#might go cry some more about ozzie

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

I can’t believe it ended there. 

[effy-writes]

Fizzarolli x Reader x Asmodeus HC

• You always tend to wear Fizz's clothes. You'll say your clothes are in the wash but both Ozzie and Fizz know that that's an excuse to wear his clothes. Sometimes you would steal his pj's to wear around the house and in bed. Fizz would look for them every night before finally realizing that you're wearing them. The first time he caught you wearing his pj's you were already in the bed sleeping beside of Ozzie. Ozzie would laugh to himself seeing Fizz scavange around the room looking for them until Ozzie finally pointed to you sleeping nice and cozy in Fizz's pj's.

• Ozzie LOVES washing your hair. Every time you tell him that you're gonna take a shower/bath he's always rushing in to wash your hair. He finds it so sensual to message your scalp using warm water, pouring on your favorite scent onto your hair and lather it. It's super relaxing to you, feeling his big hands work slowly around your head to get your hair clean. When it's time to wash the shampoo and conditioner out he'll put one hand over your eyes and the other hand on the shower handle to get the soap out of your hair.

• Because Fizz doesn't have any feeling on his arms and legs (obvi), you use your tail to hold his tail whenever you guys are walking (as well as holding his hand). You know he loves physical touch and wants to let everyone know that you're in a relationship with him, so holding his tail with yours is a win-win. He can feel your touch, at the same time hold your hand. He also loves using his face and tail to touch your body. Rubs his cheek on yours (face cheek, jesus), rubs his tail along your torso, arms, legs, genitals, everywhere because he wants to feel you.

• After having a long day out or getting sick you love to crawl on Ozzie's lap and sleep. Ozzie finds it cute to watch you climb onto his lap and get comfy like a cat (he also calls you kitty as a nickname). He loves to watch you sleep, not in a creepy way, but he knows that you're safe and comfortable whenever you're sleeping on or next to him, he makes him happy and so he can't help to watch you sleep.

• When it's time for bed you're always in the middle of the double king size bed. Fizz and Ozzie (especially Ozzie) feel like it's their job to protect you, so they want you in the middle. You don't mind it though. Sometimes Ozzie is the big spoon and you're holding Fizz (and vice versa) Other times both you and fizz are laying on top of Ozzie.

• Fizz is so good at massages because of his mechanical arms. He loves giving them to you without even asking because he knows it makes you happy (and he gets happy when you're happy). He'll give you a full body massage from your shoulders allll the way down to your feet. He'll ask if you want him to massage your ass muscles, and 99% of the time you'll say yes.

• For some reason you are always getting hurt. Whether it's falling down from a dance pole, scraping your knees from tripping on your shoes, Ozzie is always the one to bandage you up. He'll be worried about you, but then scold you on how to be more careful next time. He always says pole dancing is hard and that you have to be patient with it but you didn't listen. So he is always begging you to slow down on it so you won't get hurt again.

• Fizz loves kissing your cheek and your hands. He'll greet you with hand kisses and says goodbye with cheek kisses. Ozzie however, loves kissing the top of your head. He's much taller so the closest thing he can kiss quickly is the top of your head. Other than that, he's like Fizz, kissing your hand and sometimes your neck.

•Lastly, the two of them absolutely HATES to see you cry. Especially Ozzie, he will literally go haywire and might kill someone. So whenever you need some sort of comfort you go to Fizz. He'll hold you, rock you, and let you cry it out to him while he comforts you. He lets you know how much you're worthy and how much he and Ozzie loves you. If Ozzie catches you crying he will first beg you to tell him who hurt you, but then soon enough does the same thing what Fizz does, but he's still more on the "i'm gonna fuck somebody up"

[xfangheartx]

Fizz and Ozzie adopt Oliver headcanons

I'm sure a lot of us have had thoughts of Fizz and Ozzie adopting this cutie patootie:

Well, here are my headcanons on what happened when Fizz and Ozzie adopted little Ollie!

It happened about more than a week after Fizz quit being Mammon's brand boy.

Fizz just fell in love with Oliver since the moment he met him at the clown pageant and he hadn't gotten him out of his mind since.

In fact, not knowing what happened to Oliver or whether he was safe made Fizz restless and worried for days, which Ozzie noticed.

After a while, Fizz asks Ozzie if they can do some digging around, and they eventually find out that Oliver is an orphan. His parents gave him away because they didn't want to deal with having a deaf child.

Thankfully, his caretaker is very nice.

Fizz gets everything prepared for having a child in the house. He makes a separate room for Ollie, buys him all kinds of toys, and even helps Ozzie learn sign language.

They also try to hide all the sexy stuff. Even if it's Hell, Ollie is still a little kid and they don't want to expose him to that until he's at least 13.

Ozzie is actually a bit nervous about having a child. He may have looked after Charlie when she was little, but he still thinks that he might not be ready for one. He ends up going to Lucifer and Stolas for advice since they're both fathers.

They say that parenting is a lot of work, no matter how old your children are, but in the end, it's worth it, and Ozzie takes this to heart.

Eventually, they arrive at the orphanage where Oliver lives in Greed. The other kids get along with him pretty well, too. Some of the children even talk to him in sign language so that he feels included.

When Fizz walks up to Oliver, he's surprised, but he's also very happy. When he asks him what he's doing at the orphanage, Fizz signs to him that he and Ozzie are going to be his new dads and are taking him home with them.

Oliver is so surprised and happy, that he just starts crying, but Fizz hugs him tightly, and so does Ozzie.

After the paperwork is all signed, Oliver is officially adopted.

He loves his new home and his new dads, who spoil him rotten (Fizz more so than Ozzie).

Verosika even comes to babysit, once in a while. She's surprisingly good with children!

Also, Ozzie made Oliver some cochlear implants so that he could hear a bit better, but he and Fizz told him that he could still use sign language.

Fizz teaches Oliver some circus tricks in their downtime, knowing that his newly adopted son still wants to be a clown.

However, he warns him not to sign up with Mammon. He will NOT make the same mistake twice.

[one-piece-aus]

Hii I hope your day is going well ! I was looking through your masterlist and saw your music hcs from a few years ago for the straw hats and I don't think you did the followup for supernova trio? I was wondering if i could request that myself or even music hcs for all supernovas if possible? Thank you :)

Ahoy! I sorta haven't been getting around to it like many of my other hcs and requests, but I am in the mood to do music related stuff! Also I've broaden my music tastes a lot since last time so I might need to update the Strawhats' later, but for now we're here for-

Music Genres/Artists the Supernovas Listen to (Headcanons)

Law

If your first thought is that he listens to the most edgiest emo music there is, you're absolutely right!/hj

Okay, but being real here, he's gonna be picky about the edgy music, I'd say it leans more to moody rather than depressed

Songs like that would be Something in the Way and Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana, Paint it Black by Rolling Stones, Natural, Bones and (maybe) Enemy by Imagine Dragons, Heathens and Stresssd Out by Twenty One Pilots, Losing My Religion by R.E.M. , Crying Lightning by Artic Monkeys, Duvet by Bòa

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley was 1000% played a repeat nurmous times

Can be found at 1 am - 3 am listening and sometimes singing Wake Me Up Inside/hj

Oblivion by Dirty Palm on the other hand is played here and there but he's not too much a fan of bass songs unless he is at the club drunk and dancing all that stress & trauma off (love that one rave Law fanart )

Viva La Vida by Coldplay is a classic favorite for him

You know, he probably listens to Maneater by Daryl Hall because Dr. Heart Stealer gives those vibes

Enjoys the SIAMÉS album Bounce Into The Music but would also find comfort in their album Home

His go to genres would be soft rock or alternative rock but isn't opposed when it comes to certain pop songs like Don't You Worry Child (catch him at the right time and he will get emotional over that song)

Enjoys the older stuff & independent artists (I remember reading Law is German so many he'd like German music?)

Artists he listens to: Nirvana, Coldplay, Three Doors Down, Franz Ferinard, Artic Monkeys, The Score, Imagine Dragons, and Fall Out Boy

Kid

Metal Music

Was that not obvious?

Loves the classics

Metallica, Guns & Roses, Thrasher, Black Sabbath, Rob Zombie, Three Days Grace, Smashing Pumpkins

He enjoys rock

The Offspring, Foo Fighters, Skid Row, Rolling Stones, Finger Eleven, Ozzy Osborne, AC/DC

He enjoys some new bands like Yungbund, Blacklite District, and Goku Luck

I know there's pirate metal but he gives more viking metal vibes (does listen to both)

You know he's jamming out to the second Death Note opening & Kaiju No. 8's opening

Traitor by Daughtry and Unstable by Chaotica

He might like phonk

Says rap is crap (who's gonna tell him Goku Luck is hiphop)

Allergic to Country/serious

Is the kind of Metalhead that says Nu Metal is not Metal

Psst, can I let you in on a little secret? He secretly listens to Lady Gaga, don't tell anyone or he'll kill you

Killer

Listens to most of the stuff Kid does but also has his own tastes

Nickel Back, Coldplay, Valley of Wolves, Unsecret, Skillet, One OK Rock, Meatloaf, Opal in Sky, Okamoto, The Cranberries, and Man With a Mission

Killer is more familiar with sea shanties than Kid

He enjoys listening to Uta (Ado), his favorite song of hers would be Gira Gira because he does relate to the lyrics (he really wanted to go to her concert but the crew probably got caught up doing business on another island and missed it)

Secretly would go to a 90s pop rave, waving glowsticks as artists like 2 Unlimited blast through the speakers/silly

Is the kind of Metalhead that says Nu Metal is Metal (not in front of Kid though)

Also allergic to country/serious

Hawkins

Dark Academia and Goth Ambience

He enjoys the somber pianos, it's peaceful and helps him study

Organ pianos are pleasing to him as well, if played right

He might be able to play piano but the violin (which is another instrument he enjoys listening to) is tricky to find the rhythm he prefers

Does love classic violin yet finds the epic violin music videos on YouTube to be appealing

And if he’s not listening to that, meditation/ambiance music is playing

Unironically listens to background music from video games such as Minecraft or Genshin Impact

Moonlit Night from the Death Parade OST is one of his favorites

If you can't tell, he enjoys soothing instrumentals

Is a big fan of Tchaikovsky

Enjoys music from 90s Disney (Cinderella especially)

Absolutely listens to Phantom of the Opera! Look at this man! You can't tell me he doesn't!

Probably enjoys French love songs

Apoo

DJ Apoo is in the house and you know he's all about the funky music!

80s, 90s, 00s, 10s, and even 20s, he loves all the rave & bass boost songs

Eurodancer, Daft Punk, 2 Unlimited, it's all a bop

Hip-hop & Rap are his jam (his taste for that would not be mine so you may list them here)

Apoo is pretty organized with his playlists, being a DJ and all, has most of them separated by genre

He thinks listening to music from Anime, Movies, and Video Games is stupid (*hands you your baseball bat*)

Drake

His ass is boring

He listens to whatever is playing on the radio

Not much of a music guy so he doesn't have any custom playlists

He might be fond of a few songs that come on the radio

Music to Drake is mainly just background noise when driving

While he doesn't mind someone playing their music, he prefers if he can understand the lyrics

Drake will easily get flustered if he hears spicy songs being played, especially if someone else is there, if he’s alone he’s instantly changes the station

Bonney

Popstars by KDA

I think her taste leans to rebellious as in "Fuck you, I do what I want"

So her taste can go from Don't Threaten Me With a Good Time by Panic At The Disco, to Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Artists she listens to on the regular would be The Offspring, Panic At The Disco, BTS(?), P!nk, Fallout Boy, Cozmez, Fake Type, UNSECRET, and Eminem

Maybe a few Kelly Clarkson songs like Stronger and Since You've Been Gone

She does not like others putting on music, you can expect her to make a fuss if you try putting on something

Auxcord hog

Bege

The Godfather OST/hj

But for real he does like Italian instrumentals

Has a taste for soft love ballets

A few French and Spanish songs are appealing to him

He doesn't like pop, hip hop, rock, metal, or rap, and doesn't understand why the youth enjoy it so much

Except for 80s J-pop, he can see the appeal for songs such as Airport Lady by Toshiki Kadomatsu or Telephone Number by Junko Ohashi

And soft rock, specially the love songs like Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel or Can't Help Falling in Love With You by Elves (he just loves his wife, guys)

Urouge

So basing this off one of his hobbies Oda has confirmed

He loves seductive music, whether it’s playing in the background or he looking for something to listen to

Most played songs is Careless Whispers

Jazz and spicy pop are his top genres

Prime examples are: Mirrors by Natalia Kills, Sway by Michael Bublé, Pause by Pitbull, One More Night by Maroon 5, Stalker's Tango by Autoheart Lent

I could make playlists for them if y'all want but for now, do what you will with these headcanons, make your own playlists ✨️

[mousy-nona]

I feel like a fic potentially focusing on Lucifer’s depression would be really interesting! That is, like.. Alastor can’t let the hotel be seen with a king (who’s a sniffling whiny bitch). Its sadly more beneficial to have him revered in this particular instance, so he’s determined to “fix” it? Idk how in character that prompt is, but I figured sending it to you wouldn’t hurt!!

TW: heavy stuff halfway through -- depression; angst.

There were some days Lucifer couldn’t get out of bed.

There was nothing particularly wrong with him. Which made it all the more embarrassing, which made it harder to explain, which made it easier to stay in bed and hide from the world, and so on and so forth…

Get up, the Stern Lucifer in his head said, sternly. You have the Assembly today. What’ll the Sins think if you don’t show up?

“Don’ wanna,” he groaned and tossed the covers over his head. The darkness was soothing. He let his eyes slip closed. Just one more minute…

“People are beginning to talk.” 

He bolted upright, his eyes growing so wide he was worried they might actually pop out of his skull.

“Alastor? What the Hell are you doing on my bed?”

Because he was. On the far edge. Sitting with his legs crossed. As casually as if this was the kind of thing regular people did every day: break into the King of Hell’s room and sit on his bed.

(Not that Lucifer hadn’t thought about the demon in his bed before, but usually it was in the damn thing and with a lot less clothes and what the actual Hell was he thinking right now?) 

“People are beginning to talk.”

“You’ve said that already.”

“Yes. Because I don’t think you heard me the first time.” Alastor eyed him, clearly unimpressed by what he saw. It had the odd effect of making Lucifer want to punch the demon in the nose and pull the covers over his head at the same time. “If you don’t get up in the next five minutes, you’ll be late for the meeting.”

“Oh, who cares?” Lucifer sighed, rubbing his tired eyes. “It doesn’t matter whether I’m there or not. They’ll squabble and Ozzie will flirt and Beezlebub will try to get everyone drunk and Mammon will drive everyone up the wall with new pyramid schemes.” 

Alastor tilted his head almost a full 45 degrees. It was disconcerting, to say the least. Was the man half-owl? A mean gleam shimmered just below the surface, turning his eyes into bloody rubies. “If you hate ruling so much, why not just give up the crown? Let someone better take it.”

“Oh?” Lucifer snorted. “Sounds like you have someone in mind.” 

Alastor sighed, as melodramatic as a soap opera. “Alas, I would – but I doubt the six Sins would listen to lil’ ol’ me.” His accent slipped from transatlantic to all New Orleans, and Lucifer found himself hanging on every word. Southern suited the demon, was just as much Alastor as the color red and his old fashioned suits.

He shook himself out of it, snorting. “Please. Try the humble pie act somewhere else. You’ve never thought of yourself as little even once in your life.” 

“Caught in the act!” The demon sang.

There was a long moment of silence as Lucifer hugged his blankets to himself and Alastor hummed some blues under his breath.

“How do you do it?” Lucifer said suddenly, and blushed, ducking his head back into his knees.

“Do what?” 

If Alastor had looked even the tiniest bit mocking, or teasing, or annoyed, Lucifer would have dove into his blankets and that would have been that. No meeting, no big Assembly, the entirety of Hell could go to…well, Hell, for all he cared. 

But Alastor seemed honestly curious. Not soft, never that, but he was looking at Lucifer as if he actually cared what he had to say. 

“How do you keep going every day?” 

With anyone else, he would have apologized immediately for worrying them. Charlie would have started crying and immediately urging him to go see someone about his problem. Lilith would have listened, but a part of her would have been writing up her list of to-dos for the day. And anyone else – well. 

He didn’t have anyone else. 

That was part of the problem though, wasn’t it? 

But because Alastor was a cold, callous bastard, he didn’t have to apologize. He could just be honest. Already he was starting to feel some of the weight fall off his shoulders, as if carrying the words around had been half the battle. 

Alastor tapped his cane on the ground. “Because I have half a doe in the fridge, plans with Rosie next Tuesday, and in a few months I fully intend to rule Hell.”

The last one caught Lucifer completely by surprise. He half-snorted, half-coughed into the crook of his arm. “Excuse me?” He squeaked. “Should I be alarmed?” 

“Absolutely not, my dear.” When Alastor grinned, there was something remarkably predator about it. “Didn’t you hear me say the Sins would never listen to me? I couldn't do it alone.”

“But then how do you intend…” Lucifer stopped, and his cheeks turned an absolutely brilliant shade of scarlet. “You– you– you don’t mean?”

“Ah, there we go,” Alastor said. “Took you long enough. It’s a good thing you’ve got a pretty face, hmm?”

“I’m married!” 

Alastor leaned forward. For one brief second Lucifer thought he was going to kiss him – but instead, he pat him on the head, as if he was an overgrown toddler. “My dear…one wedding ring does not a marriage make.”

Lucifer scrambled out of bed and tumbled to the floor in his hurry to get away from the complete and utter madman. 

“Ah, good! You’re up!” Alastor snapped to attention, bustling about as he got Lucifer’s outfit prepared for the day with the grace and ease of a seasoned valet. 

Lucifer took the proffered outfit, gaping up at the demon looming above him like – a nightmare? A dream? You could never tell which was which when it came to the Radio Demon. “Were you trying to get me out of bed this entire time?” 

“Wasn’t it obvious?”

“No!” He spluttered, his cheeks once against stained wine-red. “So all that stuff about – wanting to rule Hell was…?” He would absolutely explode if he had to complete the sentence.

“Perhaps if you get up in the next–” Alastor checked his bare wrist, no watch in sight. “Two minutes, I’ll let you know.” 

The man is absolutely bonkers, Lucifer thought, but he did pick himself up off the ground and start getting ready. For some reason, it wasn’t nearly as hard as it had been earlier this morning – not when Alastor was there to confuse, entice, confuse, ridicule him. 

Alastor walked jauntily towards the door, but paused with his hand on the knob. 

“One step at a time,” he said suddenly. 

“Excuse me?” 

Alastor graced him with his patented I have been saddled with an idiot look. “You asked me how I keep going. I take it one step at a time.” 

Then he was gone. Lucifer stared at the outfit he’d left for him -- it was his favorite suit, with gold accents and ruby highlights. When had Alastor bothered to notice?

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

One step at a time, huh? He could do that.

[helluvaartcritique]

Talking specifically about the "clown competition" in the mammon episode.

It might have been better to remove or change the clown theme since all three competitors (fizz, glam and glitz) read more as jester rather than clowns (with fizz actually being called as one by other people). Plus it makes even more sense that a mammon, who is themed more "jester" than "clown", hosts a jester competition rather than a clown one.

I think a jester competition would have been so much more interesting as instead of doing some stereotypical clown things, they couldve spent the entire time doing far more interesting things.

A jester is meant to make fun of people, have them use the audience as a prop in their comedy. Have them pick apart every insecurity from random audiences until they run away crying as the rest of the audience laughs the entire time. It would help showcase how horrible this competition is for fizz and the people who become a part of it if thats what they wanted to go for.

This also opens up a convenient way to segway into the twins using fizz as their own prop and actually being the ones to pick apart everything hes insecure about rather than have him be the one to explain it himself in the bathroom with ozzy.

I think viv really needs to stick to a theme without half assing it. Cause it can actually make things interesting rather than have it be a mishmash of random things she found interesting.

That's actually a really good idea, and makes me wish you were writing the show. Or at least have Vivziepop do her research.

Like you said, there's a difference, and it makes more sense to scrap the clown stuff entirely.

But Vivziepop has a habit of using things without doing the proper research, so it's unfortunate.

[gilverrwrites]

Hii! It's Sugar Daddy (Arkham) Oz anon again! I promise that after this one I will leave you alone 😭 It's nothing overcomplicated, just reader looking for aftercare and Oz realising in that moment that she genuenly loves him. Something nice and sweet (well, as sweet as it gets with Arkham Oz lol). Reader's personality is the same from my previous request! You can skip the NSFW part if you want since I'm more interested on want comes afterwards, though if you wanna write anything about it I won't mind at all! Thank you again! <3

What You Want

Arkham!Penguin/Reader No Oz anon, please don't leave! Gotta have someone to thirst over Sugar Daddy Ozzie with!

1K Words CWs: No smut, but mentions of sex, Sugar Daddy/Baby dynamic exhibitionism, minipulative reader, mild angst. Petnames: Kitten, F!Reader 18+ MINORS DNI

He might be getting on in years, might be wearing an extra few pounds, but nobody could accuse him of not being able to keep up with the youngins’. He’d put you through the wringer, that was for sure.

A self-satisfied smile spreads across his face as he looks at you now, half his age at most, strewn out across the bed, still panting, and shaking, swollen and bruised in the places he’d stretched and squeezed at, bending you in ways you didn’t know could be bent. You stare back at him through lids you can barely keep open. Eyes that drive him crazy. Eyes that would make him hard all over again if he still had it in him.

He’s about to crack wise, say something about ‘you askin’ for more? Don’t think you’ve got it in ya girl’ when there’s a knock on the door. Neither of you reach for the comforter, you know too well how Oz likes to show you off, especially when he’s made a mess of you.

A moment later Candy pokes her head through the door, she does well to keep a straight face, despite her wondering eyes. She’d been in your place not too long ago, but she didn’t have your spunk. Didn’t know when to push and pull, when to bat her lashes at just the right time to wrap him around her finger. There wasn’t a soul in this city who could make an honest man out of him, but so far, you’d come closest.

“Phone call for ya boss. Says it’s important.” She declares, casually tossing the phone to him when he gestures for it and making her exit. It was one of the boys, muttering on about a planned shipment coming in, and a Robin being spotted in the area. He’d be fuming, irate that not one of the people he paid knew how to do their damn job, if your bloody eyes weren’t on him, now fully awake, all big and admiring. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you want him for more than just his money.

“Alright, alright, bunch of morons. Keep your knickers straight, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

At that you pout, pushing your bottom lip out. “Awh, why the sour face, kitten?”

“I just thought you’d stay longer.” You continue to skulk, batting those long lashes as you crawl closer to him.

“Go have a bath or somethin’, I’ll be back later.” He informs you, shuffling off the bed and heading for his clothes before you can start peppering him with those sweet, ever-so-tempting kisses that are sure to keep him where he is, basking into the limelight of your affections like some love-sick schoolboy. “Go hang out with the girls, I’ll give ya some cash to get food with.”

“I don’t want to hang out with the girls.” You speak so eloquently, yet so belligerently, kneeling up on the bed, showing off all the good. “And I don’t want food, I don’t want any of that. I want you, Oswald. I want you to stay here with me.”

Oswald? You never called him Oswald. It was Oz to your friends, Mr Penguin to his boys, Ozzie when you wanted something, and Daddy when you got it, but never Oswald. Oswald was reserved for the serious stuff. You hadn’t called him Oswald since the night you’d called him sobbing down the phone about a nightmare you’d had. Why you’d called him for comfort was a mystery, but he’d done his best to soothe your crying, talking with you until you’d fallen asleep with the line still open.

“Why?” He can’t help the confused tone that slips out. He’s done the bit he spoils you for putting up with, you should be relieved he’s giving you an early out. Instead, the moment his fingers touch your cheek to try and calm you, you lock your fingers around his wrist. Gently, trying to pull him closer, ghosting his skin with paper-soft kisses until your face sits comfortably in the palm of his hand.

“Because that was a lot, Ozzie, and it always feels better when you stick around after… Because I love you.”

The words hang in the air, thick as cigar smoke. They weren’t unheard of between the two of you, but he’d never taken it seriously before, you’d just said it to sweeten the pot.

“Please Ozzie, I’ll love you forever.” “Thank you, Daddy, mwah, love you!”

But something about the way you said it, the way you’re looking at him has him thinking differently. You’ve already bared everything for him, but there’s something off about your demeanour, something vulnerable, something that has him believing it this time.

“I…” He sucks his teeth, thinks about his next words carefully. He wants to placate you, please you, love you, but he can’t come off as weak. Theres a distinct difference between loving someone for the things they can do for you, and simply loving someone. “I can probably stay a bit longer, the boys all be alright. How about we take that bath together, aye? Would that keep ya happy?”

You’re disappointed. You try to hide it, but he sees it faster than you can mask it. The pull of your lips, the droop of your lids before it’s replaced with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“That would be great, Daddy.” Your hand thread through his body hair, twisting and curling it between your fingers. Your mouth is soft and inviting, as you plant gentle kisses to his upper body, conveying your gratitude. “You’re the best.”

He’s just starting to melt under the near-intoxicating touch when it’s gone again. You’re holding his hand, leading him to the ensuite. He watches you closely, wondering how much longer you’ll love him without the returns you’re hoping for. How many shoes, bags, and shiny trinkets he’ll have to invest in to prolong your affections, or if, per usual, you’ll find a way to get what you want.

[irondad-defensesquad]

(Sorta based on this idea)

“Heavy boots of lead, fills his victims full of dread,” Peter sings with emotion. “Running as fast as they can, Iron Man lives agaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHH MR. STARK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!!” His voice rises quite a few octaves.

Tony snorts rather loudly.

“No, keep going, I want to hear you do the guitar again,” he jokes.

“Have you been watching me this whole time?!”

“Shouldn’t your Peter Tingle detect me?”

Peter glares at him but decides not to comment.

“Just– forget it, Mr. Stark,” he groans, deciding to return to his homework.

“Aw, come on.”

“I’m procrastinating anyway,” Peter mumbles.

Tony just smiles at him. He already knew Peter would be in the workshop, but he wasn’t expecting to hear his mentee singing Tony’s favorite song. And knowing how to sing all the lyrics.

“You need any help, Ozzy?” He asks.

“No, Mr. Stark.”

“Alright. Call me if you need.”

Tony works on his own things and in the meantime… he realizes his other favorite songs and bands are playing. Back in Black, for starters. The one song Peter loves annoying him about – calling it a Led Zeppelin song, for crying out loud. Iron Maiden might play, too.

But there are some that aren’t part of Tony’s playlist. Some are actually more recent, such as Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, and Audioslave. Bands he doesn’t listen to as often, but they’re great ones.

“Wow, this playlist rocks,” Tony compliments. “Is it yours, Pete?”

Peter might tense at the question. “Uh… no, no. It’s just… playing on shuffle.”

Tony raises an eyebrow.

“... F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Wait–”

“The playlist is called ‘Iron Man vibes, three fire emojis’, created by Peter Parker.”

“I hate BOTH of you,” Peter whines.

“Ow, don’t say that to FRI. She’s sensitive.”

“It’s just a really dumb playlist I made when I was– a teenager.”

“Peter, you are a teenager.”

“It’s stupid, okay? I didn’t want you to know.”

Tony might soften the teasing for now.

“Ah, gee, kid. It’s not stupid. You made it.”

“Come on, of course it is–”

“It’s sweet and thoughtful of you.”

Peter’s glare stops resisting for too long. His blush is no longer out of embarrassment.

“Seriously, Pete, thanks.”

“... you’re welcome?”

“Will you send me the link?”

Peter considers and sighs. “Okay.”

He grabs his phone and does it rather quickly, not saying anything else.

“Thanks. I’m going to listen to it all the time from now on,” Tony promises.

Peter rolls his eyes affectionately.

They return to the comfortable silence and Peter’s playlist.

Until, suddenly…

“... Mr. Stark, please don’t tell me F.R.I.D.A.Y recorded my- my thing earlier.”

Tony smirks but doesn’t respond.

“Mr. Stark.”

“Don’t worry, kid, I’m not gonna post it online.”

Peter inhales.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, delete that footage right now!!”

“I’m afraid the video has already been sent to Boss’ personal files.”

“MR. STARK!!!!!” Peter yells, wanting to kill Tony, who only laughs at his demise.

[viktheviking1]

The rain poured out of the sky as the windshield wipers beat against the tune coming from the radio. The announcer had called the song “Bye Bye Blackbird” and it sounded like it was coming right from a phonograph, rather than the state of the art audio system that was in the limo. Fizz sighed as he stared out the window at the bright lights and apartment buildings. “ . . . We’ve arrived at the penthouse. Aren’t you going in?” One of the hellhounds said from the front. They had been parked outside for a minute and Fizz had made no signs of leaving.

He sighed again, “Yeah . . . I am.”

The elevator rose higher and higher, and Fizz couldn’t help feeling nervous. More than anything, he wanted to see Ozzie; just cuddle him in their big bed together and forget this night ever happened, but he knew there were questions he’d need to answer first . . . and Oz might tell him to go sleep somewhere else, after. Maybe permanently . . .

Ozzie turned around to see the glass elevator arrive, Fizzarolli inside, looking down, “Fizzy! You’re back! What took you so long, babe? Why did you stop answering my texts? Are you hurt anywhere?” Fizz let him inspect his arms, legs and body. Ever since the incident, he’d gotten even more overprotective of him.

“Hi, Asmodeus . . . I’m fine.” Fizz said, looking away from him.

“Oh, sh*t. Something serious happen?” Oz turned his chin to look him in the eyes.

Fizz couldn’t help it, he started crying, “I-I f**ked up, Ozzy. . . I f**ked up bad. Please don’t hate me.”

Well, that was concerning, but he was home safe and whatever it was, he clearly already regretted it. Asmodeus sighed, and scooped him up into his arms, a relieved and empathetic look on his face, “I could never hate you, Fizzy frog, come here. It’s late and we should both get some sleep.”

Once in their room with the door closed, Ozzy set Fizz down on the bed. He grabbed some tissues, and knelt on the floor, and holding Fizz’s face, dabbed the tears and snot off. Fizz leaned into the giant blue hand, and kissed it, looking up at Oz shyly.

“I need to tell you what happened. And it’s okay if you want to kick me out after. I-I’d understand.” Fizz sniffled.

“D*mn girl, what has got you this upset?” Ozzy said, sitting on the bed next to him.

“You know h-how, when we started dating . . . we agreed this was an open relationship, mostly so you could keep up appearances of being the great ‘Lord of Lust’, big daddy to many, not just me, right?” Fizz started.

“. . . Uh-huh.” Ozzy did not like where this was going.

“And I told you that I never expected you to have romantic feelings for me, like at all, let alone a monogamous relationship, so I was fine sharing you with however many people it took, as long as we were together.” He fidgeted with his hoodie.

“Uh-huh.” Oz tried his best to keep a neutral face.

“And I also said that while I appreciated the permission to go fooling around if I wanted, I didn’t really need it, because no one could satisfy me the way you could anyway, right. You remember that?” Fizz peaked up at Ozzy.

Asmodeus, trying to hold back tears, squeaked, “ . . . Uh-huh. . .”

“Ozzy . . . are you okay?” Fizz put a mechanical hand on his knee.

Oz burst into tears, “You’re leaving me aren’t you?!” He sobbed.

Fizz was taken aback, “What?! NO! F**k no! Never!”

“I sent you off on a date to get the press off our backs, and you met someone you can love publicly, and now you’re leaving me!!!” Oz put his face in his hands.

Fizz jumped up on his back, putting his arms around his shoulders, “Awe, Oz. You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve told you; I don’t mind keeping us a secret, really! It’s kind of hot, actually.” Fizz snickered.

Ozzy sniffled, and looked over at him, “Then . . . what happened? You saying you got dirty with someone?”

Fizz jumped off and landed in the middle of the bed, “No! Well, sort of. Just a makeout sesh! A really. . . really, erotic make out sesh. It was all so sudden! I didn’t know what to do!” He sighed, “Still, I should’ve talked to you about it first. You text me before getting frisky with other demons. At the very least, I should have done the same, if not more. . . I’m sorry.”

There was a pause, and then to his extreme surprise, Asmodeus giggled, “Are you . . . laughing?”

Ozzy laughed heartily, then took a breath to say, “This is the serious news you had to tell me?”

Fizz blushed a bit, confused, “Well, yeah, I mean- I kinda cheated on you. And even if the relationship is open, I didn’t communicate and-”

He was interrupted by Asmodeus laying down, and placing Fizz on his chest, “Well, yes. And maybe I should be mad, but honestly, I’m relieved that it wasn’t something worse. Plus, I thought you’d started seeing other people ages ago.”

Fizz sat up on his chest, “Wait, what?! What the f**k gave you that idea?”

Ozzy smiled, “When you said no one else could satisfy you, I just thought it was a line to get me into bed with you. Which did work, as I recall.”

“Yeah, I remember. That was the night we tried ********* ***** ***** **** for the first time.” Fizz smiled wistfully, “Those were good times . . .”

Ozzy chuckled, “Right, and I’ve seen you flirt with some of the succubi here, as well as the dancers and security at the club. . .”

“That was just for show! To throw people off our scent!” Fizz defended.

“Yes well, I figured you were getting nasty with them in your down time, both for press and for fun. We even winked at each other while you flirted around.” Ozzy shrugged.

Fizz groaned, “Because you and I were in on the secret! Not because I was about to f**k ‘em!”

“I never minded, Babe! I started doing the texting thing because it made me feel better to be totally open with you. I never wanted to make you feel like I was hiding things from you or that you were beneath me as an imp and a sin. I just did it to make sure that you knew we stood on equal ground. But I figured you not texting before you got down on someone else meant that you felt completely secure in my trust in you. It kind of made me happy actually.” Ozzy paused to giggle, “But now I know that you haven’t had s*x with anyone else? This whole time? And the first time you do anything dirty, you come home crying thinking I’ll dump you over it? It’s adorable!”

He squeezed Fizz in a hug as he started laughing again.

“Haha, right . . . So you aren’t mad? Even a little?” Fizz looked up at him.

Ozzy began taking off Fizz’s jester hat, and Fizz let him, “Not at all, babe. Though, I do feel kinda dumb for not confirming whether or not you were screwing anyone else. Could’ve saved us some trouble. I guess that’s why they say the thing about *sses and assuming.”

Fizz purred a little as Ozzy stroked his head, “It’s fine, and I’m sorry for not being more clear about my intentions from the start. I’m glad we could work this out.”

Ozzy grinned, taking Fizz off his chest so he could roll over on his stomach. He waved his legs in the air, and placed his chin in his hand, “Sooooo, who’s the lucky guy who you almost got lucky with~? Or lucky gal? Or otherwise lucky . . . hotshot?”

Fizz blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck, “Guy, and uh- Ahem. . . you remember that guy I used to hate for blowing me up? And then I told you about how he kind of saved my life, blew me up again, and saved my life again?”

“Blitzo?!” Ozzy was shook.

“Blitz, actually. And it's a long story." Fizz looked down, blushing.

"Oooo~ do tell." Asmodeus scooched a little closer.

Fizz snickered, "Okay, okay. So . . ."

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All relationships are different, be they monogamous or otherwise, and I am no expert on the subject. So don’t use this as a reference point for anyone else’s relationship. All I did was listen to a podcast, that was the extent of my research, so I do apologize if I misrepresented anyone in any way. Some people may not like them in the hierarchical polyamorous relationship that I’ve put them in. And that’s okay; you can disagree. This is the only time it came up in the story anyway, so I hope it doesn't deter you from reading it. Thanks <3

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[nottamoxxie]

Banana pudding the horse from outer space! (CG!Ozzie Little!Fizz)

Prompt 10:

Character A hasn't had much sleep for one reason or another, and because of this, they're a little cranky - even if they won't admit it. B has the monumental task of getting A to take a nap.

Request by: I might go butter

Fizz little age is about 7-8 in this.

💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜💙💜

"You need to get some sleep for tomorrow, baby." Ozzy says to his very much regressed imp after a show. Fizz doesn't regress a lot, only when he's so overwhelmed and can no longer control his headspace. He's worked super late every night this week, so Ozzie decided he would spend the night with him to make sure he actually got some sleep.

"But I don't want to sleep!" Fizz whines at his caregiver and lover. "I want to play!"

Asmodeus crosses his arms. "Fizzy, you've worked really hard this week, you need sleep. I know you didn't sleep at all yesterday. That's probably why you're regressed, kiddo."

"But I never get to play." Fizz says. "It's not fair!" He says.

Ozzie gives him a sympathetic look. "I know, you'll have time to play later, I promise. But you're cranky and need some sleep."

"I'm not cranky!" Fizzarolli shouts, crossing his arms and pouting.

Ozzie raises a brow. "No?"

"No. I'm not!" He says.

"Are you at least tired?" Ozzie tried.

"No!" Fizzy says, "I'm not."

Ozzie sighs, Fizz can be such a brat- in and out of headspace. "Baby..."

"Play with me! Pleaaaaaseeeeee!" He begs. "I'll be so good!"

"If I play with you for ten minutes, will you go to bed?" Asmodeus asks.

Fizz rolls his eyes. "Fine. But fifeen minutes!" He says.

"Deal." Ozzie compromises.

Fizz gets so excited, "Yay!" he brings out his favorite plastic horses. "You can play with this one, and I'll be the green one." He says.

Asmodeus smiles and takes the small red horse toy.

"I am banana pudding!" Fizz says. "I'm a magic horse from outer space!" He looks to Ozzie, gesturing him to talk for his horse too.

Asmodeus places the red horse down next to 'banana pudding' I am...uh red horse...from hell."

"Nice to meet you, red horse, want to go to outer space wif me?" Banana pudding asks.

Ozzie plays along: "I can't. I can't fly."

"Oh no! I guess I will fly you there myself." Banana pudding says, taking both horses and placing them on a dresser. "Here we are."

"Outer space is the dresser?" Asmodeus asks.

"Shh, it's pretend." Fizz whispers.

"Oh, of course." He clears his throat. "Wow, outer space is pretty."

"Sure is, there's nothing bad here. No water, no air, and no pirates." He says. "It's the best!"

"That's good, I always hated air." Red horse says.

"Me too!" Banana pudding says.

"We should just stay here forever." Red horse says.

"Yes! We'll fly through the stars!" Banana pudding says.

"And drink the Milky Way." Red horse says.

Fizzy chuckles. "Drink the Milky Way? Hahah. You're funny." He says.

"No I'm not. You're funny." Ozzie jokes.

"You!" Fizzy laughs again.

"Oh yeah?" Ozzie asks.

"Heheheh yeah." Fizz laughs insistently. "And Red horse is not a good horse name."

"You little devil." Ozzie snorts, he tickles Fizzy who starts laughing hysterically. "Hahahaha! S-thaph! I cahahahnt brehehef!"

Ozzie continues to tickle him. This ought to tire the little imp out, right? "Tell me red horse is a good name, or I'm just gonna have to keep tickling you." Ozzie jokes.

"No! It's not a good nahahame!" He laughs more.

"Guess I'll have to keep tickling you then. That's okay, I love your little giggles."

"Blitzo stop!" Fizz laughs. Then he stops laughing immediately at the realization of what he just called Asmodeus.

Ozzy stops too and looks at him, saddened. "Oh, baby..."

Tears start to escape from fizz.

"Oh, baby please. Don't cry. You'll rust again." Ozzie says, he pets fizzy's head. "It's okay."

"I'm really tired, daddy." Fizz says, wiping the tears off his face with his sleeves.

"I know. Let's get you to bed, sweetheart." Asmodeus says, gently.

Fizz holds his arms out and makes grabby hands to Oz.

Ozzy picks him up and holds him for a moment, before crawling into bed and snuggling up with him.

"Goodnight, bug." Asmodeus says.

"Night daddy."

"I love you."

"I know... I love you too."

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: The Odd Squad UK Trailer

Well, 8 days after my birthday really ain't bad for a belated gift. At this point I'll take what I can get.

Even if it means I have to crawl out of sleep to do it.

*deep sigh*

So you might be thinking, "Hold on, we got a new trailer?" And to that I say yes. Yes we did. PBS grew enough balls to actually give Odd Squad some love during a programming initiative that has absolutely nothing to do with it. And they put it on Vimeo, apparently, which puts all the audition videos that have been unearthed (for OSUK, OSMU, and Odd Squad) in an entirely new light.

But wah wah wah, you didn't come here to read my ding-dong ramblings. You came here to watch me be the biggest loser to ever lose at losing and dissect a 30-second trailer on a weekend. You know how movie trailers stuff all the important bits about a movie into 30 seconds? This is the telly equivalent.

Below the break, I'm going to shred this trailer to pieces, scream, cry, and of course, analyze. Come join me, if you dare.

So I'm going to reiterate a point I made in the Seren's Studies essay for the gadget competition video in regards to Ozzie, in that he's wearing an outfit that looks like it belongs to some kind of Flight department. (And yes, my headcanon about there being a boat that can travel in the sky shall remain strong in spite of this trailer. Whether it will be shot down like a cannonball through a boat that can travel in the sky remains to be seen.)

But anyway. We have him carrying a box (transferring departments?), what looks to be some kind of agent in the back (Security?), and what looks to me like an old Nissan logo against a map (of the UK? yes, of the UK, duh). Off to a hell of a start here.

The trailer doesn't give us the name of this girl -- which is odd, considering she's one of the protagonists -- but just as a refresher: this is Orli, who is from the Canadian side of the Niagara Falls (because of course) and transfers to the UK precinct in order to help with rising oddness rates. My guess is that, while Ozzie transfers from departments, Orli will transfer from precincts. Essentially, she's there to help Americans like myself (and also children, and also parents) understand British terms and culture. Which is fine, because otherwise kids would understand jack about how the United Kingdom does things beyond what's represented in media.

And we have a look at our first villainess! This is The Trifler, named after a British dessert and armed with the power to turn things into...well yeah, trifles. If you've been keeping up with the news, then you're probably aware that a BTS photo of her was found last year when OSUK was getting off the ground. Now, we have her in an official capacity!

I will say that I love the wordplay used here. Combining the British and American definitions of the word "trifle" into a badass introductory phrase is absolutely beautiful and I want more of it.

Haha lol shot from the press release big funy now laugh.

...Wait, hold on, does that mean the image used for the press release was a BTS photo? Because this sure as hell isn't the same angle.

Oh my God.

Not my absolute dumb ass thinking the context of this scene was a welcome party for Orli, only for the celebration to be for a fucking movie opening that got the attention of local news outlets and Eric Stonestreet.

...Okay, the telephone box is great too, and if there's not another Doctor Who reference they can yote in there then we riot, but I- a fucking opening of a movie?

...

Hold on, I'm noticing the Odd Squad logo on the popcorn and the cup.

This is Odd Squad: The Movie opening in the UK, isn't it.

Ah yes. Because I sure would fuckin' love to relive the joy I had when the "Odd Beginnings" two-parter decided to make the movie an in-universe piece of media. Look, I me- you guys had to be there when I recorded the Seren Reacts video. I was taken aback. I nearly fell off the bed. I was tempted to go to the neighbors and sit on their picnic table and cry. And that was when the COVID pandemic was a new thing!

And now I get to experience the hell all over again, four years later, when the pandemic is (largely) over and I'm in my mid-20s.

Look, if they're keen on torturing me like this, then that's how you really know it's a return to form. All they need to do is drop the word "serendipity" somewhere in there and I'll launch myself off the cliff and into the water and hopefully not on a pointy rock.

Normally I'd say how happy I am to see the tubes again after they got one dedicated episode and a handful of appearances and mentions besides that in Season 3, but..."Down the Tubes" is one of my favorite episodes for sleep-talking Oswald alone. And in Season 3, my total count for favorite episodes I can count on only one hand.

Worth noting, though, that in addition to the UK Headquarters being located in an abandoned train station, the tubes are named after the London Underground. Because...y'know, the Tube, and...yeah, they couldn't pass that pun up because they need Britain money somehow.

See, this is how you can tell I'm an Odd Squad veteran.

I can, with about 90% accuracy, pinpoint the context of a scene only seen by few. For example, I can tell you that this is Orli fighting with a woman over tour bus tickets by playing RPS. Because fuck her American money, American money does not net you tour bus tickets to tour the UK and...uh...well, I don't know if Ozzie has any pounds to buy any.

Ah? Aaaaaaaaaahh? Man, I'm good!

Unless Oddmented Reality had some (and please don't ask me, I've never played it), we've now had flying books in every season bar Season 2.

Honestly, that's a sin.

If this means the return of cold opens, then bless them.

It's 12 episodes with 11-minute time limits, though, so I'm a little wary...but bless them. Season 3 had only a select few before they laughed and tossed the concept out, so this is a good return to form.

Also, this is hella good camera work.

I'm...at least inclined to believe this is Ozzie attempting to boost workplace morale by getting a few agents-in-training to cheer.

Which is great, but I'm just thinking of Olympia asking Otis how he feels about his cheerleading skills and and him telling her they're perfect. It works, because Ozzie kinda looks like Otis!

Hey, hey, you guys remember aaaaaaaall the way back in "Zero Effect" where they had that shot of the agents cheering?

You guys also remember the last episode of OddTube S1?

This is like a mishymashy of that and it is glorious.

Also, our first look at the girl who is, by every sense, part of the Flight department. And Onom, even though he got a mention in the gadget-making competition video.

A few folks were asking about this, so I feel the need to clarify that this is a thing in the Oddverse that has been done numerous times before, especially in the first two seasons. You don't wanna blow 10 seconds of airtime on having two agents find the nearest tube entrance, let 'em phase through the floor.

'Tis magic, baby.

I can also predict, with about 70% accuracy, how the OSUK premiere is gonna go.

...

It's gonna end with Ozzie being transferred/promoted/demoted to the Investigation department, isn't it.

Look, the franchise's timeline is a bitch and scares all the neuroscience people at Harvard Medical School, but I did this before with a simple Season 3 trailer and I got a fair bit of it right. When a few OSUK episode titles and synopses come out, then we'll see if I'm gonna reach for the stars or fall hard on my ass.

Okay, I'm inclined to take the logic applied to New York City and apply it here, in that it's too much money and effort and time to edit every piece of signage here into a Shmumber-fied equivalent...

But that's a fucking McDonald's ad up there near the top, and let's be honest, that's one of the most gobsmacking things about the whole damn trailer. We already have a Burger King replacement, so having a McShmumber's is absolutely not out of the question.

(Also, that meal deal is $5 USD. If you're an American, I don't need to explain why this makes me more irrationally angry than it should.)

Besides that, Orli, this is a one-way, two-lane (with possible merger) street, which can absolutely be seen in areas like this in the United States and I don't know why I'm bringing this up since agents cannot and have not been automotively inclined.

"No, that's not odd. It's Britain."

Dumb lil' American I am (who is, in fact, aware how British people drive), but I gave a visceral cough at this line. This is the kind of shit OSMU should have gotten, and failed to deliver.

That aside, though, Ozzie has a bit of a different icon on his shirt now. It's either the London Bridge or a black H, and I know Fergie would cry her eyes out looking at it, bless her soul.

"I'm blue! And if I were green I would die! If I were green I would die, if I were green I would die, if-"

Okay, okay, I had to get that out of the way. I'm sorry. I'm never sorry.

The smartwatches were also something seen in BTS photos back when OSUK was first announced to be a thing. Still running on that Apple technology and crushing creativity.

Perhaps the best sleep paralysis demon I've seen since Yui in the Precure All-Stars F movie.

All right, I'm starting to see the massive differences between this Headquarters and the Headquarters of yore. Keyholes, the blue thing meant to be a simpler copy of the metallic circle structure, the...I mean it do be fuckin' big...

Also, we got our first look at a moving breathing Chef O, who's on promotional material at the very least but isn't exactly a main character. Sort of like what Oksana was: a side character.

Hey, it could be worse. It could be a Ginormouse coming to eat you up for lunch.

(For the non-believers: this is the Oddverse. I'm not explaining shit.)

I see somewhere in the crew of this show we have a boomer who still believes in the usage of the digital camera in the year of our Lord 2024.

No, but seriously. It wasn't believable in 2014 when Otto owned one, and it's less believable now. I've been more frustrated about this than about the badge phones, because there's only so much ironic low-tech stuff I can take before I drop everything and leave.

I was gonna write a joke about how they used to feed cocaine to mice in the 80s for anti-drug PSAs, but someone apparently wrote it for me. Which, unsurprisingly, is not the first time that's happened.

That's on you for not being Odd Squad-savvy.

All of you.

Yes, even Captain O.

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And that's it. A short trailer, but a hell of a goodie. I'm honestly hyped for this return to form, especially as we approach the franchise's 10th anniversary. Hopefully, the crew has at least learned from its mistakes with Odd Squad Mobile Unit, and will make the most out of these 12 episodes.

And because even this show isn't immune to the curse: if you like what you see here and want more episodes to come beyond the 12 we're getting, watch the ever-loving hell out of this show. Legally, of course. Boost its ratings. The crew is definitely up for making more.

...And donate to your local PBS station if you got a Lincoln or two lyin' around. That too.

Thanks for reading. If you want to view the trailer for yourself, you can do so here:

[thecluelessdoctor]

How would you rewrite the Star gazing episode? (The one were Octavia goes to earth) It didn't really have a coherent plot for me so I was wondering

*laughs evilly* this episode clickbaited us so hard

I disliked this episode alot bc it seemed like it was gonna focus on Octavia and Loona, but it didn't do that, and was written like a fucking fan fiction from ten years olds with unrestricted internet

So how would I rewrite it??? LETS FIND OUT

the beginning starts out the same with loona and blitz arguing (not violently like it was in the episode) as well as Stolas and Stella fighting over the phone

Octavia sneaks in, and sneaks into blitz:s office after the heat of the argument is over. Loona notices and follows.

Both Loona and Octavia decide to escape through the portal, blitz walking in just as the portal closed, oh shit

Blitz calls Stolas, very awkwardly because this isn't long after Ozzies, and within a few seconds Stolas is there, and makes them all go to earth. M and M stay behind in case Via and Loona come back.

Both of these dads are worried sick, though Stolas is much more collected than Blitz.

No human disguises because both are extremely stressed, and go out looking for via and Loona, the events of ozzies being forgotten for now.

Cut to Via and Loona, who are actually in human disguises because Loona knows the spell. The too are talking, mostly about their dad's (in a negative joking manner) before they are blocked on going where they need to because of a big crowd trying to get into a tour bus. After pushing through the crowd they figure out why there is a big fuss to get in the bus. Some internet star is on there

Cut back to blitz and Stolas, who are getting desperate the closer nightfall comes. Luckily most people just think Stolas is a furry and Blitz is a cosplayer.

Blitz out of desperation asks where they might be. Stolas has a vague idea but without the book, he can't make a portal to that exact location. Looks like they need to walk.

Via and Loona and now at the spot to watch the falling stars, and they have a heartfelt conversation.

Not long after, Stolas and Blitz could be heard huffing, running up. Blitz clings into Loona, crying about how he'll never replace loona. Loona let's him hug her, a little annoyed.

Stolas embraces via, apologizing for putting the drama before her. Via accepts his apology, and the four decide to watch the stars together

Outro

Personally I'll keep the name the same because the idea of this episode was good it just wasn't done well

[wcshedup]

@fizzarollitm asked " You really are like Tilla. Nothing more than a wife with a man who hates his own children. Making her real proud B. "

counting to ten. writing a letter and throwing it away. driving out to the wastes and screaming her outrage into the soulless abyss. ANY of those options would have been better than engaging with fizzarolli's words, but caught between an exhausting night and one of the twins whining with discontent, barbie falls right back into her OLD way of dealing with him dishing her some shitty piece of advice --

" don't you EVER fucking say that to me like it's something to be ashamed of. my mother was TWICE the woman I'll ever be and THREE times the performer YOU'LL ever be. you ungrateful FUCK. " and there it is, the rolling boil of rage barbie had hoped died with her addiction years ago. obviously not.

the imp is shoving violently away from the table, chair legs screeching against ozzie's perfect marble floors. barbie is quickly turning tail to gather up the contents of her diaper bag and both the twins, both content with the flashing bits and bobs strewn across the blanket they'd been playing on while their mother and auntie had a nice little catchup. HA, nice, right.

" you are SO fucking -- just SO -- " there's a catch in her throat then, the rage threatening to give way to SORROW at the comment. fizz always knew just where to stick the knife, just what to say to inspire the most hurt inside her. but it didn't feel the same as when they were teenagers anymore, little digs about each other's looks or weight or performance -- this declaration that, were tilla here, barbie might be a DISAPPOINTMENT to her. after all the work, after all of the fucking nights of detoxing and vomiting and begging blitzø to just leave her in whatever alley she'd managed to collapse in. ( " PLEASE BLITZØ, JUST LET ME DIE, PLEASE. " ) " you don't UNDERSTAND, you'll never understand. "

because it feels so true. it feels like they're worlds apart now and no matter how she pleads the case, tries to make fizz understand how SHE feels -- it feels like he doesn't hear her. " you've never even ASKED me if i was happy ! you've never once fucking stopped to see if this is what i want, you just stand there on your fucking moral high ground, looking down your fucking NOSE at me like you're so much better. "

barbie continues to shove articles into the bag; tilla's floppy imp doll utters a mechanical-sounding 'mama!' as she does so, and charles' toy saber gives a brandishing swish. " i told you i was getting married and all i got was a fucking LECTURE about how awful he was, a million stories about how OTHER people don't like him, you never asked me how he treated me. and when i told you i was PREGNANT, no fucking CONGRATS, just 'oh barb, don't worry, i know a GREAT clinic'. " the recollections only seem to spurn her rage further and barbie shoves the backpack on with malice, the straps digging into her shoulder providing at least some sense of grounding.

" you'll NEVER fucking understand, NEVER. and you know why ? " she stoops down to gather the twins in her arms, one on each hip as she draws nearer to fizzarolli and leans in with venom, teeth bared in what MOST might interpret as unadulterated rage -- the moisture clinging to her eyes tells a different story if only one has the fortitude to look closely enough. to know her well enough. " because EVERYONE sees you. you walk into a room and you have every set of eyes, everyone admires you and wants you and just -- SEES you. but no one ever saw m-- "

that lump in her throat is swelling then, making her swollen thickly several times to try and fight it down. NO, barbie is NOT going to let this asshole see her cry. she's not gonna give him that satisfaction -- not after he had the gall to bring her dead fucking MOTHER into this.

" no one EVER saw me the way lucifer does. but maybe that's what BURNS you, fizz. that for once, just ONCE, someone wanted to pick me. well, welcome to MY fucking life, asshole. it's so EASY to tell me i should give up what i have, who i love, who loves ME, when you have so much more. "

the cherubic features of each twin peer over their mother's shoulder as she retreats from the room, moving quickly so that the jester won't see the tears now spilling over her lashline. tilla gives a small, open-close wave with her small hand.

" DON'T fucking call me, fizzarolli. "

[classificationhell]

Woo! I have two thoughts today! Both to do with Ozzie and Fizz! What if they had a little that has a huge oral fixation and is constantly chewing on something. Even things that should not be chewed. The second one is more so wondering how they would handle them both having to go in for work. Like would they bring their little in with them or do they get someone to babysit? Hope you’re doing well and not overworking yourself with your stories! :3

Thank you and I'm doing alright. Currently tallying up the votes for the next Chapter of the Alastor fix and writing what I can. Should be out either tomorrow or the next day, Susan will be mentioned briefly.

Unto your question though, with the first scenario with the Little with an oral fixation there's the easy joke that they have something for them to suck on, but that's only for big them hehehe they'll try and keep a stock on things like suckers or gum (if they don't like pacis) or (if they do) Ozzy might make pacifiers that are specifically designed for the sharper teeth of the citizens of hell, something that can be sucked or chewed on with no issue. If it's mainly a chewing thing they would try gum, but if it's to the point that they're putting too much strain on their jaw muscles they'll try and see what they can do to curb such behavior, because while they want them to be happy and content they can't condone doing things that might hurt them or affect their health. They won't try and make them stop just see if they can find some therapist either in Sloth or a sinner that might have some suggestions on things to try instead (like maybe going to sucking instead of straight on biting).

As for the last one if for some reason they're regressed and they're both due to be at Ozzie's then they might look into babysitting, but they don't have to be on stage at the same time most of the time so they might take turns watching them in the office. If for some reason they both have to go to another ring for a little while and they don't feel comfortable taking their Little they might hit up Blitzø who might recommend Stolas since I feel like he wouldn't feel like he could watch a Little. If they beg, offer a could sum of cash, or Fizz pulls a for old time's sake then I feel like he'd say yes but have a 75 percent chance of calling Stolas anyway.

Blitzø as a babysitter is doing his best. They're watching whatever Hell's equivalent to My Little Pony is together, and he gives them sugary snacks and cereal as a meal. This would only work out if the Little is relatively easy-going and doesn't cry because their main Caregivers are gone. If he hadn't called him already the moment we started crying the imp would be on the phone to Stolas faster than you could say help me.

Stolas is a Caregiver and I feel like he'd drop almost anything to rush over if he heard crying on the other end of the line. If Blitzø called him before we came over he may be kind of disappointed that this wasn't the date he thought it was going to be when Blitzy asked him to come over, but he would cheer up seeing a Little. If they're upset and crying he would sing and use his magic to calm them down. Once they are no longer crying it would be a lot of playing or coloring, whatever they prefer, and Stolas would give them healthier snacks like seeds or nuts or maybe a square of dark chocolate and say it's a treat for being extra good. If they stay long enough to need a meal I feel like Fizz and Ozzie brought something, heck they probably had a list of things they liked and rules or whatever but Blitzø lost that shit five minutes after they got there, but Blitzø either ruins it trying to reheat it unsupervised or just plain forgot about it and Stolas ends up having to go get them something because while he eats cereal himself he doesn't want their meal to consist mainly of the sugar packed stuff in Blitzø's pantry.

Overall the experience was good and they might ask them again if it was both of them. If it was just Blitzø... well their Little had fun at least but it'll take them hours to calm down from the sugar high and they can tell from the unheated forgotten container of good in your bag that Blitzø didn't do much more than glance at the list they left him. Still, if they're in a pinch they'll call again because their Little told them all about what a good time it was.

[riddle-me-ri]

So, I read your Oswalds being asked out by reader and as the angst sucker I am I saw myself in the obbligation to make a request based on BTAS Oswald's one 😇 Sooo... Reader trying to make BTAS Ozzie realise that her feelings are genuine but out of fear that she might also be trying to hurt him he is particularly harsh on her and makes her cry, although she holds it in and doesn't give in until she apologizes for bothering him and leaves

A/N: Oooohhh you’re a bold one aren’t you dear, anon. I have yet to really write any angst, and if I did there was always a hint of comfort but nope, not this time. :P But also this is my first only angst and I hope I did the genre justice. I read it enough and experience it enough, I hope I get it rip

Trigger Warnings: angst, angst, and angst. Negative thoughts and feelings, mean!Oswald

Word Count: 1.2 k

BTAS Penguin x F!Reader - Leave Me Alone

Oswald had to admit it, he did admire your tenacity. 

But really, did you have to keep pushing it? Why couldn’t you understand he wasn’t going to fall for your tricks.

“Oz, I hear a new play is in town, want to go see it with me?”

Oh, please like you would actually want to be seen with him.

“Ozzie! There’s a new exhibit of bird paintings going on at the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, want to come with me?”

You’re just teasing him at this point. Surely, you don’t actually care about him and his interests. No, no this is all just some game. You’re playing it well too, he almost believed you a couple of times. 

Every time he felt even a sliver of a smile don his face or just the slightest inflection in his voice to say, “yes,” or “I’d like that.” He was brutally reminded of what happened the last time…that happened every time he thought someone cared about him…that someone loved him. 

He wanted to believe, he wanted it to be true, but he refused to be made a fool of again. It’s been years since the Veronica Vreeland disaster and those pictures from the paper still haunt him. Just like the laughs, all the laughter from the elite society of Gotham City at his expense. 

He tried to push you away, turning you down, hoping you would just give up…but you are so damn persistent. 

“Oh, it’s okay Ozzie, another time then?”

“I just think you need to relax a little, I’m worried about you Oswald…”

Lies, lies, lies! All of it. So what you tried to include him in everything you did? You offer to take him out? You show your concern for him? You try to treat him…treat him like a human…

Huh…treat the notorious Penguin like a man, Joker would get a laugh out of that one. 

Oswald’s fists clenched, he grinded his teeth on his cigarette holder. The cigarette long gone by now. He’s puffed it all out in frustration and desperation. 

Why…why did you have to be so cruel to him? Why couldn’t you see that he…couldn’t be with you, he can’t believe you? 

No matter how much he wanted to…he couldn’t. He is a creature, a monster ostracized from society because of something out of his control. If no one would accept him as anything more than a freakish nuisance than so be it. He’s a criminal, a crook, a rogue. Someone incapable of love and being loved. 

“Hey, Ozzie! How’s your day going?”

Speak of the devil.

Oswald groaned under his breath. He thought surely you would leave him be the last time he shown you the door. 

“Fine, Y/N. What are you doing here? Besides wasting my time!” Oswald snipped. 

You froze in place. You stood in front of him in the living room of his studio apartment. He was sitting up on the couch, with his head in his hands. 

You inhaled and exhaled, this isn’t the first time Oz snapped at you, and surely won’t be the last. However, you couldn’t give up on him. You adored his smile, his love for birds, and his gentle nature that he tries so hard to hide. 

“I’m here to see you! I don’t consider that a waste of-”

“It is! It’s a waste of my time!” Oz remarked. 

Okay, he was being particularly short today.

“Ozzie, w-what happened? Is something wrong?” 

Oswald stood up, supporting himself on the table. “Yes..yes there is…”

“W-What is-”

“You, Y/N. You’re what’s wrong.” He snatched his cane and leaned on it as he started heading towards you.

No matter how annoyed or frustrated he got with you. You were never scared of Oswald, you refused to be disgusted or afraid, because you weren’t. 

Nevertheless, you found yourself walking backwards every time he took a step forwards toward you. You eyes widened in shock…maybe even fear. 

“O-Ozzie…what’re you talking about?”

Oswald growled angrily, sneering. “You, you're always coming here! Teasing me! Toying with my feelings! Don’t you understand you foolish girl? I won’t fall for your flirtatious wiles!”

“F-flirtatious? Ozzie I just wan-”

“Stop calling me that!” He barked. 

Your back was almost to the door at this point. You had no where else to go, but you had to do something, if there was anything you could do.

“O-Okay..Oswald please…I just wanted to..to..show you that I care about you! I want to be with you!”

“You’re a relentless thing, I’ll give you that. But I won’t fall for it! Not a day goes by I don’t hear them laughing and jeering at me! Look at that freak? Who would want to be with him? Who could love The Penguin?”

“I want to! I do Oswald! I’ve been trying to get you to see that! If you’d just let me in…”

Oz started feverishly shaking his head. He couldn’t fall for it. He won’t fall for it. No matter how badly he wanted to, he really wanted to. 

You tried to reach out and put your hand on Oswald’s shoulder, but he jerked away like your hand was a hot skillet. The abrupt force caused Oswald to lose his balance and fall back on his back. 

“Oswald!” You cried. You ran up to him ready to lift him back up, but he smacked your hand away. 

“Leave.” He grumbled.

“O-Oswald please…”

“For the last time…” Oswald grabbed his cane that fell with him to his side. You stepped back to give him room. “...get out…get out and don’t come back.”

You couldn’t stop the tears that were slowly brewing in your eye ducts from slowly tipping over and slide down your cheek. “Oswald…”

“Are you deaf? I may have grotesque features but I know I do not stutter. Get out! And never return!” Oswald barked. He started walking away from you, not wanting to look at you or the tears on your face. 

This was for the best. Hurting you now will save both of you hurt in the long run. 

“O-Oz…”

The Penguin snapped his head back over his shoulder at you. “Get out! Leave me alone, Y/N! You’re not wanted here!” 

Sobs started bubbling up in your throat. You exhaled more air than your lungs could keep up with as you felt your heart break into two. 

“F-Fine! If I really mean so little to you! I’ll leave you alone! I won’t come back!” You cried, trying to muster up any sort of facade of strength. Even if you were already failing miserably. 

Maybe if I say it back, he’ll hear what he’s really telling me.

“I’ll never come back, Oswald. You’ll be alone…” You weeped. 

“I’ve lived my whole life alone, I’m sure I’ll suffice just fine, even better without you. Now, for the last time. Leave me alone!” Oswald snarled. 

“Sorry to be such a bother…sorry for showing that I care about you.” You muttered but loud enough to where Oswald heard you. 

The last thing The Penguin heard was the loud slam of his apartment door and your muffled cries as you sobbed down the halls. He lowered his head and sighed. A single lone tear fell down the crook of his nose. The nose you often poked and called “cute.” 

It’s for the best, Oswald old boy.

[finniestoncrane]

Hey bestie! I just wanna say you’re amazing and I feel bad coming back for seconds but I’m addicted to Gotham and your art! So feel free to ignore this! But I love you and I’m very very proud of you and the community you have fostered!

! Idk if you’re still doing the 500 prompts but if you are would you please do: Gotham Penguin with a Fem reader and 🔥💔🟡🟤

Basically they’re stuck together and poor Oswald is being annoyed by reader but she only bugs him cause of her big dumb crush and it’s like “You’re cute when you’re mad Ozzy.” He’s just so skrunkly and yeah I love him.

Annoying

gotham!penguin x female!reader/huddling for warmth ;-; sav omg i am going to cry you are too sweet 💜🐧 minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: fluff mostly, grumpy pengy requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

The prison cell you were both stuck in offered nothing in the way of warmth, but you were pleased to be there nonetheless. If they had told you they’d be locking you up with your crush you would have gone willingly, there would have been no need for the cuffs and the brute force. In fact, they would have had a more difficult job trying to convince you not to offer yourself up to the GCPD. Especially where Oswald Cobblepot was involved.

He was impressive, charismatic, stylish, and so cute. At least you thought so. Others might find his temper, his constant outburst and aggression to be a little scary, difficult to handle. But you ere more than willing to handle it, if he would only give you the chance. Which, up to this point he had not. But now he didn’t really seem to have another option.

“You know, friend, there are two benches in this cell.”

“But it’s freezing Oswald! If we scooch up closer then we can share some body heat.”

“You’re practically on top of me though.”

“Not quite, but I could be…”

“I can’t believe no one has killed you yet, you know that?”

“How so?”

“Because you are incredibly irritating.”

It was impossible not to smile at him, pleased that he had recognised at least something about you that he had noticed, even if it was a negative. That meant he had the capacity to recognise the positives too, if you just tried hard enough. So you shuffled further into him, pressing him against the wall, your arm looped around his.

“Whose stupid idea was this? To put us together in a cell?”

You sighed dreamily as you looked up at him, head pressed against his arm.

“Fate!”

Oswald sighed, pressing his lips together, a soft growl emanating from his chest.

“You’re so very cute when you’re mad, Ozzie!”

He made an attempt at shrugging you off, but you only pressed yourself closer to him. You did note that his efforts were weak, almost for show, as though he felt he couldn’t admit now that it was pleasant to share the warmth, or to have someone so enamoured with him, that admitting it might mean he would lose. The power balance suddenly lost.

You spoke up, trying to coax some kind of positive, or even neutral, response from him.

“Is it wrong that I’m enjoying this?”

“Being trapped in a cell? Jailed? Freezing cold? Yes, probably.”

“No, silly, I mean being snuggled up to you. I have your full attention!”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and staring away, face turned just enough that could see his cheek, tempting you, soft and covered in freckles. You strained up to press a little kiss to it, giggling as you settled back down. He didn’t say anything, either positive or negative, which you took as a good sign. Even better, he untensed, settling into your embrace, still not looking at you, but not as cold as before.