polished marble surface behind you.

Bazzard scoffed, clearly not buying your words. You had a certain reputation, after all. When you wanted something, you did anything in your power to obtain it. He was fed up with you and the little game you had started a few weeks ago. Staring at him intently, sparring with your degenerated group of friends in his proximity wearing that scanty skirt, spreading your legs enough to grant him a clear view of your underwear while sitting across from him. You were sending him a message and he was no one to bite the hand that was feeding him.

He grasped your jaw roughly with his free hand, nose brushing against yours as his upper lip twitched “Oh, save that attitude for some other idiot. — he stated, watching you grin at him as he squeezed your cheeks — If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask for it” he said, abruptly letting go of your face and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You inhaled sharply through your nostrils, hands gripping the collar of his uniform to pull him closer to you. Messily, sloppily, you kissed him back. His knee ungraciously spread your legs, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip to gain back some command. He groaned, eye opening to check the area around you two. The castle was mazy and intricate enough to get lost and nearly no one knew this deserted wing anyway.

What a pity, though. Bazz was certainly the type who would have loved to have his comrades talk about his disreputable habits. Also, you probably deserved to experience some shame.

“I don’t want your dick, Bazz” you eventually spluttered, hand shoving him back by his chest.

His breath was ragged, his tongue darting out to lap at his bruised lip. Your words took him aback, head cocking to the side in sheer curiousity “Really? Then what are you after? If you are into some other shit you could ask—”.

“Your fingers. — you interrupted him, lolling your head back against the wall — Can you make me come with them?” you challenged him, causing the man in front of you to chuckle and take a step closer to you.

Now you had his attention. Hands riding up your skirt, he tugged the thin material covering your intimacy to the side. The sound of a few seams being ripped made you flinch, shivers running down your spine as he clicked his tongue “Look at you. So this is what you wanted, huh? Kinky bitch, let’s see what I can do then” he commented, amused by your request and the length you had gone to just to achieve your goal.

You scrunched up your nose, hooking your leg around his hip to yank him closer to you and anchor yourself “Have you ever made someone squirt?” you provoked him again, only for him to bring his hand to his mouth and bite onyo the fabric of his glove, tugging at it with his fingers to remove it.

Arousal pooled between your legs, mouth gaping, but soon your found yourself biting onto the black material as he stuffed your mouth with it.

“Nasty, aren’t you? I don’t wanna hear you yap any longer” he rasped out, digits gliding over your heat and playing with your folds with expertise.

You let out a muffled whine, hands gripping the collar of his shirt hard, whilst your hips moved in sync with his movements. The friction was delicious, just like the way he slipped his forefinger and middle finger deep into your core. You furrowed your brows, walls squeezing his fingers perfectly, as you watched him grinning down at you mockingly.

“Already dripping! I’ll have to tell Haschwalth about it! Good, fuckin’ good” he taunted you, before his thumb began to draw slow circles over your throbbing clitoris.

Sweat beaded your forehead, head lolling back against the wall as you let out guttural moans, distorted by the glove in your mouth. Salive dribbled down your chin, while your eyes burned in desire. You wanted more, you needed more and he was taking his sweet time with you.

When he shover a third finger into you, the stretch made your knees buckle, causing him to remove them all at ones and help you back onto your feet. Grasping your ankle, he settled it on the top of his shoulder and let his hand find your clitoris again “Ah-ah, can’t handle it, huh? Then I’ll edge you until you will weep and cry so hard your friends will come to check on you. How does it sound, huh?” Bazz asked you, a strangled whine leaving your throat as you closed your eyes.

Well, as long as he was going to play with your pussy, you could endure that.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! Here’s one of the two Bazz thrists I had in my inbox. I mean, it’s my first time writing for him and I hope this hasn’t turned out to be a huge mess. Anyway, likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated!

x o x o

[thehypnone]

when you listen to the rhrn album can you please give your thoughts about like the mixing? Live albums typically don’t always have the greatest mixing but this one like confuses me

alright anon, I'm using your ask to make my official HYP TALKS RHRN SOUNDTRACK post

tag list: @devilsandstarlight @jazz-bazz @skele-bunny @azureseacloud @lilhoechlinsbae @delusionalbitchinthehouse @fallen-iii-ghost

A disclaimer, any negative-leaning take is not hate or "I would've done a better job" (because I would not), it's only my opinion that I was asked for multiple times due to what I do here on tumblr

Okay so I can divide the tracks in two categories when it comes to mixing and all that stuff:

1. Awesome mixing – more depth, better instrumental and vocal balance – Spillways – Cirice – Call Me Little Sunshine – Twenties – Marry On A Cross – Kiss The Go-Goat – Dance Macabre – Square Hammer

2. Less fortunate mixing – some flatness and chunkiness, less balance – Kaisarion – Rats – Faith – Absolution – Watcher In The Sky – Rats – Miasma – Respite On The Spitalfields

I’m not putting If You Have Ghosts into any of these categories because it’s a different world entirely. It’s actually just brilliant, but it’s not as hard to find balance with so few and such instruments as with the other songs on the album. I think Copia is a little too sharp for this vibe and I'm pretty sure they tried to help with reverb. It was a nice touch, but I think it could’ve been more smoothed out. But also I kinda hear Terzo in the second half of it, not Copia, SORRY. The vocal ghoulette could’ve been put either fully on the middle or all stretched all around to surround Copia and the instrumental and fill the space, if that makes sense

In general the mixing is strange in some places, even in the better made songs, it’s just like they lose the plot sometimes. It's possible (and very likely) that it was prepared with vinyls or CDs in mind, not headphones, but that doesn't explain why sometimes it's better and sometimes worse. Some general stuff about mixing I picked out:

1. Dew isn't really on the right, he's more to the middle than Aeon who's totally to the left. Dew could be louder actually in some places, Aeon could be stretched more to the middle 2. Bass has a great definition, we can finally hear how nice some fillers are and how good Rain actually is 3. The girls got some very much deserved highlights, but they did Swiss dirty. I’m outraged for my bbg, but not only because I love him. It would be a genuinely better technical decision if he was louder and/or placed somewhere else. The entire thing is very off balance. It's lead guitar and strong female vocals on the right, and rhythm and basically nothing (Swiss) on the left. It just doesn't make any sense!!!

Now some stuff about specific songs:

1. Rats – So dirty, the mixing failed a little here, the audience just sounds like noise instead of actual good background – DEW DID A PINCH HARMONIC (I manifested it) – Cirrus!!! It’s hard to hear her most of the time and she rocks here – Aeon and Dew had a very good harmony, they work so good together wtf (sorry Aether but they win here)

2. Faith – Aurora and Cumulus completely slay – I adore Dewdrop’s little addition to the 1st solo – But he missed a note in the 2nd solo heh

3. Spillways – FINALLY Swiss in Spillways – It’s the best mixed song in general and I’m not only saying that because of Swiss (who I love), all the instruments and voices are balanced so much better and so much more fluid – There’s less tone definition on bass though

4. Cirice – Dew does some fancy lil harmonic tricks in Cirice, I LIKE – It’s also very well balanced when it comes to instrument, SWISS IS AUDIBLE – Something went WRONG with Cirrus’ synth here, like omfg they did my girl dirty

5. Absolution – I talked about Absolution extensively here

6. Watcher In The Sky – Love the synth on it, why not do that setup for Cirice pls – But also Swiss is always the loudest at the beginning, why not here!? – It’s on the worse list, but it’s not horrible, the backing synths fill it nicely so it’s not as chunky as Rats for example – I think someone forgor Dew is lead, not Aeon, but at least we can appreciate the bug’s skill some more like that – Mounty slamming those bitches at the end, go baby!

7. Twenties – Very glad they highlighted the drums and the bass so much in this one, it’s what Twenties is FOR – Both Dew and Aeon’s palm muting game is so yummy here – Oh, Swiss how I love you – But what are they doing with the solo mixing, why is the bitch moving at the beginning? It’s like someone was late to press some buttons (It might have been on purpose but trying to do some fancy effects doesn’t always work)

8. Miasma – Miasma lands somewhere between the worse and better mixing category but that might be the lack of vocals which takes away some of the needed balance, but it is rather chunky – I don’t like the synths shoved totally into my left ear but that’s just me, not an actual flaw – But then what are they doing at c. 3 minutes??? Again, more fancy doesn’t always mean better and Miasma is fancy and full enough as it is – I think the mixing in Miasma changes from worse to better along the way because the ending is so much better and smoother, around when the sax comes in so they might’ve adjusted some things just to fit it – OMG RAINY GO FANCY AT THE END (the tiniest solo ever <3)

9. Mary On A Cross – Cumulus oh my fuckckk – The vocals before the chorus is such a good touch, nice ascend into the change in melody, love it – Same with Aurora’s solo part the next time, it’s so good that they put her on the middle for that, it’s perfect – The girls do slay the end but Swiss could balance it nicely if only he were just a tiny bit loudeeeeer – And again what are wed doing with these weirdly sustained layered synths??? That’s just slightly unnecessary

10. Respite On The Spitalfields – Swiss should be louder here, too – Respite is in the slightly worse category because this one sounds very flat to me for most part, it’s like only the drums and bass give any depth (or rather force some depth into it) – Once again Aeon’s palm muting is top tier – Girls slaying as usual – I’m not sure why the strings are just forcefully shoved behind Dew but okay… – The mixing here is a crime!!! It’s so flat and this is a song that deserves to be all around and fully immerse you. I’m actually sad about that one – And where are the solo vocal parts???

11. Kiss The Go-Goat – Now why is KTGG deeper and more melodic than Respite??? We’ll never know ig, but yeah, it’s on the better category – Did Nihil fucking mix this album or what??? – Cirrus’ solo in KTGG should be as loud as Dew’s, period

12. Dance Macabre – Dance Macabre is on the better category too, you can even hear Swiss – Glorious bass here

13. Square Hammer – Now Squammer, very good mixing for the finish but I still think that the girls should be more to the middle and wider, especially in backing vocal heavy tracks like this one – YES Dew bestie go ham on it at the end, slay, make your tech angry – OHHHH AEON’S THING UGHGFHNGHGHHG (he was probably wobbling his pickup switch with one of them turned off so it was basically sound on–off–on–off)

Also not really from the technical side but they cut out some strong tracks and it's honestly a big shame :(

Some gear stuff nobody will hear but me (/hj): 1. Rain definitely still has steel strings ‘cause COME ON, the TONE!!! 2. Aeon’s palm muting skills rock 3. The difference between Aeon’s ceramic humbuckers on the Fantomen and Dewdrop’s Hot Rail single coils is on the Strat so prominent AHHH 4. Aeon missed on the CMLS solo a little but Dew covered him up hjfgsdh 5. Slightly funny addition, but I love that Aurora’s voice and Dewdrop’s guitar can be mistaken for one another sometimes because of the tone and pitch lmfao

And that's it heh I'll gladly elaborate on some aspects or answer any questions that might come up so you know, my askbox and dms are open :3

[thezoraprince]

Valentines - Zora x reader headcanon

“Now that Valentines Day has come to an end, do we have any headcanons about our favorite Zoras and how they’d react to/celebrate the human holiday of love?” - @rocklover719

i had nothing planned to post today. and then i saw this request and went so wild with it

let's just pretend they do celebrate, because i had a LOT to say... i hope you enjoy <3

Sidon

would 1000000000% be down to do anything romantic with you

the guy is a simp frfr

daily prince/king duties? 

not today

he’d doing everything in his power to keep you as close to him as possible

expect loads of gifts and flowers

and the CHEESIEST Valentine’s card that he’s obviously made himself

anything you want is at your fingertips

and you bet he’s taking you out to the NICEST place for dinner

he’s staring at you the whole night

a sloppy, love filled grin plastered on his face

he’s entranced by the way you look tonight

not that he isn’t every night, but

‘Wow, [they’re] something…’ he’d thing to himself

you both share a dessert

and and when you get home, it’s all cuddles and affection

Bazz

Bazz ends up working

not because he forgot to take off

no

but because he wants to go on a survey and find some of your favorite wildflowers for a bouquet

as well as pick the perfect spot for a picnic dinner

he has every intention to make you feel special today

but he also wants you to have some time for yourself as well

once he gets home, he gives you this beautiful bouquet of wildflowers

he wraps you up in his arms and plants a kiss on your cheek

you both get ready for your picnic dinner

and it can be a bit time consuming, because he’s trying so hard to keep himself together

as you’re getting ready, he’ll plant light touches and kisses on you

and he doesn’t do it often, so you’re bound to get at least a little flustered

something’s definitely in the air

once you make it the the cliffside looking over the Akkala region, everything is already set up

the sun sets as you eat

and it’s one of the most romantic dinners of your lives

Rivan

if it’s a training day… he’s not going 

“Fuck you, Bazz. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

he gets up the same time he usually does

which is VERY early

and he makes you the absolute best breakfast you can imagine

once you wake, he brings it to you in bed

and on the tray he brings in, you find a small vase with flowers and a card

you both eat your fill, all while wrapped in the comfy cozy sheets

it’s cuddles and affection all day

unless you want to go out

whatever you want to do, he’s up for

he will show you off to the whole domain

he’s SO proud to be your Valentine

he’s so silly

silly in love

you two would cook dinner together

and you both would make the biggest mess known to Hyrule in your kitchen

it’s quite romantic to say the least

as you go to clean up the kitchen, he stops you, wiping some flour from the tip of your nose

“We can get to that in the morning. There’s something else I’d rather be doing right now…” *wink wink*

Ledo

Ledo’s quite reserved when it comes to romance

today however…

he wants to give you all the attention you deserve

he’s always loved spoiling you with little trinkets and eclectic finds

but he’s got something special for today

your gift has been ready for weeks

and he’s had such a hard time not giving it to you already

he takes the day off to spend time with you

he gets up early to buy you flowers, arranging them neatly in a vase on the table

and he’s made you a card as well, everything written so neatly and precise

he’d spill his entire soul in this card

he takes you out to lunch somewhere nice

nothing too flashy of course

and after that, you both take a little stroll around the domain

once you get to one of the many secluded ponds, his heart would start pounding

it’s gift time

“Close your eyes.”

he’d stand behind you, slowly clasping a locket around your neck

and it’s BEAUTIFUL

he’d spent so much extra time in Dento’s workshop crafting this piece for you

“I wanted to make you something special. I hope you like it.”

he feels butterflies for the rest of the day

just looking at you is enough to set his heart ablaze

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Hunter's Moon (Medieval AU pt. 2)

Chapter 1

Oh we're so back!! What You've Done You Cannot Undo Part 2: Swissalps Boooogaloo 👻

After yesterday's (rather embarrassing...) total disaster with "early access invites", I think my tag list needs thanking for their patience with my bs as well as their support of this series! Link was here if anyone wanted to try and see if it works for them! (best viewed not on mobile). Secret code: swissalps Much love to @ashthewaterghoul @bloodfin @cosmicseafoam @everybodyshusband @jazz-bazz @karmicbias @kentuckyfriedsatan @midnight-moth @nefariousghoul @papaslittlesunshine @zombiequeen777 @0-miles-away for your encouragement on WYDYCU! 🖤 Y'all are the reason there's a sequel happening haha!

Happy Halloween folks, I hope you have a nice time if you're doing anything, and stay safe! 🖤���

Rating: T Content: angst (with a happy ending), alcohol, "hangxiety", vomiting/nausea Words: 4391

Read below, or on AO3!

You are cordially invited to join us for a Harvest Celebration at the Abbey. Refreshments will be provided, and there will be entertainment by local groups, including our own popular folk band! We hope to see you on the thirty-first evening of October, to give thanks for this year's bountiful produce! 

Preparations were well underway for the Harvest festival at the Abbey, but as the final produce was being brought in from the fields, the seeds of discontent were being sowed between Swiss and Mountain. The pair were doing their very best to avoid each other – made difficult by their shared sleeping arrangements – and hoping to dodge the conversation they both knew was coming. It was unavoidable; they knew they had to talk about the events of the previous night at the tavern in the nearby village. The night of the kiss. That didn't stop them from doing all they could to avoid that, though.

The liquor had been freely flowing, Mountain had reasoned. Plied with free drinks by exuberant locals and buoyed up by the ghouls’ music, all of them had indulged more than usual. Even Aether, usually the most stoic and sensible among the pack, had trundled his way back to the Abbey chortling away to his new friend, Cowbell. Swiss had let loose, finally letting the stresses and responsibilities of the previous weeks fall from his shoulders, and Mountain had been over the moon to see him back to his usual happy self.

Some time after his fifth drink, Mountain had lost count. He felt floaty and happy, gravitating towards the multi ghoul who was the one true focus of his attentions. His music project with Copia had gotten off to a roaring start, and the delight in his eyes made them positively gleam. Even sober, Mountain didn’t think he could have resisted their golden glow. They pulled him in, like falling into treacle, and before he was aware of making the decision, his feet had carried him across the tavern floor to press close to his side. Swiss melted against him, celebrating in the way he deserved to. They had barely separated the rest of the evening, dancing, swaying, stuck to each other like magnets.

Mountain couldn’t remember who moved to close the final gap between them, but surrounded by the raucous noise of his pack and the patrons of the pub, he found himself falling forward until his lips pressed firmly against Swiss’. The multi ghoul pressed back against him with a fervour born of weeks of restraint, neither caring about the chaos surrounding them or the bitter taste of beer that lingered in each other’s mouths.

The time between that moment and the pair leaving the tavern could have been minutes or hours for all Mountain knew. He only became aware of his surroundings again as the pair were being bundled into Cowbell’s horse and cart, the ghoul silently but good-naturedly guiding the rowdy, inebriated pack back up the hill and the few miles to the Abbey. Tripping over themselves as they tried to step down to solid ground without detaching their mouths, the two tall ghouls stumbled apart before staggering after the others in the direction of the Den, arms around each other’s waists and giggling to themselves.

Falling into bed hadn’t led anywhere, Mountain didn’t think. He barely remembered taking his shoes off even, before they both fell asleep. Swiss had clearly done something similar; his boots lying strewn in opposite corners of the room the next morning. As Mountain awoke to a pounding headache and a mouth that felt as dry as the desert, he was hit with a feeling of regret like a brick to the back of his head. What if Swiss hadn’t meant to kiss him back? He shuddered at the thought. What if it was just the alcohol?

Ignoring the swirling of the world around his head, he turned to look for Swiss. The multi ghoul was still sound asleep, looking as dead to the world as he always did in the mornings. The guilt wracked Mountain again, and he knew then that he couldn’t be here when Swiss woke – what if he couldn’t stand to see him right now? He suppressed a nauseous groan from moving, and crawled out of bed. The Harvest festival was tonight, and there was undoubtedly more work than he could imagine that still needed to be done for it. Hopefully if he wasn’t still here when Swiss woke, he wouldn’t be as mad at him.

A while after Mountain had left the room, careful to close the door as quietly as possible and with his warm spot in the bed beginning to cool in his absence, Swiss started to wake up. His head felt like a herd of wild boar had used it as a football, but as the memories came flooding back, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Mountain had kissed him. Well, he thought it was that way around. One moment he had been staring at Mountain’s green eyes, blazing with exhilaration and joy, and the next they had been kissing each other like the world was ending. Swiss felt his headache begin to abate just at the thought. He groped around the mattress, searching for the Earth ghoul to continue what sleep and alcohol had presumably interrupted.

Nothing. His hands fumbled around in empty sheets and blankets, never colliding with the warm, firm body of Mountain. That could surely only mean one thing. Swiss bolted upright, the sudden wave of fear combining with the ensuing head-rush almost making him vomit. Nothing. Mountain wasn’t anywhere in the room. The brightness of the sunlight pouring in only added to his nausea as Swiss stumbled towards the bathroom in search of water.

Mountain must regret everything, Swiss decided. Why else would he leave? He must hate him for ruining their friendship. Swiss groaned, splashing more cold water on his face. As much as he wanted to hide in the room forever, lounging in his own misery, there was still a festival to get ready for and one which he was expected to help with the preparations for. That ought to keep Mountain distracted all day too, he supposed: the earth ghouls were due to be especially busy. That was at least until the evening, when they would all be allowed to join in the festivities and celebrate their own successful harvest throughout the year, drinking the blackberry wine, dancing to music…

Music. Swiss felt his heart sink even further. They were supposed to be playing tonight too, hadn’t Copia said as much, several times, last night? Swiss allowed himself one last groan of self-pity, before wandering back into the bedroom to get dressed. There was no chance of him avoiding Mountain it seemed, so he would have to take the harder option: talking to him. Swiss resolved to do his very best to put things right between them: he might have ruined their chances of ever being mates, but hopefully he could lay the groundwork for them remaining friends.

Mountain meanwhile was spiralling. The festival preparations were boring and monotonous for all of the ghouls involved, but to make things worse he had been put on hay bale duty. Hauling the heavy, prickly blocks into position for makeshift dividers and benches was doing nothing to help his pounding headache and queasy stomach, but he tried to distract himself with the task. It was all to no avail however; and soon he was back to catastrophising about all the ways he had messed up his relationship with Swiss. The longer he stayed away, stewing in his own thoughts, the more another competing fear snuck in – what if Swiss understood that a drunken mistake was just that, but was now angry he hadn't stuck around to apologise? There was no way for him to win against his own mind, and all the worst-case-scenarios continued to bombard him as he worked.

When he next took a break from hauling hay, he spotted Delphinia setting out the small and intricately carved wooden cups they were to serve their famed blackberry wine in later. He felt his mouth watering at the thought, having been told by several earth ghouls that the wine was the true highlight of the festival, but shook his head to himself. Not tonight. He hated to miss out on what was apparently a well-loved an Abbey tradition, but it was more important that he remain clear-headed to talk to Swiss. If he gave him a chance to do so, of course.

Mountain sighed deeply. How could everything have gone so topsy-turvey in the last few hours? He'd been so close to talking to Swiss, finally asking him to be his after so long of wanting, and now they were further away from that than they had possibly ever been before. Kicking at a stone angrily, he watched it skitter across the gravel path before stuttering to a halt as it hit a bump. If that didn't feel like a metaphor for his own life right now...

Back in the Den, Swiss crawled into the common room, eyes squinted shut against the late morning light. He was met, to his surprise, not by any of his pack but by the sight of Cowbell passed out on the couch, snoring. Swiss didn't think he'd ever seen them look so casual before, one arm dragging on the floor and their tail curled around their other arm for comfort as they slept.

Before Swiss could join them in their stupor on another couch, Aether also entered the common room. Under his arm was a small, familiar walnut chest.

“Hangover cure?” Aether offered with a grin, shaking the box at the multi ghoul. Swiss grunted desperately in response, making groggy motions with his hands for Aether to hand over its contents. Aether dutifully plucked out one of the pre-portioned bundles of herbs that laid inside, before placing another on the arm of the sofa next to Cowbell.

“How are you so chipper this morning? You seemed plenty drunk on the way home.” Swiss grumbled, chewing on the dried stalks and wincing at the bitter taste. He felt his stomach begin to settle instantly however, and the edges of his headache slowly began to erode away.

“Some of us didn't spend our evenings sucking down beers and earth ghouls’ tongues!” Aether teased with an exaggerated wink. He stopped himself from saying anything more however when he saw the crestfallen look on Swiss’ face. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean it like that...”

Swiss shook his head; Aether hadn't meant to upset him, he knew that.

“Mount clearly wishes he hadn't spent his evening like that either,” huffing dejectedly, Swiss slumped further down into the couch, “he was gone when I woke up this morning.”

It was common knowledge that Swiss and Mountain shared a room by now, but no one had felt the need bring it up before. Several of the pack thought they were just keeping their developing relationship under wraps, with last night simply being the first time they had let the curtain fall. Aether had no idea that it had actually been their first real step in that direction. The quintessence ghoul moved to sit beside Swiss on the couch, letting him rest his head on his shoulder with a sigh. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he could at least be there for him if he wanted to talk.

They stayed that way, sat in companionable silence, until Cowbell began to stir and Cirrus and Cumulus appeared. Swiss raised his head with a groan, letting Aether attend to his latest ‘patients’ who were also feeling rather thick-headed.

Eventually the drowsy fog in the room lifted, helped in no small part by Cirrus raiding the kitchens for what was left of breakfast; the smell of warm bacon enticing even Swiss over to the dining table. As much as they would have all welcomed a morning inside, there was still a lot to be done to prepare for the festival and so, bellies full, they all trudged out to the Abbey grounds to do their part.

~~~~~~~

Two more ghouls that should also have been helping, but were skiving their duties in bed, were Rain and Dewdrop. The gentle hubbub of noise in the passage outside had failed to wake them, but eventually the autumn sun pouring through the window did. Scrunching his eyes up against the light, Rain burrowed his face into Dew's hair. The fire ghoul wriggled slightly as he in turn began to wake, but neither made any move to leave their shared embrace. This was becoming routine for them; waking in each other's arms.

Rain's head felt slightly heavy, but he knew the rest of his pack must be feeling a lot worse. Sure, he and Dew had both enjoyed the free beer, but it had seemed almost unnecessary with the way they felt drunk off each other instead. Looking back on the memories of the night before, starting with the roaring success of their fellow pack members' first ritual, Rain felt a deep sense of contentment. The night had only gotten better, he thought, as tables and chairs had been pushed aside and the dancing had begun. It had reminded him of the parties of his home clan, and all the other large celebrations he hadn't experienced in years. A thrill of anticipation ran through him as he realised that they would get to repeat the fun again tonight, but with the rest of the ghouls in the Abbey he'd met over the last few weeks.

The most exciting part of the previous night had, of course, been seeing Swiss and Mountain together at last. While Rain might have been caught up in his and Dew’s blossoming love story, he hadn't missed the signs that his packmates were living out their own. He didn't know when their friendship had crossed into something more – they had certainly hidden it better than him and Dew had, especially if they had been a pair for a while already – but he was overjoyed for them, nonetheless. Rain held Dew close, thanking Him below for his and his packmates’ happiness.

“Morning Rainy,” Dew murmured drowsily against his chest, finally awake enough to speak. The words came out slightly croaky: Dew had been leading the chorus of cheers directed at Swiss and Mountain last night, Rain supposed, before his mouth decided it would be better occupied pressed against Rain's.

“Good morning, Love,” he whispered back, “sleep well?”

Dew nodded, his hair brushing against Rain’s sides and tickling him as he nuzzled closer.

“Not as well as Mount and Swiss will have,” he sleepily chuckled, “they were really out of it when we got back!”

Rain sniggered to himself. Their packmates really had been in a world all of their own. He was sure that warranted at least some light-hearted teasing later.

“I didn't even know they were together.” He mused aloud.

“Nor did I...” Dew hummed. “I thought Swiss would've told me if something happened. 'M happy for them though, maybe last night was just the kick they needed to finally realise how loopy they are for each other.”

“I'm not sure we have a leg to stand on there!” Rain giggled, squeezing Dew tightly until the fire ghoul squawked in protest and the pair descended into peals of laughter, all thoughts of their pack – and their duties regarding the festival – forgotten.

~~~~~~~

Outside, Swiss had already been put to work alongside Cirrus and Cumulus. The trio had been tasked with hanging enchanted fairy lights all along the pathway down to the main road to the village; guiding beacons for those curious – and brave – enough to venture up. The constant bending and reaching was doing nothing to help Swiss’ headache, but instead of complaining he was simply grateful to continue to avoid Mountain. He still had no idea what he could possibly say to him.

The air ghoulettes had both sensed immediately that something was off with the usually-cheery ghoul, and it was costing them every scrap of patience they had not to ask what had put him in such a gloomy mood. Soon however they were granted a welcome distraction in the form of Sunshine, arms laden with brightly glowing lanterns.

“Overslept?” Cumulus teased as she approached, hair curling wildly around her ears.

“Eh,” she waved the comment off with a grin, “I’m here now aren’t I? As long as everything gets done in time Copia won’t care.”

“Besides, has anyone seen him yet this morning?” Cirrus chimed in. She had a point; no one had heard a peep from the old man yet, who was usually one of the earliest risers in the Abbey.

They all resumed their task, Sunshine slotting herself beside Swiss to pass the lights up to him and saving him from the constant bending down, allowing the remains of his headache to ebb away. Although far from working in silence, the things that hung unsaid in the air were loud. Cumulus especially was uncharacteristically quiet, biting her tongue to avoid outright demanding Swiss tell her what was bothering him.

One ghoulette who was not so tactful however was Mist. When the ghouls were almost down to the road with their lights, she came loping down the path towards them clutching a small hamper. They realised as she grew closer just how long they must have been working, with the sun nearly at its peak.   

“Alright, lover boy?” She called with a loud whistle.

Oblivious to the panicked glares the other ghoulettes were shooting her, she produced a pair of glass bottles from the hamper and held them out temptingly. The condensation running down the outsides did look tempting, the thought of a cold drink on the mild autumn day making them all realise just how thirsty they were.

Swiss however looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up. He was still a little intimidated by the water ghoulette and her directness. Mist seemed unbothered by his silence though, continuing to unload the hamper of a selection of snacks and to pour the drink; a sweet, ginger-infused concoction from Aether that soothed their remaining stomach jitters. Swiss sipped it gratefully, burying his face in the cup. It didn't work though, and he could still feel Mist's piercing blue gaze boring a hole in the side of his head.

“What's got you looking like a bear with a sore head?” She quipped lightly. “Moping because your hunky earth ghoul is busy? He's hauling hay bales right now, I'd have thought you'd be spying from the bushes!”

Everyone fell very silent at Mist's words, as Swiss looked up like a deer caught in headlights, stricken. He couldn't stop the blush colouring his cheeks, as much as her words simultaneously made him want to cry. Swiss realised he didn't even know if Mountain would ever want to speak to him again, let alone be describes as Swiss'.

“Oh Honey...” Mist's entire demeanour changed as she softly cooed, seeing the expression on his face fall. Her soft side came out only rarely, but when it did it was as comforting as sinking into a warm bath. Before he knew what was happening, Swiss found himself sat on the dry earth floor swarmed in a ghoulette group hug, someone producing a handkerchief for the tears he hadn't realised were leaking from his eyes. It smelled like fresh air and spring flowers, and he assumed it was Cumulus'. Surrounded by love, Swiss let the floodgates open, allowed himself to feel all the hurt and confusion he had been feeling all day.

“What happened Sweetheart?” Mist murmured, stroking his back while his shoulders shook. “What's got you so upset?”

Between choked sobs, Swiss was finally able to get out the events of that morning, explaining at length the emotional rollercoaster he had been on over the few hours he'd been awake, thinking he had finally got everything his heart wanted only to have it all torn away. How Mountain hadn't been there when he woke up, and had left no explanation for his absence.

“He didn't even leave a note,” he said, almost begging someone to tell him he had misunderstood everything, to suddenly produce an explanation of their own, “he's always there in the mornings, no matter what! Even when he's busy or has to head out early he'll always bring breakfast.”

Cirrus and Cumulus shared a concerned glance behind his back; they frequently bumped into Mountain scurrying around laying food on a tray for the pair, he seemed to take great joy from the act of providing for Swiss.

“Maybe he just forgot?” Sunny suggested. Swiss shook his head vehemently.

“He never forgets! He must regret last night so much, he has to hate me now!” Another volley of sobs wracked his body, counterbalanced by the harmonising concern of the ghoulettes around him. They were all trying their best to hide the mild shock at learning that the hitherto inseparable ghouls really were in fact, just friends until now.

“I'm sure there's an explanation, if you talk to him,” suggested Cirrus, ever the voice of reason amongst the group, “there's no way he'd want you to be this upset.”

“How can I talk to him though, when he clearly doesn't want to? He knows I'm down here, wouldn't he come and find me if he wanted to?”

No one had an answer for that.

Work completely forgotten, the ghoulettes stayed in their huddle around Swiss until his eyes were dry again and his breaths even. The final lanterns were a short matter with five pairs of hands now, as the group made a plan.

Mist was more than willing to square up to Mountain: the ghouls were all pack now, and he had made one of her pack cry. Even though she was short in stature, only slightly more than half of the earth ghoul’s unglamoured height, she cut an imposing figure as she stood with her hands defiantly on her hips. The thought of Mountain having to crouch to be lectured by her made Swiss giggle despite his woes.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Cirrus reasoned, quickly putting a stop to that approach, “I’ll happily be next in line to chew him out if that’s what’s needed, but let’s think what else we can do first.”

“Are you absolutely certain he regrets last night,” Cumulus added, “and that he’s not just really busy with the festival? The earth ghouls always get the brunt of the work this time of year, maybe someone came to fetch him from your room before he could say goodbye?”

Swiss thought for a minute; he hadn’t considered that Mountain may not have been given a chance to let him know about his early departure.

“No…” He admitted hesitantly.

“Then give him a chance to explain, Sweetie,” with a gentle smile, Cumulus stroked his arm, “there’s no point getting upset until you have all the facts.”

As always, Swiss thought to himself, she was right.

Walking back up the hill, they continued to hatch a plan. If Mountain really had needed to leave in a rush, he must be feeling bad about it too. As Cirrus pointed out; he didn't want to start a fight over a misunderstanding. Her advice of simply talking to the ghoul seemed almost too obvious, and Swiss had to wonder how his pack had coped for so long without her level-headed attitude to keep them grounded. They decided the best option for now was to act normal and let things play out; if Mountain knew Swiss was nearby, he would surely at least say hello. Lightening the tension, Sunny had quipped that there was no point making Mountains out of molehills.

As Swiss got closer to where he knew Mountain was working, he felt his nerves creeping back in. After how turbulent the morning had been, he had no idea if he would be able to act natural when Mountain spoke to him, or if all his insecurities would all come bursting out when he opened his mouth. He could only hope that this little blip would be just that, and they could continue letting their relationship blossom as he had dreamed that it would when he first woke.

~~~~~~~

In the large clearing just outside the Abbey's walls, where the festival was to be held, Mountain still wasn't feeling any better than he had when he first woke up. Even if physically he was feeling better, he was increasingly wracked with guilt about how things had gone down with Swiss. He hadn't seen him all day, something that was practically unheard of given how close the pair were, and the solitude combined with the boring work was giving him too much time to stew in his own negative thoughts.

Mountain thought about what he would say when he saw Swiss. There was so much he wanted to say; from how he was sorry if he overstepped the night before, to grand declarations of love for the multi ghoul. The myriad ways a conversation could go ran through his head, like he was a playwright composing a hundred different possibilities for either an epic tragedy or a comedy or errors.

Maybe Swiss would be mad at him for the drunken kiss and angrier still at him for leaving so suddenly in the morning, or maybe he would be upset but still grateful for the space when he woke. Possibly things could go back to normal; their close friendship unchanged by them getting a little too close just this one time. Just maybe though, Swiss would feel the same way about him. In Mountain's wildest dreams, the likes of which he barely dared entertain, Swiss might also have allowed his heart to rule his head the previous night. The thought wasn't entirely reassuring however, as that would mean Mountain had abandoned him for the entire morning, leaving him uncertain and alone.

He huffed loudly to himself, making a nearby earth ghoul look over at him in concern. However things stood with him and Swiss, he couldn't see any angle where he hadn't messed up in some way. He really couldn't win.

[sahara-solaris-solace]

What if Yhwach is Melanie Cavill's Ex- Husband????

So, instead of a train to save humanity, it's a train to save Quincy from more culling by Yhwach himself, a high tech train that suppress Quincy reishi.

So, Quincy and new SternRitter managed to find the train and subdued it.

Yhwach: Well, my love. We meet again after almost 2 decades now.

Melanie: I am not the same person as I was before.

Yhwach: You managed to save 5000 people in this train alone and kept it running. That deserves a spot in the Schutzstaffel.

Layton: Mel, talk to me. Who are they???

Jugram: We are the Quincy known as SternRitter who will soon end all of Soul Society for Quincy to reclaim their rightful place.

Layton:.......

Roche:........

Ruth:��…..

Jinju:……

Miss Gillies:……

Javier:…….

Bennett:……

Till:.............

John Osweiller:…….

Tailies:.........

Second/ Third Class:......

Melanie:.... You're mustache has grown.

Yhwach: You also blossomed into a brave and elegant woman brimmed with confidence. I certainly did not split men into half every time they try to ask you on a date or for hookup.

Melanie: How the hell can you still do that???

Yhwach: I am the father of all Quincies and everyone answers to me. I also did not chase you for the sake of reconciling and for a coalition between all Quincies.

Melanie: There’s no way in hell I will let you kill anyone else anymore! I didn’t build this train just so you can kill more people!

Yhwach: No need to be feisty. We have a lot to discuss.

Layton: Please tell me this is not a love story-

Melanie: This is Yhwach, my ex husband. We met when I took exchange program to Germany when I'm doing my Masters.

Yhwach: And when I suggest the next Auswahleen, you decided to bail on me and build this God damn train!

Till: Melanie has a very odd taste.

Jugram: He's a God. It is to be expected.

Layton: That's it. I'm going to drink for a while.

Bazz B: Mind if I join?? The last few decades we eat up anything that's edible.

[triforceangel13]

A Service to the King Ch. 11 (A SidLink Omegaverse Story)

Chapter 11: Missing

Things have been chaotic since the news had dropped that Yona had laid the egg. She had been cleaned up, the egg being kept in a special basin with warm water near her bedside.

She was resting now after such a hard time and Sidon wanted to wait with her. With Bazz's suggestion to go get some rest himself, the king left his wife in the capable hands of his guard.

It had been hours, the night sky peering down at him. He was ready to take to bed himself but he honestly wanted to talk to Link.

The way that he had acted when he gave him the news had confused him. He had thought he was helping him give this stuff to his wife. He had to expect them to have a child eventually.

But with their sharing of feelings and spending so much time together he could also see why Link might have been acting like that.

Either way he had to find him. He had left the room at some point. He had to be around the Domain somewhere.

The more he thought of it the more he wanted to hold the omega in his arms and tell him it was alright. That they still could have the life that they wanted...well perhaps not wanted, but what they could have together.

Was it perhaps Link thinking that they couldn't have children together? Ethically no, they could not. What would they all think if Link was walking around with child with no alpha in sight and then when the child was born, the child turned out to be a zora?

But perhaps what Link was feeling was jealousy? That he wanted to be in Yona's place baring the child of the Domain, the next heir.

“Oh my Link..” Sidon mumbled to himself as he walked down the hall to the inn. This was the first place he would look. It was late and Link was probably resting after the day.

He just hoped the princess would grant him an audience with him. He knew she was very protective of her knight and her friend after everything they went through.

Sidon slowed outside their room door, hesitating to knock. Link really had a hard life. He was looking for some form of normalcy again. Things had changed.

Link had seen so much, fought so much. Even lost part of himself along the way.

Zelda was no different. Having to fly in the skies as a beast for thousands of years, seeing everything that happened already play again before her eyes.

“Goddess above... “ Sidon sighed. “It is too late to be thinking like this.”

He cleared his throat and he knocked gently on the door. The door was slightly ajar, slowly opening before him.

“Hello?” he called into the room, peering his head into the room. “Link? Princess Zelda?”

The room was dark and he hesitated to step into the room in case they were sleeping. Perhaps he should come back at another time.

But the smell of blood had him pausing.

Flicking on the lights he froze, feeling his heart sink into his stomach.

The room was empty of any people, all their belognings gone as well. The only thing was the standard of their inn room and a single bloody tunic sitting on the bed.

Sidon stepped into the room, picking up the tunic slowly. The blood was Yona's, he could smell it. And there was an underlying scent of Link in there as well.

He had left the tunic behind.

Sadness filled the king as he sat down on the bed, inhaling Link's scent slowly from one part of the tunic that had no blood on it.

He was gone. Link had left is tunic that was tainted and he was gone.

He had just left without saying goodbye, but would have Sidon even given him the time of day with how much he was taking care of his wife?

“Oh Link...Forgive me my love,” he said softly.

*

“Link, are you sure that you want to be alone?” Zelda asked softly. “I really should be here with you. Give you someone to talk to?”

Zelda was fretting. She wanted to protect her best friend. Not knowing what was to come now that she had caught up to her time again. She wanted to protect Link from any more dangers. He had been through so much. He deserved to have a happily ever after.

And yet his life was leaning towards being alone...

“I'll be fine. I just need some time to think,” Link said with a small sigh.

Zelda hesiated a bit and she finally let out a sigh herself, holding the Purah pad to herself that was made for her.

“Well...you know where to find me okay? Please don't hesitate to come back home,” he surged him.

“I won't,” Link promised her. “Just let me know when you're there.”

“I will,” she said, pressing the button for the area that would take her to Hateno Village. Link watched her disappear and he sighed, looking around his home.

He had built this place with his bare hands. It was made with in mind that he wouldn't be alone, sharing it with a certain prince...well now king.

But now it was just an empty reminder of what could have been.

He knew that Zelda had refered to the home he bought in Hateno as his home but since after defeating at least the Calamity, it hadn't felt like home. It wasn't that he didn't think of it that way, it was that Zelda had taken over his home quickly.

He didn't have it in his heart to ask for space so he ended up making this home so he had a place of his own.

Now he wasn't sure if he wanted it any longer.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he sat before the fire and he wiped away the tears that were threatening to come out.

He needed some form of comfort right now and the one that he wanted was back in the Domain catering to his wife that he now had a child with.

The thought brought another pang of pain to his heart and he rubbed his chest, glancing down at his hand when he noticed the ring on his finger.

He had not summoned the shades of his friends in a long time. Not since the end of the battle. Honestly he had even pulled the rings off but one that he kept on his index finger all of the time The special one.

The one that would summon Sidon's fighting spirit to his side. He wasn't in battle but...perhaps he could still use the shadow for at least this moment of comfort.

Flicking his finger out he sumoned the shade, the familiar form tinted blue of him appeared, standing before him, awaiting orders of what to do.

Link still didn't undertand them that much. Sometimes he just thought what they could do what was always helping in some way.

But not being in battle this was much different.

Link stood up, approaching the shade as it stared down at him, it's blank experession making him a little sad as he stared up at him.

“Hold me,” Link said to him.

The Shade opened his arms, crouching down a bit for Link. The blonde didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around his neck tghtly. The shade was cold against him but it gave him a body to hold onto as his emotions overwhelmed him.

“Sidon,” Link cried softly, hugging himself. Just as the thought passed his brain the shade picked him up, walking him to the closest chair and sat down with Link in his lap.

Link cried harder at that, loving the comfort that he was getting. He just wanted this. He just wanted comfot and love.

At least this would help for a little while.

*

Sidon woke with a start, his hands touching the sheets of his cold empty bed. This was the first time in a long time that he was sleeping alone in his bed chambers. He didn't have a warm omega to curl up next to him.

Sidon had gotten used to sleeping in the bed when he used to sleep in his water all of the time. He had liked sleeping in the bed because Link would curl in close...

Now that was something that wouldn't happen.

He had felt that familiar feeling of his shade being summoned. He could always tell when it was called. It was like a tug on his soul.

During the battles that happened it was always a constant feeling which had Sidon wondering what Link was doing, most likely fighting. There were occasions that Sidon was able to see through the eyes of his shade.

All he had to do was close his eyes and concentrate. But after seeing Link in battle like that had scared him to the point of stopping.

But why was Link summoning a shade now? Was he in danger? Was there a battle wherever he was right now?

Gripping his blanket he closed his eyes, letting out a breath as he relaxed his mind. When he opened his eyes he was no longer in his bed chambers.

Instead he was seeing through the eyes of his shade.

No battle was around them, just a cozy home in front of a fire. He sat in a chair, a warmth in his lap that had him feeling relaxing.

And one quick look down had Sidon pausing. There Link was, curled up on the shade's lap, sleeping softly. Sidon's heart squeezed at the sight of the tear tracks on his face and the mussed up hair.

Link was miserable and it only had been a few days since he had left.

Where even was he? Sidon didn't recognize where he was.

He lifted his hand slowly, caressing Link's cheek slowly and ran a thumb over his soft lips. His eyes widened. He could feel that touch through his shade.

He did wonder if Link could as well.

Tightening his arms around him he bowed his head and closed his eyes again, going back into his own body with a small gasp.

“Oh Link...” he mumbled, reaching under his pillow and pulled out the tunic that Link had left behind, now clena of blood stains that he had carefully removed without taking out Link's scent.It was the only thing he had left aside from the light scent of him on his pillow.

He brought it to his face, inhaling slowly and let out a small sigh. He had to do something. He had to make this right.

He didn't want Link sitting there thinking that there was nothing else he could do.

“I will make this right Link,” Sidon said, determined as he laid back down and held the tunic close to his body again. “I will make you happy...my omega.”

But he wans't his. But why couldn't he be? There was such things as a consort to the king...

But there was the matter of jealousy. He didn't know how Yona or even Link would take to sharing him like this.

This was all so confusing it was giving him a headache.

Shaking his head he rest his head down on a pillow, closing his eyes slowly. This was important. He would figure out a way to be king but also to make Link happy.

He just hoped that he would be able to find him. Zelda was like a guard dog now around him and would not let him out of her sight.

But it was chance he was willing to take.

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[bazzdu-firelight]

Carry The Love That We Made

:3 :3 Please excuse me :3

Character(s):

Bazz B

Cang Du

OC(s) Present:

Tier B

Tags:

Sorrow

Mention of Character Death

Bittersweet Ending

Fanchild

Medieval Au (I think...)

Warning(s):

Mention of Character Death??

None that I know of... (Still trying!)

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He loved him, he really did. Bazz B stared at the sky above. It was raining heavily, as if mourning the death of his beloved. He should have gone home early. He was busy working in town, trying to provide for his family, trying to feed them. His partner could not work and was okay in staying at home until he could. They survived through thick and thin, supporting each other. He thought life could be prosperous finally, when he came into their life. Everything that was good was happening. Good fortune and harvest. He thought they could finally settle down with no interruptions in life.

His eyes just stared at the crumbling building he called home. He felt his childhood repeat itself again. He collapsed to the muddy ground, ignoring the mud that was seeping into his pants, his hand dropping the small basket of cookies. Tears fell from his eyes, as he watched a piece of burnt wood fall to the ground. He could see the smoke seize to rise and leave the ash. The sizzling has stopped, but it was too late. Too late to takeout the fire.

He stood up slowly and walked towards the building. He entered on what used to be the front door. He saw the porched has collapsed, the door was barely hanging from its hinges. He pushed past the burnt wood and objects that had been scattered, due to the fire. He noticed that there was gaping holes inside of the building, as if the fire had been set there specifically. He clutched his hand into a tight fist and glared darkly at his crumbled happiness.

"WHO THE HELL DID THIS!?" he yelled, his anger growing. "WHO THE HELL DID THIS!?!"

He glared darkly at his surrounding, tasting bitterness in his tongue. He felt his stomach burn in anger. He began to kick the wood out of the way. Anguish filled him up and spilled as he yell in pain. He grabbed a piece of wood and flung it to the side with as much force as he could. He wanted to kill the one who had done this to him. He wanted to end their life. He wanted revenge...

"WHO DID THIS!!!! WHY!? WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO DESERVE IT!!!? SHOW YOURSELF !!! I HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE NOW!!!" He screamed, looking at the sky and baring his teeth.

He turned quickly when he heard coughing and a small cry of distress. His eyes widened as he pushed past all the rubble, stopping right when he saw a pile of clothing. He quickly pushed his way through the wood, not caring at all for his clothing or mohawk. He crouched down and pulled the pile close to him. He pulled the fabric away and gave a sharp gasp. His partner was there, coughing slightly and breathing shallowly. He held him closez feeling relief wash through him. He could see his narrowed eyes look at him, and gave him a faint smile.

"Bazz..."

"Cang Du! What the hell happened!? Where is-" he stopped when he saw that Cang Du's arms held a small body of a toddler, who was giving out small cries.

"Tier!" He said, watching the child move gently and gasp for air.

Cang Du groaned in pain, catching his attention again. Bazz B hugged him, feeling tears and a boulder in his stomach, feeling that something was not right.

"Bazz... take Tier.... take care of him..." Cang Du gasped.

"It's alright! I'll take you to a doctor! I promise!" Bazz B said as he began to stand up, carrying him in his arms.

"I won't make it... the attack was... planned... left to die..." Cang Du said and coughed.

"Who did this!?" He asked.

Cang Du shook his head and hugged him as tightly as he could.

"Bazz B... I love you..."

Bazz B closed his eyes, as he felt his partner's strength fade. He clutched him tightly as he whispered his final goodbyes.

"I love you too, moron... I'm not into the cheesy side or whatever but, you are my only flame that matches my own... in your own way..."

*****

He stared at his grave. His eyes being filled with tears. He looked away carrying the young toddler in his arms. The only connection and reminder that he would have of his deceased lover.

He looked at the boy and gave a rare smile and a sad. "Let's go Tier... let's go..."

The boy looked almost like Cang Du. Black raven hair with slightly narrow eyes and emerald green eyes.

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A/N: Sorry :3 ;w; needed to do it!

[grimmichi-ao3-feed]

[New AO3 Fic!] Blood of Midnight

by ItsAdamn0treally

In a world of humanity and monsters and the eternal struggle for power between rival gangs, Bazz B and Jugram have been friends since the very start—even if the latter is a vampire and Bazz B’s job is to kill them. However, when an attack from a leader of a monstrous clan overthrows Bazz B’s family, their relationship becomes more and more strained. Jugram is determined to rekindle their friendship, but the dark secrets of the city threaten to drag them both into darkness.

And what’s with this ginger guy and his weird boyfriend?

Words: 1299, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Bazz-B (Bleach), Jugram Haschwalth, Juhabach | Yhwach, Askin Nakk Le Vaar, Aizen Sousuke, Candice Catnipp, Kurosaki Ichigo, Bambietta Basterbine, Liltotto Lamperd, Lille Barro, Gerard Valkyrie, Sternritter Ensemble (Bleach)

Relationships: Bazz-B/Jugram Haschwalth, Jugram Haschwalth & Juhabach | Yhwach, Aizen Sousuke/Juhabach | Yhwach, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Characters are in the mafia, all of them - Freeform, Bazz B is Bad at Feelings (Bleach), Jugram is even worse, Self-Indulgent, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Crack Treated Seriously, Jugram deserves better, Minor GrimmIchi, Aizen Sousuke Being Aizen Sousuke, The Bambis are the besties ever, Jugram Needs a Hug, Gay Sex, Sex would be less gay than whatever the fuck these two have going on, Give Lillie Barro a break please, Yhwach sucks at setting up these two fuckers, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Literal Sleeping Together, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Grimmjow tries to join the mafia again, Vampire Bites, Askin is me I am him, Yhwach is a vampire and so is Jugram, Bazz Bs got something more sinister going on, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mild Smut

Read it now on AO3!

[tinseltine]

#6- ELVIS | Warner Bros | Director Bazz Luhrmann| Co-written by Sam Bromell, Jeremy Doner, and Craig Pearce - Growing up if something was really white and kinda corny you can best believe I was into it. So I fell in love with the girl crazy, but clean-cut Elvis of the movies like Fun in Acapulco, Blue Hawaii, King Creole and Viva Las Vegas which is on my Letterboxd List of Movies I Can Watch Again and Again, but I didn’t realize this was all part of America’s censoring and taming of the young, rebel, hip swinging, black eyeliner wearing Elvis. The Elvis who grew up in an all-black neighborhood, revered gospel music, was good friends with the likes of B.B. King (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) and other early Jazz/Blues musicians. I always assumed he heard their records and appropriated the sound, but it would seem he came by it naturally, due to his upbringing. 

I didn’t even know that he had two choices – go to jail for indecency or join the military.  Why is America called “The Land of the Free” yet sh*% like this happened all the time, and still can happen if we’re not very vigilant.In terms of Baz Luhrmann films, I’ve only seen Moulin Rouge and The Great Gatsby. I wrote a comparison between the 1974 version starring Robert Redford and Luhrmann’s Leo DiCaprio version that became my most viewed posts for 5 years running.  I was in favor of the original; yet, I don’t hold that Baz Luhrmann’s just too much bias that most critics seem to have.  In fact, I’d like to praise him when it comes to his latest film Elvis, for giving the iconic crooner the razzle dazzle he and his life story deserves. And I’m not alone as it was given a 12 min standing O at the 75th Cannes Film Festival!

The film gets going with a bang of diamond-encrusted logos and spinning kaleidoscopic of Elvis and Vegas in frames with loud music and just a sense of the excitement that surrounded Elvis Presley in his heyday.  I like being brought into a movie of this nature this way, it prepares you for being taken on an entertaining ride and that’s what we get.  And yet, there are many scenes played out emotionally and fully. In NO WAY is the movie choppy or overly edited or too glitzy. It’s just the right touch of bling. And for the most part, after the opening scenes, it’s a linear story starting with Colonel Tom Parker (Tom Hanks) on the touring circuit with a good o’l boy singer Hank Snow (David Wenham). It’s Hank’s son, Jimmie Rodgers Snow (Kodi Smit-McPhee) that starts playing a record newly popular with the kids in town. They first tell him to shut it off, assuming the singer’s black, but when Jimmie apprises them of the fact that Elvis is white, you’d swear they CGI’d dollar signs in the Colonel’s eyes and off he goes to capture lightening in a bottle.This is how Luhrmann and his team of writers decided to frame this story of Elvis Aaron Presley, through the eyes of his avuncular, manipulative, greedy, “snow-man” of a manager, Colonel Parker, who nobody ever really knew. 

He speaks with an accent that seems like a mix of Dutch and German behind a practiced southern drawl.  He admits to being akin to a carnival barker and a spin doctor, yet Elvis trusts him with his life and livelihood practically his whole career.  Hanks is not right for this part, prosthetics, fat suit, accent, none of it is enough to convince you he ever should have been cast.  Thankfully, there is no better person suited to play Elvis than Austin Butler. It’s his movie to carry. The young actor does more than just nail Presley’s singing voice and stage presence; he goes far beyond an impersonator to a place of kinship.  Rami Malki was very good as Freddy Mercury, Taron Egerton did a fantastic job in Rocketman, Jennifer Hudson tried her best as Aretha Franklin, but Austin Butler puts them all to shame!

[soborednow]

My sweet boy Bazz deserves a little of love too ✨✨💕 

ofc bazz is completely infatuated by the hylian champion (who could blame him?) If Sidon weren’t so fast, Bazz certainly would had take his chance!. 

Quick sketches, but full of love  💕

[bazzpop]

👏BABE 👏TAKE👏YOUR👏TIME👏 Pls, take ur time and don't feel overwhelmed and feeling like u gotta rush the asks, we love u. We can wait, we don't mind it. WE WANT U HAPPY BB

YOU’RE SO SWEET OMG THANK YOU 💙💙💙💙

[littlenekosfan]

so i know some people think jugo was thankful that yhwach killed his uncle in this fire, but he never showed any sort of gratitude about it.. lemme explain

we all know jugo’s uncle was abusive toward him, and its honestly hard to tell for sure what kind of abuse or how it would happen, he’s evil that’s without a doubt, but was he to jugo’s eyes? i know it was telling in that one panel, but abuse isnt just about hurting the other, there is that “affection” given there and there so it make it seem its “just a bad phase, he actually loves you” or sometimes you have the power imbalance that makes him not question his uncle's authority or even worse, jugo doesnt know better, he knows he doesnt like it, but perhaps he thinks its something normal or that he deserves it (for the useless child he is, we all know he has low self-esteem so)

so we cant know for sure what was happening between the two, all we know is that it was bad in our pov

when bazz shows up in the picture, jugo is exposed to another kind of love, a genuine friendship, and we see him how he needed that, he accepts and embraces it the moment he feels more than just a tool in the relationship (he wasnt so keen about it at first bc new relationship was not an option bc it would be troublesome.. if his uncle were to know, he knows it would end up bad). and so, during these 6 months, it was just.. better for him (not the best times but not the worst) even if he couldnt hang out with bazz all the time

when the fire happened, we see him being totally indifferent about it, and really, he didnt show any sadness nor joy, and i believe its because 

no sadness: i already explained that one, but jugram didnt understand bazz’ relationship with his parents/home and how much it meant to him, and with his background, he simply cant feel sympathy even less empathy

no joy: this is fucked up and i know you guys dont wanna hear this, but maybe he didnt wish death to him, that he cared about him somehow, and im saying this with no intention to make you feel bad about his uncle, what im trying to say is,,as someone who can relate to jugo’s trauma, i can understand how he’s not one bit joyous about it, not even glad, maybe relieved and even then, that can be a big word for what he feels,, and this is what trauma is like, his uncle was still someone who gave him a home and fed him (arguably) when his very own parents abadonned him (whatever how that happened, jugo seems to not know himself) so all he had was his uncle, its hard to believe he would hate him with all his being and wish he was dead already… and i know some of you would think “no no he would hate him and run away” would he? we tend to project as adults.. , but adults who lived csa, they know they didnt know how bad it was when they were young, when you grow up, you start to realize a lot of fucked up things about that abuse and how it affects you as an adult, so we cant blame or expect jugo do have done something about it and even hate his uncle for it… its sad i know, but im pointing that out bc…

in friend 3 chapter, jugo did not show an ounce of hesitation when it came to yhwach giving him a position (he hesitated bc of bazz, not bc he thinks good of yhwach) nor did he ever mention him ever again after the fire, which is a sign he coped with his trauma, he put a term on it (although his actions still show signs of it, he simply doesn't think about Him anymore) and that’s a good thing! im really happy for him that he could grow as a person and have a healthy relationship with someone who doesn't see him as a tool but as a person

and also the fact jugo trained to hard to fight FOR bazz tells us how he values his friend wellbeing/goal more than his trauma, (god this sounds terrible, lemme rephrase that) after his uncle’s death, jugo didnt know what to do anymore, so bazz suggests him to kill yhwach, jugo isnt reluctant to that idea bc he’s the reason his friend lost everything, and he wasnt too into it bc he doesnt feel hate for yhwach like bazz did, so he joins him for bazz goal instead of just roaming around with no home, and as he grow to train more and more, he did it with the intention to help his friend, not to kill yhwach (bc if it was the case,we wouldnt have friend3), to make it short, jugo’s intention in friend3 (before and during the breakup) were always about helping bazz and not join yhwach bc he thinks he owe him or he’s grateful for what he did to his uncle

so to say yhwach saved him from his uncle is one thing, but saying jugo was thankful yhwach did that to him is not quite true, it was a turning point in his life which permitted him to have a new life (“so yhwach did save jugo”, yeah, by ruining his friend’s life and make them survive in a forest for 5 years all alone and have the worst breakup in bleach, he had to put up with exchanging powers for who knows how long and how much that didnt let him sleep or have the right mind, and to lose all the kingdom he build during these 999yrs, all that for ultimately regretting abandoning his friend for power… yeah, he “saved him”)

[asksidon]

Ok this is a weird one but (only if you're comfortable) could u do a drabble (or headcanons) where the reader introduces Sidon to some good ol 😗💨🍃 if ya know what I mean lmao.. or edibles if you can't picture him smoking

"Are you sure you don't mind, my prince?"

You sit underneath the giant fish fountain on the wall in Sidon's chambers, bong in hand. It feels weird to smoke in his pristine room, but he tells you for what must be the dozenth time:

"Of course I don't mind. As long as..." he trails off, seeming to weigh what he is about to request of you. The rhythmic tinkling of the fountain fills the silence.

You tilt your head as you search your pockets for your lighter. Finding it in your pants pocket, your fingers clasp around it and you bring it up to light the bowl. You hesitate to allow him to finish his thought.

"As long as you'll share with me?" There is a devilish glint in his eye.

The request takes you by surprise. Sidon has never expressed much interest in substances or even alcohol, refusing wine at dinner in favor of sparkling water or tea. "I'd be happy to share with you. Shall I... er, show you how it works, then?" You don't know if he has ever smoked anything before, but if you had to guess...

"Yes! Please." He moves to sit next to you, confirming your guess by watching your every move with the lighter intently. You take a deep puff and hold on to it for a moment before exhaling, and Sidon watches the smoke that furls out, fascinated by it. “It’s a bit like you’re a dragon,” he says in wonder.

You chuckle, endeared by his innocence. “Would you like to try it now?”

He takes the bong and lighter from you. He struggles with the latter before you take it from him and light the bowl for him. He exhales too quickly on his first hit and coughs. “Try to hold it for a couple more seconds,” you tell him, and light it again. He does as instructed, becoming his own magnificent dragon for a few moments. You smile to yourself as you watch him. As big as he is, you estimate it will take a few more hits for him to feel anything.

“What do we do now?” he asks, staring at the bong.

“We wait. We talk. And you pass that back to me so I can have another,” you answer.

He grins, and you find yourself staring at his sharp teeth. They are quite pretty, but they could also do some serious damage. He’s done and seen so much, and yet, you are the one teaching him to get high. 

“So, what happens when you start to feel it?”

You explain to him that the effects are different for everyone, that the only real way for him to know is to keep hitting it gradually until he notices something. After about an hour, the two of you have moved to the large velvet sofa by the window and are giggling intermittently at one another’s comments while you stare at the ceiling.

“I really love this,” he says after a pause.

Your inhibitions lowered, you look over at him and run your thumb over his cheek. “Good. You deserve to relax. I guess this makes it easier, huh? Takes some of the edginess off our thoughts.”

“Yes! I hate that edginess. I... I just want to be silly with you like this. All the time. Mmm, that feels good,” he says in response to your touch, “keep doing it.”

You oblige. Suddenly, Sidon straightens up, his eyes wide. “Shit.”

You’ve never heard the prince swear before. In surprise, you cover your mouth with a hand to stifle a laugh. “What?”

“I was supposed to meet with the council today.” Glancing at the clock, he adds, “About fifteen minutes ago.” He stands up and paces. “Shit,” he says again. “I like that word. ‘Shit.’ It’s just so... soothing to say.”

You watch him as he considers. “You know what? I’ll just make it up to them later. We should go hide somewhere, before they come looking for me.” He tugs at your hand and pulls you up before you can protest. Just then, a knock at the door.

“Prince Sidon, sir?” Bazz’s voice.

Changing course, Sidon points to the window, mouthing that the two of you can sneak out of it.

“Sir?” The knocking becomes more urgent.

“Wait,” you hiss. “You should tell him you’re here. Don’t want them thinking you’re missing or... worse.”

He stops in his tracks. Stares at you, then at the door. Then he sighs, and calls out, “I’m afraid I am indisposed at the moment, Bazz.”

“Indisposed? Are you all right, sir?”

“I’m...” He looks at you and grins again. “I’m actually rather high out of my mind. I don’t think it would be productive for me to meet with anyone for the rest of the day.”

For a long time, there is no answer on the other side of the door. Then Bazz says, “Understood, sir. I will report to them that you are not feeling yourself.”

You can hear his footsteps retreat down the corridor. “To the contrary, I feel more myself than I have in a long time,” Sidon says and tugs you down on the sofa with him. “Hey, do you have anything left in that bowl? We should see if Bazz wants some when he gets back.”

[thezoraprince]

A Protecting Friend - Bazz x reader

“hi, i was hoping to make a request? how would prince sidon and / or bazz react to their sweethearts protective pet? in the world of BOTW i think the 2 main pets would be horses and dogs, depending on the life style of said sweetheart. TIA <3” - @millie-berra

when given both, i HAVE to write both. so here’s Bazz <3

(you can find Sidon here!)

Bazz is first, and foremost, a protector

but he’s NEVER seen a dog before

and he would ultimately be standoff-ish at first

“What… is this?”

“This is my dog.”

this mad would be SO unsure about what to do

“Umm… what does it do?”

you’d introduce them carefully

and explain that your dog is you pet/protector

it takes him a while to fully warm up to your dog

though your dog already loves Bazz

“Why is it… licking me?”

“It likes you!!”

after Bazz FINALLY warms up to your dog, he loves it like family

he’s so gentle while petting it

“It’s so soft! Are they all this soft?!”

and he loves trying to teach it new tricks to surprise you

he’s so glad that you have a protector when he’s at work

and when you two go on little adventures outside the domain, your dog ALWAYS comes with you

Bazz insists it that way

“I can’t believe I was scared at first…”

Bazz loves your dog so so much

and he’s sure to give it treats whenever deserved

which is almost always

watching Bazz’s love for your dog grow is so heart warming

and you’re incredibly happy that they’ve become best friends

[lesserfandomappreciation]

Hiya! I wanted to ask for Alucard and his romantic being pregnant with his dhampir child?

I just realized how popular this guy is in terms of requests. He’s on Bazz’s levels of popularity (I’d say Sidon but like... c’mon).

Alucard with pregnant partner (Hellsing)

Vampires don’t get to have families. Biological ones anyway. Maria had been taken from him long before the two could ever think to have children, and though he had a partner now, Alucard doubted children could ever come into the picture. Vampires and humans didn’t seem to be “compatible” in that regard. 

The news of having a child brings him to his knees.

It’s a miracle he had to be told this. Alucard is a silent observer most times, and in the case of his partner between teasing them he is a keen observer of their behaviors - he enjoys seeing the look of seriousness when they work, the way their nose scrunches when they think hard on something. The sudden anxiousness, the nerves, the way they spend a lot of time in the bathroom unnerves him but somehow he still doesn’t put it together that his partner is pregnant. 

After another morning of sickness and outright refusal to see a doctor, Alucard is having none of it and confronts them about it. A hand on their waist pulls them close to his chest, another tilts their chin to look up at his eyes. For once there’s a pleading look in them - an uncommon look for the vampire. 

It is shocked into stillness when the word “pregnant” falls out of their mouth. Silence falls. S/o braces themselves for the worst - anxiety, severe concern - they weren’t expecting to be braced so tightly. His head rests on their shoulder and he does not let go. S/o is glad they don’t say anything - otherwise they would have missed his whisper.

“Thank you. Thank you my love.”

Alucard is terrified - he’s of yet to hear of any child of a vampire and human ever being born. How will this effect his partner? And should the pregnancy go smoothly - there’s fatherhood. What baby deserves a monster for a father? He feels their arms around him, returning his embrace. Father. He’s never seen a good one - never known what that looks like. But for them? They and their soon-to-be-here child? He will try. 

My, my, who knew Alucard could be so openly protective? He’s usually an asshole - he still is one, no amount of miracles will change that - but his teasing turns soft. It’s hard to take his teasing seriously when it’s accompanied by Alucard’s rare warm gaze resting on them. 

His partner feels like the royal Alucard views them as. He does not wander far from their side outside of missions - they gain a deep-voiced shadow that keeps an eye on their well-being. The further along they are, the more openly concerned he is about their well-being. Say goodbye to reaching up shelves or too many chores. He’s not going to do any of them, but neither is S/O as far as he’s concerned. 

Then there’s his reaction to everyone else. Integra is fine. She is surprisingly supportive of this development, upping the guards for S/O and even giving congratulations. Seras also gets a pass - someone has to keep S/o sane in the coming months. Walter is the butler; he can help with preparations. 

Everybody else is on thin-fucking-ice.

The pregnancy is how people found out that Alucard could phase other people through walls as long as he’s holding them. All Pip and the mercs did was say “Congratulations” - Alucard didn’t have to hold his partner and go through the wall as far from them as possible. 

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

askin :D!!!!

Favorite thing about them

*infinite loading screen* idk, HIM! His power, his personality, his mind, his aesthetics, his style… how it all wraps together perfectly. Kubo had another big-brain moment when he created him. I love his sensuality, his smartness, the way he talks (like regardless of translation), his design… I love the way I can relate to him.

Least favorite thing about them

Listen, it’s pretty obvious from above that I am smitten…. he is one of the most beautiful characters Kubo has drawn, but there are a few...well actually just 2...1 panel in the beginning where he tried too hard with the perspective and expression and it feels like error. It’s also 1 little damn thing people call him ugly for, like the rest of the panels and the character himself doesn’t matter anymore.

Favorite line

His line to Pepe (about Gremmy): “It might sound like I’m belittling him, but you can’t really do anything in this world by just dreaming. So when I saw him do the impossible, just by daydreaming, I realized that the ones that can’t do anything are the ones living the most peacefully.”

Alternative translation: “Society always looks down on those people who spend all their time dreaming and don't actually achieve anything, but then you look at a guy who can achieve anything he likes just by dreaming, and you think, hey, maybe it's not such a bad thing that most dreams don't come true.”

I actually like the beginning of the 2nd with the half part of the 1st sdvasv. I also love when he explains his power to Nimaya, about lethal doses talk dirty to me and say how many mg of that would take to kill me

brOTP

It’s hard to tell who he actually gets along with between the other sternritter, except for my hunch with Bazz. Maybe Jugram, Lille…. I said before As Nodt might be the only one able to truly understand him, but I also think he talks way to much for As Nodt’s liking, it’d be nice if they would get along.

OTP

Biased for Baskin (Bazz B x Askin).

nOTP

I finally got the chance to say that - Bambi x Askin. I don’t know if it exists, pretty sure I don’t even want to know, but if anyone thinks this would work, they haven’t really understood what they read, and they don’t get Askin.

Random HC

I HC him with mixed european-middle eastern origins. His mother's line european, his father’s line middle eastern. Wealthy family, as his father was either a doctor or a pharmacologist, also making trades with medicines from the Middle east.

Unpopular opinion

He deserves more credit for both his fight with Nimaya and for his fight with Kisuke, Yoruichi and Yoshiro than he is given. I’m not including Grimmjow because he was actually the first that was taken down, but he was helped by Kisuke, and it was Kisuke’s doing until the end. We didn’t get a fight with Grimmjow, we got a sneaky attack from the back orchestrated by Kisuke on pretty much his dying bed. Because yes, when Grimmjow appeared, Yoshiro and Yoruichi had already lost, and Kisuke was at the end of his rope. And they would have still died inside Askin’s Gift Bereich, a place that can be entered but not exited, yet they were somehow carried out by Nelliel.

Song(s) I associate with them

Toxic edit by 2WEI - I treat this song like his main theme

Insomnia by Faithless - mainly for the lyrics

Doom and Gloom by The Rolling Stone - I have a whole MV in my head with Askin walking around the battlefield on this song

Favorite picture of them

Too many, but I'll go with 1 thing BBS did right