#fezzy

[hachama]

I finished work and lured Fezzy out of my chair. Within minutes of getting comfortable, my living chonk was tenderizing my lap. He's moved on to gently patting and nibbling my fingers if I don't continuously pet him.

Fezzy says "gib pets or get da nibs"

I love this sweet boy

[hachama]

My boys, living their best floofy life

Imagine a silly kitty picture here!

Thank you! Unfortunately, I had to turn images off in my inbox because people were sending me strobing gifs 💀

[poisonbat]

Yugioh Protagonists vs Classic Doctors Poll #1

If everyone and their dog can have Doctor Who Polls on this webbed site then I will too since I noticed that now Yugioh Protagonists have the same number as Classic Doctors

first up

Yugi Mutou vs The First Doctor

[eevee-mech-art]

My take on Fezandipiti aka Fezzi for a blog I'm ever so slowly been working on getting up and running [I've had the idea for YEARS and have slowly been working on all the refs lol. If you're curious just how long, the story really started to get put together BEFORE SWSH WAS ANNOUNCED]. He's slowly recovering from Pecharunt's possession and trying to make up for his mistakes [which, as of now, has ended up in him being Ogerpon's therapist].

He/They

[poisonbat]

makes me curious which top number is meant to be counted for d20s since im not familiar (i did think 17 was more right from my memories but i have no idea actual ettiquette)

In the “White and Nerdy” video on the line “got skillz I’m a champion at DnD” he rolls a 10 on a d20 and a 5 on a d8 which is almost the most mid roll you can make, which only makes it funnier

[olivethewriter]

Falling for Fezco (Again)

Explaining why you and Fezco had broken up was hard. You two had been arguing more and making up less. Your family hated him, and every other girl seemed to want him. In the end, it was Fezco who ended things beacuse in his words you were  “fucking crazy.”

For the past couple of weeks, you’d been in shambles. Tonight, though, was supposed to be the last time you’d sit around feeling sorry for yourself. As your best friend Maddy said, “The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one.” So, that’s how you ended up at some random party, desperately pulling down the skirt you borrowed from Maddy. You two had promised to stay close, but you lost her while taking your third shot of straight vodka.

You reached the best stage of tipsiness—where the self-conscious voices in your head quieted, but you were still aware enough to avoid doing something you would regret tomorrow. You walked out to the center of the room, swaying to the music. You stayed like that for a while until, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Maddy leaving with some guy. Without thinking, you followed her to remind her that you two were supposed to stick together.

As you approached the door, some drunk girl collided with you, her body weight sending you sprawling. Your oversized platforms tripping you up, and before you could brace yourself, you hit the floor hard. The impact jarred your teeth, and a sharp pain shot through your palms as you tried to catch yourself. 

The room seemed to freeze for a moment, and the music felt distant. You lay there, face-down, as a hush fell over the crowd. Whispers and snickers spread through the onlookers. You could feel the heat rising in your throat.

Yeah, this night was the worst.

You got up quickly and stumbled into the kitchen, taking another shot or two or three. You had lost count now. Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around to see a guy you recognized from either your English or Geometry class,your brain was too foggy to know and to be honest you didn't care.

“Hey, do you want to dance?” he asked.

“Yeah, why not,” you slurred.

He led you to the dance floor, his hands on your waist but creeping lower. You started dancing, feeling him press against you. You turned back and giggled, but he kept his grip too low. When a slower song came on, he began grinding into you and kissing your neck. You stood there, trying to avoid making things awkward but wanting him to stop. Finally, the song ended, and he whispered in your ear, “Wanna go upstairs?”

“Oh, um, I’m good. I’m not really in the mood—”

“It’s fine, let’s just go,” he insisted, grabbing your wrist and heading for the stairs.

“No, I really don’t want to,” you said, pulling your hand back.

“Whatever, bitch,” he said, walking away.

Now you felt even worse. You stumbled to a couch, fished your phone out of your purse, and did the unthinkable:

 you called your ex.

He answered on the second ring. “Hello? Y/N?”

“Fezzy,” you slurred.

He sighed. “Are you drunk?”

“Mm-hmm,” you began to cry. “I was at this party with Maddy to get over you, but she left, and this guy kept touching me. Then he called me a bitch.”

“who?,” he asked.

“Fezzy,that doesn't matter, just please come pick me up. I’m sorry, and I still love you!” you cried, hiccups interrupting your sobs.

“I’ll be there in five.”

When Fezco arrived, you were sitting on the couch, hugging your knees. You stood up as he walked in, and his eyes widened. Despite your mascara-streaked cheeks and unruly hair, he hadn’t seen you in weeks, and somehow, you looked even prettier.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you home.”

“Okay,” you sniffled, heading for the door. The guy from earlier spotted you.

“Slut,” he muttered under his breath. You tried to ignore him, but Fez didn’t.

“You want to say that again, punk?” Fezco said, sizing him up.

“Yeah,” the drunk boy repeated. “That girl is a fucking whore.” Before the words had fully left his mouth a punch landed with a sickening crack, snapping the boy’s head to the side. The crowd gasped collectively, and the boy stumbled but Fezco wasn't done He followed up with a series of brutal, relentless blows

You tried to intervene, your voice broke with desperation “Fez! Fezco! Stop, he isn’t worth it! Fezco, stop!” 

Fez stood up and dusted himself off. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You woke up on Fezco’s couch in yesterday’s outfit—shoes and all—with a pounding headache and a parched tongue.

“Ughhh,” you groaned, sitting up to take the aspirin Fezco had set aside for you.

“That bad, huh?” Fezco asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I feel like I just got hit by a truck.”

“You want some waffles?” Fezco asked, gesturing to a box of frozen waffles by the toaster.

“No, I should probably get going,” you said, turning for the door.

“Really, Y/N? You’re just going to leave after what you said yesterday!?”

“What did I say?” you asked, playing dumb.

“That you still fucking loved me!” he shouted, exasperated.

“Well, I don’t, Fezco. I was drunk and upset!” you yelled back.

“That’s bullshit. Just tell the truth!”

“Why the hell should I? Just so you can break my heart again!”

“No, because I was fucking wrong. Damn it, why do you make it so hard to say shit? I was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have broken up with you,” he shouted, raising his hands in frustration.

“Then why the hell did you?”

“Oh my god, Y/N, just stop.”

Without warning, his hands were on you, grabbing your face roughly. His lips crashed into yours with a force that stole your breath away. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of anger and need. He tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled you closer. His hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling your body flush against his. The contact sent a shockwave through you, and you arched into him, deepening the kiss. Your tongues clashed, each of you fighting for dominance, the taste of him mingling with the metallic hint of blood from where you’d bitten your lip.

He pushed you back against the wall, the force making a picture frame rattle. His grip tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your skin in a way that was almost painful but only fueled the fire inside you. You bit his lower lip, tugging at it, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Your hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. You tugged at his shirt, needing to feel more of him, to erase the distance between you. He helped you, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, and carried you to the couch. He trailed his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You moaned and tilted your head back, giving him better access, your breath coming in ragged gasps. His mouth never left your skin, trailing kisses across your collarbone, down to the hollow of your throat. Each touch was electrifying, sending waves of heat coursing through you.

Your hands found their way to his back, nails digging into his skin, you heard a groan from deep within his chest. The sound vibrated through you, making your pulse race even faster. He shifted, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you could feel his breath, hot and ragged, against your neck.

“Wait,” you said, pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing—well, um, what does this mean for us?”

“I don’t know. What do you want it to mean?” Fezco asked.

“I don't know, I just don't want to get hurt again”

“I won't hurt you again, I promise baby”

You stared at Fezco, the weight of his promise hanging in the air between you. For a moment, everything else faded—the pounding headache, the throbbing pain from the previous night. It was just the two of you, raw and exposed.

“I love you, baby,” you admitted.

“I love you more,” Fezco said, wrapping his arms around you, and everything felt right. 

You didn’t care that he was a dealer and you had never even gotten a speeding ticket. You didn’t care that he was 20 and you were in high school. All that mattered was that he loved you and you loved him. That was enough. As you lay there together, tangled up in each other, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful that things would work out this time.

Yall thank you for reading!!!

[cyclorose]

fezzy drawings dump 🎞️‼️💥

first 2 are my own oli design :D

reblogs are appreciated, thanks! ^^

[hachama]

When the kitty cuddles turn into a deep, contented snooze with as many points of contact as possible

[poisonbat]

I think because it might unsettle the adult humans/there might be some conflict interspecies like so it decides not to

If the TARDIS translates everything into English then why did Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All sound baby

[poisonbat]

Yugioh Protagonists vs Classic Doctors Poll #6

The winning streak continues! Yuya won last poll, can the Playmaker continue the streak? You decide!

Vote for your favorite character! this is not a "who would win in a fight/game/etc" poll

Yusaku Fujiki vs The Sixth Doctor

@yugioh-polls-because-yes @bestygogirl (vote in their current polls bc yugioh girls are awesome)

so this is the first of these where I don't really know as much about our ygo protag but i know a lot about the sixth doctor, regardless of who wins i want to hear from yusaku fans about him so i can learn more!

[nightbirdbliss]

oli

oliveman. fezzy. oliver but i undialupped him (sinful)

[poisonbat]

THANK YOU

This is not about what advice to give to people who've never watched the show, this is about finding out how people got into the show

if anyone says don't skip nine in the tags of this post as a serieous statement, its kill on sight, i loath the phrase

[dailyashleighraichu]

💖 uh uhm like??? everything?? your characters are all so cool and their stories waahhhhhh <3<3

also small thing tho but. i honestly love ashleighs hair, v good colour i may be kinda jealous

THANK YOU!!!!

Her hair is actually a reference to my two old MLP OCs! I had an AU Rainbow Dash named "FezDash" or "Fezzy", and an Alicorn named Rainbow Melody! The pink and blue stripes are literally just their fur colors :>

I like putting very subtle hints into my OCs designs, plus it's a bit of history for those who've been with be since I've started being on Tumblr!

[hachama]

This is what he looks like when he's getting what he wants

This is what he looks like when he doesn't want it anymore.

[loriiisstuff]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐓

fez x fem!reader

summary : you and fez are on a date

Me and Fez sat in the vista cruiser that eric let him borrow “eric was sweet to let you borrow his car for this” i said breaking the silence looking over at my boyfriend

i’ve been dating fez basically since he came to point place. When Michael introduced me to him i fell inlove

“yes he was very nice” fez answered quickly keeping his eyes on the road nervous “fez this is our 20th date why are you so nervous” i leaned my head on his shoulder making him tense up “i just don’t want to mess up” he answered his eyes still on the road “oh fezzy you could never screw up in my eyes baby” i cooed when i leaned out of my seat giving him a kiss on the face making him not see the road for a split second

a couple seconds later the soft melody of ‘dancing in the moonlight’ came on “hey this is my favorite song” i clapped to the songs beat as fez just chuckled “hey pull over in here” i instructed pointing to the parking lot coming up

Fez parked the car sideways but that didn’t matter cause we weren’t going to be in the car for long “come on babe” i opened the door getting out at i danced to the song “you got some moves baby” fez complimented dancing over to me

We both started dancing like we were at the disco the lights for the lamps beeming down on us as fez twirled and twisted me around the pavement. The somg slowly faded off the radio making us stop dancing making me pull fez into a deep kiss

Fez pushed me against the car still keeping our lips connected. i slowly took off his leather jacket not breaking the kiss before fez stopped “hyde’s at jackies tonight and the forman’s are out” fez said smirking “fez are you saying we should pay eric’s couch a visit” i asked raising my eyebrow loving the idea “oh yes baby yes i am” fez said and like he was reading my mind we both dashed to open the car doors and drive home

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘

“does anyone know why all of hyde’s beer can that were on the coffee table everywhere this morning” eric asked the gang as we all watched tv

Fez and Y/n tensed up at the question slowly sinking down in their seats “Ew Fez and Y/n did it on eric’s couch” Kelso yelled jumping up from his seat somewhat proud of fez

a/n : hope you enjoyed

[poisonbat]

THANK YOU.

2 was a rando helping them not an employee, that bothered me so much lol

Liz got hired the same day Three got stuck

Btw I don't care if the doctor technically worked with unit first, in my heart "scientific advisor number one" was Liz Shaw NOT the doctor <3