#Lizzie Chatter

[commandertollwife]

AH yes my fav games, PBG and GW2

[lizziebylife]

Werewolves Werewolves Werewolves 👏👏🐺 I'm so excited to finally take part!

[chipistrate]

I hate this image so much I hate it a lot it haunts me any time I try and look for Elizabeth or Gregory references this image sucks it's SUCH blatant mischaracterization of both of these characters it drives me so insane every time I see it and the worst part is that I don't think it's satire.

[aldoodles]

He’s pointing at gregor’s swordsmanship

[lizziebylife]

why is this the same image TT_TT xD

I was taking photos of the work room to try and get a quote from the decorators and didn't notice Cream was in the photo til we sent it. Cream what are you doing???

But also she loves sitting in her gay baby jail:

[lizzieraindrops]

idk if I've sent this before, but I just want to say there have been multiple moments playing through Lightfall & Defiance with my boyfriend where I've just say "Destiny is a story about shapes and grief" because HOLY SHIT IT'S SO TRUE.

DESTINY IS A STORY ABOUT SHAPES AND GRIEF!!

thank you anon, i'm delighted to hear it.

literally though. this is my thesis statement on destiny. it's literally All about grief told through a metaphor of shapes. dig deep enough into any storyline and you'll find that it's about the shape someone's grief takes - the shape of grief, if you will.

literally every character is experiencing a kind of grief, and their stories are about how it shapes them and what shapes they let it take.

sometimes those shapes are horrific - see Eramis, the Hive Gods, making choices that increase the suffering in the universe. other times the resulting shapes are kinder, choices made out of grief to alleviate that same suffering in others - see Zavala, Eris, Caiatl, Misraaks. some struggle to move through their grief, resisting letting it take form at all - see Ikora, Nimbus, Osiris - though Osiris is working on it, nowadays. some are destroyed by their grief, like Uldren. some struggle to balance the pain and grief of the past with the potential pain and grief of the future, like Elsie and Mara.

i really like the way destiny's overarching narrative frames your choice of how to respond to your grief as the most important thing. anyone can have terrible things happen to them, and we inevitably do. but the action you choose to take in response, whether or not it accomplishes what you hope, is the only thing we truly have control over. therefore it is the most powerful way you can shape the world. maybe it's corny, but i think that's deeply inspiring. nothing wrong with a good bit of corn if you mean it. and destiny most certainly, earnestly does and i respect that so much lmao

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

WOW

That was a wild session xd

I've only seen Martyn's point of view so far so I don't know details for Certain Things but wow.

The entire session felt a bit off from the beginning (not in a bad way but kind of suspicious lol), but I was wondering if it was just because Martyn was alone and we were mourning the first deaths. But then it all made sense xd.

Zombie apocalypse was NOT the genre I expected Secret Life to be but I am LIVING FOR IT

All of the life series kinda is but this was for real, and I am so excited to watch Grian's point of view (or Cleo and Etho's, but I've watched Grian a few times already this season lol). Also Gem's point of view (since I'm pretty sure she started it xD).

Anyway, amazing session, rip Heart Foundation xd, no greens left on the server o.o

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

Everyone place bets now on who we think #cecilsweep is going to kill. I'm crossing my fingers for Musk

[commandertollwife]

Please look at my Eternal Youth Snapper, Bulbasaur!

I love them.

[lizziebylife]

Morning! It's been a hectic week for me, summer is always very busy with family and other things! I have lots of art fight pieces to post and some updates on merch 👀 hoping to start getting things up in the next couple of weeks! So stay tuned all!

[mezalean-mezzatinta]

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[chicorysaints]

also, i've run into like every single person i know today

[last-red-life]

LIZZIE FIRST OUT NOOO

[aldoodles]

Here's a toughy if your into some angst esque moments. You capture facial expressions so well.

Grace, sitting at the table, waiting for her kids to come home at the end of Book 1.

If I was her I wouldn’t’ve been able to function let alone keep going to work

[kadwrites]

deja vu | T.S

previous part | next part

or check out the series masterlist

summary; how well do we really know the people we love?

warnings ; dark!tommy, minor character death, description of violence , mentions of murder, arranged marriage!trope , slow burn, fem!reader

a/n ; please let me know what you think!

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you tilted your head and frowned , you're both standing at the garrison.

"tommy..." you mumbled in protest

"i know" he nodded "it'll be very short."

you clicked your tongue and then huffed "if you take longer than ..... 30 minutes i'm leaving."

"ya won't."

"get out of my sight." you muttered , taking a sip of your drink.

you sighed, looking over at the place. it was fairly busy, but not stuffy. sounds of chatter and men laughing echoing around, the lighting is dim. you made your way to the booth you were in, sitting down , eyeing your drink.

"when i heard tommy was marrying again, i would've never thought it's celest's little sister that he's trapped."

you recognized the voice before even processing the words, you look up, your brows raised and smiling in disbelief "lizzie?"

she's standing there, looking over at you. her blue eyes studying every inch of your face, a face she hadn't seen in a long time. and you hadn't expected to see her here , of all places.

"what are ya doing?" she speaks softly. you know the tone, you get the meaning; what are you doing with someone like him ?

you stand up, your gaze never leaves her , still smiling. "lizzie... i've not seen ya in so long..."

since she got involved with tommy , that is. lizzie and celest knew each-other , went to school together. lizzie would sometimes stay over , whenever your mother felt she wouldn't be safe otherwise. until the war.

she chuckles, "ya 'ave your mother to thank for that."

you chuckled too, still looking at her. "how did ya know about it?"

she gives you a look, her dark brow raised "everyone knows. i just didn't know it would be someone like *you*"

you lick your lips, "lizzie i know ya two share.... a history"

she scoffs , a bitter smile on her lips "i don't resent ya for this, i wouldn't." she shakes her head "i 'ave given up on 'im... a long time ago." her eyes look away for a moment before landing on you "whatever ya think of 'im, whatever ya believe he is , he's not." she speaks with conviction.

you don't reply to that, you're just trying to know what she means by it.

"thomas shelby doesn't know love like we do, what he knows is ownership." she chuckles bitterly, "learned what that meant the hard way. but ya shouldn't go through what i did." she shakes her head softly

"i don't understand...."

she stays silent for a moment "consider this a warning from a friend, this man , *will ruin you* , and when that 'appens ya will not recognize who you've become but he.... he will remain the same, unchanged not matter how hard ya try. he will always be what he always was, no love in the world can heal whatever is broken in 'im."

"ya don't understand, lizzie." you speak finally, "this isn't simple, for either of us. i can't leave"

"ya can't or ya won't?"

"i..." you pause for a moment, letting out a chuckle "i can't."

she studies your face , nodding "what does celest think? what does oliver think?"

"they're not thrilled."

"i know 'im more than most." she adds "and if i

knew what i do now when i first met 'im....." she looks away "i came here because i knew you'd be here and to tell ya that ya can come to me... if ya ever need help."

she places a hand on your arm, looking at you one more time before turning and making her way out of the garrison.

"she was always a nice girl" your mother sighed, taking a bite of her food

you and celest look at eachother before looking back at her,

celest knew why lizzie talked to you , and so did the rest of your family

"where's abraham?" you nod towards anna

she shrugged , "he had to do something before coming here"

"ya knew who i dreamt of?" your father pointed his fork at you "that teller boy, jeremy was it?. it was the strangest thing , i tell ya"

all the women at the table tried to stay neutral, keep their reactions to a minimum, you try to hide your uncomfortable reaction behind your glass of water "it is strange"

the whole table looks towards the front door, the sound of the door slamming open and not slamming back closed, and the heavy rushed footsteps

"i need to talk to ya," he appears in the living room doorway. he puts his hands on his hips, breathing heavily as if he ran to the house. he's disheveled, he pushed his glasses back on his nose with a shaky hand

"jeremy teller is dead." he speaks in a hushed voice, looking around to check that no one is listening, both of you standing in your parents bedroom. he didn't want anyone to hear , especially not renee or she might just give birth on the spot.

"what? no he's not." you laugh, looking at him. waiting for him to finish his joke

he looks at you, wiping a hand over his face. he looks at you "he's fucking dead."

your laugh falters slowly as you look at him, your face twitching with different emotions "how ? when? how do you know about it?"

"i heard. they found 'im murdered," he tries to not speaks too loudly "his throat was slit"

you can feel your blood go cold "do they know who killed 'im?"

he tilts his head, his hands still shaking as they rest on his hips. "ya know who killed 'im."

"no....no." you shake your head, laughing again in disbelief "no no no, no" you look away and step back, putting a hand over your forehead "that's impossible."

"listen to me" he grabs your shoulders, turning you to look at him "he did it, all of small heath knows he did and ya do too."

"no , he wouldn't." you shake your head again, your heart beating so fast you can hear it. "why would he do that? he wouldn't ."

he moves you gently, sitting you down on the chair in your parents room. he kneels , his hands move to your face "what do ya wanna do now ?"

the room feels so stuffy, you can hardly breath.

"i don't know." your chest feels like it might collapse. you try to stand up, but you can barely feel your legs, you try to blink away the darkness that takes over your vision.

but you knew it was coming, the darkness does take over.

here you are again, staring at that portrait that hangs opposite of your bed. you're filled with dread , fear and even anger , your eyes trace the portrait that you've already memorized.

your head on the pillow, your sister sniffling is another reminder, like a deja vu of that cursed night.

but you can see someone else in your peripheral vision sitting in the chair , those cold blue eyes cannot be missed. its as if his presence filled the room with a cold sort of air.

you try to get up,

"lay down"

"i don't want to." you mumble, letting out a breath as you lean your back against your bed frame. your eyes still on the painting, you don't even glance his way.

"feeling better?" his voice sounds colder than you ever remember it being. the smell of the cigarette smoke making you close your eyes shut, making your head spin. you reach for the glass of water on your bedside table, your hands quiver as you bring it to your lips

"yes" you put the glass back down

"ya look pale"

"hmm"

you can't shake that feeling, you're scared of looking at him and seeing the same view you did that day, the blood on his hands.

"ya killed 'im." you're almost muttering to yourself,

he doesn't answer you, and you don't ask again. you finally peel your eyes off of the old painting, glancing at him. the look on his face gave you the answer that you already knew.

he looks so calm , so collected , almost wicked. "are ya scared now?"

and it was your turn to not answer his question, but your eyes never leave his.

"did ya do it yourself?"

"yes" he looks right back at you "you're already aware of what i can do"

you just shut your eyes, your hands shake as they grip into the covers

"forgetting it is your fault, not mine." his voice sounds again

you don't even remember the rest of that day, his words were replying in your head.

you snap out of that trance a day later, you're in the living room on the chair by the window. you look straight at the window as your mind tries to make sense of everything, and then a figure down the street catches your eyes and you feel a switch go off in your head.

i have eyes around here.

and you realize , probably ears too.

your clothes swish as you run out of the living room towards your parents' room, your mother running behind you. the old wooden floor cried under your rushed footsteps

"what happened?"

you don't even hear her, you don't process what she's saying. you pull out the box from under their bed, you rummage through it , pulling out your dad's revolver.

the cold metal of the gun feels like it's burning through your flesh

"what the fuck are ya doing? where did ya get that?" oliver yells , his eyes opened wide as tries to run after you too.

the whole house freezes, all of them just still as if the slightest movement would set that gun off

you push that door open , it slams against the wall beside it. your feel take you towards the man standing in the street , a figure you've seen lurking around too many times to chalk it up to coincidences

you cock back the hammer, your hands are steady for the first time since yesterday.

"ya tell tommy fucking shelby that if he doesn't get ya fuckers away from me , i'll start shooting."

you move the revolver and point it to the pavement , missing his foot by a hair.

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[lizzieraindrops]

hi send me your eris/ikora ficlet prompts!

i haven't taken fic prompts in a long time, but the seasonal story moves too fast for me to fully write and edit a full fic about it that i'm content with. and i Need to write some erikora immediately.

send me any non-expl!cit prompts (i'm too ace for that lol) and if i like it, i'll write it! you may get anything from a ficlet of a few hundred words to a few thousand depending on how much it tickles my brain.

i specialize in hurt/comfort and angst/fluff, but i'm open to anything. my fave eris headcanons are ace, autistic, and demiromantic; fave headcanons for ikora are trans, adhd, and aromantic spectrum

happy season of the witch women, everyone