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im loving this extended lore for her your creating, i think the silly little fool thing is such an endearing nickname

Does Marie have any family?

I honestly hadn’t put too much thought in to this until you asked, I always just had it in the back of my mind that what little family she did have she lost in the war

She was raised by her grandmother, Featurette Praxineaux. Marie-Thérèse��s father was her son. What happened to Marie's parents isn't really important (and I don't know lmao) but she took the responsibility of governing her petite-fille very seriously.

Fifi as I'm calling her for short here was an altogether serious woman and a devout Protestant. She worked to ensure that Marie-Thérèse was cultured and learned but also humble and modest, not just in her behavior but in the way she dressed. Nobody would blame you for confusing pictures of Marie from her childhood with pictures of a child nun.

It took some time for Marie to understand the social graces her Mémé was trying to instill in her, she probably received some spankings for what amounted to regular childlike behavior.

But she doesn’t really think about that now.

Fifi would often call her a nickname that translates to “silly little fool” (I don’t want French people to be madder at me than they probably already are lol so I won’t pick an actual word) which sounds harsh, but both Praxineauxs understood that it was one of Featurette’s rare moments of softness.

It was always said with a smile.

Featurette worried for her grandaughter when she came of age, the pair already having lived through one world war together.

She sent her off to a community in America that she had heard embodied the values of Christ like no other. She and Marie sent letters back and forth to one another as often as they could.

One day the letters stopped coming and you all know what became of Marie-Thérèse after that.

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"Bloberta made Clay drink so-"

OKAY, BUT DO YOU KNOW WHY?

Let me explain

'Help'.

A very important word when describing Bloberta.

First, it is integral to understand that Bloberta feels torturously alone and unwanted. Her friends are all getting married while she has no one.

She isn't clever enough to help Censordoll.

Her own family leaves her out of the family choir. 

And the only crumb of validation she is offered is from her mother.

“Why don't you help me out and… Clean your room?” Note even the slight pause her mother has, as if she doesn't even know what to do with Bloberta.

Next, we see her trudge to her room. And what does she hide under the covers of her bed?

A flask.

She turns to alcohol when she is confronted with how unwanted she is. But where did that draw to alcohol come from?

We know she comes from a home where she is ultimately ignored and seen as valueless by everyone except one person.

Her Father.

I have a lot of thoughts about Bloberta and Raymond's relationship (the one scene where they interact just UGH LIVES IN MY HEAD) but the main thing to get away from it is that she associates the act of drinking with her Father.

A man who, without alcohol, is unable to speak his mind at all. He drinks to better tolerate his situation and his wife, who clearly doesn't value his words or opinions.

But Bloberta is very receptive to her Father, she greatly values his company and his thoughts and she finds comfort in being around him. She feels like someone cares about her and values her even if she knows he can't change anything.

Notice that despite her desperation to speak with her father, to form that connection that would validate her, she can't even touch him because she knows doing so would break the frail connection they have currently. Her Father is so reserved that at this point, any unexpected emotional reach would immediately cause him to shut down and retreat. Demonstrated just by him closing up immediately after she told him she loved him.

So how does this affect Blobertas perception of alcohol?

Well she says it herself.

"I think it helps us to be better people".

This rationality was reinforced by the small acts of kindness her father would show her.

And we don't have any reason to believe she is lying about this because up until the night of the reception, she's experienced nothing that contradicts this belief.

Bloberta's reliance on alcohol can be seen as her reaching for a solution to her need to feel wanted. She knows she's left out, both by friends and family. But if she believes drinking can make you become a better person? Then of course she would drink, because maybe then someone will want her.

What does she say directly after that?

"My Father drinks.”

Further insinuating her belief that he is good and he is the main reason she sees alcohol as a positive force.

She thought it would genuinely help Clay.

There's that word again.

Importantly, notice her clear anxiety and tenseness in her beginning interactions with Clay. From her first question, their conversation began falling apart.

So what happened?

Just after the wedding, she was almost suave in the way she invited Clay to the reception.

Why was she so nervous now?

Well, in her eyes, this was her chance.

After an undisclosed time of having no luck she finally convinces a handsome single man to have some semblance of a date with her.

She NEEDS this to go well.

So she's obviously anxious and stressed, and that's showing, but she figures that some drinks will make it easier for both of them. She's full panicking because she feels it's just so normal to drink, especially socially, and she can't understand why he wouldn't drink. She has no frame of reference for that mindset.

Things are already awkward between them once they settle in, and its not getting better. So of course she is going to fall back on what makes things easier for her.

And initially things are looking up.

Suddenly Clay's more talkative, and more receptive to what she's saying.

He's complimenting her.

He says she helped him.

The one thing she wants more than anything is to feel useful, she wants to be able to fit into that role that everyone expects her to so that she can be of worth to someone.

She isn't worth it to her peers,

she isn't worth it to her family,

but she could be worth it to him.

This only reinforces her resolve. 

This is it.

She is going to finally find her place to fit in, and everyone will welcome her with open arms as she finally finds her place in the role society has chosen for her.

But it's not that simple.

Things go south quickly, Clay doesn't want these things that Bloberta has to have. 

But she needs them.

To Bloberta, those things are proof of your value. The value society, friends, and family place on you.

Who would she be if she couldn't attain that value?

We again recognize that Bloberta has a fixation on being helpful. Helpfulness is the clearest indication of one's value, after all.

After being turned away by Clay, she immediately returns to a default ‘helpful’ act, cleaning. Just like her mother would tell her to do. But this was still her only chance, and Clay had already told her she had helped him. If she could only help him again, then maybe she had a chance at the real value she craved.

Once her anger passes and Clay sobers up, she returns to him and paints herself as ‘helpful’ as possible. She's desperate for that validation again, and if he would agree to her help then everything would certainly be fine.

She is practically begging him, help becomes a plea for him to save her from the pain of her day to day.

She hopes more than anything he will accept her and make all her pain go away.

He does accept, but in exchange, her previous world view is shattered.

Drinks don't help you become a better person.

They just help your true nature come out.

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your mutual just got called out for running a gnome gore side blog. they're logged into watchgremlinsdie.com looking at some nasty shit. posting pixies getting butchered by combine harvesters. why would you even associate with someone like that? are you fucked up in the head? you think thats funny? you think thats fucking funny?

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Pick your seat, hehe.

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whats the beef lol? btw i love this i think its really accurate from what we see of the characters personalities

I forgot to put the other arrow on Censordoll but I'm not fixing it because it is accurate that Francis has beef with her and she doesn't think about Fran LMAO

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your mutual just got called out for running a gnome gore side blog. they're logged into watchgremlinsdie.com looking at some nasty shit. posting pixies getting butchered by combine harvesters. why would you even associate with someone like that? are you fucked up in the head? you think thats funny? you think thats fucking funny?

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Nooo its just a tramp stamp of a zombie bite haha :) swats your hand away with inhuman strength that surprises even me

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Crazy how many people want characters in fiction to speak and act like they’ve had 20 hours of intensive therapy. Could NOT be me I want these bitches fucked up insane

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WWII propaganda posters but make it gay

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shapey angel icon thing and chosenberg ❤️

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where spyma fans

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Sarmenti the Jingle

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So I've heard there's a mcdonald's in the pentagon

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disco elysium heritage post

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im trying to cope, wait up you guys😔