#ft. baz

[greyscns]

Top 5 besties

“ People are gonna get butthurt and I don’t give a fuccccck. @bazhowlett my husband, my love, my life, the wind beneath my ass, the Doug Judy / Charles Boyle to my Jake Peralta. @mackyeccleston the Linetti to my Peralta. @nancewright — we haven’t got to the B99 stage yet, but when we do, you’ll know it. @sophiexzhao because friendship bracelets from when you were five, count. And @calxlucas because I’m terrified of him and just on the off chance he’s offended by me not listing him... I’m listing him. He’s like Dwayne the rock Johnson, only not a giant, and not as smiley, not Samoan, and not at all like him but I’d still be terrified of the rock, as terrified as I am of Cal. Maybe I should have used a spider as a reference point instead? whats done is done. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.”

[adriennemoralez]

&&.@ofdevereauxs

While things had been mostly quiet after the wedding, they had definitely meant for more time to allow for strategizing for the upcoming war. Adrienne working closely with anyone who had a hand in the fight, ensuring their unwavering loyalty and that they all had been on the same page. While that entailed meeting with people who had stronger holds in the court like Kamau and Kaya, it was still important that the secondary people of the court had a say in what they thought should happen. There was no doubt that Gabriel had been a good king, but Adrienne worked hard day and night to ensure that his name was never tainted or drug through the mud. 

But for others, their loyalty had always been steadfast. It was one of these individuals that she had taken a particular liking to many years ago. He showed a lot of promise, however when he came to the court he lacked one critical thing and that was the grace Adrienne instilled in everything that she did. Without question, she had taken Baz under her wing to guide him to be the king’s perfect executioner. The smallest of smiles crossed her features when she came across him in the courtyard. “Mi diablito,” she greeted him with a slight pinch of his cheek. “Tell me, niño. What sorts of trouble have been brewing in the Wood lately?”

[greyscns]

is nance your gf?

“ is @nancewright my gf? No. Nance is my casual no pants Nance. who makes excuses about missing earrings to come to my house and see me. she wishes I was her little boyfriend but then she’d learn that my heart belongs to another. MY HEART WILL GO ON, BUT ONLY FOR @bazhowlett “

[ronmanmob]

(tell me about meme)...a time I made you laugh

The husk of a woman sits curled in on herself at a window while in back of her, lights out, night time, other eyes watch and other ears listen as a vid plays on repeat. Fingers move slowly over the interface of the pad it runs on - turning time back, letting it play; turning time back, letting it play. On screen is the husk in the window, but different. She's holding an old fashion snapper - a camera but handheld; dedicated for one task, not split 'tween millions like most tech these days. Those things cost kidneys money to buy-

[50,000 eurodollars, closest estimate at present exchange rates]

-Yes. Kidneys money.

She must've stole it. Her or the other one. The one she was smiling at as he - he for certain because his voice was gruff and rumbled like gravel in rain - filmed her. As she raised the snapper to her eye and took his picture only to burst out laughing a moment later. It was a head back, full chested sound; the kind of joy that would make knees weak, if the sonnets and stories on the surfaceNet were honest. She was close to doubled over when the view shifted-

"C'mere Bastian!"

Laughing voiced, she pulled her companion close into her side. He was still recording, looking at her, then the snapper she held out in front of them, turned in to freeze them both in time; all smiles and tongue-lolling pulled faces and black eyes that glittered with something rare and precious when they looked up into his and-

The dull thud of head meeting window snapped focus up from the screen, drew it towards where the husk was, where it-- paused. Shoulders moved under thin vest fabric; back flexed with tight breaths; body slumped forward, alive, vital, but shaped like someone newly shot would be.

Limp.

Gone.

A scan revealed no clinical reason for concern, no medical cause or physiological distress and so...understanding failed. And eyes drifted back to the screen. Eyes that absently noticed the vid's audio output was room-wide, not intra-audial. This was changed with the touch of a fingertip, the vid soon broadcast into waiting ears, not the room's whole, quiet din.

Perception again filled with laughter. With loving eyes.

And the choked sob forced out the husk by the window...went missed.

[vandcrbilt]

starter for @opvlentia​

– “OH, BAZ!” she doesn’t mean to cut in...though absolutely she does. “ you can’t go in there like THAT ! ” margot steps away from the entrance to her mother’s latest charity gala and takes his arm. she pulls him away from whatever girl he was doing god-knows-what with, obviously she is more important, and henri is back in town which means that she needs twice the amount of moral support. “ your hair’s a mess, ” she hums ( it looks fine, ) leaning up to brush it out. fingertips find his collar, smoothing out the edges. her hands linger for a beat as she looks up at him. “ there. you look gorgeous. ” 

[shcwclf-archive]

smash or pass: baz

“ the one who calls me a dominatrix? couldn’t handle me. pass. I’m also not going to smash any of my employees, casual or otherwise. ” @bazhowlett​