#watcher lizzie

[franisapidgeonbug]

Just a meme for yall whilst I write shadowbeans x scarian double date. :3

also i’m back from my break and ready to write as you can see from my mass amounts of posting.

[periwinklepaint]

Watcher Lizzie inspired by a sea angel aughhhhh I TRIED!!!

[corpsezinthecloset]

I'm like dead tired and this probably makes no sense but Ahhhh fan made watcher lore less goooo

ALSO I'm so sorry Lizzies is less detailed, I might go back and add some things idk yet though

[thegremlininyourcloset]

Corrupted Eye! Lizzie is absolutely DESPISED by the Watchers. Quite possibly more than Scott, even.

Why?

because she’s the face of all their greatest fuckups

and to a deity?

that’s a crime of indescribable magnitude

Not to mention…it’s one thing to defy a god intentionally. That will earn you their ire for a long, long time, it’s true—

but to defy the will of gods on near-complete accident?

Purposeful action can be easily punished, made an example of.

Accidental defiance, however? That makes you look pathetic, and every punishment doled out only makes it worse.

So, when Lizzie broke the Canary Curse, and then refused to become a new omen…

the Watchers only option was to take her.

and so they made her one of them, because then they’d be able to finally control her—and even if they struggled to do so, the Watchers have taken uncooperative players before. Now her defiance would be intentional, at the very least.

but then…

the transformation went wrong.

and The Shadow Lady made complete fools of the pantheon once again

all by simply being what she was

@feralpodcastlistener @periwinklepaint @kitteningotham

[fairymousse]

“Hurts, doesn't it?”

The dead woman looked up. She was gone, blood in the grass, buried and abandoned, but no… no she wasn't. She was in a room. A nice room, with potted plants, nice carpets, and a window. Rain dashed against it, a delicate thudding, like a thousand tiny heartbeats.

The dead woman who was once called Pearl turned to look for the voice that had awoken her. The voice was familiar, someone she'd met before, but also the voice of a complete stranger. The dead woman struggled with time here, her past and future pushing together. She was beginning to wonder if she was really dead. She was beginning to wonder if she'd been here before.

“Yes, on both counts”

Sitting on the bed, sat the thing that was not Lizzie. She looked like Lizzie, sounded like Lizzie, but there was a faintness to her, no that wasn't it, a scale to her. Like she was only the pupil, an unblinking eye of a far greater being, extending beyond into the void beyond the window.

“Lizzie?” The dead woman ventured.

Maybe!Lizzie nodded. “Sort of. I was her, and I am her, but I have grown beyond her. She can be me, if she remembers properly. In the dark, usually.”

The dead woman was confused, so Lizzie handed her a mug. “Sip,” she said. “It will help us focus”.

The dead woman obliged. The drink was warm, and familiar. And the dead woman remembered she was Pearl. And she remembered the arrow, and the laughter and the words that didn't save her. And…

“Where are we?” She asked. Lizzie (it was easier to think of her as Lizzie) answered with a smile.

“According to the others, we should send the players back home immediately, so that they can get back to watching that. They don't always seem to understand that we're people. So, this is my secret room, where we wait before we send you home. Sometimes. Sometimes we turn you into stars”.

Pearl was trapped in a speechless state of incomprehension, and could only manage “You were having a baby”.

“No, that's the real me. I'm just a dream she had.”

At this point, Pearl gave up on trying to understand. She had realised the enormity of what had happened today.

“I broke my streak.”

“Did you?”

“Top 5, every season. Now look at me, out third. I lost five lives today! I'm…I'm an embarrassment”

She began to cry. The rain grew heavier, thick droplets falling into nothing, as no time passed.

“I remember the feeling”, offered Lizzie. “5 lives in Wild Life, down to one. Then, out two sessions later with not a single kill under my belt. No one cared about me in Secret Life, Jimmy made it all about him. I hated him for that. I heard his laughter echoing through the nothing”.

“I cared,” Pearl interjected. “I cared, I didn't show it enough, but I felt awful when you died. I…missed you.”

“Thank you. That would have meant a lot to her, if she were still me.”

“But…if you hated Jimmy, why did you team with him?”

Lizzie smiled. “Because it didn't hurt anymore. Dying doesn't mean as much as you think, you should know that. You forgave Scott after all he did to you.”

Pearl shifted, slightly ashamed. “I…I didn't like that part of myself. Well, I liked it sometimes, it felt good to be respected, but it was lonely and frightening. Everything I love dies, and everyone is scared of me. All Grian and Gem wanted was a weapon. And they turned the world against me…again! How could they? How could they after all this time?”

Lizzie didn't answer. Pearl turned to her for a response, but as she did, she caught sight of something vast. Something truly ancient and cracked, yet full of impossible things. Full of unsung songs.

Full of secrets.

Then, in a moment, Lizzie was back, and answered. “Do you need some time? I could leave you be, give you some time to reflect.We could watch it, see what happens next?” Pearl shook her head. “The last thing I want right now is to be alone.”

Lizzie nodded. “I understand. I was you, for a little while. I can understand how that feels.”

Pearl laughed. “I’d forgotten about that! Did you see Mumbo, twice! Twice this season!”

Then all of the strangeness and guilt and regret fell away. The room erupted into laughter, as the rain fell. In the faint crystals of the downpour… tears of joy and rage and pain and sorrow, all fell down into the void, down. Down…

“It's raining again.” Said Gem. “I thought you said there wasn't rain on the server!”

Grian shrugged. Gem, unappeased, continued.

“Don't shrug at me! You run the world, you literally know everything!”

“No, no, not everything!” Grian muttered.

[iamchaos1234]

"I'm the monster underneath your bed, I'm every thought inside your head,

you can run but you can hide, no not this, no not this time"

[shaddybon]

Show them, my champion.

A little bit of details, im really proud how Lizzie turned out!!

[infcrnalstars]

curse breaker!

had this idea that lizzie was a watcher👁️