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

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@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? ❞

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@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?"

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@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."

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@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! )

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@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! )

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@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 ] 🖕🖕🖕

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@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]

@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.

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@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.

[chaos--mode]

@bahrbae asked: barbie has arrived to your inbox, lizzy. and guess what? she brought a gift. underneath the red wrapping was an olympus om2 camera. barbie rationalized it'd be of use, since she was basically dragging lizzy around town to see the christmas lights. with this gift, lizzy would be able to immortalize any moment she wishes. ❛❛ i think you should open it. and by the way, we gotta try the hot cocoa. i heard so many great things about it! this little thing isn't the only little treat you get. ❜❜

lizzy tries to figure out how to be normal as she stares down at the pretty red paper and tucks some of her hair behind her ear. barbie's smiling when she looks up, though, practically glowing, and she can't help but smile back. so she takes a breath and starts carefully ripping the gift open.

"i'm so down for hot cocoa. it's really good, you'll love it i'm sure! you don't have to get anything else for me though, really, this is more than–"

they aren't sure what they expected. definitely not a camera. a nice one, too, if they're not mistaken.

"oh my god, barbie, this is– you didn't have to–" she stutters over her words for a second, grateful and maybe just a bit overwhelmed. "i don't know what to say. thank you."

she's careful as she pulls it out, taking a moment to figure out how to work it before she holds it up and points it at barbie.

"say cocoa!"

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@freakarus continued from here

the holidays have always been somewhat of a contentious topic in the munson household. eddie has his reasons for hating christmas. lizzy never really felt all that strongly either way, it was sort of just something that people did once a year as she watched on, not bitter but not exactly cheerful either. but then there was uncle wayne, and suddenly she had a reason to care.

eddie still hates it, though. so lizzy tries to make it suck less. in ways he'll understand.

the trailer is decorated in shiny lights and pretty colours, knick knacks that uncle wayne's collected over the years and crafts lizzy made over past holiday seasons. the main room looks like santa's elves had a wild rager and couldn't hold their liquor. eddie's been holed up in their shared room (the only non-holiday-ified space in the whole trailer) all night.

which is bullshit, really, no matter his aversion to the holiday.

so lizzy dumps half a bottle of rum into the eggnog her and uncle wayne made while he's in the bathroom and slinks into their room. he ignores her at first (asshole), but whips his attention to her at the mention of booze.

"no, i put moonshine in the eggnog."

they roll their eyes and cross their arms, leaning against the doorframe. the christmas massacre glows softly from the hallway behind them.

"yes, dickhead, with rum. now stop being such a fucking scrooge and come get drunk with me and uncle wayne."

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@sophiaharrington asked: "If I got it wrong, don't tell me. If I got it right, of course I did." x

lizzy almost spits out her coffee (if you could even call half a cappuccino topped off with hot chocolate mix and heavy cream a coffee), barely managing to avoid it and choking for a second instead. they bark out a laugh and beam at sophia as they sweep their hand to the side.

"well, in that case," she says, miming a lock at the corner of her mouth and then tossing the invisble key over her shoulder.

she leans in after a second to whisper, "you were real close though."