#i have a belief that silver and orange shouldn’t go together and i know people will disagree and that’s okay!

[sanoiro]

There is something about Trixie Season Three

I always knew I would be back for this third instalment I just never realised what would have happened between 3x23 and finally reaching a deal with Netflix for Season 4. I literally lost over a month from my life and before you say anything, yes it was worth it. 

There is something about Trixie Season 1

There is something about Trixie Season 2

3x01 - They're Back, Aren't They?

Trixie is not mentioned. 

3x02 - The One with the Baby Carrot

Trixie is not mentioned. 

3x03 - Mr. & Mrs. Mazikeen Smith

The first time we see Trixie in Season 3 is ironically in an episode that was shot in Season Two and is part of the four standalones that irked the fans for not moving the storyline. 

Trixie shows some great initiative by trying to smuggle herself to Canada and despite being overly worried for Maze, Miss Alien did manage to cross the boards and take part in the episode’s adventure... What also we need to remember is that Trixie was extremely happy that Miss alien was delivered back smeared with blood... 

3x04 - What Would Lucifer Do?

Trixie is not mentioned.

3x05 - Welcome Back, Charlotte Richards

In episode 3x05 we do realise that S3 will not be just about identity but also about accountability. In this episode, we also have the first real Season Three appearance of Trixie and apparently, the child’s proximity with Maze has brought some issues that are dealt with a Swear Jar... 

In this episode, we cannot say we see anything out of the ordinary although the word Mother-flunker will always stay with us but we do realise that like Trixie, Lucifer has to learn that words to hurt people... pity he wasn’t there for that pep talk otherwise it might have saved us a whole season. 

Now let’s move to the last scene with Trixie in the episode which holds some merit.

Chloe: Monkey, I want to talk to you about what happened today at school. Did you tell Miss Morgan to "go to shell"?

Trixie: I didn't technically break any rules. 

Chloe: You know what? Lucifer was right. The swear jar, it's it's a dumb idea. Mommy gave you a bunch of rules without explaining things. The real reason that we shouldn't swear is that bad words make people feel bad. And I know you don't want to make people feel bad, right? 'Cause the truth is if you go looking for loopholes, you'll always find them. And I can't force you to do the right thing. You'll just have to learn that on your own. So no more swear jar. Does the above sound familiar to you? 

Call me an overthinker as I know I am but take this as if spoken from Dad aka God. Lucifer was set to have certain rules but broke them and when they were reinforced he always sought for loopholes lie he did when he made a deal with Dad in 1x13 and Chloe was spared. 

God couldn’t make him learn, good from wrong as Lucifer always found loopholes but instead He also took away the Swear Jar or in Lucifer’s case, Hell. God never got down to Earth to drag His son back to Hell but he enforced a plan that made Lucifer on some degree learn on his own but without God being an active participant to that. Lucifer has the choice on what to learn, accept and eventually act. 

3x06 - Vegas with Some Radish

Trixie is not mentioned.

Many have noted where Trixie was in this episode and the truth is that Trixie could have returned to babysit or Chloe could have called a babysitter when she decided to stay with Linda at the penthouse. Contrary to popular belief parents sometimes do need a break from their children. 

3x07 - Off the Record

Here we have the HILARIOUS: ‘Child in danger?’

Then down the storyline, Daughter in Danger and Stolen From School...

3x08 - Chloe Does Lucifer

That episode always cracks me up especially Trixie’s actions. Painting a unicorn on Lucifer’s cheek and of course being the adult in how Chloe should open a conversation of flirting with a man. For some reason, her maturity here is a bit too much but at the same time endearing. What she also realises is that the show at the end of the episode is missing. 

The thimble as I mentioned earlier was a direct metaphor to Peter Pan’s thimble. The boy who refused to grow until he was forced to do just that. In 3x08 we do realise that although Lucifer refuses to grow up once again he knows that even by getting a Monopoly piece certain things will never be different because people might not change but heck they can pretend they have pretty well. Enter Trixie. In a way we see Lucifer and Trixie growing up and getting hurt together almost by the same people in Season Three. Namely Maze... 

3x09 - The Sinnerman

Trixie is not mentioned.

3x10 - The Sin Bin

Many can say Lucifer is a proud Step-Satan but in this episode, more things come to play. Trixie not only meets Charlotte but she also sets a date between her and her Daddy aka Dan. 

She is a perceptive child and for some reason a bit like Ella, although in a different way, she is attracted to the unusual and in her case to whatever has ascent from Hell... 

Now like in 3x08 she offers sound advice on how adults should act but she is also offering a very good line to Charlotte: You’re the Mum, you make the rules!

Following 3x05, rules are made by the parents they cannot always be explained but that does not mean it’s out of spite. Sometimes it’s out of desperation or love so that concept alone wants me to keep a closer eye on our dear Beatrice...

3x11 - City of Angels?

Trixie is mentioned 1 time. 

3x12 - All About Her

In this episode, we get to see that not only Trixie is obsessed with Miss Alien but also that she makes some good money from her art which reminds us that what she had drawn in Season 2. Uriel, the Devil and the Blade. In Season 3 in 3x12 we can see the first hint of that Amenadiel will get his wings back. 

For some reason, Trixie seems to know what is going to happen. Of course, we may say it’s but an easter egg from the production but speculating over a Miracle’s child is more fun don’t you think?

3x13 - Til Death Do Us Part

Trixie is mentioned two times. 

3x14 - My Brother's Keeper

In this episode, we see how close Trixie and Maze have become to the point that Maze words in 3x18 cause a lot of damage. What interests me most though is not how close they are but what Trixie has been taught from Maze.

That kid now knows the basics of how to survive and of course battle tactics. Sometimes I do wonder if whatever passed down to Trixie from Lucifer and Maze will come to play in any f the future seasons. 

3x15 - High School Poppycock

In 3x15 Trixie was used as a humorous addition to the story where Chloe stays up all night but we also witness the maturity of the child as well. She dresses herself and she got up and ready without waiting for her mother to do anything for her. 

You may say that for her age that’s a given but like in 2x15 we see that Trixie has a very adult-like logic and in most cases, reaction to a lot of things. Unfortunately, like her mother, she also bottles up a lot of her feelings and refuses to let anyone realise how certain circumstances affect her until it’s too late. Do keep that in mind for both Trixie and Chloe in Season 4. 

3x16 - Infernal Guinea Pig

Trixie is mentioned 1 time.

3x17 - Let Pinhead Sing!

Trixie is not mentioned.

3x18 - The Last Heartbreak

In 3x18 the episode does affect Trixie but the most notable thing we see is how a little human girl can affect a Demon. Maze was always unyielding to emotion until Trixie came to her life. Like Chloe and Lucifer’s insistence to not be a shoe the same happened with Maze and Trixie. 

Ten episodes later since 3x08 the same story plays again but this time in the subplot of the series. A character rejects its true nature for what they believe they are. Lucifer uses sex and enforces himself to act indifferent to Chloe and any remaining feelis from 3x06 while in 3x18 we see Maze trying to do the same. She acts out and her lashing out to Dan eventually reaches Trixie but more directly than Lucifer’s actions do reach Chloe. 

3x19 - Orange Is the New Maze

Trixie is mentioned 3 times.

3x20 - The Angel of San Bernardino

In 3x20, we see Trixie has mostly recovered from Maze’s harsh words and house abandonment. And yet in the following gif we do see that the child understand more than she is willing to admit which makes things a bit weird for my liking. 

Trixie appears to have known to a degree that Lucifer and her mother were close after her parents were separated and yet by the end of the episode she does not appear to hold any grudge against our Devil. 

And here is the thing Trixie is open to both her parents dating and being happy with other people and no matter what happens she always seems extremely loyal to Lucifer. Even in 3x08 she could see that Chloe and Lucifer  were good for each other and yet the fact hat she was there to care for her mother in that state troubled me, like a lot. 

3x21 - Anything Pierce Can Do I Can Do Better

Moving on to 3x21... Bottling up your feelings never ends well but in Trixie’s case, she just refuses to deal with the issue something that Chloe says it will take time. That alone gives us an opening on what might happen with the two characters in S4 but also poses a question that has not been explained so far. Why while Trixie was still mad with Maze, she accepted Marcus so easily after 3x20?

3x22 - All Hands on Decker

When 3x22 was aired and that scene came into play I was convinced that Trixie had been taken from the sleepover and had not willingly left. That might be true if we consider that A) There was a deleted scene where Marcus and Maze had a fight in LUX’s bathroom and that Marcus knew he would need a shield afterwards. Do not forget that Marcus had a silver tongue and could persuade people quite easily in order to get what he wanted. So I do believe that Trixie was forced to return home in 3x22. 

3x22 was also the last time we saw the child as the last two episodes were too packed as season and midseason finale’s often are. 

3x23 - Quintessential Deckerstar

Trixie is not mentioned.

3x24 - A Devil of My Word

Trixie is not mentioned.

3x25 - Boo Normal

Trixie is mentioned 1 time.

3x26 - Once Upon a Time

Trixie is not mentioned (aside from the lack of family in Dan’ s life) and does not exist.

Finally, I would like to add a thought concerning Trixie’s absence in 3x26 - Once Upon a Time. 

Chloe was born as a miracle but God’s decision to make her cross paths with Lucifer was made when John Decker was murdered when she was 18 years old. 

That means that Chloe’s Miracle status is not de facto the reason why Lucifer and Chloe were met. 

Following that logic, Chloe’s future and Trixie’s existence is part of God’s plan which we can speculate that is based on Chloe meeting Lucifer. That means in an extent that Trixie has a role in Lucifer’s involvement with Chloe which we should witness at some point in the next season/s. 

Why is that?

Because Trixie’s existence didn’t fit the original plan that had Chloe never meeting Lucifer meaning where God had no involvement, therefore, we can assume that Trixie is a product of God’s grand plan for Lucifer and Chloe on some degree. 

If all the above is true then why did God blessed Penny and John? 

Well, there are many different scenarios but I like to think that Penny’s infertility or difficulty to conceive had to do with a certain kind of ancestry* that made John and Penny incompatible and thus they needed a stronger angel, the Firstborn, to bless them. That’s, of course, a non-spoiler based speculation. We shall see I guess...

*That does not make Lucifer and Chloe related in any way. Lucifer in 3x01 has revealed that there are other celestial beings as well as supernatural beings that roam the Earth/Universe. 

This is the end of There is something about Trixie Season Three.

[deathbyvalentine]

My Entry for my Creative Writing Portfolio. 

There were places in the world with a long memory. Places where even the soil has blood; where the landscape has a pulse. These places could leave a mark. Nobody got out unscathed, if they got out at all. Farms who were worked by the same family, generation after generation, members never venturing further than their own rolling fields. Towns that sat squatly between towns almost identical to each other, hot and bored. Houses, half-ruined, impossible to tell from a glance if they had occupants or not. Until a curtain twitched. The churches were the worst of all, God carried like a disease passed through guilt and preaching.The people who had grown up in these places, they wore it like a bleeding heart on their sleeve, even if they moved. Even if they escaped.

Rose, well, you could smell the southern heat on her a mile off. It was in the way her fingers twitched constantly; the way her eyes never quite met yours, the way her smile was always a little too late.

One of those small towns had claimed her sister, and she had only just managed to avoid it claiming her. She lived in a city now, and she liked it immensely. She liked the constant rush of traffic, the grey of the concrete buildings and the shimmer of the highrise offices made of glass. She liked the anonymity, how even the barista she bought a coffee from (black, too much sugar) every morning didn’t remember her name. She liked that her boyfriend wore a suit like thousands of other workers, and his hands were never calloused. She liked that he didn’t remind her of a father, or a boy she grew up with. He did not wear the scars of a small town and he couldn’t recognise hers, couldn’t point to them on a map. Did she love him? As much as she felt she could love anyone perhaps. It wasn’t deep love. It wasn’t the type of love you would kill or die for. It was the type of love you would marry or divorce for. And indeed, on her finger she wore an engagement ring, and sometimes she marvelled at the very normality of it, at the proof it provided that she was both lovable enough and sensible enough to marry.

The phone rang early on Saturday afternoon. The sound was shrill and Rose looked up from her book, startled. One of the few quirks that her fiance found endearing rather than bewildering was her insistence on having a landline rather than just a cellphone. She liked the idea of putting down roots, of grounding her life in wires and electricity. She liked how very rarely it rang.

Rose picked up the phone, and held it to her ear. There was a crackle on the line, the sound a little distant. A pause, and then -

“Hey Rose. It’s been a while. Like… Half a decade a while.” The voice was familiar, warm, and completely unwelcome. Rose pressed the phone closer to her ear, twisted the wire around her fingers over and over again.

“Elsie?”

“That’s right sweetcheeks.” Elsie breathed out, amused, and Rose could hear her shifting on the end of the line. “Bet you never thought you’d hear from me again.”

“Yes, well, no, I mean - “

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t want to call you either. But I had to.”

“Oh Gods, you’re not dying are you?” Rose’s mind, as usual, went to the worst possible conclusion, flashing through scenes of sterile hospital rooms and beeping monitors.

“Fuck no. You wish. No, actually, it’s about something else.” There was a long pause, and something heavy settled on Rose’s stomach. She didn’t want to hear what came next. She wanted to hang up now, and go back to her book of comforting fairy tales, and forget all about Elsie. But she didn’t. She stayed. “It’s- It’s Vanessa’s grave. It’s been moved. We think it’s empty again.”

*

What do you call a body that doesn’t know it’s dead?

Her name was Vanessa, and once, she had been shining. It was customary for the older sibling to be the inspiration, the object of envy, but it was never that way for Rose. Vanessa was her younger sibling, and she was perfect. Rose loved her as much as she envied her; adored her as much as she hated herself. Vanessa had the attention of all that stumbled across her, for better or worse. When she had gotten sick, her bedroom had been like a saint’s tomb, constantly filled with flowers and fruit, the girl herself looking like something from a Pre-Raphaelite painting in her deathbed.

Rose had not wanted her to die. Rose held her tight and wiped sweat from her feverish skin. Rose spooned soup into her rapidly diminishing body. Rose stopped her from biting her tongue when the fits came. And Rose went to a crossroads, burying a box of blood and bone and library dust, willing to make a deal with any being that came across it. It hadn’t worked. She had died while Rose was at school. The entire town had came to the funeral, the small whitewashed building filled until it smelt of sweat and linen. She had been buried in the churchyard with some saccharine verse inscribed on an angel-clad headstone. Rose could only remember the ordeal in flashes of sensation and scent. The smell of old perfume: the touch of an old lady's hand to hers: the sun burning the back of her neck.

She remembered the third night after the funeral clearly though. How she had left her window open hoping to tempt in a breeze from the static night. How she had been unable to sleep, the sheets of her bed tangling around her legs like vines. How she had finally given up, and sat up, glancing out her window to see her sister standing on the lawn, bathed in moonlight. How her and Elsie had buried her again, this time with coins slipped into her mouth and into her palms, coaxing the girl back into her coffin. They had left bricks on top of her coffin, and spat into their handshake, swearing not to tell anyone. Not ever.

*

It was very almost a beautiful day. The sky was a searing blue. The fields a blinding yellow blur as she drove past them. The day would fade with spectacular blood-reds and desperate oranges. It never died quietly around here; it went out in a riot of aggressive colour. For now, the sky remained stubbornly bright.

The town, when she finally made it within the boundaries, was exactly how she remembered it. Perhaps different storefronts were boarded up, perhaps it was different drunks sitting on benches staring into their clutched paper bags, but the air couldn’t change. Elsie seemed the same too, if taller, a little more filled out. Her dark skin shone with sweat from the oppressive sun. Her curls pulled back from her face to show those eyes that so uncannily mirrored the skies above. It had been their eyes that had brought them together. Hers sky, Rose’s forest. Witches eyes, Elsie had whispered excitedly, voice full of fireworks.

There was something new though, and Rose felt an irrational dislike immediately. He was tall, an easy smile painted across a handsome face, and she knew he would drawl before he even greeted her. Elsie introduced him as a ‘friend’, her arm tucked intimately around his waist, and he introduced himself as ‘Lee’. His father’s name, she knew. Even if he was new to this dynamic, he was not new to this town, and his father was often one of the drunks to be found sitting on the benches. She remembered him from high school, a few years ahead of the girls, bruises blooming like poisonous flowers across his body.

He was unwelcome here, in the space between her and her best friend. It was even more unwelcome when he opened his soft-pink mouth and said her sister’s name with no reverence, no worship.

“So, you’re the famous Rose right of RoseAndVanessa fame? Elsie never shuts up about you. Rose this, Rose that. Like you’re a goddess or something.”

“I’m not a goddess.” She stated, firmly, cutting him off as he opened his mouth again. There were gods in this world, she had seen them. They lived in all the deep dark spaces. They fed off belief and fear. They did not appreciate comparison.

“Well Elsie worships you.” Rose looked at her, and Elsie shrugged, lighting a cigarette and raising it to her lips.

“She shouldn’t.”

He shrugged too, echoing her gesture easily. “Anyway. So we have to sort out a zombie?”

*

The churchyard was up a hill, covered with sparse trees that allowed the moonlight to seep through. All magic had to be done by moonlight, starlight or candlelight. Even dark magic. In her bag, slung across her shoulders she carried candles, salt, coins, a knife. As they walked, she picked flowers to clasp in her hands - snowdrops, violets, bluebells. All the other early blooming and early dying flowers. Lee carried a shovel across his shoulders. Elsie carried nothing but her cigarettes and her lipstick. Rose crossed herself as she entered the churchyard, and Lee copied her, though Elsie did not.

Sure enough, the soil was loose and disturbed on Vanessa’s grave. She let it run through her fingers, closing her eyes for just a moment. Grief did not go away. It only waited. Then it crashed into you over and over again, in small moments and big, when you least and most expected. For a minute, it robbed her of her breath, her lungs caught in a vice of memory and guilt. And then, it passed, as it always did, and she straightened up, brushing the dirt from her palms. She laid out the items in a semi-circle, crossed her legs and waited, the other two flanking her. Midnight came and went. The real witching hour comes when you have forgotten what time it is, whether it is late or early. And when Rose’s eyes were drooping; when Elsie had laid her head in Lee’s lap, that’s when she felt it. Nothing huge, a touch at the back of the neck, the air a little colder. She opened her eyes, and saw Vanessa at the gate, as expected. Still in the skirt she was buried in, skin still clean and somehow whole. Her eyes were empty of colour, and there was dirt under her nails, the pink polish chipped.

Unexpectedly, there was something with her. A shadowed hand on her shoulder. It seemed to absorb the moonlight, none of its details thrown into relief by the silver. A silhouette is all that remained: one showing wicked curved horns and strong shoulders. The exception, of course were it’s eyes. They glittered like beetles backs, and focused on her. She felt that gaze down to her toes, a hot flush of self-consciousness. Lee spluttered behind her, and Elsie for once was silent.

“What do you wish this time, Rose Peters?” Its voice was not loud, but it carried unnaturally. She walked forward, trying to seem less afraid than she was. She did not want to feed it her fear.

“I wish for you to let my sister rest.”

It mused on this for a long moment. She gazed at it, watching the fluidity of it’s movements, too graceful to be anything approaching human.

“But Rose Peters, was it not you that called on me to stir her from her rest? Did you not appreciate my gift?”

Suddenly, it was in front of her, clutching her chin in a hand that had claws. She knew tomorrow she would wake with bruises decorating her jaw. She kept it’s gaze.

“I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Ignorance is no excuse.”

“You’re right.”

Another long silence. “If you can give me an acceptable price, I will retrieve my gift, and return your sister to her grave.” It released her chin, and looked around her to her two trembling friends. It glanced at her, as though in disdain. “This is the gift you offer?” It returned to Vanessa.

“My gift is myself.” Her voice was almost carried away on the wind.

“A life for a life. I am not asking you to return her to her grave. I’m asking you to return her to life. In return, I will stay with you. I will be your servant, your devotee.” She was not afraid of it. She would feed it on other things. These gods, they feed on devotion. “I will leave this place and go to wherever you exist. For eternity, if I have to.” Two gasps behind her, that were so easily ignored.

It tilted its head. She was being considered. She held her head high.

“I accept your gift. I will collect in three days time. Say your goodbyes. Your life is over.”