#about razzy

[mithrilhearts]

Hello! 😁 I knew you did cupcakes but I just read that you're making sweets as well - what kind and flavour and how do you make them? That sounds fascinating!

And out of the sweets you make, which one do you think would be Bilbo's and Thorin's favourites? 🥰

Love you lots and lots and lots, massive hugs coming your way! 🤗🤗🤗

Hello hello!!!

I am slowly trying to expand my baking horizons! I've done butterscotch cinnamon rolls, various flavors of rice krispie bars, cookies, and more recently, cheesecakes!! Which, omg are amazing.

I think my favorite of the newest stuff have been the oreo rice krispies, and cookie dough cheesecakes I just made a few days ago 😋 I'm still working out what "base recipe" I like for these things, so the "how" is constantly changing, but I will tell you, I am a HUGE fan of no-bake cheesecakes. Way less stress, and they've been turning out wonderful!

I am gonna go back to a fic I wrote for my birthday not this year, but last year, which was centered around cupcakes - and say that the Blueberry Drizzle cupcake would be Thorin's favorite lol I recently made those as well! They're stuffed with blueberry filling, have a blueberry buttercream, and drizzle on top. 10/10 stars.

Now for Bilbo, I think he would be a strawberry kind of guy - I am aching to try out some strawberry biscuits, or strawberry shortcake style desserts, I think that would suit him best!

Thank you for asking! I love talking about the baking journey!

[mithrilhearts]

Thank you for the tag, @skinnyscottishbloke!!!

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

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saw the open tag from @apple-duty and decided to play : )

tag game! 🫢

rules: color the sentences that are true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

no pressure tags @notagoodlad @spot-o-bodysnatchin @thedoctorajcrowley @notalostcausejustyet @hannicrow @nelsonandspringforever @ineffable-romantics @ineffablebookgirl @crowleybrekkers @celestialcrowley @crawley-fell @crowleyholmes @lordoftherazzles and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it : )

[lavendervalleyexpress]

Obsessively watching Deadpool & Wolverine press tour videos as I do and Ryan said Google “Hugh Jackman neck testicles” and I have made A Mistake

[lily-alphonse]

I love the wizard, man

I just shared another fanart that has me sinking deeper into my affection for him. Maybe I should actually get the mod one day (gasp, me marrying anyone but Sebastian?! Unheard of)

To me he’s giving Jack Sparrow but world-weary. He’s seen too much shit. He’s like 300 years old but uses magic to keep his body at like 55.

I have competing headcanons of him being uncle-like or being a fucking creep weirdo and I love him in either interpretation lol. Imagine if he was a creep, but then the farmer matches his freak and turns the tables on him.

That moment when you try to stalk the new girl but woops she’s actually stalking YOU because she’s a goth baddie obsessed with the occult lmao. That would go so HARD dont even lie

[mithrilhearts]

Thank you for the tag, @skinnyscottishbloke!! So sorry I've missed so many tag games lately 😭🤣 getting back to it!!

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair /i often wear sweatshirts /i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports /i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

Non-obligatory tags for @mirkwood @cilil @chaoticangel666 @glamdolf @glorf1ndel @feanope

Thank you for tagging me, @purplewilmon 🥰

bold whats true about yourself!

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair /i often wear sweatshirts/i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes/i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports /i play an instrument/i know more than one language / i can cook or bake/i like writing/i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone /i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years/ i am an only child

No pressure tags: @morganadelacour @its-about-the-acethetic @herrlichersonnigertag @turniptitaness @dearheartdont and anyone else who wants to play!

[truepsychicbedtimestories]

Everyone say “Thank you, Blue” for being the oh-so virtuous protector of my water bottle

[appallinnballin]

my daughter now

[rigb0ner]

*sigh* Shance.

[mithrilhearts]

Thank you for the tag on this game @morningnoodles, @sunnyrosewritesstuff & @fantasyinallforms!!

Are you named after anyone? Nope! I think my parents just liked the name and ran with it lol

When was the last time you cried? It's been awhile...which is alarming lol

Do you have kids? No, and I don't want them.

What sports do you play? I don't play sports anymore, but I used to play both soccer and softball growing up! I'm tempted to join my sister's rec volleyball team next year tho!

Do you use sarcasm? Who me? Noooo. (yes)

What's the first thing you notice about people? I tend to notice if they are chatty or not, it's part of my job (kind of). I can determine whether people want to be quiet or have a more engaging conversation at work.

What's your eye colour? Hazel - green/brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings definitely.

Any talents? Ahhhh I'm bad at answering this?

Where were you born? Kansas, born and raised lol

What are your hobbies? Writing fic, playing video games, baking, reading, crochet (it's been awhile)

Do you have any pets? I have two doggos!

How tall are you? 5'0

Favourite subjects at school? As far as core subjects, English. Other? ART!!!

Dream job? At this point, I have a passion for baking...so let's go with that. (I am desperately trying to strive towards this!)

Non-obligatory tags for: @sunnibits @myeaglesong @aratjob @smolestboop @nikuttek @lucradiss @verk0my @tetchy-frog and anyone else who wants to play!

15 people, 15 questions

I was not tagged by @lingeringmirth but it looked fun, so here we are! 😁 (Sorry, hope you don't mind, haha) Are you named after anyone? A character from a book, but honestly a rather dull character. No one uses my actual legal name anyway, except for mother dearest.

When was the last time you cried? Two days ago.

Do you have kids? I don't, no.

What sports do you play/have played? Swimming, tennis, show jumping, archery, and for a while I did fencing, but I was very bad at it because I apologised every time I scored a touch.

Do you use sarcasm? Not well, no. I try to avoid it because folks can't always tell when I'm joking.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they smile back or not.

What's your eye colour? Blue.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, always.

Any talents? I'm a fairly good cook! I have a knack for replicating food I've eaten without the use of a recipe, which is handy!

Where were you born? Hampshire.

What are your hobbies? Writing, gardening, and crafts. I like making things, putting my energy into creating and having something lovely at the end!

Do you have any pets? I do! I have a spaniel called Wilfred. He's 3.5 years old, and he came to live with me about 2 years ago.

How tall are you? 5'2"

Favourite subjects at school? English lit, and art.

Dream job? Lesbian trophy wife. Seriously though, I don't have one. I just wish I had funds enough to live comfortably so that I could dedicate my time to looking after the people around me and creating stuff.

Non-obligatory tags for: @hobbityalse @welcometothevoidmychild @wisterioak @smolestboop @camibispace @rachelillustrates @skymeria @may-darling @e132020 @sunnyrosewritesstuff @fantasyinallforms @michaelnormalfrompennsylvania @thatfancygirlinblack @swanfan17 and anyone else who wants to have a go!

[mithrilhearts]

I'm looking for more people to play with in FFXIV 👀 so if anyone wants to pal around sometime, feel free to add me, or message me.

Character Name: D'raziya Kyis Data Center/Server: Primal - Leviathan Main Job: Dancer (But I can play any job at this point) What content I enjoy: I really like leveling (I have plenty of alts to play on because of this), and have recently been enjoying crafting and gathering a lot. I'm more of a casual player, but wouldn't be opposed to trying out some of the harder stuff! Ex-Primals and what not. But mostly, just looking for people to run dungeons with, hang out with, and just find some more FF friends! I've been playing since Beta, and a lot of my OG friend group have stopped playing.

Feel free to poke me on discord as well if you like - I'm listed under the username "mithrilhearts" just like on here!

Thanks! 💛

[leucoratia]

Kraz, royal healer

Kraz (Razzy if they like you(but they like everyone)(except Jerry)) is a human (?) mage who voluntarily exiled themselves to the underground to follow monsterkind during the war. They are later appointed royal healer by the king and queen and has devoted themselves to the betterment of monster society ever since. They are the only human the royal scientist ever tolerated (although would you call sharing lab coats and beds tolerating or...something else?)

Information

-Species : mage (half monster, half human)

-Age : older than the barrier. As long as they will to live, it appears that a mage cannot age.

-Gender : apparently born a female, although it is unclear how sexual dimorphism develops in mages. Kraz does not specifically care.

-Soul : Green

-Height : 1.99m (6'5)

-Hair colour : Black (somehow iridescent ?)

-Eye colour : deep dark brown. Their sclera is grey as well.

-Build : sickly thin, actually skin and bones. They never eat much of anything, claiming that they do not need a lot of food. It worries people quite a lot, especially Toriel, but they have been like this for hundreds of years so... at least they're not dead ? Still, they scare the kids.

-Personnality : a sweet, calming presence. They exude an aura which makes anyone around them feel at peace. Although they are quite akward and generally anxious, they smile easily and brightly. Kraz is very friendly, caring, and kind to a fault. has quite an outdated manner of speech. A jokester. Always does their best to please people around them. Deeply devoted. Probably has some sort of attention deficit. Easily fascinated. Suffers from chronic bird behaviour (will bring you trinkets??).

-Likes : gardening, playing the piano, cooking, puzzles, collecting shiny trinkets, science, herbal medicine, cultivating bacteria, gift giving, late 1800's fashion, dark spaces, funny socks, Gaster.

-Dislikes : loud noises (especially clamoring crowds), being watched, sudden movements, bright reflective surfaces, small enclosed spaces, bitter foods.

Backstory

Kraz was born to a human mother and a monster father during the war, as mages often are. Abandoned by their mother, who could not endure the shame of their birth, they were taken under their father’s wing and raised amongst a small monster village. Early on, they manifested an extremely intense green soul and spectacular magical power, even for a mage. Although unequipped and unprepared to nurture such potential, the monsters in Kraz's community did their best to encourage the toddler's magical prowess, such as having them heal cuts and bruises, or speed up a few carrots' growth. But as war progressed, human armies swept through monster territory and eventually raided the child's village, pillaging and slaughtering everyone in their path. In these times mages were rare, being the product of monster-human relationships, but extremely sought after by humanity, who could only manifest minor magic potential. Stumbling upon the young Kraz and recognising in their physiology the traits of a "hybrid", human soldiers immediately identified them as a mage and took them away to be raised amongst humans. Their father, if he ever survived the attack, never stopped looking for his little bird until his dust settled on the ground. And so Kraz was raised in human war camps and settlements, amongst soldiers and other mages. Being so young, they only ever had vague memories of their time amongst monsters and soon put them to rest. As they grew, their healing powers grew with them, and it was soon clear to the commanders that Kraz may as well be the most spectacular healer that they had ever known, capable of rising men at death's door back on their feet and ready to fight in mere minutes. Suffice to say, as one of their greatest asset, they were sent from battlefield to battlefield, from division to division in order to rise the almost dead and reinforce the dwindling human forces. But they had a fault. Kraz, at their heart, was kind. Compassionate. Caring. And oh so, so young still, no more than fifteen. And the pain, the suffering inflicted by and to monsters broke their soul into pieces. See, despite all the propaganda, they could never quite bring themselves to hate monsters. Hate half of themselves. And so in the midst of the battle's confusion, in secret, they would slip a hand or a green bullet towards a bleeding frog here. A dusting lion there. They wished they could just run to them and pour their whole magic into the wounded, but the human soldiers watched them. Always. But eventually, as war was nearing its end, temptation was too great. They could take it no more. And so during a bloody battle, they slipped away from the soldiers surrounding them and ran to a fallen monster, who was already dusting away. A skeleton. The young mage fell to their knees, reaching for the monster's broken face with magic already at their fingertips and reassurances spilling from their lip, and poured everything they had left as the soldier tried to struggle and speak. He barely was able to call to them, in a language they didn't know, his bones just starting to reform, but fate is oh so cruel. Kraz could only slip their guard's attention for so long, and just as life started to flicker back in the man's face, they were torn off his bloodied body and promptly covered in his dust, their work undone by the fall of a sword. As the soldiers dragged the teen away, they could only claw down at the dusty floor to rack up the dust, and a nametag. Dingbats.

"Traitor", they were deemed. "An error of nature", "a freak", they were called. But a valuable freak nonetheless. Their magical abilities were still wholly unmatched through all of the land. They were needed. And so Kraz was beaten down, corrected, whipped back into shape. Into following orders. Royals spoke of banishment. Of a barrier. And they needed mages.

Finally, monsters were defeated. They were to be sealed underground. Kraz and the other mages assembled, staring down at a beaten monsterkind, a sea of eyes and bleeding hearts crying out at them as they chanted the words.

They couldn't do it. They couldn't.

They ran to them.

As the barrier rose up, this child fell to their knees in front of Asgore and Toriel and begged them to let them stay. To right this wrong. To help. They did.

And so Kraz poured their heart out. It wasn't easy, getting monsters to accept human help, even though they shared some physical traits. They slaved away for nothing in return, growing crops magically in dead ground and never taking even a grain of wheat for themselves. Endlessly imbuing water with their energy to create remedies for everyone. Only accepting the bare minimum of food to stay alive, even though they felt as if they were tearing this food away from the hands of the needy. They tried so, so hard to repair humanity's sins. Clear their name in the eyes of monsters.

And eventually, it somewhat worked. Instead of frowns, they were faced with smiles. Children stopped crying when they saw the healer's incomplete beak and started to spare them a smile. The elderly stopped refusing treatment from them. And even though they still had to face a seemingly unclimbable wall as they began further studies in medicine, biology and microbiology, chemistry, agricultural sciences, magical studies, anything to broaden their knowledge and help, they made it. (No thanks to the shy, awkward, standoffish and straight up rude engineering-chemistry-physics student which whom the king and queen pushed Kraz to hang out with. They said that it would "help the both of you, you kids would work beautifully together". Not that the mage minded, as a matter of fact they quite enjoyed his presence and always did their best to be agreeable and overall lovely company; but the skeleton never quite seemed to get over his absolute loathing of humans. Oh well, no matter. They'll keep trying anyways.). Eventually they did succeed and ascended to the position of "tolerable fellow student who I regularly hang out with" in the eyes of their adversary. When Kraz got their first doctorate, in medicine, WingDings even cracked a smile. And as the two completed their studies, the now mage-doctor was promoted to "acceptable collaborator". A win for the ages!

Kraz finally moved out of the derelict place they were practicing medicine in since the war to a more acceptable place (which was, well, their newly furnished house, courtesy of the royal family for their friendship and as a congratulatory gift for their doctorate) and kept working as always. But with an official title to strengthen their position, and what some may call a reluctant friend, things seemed lighter. Monsters were flocking to their office, business (which was still free but their patients insisted on leaving little somethings) was booming, their ties to their fellow "collaborator " deepening, and the doctor became sincerely appreciated in their community. Maybe not in all monsterdom yet, memories of the war never quite fading, but it was progress. Things were going well.

But it seemed that fate had other plans.

One day, plague broke out. The illness decimated monster populations, entire families perishing from an unknown condition.

And Kraz, oh Kraz, tried everything. Every spell, every potion, every cure they could think of. Nothing worked. They asked for help to the other healers, consulted with other scientists, even asked the engineers if they could think of something, anything. Nothing worked. They could only watch as the malady swept through monsters, powerless to watch them die, just like they did during the war.

No. No.

They would not stand for it, they would not STAND FOR THIS !! They will find a cure. At any cost.

They locked themselves in their laboratory.

One day. Two days.

Three days.

Six days.

Eight days.

Their colleagues had tried banging on the door, shouting at them to come out, to go home, they would not answer. They called for the doctor’s friends, to no avail. Eventually, it was WingDings Gaster, the royal scientist himself, to be at their door threatening them to “kick their feathery ass if it’s the last thing he does” in order to get them to open the damn door.

No answer.

But the royal scientist was a stubborn man. And when words failed, he proceeded to take the door’s security system apart and barge into the lab, only to be taken aback by the stench. He covered his non-existent nose with a sleeve and bit back the urge to let last night’s dinner see the light of day again, ushering the doctor’s worried coworkers away. It reeked of illness. It reeked of plague. The skeleton, being the only one without lungs and hence immune to all airborne diseases, made his way through the mess of papers, vials and…patches of blood and hair…to the form bent over his friend’s table. Kraz was staring straight at him with their big, beady dark eyes which seemed to be glazed over. They looked even paler than they usually do, which is to say whiter than snow, and seemed so frail that they could snap at any moment. Their face was also swimming in what seemed to be bloodied spit, over a mountain of papers scribbled with words that made no sense. Suffice to say, they looked like death itself. They looked dead.

It was as if Gaster’s bones were made of ice. Barely thinking, he grabbed his friend’s limp body, by Asgore were they TALL, and zapped away somewhere safe. Somewhere clean. His place, apparently.

He cleaned Kraz. Changed them. Laid them in bed. Listened to their delirious babbles, relieved that at least they were alive. In a moment of clarity, the doctor pleaded him to retrieve some instruments from their lab and conduct a series of tests on samples of their blood, which he was urged to collect daily.

“I need to help them Dings. Please. Please, I beg of you, do this for them. Or else I would have done this for nothing. Please.”

Eventually, the unthinkable happened. They got better, the little colour their cheeks normally had returned. As soon as the healer could walk again, they were out of their friend’s house and back in their lab (ignoring everyone’s admonishments). Barely a week later, there was a cure for the seemingly incurable plague.

Monsterkind was saved.

And everything was truly fine. Kraz was promoted to Royal Doctor (a fact they endlessly teased Gaster with, because Now you can’t boss me around anymore mister science man), was granted a whole department in the Hotland labs, and was now revered though the kingdom! Their promotion to head doctor was also accompanied by another, to the exclusive rank of “beloved special stupid idiot who gave themselves the plague” in the soul of a certain someone. They weren’t going to live that one down anytime soon. But well, when the royal scientist’s coworkers noticed that his lunch was packed daily in the common room fridge with “Do not forget nourishment today dear, I will see you tonight at our usual, -A stupid idiot “stuck to it, let’s say that the air in the Core labs was decidedly more pleasant. And Alphys, a young intern that the Doctor befriended during one of their numerous visits to their collaborator-friend-lover(?),  could barely contain her gushing to anyone that might listen.

Yes. Times were good.

Until a human fell.

[crimson-nail]

razlo dragon and thee man himself…

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Last Line Tag Game

@lordoftherazzles and @myeaglesong both tagged me to share the last line I wrote. 👀 Okay so this actually comes from a story I'll reveal Dec. 30th for Razzy for Fandom Trumps Hate! 🤩

Thorin shook his head with a soft grin as he went back to fixing the door. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to a festival of any sort. He vaguely remembered the festivals in Dale from his youth. Well, he remembered the kites more than anything. He manned the forge during many mannish festival and competitive days. However, he could already tell he was going to enjoy this one. Mainly because he got to attend with his friend. He would have to decide soon how he wanted to act on that.

I feel like I've tagged a lot of people tonight so anyone who wants to play, go for it!

[proficgen]

WHAT DID I SAY

in EVERY niche fandom

IS A PROSHIPPER

[allycat75]

Just because something isn't recorded doesn't mean what was said will be forgotten, Boston Dumb Fuck.

Go Portugal!

[doodle17]

Gawd- DAYUM I need to stop making all these serious edgy etc. Issues with these aged up fictional children every damn time I'm like "ooohhh man, and then, my guy goes through the absolute horrors" suddenly I'm like "oh wait, he's just a little guy. A little itty bitty baby. A skronkly little thing"