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Trixie Mattel as Swedish/Homophobic Cher, The Maxi Cut
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Reasons why Axel is best girl
Her name and design is absolute peak
This was a promo photo. The combat boots, the camo pants, the asymmetrical piercings, the camo paint and absolute feral energy in this photo.
There's a reason why she had so much hype before we even knew her personality. She exudes absolute girlboss energy and leaks with potential.
Her voice is incredible
Something about her dialect tickles my brain. Just listen to her speak especially in S2 E3 and you'll see what I mean. Her VA does an incredible job.
She's incredibly compassionate believe it or not
Her boot episode in S1 starts with her getting breakfast in the woods. She could have made food for just herself but took the time to find and cook food for the rest of her team.
S2 E2 consists of her helping her struggling teammates several times. Zee when he's taken too many hits and Damien after going through the 4 point tube.
You may think she does it out of necessity, but anybody could have gone and saved Damien, Priya especially. She's quick to inform them he needs medical attention.
She even admits that despite winning she doesn't approve of what Millie did. This is coming from the same girl that kicked a teammate overboard in the season prior. She genuinely cares about her team.
She's not very fond of Ripper, yet when she accidentally punches him in the face, she is quick to help him up and fix his broken nose. Her voice is incredibly soft as she helps him as well.
The way she handles Ripper's initial confession really sticks out to me. She doesn't lash out or mock him for having a crush, she calmly admits to being uncomfortable and gently tells him she doesn't feels the same.
She even apologizes. There's no need to apologize for not returning romantic feelings for someone. They're not entitled to your love. But she apologizes anyways despite Ripper never asking for one, because she knows that she hurt him and wanted to reject him as nicely and possible.
She recognizes Rippers development and sees how he's willing to better himself for her. He took the time to learn one of her hobbies for her and she realizes and truly appreciates that. She rewards his efforts by kissing him.
She loves Ripper for who he is despite his imperfections. She finds his stupidity to be attractive, and he's a bit insecure when it comes to impressing her, so she's quick to reassure him that she does in fact love him after insulting him and knocking him off their canoe.
There's these little blink and you'll miss it moments in the finale where when Ripper is getting hurt she's not too pleased and is there to comfort him.
Her confidence is unmatched
From the very beginning she's very sure of herself and her abilities. Her first line is her boasting about her survival abilities and how she's not afraid and how people should fear her instead.
She doesn't doubt her decisions. She kicks Ripper overboard in S1 and doesn't ever regret it, not even after she's been voted off because of it.
In S2 E3 she does a flip over a stump just because she can. Her only solo confessional is her bragging about how she was born for this challenge. She's fully confident in her skills and for good reason.
S2 E4 has a lot of these moments where she's so sure of herself not as a survivalist but also as a person. She was voted "most likely to make you regret stuff" in survival camp. She's not ashamed of that fact, she sounds almost proud.
When her love of poetry is revealed, she's not embarrassed, she sounds happy to be able to reveal that fact about herself. She knows that it's an interest not expected of someone like her, and she doesn't care.
She kisses a man on live TV despite being incredibly embarrassed and near uncomfortable with being put on the spot.
She doesn't change herself for Ripper. She is so sure of herself and she knows Ripper loves her for who she is. She's not embarrassed to show her love for him, and she's not afraid to still be her authentic self.
She takes bullshit from no one
When she stops Ripper from wasting his time and energy in the beginning, he lashes out. How does she respond? She growls at him. She's not gonna let some guy yell at her when she's trying to help.
Ripper refuses to have her lead the team despite majority ruling for her to be captain, so what does she do? She kicks him overboard for mutiny and refusing to cooperate.
Ripper taunts her for getting booted by waving his marshmallow in her face. She's already pissed, so she bites his hand and eats his own marshmallow straight from his hand. What a queen.
Ripper calls her and her team nerds in S2 E2 and she immediately snaps at him and intimidates him for his disrespect.
S2 E3 is when she and Ripper get stuck butt to butt, and it does slow her down a lot, but she ends up being in the pack getting carried by Caleb regardless. She's not really responsible for her teams loss. So when Chef puts her on the list of people on the chopping block, she immediately shuts him down because of how stupid that is.
Her split second Yuri moment with Emma consists of her intimidating her not to mess up the challenge. Emma does mess up, Axel falls, and Axel votes her off.
Her team loses for the 3rd time in a row by E5 and of course Chris relishes in their failures and rubs it in their faces. Axel is a blunt and honest person, but here she resorts to sarcasm because that's how done she is with his shit.
She's literally about to be eaten by a shark and she just turns and yells at it to back off, icon.
#total drama#total drama 2023#tdi 2023#total drama island 2023#td axel#total drama axel#taylor rambles#ripaxel#axeripper#Let me know if I missed something
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Egg timeline. Made for myself. Does not include nightmares or other deaths that did not count. Does include deaths that lead to trials
Day 13- April 3, round 1 of adoptions.
(Chayanne, Dapper, Ramon, Trump, Leonarda, Juanaflippa, Tilín, Bobby)
Day 14- April 4, Juana Flippa loses a life (Neglect)
Day 15- April 5, Ramon losses a life (Burnt (wither skeleton))
Day 16- April 6, Tilín loses a life (neglect) Chayanne loses a life (neglect)
Day 18- April 8, Trump loses a life
Day 19- April 9, Juana Flippa dies (Broken bed)
Day 22- April 12, Juana Flippa is revived
Day 23- April 13, Tilín dies (sweeping edge by Slime) Trump dies (Neglect)
Day 24- April 14, Juana Flippa dies (sweeping edge by Mariana)
Day 25- April 15, Tallulah gets found and adopted
Day 36- April 26, Leonarda losses a life (Whale)
Day 40- April 30, Eggs disappear, get found with cracks. Richarlyson gets found and adopted
Day 42- May 2, Richarlyson losses a life (Bull)
Day 45- May 5, Bobby losses a life (Drowned (Binary Entity))
Day 55- May 15, Tallulah losses a life (Philza (while fighting binary entity)
Day 56- May 16, Pomme gets found and adopted. Dapper loses a life (Binary entity)
Day 57- May 17, Bobby dies (Vindicator)
Day 169- September 7, Eggs show signs of more intense cracking
Day 170- September 8, Eggs disappear
Day 225- November 2, Revival of dead eggs for one day
Day 240- November 18, Eggs found on egg island before buried by earthquake (Dapper does not get burried)
Day 242- November 21, Disappeared eggs are in hospital, egg island eggs adopted
(Sunnysideup, Empanada, Pepito)
Day 247- November 27, Eggs wake up from hospital
Day 293- January 11, Empanada losses a life (eye soldier)
Day 324- February 11, 춘식 (Choonsik) First adoption
Day 341- February 28, Pepito losses a life (Gearling and Lag)
Day 346 - March 4, Pepito's trial was Scheduled (postponed) Eggs are all currently napping
Date of last update March 16 - day 358
#qsmp#qsmp eggs#let me know if I missed something#or if someone can find all the nightmares I'll add them#I'll update when eggs wake up#had to correct because I put a 5 where there should be a 4 lmao
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Here's what we are missing, all the scenes are taken from the trailer, and are not in order:
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Junoverse Season 5 Bingo Update
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The Gods do NOT support TERFS
The Gods do NOT support Nazis
The Gods do NOT support folks who are zionists
The Gods do NOT support folks who are antisemitic
The Gods do NOT support folks who are xenophobic
The Gods do NOT support folks who are ableist
The Gods do NOT support folks who are racist
The Gods do NOT support governments/people who steal land from Native peoples
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Panic Room
Crowley x reader (gn) part 1
about 5,000 words. I hope you all enjoy and please do not copy my work, thanks!
Warnings: read through at like 1:00 am once so probably many mistakes, canon violence, the supernatural, angst (I guess), and language. Also slight warning, I’m planning on making this a 3 part/ maybe short 4th part mini series, but I take forever to write anything, this has just been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months.
Panic Room
Hell Raising
Hair Raising
I’m ready for the worst
So frightening
Face whitening
Fear that you can’t reverse
Welcome to the Panic Room
Where all your darkest fears are going to come for you …
Seven and a half months. For you a total of 75 years of brutal, unrelenting torture. Hell did not treat you well and to call you bitter would not only be offensive but also the largest understatement of the millennium.
You loved humanity, you loved your life, and you loved those in your life. Despite this, anger was all you could feel toward the people that used to bring you the most joy. The ones that made you laugh, that made you a better person, and left you behind. You didn’t even know if they knew.
You died. You died and as your deal had stated; you were going to hell. Readying yourself for the worst did nothing to help in the end. The place was so frightening at first, but with time you became used to the fear. It was nothing anymore. Your only goal in life was to never be afraid again. You knew what you needed, but more importantly, you knew what you craved.
You wanted them to pay. You made the deal for them. You made the deal with his crossroad demons. You took the price when the one that fucked up refused to take responsibility for his actions.
You sacrificed everything. You lost your will to live and more. You didn’t want to hurt just anyone you wanted to hurt them. You wanted them to feel every moment of your torture and then some. You didn’t want revenge, you wanted justice.
“Belial, the wicked one, it’s great to finally see you, however, I had been hoping I’d be able to put a name to a face. Is the mask really necessary?” Crowley stalled.
“No, it’s not necessary, I just prefer it. After all, I did go back to get my face, and I wouldn’t want my old identity to get out there, now would I?”
“I suppose not,” Crowley led on, making his way around one of his numerous castle rooms in Hell, preparing the both of you a drink. “How do you like your liquor?”
“Well, more recently I’ve come to like a nice earthy aged scotch or whiskey neat. Whichever you think would be better. Either is much nicer than the cheap beers I used to drink. However, you still stick to the room temperature yeast water if I’m correct Dean and Sam. As for you Castiel, your grace makes it unnecessary to even try drinking unless you want a whole nother liquor store,” you turn slowly to look at the shorter hunter sneaking up behind you.
Dean had stopped his stride as you started to speak of him. Sam carefully made his way out from behind a bookshelf to your left. Castiel walked with his usual cadence from your right, out of the darkness.
Crowley gulped as you slowly moved back to look at the King of Hell. The brothers collected together on your left moving closer to the demon you were staring at. Castiel armed himself with an angel blade shifting to Crowley’s side.
“It’s nice to see I’ve sent you into such a panic, my King. But all four of you, here, in front of me, it truly seems all of my prayers have been answered.”
“What are your grievances toward us?” Castiel questioned, as he held his position as a warrior of the lord.
“What the hell did we do to you?” Dean asked.
You chuckled menacingly, “Hell is exactly right, Dean Winchester. As for my grievances, I simply can’t move past the fact that I was left here to rot.”
“We don’t even know who you are,” Sam said, trying to ease the tension of the situation.
“I assure you, you know exactly who I am.”
“What is it you wish to do to us for our mistreatment of you?” Crowley did not seem bothered by your accusations. He was in fact satisfied with his work, but only because he did not know whose face lay under the cover of your mask and hood.
“I’m simply going to take you to where all your darkest fears are going to come for you.”
Crowley scowled at this. Castiel raised his blade. “You can’t hurt me, angel, you promised.”
“I have only ever promised that to one-“ Castiel stopped speaking. The look of sudden and horrifying realization dawned on his face.
“Cas, Cas, what is it, who are they?” Dean asked as Sam tried to get Castiel to share the information he had just come to understand.
“Well, I don’t care who feathers promised to protect. This is my kingdom, no one threatens me,” Crowley pulled out his angel blade only making it a step forward.
“Really, Crowl,” your voice sounded as it used to, no longer holding the facade of an old and ancient demon, “when have you ever beat me one-to-one? We could make another bet, you’ll have to finally take me to that one restaurant you're always raving about and saying you’ll bring me to.”
His face fell immediately. “No,” it came out of his mouth with a hint of denial, but his eyes begged for what he was thinking to not be true.
It was your turn to smirk at the demon. You did so as you took off your mask and slowly removed your hood.
“Y/n,” Sam’s voice came out breathy. You were unexpected. Dean’s face whitened entirely, finally understanding Cas’s silence.
“We burned your body,” Crowley’s voice was breaking and eyes watering.
“You should have gone to Heaven,” Castiel stated.
“And I would have. If I hadn’t made a deal to save you lot from Lucifer,” your nostrils flared and your glare was directed at the Winchesters. “You were like brothers to me. I saved you! And you!” your gaze turned to Crowley, “I was given two goddamn years, by your crossroad demons. And my life ended up shorter than determined because I sacrificed myself to save all of you. And-and you, you let me rot in Hell.” Your voice broke on the last sentence you let slip.
Each of the men before you crumbled at the weight of your words. Not a single one of them could look you in the eye.
“Do it,” Dean said. No one spoke out against this. “Do what you need to do, make us pay. Just, please, let Sam out of this.” The begging was something your demon side liked, but the human part of you was sickened by it.
You walked forward, reaching out to cradle Dean's face in one of your hands. “No,” escaped firmly from your lips that were stuck in a hellish smile, fully displaying almost pointed teeth, like that of the many monsters you had all killed together.
The fear that followed your statement caught you off guard. Sam, Cas, and Crowley all flinched at your answer and Dean fell apart.
“Please,” the pleading returned. Dean looked about ready to beg you from his knees.
“I do not want revenge. I want justice. Congratulations, I don’t want to kill you any more than I want to kill anyone else at the moment. I want you to look at me and see what I am. I want you to know what you did. I want you to understand I screamed, and cried, and begged for each of you to save me. I want you to know that I held onto hope for so long,” the tears began to escape from your blackened eyes, “I thought you would come for me. I thought you cared! But you left me, never thought about me. You didn’t give any part of it a second thought. So this is punishment fit for the crime. I am a demon,” you looked at Dean, “I am not your friend,” you looked at Castiel, “I am not Y/n,” you looked at Sam, “and one day I rip this Kingdom from your grasp,” you looked at Crowley, and stepped back to view them all, “most importantly, none of this is personal. You left me behind, now I’m leaving you. You will forever recognize that you messed up and I will always be a reminder of your guilt. You are nothing to me, even if I am something to you.”
You began to walk off, reaching for the handle of the doors you had walked through earlier. You spared only one glance back before walking out, making one final blow, “goodbye boys.” After that, you simply disappeared.
—
“Your majesty,” the demon croaked out in fear.
“What?!” you snapped at your underling as you looked up from the scattered plans of hell and general paperwork. The demon shook under your gaze. It concerned you at times that your demons feared you so much. You were more of a force to be reckoned with than Crowley and he had been a demon for far longer than you had. The cruelty wasn’t what you wanted. You had hoped the damage done to your soul hadn’t changed you as much as it obviously did, but you supposed that was just your luck. “I apologize for my brashness, Anthony. I’m simply busy and stressed. Now tell me, what is the matter?” you looked at the demon before you with as much care as a demon can have for their personal assistant in a strictly platonic way.
“I’m afraid the Winchesters wish to see you. The short one is in the palace with his angel,” he told you still wary of your scrutiny.
“Here… in Hell?” you questioned. Anthony nodded, swallowing down his hesitance.
“They threatened to start killing your people if you refuse,” he said.
“Ahh, send them in then,” you told the demon, “make sure they know that if any harm comes to you I will be far less willing to even give them the time of day once they arrive.”
With another small nod, he walked off to collect Dean and Castiel. It had been a year since you had last seen any one of your old ex-friends. Hopefully, they would leave you alone if you showed little interest in their affairs.
As quickly as he left, Anthony seemed to return. Dean and Castiel were in tow, following behind the demon. You raised your brows at your loyal subject asking him if he was alright. As always Anthony kept it short with a brief nod before gesturing toward the door. You responded curtly back. Neither of you needed words to truly understand the other when it came to such dealings.
“You seem to be doing well down here,” Dean said, rocking on his feet, a telltale sign that he was uncertain and needed to calm his nerves somehow.
“Yes, I suppose us demons just have a knack when it comes to Hell,” Dean paled at the distance of your voice. It still destroyed him that this was you now. All he saw was your body, but it wasn’t you inside, not the you that had been like a younger sibling to him.
You asked Dean what he was doing here, but he did not respond.
“Dean,” Cas said.
“Yeah.”
“I asked what you wanted,” you said again, this time he was actually aware.
“Oh,” Dean was certainly out of it. Even Cas seemed to be affected by your voice. He tried to show it less, but Dean looked struck. If you had any empathy for them you would have felt bad. But you had none.
“Look,” you turned to actually face them, abandoning your work, “I’m not unreasonable, and I doubt this is a social call. I know that most of what you do tends to keep newer, larger, and more concerning players off the board. So what can I do for you so I can get back to my job and you can get back to yours?”
“We need help,” Dean replied.
“We need to find the angel tablet,” Castiel said. He seemed off somehow, even just slightly. He felt off too. It could have just been your new keen magic skills. You had recently been looking into seer magic and empaths.
“Oh,” you let out, leaning back into your throne, “Sorry, little above my level at the moment. I can get you a referral though. May I ask why you need this specific artifact?”
“So you’ve heard of it?” Dean pressed, stepping closer. Your eyes flitted black and he took a cautionary step back.
“I’m afraid I don’t let demon hunters and their angel friends too close, out of self-preservation. As for hearing of it, yes, I have. Let’s just say some information trickled down from Crowley’s kingdom.”
“Is this not all his Kingdom?” Castiel’s head cocked to the side.
“For the moment. It’s always healthy to have some respectable competition.”
“Who would this ‘referral’ be?” Dean used air quotes awaiting his likely disappointment.
“Ah,” you sighed, “I had a feeling you would ask that. Sadly, Crowley would likely know more than I would.”
“Crowley isn’t going to let us anywhere near him,” Dean argued.
“Well, that isn’t my problem. I’m not the one mucking around in other people’s business, now am I?”
“Y/n-” Cas started.
“It’s Belial or your majesty, angel,” you barked.
“I apologize, Belial,” Cas looked devastated. Fuck, what was that pang in your heart? Why did it hurt so much?
“He won’t talk to us. Not while he has the demon tablet,” Dean tried to present his case.
“Yes, and that has to be the one thing he is actually doing well at the moment, keeping it away from you, good for him. Now if that is all then respectfully, get out of my palace.”
“Thank you, Belial.”
“Cas we can’t just-”
“We can and we will, Dean,” the angel as always responded firmly and apathetically. Castiel placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder ready to fly out of your throne room.
“Castiel,” you said, your voice louder than it had been before that it echoed around the room.
The angel did nothing more than look at you expectantly. “Be careful, I don’t believe any of this is going to end well for you.”
“I will be fine,” he said.
“No, angel, I mean it. I have this feeling, watch out, please,” this was the closest you had ever been to who you used to be.
“Okay.”
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“You, you helped me, why? I- you said you wouldn’t,” Crowley fumbled as you freed him of his restraints.
“Trust me, it’s not personal. You’re just easier to overthrow than Lucifer. So, as many say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” The locks clicked, releasing the demon crouched beneath you. You dropped the chains to the floor and pointed back and forth between the two of you, “This little alliance will only last till Lucifer is back in his cage. After that, I will go back to ignoring your existence, other than me trying to take over Hell.”
“Well, I can’t say that isn’t logical. I suppose I’ll make do,” Crowley rubbed his wrists.
“There is no making due. Neither of us wants Lucifer in charge of anything. That would be bad for both of us.”
“Why is that so bad for you?” Crowley looked at you with curiosity in his eyes, “You want to ignore me forever. You wish the same for the Winchesters and Castiel. So why would joining Lucifer and letting him kill us to be so bad?”
“I-” your loss for words was concerning to Crowley when it came to this form of you. The demon you was hard to throw off their game.
“Well?” He egged you on.
“How could you ever think that I want you dead?” your voice was low, as was your gaze. You avoided looking at him. Keeping your voice steady was harder than you expected.
It was Crowley’s turn to be at a loss for words. From the start, he had thought you wanted revenge as much as you claimed you didn’t. You were a demon after all, and you thought he and the others had wronged you. He fully expected you to fantasize about each of their ends.
Finally, your eyes found his face. He never thought he would see them as broken and hurt. The glossiness of your tears was begging to spill over. “You scare me. But never, ever believe that I want you dead. I can’t trust you. I can’t be around you, because I am afraid. Because I know if I have to I’d do it all again. Seventy-five years of torture to make me hate all of you, and only three to make me care for you enough to screw myself again. Fear is an incredible tool for motivation. So yes, I’m afraid of what Lucifer will do to me, but I am just as afraid of what Lucifer will do to you.”
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“So you're the little demon ex-hunter Fergus is obsessed with?” the red-headed witch mewled.
“If you are asking rhetorically then you likely already know,” the answer was monotonous.
“I see why he likes you so much, this body of yours is most certainly a looker. You’re also far more mature and intelligent than the other demons.”
“Back off posh female Ron Weasley.”
“I’m afraid I don't know who that is.”
You rolled your eyes as she followed you like a dog seeking attention.
“Now, as I’m sure you’re aware, your son and I are not on speaking terms. Whatever he says to you about me does not pique my interest or concern,” you turned to walk away from the witch.
“What about the fact that there’s a human pregnant with Lucifer’s child,” her voice was smug, but her words made you stand straight. “I see that caught your attention, darling.”
“You have 10 minutes to tell me everything I need to know before I leave,” you growled at her, your black eyes attempting to bring fear into her soul.
“Well, that should be more than enough time. Once I finish with all the boring stuff, we can chat. My name's Rowena by the way. You should probably know that considering how much Fergus talks about you. With his enthusiasm I’ll one day be your mother-in-law.”
“I doubt it, considering,” you mocked her and gestured to your eyes. “Either way, as much as Crowley may talk about me, he most certainly talked about you.”
“All good things I hope,” she smiled at you. It was as if every gesture of hers and every action was manipulative by nature. You understood his hatred for her, she didn’t have a genuine bone in her body. You hoped for Crowley that would change, but at the same time, you wished she would finally let him go. He was far too caught up on the woman that never loved him the way she should have. But you would never tell him that, or anyone for the matter.
“Nope, even if there was any good to share, it would never have mattered, not based on everything else he told me about you.”
“Well,” she looked at you, for once appearing less devious, “I hope I can change that.”
“You can’t, and even if you technically could, it wouldn’t mean anything, because once more, I don’t care and I never will.”
———
Juliet nudged your leg. You were situated at the table in the bunker’s library. For the past year, you have riddled yourself with vigorous research and learning. You had been impressive before all of this, but with the extra reading and practice on spells, you were more powerful than you ever really imagined. You were more powerful than Sam, Dean, or Castiel ever expected you to become. It wasn’t necessarily healthy, but considering the track records of each of your respective companions, you were doing much better.
The gorgeous black-coated supernatural dog whined a little to fully grasp your attention away from the article you were reading titled, He-Wolf/She-Wolf: a Study of Werewolf Transgenderism. You had honestly been curious about the intersectionalities of the two, but after a couple of pages in the read became more of one for pleasure than one for research. As much as you found it interesting it didn’t aid you in any of your studies. Still, you thoroughly enjoyed it, even bringing it up in conversation with the Winchesters and Cas when they talked to you.
Placing down the paper you looked up at the adorable now one-year-old you had taken under your demonic metaphorical wing. Jack was the sweetest little antichrist you had ever seen.
“Hey kid, whatcha doing?”
He didn’t look happy, in fact, he looked unhappy and a little guilty. It made you sad to see him upset, after all, he was your one and only nephew, and you loved him dearly. He was the only reason you stayed around so much. The others you could care less about, but you’d damn yourself again for the boy before you. Juliet could sense his emotions as well, and ventured slowly over to the son of Lucifer. She gently brushed against the kid's leg. Without a thought, the boy petted the Hell Hound.
“Jack,” your voice was laced with concern, “is everything okay? Did something happen?” The boy looked away with sad eyes and the slightest pout, “come on kid it’s your birthday, you can’t wallow in your negative emotions with me around, not today.”
“Do you blame me?” he asked, looking back at you with tears in his eyes.
“Jack,” your voice broke as you stood up to embrace him, “of course, I don’t, whatever would I blame you for?”
Before you could reach him, he stepped back.
“Jack,” with every second you grew more worried.
“Because it’s my fault. Crowley would be alive if I had never been-“
“No,” you said firmly. But Jack only flinched. You didn’t waste time this go around, immediately engulfing him in a hug. “Don’t say that kid, don’t say that. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I could never blame you, and either way, it wasn’t your fault. It was Lucifer’s and mine and Sam’s and Dean’s and Cas’ and Crowley’s. We all knew what we were up against, but you kiddo, you couldn’t possibly be at fault for anything that happened that day. I just got a little unlucky alright, the best thing that ever happened to me occurred on the same day that one of the worst things that have ever happened to me did. I love you, Jack, I love you, and I can tell you without a doubt none of it was your fault, but most importantly, none of it was your responsibility.”
“I’m sorry,” he cried into your shoulder as he gripped you right.
“Shhh, shhh, you have nothing to be sorry for,” you patted his head softly.
“I just-I just know how hard today must be for you. I know how hard it is for Sam and Dean to look at me- I”
You pulled away, but only slightly. With precise movements you wiped the tears in his cheeks away, “It could never be hard for me to look at you, unless,” your voice cracked, “unless something happened to you, I- I love you, Jack. You're my nephew, you're the person I care about the most, okay? You could never make me truly mad or upset with you.”
Jack nodded the tears in his eyes finally slowing down, “I never wanted anyone to get hurt.”
“I know, Cas knows, Sam knows, Dean is getting there, and he should have already gotten there okay? Dean- Dean just- don’t let him get to you kid.”
“He has every right to-”
“He has no right,” you said clearly to Jack, “he has no right.”
“Thank you,” he sniffled.
“Always, kiddo.”
“I um- I found these,” he showed you the old photos of you and Crowley before you had become a demon. You carefully took them from his hands, avoiding looking at the photos of the two of you. It was a mystery as to how Jack found these, considering that you hid them away from prying eyes because you yourself refused to look at them.
———
“Get off my throne,” you growled at the witch.
“Ah,” Rowena smiled brightly, “Y/n, I’ve been waiting for you to show up. How have you been?”
“I was doing fine until I heard you're quite non-demonic arse was sitting on the freaking throne of Hell! You are not a demon, Rowena, what in the name of my goddamn sanity are you doing?”
“Just filling in the position. No one else took a grab at it,” her nonchalance was really starting to piss you off.
“Fuck off, Rowena,” the witch gasped shocked at you and your words.
“That is no way to speak to your, Queen, or a friend for the matter,” she held a hand to her chest.
“Get off the throne,” you spoke through gritted teeth, eyes blackened, and voice course.
“Darling-” Rowena had yet to move.
“Get off his Throne!” your voice amplified at your outburst. Dark magic encircled you, inky black coils, spreading out from your body. Tears escaped your eyes with the same fervor and enthusiasm as Lucifer escaping the cage.
Rowena wasted no time bounding from the throne and to you. You were so lost, so without focus.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, Darling. I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay, everything is going to be okay. Shush child, let it out, let it out,” she tried to soothe you. To your surprise, it somewhat worked. She had calmed your angered state, but you were still a sobbing mess on the floor. With careful and caring intent she gracefully brushed your hair with her fingers, humming sweet melodies.
It felt like hours, hours of Crowley’s mother combing your hair softly swaddling you and your grief. “It’s alright, Darling,” she cradled your face in her soft, deadly hands, brushing away stray tears that hadn’t been caught by the fabric of her skirt. “I suppose, well I suppose, Hell could always use another monarch, don’t you think? You would be a wonderful ally, you would make a wonderful leader.”
“Why couldn’t it be me? If I’d just- If I’d just told him that I, that I, that I lov-” your body broke down again, your throat aching for the sobbing to stop. Your eyes pleaded with you to stop mass-producing tears, but your heart couldn’t handle the hurt.
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Your heart was doing better at handling it now. You sat beside, Rowena. Two thrones, two leaders of Hell, one King, and one Queen. All demons respected you, followed you, and were loyal to you.
You were the only demon that resented you for sitting on that damned throne. But that was only half the time. When you felt this way, it was often that those you still had around distracted you from those thoughts or blatantly told you how wrong they were. Sam often joined the both of you in Hell, enjoying his time with you and Rowena. Jack seemed to become like Rowena’s grandchild. She constantly taught him new things you had to reteach him about because of her adverse teaching style. Somehow out of the two of you, it was the demon that had the better grasp on morals. Castiel typically stopped by to grab Jack from your palace or frequented your palace with Dean. As always the two were as close as ever.
Those two and Sam were practically Jack’s three dads. Dean had finally moved on from what had occurred between Jack and his mother. The idiot even apologized to Jack after all the shit he put the poor kid through. Like the bright little ball of sunshine he was, Jack forgave him instantly, despite you telling him that he didn’t have to accept the apology right away or at face value. Jack let your concerns roll off of him, telling you he knew Dean was being sincere.
It took you longer to forgive Dean. The hunter even tried apologizing to you. It left you a laughing mess because you couldn’t fathom what warranted his empty words. You had heard Dean say it himself, that he often apologized to Sam without even meaning it. With time and patience, you moved past his ignorance, realizing some of your own. It was often demons get bitter, your negative emotions heightened, and your positive ones lessened. One day when he and Castiel had come to pick up Jack you extended the olive branch necessary to replenish as much of your friendship as possible. Dean gladly accepted your offer, stating he would love to have your help on cases, whether it be research or the actual hunt. With a smile on your face, your gaze moved to the incredible Nephilim you had helped raise standing beside his chosen father. Your only last hope for all of them being that Dean finally confesses to Castiel as well.
The smile remained on your face for the rest of the day. Despite not needing sleep you were preparing to go to bed. The cell phone you had been gifted by the hunter brothers rang throughout your room just as you were moving aside your covers. Reaching over you received a nice greeting from Sam. It seemed Dean had told Sam what you had said earlier that day. Snapping your fingers, your cozy fleece pajamas were swapped for your preferred choice of royal attire. A quick swoosh and you appeared at the library in the Men of Letters base.
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You didn’t like this one bit. In fact, you dreaded this quite a lot.
#Crowley#supernatural#supernatural x reader#dean winchester#sam winchester#jack kline#rowena macleod#fergus macleod#crowley supernatural#crowley x you#Crowley spn#crowley x reader#crowley spn x reader#Crowley supernatural x reader#King of hell#demon reader#mini series (hopefully)#angstish#let me know if I missed something#Castiel#i forgot castiel#How the fuck do I forget Castiel#He is my favorite character#Only just barely above Crowley#But oh my dear lord#Seriously#tell me if i missed anything#because wow#obviously I need sleep
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I slept all alone. You still wouldn't go/ You still all over me like a wine-stained dress
Let's fast forward to 300 take-out coffees later/10 months sober...
You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor/ I can make all the tables turn
You search in every model's bed for something greater/ You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had
Was it over then? And is it over now? / Are we out of the woods?
Red blood, white snow/ remember when you think the brakes too soon?
Your new girl is my clone/ I've heard that you've been out and about with some other girl
Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?/ I said I've been there too a few times
Didn't you think I didn't see you? There were flashing lights/ Flashing lights and we took a wrong turn...
At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight/ I know places we can hide
Just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting but no/ 2AM, here we are. See your face, hear my voice in the dark. We're a crooked love in a straight line down.
"Come here," I whispered in your ear in your dreams as you passed out, baby/ Say you'll see again even if it's just in your wildest dreams.
I was hoping you'd be here/ I wish you would come back...
#let me know if i missed something#taylor swift#is it over now?#just lyric connections between other 1989 songs ofc
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I started writing this for Valentines Day, but my health and job got in the way of me finishing it. It's way too late to finish this. At least for htis year. So I’m posting what I did get done for my Steddie Valentine’s Day fic. The idea was supposed to be that Eddie is a secret romantic and wants someone to express it all to. And he's had a thing for Steve for years because I love the headcanon. They end up spending Valentines Day together and Eddie romances/woos Steve the way he deserves. Maybe next year I'll finish it. But for now, this is an unfinished fic that's just Eddie pining. And I thought of these two lines, which had to be written:
“Isn't it against the laws of metal to be romantic?” Steve asked with a teasing grin.
“I don’t think so. I think it’s metal as fuck to be emotionally vulnerable with someone you’re into and to treat them with the romance they deserve.”
So enjoy under the cut!
(Also I haven't written anything that wasn't academic in forever. Please be kind)
Eddie would never admit it out loud, but he secretly yearned to let out all of the romantic fantasies inside his head. He maintained his cynical appearance on the outside. It paired with the rest of this aesthetic and it kept him safe. But deep down, Eddie was a giant softie. He craved affection and love. He wore his heart on his sleeve and everyone close to him knew it. So when Steve Harrington came barreling into his life and then refused to leave, Eddie's secret romantic desires reached an all time high. How could they not when Steve was so kind and caring? He had a dorky sense of humor that made Eddie crack up even when the jokes were lame. He was smart in a way that differed from the genius teenagers they surrounded themselves with, and picked things apart in a way that fascinated Eddie. And of course, he was the most beautiful man Eddie had ever seen.
He remembered freshman Steve Harrington, with his church boy clothes and shy smile. He was too cute not to catch Eddie's eye. Steve continued to catch Eddie's eye even as he transformed into the king of Hawkins High. Even when his shy smile had become a confident smirk, Eddie thought Steve was cute. Then Steve's fall from grace happened. His hair started to grow out. He spent most the fall wearing sunglasses to hide the ugly bruises on his face. He started wearing sweaters that looked soft Eddie reached out to touch without even thinking. Luckily, one of the guys were usually there to smack his hand away when Eddie's impulse control failed him. Then summer came and Eddie thought he'd seen the last of Steve Harrington. He walked into Scoops only one time before the mall blew up. Seeing Steve in a tight, short sailor suit was too much for Eddie. Especially when Steve turned around and Eddie noticed how pink his lips were. And were those highlights in his hair? Robin told him once how beat up Steve was when Starcourt exploded, but Eddie thought he'd still think Steve was beautiful. He certainly did when Steve was caked in mud, smelled like a sewer, and was borderline bleeding out. He was sure he admitted something like that in his delirium as Steve and Nancy dragged his body out of the Upside Down. But no other phase of Steve Harrington compared to the current one.
Maybe it was because Eddie finally knew Steve and didn't just have to admire from afar. Maybe it was because Eddie finally knew what it felt like to have those beautifully expressive hazel eyes focus solely on him. He now knew firsthand how caring and soft Steve could be, even when he was in pain himself. He also delighted to see that the bitchy side of Steve still existed and could demolish a person with just a few words partnered with a glare. That and Steve's protectiveness was what kept Eddie safe the first few months he started appearing in public again. Unfortunately, it made Eddie's longtime crush develop into full on love. Which made him act like a total idiot and flirt non-stop. And no matter how smooth Eddie tried to be, he'd start tripping over his words the second Steve smiled or laughed. He'd lay awake at night and try to plan how he'd flirt with Steve. He'd eventually fall asleep to the thought of showering Steve with the affection pent up inside of him and domestic fantasies that felt so out of reach. Eddie was both a hopeless romantic and just hopeless in general, but he was determined. In the weeks leading up to Valentine's Day he'd walked up to Steve with all the confidence he could muster, flirt for a while, and then chicken out before asking him out. Afterwards, he'd wallow in his misery while Robin rolled her eyes while patting him on the back. She finally snapped a few days before Valentine's Day and declared herself his wingman because in her words, "It's honestly embarrassing at this point. This is for the greater good and my own sanity." Eddie was just happy for any help he could get.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#pining eddie#stranger things#unfinished fic#unfinished steddie fic#kind of pre-season 4 steddie#platonic Eddie/Robin#idk if they have a name or not#platonic Stobin#obviously bc they're ride or die til the end#I'm exhausted and cannot think of any other tags#let me know if I missed something
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Dialogue Box Borders in Act II
Something I didn’t really consciously notice the first time I played Inscryption are the different borders for the dialogue boxes in Act II.
But with recent replays I tried to pay more attention to what styles exist and when they are used.
Most obviously, there are four styles representing the “Death”, “Beast”, “Technology” and “Magick” archetypes.
These are used by the Scrybes, as well as their subordinates, and pretty much any game narration text boxes or the like that occur within their temples.
For example, if you open a chest in Leshy’s area, the text will have the “Beast” border. If you open a Magickal card pack, the text will have the “Magick” border, and so forth.
There's also a fifth style, a “Neutral” one you could say.
This one seems to be used for text that’s not specifically associated with one Archetype, for the most part.
Aside from these basic instances, I was also curious about ones that are more easy to gloss over, like one-time events, or the NPCs who aren’t subordinates.
So, I tried to seek out most situations where text pops up to make note of what border is used for whom and for which situation.
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When you choose which Scrybe to replace, the text describing the Scrybe will have their respective border, of course:
Not too surprising, but it does mean we get to have two different styles on screen at the same time here.
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Rebecha and the Mycologists each use the “Neutral” border:
It’s not too surprising in Rebecha’s case.
As for the Mycologists, this does suggest that they are not specifically associated with Leshy, despite him giving them a prominent role in his game.
Also just in case you’re wondering right now if this might just be because of their location not being in any of the temples - the Angler will still use the “Beast” border when he’s on that same screen as Rebecha:
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The Woodcarver also uses the “Beast” border, which would imply she really was a character specifically associated with Leshy:
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Here’s an interesting one.
The Trader uses the “Neutral” border in any location:
However, during the moment when you approach the Trader in Leshy’s cabin with a photo of the pelt on you, she will use the “Beast” border instead:
But only during this one scene before the battle with the Trapper.
Even when you talk to her the first time in Leshy’s cabin and she does mention pelts, she’s still using the “Neutral” border:
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Strangely enough, the Bone Lord uses the “Neutral” border when you talk to him in his casket, but he uses the “Death” border once he is fully revealed:
I’m not really sure why that is, there’s too many possibilities to say for certain.
Could’ve been an oversight in either direction, or something intentional for any reason.
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Also in case you were curious, the dummy uses the “Magick” border:
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This one I found neat - the text boxes that pop up when you pick up the Holo-keys use the “Technology” border:
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Clover leaf alliance neutral confirmed.
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Starvation will also be announced with a “Neutral” border:
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Also, interestingly, text boxes informing you that you can’t cover a card’s cost will also use the “Neutral” border:
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However, if a card performs an action that is explained via narration, those text boxes will use the border of that card’s Archetype:
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Also if you acquire a singular card outside of their Archetype’s temple or one of its card packs, the text box will still use their Archetype’s border:
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And that’s about all I could think of.
Like I said, all the regular subordinates use the same border as the Scrybe they serve, and any “you opened a chest” text or the like will use the border matching the temple you’re in, and so forth.
One more thing worth mentioning here is that the Archetypes’ rare cards all have borders that match those of their respective dialogue boxes, which is neat:
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#inscryption#inscryption spoilers#inscryption grimora#inscryption leshy#inscryption p03#inscryption magnificus#inscryption rebecha#inscryption mycologists#inscryption woodcarver#inscryption trader#inscryption bone lord#inscryption dummy#inscryption details#let me know if I missed something
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Not to be all like, “AND ANOTHER THING!” but the more I think about Corazon’s curse, the less it makes sense.
So the plan was: bring Hammerdale to the Curse Hole to undo the first curse and renew the curse on Hammerdale, Denise, and the animals so that they have immortality.
It was originally suggested that they could just use the coins, but that’s where we run into the first logic error. If it was the case that the coins carry the curse, then everyone who had one - Corazon and whoever he sold them to - would be cursed.
But the dialogue from the creature presents an issue with that idea. The creature says that they cursed the crew to be immortal as a consequence of Corazon stealing the coins and running away. It was also implied that Corazon’s curse is that he is being hunted by his crew mates, not that he is immortal like his crew.
So, if the dialogue is correct, how then could Hammerdale’s plan work? Wouldn’t he have needed to bring Denise and animal dna to the curse hole to all be cursed, and then have someone steal a coin from the treasure to trigger the creature’s curse?
So if that’s how the curse works, it couldn’t have been used to curse the animals. So it Corazon knew the plan wasn’t going to work logistically - why didn’t he just suggest they kill the hag on the island? The hag had been on the island for hundreds of years and posed a threat to the animals. They could have used her blood for the ritual in place of elf blood. Both are considered fey and have long lives. Plus it would have brought that moment full circle.
It also could have opened up the group to talking about immortality vs long life, nature and death, etc. which could lead to Corazon to the revelation that the time had come to end the curse because immortality is an unpleasant experience and he owes it to his former crew.
At the end, it just feels like the curse hole was shoe horned into the season.
#oxventure discourse#oxventure theories#Oxventure#spoilers#let me know if I missed something#because I feel like the pieces aren’t clicking for me
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Do you think that Kurosawa was trying to compensate for abandoning his son by giving him control of the entire Japanese underworld as a final gift? Or did he think Aizawa would fuck it up and gave it to him as a way to kill off the Yakuza for good?
oooooh what a juicy question!!!
first of all THANK YOU FOR ASKING SUCH AN INTERESTING QUESTION!!!! secondly, i am going to be fully transparent with you, while i do study aizawa as closely as i can given the material that i have, i haven't spent nearly as much time looking into kurosawa (because of aizawa writing him off the way that he did- which might have been a horrible call on my part) now thanks to this question- i think starting tonight, i'm going to change that!
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As I read your ask I was thinking for a moment "HOLY SHIT, DID I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL WRONG" until I remembered this line:
He didn't care about Aizawa nor did he care about recompense. He cared about his legacy.
Now, giving what I do believe about my understanding of Kurosawa, I don't personally believe that he passed his legacy onto Aizawa as a final fuck you to the yakuza. I genuinely think he wanted his name to live on through Aizawa- he wanted Aizawa's successes to in turn add to the Kurosawa name and of course, become a win for the Omi Alliance. I mean, the Omi swallowing up the Tojo Clan by way of an heir- his heir? That would be one for the yakuza history books, absolutely!
IIRC, it wasn't that Kurosawa wanted to get rid of the yakuza as a whole I think he wanted to deconstruct the foundation upon which the orgs in their many forms were built. A way that rewarded men like him for doing what he had to do to get to where he was. He wanted a underworld where only men who said fuck honor and loyalty, men who weren't afraid to get their hands dirty in the worst means possible to get to the top survived- no matter who they hurt in the process.
If I'm not mucking up my understanding Kurosawa and what he stood for in the end- he and Aizawa actually had ideals that sort of mirrored that of the other's. Aizawa hated the idea of connections getting men to the top. He believed that individual strength and power alone should be what determines a yakuza's worth- what determines a man's capacity to run a strong, well respected organization, challenging aging values head-on without scheming (to an extent).
I wonder if they discussed this and agreed that in a way they did see eye to eye on the idea that 'the yakuza way' was about ready for a facelift. Even so, Aizawa didn't respect that Kurosawa wanted to hand it to him to get there because despite being a nepotism baby himself (lol), it was the one thing that he couldn't stand most about the way that the yakuza was built- the one thing that he resented the Tojo Clan (and Daigo) for.
Now, lets consider your question as a theory for a moment: What if Kurosawa didn't care what Aizawa did in the end with the keys to both kingdoms. Let's consider that from the beginning that Kurosawa and Morinaga both believed that Aizawa was doomed to fail from the start. If Aizawa's to be believed (and here I do)- Morinaga didn't think that Aizawa had what it took to even take down Kiryu which is why he challenged him, right? And now, neither did Kurosawa- but then, if they lacked that much faith in him, what exactly would be the purpose of all the time and resources put in place to execute a plan that was intended to, what? Fail successfully? And why Aizawa, who was new to the yakuza as a whole- an absolutely nobody save for the fact that he was Kurosawa's illegitimate son? Was it because he was the least qualified and so his downfall would be inevitable? Was it to humiliate him and if so, for what reason? And wouldn't that tarnish the Kurosawa name- the famed Kurosawa Legacy? Ahhh this opens up soooo many more fun questions my leg's bouncing because I'm so excited trying to figure it out.
And here's one more thing that I want us to consider- to get to where he was we learned three crucial things about Kurosawa: He killed his aniki. He killed his patriarch. He ate shit. (I just wanted the add that last tidbit because what old man????) Anyway- again! If Aizawa is to be believed (and here I don't) let's consider the thought that Aizawa turned and killed Morinaga taking advantage of the chaos of Daigo going into hiding because he was suspicious that someone was coming for him-- What IF Aizawa was destined to follow his father's path?????????? What if Aizawa, an absolute nobody-- a bodyguard schemed against his aniki, the man he followed to get to where he was and fully intend to kill him and Daigo in order to then assume the position of chairman- just like his father?AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG!!!!
IT'S SO CRAZY! I SWEAR I ASK I ONE QUESTION ABOUT AIZAWA AND IT LEADS ME INTO A BILLION MORE!!
Anyway, what do yall think? What were Kurosawa's true intentions ?
#kurosawa tsubasa#aizawa masato#masato aizawa#yakuza 5 spoilers#let me know if i missed something#or got something wrong!#what a fun question omg!
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Guys Technoblade never dies. He'll live on forever in everyone's heart he's touched and he'll still continue to save lives with all his videos.
Our king is up there getting ready to fight god and win.
Rest easy Technoblade and we'll see you on the other side when it's our time.
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VIOLENCE TW (it’s implied but paints hell of a picture) & ABUSE TW
“IT’S HARD TO TRUST WHEN ALL YOU HAVE FROM THE PAST ARE REASONS NOT TO …”
Have you seen LIZZIE VELNIAS around Faerune? They’re a WITCH who REJECTS the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re ADVENTUROUS, CHEERFUL & LOYAL but can also be BATSHIT, AIRY & CALLOUS. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a GRAVE DIGGER.
LIZZIE AT A GLANCE
NAME: Elizabeth Corie Velnias
ALIASES: Lizzie - call her Elizabeth and she’ll set you on fire. Only her mom called her that and she hates the name with a passion. Pet names given to her by Scout: Honeybee, Love Bug, Baby Girl. From Geal: Little One.
AGE: 26 [Born March 23rd]
AFFILIATIONS: Nothing of note at the moment
OCCUPATION: Grave Digger at the Faerune Cemetery. With Geal stepping down to “take a break,” Lizzie has picked up a lot more responsibility at the cemetery.
GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Female, She/Her
SEXUALITY: Unknown. Demisexual??? (still a virgin)
QUIRKS: Emotionally stunted; Lizzie tends to act far younger than she really is. Hair is permanently colored pink by magic as it’s Lizzie’s favorite color. Her entire vibe is pastel goth/satanist. Her bed is completely covered in stuffed animals that Lizzie likes to be buried under when she goes to bed. Crippling claustrophobia thanks to her mother. She’s actually a very good skateboarder. One of her favorite pastimes is going out with Scout to skate. Lizzie likes to make a controllable flaming rabbit that she plays with; it reminds her of Mr. Rabbit and gives her a great deal of comfort. Before meeting Scout one of the ways Lizzie coped with stress and had fun was kidnapping people and torturing them in the woods. She still has the occasional aggressive urge and will stalk people because it’s funny and will kill every few months when she just can’t take it anymore. That’s what’s so great about being a grave digger, it’s so easy to dispose of bodies. But really, she’s trying not to kill so much anymore. She doesn’t want to make Scout and Geal sad. Besides her occasional lapses, Lizzie generally robs the bodies at the cemetery and will take various body parts to try using in dark magic. Or to just collect them in resin jars because she thinks they look cool.
MARKEKTABLE/TRADE SKILLS: Lizzie mostly pawns off shit she finds with bodies, but she’s also been working with Scout to try to make different potions that she can use for trading.
BIOGRAPHY
Lizzie was always different from the other kids. Maybe it was because there were rumors in town of her family being devil worshipers. The other children would always stare at her, whispering to one another. Sometimes they would throw rocks, calling her a demon. This was a god-fearing town afte rall.
Sometimes the rumors get it right. Her parents, especially Mother, cared more about their rituals, the underworld, more than anything else. More than their own daughter. And so, Lizzie was left to fend for herself, playing with her dolls quietly in her room. She always had to be quiet. Do as Mother wanted. If not, she had to stay the night in the cupboard, and Lizzie never liked that. It was dark, and scary, and full of spiders.
At nine years old things started to change. Lizzie heard voices vibrating through the walls, the strongest coming from the forest near her town. Late one night, she snuck out of her window and followed the quiet streets to the outskirts of town. Wandering through the trees, the little girl tensed as she heard a rustling in the bushes. A silent scream caught in her throat as something leapt out, only to transform into a relieved giggle at the long, fluffy ears. It was a cute lil bunny.
Kneeling down, Lizzie held out her hand for the animal to sniff. A soft smile graced her lips. As the rabbit moved closer, a voice, clear as day, seemed to emit from it. It was a little surprising, but the girl was so lonely that any companion was welcomed.
Now sitting, her and the rabbit, his name was apparently Jack, talked all through the night. It was only as the starting of dawn broke over the treetops that Lizzie remembered that she had snuck out and needed to get home before her parents noticed. Saying goodbye to her new friend, she ran home with the first smile on her face in a long, long time.
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The next night Lizzie went back to the forest to find Jack. She wandered for hours but to no avail. Disheartened, and wondering if she had dreamt him up, the girl returned home, curling under her blankets to cry.
As the tears began to wind down, a voice spoke up from within her room. Throwing the blanket off of her head, Lizzie quietly called out “Jack,” with utmost adoration. He was real. He really was her friend.
Every night for two weeks, Jack would appear in her room, and they would talk and play. Lizzie made sure to keep her voice down, so her parents wouldn’t come barging in. For the first time in her life, Lizzie felt heard. Felt loved.
They would talk about anything and everything. About how the town’s children treated her, about how her parents ignored her. Jack had an idea. She should make them pay. Teach them a lesson for being so mean. That was a great idea! Lizzie was willing to do anything Jack told her. He was her first friend and she loved him with all her heart.
Following his instructions, Lizzie gathered all the energy inside of her. Jack said she had a strong current of magic lying dormant in her blood, an untapped potential. With all her focus, the little girl set her bedroom curtains on fire. She grinned in glee; Jack was right. She really could do amazing things.
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The newspapers said it was a great disaster. Some loose electrical wiring had sparked a fire, and in the crisp autumn air the blaze spread. The little town didn’t stand a chance. It was too small to have their own fire station. No one survived, save for a little girl found wandering down the highway alone in her pajamas.
After that night, Lizzie could not find Jack no matter how hard she tried. She would sneak out of the orphanage she was stuck in and wander the forest all evening. She would cry, scream, beg, but still Jack never returned. She had lost her one and only friend, and she had no idea why.
Once she was old enough, the witch ran away, deciding to try life on her own. She would lie, steal, anything that meant she would survive. When things got rough, she had her fire to protect her. She kept away from others, not able to trust another human being.
Scout Williams was one of the few people Lizzie came to trust and love after a lifetime of loneliness. But when the two had a large fight, they went their separate ways much to the witch’s dismay. Eventually she wound up in Faerune on a whim, not realizing that she knew of the city because it was her familiar’s hometown.
Reuniting with Scout after a year was hard, but Lizzie couldn’t hold a grudge against the other. Scout was one of the few people that made her feel loved and wanted, and she didn’t want that to go away again.
AND WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU?
When Lizzie isn’t busy at the cemetery, helping Scout at her skate shop, or working on her magic, she spends a great deal of time at Duke’s. Other than that Lizzie’s still as much of a wild card as ever. She despises the new reign because she can’t stand being told what to do by people (with the exception of Geal).
#faeruneintro#bio#update for s2#tbh not a lot has changed for lizzie#abuse cw#abuse tw#abuse mention#violence tw#violence cw#bella's a goddess for the graphic#let me know if i missed something#ft. scout#ft. geal#ft. duke
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I've seen a couple of takes about Disco Elysium being copaganda going around recently, and beyond the fact that DE is relentlessly critical of the police force in general and makes explicit reference to the failures of the system that allow the officers in game to abuse their power, I also think it's important to note that there very literally is an in-world version of copaganda that the writers of the game use to parody that romanticised view of the brutality of policing. The RCM at their inception were structurally inspired by in-world copaganda- their culture, their "fashions, even weapon preferences, borrow heavily from classic Vespertine cop shows." Every investigation is it's own little drama, every officer imagining themselves to be the bad-ass hero of their own crime serial. Detectives name their cases like they're naming episodes of a TV series in a "robust but literary system"; a title that "draws inspiration from snoop fiction and Vespertine cop show staples". They give themselves nicknames to sound like cool, suave fictional officers- Ace, Dick Mullen, etc.- from the cool, suave world of copaganda.
The legend of the RCM's inception, the "point of contention" over its uncertain origins, is even an extention of that; the whole organisation is shrouded in this self-fictionalising mythos that allows for distance that in turn obfuscates much of its violence to the officers that participate in it. They get to convince themselves that they're not abusing their power; they're the hero of the story! The dichotomy of "good guy" taking out the "baddies," a manifestation of the libertarian fantasy of the "good guy with a gun" who does what it takes, just like in Annette's detective novels, and at the same time who rails against oversight bodies like Internal Affairs/'the rat squad' because due process slows down the immediate satisfaction of Swift Justice, despite Internal Affairs existing to protect the citizens from overreach on behalf of the police. "Wanton brutality" from police in their real world is a cold bitter reality but Dick Mullen was "made to crack skulls," "bend the rules and solve cases no one else can," and which version of that story is more comforting to the overworked, underfunded officers of the RCM?
The level of fantasy and detachment required for the cops to still see themselves as the good guys after everything that they do in the line of duty mimics The Pigs and her breakdown too; she parallels Harry so clearly. Both "did right by the kids" in the past, hoping for a better future- Marianne (The Pigs) by looking out for Titus and the Hardy boys when they were young, Harry in his role as a gym teacher. Both abandoned and left behind by the system that the RCM uphold- a brutal capitalist landscape with no safety nets. Both turning the source of their trauma into a costume, a performance, a shield, shaped by "radio waves and cop shows." The Pigs uses RCM items scavenged from the Esperance where they'd been thrown away, while Harry uses the Dick Mullen hat that Annette gives him but both are essentially in costume.
Harry identifies himself with the fictional detective as a kind of wish fulfilment; Dick Mullen is "wicked smart." He doesn't fuck up his cases and when he's sad it's not pathetic; it's effortlessly cool brooding and everyone sympathises. Everyone loves him. His violence- "skull crack[ing]"- is justified because he's a "good guy" enacting that violence against the victims of police brutality sorry "bad guys". He doesn't ever face repercussions; "Dick Mullen won't be sent to the clink for the sake of some legal niceties!" So if Harry is Dick Mullen then his failures, his breakdown, they're all just a part of being a "bad-ass, on-the-edge disco cop." He's not wrong, he's a hero! This idealised fictionalised idea of the police force, this "new, sadly better, reality" that both Harry and The Pigs cling to is "escapist stuff," "receed[ing] into a ludicrous fantasy world," so far removed from the brutal material reality that they're in.
My point is, idk. Disco Elysium is so far from being copaganda. It is a multi-million word long dissection of it, of the purpose of policing, of state sanctioned violence and its interaction with capital and the fallout experienced within the wider community as well as the trauma cycle created for individual officers. A dissection of how copaganda interacts with RCM culture and perception, and by extension how we interact with irl perceptions of police through that lens.
#ouaghhhhhhh disclaimer; i am bad with words and im not sure that i've properly expressed what i'm trying to say but this is getting so long#the cops are not meant to be the good guys#if you think i've missed something here pls let me know!!#disco elysium#harry du bois#DE rambling#marianne leplante#the pigs#actually just one last note- this isnt in response to any one particular thing ive seen but a few different posts comments and articles
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Cute nicknames for your partner (by Dr. Ratio)
damn gambler,
our man here,
clamorous little person,
competent conversationalist,
a system of chaos devoid of logic,
dear gambler (that one is for special occasions, like preparing to betray him, but it's not for real, or is it? no it's not shut up! to allow him to regain his supernatural power so that he could provoke a mysterious lady into killing him)
#honkai star rail#my stuff#dr ratio#aventurine#raturine#ratiorine#aventio#please let me know if I missed something
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