#lizzie rambles

[hundredandsix]

✩ camp counselor au? ✩

✩ So...what do we think about a camp counselor au with Ellie? Except let's make it a Christian camp because I need my religious trauma to be useful for something.

✩ Maybe she's about to graduate, but her program requires volunteer hours, so she signs up to be a counselor at the camp and is honestly really pissed about it. But then she gets paired with you. She thinks you're this stuck-up, church-obsessed girl, but she doesn't know that your parents made you go and you hate it just as much as her.

✩ I can totally imagine her unintentionally ruining one of those dumb purity demonstrations. Like the teacher has someone lick a cupcake and then asks everyone in the room if they would eat it. It's supposed to demonstrate how "unpure" things are "undesirable," but Ellie is just so bored and wasn't paying attention. So she volunteers to eat the cupcake and doesn't understand why everyone is so taken aback.

✩ Imagine her telling stories to the kids around the campfire. She doesn't think they're that scary, but she ends up facing your wrath after three kids wake you up in the middle of the night from nightmares.

✩ Maybe a kid is acting up, and instead of accepting the consequence she gave him, he says that "a demon must have been inside of him" to try and get out of it. Ellie just stares at him because none of the training she did prepared her for that response.

✩ Her coming up with the most creative ways to discourage PDA.

✩ And of course, sneaking around with her because the stakes are even higher at this camp. Will this just be a summer fling or will you stay in touch?

I might write something full-length for this. Any ideas?

[stardust-dreamerr]

I hate how a lot of pro choice stuff I see is by radfems. Like I agree with the pro choice thing they’re posting, but I’m not gonna interact with it because I don’t want more of their posts on my dash, I disagree with their transphobic views

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Fanfic Recommendations, Installment #1!

This is a long one! But even if you don't read all of my words here, you should definitely read theirs!

. ★.`.☆...☆.`.★ .

It feels as though it would be some sort of terrible crime not to highlight the most wonderful fic series that has been circulating its way through the Hazbin Hotel fandom over the last little stretch of time. Yes indeedy, I’m speaking of nothing other than the meteor shower series by spoondrifts on A03 (and ofc as @cringefailvox here on lovely tumblr!)

               This enthralling little series is currently comprised of two parts; time has changed the metaphor and its sequel, dragging its tail in the sea.

Herein we get the most delectable example of polyam, QPR, label-less goodness that I dare say there has been a gaping lack of up until now! (and if I am mistaken, I am happy to be so so wrong so long as you send all those good fics my way!!! My perceptions are fallible)

And who might make up the delightful QPR trio featured in this story? Why, none other than our most beloved Alastor, Rosie, and Vox!

I will admit to you, my dear reader, that I was skeptical of how this trio would function together. A fool, even. But the fanart (here for pt.1 fanart) (and here for pt.2 art) drew me in, it delighted me, and the writing, well, the writing simply blew me away.

How lovely it is to sit down and read such gorgeous, thoughtful, and perfectly complicated renditions of these characters. One that deeply explores the bounds of non-traditional connections, and the twisting, complicated ways we can come to find others in our hearts. Because it seems that even in hell, there can be things that make you feel foreign amongst your peers. That is, if you don’t let yourself be known.

The way Spoondrifts dives into the mentality of the three characters is such a joy to read that I scarcely think I have adequate words to express how exactly it is I feel.

To be Queer in any form is such a varied array of experiences, indescribably vast; and while labels can often be a freedom for some, especially as a place of belonging, or a reaffirmation of identity – or even simply that labels often act as a gateway to community and support – there are many that feel labels restrict them. That those labels are another set of rules they don’t fit neatly into, a chafing reminder of common-society’s boundaries in a place that is supposed to offer refuge.

This is precisely why many have embraced and reclaimed the word "queer" itself as a catch-all term for ‘outside the cis-het bubble’.

Yet, we often jump, especially in fiction, to labeling exactly who and what a character may be. Defining their relationships with immense detail, and fighting ruthlessly over canon vs. fanon vs. fanon-but-less-popular. Yet, here in this fanfic, we see a shining example of the complicated web of queer experiences. Of connection. Of love and care.

A refreshing lens to be sure.

It is a story that says ‘these characters are enough, as flawed and rotten and lovely as they are, and so are you.’ – and isn’t that the very crux of this fandom itself? Is the commentary on Christian religion and the people that claim to uphold it, not in and of itself a similar thing? A story that says ‘you can be terrible and wonderful. You can be awful and be loved. You can be different and be whole.’

In watching the series itself, there was something cathartic for me, too personal for me to write in too great of detail in the here and now. But it made me feel loved. It made me feel like even if I wasn’t perfect, I could still have worth. That I could make mistakes, and still be allowed the grace of second chances if I’m willing to learn and grow from any of the mistakes I'll inevitably make on this complicated journey of life. And so, so much more.

That is how this fanfiction made me feel. Loved. Warm. Safe. Free to be a mess of a human (because aren’t we all?). And still at the end of the day be worthy. To, someday, be loved and cared for in whatever ways I need. That none of us are too much or too little.

I’ve been straying away from labels myself over the years, knowing I fit into a few different nooks and crannies within our vast umbrella, but not quite vibing with a lot of the words anymore. Life is, after all, a journey of discovery; and I’d be a fool to say I know and understand all of myself when I’m not yet even 24 – and fics like this, this fic, made my chest ache in the way the thought of kissing a woman once did. Maybe there’s something there for me to discover, maybe there isn’t. Perhaps it’s just my neurodivergences and my queerness aligning into a desire - and deeply rooted fear - for being seen.

But regardless of how you do or don’t identify, I think anyone would feel a deep fondness for the bonds within this story – though if you align with any of it yourself, it may of course hit you even more profoundly.

The pacing of the story is beyond impeccable and it never once feels stuck in a ‘set of locations’. The world of the pride ring feels sprawling and alive within these words despite spending most of our time within Rosie’s domain.

The care and thought that was given to each character and their depictions - just, damn. Every action felt grounded, understandable for each individual character, and kept you wanting more of each and every bit. Elements of canon were woven into a beautiful tapestry of fanon that feels so real and so right, that if Viv said it was true in a parallel version of Hazbin-Hell, I would believe you in a heartbeat.

The three characters play off of each other beautifully and enticingly, without sacrificing an ounce of what makes them (particularly Al and Vox) ripe for a good ‘you fucking dumbass, get it through your head’ shoulder-shake.

I can’t say too much more without simply gushing over every sentence and ruining the experience for those who have not yet read it, but let me just say: wow. As well as: Thank you, Spoondrifts. What a lovely gift you’ve given us. Thank you for your words. For this exploration of relationships, and hearts that beat a little funny.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

haven’t lost my virginity because I never lose

[nattysgirl]

Oh lord…

[ddwhaleshark]

Since I got a couple peeps ask about the Reverse AU here is some more info !

This lil drawing shows who gets switched up with who!

This au started when I just thought of Uzi getting switched with N, the visual of murder drone Uzi just didn't get out of my head but then the ball kept rolling ! V witches with Thad while Lizzy switches with J. Ofc i had to think of CYN then and well Doll was still on the table :]

The idea of Lizzy fighting alongside Doll just really stuck so here we are!

what about the other characters ? like Uzi's mom etc? .. idk yet :'] brain smoll

[lemon-bread-slice]

average queer friend group on halloween + someone's little brother they had to take with them

vvv larger group shots below the cut vvv

"...She's right behind me isn't she?"

Fwhip and Joel show up, Pearl mysteriously replaces Lizzie (reverse limlife)

Plot twist it's turned into an Empires school reunion (shout out to the gap between Jimmy and Lizzie lol)

[kittydragondraws]

Lizzy x Male Reader Headcanons

She leaves you for a woman

[dolleyedoe]

Im just a girl

[hundredandsix]

some of my favorite blogs lately

My next post should be up in a few days, but while I'm working on that, I just want to share a couple blogs I've been obsessed with lately!

✩ @sapphicsentbycyberlife

I go back to re-read her entire masterlist ALL THE TIME. I get so excited when she posts because I know my jaw is about to be on the floor. Also, her porn always has plot, which makes the build-up so much better and almost cathartic. I am on the edge of my seat.

It's hard to choose my favorite work of hers, but I think it's I Don't Need You (Don't Leave Me). The amount of work and thought that must have gone into this is truly incredible. Please go read it!

✩ @spaceshipellie

She's sooo good at writing dialogue. It feels so natural and flows very well with the rest of the story. Everything that Ellie says is in character and really pulls me into the story. For lack of a better term, her writing feels real. Also, her blog theme is adorable!

My favorite of hers is easy mode. Just read it and you'll understand why :)

✩ @lizzieisright

For starters, we have the same name lol! But her writing is also just gorgeous. I'm not really an Abby girl, but that's how I initially found her blog, and her writing has really changed my opinion of the character. I love the way she portrays her as so gentle and loving. When I'm lacking inspiration, I'll read a few things from her masterlist to remember what good writing looks like.

My favorite of hers is Heaven is here if you want it. Sub!Abby yesyesyesyes I'm on my knees.

✩ @st4rluvrr

Last but not least is one of my first mutuals! She is so sweet and has the best music taste! The first time I read one of her works I was thinking about it for dayssss. Her dialogue is always great, and she has somehow figured out the secret to writing action without making it sound all clunky.

My favorite of hers is Her. One of my favorite Ellie fics ever!

Okay, that's it for now. I feel like it's so important to show other writers/creators appreciation. As a writer myself, getting a detailed compliment or even just a reblog means so much! I just want to spread some of the love!

[rory-multifandom-mess]

btw guys this:

is a precursor to this post

Also bonus:

yes this is a ninjago reference

[peacockrulz]

back on my shit

bonus: it worked (idea by my brother n friends lol)

[elliotthinkssometimes]

thinking about when Lizzie told Chip ‘don’t follow me aimlessly. That’s how you get killed’

[fantasykiri5]

I’m a little sick of how Lizzie’s death is just being made about Jimmy and the canary curse now so.

How about writing about how it was a freak accident. How much more tragic it was that it was in fact an accident.

She wasn’t expecting it. Nobody else was expecting it. Half the server laughed. Some of them died not 10 minutes later. I’d like to think she got to laugh at them in whatever afterlife they’re stuck in till the end. Or cuss them out a bit. Or both.

She didn’t have any allies. A couple shaky truces, but no real allies. She didn’t get to take revenge on Scar (for the many, many, times he wronged her.) or anyone else really.

She died without turning in her second red task. She’d completed it. She wanted to take out Scott before she turned it in. She died.

Scott was this close to falling off the ledge after her first couple hits. His feet were practically off the edge. If you think hard enough about it you can see the pebbles and dust crumble away as he dances the edge of the cliff, just pixels away from her completing what she set out to do. Something she set out to do largely for fun. It wasn’t in her task to hurt Scott. Scott brought gifts to her party after showing up late, he wronged her but there were many who wronged her tenfold. She was going to kill Scott because her husband asked, and she’d just hit him over the head with rocks so she might as well. She kept doing it for fun. She was red. She might as well. Maybe everyone who didn’t come to her party would fear her a little then.

Maybe you should write about how Lizzie lived in a pumpkin house, had a whole pumpkin patch, was one of the two people who found the pumpkins first with gem, and all it would have taken for her to not die there would have been to wear one?

Maybe you should write about how if she’d looked just a fraction to the left or right she wouldn’t have looked at the enderman? How if she had reacted with the enderpearl a few seconds earlier she could have made it back up? How she only thought to throw it because she started taking damage as she sunk into the bottom of the void? How the only reason she didn’t was because she wasn’t expecting it?

Maybe you should write about how she wasn’t expecting it.

Lizzie wasn’t expecting it.

[nattysgirl]

She can be both, hot and sweet

[marsamoo]

Lizzie’s death was not about her.

It was about the man she failed to kill. The assassin’s target, not hers. The man who caught himself from the edge and refused to give up without a fight.

It was about the man who was meant to die. The herald of the apocalypse. Canary call, first to fall. Not this time. They say that she did it for him. It’s a lie.

It was about the people who celebrated. They laughed when she died. They cheered. They sung and danced and thanked the heavens it was not him. They will forget her soon, just like they forgot her party.

It was about the man who will ‘avenge’ her. Her husband, her lover. The only one who showed up. No one listened, but fear not! He will save her! Him, in the throws of grief, will overcome her death, HER. DEATH. HE will be fine.

It was about the men who killed her last time. The star-crossed lovers separated by lives. A promise, a pact, sealed by her death. A sacrifice she didn’t get to make, a choice that wasn’t hers. All in vain, because they died before the pact was fulfilled. A tragedy - their love, I mean. Not her death.

Him and him and them and him and them. Over and over again, her death was an accident, but it was not hers. Never hers.

When will it be her turn?