#//because deep down ozzie is a softie

[incorrectfizzarozzie]

Fizz: Hey, babe- whoa. Ozzie: *watching tv, crying softly* Fizz: Did the documentary mention another bird that mates for life? Ozzie: *nodding, weeping*

[shiroisotto64]

I absolutely love ALL your headcannons for Ozzie and Fizz sharing a S/O. If it's not a problem can you make HCs for a day in the life with them? :D

CHAOTIC

- I feel like they’re deep sleepers. you could or probably do wake up first. And if you do enjoy the silence. You’ll wake up on ozzies chest with his and fizzarolli’s arms wrapped around you. But when they finally do wake up you’ll be smothered with kisses. But you’ll be dragged into the kitchen.

- once you get downstairs you have to stay alert I’m talking 24 hour surveillance type shit. Why you ask? Because they’re gonna cook of course. 🗿 now you see how I said they’re? Yeah. Regularly you’d be fine if it was just fizz makin breakfast he’s a decent cook but ozzie’s ass wanted to help so. Good luck.

- well if you stopped the house from burning down then after you eat you’re food you’d all take a bath. fizz is blowing bubbles everywhere and splashing the water around. While Ozzie just sits back watches with a smile on his face ( big softie 👩🏽‍🦯 ).

- you’d all get dressed and then you’d head out it depends on the day or what date you all had planned. And yes you guys would mostly go on dates in the day since ozzie’s is a nightclub. you can end up anywhere from a buffet , a private beach , a bowling ally , etc.

- once you got home you all would get dressed and ready for the shift / check in on the club. Now it’s 50/50 sometimes yall can either have a amazing time and nothing went wrong or shit like the M & M situation happens.

- you all came home and clean up again. Now if Ozzie had a bad then than you and fizz will try to cheer him up via a silly lil dance , a blowjob , anything can happen dont be surprised. 🧎🏽‍♀️

- but if fizz was the one to have a bad day he wants cuddles. He’s like a spoiled child and he’ll pout and fuss when if he doesn’t get what he wants within a few minutes.

- karaoke nights are also fun asf. It’s been multiple times where y’all have come back and sang your hearts out. And they both get so giddy when you get into the song and just go off. They love to see you having fun and enjoying yourself.

- not long after though fizz is gonna drag everyone to bed. He’s tired and wants to go to sleep and once Ozzie lays you all down on his soft and comfortable ass bed then you and fizz will be out in minutes dw.

I JUST WOKE DONT MIND MY WRITTING

[chelledoggo]

Bringing Me Back (An Oswald The Lucky Rabbit/Softwald AU fanfic)

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit enjoys a relaxing meditation session led by his softer interdimensional counterpart, until a traumatic event from his past starts rushing back to him.

Notes: mostly fluffy hurt/comfort friendship oneshot based on my Soft Oswald AU, featuring Softwald and Canon!Oswald. Epic Mickey spoilers.

Content Warnings: depiction of PTSD-like symptoms

“Just listen to your breath...Feel it circulate through you...In slowly...Out slowly...”

It was another calm summer night. Oswald would often journey through the magic mirror in his house to visit a friend he had made some time back. A softer, quieter version of himself that he'd dubbed “Softwald,” or sometimes “Softy” for short.

Softwald was a lot like his cartoon counterpart, and yet also very different. He had softer, paler fur. He only spoke in whispers. Where as Oswald was louder and more energetic, Softwald prefered a quiet, comofrtable life with his equally soft version of Ortensia. But he was extremely empathetic and loved helping people feel better. For him, Oswald was an especially meaningful case. He'd been helping him cope through his emotional distress since the events of the Blot Wars. Both Oswalds found a true friend in one another as a result.

Tonight was one of their meditation nights. Softwald had been teaching Oswald meditation in order to help him center himself when things in his life became uncertain. Oswald was a bit hesitant at first, but he found himself really enjoying these sessions.

The room they were in was almost completely dark, save for a small scented candle in between them. The only sounds present were the those of a small zen pebble fountain, their slow, yogic breathing, and the occasional whispered narration from Softwald. They both sat comfortably in lotus position on thick, fluffy cushions.

Inside Oswald's mind, he was simply floating in a soft, warm light of nothingness. No thoughts, no fears, no worries...Just peace. It was “his center,” as Softwald would call it. Oswald just allowed himself to exist in this space as he felt his breath fill and empty his lungs like a warm, gentle breeze.

Suddenly, everything became dark. Oswald felt the warmth of his center fading away as an icy cold chill came over him.

“No...Oh, Walt, no...Please...Not again,” the words echoed in his head.

The scene suddenly faded into view in front of him. He was standing atop Mickeyjunk Mountain, just as he had on that fateful day. To his left, he saw his Ortensia, standing her ground. Above him, the looming, apocalyptic form of the Blot.

Oswald tried to open his eyes. He tried to move his muscles. But he was stuck in this horrifying trance, as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis. The only thing he could manage to do is squeak out...

“S-Softy...”

He heard his own voice, or rather, the voice of his counterpart, whisper from what sounded like a few feet away.

“...Is it happening again?”

“Uh-huh...” Oswald choked out weakly.

“It's gonna be okay...Remember what I taught you, okay?...Don't interact with the memories...Just observe them calmly...Keep breathing...Slow...deep breaths...”

The all-too-familiar scene continued to play out in front of Oswald. Ortensia jumping in front to defend him from the Blot before being sucked into the Jug. Oswald desperately grabbing for her hands to pull her back, but to no avail. Ortensia shrieking “Ozzie, Quick! The cork!” as her paint was being drained out of her body.

Oswald tried to detatch himself.

“Calm...Calm...Calm...”

He repeated the mantra in his head as these events played out in front of him, trying his best to even out his breathing again.

But then...He saw her...

Ortensia.

Or rather, her inert shell, frozen in agony for what he would believe to be forever.

His breaths turned into sobs, but try as he might, he couldn't open his eyes and wake up from it.

“O-Ortensia...N-no...Sh-she's...”

He suddenly felt something warm and soft wrap around him, although he couldn't see it.

“Hey...” Softwald's voice was now whispering directly in his right ear. “The Blot is gone now, right? Gone for good?”

Oswald nodded slowly, trying to keep a hold of himself.

Softwald continued. “...And it's because you and Mickey defeated him, right? Do you remember that?”

“Y-yeah...” Oswald replied weakly.

“Can you tell me how it happened?”

Oswald concentrated for a moment. The scene suddenly changed.

Oswald was now standing in the center of Mean Street. He looked up in the direction of Dark Beauty Castle, where the dazzling display would soon begin.

The Blot begain expanding, its nightmarish face twisting in pain, until it finally exploded in a gigantic splash of the paint and thinner it was borne of.

Sparkling fireworks shot into the air from the Blot's collapsing shell, lighting up the bleak Wastelandian sky over the castle like a nighttime show at a certain theme park.

He saw himself, Ortensia's shell, Mickey, and Gus, zooming through the air on the waves of the exploding rockets.

It was coming back to him.

“Mickey...He jumped in to save us...He loosened the Blot's grip on his heart...So I could set off the fireworks around the castle and destroy the Blot once and for all...”

“That's right,” Softwald whispered affirmingly. “What happened next?”

Just then, Oswald saw the memory of himself hurdling towards Mean Street, landing face down in the pavement.

He saw himself get up, watching as paint rained down from the sky, restoring all the inert toon in Wasteland, and returning it to its former glory.

The memory of himself walked over to a ditch in the pavement next to him, where the inert shell of Ortensia had landed. Drops of paint were showering down onto her, restoring her color and animating her once again.

She stood up, examining her surroundings for a bit. She then turned around, her face lighting up at the sight of her hero. She jumped into his arms again for the first time in decades. They were finally together again.

Oswald, in the present moment, finally replied.

“She...she was brought back...We saved her...”

Softwald's hushed voice affirmed once again.

“That's right. So, do you know where Ortensia is now?”

The scene changed one final time. Oswald was now hovering over the living room in his own home. It was as if he was watching the going-ons of his house in real time.

There, he saw Ortensia, asleep on the couch, smiling contentedly, with several Bunny Children snuggled up around her.

Oswald felt warm tears of relief run down his face.

“She's home...She's with the kids...She's...She's safe...”

“That's right...” Softwald's comforting voice replied. “She's safe...And it's all thanks to you...She's gonna be okay from now on...and so will you...Just breathe...Breathe...”

Oswald was overcome with a deep, warm, sense of peace. His mind became quiet, and he found himself once again able to return to his center.

He half-opened one eye, and looked to his side.

He saw Softwald leaning over with his arms wrapped around him. He'd been holding Oswald and whispering in his ear throughout his flashback. He was the warm, soft feeling that he couldn't identify before.

Oswald closed his eyes once again.

“Thanks, Softy...” He said with a serene smile as he drifted back into a meditative state.

“...For bringing me back.”