#ozzy's little sketches

[mxmanynames]

Errmmm, I'm so scared to post this lol 😭😭😭 @kirbyoctournament I hope they get in 🙏🙏 /nf (FORGOT THIS-)

Anyways, This is Writer Waddle Dee (Wridee, as I like to call them)!! They prefer They/Them, but go by any pronouns! I modeled them a lot after me because they were originally a joke self insert oc I made months ago, so it'll be really hard for me to describe them lol

Backstory?:

●They're a self-publishing, kinda small author that writes about Kirby's journeys!

●Just a simple civilian, y'know, nothing dramatic!

Personality:

●They're a bit sarcastic and loves to make self depricating jokes?

●They're reserved, but have a few close friends and those she'd call acquaintances.

●She's acts very competitive, but it's really all-bark-no-bite.

●He follows a lot of the rules and tries to inforce them best they can.

Misc. Notes:

●Loves sweets, but especially likes donuts

●Finds it difficult to drink strong, caffeinated drinks

●Loves rain and mostly likes to write when it's storming outside because they find it inspirational

●They really don't like to write at a desk, even if it's available. They actually like to write on their bed

●^^ Their bed has a lot of stuffed animals that they're very proud to own

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2956- Little Ozzie - 4/10/24

Quick character reference I made for a one off character for a FizzXOzzie comic I did.

[leechandoki]

I did a doodle sketch of Osmosis Jones (below) and decided I could do better than that >:) I found more brushes to goof with!! :D Also his hair was hard to draw... I struggled for so long trying to get his floof right :')

Kofi | Post+

[semisentient-entity]

The Sea is less angry with her Wife. Her songs make the rage and desire for vengeance lessen.

This was just a few quick sketches I made. Not too sure about the siren's design, but this will do for now.

(Click for better quality)

@abluehappyface @possibly-eli @space-frog-boy @the-cinnamon-snail

[saritawolff]

Wanted to draw something cozy and try out some new things. I… don’t think it came out as intended but uh. It’s something I guess.

[hellishlibrary]

Loser Yan Smut

since the poll got 94% for yes to loser yan smut imma do it ^^

Losers do smth to me istg 😩

anywho— fem reader! reader implied to have slight muscle mass. (For all the strong girlies out there)

Warnings: Story build up, pegging, face sitting, sub character, dom reader, slight biting kink???, teasing, slight bondage, cowgirl (yan riding reader), slight feminization, masc fem reader, reader has a pussy, and cumming on stomach in pt 2

NSFW STORY BUILD UP BELOW CUT

You and Ozzie, didn’t know each-other- Well you didn’t know Ozzie. Ozzie knew everything of you from your favorite color to your date of birth. He was really just a loser that rambled about anything and the legend of Zelda any chance he got. Meanwhile you were the schools star female football player. Ozzie had drooled over rival football players getting tackled, wishing that it was him.

It was a regular high-school day, you were walking towards your algebra class and you see in the corner of your eye, a slim, pale, boy staring at you in awe. He quickly looked away and blushed, you smirk and find this amusing, maybe you’ll entertain this little big crush of this mysterious boy. You sit in your usual seat and start your assignment, solving the problems with slight trouble, you wonder and ask your seat mate next to you and he says he doesn’t understand either. So you ask the boy who was staring at you earlier for a bit of help.

“hey- do you know the answer to number 5 and 6?”

“Oh— uhm, it’s -27.96 and for number 6 it’s 2684.29..”

The poor boy struggled with the simple sentence and was a blushing mess. You smiled and thanked him, before writing the answers down on the paper. Ozzie then finished the assignment with ease and watched as reader, you, struggled a bit. He was about to offer up help, but didn’t want to be a burden for you. Ozzie then sighed and pulled out his sketch book and doodled your beautiful toned figure and your beautiful face off of memory, it was almost identical to you. Near the end of class, Ozzie quickly collected his stuff and walked out of the classroom, trying to speed to his next class and not get targeted by assholes. Alas, luck was not on his side and he got slammed into the locker by two boys and their girlfriends giggling as their boyfriends target the poor boy. You then walk by the group of people and head over to them, noticing one of them was your teammate on the football team. Then seeing the bloody nose loser on the floor panting, and teary eyes. “Hey- back off Elijah! Leave him alone!”

“do you know this freak, [name]?”

You roll your eyes and push the guy out of the way and help the guy on the floor up and walk away from the now, annoyed group. The boy now looking at you with a blush and bloody nose from being slammed into a locker. You glance at the scrawny looking man and smile. The boy looks away from your glance, his face turning a deep red hue.

“th-thank you for helping me from those guys..”

“oh? Those ass holes, don’t mind them, they’re just insecure jerks”

You shrug and walk the mysterious guy to the nurse, walking awkwardly beside him, his slight heavy breathing and eyes darting towards you every few seconds. You two soon approach the nurses office and get Ozzie’s nose cleaned up. You then awkwardly say goodbye and get to your next class with a tardy pass.

———

1 week later

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It was another late Friday afternoon; game day. Where you had its final game against your biggest competition! You put on your shoulder pads and cleats, making sure your jersey was on correctly. You then hear the coach call for your team, you smile proudly and jog up to the bench on the sidelines, watching teammates look at each-other with fierce eyes and snarling faces.

Half way into the game, and it was your turn to shine, you get into position. Another male teammate teases you before they blow the whistle and everyone scrambled to get the ball. As you caught the ball you threw it to your teammate, the teammate fumbles the ball and falls, tearing the muscle in his knee. Ozzie watches as the game stops, envying the teammate getting your attention, seeing both teams get on their knee as they check the players knee, they then take the player out of the game, tending to him. Ozzie watches as you get back into position and sigh, seemingly stressed.

Ozzie watches until the end of the game, his eyes observing both your beauty and brawn like perfection. He thinks for a bit before walking over to you, ‘accidentally’ bumping into your chest. You look at the boy who fell on the ground and smirk. Your ego getting the best of you.

“Hey baby, what are you doing here, Ozzie, right?”

Ozzie almost creamed his pants at the nickname, but he let out a shaky breath. His face red and heated, as he looked up to your beautiful face. “Sorry.. I wasn’t looking where I was going (reader)” Ozzie says in a quiet and elated tone. Ozzie then was taken aback when you pulled him in by his waist, your tits pressing against his collar bone.

“I think that you’re lying to me, pretty girl.”

You said in a flirtatious manner, your hands still on his waist. Ozzie could blissfully live like this but his body started to react. His dick began to harden, he quickly realized and tried to hide his erection. You notice and chuckle, your breath against his face. You pull away and let go of his waist, slipping a piece of paper into his hoodie pocket.

As you walked away, he starts to read what’s on it. It reading your house address and a little message stating; ‘wanna have a good time pretty boy?”

He shutters and smiles sickeningly sweet, his dick straining against his pants as he already knew what you had in mind. He hopes that you don’t mind that he already knows where you live, and that he knows your parents are on vacation for the next two weeks.

As he walked to his house happily, when he opened his door, his maid greeted him and took Ozzie’s bag off of his back and calmly put his bag away before bowing and turning to finish cleaning. Ozzie then walked out to his room and started to prepare for his punishment for being a perverted loser, so he locked his door and walked to his closet and opened a hidden, locked, drawer. Filled to the brim with toys, one being your old vibrator and another being your dildo you’ve lost recently.

Ozzie then grabs lube and your underwear and pulls down his pants and underwear before pouring the the cold lube on his man pussy whilst grabbing your vibrator and dildo and sets the vibrator on medium, while he gently fingers his hole to loosen it up before plunging the dildo in his hole.

Ozzie lets out whines and moans as he accidentally brushes against his prostate in a rushed lust filled vision.

Pt 2??

[ozzgin]

Ozzy, your recent sketch of the human trussed up is both amusing and a little horrifying (the faux human dinner [vore isn't a thing I'm a huge fan of]).

But the breeding and the bathing! The human is going to have so many requests and you know I think the hotel employees should get a test run first. Quality assurance you know? Maybe the human should ask for hazard pay on top of the normal fee, maybe some of the monster cum is like an aphrodisiac...you never know.

It never crossed my mind that it could be interpreted as vore 😭 The faux dinner is literally just Reader brought on a silver tray, all prepped up for the stuffing. Kind of like an upgrade to the regular coitus.

Actually, you know what? I might just make an actual, official menu. This may or may not be the most downright shameless thing I've created. A literal fuck menu.

[Monster Hotel Origins]

[hobiebrownismygod]

Could you make a hobie fanfic where you and hobie plan and paint a mural/graffiti and in doing discover things about each other? Idk I think that art can show a lot about someone and it would be cool to see that with hobie

OMG, this is such a cute idea!! What I wrote was a little bit short, so sorry if that's a problem. I'm willing to add on if you'd like more though :) I tried to include some indirect symbolism and characterization, but if it doesn't make sense, feel free to ask <3

Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x GN!Reader

Sketch with Me - Short Fic

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In a universe where color was a crime, a city where individuality was a sin, and a culture based around greed and want, Hobie Brown stood out amongst the masses. Hobie had always been a child of chaos, never conforming to the ideals others imposed on him, and never trusting the higher-ups to know what was best for him. In a world where everyone kept themselves locked under a mask, Hobie Brown used his mask to express himself even further, surpassing a limit that had been pulverizing the citizens of London ever since that dreadful election.

But that mask wasn't the only way for him to indirectly flip Osborne off.

"A mural?"

"More of graphic declaration, but yes."

"That's what a mural is."

"Eh..."

You gave your best friend a sore look, eyes running over his figure sprawled out across the couch and boredly shredded paper between his fingers. He sat up and looked back at you, that mischievous grin spreading across his face. "And I know just the place to do 't."

"No."

He blinked at you. "B-But you 'aven't even heard what I was gonna say-"

"One of Osborne's places, right? They're always swarming with cozzies (cops)." You said, folding your arms over your chest as you glared at him. He nodded sheepishly, standing up and walking over towards you. "I'm not going to get myself arrested for some lousy graffiti."

"I won't let y'get arrested." he looked a bit hurt at the fact that you didn't believe he'd be able to keep you out of jail.

"You can't promise that." You replied, paying no mind to his frown.

"But I can." he held out his pinky towards you, tilting his head to the side with a smile. "I swear." You rolled your eyes at him, muttering your annoyance under your breath before you interlocked your finger with his, effectively giving him what he wanted and signing your refusal away.

"What are we gonna paint?" You asked with a sigh, moving over so he could sit next to you. He plopped down on the couch. "I don't care what it is as long as it pisses Ozzy off." he grinned, leaning back against the couch. "Lot's of color, lot's of tongues and lot's of harsh words. He won't like that ruining his pretty mansion."

You snorted under you breath, grabbing his sketchbook from the table in front, along with a half-broken pencil. You flipped through while he watched, stopping on a blank page and pressing the pencil against the paper. You hesitated, looking back at him. "So...what are we gonna paint?"

"What do you want to paint?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Mmm..." you began to sketch out a rough outline of what you wanted to spray onto that wall. He wanted colorful. Hobie leaned over your shoulder, watching as you messily drew out what looked somewhat like a woman's side profile, her hair sticking up in odd, angled spikes and a lollipop protruding from her mouth. Her eyes were closed, with long, thick lashes, and you sketched in a singular teardrop falling down her cheek.

Hobie nodded, a small smile spreading across his face. "Tha's lovely." You smiled back, putting the book down and staring at it, biting the inside of your cheek as you mulled over what else you could add. Hobie ran his finger along the outline of her hair. "Make it rainbow, lots of green and purple."

His eyes lit up as he traced his finger onto the tear. "And make this red."

"Red?" you asked with a laugh. "Tears aren't red."

"'s not about what color they are normally. It's about wot they symbolize." He said cockily, pulling out the collar of his shirt with his finger as if he was too hot. "Yeah?" You asked with a laugh. "And what do they symbolize?"

He thought for a moment. "Anger." He looked back down. "Yeah, anger. Anger at wha's going on in London, anger at those wankers up in Ozzy's parties, anger at-" he stopped himself, taking a deep inhale as he sat back. "You know what I mean" his expression darkened.

You put your hand on top of his, offering him a reassuring smile before you labeled down the teardrop as 'red'. "For the words, I'm thinking we could write words that her face will cover up." You scribbled down random things like 'money' and 'police', erasing the parts that her face covered up. "Yeah, that's cool." He said, tone returning back to normal.

"We put the A on her cheek" Hobie added, referring to the ACAB symbol he added onto all his graffiti art pieces. You obliged, writing down a small 'A' that the two of you would detail when you actually painted it later. The two of you looked over it one last time. "It's simple." you said with a slight frown. "It's perfect."

He stood up with a grin, offering his hand over to you. As you took his hand, he pulled you towards him, picking the sketchbook out of your grasp and tucking it into his vest before he spun you around.

"Let's go cause some chaos, shall we darling?"

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[weiila]

TFW you had so many delicious ideas about a movie project starring that little jester twink who was rumored to hang out with your favorite Sin, but due to recent revelations suddenly realize just where it would have gotten you.

Although note how Valentino is still so full of himself he thinks Ozzie would want to keep him around.

(Also that is a really bad contract and I'd hope Fizz even at his most manipulated would have been smart enough not to sign it with that new clause. Mammon was already sexualizing him to hell and back, that's a small next step to attempt. Ew. Yeah no I don't believe for a second Mammon was actually going to let Fizz lose the competition, he was too much of an easy to control cash cow.)

Trying to find my style again after not drawing for years, got stuck between "Oh I'll just try doing colored sketches" and "Brain automatically goes back to lineart" and ended up with something in-between. Ah well.

[yayoineko]

Oh my goodness---Eddie gonna give little bird Ozzy a heart attack!

>////<;;

Sketched in my little 5x8 sketchbook.

[hotcat-lol]

Just a little sketches

When Ozzy is shocked, or experiences a variety of strong emotions, a mask with a smiley face appears on his face ) He also doesn't remember anything from his past.

And Mickey thinks what Walt is god. And he's his angel

[mxmanynames]

So, I drew some of the OCs from this years tournament because I was bored

Incase you can't read:

Pip belongs to @emmyp0ps

Star belongs to @c0ffee-7

Starry Dee belongs to @staring-at-a-blank-pagee

Wilder belongs to @boomer293

Rainbow Dee belongs to @cali-kabi

Lydia belongs to @poyobox

I don't know if we're allowed to draw others' OCs before the tournament, but I'll be MAP testing and I really wanted to! So sorry I couldn't color them, it's really lste right now lol

[muertawrites]

I bet that Eddie is so messy and sloppy when it comes to kissing and sex the works…

Like kisses almost always turn to make outs which get very messy and sloppy.

Sex with him, all the fluids 😭

18+ minors NO

(this song just feels appropriate. it would definitely a favorite makeout / sex jam of his)

yeah eddie doesn't do casual little pecks on the cheek. every kiss is very involved. he's like gene simmons with that tongue.

even a regular kiss with him is just hot. he always opens his mouth so your lips latch together like puzzle pieces, leaving room for a little tongue action should either of you feel inclined. your friends have said that watching him kiss you is like watching softcore porn. you've expressly told him not to kiss you in front of family because it was just be way too inappropriate.

sometimes he'll forgo your lips completely and lay his hand on your jaw, tipping your head up so he can get to your neck. he always bites first, a little nip before going in with his mouth wide open and sucking, licking, kissing up the length of it. always gets a really hazy look in his eye when he does it that's just. beyond sexy.

he's obsessed with your pussy. if you're wearing a skirt, he'll take sneaky little swipes at your panties just to feel your wetness. never wipes himself off after fingering you - always licks them clean. he could eat you out for hours, until his chin is dripping from how wet you are. loves going between both sets of your lips and eating you out / kissing you after he cums inside you. he's dirty af.

pussydrunk. pussydrunk pussydrunk pussydrunk.

he will absolutely spit in your mouth. just. grab you by the chin and tell you to open up, spitting right onto your tongue before saying "good girl" and slipping his between your teeth. fucking depraved.

loves how you look when you're covered in his cum. it's like fine art to him. seriously. he's got photos of you and returns to them often, not even to jerk, just to look. artist!eddie would ask you to stay like that, sexed out and exhausted on his mattress while he sketches you.

there's a reason his sheets are so damn stained.

[kiame-sama]

I love your other Helluva Boss works, but I want to know more about Syren too! Also, what are your thoughts about Fizz and Ozzie's relationship? I've seen a few others comment on it, but I want to know what you think!

(how about both? A kind of fic-kind of headcannons for Syren and what I think of Ozzie and Fizz's relationship)

Warnings; same as for Helluva; "Graphic violence (not as bad), strong language, sexual themes, as well as rampant demon horniness", a few things are definitely NOT cannon but I tried my best with what I have,

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The true tasks of her morning began with getting the coffee ready and placed in the exact spot it should be. It was five minutes before the morning-person of the royal pair awoke to the sound of the Cock-oo Clock. The coffee was not black and untouched, it was treated with an ample helping of sugar and hell-cow creamer.

It was for Fizzarolli, the brat of the pair. Ozzie was a good dom and made sure Fizz's favorite coffee was ready when the pair finally awoke. Truly, it was what gave Fizz a good energy kick in an already energetic moment.

Then came directing the staff succubi around. Some were tasked with carrying clean sheets for the bed, others were tasked with organizing the files for Ozzie's work day. Every staff member had a task and silently followed the direction of the blood-line imp.

The distinct smell of bacon being cooked signaled the next change in task; feeding and harnessing the Quieves. Fizz had a trip to take to the Greed Ring and he wanted to take the Quieves with him. This meant that Princess would have plenty of down-time as Fizz enjoyed getting her ready himself and took it quite seriously. The others; Lulu, Fifi, Precious, Darling, Honey, Baby, Sweets, and Flower, all had to be harnessed and connected to their multi-leash.

It was at times like these where one could see how much Ozzie truly cared about Fizz. That multi-leash was a gift from Ozzie in a long line of special-ordered engraved gifts.

The collection began with Princess.

She had been a gift to Fizz from Ozzie especially after one bad night where the jester's implants backfired and caused him pain. The things he had adapted to as his limbs failed him and hurt him, so he was feeling truly down with the situation. Ozzie flat refused to let Fizz be in pain and removed them to work on them Himself. Without his mechanical limbs, Fizz wanted to have a wheelchair so he could still spend time with Ozzie. Fizz saw her first while on his phone. He felt a bond instantly, and Ozzie just had to get the Quieve for Fizz. The rest followed soon after, most being rescues that others didn't want or care for.

Every time Fizz gets another Quieve, Ozzie has another multi-leash made just so they can all be taken on a walk. They are presents that go hand-in-hand and usually are given on the same day. Ozzie is nothing if not a true King of doms.

From getting the Quieves ready, it transitions to doing summary work for Ozzie. The prince of Lust did not like extensive reading when it comes to work, pictures being much more attuned to how He processed information and thought about things. This meant that blueprints had to be drawn accurately with only the most vital details, all subject to change depending on what Ozzie wanted. Just another 'Jack-of-All-Trades' aspect of being a blood-line imp. Art and sketching skills came with the territory.

As did vibrator designing, oddly enough.

Beyond that was greeting prince Stolas while Ozzie was busy in the factory. The appointment was for noon, but Ozzie never did run on a fine-line schedule unless it was for Fizz and Fizz alone.

The owl prince sat anxiously holding his crown and checking the time repeatedly. He had been let in and guided to the seating area outside of Ozzie's office to await the prince of Lust.

"Greetings, prince Stolas."

"Oh," the prince jumped a little in surprise, "I didn't realize- ahem. I am here for my appointment with Prince Asmodeus at noon," his eyes flicked to the time again, "I... trust this is the correct day scheduled?"

"Yes, your highness. Ozzie is running a bit late with work in the factory. He will call for you when he is ready, though I do apologize for the wait."

"It's no trouble! Truly. I am glad He had time for me in His schedule at all."

"Would you like anything during your wait?"

"No, please don't mind me. I'm quite alright."

"As you wish. Call for me, should any need arise. I am here to at least somewhat ease your wait."

The owl prince considered this, his four eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He did have a question, but he didn't know if it would be rude to ask the blood-line imp or not.

"Does... does Prince Asmodeus often part with his crystals?"

"That depends. It is a case by case basis, but unless he has a particular dislike- or if his 'business' partner Fizz has a particular dislike- for the one benefiting, he typically can be convinced. I will give warning, however, Fizzarolli is out of the Lust Ring currently and in the Greed Ring. His Highness can get... curt... when He is worried, and as it is the Greed Ring, He is very worried. Should you hear the sound of a frog ringtone, it is likely He will end the discussion there as the one messaging Him has greater value over most, myself included."

Stolas asked no more questions, simply nodding and taking the advice to heart. Thus carried on the next four hours.

The next activity shift came with the rumbling roar of a furious Asmodeus. An event that could likely only be triggered by one thing; something happened to Fizz.

The information was easy to gather based on the sudden appearance of a lawyer demanding to an audience with Ozzie. The demon had far too much arrogance for your liking and you knew he wouldn't live long if Ozzie had anything to say about it.

The task was now simple; Find Fizz and retrieve the likely scattered or equally kidnapped Quieves. Fizz was the priority, then Princess, then the others. The loss of one being unforgivable but the loss of Fizz being a death sentence. Her very life hung in the balance, but such was life serving a Sin.

Princess was the easiest to find as she was the one with enough sense to return to The Jizzlord limo with Fizz suddenly taken. Precious, Honey, and Flower had the sense to follow Princess back to the limo. The driver wouldn't allow it to be stolen without first giving his life to defend it. The other five were not hard to find as they luckily stayed together. With the nine rounded up, The Jizzlord was sent back to the Lust Ring with the pups in tow.

All that was left was finding Fizz. Tracking him was difficult with the fact that not a trace was left and several hours had passed since he was snatched. Luckily his cybernetic limbs had tracers in them just for the situation of potential kidnapping. It took some time to get to the specified location, dodging and ending those who sought to rob her. The only thing that did manage to stall her was an unusual Wrath Ring imp, identifiable by the more snake-like qualities he carried.

She stopped because he stood outside the building Fizz's cybernetic trackers were, so either they removed his limbs, or he was inside.

The imp himself looked like he was frustrated- or perhaps he always looked that way- and he was grumbling something about an apparent 'hick-for-hire'. Once his eyes landed on her's though, he completely changed.

At first, he seemed to slightly grin upon seeing a female imp approaching. Then his ringed eyes flicked up to her forehead and that smirk turned into a sneer. He seemed to go between her chest and her brand before settling on her eyes with that apparent glare on his face.

"Well, lookie here. Another fuckin' disgrace to imp kind; not a purse dog but the fucking purse itself. A bit far from your Ring, eh blue-bitch?"

A typical insult used by most anti-royal demons so it had little effect, not that anything he said really could get a rise out of her. The few things that riled her only made her more stone-cold as opposed to how she was typically emotionally open with her Prince and Fizz. When she worked, there was only the goal ahead, her feelings be damned.

"Yes," he frowned at her response but she continued, "I am an absolute disgrace to imps everywhere, because I chose to be born into my famil- wait. No. Didn't do that. I certainly decided to serve a royal- no, wait. Wrong again, I was born and raised for the sole purpose for serving. Well how about being responsible for my parents deciding to- no, they were born into it too. Hmm," her voice was now clearly dripped a serious kind of sarcasm, one of her brows lifting just a twitch, "seems like I am just a bred-to-serve blood-line imp! So if anything, I am serving my intended purpose. You, on the other hand..."

The snake imp hissed and his tail went off with a rattle, his sneer becoming a snarl. His eyes narrowed, the yellow in them glowing with simmering rage. He rest his hand on the holstered pistol on his hip.

"I'm what, blue-bitch? Tell me. Make my fuckin' day."

"You are no better than me. Working for royals and royal-wannabes? Goetia? You talk like you hate them and want them all gone, but you are as dependent on them as I am dependent on my Prince. At least my leash gets to be diamond encrusted, your's can be that rope you're carrying. It doesn't work to help you, only your benefactors."

One glowing yellow eye twitched as he debated on shooting the Royal's bitch point blank, but he still heard her words clearly. They made an annoying amount of sense and he hated that. Before he could decide what to do, the sound of a ruckus going on inside drew his attention. Of course he was expected to show up as he was hired by the mobster in charge, so he decided to break off the stand-off. It sure as hell didn't mean he quit or conceded but he was needed elsewhere.

Striker's distraction from her and quick entry into the building gave her a quick look inside. It appeared that Fizz and Blitzo- someone Fizz hated for betraying him- were talking while dealing with those inside. From what she learned of Blitzo, he now went by Blitzø and was well known for killing with efficiency and skill. Fizz was no fighter, but he seemed to actually be enjoying the talk and mending burned bridges.

The mission is no longer save Fizz, but let Fizz be saved by his childhood friend turned enemy. He was in good hands.

Of course, a car would be acquired and brought to wherever Fizz wound up once leaving the warehouse. He could at least be brought back to Ozzie safely and all would once again be at peace.

The wait was not long, but the scene met up on arrival was rather shocking. There was fire everywhere and it seemed like Fizz was actually hugging Blitzø. From what she could tell, they made up thanks to the situation they were in together. She walked up, looking up at the two and wondering how she was going to get them down.

But, first things first;

"Your highness Fizzarolli, are you alright?"

"Woah, holy shit, Syren? Is Ozzie okay?"

"Highness Ozzie is being extorted for your safe return. I am here to try and prevent that from taking place. Luckily, the arrogant lawyer is trying to drag it out and make Him distraught so He has not agreed to anything yet."

It was then his friend spoke up, looking between her and Fizz.

"Wait a damn second, who is this hoe?"

"She's Ozzie's main blood-line imp, Syren. She kinda runs everything for Ozzie other than big stuff and she is the one Ozzie and I trust most!"

"Shit, I knew blood-line imps were a thing, but damn, didn't think I'd meet one outside of a fucking Sin's palace."

"Yeah! She-"

"Does this mean you can fuck her whenever you want?"

"Well, I mean, technically- damn it, Blitzo! Stop! Now let's get off this damn thing, I want to go home."

Syren sighed in relief and caught the jester as he jumped down into her arms, letting Blitzø climb down on his own. The car was ready and waiting for the pair as she returned to the driver's seat, headed back to the Ring transport to return to Lust. Both imps actually seemed relaxed in the company of one another despite the history Fizz claimed them to have.

"So, Fizz, what makes her special, hm? Why her and not one of the horny-rooster's succu-bitches?"

"Do you really not know what blood-line imps are?"

"Well," he sounded like he was making excuses now, "of course I do! I want to see if you know."

"Uh-huh, sure. Her family has worked for Ozzie since hell was formed! Most Sins have a preference for how their blood-line imps look, and Ozzie likes them to be more pink, not red like Lucifer or tan like Satan. Blood-line imps are bred to be strong but not very aggressive, so they can do whatever their Sin needs them to without getting all worked up. Ozzie says their horns are also supposed to be blunt and not pointed like most imps."

"Yeah, but why? Why do all this shit for an imp that can just be hired?"

"Because any hired imp can turn if they feel like it. Blood-line imps are born, raised, and bred to be loyal to their Sin without fail. Can't just hire any imp to take care of vital operations, need a blood-line imp to actually do the job without being corrupt as fuck."

"An imp that isn't corrupt? I'll believe it when I fucking see it."

"Syren knows about... about me and Ozzie. She hasn't told anyone but she treats me like she does Ozzie; like a royal. I'm sure demons try to convince or buy information from her, but she doesn't ever say a word about us to anyone."

She remained silent during the conversation, her forehead brand being enough to get her through to the Sin-exclusive transportation, so they didn't even have to get out of the car before they were back on Lust's roads and headed to Ozzies.

"Highness, can Blitzø find his way back on his own, or does he need an escort to his home ring?"

"Eh, Blitzo can just take the car from Ozzie's. Can you take me right to Ozzie when we get there?"

"Anything for you, highness."

Parking in front of Ozzie's was usually enough of a crime in the Lust Ring to get you jailed, but once they saw Syren, they quickly let the group be. Fizz said his farewells and Blitzø took the car to head back to his Ring. As requested, Syren led Fizz straight to Ozzie's office. From inside, the distinct snarl of an angry Ozzie put some pep in Fizz's step as he hurried in to soothe the Sin.

Not long after Fizz entered the office, prince Stolas emerged. He seemed amused, or perhaps vaguely smug as he left the office.

"Hello again, prince Stolas. Would you like transportation to your manor or will you be handling that yourself?"

"I can handle it. Thank you for your help, little one."

The sudden scream of terror from inside the office told Syren and Stolas that the arrogant lawyer demon was no more. Ozzie was not gentle when it came to revenge for His favorite jester and the sounds from His office made that clear. Syren gave a polite bow to the Goetia and returned to her duties, waiting for another call from Ozzie or Fizz.

When the two emerged from the office, she followed along silently as an ever present shadow of the Sin himself. She even smirked at the fear the succubi and incubi showed when Ozzie made an obvious threat should anyone think they want to go to the news about seeing Fizz and Ozzie together. Their room had already been cleaned and prepared for the two in anticipation of their arrival, Syren stopping and posting up by the door.

"Wait, Oz, the babies! I left them! What if they're scared and lost? And Princess is-"

"I have gathered up and ensured the safe return of all Quieves. They are a bit shaken from their ordeal, but I have been informed that they are tucked in and sleeping comfortably now."

"Whew! Thank fuck for that!"

"Upon hearing of the ransom, I made sure to go to Greed and gather them up. Princess is very smart and made her way back to the Jizzlord by herself."

It was then Ozzie gave a happy smile, nuzzling the top of Fizz's head affectionately.

"See babe? Everything is okay. Let me take care of you Fizzie-Frog."

"Oz..."

The evening carried on as most evenings did with just the two, quietly. Ozzie fixed the hand-crafted cybernetics Fizz used so happily and it was clear Fizz was thrilled to have his limbs back. He bounced and flipped with joy, seeming quite relaxed now that he was finally back with his Ozzie.

"The new tube of 'Loob' is in your bedside drawer, Your Highness."

"Good work as always, Ren dear."

"Happy to help, Prince Ozzie."

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I really wanted to do some art, however I'm currently busy with college so I won't be posting anytime soon. :(

For now, enjoy this sketch of our beloved Ozzie with his first crush Sarah I did a little while back (during holidays idk).

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Good luck with the recalibration 💕 a two word prompt instead of three: workplace shenanigans

i love a robin and eddie dynamic where anyone that doesn't know better would think they hate each other so bad but all their friends are like theyre literally obsessed with each other your honor

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The bell over the door sparks for the first time all day and it makes for an immediate scrabble. Magazine pages flapping, the hollow drag of the chain on his jeans scraping off the front counter. He draws himself upright, a glancing pain up his spine and down the tight skin of his side.

Chin angled toward the defaced name tag affixed to his chest, Eddie clears his throat and musters a, "Welcome to The Record Emporium what's...spinning today," that's laced with only negligible levels of disdain. He sighs under his breath, eyebrows ratcheting covertly up behind his fringe.

His manager's a gem, all things considered, her only vice the religious fervor she holds for the stupid opening line. It's like she can tell when he doesn't do it. Growing up with Wayne's old union stories he'd think she has the place wired, but life lessons since learned, he's not above considering it some kind of preternatural echolocation. Or maybe their customer-base is just skewed toward narcs.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," comes Robin's voice across the store. Pitched slightly higher, vowels drawn out, but unmistakably hers. "Do you have anything with a like, stupidly long guitar solo in the middle?"

"Fresh out," he demures with apologetic hands fanned wide. "Anything else?"

They--because Eddie never doubted it was anything but the package deal--come around the corner grinning, only to remember it gives the game away all too quick. Steve schools his face fastest, notching an elbow on Robin's shoulder and tipping his head toward hers for quick conference. He comes out on the other side with: "What about one of the ones if you play it backwards you can hear Ozzy's grocery list?"

Be still thy traitorous heart. Eddie tips onto his elbows, which are so potently numb they don't feel like his at all, and clasps his hands, twiddling his thumbs absently. "Mm, no can do. Boy George's grocery list, if you're lucky. And for the lady, a fine selection of real music, aisle five."

She sketches a curtsy with the hem of her oversized blazer, something jangling ominously in one of the pockets; she doesn't look skittish, so Eddie figures live and let live. "Let me know when the coast is clear," she orders with a lazy salute off the brow before peeling off for the vending machine.

Eddie notches his chin atop his hands, rings digging into the underside of his chin, the soft skin of his throat. But he's unaffected, nonchalant, even. Workday visit from the boyfriend, totally in bounds, such is the illustrious life of one town freak and his geeks. If he can feel his heartbeat all the way in his teeth, who's to know.

He flicks his brows up in question. "So, to what do I owe the distinct pleasure of a visit from the wonder twins on this fair Monday? I can't clock out before three or Heather's gonna kick my ass. So, y'know, any world-saving 's gonna have to wait for the factory bell to toll."

Steve shakes his head, huffing a little laugh. "I haven't even heard from the little shits today." Snagging something from his back pocket, he waggles it once, twice, and tosses it over. "I just figured you might need that."

Eddie only fumbles it a little, so maybe the whole shacking up with a jock does something for hand-eye coordination that gym class never did. The brief flash of congratulatory vigor sputters and dies a coward's death when he finally registers the who and what of the cracked black leather caught between his palms.

Any clever entendre is choked off in his groan. "You're kidding," he mutters, the crooks of his ears feeling suspiciously, disastrously hot. It's muscle memory that makes him thumb the seam and flick it open, eyes scanning from the frayed ticket stub peeking out of one of the card slots to the shitty photo on his I.D. he's still got two years with.

Steve folds his arms on the counter, clearly happy to be on the other side for once, and glances at Eddie out of the corner of his eye, a shit-eating grin winning the fight of neutrality. "If you wanted a call back, you didn't have to leave your wallet in my backseat."

His flush snakes down--up?--tangling with the scars along his throat, and a small, pleased smile curves at the corner of his lips. "Fuck off, man. No fuckin' way has anyone ever actually done that to y--" He breaks off in face of the baleful, almost pained expression Steve makes.

"Seriously?" Eddie sputters, tossing his head back in laughter. "Jesus, and I'm getting all this for free."

The lines by Steve's eyes crinkle when he smiles then, and Eddie considers hanging up the whole inquisition and hauling him into one of the security camera blindspots for a brief reminder of what got them here in the first place. But there's something itching at him still and he's a junkyard dog with a bone at the best of times. He tips the wallet back and forth between his hands, absentmindedly weighing it.

"Tell me it was in the floorboard, at least."

"Robin was looking for her retainer case, or something. I don't know, she didn't exactly stop for detail." Steve looks at Eddie full-on then, all windswept and easy. Pulling off unaffected and nonchalant with decided precision because he's a bastard. "Which she didn't even find. That," and finally, finally he has the decency to look at least faintly abashed, marginally sympathetic to Eddie's plight. "Was between the seats."

A few things connect for Eddie then--the off-balance weight in his hands, the rattle in her pocket, the thump of the vending machine--and he's scrambling over the counter before most of it has time to lodge permanent residence. His belt buckle scrapes the Formica, and his sneakers crinkle the open face of his notebook, and it's all plenty of warning for Robin before he ever even yelps, "Buckley!" as he tumbles to the floor. "Quit pilfering my change--and don't give me that 'I'm poor' shit, it doesn't work on me!"

"I make seventy cents for your dollar, Munson, you can buy me a soda for my emotional damages," she shoots back, leaning around the corporate-approved 'employee picks' display with a can of RC at her lips. Jesus, she can't even use his hard-earned quarters for good. "That was the all-clear, right? I just want to be clear, because if I have to see you two, like, debauching each other in clearance I'm letting the next demo-creature eat my face, okay?"

"Clearance?" Eddie tuts, scuttling close enough to shove a hand in the nearest pocket of her blazer, fingers glancing off paper scraps and what his passing grade in shop tells him is a screw. "I'd at least debauch your boy in view of full MSRP. I'm a courteous suitor. Respectful."

She makes exaggerated gagging noises as one of her long-fingered hands swats what of him she can reach. Wrist, shoulder, forehead. "You're an asshole," she tells him, all kinds of fondness behind it.

He grins. "Yeah? That's the way you like 'em, anyway."