Hey Guys..bad News..

2025 is approaching. I wanna say I'm glad to have you all, and my friends and everything I've asked for and been blessed with! What are your goals for 2025!

𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔! 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢 𝐚𝐦! 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲!

‘The lamp is low.’

Razzle Dingley x Reader.

➜A/N: if you don’t want to read anything sad my fellow loved ones, I suggest you not to read this :). @nenynrawrites ! Razzle Fic is here. Thank you for writing a fic based off the Razzle series, I’ll try my best to get back to it. That was really sweet and I’m still happy💕🥹.

➜Word count: I hate math

➜⚠︎︎Warnings: schizophrenia , pills, Halloween , distorted things , death , cords , bandages . (If there’s more please let me know!) ‼️‼️PLEASE DONT DRINK AND DRIVE‼️‼️

➜Summary: It’s been a while since Razzle had mailed you back. All of a sudden he randomly shows up and everything turns back to normal, except for the lamp.

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The lamp is low.



The flowers are dead.

The clouds are grey.

The grass is red.

Your Table is Empty, Plenty chairs to go. Your plate in front of you is full with all you can eat, yet you don’t have the appetite — but the energy to pick at it with distraught and confusion.

You colored hues look at the small lamp that lights the dark kitchen. To your left is a muddy — wet — rainy day.

It’s time for bed.

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It’s 11:45AM. Sitting on your bed with your feet dangling off, as the sunray of sunlight hit your back, reflecting a bright light. You look at the lamp on your dresser.

You then pull the string of the lamp, turning it on.

‘Click.’

You open the top drawer of your mini brown dresser and pull out a piece of paper and a red pen. Now beginning — to write a letter.

‘Dear Razzle,

If you can reach out to me, please do. It’s been 2 days. Or maybe more.

-your best buddy Y/N :)’

Along with a stick figure on the bottom right, of you and him. You trance your way down the stairs before throwing on your yellow house shoes to get the mail delivered.

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It’s been 5 hours.

It’s now 4:20pm.

Boredom. You reach for your phone just right on time.

‘Ding!’

Notification, Mavirus.

“Hm?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You then open the message with your scrawny fingers, that could possibly show the bones under.

It read,

‘Man, we haven’t kicked it in a while, do you want to today? Maybe? The friends and others are here ;)’

You didn’t mind, who would you bother now?

You went to shower and to brush your teeth, and later head to the park.

Fun right?

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Right?

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Day 3.

no letter back. The lamp is still lit in your bed room, a waiting for another letter.

It’s daily usage is running out like a person with no fuel.

No sounds, just birds tweeting and feet shuffling to the counter.

You pour your favorite box of cereal and milk, then sit in your designated seat.

To glance up at the lamp.

The lamp is low.

The lamp — is low.

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Brushing your teeth you hear the front door open. Familiar foot steps are shuffling through the house to find you.

“Mornin’ Mate! Brushin’ your teeth ay’? I found this really cool Magazine — what do ya think about it?”

Razzle then shoved them magazine to your chest with no such force, but wearing a giddy silly smile that anyone would lable ‘stupid’

You stop brushing your teeth while the other free hand, grabs at the thick texturized but thin layered magazine.

“Huh? It says nothing but ‘Razzle’? I don’t get it.”

“— What do you mean you don’t get it? It says my name, Oi. People know me out there like before! Cool ainnit? Maybe you can be well known too, just know the world first. Gotta say you’re a bit boring.”

You raise an eyebrow at him suspicious and with a facial expression of someone who said something entirely too dumb but too obvious.

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Laying on your perfect felt and fit sized bed, with Razzle at the right end of it.

Plucking at your guitar, you play a sweet but memorizing tune. Something that could calm your nerves.

Looking at the dresser for a couple of seconds, and back To Razzle, who’s tracing weird shapes with his fingers with one eye closed.

“You never got my letter did you?” Biting the side of your cheek. Hoping he could recall when you sent that letter out.

“Letter, I haven’t received a letter from you. When was it written or delivered?”

Right, you haven’t went to the nearest post office to ask for it to get delivered. Instead you threw it in your mail. Which resulting in your delivering the same paper you ought to write for Razzle, back to you.

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“New arcade open, down to go? It’s around the corner..” The drummer begin playing with a blue pen, twirling it around his finger as if it was a drum stick, a habit he had picked up.

“I’m down if it’s with you.” Gently sifting your guitar down, to lay your hands on the bed and give him a smile.

Razzle was like your second piece, he made you whole. Without him, there actually wouldn’t be much to laugh about, talk about, and cry about.

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7pm had struck quickly. Time seems to go by fast. Now it’s time to go home. You both were full off of food, sweets and drinks —- maybe laughter.

“That wasn’t t’bad yeah? Maybe going outside and exploring could do you some good.” Dingley commented , slurping on his blue freezie.

He’s right, going outside with friends isn’t as bad as you thought. You just weren’t prepared.

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It’s been three months, you and Razzle had been hanging out like two strangers at a bar. Non-stop.

The lamp is low

The flowers are alive

The clouds are white

The grass is green

Life is life.

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A knock was sounded on your glass window on the Halloween night. You move the black and orange curtains to the side before seeing your best buddy, Razzle! :)

He blows on the window , creating fog before writing

‘Come trick or treat with me!’

“Aren’t we a bit too old?”

‘There’s no age limit on going to get candy on Halloween :(‘

He blew away the previous writing, blew more fog to create another writing.

How can you say no. You grab your bucket that mysteriously matches

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“It’s cold out here ainnit?” Your best buddy pretends as if he turned into ice.

“As much as I love you, please — cut out the embarrassing antics Raz”

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing”

“Why?”

“Nevermind..”

— A teenager then bumped into your causing some of your Candy to spill.

“Watch it, freak.” The average teen spat as his group of friends laughed, who were dressed like skeletons, band members, serial killers and all.

Sigh.. teenagers..

“That was one way to put it, why don’t you say something? — Oi, watch we’re you going! Ye bumped into us first ya git!”

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“Two more houses isn’t bad, cmon mate!” He pleaded and pleaded until you turned in.

“Fine fine, Two more. Don’t take forever either.” Huffing, crossing your arms you watch him run off to Another house like a kid on their own.

How this man could act of as a child, it was very enduring.

You begin to feel dizzy and a bit nauseous, taking a seat on the side walk , closing you eyes and breathing in the cool fresh air for a couple of minutes.

Everything slowly begin to close around you, noise, people, everything…

“You alright mate?”

Your eyes then shoot open to see Dingley standing there with wide eyes of shock and confusion, his lips slightly parted before giving a dimpled-sweet smile.

Knowing that you’re okay, the glint in his eyes shine more.

Then he offers to help you up— which now results into you both going back home.

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“Finally, home sweet home..” The warmth of the house perfectly hitting both yours and Razzle’s skin, kicking off your shoes next to Razzle’s and putting your bucket across his.

His back facing the lamp as his hands lay on the pumpkin plastic bucket.

“Ready?”

“Wait—“ Walking to the cabinet to take your medicine for schizophrenia. You then pop the pill in your mouth with water, looking down and now you’ve reached your bucket.

Tipping it over, you realize Razzle hasn’t tipped his over.

Looking up,

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He wasn’t there.

schizophrenia has the peaks.

He was one of them.

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Waking up to a bright light and your head pounding. Bandages and cords were coving most of your body. Your leg was in a cast and people — such as nurses and friends were watching over you.

“What happened..” your throat scratched our, leaving your to wince at the absence of water and the feeling of an extreme dry throat.

“You were in a car crash containing a drunk driver, Vince.”

Waking up completely, you look around for Razzle to find any source to see if he was okay.

“Razzle died.”

The lamp ahead of you started to look distorted and weird.

‘The lamp is low.’

Hold his Starbucks and cig, shits about to get real.

Who posted that fucking picture of me.

the Metallimansion! :3

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⭐️--Doing everything together. EVERYTHING.

⭐️--You being the one to pull more pranks out of Mike, and Razzle and The others confusing mike for it.

⭐️-- "Y/N did you manage to put mayo in my toothpaste bottle?" And they glare daggers at mike.

⭐️-- "How would I be able to do that??"

⭐️--‼️‼️‼️ FASHION QUEENS‼️‼️‼️

⭐️-- you guys are better than any other siblings because you bith actually share clothes and accessories without arguing.

⭐️-- People think your style is more strange than Mike's because you LOVE to wear silly things.

⭐️-- "Why are you wearing bandages around your waist.."

⭐️-- "It's called fashion, honey."

⭐️-- TWIN TELEPATHY!!

⭐️-- you with speak at the same time almost all the time and it's lowkey funny and cool.

⭐️-- Michael thinks it's a flex for sure.

⭐️-- "Me and my sister/brother Y/N can speak at the same time any time, it's kinda cool right??"

⭐️--YOU BOTH HAVING GREAT TALENT.

⭐️-- The most sassy duo.

⭐️-- Going on a shopping spree 3x a week.

⭐️-- You getting lost.

⭐️-- "Where did Y/N go.." Sami Is stuck in question

⭐️-- "Where do they never go?" --Mike

⭐️-- "If I'm dying, you're dying with me" troupe

⭐️-- you and Michael are partners in crimes.

⭐️-- You once broke your right arm and got a yellow cast and Michael broke his left and got a orange one. You signed your name on his and he signed his on yours.

⭐️-- DISLIKING SOME FOODS HE HATE.

⭐️-- You hating coffee, but love tea (sorry if u like coffee)

⭐️--SAME MUSIC TASTE.

⭐️-- you being younger than him by 13 minutes but act the oldest.

⭐️-- "Mike come back around 7pm"

⭐️-- "You're younger than me."

⭐️-- "We don't count the lame 13 minutes😒."

⭐️-- He loves coloring books, you hate them.

⭐️-- The "too-much-of-the-details" make you lose motivation and energy.

⭐️-- "I don't wanna color this anymore."

⭐️-- "All you did was open the marker?"

⭐️-- Being his back up singer when he's sick‼️‼️

⭐️-- Michael feels as if he needs to try hard and you're like.. "Girl, bye.."

⭐️-- YOU CAN SING LIKE HIM‼️

⭐️-- Your hair is shorter than his by 1 inch.

⭐️-- you both like odd numbers.

⭐️-- YOU BEING A HEAVY DRINKER, MIKE, NO!!

⭐️-- ice skating queens‼️🙏

⭐️-- Except when you busted your buns, huns.

⭐️-- You being more bold than he is, not scared to shut something down if needed.

⭐️-- Someone once said you brother looks like a fag and you went off

⭐️-- GOING TO ARCADES WITH HANOI ROCKS!!

⭐️-- YOU AND RAZZLE AND MICHAEL BEING THE TOP 3 WINNERS.

⭐️-- At the end of the day you both are the world wide best set of twins, everybody loves, hates, adore, and wanna be

Merry Christmas my Loves! Ive been working on something for a couple of hours. Can you guess??

Making song! However, I don't know which one I should make, here are my options!

--PERSON(a-LIE-ty)

--FEVER DREAM

-- Maybe I (just wanna be yours)

--BIRTHDAY BASH

--never say goodbye

Yes, it's a struggle, and I'm in need of help. Count on me guys

Hi guys! Sorry I haven't posted in almost 9 days, I was in a really bad situation.

Trigger warning, this includes..pills, ER, and a Mental hospital.

I overdosed on December 5th, 2024, and ended up making my way to the ER rushed, and a couple hours later, I was in a mental institution. Stayed for 9 days and went back home. However, it went all around the system, and I'm close to either A) losing my parents or B) I don't know.

SO that's um, it..

Hey mooties, since I haven't been active due to Medical issues and mental health issues with friends and others, I'm gonna chat mostly on discord, due to that, and work. Work is also kicking me in the ass right now so, yes. My discord will be put down below, feel free to add, I promise I'm not rude🙏.

Ps: im doing a Itty bitty better, many check ins and medicine, but overall, yep! (Sorry for ghosting you all)

Discord: razz.dingley

Of course it's the unemployed ones😭

I was on Reddit, looking for some interesting stories to tell about Izzy or Guns n' Roses. In the posts about Izzy, all I found were men putting Izzy down and that he was not that talented, since his solo work is considered mediocre.

On Reddit they have some kind of anger with Izzy and Steven.

There really is nothing that satisfies people.

Example:

Why so much hate?, really ridiculous

Maybe I fell on the wrong side of Reddit.