razzlee-meow

[razzlee-meow]

guys im about to go INSANE!

where is the lee metal sonic stuff,,,, huh??? where is it?!?! i've got lee!sonic stuff (adorable), i've got lee!shadow stuff (even more adorable) but the one person i never see tickle art of is METAL SONIC. PLEASE

if someone has ANYTHING with him, send it to me im desperate.

(p.s., metal sonic's laugh is genuinely the cutest thing i've ever heard. yes he does laugh. on two difference occasions, might i add)

[razzlee-meow]

Help. I was making a casual outfit for my version of White Hank and I am in LOVE with her looking like a badass-

OH MY GOD BC NO, SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL every time someone draws white hank being an absolute badass, an angel gains its wings.

if y'all got any fanart y'all wanna send in, feel free to bc I'm all for it.

[razzlee-meow]

Razzle dazzle

Glitz and glam...

turn it all up, it's a SPECTACLE!

... i love mlp mb LMAOOO

[razzlee-meow]

holy shit, it's been quite a while. (update)

hi guys. yes, it's me. no this isn't a joke, and this is very much real.

i've ... been away. maybe just as a mental health recovery process, or maybe just because i couldn't keep up with this account with all the pressure of real life. either way, i'm here now.

last year, i went through rough times. like more trauma than the average adult should have. i've learned a lot about myself, and i've made discoveries about myself that helped me improve as a person.

i didn't leave because of anyone. let me reinstate that. i did not leave because of anyone. i left of my own accord with no real date on when i was coming back. but in a weird way, i kinda missed this account.

i've been working a full time job, i've been keeping up relationships with my boyfriend ... and my friends are a different story but that's fine. not everything has to turn out perfect.

there's so much to talk about with what happened to me, and to everyone around me, but i think i might save that for another time. i'm tired, and frankly, need to see what i've missed.

anyways, i'm peacing out for the night. i'll be on later today. - signed, razz.

[razzlee-meow]

adding salt to the wound that i originally had for feeling bad about not posting, the world decided to give me a reason.

i will probably not be posting for a while. reblogs, maybe, but no original content coming out due to unforeseen circumstances between a really close family member of mine. i am told she has two days to live and i am trying to process this information in the best way i can.

apologies.

[razzlee-meow]

he's... he's so baby. he's so.... RAAAAAAAAAAAH

im devouring this, thank you

LEE DEIMOS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE

he made a bet with Hank (and is losing)

[razzlee-meow]

CAN WE GET SOME LEE DEIMOS PLEASE??? I WILL FUCKING DIE IF I DONT SEE ANY..

no hate to this anon, but...

content creators do not owe you anything. i know you're probably just looking for more people that make madness combat content, but i would also like to reiterate that i am an adult with an adult life. i do not have as much time for tumblr as i'd personally like anymore with school coming up and with the fact that i need to apply for jobs to get money, for life things. to live.

it also does not help that i am autistic/have adhd. i struggle with doing a lot of things and that includes keeping up with blogs or social connections i may have.

i know i'm not the best at posting things, but... i can't imagine anyone who'd want to post after seeing something like this. i'm sorry. i might have something in the future, but as of right now, i do not have anything.

i truly hope you understand this from *my* point of view, and have a good day.

[razzlee-meow]

oh my god, i totally forgot this shit existed.

my account has been sitting in the dust for AGES bro. i'm sorry. i moved in with my mom and i had to be secretive with this thing bc my brother (tho i love him), he barges in my room at like 2 am. ...i think i ended up forgetting this existed entirely and doing other shit (adult life TRADEMARKED) but i promise i won't forget about it for that long again

Im dying bro my memory is shit /hj

[razzlee-meow]

don't tickle a sleeping hank. ...get it? get it?! (i'll show myself out)

sorry the title explains it all. my bad.

i'm in hank brainrot. i want to write about lee!2b but... GOD i love hank. LMAOO

enjoy this small little idea? fic? idk what to call it.

uhm there are feet tickles, for anyone who's uncomfy with that. i think i've tagged my fics with these, but idk. if i haven't, my bad - but i tagged this one. *thumbs up.*

there's also like hurt/comfort? and i mean a physical hurt. not emotional. lmao

he/they for hank || they/them for doc

"Hank," 2BDamned let out an exasperated sigh as they softly opened the mercenary's bedroom door, looking at the adorable sight in front of them. The blankets were kicked off the bed, and the pillows were messy and all over the place... and right in the middle of it all laid the culprit responsible for it all, Hank J Wimbleton, who was still sleeping soundly with soft snores coming from him. His body relaxed against the mattress, with his left arm and leg dangling off the bed.

It took everything in their power not to start laughing at the sight, deeming it hilarious due to the fact that they had never seen him so vulnerable and exposed like that. They knew how much the mission took out of him but dreaded this moment with all of their heart. Hank never slept much, considering the bad insomnia that he fought daily, but when he managed to fall asleep... it was quite literally hell to wake him up. The whole base figured this out the first time it happened, and now the three share a custom of playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets to be the unlucky soul to wake them up.

And unfortunately, it was Doc.

"I'm comin' in, Hank," Doc whispered, mainly to themself, as they entered the other's bedroom, noticing how messy they kept their room. They were stepping over empty beer bottles and random clothes as they made their way to his bed. Hank didn't even move a muscle, he just continued to lay there peacefully as if nothing was happening. Doc inhaled sharply. This was the moment they were waiting for. They let out the single breath they were holding as they put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with a bit of force.

"Hank? Hank, it's time to get up." Doc muttered, squinting their eyes at the sleeping figure. Hank only grumbled and turned onto his stomach as if that would protect him from getting woken up. Their fingers grasped the sleeping figure, shaking them a bit harder. There was still nothing happening. Hank was still sleeping, and Doc was growing increasingly frustrated at the fact that they were such a heavy sleeper. Their other hand reached toward the bridge of their nose, clutching it slightly. They knew they'd have to wake him up - but how?

Doc then grabbed the light covers, pulling them off. It didn't do considering his outfit very much was more than enough to warm him during the night. Doc sighed, frustrated.

"Hank, I'm... erm, damn it," Doc growled as they shook their head. They were a doctor! Well, not a legitimate one, but close enough. There had to be something they could do to get the other out of bed. Doc's gaze narrowed down the length of his body, listening to the other continue to snore without a care in the world. They were silent for a few moments before a sinister idea crept into their mind. A grin formed across their face - they had the best idea.

"Hank, I'm going to count to three," Doc announced loudly, moving lower on the bed. They climbed onto the soft mattress, sitting right next to the other man's legs. This was going to be good - something that Hank couldn't ignore or shrug off. Well, if it even worked on him. Doc's hand moved closer and closer to his ankle, a smirk underneath their mask.

"One," Doc muttered, hand wrapping around his ankle with a bit of force. They paused for a second, looking at the still-sleeping figure with a raised eyebrow. "Two," they continued, pursing their lips as his fingertips twitched with anticipation. Their hand hovered over his socked foot, keeping quiet for any signs of life. Doc chuckled softly, a playful and teasing sound coming out of their mouth.

"....Three." Doc's fingers skittered all over Hank's socked foot, in which Doc finally got a rise out of him - one that they had desperately wanted. Hank sputtered out something unintelligible as his body began to fight back against the ticklish sensations, trying to pull his ankle away from the other's nimble fingers. That only encouraged Doc to keep their grip tighter as their fingertips danced all over his soles. Hank burst out into hysterical laughter, shutting their eyes as they buried their head into their soft pillow.

"Ah, so you're awake now," Doc purred, their eyes narrowing in a teasing way that the other unfortunately couldn't see. A giant smirk was plastered all over their face - they found the situation more amusing than ever, knowing that Hank fuckin' Wimbleton, out of everyone they knew, was ticklish. And extremely, by the simple looks of it. Doc's fingers continued to scribble all over his socked foot, Hank's hand hitting the side of the bed.

"Doho- fUHUHCK! DOhohoHOHOC!" Hank squeaked out through his many frantic peels of laughter, his entire body squirming against them. Oh, this was just too good now. "Yes, Hank~? What do you need?" they asked, turning their head back as they continued to mercilessly torture their friend. Their fingers traveled up and down almost agonizingly, making Hank let out a squeal before dissolving into more laughter, his pitch rising with every torturous touch. "YOHOHOU- AHAH-" Hank was cut off multiple times by his own laughter and squeals, as he planted his face back into his pillow.

"Aw, Hank, you know I can't understand you like that..~" Doc teased, letting a small huff of amusement escape their lips. Unfortunately, they had completely forgotten how strong Hank actually was... so the minute the top of his foot met their jaw, it made them jerk back. Of course, Hank didn't mean to - they'd never intentionally hurt the other, but it's... just what happened. "Ahaha, s-shit, Doc, you alright?" Hank asked, feeling their grip on his ankle loosen.

Hank immediately shot up, their hand cupping the side of Doc's face with a concerned look. "Did I hurt you too bad? I didn't ... mean to, it was..." Doc only chuckled in response, giving him a soft look as they shook their head.

"Don't worry about it. I expected to see some resistance. It caught me off-guard a bit," they explained with a bit of a laugh. "But nothin' I can't handle. Hey, you're fully awake now." Hank pouted a bit, still upset that he accidentally kicked the other. His hand continued to cup the side of their face. "Oh, on another note..." they spoke softly, setting aside their mask to show their scarred face. Their lips pursed for a moment before continuing. "I think that might be my favorite way to wake you up now. Well, minus the kicking. I might have to do it again...~"

"...ugh," Hank grumbled, rolling his eyes as he stretched upward. "That was unnecessary."

"For you, maybe," Doc responded with a slight teasing glint in their eye. "But to me, I think it was quite cute. And fun. I'm have to lighten you up a bit sometimes." They joked. "Besides, you wouldn't get up for anything else. I even shook you a bunch of times."

Hank only gave them a side-eye, pouting a bit as their cheeks turned a soft pink color. "...shut up."

Doc raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you sound like you want more with an attitude like that."

And just like that, Doc immediately pounced on Hank, for what wouldn't be the last 'attack' of the day. Deimos and Sanford were long forgotten, thanks to Hank's attitude. It wasn't like either of them minded, though.

Spending time together is what made them special. ...even if it was to tickle the shit out of Hank!

[razzlee-meow]

blowing up rn. /lh /pos

dude, my friend had gotten me hooked on sheriff and he's just so HUHIHBJIHUIYBH cute. he's cute. and i believe in lee!sheriff supremacy.

So my friend asked me for a bunch of Sheriff being a goofy little lee and I think this one might be my favorite of the bunch, I won't share the rest quite yet but hopefully this is still good +] I'm unsure if I wanna put it under the cut or not so I just won't cause i'm a brave boi /j

[razzlee-meow]

Duuuudddeee thanks so much!!!

AAH im so late to when you posted this (probably) but you're welcome!!

[razzlee-meow]

Im sorry this is SO BEAUTIFUL

HUIBHJKLIHGYUFVGBJHU god i want to ... eat your art /pos

PHOTOBOMBED

Hours and hours of rendering has finally paid off to this. In case you don't know, these are the officially colored versions (full body versions will be out soon) of the Tabi x Ayana trilogy outfits currently at large.

While the third and final part has not done as of yet, might as well treat myself to some fluff! Beside, I was craving Ayana x Tabi :3

Pretty good first attempt for a first time ipad user, huh? ^v^

[razzlee-meow]

family cheer ups!

i came up with this in like 5 seconds, as i do with all my fics *insert thumbs up here*. enjoy.

THIS IS PLATONIC. just mentioning that for weirdos!

this was based on interactions with my BROTHER so don't be weird. i had to write for the brothers (which ones, who knows~ [technically you'll know bc they're in the tags but whatever i like this LMFAO]) and this is my first fnf fic. wow.

"Finally, home..." Agoti let an exasperated sigh as he flopped on to his bed, coming home after what was going to be a relaxing walk turned into a hectic rap battle with that annoying blue-haired brat! It had been the third time this week, and it was really starting to wear him down for the worse. His body ached - for how much energy he put into that one single battle; he was upset that he didn't win.

That he couldn't win.

That was the main problem - he was never able to figure out how to beat him. Everything that brat did was able to one-up his moves immediately and have the entire crowd cheering for him. He would be lying if he said it didn't hurt a little. Scratch that, a lot. He wanted to feel good and confident about his rapping skills. If he never won any matches, how could he be considered good? His mind swirled with random thoughts of self-doubt as he gripped the side of his pillow.

Then he heard a knock at his door.

Agoti tilted his head back toward the door, noticing the taller frame standing outside of it. He grumbled; he wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit right now. As much as he loves the family bonding, it was just not the right time for it. Not while he had so much on his mind. "What do you want?" He barked out, resting his head against his pillow once more.

Aldryx raised an eyebrow as he stepped inside the younger one's room, letting out a huff in response. "What, that the best insult you got? What happened to the 'hey, older brother!' Where'd that go, huh?" It was clear that he was just teasing him and didn't care what he said, but the loud groan he got in response made him quite concerned.

He sat down on the other side of the bed, looking at him with a stern expression. "You alright?"

Agoti huffed, burying his face deeper into the pillow. His expression was a mix of anger and sadness, one that hadn't been seen in such a long time. "No, does it look like I'm alright? It's the third time this week that idiot has beaten me in a rap battle!" Aldryx only tilted his head. He didn't understand how that could affect him so much - it was only a friendly battle, after all.

"Is it that big of a deal?" The taller one absentmindedly blurted out, narrowing his eyes a bit. Agoti's cheeks flushed a bright red out of irritation. How could he say that sort of thing? It didn't make sense! "Of course it does! He's always winning!" He moves his body up to look at him with a sort of... disgusted look as if he couldn't believe that he even said that. "I never win against him! And if I never win..." Agoti trailed off, turning over on his back. "...I'm no good."

Those words shook Aldryx. His whole body froze with the sudden realization that he was struggling with self-confidence. The red digidevil frowned a bit. "Listen," he spoke softly, a hand resting on his side, "just because someone beats you doesn't mean that you're not good. It just means that you've finally found a challenge. I'm sorry if I made it seem like that it wasn't important and I..."

Aldryx stopped suddenly. His younger brother's movements made his eyebrow raise, and he swore he could've heard muffled giggles out of him. "Dude, was my speech really that corny?" He asked quietly, giggling himself. The younger one shook his head, his arms going to grab the older one's wrist. Only then did he realize the issue, so to speak.

His hand had been tapping against his side oblivious to the reactions that he was causing him. It took a moment before the puzzle started to click in his mind; for the gears to start turning. "Ah.." he chuckled, still tapping against his side. "You know, Agoti," he started, moving in closer to the one laying down, "I don't like seeing you put yourself down. You should lighten up a bit. And I'm gonna show you how!"

Without a warning, Aldryx's long claws started scratching through the fabric of Agoti's hoodie, teasing and testing all the spots on his stomach and sides. The poor boy didn't even have a chance to react to his brother's torturous methods before he was a hysterical mess, squirming and kicking on his bed as he tried hard to get away from him through his bright and almost child-like laughter.

"Ah, ah..!" Aldryx giggled, holding him close in a tight bear-hug, making sure he couldn't get away from him. "No, you don't!" His fingers continued to mercilessly scratch at the boy's sensitive stomach and sides all the while he was kicking and trying to push him off with the amount of strength he had.

"AaaAAAHAHA- A-ALDRYX..! YohohohHOHOU BAHAHASTARD, QUHUHUIT IT!" Agoti cursed out, letting out loud squeals and squeaks. His nerves felt like they were on fire every time he touched him, causing him to jerk away with every single touch. Curse his brother's strength to keep him locked in here!

"Are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" Aldryx asked, raising an eyebrow as he gave him a bit of a break, not wanting to ruin him too much. Agoti let out heavy breaths, just laying in the other's grip. He wasn't badmouthing himself - to him, he was just saying it like he was. "Well, am I ever ... gonna win a match?" There was a moment of silence between them. And for a minute, Agoti thought that he was done.

But from the finger that clawed at the skin underneath his hoodie, he knew this was far from over. "Nohoh, Aldryx, w-wait, I'm sorry, please d-dohohon- oHohOHO GOHOHD NOHO!" Agoti let out a loud shriek and peels of laughter as he felt his brother's claws dig into that ticklish flesh. No matter what he did to twist out of his grip, the digidevil had him right where he wanted him. In his... tickly grasp.

Agoti's face was a bright red mess, and his stomach quivered with laughter underneath his claws as he dragged them up and down. His loud laughter turned to whines as the other started shaking his head, his legs kicking so hard that he was afraid that one of his shoes might fly off.

"I said, are you going to stop badmouthing yourself?" He repeated the question again. Agoti was already so exhausted from the battle that even this small amount of tickling was enough to wear him out. He lowered his head in defeat, nodding.

"F-Fihihine..I'll s-stohohop! I gihihive..! J-Just.. p-plehehease, nohoho mohohore." As soon as the older one heard that, he gave him one last pinch to his side before smiling from ear to ear, listening to the small squeak that left his mouth. Aldryx sat up on the other's bed, patting his arm softly.

"Listen, I know I just... tickled you to death, but I want you to believe me when I say you can talk to me about this sort of thing, right? I'm here for you. I will listen to whatever you want to say, even if it's about Boyfriend and his dumb antics. And hey," Aldryx looked him dead in his blank, white eyes, a reassuring smile on his face. "You're always gonna be the best in my books."

Aldryx then got up, stretching as he walked over to the doorframe. "Oh, one more thing," he turned around. "Dad said he's making something spicy, so swing on by downstairs if you're not too tired~" Agoti groaned as he threw a pillow at his older brother, watching him dodge out of the way and head down the stairs. Even though he appeared to be upset, he wasn't actually. There was even a small smile on his face as he stared up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes.

Aldryx always knew how to cheer him up.

[razzlee-meow]

uhmmm... just found out A-Side Whitty exists. And...

oh boy. oh boy.

OH BOY.

i'm not... i can't.

oh my GAWD.

expect stuff... involving A-Side Whitty. bc my little brain cannot take it.

[razzlee-meow]

so i did not sleep. yum.

i made this instead.

.

my wip is now finished. idk how i feel about sanford, but i did enjoy drawing him so that's a plus. i tried to make it like that one sanford design (the one from that comic i liked) but i put my own spin on it and came up with this. also, trans sanford. LMAO

Sanford, being a blushy mess with his boyfriend, Deimos <3

god i will never get tired of seeing this pair

[razzlee-meow]

>3<

i don't really draw much, i know, i'm more of a writer but i decided to sit down and draw my FAVORITE pairing in the world...

sanmos

and uh, i got a bit tired after finishing deimos

so you guys can have my WIP !!!

here is my deimos design, and ... no, i TOTALLY didn't make him... look a lot... like me... he just happened to fall like that. no but seriously, i do imagine him looking a lot like me for some reason. he just gives off... soft emo vibes, idk, it just... rings a bell.

anyways

the other outline is supposed to be sanford <3 i'll finish him in the morning

[razzlee-meow]

Uwu thanks a lot bud, so glad you liked it ⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

i will literally inhale your writing

it's actually unreal