☆ ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION WITH: @raxcity
❝ I’m not sure how you got past security,
but I don’t sign things in my dressing room.
Especially not when I’m very clearly rather
busy. ❞
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If this raxcity person lurks here then why tf are they still convinced you say sexual things abt eb here?? "Imagining what gross sexual things eblr are saying about the penis bit is ruining my day" or whatever they said about us "traumatizing" them. Its literally the first thing you guys say not to do. Which means they are actively lying to their followers to scare them with "big bad eeblr"
They wanna make us out to be the boogyman so they look so cool and brave for having the guts to lurk here lmao
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Raxcity interacts w someone whos marked red by shinigami eyes just so u know ><
oh right thanks for telling me !
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having a play - using an old Loaded facebook post . raxcity
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This is the sort of thing a resolute hacker could have accomplished given the time and the means, but there’s such little style in that, and he didn’t drag himself out of the pits of death with grated-bone and broken nails for banality.
He’s got his crystal ball -- literally -- and dusty, tightly wrapped cords of hyssop and balsam, occupying the rare patch of bare space on one of the many singed surfaces in his apartment-hovel. After his initial dial, the phone rings. He thinks about how gross and dirty the screen of your phone can get, sitting in your pocket and stuff, and thinks twice before pressing it completely against his cheek. When he hears the telltale click of a receptionist and he is, indeed, received, he curls his fingers around the polished quarts of the orb and sees that, yes, it worked, his name is magically penned in for the Once-ler’s two o’clock and there’s suddenly, magically, records of longtime communication.
❝ Oh, you must be ... ❞ the woman says, fumbling with the unfamiliar name written on the timetable that she’s almost certain wasn’t there the day before. He hums a little in recognition, bony elbow clattering against the table as he leans against it heavily. ❝ I’ll connect you to him right away. ❞
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|| raxcity has been summoned
CLINGING to the stalks of wood bearing simple flags, the most luxurious
platform the town of POTTSFIELD could provide for their humble leader, &&
clinging even more so to the knowledge of the presence of his denizens at his
roots, he met the visitor at the edge of the clutter of buildings.
They had been EXPECTING this arrival.
❝ MY GREETINGS, peddler, welcome to POTTSFIELD. We see well
why you’re here, so I should WARN YOU IN ADVANCE :: the people
here have carried on life the same way for nigh CENTURIES. But now,
you may speak, we shall listen to whatever you’re selling. ❞
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muse: The Once-ler : raxcity
↳ mun: natalie
Myers-Briggs: ESFJ
Enneagram: 3w1
↳ stacking: so/sx/sp
Alignment: lawful evil
Kinsey Scale: 3
Hogwarts House: hufflepuff
Temperament: sanguine
Fandom: the lorax
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raxcity liked △
“ so, the once-ler, huh ? HAHA, weird name for a
meatsack like you if you ask me - who came
up with that ? “
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(|: &. raxcity :|)
emma groans, rolls her eyes.
coiffed hair and all-white, she’s
a vision; albeit annoyed today.
“ that might be the most stupid thing i’ve ever heard you say. ”
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☆ ESTABLISHED TRANSMISSION (AGAIN) WITH : @raxcity
❝ You’re late. ❞
He frowns, recklessly tossing the stapler back into
the drawer he’d been rifling through with a
resounding clatter. The desk had been
unoccupied; ergo, it was his for the taking. He
leans back in the luxurious, hideous plush chair
practically engulfing his small frame and steeples
his fingers menacingly, glaring over his sunglasses
at his evidently careless new employer.
❝ Do you have any idea how busy I am ? And ... ❞ he
glances at the clock -- fifteen minutes ‘til ten in the
morning, bright and somewhat early, ❝ ... do you have
anything to drink ? ❞
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Convinced raxcity is pnsfw in denial bc even ebblr just has the common decency to just laugh off their nsfw jokes (minors are allowed to be idiots and make stupid jokes that aren't funny!!) and they're the ones who immediately began thinking about the "how ebblr is sexualizing them" and that boils down to "I was sexualizing them in my mind" how are they getting away with this???
Wouldn’t even be surprised. If a minor makes a dick joke and your first thought is about how a sfw community is going to sexualize them... you’re the problem
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( ❀ ) raxcity . ❜ ⋮
❝ aw, i really appreciate that, princess ! you are seriously
so nice to even invite me here ! but honestly, i wouldn’t
have found my way here without my innate sense of
DIRECTION, so—-oh. yeah, in this situation we are right
to be toasting me. all right ! ha ha, cheers ! ❞
❝ oh , no , of course ! you’re the one helping me,
after all. when i heard of your wonderful cloth,
i thought it would make the loveliest material
for some new covers for KIT . i’m so thankful
you’ve come all this way. please, have another
cake or biscuit. ❞
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★ ▬ raxcity FROM HERE !
★ ★ Miniature MAYHEM !! ★ ★
「 ❛ NO reason ? Well , a monopoly is considered a CRIME, is it
not ?And who I am ? I am the Warden of this lovely jail , and
YOU are now an inmate in it's establishment ! ❜ 」
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{ ;; raxcity }
❝ You do realize that you’re playing
the electric guitar ... and it’s not
plugged in, right ? ❞
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✎ -- raxcity
She’s REPULSED! Disgusted!
Paige cannot believe he’s wearing such a horrendous color. “How could a visionary as yourself dapper up in gr--gr--grrrr---green?” She’s honestly astounded anyone would want to even dress up, let alone like, that color. “Not creative at all! Take it off immediately. Change into something else. Anything but green!”
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mun: Natalie
↳ raxcity, terraefil
Myers-Briggs: INFP
Enneagram: 9w4
↳ stacking: sp/sx/so
Alignment: true neutral
Kinsey Scale: 3
Hogwarts House: ravenclaw
Temperament: melancholic
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