#bazzybelle

[seiya-starsniper]

HAMMERHOUND POUNDTOWN!!!

Jayce wasn’t small by any means, but Vander was bigger than him everywhere, and the fact that the older man could hold both of them in one hand made Jayce’s mind spin. 

WIP File Tag Game

[vkelleyart]

“This will be my last song for tonight… About lost friends and lost loves.”

- Baz, No One To Save That Can't Be Saved by @bazzybelle

A belated birthday gift for my dear friend, Nunzi, whose 1967 Snowbaz AU for COTTA hits all of my buttons (period drama, musician!Baz, murder mystery). I love this moment when Simon hears Baz sing after so many years apart, and I hope I’ve done it justice. Thank you so much, as always, for your friendship and support, Nunzi. It has meant more to me than I can say. 💜

[kitbuglove]

I'm sending a few... you don't have to do them all, just pick any from these.

9, 13, 16, 17, 22, 25.

😊😊💜💜😘😘

Oooh! So many delicious prompts. Thanks so much love! I’ve done my best to combine them.

I did 16 and 22 here :D

So below enjoy 9, 13, 17, and 25 haha.

You can read this on ao3 here!

I wake with a jolt, a loud scream coming from down the hall. 

(The one time I manage to go to sleep at a decent hour.)

Simon, next to me, sits up and rubs his eyes.

“Wha-”he starts, yawning halfway through the word.

He stretches, not even attempting to get out of bed as I pull back the covers. 

The scream dies into crying, no longer filling the house with a deafening shrill. 

“I’ll take care of it,” I reply, knowing it’s my turn anyway. Simon has gotten the last 3 incidents. 

(Nightmare, bed-wetting, and a bit of sick all over her sheets.)

(He’s truly a saint.)

I watch as he lies back in the bed, closing his eyes, before completely exiting our bedroom. 

The sniffles grow louder as I walk closer to our daughter’s room. 

“Hi little puff,” I say, walking in. I lie next to her, surrounded by stuffed animals and soft blankets. A zebra’s eyes poke into my arm, so I shift to not be uncomfortable. (Who knows how long I’ll be here.) “Did you have a nightmare?”

She nods her head, tears still streaming down her face.

I kiss her forehead and pull her close.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” I ask, rubbing her back softly. The sniffling has already settled, and I wipe the tears of her cheeks, letting her calm down in my arms. 

She shakes her head. Her eyes are already starting to close, breaths becoming deeper. 

At least this won’t be a two book, three song, and four hour cuddle session problem.

(Not that I wouldn’t, if she needed it.)

(Just… I’d like to sleep myself.)

I hum softly, waiting for her to fall asleep. There are soft rain noises coming from a machine in the corner next to a small night lamp.  

(If I stay too long I’ll become one with the pile of stuffed animals.)

I shift slightly, trying to pull my arm from under her. In doing so I become face to face with a particularly stern looking elephant. 

(Penelope. She said not all stuffed animals needed to have cute little smiles.)

(I told her that they are supposed to be cute.)

(So, of course, this is the one our daughter loves the most.)

I sigh, deciding that it’s safe for me to move. Her breathing has slowed and I can hear a soft snore every time she inhales. 

I slowly and carefully slide out of bed, trying my hardest to not wake her up.

It takes nearly three minutes, a well placed toe on the ground, and a twist that I’m sure I’ll regret when I wake up in the morning. But it’s worth it all now, as I tuck her into bed, and make my way back to the room.

The room, where Simon Snow lies still awake.

“What happened?” He asks, lifting the covers for me to crawl back in. 

“Nightmare,” I mumble, pulling him close. 

He kisses my forehead, my cheek, my lips.

“Was it the one with the hippo in the bathtub?”

“She wouldn’t say. Fell asleep almost immediately after I got into bed with her.”

He laughs softly against my skin. 

We lie like that for a moment, soft and sleepy kisses.

He pulls me by the bottom of my shirt, my hips moving closer to his. 

“You know, we are both awake,” he says.

And I don’t need to see him to know that he has a smirk on his face. I can hear it.

(I’m not mad at it.)

(Quite the opposite.)

He bites my shoulder, softly, playfully. It’s not serious (yet), but I still jump in response.

I pull back, raising an eyebrow at him.

He can’t see it, it’s too dark, but the intent is there. 

And in a moment I pounce, flipping us so I am on top of Simon, kissing his neck. 

I press snooze three times the following morning.

[carryonmybloodylovelies]

Just wanna say, I get so excited whenever you reblog something, JUST to read your AMAZING tags. Like your sheer excitement and happiness over fandom things makes me so happy! Keep being awesome!! 😊💜

SIS omfg 🥺👉👈 thank you so much!!!! you're very sweet and im so happy you like my tags ahhhhhh 💖 ppl on here seem to get a kick out of them and its honestly my pleasure💕✨ thank you again 😚

[krisrix]

LAST! (For that fic writing ask meme) 😊😊

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project

I’m exhausted. And too strung out to sleep.

I mega fucked up this time.

[pipsqueakparker]

8, 12, 27 😊💜

Thank you for the ask, dear! 💙

8. What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had?

My very first job was at the Original KFC (we had a museum and everything) (aka, there were some displays in the dining room with info about colonel sanders & the founding of the restaurant, etc. etc.) (my hometown is so ridiculously proud of being the hometown of KFC we also have a statue of colonel sanders on main street, it is ridiculous) 

12. What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted?

I’m boring with my bagels. 😔My go to is an everything bagel with cream cheese, just plain cream cheese. I’ve not liked the flavored ones I’ve tried, and I don’t wanna risk ruining a perfectly good bagel when I know I love cream cheese. (I actually had a bagel for breakfast today, and had the dilemma of ordering plain or honey sriracha, and I played it safe.) 

27. What section do you immediately head for when you walk into a bookstore?

Teen/YA, whatever that specific store calls it, for most bookstores. 

When I go to Strand, I casually work my way through the display tables and back to the LGBTQ table or the plays at the back of the first floor, then history, then go upstairs to YA and comics. 

Quarantine Asks! 

[signiorbenedickofpadua]

Congratulations on finishing Yours for the Taking! It was such a delight to read!! I can't wait to see what you write next! 😊

Thank you ❤️ It was a joy to write. I'm currently working on a Dreamling Regency AU which I'm rather excited about! Keep your eyes peeled!

[forabeatofadrum]

@bazzybelle replied to your post “The Carry On Pornbot saga”:

Had no idea some of these people were making bots as well...

​Yeah the story is that Ken (by OG) asked for help. He and Penny (also OG) seem to be assembling a group of Shepard’s friends so that they work together and save Shepard (by person 2) from his truck, aka Ken posted suggestions for other blogs and people are claiming them, which is why I made the post to keep track which ones have been claimed.