INDIE, PRIV, & HIGHLY SEL portrayal of original muse LIZZY M. ;
𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊.
features verses for a variety of fantasy and horror settings ; BG3, Veilguard, vampire, apocalypse, and more.
SPORADIC ACTIVITY . explores a variety of dark themes & topics. please be sure to read my guidelines before you follow/interact.
♡ doomed by neph ; they/them, late 20s, trans lesbian.
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doris franklin has only ever met her grandson, eddie munson, once.
hailing from memphis, tennessee, doris 'rarely had the chance to visit hawkins.' her own words, by the way.
doris and her husband jack married by 18. they welcomed two children from 18 to 31. william and their youngest - elizabeth. doris raised both children with far more freedom than other parents at the time. there was no strict structure to their upbringing. rather than enrolling them in school, she homeschooled both children. though elizabeth rebelled, insisted on attending school after the age of six. human connection, that's what jack had said their daughter craved. the kids weren't cooped up at home though, having the freedom to run amuck through the streets until all hours once they were home by dark. doris was described by her neighbours and friends as being maybe too easy on raising and disciplining her kids. she paid no attention to it. paid little attention to any criticism of any sort actually, even when her husband would chime in with suggestions.
her first born, william, moved out at 16. but he didn't go far. always visited home every week for dinner, stopped by almost daily to say hello. when he was in his twenties, he had kids of his own - twins, with his wife. doris was over the moon & put all her attention on the new kids. she was far more attentive to her grandchildren than she was to her daughter, elizabeth, who was thriving in her own way - showing a skill for painting, singing, piling up her bedroom with records. doris gushed about her grandkids to anyone who'd listen, saw them as the apple of her eye and if william wasn't visiting, she was at his house. william's wife said she was overbearing, doris' husband agreed. she didn't listen to them.
when elizabeth announced to her parents she was moving to indiana, with a man they'd never met, they were not impressed. doris couldn't believe her own child would stray so far from the nest she'd built them, despite having raised them so freely. hypocrisy much. jack wanted to meet the new guy. barely did, didn't like him one bit, seemed 'fake.' the goodbye to their daughter was emotional and tense - doris having not stood down from her argument to try and convince elizabeth to stay. feeling abandoned.
in 1965, doris got a call from her daughter. she was engaged & the whole family were invited to attend her wedding, a date yet to be set. that night over a cup of tea, doris sighed and groaned and complained about the long-held grudge she still held and how far of a travel it would be, she wouldn't dare leave the grandkids for more than two days. jack sighed and groaned and complained about the price the travel would cost and the bad vibes he'd gotten from her husband-to-be.
another call came in from elizabeth, with news she was sure would make her mother happy - she was pregnant, due january '66. doris smiled, congratulated her, told jack the news, passed the phone to william and sat down - 'damn far to travel, isn't it?' excuses. their congratulations to her birth and marriage were given over crackled phone calls the morning of both, in january and march 1966. same in april 1968, when elizabeth had her own daughter, lizzy.
doris and jack were happy, that's no lie, but their priorities lay with those still at home. those who hadn't fled in what they still called a 'whirlwind romance' to another state.
doris called elizabeth every christmas eve and every birthday. wished the kids a happy birthday and hoped santa would treat them well, usually to the sound of other kids in the background of her call. her calls were often short, cut off with a: hold on, william's home, i have to go.
when elizabeth fell ill, doris was upset, no doubt about it, but it wasn't enough to warrant that journey she still sighed about. jack insisted this time, as did william.
it was months later that doris finally took that 'real long drive.' only it was for her daughters funeral. she was distraught, of course, and filled with regret that she never did make the trip. eddie partially recognised her, from stories his mom would tell and photographs she'd show - because this grudge had always been only one-sided. doris comforted her grandkids, eddie and lizzy, and for once, gave them more attention than the others - the first and only time. the drive back to home the following day, with jack and william, was entirely in silence.
@resplendentdare GOT BLOOD ON THEIR TEETH : ❝ i'm perfectly content just the way i am, thank you very much. ❞
Lizzy grins up at Saskia from their spot on the couch. it's a bit warped, though, considering the fact they're draped over it like a blanket --- legs dangling off the back, ass sat the wrong way round, head hanging upside-down off the cushions. her hair ( it's pink today, remnants of last night's dye job still visible around the edges of her face ) brushes the floor in choppy, uneven strands.
❝ well la-dee-fuckin-dah, good for you sunshine! ❞ the words might be a bit snippy and dripping in sarcasm, but it leans more towards the fun, mischievous kind. Lizzy's not one to be, like, a downer. ❝ you drank your confidence juice this morning. gold star for you. ❞
── romantic gestures. bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential / it depends.
holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · dressing their partner · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late-night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("i love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · granting them the last (or first) bite (from meal)
@freakarus GOT BLOOD ON THEIR TEETH : ❝ life sucks. get over it. ❞
Lizzy glares at Eddie, pacing paused cause like --- rude as fuck, what the hell! they were just tryna vent. shit knows they've listened to him bitch about the Coffin boys or warlocks or whatever the fuck else enough times. why can't he just indulge her bullshit for, like, five minutes??
❝ great fuckin' pep talk. you learn that in drama class? ❞ she sticks her tongue out for good measure, swiping a stray sock abandoned on the stool to lob at him. that'll teach him. ❝ bite me. ❞
Lizzy's just, like, minding their own business when Saskia fuckin' poofs up out of nowhere. they almost startle ( almost ) , 'specially when she reaches up to slide a flower into their hair, behind one ear.
she snorts, reaches up with one hand to brush at the soft petals. ❝ when'd you go'n'get all sentimental on me and shit? ❞
there's no hiding the soft little smile as it quirks at the corner of her lips, though. like --- ugh, cute. ( it's sickening, really. ) Lizzy rolls her eyes, but there's no real annoyance behind it.
❝ ... is it, like, solid in there? don't want it to fall off. ❞
ELIZABETH MUNSON NÉE FRANKLIN
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elizabeth franklin had big dreams and an even bigger heart. she was kind, the type of kind to help someone with their groceries, gladly hold a door for a long line of people, hand whatever coins she had to someone who needed them far more than her or run to walk an elderly person across the road. she was outspoken, good hearted, fiesty, funny. she could terrify you with a glare and warm your soul with a smile.
in her teenage years, the 50s, she knew she wanted to be an artist. she grew up using music and a paintbrush as an outlet. she loved the blues, country, rock. anything with soul. whether she wanted to be a singer or a painter, she didn't care which. anything about self expression.
her kindness mixed with smart remarks is exactly what attracts alan munson to her, who meets her at a diner in memphis, tennessee where she works at 19 years old. it's her hometown, he's just passing through. he's charming and she's smitten. they spend everyday together while he's there, the time dragging on that she wonders if he really is passing through.
soon into their fling relationship, al wants her to move to indiana. back to his hometown. somehow landed a house. as fierce as she is, she's hesitant, scared, it's going quick but she doesn't want to lose the love of her life. he's convincing enough. she leaves her life behind; her family. her friends and her home. all she brings is her record collection. she'll come back to visit, she swears. she never gets that chance.
hawkins, indiana is boring. it's a sleepy town. lifeless compared to memphis. she doesn't quite fit in. she's turned down at every job within her first few weeks. no sense of purpose, except her boyfriend - who proposes by lover's lake after her third job decline. cheap ring and cheap drinks, but the cost didn't matter. it was the sentiment. she makes very few friends in hawkins, mostly acquaintances. (she's got one real friend, helena - shoutout to @ cannib4l)
she wakes up everyday and does her makeup, puts on her records, paints, sings around the house and tries to make it a home, diy style. elizabeth often could be found on the porch, a herbal tea or coffee in hand, a cigarette and a song in her head while people watching in the neighbourhood. always waving at passerbys and a croaky hello. al disappears for hours on end everyday. 'work with the boys,' he says.
april 1965, elizabeth finds out she's pregnant. she cries tears of joy. she'd always dreamed of having kids and now she had a sense of purpose again. pregnancy is tough, she struggles for majority of the months with symptoms and loneliness... 'work with the boys,' he says. al isn't lying, but he never discloses just what 'work' is. elizabeth is smart, she knows he's up to no good. at least they have some kind of income.
january 1966, elizabeth goes into labour. her soon to be brother-in-law, wayne, drives her to hawkins memorial hospital. al is nowhere to be found for hours, but manages to make it just in time. their son, edward munson, is born on 27 january.
elizabeth marries al in march, 1966. a small ceremony, very (and few) close friends, their baby and al's brother, wayne. elizabeth's family don't travel for it. they wish them the best on a crackled and brief phone call that morning. as they did when eddie was born. the newly weds have cake, get dressed up, visit the lake, and the next day normalcy resumes.
motherhood is hard work, but the most rewarding thing in the world, she thought. she spends every waking and sleeping hour with her child. rushing around the stores to get groceries with him, doctors appointments, car rides, doing chores, church visits, story time, bath time, dinner time, early mornings, dreadfully late nights and her time on the porch. she never gets a moment to herself. she doesn't complain, elizabeth loves spending time with eddie.
when he's a little older, still a toddler/child, she teaches him the importance of music. how it can change one's perspective on life and is a form of expression, through lyrics or sounds. she dances with him and shows him every record in her collection. it's nice, someone that small listening so intently and such a wonder in their eyes. the wonder in her eyes dulled over time ever since she left with al.
on april 9 1968, elizabeth has her second child (@ strange-sapphic). al insists she be named after her mother. elizabeth. little lizzy.
two small kids is chaotic, drives her to tears most days when al is nowhere to be seen, but she wouldn't have it any other way. the sweetest moments can be found in the simplicity of motherhood. seeing her children messily eat breakfast in the cramped kitchen and the room filled with giggling on an early morning, as she sips a drink, watches and smiles because this is what it's all about.
but her husband is gone for hours even at night by now, sometimes not coming back home for over twenty four hours. she worries, until it becomes typical. and yet, elizabeth still spends restless nights sitting by the window waiting for al to come home. she contemplates leaving her husband most nights, tells no one but her best friend. at least now elizabeth's got company at night, a two year old asleep on the couch next to her and a four year old asleep by her side. a four year who refused to go to bed if his mama was sad.
eddie is five years old when she falls ill. it was a routine doctors visit. a seemingly small issue brought up followed by check-ups, scans, letters and bad news. an hourglass above her head, counting down the days. al doesn't leave home much anymore, at least sticking by her side while he can. elizabeth sobs every morning and night, in fear and eventually, pain. she never lets her children see, when she can help it. she distracts them with music, elaborate stories and laughter. no more dancing. if her last memories can be her children smiling and laughing, then life wasn't so bad despite the abrupt end. but she'll never see them grow up and that's breaking her heart.
elizabeth munson née franklin, in her 20s, passes away in hospital on a wednesday in 1972. her son is six years old, her daughter four years old and her husband is by her side one last time. it was a cloudy and dark day. it didn't stop raining for a week. eddie thought she'd taken the sunshine with her.
okay, so there is going to be some changes made to lizzy's info when i get a chance to sit down and do it (honestly it might take a while as i have a very busy few weeks coming up lol) to incorporate them into my broader lore - in the meantime here's a quick simple rundown:
becomes a Guild hunter after eddie is almost killed by supernatural bullshit
Kai ends up mentoring them as a hunter
they're somewhat(?) involved in the Ren debacle with the Council
there's definitely something supernatural going on with them. idk what yet we'll figure this out together
supernatural hunter: a member of the Guild of Hunters, Lizzy is young and angry and consumed with vengeful fury. Kai takes on the role of their mentor in the Guild
vampire: (accidentally) turned by Ren in 1988
veilg.uard: a Grey Warden that passed the Joining just before the events of Inq.uisition at 15 years old. they're a warrior rebel that breaks off from the Wardens after accompanying Ren to Vigil's Keep once Corypheus is defeated
Veilgua.rd companion details TBD!
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