#ozz's oc

[rammbles]

get you a zlut that can do both

wishing him the krispiest of kruspe bdays

#richard kruspe #rzk #rammstein #emigrate band #deutschland #you are so beautiful #i hope this man is getting the bj of his fuckin life right now #(call me if you need me) #reesh #gif: reesh #mv: ''deutschland'' #gif: ''deutschland'' #mv: ''you are so beautiful'' #gif: ''you are so beautiful'' #ozz's oc

[mooniestarrcat]

sparklecare ocs ... one of them belongs to my friend @kyodentporc ... I turned them into silly gifs!! :]

btw you should check out @freshbloodau!!

#art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #digital art #my art #moonie starrcat art #my artwork #oc #oc artwork #cassie ozz moe #syco emerson sid #sparklecare fresh blood #sparklecare au #sparklecare #sparklecare oc #sparklecare original character #sparklecare hospital #gif #animated

[drowninnoodles]

he was supposed to look completely different-

#my art #my oc #kei ozz #Helpppp

[lonelyhooves]

Lonely Hooves 4-37

Train's about to turn into the setting of a really obvious murder mystery. They'll still blame the bird, probably, somehow.

We also have a Twitter & community Discord!

#lonely hooves #my little pony #webcomic #fanfiction #oc #ceara #ozz #ditzy doo #pinkie pie #applejack #rainbow dash #edm #edmund graves

[necromancy-and-tax-evasion]

Ozz

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #artist #digital art #oc #ocs #oc's #original character #Ozz

[harmleikurdraws]

Recently I've been doing some CyberpunkRED sessions with friends.

This is my OC, Roy, a member of TaxMax/Cyber Squad. A bit nervous and aggressive pal, but a sweetpea at heart. The guy in the suit is my friend's OC Ozz, an ex-MiliTech employee, also now a partner in crime/adventure. Aaaan I just discovered isometric rooms, so I'm completely out of it.

Also, any opportunity to draw tactical gear is not wasted, I just love it so much <3

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk red #original characters #oc art #isometric room

[anonbaph]

My first piece for MDZS RBB, for What Dreams May Come by @ladypfenix . Please check it on Ao3!

Qiu Shiyu knows her arranged marriage will be more for her father benefit than hers. But even so, she hopes her prospective husband might be someone who matches her romantic side too.

5k, G rated, Post-canon. OZz x OC, perfectly arranged marriage, first meeting.

Nie did an awesome job with an outsider POV and giving a perfect partner for my baby OZz. Shiyu is a beautiful OC and I hope you love her like I do.

This drawing on Twitter. The fic’s post here on Tumbo will be up later.

#MDZS #Ouyang Zizhen #Fanfic #fanfiction #MDZS RBB #Evil Farm #Nie work #Baph art

[bbgliker-teehee]

i hyperfixated on asmodeus but his show sucks ass. he fizz and everyone at ozzie’s are my ocs now. also everyone in the lust ring is in a kinky yet tender polycule. vivziepop who???

+Mam and Ozz casually fuck but then they start dating

Also what's a Vivzipop?, it sounds scary.

#answered #vivzipop critical #anti vivziepop fandom #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical

[kyodentporc]

Sparklecare OC (Cassie Ozz Moe) - belongs to @mooniestarrcat

My dumbass forgot to post this same day I drew it ;-;

#sparklecare #sparklecare hospital #sparklecare au #my artwork #digital art #digital artwork #cassie ozz moe

[rammbles]

rzk // "you can't run away" (x)

#emigrate band #richard kruspe #rammstein #richard kruspe gif #rzk #you can't run away #emigrate #ugh this video quality is Not It but i tried lmao #made for own personal use elsewhere but i would be a cruel mistress not to share Any richard footage #reesh #gif: reesh #mv: ''you can't run away'' #gif: ''you can't run away'' #ozz's oc #reupload bc the sizing was ew

[the-maddened-hatter]

I can't art, but I made a Welcome home OC!

His name is Ozz, he's a half vampire bat half fruit bat (meaning he only drinks fruit juice!) and lives in the rafters of Poppy's barn.

Made to show children that most things aren't as scary as they first appear, he often helps fellow characters to feel better when they have to do something they find scary by finding ways to brighten up their bad situations or feel better while they get through it (often relating to the dark, medical matters, or inclement weather, but not exclusively).

He always wears a brightly colored hat that is apparently unaffected by gravity, though this is never directly addressed within the show. Most of the time Ozz's feet are not visible and his wings are wrapped about him to make him easier to puppet, but he's shown to have massive wings when he's unfurled (which he often allows other characters to temporarily use a section of as a cloak, blanket, or shield).

The fabric swatches that make up the puppet's rainbow wings apparently changed frequently, likely because the rods used to move them would damage the material. He does not have visible eyes, rather a set of spectacles with colors that swirl in the lenses. One of the lenses has a spiderweb crack running across it, but it is unknown if this is part of the original design or simply due to wear.

#bat #welcome home #welcome home oc #I used tate paint to make him #like I said I can't art lol #digital art #kinda

[lonelyhooves]

Cat makin' horse faces.

Check out Kaz & Zar's Discord server! | Lonely Hooves Twitter

#lonely hooves #webcomic #my little pony #friendship is magic #fanfiction #pony #oc #vinyl scratch #dj pon3 #hayzy #storm chaser #fluttercup #ceara #ozz

[rubie-tmntluver]

BIG Mama's Kids AU (BM'SK)

Ok, so I have been thinking of this AU for a while, especially when I keep hearing this one song on YouTube that goes: M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, MAMA'S BOY MAMA'S BOY" so yeah...

This is an au with my oc Hope, its where she is 5 years older than the turtles (so she is 22 by the time the movie rolls around), Draxum promised big mama a champion (this is before they know she is a girl), they use a cat for this experiment, since this is also a mutant, they uses the first bit of ozze on her and use big mama's DNA. Big mama threatens Draxum to make it to where she was powers (metal moving powers) and once they know it works Big Mama takes care of her and she helps draxum find the ozze to make the turtles. When Draxum goes behind her back and takes Lou jitsu for his new "warriors" big mama gets MAD and destroys his lab even more. She says her daughter can come over whenever she wants as long as she knows she is over there and safe.

Years later when the boys first enter Draxum lab with April, Hope is just off to the side not noticed, and when the lab is about to explode she wraps herself in metal and goes back to the battle nexus and tells big mama what happened. She tells her that she is really intrigued with what they did and wants to know if she can spy on them up on the surface to observe what they do. Big mama says yes since she is also intrigued and what's to know more about them. Hope has been going to the surface since she was small, and since she knows new York like the back of her paw, she knows what to do. Btw she is a regular at run of the mill so she knows hueso, she starts going almost everyday and has become even more of a regular, ofc she eats stuff other than pizza there. About a month before the krang comes she meets Raph at run of the mill, they become friends and about a month after the krang she meets the other three! oh, and when the krang attacked she pretend red to be on their side so one, she would live and two, so she could betray them at the last second!

So this is basically what happens after she meets all four of them and what they do together (they do eventually find out her mom is big mama and big mama knew when she met Raph, Leo, Donnie, and Mikey because Hope told her, and she does act like a little child sometimes)

#BM'SK AU #rottmnt au #HAS MY OWN PERSONAL OC #HOPE #BIG MAMA'S KIDS AU #IT SHOULD HAVE SOME BLOOD SHED AT ATLEAT ONE POINT

[thekittytat]

The Green Room

Part I-The Banshee

Warnings: Part 1 is pretty pg-13 with mentions of marijuana, sexual images, smoking, and drinking. Somewhat slow build but part II will be well worth it <3

Rockstar Eddie Munson x punk Female OC

Third person but from Eddie’s perspective

SUMMARY: Eddie Munson’s passion creates a powerful stage presence when he and his band have a rare opportunity to perform at one of the busier clubs in a larger hub city close to Hawkins. Here he meets someone he’s like no one he’s seen around his small town, a girl whose striking persona throws him for a loop. Luckily he rolled high on charisma.

*Repost and slight edit bc I’m making this blog my new main*

Spotify Playlist Inspo: My WiP playlist titled ‘Dungeon Master Munson’ (Open to suggestions)

Wc: ~3.2k

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“Hooooly mother of Ozz…” Eddie said quietly, piquing the interest of his other band mates. They didn’t have to glance around long before their eyes had immediately settled on what definitely got Eddie’s attention. The most wildly gorgeous punk goddess they had ever laid eyes upon had come confidently strutting through the front doors of the generously packed bar, scanning the room in bored curiosity as she smacked a pack of cigarettes into her palm. She pulled one out with her teeth, and as she moved the hem of her leather jacket to place the pack into her back pocket, she met Eddie’s gaze for a brief moment before taking a lighter to the end of her cigarette, her heavy rings sparkling in the flame.

“Wheeere on God’s green earth did you come from, sweetheart?” he wondered aloud in an almost singsong tone. He watched transfixed as she shook her wild spiked hair from her face on the exhale. It was teased to stand up and outward, almost floating as if permanently blown away from her face during a roller coaster ride, reminding Eddie a bit of Souixie Sue or Joan Jett. The girl held her cigarette in her mouth as she slipped the leather jacket off her slender shoulders and onto the back of the chair she found available at the bar, revealing a shredded T-shirt safety pinned together laying atop a striped long sleeved tee. His eyes widened with excitement as he took in her attire: a Sex Pistols tee with the portrait of the Queen, her eyes and mouth taped over with the band’s logo. She was wearing a buckled leather choker with a chain attached to one of the safety pins at the tattered collar of the shirt. Her ripped, black skinny jeans were tight enough to sit comfortably at her waist alone, but was adorned with a Sid Vicious bondage belt anyway, hanging lopsided across her hips.

Eddie swallowed and quickly turned away as she looked his way again, not wanting to get caught staring for too long. He gaped at his band mates with wide eyes and jaw hanging open, and they similarly were also too stunned to speak. It was Eddie who broke the silence though, as he pursed his lips into a half smile and raised his eyebrows in an urgent expression.

“Dibs!” he exclaimed, to the groans and jeers of his friends.

“Dude, what!? No fucking way, I saw her first,” Gareth, the drummer of Corroded Coffin argued. All three of the other members had thrown their hands out in disbelief and resentment.

“But I,” Eddie retorted, pointing a ring clad finger in his friend’s direction, “claimed dibs first.” He grinned at them all as they scowled back at him, cursing him as they turned back to resume their sound check. His grin faded only slightly as he turned his gaze back to the bar. She had ordered a beer and was looking ahead as she sipped and finished her cigarette, putting it out in one of the ash trays.

“Ohhh you sweet punk rock angel, you will be mine,” he mumbled to himself, shrugging off his jacket and battle vest to toss on top of an amp before turning on his heel to setup his own gear. He never took his eyes off the punk babe at the bar while he placed a newly lit cigarette between his teeth to adjust his mic stand with both hands.

~~~

“Thank you, guys and dolls,” Eddie began in a bored tone, his lips meeting the microphone so his voice sounded loud and distorted. “For interrupting your shitty lives to come see some shitty music.” He gave a toothy side grin at the crowd as a couple of rednecks in the back whooped. He took a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke upwards before sticking it on the headstock of his guitar. “This one is titled—”

He broke off the sentence to growl the title into the mic, a guttural bellow of the word ‘Skin.’ And at that, the deep crash of cymbals began, followed by the shattering blast of Eddie’s lead guitar along with the snare drum picking up speed. He let his first strum linger long and loud, holding his guitar outward in one hand, before beginning the intro riff at breakneck speed. The symphony of metal started up rapidly and continued its pace for the duration of the song. Many newcomers to the bar, blown away at the unexpected power this band of high school students conjured, began making their way closer to the stage. Most of the regulars were already down front, banging their heads up and down to the beat and swaying into each other, beers sloshing around the pit.

Eddie transformed onstage, his charismatic persona combined with his flair for the dramatic became the perfect amalgamation of a transcendent metal god. The song was mostly an aggressive tribute to the silky soft skin of a bare woman’s thighs and hindquarters—perhaps a bit too risqué for school sanctioned events, but loved and welcomed in the modest rock and metal scene of small town Indiana. The other lines of the song described a bit more violent scenes pertaining to that skin, portraying Eddie up there as a feral sex god, his eyes wide with lust and rage, his teeth bared and his tongue darting out of his mouth to rest at his chin in an animalistic grimace during breaks in the lyrics. It didn’t take long for sweat to bead down his forehead and shine on his bare, well toned shoulders, his white wife beater beginning to soak through along his chest and abdomen and cling to his fit torso. He shook sweat from his long hair as he embraced his role as the insane leader of their alleged cult, the dark curls now drenched and stringy across his face. Between verses, his snarls and grunts punctuated the hostile strums of his guitar, the omnipotent music reverberating around the establishment.

The song came to a halting crash with each instrument reaching its climax in tandem, before Eddie’s quick successive ending riffs coupled with the drummer’s rapid cymbal tapping sped up simultaneously to a satisfying resolution, drummer and vocalist not breaking eye contact as they bobbed their heads together to the beat. The crowd roared in applause and whistles, earning a wide grin from the frontman as he beamed around the room panting, stretching his arm up to raise his pick into the air. He gave a quick thank you nod to a bartender who had brought him a shot of tequila, courtesy of an anonymous metal head in the audience. He meandered back to the mic stand to give an out-of-breath word of gratitude.

“And to whoever is taking good care of me up here,” he breathed, raising his glass to the room and scanning the crowd. “This is for you. Salut!”

He downed the shot in one gulp, afterwards shaking his head and violently, tongue flailing along, before tossing the glass to the audience and repositioning his pick to begin the intro to the next song—a skillful and energetic cover of an Iron Maiden song.

~~~

Eddie held his plastic cup of beer between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt before he had even entered the men’s room. He grasped the cup again with one hand as the other snatched the door handle to swing it open. He sauntered over to the urinal and chugged a sip of his beer as his other hand freed himself from his boxers, slightly smirking to himself in a tipsy daze as he pissed and drank at the same time. Once he flushed, he gripped his cup in his teeth again so he could wash his hands, smiling to himself and winking when he caught his reflection in the mirror, his damp curls sticking to his forehead underneath a sweaty bandana.

The paper towel holder was empty, so Eddie was shaking his hands dry as he kicked open the door again. The sudden thump of his heavy boot against the wooden door caused the girl in the hallway to look up at the noise, meeting Eddie’s gaze as he stumbled out of the restroom. He stopped in his tracks, releasing his chewed up cup into his hand and setting his foot back down on the floor, looking from head to toe at the girl before him. There she was again, feral, jet black hair and striking eye liner giving her a fierce presence and a stare that Eddie immediately knew he wanted her to ruin his life. She stood there against the adjacent wall in the cramped hallway next to the ladies room door, one foot crossing the other and her arms crossed with a lit cigarette in one hand.

“Oh uh…sorry,” Eddie began, before adding, “Hey.” The girl took a drag of her cigarette, keeping her supporting arm still hugging her torso.

“Hey,” she replied, exhaling smoke to evaporate throughout the hallway. “Don’t sweat it.” Her voice was a sexy, deep rasp that sent a flutter to Eddie’s heart.

“I uh, I haven’t seen you in here before,” he croaked, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took in her dangerous beauty.

“First time here,” she answered shortly, looking away before putting her cigarette to her lips once again. Before Eddie could reply, a handful of girls suddenly spilled out of the ladies room, forcing him to bite his question. The girl caught the door, and as Eddie turned to walk out of the hallway, disappointment wiping his smile away, she called back to him as he was heading out to the main room.

“Hey man,” she said, causing Eddie to whip back around, maybe too enthusiastically. She jerked her chin up and to the side in a motion for him to step closer, which he happily obliged. “Nice set.”

“Hey, thanks,” he grinned, walking back to face her. She held the door open with the tips of her fingers, her wine red nails tapping lightly as she studied him.

“So, you seem like the kinda person to go to when you need to purchase something specific,” she gave him a sweet side smile as she spoke, a sexy canine poking through her lips as she nodded her head to her words. She was considerably shorter than he was, and kept her head lowered so that she was eyeing him through her lashes, one eyebrow raised as she waited for his response. Eddie squinted lightly, pushing his head back a bit so he looked down his nose at her, his tight-lipped smile forming indentions in the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes.

“Could you be more specific, sweetheart?” he poked, crossing his arms and leaning against the opposite wall. She smirked, a stifled laugh escaping through her nose as she looked down at her boots. She shifted her feet to plant flat on the ground, bringing her cigarette to her mouth one last time and inhaled. Keeping her head angled down, her eyes flicked back up to his, smiling more widely now as she put the cigarette out on the door frame and flicked it to the trash behind her in the girl’s room.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” she rasped. She put her hands in her jacket pockets and crossed her foot again as she leaned in the doorway, keeping the door ajar with her boot. Eddie nodded and looked up, smiling and squinting at the ceiling in faux contemplation.

“Yeah…yeah, I might have an idea,” he brought his gaze back down to hers and nodded his head in the direction of the back room of the hallway. She curled one corner of her mouth and nodded before disappearing behind the restroom door. This gave Eddie a few moments to release the breath he didn’t realize he was holding; he sighed and downed the rest of his drink, tossing it to a corner, afterwards bending over to wipe his palms on his thighs.

~~~

The “green room” was nothing more than a small changing room that doubled as an extra storage room. There was one loveseat, shelves for band gear, a makeshift vanity of a secondhand dresser with mismatched mirror, and a small bathroom with a shower towards the back. In one corner there stacked extra stage equipment that other bands had left or donated over time, almost completely blocking the small closet that carried extra hangers for the bands’ convenience. Overstock bar supplies littered various surfaces around the room: paper towels, utensils, condiments and other excess bulk items. It was the walls, though, that gave the room its charm. Every surface from wall to ceiling was plastered with band posters of all who had played there, good and bad graffiti, and signed names with words of encouragement (or insults).

Eddie led this newfound beauty to the back of the bar, kicking clutter and clothes around to form a path to his band’s gear. He knelt down to rummage around for his guitar case as the girl moved a discarded t-shirt and some scribbled on music sheets to sit down on the loveseat. He sprang up from the corner with a satisfied grin, looking admirably at a small baggie of an illegal substance.

“Here we are, love,” he beamed, shaking the bag before plopping down beside her.

“Thanks,” she chuckled, eyes transfixed on the weed. “And it’s Viv.”

“Eddie. Eddie Munson,” he replied with a smile, offering a hand that she shook softly. Her smooth, slender hand was cool to the touch and it sent chills through his spine, ending between his legs. His eyes trailed down to her shirt. “You know, I gotta say, I was a wreck when I found out Sid was dead.” She followed his gaze down.

“Oh, god. Yeah, I was a complete mess,” Viv agreed somberly. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt, smoothing it out before blinking up to meet his gaze again. Eddie became captivated by her piercing stare; he could tell her eyes were hazel by the way they sparkled more than one color, her dark eyeliner casting a dazzling contrast.

“The…the lasting legacy he made in the punk movement was…” he paused, her fierce glare derailing his train of thought. The corners of his mouth lifted in response to her raised eyebrows at his hesitation. “Legendary.”

Viv gave Eddie an appreciative smile, casting her eyes downward to stare at her boots. A few seconds passed silently before she spoke again.

“So, what're you thinking?” she asked, making eye contact again. Eddie started at this question, furrowing his brows. His previous thought was a rather raunchy scene of him finding out where the tattoo on her neck that he just noticed led. A montage of him pulling her onto his lap, placing gentle licks and kisses along the side of her neck and down to bite the ink on her skin swirled through his imagination. He shifted his weight and brought his ankle to rest atop his knee in order to hide his growing tension. His cheeks flushed slightly as he looked away, trying to quell his thoughts of her bouncing up and down across his lap, supported by his hands cupping her—

“What?” he shook the image out of his head and looked at her again.

“The price, man,” she smirked. Eddie’s eyes widened at the realization.

“Oh! Uh,” he gave an exasperated chuckle as he absentmindedly scratched his chin. “Well, I can do an ounce for $25, or uh…call it $15 and I join you.” He gave her his wide grin that defined the creases around his eyes and mouth, earning him an amused snicker in return.

“Alright, Munson. You’ve got a deal.”

At that Eddie beamed, leaping up from his seat to rifle through his guitar case again for his rolling papers. His belt chain clanged around his hip and a bandana swung from his back pocket as he dug through all of the gear. Finally he found what he was looking for and spun back around to give Viv a proud smile, tongue between his teeth and brows raised.

“The only thing, though,” he said, shoving all his paraphernalia into his jacket pockets, “is we aren’t exactly safe in here. You know, it’s still some high traffic to this room.” And it was definitely not quiet. Loud rock music was still thumping through the walls and the chatter of bar patrons got louder as the night progressed. Eventually an employee would need to come back there to restock. Viv gave him a quizzical look and rose from her seat slowly, giving her hair a tussle which didn’t even bother the hairstyle.

“Lead the way,” she rasped, flashing her pointed canine smile at him again. Eddie returned the grin before making his way to the main doorway to peer down the hall. After checking that the coast was clear, he shuffled back to the far end of the room, jumping over scattered music equipment and bags, to get to a small door in the back corner. He motioned for her to follow, apologizing for the mess, and watched as she gracefully maneuvered the maze of junk. It took a couple of shoulder slams to unstick the warped door from the frame, but once he got it open he stood back and gave her a courteous hand wave to motion her forward first.

“Step into my office,” he teased, following her through the doorway and slamming the door shut again, locking it. He turned around, wagging his eyebrows mischievously at Viv as he shook the baggie loose from his fist and emptying his pockets on the sink to get to work. She sat down across from him on the back of the toilet with her feet planted on the lid and watched as Eddie set up, catching his eye as she watched him expertly lick the blunt from side to side. He set it down on the sink so he could open up the window in the middle of the room, banging against the wood to unstick it from the window will. As he hopped up onto the sink backwards and hand-free, Viv smirked at him with an amused huff.

“Looks like my tequila shots haven’t affected your coordination much,” she grinned, a soft laugh meeting his surprised expression.

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FizzarOzzie Headcanons Pt. 1

Ozzie is very fond of pet names, and has a habit of calling Fizzarolli Fizz, Olli (So they are Ozzie and Olli), Olli Baby, Baby, and Parum Libidinis (Little Lust in Latin).  

Fizz will only respond to Ozzie calling him Olli. He will not acknowledge anyone else that tries to call him that, even if they are friends.

Fizz was never as into it as Ozzie, but he did eventually start calling him Babe (he will not ever use ‘baby’ for reasons he can’t explain), Ozz/Ozz Man/Big Ozzie, Babycakes (different from baby as it implies that Ozzie eats children and that’s one of Fizz’s favorite euphemisms for blow jobs), and Hot Stuff. This has been retconned HERE.

He is also partial to calling him a slut, but affectionately. Ozzie does not return the sentiment around people for the most part.

They seem to be allergic to the ‘L’ word (Verosika often tells Ozzie that they are clearly in lesbians because she thinks it’s funny), but they show each other their feelings often through actions.

Olli is grey asexual (demisexual) and has only ever felt sexually and romantically attracted to Ozzie. Ozzie is a hypersexual pansexual who has only ever felt romantically attracted to Olli. They have an open relationship, but Ozzie is the only one that takes advantage of it. Often, Olli likes to watch.

It took them a solid ten years to come to terms with the fact that what they had was love. Olli was positive that Ozzie was going to get rid of him because of how he feels about the matter, and because of the Hell he gave Stolas for being with Blitzo. 

Ozzie could never do that, and only came to the conclusion when he and Nikiva (oc) talked about it. She asked him what he would do without Olli, and he didn’t even want to think about it. He waited for three weeks before breaking the news, to which Olli replied with ‘I hoped you wouldn’t notice.’

Ozzie also had to explain that he doesn’t think being with an imp is the problem, so much as that it’s Blitzo that he’s with. Due to Olli’s dislike of him, Ozzie dislikes him.

Ozzie adores all of Fizz’s jokes and is very invested in his creative talent. Fizz enjoys Ozzie’s dancing, singing, and entertaining talents just as much as he craves his touch.

Olli will do literally anything for Ozzie and his image. 

Some disparaging comments from a few of Ozzie’s clients prompted him to remove his own horns in order to make it less obvious. Ozzie was worried sick over it and that cemented for a few people they are friends with that they might have moved to ‘love’ territory.

The amputation and following robotic upgrades of his arms and legs was for kink-related play, and he does not regret it. Initially Ozzie wasn’t sure about it, but he wouldn’t have Olli any other way, now.

The RoboFizz sex bots are fairly accurate down to a lot of details, but Ozzie won’t give away several of them because his Olli is the best Olli.

He signed a contract with Wally Wackford to have them produced in his factory, and they have become decent business partners and friends. 

Wally still doesn’t like that Ozzie and Olli will randomly decide to have sex even if he is there, however.

Fizzarolli got his faith in the legal system from Ozzie, who is a big proponent in suing for damages/mental grief, as well as any other reason someone might sue someone else. 

When he was fifteen, his parents gave him his inheritance early and retired. However, they sued him for it back a few months later, claiming that he stole it. He hired a good lawyer (who had a thing for feet and so he happily did all the kinky foot stuff with him to help pay for his services), and ended up winning the case. 

Should Fizz need legal advice, Ozzie is always willing to give it or find him a proper lawyer for whatever he needs one for.

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