#Marsh x sazed

[king-of-the-oreo]

More old inktober art hope you enjoy

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Sazed: *picks up Marsh* but sir, this is my Emotional Support Inquisitor™️

[taurnachardhin]

They're sad. They're lonely. They stubbornly dedicated their lives to the same cause for years in the face of all doubt and judgment, but never met. They have supporting character syndrome and habitually subsume their own desires in service to others. They're afraid they're disappointing everyone around them anyway. They helped a teenager kill a godking together. They were each other's closest and arguably only friend for a year but that friendship was tragically severed by circumstances beyond their control and they each still bear literal scars from the wounds the other dealt in spite of having functionally infinite healing ability. They became near-immortal godlike beings and they STILL subsume their own desires in service to others and only became more tragic than ever. They're convinced they will never be loved. They each resemble the other's sole canon love interest more closely than any other character and both of those love interests are dead so what now.

[cosmereplay]

Sazed x Marsh #19 if your still doing the writing prompt thing

I will write a kiss… 19. …for luck.

Marsh/Sazed, rated General, 400 words, Mistborn era 1 spoilers (I'm sorry I don't remember as much about era 1 but I tried!)

Marsh stood on the threshold of Clubs’ shop, his heart heavy. He was committed to his principles, but would it be enough? He was planning give away his body in exchange for keeping his soul, but it wasn’t a guarantee. This might be the last night he would be himself.  He sighed. He had done everything he could… “Marsh?” An all-too familiar voice spoke, quiet and unassuming.  He almost didn’t turn around, afraid that if he did, he might not be able to go out that door. He turned around anyway. Sazed stood there, straight-backed, wearing his Terrisman’s robes, clean and pressed, fresh as if it were morning. His hands were tucked away under his sleeves, and his earrings glinted in the light of the coals. “Marsh,” he said again, softly. “Sazed.” He could barely choke out the name. Truly, he was a coward. Marsh looked down, trying to force himself to say it. He didn’t have to. Sazed stepped forward and put his hands on Marsh’s shoulders. He could feel their warmth, their strength, as though Sazed could impart those qualities into him. In that moment, though Sazed’s hands faced downwards, he felt as though Sazed were taking a weight off him.  “Can I tell you about a cultural quirk I learned recently?” Sazed whispered in the dim light.  Marsh grunted his assent. “There is a small herding community in the north. Despite spending many miles apart on a regular basis, they maintain a high degree of closeness. One thing they swear by is…” Sazed paused, something so rare that it caught Marsh’s attention, and he looked up into Sazed’s eyes. The normally stoic man seemed overcome somehow, his eyes shining. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on Marsh’s cheek, and Marsh smelled the mixture of candles and paper and something else that seemed to be just him. For a moment, Marsh closed his eyes, trying to memorize it, the smell, the closeness.  Then Sazed pulled away, looking a little embarrassed. “They say a kiss will impart the connection needed to bring the herdsman home,” he said. “I figured, why not try it. For good luck.” A warmth filled Marsh, a feeling that he didn’t know what to do with. So he did what he always did–he left it alone to fester in a corner of his heart. He nodded once, then turned, somehow feeling the weight of the connection to this place, and yet finding the strength to find his own way to protect it. Marsh stepped over the threshold and into the mists, because in the end, he would do whatever it took to protect the people he loved.

From the I Will Write a Kiss ask game

[moash]

We have Mistborn fucking friday but what about Marzed (Marsh x Sazed) Monday

i was in post limit jail when you sent this so i couldn’t answer but SO true bestie, it’s time for this bald4bald romance to get some recognition

[kingsdaughter613]

Death and the Survivor Cover Art

It’s finally finished!

[stealthpoptarts]

Cosmere Alphabet

Come on guys help me finish this!! XD

A is for Adolin

B is for Breeze

C is for cosmere

D is for Dalinar (or Dilaf)

E is for Elend

F is for

G is for Gaz

H is for Ham (or Hoid)

I is for Ialai

J is for Jasnah

K is for Kaladin (or Kelsier)

L is for Lift (or the Lord Ruler, or Lightsong)

M is for Marsh

N is for Navani

O is for

P is for Pai

Q is for

R is for Renarin

S is for Sazed (or Stormfather, or Sylphrena, or Susebron)

T is for

U is for

V is for Vin

W is for Wayne

X is for

Y is for

Z is for Zahel

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Marsh: I love you, yes homo Sazed: -cide or -sexual???

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Currently thinking about Sazed cracking jokes about fucking Marsh like middle schoolers do with people's moms

Kelsier: hey saze what are you doing tonight?

Sazed: your brother.

Kelsier: ._.

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I needed some cuteness from them

I drew this in June of 2021 but eh

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Marsh: *holds up wax* I found him can we keep him babe

Sazed: Alright but he's your responsibility

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I don't even know how to give context to this

Yes this is a Marsh x Sazed post

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Please consider:

Era 3 Marsh having to refill his goldmines and heavily drugged (responsibly) on cough syrup and watching 80's type action movies with Sazed.

(Bonous points, Sazed is canonly good at soup and he makes soup for Marsh)

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(Newly married and moved in together)

Sazed: ...

Sazed: Is something burning?

Marsh: Only my love for you

Sazed: Marsh, the pancake is on fire

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Kelsier, very angry: just go suck some dick Marsh, to Sazed: hey babe you want to fuck? Sazed: sure why not Kelsier: THATS NOT WHAT I MENT AND YOU KNOW IT