#Factory Fizzy
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So I've been playing around with the idea of making an ask blog for my fizzbot ocs (I'm not sure if there's an interest, but hey..), and for that, I wanted to update my fizzies' group picture with all their updated designs and what not, so I can more easily list them!
As always, we've got...
Factory Fizzy [FF-8842] || Loo Loo Fizzy [Pinwheel]
Doctor Fizzy [Doc] || The Manager || Therapist Fizzy [Thizzy]
Caretaker Fizzy [Ginger] || Undertaker Fizzy [Mortis] || Maid Fizzy [Mizzy]
Watch out for the blog âĄ
#helluva boss#hb#robo fizz#fizzbot#fizzbot ocs#fizzybot#robot fizzarolli#loo loo fizzy#doctor fizzy#therapist fizzy#maid Fizzy#caretaker Fizzy#undertaker fizzy#the manager#manager fizzy#Factory Fizzy#fizzy bot#fizzy ocs#fizzy bot ocs#ocs#fizz bot#Doc#Thizzy#Pinwheel#Mizzy#Ginger#Mortis#Manager#FF-8842
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Hey Fizzies! Did you come with those colors originally or changed them later on?
$ â As for myself, I used to look just like the standard fizzbot, save for a decorative monocle to show that I was an office-model. I've changed pretty much everything about myself since then. Being the manager has its perks.
#fizzbot#robo fizz#fizzy ocs#hb#helluva boss#ahead of the curve [ the manager ]#the doctor will see you now [ doc â doctor fizzy ]#hands so cold with a heart of gold [ ff-8842 â factory fizzy ]#seeing red [ ginger â caretaker fizzy ]#answers
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I decided to draw all the fizzies [+ @rollinpinwheel ] in their preferred casual outfits, the kind of clothes they'd not wear while out working (which some of them are able to do, while others never will)
Individual art, along with some notes, can be found here:
⥠Doctor+Therapist ⥠Caretaker ⥠Maid ⥠Factory ⥠Undertaker ⥠Loo Loo ⥠Manager âĄ
#into the filing cabinet [ my art ]#like a cheshire cat i think that you are just a grin [ doctor fizzy ]#sorry i wasn't listening [ therapist fizzy ]#have you seen my son [ caretaker fizzy ]#call me baby doll [ maid fizzy ]#we work to earn the right to work [ factory fizzy ]#the last man standing in our sinister charade [ undertaker fizzy ]#you should've read the fine print my friend [ manager fizzy ]#pinwheel tag pending
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Why did I make this
#oompa loompa#gene wilder#artist alley#willy wonka#wonka#willy wonka and the chocolate factory#you stole fizzy lifting drink
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ŕłââˇAbout Me & My Blog.ŕłŕż
â Haiii!! :D I'm Michael, but I'm also known by a few other names as well! Including but not limited to-- the alternative spelling Mikhael, Mike, Meek, Yami, Cola and Light Bulb!
[I am 9teen years old!]
â My Ask Box is [OPEN] and so are my DMs(talk to me PLEASE)
[If anyone wants to collab on anything hmu I love collabs đ]
This blog is just kind of a chill place for me to post, but I also have ongoing projects that have their own tags! What I'm working on right now changes frequently, but I'll put a masterlist under the break of tags I post my (mostly fan)project stuff under!
Fizzy's Factory [Dandy's World Fangame]
[Ongoing]
#skytrinket studios
#fizzys factory
#FFDW
#fizzys factory dandys world Into The Woods [UTMV Fic Project]
[Ongoing]
#into the woods utmv
#itw utmv
#itw refs
My Art [Original And Fan]
[Ongoing Obv Lol]
#mikhael's art stuff
ParaSwap AU [UTMV Concept]
[Semi-Ongoing, Story Concepting]
#paraswap au
#parasite swap
#parasite swap sans
#au#utmv#alternate universe#sans#art#fanfic#undertale#fanfiction#artist#artists on tumblr#fanartist#writing#drawing#story#story planning#fanfiction writer#masterlist#i'll keep this updated#paraswap au#mikhael's art stuff#into the woods utmv#theflyingcosmos#itw refs#fizzys factory#ffdw#fizzys factory dandys world#skytrinket studios
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Losing my mind over the Wagstaff short but I have seen ppl shit on him for leaving the guy to get crushed so like⌠what did yâall expect him to do??
The man was pinned under what was probably several hundred pounds of rubble- and the other stuff fell before Wagstaff could even get that close!! There was nothing he couldâve done!!! The guy was fucked regardless imo
#Also this was when Wagstaff was still relatively young so itâs not like he couldve pulled out a gadget or smth#fizzy rambles#dst#dst wagstaff#number 1 wagstaff defender#like yes heâs awful but half of what yâall blame him for is Not Actually His Fault!!!#he couldnât have known Webberâs dad would be negligent and let his kid have easy access to a specimen!#WX wanted to murder all humans and probably got violent w/ him bcs of it!#he is 100% responsible for the factory incident tho
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it's funny cause I think I got my kinks and stuff from the fizzy lifting drinks scene moreso than the violet one, but in the end its a mix of both I think. Willy Wonka really got us all, huh.
Haha, yeah, Willy Wonka really did get us all! And then when we grew up we were like, "oh I'm not a weirdo after all?!"
Oh, fizzy lifting drinks. Interesting!
#blueberry expansion#body expansion#body inflation#belly expansion#blueberry inflation#fat belly#female belly#violet beauregarde#water bloat#belly bloating#bloated stomach#inflateme#inflated belly#violetbeauregarde1971#adult violet beauregarde#violet beauregarde 1971#willy wonka and the chocolate factory#willy wonka#fizzy lifting drinks#shes blowing up#blowing up like a balloon#blowing up
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UPDATED BLITZO HORSIE COMP FOR S2E8 I FUCKIN GUESS
#helluva boss#horsie comp#yall this one was faster paced but hoo boy it hurt a lil#i have so many thoughts about the plot that wont fit in tags but visually?#visually i think we might have been upgraded since hazbin released so thats fun#also FIZZY LOOKS SO MUCH HAPPIER#i was obsessed with the bg music the first time we saw ozzies factory and now i am once again sad that we dont have official releases-#-of more of the background music#anyway AAAAAAAAAAA
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here's what you're gonna do. you're gonna go to the WONKA FACTORY. you're gonna get some FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS.
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Factory!Fizzy and Office!Fizzy from my "The Fine Print" comic âĄ
F!Fizzy's colours are more muted to save money on materials, no need to be fun to look at when you're just meant to build Fizzys all day
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Shipping Out
Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Drinking, smoking, public sex, smut. Word count: ~1.5k
Summary: Just trust me on this one, and read all the way to the end.
Author's note: A little birthday treat for @bottlesandbarricades. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.
The pub is crowded and noisy, the humidity of the air making her carefully coiffed curls cling to the back of her neck with perspiration. Itâs not often that she frequents this side of Manchester, but the change of scenery is a refreshing switch of pace to the monotony of everyday life. Laughter, music and the clinking of glasses is preferable to the whir of the factory sewing machines.
She taps her red lacquered nails against the wood of the bar, wrinkling her nose at the stickiness of the wooden surface beneath her palm. If the frequency with which itâs wiped down is any indication of the attentiveness of the barkeep then sheâs in for a long wait for a drink.
Sighing, she fishes her cigarette case from her handbag, flipping it open and plucking one out. No sooner has she placed it between her lips than a hand is clicking a flame to life before the end of it, turning it a glowing cherry red. She casts her gaze upwards through the steady plume of smoke, met by twinkling blue eyes and a cocky smirk, as the chivalrous stranger deposits his lighter back into his trouser pocket and regards her with a tip of his head.
âThanks,â she says with an easy smile, taking the smoke between her fingers and exhaling a tight line of vapour up towards the ceiling.
âDonât mention it,â he replies with a wink. âWhatâs a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?â
God, thatâs a terrible line.
She bites back a laugh, and decides to humour him. âTrying to get a drink, service in here is awful though.â
He purses his lips, eyes raking over her from head to toe, before nodding. âCanât be having that.â Slapping a hand against the bartop, he calls out, âOi! My lady friend and I are dying of thirst over here! Anyone serving?â
She raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but doesnât have to wait long until a middle aged, irritated looking woman makes her way around the corner to the pair of them and grumpily takes their order. Sheâs long since finished her cigarette by the time the glasses are placed heavily down in front of them.
He doesnât even ask what she wants to drink; she ends up with a gin and tonic, while he has a pint. Itâs what she would have ordered anyway, but the bold presumption unsettles her regardless.
Sipping her drink, she relishes in the way the fizzy bitterness envelopes her tongue as she takes in what heâs wearing; navy blue slacks and a matching long sleeved smock, with a white striped collar.
âShouldnât you be on a boat somewhere, sailor?â
He grins, setting his glass down on a dog eared beer mat. âJust so happens Iâve been given a night of shore leave. I ship out again tomorrow.â
âLucky me,â she says with a coy smile.
âIf you play your cards right you might be.â
Thereâs that smirk again. She watches as he takes out a packet of Lucky Strike, perching one between his lips before offering one to her. She gratefully accepts, and heâs quick to light it for her, before doing the same to his own.
Every table is full, but she doesnât mind, sheâs content just to prop up the bar with him, ignoring the ache of her feet as they lapse into effortless conversation. Heâs handsome, if a little overeager and she pays rapt attention as he entertains her with stories of his time aboard the HMS Exeter.
Sheâs on her third gin and tonic of the evening when he leans in to whisper to her.
âSo, I might not see another woman for months after tonight. You gonna help me make it one to remember?â
Feeling her cheeks heat up, she giggles softly. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âOh, Iâm sure weâll find a way for you to thank me for my loyal service to our country,â he tells her, taking her hand and leading her out of the pub.
Allowing the gin to fuel her confidence, before she can change her mind, she lets him guide her outside. Even met with the sobering chill of the night air, she offers up no protest when he pulls her into the ginnel, the brickwork biting into her back as he pushes her up against the wall and captures her lips with her.
Itâs a messy kiss, moist and desperate with need. He tastes of beer and tobacco as she welcomes his tongue against her own with parted lips, her fingertips sliding over the breadth of his shoulders and up into the cropped softness of his sandy coloured hair.
Pressing tighter against her, he groans appreciatively, mouth moving from hers to travel a path across her jaw and down her neck, as his hands find their way up her skirt. One teases the top of her stocking while the other presses against her clothed core, making her gasp.
His touch is hurried, not as thorough as sheâd like, yet she feels a growing stickiness between her thighs regardless. The warmth of his fingers and lips against her makes her feel desired, and she is lightheaded, almost giddy, to see the effect sheâs having on him.
Instinctively, she parts her legs wider as he dips beneath her knicker elastic, stroking eagerly through her folds.
âChrist, youâre soaked,â he rasps against the shell of her ear, âbet youâd let me fuck you right here, if I wanted, wouldnât you?â
She bites her bottom lip, stifling her quiet whimper as his strokes against her cause her to throb. âPleaseâŚâ
âSince you asked nicelyâŚâ He pulls back, blue eyes dark with intent as he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt, lowering his trousers and briefs just enough to free his erection.
Even in the darkness of the alleyway she can see that heâs thick and heavy, and he pumps lazily at himself, while his free hand reaches into his pocket.
âLeave that,â she tells him, as she spots the foil of the sheath wrapper.
He raises an eyebrow, pursing his lips as he stares at her. âYou sure?â
âYeah,â she whispers.
Thatâs all the confirmation he needs, slipping the packet away and surging forward. He pulls her underwear to the side, grasping the base of himself and pushes forcefully into her in one motion.
The movement knocks all the air from her lungs. Though she is wet, the public nature of their tryst leaves little time for him to prepare her fully, the luxury of time is not on their side, but in their desperation neither one of them cares. It stings, the fullness of him pushing against her, but itâs a pleasurable hurt.
Her breaths leave her mouth in shallow pants as he pistons his hips into her, lifting one of her legs to hook her thigh around his hip. She wraps her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he rocks into her, his forehead pushed up against hers.
âFilthy slut,â he grits out, âbet youâd let me do anything to you, wouldnât you?â
âY-yeahâŚâ she whines, feeling his fingers press tighter into the meat of her thigh.
His brow furrows, and he grunts, his pace becoming sloppy and erratic. While the ache builds steadily inside of her, she worries heâll finish before she does. The thought is fleeting, and as though heâs read her mind, the hand not gripping her thigh slips between them, fingers rubbing tight circles against her bud. She clenches around him, the added stimulation serving to intensify the tightening in her lower belly.
âThatâs it,â he mutters, âcome on.â
He pulsates inside of her, knocking against a spot that makes her tip over the edge suddenly, and she lets out a choked cry, a rolling wave of weightlessness travelling from her head to her toes. Her walls spasm around him and he pushes himself in to the hilt, a groan of relief escaping him as he spills himself inside of her.
They stay like that for a few moments, both catching their breath as their bodies relax. He grins as he pulls back slightly, before leaning in to pepper her face with soft, playful kisses.
âTommy!â She huffs a laugh, swatting at his shoulder.
He slips out of her, stepping back to tuck himself away and fasten his belt. âThought we werenât supposed to be using our names? Part of the fun was pretending we donât know each other.â
She scoffs, putting her gusset back into place as she feels his spend start to drip out of her, and smooths her skirt back down. âThink you ruined that when you ordered my drink without asking what I wanted. A stranger wouldnât know I like gin and tonic!â
Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, offering his arm for her to take. âRight, right. Well, Iâll remember for next time. Whatever you need for me to fulfill your fantasies.â
âRight now, my only fantasy is being at home in bed. That pub is horrible,â she tells him as they begin to walk down the street arm in arm.
âYou wanted the uniform. I wasnât gonna take us somewhere someone we know would see and take the piss.â
She laughs, gripping his arm tighter as she looks up at him. âWas fun though, wasnât it?â
He gazes down at her with hooded eyes as they continue to walk. âIâve had worse nights.â
#tom bennett x reader#tom bennett smut#tom bennett fan fiction#tom bennett x you#tom bennett x y/n#tom bennett imagine#tom bennett#ewan mitchell#tom bennett fanfiction#tom bennett fanfic#tom bennett fan fic#tom bennett world on fire#world on fire tom bennett#world on fire#world on fire fan fiction#world on fire fanfiction#world on fire fanfic#world on fire fan fic
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How did you think up each of your concept for your Robo Fizz OCs? Like go in-depth about the choices you made, why you chose their names and such. I want details.
Questions about the fizzies || Accpeting
Oh that's a juicy one⌠and lengthy too, let's see where we can start. This got so fucking long holy shit pick your fav section idk I'm so rambly-
The very first muse I made was Factory Fizzy, or FF-8842. I can say right away that their factory name, which is the only name they go by, doesn't actually mean anything! I just think it's cute, I really love the number 8. In hindsight, 42 I can make the argument being a subconscious nod to âA hitchhiker's guide to the galaxyâ, a book series I loved when I was a teen. 42 is the meaning of life, and FF-8842 is struggling to find the meaning of their life.
But most of all, Four-Two, or Fou-Too, just sounds cute.
They were originally made for a comic that I wanted to draw for the song The Fine Print by The Stupendium, sometimes I just get brainworms when I fixate, and I end up drawing lengthy comics to songs I like. I needed a fizzy to work in the Fizzy Factory for the song, so I made a fizzy with a simple design, clothes with no dyes, âhornsâ without fabric on them, basically a fizzy that didn't need to catch anyone's eye, nor drain resources and money. This is also why while they're quite strong, they're only 4â1â.
Now I play a lot on the idea of a fizzy that was created with a strong sense of self, of sentience, as soon as they were created. Usually it takes my fizzies a few years to reach sentience, if they ever do⌠but FF-8842 is a âdefectâ always at the verge of being scrapped for being too much of a free-thinker. This definitely evolved from the original comic, where they clearly do not possess the same distant look in their eyes as the other fizzies.
The second fizzy I made was The Manager. His name was originally just Office Fizzy, which I later weaved into his backstory instead. I actually asked my friends how I should refer to him, and they liked the simplicity of The Manager, and I think while it might be a little bit of a mouthful, it's oozes just what kind of person he is.
He is the Manager. He makes sure this clock is turned up and ticking.
For the comic, he was originally more of a guide for new fizzies, and of course the one doing the singing/talking in the comic, and if you want a good idea of what his inspiration was, look no further than the song itself. It's all there. Eventually Manager evolved into something different. He became, well, less someone handling the papers in an office, and more of an actual⌠manager, of the factory.
The idea to make it all Entirely fizzy-made tickled me, and so I tweaked his story a little bit, having him climb from an âOffice Fizzyâ, to being where he is now, so successful he even managed to alter his own design, which no fizzy of his model has done before⌠he even owns his own fizzies. Has businesses outside the factory (not to Mammon's knowledge but yknow-) making big cash and giving into greed because of the influence from Mammon, by simply being made in his image, and giving into it. A success story for the ages. He is a control-freak at this point though, to make sure he doesn't lose it all.
I also gave him an Australian accent because he's spending way too much time around Mammon. That's just a fun fact ⥠Also all the green and gold in his clothes also point to how closely he works with Mammon.
Mortis had his name change many times. He went from simply Undertaker, and I considered Morty Briefly⌠but decided against it real quick. I went with Mort for a while⌠but I just loved the way Mortis sounded. I know it's wormed into my brain because of Faith (don't ask me about the plot of that game I don't Know) but Mortis just felt Right. Mortis is the Latin noun for Death.
Mortis also came from The Fine Print. There's a section of the song that goes like this;
âIf you'd rather drop dead, that's fine
But you know that dropping down dead bears a fine
So you do your job and I'll do mine
I gotta meet a six-foot deep bottom lineâ
And I don't know, it just fired off my creative juices like⌠what if there was an undertaker fizzy? That'd be so cool⌠and so out there xhdbbd. I have always had a complicated relationship with death, so I enjoy writing morticians because of their various different ways to approach the subject. Mortis started off approaching it quite casually⌠It's hell after all, but the more I wrote him?
I got to put myself in his head and how he was thinking, his life-philosophy, how me having placed him in Wrath affected his outlook, and now he's become almost philosophical, now he's holding sermons in Satan's name and I believe he puts his own beliefs into them⌠and despite having such a sad job, and how he has to face such misery and grief every day⌠It's somehow helped him become the most at peace fizzy I've got. Because he understands life and death better than any other fizzy, while also getting to be on his own and expressing and exploring himself best a fizzy can.
He is heavily inspired by the Undertaker in The Backwater Gospel, who is quiet and non-threatening, but his mere presence is enough to send you into a panic.
Why is he here?
Whoâs going to die?
He's also heavily inspired by the YouTube channel Little Bubby Child since he's from Wrath and all. I will meme on him til the day I die.
Mizzy got her name from Maid Fizzy, you smoosh the names together you get Mizzy. For a while I also had Dolly as a suggestion, but it didn't really stick with my followers. So it's kinda become a nickname certain fizzies who knew her before the memory-wipe call her, like Thizzy and The Manager.
Mizzy was always meant to be a companion bot, I wanted a fizzy that actually did what the commercial advertised the fizzies to do. I made her a maid because I wanted to play around with her owner being a weeb, and I simply wanted to dress her up in cute little outfits that I knew a guy with his own companion bot would want to see. In time the idea of her once having belonged to Burnie Burnz, Fizzarolli's stalker, wormed itself into my brain⌠and the misery tripled from there.
I think it was because I wrote out a scene with a friend where I played him briefly before he got eaten by a sandworm (shoutout Beetlejuice the OG), and I recalled his line regarding the fizzies not getting him off right. I wondered what kind of shit a disgusting guy like him would even do to a fizzy if he planned on murdering Fizzarolli, so I, unfortunately, made Mizzy his fizzybot. The only solution was the memory wipe⌠and that's why she's so head empty most of the time. Her programming is protecting her from remnants at all times.
I really wanted to show how messed up the companion bot situation is with Mizzy, which is why she's been used sparingly. I love a good healing story though, so I've tried to bring her in more where she gets to regain her power and independence and tweaked her current owner to be a little less awful to give her a break⌠but still awful nonetheless. She's always ripe for fizzy-adoption.
Ginger has changed so much from the original concept. At first she was named Fuzzy, for a fussy fizzy. Then later when I switched up his design, opting for the red design in the commercial I thought looked neat as hell, I decided to go with Ginger instead. It just sounded right, all things considered.
Ginger started out as Fuzzy, who was heavily inspired by Sun from FNAF to be perfectly honest. I have 3 Sun OCs very near and dear to my heart, and I love writing anxious nervous wrecks⌠so that's what I did for a while. Eventually I leaned into him snapping more and more, running out of patience like Brandon Roger's Mom character, and as I wrote them in IC group chats, I realised more and more that Fuzzy was actually rarely if ever anxious⌠they were mostly stressed and Irritated.
And I was never happy with the original design⌠it was cute but didn't spark joy, it felt hasty. I spotted the design in the commercial I liked the most, and I remade everything.
Now Ginger is Something Else Entirely.
She's tired, he's pissed, he's at his wits end, and they're Dangerous if you look at them wrong. They became a Mama Bear, while also something of a Big Sister character⌠grumpy and with a resting bitch face⌠but a heart of gold below the surface.
I wanted to explore the fizzy for the kids and teens, the meaningless chores that fizzies have to perform for demons like carrying bags and making dinner and other kinds of butler-stuff, and just how straining tiring and meaningless it all felt, all while Also being a companion for the adults.. Despite Mizzy, Ginger has turned into the fizzy that's the absolute most disappointed with their lot in life, and hates Fizzarolli just about as much as Pinwheel. This is also why they are siblings in the human AU, they've got much in common.
Thizzy is simple. Therapist+Fizzy=Thizzy. Briefly he was called Shrinky, but I left it instead as a nickname he got from Doc, which he absolutely despises, because I could Not take it seriously.
Thizzy was taken from the commercial, I interpreted his neutral face as one of absolute indifference, and I figured this is Hell and this is Mammon so⌠originally he was meant to not give a ratâs ass about anybody, especially not his patients. However while writing my muse page for this blog, I had him write out short âprofilesâ for the other fizzies⌠and I thought Hey⌠what if he checked up on the fizzies too?
Now he's part of a larger process that The Manager runs where he checks up on the fizzies on the regular to make sure they're doing fine physically but also mentally (at least well enough to perform their tasks), and in time I found that Thizzy actually did careâŚ
He cared too much, which is why he tried to not care at all. Because the alternative was to let it all get to you⌠Despite not wanting to get involved, it's in his programming to do so, and he's got a good heart, albeit only metaphorically.
Now he's just so tired... and working in the Sloth Ring doesn't help this.
His relationship with Doc is the result of when he was still in his early years and just performed his tasks as he was programmed to do⌠and now he's stuck in this unhealthy toxic relationship where he has to make sure Doc is happy all the damn time. Luckily for him, he mostly is. At least as a robot-
Finally, Doc! Doc is easy enough, he's Doc because he's a doctor! I did consider Doccy but it reminded me of. Another word, so I backtracked bxhrhe. I worried it'd be too generic but⌠it just fits. He's Doc. Nothing else fits like Doc does âĄ
I just stared at the screen when Doctor Fizzy came on. Those colours. That Forced Grin, those soft little cheeks⌠that blank fucking stare. This was an unhinged doctor-character and I needed him in my life. My cringe, emo, deviantart-browsing, gore-loving, Higurashi-watching, Hatoful Boyfriend-playing, problematic teenage-self... they needed this.
He hasn't actually changed much at all. He was always inspired by those crazy doctors you see in anime, games and horror movies. Their silly giggles and the over the top surgeries and bone saws and all that stuff.. he's my horror and gore-character, for when I want to write a bit of this and that, which I do find a lot of fun.
I don't know what really made him as flamboyant as he is⌠I think just the nature of him being a crazy doctor character while also being a sex bot⌠and when I discovered the Bubblegum Coquette aesthetic- and in time I developed his relationship with Thizzy. His clinginess opened up the idea of how he's probably not got a lot of connections because of how âintenseâ he is, and while he's not quite as sentient as the rest⌠he's getting there, every time he reflects on how lonely he is.
His only way to connect with others was by keeping body parts of whomever he operated on, that was All he was ever able to get his hands on fair and square(?).. and he started getting unhealthily attached to those parts. Now he actively seeks them out because it's the only form of love and attachment he understands so far, and if he gets attached to people to a strong degree, there's a chance it turns into love/obsession, which will push him further into sentience, and so on now we have a yandere too.
Cringe.
But at least I'm free.
He's the perfect example of when a robot is Not taught how humans and emotions actually work, and now he's already registered what he knows as truths and facts.
Imma not cover Imposter too much cus really I just got inspired by that That's not my neighbour-song before I even knew there was a game, and I wanted to make a strong fizzy for quite some time, that could work as Manager's bodyguard to make him pose more of a threat than he did on his own. I loved the black and white aesthetic because of absolute neutrality, and my fiance mentioned that it looked like a pierrot and I was like Hell yeah accidental pierrot let's go-
They obviously has a bit of Ennard from FNAF in them, or the Mimic or whatever that new enemy is called... I think it's a pretty natural robot-plot device at this point. It is a fun bot to play in group chats where I can pretend to be my other muses and wait and see how long it takes my fellow muns to realise there's a question mark at the end of the tupper bot's username. It communicates through motions and clicks, sign language, when it isn't disguised, and is very mischievous and a troublemaker.. I dunno, the inspiration is "gremlin".
#input command [ asks ]#instruction manual [ hcs ]#see my name on the list? [ imposter fizzy ]#sorry i wasn't listening [ therapist fizzy ]#like a cheshire cat i think that you are just a grin [ doctor fizzy ]#call me baby doll [ maid fizzy ]#have you seen my son [ caretaker fizzy ]#the last man standing in our sinister charade [ undertaker fizzy ]#you should've read the fine print my friend [ manager fizzy ]#we work to earn the right to work [ factory fizzy ]#long post#this took. years
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 55
Part 1 Part 54
Alright, tell me whatâs going on with you.â Dr. Owens says, smiling down at Will all genially. Steve doesnât trust it. âTell me about this episode you had?â
Will shifts his eyes over to Steve, looking guilty and small. Steve reaches out across his own bed to grab Willâs hand, squeezing lightly until he turns back to the doctor. âI was on Mirkwoodââ he starts, shifting his eyes toward Steve guiltily before darting them back. âI heard this noise, and it was like I was back there.â
âWhat were you doing on Mirkwood, honey?â Ms. Byers asks, eyebrows furrowed as she holds onto Willâs other hand.
Willâs eyes shift again, transparently guilty as he says, âI was just with Steve.â When Ms. Byers looks his way, Steve nods, and Will slumps bonelessly into his bed.
The doctorâs staring intently at Willâs face, like heâs trying to dissect every microexpression, looking for cracks. , the paper spitting out of Willâs machine, needle thing writing its squiggly lines at an alarming pace. âDid you see anything?â
Will looks down at his knees, bare beneath his tissue paper hospital gown. âNo,â he says it quietly, almost ashamed. âI donât think anything really happened. I was just scared.â
Steve squeezes his hand again. He lets his heart bloom when Will squeezes back.
âAlright,â Dr. Owens says, smiling that same untrustworthy smile, âthanks for sharing, kiddo.â
Theyâre shuffled out of the exam room in short order, left abandoned on benches in the hallway like children while Uncle Wayne and Ms. Byers have the adult conversations. Even though Eddieâs long learned Uncle Wayne will tell him word for word what he was told, Eddieâs still made a habit of pushing his ear against the door, catching snippets of conversation where he can while Steve and Eddie giggle at his antics.
This time, his face goes serious, dimples nonexistent with the straight slash of his mouth as he eyes the door like heâs going to wrench it open and start beating someone.
âEddie?â Steve calls quietly, not wanting to draw attention to his sleuthing.
Eddie looks his way, face grim. He eavesdrops a few seconds more before slinking back over to Steve and Will, jamming his ass in the nonexistent space between them.
âWhat did they say?â Will says. Steve leans forward to look at him around Eddieâs big head. His eyes are big and wide. He looks scared.
âItâs all bullshit,â Eddie says, shifting on the hard bench. âI didnât hear it all, but they said itâs gonna get worse because the anniversary of, uh, you know is coming up.â
He doesnât look at Will when he says it, though. Heâs looking directly at Steve, and Steve knows theyâre both thinking of the same thing. The looming shadows, the thing heâs caught glimpses of, towering over buildings, eclipsing the sky. The way heâs there less and less as the days pass.
Eddieâd taken away his keys the week before, and it was supposed to get worse?
ââand weâre just supposed to pretend itâs not happening?â
Ms. Byers voice drifts through the door, high-pitched in her stress. Willâs shoulders hunch until Eddie wraps an arm around them and pulls him in. He holds his other arm open behind Steveâs back, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively until Steve leans in with a roll of his eyes.
Eddie squeezes them both tight enough Steve can feel it in his deep tissue and begins shaking them around like a dog with his favorite toy. âThere! One big happy family!â
When Will starts laughing, Steve does, too. He canât help it. Thereâs just something about Eddie Munson that makes him feel like he swallowed fizzy lifting drink and canât get off the ceiling of Willy Wonkaâs chocolate factory.
But then Uncle Wayne and Ms. Byers walk through the door. Uncle Wayne looks as deadpan as usual, but Ms. Byers looks one second away from her head exploding.
âIs he serious?â she asks, running her hand through her hair, yanking it the rest of the way through when it gets stuck on a knot. Steve winces, scalp tingling in sympathy.
âAnniversary affects a real thing,â he says, looking down at all three of them with pensive eyes that settle on Steve a little too long for him to be comfortable. âItâs as good a âplanation as anything, ainât it?â
Ms. Byers sighs. She sweeps her eyes over all three of them, looking remarkably like Jonathan in that moment with the way her eyes go intense and seem to look right through you to the secret heart of who you are.
Seeming to come back to life, she hops up to them and holds out two hands. âCome on, sweeties, up we go!â
Will and Eddie take her hands without hesitation, and she begins to pull them up. Eddieâs arm stays around Steveâs shoulders, so heâs pulled up along with them. Ms. Byers almost falls with the combined weight of three growing boys before Eddie drops her hand, laughing sheepishly as he stands on his own two feet.
âCome on, boys,â Uncle Wayne says, leading the way down the hallway. âSome of us have got places to be.â
They all fall in line, hurrying out of the building they all hate. Steve doesnât breathe easy until they're all packed away into Wayneâs truck and well into the forest. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, and all that other shit Eddieâs always spouting off that Steve only pretends to understand.
Eddie rubs the pulsepoint of Steveâs wrist gently enough to make him shiver before taking his hand and letting them settle in the cramped space between their legs.
And miles to go before he sleeps, Steve squeezes Eddieâs hand.
Part 56
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Hi!!! đ If 21 isnât filled yet for tickletober, do you think you could do ler Asmodeus and lee Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss? The new episode has me craving for some tickle content for them theyâre so cute!! Hope youâre well and take all the time you need. đ
TickleTober Day 21 - New Discovery
Writing this one made me happy. I dunno what it was, but writing the scrunkles just boosted my happy brain chems. I know Iâve been squeaking these in at like 11:50 something at night, but I actually paced myself this week and loved getting this out! Hopefully you like reading this as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!
Lee: Fizzarolli
Ler: Asmodeus
Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?
Warnings: swearing (obviously), implied murder (don't worry, they deserve it)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Hell's worst kept secretâŚ
Not wrong, but the title still pissed the pair off. Ever since the kidnapping incident, they had been a bit more open with their relationship. They obviously weren't announcing it; all of Hell didn't need to know that Ozzie and an Imp were together. But around the factory and his quarters, the fruits were showing more PDA and less shitty excuses when they were caught.Â
The workers knew better than to say anything.
Still, the occasional whisper or snide comment outside of Asmodeus's safe zone got the jester's blood boiling. Especially when they were about his man.
"Did you hear about Asmodeus and that little imp? Man, what a way to fall. Never thought the embodiment of Lust would do that to himself." The second demon nodded, smirking. "Oh, Fizzer-something? Yeah, a big rooster and a clown. Sounds like the plot of a shitty porno." "Heh, they kinda are!"
Oho, Fizz wanted to rip their throats out and shove them so far up their-
Whooo-kay. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He promised Asmodeus that he wouldn't let small-minded loudmouths get to him, especially sinners. But they so deserved it, and he was just a few feet awayâŚ
They just had to keep talking, though. "And hey, he didn't even pick a working one! The thing's defective! Robotic limbs and shit. Dude really needs higher standards."
That was it. The jester turned, running at them with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. The dumb fuckheads barely had time to begin a plea before Fizz went to town.
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When his Fizzie got home, Ozzie immediately knew something was wrong. His partnerâs colorful clothes were coated with black blood. The sin hurried over to him, surveying the imp for injuries before scooping him up into his arms. âFizzie, babe, what happened?â
Asmodeusâs voice radiated concern, comfort and love for the jester. Fizzarolli couldnât have gotten any luckier when him and the demon connected for the first time. Or the second. Or the many, many times after that. Eh, who needs labels?
âSomeâŚassholes, spewing shit about you and me. I tried, butâŚthey needed a lesson on how to shut up.â One of the robotic arms was damaged in his fit of rage. Apparently the loudmouthed sinners had a bit of fight in them. Fizz still disposed of the garbage; he just got a bit messy.
Ozzie sighed, nuzzling his feathery head against Fizzâs smooth skin. âFroggie, I love that you wanna defend me, but itâs not worth you getting hurt. Iâd take all the shit-talk Hell has to offer if it meant youâd be okay.â
So mushy⌠The imp rolled his eyes, secretly melting inside at the sweet words. âAlright, alright, I get it. No more fighting over your honor. Tell Hallmark the message worked.â
Then he did Fizzarolliâs most favorite thing ever. He laughed, a deep snort kicking off the rumbling chuckles. Fizz laid his head on Ozzieâs chest, feeling the vibrations and listening to the short burst of amusement. The sin stood, sighing out a final huff before carrying his partner to their bed. It was the only one big enough for Asmodeus, let alone Fizz, to fit.Â
Following their pattern, Ozzie removed his elaborate suit, slipping on his robe instead. He then helped the jester peel away the blood-stained outfit, quickly drawing a bath for him. They were at the point where it was just second nature; one of them has a bad day, they get a warm bath, cuddles and shitty RomComs until they fall asleep. That day was Fizzâs day to be pampered.
After some calming back rubs in a nice bath, all blood was clean and the imp was feeling a bit better. Ozzie got him a new arm, making sure to give him little forehead kisses as he worked. Finally, they were ready to lay down.
Surprising no one, Ozzie was the big spoon. He hugged Fizz close under the covers, rubbing his back soothingly. The Lust ringâs RomCom channel played distantly on the TV. It was barely a minute before the jester was dozing off. The sinâs touch softened, absentmindedly wandering across Fizzarolliâs bare skin.Â
His feathery fingers eventually made their way to the impâs sides. Fizz was drawn from his sleepy stupor by an unexpected buzzing along his side. A feeling he hadnât felt in quite some time. He squirmed a bit, feeling the fingers go back to his back. The moment he settled back down, however, they returned.Â
A quick glance at Ozzieâs dreamy expression told him that the sin wasnât doing it on purpose. The rooster just thought he was giving him soft affections. Sighing, Fizz squirmed again, adjusting himself so the tracing was closer to his lower back. That was apparently a big mistake.
The moment one of the feathery fingers brushed his back, he squeaked, flinching away from the touch. Asmodeus immediately went into Mother Hen mode, lightning his touch and looking for injuries. âFizzarolli, why didnât you tell me you hurt yourself? Back injuries are serious!â
Ugh, why did he have to care so much? âI-I didnâtâŚâ The lighter touch was somehow worse, sending a flurry of butterflies to attack his stomach. Fizzâs tail twitched, trying to wag; he made sure to force it still. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he took a small amount of focus off his verbal reactions. The smallest, teensiest little giggle slipped past his lips. Ozzie immediately stilled his fingers; as a sin, he easily heard the noise. Then something clicked.
âFroggieâŚare you ticklish?â ShitâŚFizz tried to run, a burst of adrenaline pulling him from the sleepy peace. Ozzie was on him before he could move an inch. The little imp didnât stand a chance.
âW-wait! Ozz, donât you fucking dare!â His robotic arms wrapped around the sinâs body, trying to push him off. That was nearly impossible, as Asmodeus was over four times his size and much stronger than the prosthetics. Still, he could only try.Â
The rooster smirked, his demeanor doing a complete 180. Ozzie went from concerned and soft to playful and smug in seconds; it was almost scary how fast he could switch like that. âOooh, babe, I definitely fucking do~â
Before he could get another protest out, ten feathered fingers attacked his torso. Five running along his back, five snaking around to his stomach. In seconds, small giggles slipped past his lips, a blush tinting his scarred cheeks. âN-nohoho! Ohohozzie you dihihick!â
âI know itâs one of your favorite features, but letâs leave my dick out of this.â Stupid, cheesy words; it was unfair how blushy they made him. Fizz tried to wiggle away, but even with his insane flexibility, Ozzieâs strong arms kept him trapped.
He twisted and kicked, his limbs swinging and flailing as he tried to escape. He didnât fully mind the tickling, but Fizz had an image to protect. The amazing, alluring, ass-kicking Fizzarolli couldnât be seen getting reduced to a giggly puddle; even if nobody was watching but his boyfriend.
âTickle tickle tickle, Fizzie~â He just had to tease⌠If there was one thing that killed Fizz, it was Ozzieâs silly teases. Normally, they were just flustering. Those teases, though; they drove him nuts. âShuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!â
Ozzie loved the sight of his squirmy boyfriend. The genuine laughter, happy smile, vibrant blushes and adorable noises warmed his loving heart. He genuinely couldnât be happier than when he was with his Fizzie Frog; especially when the imp was all giggly like that. âAwww, babe, Iâm just tryna cheer you up! Are you not feelinâ just a teeny bit better?â
Okay, that wasnât fair. He was definitely feeling better than when he arrived, but that wasnât totally because of the tickling. Being around Asmodeus, as evil as he was, immediately boosted his mood. âThihis- ihitâs nohot fahahair! Youhuhu suhuhuck!â
âOnly for you, Fizz~â Just to be evil, Asmodeus fluttered his fingers on the jesterâs hips. FIzz squealed, his arms swinging to try and grab Ozzieâs hands. Oh, that asshole! âSH-SHIHIHIT! AHASMODEHEHEUS! NAHAT THEHERE!âÂ
Ozzie chuckled, loving the high-pitched cackles from his partner. âBut right there is my favorite! Câmon babe, you gotta admit that this is pretty cute.â Fizz groaned through his laughter, thrashing under the sinâs tickly assault. His robotic appendages were no help, merely bouncing off the sinâs feathered skin instead of actually deterring him.Â
âNOHO IHIHIâM NAHAT! OHOZZIEHEHEEEE!â Fizz could feel his tail wagging, the tip making a gentle thump against the sheets. At least the rooster wasnât teasing him about that. âOoh, Fizzie, your tailâs wagging. Are you enjoying yourself?â Spoke too soonâŚ
Seeing that he was working his partner up a bit too much, he moved away from the impâs hips, deciding to focus on Fizzâs neck instead. âAlright, alright. I wonât kill you, Fizzie babe.â
âF-fuhuckinâ feehels like ihihit!â Fizz whined, his laughter dying down to squeaky giggles. He turned his head, burying his face in the pillowy mattress. The muffled giggles only made him cuter, in Ozzieâs opinion. He leaned his head down, peppering the jesterâs face with light kisses. Fizz scrunched up his shoulders, both loving and hating how the ticklish kisses made him melt. âBahahahaaaabe!â
Ozzie chuckled, basking in the way his boyfriend reacted to the silly affections. The faces in his hair were smiling wide, portraying his obvious adoration and love. So fucking cuteâŚ
It was almost comical, the way the large sin cuddled up to the smaller imp. The love they shared was like no other; based on good communication, mutual respect and pure affection, it was about as healthy as you could get. Sure, they werenât officially public, but nobody else needed to know about them for it to be wonderful. Especially in the cutesy moments like those.
As much as Fizzarolli loved the attention, he was wearing out. Dealing with the dicks from that morning, combined with the goofy fun, had him pretty drained. âOhozziehehe! Plehease, noho mohohore!âÂ
And just like that, it was over. Asmodeus respected boundaries more than any other creature in hell; the moment Fizz wanted him to stop, he would, no questions asked. He did, however, pull the imp against his chest, rubbing small circles into his back to help calm him down. The sinâs voice was soft once again, save for a teasing edge. âEasy, babe. You okay? I didnât go too far, did I?â
Fizz took a few deep breaths, getting out the last few giggles as he snuggled against his man. âUhumâŚno, youâre good. But *damn*, did you have to go for my hips?â Ozzie snorted, nuzzling his head against the impâs. âYou know I did. Itâs adorable, how can I not?â
He held Fizz tight, flipping them over so the jester was laying on his chest. It was their favorite way to sleep; Fizz could feel the warmth of his boyfriend, and Ozzie could sleep peacefully, knowing his partner was safe while he was with him. Fizzie grumbled, but didnât protest the movement. He was tired, and he couldnât deny that the sinâs chest was rather comfortable.
The covers were pulled over the pair, concealing almost all of Fizzâs body. His concealing hat was removed, placed on its holder for the night. It was nice, affectionate and calm; just the way the pair liked it. They drifted off, the small yet happy smile never leaving the impâs face.
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I have 2 theories on how Ozzie and Fizz met.
Most of the fandom agrees Fizz worked for Mammon and then met Ozzie afterward. Because it makes the most logical sense. Plus Fizz's "I have you thanks to Mammon" quote.
But here are my 2 main issues with that:
1. Fizzarolli's main outfit
His outfit is clearly meant to match with Ozzie. From the same colors to the hearts.
2. Fizzarolli's limbs
Ozzie maintains Fizz's prosthetics. Fizz established that back in "Ozzie's". Which makes sense, considering Ozzie owns a factory that even Mammon needs to use. Ozzie is a mechanic, an inventor.
So, with that being said...
What does Fizz look like when he wins the clown pageant and starts to work for Mammon? Not "pre-explosion Fizz." But "Ozzie's Fizz."
And, sure, I'm not saying it's impossible that Fizz had the matching colors and heart aesthetic before meeting Asmodeus. Or that someone else made his prosthetics, and Ozzie maintained the same design and function. But it certainly feels convenient.
So here are my 2 theories:
Theory #1: The accident happens. Since Fizz was already popular, he is sent to Ozzie to get his top-notch prosthetics. This still works in canon because Fizz always dreamed of working with Mammon. Meeting Ozzie first wouldn't change that. If anything, it would deepen those insecurities so that he could feel worthy enough to stay with Oz. Even furthering it if Ozzie and Fizz didn't enter a romantic relationship until Fizz started working for Mammon. Also, it gives a deeper insight to some Ozzie's comments. If he knew Fizz before Mammon began to abuse and manipulate him, he would have the full picture and truly see the damage Mammon did.
Theory #2: Arguably the most popular but helps me ease the issues I had. Fizz wins the pageant due to his already semi-celebrity status and talent. Mammon introduces Asmodeus to Fizzarolli when he commissions the dolls. Ozzie falls in love and gives Fizz an upgraded wardrobe and limbs. Then, Mammon's "Fizzy commercial" releases some time later. All the dolls needed time to be produced anyway. Giving them time to get to know each other as Ozzie incorporated Fizz's personality into the robots. Fizz soon becomes "Ozzie's business partner" after his celebrity status hits the roof.
I love the breadcrumbs we've been getting, and I'm really eager to see more of their backstory. đObviously theory#2 makes the most sense, but I like to have an open mind!
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