#LIZZY -> 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 verse . 《 s4 canon 》

[chaos--mode]

@miercolaes continued from here. ♡ — lizzy munson, rebel with a cause.

lizzy knows that even just talking about it is dangerous; what happened. they were all sworn to secrecy. not that she really cares what the sunglass-sporting government baddies say, it's more that she worries what might happen to the others if she blabs.

she watches wednesday carve gibberish into the worn wood of the table between them, then stab the knife into the wood. alarmingly deep, which is sort of cool, if you ask lizzy.

chestnut eyes flick up to wednesday's unnerving, wide-eyed stare when she speaks. they usually don't take well to threats, but wednesday doesn't scare lizzy. mostly because they know that she is actually dangerous. anger recognizes anger, and lizzy's sees something of a kindred spirit in the unhinged goth woman. aesthetics aside, obviously.

so instead of cowering or bowing to it, lizzy gives a cheshire grin and leans across the table. ❝ aw, you say just the sweetest things, wednesday. ❞ they reach out to grip the knife's handle, intend to pry it out of the table but it's in there good. they settle on just lightly wiggling it back and forth. ❝ wanna make it a date? ❞

[chaos--mode]

lizzy's grin is sharp and crooked, their eyes narrowed all conspiratorially. part of them knows that they're heading in to bitchy gossip territory. but, hey ; that's lizzy's favourite kind.

she snorts at mike's little defense of lucas. she doesn't disagree. like, lucas is a good kid, and she'd never lump him in with the likes of jason and his lackeys. not even jokingly. besides, there are other ways she can needle mike.

❝ puttin' a lot on lucas' shoulders there, kid, ❞ they snide, brow quirking up in a saccharine, mildly condescending expression. ❝ not sure sinclair's up to such a monumental task. ❞

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ♥︎ . *. ⋆ ❝ RIGHT, IT'S LIKE THE ONLY THING they have space for in their brains other than sports is food. ❞ which again, isn't entirely bad; people need food to survive. and mike, despite his sometimes monstrous appetite ( thanks puberty ) still couldn't hold a CANDLE to any of the footballers at a pizza party.

❝ lucas is still a nerd, though. it's not impossible to be both at the same time. but total jocks? they scare me. all they think with are their muscles. ❞ he wasn't just saying this because he loved his friend; generally speaking, the guy was simply very INTELLIGENT and from time to time allowed his more 'nerdy' experiences from childhood to dictate his decision-making. ❝ they need someone like him to keep them straightened out. ❞

[chaos--mode]

@cannib4l asked: are you seeing this ?? (judith to lizzy)

lizzy's smile is wide and wild, all teeth and mirth and mischief. they hold their hand out to judith as they stand, a little stumble in their step as bubbling energy and excitement threatens to overwhelm them.

"i know," she says, cackles, and rocks back on her feet before judith even has a chance to grab her still-outstretched hand. "isn't it fucking awesome?"

[chaos--mode]

@havvkinsqueen embraced the chaos : ”i want to make this work between us.”

it's not that lizzy doesn't like chrissy. they like her fine. plenty. but like, well... that's sort of the problem, isn't it?

"and how do you expect to do that, huh? want me to be like you? get a couple pompoms, dance around in my undies?" she's being mean. unfair. she knows it. still pouts and pushes herself forward, skips around chrissy in a clumsy, uncoordinated mockery of a cheer, voice pitched up; "rah rah rah, go team!"

and see, the thing is that lizzy has never - not once in their whole goddamn life - known how to deal with like, emotions. vulnerability. feelings. it's easier to just be an asshole, they figure.

Prompts for the Grumpy vs Sunshine trope. ( always accepting! )

[chaos--mode]

@untilthcyrot embraced the chaos : [text] You better not be standing catatonic in your room again. ( winnie for lizzy )

[ text: ✨win✨] fckn excuse YOU [ text: ✨win✨] i doNOT stand in my room catatonic [ text: ✨win✨] i lie down in my room catatonic &stare at the ceiling tyvm

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@irrcdeemable continued from here.

there are some people in hawkins that lizzy just, does not fuck with. not 'cause she's scared of them - fuck that. she's not scared of anyone, thank you very much (and take your bullshit someone else while you're at it). it's just that some people are, like.

well, they're just not worth lizzy's time.

billy hargrove, in their mind, is that special brand of asshole that somehow managed to stay just far enough away from lizzy and the people they care about that he never really got on their radar. maybe it's that he's lucky. maybe it's that lizzy is lucky.

everyone's luck has to run out sometime though, right?

she figures that's why they're at this... standstill. face-off? whatever the fuck you wanna call it, lizzy is so not in the mood.

"awe, that's cute. you think i give enough of a shit about you to want to get under your skin." lizzy laughs, bright and clear and dripping with condescension. then they grin, a touch past manic so it's more just baring their teeth than anything. "i'm only wasting my time on you right now 'cause you're in my way, hargrove. so move."

[chaos--mode]

@cannib4l asked: [text]: Hey, so you know how you told me no dog? *sends pic* I don’t do well with no’s (judith to lizzy)

[ text: judy♡ ] ohmyfuckingod [ text: judy♡ ] that is [ text: judy♡ ] the cutest fucking dog [ text: judy♡ ] i have ever seen [ text: judy♡ ] what's their name??? [ text: judy♡ ] omg you should come over like right now. ilove them

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@sophiaharrington embraced the chaos : "you're making this harder than it needs to be." (for Lizzy)

isn't that just like, their default?

lizzy crosses her arms, totally not pouting ( she's definitely pouting ) . she chews on the inside of her cheek and huffs, scrunching her nose up in frustration.

❝ who says i'm not making this exactly as hard as it should be? ❞

LILO AND STITCH (2002) PROMPTS. ( always accepting! )

[chaos--mode]

saccharine smile stretched across lizzy's face, head tilted as they laughed. a little at winnie, maybe, but not like that. good natured. like, it was cute, right? nothing wrong with that. it was sorta endearing.

"who says you have to do anything with yourself? just enjoy it." she bumped her shoulder into winnie's as she spoke, friendly, like all camaraderie and casual touches. easy for lizzy, sure, but maybe she was still teasing a bit. "like, the best part of being a pretty girl is when people dote on you, isn't it?"

not that lizzy would know, really, and they know enough to know that winnie sort of tends to fall into the same category they do. cause like, they might be pretty enough, at least as far as lizzy figures, but they're both outsiders, outcasts. weird, othered, just maybe in different ways.

which like, all-in full-truth honesty? lizzy preferred it like that anyway.

Winnie giggled nervously because that's all she really felt - nervous. ❝ I don't know. I've never had two people pining for me at the same time so I guess I wouldn't know what to do with myself. ❞

At school she was a bit of an outcast, an outsider, not many people paying attention to her. Just like the beings on the other side of the veil that only she was bale to technically see, it was like she was invisible. Sometimes she didn't mind it, preferring to keep to herself. Other times it was a lonely existence. Her point being that she wasn't the kind of girl other people pined after; not until bumping into Eddie in the hallway anyway.

[chaos--mode]

@freakarus embraced the chaos : [ DRIVE ] — sender begins to drive very fast with receiver in the car with them (lizzy)

lizzy should've known, really. like, this isn't anything new. eddie's a terrible fucking driver.

"jesus fuck, eds, you're such a fuckin' showoff!" and, okay, yeah, sure, maybe shoving at his shoulder while he's speeding down the first stretch of straight road they've seen in miles is a bad idea, but like. shut the fuck up, thanks. "i wanna make it to new york in one fuckin' piece, dickhead."

and like, in truth, lizzy's maybe more anxious about the getting to new york than eddie's shit driving. 'cause, you know, used to it. but new york is all new, and they're gonna be all alone. the goodbye with wayne back in hawkins was bad enough. so maybe they're a little anxious about doing it again, with eddie, when he leaves tomorrow.

prompts for muses who are Little Shits™ ( always accepting! )

[chaos--mode]

@freakarus asked: [text] Can't we talk about this face to face? (for lizzy)

[ text: batboy ] HA right [ text: batboy ] you just want me to come home so that wayne can talk me out of it [ text: batboy ] i'm getting the tattoo idc if u think it's dumb [ text: batboy ] 🖕🖕🖕

[chaos--mode]

@untilthcyrot continued from here.

the laugh that bursts from lizzy's throat is loud and unexpected. maybe even a little hysterical. they can still feel their heart hammering in their chest, blood rushing through their ears so loud it drowns out all ambient noise. their eyes are a little too wide, breath a little too shallow, hand a little too shaky as they lift it to push some hair from their face.

"yeah," she says, trying to school her frantic smile at winnie into something more... normal (it doesn't work). "yeah, obviously."

she can tell that her smile just gets more uneven the more she tries to fix it. god, why does shit like this always happen to her?

[chaos--mode]

the laugh that bursts out of lizzy's throat is sudden and maybe a little loud for how close the two are lying. but this is fun, and judith's response is so on-brand, even if it isn't to their tastes.

"of course you'd like slashers," she teases, chewing on the last nub of her red vine. "you have, like, the worst taste ever."

she squeals and sits up so fast the comic goes flying onto the pillows, completely forgotten at judith's suggestion. lizzy's already cycling through a list of go-to movies, new releases, things she's been meaning to rent but hasn't gotten around to yet... all the possibilities.

"oh my god, yes, absolutely! i can drive us, we can get more snacks. wanna make a night of it?"

judith is still chewing on her red rope, eating it slow as she's more interested in reading the comic than eating candy. truthfully, she's having more fun hanging out with izzy, happy that she had decided to bring over their homework.

" i love slashers ! the more bloody, the better. " judith wouldn't never make them watch a movie like that, she was certain there were other options they could both enjoy. " should we go rent a movie ? not a slasher of course. " she giggled, sitting up on their bed, glancing down at lizzy.

[chaos--mode]

@freakarus asked: “people are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow. too soon?” x

it's been a tense couple weeks since the upside down cracked hawkins down the middle and spilled out into the "real" world. everyone has been walking on eggshells, mostly keeping to themselves as they all try to keep their heads above water in this weird new reality they've found themselves in. silence has reigned over everyone and everything, rooms often so still you could hear a pin drop.

lizzy has hated every single moment of it. but then, just like always, there's eddie. eddie and his stupid, stupid jokes.

she laughs at his comment, so hard she almost snorts, lifting a hand to cover her mouth as she tries to breathe like a normal human being. she feels lighter than she has in weeks.

"jesus christ, sorry," they manage between gasping breaths. "you're a fucking moron, you know that?"

[chaos--mode]

@sophiaharrington asked: “i actually started believing after the world ended.” x

lizzy sighs, feet kicking over the stone drop of the quarry. climbing up here in the middle of a bonafide apocalypse was definitely not the brightest idea they'd ever had, sure, but it's got one hell of a view. and it seemed like sophia needed to get away from the chaos of it all. they did too, if they're being completely honest.

"yeah," she says after a few quiet, drawn out moments. "i think i know what you mean."

she turns to look at sophia then. her fingers scrape over mossy rock and hard-packed dirt. lizzy isn't sure if she believes, not really, but she can see why someone might.

and she sort of wishes that she did, anyway.

[chaos--mode]

@bahrbae continued from here

it's cold as shit in hawkins.

lizzy shivers and shoves their hand in their pockets, stubbornly un-gloved despite the chill in the air. it's pretty out, at least, with the sparkling white snow and even more sparkly lights and decorations.

she notices barbie from nearly two blocks away. she isn't hard to spot for lizzy, her holiday cheer like a glow on the winterized hawkins thoroughfare.

they're about to call out to barbie, but stop themselves. where's the fun is just saying 'hi'? no, instead they scoop up a handful of snow and pack it into a lopsided ball as they jog close enough to hit their target.

barbie yells when the snowball hits her, and lizzy lets out a loud, hearty laugh. she dances back and forth on the street as barbie turns and readies her counterattack.

"aw, you know me, barbie," lizzy calls back, crouching down to get into a more agile stance. "i never back down from a fight!" she's grinning like a wild thing, already full of energy and excitement.