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bella-rose29 · 15 days ago

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episode 8 commentary - Not the Eternal

final episode :(

swearing and spoilers for the books and show

also I wrote this months and months ago and no I will not be rereading so I'm just as surprised as you are for whatever is in this

not the way the light is buzzing while the camera spins around!!!

lockwood please go to therapy so you can start handling your emotions better

I love that he just gets changed into another suit and not comfy clothes

I WONT GIVE UP ON YOU LOCKWOOD

omg you're opening up about your feelings and admitting that you wanted to be at the bottom of the thames??? well done!!! (you still need to see a therapist though I'll do it for free if you can't afford it)

I want ruby to read CBeebies bedtime stories because the way that she narrates Mary Dulac's writings is amazing

omg idk if it means anything but the bone glass being a 'window' and George seeing Bickerstaff's face in the window and punching it??? am I stretching or is that a very sneaky link???

"where the hell is George" he's with the woman that's definitely in some sort of weird i-want-to-groom-you-relationship with him

yeah she needs you but not in the way you think

skull is such a snarky arse and I love it

"too busy playing the happy couple" yes they were although they were more like a married couple going through a rough patch

"it had to be here" because there's nobody to hear you scream then George

kipps omg no

Georgie yes slay that ghost

Joplin why do you just carry around the second knife that's very obvious of you

"I'd never be that nice to you" pfft

"let's kick in the doors, like we're really cool and know what we're doing" YES THANK YOU LOCKWOOD FOR VOICING WHAT ALL OF US WANT TO DO AND WHY

go on bobby

"what's the secret weapon?" "she is" power move from a husband supporting his wife

"and I'm Anthony bloody lockwood" YES YOU ARE

"this isn't a park, it's a graveyard" "then let's bury them" ICONIC LINE FROM HUSBAND

ned you got this

bobby you got this don't let the ginger woman beat you

is it bad I kinda wanna pin lockwood to a pillar

Kat come on you're a badass bitch don't let anyone tell you otherwise

skull why are you so cryptic and so literal at the same time

Georgie no

Georgie academics are not always nice like you are

he did want to see more but not unconsensually

yes you do know that knife Georgie is it all coming together now

DONT YOU HURT MY LOCKWOOD WINKMAN

YES KAT KICK HER IN THAT GRAVE

YES KAT KNOCK HIM OUT

"that bastard had a plan" "a suicidal one" "That tends to be a feature of all my best plans" lockwood honey-

"to save my friends. and kipps" pfft I love that he went to move away and had to turn back to make the distinction

omg Georgie no

you are an oddball but that's why we love you

omg Lucy called him Georgie

I love that Lucy has a go at lockwood for being all "do what you want with me but leave her alone" and then she does the same thing with George 💀

lockwood your arrogance is showing (but also you absolutely beat golden blade twice)

DONT TALK ABOUT HIS PARENTS

DONT FUCKING SHOOT HIM

omg the thump when lockwood lands on the bottom of the catafalque has me on the floor 💀

poor skully

omg dying at that shot of lockwood standing up after falling down the catafalque

Lucy no

Georgie yes

GEORGE IS NOT STUPID YOU BITCH

I am quite sad we didn't get the glasses wearer representation from George where he looks into the bone glass and doesn't see shit because he's not wearing his glasses bc honestly same (I can't see shit without mine either)

YES LOCKWOOD SLAY THAT BITCH

"oh, and I got shot" love it

not the way Lucy is cradling lockwood's face when they go back up on the catafalque and he's just lying there like some sick victorian lady in a painting while she strokes his cheek

omg and she moves his arm and coat so that all limbs are inside the vehicle at all times

"I thought George would have told you" George didn't tell because they secretly love you really kipps

"just reckless enough" both iconic and he looks like a wet cat

his smile is so precious I love him

"you're alright, lockwood" despite the fact you poked me in the bum after beating me in a duel when we were younger

"It's a medical necessity, George, it doesn't mean a thing" lol

"I thought I'd killed him" bitch nothing can kill him but his wife leaving

omg them being a family

"lockwood almost died a thousand times, but... I think he's decided he's better off alive" OH MY GOD

skully :(

"it's incredibly rare. both of you are" OK LOVER BOY

*shoves a doughnut in George's mouth to get him to stop talking*

HE'S WEARING THE PINK SOCKS iconic

his hand when he opens that door omg I need to stop I'm too obsessed

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #belle's episode commentaries

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remussl0vers · 6 months ago

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

#requests #send as many as you want #pls

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givemea-dam-break · 2 years ago

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Lovely, that's what I hoped to hear🩷 absolutely love the stuff of yours that I have read so far, and I'll definitely read the test when I have time, but in the meantime i'm gonna leave this request: a george x reader, somewhat inspired by the "Flower" oneshot you wrote for Lockwood. I'm thinking they go to the Fittes Ball, and the reader goes shopping with lucy for dresses. And I'd love some flustered George who is just wholly overwhelmed by reader who is all dolled up in a pretty dress. And here you can maybe include some locklyle? Like Lockwood showering Lucy in compliments and being charming and confident as usual and reader hoped for a similar reaction from George but he just kinda says nothing bc he doesn't know how to handle himself. And they go to the ball and while lucy and lockwood go off to retrieve the book, reader and george just are kinda awkward until some guy (or someone we know, kipps or someone) comes up to reader and asks her to dance. And she jist goes with him bc while she is disappointed with georges reaction she is still determined to enjoy the evening. And maybe when they are about to leave George wants to get her and she dismisses it and says she's having a good time and she's coming home later. And when she comes home george is still awake and waiting for her in the kitchen and they have a little fight and some confessions 👀

Let me know if you like that idea! And thank you in advance if you decide to write it🩷

a/n: i love this idea so much!!! it’s going to go a little differently due to the fact that after the fittes ball, they have to go get the mirror, but i hope this has turned out ok as i've cut out a big chunk of the actual story to keep this moving lol. strap in because this is a long one <3 also can i just appreciate your username i love it

warnings: angst, mild language gn reader

"Best friends have correlating dresses. It's law, basically."

Lucy laughs at you, flicking through the dresses on the rack. "Is that so? I have to admit, I'm not great when it comes to clothes. You just pick for me."

Grinning, you show her the dress you've already picked out for her. It's simple, made of royal blue satin with flowy sleeves that bunch at the wrists, and it falls to what would be about mid-thigh. Lucy doesn't look entirely convinced, but when you show her the pair of sparkly tights, she smiles.

"It's part of the Lucy flair," you explain. "I have a pair of boots you can borrow to go with. I have the image in my mind."

"Alright, then," she says, taking the dress and tights from you. "What are you going to wear, Fashion Expert?"

"Hmm." You tap your finger on your lip before selecting a dress from the rack. Red, also satin, with fluttery capped sleeves and thin gold stitching in the shape of flowers at the hem. "What do you think? Red and blue - pretty iconic"

As you expected, Lucy shrugs. "You'll look pretty in it. You look pretty in everything."

"Thanks," you laugh. "Do you think he'll like it?"

"Who, George? I'm sure he will. Whether he tells you that is another story entirely."

"True."

The sad truth, really. As you both go up to the counter and purchase the dresses, you can only hope - dream, more like - that George will come out of his shell a little. He's not overly keen on the fact that he's coming to the Fittes Ball, but he agreed a little more easily when you said you could stick with him on the outskirts while Lockwood charms people until his socks blow off. You can't blame him for not wanting to come. He doesn't like people, really, and his thing is staying at home and sticking his nose in a book. If you guys weren't going to infiltrate the Black Library at Fittes for this book by Mary Dulac, he wouldn't be going at all, even with your promise.

On the walk back to Portland Row, you keep yourself talking, if only to keep the nerves away. If you're being honest, the whole prospect of breaking into Penelope Fittes' private library and stealing a book isn't what's making you sweat. It's the thought of George seeing you in a dress.

Most days are spent in pyjamas or your work clothes. There's nothing overly special about your faded jeans or ectoplasm-spotted jacket, not even your sturdy boots that you spent time making little embroidered patterns on. George has seen you at your worst - hair frizzed from sleep, crumbs left on your T-shirt, wearing socks with far too many holes in them, so the thought of dressing up for a special occasion makes you a little nervous. Will he think you look nice?

Lucy would scoff if you asked her that question. She'd say that you don't need a boy to find you pretty to be worth anything.

But George isn't just a boy. Not to you, anyways. He's much more than that.

The better part of the afternoon is spent getting ready. You fix Lucy up with a pair of your nicer boots and sit her down to put some makeup on her, for which she doesn't stay very still. Yeah, immediately after you're all going to go on a heist and steal back a very important mirror, but who's to say you both can't look good doing it?

George and Lockwood come in shortly after you've finished your own makeup, as well as styling yours and Lucy's hair, and you stop short, watching for George's reaction.

He's dressed in a nice black suit, with a white shirt and orange tie, and his hair is slightly neater than usual, but it suits him. Your heart flutters a little looking at him.

Lockwood, for his part, looks completely wonderstruck by Lucy, who watches him carefully. The tips of her ears are tinged pink.

"Luce, you look -" He clears his throat, and you hold back a smile. "You look great. Amazing, actually."

She presses her lips together, but you can see the smile tugging at the corners. "Thanks."

"Uh, I have something for you, if you'll accept it." From his pocket, he pulls out a thin silver chain on which a small gem glitters. "It belonged to someone close to me. I'd like for you to wear it."

Lucy takes it with gentle hands. "What if I lose it?"

"You have a pretty good track record with precious necklaces."

She laughs at that, looking over at you. You smile as you fasten the necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Lockwood."

His grin is confident, clearly bolstered by the fact that she accepted his gift. He keeps looking between her face and the glittering necklace.

Silence ensues, and your gaze travels over to George. He's standing there, staring at you with those gorgeous dark eyes of his, and for a moment, your heart feels like it's going to explode. You wonder what he'll say, if he likes the dress or not.

"I'll go check on the cab," he says before darting out of the room.

And, just like that, every piece of confidence you had dissipates and it feels as if you're a balloon with a hole poked in the side, slowly deflating. You should've expected it, really. George isn't the complimenting type, but you liked to hope that for once he might say something.

Swallowing your embarrassment at your failed hopes down, you plaster on a smile and turn to Lucy and Lockwood. "You're right, Lockwood. She does look amazing, doesn't she? Blue's her colour." You give a pointed look at the blue tie he wears, and notice he's even wearing blue socks.

The little detail makes you happy for Lucy, truly, but it doesn't make the hurt any less painful.

Lockwood smiles, but Lucy's quick to notice the expression hidden under your smile.

"Come on," she says. "We better get going."

The Fittes compound is bustling with people - wealthy socialites, young agents, supervisors, everyone dressed up in fancy clothes, sparkling in the twinkling lights. Music plays from every corner of the massive room in which the Ball is located, packed to the brim with people. Waiters breeze by with trays holding drinks and food. Lockwood plucks a flute of some sort of drink from a passing plate.

"Shall we make the rounds?"

Lucy groans. "Posh people and small talk. The worst form of torture."

George makes a sound of agreement but doesn't speak. Beside him, you shuffle awkwardly, clasping your hands behind your back.

"Plan still the same as earlier?" you ask Lockwood. "You and Lucy find the book while me and George stay to - what was it you said?"

"Mingle," Lucy says in a mocking tone. You've half a mind to believe she's done it to make you laugh.

"Just keep the attention off of our absence," Lockwood says. "Kipps probably expects the worst of us tonight."

"He asked you to this, didn't he?" Lucy asks you. "Won't be much of a problem to keep him distracted. Just dance with him or something."

Tension snaps in the air. Beside you, George doesn't say anything but his hands twitch a little bit.

You shrug. "Probably won't dance with anyone tonight. But I'll make conversation. I'm good at that."

Soon, Lucy and Lockwood split off from you and George. The two of you slowly drift towards the edge of the party, out of the tightly packed crowd of old people with expensive-smelling perfume and cologne. Once or twice, you almost choke on the strong scent.

George keeps close to the wall, watching the crowd carefully, while you stand a foot or two away, arms crossed over your stomach.

Truthfully, you'd love to be dancing. It's not so much about the party or even the music, but who you'd like to be dancing with and how it'd probably be the only time you ever get to do anything remotely like it with him. But here you stand, staring out at the few couples with the bustle that are shuffling together, grinning.

"Thanks for coming tonight," you say to George, trying to make conversation. Usually, it comes easily, and you can find anything to speak to him about, but it's strained now. "I'm not sure I'd be a great distraction on my own."

George shifts slightly. "I'm not sure about that. You've got a fan coming over now."

You try to ignore the hint of irritation in his voice. He's allowed to be irritated - about coming to the party, at least. This really isn't his scene. But if he's mad that someone else asked you to go with them, he's got no right. He's made no effort.

But, he's right about one thing. Quill Kipps is making a bee-line right for you.

"(name)," he says upon reaching you. "Karim. Where are the other two?"

Plastering on a sweet smile, you say, "It's Lucy and Lockwood. They've been making mooney eyes at each other a lot recently. I wouldn't be surprised if they're off dancing somewhere."

"And what about you? I can't imagine that you like just standing on the outskirts of the party."

"You don't know me as well as you think you do, Kipps," you say. "In fact, I have company that is far more preferable than you."

Kipps glances back at George. "Yes, you look like you're both having the times of your lives. Well, I only came over to ask you if you'd perhaps come dance with me. If not, Bobby Vernon has asked me to suggest he be your partner."

"Bobby? Isn't he, like, twelve? And aren't you twenty, or something? Both options sound positively strange."

"It's just a dance."

You look over at George, who's watching the encounter carefully with narrowed eyes. He rubs the lenses of his glasses on his orange tie.

You've made a promise to stick with him at this party, and you don't intend to break it. No matter how disappointed you feel that he didn't even say something like You look pretty when he saw you in your dress, it doesn't entitle you to leave him.

"Sorry, Kipps, to both of those generous offers. Like I said, my company is much more enjoyable."

He takes the rejection better than you thought he would, but soon it's just you and George again.

"You should've gone and danced with him," George says after a while, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Otherwise you've bought that dress for no reason."

You're not sure why that comment makes your skin flush hot with anger, but it does. You bought the dress to feel pretty in, not just for George but for yourself. It wasn't for no reason. Crossing your arms over your chest, you turn away from him. If you look at him any longer, you're worried angry tears will start prickling your eyes.

"Well, then maybe I will go dance with Kipps. You don't seem overly interested in conversation with me, anyways."

"Fine."

Maybe you expected him to put up a little more of a fight. Maybe that's why, once more, you feel your body deflate a little. You don't spare him another look as you trudge through the crowd until you find Kipps.

"Oh, (name), hello again."

"I've rethought your offer," you say. "I'll have that dance if you're not busy."

He's not your preferred partner, but it was starting to get stifling standing with George when you had so much you wanted to say. Kipps at least tells you what's on his mind.

For example, "Karim seems pretty unhappy with your decision to dance with me."

"He doesn't tell me what I can or can't do."

How ironic. He has in fact told you to dance with Kipps, and here you are, obeying like a dog on a lead. You scowl at the thought.

"You look nice," Kipps says. "Red suits you. And your hair looks nice."

"Thank you." It's sad that the only compliment you've gotten beyond Lucy's is from Kipps. Even then, you're not sure how to feel about it. He's old in a teenager's terms.

"If looks could kill, I think I'd be dead."

You turn your gaze, eyes catching George's distant figure, but he's looking at a little book he'd stashed in his suit pocket just before leaving.

Looking away, you try to keep the sadness out of your voice. "Stop messing with me. I'm trying to enjoy this party. I'm standing in the same building as Penelope Fittes. This is a big moment for me."

Even then, it's clear to even Kipps that the enthusiasm just isn't there.

A flash of blue catches the corner of your eye, and you see Lucy waving as discreetly as she can.

"Thanks for the dance," you say, offering him the best smile you can muster.

Kipss grabs your wrist as you make to walk away. "Be careful with Karim, okay? I know our teams don't get on, but that doesn't mean I want to see you get hurt because you want something he can't offer you."

For a moment, you just look at him. Finally, you say, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

The bone glass is gone. Pamela Joplin is no longer a threat. The ghost of Edmund Bickerstaff is no more. Lockwood's bullet wound has been treated. George and Lucy are safe.

And yet...

Sitting at the kitchen table the following morning, you scribble away at the thinking cloth. After the events of last night - the Fittes Ball, the 'Battle of Kensal Greene' as it's now known - you couldn't sleep, so you've sat here all night, scratching away at all the swirly shapes on the cloth. Really, you should throw it out and replace it, but there are a few funny drawings you've recently drawn that you'd like to preserve a while longer.

The stairs leading down to the kitchen creak, but you don't move. There's only one person it could be.

Lockwood is sleeping off his bullet wound, and Lucy is up in the attic having a nap.

George steps through the door, shutting it softly behind him, but you don't look up at him. Instead, you take an angry bite out of your toast.

"Is that my egg cup you're using?"

"Yup."

Usually, he would've made a little scene out of this because, typically, it's Lockwood that uses his egg cup and the two of them love causing a scene. But he doesn't say anything; he only makes himself a cup of tea and some toast before sitting across from you.

It's silent for a while. You're not sure what to say, so you opt to keep scribbling on the thinking cloth. The most recent doodle you've made is of you and Lucy as stick figures, which is nothing compared to the sketches she's got pinned up in your shared room in the attic.

"So, last night."

You don't bother to look up. "What about it?"

"You dancing with Kipps?" His tone is cautious.

"Me and Kipps?" You scowl at the hidden implication. "He's, what, twenty-something? I'm a teenager. That's gross."

"No, I know, I didn't mean that. I just meant you two dancing together."

"No one else was going to dance with me. Well, other than Bobby Vernon, and he's about half my height."

George is quiet for a moment. "I just..."

The sigh that leaves your lips is exasperated, to say the least. "You just what, George? You're usually very straight to the point, so I'd like to know what said point is."

You know you're being harsh, but all of your emotions feel frayed from not sleeping and the boil-over from yesterday. You're still frustrated about it.

"I didn't like seeing him dance with you."

"Well, you don't really get a say in it, seeing as you didn't speak to me most of the night, and when you did you were telling me to go and dance with him. Seems a little confusing, right?"

"I didn't know how to say what I wanted to," he says, frowning. "Seeing you in your dress... I don't know. I don't know how to say it now."

"Oh, I have an idea: (name), you look pretty. Four words. Four words, George! I get it - you struggle to say things when you get overwhelmed, but I would've appreciated something as simple as that. I didn't need you to dance with me, or to give me a necklace that belonged to someone dear to you, or even wear a tie that matches my dress. I just needed four words. Three if you take out my name!"

"It isn't that easy! My throat closes up around you, and I forget how to speak."

"You're speaking fine right now."

"Yeah, because we're arguing. You're not standing in front of me looking like you've been blessed by some god."

You blink, stunned. "Well, I suppose that's one way to put it."

"I could put it a million different ways in my head, but I just can't say them." He won't look at you. In fact, he's taken his glasses off. "(name), I've never felt like this before, and it's hard to vocalise any of it. Last night I was - well, a lot of it was spent trying to figure out how to word it all without embarrassing myself. Like - like, I enjoy mornings with you before Lucy and Lockwood get up - well, most mornings - and we just talk about anything. You listen to me about things you probably don't care about."

"I do so care about Jonathan Fro-yo's books -"

"Jonathon Arroyo, you mean." There's a little smile on his face. He's fiddling with his fingers. "But that's beside the point. There are a lot of things I like about you or enjoy doing with you, I just don't know how to say it all."

Watching him for a moment, you decide to take a leap. "Would it make it easier if I told you I am hopelessly head over heels for you? Those mooney eyes Lockwood and Lucy are always doing? I'm also a culprit of it, but you're the source."

The glasses are back on, and you have to admire the way his hair flops over his forehead in messy curls when he turns to look at you abruptly. Those entrancing dark eyes of his widen in shock.

"You're telling me you couldn't guess? George Karim, perhaps your research skills aren't quite on par with what you think they are."

He smiles, a little less subdued this time, and your heart soars at the sight. "I'll try my best to talk from now on," he promises. "But it gets hard. All I ask is that you understand that."

"So, am I correct in assuming you like me back? Because if I've just admitted that I'm crazy about you and you don't even feel the same, I'll be mortified."

"I do," he says. "And you did look pretty last night. Beyond pretty."

It's not much, but it's a start, and you're willing to work on it.

#george karim x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #george karim #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #x reader #fanfiction #george cubbins #givemea-dam-break

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delicatebluebirdruins · 2 months ago

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the whispering skull reread

some of these notes will be added to my revision card glossary that I spent *mumbles* a lot of time and effort making

Page 28 "If our paths cross again we'll go ahead"

page 40 "Dark Spectre in Epping Forest and Shining Boy in Upminster"

page 43 mama good job- Lockwood's parents haunt the house and him

page 49 I love the Skull

page 53 Fittes having their own private furnace... I wonder if they actually use it

page 59 Saunders description

page 61 Stepney phantasm

page 64 George and Joplin bonding and Lucy being bored

page 79 I really want the sensitives to form a fanclub for Lucy

page 80 jealousy thine name is lucy

(24th October) page 88 realising the coffin is made of iron is so good good 117 oh no who stole the mirror? (I do like the show having them find out without being told)

page 137 "You only have to look at people to arouse their savage rage" lmao

page 152 "died of fright" I love the second casualty of the boneglasse's power

Page 158 hello jealous Lucy welcome back

page 166 "Flo Bones annoyed me" comes through loud and clear

25th October

169 "Mists swirled, the new night darkened round us. Ghosts came"

171 George and the garden hose

184 "you know about Lockwood's old master? my surpise (and mild resentment) was evident in my voice"

213 "is it just me or do bad things happen to people who have anything to do with Bickerstaff?" not just you Lockwood

216 actual use of Tom O'Shadows

224 George your ears... "death is fugitive" love this quote

229 Lockwood's shorts are so funny

232 Portland Mews incident? I wonder what happened there

26th October

235 "George is suffering" really Lucy? you don't say

238 Lockwood sensing the Skull speaking but not hearing it is great

242 "it was brief, pungent and to the point" what did he say

246 lmao George

252 Lockwood's smile

257 them not telling Lucy they were bringing the Skull is still really shitty

270 "George was between us. We protected him on either side"

276 "Give us back our bones"

278 Kipps is here

290 Bickerstaff demanding information from Wilberforce

292 Fucking Shaw

308 Lucy thinking Winkman killed Carver is still very strange (Occam's Razor isn't always right)

313 catacomb or ossuary 314 FLO!

321 "his friend Joplin has been here for the last two hours"

325 it's the necklace! "pretty silverlinks, with a small diamond suspended as a pendant"

327 "Silver- jacketed flunkies, identical down to the dimples in their chins..."

328 what happened to Grace Peel?... heels? worn by Lucy? and "sleek haired, sleek-faced men" and child waiters (why)

330 "You look terrific, Luce. You might have been born to this."

334 Long Hugh Henratty and conversation about George's sticky fingers when he is displeased

27 Oct

342 "you are their inspiration" looking over the quote as type this up I wonder how much the Orpheus Society really knew

355 "I was trying not to think of upstairs either"

363 glad they gave Mrs Winkman the line "has so exercised the men..."

367 Lockwood? who are you thinking of?

375 "he's shot his way through on the upside that's one less for us" optimistic Lucy

385 hilarious Lockwood "If you judge success by the number of enemies you make, that was a highly successful evening"

391 fininshed the Confessions of Mary Dulac

398 worried Lockwood

408 not the time guys

415 hello? what's wrong with ghost

428 jinkies my glasses

430 Joplin praising them for finding and reading the Dulac book is so funny

438 what you deserve Skull

443 Suck it Bickerstaff

447 I LOVE Lucy describing Lockwood here

453 Kipps speach is so, so good.

456 Legend "at that distance, I'm totally short-sighted. I couldn't see a thing"

458 I want to read the newspaper articles in full (all the ones in the series)

462 Clever George asking questions

464 DEPRAC mole

467-470 secret room time

#lockwood and co #george cubbins #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #the whispering skull reread #lockwood library #if i repeat myself then sorry #posting this one first because of the reread #none of this intellegent and I need a better system for making these kinds of notes other than random pieces of scrap paper

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throuple-tournament · 6 months ago

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These are the throuples that are currently in the tournament in alphabetical order by media. The bolded ones have no description and the italicised ones have no image (Last Updated 15th December 2024):

3 Will Be Free: Neo, Shin and Miw

A Chorus of Dragons: Kihrin D'mon, Janel Theranon and Teraeth

Agents of Shield: Jemma Simmons, Leopold Fitz and Daisy "Skye" Johnson

Arrow: Oliver Queen, John Diggle and Felicity Smoak

The Bad Guys: Snake, Wolf and Diane

Berserk: Guts, Casca and Griffith

Boy Meets World: Cory Matthews, Shawn Hunter and Topanga Lawrence

Dead Boy Detectives: Crystal Palace, Edwin Paine and Charles Roland

Doctor Who: 12th Doctor, Missy and Clara

Ferris Bueller's Day Off: Ferris, Sloan and Cameron

The Golden Girls: Dorothy Zbornak, Blanche Devereaux and Rose Nylund

Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill, Richard Rider and Gamora

Ice Age: Manny, Sid and Diego

The Infernal Devices: Will, Tessa and Jem

Jane Eyre: Bertha Mason, Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester

Jurassic Park: Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler and Ian Malcolm

Keroro Gunso AKA Sgt Frog: Giroro, Dororo and Keroro

Kim Possible: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Monique

The Kingkiller Chronicle: Bast, The Chronicler and Kvothe

The Kingkiller Chronicle: Kvothe, Willem and Simmon

Lockwood & Co: Quill Kipps, Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood

Love Me To Death: Mercedes, Victor, and Enrique

Luca: Giulia, Luca and Alberto

Lupin III: Arsene Lupin III, Daisuke Jigen and Ishikawa Goemon XIII

The Man From U.N.C.L.E.: Gaby Teller, Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin

MASH: Hawkeye Pierce, Bj Hunnicut and Peg Hunnicut

Mass Effect: Garrus, Tali and Shepard

Merrily We Roll Along: Frank, Charlie and Mary

Mo Dao Zu Shi: Jin Guangyao, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue

Monarch: Legacy of Monsters: Keiko, Bill and Lee

The Mortal Instruments: Jace, Clary and Simon

Nancy Drew: Nancy Drew, George Fayne and Ned Nickerson

The Phantom of the Opera: Erik, Raoul de Chaligny and Christine Daaé

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Dorian Gray, Basil Hallward and Lord Henry

Pinky and the Brain: The Brain, Pinky and Phar Fignewton

Pokémon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald/Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire/Adventures: Maxie, Archie and Matt

Pokémon Scarlet/Violet: Clavell, Sada and Turo

Pokémon X/Y: Calem, Shauna and Serena

The Princess Bride: Fezzik, Inigo and Wesley

Project Sekai: Rui Kamishiro, Shizuku Hinomori and Tsukasa Tenma

The Road Within: Vincent, Marie and Alex

Romeo & Juliet: Romeo, Rosaline and Juliet

Sherlock & Co: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, and Mariana Ametxazurra

Shrek: Donkey, Shrek and Fiona

Shugo Chara: Tadase, Amu and Ikuto

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas: Sinbad, Proteus and Marina

Six of Crows: Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa and Kaz Brekker

Star Wars: Leia Organa, Han Solo and Chewbacca

Static Shock: Richie Foley, Virgil Hawkins and Daisy Watkins

Stranger Things: Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byer

Ted Lasso: Roy Kent, Keeley Jones and Jamie Tartt

Tokyo Ghoul: Seidou Takizawa, Akira Mado and Koutarou Amon

Totally Spies!: Clover, Alex and Sam

Transformers: Ratchet, Rodimus Prime and Drift

Twelfth Night: Viola/Cesario, Olivia and Duke Orsino

Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun: Suzuki Iruma, Asmodeus Alice and Valac Clara

White Collar: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke and Elizabeth Burke

Wings of Fire: Clearsight, Sunstreak and LeafWing

Winx Club: Stormy, Icy and Darcy

Winx Club: Stella, Bloom and Flora

Yentl: Anshel, Avigdor and Hadass

Y: The Last Man: Dr. Allison Mann, Yorick Brown and Agent 355

Zero Escape/Zero Time Dilemma: Carlos, Junpei Tenmyouji, and Akane Kurashiki

Feel free to submit descriptions for any of these throuples, even if they're already bolded!

#throuple #tournament

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therunwayarchive · 17 days ago

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Best of Milan Fashion Week Spring 2023 (Part 1)

GCDS

Gucci

Hui

Marco Rambaldi

Matty Bovan

Moschino

Sportmax

Vaishali S

Versace

Vivetta

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 8 months ago

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Question 3

I need to update my crossover masterlist and I have some of them written down but sos send help on what I'm missing

@the-witching-ash

Descendants

Fabian x Ace

Fabian x Lawson

Fabian & Honey

Edmund x Ace

Edmund x Cosette

Edmund x Anissa

Fabian x Cosette

Raphael x Cosette

Glee

Henry x Sadie

Henry x May

Andrew x Carla

Andrew x/& Kath

Andrew & Oz

Andrew & Cece

Andrew x/& Cole

Elphie & Carla

Billy x Cole

Mary x Mimi

Gilmore Girls

Grace x Vicki

Floyd x Vicki

Eileen x Vicki

Vance x Emmeline

Hunger Games

Raymond x Callisto

Raymond x Apollo

Raymond x Amor

Raymond x Jude

@cecexwrites

Descendants

Quinn x Ace

Ismene x Ace

Ismene x Cosette

Quinn x Cosette

Aleks x Cosette

Gossip Girl

Finn & Evie

Tinsley & Evie

Covey & Theo

Finn & Theo

Tinsley & Theo

Mimi & Coco

Covey & Nolan

@manyfandomocs

Descendants

Gabe & Cosette

Glee

Ashton x Cole

Steve & Tegan

Gossip Girl

Wesley x Kyla

Wesley

Hunger Games

Deryn x Bellona

Deryn x Marisol

Misc

Vincent & Mercy

@ginevrastilinski-ocs

Descendants

Jax x Cosette

Glee

Betty & Kipp

Hunger Games

Callie & Lacey

Callie & Alton

Lucian x/& Kinsley

Jericho & Sarina

#maddie talks

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killerfrostisme · 2 years ago

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A/N- This is a cute fic I wrote that takes place during those few months between TCS and TEG. It was supposed to be short but the story ran away with me XD

It had been an extremely difficult case.

It started off as a simple case so Lucy and Lockwood had decided to go for it alone. The client’s descriptions had given hints of nothing more than a Type One so it hadn’t made sense for Holly and George (and by extension, Kipps) to come along. About midway through they realised that there were two ghosts (a demure Type One and an angry Type Two), one of them being a murdered girl and the other the murderer, her jilted lover who in a fit of sadness had committed suicide after slitting the girl’s throat. They had had to rely thoroughly on Lucy’s Listening ability and Lockwood’s fencing capabilities to be able to locate and contain the source (a bloodstained embroidered handkerchief) and were heavily emotionally and physically exhausted. Lucy just wanted to forget that the stupid night had happened and collapse onto her bed and fall into dreamless sleep.

“How are you, Lucy?” Lockwood’s quiet voice broke her out of the drowsy trance she was falling into. They had staggered in through the house, trying to stay quiet for George’s sake, and flung themselves onto chairs in the kitchen, and were now nursing individual cups of hot tea before bed. Lockwood had turned the radio on-claiming it would help get their minds off the case-and a popular upbeat pop song from a few years ago was playing softly in the background.

“I’m fine,” she said, giving him a small smile.

“Luce," he murmured, reaching over the table to clasp her hand, with both of his. "It was quite an awful case as it is and we were grossly unprepared, and that girl getting in your head wouldn’t have helped one bit, so I need to know if you’re okay.” He finished his speech, by looking deeply into her eyes and definitely not causing little butterflies to flutter around in her stomach.

It had taken a toll on her. But Lucy had become better at handling intense cases and somehow it just seemed easier with him beside her. Her grogginess earlier was already dissipating and she had a sneaking suspicion it was because her body was trying every trick in the book to stay with him for as long as possible.

"I'm okay." She whispered, gently, covering their joined hands with her own. "Seriously."

"That's good to know," he said, flashing her his special smile, the one he reserved just for her. Out of his entire repertoire of smiles, this one was by far her favourite. Apart from the obvious fact that it was chartered for her, it was her favourite because it was free of pretence. Gentle, hesitant and completely unguarded.

The pop melodies on the radio switched to the lilting opening bars of a decades old soft rock song. It was one of Lucy’s favourite songs when she was growing up in the north. It was one of the few happy memories she had of her home, of spinning around in their poky little sitting room with her sister, Mary. As the vocals began, her entire being filled up with nostalgia, and perhaps it was this emotion that made her get up from the table and stick her hand out, palm facing upwards, in front of Lockwood.

Lockwood raised his eyebrows and flashed a surprised grin at her. “Lucy Joan Carlyle, are you asking me to dance?”

“Why yes, Anthony J Lockwood,” she said, mockingly putting her hand over her chest. “Was that not obvious?”

“I don’t know if I can accept,” he replied, tapping his fingers against his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Traditionally, isn't the gentleman supposed to ask the lady to dance?”

“It’s the twenty-first century,” she said, grabbing his hand and hauling him to his feet. “Traditions be damned.”

In an almost coy manner, he placed his hand on her waist and she on his shoulder. He clasped her other hand and began to lead them in a simple waltz.

Of course the posh prat can dance, she thought as she followed his lead. He was probably born with a silver spoon in his mouth and tap dancing shoes on his feet! It wasn’t surprising really, considering Lockwood was as lithe and graceful as a panther while fencing, so it would be natural he'd be a wonderful dancer as well.

As if reading her mind, Lockwood smiled and said quietly:-“My mother taught me to dance, in this very kitchen actually. I haven’t really danced since her death and I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it.” he continued, wistfully.

“Well,” said Lucy, after a moment’s pause, “I’m sure she’d be very happy with your dancing progress. You dance beautifully, Lockwood.”

“Thanks, Luce.” He smiled gratefully.

“My sister and I used to love this song,” she said unexpectedly. He’d shared a snippet about his mother, it felt right to offer something in return. “We used to dance around the house to this song. It’s one of the um…” she trailed off.

“Go on, Luce.” he nodded encouragingly at her.

“It’s one of the few times that I was actually happy at home.” she finished. She’d never really opened up about how sad she really was in her mother’s house. She’d never acknowledged to herself how screwed up her childhood actually was.

Lockwood was watching her intently, his gaze concerned. “Well,” he said, with a tone of finality to it. “I hope that you've associated one more happy memory with it.” he added, grinning at her meaningfully.

“The happiest,” she beamed at him, flushing a little when she saw his eyes twinkling in response. It felt good to open herself up to him. With him by her side, she felt she could be herself completely and start to heal. He would support her and she would support him, together they would build each other up.

She placed her cheek against his chest and felt him hum in response. They continued to sway, holding each other close, long after the song had ended, two broken teenagers finding solace in each other and knowing they would be just fine.

A/N- I always thought that something along these lines would’ve happened during those four months between TCS and TEG. I don't think Lucy was letting us in on the full situation and there was definitely more to it than met the eye. I mean, c’mon the two literally walked through the Other Side together, I think that besides having moments of obvious heart eyes for one another (mostly on Lockwood’s part) they would’ve probably had moments of emotional connection as well. The song that they dance to is entirely up to your imagination and what you think would best suit them. For me, I always imagined this scene with More Than Words by Extreme playing.

Anyway I got a little carried away. XD Hope you liked it! Like, reblog all that jazz if you did:)

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