#mazey

[mazeyphaedra]

fabian finally getting the in-character affirmations he deserves for carrying the campaign on the back of his popularity everybody say thank you mazey!!!!!

[raspberryjampal]

Mazey baby girl you don't need Fabian, he'll leave you just like he has every other girl, but I'll treat you right, I'll treat you better than him, you don't need him, he's not good enough for you baby girl

[brainrockets]

Fabian just fully awkward after Mazey drops that badass line is killing me. "Bring your best badidas and we'll see what that body does." Is just so good!

[thruthelookingmax]

mazey is doing a wonderful job as principal but all i can think of is how absolutely fucked my high school would've been if our class president was interim principal

[esthersinclair]

[Mazey, leaning in to make out with Fabain, who immediately backs away]

Mazey: Oh, sorry, did I read it wrong??

Fabian: NO! I mean, not really, I - you're in danger! They wanna KILL YOU.

Mazey:

[one-million-bees]

D20 having a NPC that has my weird ass name that i never hear anywhere and her being a minotaur with a fringe and being the chillest is so fucking great.

[trudemaethien]

MaZey

@elthadriel gave me brainworms (a couple lines of dialogue taken from the novel Order 66 by Karen Traviss)

The Null— the Mandalorian clone leaves the room. Maze tries to slot this new knowledge into his understanding of the situation. What Zey said a Sith was, and what Ordo had corroborated, does not paint a reassuring picture. These had been men he’d relied on the whole war. Now suddenly everything is changing, but some things must remain the same, certainly?

He does not want to follow these orders. Perhaps there’s room to maneuver within them.

“If you surrendered, came quietly,” he tries.

“No, I’m dead already,” Zey says bleakly. “Please, do it. I know you have no malice in you, Captain. End it for me. I know what’ll happen if he gets me.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Maze says. “But if that’s an order…” Only, if Zey was a traitor, Maze doesn’t have to follow his orders anymore. Maze desperately wants someone in authority to rescind the command.

“Do as you will, Captain Maze,” Zey says, very very quietly, all resistance gone out of him. He closes his eyes, there beside his lapiz-inlaid desk, and waits.

This is more the sort of order Maze can countenance. But what did he will? General Zey had obviously done what he thought was morally right rather than what was lawful. Does Maze dare afford himself such luxury?

Maze considers his former commanding officer carefully. Years, it’d been, the two of them together, working in tandem and living for the work, always in each other’s orbit. Even a Jedi did not have enough momentum to escape such forces. The pull of gravity between two bodies inevitably settled into something stable. Theirs had been a slowly decaying orbit of attraction; it would have taken a lifetime or more for the distance between them to collapse. They’d both adjusted for it, adhering to proper, professional conduct in all their interactions.

Maze had made himself content to work alongside Zey, to share space and time, intel and insight, nothing more intimate. They were a good team. More was not in the stars for them; they were neither of them men susceptible to flights of fancy.

But everything is changing. He leans in and kisses him.

Against his lips, Zey gasps, eyes flying open— oh, that Null is probably still in the hall, listening. That class never could resist the urge to gather intelligence. He won’t be learning how Zey opens his mouth to the kiss; Maze squeezes the trigger to cover the sounds of their kissing with a blast of plasma. Likely the blastershot will cause Ordo Skirata to believe he’d executed the Jedi. It is what Maze had been ordered here to do, after all. It makes sense, much more logical than this other unplanned foray beyond their established boundaries.

A question trembles behind Zey’s teeth, but Maze is not heartless enough to make him to try to word it diplomatically. The time for professionalism is past.

“We’ve got to get ourselves out of reach quickly if we want to live, Zey,” Maze murmurs, brushing his nose up the taller man’s cheek.

The silence of shock—perhaps for Maze’s informality, perhaps for his impending desertion—is only momentary. Zey sags minutely in something like relief. “We…yes,” he answers, just as softly but no longer hopeless, “yes, Maze. I want to— I want us both to live. Shall we?”

[lifethroughtime]

Week 82 @ work :) ( 2days wfh) : Week 43/52 : long weekend — labor day

- 1st baking attempt: brownies!!!

- happy 1 year to mazey 💜

- sunday self care 💕trying the advent calendar itemsssss (cant wait)

- homemade calamares 10/10

[strawberry-link]

[eshayscum]

november 2022

mazey n I

[caitmayart]

Silly warmup doodle but GODS I LOVE THESE TEENS

[mazeyphaedra]

if nobody got me, i know mazey phaedra battle mini shots got me

[pbear]

The best part of Fabian and Mazey getting together is her not caring about him being the most popular jock in school or his famous parents, but loving how much he includes others. It's the way she cares about that integral part of him.

And then Bill saying he would still love Fabian even if his name was written nowhere. That he'd still be proud of him. That he'd take Fabian over every other mark he's made on the world because his son is his greatest achievement.

Fabian started this season in his giant house all alone, but alongside The Bad Kids, there are people who love him and love him for who he truly is. Now, that made me cry.

[cripplepunkbarbarian]

Hi guys is this anything

[nosnexus]

Beautiful. Majestic. BAM!

[lairis-invertedperspective]

Drawing Fabian and Mazey dancing for pose practice