#liztho

[riskhour]

they're cosplaying. i guess

[aoneko-lee]

I've seen a lot of people talking about Lizzie and Etho team up and I think it's a fantastic idea!

Imagine them being inseparable and completely ignoring a confused and lonely Joel (sorry bro)

[dogriddler]

i really love rarepairs if u cant tell

[hmshermitcraft]

(Trafficshipping takeover~)

Etho really expected Lizzie to be hostile towards him. After all, he and her husband had gotten more than a bit friendly during Double Life.

But when Etho first meets Lizzie, by sheer accident, because he wanted to avoid this confrontation, he's utterly surprised to find her not only being okay with it all and friendly towards him, but... flirting with him?!

Turns out Lizzie got curious from seeing Joel covered in bitemarks and hickeys. And now kind of wants to tap that herself. Joel supports it. They're in an open marriage. Lizzie supports him having various things going on with Grian, Scar, Sausage and Jimmy, while Joel supports her having various things going on with Elizabeth, Gem, Pearl and, recently, False. (Cleo somehow also spent time with them both. Which nearly causes Etho to fall out of a chair when he hears of that.)

So. Lizzie is curious and flirts - with tips and tricks from Joel.

And, well... Etho's not about to turn down a good time.

Lizzie has an easy confidence to her that's hard not to get taken in by. He can see why she and Joel are such a good pair! It's obvious she's put work in to learn his tastes and Etho is surprised to even be the centre of that kind of attention.

He's gotta make sure he gets good reviews as well. Live up to Joel's praise of him. Hey, if he's really good, maybe he'll get lucky with them both? (As if they wouldn't utterly ruin him and he knows it.)

[jaz-it-up]

it's time for another @sweetspicybingo fill! prompts are "i can't breathe" + comfort the dying

warnings: major character death, cliffhanger, blood, trafficshipping, cursing

pairing: ldshadowlady/ethoslab

this is an old evo/life series dystopia au of mine where the watchers are hunting down the former evo members using drones to try and recapture them.

"Liz," Etho wheezes, "Lizzie, I can't... I can't breathe."

"Take your mask off, dummy." Lizzie brushes Etho's hair out of his eyes, hooking her fingers under one of the straps of his mask in the process. "If you don't want me to see your face, tough luck. Sorry."

"I do that for the bit," Etho whispers, and if it weren't for the blood spilling between his fingers where they're pressed against his side, she'd smack him.

"You're something else," Lizzie says fondly, taking his mask the rest of the way off. She presses a light kiss to his nose, just because she can.

Etho's hand weakly wraps around her wrist, tugging her closer. His other hand reaches up toward her face, leaving smears of blood and redstone on her cheek.

"I know I don't ask this often," Etho breathes, "but can I kiss you?"

There's something in his tone, something desperate and terrified, that makes Lizzie wonder if he's hiding just how hard the drone hit him. Why it was even going for him in the first place is beyond her; she knows who they're looking for, and they'd have a much better shot at getting to any of them through her.

Lizzie leans down and kisses Etho, not caring if her hair gets wet with his blood. His lips are inexplicably soft, and he tastes like smoke and citrus and blood and it's a horrible combination of things, but she can't bring herself to care. It's Etho. She'd kiss Etho for the rest of time if she could.

"Thanks," Etho breathes. "Wanted one more... before I die."

"Etho, you're-" Lizzie stops herself mid-sentence. Who is she kidding? They're in the middle of the city, probably not even five miles from the warehouse where the drones are made and stored. If she's lucky, the drones will get her, too; if she's not, she'll get kidnapped, and whoever owns the little fuckers will torture her for anyone's whereabouts until she dies.

"Don't be too sad without me, okay?" Lizzie asks. "I shouldn't be too long."

"No, hey," Etho wheezes. He coughs weakly, blood spattering his lips. "I'm- you're not..."

Something buzzes at the other end of the alley, and Lizzie, barely thinking, practically slaps her hand over Etho's mouth, shifting to block him from whatever's approaching. Etho doesn't protest.

He doesn't even breathe against her hand.

"Etho?"

[jaz-it-up]

🍄 for the writers truth or dare game >:)

let's go liztho for this one! i think etho generally tries to keep his hair shorter, but just long enough to tie up... that is, until lizzie braided it for the first time. now etho grows out his hair just so lizzie can braid it