#raz ask hours

[razmeteor]

Ayup, poll time.

[smilecult]

C L O V E R

Why the F U C K are you trying to FUCK nibbly???! I ain’t shaming but pat time I check you two fuckin hated each other??? DID I MISS A CHARACTER WRC OR THREE????

[razmeteor]

I mean shit so do I.

richie and ruth both have Ted’s number and will send him stupid pictures that they take of Pete

yup

[erigold13261]

id like to see your take on transfem raz :3

My transfem Raz would probably have idolized Milla a lot more and so made her clothes look more like her's instead of like Sasha's.

She'd also get hair extensions until her hair was long enough on its own and wear blue eye shadow like Donatella!

[maze-of-sweets]

Hi, get garliced.

*Throws basket of garlic bread at you(hide that shit from nibbly)* -Raz, 🎬🍓

I’ve never had garlic bread actually.

[razzle-zazzle]

from the little i know. Dion acts all tough and mighty but deep down he does the things he does out of fear.

is this true? also can you do a character study/deep analysis of his character for funsies because i find those so interesting

I've sort of laid out my thoughts on Dion through a lot of other posts, but if I had to boil it all down into one take, my thesis (if we allow for open interpretation of what canon gives us, alongside my own headcanons) is thus:

Dion is a character who, most of all, desires stability. His family is important to him; he knows where he stands in it and what to expect. He listens to his parents and tries to follow their examples, while impressing on his siblings to do the same. He sticks to what he knows and avoids the truths that don't fit his worldview.

Dion knows where he stands; he's the eldest, it falls to him to look after his siblings, and it's likely he expects to take over the circus when his parents finally pass it down. He knows his duties and chores, he knows what his parents expect of him. Dion knows where he stands in his family, and uses that to frame his understanding of where he stands in the world at large; he's an Aquato.

Dion knows what to expect; he knows his Nona and his parents and his siblings. He knows that his family is cursed. He knows his Nona has decades of experience, and can be very silly when she wants to. He knows his mother has high expectations of her children because she truly believes in them. He knows his father does what he does to keep the family safe. He knows his sister will always have his back, and he'll have hers. He knows Raz is obsessed with his nerd books and is treading towards a dangerous path, but he's still his little brother. He knows Mirtala is full of optimism, but won't blindly go along with things she doesn't like. He knows Queepie is smarter than most kids his age. Dion knows his family, he knows what to expect from them.

He listens to his parents, he tries to follow their examples. These are the people who raised him, he trusts them to know what's right or wrong and he follows their expectations to the letter. He's at the age where he knows that they can make mistakes, but he still trusts them because they're his parents. Because if he can't trust them to do their jobs as parents, then what can he trust?

Dion sticks to what he knows and avoids the truths that don't fit his worldview. The Aquatos are cursed. Psychics are tricksters and monsters. Whether he knows Frazie is psychic or not prior to the events of the game is up to interpretation (it tends to vary from AU to AU for me, based on what works best)—he's either actively ignoring a truth that doesn't fit his worldview, or he's utterly blind to it. He doesn't go in the water. Even when he finds out his father is psychic, and Raz points that fact out to him? "It's just a phase." He is outright dismissing something that doesn't line up with his pre-established worldview.

So when Raz runs away and Dion's world gets turned upside down in a matter of days? When his father turns out to be psychic and his Nona turns out to be his great aunt instead of his grandmother? When the most important tenets of his life are challenged?

Dion clings to what he knows and challenges Raz' actions. He snaps out the worst words he can without thinking about the hurt they'll cause, because he is frustrated and angry and terrified. He's losing what stability he has when he's already got a lot to deal with—and he's just a teenager, besides; he's not equipped to deal with his stress in an emotionally intelligent manner.

Dion knows that things aren't exactly easy for the family. He might not know all the finer details of the budgeting, but he's old enough to clue into the fact that the Aquatos are not exactly well off. But that's a familiar struggle, one he knows and knows how to deal with. Having his world shaken up in the way that the games shake it up isn't something he's familiar with—it's a different kind of struggle, where Dion doesn't know what the expect anymore or where he stands. He's just lost most of the stability he's used to, and he's not coping with it well at all.

tl;dr Dion desires stability, and does not cope well with losing that stability.

[thestoriesincoffeestains]

To the Finish Line [Raisa/Danny]

[ Previously On ]

She'd been right; sleep was all she needed. Raisa woke up refreshed and ready to revamp her set, making a few adjustments that might better suit the early bird crowd. After saying goodbye to Danny, Raisa spent the rest of the day vetting and visiting apartments nearby, though most were definite no's. She was glad to forget all of it--work, moving again--for a few hours of fun with Danny.

"Hungry?" she asked when he finally finished work. She was already in the kitchen, bouncing on her heels in her eagerness to go. For once, Raz was in shorts and a simple tee, dressed for comfort over anything else--though she still wore her badass heeled boots. @musicallyiinclined

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Rising and Falling

Or, a oneshot set shortly after Arin betrays the ninja. Corruption arc Arin aftermath.

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The flight back was the longest night of Sora’s life. 

No one spoke. 

No one looked at Sora. 

No one looked at Lloyd. 

No one talked about Arin. 

Sora wanted to. She wanted to scream and shout. She wanted to grab Lloyd by the shoulders and ask why Arin had abandoned them like that. She wanted to flare her powers, take over the engine, and turn the Bounty around immediately. She wanted to demand that they all go back. But they had nothing to go back to. Raz had pulled his little making-everyone-on-his-side-disappear trick. And this time, Arin had gone with him. 

Willingly. 

Not as a hostage, not as any part of a plan. Willingly. 

Sora would never forget the look in Arin’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he’d said. “You don’t need me. I need to get stronger. I need to find my family.” His eyes had flicked to Lloyd and his face had twisted. “My real family.” 

Shaking her head, Sora scrubbed away the tears in her eyes. She didn’t want to relive that moment anymore. But she had a sneaking feeling that it simply lived in her head now. Forever. 

The Bounty touched down at the Monastery. Every light was off. The only glow came from the red moon and a sliver of the white one. The faintest line of dawn pulsed along the horizon, dimming the stars. Sora turned to Lloyd, but he was gone. 

Nya put her hand on Sora’s shoulder. “Get some sleep.” It was the first thing anyone had said to her in hours. Nya’s own voice was husky. “It’s been a long night.” 

Sora stopped just outside of the Monastery gates. She couldn’t go in. She couldn’t go in. Without Arin it was empty. It was cold. It was nothing. 

There would be no scent of a freshly baked pie. There would be no giggles and cute little leg kicks as he read scrolls about his beloved ninjas’ adventures. There would be no laughter ever again, as far as Sora was concerned. 

“Nya. Where did Lloyd go.” 

Nya hesitated, clearly unsure if she should tell Sora. 

“Nya. Please.” 

“Check the far side of the Monastery. Outside of the wall. Be careful of the cliff.” She made to walk away, then stopped. “Make sure you eat breakfast. I know you probably don’t want to, but you should eat something.” 

Sora didn’t respond. She just started off around the outer edge of the Monastery wall. 

By the time she found him, it had lightened just enough for her to see her teacher’s silhouette against the dim sky.

Plopping down next to him, she noticed that he flinched away slightly. 

More silence. 

Chilly breezes ruffled Sora and Lloyd’s hair. 

“I’m sorry,” Lloyd finally said at last.

Sora didn’t say anything. She didn’t trust herself to speak. 

“I thought… I thought I could be your teacher. I thought that I could be like Wu. But I’m not.” Lloyd pulled his knees up to his chest. The motion was so innocently childish that Sora was momentarily taken aback. 

“I’ve failed you. I’ve failed Arin. I’ve failed Riyu. I’ve failed Wu. I’ve failed myself!” Pale purple sky reflected in his eyes as they slowly filled with tears. “I shouldn’t have tried to teach. I should have seen what kind of pressure Arin was under. I should have been a better teacher. I’m not Wu. I wanted to be, I just…” Lloyd buried his face in his knees. “I’m sorry. I understand if you want to leave.” 

Her mouth fell open in indignation. “L-leave?” 

“Why would you want to be taught by me anymore? You have no reason to stay now. I’m the worst teacher possible. You shouldn’t feel pressured to stay with someone as awful at this as I am.”

Gears turned in Sora’s brain. Her grief, her shock, her denial over Arin’s choice shifted. As the sun rose closer to the horizon, so did a new feeling in Sora’s gut. 

“So that’s it?” she snapped, her voice harsh. “We’re just giving up?” 

“You saw how he looked at me.” 

“SO WHAT?!” 

The sky lightened another shade, now tinging the clouds with hints of pink as Sora’s anger rose to the surface. 

“COULD YOU BE MORE SELFISH?!” 

Lloyd’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?” 

“‘Aw, poor me, poor me. I’m not as good as Master Wu. I lost my student because I wasn’t paying attention. Waaa, waaa, waaa.’ Okay, and?!” 

“Sora, you don’t understand. Master Wu–” 

“Oh enough about Master Wu already! I honestly don’t think he was anywhere near as perfect as you and Arin seem to think. I’ve read the scrolls, Lloyd. It sounds like he wasn’t this amazing mythical figure you see him as. It sounds like he didn’t tell you guys enough. It sounds like he didn’t always prepare you for this stuff. Heck, he didn’t even know the Merge was gonna happen until it was too late! This Wu guy clearly wasn’t perfect despite having years of experience on you.”

“Hey, don’t disrespect my uncle!”  

“You’re telling me that Wu was the perfect teacher to every single student he ever came in contact with? You’re telling me he never messed up, pushed too hard, or got too distracted?” 

“No, never– well.” 

Lloyd dropped his legs back into a meditation position. “There was Morro. His first student. Master Wu messed up with him big time.”

“See? Wu’s first student gave him issues too. It shouldn't be this big a deal–” 

“Sora, he accidentally drove Morro away. He died. He came back as a ghost. Possessed me. Tried to curse the world. Uprooted destiny. Trapped my father in the Cursed Realm.” His green eyes finally turned to her. The sky made them look… red. 

Sora had nothing to say.

Pink on the clouds darkened to scarlet streaks. Blood smeared across the sky. 

“So. So Master Wu wasn’t perfect.” 

“Well it’s clear that we’ve both messed up big time. You’re angry, Sora. I understand. But I just don't see how I can continue to teach–” 

“No!” 

The anger was back, twice as crimson as the sky. 

“I’m not gonna leave the Monastery! I have nowhere else to go! Arin is my family. And Arin is my home. I’m not staying here without him and I’m not leaving without him. I’m not doing anything without him!” 

“What if he doesn’t want to be saved? What if Raz corrupted him, or brainwashed him, or something that we can’t undo? We don’t know where they went or why exactly Arin felt the need to– Sora we just… can’t.” 

Shooting to her feet in time with the first golden sunbeams, Sora glared down at her teacher. 

“Stop thinking about yourself! Stop thinking about your failure! This is all of our fault. If I hadn’t made him think he did object-Spinjitzu that one time, or if I’d told him about it, or if I’d-I’d, I don’t know, talked to you about this first then maybe we wouldn’t be here.” 

Lloyd opened his mouth. 

“But we are here! And Arin is gone.” 

And it hit her. 

Sora sank to her knees. 

“Arin is gone, Lloyd. He left us. He left me.” 

She stared at the grass, ashen as its green mixed with glow of the stained sunrise. 

“I want him back.” She raised her head to give a hard, cold look to her teacher. Lloyd’s expression was unreadable. “I want him back.” Sora repeated. 

She stood up again, more slowly this time. Just as she did, the sun broke over the horizon, bathing her face in vermillion. 

“Ninja never quit.” 

Lloyd just stared for a moment. “I think that’s the first time you’ve said that.” 

“Yeah, well. Quitting isn’t an option. And if Arin’s not going to be a ninja then I’d better be a ninja for both of us.” 

Slowly, Lloyd got to his feet. “I don’t want to mess up again, Sora. I don’t want to lose you too. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t…” he sighed. “I don’t know how we’re going to do this.”

“Well I’m doing it. I don’t know how exactly, but I’m gonna do it. You are welcome to join me, Lloyd.” 

Maybe it was the rising sun, but Lloyd's smile was warmer than she’d ever seen it. He held out his arms for a hug and Sora fell into it. She felt so small. 

“I can’t promise that I’ll be a perfect teacher. I can’t promise that I will be like Wu, or that I won’t be like Wu.” He squeezed tighter. “But I can promise that I’m going to try my hardest to make this little family of ours whole again.” 

Arin’s words seemed to echo in the air. 

My real family. 

“Okay,” Sora whispered, wiping her eyes. 

By the time they broke apart, the sun had risen fully. Messy red had given way to a pale, peaceful blue. 

“Let’s go get our boy,” Lloyd said. “No more moping. No more feeling sorry for myself.” 

“No more comparison to Wu?” 

“I’ll try.”

“That’s all Arin and I ever wanted of you.” 

Under the rays of a warm sun, teacher and student walked into the Monastery together, ready to piece themselves back together. 

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Twelfth Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Twelfth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

DW: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr @midnight--raine @blueberry-sunshines @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @yeethaw13 @complimentary-breadbasket @thekirbishow @stilestotherescue @madspads @catlynharper@merrilark @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Twelve doesn’t like to sit still for too long, even after sex. He does like to cuddle, and one of his favourite things is tracing your palm lines while his head rests on your shoulder, but he can only relax like that for about an hour at most before he’s itching to go do something- usually shower with you or tinker with some sort of alien tech. 

He also likes to listen to music after sex- soft instrumental music. Sometime’s he’ll play with your fingers and read you an excerpt of a book he’s reading if he’s wanting to do something but also cuddle with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself are his ears. He loves having them kissed and stimulated, but he also just likes the way they look on him. Twelve’s favourite body part on his partner is usually their ankles. The man is obsessed with a pretty ankle. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Twelve goes absolutely feral when he sees his cum dripping off from your skin. Chest, chin, back, ass- wherever. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It’s not for everyone (and not for Raz either) but I feel like Twelve would like- enjoy giving foot massages a little too much. Something about the view up your legs, the curve of your skin and the way you moan under his touch when he rubs a stubborn knot out of the sole of your foot. Just drives him wild. He just has a little bit of a thing for feet. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Twelve is not that experienced. He doesn’t fuck on a whim, he fucks for love and companionship- so he’s not had many one-night stands or anything like that, but he’s a fast learner and one of the things that he enjoys the most about a new relationship is finding out exactly how to make his partner melt for him. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Twelve’s favourite position is having you ride him. He loves to put his hands on your ass and watch you pleasure yourself on him. He finds the sight of you like that spectacularly erotic- particularly when he grips you tight and decides to fuck up into you. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends. Twelve can be serious, but he can be goofy too. If he’s feeling self-conscious, he’s definitely going to be a little goofier in order to distract himself and his partner from his insecurities. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Twelve doesn’t really care for pubic maintenance hair-wise. He just lets the hair do what it wants, but he makes sure to keep it clean, of course. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Again, it depends on how insecure he’s feeling. If he’s feeling confident, he’s very suave and romantic, but if he’s feeling insecure, he can be a bit awkward, too. If he’s feeling dominant, though, he’s not very romantic. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Twelve only really masturbates when he’s really, really desperate. He doesn’t really have time to, otherwise. Always flitting about from one thing to the next. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Twelve has a daddy kink. He also as I mentioned before, has a mild thing for feet, and he really likes to choke his partners. That rush sends pleasure up his spine and makes his brain tingle. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Up against the wall is his favourite place to do it. Second to that is over the couch. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Twelve is turned on by music, sometimes. As in, bassy guitar riffs and lyrics to match. If you wear lipstick, a deep shade of red will also get him going, too. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Gun and knife play are big no-no’s and he’s not big on cnc, either. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preference is to give. There’s nothing like being trapped between his lovers’ thighs. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Generally speaking, Twelve likes to be slower and more gentle, but he’s not opposed to a good hard fuck either if the mood strikes. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Twelve is a big fan of quickies. The amount of times he’s fucked you in a broom closet between lunch and the oncoming alien incursion has been innumerable. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Twelve is all about risk in the bedroom. He’s keen to try things, learn things, experience things. As long as they don’t put you in danger, he is game. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Twelve can go three to four rounds before he needs to take a break, but that doesn’t mean he’s not game to eat you out between them either, though. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Twelve is a big fan of toys. He makes them for you- manages to make sure they are attuned to you specifically and what gives you pleasure. He loves to watch you use a toy and work it inside yourself or on yourself that he’s made with his own hands. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Twelve is a huge tease. Both with touches, caresses but then with orgasms too. He’s not opposed to seeing how many times he can edge you before you break your last record. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Twelve isn’t super loud, but he’s not quiet either. He moans a lot and tends to suck in his breath, too when something feels particularly good. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you lick, nibble or suck on his ear lobe, he will be complete putty in your hands. Just brushing over the shell or whispering in his ear will do the trick too, to be honest. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

For an older body, he’s surprisingly toned. Not a six-pack or anything, but he’s got the beginnings of some muscle firmness under the soft belly. In terms of his dick, though, he’s rather long and pale, and there is a vein that runs along the left-hand side that pulses blue. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Twelve’s sex drive is a bit sporadic. He will go through a period of time where he’s not in the mood, and then it will all suddenly hit at once and all he will want to do for the next two weeks is fuck your brains out. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

Barely ever. Twelve doesn’t really sleep a lot, and he doesn’t fall asleep after sex very often at all.

[palushiemalis-fr]

dergtober -- days 20 & 22 -- Crafter and Weaver.

Cluster & Razielus

gay tundras doing crafts together.

"Clusssssttttteeeerrrr, sweeeeetttyyyy." Cluster perks his ears and feels a flush of heat in his face, Razielus steals around a corner to sidle up to him, practically making a nest in his mane. "Raz! How can I h-help?" "I need this spool of red thread to be extra iridescent." Razielus flutters his eyelashes at him and drops some rich red thread into his paws. "Again?" Cluster creases his brow, "How much more will you need, I could fix up a huge batch of dye, do you need it soon?" Raz shrugs, "Oh no, this is a personal project. Come along, I'll show you the dimensions." The main wall of Razielus' workshop is covered in a moth-eaten, tattered tapestry of the Plaguebringer rearing her head and presenting to her teeth to be cleaned by an adoring throng of equally vicious looking sprites. He hums dreamily, looking up at it with the same expression as the sprites, "This ancient treasure has lost it's beauty. I am going to restore it's splendour, I am going to need countless measures of sanguine thread and a fair few measures of glass drops in chartreuse..." Cluster pales at the sight, he's usually not squeamish, maybe it's the way the Plaguebringer's eyes are full of holes but he stares at it with a shudder. "It's uhhh..." Cluster stammers. "Yes?" Raz asks, a flicker of wryness in his eyes that Cluster couldn't hope to catch upon the feigned innocence. "It's beautiful." He says firmly, "I'll make up some dye this afternoon and we can, maybe, if you wanted to... have it, um, done by..." "Pull an all nighter and have it finished in time for the Riot of Rot?! What a grand suggestion!Oh Cluster, sweetheart, you are simply indispensable!" Razielus dashes up and kisses him on the cheek. Knowing full well what his companion had in mind but could never suggest. As Raz dashes away to collect up his plain thread, he sneakily looks back to watch his dear helper rub his cheek and sigh happily to himself. *** The sun rises and eases over the window, Cluster flutters his eyes open. He inhales the sweet scent of Starstrand toadflax from his head pillow before shaking out his mane. Out falls a handful of pins and frayed pieces of thread, he rolls over to find a crumpled sheet of pattern cut outs; whatever happened last night? On the other side of the room, Razielus is flat on his back across a blanket, mouth gaping open and sleeping soundly. He is spreadeagle beneath a beautiful, if not intimidating, hanging tapestry of the Plaguebringer and a crowd of adoring sprites. They spent the early hours in Cluster's chamber restoring it in time for a display at the Riot of Rot, despite it's menacing picture it gleams in blushing reds and fresh greens. He stretches, this is about the time of day he gets up to start cleaning his workspace and collecting herbs. Well, a little earlier than usual, but not by much. Razielus twists and twitches slightly in his sleep, prompting Cluster to pad over and drag the blanket and Raz's undistrubed body to the pillow nest. He rolls his companion onto the pile of pillows, resulting in a happy sigh from the other tundra. Cluster tucks him in, Razielus is known to sleep in and wouldn't want to make him grouchy. He does look very cute all curled up on the pillows and so he deigns to stay, curled up beside him, for just five more minutes, maybe...

[eyeris-moni]

are jeff and raz.. kissboys..???!?!

This ask's wording had me DYING HELP

Forever adding that to my mental dictionary HAHAHA

I have to be completely honest with you, I myself have no hecking clue what their relationship is.

And I HAVE TRIED TO FIGURE OUT OK OTL

The TLDR is that I don't know!! and that you're welcome to HC and see them how you want as of now.

My own reins are loose and I just draw what feels in character (:

Thought-vomit below in case you want to hear my thoughts on it. It's long because i cannot for the life of me remember how much I've talked about before--

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Most of the time I'm more focused on exploring the intricate, intimate feelings of their dynamic (something I just can't do justice with a couple of doodles here and there aughh).

Like--

Let's talk about the almost infantilized elements of Raz's repressed nature.

(Btw, this is not an issue to me - don't feel bad if you genuinely, or even on a meme level, refer to him as a baby. From Raz's perspective, that's how you're meant to, and in turn, that's the narrative I often draw. I draw him cute - he is cute!)

Every character, viewer included, is invited to see Raz as 'babi OwO', because that's a part of Raz's wants. When he feels threatening, he will literally make himself smaller, visually plead for you to see him that way.

Not because he is a tiny baby, but because he has learnt that doing so makes people nicer to him. He doesn't actually ever become a child. Instead he will look the part to spark care in others, and adapt a very simplistic worldview when needed. Not because he cannot grasp anything more complicated, but because it's too distressing to do so!

Like imagine how you might start thinking politics in term of simple 'bad' vs. 'good'. Not because there isn't nuance, but because it's stressful and exhausting and takes away your ability to be happy.

Sometimes Raz does that, but instead of it being politics, it's everything!

And I think it's genuinely interesting how Jeff kind of knows this and once he gets an idea of how it works, he doesn't coddle or treat Raz like a child.

In part because he's a stubborn asshole and kind of refuses to infantilize Raz beyond what is 'healthy'.

He learns to treat Raz as an adult, but obviously simplifies and helps out when Raz is overwhelmed. Example:

The rest of the times he and EJ do their best to help Raz learn how to be responsible and build healthier relationship. How to be self-sufficient.

And it's important because it's Jeff that's pushing for Slender to let him into the mansion, arguing that Raz isn't just a kid, but an adult that can take responsibility for his actions. He's pushing and arguing for Raz to be viewed the same way Jeff knows he can be, capable and responsible.

THAT IS ALL TO SAY I find it genuinely interesting and endearing how Jeff is able to connect with Raz (by being a stubborn asshole) and in turn helps Raz by holding him accountable. To see the glimpses of Ezca before they ever truly met, and how he shuts down Raz's unhealthy habits of making himself smaller, while idolizing everyone around him.

It's cool and I do think it makes their specific relationship special.

I mostly talked about Jeff's influence on Raz, but I could also talk for hours about how my version of Jeff slowly learns to be more patient and more emotional from Raz being around. (I imagine he lost a lot of his ability to be emotional ever since he entered a pact with Slenderman.)

I think their friendship is really cool and complicated and full of little intricate parts and having to label that is HARD GKDNDN

I wouldn't know if there's anything romantic in there - I've never drawn anything with that explicitly in mind?

But I draw them very close! Raz enjoys physical touch and closeness, and as they learn to work together, (especially post roadtrip together,) Jeff is kinda chill having Raz just laying/hanging/sitting around and on him.

Really the one concerned should be Raz because lord knows when Jeff last has showered and washed his clothes but i guess that's a benefit of being non-human NFKDNSJS

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I'm so sorry for the insanely long rambly answers!

I've been walking around with these characters in my head for years and it's HARD EXPLAINING STUFF

Also yall keep asking genuinely interesting question about them and the fan/nerd in me desires to make sure I cover my bases-

[razmeteor]

Listen, I know how I feel, I’m just nervous to tell him how I feel… -🌀🪦

And you thought I had advice- bro I’m just good at picking up on obvious crushes, confessing is not my shit lol

Eh you’ll be fine. Worst things worst, kill em.

I’ve been hanging with Grace to much-

[splendsay]

ACOTAR FF // Azriel x F!Reader // Shade Cerulean

ayoooo we got an introspective chapter. hope it makes you go huh...am I real?

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Shade Cerulean // Chapter 4: What Dies in the Dark

!!MDNI!!

Chapters: 4/? Word Count: 10,630 Content Warnings: Explicit language, suicidal ideation Pairing: Azriel (ACOTAR) x Reader (You) Chapter Preview:

Your fight fades as days pass in this stupid fucking dungeon. 

This world has a sun as well as it has a moon, and the two exchange places in the sky on an interval not far off from the one you're used to. When the sun is high, more of the cell comes into clarity -- and it makes you feel ill. Eternally damp, caked in filth, and...lonely. You haven't been very good about counting the revolutions. But you know there have been several. 

It's too much. The time alone is beginning to haunt you. Your thoughts are disorganized. Jumbled. Hopeless. Too loud inside your head. 

Old memories resurface. Memories you'd spent years burying. Memories that crack through your marble heart and fill your veins with icy self-loathing and a deep, unrelenting sorrow. Your current failure holds a horrible, vivid mirror to all your imperfect past selves who taunt you in unison. 

Your mantra changes from stay alive to...nothing. Your mantra dies. Your thoughts linger on that word: die. 

Occasionally you'll get a flare of blind determination and think: you have to get home. You have to get home. 

But then your brain will start asking questions it already knows the answer to. Why did you jump? Because you're a fucking idiot. Why did you land here? Because you can't do anything right. Why are they keeping you locked away down here? Because you're not worth knowing. Not worth saving. 

Why, why, why, why?

You're always cold. Always. Your garments from home do little to offset the bleak dankness of this place. Your skin carries a coat of goosebumps at any given hour. Your teeth chatter relentlessly. Shivers wrack your body on a near constant basis. 

Your wrists and ankles ache from pulling against your bindings. The skin there is new and red and raw. 

Your chest feels unbearably tight. Like your lungs are actively clinging to your ribs, the bars of their cage, pleading to be set free. 

You're exhausted. Bone weary. 

But here you sit. Devoid of choice and at the mercy of your own consciousness. 

Two lovely, shadowy creatures do come down every now and again to feed and bathe you. And help you relieve yourself, to your perpetual dismay and humiliation. But they're gentle -- soft-spoken. You learn to look forward to their visits. Sometimes, if they can spare the time, they brush and braid your hair into two long plaits down your back to keep it out of your face, which is nice. You don't understand the kindness, but you appreciate it all the same. They've never spoken their names, but you get a sense that they're two halves of the same whole. They're wraith-like -- mysterious. They don't winnow in or use the iron door like the others -- they simply emerge from and fade back into the darkness. 

One of the sisters comes to see you a few times. The sharp-eyed one. Nesta, you learn. At first, you'd been wary -- what with her rigid posture and withering gaze and endless stream of clipped questions, but she's grown on you. She's curious about you, understandably, but you sense there's more to it than she's told you. Her visits are long. She doesn't offer you much information about herself, but you glean what you can from her mannerisms. You gather she's somewhat of a black sheep. Abrupt -- straight-forward -- and inquisitive. All qualities you admire. She's a lifeline to your sanity -- keeping you tethered to a world outside your own head.

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[psych0-str1ngs]

Bracelets and Birthdays- Razzle Dingley x reader

Authors Note: RAZZLE MY LOVE MY EVERYTHINGH MY BABY GIRL YASSSSS

Warnings: Cursing, uh, booze!

You giggled, jumping around with Raz. You two were drunk out of your minds as it was Razzle's 23rd birthday. You were dancing to white wedding from Billy Idol while drinking Jack Daniels. You were supposed to be taking him to Mike's for his surprise birthday party, but you were beyond drunk so you had to call Mike and tell him to bring the party there.

"Ah y/n," He sighed. "You definitely are a character huh"

"Oh hush Mikey,"You slurred. "You loooove me"

"Of course," He chuckled. "We'll be there in about half an hour or so"

You hung up the phone and walked back over to Razzle. He continued dancing like in idiot in your open living room area. He smiled.

"Razzle!" I yelled.

"What!" He asked.

"Y-you should really sit down!" I stumbled over to the chair pulling it out from the dining room table. "I have your first gift!"

He stumbled over to the chair as well, sitting down. He watched you pull out a box from one of the drawers, it was Red, with white polka dots, it was a tiny box but he wasn't worried about that.

"Is it a vile of your blood?" He looked up at you.

"Yes Razzle, as your best friend I have made it my life long dream to have you carry around a vile of my blood everywhere you go." You laugh, handing him the box. He opened it, immediately smiling at the silver bracelet. It had a few charms added to it, one was a skull, another was a top hat, and last one was a bottle shaped tiny piece of metal.

"This is so cool!" He looked like a kid, he pulled you closer and hugged your waist. You blushed a bit, feeling his head his your stomach. "Thank you y/n, you're the best-est friend ever!!"

"I know you bloody fool," You laughed pulling away, not letting your slight pain show. "I'm the best-est friend anyone could ever have because im so awesome and amazing.

His blue eyes found yours, he looked at you lovingly for a split second before looking back down. You could have sworn he was blushing.

"You know," He slurred. "I'm never ever gonna lose this"

He stood up and walked up to you, hugging you tightly.

"You smell like booze," You laughed.

"You do too," He looked down at you smiling like an idiot.

The door bell rang, you immediately knew who it was. Razzle's arm wrapped around your shoulder, and your arm wrapped around his mid-section, you stumbled over to the door laughing like mad men. Razzle threw the door open, his eyes immediately widening.

"MIKEY" He yelled, pushing you off of him and running to Mike.

Sami scootched past Raz, who was clung to Mike's front, hugging him tightly. He came up to you.

"How much have you given him?!" He laughed, pulling you into a small hug.

"Just a few bottles," You laughed, hugging back.

"happy birthday Raz," The guys said in unison.

"You guys are great," He said. "Let's get DRUNK"

"You already are drunk raz," I laughed.

"You are too, Y/n," He looked at you.

You threw your hands up defensively. Andy and Nasse brought in a few bags of alcohol. Nasse set down one of the bags, pulling out whip cream flavored vodka and smiled, you ran up to him, and grabbed his cheeks.

"You Nasty," You slurred. "Are a gift sent from god."

"Oh whatever pupu," He said smiling.

You kissed his cheek and grabbed the bottle, popping it open, and slinging back at least a quarter of the liquid. Razzle looked at Nasse with a face of disgust. You ignored him and went back to drinking. Sami sat at the record player, sorting through your records before popping in a modern talking vinyl.

You continued partying for a few hours, everyone was black out drunk. Nasty was leaned on Sami, both passed out on the couch. Mike was asleep on the floor, and Andy was slumped over the kitchen island with a bottle in his hand.

You and Razzle were still giggling, being the only two awake.

"You can sleep in my bedroom, I'll sleep on the floor out here," You slurred leading him to your room.

You walked him to the bed, before turning around.

"Y/n wait," He mumbled, getting up and walking over to you.

"This was a great birthday," He looked down at you, his hands holding yours.

"That's good Raz," You smile, cheeks rosy from the booze, and the fact that Razzle was looking at you so lovingly.

"I like you." He blurted out.

"Huh?" You looked up at him. "I think you really need to get to sleep you're very drunk"

"No Y/n," He stopped. "I really really love you, i've always been too afraid to tell you"

"I uh," You blushed. "I love you too"

"Really?" He smiled.

"Of course, i dont know how you didn't notice it to be honest. "You laughed, looking up at him lovingly.

He leaned in, looking into your eyes for permission. You nodded and kissed him gently. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer against him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He pulled away.

"Be my girlfriend?" He looked at you with puppy eyes.

"Of course," You smiled, grabbing his wrists and laying him down on your bed. "Now you really gotta rest."

You layed down next to him, immediately falling asleep.

THE END I know the ending was rushed sorry guys :p

[neonblessing]

7.

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT! ⚠️ Click here to read Neon Blessing from the beginning!

She wandered the streets in a mindless daze, eventually settling into a familiar path, the steps hewn into her body’s memory like an image seared onto the screen of an ancient television.

There was a parking garage by the interdistrict freeway, where autonomous levcars flew past in vacuum-silent tunnels at a thousand miles an hour. You could skirt around the security cameras and duck the barricade if you were short enough, though Shiv had needed to hunch ever since she hit her growth spurt at fourteen. From there, it was a quick climb up the stairs to the roof, where no one could see them and no one cared and they would never grow up and never kill each other.

Hauling herself up onto the concrete wall at the edge of the lot one-handed was an undignified affair that had left her arm aching and face red. As she slipped for the second time, she could have sworn she heard Raz’s voice asking if she needed a hand. It was the exact joke they would have made if they’d been there, and she would have punched them for it and they would have laughed and she would have laughed. Swearing, she finally got herself up onto the wall and lay there, panting and embarrassed. She was glad to be alone and had never wished so badly that she wasn’t.

It was a hot summer day. Whoever had built the City, all those centuries ago, had left the seasons in, their influence felt through the artificial heating and the glow of the lights than through the glare of the sun. It was the same time all around the world, and it was summer everywhere.

On hot days sometimes someone would bring popsicles.

That was the thought that did her in, that one simple fact. On hot days sometimes someone would bring popsicles. One of her friends–now long stripped from her by time, by petty disputes, by death, or by treason–would get their hands on a box of popsicles, and they’d pack them into a beat up old cooler and share them here, up above the world and its problems. On hot days, sometimes, someone would bring popsicles.

Shiv made a choked little noise as tears made their unwanted presence known. They’d all deserved better. Gin, shot in the head by one of the Weeping Lady’s cop-cultists. Ogre was serving twenty years with GGC. Noro was–well, Noro was fine. He just hated her and the feeling was mutual. The same went for Johnny and Fish. Keene went missing, and Ben had still been waiting for her to come back when his cough took a turn for the worse. And Raz, oh Raz, oh fuck.

What were you thinking, Raz? Why did you leave? I needed you here. Did I really matter that little to you?

She thought she’d known them. If it were any other question, she could have given their answer for them, word for word, but when she dug for their answer in the little part of her soul where her best friend had lived, she found nothing but grief for a person she hadn’t killed yet.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!” She screamed at Raz, at the Sorrows, at the gods, at everyone and everything. The cascades of the Diluvian swallowed all sound within their eternal churning, and though she yelled until her throat was hoarse and her eyes ran dry, no one heard her.

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[maze-of-sweets]

Oooooh shitttt Grace is here? Get fucked, I’m the better cousin lol

-Raz,🍓

(Also shit did we ever properly finish the rap battle???)

Nibbly Got… Zonked… And Decided That She Was 1) The Chosen One. And 2) Done With Violence In It’s Entirety.

Since Then She Has Bitten Me At Least Three Times And Slammed Tinky Into A Wall So Hard One Of His Horns Chipped.

So I Think She Just Got Bored. I Can Declare A Tie If You’d Like Though? Would You Like A Participation Trophy? Would That Make You Feel Better?

(Is this the role play thing Nibbly was talking about?? are we cousins in this scenario??? Am I still me?? -Grace)