#ozzy and till

[rammingkorn]

Till Lindemann, Rammstein, Ozzy Osbourne !!

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

i dont care that joes married to kate or whatever. he will always be joseph quinn goldberg to me. i dont care

[kunepie]

OH MY GODDD STOPPP!!! I'm getting second hand embrassment from you girlll😩

🎵He's mineeeee

You may have had him once

But I got hin all the timeee~~~🎵

[thelegendofmrrager]

what if I started reblogging osmosis jones fanart again. would that drive the property value down around here. would it scare the normies away

[victusinveritas]

[employee052]

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT DID I DO

would anyone perchance be interested in a dtiys

[trespia]

honestly? they'd be right not to 😭

[tangledinourstrings]

A very tiny sneak peek at my doll collection bc I'm so happy that I got G3 Lagoona yesterday bc my Walmart finally started putting Monster High stuff on shelves :oD

[cinematicendevaourz]

It Was An "A Band Apart" Morning -

[countlessrealities]

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss || Rick: 1/5

@hclluvahctel sent: 💋 Ozzie and Rick?

Yet another night, yet another visit to Asmodeus' club. Rick would never admit it out loud, but it is becoming a habit. If asked, he'd say that he keeps going back because he can score free great drinks more often than not, as the owner's close acquaintance, but in truth there's a lot more than just that.

He likes the place, enjoys the shows, vibes with the general atmosphere. And, if he has to be fully honest, he loves the company.

The embodiment of Lust is hilarious, witty, delightful. He lets Rick say whatever shit passes through his mouth, no matter how bad, and not only he acknowledges it, but he also doesn't judge him. He has even laughed at some of the scientist's worst jokes ever.

Not to mention that he's hot. Rick has fucked his way across the multiverse and back but, while he's open to fucking anyone and anything that can consent, he does have a bit of a type. Asmodeus happens to check all those boxes.

Rick knows that the demon has a partner. They have never mentioned it, but he has picked up that piece of information pretty quickly (and he might have checked the local social medias too). He has never made a habit of getting in the way of others' relationships and he doesn't want to start now, or ever, but they are also in an area of Hell dedicated to lustful transgressions.

A small indulgence won't get him in trouble, will it? Not to mention that he has hardly ever been accused of being wise.

"H-Hey, buddy, you have a little something...Eh, l-let me get it for you."

It's clichéd as hell, or at least it would sound like that to someone who can catch up with his true intentions quickly enough, but he hopes that Asmodeus won't. The element of surprise is very much crucial for his little scheme.

Without waiting for an answer, he reaches out for the sin's face, as to use his fingers to wipe off the stain that it's not there, but at the last moment his whole body leans forward, following the movement of his his arm.

He doesn't go for the demon's main face. As tempting as it is and as bold as the alcohol in his system is making him, he is aware that he's still testing the waters here. So, the best course of action is to go for a less impactful target.

And those how his mouth finds one of Asmodeus' side heads, delivering a kiss that it's just slightly more than a chaste pet, but that still dares to linger for too long to be a tease or a mistake. Long enough to be clearly purposeful.

As he moves away, a sly smirk opens on his lips, like a cat who got the cream. Or something close enough to it.

"T-There you go, baby," he hums in satisfaction, as if he has done nothing that pushing a crumble off the other's face. "S-So, how can a guy get another round out of you?"

Whether he's talking about his currently empty glass or something much more intimate, it's unclear, and it's on purpose. He's letting the sin choose whether he wants to take an out and ignore the kiss, or address it and divulge the rules.

Rick is hoping for the former, but he isn't too high maintenance. He has learnt that, on the long term, it's better to get a hint, especially when allowed to wash it down with strong, good booze, and keep a precious friendship, than cutting ties over something as stupid as rejection.

[the-delightful-temptation]

Writing with you has done leaps and bounds for Phisaya's character journey. She wouldn't be nearly as developed if it weren't for you. And of course I am delighted every time I get to talk to you on Discord. We've only known each other for about two years, but sometimes it feels like I've known you for longer. I just want to let you know how much I cherish you :)

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

[timkontheunsure]

Queer secondary adolescence and Stolas

(I keep forgetting to put this up here)

Ok, so Stolas being teen dad is one of the reasons I get annoyed when people say he's too horny with Blitz. Or that his relationship is too dramatic and teenager-y.

He's a queer guy who never got to be a teenager, didn't get to have a first boyfriend, or explore who he was. Or do any of the normal stuff most straight teenagers get to do.

His family stuffed him in the closet, forced him to have child, and gave him an abusive wife as jailer.

(He around 36, with a 17 year old daughter. 36−17=19 when Octavia was born. Likely married at 18).

He's got some chatting up to do.

Up till now his whole life's been about Via, and mitigating Stella's abuse to hid it from Via.

That's left him barely hanging on, taking an increasing amount of antidepressants; and singing lullabies about not being sure he'll make it till Via's grown up.... 🙁

There's this thing called second adolescence that alot of queer people experience, when they come out later in life.

It happens when they're weren't allowed to do normal teenage things at the right age. So things like having crushes, go on first dates, have extremely anxious dramatic relationships. As well just be a normal horny teenager.

Stolas got to do none of that. So he's doing it now.

He's also pretty obviously an autistic guy (separate post ), who didn't get well socialized as a child.

Blitz appears to have been his first and only really friend.

Stolas is not great at social cues. (He's so happy to be able to help with his special interest, but does realise his tone is upsetting Ozzie).

Even with Via he struggles to understand her. She needs to tell her dad flat out what she needs.

When she tries to be subtle, and snark he assumes it's just her being a moody teen. And that she'll enjoy loo loo land when she loosen up a bit.

Because of this lack Stolas mostly fills in gaps in his social experience with masking.

Such copying Gabriel hairstyle from helluva novella to get ready for his first ever date.

Following Blitz's lead of what to do in an uncomfortable situation.

And trying to match the energy of how Blitz first came on to him.

(He's definitely getting better at it from Blitz reaction).

There's also an idea in CBT called reparenting your inner child. Which about giving yourself some the support, and experiences you missed out on because of abuse.

Stolas needs to go through his secondary adolescence as part of his recovery from his abuse.

So let Stolas be a little horny weirdo. 😛

PS this one will brake you heart. Stolas is standing fully in both these pictures.

You can see how much he's grown by her light switch.

Kid hasn't even reached his full adult height yet when he had to have a kid.

[therosietoesy]

Shout at the Devil

Warning: riding dick, smut, choking, spitting, hair pulling, unprotected sex, breeding, cream pie.

A/N: reposting my first ever Eddie fic

You and Eddie are a match made in heaven. Although everyone is confused on how the photo editor of the yearbook ended up with the resident freak. It happened during the summer before your senior year. You were at Hideout photographing the bands playing, it was then you were introduced to Eddie’s band Corroded Coffin. You were the last person he expected to see there but it created a friendship that was golden.

Soon Eddie asked you out and you were inseparable. You could not have asked for a better partner. He was beyond supportive of your dreams and you of his. Anytime Corroded Coffin played he made sure that you were their photographer nobody else could be but you. Which you truly appreciated and found beyond adorable.

It was a typical night that Corroded Coffin had a show to play that evening. You met Eddie at the hellfire club room they were playing their campaign before their show which their set wasn't till very later that night. It looked like they were cleaning up the session and getting ready to go for the show. Everyone else has left for the evening expect for Eddie who was waiting for you to arrive. “How was tonight’s session Dungeon Master?” You asked. He let out a chuckle “It was great, those dorks won’t know what hits them next session when the big storyline is introduced.” He pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Well, it sounds like you had loads of fun.” You replied. His eyes kept going back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “Why don’t you just kiss me Eds?” You joked and he finally pressed his lips against yours. A simple kiss turning to a heated make out session and he led you to the infamous Dungeon Master throne. He took his rightful place and pulled you into his lap continuing the heated kiss. We'll continue in kissing it turned into grinding on each other. Thank Ozzy you wore a skirt that day so you could really feel your cunt against the roughness of the denim of his jeans. He began to groan out your name “Y/n, please don’t stop.” You just giggled and continued your movement against his crotch. This kept going on for a few moments until his hands gripped your waist and stilled your movements all together.

“Babe.” He mumbled against your lips, you nodded in response. “Ride me, please.” He whispered softly. You never moved faster to remove each article of clothing, but a firm hand stops you from removing your skirt, you glanced up at him. “Keep it on” he spoke and you nodded your head in agreement. He removes your panties from underneath and lifted you up over his dick. Carefully placing you down on his dick and holding your hips letting you adjust. You both let at a moan of the feeling of being connected. A whine leaves your lips and you begin to roll your hips. Eddie hands hold on to your waist as soon as you start picking up your pace. Bouncing up and down over and over again moans flying from your lips. “Y/N!” Eddie started chanting your name over and over again like a beautiful song. One of his hands came to your neck and he started to apply pressure to your neck which made you open your mouth and his other hand held your jaw so that way he can spit into your mouth. “Swallow “ He grunted and you swallowed thus resulting you sticking out your tongue to show him and he groaned out at how obedient you are for him.

His grip started to get frimer and slightly painful in a good way. “Eddie, baby, please oh please.” You whined and picked up your pace.He started to tease and groan with how you felt wrapped around him. “Begging to cum already hun? You want to breeded don’t cha?” He quipped while running his hand through your hair and he yanked it. You moaned out a loud yes and kept begging him. “Eds, please breed me. Fill me up with your cum. I need it.” You whined and felt the glorious burn in your legs and stomach. He soon felt your pussy start squeezing him for what he’s worth and then his fingers fly to your clit to began to circle it to bring you over the edge. Shouting of his name “Eddie, Oh my fucking god!” as you came all over his cock. Thus he started bucking up into you faster and faster once he was close stopped his movements and held you in place as he released his cum into you and filling you up. Pants and sighs fill the Hellfire club room and soon enough soft laughter. “Wow, that was something babe.” Eddie remarked and held you close to him. You giggled, “I love you Eddie. Don’t forget you have a show to get to.” He groaned “Fuck, I don’t want to go.” “Common Rockstar, we gotta get going.” You said getting ready to climb off his lap. Once you both gotten up and stretched out, both began to redress and you slipped on your underwear while being bent over Eddie came and placed a slap on your cum filled pussy to remind you of this moment when you watch him on stage tonight and felt some of his cum leak down your thighs.

[djljpanda]

if you’re alright with it, maybe an FizzOzzie (poly) x Idol reader where something happens to the reader (like that one scene from Oshi No Ko where Ai got stabbed)

FizzOzzie X Ai! Reader

They knew that you being an Idol will be dangerous but you told them that you would be fine. Fizz was worried because he knew how fans can be and he didn’t want you going through that, Ozzie is like how he is with Fizz trying to make you take bodyguards and always trying to be there for you.

But you and a whole 7-ring tour trip and you knew the two couldn’t go due to scheduling so you left for your tours after making sure they knew you will be fine.

You were in your hotel room waiting on some food service you ordered. You heard a knock and after checking you opened the door but right before you could grab your plate of food you felt a knife go through your side. That imp had a crazy expression and going on how you betrayed them and how if it wasn’t for them you wouldn’t be famous.

With enough strength you went in and hugged the imp speaking how no matter what you will always love your fans. The imp ran off and you banged on the other hotel rooms while some helped others went to go get help.

Surprisingly Ozzie and Fizz didn’t know what happened to you till they saw it on the news and they went crazy going straight to the Sloth ring hoping you will be okay.

You were fine but just a bit shaken up but you were happy that you will be fine. When you saw your boyfriend’s they cling to but not to tightly not wanting to hurt you. They came and stood with you in the hospital for days and even you came home they treated you like some fragile glass.

As much as you loved the treatment you hated it cause you are feeling weak and it bugged you. But after some talking you were able to go back to your tour but with some extra security just to make things more comfortable for both parties.

[rustycopper4use]

Ok, uhm....I've seen someone make a request for poly Ozzie x Fizz x Reader in which the reader is Blitzø's brother, but I got a better one for you! How about (poly ofc) Ozzie x Fizz x Male Reader who is Striker's older brother? Like, maybe he heard about what happened in greed ring and came to apologise on his brother's behalf and maybe offer his services as bodyguard?

Fizz x Ozzie x Male reader!

sorry I went a little bit off the rails but I hope you like it!!

At the beginning you were close to fizzaroli as kids.

 you first met him at one of his shows, and you would try to see all his shows. And ended up dragging your younger brother striker to them, much to his protests.

  You would spend hours with fizzaroli, him being the only sense of affection in your life. Giving your family’s old fashioned values. His was the escape from it all.

 Your father resented the wasted time spent with some lowly circus clown, he would try every thing to make you to stop seeing him. After awhile he even turned Striker against you, which in retrospect wasn’t hard he idolized him. 

 In the ended up with you sneaking out the house everyday to see the goofy imp.

 However that was until the fire. You had been only been able to talk to him when you actually came to the circus.

 So one day you went to see him, with a small birthday gift you’d be able to pay for.

 only to met with ashes, and burnt remains of childhood memories, it was hauntingly void of life still fresh with smoke.

 And you never heard from him again.

  You left the gift in the remains. It became a regular thing, you’d leave a small gift every year on his birthday.

  A way to remember him, maybe you’d just like the sadness that came with it rather than the bitter empty feeling in your cold aching chest. 

 Or you’re still in denial, waiting for the day he’ll somehow come back and it’ll be some big cruel joke.

  After that you replaced that time with meaningless jobs, helping dad around the farm. 

  While your younger brother took up kill for hire, you would be along aside for protection, an extra set of hands. 

 This new attitude brought a sense of pride to the rest of the family.

 Your relationship wasn’t the same with your less than functional family. You weren’t ever close to your father or brother but, it got even more distant. Opting for only talking when needed.

  One day striker came back from a job beaten bruised, and burned.

 As you fixed him up, he whined about his failed attempt, he brought up an all to familiar name.

 “Y’know that lowlife clown was such a brat to deal with, and his pathetic friend Blizto-“

 “Are you talking about fizzaroli?”

 “-Wait no, Fizzaroli’s alive?.”

 “Look I don’t care if you had a soft spot for that thing, I had a job and I’m gonna go through with it.”

 “You never thought to tell me he was alive!”

 “Of course I didn’t, Dad and I knew you were going to act like this, you became a better demon because of us.”

 “Get out.”

 Striker gets to door before turning back towards you.

 “Im not gonna give up this job because you’ve grown weak.”

 “Oh I know you won’t.”

 He left.

  You weren’t sure what to do now. Striker was a stubborn person, he wouldn’t give up till Fizzaroli’s head was on a stick.

  Luckily for you. you were just as petty as the snake.

 For the next few days you looked for opportunities to work at Ozzie’s. You came across for a listing for a personal bodyguard for Fizz. 

 You got scheduled for an interview, part of you dreaded seeing him again.

 You headed down(up?) to the lust ring. The gorgeous neon lights, against the calming rain.

  The Ozzie’s club was nothing short of a spectacle. And the start to your new life.

  Ozzie was apprehensive on hiring someone with relations with the demon that kidnapped Fizzaroli in the first place. 

 But Fizz reassured his worries, he knew you weren’t like him.

 The start of this job was- not exactly awkward, but there was this weird air around you three. A few weeks in and you’ve finally settled in, you grew comfortable with the duo and life finally felt back on track.

 You still felt guilt for what your brother did, you would always give gifts to fizzaroli as a form of an apology, a better change than what you did for 15 years. You also get into the habit of going above what was asked for even at your own expense.

 Even when Fizzaroli explained he didn’t blame you, it was your brother’s actions after all. You settled for buying him flowers every other day.

  The two would flirt with you, fizzaroli being more bold, knowing exactly what makes you tick and that special spot that makes you melt.

  Ozzie on the other hand, had a different approach. He took on a more romantic strategy, he learned very early on that his voice was your weakness, a few praises and you were a goner. 

 When striker found out he was pissed. His own brother fooling around with blue blood, how did you turn out like this.

 Every time he would show up you always up lovey-dovey just to rub salt in a wound.

  Fizzaroli adored it when you’d get riled up and your southern accent would slip. He would purposely push your buttons lovingly just to hear it.

 Every time Fizzaroli would want attention you’d always make sure to hold his face given it’s the only part he can really feel now.

 Ozzie was the only one that Could cook, and that still didn’t change with you around. Sure you weren’t as bad as Fizz but still.

 Fizzaroli would call you a cowboy (affectionately)

[tangledinourstrings]

if yall start seeing an influx of rants coming from me thats how u know im off my meds