#the razor building

[sea-of-concrete]

📸 Elephant and Castle shrouded in mist at sunrise

[something-tofightfor]

Rachael Builds the Razor Crest

And here we go:

This is only box one. There’s a second one that has just as many pieces.

[rogue-hammer]

How to put old sprue to use.

1'6" of pure razor wire goodness for the imperial guard city regiment concept.

[vickysaurus-art]

Shattered mirror.

[majormeilani]

i'm literally coughing laughing because i didn't realize that i fucking skibidi toileted him until my brother said something

[age-of-moonknight]

“Case Number: 004 ‘Who Is Victor Shade?’” Avengers Inc. (Vol. 1/2023), #4.

Writer: Al Ewing; Penciler and Inker: Leonard Kirk; Colorist: Alex Sinclair; Letterer: Cory Petit

[incorrectfatui]

not a quote but today is Razors birthday and I thought you should all know that

[redbean-nom]

why did din spend all that time trying to get peli (random tatooine mechanic) to find a new razor crest (extremely rare old ship) when he is friends with several rich, famous, and influential people who probably have access to the auctions and collections where said rare old ship could be found. two of his friends live in castles for erus sake

[clippyhasbeenputintothe]

Clippy has been put into the Razor Wire Trap!

[ID: A stock photo of a basement with layered clipart of barbed wire covering the entire background. There is a tape recorder on the right with a speech bubble reading "Hello, Clippy. You are a perfectly healthy, sane, and middle-class male. Yet least month you ran a straight razor across your wirst. Did you cut yourself because you truly wanted to die or did you just want some attention? Tonight, you'll show me. The irony is that if you want to die you just have to stay where you are, but if you want to live, you'll have to cut yourself again. Find the path through the razor-wire to the door. But hurry. At 3:00, that door will lock and then this room becomes your tomb How much blood will you shed to stay alive, Clippy?" Clippy, a a paperclip with googly eyes standing on a yellow piece of paper, is on the right. /End ID.]

[buthappysoverrated]

fic name ask game: razorblade cereal

send me a made-up fic title

okay wait this can't possibly be what you're asking for/have in mind, but this sent me into this

I wrote a little bit for it! It's an SAS Rogue Heroes space AU

Augustin finds Paddy in a common room – it has not yet stopped to amaze him, the magnitude of this ship – the one with the piano, with the intention to thank him for the meal. It was far nicer than what they normally stocked; they don’t tend to get fresh meat in space, and most of the crew hit the meagre bar on the planet and stayed there for the entirety of their leave as soon as Stirling set them loose. Augustin went with his men. Paddy went hunting.

Paddy doesn’t look up from his book when he enters the room. There’s a large metal bowl next to him, scales of the amphibian he shot the day before immersed in what Agustin assumes to be some type of cleaning solution. The locals at the bar mentioned these animals: they called them what roughly translates to Razorskin in English. They said their scales could reflect laser and cut through rocks, and fighting one of those seemed to fulfil some type of warrior ritual. Stirling commented some more when Paddy dragged his one back, first about how ridiculous he looked dragging a lizard the size of himself by a rod he stuck through its body from the mouth, then about the scales of it could be worth good money. Paddy grumbled, didn’t appear to be in a talkative mood.

The scales are of a dark earthy green colour, sharp and glistening. Augustin suddenly has the bizarre urge to scoop a fistful and shove them down his throat.

“That would be a really bad idea,” Paddy says.

Augustin snaps his eyes to Paddy, and finds him watching him passively, still holding his book.

“Felt the same thing. It looks rather like cereal,” Paddy says.

Augustin doesn’t quite know what to say to that, and doesn’t ask how Paddy is sure of what he’s thinking. He opts to pass him a beer he carries here. Paddy takes a long pull, sets it down, and goes back to his book.

[m1d-45]

[because you mentioned that what you've been writing has been getting longer; i hope this request doesn't make your next one longer too??]

a short roll of paper, tied with a ribbon. it's placed inside a bag with a warm but lightweight coat. the words on the paper are written big and they all read:

Hi, Razor!

How are you doing? I hope that you and your lupical are okay and safe. You're doing so great with words and talking! I'm so proud of you.

Please keep this coat with you even if your hair is long and lupical are warm to cuddle. Remember that it's okay to take breaks from getting stronger. Eat well and rest well. Stay safe and have fun! Let's hunt and take naps together next time. :D

Warm hugs,

Your Lupical

razor trudged through wolvendom, his arms wrapped tightly around him. his lesson with lisa had led longer than it usually did, and the coming winter made the usually refreshing air frigid.

still, he pushed through. his coat wasn’t made to keep from cold, but normally he was back with his pack by now. normally, he’d be curled up with the rest of the wolves, near the middle since he didn’t have any fur of his own.

they had to be worried. he never stayed out late without warning.

he pushes through a thicker patch of bushes, stumbling into a clearing with a shiver. the canopy is thinner here, and he steps into the open space, hoping some of the lingering light could help sweep away his chill.

it doesn’t. something else, however, does.

as razor looks to the sky, to the shooting stars crossing it, one of them falls. he doesn’t realize it until it brushes the leaves, having assumed the light was from the setting sun, but he now realizes the truth. the sun had set a while ago, but as the star landed in his hands, it was hard not to think of it as a second.

bright. warm. he doesn’t know what the sun feels like, but the bumps on the ball feel like rays, energy buzzing within them. he holds the ball carefully, wondering if he should perhaps take it to andrius, who would certainly know what it meant if a star fell out of the sky.

the star acts before he does, falling apart into crystalline shards. for a moment he’s worried he’d done something wrong, but when he’s left with a sun-warmed coat and a folded sheet of paper, he’s a little less concerned.

razor considers the paper. he should go to his pack, but… what if it’s you? what if it’s something important?

it is from you, but it’s nothing to fret over. you’re simply… worried for him.

he rereads a few sentences, making sure he’s remembering the words right, but… he was correct the first time.

you cared for him. you sent him a coat. you promised him a visit when you finally came to teyvat, inviting him on a hunt with you.

razor put on the coat you had gifted him—it fit well, still warm from the star it was carried in—and thought over your letter as he walked.

if you and he were to nap together… where would be the best space?

[pennpenn]

I have gotten accidental 5 stars twice when trying to pull for a banner 4 star. With both being really early in pity.

I want to try to build a Freminet/Razor team. But alas, the King of Rizz slid in instead.

Random rambles now

I wanted Lyney over Arlecchino so I'm actually pleased with this. (I'm stubbornly not pulling for harbingers because the only one I was interested in was Signora and the others are cool but she was the only one I was like 👀)

I have both C1 Mona and Tighnari, which I'm also quite pleased with. I got Tighnari on his initial release banner and then he stole Venti from me. (I wanted Venti over Raiden, but Raiden has grown on me) Then I pulled Mona on standard and she stole Albedo from me.(Her stealing Albedo happened to be my first 5-star)

Nahida is just there. She's pleased.

[something-tofightfor]

Taking a break from the Crest to have a midlife crisis.

[h4rbnger]

okay, i need help … for those of whom father came home for — who are you putting in her party?

characters i have are below :

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[minorfamilysupremacy]

we’re at the point where people would rather get a full-on murder corkboard to explain why aliens possessed apo and forced him to post that photo than accept he might know more about this situation and would want to support a friend.