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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday
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With Lockwood making an increasing number about how he is one of the poor common folk like George and Lucy, George creates a large scroll of the Lockwood family tree and unrolls it every time to tell Lockwood the history of one of his ancestors. Lockwood actually rather likes it because he likes the look on Lucy鈥檚 face as she is told about Lord Lockwood or how Lockwood鈥檚 great-times-a-dozen grandmother might have secretly been sleeping with the reigning monarch at one time.
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I started this almost a year ago (after season 2 ended), and the new episodes gave me the motivation to finish. Nothing like the inevitable end of your other comfort show to motivate a project!
I wish you all luck this Bad Batch Wednesday. I have a feeling we're going to need it.
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AAAAA THANK YOU! I, too, saw the lack of content surrounding the parallels between Lockwood and Flo, and I just. I had to do it!
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Here it is at last! My first (completed, lol) animatic!
(minor) SPOILER WARNING! Book 5: The Empty Grave spoilers!
If you're sad we never got to see the best of these characters from the Netflix series, go check out @savelockwoodandco and sign their petition! Happy ghost hunting, Locknation!
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Here it is at last! My first (completed, lol) animatic!
(minor) SPOILER WARNING! Book 5: The Empty Grave spoilers!
If you're sad we never got to see the best of these characters from the Netflix series, go check out @savelockwoodandco and sign their petition! Happy ghost hunting, Locknation!
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No, but with them all in character (especially George and Kipps) I think it'd turn into something more like Hell's Kitchen
After solving the Problem, Lockwood and Co are all celebrities and Lockwood is eagerly trying to convince them all to engage in TV appearances. George firmly declares he will do one show if Lockwood, Lucy and Kipps join him on a celebrity special of the Great British Bake Off.
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pls reblog for sample size etc
I make occasional useless polls :)
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Lockwood & Co. Appreciation Week
March 28th, Day 5
"Song/Poem/Quote" that you associate with L&Co
*THB & TCS spoilers under the cut*
I think this song is PERFECT for Lucy's POV at the end of THB and, of course, the development they went through in TCS. So get ready for an in-depth analysis!
"On some level I think I always understood / That a ship could never really love an anchor / So, I did the only thing that I could / And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor.
Lucy's reasoning for leaving in THB was to keep Lockwood safe. She thought that it was her who was keeping him from staying safe. (and somehow still remains in denial about why he would do something like that for her. UGH.)
"There are times when I still wonder about you / You are someone I have loved, but never known / And you'll never see the reasons I had / For keeping my claws away when they were close enough to hurt you"
Even so, we see how often Lucy thinks about Lockwood even after she convinced herself that leaving the company was absolutely necessary. There were always secrets between them, as well, with Lockwood always putting on a mask and Lucy so unsure of herself. Lockwood didn't understand Lucy's reasoning, and it takes them a long time to properly communicate them to each other. It's the next biggest step in their relationship, however vaguely defined it may be.
I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel / I am all the things they might have said to you / Do you ever think of me and my two hands? / And wonder they never soothed your fevers / And wonder why they never tied your shoes? / And wonder why they never held you gently? / And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?"
When Lucy goes on the Ealing Cannibal job with her former colleagues, she realizes that her actions really only made him worse. Plenty of people had called Lockwood selfish, broken, or cruel (impolite, competitive, unfeeling towards ghosts) throughout the series. But it takes Lucy a while to figure out that she was also in the wrong here. She had been running away from her fears and, though Lockwood hadn't exactly helped, she made a bad call. For just him, or for the both of them, who can tell?
And here I would also say something angsty about Lockwood's lack of self-preservation and "weak ties" to life. But I think this one is fairly self-explanatory. With no family left, Lucy, George, Holly, Flo, and eventually, Kipps, are the only people Lockwood has left who are genuinely there for him. (One could argue for Barnes, as well, but I'm sticking with these for simplicity's sake.)
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Quill Kipps is by far my favorite side character. Like. This man had one of the best character development arcs I've ever seen, and. None. Of. Us. Noticed. Until we were cheering for him along with everyone else. I don't even know if he noticed.
Anyways. Quill Kipps.
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i . im so soooooooooooooooo normal about lockwood and co. Do not Speak to me. I HATE NETFLIX. . OK. normal.
Fun fact i have redrawn this FOUR TIMES since 2022. TWO YEARS!!!! AND I COULD NOT FINISH IT TIL NOW!
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no but really I can't stop thinking about it. Holly losing her entire team. Lucy losing hers. Flo being apprenticed by people probably only a bit older than her and losing them as well. the three-way venn diagram of Holly/Lucy/Flo where you have Lucy and Holly falling through windows and Holly and Flo stranded alone beside their dead friends throughout the night and all three of them as sole survivors of their teams. the way this is almost a normal thing in this world. these three girls who are so, so different but so, so the same because they're wounded in the same ways and just reacted to it differently. Flo broke completely and had to build herself back up from the rubble. Holly turned to taking support roles, lacking in the connections she used to have. Lucy got angrier and more reckless and isolated herself so she wouldn't be the cause of more people dying. all three of them are alone-ish when we meet them and all three of them are in different stages of their character arcs with their survivor identifies as the inciting cause of those arcs. and by the end they're not alone anymore. and they're not afraid of the connection any longer, to each other, or to others.
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I wonder how did George and lockwood met
I can't remember if there's anything in the books that says that but I like to imagine George saw an ad in the paper and turned up at Portland Row with his stolen equipment and Lockwood took one look at him and went 'perfect'
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concept:
dr kleiner keeping child alyx entertained while eli's in his lab working on d0g
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Sure, George is the third wheel.
If by third wheel you mean the front wheel of a tricycle friendship, which falls apart immediately if you remove even one of said wheels, and the little toddler riding it ends up with a face-full of pavement and disappointment. The whole of 35 Portland Row would probably be reduced to ashes without him, at this point.
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Well, I needed a warmup anyways...
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Lockwood and I were in the library. It had been a rather quiet night; Lockwood, George, and I had just returned from a job, a type-one in Richmond. Hardly took us three hours. Things had been rather difficult the past few weeks - at least in terms of jobs we got. Dull and tedious. I could tell from the way Lockwood fidgeted silently with the edges of his usual gossip magazines, sitting in his favorite armchair, that he was frustrated, impatient for a real challenge.
I let out a sigh, letting my head fall onto my own chair back. Despite the ease with which we had dealt with tonight's haunting, I'm tired, and could really use some hot tea right about now. Where is George with that tea, anyways...?
Neither me, nor Lockwood were expecting the blood-curdling scream that shattered the silence. George! My stomach dropped to my feet, and I launched myself, nearly a quickly as Lockwood, from the chair. The two of us sprinted to the kitchen, where we heard another noise - a loud crash this time, and skidded to a halt.
"George?" Lockwood shouted, his face deathly pale.
I've never heard George scream like that. Not even faced with a specter, or a wraith, or one of those especially hairy spirits that he hates so much. What could have possibly scared him so badly...?
We hurdle into the kitchen to find George, crouched upon the countertop, a mug in hand and another one lying shattered on the floor.
"Wha-?"
My confusion only intensified when a yelp, this time from Lockwood, interrupted me. As he stared at the floor, Lockwood's expression went from pure terror to... pure terror? I followed his gaze to a spot under the kitchen table, where a cockroach is lying still, beside a wooden leg.
"Oh..." I grimaced, staring at the insect with revulsion. Then, from my spot in the doorway, slightly in front of Lockwood, I peered at George, whose eyes were wide behind his round glasses. "Is that it? Lockwood and I thought you'd died or something..."
Sure, it was gross, but it wasn't especially large nor was it scurrying about.
George spluttered, mug still held threateningly above his head. "It surprised me!"
"Sure..." I said dubiously, my gaze going back to the little bug. "It's tiny, though."
"Do you want to take care of it, then?"
I arched an eyebrow at George, then looked over my shoulder at Lockwood. To my surprise, his startled expression hadn't changed at all, either.
"I take it you're not going to volunteer either?" I asked slowly.
Lockwood blinked, seeming to compose himself again, and flashed me one of his brightest smiles. "Oh, I wouldn't take this moment from you, Luce. I believe in you."
With a groan, I rolled my eyes to the heavens. Of course he wasn't. Sending a sharp look to each of them in turn, I inched closer to the roach-- only for it to scurry towards the cabinets between George and me. George shrieked again, and another smashing noise followed. Lockwood made an odd squawking noise, like a chicken being smothered with a blanket, and I stumbled backwards, catching myself on the table. The thing stopped between the doorway and where George was still perched miraculously.
With a huff, I grumbled, "this is ridiculous." It was just a bug! Keeping an eye on the roach, I searched my immediate vicinity. On the table, jam jars, a few colored pens, a dirty plate, right next to a little bag of iron filings... and a murky, silver-glass ghost jar. From inside of it, an ugly, spectral face grinned out at me with amusement.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped, almost forgetting about the other little problem still invading our house.
"The world's funniest sitcom," the Skull replied brightly, "This episode is all about three idiots who are too scared to squash one little pest."
I gritted my teeth, my eyes darting momentarily to make sure the roach still hadn't moved. No need. I would have heard it (Lockwood and George, more like it) if it had. "You're a pest. How about I squash you?"
The Skull only cackled as I heard Lockwood dance/stumble/scramble away from wherever the cockroach had gone now.
Then, a thought occurred to me. I don't know why it did. Maybe it was my frustration at the Skull, or my lack of nearby, hefty objects. Either way, I seized the jar, ignoring the confused protests from the spirit trapped inside, and lunged forward, smashing it down directly on the bug, with a war cry that would have scared the pants off the bravest, burliest relic man.
Eyes wide, I tentatively lifted up the jar again, as the Skull glared at me vehemently. The roach twitched.
George screamed. Lockwood screamed. I screamed, and brought the bottom of the jar down repeatedly on the seemingly undead insect.
Finally, my chest heaving, I set the ghost jar down right beside the pureed remains of the cockroach. The Skull made a violent retching noise. From the kitchen counter, George ventured, "is it dead?"
"Very dead," Lockwood replied, then added, "I can already see the death glow."
Yeah, you didn't exactly need a death glow to know the thing was dead. With a heavy sigh, I stared at the carnage on our kitchen floor; broken mugs, cockroach innards, and the usual dusty mess.
"You're our hero, Lucy. Really," Lockwood said, practically beaming at me.
I almost wished we'd spent more time on the case.
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She is but she鈥檒l crush it with the skull鈥檚 jar
Original tweet from @lockwoodsandco
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