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longtime dc fan and i think a lot of people are angry because alex is obviously one of the most culturally relevant instances of misogyny in media. that being said being more culturally relevant doesn’t mean it’s the worst instance of misogyny and i think bumble definitely experiences more profound misogyny in the way the actual content is presented, if that makes sense

I get you, and that's a charitable way of looking at it.

I think what's rustling my jimmies is that like, there was a couple of WC fans being mildly dismissive of Alex in that note minefield, after dozens of comments of "fuck you how could you let the fridge woman lose" and "Bumble didn't deserve to win ANY rounds" and "how could A CAT experience misogyny." But then WE get blamed for the toxicity because THEY were butthurt that the Funny Cat People have the 'audacity' to win something they feel entitled to.

Like, we've gotta be endlessly charitable as we get openly insulted because they're upset about Alex losing, a very well-known and culturally relevant character with a legacy so massive we have a whole term named after her. But condemnations of "She's just a cat, letting WC into this poll was a mistake, Bumble can't even be a victim of misogyny" only started coming around once I started talking about it.

as if it's OUR fault people got passive-aggressive or even OPENLY aggressive towards us, and that we're "just as bad" for retaliating

But like you said, it's not a "Most Culturally Relevant Misogyny" tournament, it's a "Canon Misogyny Victims" tournament. And you're not even supposed to give a shit that Bumble died. The fat, woman abuse victim is beaten to death by a dictator, and your takeaway is meant to be, "It's so sad that Clear Sky is being blamed for murdering her, now they're all preparing for self-defense against a homicidal maniac, oh nooo :("

And I think that DOES make her deserve the win here! Alex is a MARTYR. Everyone with a brain agrees what happens to her is bad. It happened in her canon because it was bad. We talk about her and keep her memory alive. Bumble gets dismissed entirely out of hand because she's "just a cat in a kid's book" as if that doesn't make it worse, and as if the kid's book didn't treat a domestic abuse survivor like a moron for even asking for help.

Anyway, just to reiterate, I love DC fans. It's not all of you guys. Alex was done dirty and deserves justice-- and it's even kind of a shame that all she became is "The Fridge Woman." I haven't even heard people talk about how she was a wary, responsible person who was still ready to rock with Kyle's new weird glowstick powers, or that she was a journalist, or that she just got brought back in another edition as a Green Lantern only to be revealed as an illusion and re-absorbed back into Kyle's mind. Nope. Even her fans just remember her as The Fridge Woman.

#She wasn't even ONLY brought back as a green lantern btw she also came back as....#full disclosure I'm not a DC fan this is from My Best Friend + Wiki Education #...as a cool ass evil zombie black lantern #Only for Kyle to have to put her down like Old Yeller #Because he can't handle her Zomgirl Swag #How cunty of me would it be actually if. IF. Bumble sweeps the whole tournament and I go back and write whole essays for--#how each one of her opponents were worthy adversaries and explain exactly how deep the misogyny of canon went against them #Bones ''King of Women Appreciation'' Fall #Especially Chichi actually. If it had been Alex vs Chichi I would have gone to bat for Chichi.#Chichi was done dirtier than Alex. And also I would go PRETTY hard for my girl Android 18 #And ACTUALLY? One of the WORST victims of DB's misogyny? Don't @ me? Gine. Goku's mom #Behold my race of evil monkey space soldiers and how their violent nature has been exploited by a galactic capitalist dictator #Look at how in-depth I go to suggest them overcoming their battle-centric nature and show how in a different context this can be--#--applied for heroic ends #Watch the death of my main character's father and show how his last thought was comforted only by visions of how his son would one day--#overcome the dictator and avenge his death #Only for that to have been subverted because Goku didn't actually give a shit about revenge. Frieza simply threatened his friends.#NEVERMIND!! HIS MOM COULDN'T HAVE BEEN BLOODTHIRSTY BECAUSE SHE'S WOMAN #HOW CAN YOU FEEL BAD FOR THE DEATH OF A WOMAN. A WHOLE PLANET. IF HER HUSBAND DOESN'T LOVE HER AND SHE ISN'T A PERFECT LOVING MOTHER #SHUT UP SHUT UP. GINE KILL THIS MAN #10000 GUNS IN GINE'S HANDS #ouuugh and her husband saved her sooo many times on their expeditions because she sucks and thats why they fell in love :) PERISH. DIE #BAD TORIYAMA. BAD.#JAIL FOR TORIYAMA 10000 YEARS #And Saiyans apparently didn't even really develop romantic bonds between mates but nuuuuh #Gotta have these two be a perfect husbandwife pair with their little nuclear family #Anyway. Aromantic Vegeta with Bulma as QPR partner and coparent be upon ye #stop teasing me by retconning romantic feelings into ur aromantic alien species to ship them im a shaking chihuahua.#also ur all lucky we're not going to be facing Sakura in the next round guys #Sakura is my fucking white whale

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Fate Fanservant: Moll Dyer, The Witch of the Frozen Rock(Avenger)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: A mess of silver hair covers her head, and pouches full of strange medicines are seen attached to a worn-out white dress by belts. She stares ahead with an annoyed gaze as she leans against an old-fashioned walking cane as dark as pitch.

Second Stage: Atop her head is an old-fashioned witch’s hat, pure white and ragged. Her walking cane has been replaced with a traditional wizard’s staff, and her clothing is much more elegant and refined, akin to a noblewoman’s.

Final Stage: Her left arm has been replaced with a prosthetic made of solid ice, as has her right leg. Patches of ice cover her clothes and face, even blocking out one of her eyes. Points of sharpened ice jut out from her clothes, and the shadow of a white hound can be seen looming behind her.

Traits:

Class: Avenger Alternate Class: Caster, Alter Ego

True Name: Moll Dyer

Source: American History Region: America Alignment: Neutral Evil Attribute: Man

Known as: The Witch of the Stone, The Frozen Witch, The Witch of the White Hound

Voice Actress: Saori Hayami

Deck: QAABB

Parameters:

Strength: D Endurance: B- Agility: B Mana: EX Luck: D NP: A++

Theme:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio)

Aviators - Scarlet Vow (Halloween Song | NEW EP!)

Passive Skills:

Avenger C:

It is said that long after Moll Dyer's physical body died and was lost to time, her spirit still lived on as a curse upon those who dared make their way to what remains of her home. The land itself is barren, and lightning strikes the area an abnormal amount of times.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own NP generation rate when taking attack by 16%. -500% Chance to reduce party's debuff resistance by 6% except self. (Including sub members) [Demerit]

Self-Replenishment (Magic) EX:

Her heart has been lost, torn out and crushed by the actions of the small town she had lived in. In its place is only bitterness and hatred, and a grudge that will never truly be satisfied no matter what. Humanity's own paranoia and cowardice, scorned her, destroyed her, and ultimately killed her. For this, the only retribution will be to do to them in kind.

The harshness of winter will engulf everything, man, woman, child. Nothing will be left from the aftermath of her righteous fury.

(FGO Effect): -Charges own NP gauge by 4.2% every turn.

Oblivion Correction C:

She will never forget that night, when she was chased from her own home. When the men shouted accusations of witchcraft at her, and pulled at her hair and clothes to try and have her hanged. When she had to flee from the wreckage of her own burning house for a crime she had never even committed. When she died alone and unloved in the cold winter, cursing humanity's horrible cruelty.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own critical damage by 6%.

Shaper of Lands EX:

A variation on the Territory Creation skill, this power allows the wielder to morph the very world around them however they please. Empowered by the Irish goddess of the land and weather and blessed by the grace of God, the very ground Moll walks on is turned into a barren wasteland of snow and ice, akin to a grand temple where she reigns as the sole goddess and ruler. With the power of the goddess that shaped the land itself, Dyer can fell mountains into valleys, raise canyons into peaks that scrape the sky, and shape the world around her as she sees fit.

In essence, she has no need to make a territory for herself, as Moll Dyer's territory is wherever she makes herself known.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own Arts performance by 12%. -Increases damage by 250. -Increases own debuff resist by 25%.

Active Skills:

Merciless Winter A:

Having been blessed by the goddess Cailleach in order to pursue her vengeance against the wickedness of humanity, Moll Dyer's power manifests as an incredible power over both snow and storm alike, allowing her to bring down divine wrath on her enemies with a terrible vengeance, freezing over anyone and everyone much like how Moll herself ended up frozen in the harsh winters of Massachusetts.

Alongside Cailleach's power, Moll can cast down terrible curses on her enemies, typically manifesting as the four tragedies most associated with her. The plague that drove the town up into a frenzy looking for someone to blame. The fires that engulfed her home and forced her to flee for her life. The uncaring coldness of winter where she froze to death. And the terrible curse that manifested as her undying grudge against humanity and its cruelty.

(FGO Effect:) -Apply buff to self (3 turns): --Decrease ATK for all enemies each turn (1 turn). --Decrease Defense for all enemies each turn (1 turn). -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies. -Chance to Stun all enemies

Innocent Monster (Witch) EX:

The skill given to those whose lives were distorted and broken by mankind, warping their Saint Graph as a result. In the case of Moll Dyer, even though she worked as a healer of the ill and injured, the townsfolk saw her as a witch for her solitary life and status as an immigrant. Soon enough, rumors about her ignited like wildfire, whipping her home of Leonardtown into a fervor once a plague struck them. Believing that they had been cursed by Dyer, the townsfolk set her house ablaze, and forcing her to flee into the forest, lest she be put to death.

Moll Dyer's body was found a few days later by a young boy, frozen solid with an arm raised up into the sky in a silent prayer to god. Yet another victim of the hysteria of humanity.

(FGO Effect:) -Gains critical stars every turn for three turns. -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns. -Inflict Spreading Fire status to self for five turns[Demerit]. -Greatly increase NP Gauge if burned(1 time, five turns).

Aloof Mercy B+:

Despite the fact that she claims to have abandoned any and all humanity she had left, Moll Dyer is still a competent witch with knowledge of many herbal remedies with the ability to cure sickness. While she is nowhere near as talented as Servants such as Asclepius or Nightingale, one can still find Dyer working on her own medicines. If one asks her, however, she will deny it to her very grave.

Perhaps she still has a little faith in humanity left after all.

(FGO Effect:) -Recovers party's HP every turn for five turns. -Removes party's debuffs. -Increase party’s resistance to critical hits for five turns.

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Séadchomhartha an Bhróin - The Moll Dyer Rock

Rank: A++ Maximum Targets: 5000 Range: 400km Classification: Anti-Army

The symbol of Moll Dyer's tragic and untimely demise, the Moll Dyer Stone is a minor artifact associated with curses and superstition that can still be found at Leonardtown, Maryland where she died. It is said that Dyer was found, hands and knees on the stone, frozen to death in a silent prayer to God to destroy the people that had run her out of town and killed her. Many of the townspeople's descendants have attributed personal tragedies to the curse of the stone, and those who have touched the stone have stated to have fallen ill, felt a deathly cold, or even fainted outright in its presence.

As a Servant, the Moll Dyer Rock has changed to something completely different. Thanks to the powers of the goddess Callieach, the stone has transformed into a massive menhir that towers over the land, a symbol of her own hatred of mankind. When Moll is in her menhir's range, her magical powers become amplified even further, and in turn all enemies within its range become afflicted by heavy curses. Simply destroying the menhir isn't enough to stop it entirely, either, as thanks to her powers over the land, Dyer can merely recreate another one in a matter of minutes.

(FGO Effect:) -Remove all buffs from all enemies(Applies first) -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns(Applies first) -Deal heavy damage against all enemies -Decrease debuff resistance for all enemies for three turns -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies

Noble Phantasm: Cú Bán Seilge - Visage of My One Friend

Rank: C+ Maximum Targets: 1 Range: — Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

As a means of remembering the one creature who ever showed her true kindness, Moll Dyer can take the shape of a fearsome white wolfhound that can disappear and reappear like a phantom, passing through walls to shred at the victims behind them or phasing through attacks to avoid potentially fatal wounds. In essence, Moll Dyer becomes a ghost sent by God to destroy the evil and sinful of the world, taking the visage of the one being who protected her from the evils of man.

If the need arises, Dyer can also assume a form that is between human and hound, becoming a towering werewolf that retains both the hound's ghostly powers and fierce fangs and the witch's terrible magics and commandment over both earth and frost, becoming akin to a devil that torments the wicked.

Voice Lines:

Summoned: Avenger, Moll Dyer. I am an instrument of God’s will, carrying out vengeance in His name. If humanity’s heart chooses to harden in the face of kindness, then let the chill of death allow their bodies to match their spirit.

Level Up 1: Do you seek to find mercy from me if you can give me trinkets, child? Hmph. How foolish. My wrath is not so easily bought.

Level Up 2: It appears my old bones are stronger than even I anticipated...

1st Ascension: Hmmm... How interesting, I never wore these clothes back when I was alive, and yet... I see. Is this what the youth today call 'high fashion'? I quite like it, I must admit. It suits me nicely.

2nd Ascension: Well, it seems that my age has yet to catch up with me. I'm surprised how well we're doing as a pair, child.

3rd Ascension: This is the truth of who I am, child. The phantom witch of the white forest. I was robbed of my life by the evils of humanity, and so too will I take the lives of others as recompense through the grace of God. There is no time for screaming. There is no need for despair. All that needs to be done... is silence this world. Then, and only then, will I be at peace.

4th Ascension: You're still here at my side? I must say, it's nice to have the company. Hmph. To think, humanity could ever produce a selfless soul such as yourself... Truly, I have been blessed by God to have someone such as yourself at my side, child. When mankind is consumed by frost... When humanity is buried beneath the earth... I will be sure to keep your grave intact.

Fight Start 1: God has blessed me, child. Let us see if you are half as fortunate...

Fight Start 2: Don't bother trying to fight against the winter, child. You will merely die tired.

Fight Start 3: Look upon the Shaper of Lands, and weep.

Skill 1: You're fifty years too young to even think of facing me, child.

Skill 2: Behold the despair of an eternal snowfall, and despair.

Skill 3: Let God decide your fate.

Command Card Select 1: I want to watch you die slowly.

Command Card Select 2: I will bury you alive...

Command Card Select 3: You will not live to see the sunrise.

Noble Phantasm Select 1: All that lives... Will be consumed in my vengeance.

Noble Phantasm Select 2: You will know the harshness of winter...

Noble Phantasm Select 3: Your death awaits!

Attack 1: Do you understand the terror of winter?

Attack 2: The cold bites at your flesh.

Attack 3: The wind tears at your eyes.

Attack 4: The fear rips out your heart.

Attack 5: There is no escape for you.

Attack 6: This land... Will become your grave.

Extra Attack 1: CÚ BÁN SEILGE!

Extra Attack 2: I will tear out your heart... And feast on your bones!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Humanity's own wickedness and evil put me to death and deemed it to be justice...

Allow me to return the favor.

Behold, the judgment of all mankind.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 2:

This land shall die by plague and frost.

Such is the will of God.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 3:

Ahahahahahahaha…

Run, scream, cry out all you like.

God will not show mercy to you sinners.

I will not show mercy to you sinners.

Such is the harshness of winter.

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Khhhhh…!

Regular Damage: Damn you…!

Defeated 1: God… please, give me strength…

Defeated 2: No… I don’t want to go back!

Victory 1: I think I like you better this way… Silent.

Victory 2: Let the snow bury any trace of your existence.

Bond Level 1: I see no point in us conversing, child. Stop wasting your time and mine, lest I turn you to an ice sculpture and shatter you where you stand.

Bond Level 2: What do you want from me, child? Surely you have better things to do with your time than bother me. Go on, leave.

Bond Level 3: I left Ireland in hopes of finding freedom from persecution. And I died alone in the cold like a common animal because of humanity’s cruelty. Tell me... Is that the mankind you wish to defend?

Bond Level 4: All I did was heal the sick and tend to the dying... And all I asked for was to be left alone. All I wanted... All I ever needed was to be left alone... Why... Why wouldn't they just leave me alone...?!

Bond Level 5: Damn you... God damn you to hell... You're persistent in just following me to the ends of the earth, aren't you? Fine, do what you will, I won't bother stopping you anymore. But if you insist on following me on this path, I will not allow you to leave it. Is that understood, child?

Dialogue 1: Tch. Stand up straight, child. Don't slouch everywhere, you're going to give yourself a bad back. Trust me, I speak from experience...

Dialogue 2: You summoned me to serve you. I will fight on your orders. No more, no less. Do I make it clear?

Dialogue 3: If it's not one stray dog following me around everywhere, it's another, I swear...

Dialogue 4: Let us be off. I don't know if we should kill the sinners, or gather materials for my work, but either way, it is far too cramped in this room.

Dialogue 5 (If you have D.P. Upham): That brash young gentleman… What a fool. Written out of his own country’s history, and yet he still chooses to fight for it as a Servant…

Dialogue 6 (If you have Clara Barton): Don’t give me that nervous look, young lady. Stand up straight and pick your jaw off the floor. You’re a doctor, so act like it.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pecos Bill): Oh joy, it appears that drunken oaf is here as well... I don't know what's worse, the stench of alcohol, or her blind arrogance.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Yehûdâh Ish-Kerayot): The Frozen Hell of Cocytus... The Ninth and Final Ring of Hell itself... How interesting... I wonder whose ice proves colder, Judas Iscariot? Yours or mine?

Dialogue 9 (If you have Simo Häyhä): The sniper that stained red the ice and snow. Hmmm... Best be careful, old man. You never know when your own cover may betray you.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Hessian Lobo): Ohh… That’s a good boy! Yes… People have been kind and wicked to you as well, haven’t they, my king? Hmmm… We’re three of a kind, aren’t we?

Dialogue 11 (If you have Abigail Williams): A young girl, so pure, so fair... Tell me, Miss Williams... However does it feel to have the weight of dozens of bodies hanging around your neck? Must not be pleasant, I assume... But it is something you have to live with now. Until the end of time itself.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Anastasia): Russia's little princess... A beautiful gem stained by the blood of mankind's wickedness. If I had a granddaughter I think I'd like to have one like her.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Scáthach-Skaði): 'Goddess of Ice and Snow', hm? How quaint. Your power as King may be impressive, but can it stand against the Goddess that shaped the world itself?

Dialogue 14 (If you have Barghest): You there, the tall blonde one. Come here. Lie down, I can’t reach the top of your head. Ahhh… that’s much better. It’s not quite like it was back in the day, but it’s nice all the same.

Likes: Dogs are much better companions than people. They’re always loyal, they don’t make meaningless conversation, and they’re quite cute… Yes, the world would be much better if we had more dogs instead of people…

Dislikes: Superstition, fearmongering, moral panics… These are all things manufactured by humanity. These are the reasons why humanity should go extinct.

About the Holy Grail: God has already granted my wish… He has given me the strength to take my vengeance with my own two hands. Whatever more could I need?

During an Event: Hand me my staff, child. I would like to go for a walk today.

Birthday: It’s your birthday, hm? Whatever does that have to do with me, child. Go, leave me be.

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"I can't stay here... Not anymore. Not with the stench of death and aura of rot hanging in the air. I don't think I can even look at their rooms anymore. Everything just feels so... wrong without them. It seems my neighbors agree... Everywhere I go, I get looks of fear and superstition."

"Perhaps a change of scenery would be good for me... I hear that the New World is in fashion these days... Perhaps I can find a boat that can take me there. Yes... anywhere but here would be nice. Who knows? Perhaps my fortune will take a turn."

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 177 cm • 71 kg Source: American Myth/Historical Fact Region: America Alignment: Neutral • Evil Gender: Female

Alongside Tituba, Moll Dyer is one of the most famed victims of the colonial hysteria around witches. A former Irish noblewoman, it is said that Dyer left her home country of Ireland for one of multiple possible reasons. Her husband and sons had tragically died. Her family had fallen on hard times and she sought her own fortune. She hoped to find a land free of religious persecution. She had been run out of her own town after being accused of murder.

Whatever her reasoning for leaving, the truth of the matter was that Moll Dyer wanted to escape the demons of her own past, and find a place that would care for her and give her the happiness she was denied.

Bond Level 2:

Despite Moll Dyer's hopes for her future in the New World, she was destined to be made an outcast once again. Her faith, her tendency towards isolation, her mysterious past, and her talent for healing others all combined to make the townsfolk fear and revile her. Even when she worked her hardest to provide medicines and healing for the people in her small town, the people around her treated her with suspicion and vitriol, claiming she was a witch who brought down curses and misfortunes on people, even when she treated their illnesses.

As a consequence, Moll Dyer was banished to the outskirts of town, with no companions, save for a white dog that seemed to follow her wherever she went. No one knows where the hound came from, but it stayed at her side nonetheless. Together the two walked the streets of Seytontown, content to keep the other's company, even as death, disease, famine, and all sorts of misfortunes were laid at their feet. Not a lick of it mattered so long as they had each other around.

Bond Level 3:

The men came in the dead of night, screaming for her head. A plague, the influenza possibly, came through and infected dozens of people, causing many to die in the harshness of winter. For the townsfolk, this was the last straw. Surely, this had to be that witch's doing. The only way they could hope to save their own souls is to put her to death. So they came in, torches and pitchforks, ready to burn her alive.

The door caved in with a wicked crack, startling both the immigrant woman and her loyal companion awake. They grabbed at her, pulling at her hair and spitting in her face as they jeered wickedly.

"Witch!" they cried out. "You've cursed us all! You are little more than the Devil's own whore!"

A blur of white, a flash of fangs, and the accuser found his arm torn open by a hound's vicious fangs, dropping a torch to the ground and setting the frosted cabin alight.

"Damned cur! Back to Hell with you, monster!"

The ghostly hound was slain mere moments after by another hunter. But his sacrifice was able to buy his friend mere moments. She ran, desperate to escape the terrible mob, disappearing into the ice and snow, never to be seen by her pursuers again.

Bond Level 4:

"Cold... cold... I'm so cold... I can't even see in front of my face. I can't even feel my fingers and toes. All I can do is run for my life."

"They burned down my home... They grabbed me and shoved me to the ground... They killed my only friend. And now they've run me out of town to die alone here..."

"God, please... If you're listening to me... I only want to ask you one thing."

"Don't let them get away with this."

Bond Level 5:

Arms raised in a silent prayer to God, the so-called witch is almost quietly serene, like a beautiful glass sculpture. A faint smile is seen on her face as she looks up to the heavens. A quiet prayer is said in the hopes that someone would grant her salvation from her pain and suffering.

They didn’t find her body for days. It was only by chance that a shepherd’s son found her frozen corpse, raised in a silent prayer to God, stuck to a stone. Without ceremony, they pried off her body from the stone and buried her in an unmarked grave.

In the days after her passing, many of the mob who had invaded her home claimed to be afflicted by terrible curses. Disease, loss, and misfortune all followed them to their graves. A curse, or an act of God, it’s unsure to say. All that is known is that Moll Dyer died as she lived: an outcast.

Extra (Clear Lostbelt 4.6 “Great Rebellion”):

In life, Moll Dyer was nothing more than a fantastical legend; a footnote in the history of mankind, and one of many victims of a cruel and unjust system. She was nothing more than one of countless people who prayed to God for salvation, but went unanswered as she died alone and unloved, and left nothing behind but burning emotions of hate and fear. There aren't even true records proving her existence. All that Moll Dyer left behind were phantoms, and all that Moll Dyer was was a phantom.

Her Avenger incarnation from the American Singularity, however, is a different story. There, her prayers were answered by not one, but two gods. Granted the ability to shape the world as she saw fit and to manipulate the very elements themselves, Moll Dyer sought to achieve the justice that was taken from her and so many others like her, even if it meant that she was to become the very witch they accused her of being. It didn't matter how many lives were lost, what devastation was wreaked, or who begged her to stop.

No one would ever take anything from her. Never again.

#fate #fate fanservant #fanservant #fate oc #moll dyer #behold the second of my three avenger fanservants #apologies if any of the translations suck #i tried my best to make sure that they made sense #but all i had at my disposal was wikipedia google translate and deepl #regardless #moll dyer was a really fun servant to put together #i love witches in fiction so having the chance to try and make a fanservant based on one is pretty fun #especially since we don't have a lot of witches from colonial times in fate #not even tituba who is arguably the most famous victim of the salem witch trials #while moll dyer has a fairly minor place in history #what little is known about her is pretty interesting to me #especially with the story of her famous curse #i don't have a visual reference for her because i haven't had a commission done yet #and also there's really not a lot of fictional witches that match the vision i have of her #either way enjoy this werewolf ghost witch grandma

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