I figured I should maybe... have one of these now whoops
hi! I'm belle or bella (not fussy which one you use!), obsessed with lockwood and co, and I write and draw!
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I write mainly for lockwood and co, elrond (rings of power), and steve harrington, but I have written for some others in the past and they're on my master list <3
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I won't write anything explicit or potentially triggering (I'm 20 and ace guys so in the nicest way possible if you're looking for something like that, then pls leave and find someone else to write it for you <3), and the most I'll do is innuendoes and suggestive sentences. I do tend to be happy writing wars, wounds, and the like, so do be aware of that, but I'll always put warnings on my works before the cut!
~ belle <3
(also I am alive I promise, I just don't write on tumblr drafts anymore bc editing is easier on my docs, but unfortunately that means I don't check my notifications as much whoops)
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
short and sweet lil fic I had the idea for aaaages ago and then never wrote more than two or three sentences for until just now!
inspired by the laufey song of the same name and based on both show and book canon 🫶🏻
word count: 1037
warnings: teeny tiny spoilers but if you've seen the whole show then you'll be good, one mention of domestic abuse from Lucy's past, mentions of bullying, gonna throw in mentions of feeling like you don't fit in bc I know how hard that is, a not very good ending
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(not my photos: first is sucre on pinterest and idk where the second one is from)
Lucy Carlyle can’t sleep.
She’s used to staying up all night, her job requires it after all, but now, when she finally has a night off and can sink into the mattress? Not a chance. Her mind has decided to replay the events of the afternoon over and over again instead of letting her fall asleep.
She’d popped out for more biscuits, wanting to avoid George noticing that they were gone before he got back from the archives, had smiled in the warmth of the April sun, and had chosen and paid for a pack of custard creams and jammy dodgers. She was pocketing her change carefully on the step outside the tiny store when a young girl had raced around the corner and slammed into her, sending the coins flying across the pavement. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Lucy had bit back her retort, not wanting to ruin her mood, bending to pick up her money and smiling when the girl stooped to help. “Here,” she said, holding her hand out, “I think that’s all of it.”
“Thanks,” Lucy replied, pushing her hair out her face and stopping in her tracks.
“Sorry again, miss,” the girl had said, running off down the street again. Lucy was still on the pavement, change growing warm in her hand.
The girl had looked like a mirror image of Lucy at thirteen.
It’s that which keeps Lucy up now: the red hair and freckles, the way the girl had chewed her lip while she thought she was in trouble. It was so painfully like Lucy that it makes her wonder what she would have said it they’d had more time. She remembers how much she had hated her hair, how unruly it was and how it wasn’t as pretty as the other girls, even though Lucy had never wanted to be pretty, she just didn’t want to be an outsider. Norrie had liked her hair, though, both of them red in the sun, and had bit back a witty remark whenever someone called them a pair of carrots.
None of Lucy’s clothes had ever fit her either. In fairness, it was only once Lockwood and Co had picked up business that she was able to buy herself clothes that actually did. Otherwise she had spent her whole life in her siblings’ hand-me-downs, frustrated when nothing felt right.
She thinks of her training sessions, going for runs with the other agents around the village to build stamina, how there had been a gaggle of girls behind her and Norrie that had laughed. She’d thought it had been aimed at her, but tuning in to their words told her that yet another girl had had her first kiss. Kissing is stupid, she’d grumbled to Norrie while she tried to hide how much she wished someone would take an interest in her, and her friend had snorted and agreed.
Lucy in the present day in bed, trying to sleep, flushes a little at the memory, and knows she would tell younger her not to worry about falling behind. One day soon she’ll find a boy and he’ll make her feel more loved than her family ever did. She’d tell herself not to worry about being picked last in drills either, no matter how much she tried to prove herself to the others. Norrie always picked her, and now her new family did too (hell, even Skull did), and that was all that mattered.
She had always felt so… different from the crowd, so out of place until Norrie. When she lost her best friend, Lucy had thought she would be adrift forever. Then she found Lockwood, and George, and Holly and Kipps and Skull, and she’d made a little life for herself in London where weird was normal.
The ghost lamp on the street flashes off again, throwing the room into a little more darkness, and Lucy counts the seconds automatically. When it flicks on, casting green light through the thin curtains, she sees the polaroid of her and Norrie on her mirror, and remembers with a pang the dream they’d decided on together. She’d traced the words they’d written in the handbook for weeks after, and had considered giving up more than once after Norrie’s accident. Lucy’s glad she never did, that she kept on going with their ridiculous dream, because now it wasn’t so ridiculous. Now her life wasn’t so grey and dull, despite the fact she lived in London with its perpetually grey skies, and even just her walk to the corner store that afternoon had been prettier than she’d thought. All those hard days from when she was a kid, the times when her mother hit her, and the other kids laughed at her, the days and nights where she had felt like a failure because she was the only one to make it out of that mill. All of those would mean something eventually. It would all lead here, to now, to an agency where her boss trusted her gut as much as she did, and where people thanked her for getting rid of their ghosts. To her crappy room in the attic of Anthony Lockwood’s house on 35 Portland Row with her friends asleep in the lower floors.
Lucy wishes she could tell her younger self that she’ll be okay, truly okay, and that she’ll grow up and get tougher, more confident. That one day she’ll tell people her story, despite the fact she hates being on TV or even just the centre of a conversation.
That she’ll fall in love a little bit, too.
All of the things she’s done in the past few years, all of the fights and plans and cups of tea late at night while talking to a sentient ghost, none of that was anything she would ever have thought herself capable of. Lucy turns over in bed again, feeling the mattress shift with her weight, and finally her brain is quiet. If only she could go back in time and give herself at thirteen the hug and pep talk she had so desperately needed.
Although, she thinks, yawning and shutting her eyes, maybe then none of the last few years would have happened.
I love researching what I thought would be a well-documented set of mosaics for my essay because I assumed (wrongfully, I now know) that the Orpheus Mosaics would have way more analysis from post-1990 or that there would at least be a wikipedia page with a list of all the known sites
instead I'm fearing I'm gonna have to make my own list because the most recent one is from 1995 and I have no clue if that's the most up to date one we have, there's barely any scholarship on one of the largest mosaics found in Roman Britain (wild??? how can I not find one person mentioning the iconography??? unless I'm dumb and just haven't found it), and there are like no good photos of any of them from above 😭
Summary: As a competitive dancer, you're excited about taking part in PTMC's annual charity event when the theme is announced as Dancing with the Stars. There's just one problem: you get paired with Abbot, who hasn't spoken to you in months.
Content: 18+, slow burn romance to eventual smut, friends to strangers to ??? to lovers, mutual idiots pining, use of y/n and italics, more detail on each chapter
A/N: so excited to finally be starting to post this! There will definitely be 5 chapters in total, it's mostly written and I reckon once it's done will sit somewhere around the 40k word count. Dedicated to the wonderful @bella-rose29 who gave me the idea based on a real-life couple she knows who got married after meeting through a charity dance event!
