#FIZZ HAS THE BEST OUTFITS

[rainbowr0ses]

I just rewatched Seeing Stars and I’m very suddenly remembering why Stolas was my favorite character before Ep 6 and 7-

Like the guy has all the gender I wanna have-

Tbh the same goes for fizz BUT this post isn’t about him it’s about that ‘makeup’ ( cause I doubt it was actually makeup) that Stolas had when he was in his human form.

I am also just a sucker for anything that combines queer space royalty.

[shiroisotto64]

UPDATING MY OZZIE AND FIZZ HEADCANONS 😁

ASMODUES

- Ozzie spoils his significant others. He loves to see them happy. Literally anything you want you get no questions asked!

- ( i don’t know what I was on when I said fizz could cook forgive me ) Ozzie tries to make breakfast whenever he isn’t to busy in the morning! And he lets them ramble on about whatever they want to!

- he’s super supportive of you and whatever your profession is! He doesn’t take disrespect towards his partners. You can dress as sluty or as comfy as you want. No judgement.

- he just tends to sit back and watch the chaotic things you and fizz do and get into. as long as your both not hurt in the process. If so then you’ll be (very lightly) scolded! Be careful next time.

- you’re really only seen next to Gina me fizz. He’s a sin fizz is super popular and you may be to depending on what your profession is. It’s just the best way to keep you safe honestly. You all go on trips whenever y’all wanna get out of the house tho. He lets you both choose we’re to go.

- ozzie checks up on fizz to make sure his limbs are functioning and while the smaller imp bounces around you sometimes cuddle fizz while he waits. Ozzie thinks it’s really cute.

- asmodeus is REALLY bad at keeping your relationship a secret. Yet so is fizz so it’s alright. They can’t hide the way they look at each other! And you of course. Ozzie has been caught on camera making lovey eyes to many times to count. 😭

- he’s always down to fuck if your up for it. It’s pretty easy to get him going. As we saw a good pair of puppy eyes and a smooth big daddy and your good. 👍🏽

Fizzarolli

- he’s so silly. Like actually. He’s all over you and flirting non stop! You can barely keep ‘em off you. He loves quality time and physical touch.

- he runs off of praise and attention from both you and ozzie. He’ll roll over and play dead of left to his own devices for to long.

- you and Ozzie watch in awe as he fusses over his little girls. He pampers his little pets like no other. He has the most fun during walks and bath time! They get water all over the place and he loves whipping his skates out! (Doesn’t want him skating in the mansion.)

- random fashion shows. He loves showing off all of his outfits and stuff. Different hats and everything. He even convinces Ozzie to get him different color limbs for when he wants to match em with the current color.

- he curls up on which ever of you is close when he’s tired. Just slings himself onto you honestly. But be careful! Sometimes it’s a trick. 💀 he’ll nip at you when you let your guard down and run off while giggling the little shit 😭

- Ozzie randomly hums and sings and he randomly imitates different horns and loud instruments. Fizz has made a beat out of his horns before.

- he still pulls pranks. Like screaming in your ear to wake you up in the morning. He’s been fussed at to many times for this so now he uses his horns. (Yay?)

- blushes when shown genuine affection or compliments but turns his head away to hid the blush if in public and regain his composure.

- a total show off but who’s surprised.

- fizz gets turned on if your protective of him. Especially if you can fight. Ozzie is more lax if he knows you can take care of yourself and fizz. But fizz brags about how safe he feels and how sexy it is that you get so worked up over his safety.

[uncouth-the-fifth]

good morning, charlie - Leon Kennedy/Reader

read it on Ao3.

Pairing: Agent!Leon/Detective!Wife!Reader Tags: domestic fluff with the tiniest dustings of background angst, married life, hugging, kissing, and snuggling. Words: 3k (yes, I'm capable of keeping something this short) Notes: read this in a WWE announcer voice: THAT'S RIGHT! UNCOUTH HAS COME CRASHING BACK INTO THE RING AFTER YET ANOTHER MONTHS-LONG HIATUS. i'm magical, truly. here is the first Leon fic I promised last month! There's so much I want to say about this little drabble, but I'll save that for my curious ppl on Ao3. this is going to be a big 180 from my spn content, and I sincerely hope that's okay with the public 😭 for my RE people: enjoy domestic Leon bullshit!

At two in the morning, Washington D.C. is pouring everything it has into crafting the coziest atmosphere of all time. A pleasant window-tapping storm had rolled in right around when you resolved to stay up working. Some late-night radio host is making soft, fizzing chatter in the next room, and coupled with a stellar view of the city from fancy floor-to-ceiling windows, you have a prime opportunity to pass the fuck out.

Unfortunately, you have made some spectacular life choices that don’t mix well with a full night’s rest. Nope, no sleep for you. Despite all of fate’s attempts to stop you from being a cop, (including throwing a city-wide outbreak at you on your first day), you are still here, gripping your job with both hands. At two in the damn morning.

Since scrubbing your eyes hadn’t woken you up the first five times you tried it, you give it another shot as you pace the length of your living room rug—from the coffee table you’ve stacked with files, then back to the whiteboard pasted top-to-bottom with pictures of missing young women. The whiteboard had been Leon’s idea. After the fourth time you’d transformed a flattened cardboard box into a morbid case-board for work, he’d cajoled you into letting him buy one for the apartment.

But I won’t be able to stab the tacks into it, you’d pouted.

Oh, the agony, your husband had drawled. He was a master of delivering a good, dry look.

You’d propped your fists on your hips and tried your best to look serious. The red yarn connecting everything isn’t just a detective-movie thing, y’know! It’s actually really useful. And I need my tacks to stick the yarn in—

Leon had cut cleanly through your building sass with another look, this time one glimmering with humor. Then I’ll get you magnetic ones, detective. Don’t you use whiteboards at the precinct anyway?

You’d grumbled. Because, yes, you did use whiteboards at the station, and they did have the little tacks with the magnets on the bottom. But you’d refused to deal with Leon being all smug (he was unbearable pretty when he was right), and had teased back instead, Whatever, nerd. Why don’t you and the other two angels go call Charlie already?

The reference had gone clean over Leon’s head. Of course, he hated being left out of a joke, so he’d roped you over by your wrist and pinched an explanation out of you until you were squealing with giggles.

Summarizing Charlie’s Angels to Leon had been a lot like offering a paper rocketship to an aerospace engineer. But, hey, picturing him running around in skimpy outfits and escaping action movie explosions on a motorcycle is a whole lot more fun than… than the real deal.

You don’t want to think about what his missions are really like. Not that you’re even allowed to know in the first place. Being Leon’s wife permits you a government-issued phone with his handler’s number, and on antsy days you can push Ingrid for details if you want. But after so long you’ve learned it only hurts both of you—for her, in the inability to answer, and for you, in the excruciating pain of being unable to know. Where is he? That’s classified.

She can’t always tell you when he’s coming home, either. So much of your life is hinged on her check-ins, and even more is forced to live off a simple, He’s okay.

For the seventh time, you scrub at your tired eyes and suck in a deep breath. You’d gotten that fabled text from Hunnigan—he’s okay—earlier today, and like always you crawled through the rest of your shift roiling with anticipation, waiting for Leon to materialize back into your life.

You force your gaze back to the whiteboard, littered with notes and pictures hung up with magnetic tacks. The faces of five missing women bore back. The ten-ton weight of your caseload slams down in full, and again, you scold yourself for floating back into comforting memories of your husband. These girls have lost all comfort in the world since they were taken. Your Captain gave you the responsibility of finding them, and after all you’ve been through, after all the other cases you’ve closed, there can’t be any room for failure. Think.

Your legs ache from being on your feet all day, chasing leads, but dropping into Leon’s armchair for even an instant will just have you nodding off again. More pacing it is, then. This is your pattern for the next half-hour: pace, re-read witness statements, turn, sip your coffee, pace, cross-reference alibis. He’s okay. Two of the girls were taken from Queen’s Chapel, two from Takoma, one from Woodridge. He’s fine. The last victim breaks the profile. What’s different about her? Why take her? Think think think— You know what Leon would do. He was the kind of person you could put in front of a problem, and no matter what he would find a way to shoulder his way through. With physical force, sure, but mental force too. He would sit and just look at the puzzle, and sheer willpower would lead him to some kind of answer. But you’d been pushing and pushing for days now, pursuing every lead, pressing every witness, yet nothing will give. The whole thing feels like a punching bag you’re beating at over and over again, knuckles raw and bloody—

Keys rattle just outside the front door.

First the big deadbolt scrapes open, unlatching with a heavy thud, and that sound alone is enough to shock you awake. More than any coffee could. Then comes the doorknob. Leon hasn’t even turned his key before you’ve twisted the lock open, yanked the door out of your way, and sent it whipping into the jamb with his keyring still swinging from its slot. You give him one full blink to register that it’s you before you’re throwing yourself on him without a single lick of shame, legs and all.

Of course, Leon bears your weight with grace. He grunts out an oof! when you come in for landing, and the living, breathing sound drains into one gruff laugh. You’re scooped up under the thighs and teddy bear squeezed against him. He reeks of cheap motel soap and something faintly coppery—then mint, a whole world of plush, wet spearmint when he nudges your face up with his nose and lays a hello kiss on you. The taste of his gum and the scratch of his stubble on your chin make your skin feel like it’s fizzing, inside-burning-out, every inch of you stood on end by his static charge. Jesus, this guy. He feels like fucking magic, and you’re confident that the laws of physics don’t quite apply around him. Everything in the room, in the too-big apartment that’s painfully empty without him in it, tilts toward Leon.

You shove your face nose-first into his neck and clutch the back of his jacket in both fists. Swallowing hard, you manage, “Hey, angel.”

“Good morning, Charlie,” Leon says.

If you had any resolve for today left in you at all, the wash of his sizzling butter voice would squash the last of it. You’d been trying to be sweet, but your husband has to be funny about fucking everything, of course. Even after weeks spent apart. You love him so fucking much.

“Don’t tell me you found time to watch that stupid movie.” Your voice is muffled by his coat, and you’re grateful for an excuse to hide.

You’re moving. Leon carries you inside, his wedding band pressing into your leg and his other big, warm hand spooned around your back. “Boring plane ride. I wanted to get your jokes.”

Your front door is toed shut, and with all the efficient maneuvering of a proper agent, Leon gets the place locked up behind you. Somewhere in all the commotion he’d dropped his go-bag by the welcome mat, and you hear the dramatic thunk, thunk, of his fancy work loafers being kicked off beside it. Only then does he slip you onto your own feet again.

Your hands slide down his arms as you make contact with the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware that he’s damp from the rain, but that fact hangs in the little alternate universe he’s made in your front hall. Standing there and being able to look at him straight-on, Leon doesn’t feel real. It’s like your constant thoughts of him have manifested a ghost in his shape, mimicking the smiley rookie you remember.

He greets you with a quiet, beaten-down smile, and you understand immediately that the world has thrown its fair share of punches at him, too. You’ve both had a shit week. The Kennedy surname just brims with good luck, huh?

Your hands work on autopilot as you take him in, slipping under the fabric of his jacket and lingering over his thudding heart. His warm blue gaze swims over your face, and you can almost hear the clicking mechanisms in his head as he forces himself out of operative mode and into home mode by looking at you.

“It’s a really bad movie,” you say, choked up.

Leon’s jacket hits the floor with his shoes. There’s a swath of ugly, purpling bruises crawling up his bare arm, old enough to be greening at the edges, and your stomach churns when you see it.

He taps your chin up, pulling you away from the damage and back on him. His voice rolls over you like bourbon in a glass. “Absolutely. So-bad-it’s-good, even. We should watch it, make fun of it together. Like, why the hell does…”

Leon flawlessly falls into an analysis of the movie’s poorly-written espionage elements. The movie you made one offhand joke about several weeks ago, mind you. He’s pulling at straws, saying whatever the hell comes to mind to make you laugh, so exhausted he’s literally swaying on his feet. You can’t believe he’s trying to distract you with something so trivial, but this is your husband. One flash of that weary closed-mouth smile, one brush of those callused hands down your wrists, and your whole world resumes its orbit around him.

You laugh at the jokes he’s obviously crafted for your benefit, a weak chuckle your heart isn’t in. With his hands looped around your wrists, he guides your arms around his neck and welcomes you back into the toasty bubble of his touch. Leon’s even warmer from being tucked underneath his coat. Pure goodness and safety glows off him like a fucking nuclear reactor, and it dawns on you that you haven’t felt safe at all since he left. Anyone can be plucked off the streets here.

One more scratchy kiss and then he’s leading you deeper into your apartment. No one on Earth would believe that he’s a chatty guy, but he talks the whole way through. Too often he’s left to sit in his own mind on missions, and you’re treated to two week’s worth of his backlog in the next ten minutes. All the little things he wanted to say to you. The streams of smart-mouth commentary he was famous for at the academy are all inner monologue now, but you’re confident the Leon radio show still runs twenty four hours a day. He chatters so much in his head that it slips out of him like water sometimes—

“…that close to an explosion would disintegrate you, but fuck physics I guess—“ Leon interrupts his own flow of thought to squint at you. “Quit looking at me like that. It’s unfair how pretty you are when you’re tired. What was I—not like the laws of physics apply to that movie anyway, but…”

—and you’re stupidly charmed by it. He talks to comfort himself, and because the two of you are one unit, one person to him, he does the same for you.

With your hand tethered in his, he clicks off the radio in the kitchen. One of Leon’s side-stories replaces the random late-night station that’d been playing, floating over the din of the rain like bass over relaxing drums. He pours out the dregs of your coffee. He closes the files full of gruesome crime scene photos on your coffee table, and you watch, barely able to keep your head up, as he flips your whiteboard over to its blank side. You’ll get his second opinion on the case tomorrow.

Leon sweeps the place with you in tow, and once the security system’s armed and you’re almost sagging against him, the lights come off. Though you’ve had plenty of time to adjust to the Leon that returned home from training, you’ll never get used to the little alien ticks it’s given him. He navigates to your bedroom in complete blackness. He avoids the creaky floorboard just outside your door without seeing, deathly silent. The broad presence of him looms in the dark.

One wall of the bedroom is nothing but paneled glass, throwing a long square of dark blue moonlight over your rumpled comforter. While the view of the Potomac and Capital Hill is stellar from up here, you’ve always felt out of place among the things Leon’s generous salary has earned the two of you: a flat with a private elevator in the nice part of town, fresh-off-the-press sports cars, a getaway cabin up north. So much of it you end up enjoying by yourself. It only ever feels worth it when he’s here, smacking his elbow into the digital wall-panel that controls your A/C.

“—s’ supposed to be a touch screen,” he sidebars himself for the tenth time. Softer, Leon adds, “Brush your teeth. I’ll be right there.”

You rope your arms around his middle and press your face into the heart of his back, careful of the bruises he’s doing his best to hide. “Wanna wait for you.”

Leon doesn’t protest. There’s more little beeps as he screws with the temperature of your mattress or something, deciding, “We live in a damn spaceship. Are we too good for plain old-fashioned buttons now?”

Apparently you are, since old man Leon fails to figure out how to crank the heat up. You let him play with it for a little while longer (it’s not his fault he’s rarely home), and then intervene with a few quick taps when things get dire. The heater hums to life under the floor a beat later, and he turns in your grip to scoff, mystified by your vast and incredible knowledge.

“My smart girl,” he hums.

Just that is enough to chip off a piece of your strength. Had he said that to you over the phone, a million miles away in god-knows-where, your knees would buckle. He is the only one who talks to you like that—with so much simple, uncomplicated love. Too tired to put your thoughts into words, you flatten a hand over his heart and kiss the sun-freckled nape of his neck.

“Clingy,” Leon mutters. You’re pretty sure it’s supposed to sound dry and funny, another one of his jokes. But then he’s smoothing both of his palms down your arms in two long handsy swaths, and the gesture tells you everything about just how clingy he’s feeling, too.

His stories make getting ready for bed an even slower affair. You couldn’t mind if you wanted to. As you help him out of his starchy dress-shirt button by button, he surprises you with a rare explanation of where he’s been for the last weeks. The UK. Truly, your husband is the special secret agent to end all special secret agents: he talks around his job as if it was a bump he’d hit on the way home, entertaining you instead with his Leon-ified vision of London. Touristy as shit. Loud as shit. Smelled like shit.

“Just like DC,” he chuckles, and then a second time when your fluffy head pops through the collar of the sleep shirt he’s dressing you in.

It’s too much rough, cinnamon spice laughter for one woman to stand. You duck away to brush your teeth and groan into your palms like a schoolgirl over him, but sure enough, Leon trails you, fingers chasing the hem of your shirt (his shirt) in a sleepy daze. He always keeps you in view. Nervous, maybe, to have you out of his sight.

This tradition continues when the two of you crawl into bed. Your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and so has your body, able to sense him on the stupidly expensive mattress beside you. He thinks you can’t tell, but his gaze roves over you again and again—down your back when you flop face-first into the plush bedding, over the slope of your shoulder when you wiggle under the covers. Leon draws you into the glorious halo of his body heat with a gentle hand on your belly. If you could bottle this feeling, the whole world would be sick and stupid for him in hours. Minutes even.

You feel so safe that the word doesn’t even come to mind. Just vague, peaceful shapes of things you know, home, sleep, cologne, cozy. His work-rough palm with his body-warm wedding band slips under your tee to sweep over your ribs. Then comes Leon’s face, just on the right side of stubbly as he shoves it between your shoulder blades without a single lick of shame. The breath he takes of you is so heavy that his whole frame shudders with it, top to bottom.

You remember how you’d burrowed into his jacket the second he got home and think, You are me and I am you. We’re always on the same page.

With that, the stage is set. DC’s faraway glittering cityscape lights up all the raindrops on your window, and you watch them run as the two of you melt into one another. Leon’s warm breaths slow across your neck. Time for you to deliver your line.

You wet your lips and murmur into your pillow, “Do you want to talk about your mission?”

Legally, he can’t say yes. Government secrets, bureaucracy, yadda yadda. Leon isn’t always emotionally ready to crack open a coffin he’s just finished sealing, either, but while it is his job to close your case files for the night, you’re his wife. You’re the only person who can knock on that door. With how little choice he has left in his life, you try to give him options whenever you can. Regardless, you know the man you married—strong-willed on a mythical fucking level, and just as self-sacrificing. He’ll always try to spare you.

Sure enough, Leon says, “Tomorrow. Do you want to talk about your case?”

You shake your head at him, exhausted to the point of dizziness. “Tomorrow.”

A tender kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck, and the whole world goes silent for the perfect, husky whisper you’ve ached to hear. You feel his wry smile against your skin. “We’re always on the same page, baby.”

[bearw-me]

Can we have poly Asmodeus and fizarolli with a s/o who's a k-pop idol ?

my first polyyyy i'm so excited! bless anon!

𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 + 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐇𝐜𝐬

𐐒 ft : (poly!) asmodeus x kpop idol!reader x fizzarolli 𐐒 cw : fluff, cuddling, slight angst 𐐒 summary : general hcs! 𐐒 note : may i be the first to say this was the most wholesome-heart squeezing thing ive ever written/imagined

Asmodeus arranges shows for you in his club in the Lust Ring, if you have time, and they are special events he doesn't host very often (mostly because he adores you and wants you to be shown off, but also because he hates the way his sinners view you in the Lust Ring: objectively)

He LOVES singing with you

Fizzarolli is the one to attend ALL your shows, waving his light sticks in the air happily, probably cheering the loudest.

Asmodeus doesn't really like PDA unless its for his shows or a performance out of respect for your public image, but Fizz is a little more weary, mostly because (like in the show) he doesn't want to be the one to drag the two of you down

They both LOVE your dances and choreography, and the fact you allow them to have opinions on your outfits.

Cuddle Hcs: Asmodeus loves to be in the middle, holding the two of your smaller bodies against him or both next to him on one side (he can definitely manage to wrap his arms around you both, so he does) and Fizz just likes having you both near him, having the smell and warmth of you both close is enough to have him finally fall asleep

If you're off on tour, Fizz has to call you every night and check in, holding you on the phone until you absolutely can't talk to him anymore (bonus if you just fall asleep with him and he can hear you snoring. it melts his heart) and he turns to Asmodeus until you're back

Despite being popular in hell themselves, Asmodeus and Fizz never actually try to "take advantage" of your fame, only support you when you need it

Your literal husbands

Fizz is clingy, while Asmodeus is a more possessive/jealous type

but also don't think Fizz will just stand there and let some guy try to eye-f*ck you either (he WILL strangle someone)

Asmodeus has a tattoo, or a mark on his chest, for the two of you

Fizz would love to manage your socials if you asked it of him (or give you opinions on your 'best' pictures)

Surprisingly, Asmodeus is the one who wears your merch (the most), mostly as a sleepy shirt, but he would wear it under his usual three-piece suit if he didn't feel like dressing that day

I feel like (obviously) As would rehearse your songs with you, giving you feedback on your notes and tone while you sang, While Fizz would help you with choreo!

Fizz likes to cuddle with you in bed, snuggling his face into your chest and vent about the day or what bothers him

Asmodeus loves to be involved with your career and brings you things you might need like body glitter or getting your nails done, even bringing you socks that match your outfit better.

The poly relationship would work really well, and Asmodeus and Fizz could really depend on each other when one of them wasn't their for you.

As feels like he needs to protect and be there for the two of you, and gets anxious or apprehensive when he's not there with you both

And Fizz knows he can depend on the both of you, comforted even if you both weren't physically there to hug him

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

tw // fatphobia, ed

I'm sorry, I love Hellaverse as much as the next guy but people cheering that "Fizz gained weight and it's a sign of healing!" are not serious. He gained as much weigh as Valentino lost between Masquerade and Welcome to Heaven aka he changed outfit. If they really wanted to convey this massage of healing, there are ways to do it in animation that don't make 50% of people doubt it's even real.

We can love the show and still acknowledge that Vivzie absolutely sucks when it comes to body diversity and 2 of 3 fat characters she has just perpetuate harmful stereotype that being fat goes hand in hand with being rich, lazy, incompetent and lack of self awareness (they are basically Dudleys of this universe). And that is intentional, see, the literal sin of Gluttony (not all fat people are gluttonous obviously but yes, eating more than someone needs - which gluttony means - makes people fat) is right there but apparently she's too cool and too nice to be fat. Beside Mammon and Adam we have Mimzy. Technically she is not that bad but let's be real she's hated more than the rapist or the genocidal zealot. And since writing in Hellaverse is vary smart in my opion I don't believe Mimzy was created to be liked by audience. From interrupting one of the best songs, to crossing Alastor's boundaries and just being a bad friend, she was doomed from the beginning.

None of the characters we should actually root for is fat. And while being fat is not something that "should be explained" by other character's traits, even if we chose to follow this very flawed logic there are plenty of likeable characters that have """a reason""" to be fat. Alastor and Rosie are foodie-coded, Husk drinks a lot of booze, Vox spends most of the time watching TV, Lucifer is depressed and barely leaves his room... Okay but honestly if we reverse this way of thinking and actually stop treating skinny a default body shape there is only one character that has """a reason""" to be this skinny and it's Angel Dust who - as a famous pornstar - has to be commonly (yes we live in the society and porn industry treats fat people like fetish, not actually attractive human beings) desirable and easy to sexualize. Any character in the shows could be fat but choices were made.

And by the way I think they did a terrible job with the whole Fizz's eating disorder thing because when he supposed to be "skinny in the unhealthy way" he looks like 95% of characters.

Anyway, even your favorite media deserves valid criticism.

[djljpanda]

Can we have more poly asmo and fizz with blitzs younger brother.

This time blitz's brother is a tailor and they love to make different types of clothing 💓🎀

Tailor Boyfriend

Asmodeus X Fizzarolli X M!Reader

A/n: Reader Is Blitzo Younger Brother

You had gotten into fashion at a young age as you fell in love with the costumes in the cirus

At first you would stitch up any ripped clothing or make whole new ones

You found it enjoyable and so did everyone else seeing how you have a talent

Even after everything you became one of the biggest fashion designers in Hell

Even making the upper class appeariciate your skills and personally seeking you out

But by that reason that's how you got in touch with Fizz (again) and Ozzie

I think Ozzie and Fizz find it cute when you ramble about facts about fashion

Also love seeing your sketches

You do make custom outfits for your boyfriends and they love it and would tease you as they always fit and you know what colors suit them the best

Asmodeus one time asked you if you can help design some outfits for his succubus workers and with allot of time you made those outfits you can see the succubus were in the latest episode

With your skills of sewing you would help bandage Fizz up when he would get hurt

Matching outfits for all of you for different events

I would say Ozzie and Fizz wouldn't mind being your model as you try on new fabrics and different sewing techniques

I believe those two would keep the magazines with you or your outfits on them or if it's just one picture they would cut it out feeling proud of you

Fizz and Ozzie will ask for some lewd outfits which they have many that are from you even asking you to make some for roleplaying

Overall Ozzie and Fizz love your work and love how big your name has gotten in Hell

[effy-writes]

HIIIII!!!!!! OKAY OKAYY SOO.. MALE READER BTW!!

fizz x ozzie x reader

So He has very unique features, In hell you look very doll like, think even more doll like then velvette, you are from the envy ring, but moved to the lust ring because its just better, he has white hair with pink streaks in it. and you like have a lot of white and pink

so you are crying because someone called you ugly and fizz is comforting you, and you have anxiety so you took this to heart, and spiralled because you're scared your boyfriends think you're ugly, so ozzie walks in, and then is begging to know who hurt you, and he comforts you too, once you calm down, they send verosika to hang out with you since you're best friends andand while you two hang out fizz and ozzie are beating up the dude who called you ugly<3

ofc!! sorry this took too long!! im kinda not happy how this turned out, for some reason i struggled with this but i hope you enjoy!! <3

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fizz x ozzie x m! reader: oh doll

cw: scratching to relieve tension

living in the envy ring wasn’t so great to you. lots of trauma happened and you had to get out of there. the saying is true, places holds memories, so the moment you turned 18 you moved into the lust ring.

your life became better, but you still suffered from anxiety attacks due to the trauma that you endured from envy. you needed to find something to distract yourself so you decided to be a performer at “ozzie’s”.

you obviously had to audition, so you went with a pole routine. ozzie loved your performance and so you were hired on the spot! you felt like you were on top of the world and nothing could bring you down.

ozzie introduced you to fizz, and you guys hit it off! one thing led to another, and now you’re in a polyamorous relationship with them. at first you were nervous about this whole thing because you never been in a poly relationship. you were afraid of becoming too jealous, but they treated you so good and completely washed away your anxious thoughts.

you also told them about how you have anxiety problems due to your life living in the envy ring and warned them that you’re sensitive to certain things. they were both understanding and even fizz told you about his trauma so you’re not alone.

~~~

you had about 3 hours to spare before you had to perform again at “ozzie’s”, so you went walking to clear your head.

you strolled the streets of lust and went shopping for some new outfits. pink and white was your color, so you always seek out those colored clothes.

“oh shit, it’s the off brand angel dust!” an imp laughed.

you rolled your eyes to yourself and continued shopping. you were use to this kind of treatment, being called the “off brand angel dust” was so basic. at first it did hurt you, but overtime you stopped giving a fuck.

the imp and his friend kept following you around the store. your heart raced, but you tried to not show any reaction.

“angel dust from shein.” he snickered.

you left the store without any new clothes because you didn’t want to deal with them. you made your way back to “ozzie’s” and got ready in the designated dressing room.

“y/nnn, can i come in?” fizz shouted.

“of fucking course.”

fizz opened the door and wrapped his arms around you from the behind while you were putting on drag makeup.

“how was your walk? did you buy anything lustful.”

you didn’t dare to tell him what had happened today because him and ozzie will go haywire. “couldn’t find anything that i didn’t own.” you laughed.

fizz let go and sat on your lap facing you, “seems about right to how much ozzie spoils you.” he laughed, “are you ready for your performance?”

“i am! it’s gonna be sooo sexy. so you better keep it in your pants.” you stick your forked tongue out.

“gonna be hard.” he laughed, “you’re on in 30 minutes.” he lightly kissed your lips since you were wearing lipstick and didn’t want to ruin it. fizz got up from your lap and left your dressing room.

you let out a sigh and slouched as you stared at yourself in the mirror. those imps really got to you but you can’t let them hold that much power over you.

the performance went perfect, you didn’t slip or miss any beats. fizz and ozzie watched from the wings and as always they had to stop themselves from fucking you right then and there.

you blew a kiss to the audience before strutting away to the wings. your boyfriends pulled you into a tight hug before letting you go to get unready.

you walked back to your dressing room but stopped in your tracks once you saw the same imps.

“just saying, angel dust is a way better dancer than you. he has the body, the legs, the stamina, he is the og. but you? an uglier version of angel.” he laughed.

you clenched your fist, “you guys can’t be back here.”

the other one spoke, “look, we’re just trying to help. nobody wants to see the same pink and white whore, we already got one who is better than you. you should be thanking us!”

you shoved pass them and locked yourself in the dressing room. your breathing increased as you clutched onto your heart. “deep breathes” you whispered to yourself.

no, no this can’t be happening again. it’s been months since you had an anxiety attack just stay calm, you kept thinking to yourself. i’m not ugly, they’re just trying to get under my skin. you’re okay.

but no matter how many times you told yourself this it didn’t work. you groaned loudly and scratched at your skin to relieve tension.

“y/n? doll?” ozzie said from the other side of the door, “you doing alright? can i come in?”

you wiped away your tears and opened the door. ozzie came in and saw your teary eyes and ruined makeup. “oh doll, what happened?”

your breathing increased again, “it’s nothing, i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine, what is it? did something happen?” he held your hands.

“just some…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, just break down again and hyperventilating. ozzie picked you up and pulled you into a hug, “shh, it’s okay, i’m here. but you gotta tell me what happened because NOBODY will hurt you again.”

“just mean shit.” you managed to say through your sobs.

“oh honey..breathe with me.”

you followed his breathing and eventually calmed down. your head was aching from how much you were crying. ozzie sat you down on the bench and got on his knees to be at your level. he took your hands into his and squeezed them, “who said these things?”

“an imp with short white hair and wearing a blue shirt? and the other has longer white hair who wasn’t wearing a shirt.” you took shaky breath in and out.

“i’m gonna BEAT those FUCKERS UP” ozzie screamed before calming down, “sorry for yelling it’s just-”

“i know, ozzie.” you softly smiled but dropped it, “i don’t feel good about my self.” you sniffled, “i don’t understand why you and fizz want a “shein version of angel dust”.”

“doll, STOP thinking like that! you’re better than that! fizzy and i think you are the most beautiful, handsome, attractive, sexy looking demon here! how about you hang out with verosika tonight and fizz and i will go handle them, does that sound good?”

you nodded as ozzie stood up to call verosika. you couldn’t help but to scratch yourself to relieve tension again. he hung up and got down to your level again, pulling your hands away from your arms so you would stop hurting yourself, “verosika is coming over in about 30 minutes, just sit tight. will you be okay being here until then?”

“i will, thanks again.”

“of course, doll! you mean everything to fizzy and i.” he smiled. “please stop scratching yourself, okay?”

you nodded and hugged yourself with your arms and your tail.

ozzie ending up leaving you in this dressing room. you needed to get out of this costume and take off your ruined makeup but was too tired to do anything. you were glad you’re able to hang out with your best friend, but still so mentally tired.

another knock was heard, “hey bitch,” verosika said, “can i come in?”

“yeah,” you got up and open the door. verosika handed you a flask.

“you doing alright?”

“not really.”

“want to get dress in some sexy ass clothes and go to a bar?” she sweetly smiled.

“i guess..sorry im just so tired after i get anxiety attacks.”

She rubbed your shoulder, “i know, baby…do you want me to dress you up!” her smile gotten bigger, in which making you smile.

you agreed and watch verosika squeal out of happiness. she went through all of your clothes that was in the dressing room and picked out the sexiest one you have. “bitch, PLEASE wear this.”

“uh..i don’t know. i don’t think i’ll good in it.”

“oh come on, please? trust me you’re already fucking hot. wear this.” she threw it to you.

“fine.” you took it out of her hands and got dressed while she turned around.

“ya know..fizz and ozzie really loves you.”

“i hope so.”

“i know so. they always talk about you.”

you finished putting on the outfit and got her attention. she turned back around and gasped, “i need to ask if i can join in on the polyamory.” she laughed, “let me do your makeup.”

you sat down on the bench as verosika gathered the makeup from the vanity. she picked out all shades of pink and did your eyeshadow/eyeliner/mascara before doing your face. you turned back around to look at yourself in the mirror, still feeling ugly but you know that’s not true.

you and verosika made your way to the nearest bar and got drinks. she obviously got shit faced but you tried to just get tipsy and not too drunk. “you know, y/n, im really glad i met you.” she rested her head on your shoulder.

“i’m glad too. if it wasn’t for fizz and ozzie then we wouldn’t have been friends.”

“you have no idea on how much they love you.” she drunkly said, “they’ll do anything to protect you.”

“yeah..i think they’re beating up those guys right now.” you laughed.

“oh most definitely.”

you took another sip of your margarita, “i feel much better.”

“is the alcohol talking or you?”

“probably both.” you snickered, “but i do feel much better. thanks again for inviting me out.”

“of course, bitch. come on,” verosika slid off of the bar stool and wobbled a bit, “let’s take you back to fizz and ozzie.” she reached her hand out for you, in which you gladly took.

“verosika, i think maybe i should take you back to your place,” you laughed, “you’re shit face.”

“yeah but this day is for you,” she slurred.

“you could just spend the night with us.” you smirked.

“that’ll probably be better because i see four of you.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

OZZIE X READER X FIZZIE HEADCANONS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Ozzie x reader x Fizz hcs

i kind of really want a grilled cheese right now but its like 11pm as im writing this and i dont wanna wake anyone up grrr.... hisshiss.... notes: reader is written as masc as fizz is attracted to men, short post as admin is still trying to get a hold of writing poly relationships cws: none

you all band together when someone is being rude to just one of you- though to be fair there arent many who are willing to give ozzie shit thanks to his status as a sin

you all dedicate at least one night a week to hang out together, whether staying in or going out- anything ends up being fun!

you all take turns planning dates too, of course!

big bed, you all sleep together in the same bed- usually you and fizz sleep on each of ozzies sides and snuggle into him, and he has each arm wrapped around the two of you

on the occasion that you and fizz plan something to surprise ozzie- anniversary, or a birthday if he celebrates it- you both try your best to keep it a secret

....neither of you are particularly good at keeping secrets though, but thats not going to stop ozzie from pretending to be surprised when its finally revealed

matching outfits are a must when you go out, though if this is prior to fizz's quitting ozzie may wear his regular attire... its so painfully obvious to everyone else that youre all an item but hes still going to try to remain... normal...

loves helping you and fizz make outfits though! he has an eye for it, and fizz brings the energy! function and fun with those two!

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Relationship Headcanons 」 ⋆｡˚

Fizzarolli

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

You in the market for a sweet n’ sassy performer? Fizzarolli is the one for you! My man lives for being dramatic, although he doesn’t always need to be the center of attention. Fizz is more than happy to share the spotlight~.

Shenanigans is the word that best describes this relationship. Fizz will play harmless pranks and playfully tease you constantly. A lot of the time, he’s filming too (but won’t post it to his socials if you don’t want him to). Of course there are times when you'll need space, and in those cases, Fizz just goes to bother Blitzø.

Speaking of- Hangouts with Blitzø are pretty frequent. I hope you can tolerate threesome jokes, because Blitzø will make them. Most of the time, the two bicker with each other, with Fizzarolli relying on you for backup.

One of his favorite activities is singing with you! Doesn't matter if you're good or not- Fizz just loves the thrill of singing along to your favorite songs together.

On that same note (hehe), Fizz loves solos (watching and performing). So whether it's you cheering him on or vice versa, taking a moment to feel like a rockstar does wonders for your self-esteem.

Fizz will often do this thing where he pretends something is a microphone, and he'll act as if you're a celebrity on the red carpet. It's a fun way for Fizz to flirt with you; complimenting your outfit, hair, accessories, etc.

loves pampering you (and himself), so expect lots of self-care supplies to take over your bathroom. Nail polish, cuticle oil, face masks, scented lotions- you name it, he probably has it.

I imagine Fizz suffers from some chronic pain due to his scars and injuries. I also think that his skin is super sensitive because of the burn scars. I also think because of that, he'd be very particular about the skin care products he picks out.

In the beginning of your relationship, Fizz will have lots of reservations regarding physicality. His main concern is that the texture of his burns, and the scars themselves will freak you out, and you won't find him attractive.

Later on, when he's more comfortable, Fizz loves cuddling - though, if you have any boundaries surrounding physicality, he'll adhere to them. If not, be ready to have him hanging on you all the time. A robotic limb draped across your shoulders, his head leaned against yours, a hand caressing your back, fingers tracing your palms- Fizz just loves being in contact with you.

spontaneity, impulsivity, and creativity- the lethal trifecta. Fizz’s mind almost never stops. Some days, he’ll be brimming with ideas, songs, comedy bits- others. Others, his mind is racing with insecurities, and overwhelmed by the need to do everything at once. He has the tendency to bounce from one task to another, so sometimes, you’ll find half the laundry folded, the dishes clean, but not dry, or hastily written reminders on post-it notes scattered on counter tops and mirrors.

He tries not to show them often, but Fizz has a lot of insecurities. They range from him not being attractive enough to full-on crises regarding his self-worth. If you struggle with the same issues, you both can be pillars for each other, offering comfort and support when needed. Regardless, comfort and reassurance are very important to Fizzarolli, and they play a big role in the relationship.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

“GUYS! You cannot tell me that Millie and Moxie would be THE BEST parents

Like Millie would dress the child up in cute outfits and parade them around all excitedly and Moxie would freak out thinking he wouldn’t be a good father but the two would take turns singing lullabies with them and UGH I need this”

this is something one of my friends said, & i feel like it has a lot of potential as a prompt!!

-🕰️

omg...if u come back regularly u could be the first ever anon i have kekw BUT YES DGKS these would be HCS

Sweet Bundle of Joy | Moxillie x Child!GN!Reader

Relationship: Familial Warnings: None!

YOU ARE SO CORRECT THEY WOULD BE THE BEST PARENTS fbsrg

so there are two approaches for them, being their bio child and being adopted. 

If you are adopted, they do not care if you are a different type of hellborn, they take you in and become your parents.

It is kinda hard to say who would find you first, but I think they would find you at the same time while out either on a date or doing something mundane (like groceries)

Once Blitzø finds out that they adopted, he is shaking with excitement, having something to bond over with them. So he gives them time off so they can get accustomed to you.

If you are their bio kid, Moxxie fainted when Millie told him that she was pregnant

This kinda leads to a conversation between the two of them, not about if they were going to keep you, but if they were ready. More so Moxxie is concerned if he is ready, but we will get into that later.

I don’t know why you would think otherwise, Moxxie is a worry rat and Millie is the same. No matter how much Moxxie and Blitzø tell her to rest (Blitzø does it to shut Moxxie up), she is like “Guys I’m fine,” then fucking pummels a guy LOL

When she becomes visibly pregnant, that's when Blitzø puts his foot down and makes her stay in the office with Loona or not take any clients in the human world (Claiming it’s a limited-time deal lol)

When she goes into labor, Moxxie is panicking to all hell and once again Blitzø is the one to kinda (kinda) step up and push Moxxie to take her to the hospital

After you are born, again Blitzø (being the generous boss he is) gives Moxxie and Millie the time to get acquainted with you, forming a new routine now that they have a newborn (let me tell you, it's a lot LMFAO)

He even offers to watch you for a while so they can get rest. (Moxxie would try to argue with him but Millie would shut him up by dragging him to their shared room so they can fucking rest)

General HCS

As for how the other characters feel about you: BLITZØ FUCKING LOVES YOU LMFAO- He is your honorary uncle. When he is around you, he lessens the crude jokes (at least until you are old enough to understand them) and even gives you anything horse-related (he wants you to like horses like him he wants to share all the information he has about them to someone other than Stolas and Fizz). Loona is a little less enthused, but she doesn’t hate you. Especially if M&M adopted you, she looks after you fondly. (Will pummel anyone who points out her soft spot for you actually). Stolas is happy to be around a kid, often thinking of his sweet Via when she was a baby and small. He coos at you and almost took you home with him. (Moxxie took you back and held back Millie before she pounced on him LMFAO). Via doesn’t care too much but will share some of her interests with you if you ask her about them. Fizz and Ozzie meet you through Blitzø and they freak out thinking he had a kid. When he explains that you are M&M’s kid, the sigh of relief they breathe is INSANE LMFAO (it kinda leaves Blitzø a little offended) They both coo at you, thinking you are the sweetest thing in all of hell. Ozzie thinks back to when Charlie was a baby. It’s safe to assume, that you are going to be spoiled by a lot of people and M&M has a whole village after them, including Millie’s family.

Speaking of Millie’s family, they are so enthused with you that they hand you a weapon on your first birthday. Her parents are head over heels for you, being their first grandkid (Idk if they have any other grandkids, so I am assuming they don’t lol). Her siblings are similar to Blitzø but they do not get to see you often, being in the wrath ring while she is in the pride ring. But she does make an effort to go see them more when she doesn’t have work.

For obvious reasons, they keep you out of the greed ring, Moxxie is afraid that word of you will reach his dad. 

Going back to the topic of work, depending on your age, they will either have you on the strap-on baby carrier or leave you at the office with Loona (bonding time fr). If you are in the baby carrier, you somehow are all clean while the person you’re attached to is all bloody.

Back to Millie and Moxxie, this is their first time doing the whole parenting thing. While Millie is confident that she will be a good mother (and she is), Moxxie is worried that he will be like his father.

Millie and Moxxie looked at you as they closed the door, you were sleeping so peacefully. They would have thought you were sent from heaven if they were anywhere else. Millie looked at her husband, seeing him smile softly, but she could tell something was bothering him. 

“Moxxie? Is everything okay honey?” She steps to him and places a hand on him to comfort him. He leans into her touch and sighs. 

“Yeah…It’s just…” He trails off, worrying Millie.

“Mox?”

“I am worried that I will end up like my dad,” Moxxie says, his voice softer. Millie’s look softens from her concern. She takes him to their room and pulls out a box from under their bed. Confused, Moxxie tries to peek at the box to get a clue as to what it is. Millie pulls out a small pile of papers and hands them to Moxxie. He looks through them one by one. All of them were doodles, all done by you. Some were of you alone or playing with your toys. Others were of your other family members: you and Blitzø, you and Loona, and the day you spent with Stolas and Octavia. The final few papers were of your little family. Some mimicking your day out together to an amusement park, visiting Millie’s family for the moon festival. The last paper he saw was a drawing of him and Millie. Across the top were the words “Hell’s best parents.”

Safe to say Moxxie spent the night crying in Millie’s arms and that drawing was kept on his side of the bed. 

When they sing you to sleep, the tunes change depending on who is lulling you. If it’s both of them, they sing a little tune made about the three of you. Millie will sing the same lullabies her parents sang her, while Moxxie sings musical numbers. (Think Dear Theodosia kind of vibes)

Moxxie and Millie LOVE to dress you up, the matching outfits are so cute that they can’t resist. 

You also grow up using weapons! It’s mainly Millie who teaches you since Moxxie wants you to get a little bigger before you learn how to use a gun (stemming from his trauma with his dad) So you grow up with the strength of your mom, and some of the protectiveness. Blitzø jokes that you should start to work for I.M.P. but that gets shut down quickly by Moxxie and Millie. 

Moxxie shares his love of musicals with you. Not that he pushes it onto you, but it is his way of bonding with you.

If you express any of your interest, Moxxie and Millie will get whatever they can to push you to do what you are passionte about.

Obviously you do not have to worry about coming out to them! Just because they are in hell doesn't mean they are monsters.(Moxxie is literally bi lol) If it is something that they don't fully understand, they will listen to you as you explain it.

Trans? They will help you transition if you so desire and use your preferred pronouns! (even going as far as to editing old post where you are mentioned) Have a preffered name? They are willing to change it and use it like it's nothing (similar to the pronouns thing)

Overall, they love being your parent and do their best to raise you.

GUGHUGH i luv them sm

also ask are still not open but I might as well throw this into the dark

[sir-subpar]

Just curious, what do you think of Fizzarolli from Helliva Boss??

Whoa boy, this'll be long, bear with me

I'll be honest-

I like him.

He's very charming and funny

Love the prosthetics

The writing for him has been off lately, one of the very least he hasn't been butchered like everyone else. He's still very charming and funny, and well it confused me at first, I do now find his Dynamic with Ozzy to be very Charming. To be honest, they're kind of the only reasons I hold out even a tiny sliver of Hope for the show. The rest of the show has become very aggravating but whenever those two were on screen at the very least I'm entertained

Having said that-

His outfits are terrible

He deserves better than... This

This outfit especially

The colors clash and are strange. Very unflattering, especially for a character as Charming as him.

And I will admit, I'm a little biased because I am an Alex Brightman fan, I think he's very funny and very talented

His dynamic with Mammon feels off.

Maybe it's because he's the only one of the seven deadly sins who actually acts like the seven deadly sins, or maybe it's because Mammon looks like a Christmas tree

Or it might feel off because.. it feels like he shouldn't be that intimidated by Mammon when he's got Asmodeus right there. I don't mind the idea of Mammon being a jester, because if I remember correctly, one of his many nicknames was the "Lord of fools"

And I don't necessarily hate his voice either. I'm not sure if it matches him or not. I'm still on the fence about it, but the voice itself is all right.

I feel like Fizz could have had a very interesting Dynamic with Mammon, especially if the whole "Mammon's the reason he became successful and met the love of his life" is what they're going for. But I feel like it gets ruined by making Mammon such a caricature. There's no subtlety.

If Mammon really views Fizz as an ungrateful brat that he gave everything to, I feel like that should be explored.

Getting back on track. While I like Fizz, I'd argue he's probably my favorite character, I have an issue with him. Or rather, how the show treats him

Maybe it's just because I'm asexual, so when things are overly sexual I tend to be less interested, but I'm really tired of just how much are the cast is hypersexualized 24/7

Almost every character that is significant to Blitzo's story (other than his relatives, thankfully) seems to have to be a sexual or romantic interest at some point.

Stolas, Verosika, Fizzarolli, Striker, Chaz, Moxxie and Millie, Dennis, etc,

Don't get me wrong, the idea of a character using sex as a tool to get what they want is interesting. And is not necessarily bad. Even if it was against my preference, I can see potential in it.

But it seems like the majority of the queer characters are either mocked or hypersexualized. (I'll give Ozzy a pass, since he is the embodiment of Lust)

Moxxie is a punching bag, Blitzo, Stolas, Fizz, Striker (in the harvest moon festival), Chaz is basically nothing but a sentiant libido, Glitz and Glam, Verosika, etc.

It's just dissapointing how it's lacking variety.

Fizz himself is great, I like him a lot.

Originally for my redesign/reimagine project, I wasn't going to do the seven deadly sins but I might have to do Asmodeus and Mammon since they are so entwined with fizz story-wise.

Also because their designs drive me up the wall, but I'll talk about that more in their posts

Long story long, Fizz is the best character in the show to me.

For the record, if any of you like the show as it is, great! I wish I could, I really do, but I just can't enjoy it as much as I want to. And yeah, reimagining the show has been really fun! I'm not entirely sure why, but it is. Maybe it's just a good creative exercise

At the end of the day, these are just my opinions, I'm sure all of you have your own reasons for liking or disliking it, my word is not law. Feel however you feel, and I will feel what I feel.

And all right, I confess, these two are cute.

[something-awful1]

my thoughts while rewatching all of Helluva Boss in honor of the S2 trailer PT 3

TRUTH SEEKERS - i sMelL.... c o l o r s 😮 - unrelated but i love the background music? like helluva has such a good soundtrack why didn't we get that for hazbin - i just like complaining - MOXXIE IS T H E BITCH - he's so me - i love this episode so much - blitz looks so chill this is so silly - I'm a VirGo- - I LOVE MOXXIE - i love the fight choreo in this episode so much - blitz is just :p - im sorry what is bitch juice - IT WAS ABOUT UGLY HORNY CATS HAHAHAHA - cue the coolest sequence in indie animation ever - IT TIS NO PRANK BITCH - BECAUSE YOUUU - MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BITCH BOY - ARE TRIPPING BAAAWWWWWLLLLLSSSS - brandon has the best line delivery istg - woah wait scribble moxxies dialogue is some of the best written dialogue in all of vivzie's projects - this animation is so cool i'm sobbing - this is one of my favorite episodes, i remember watching it when it came out and like actually sobbing - the dhorks are idiots why did they give them the truth serum but like not ask them any questions while they were under the influence of it? like- what was the point - THIS IS THE COOLEST FUCKING FIGHT SCENE EVER - no thoughts, head empty, just truth seekers fight choreo - see this is what happens when animators actually take time to make their projects look good, instead of trying to get everything out as quick as possible - millie is the coolest, go break that guy's neck with your thighs, get it bestie - OMG I HAVENT SEEN THIS EPISODE IN FOREVER I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE STOLAS - GET IT STOLASSSSSSSSSS - this is literally the coolest sequence - OWL IN A CAGE INSTRUMENTAL SPOTTED - bryce pinkham the line delivery of "how the FHUCK-" was perfect - this whole scene is perfect - HELP THE DHORKS LOOK SO CONCERNED AFTER BITZ AND STOLAS MAKE OUT - yeah this is the best episode so far, hands down OZZIES - i have never been more not ready - i have no thoughts on the beginning ngl - ugh the lust ring is so beautifully drawn, really some of vivzie's best backgrounds - not the bouncer dude implying that three people can't make one couple 🙄 - "that's a mood, gabriella" LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST STOLAS LINES - his date outfit is so pretty - THE BOOKS ON HIS CHAIR HELP HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THAT - blitz is so frustrating right now FUCKING TALK TO HIM INSTEAD OF SYPING ON M&M YOU PERVERT - FIZZZZZZ BABYYYY - damn imagine blitz realizing his ex-best friend and celebrity ex are at the same club as him while he's on a "date" with a goetia that must be fucking embarassing - fizz's "let's fuck him up babe" look is my favorite thing - house of asmodeus is peak songwriting, like i don't think vivzie will ever top this (i fucking hope she does though) - UGH THIS MAN'S VOICE - these two are the biggest fucking hypocrites - "you used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all! i hope you didn't give it up, so you and him could get it up" is so gorgeously written and delivered - i could go into a whole analysis on stolitz rn but you could go read any other analysis on this episode and read the same shit so im not gonna - help why did he drive stolas hope? THE MAN CAN TELEPORT - stolas is so expressive i love him - OHHHH QUEEN BEE TAKES PLACE LIKE AT THE TAIL END OF OZZIES THAT MAKES MORE SENSE (queen bee took forever to come out so i was confused, i kinda forgot)

QUEEN BEE - ew i remember hating this episode so much - this feels so unfinished already - this is vivzie voicing the poodle bitch, isn't it - keshaaaaaa - i don't wanna listen to this song ngl - okay but the visuals are kinda good and i do love her voice - this must've taken forever to animate - HELP THE ONE SILENT LOONA LINE MAKES ME CRINGE SO HARD LIKE WHAT WAS SHE SAYING - she sounds like... constantly wasted as fuck - people definitely ship loona and bee don't they - i don't but like... i know someone does - i've heard a lot of people call bee bitchy, and fake, but yall i feel like she's being genuine - help she changes her mind so fucking fast - okay okay i don't hate this episode that much - blitz's little arm wave help - for reference i write all of these between the hours of 10pm and 3am, this is my complete, honest, unfiltered opinion - yeah this episode wasn't as bad as i remembered

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

White Diamond Is Adam's Mom And Ship-Shockkitty (2024)

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[Note: I plan to use this as a Cover for one of the future chapters of a story over at Quotev, so it will be for both here and there. also it might be best to click on this drawing to make it bigger and to view it better.]

Credit for Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro

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not everyone has to believe it, but I'm still gonna view that the first man Adam, both in the shows like Hazbin Hotel and Lucifer Tv series and even the one from our universe, technically not being the true first man, and the true first man lived a super and I mean like a super very long time ago, which him being respectfully called the Patriarch-Adam (or like in this drawing, called Patriarch-Adamah...)

even though the Ficto-Religion in both shows, could be like semi the same but still be different, but for all we know if Adam did become a Sinner and he was told the unspoken truth, that he was technically not the only Adam and there were others, and he may have been one of the Adams to Father a new generation of humans that make up the Homo-Sapiens, but Adam would still technically be a type of descendant of not just Homo-Erectus, but also The Annunaki.

so yeah, there is info on how some Annunaki view women, which was a trait that may have infused into the much earlier hybrid generation.

like I can believe that both The Heavenly Father/God and Earthly Mother/Goddess still played a part in us being here, but it could still be possible that some Annunaki may have still messed with the much early development of humans.

also Sans holding a Sign that reads Adam's "Annunaki" Shows When He Acts Like A Toxic-Male has to do with the info I had read about how some Annunaki are about females.

which we could be seen as being passed down to Adam of not just Hazbin Hotel but also the one from the Lucifer Tv Series.

it could be possible that the Adam from our universe, had to learn not to be that way and had to mature over time to treat his partner/wife with more respect and as a equal that was his other half...

also because of Kitty appearing in Hazbin Hotel, and being a Robo-Fizz, may hint and confirm that Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are in the same universe but have separate stories.

and yeah, my Crossover shipping Shockwave x Kitty and calling their ship Shockkitty might be weird but opposites attract, plus their ship can start out platonic which most ships do.

don't know if Kitty is really a girl, like even if they were customized to appear differently than most Robo-Fizz, and seem to be Feminine, but we wont know their confirmed pronouns and gender identity unless Val says the pronouns of Kitty.

until we get some kind of full canon confirming about Kitty's pronouns, I think I want to view Kitty as having She/They Pronouns and possibly having originally looked like other Robo-Fizz who still had their own appearance and different types of their outfits depending on their jobs...

but Kitty looking different from them, could have to do with their customization optional, them having a ribbon around their waist does remind me of Pearl from Steven Universe, sure when she reformed on Homeworld, she no longer had the ribbon...

but we could view that Robo-Fizzes are like Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel's version of Pearls from Steven Universe.

and for all we know, it could be rare for some Sinners and Hellborns to customize their Robo-Fizz to identify with She/Her Pronouns.

or if that option isn't a part of the Robo-Fizzes, that would mean Kitty would be unique and one of a kind if they were the first of a long line of Robo-Fizz to identify as a girl with she/her pronouns, but Kitty could end up using both She/Her and They/Them Pronouns.

for all we know, Kitty could of been the last of the line of Robo-Fizz that were made, and at some point ended up becoming Valentino's Robo-Fizz.

which would make Kitty the youngest sibling of all those Robo-Fizz, and being the only girl if it turns out that is what they may view themself but not in the binary sense.

congrats to Ozzie and Fizz for having a beautiful and adorable daughter Robo-Fizz, I mean if it does turn out Kitty does view herself/their-self as a girl who uses both they/them and she/her pronouns.

I wonder if Valentino cares about Kitty, even if he does mistreat them.

anyway not everyone has to believe about the whole theory and belief about the annunaki, but I'm still gonna view Adam not being the first man, but more like one of the few first ones that would be known as homo-sapiens, even if the homo-erectus came first before Adam.

like while Adam may technically be the first man, but he would be one of the first generation of homo-sapiens.

also the whole idea "If White Diamond Was Adam's Mom" is more Fanon and isn't really Canon to both shows, so it is 100% Noncanon.

also the whole Angels in the show, worshiping Good, could be understood better as the Alignment that could have to do with the Source of Good, even if it seems the Angels in the show do whatever they please and well the religion in both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, could be a mix of different types like showing Lilith and Eve, but having a Ficto-Religion version that is a counterpart of real life, and it doesn't have to be 100% like real life.

which by the way if that Toxic-Religious Guy who I saw the video of a few days ago, well I didn't really watch all the video...but from the look of the video and seeing a some stuff by skipping to some parts of it....it does seem that Toxic-Religious Guy never bothered to watch the full episode of Season 1, which happen to be be episode 1.

of course Toxic-Religious people like that guy, wouldn't try to understand that Charlie is trying to save Sinners and get them redeemed at her hotel.

and with their being different type of Sinners, with only some of them having a chance to be redeemed, this could not exclude some percent of Toxic-Religious people who have crossed lines, yeah there are different levels of them, and there are some Toxic-Religious people who are not only end up being a disgrace to the religion they are a part of, but also some of those Toxic-Religious people crossing a line that would possibly send them to the bad place and becoming a Sinner, which I'm talking about the one from our universe that was once a part of the Earthly Queendom until it had to be placed under quarantine because of the Masculine and Feminine Imbalance.

some Toxic-Religious people, can be less dangerous than some, plus it doesn't mean everyone in the religion they are a part of, would end up being a bad person and it can end up being separate at times.

so there can still be good people in a religion who aren't toxic-religious, and don't try to force convert or misuse the words like "may the lord have mercy on you." like most toxic-religious people would do and ending up only causing more harm than good and causing a type of Toxic-Religious Trauma.

so yeah, I believe it can be possible that despite what most Toxic-Religious people think, that they would end up going to Heaven, it is possible that depending on how bad they were with their Toxic-Religious actions, to not just being a disgrace to the religion they were a part of, but also to their friends and family, or other people.

they could either end up in purgatory or in heck.

I think some people who are religious and some who aren't, who do love both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, would have a different view on it and know not to judge it in the same way as some toxic-religious people.

and yeah for some who were once under the influence of the toxic-religious influence, but are no longer toxic-religious, could be seen as being redeemed and understand you can't just force convert others, or ignore their feelings when they say they are feeling really bad and crying because them believing in a Goddess now and them talking about being Nonbinary themself, are being disrespected by toxic-religious people.

even though I did get better from what happen a few years ago, which I think it might of happen around 2017 or 2018, I can't remember. but even though I did get better, it doesn't mean it still didn't hurt and I might not truly get over it.

anyway, I can believe in both the spiritual, science and evolution of humanity and how there may have been more than just one Adam and there being a true Patriarch and Matriarch Parents of humanity that were created, possibly from clay and other organic matter.

so yeah, both Sans and Sari point this out, but not everyone has to agree about it, but I'm gonna view Adam as being a hybrid, not just the one from Hazbin Hotel, but also the one from the Lucifer Tv Series and the one from our universe.

and yeah it could be interesting if Adam from Hazbin Hotel came back as a Sinner and tried to get redeemed, but he would at least want to try to, and prove he can change.

he would need to try to see women as people, and not just Lute, who I guess he could view as being one of the boys.

it does seem he had a close bond with Lute.

and even if the Adam from our universe, had to mature a bit more and may have been a bit of a Gray-Parent...

there could be more to Adam and Lilith's story from that book Charlie had read, and it could have a half-truth and half-lies in it.

the parts with Lucifer, could be truthful but doesn't show all the other stuff that happen that would end up causing him to become fallen.

Lilith might have a dark secret we aren't fully aware of in the show, but we might find out later on.

I do wonder if it turns out that Blitz might of been a Angel in a past life, because of the whole hallucination he had in one of the episodes of Helluva Boss. one of the guesses I have, is that he could either be a reborn self of Adam, or like a cleaved half of him, like being half-reborn but your original self stays as they are with the other half being reborn as a different person.

well if it did turn out Blitz was a Exorcist Angel in a past life, it could mean that some percent of them, when they die in Hell, they could end up being reborn as Imps, maybe...

if Adam had the same hallucination as Blitz, he could of been afraid to die alone, but if he was anything like the one from our universe (well before he matured a bit more...) he still ended up making mistakes that caused Lilith to leave him, and it is still messed up what the Adam from our universe did, when he wanted Lilith to return to him.

those three angels shouldn't of tried to force her, that isn't showing empathy at all or any form of love or respect.

sometimes couples need space, and trying to force her to return when she wasn't ready, is wrong and messed up.

and it could be possible that both Lilith in Hazbin Hotel and Pink/Rose from Steven Universe, could have some things in common, one of them being unknowingly hurting their own children with their selfish actions.

Steven had ended up hurt in different ways by his Mom's actions, and whatever is going on with Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, it could be possible Charlie might end up having mix feelings about her Mom.

anyway, hope some like this Crossover drawing, and the ship name for Shockwave x Kitty, which can start out platonic and later become romantic.

and not everyone has to like the idea that White is Adam's Mom, which in some Fanon Timelines in Crossover AU, if White had made Adam in the same way as Pink/Rose...

it would mean that White Diamond gave up her form so Adam could be born, thus not only being the "first man" but also the first gem-human hybrid. once again, Fanon Timeline so not canon.

Chara in this drawing, is in her/their Sinner form, which happens to be a Deer, well to be more correct, a Fawn.

that version of Chara goes by She/Her & They/Them, and is a Nonbinary-Girl, so she could still be called "Princess Chara" and well I did do a drawing.

there are different versions of Frisk, Chara and Kris, some of them being Nonbinary with only They/Them pronouns, and some being either Male with He/Him pronouns or Female with She/Her pronouns.

so it could make sense that some of the Fanon Timelines in the different AUs, there can be some versions that have some versions of Chara, Kris and Frisk being either a Enbirl or Enboy, that go by either She/They or Him/They.

plus this version of Chara's Full name is Charlotte, which the name Chara is a diminutive of the name Charlotte.

so yeah, once again the version of Chara in this drawing is a Nonbinary-Girl.

when I'm able to, I will try to draw a Baphomet version of Asgore.

I already drew a Baphomet version of Toriel, which isn't a Hellborn Baphomet, but a Sinner Baphomet.

and Asgore will be a Sinner Baphomet, even if both Toriel and Asgore still have good hearts, they still ended up placing children in harms way and didn't bother properly watching their children, that are Asriel and Chara...so yeah, in the Geno Route that is like in a Crossover Timeline, they would end up going to Heck and becoming Sinner Baphomets.

I might end up drawing Asgore as a Baphomet right away, but when I find the time to, I will do my best on the drawing of Asgore in his Sinner Baphomet form, which would be a hybrid version of his monster form and his sinner form.

for monsters like in undertale and deltarune, when they either become Winners or Sinners when they end up in either Heaven or Hell...they will still keep their original forms, but they will become a hybrid version of it, even if they are already hybrids.

they can either become a angel or demon version of their monster forms from when they were alive.

so Asgore and Toriel becoming Sinner Baphomets that are hybrid versions of their original forms, would make sense.

also it's okay that not everyone likes the idea that White Diamond being Adam's Mom, even if it is Fanon and Not Canon. :)

[maimedaffair]

@jizzlords ▐ fizz &* ozz ↳ [ morning ] ozz  wakes  fizz  up  with  sex. + ❝ tell me you’re mine ❞

waking up in ozzie's arms was always a nice way to start the day ---------- but this ? there's nothing quite like this. it's so gentle that , at first , fizz stays asleep. he curls into ozzie's chest , cheek nuzzling into him , even as hands roam his body. it's not often that ozzie wakes up before him -- in fact , this was discussed before as a sort of treat for waking up first. you avoid the horn blaring &* get to have fizz however you'd like ! ( mutually beneficial ! ) not to mention getting access to fizz without his whole jester outfit on. completely exposed &* utterly himself , no hesitation in the way his body responds simply because he knows ozzie's touch no matter what. consent for these sorts of things has always been given excitedly.

it's not like his dream isn't about ozzie to begin with. when hands begin to wander in the waking world , fizz's mind is quick to catch up with dreams of ozzie touching him. ❛   mm ---- ticklish. ❜ sleep talking , a little half laugh escapes the imp as his frame curls away from the hands at his ribs. but then hands are going lower &* ---- a soft mewl of a moan leaves him. ❛ ozz ----   ❜ hips arch towards the hand around him , his body needing so very little to respond ; to harden in his grasp at the least bit of provocation. still , he doesn't stir awake. he just stretches his arms as his frame is moved about , laid onto his back there on their huge bed. his breathing shallows out , little sounds of need leaving him with each stroke.

he's such a deep sleeper ; it's nice to be able to sleep without a worry in the world. to feel comfortable enough. he enjoys his dream enough that ozzie is met with no resistance when he slides a slick digit into him. he earns a gasp &* an arched spine as fizz clenches around him , leaking onto his stomach as he whines. he's squirmy under him , fingers grasping at sheets &* pillows as his face pinches in pleasure. he shows no signs of waking until ozzie himself starts to press his length into him. his eyes roll back as lids flutter , jaw going slack with that familiar , toe curling groan of ozzie's name. one of his hands finds the side of ozzie's neck , claws scratching gently at him. he takes a second to orient , but when ozzie buries himself fully inside him , he finds his mind wide awake.

the stretch is always his favorite part. feeling ozzie so very deep -- free hand can't help but reach between them to run fingers over his own stomach , just to feel the bulge. ❛ fuck ----- good morning to you , too !   ❜ delighted laughter escapes the imp , but it's soon melting into needy whines &* whimpers as arms encircle his beloved. hips roll , taking the sin with a familiar ease &* eagerness.

he enjoys these days the best -- the lazy , passionate morning sex. all sex with ozzie is fantastic by nature , but this kind made him sure they were on the same page ------- the sappy , hopelessly in love with each other page. so when he hears ozzie rasp into his ear --- ❝ tell me you’re mine ❞ --- there's not even a beat of hesitation. ❛   ALL YOURS. every --- ah ! --- every bit. dreaming or awake. i'm yours. always. ❜ he pulls him in , eager to kiss -- to taste , to savor. he's a mess of noise &* writhing , his hips clenching &* squeezing as he rocks against him. he's as desperate to please as he is to enjoy. ❛   &* you're mine. every hellish inch of you. ❜ he smirks at that , unable to stop himself from playfulness even in the tender moment.

in response , he swears he can feel ozzie get bigger with the next thrust in. fizz cries out in pleasure , back arching as he digs his claws into ozzie's shoulders. ❛ fuck -- !   right there --- ❜ he's devolved into whines &* whimpers , frame so small compared to the sin above him. legs soon join arms around him , desperate for release &* to keep him close. his cock twitches &* aches between them , leaking out onto the jesters stomach further. ❛ so close --- so --- ahahah ... fuck !   ❜ he doesn't expect to feel ozzie's teeth in his neck , or ozzie's hand around his length. but ozzie knows his body ; knows it's all it will take to have him come undone in his hands. he constricts around ozzie in more than one way as he spills out into his hands , a cry leaving his lips that he's sure the angels could hear.

[skatermusic]

Rose

What was an overlord party without loud music-seriously, it was a wonder none of them had developed tinnitus over the millenia-food, catered by Bee, of course, booze, and Robo Fizzarollis recharging on chairs, some using their master's jackets as blankets?

Asmodeus shook his head and exhaled, sending out a puff of flame. He would never understand how Mammon had talked him into making the damn things. Though, he had to admit, he had done a fine job. The bots looked just as cute as their muse when he slept. He was so lost in his thoughts watching the bots recharge that he hadn't even noticed his best friend flying toward him.

"There's my favourite bitch! Been looking for you all night! Our song's next!" Bee exclaimed, hugging the Sin of Lust.

Asmodeus couldn't help but crack a smile, which then turned to giggles as she used two of her arms to drag him to the dance floor. It was physically impossible not to be happy around the Sin of Gluttony.

After a performance of Sweet Dreams, which Asmodeus was sure would go viral on Helltube by the time the party ended, the Sin went to the bar for a glass of champagne. As he enjoyed his drink, one of the Robo Fizz's stood out to him. She was a custom model wearing an elaborate red outfit tied with a maroon bow. What caught the Sin's attention, however, was the multitude of dents that littered her frame.

The Sin's heart broke for her. Cold clarity settled over Asmodeus as he inspected the charging doll. There was a high chance that those dents weren't from wear or tear, but abuse. He unplugged the poor bot, then carried her bridal style to his limo, without bothering with any goodbyes, or giving a fuck who this doll belonged to. They sure as shit weren't getting a refund or ever buying another bot again.

He texted Bee a brief explanation on the ride back to Lust. As soon as he arrived at his penthouse, he brought the doll to his workshop, where he charged her. Despite it being able to prove his suspicions about how she has been treated, Asmodeus didn't dare access the hidden camera in all Fizzarolli dolls to watch the footage. That was a breach of privacy akin to reading one's diary. He would wait for her to fully charge, then ask for consent.

An hour later, the doll powered on, and Asmodeus greeted her softly. "Welcome back, my dear. Your battery died."

The doll looked around the workshop, confused. What was she doing here? Daddy Valentino said her next check-up wasn't until after the extermination.

Asmodeus put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "Sweetheart, where did all these dents come from? What happened?"

The bot's eyes widened and filled with oil, which she quickly blinked away. Daddy Valentino always punished her for crying, and the thought of what someone above him could do frightened her.

"Awww, c'mere. Let it out." Asmodeus opened his arms.

The doll threw herself into the Sin's arms and began crying into his chest, staining his suit. "It's okay, girl. It's okay, Ozzie's here. You're safe now." Asmodeus comforted, holding the doll tightly enough to comfort her, but gently enough not to damage her any further. "I'm gonna fix all those dents, okay? You got a name, hon?" Unfortunately, he had to ask. Some of the demons who purchased these dolls couldn't even be fucked to give them names.

Through sobs, the bot told Asmodeus that her name was Kitty.

"I'm so sorry, Kitty. You didn't deserve to be treated that way. NO ONE does." Once she had calmed down slightly, Asmodeus gently repeated his question from earlier.

Kitty gave the Sin her wrist, silently giving him consent to watch her camera footage. The poor thing was crying too hard to communicate, and despite Asmodeus' effort, was inconsolable.

Asmodeus smiled, flattered that the doll trusted him so much, even though she hadn't even known him for a day. "Thank you, love. You don't have to watch this if you don't want to. Big Ozzie just needs to know why you're so upset, okay?" This gave Asmodeus the idea to make the security camera detachable. He kicked himself for not thinking of this earlier as the footage loaded. While he waited, he texted his husband Fizzarolli a wrench emoji. Moments after pressing send, the jester entered the workshop.

Asmodeus walked to the door. "Hey, babe." He kissed Fizzarolli. "The poor girl hasn't stopped crying since she fully charged. Can you help calm her down while I check her camera feed?"

"Anything for you, Bi-I mean Ozz." Fizzarolli corrected. He had temporarily forgotten that terms like Daddy could be triggering for dolls, and was thanking Satan that he had caught himself in time.

Fizzarolli climbed onto the table and hugged Kitty. Once the footage loaded, he covered her auditory sensors.

Asmodeus immediately recognized Kitty's owner-Excuse him-abuser, Overlord Valentino. Fizzarolli was enraged as well. He tightened his embrace.

The footage had told the Sin all he needed to know about how poor Kitty had been treated under Valentino's ownership, and it made his blood boil. Asmodeus watched as much as he could handle, then turned it off.

Thankfully, by this point, Kitty had finally stopped crying. Fizzarolli and Asmodeus wiped the oil off her face.

Fizzarolli gave Kitty one last squeeze, then left to find her something else to wear. Overlord Velvette was an amazing fashion designer-Asmodeus knew her work when he saw it-but he knew the doll wouldn't want to wear clothes associated with an abusive situation. Now that he thought about it as he fixed her dents, maybe Kitty's outfit wasn't the only thing that needed to change.

"Kitty? Do you like your name anymore?" He asked as he finished.

Kitty shook her head. This wouldn't do. Someone's name was the one sound they heard the most. Individuals born into this world weren't given a choice in the matter, but after the quite literal hell she had been through, Kitty deserved that much.

But, it appeared the doll had already decided. He noticed her transfixed on the preserved rose Fizzarolli had bought him as a wedding gift.

"Petal?" Asmodeus guessed.

The doll shook her head.

He tried again. "Rouge?"

Another head shake.

"Rose?" Fizzarolli guessed, returning with the clothes.

Rose clapped happily, making the Sin of Lust giggle.

Fizzarolli showed Rose the outfits, which he was planning on donating, anyway. A black dress with roses and a pink off shoulder romper with daisies on it, among others. There was a mix between masculine and feminine outfits, just in case.

"If you don't like any of these, we can take you shopping, okay? I won't be mad." Fizzarolli reassured.

"Uh, babe? I think she likes the dress."

"This one?" Fizzarolli asked, holding up the black dress. Rose nodded. "Yep, that checks. It does have roses on it. Here, all yours."

"Thank you!" Don't get Rose wrong. She loved Fizzarolli and Asmodeus so much, but Daddy Valentino told her she was just a doll. She didn't deserve any of this. Fizzarolli gently cupped her face in his hands.

"Hey, I know it won't be easy, but try to forget whatever that fuckface told you, okay?"

Rose nodded.

Asmodeus decided to quiz her. "Who deserves to be treated with respect?"

"Fizzie does." Rose responded.

"And.....?" Asmodeus prompted.

She pointed to......."Ozzie!"

"Who else, hon?"

She didn't see anyone else in the room, so with hesitation in her voice, she guessed, "R-Rosie?"

"Damn right, you do!" Asmodeus praised.

Rose wrapped Fizzarolli and Asmodeus into a group hug and thanked them profusely.

Asmodeus laughed. "You're more than welcome, sweetheart. What do you say we change out of those clothes?"

Asmodeus had a thought as he zipped Rosie into the dress. Demons who mistreated their Robo-Fizzarolli were barred from ever buying another again, but Asmodeus felt that would be a slap on the wrist for Valentino.

"Rosie? Big Ozzie needs to make a phone call. You gonna be okay, sugar?"

Rose nodded.

"Alright, hon. If you need anything while I'm gone, let me or Fizzie know."

"Don't worry, babe, I'll put a movie on."

While Fizzarolli escorted her to their personal cinema, Asmodeus left his workshop and dialed a number.

On the third ring, a response and a familiar voice: "Immediate Murder Professionals, kids die for free."

Asmodeus gave a shit eating grin. "Blitz, it's Ozz. I need a fucker dead."

The dress in question:

[onehelluvacircus]

Name: Sugarbee

Nickname(s): Robo Fizz, Sugar, busy bee, little bee

Gender: Trigender

Pronouns: She/her, he/him, and they/them

Species: Robotic jester (technically hellborn)

Orientation: Panromantic pansexual

Height: 4'5"

Appearance: Sugarbee is a customized Robo Fizz, and this is reflected in her design. She has yellow eyes and sharp white teeth with pinkish-white skin. She also possesses long lashes. Her arms are yellow like her eyes and she sports a pair of long white fingerless gloves. Her primary outfit is red in color. Like all other Robo Fizzes, she sports a twin-tailed jester hat with one half of which is dark red (#9c1b16) and the other half being a lighter red (#dd2719). There's a tiny white apple symbol on the front of her hat. The bells on the end of her hat are also shaped like apples, and are also white. She will wear either a red tuxedo or red dress with golden trim when attending important guests or at Lucifer's side for equally important meetings. Otherwise, Sugarbee prefers to wear comfy oversized sweaters in various shades of green, yellow, and red paired with sweatpants or yoga pants.

Personality: Sugarbee is hardworking and very attentive to not only Lucifer's physical and emotional needs, but the rest of the Morningstars as well even though she's Lucifer's sole property on paper. She's earned the teasing nickname of "busy little bee," from some of the other staff members as she's always so quick and eager to get things done. Sugarbee's rarely ever seen without a smile on her face, though there are times when she becomes overwhelmed and needs a while to herself. She's undoubtedly an extrovert when it comes to interaction, never without a cheerful greeting even if she might not be feeling her best. She does have a fondness for accessories, especially brooches and bracelets, and it's unusual to see her without at least one. Her favorite is a small red enamel apple brooch with a single green leaf attached to the stem. Her hobbies include playing video games, reading whodunit mysteries, and solving riddles.

(Note: Sugarbee is an AU version of Kitty who works instead for the Morningstar family. Credit for the edited image goes to my friends Sammi and Azari!)