#Fizz as human

[sunnydrawz666]

Fizz as human

[shitpost-faerie]

Helluva humanizations Pt.2:

*untwinkifies ur twink* Fizzzzzzzz

[magicapunguart]

[the-apple-of-her-eye-au]

Hell's Worst Kept Secret!

Human Fizzmodeus babyyyyy

Ozzie looking FINE AS HELL and Fizz in his little biz outfit courtesy of @blitzy-blitzwing AGAIN THANK YOUUUUUUUUU

Ozzie is a big titan in the Entertainment industry owning a large chain of clubs and restaurants, his latest talent scout tour took him to Vegas where he promptly ran into the most cutest clown to ever exist... Fizzarolli!

[kayeonandherbunny]

Modern Hell Famlily

Ozzie and Fizz is adopt abused human child. they are daddies of this little girl.

artist: @funny010125 (commision)

she got a daddy ozzie's ribbon. daddy fizz braided her hair

fluffy fizz is much loved by her

due to trauma of her past, she doesn't show her emotion very much. but she always love her daddies with all her heart.

my fanfiction

[fizzy-frenzy]

therapy ❌

watching the same episode of Skylanders Academy 20 times in a row ✅

[rainbowangel110]

I've never been scared of a comic panel before, it's always been "Oh!" before moving on.

Castle Swimmer came in with a metal baseball bat.

[alexdespell]

Helluva Boss & Language of Flowers

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Do you ever just deep in the daydreams about your au and accidentally find a way to explain a plot hole?

[ortofosforico]

It's true love because Fizz wakes Ozzie up with that infernal trumpet thinghy, depraving him of his civil rights, and Ozzie reacts with a "aaw babe, you still got that shit? 🥲" Instead of shoving it up Fizz's ass.

[fizzseed]

jon sims my poor little eldritch meow meow

[baylardian-1]

bunch of threshold au pen doodles im scrapping :)

[pamithebunterfly2007]

Choose a number between 1-17, Any Number and it will be yours to keep forever!!!!!

For Me: 2 and 15 (Stolas and Beelzebub)

[kayeonandherbunny]

ozzie and fizz is adopt a abused human child. they are daddies of the little girl.

There are no monsters under the bed. If there is, it won't be dangerous.

Because all the things who hide under the bed are small, weak, and scared. They are rats, cockroaches, and silverfish. They know they can't survive from world. So they hide under the bed. big, strong, and scary person is can't com in under the bed. so they can't capture them.

Just like me now.

Fizz said I can visit their bedroom. even middle of the night. Ozzie want me to knock the door before entering thir room . but he said it is okay when I scared just come in. I love when they teach me something. They Speak softly, kindly, and make everything understandable. like everything will be okay. Sometimes I really believe that.

well, until I wake up in the middle of the night and get scared.

What you imagine and what you experience are completely different. I still remember what they said, but it's not easy to believe them now, even though I know they're true. The fear is so close. my stomach is full of fears. so I can't think others.

I really wish I could go to their bedroom and ask for help as he says. If I had the courage to do that. But really I wouldn't even dare go to the door. Instead, I act like I always do. Put the fluffy fizzy doll in my seat, and put a blanket over his head. I try not to make any noise as I crawl under the bed.

I know I'm thinking crazy. I speak to myself. There's going to be a dark living room, a hallway, Fiz and Oz's bedrooms waiting me, and there's nothing in my way. But no matter how much I convince and convince myself, I think again "what if."

But, what if.

What if I open the door and 'DAD' standing there? I know. it is impossible. I can probably give hundred reasons to why it doesn't possible. in another time. (I can't think of one at the moment). But 'what if' is doesn't need a reason. 'what if' is just make me scared. How scary it would be if it happened, how hurt, how much I would regret it. so many things for make me scared. When I tries to get better, 'what if' is drag me back with a new scared.

It gets stronger and stronger. The more I listen to the outside sound from under my bed, the more I feel like my nightmare is real.

when the morning sun visible from under the bed, I realy think I'm in my nightmare.

Even when I hear the voice of The person I love.

"Baby? Can I come in?"

I'm most scared when I hear a knock. And when the door opens.

"It's time to wake up, princess! The morning sun came up! Do you remember what we were going to do today? ozzy is-"

That's not my dad's voice. but I'm still waiting with bated breath. I want someone to come and confirm that was just dream. I can't believe myself.

Fizz has never been tricked by a doll. Ozz was tricked once. He lifted my blanket and screamed. 'WHERE IS MY BABY?!?' It wasn't funny then, but now that I think about it, it was a bit funny.

But Fizz is not. He gets quiet as soon as he walks up to my bed.

"Hey."

It becomes a very quiet, soft voice that seems to be afraid of waking me up.

Small and weak ones hide under the bed. Big and strong ones can't come in because under the bed is narrow. Fizz doesn't come in under the bed. But his arms come in under the bed. His arms are like earthworms. They are elongated, silent, and not hurt me.

when I touch his finger, he gently hold my hand. I like the sound when he stretched his arms. It sound very soft. I like thier cold, smooth texture, and the feeling when it wraps itself around me. But when I'm in his arms, I feel completely different. I feel he is alive.

Fizz doesn't ask anything. Just give me a hug. I always feel something weird when I'm in a hug. I feel like I'm filling my chest with something soft. I usually didn't even know it was empty.

That's when I love it so much that I feel like I can stay like this for the rest of my life. Me and fizz, his hug. sound of his heart. But I start to feel more and more different things, too. The sweet smell coming through the door, the sound of the dog's claws scratching the floor, and the humming of Ozzy.

I don't say anything. Fizz don't say anyting too. but he knows when I'm going to be okay. he Standing up with hugging me and whisper to me.

" what do you want for breakfast?"

When I hear that, I realize the delicious smell that came through the door. make me want to eat. make I know I was hungry.

I swallow my bitter saliva to wet my dry mouth.

"Pancake."

and I answered.

I love it when someone hugs me. But it also makes me nervous. I mean, All good things gotta end. Like have to get off a swing.

The swing doesn't talk, but people do. 'don't be like a baby' or 'you are really annoyng' it makes me feel bad when I hear that. I know I make them annoyng. but I still hope they hug me more. That's why I am a bad girl.

Fizz never said like that. He just keeps walking with hugging me. Five puppies ran over. Stand on their hind legs, put their forepaws on Fizz's legs and wag their tails. we have a nine puppys. At first I thought it was a lot. But not now. It doesn't feel like a lot. I Just think they're our puppys.

Ozzie was wearing a red gown and humming a song with pancakes on a plate. The four puppies of them whine and scratch Ozzie's legs, but he don't even give a glance. They look so pitiful when they ask for food. I feel bad when I don't give them food. because they are so pitiful.

Ozzie's three faces smiled equally wide.

"Finally you're here, my loves! My baby froggy, did you kept sleeping even when your daddy froggy was making a fuss? That's amazing."

But his laugh doesn't last long. The bull-like face stared at me, the goat-like face sighed with its eyes down. And in the middle. Ozzie's face is sad. he Put down the pan, turn off the gas stove and come to us.

"Oh, sweety, you should have wake us up..."

His voice is much looser, softer. It's so soft and so sad that it makes my heart tick.

"Are you okay? Do you want some water?"

I've only seen on tv people grieve for someone other than themselves. When I actually experience it, my heart is tickling and I feel uncomfortable. It's like I am the nicest and most precious person in the world. and I know I'm not. I don't even know how to respond him.

Instead of answering, I embraced Fizz's neck. Fizz patted me on the back. I felt so bad for not being able to answer, but Ozzy laughed again instead of getting angry. It's not like the previous one. It's a little quieter, it looks sad.

"Do you want to watch me make pancakes?"

I nodded slightly.

Ozzie poured new dough into the pan and blew it up in the air. Pancakes were flying in the air like a bird and sitting on top of the pan. It's amazing no matter how many times I see it. Fizz was once tried to do that. and fizz's Pancakes is stuck in ceiling and we couldn't take them off for days.

"can I help your cooking, Ozzie?"

"No. never. We've just finished repair our kitchen."

I love being in someone's arms. I want to be in someone's arms forever, but I'm nervous about they mad to me and call me brat.

But fizz and ozz is never says that. They just hugging me until I felt okay.

After washing my face, the meal was served on my table. A pink robo-fizzy cup with milk, a pink robot-fizzy plate with a round pancake. It's great to have only the things I like. Usually it's the opposite.

I cut the pancake and put it in my mouth. Ozzie's food tastes like a happy dream.

chapter 2

[pastelliek]

Here’s my interpretation for Richard’s puppet design 🫶

[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.