#ozzy.

STYLE SWAP BETWEEN TWO OCS;

i chose these two with a wheel i use, and it picked Ozzy and Rye! their color scheme isn't entirely different, but their aesthetics are different lol

YOUR OC DESCRIBES THEIR FAVORITE THING;

Ozzy: "My favorite thing? Finly, of course. That's easy. She's just... So great. I mean, I can't even put it into words. She just... Yeah. I could look at her all day, and find new things to love. I would bury a body for her."

Rye; "Favorite thing? My horse and Jesse! I love my horse because, well, she's my loyal steed! I love Jesse because he's Jesse, and that's all I need to say."

DRAW YOUR OC/S OVER SILLY IMAGES;

yeah :3

Ozzy wasn't entirely sure why some random girl in the concert audience had caught their eyes. She had short blackish brown hair with blue highlights, tan skin, and quite the voice. She sang- eer, screamed to every song Nkah sang on the stage. She must've been a long time fan. That, or she simply learned all the lyrics before coming.

Either way, she had caught Ozzy’s attention.

“Did you see them all? God, they were ready to kiss your feet, man!” Val cheered as they reached backstage, away from the audience. The blonde vampire had an extra pep in his step, and it was infectious to the other band members.

For once Nkah let a smile grace his face as he fixed the cuff of his sleeve. “Yes, I suppose they were.”

As they walked, King nudged Nkah with his hip, making the singer sway a bit. “You got a lil fan club forming?” He teased.

"It seems so," He replied, his voice calm. "Their enthusiasm is... appreciated."

Val clapped Nkah on the back, his energy barely contained. "Appreciated? Man, they were losing their minds out there! Especially that girl in the front row. She was all in."

Ozzy, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. "She did stand out." They said, more to themselves than anyone else. "She knew every word, every beat."

King raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "You noticed her too, huh? What’s the deal, Ozzy? You usually don’t pay much attention to the crowd.”

The shark-like drummer felt their cheeks warm up slightly. “I don't know. I just noticed her is all.”

Val gave Ozzy a knowing look, but before he could say anything snarky he was interrupted by Monty.

“Nkah!” The human smiled from ear to ear, wrapping his arms around the singer. He kissed Nkah on the cheek, hugging him tightly. “Ye guys looked amazing up there- like always.”

The other 3 band members were unphazed by this affectionate charade. Since Monty was dating the lead singer of 4TL, he got special privileges like VIP and going back stage to meet them. Averyll would certainly be on his way soon to see King and Val.

Ozzy fought back the jealousy that formed in his chest.

“Do ye have anything planned tonight?” Monty asked the band- more specifically the other 3. He already knew what he and Nkah would be doing tonight.

Val rested his arms on his hips, smirking. “Me, King and Avy will probably celebrate like per usual.” His demon lover nodded besides him.

Monty looked at the dummer. “Ozzy? What about ye?”

“Probably get some sleep. I'm wiped.”

The ex-priest looked a little saddened by the reply, but at this point he knew better than to pry with Ozzy. The shark would rather bite your hand off then admit anything.

“King! Val!” A voice called out a bit further away, grabbing the two’s attention. When they say Averyll shoving himself through workers, they immediately bolted off to embrace their 3rd party with kisses and words off affection. Ozzy was sure to hear complaints about being sore tomorrow.

Nkah turned to Ozzy, adjusting his glasses before speaking. “I assume you know you're always welcome with me and Montgomery.”

They nodded. “I know.”

Nkah gave a small nod, acknowledging Ozzy’s response. “Very well. Should you change your mind, you know where to find us.” With that, Nkah turned his attention back to Monty, who was already dragging the vampire along and chattering away.

Ozzy lingered for a moment, unsure if they wanted to stay or go. The image of the girl from the concert flashed in their mind again. She was gorgeous- fitting any definition for the word. They wished to try and find her, maybe talk to her, but it was already late. Ozzy doubted she'd stay around for long after a concert- most people usually tried to go home or to bars after wards.

They decided after a few moments that it was time to go home. Ozzy did some clean up before telling the crew and the helpers goodnight. As they walked through the hallway, the noise of the backstage gradually faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the night.

The air outside was cool, a welcome contrast to the heat of the concert venue. Ozzy took a deep breath, savoring the moment of the cool air. They hummed to themselves one of the songs from the concert, the melody still fresh in their mind. Ozzy tapped the beat of the songs against their leg, hearing the music in their mind and seeing the rest of the band doing their own parts as if they were performing again. It was relaxing to imagine. Playing with 4TL- despite their differences- was enjoyable. It was a little family.

Ozzy was only ripped out of his internal jam out session when a voice called for them. “Hey! Aren't you the drummer?!”

They turned around, seeing a girl running up to them from behind. THE girl.

“Uhm…” Ozzy immediately grew embarrassed, their body tensing up and she finally caught up, panting a little. “Yeah.”

She smiled, squealing a bit. A cute noise. “Oh, good! Uh, can I get your autograph?”

Ozzy watched as she held up a photograph of them. It looked like it was taken on a hand held camera. It was obviously taken during this concert.

“Sure.” They replied simply, trying to act casual. She handed them a sharpie and helped keep the photo still as Ozzy signed it. “There. Here's your sharpie back.”

She beamed as she looked at the finished autograph, jumping up and down a bit. She held it close to her chest before speaking. “Thank you, thank you! Argh, this was my first concert with you guys. I always loved your music, but you guys never came here! Ack- I'm rambling, sorry!”

Ozzy watched as this literal godess rambled off to them, her face constantly glowing more when she got excited. “No, it's okay.”

The girl rubbed the back of her neck nervously, chuckling. “You probably get a lot of people going off on ya like that, huh?”

It was obvious she was embarrassed, but Ozzy didn't see why. She looked absolutely adorable right now- and that was nothing to be embarrassed over. “Not really. Nkah and the other two get the most fame.”

The response seemed to make her a little upset, but she pushed it down. “Well, if it makes you feel better- I think you played way better than those guys! You can't have a complete song without a good beat!”

Ozzy wasn't oblivious to the way she was obviously trying to hype them up to feel better- but it didn't feel offensive. Ozzy actually liked it. It was nice. They couldn't help but smile a bit. “Thanks.”

There was a pause between them, neither of them knowing what to say. She eventually spoke up. “Ozzy, right?” She asked.

Ozzy nodded. “And you?” It felt like such a dangerous question- asking this fan her name. It felt like they were breaking a law- is it against the rules to accidentally have a blossoming crush over a fan? Is that wrong? It didn't matter however, as when she answered Ozzy’s felt the worry wash off.

“Finly.” She said, a pinkish tint on her cheeks. From this view Ozzy could see her green eyes hiding underneath her eyelashes.