#trish.

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also since the abandoned script of what JC3 was Going to be is again fresh in my mind and is in fact canon on this blog  --  I don’t think trish is dead.

the creeper has this moment of rage, and then horror, when he realizes it’s her he’s taking with him and not her aptly-named son, darry.  he’s shown later to have suffered very minimal burn trauma     ( which  …  duh, he’s a fucking phoenix )    but major force-trauma and body trauma indicative of just being tossed around like a fucking ragdoll.  it was the blast, and not the fire, that damaged him  --  he is immune to the fire, it won’t burn his skin.  it seems, too, like he took the brunt of the impact. 

now of course we’re all thinking Well Ruben What Are You Getting At, Why Are You Telling Us This, What Does It Mean, Just Say It and so.  yeah.  the creeper wrapped trish in his wings, tucked his chin over her head, and let the missile rip him apart so it wouldn’t tear her to pieces instead.  he wrapped himself around her so the fire couldn’t reach her and he left her there to be recovered from the debris.

That Is All.

trish is fine.

he made sure of it.

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@6a4evr  /  @mnstrsqd

hrrr-hhreeheheh-heh-heh.

[lillyspeakz]

I'm just wondering…why does everyone think that Jimmy r4ped Anya? I didn't see it mentioned in the game

When your in curly’s pov and you find Anya in the cockpit (I forget when this occurs), Anya is huddled up like she’s going to hurt herself, but ultimately doesn’t.

When curly is in distress about the situation, Anya confesses that she’s pregnant and curly said something about the person being his close friend, leading us to believe it’s Jimmy.

And I’m pretty sure later on as well, it’s confirmed- but there’s little clues all over the game

[windows1995]

MAMMA MIA

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[grcndel]

Here she is, full Hellcat attire— granted, Gren knows who she is. And to keep it on the down-low, after all. But it’s dark out, late out, peak cat hours. Sits at a stool with a heavy breath out— whoof. Rests her arms on the counter (politely! No elbows!) and fidgets for a second. Checks her phone. Okay, things seem to have winded down. “You’re my last stop before I head home. And I wanted to see how you’re doing. Both just because and because it’s the end of the night. —So. How. Are you doing?”

see, there are these  –  unspoken rules,  in fabletown, and one of them rules is that it’s always grendel checking in on other people  –  or  was,  ‘till trish started coming around.  

head down the street to The Pudding ‘N Pie or The Open Arms around 3, maybe 4 A.M, and it’s always grendel, there, with one of those girls on his side, walking them home so their creepy fuckin’ clients don’t try anything  funny  with ‘em  –  so he’s used to that.  he’s used to sitting in his little corner    ( elbow very much On the bar-top ),    Alone, waiting around to cater to the handful of people he still cares about.

so he’s gotta say  –  it’s nice to be looked out for, for a change.

and scary.and confusing.and  bizarre.

he might just be the only person in the whole damn city that can hear her coming, and she still manages to make him jump, when she speaks.  body’s tense, but his eyes ain’t distrustful  –  not at all;  just a hard day, busy day.  day full of scary shit he doesn’t wanna talk about.    ( bigby’s smell lingers in the stool beside him, and no amount of cheap cologne can cover up that kind of stink. )

   “ sheriff came by, ”    rigid,  jaw set,    and that’s really all he has to say on    the matter.

holly and him share a look, and she knows to put trish’s drink on the tab he plans to pay off  …  eventually.

   “ why, what, uh –  ..  what’s going on                                           wit’  you? ”