Donuts, and Ghosts, and Skulls, Oh My!

"George Cubbins, handsome as a freshly opened tub of margarine, and as charismatic as a wet tea towel lying scrumpled on the floor." -Lucy Carslyle ~ Independant Canon RP blog for George Cubbins of Lockwood and Co. Please read the About and Rules pages before interacting!

[crazytxtinks-silent-thunderstor]

[soup-erb]

Eldritch research boy

[kurohaai]

For Sarah (request ¾)

The scene at the beginning of TWS 3rd chapter. Lucy is totally checking out watching Lockwood’s rapier training from the door. Lucy in casual outfit is quite rare, isn’t it?

I could have some of the Swiss Rolls right now…

[kurohaai]

For @ofhauntings (request 2/4)

A short strip about Luce & Lockwood passing out on the couch and George is looking at them like “damn lovebirds I stg”. I could picture this happening on the hectic days before they decided to hire Holly on THB.

The question is, who’s going to wake up first and what will they do?

LAST BONUS PANEL:

[idyllliccc]

im back l&c fandom i just have shitposts

[legwood-deactivated20240622]

My latest masterpiece

Join Gorg, Lu, and Tall on their ghost hunting adventurz!

[luckydreaming]

Don’t post your negativity on a positive post.

[mancomics]

Electrons

[luckydreaming]

I should kick your ass. 

[askullinajar]

Was going through my sketchbook and found this messy thing. Please excuse George, he’s trying to be funny.

[kaijuno]

[incipienthappiness-quotes]

It’s a curious thing with George. With his glasses off, his eyes looked small and weak - blinky and a bit baffled, like an unintelligent sheep that’s taken a wrong turn. But when he put them on again, they went all sharp and steely, more like the eyes of an eagle that eats dumb sheep for breakfast.

Jonathan Stroud, The Screaming Staircase (via incipienthappiness)

[cenkrett]

Half of the people on tumblr:  “I talk pretty tough for someone with a soft, fluffy bunny heart full of feelings.” Me, unable to relate:  “I talk a lot about tolerance and understanding for someone who is always 2 seconds away from serious violence.”

[bespectacledsarcasm-blog]

Fanon Skull: #1 Locklyle Shipper, constantly trying to get Lucy and Lockwood together

Canon Skull: would sell Lockwood's soul to Satan for one corn chip

[lockwoodtrash]

Jessica Lockwood is the one who had to take over and care for little Anthony after their parent’s unexpected death. But Jessica soon dies too, leaving 9 year old Anthony to fend for himself. What happens next?

Right answers not allowed

[graveyard-of-memes-blog]

He receives a letter in the mail. When he reads it, it’s from a person called Dumbledoor. Anthony is a whizerd!!1!! Then he goes and meets a girl named Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and they have a lit time and Anthony sings my chemical romancs songs to get rid of the sadnes in his heart and he and Ebony make an emo band and live emo ever after !1!!1!1!1!1!!

[bespectacledsarcasm-blog]

Can't you read? OP said no right answers

[thedoctorisadhd]

george cubbins is ace/aro

rb if u agree

[hollowed-boy]

👻 ;; hey I just want to take a second and remind everyone (including myself) than fandoms are supposed to be fun. if you’re stressing yourself out and getting upset and not having fun because of people you don’t know and characters that aren’t real, then you’re probably doing it wrong.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Submit a Drabble about my Muse

Make me laugh, make me cry, give me warm fuzzies…do it!

[forgottenangelic]

ofhauntings:

“I’m fine George.” Lockwood protested as he sat on his bed heavily, wincing at his bruised tailbone. “Well, maybe I’m a little banged up…”

He took the elixir thankfully, downing it all in one shot and shaking his head as he felt the tingle of healing magic course through his body. It wasn’t an unpleasant feelings. Actually it was quite pleasant, but it was still medicine. Enough scrapes and bruises as a child gave the taste and feeling bad connotations, especially when you got hurt as much as Anthony Lockwood did. 

“Thank you for refraining, George. I know it’s hard.” Lockwood teased, removing his dirty clothes to replace with fresh pajamas. “What would I do without you?”

“Die, probably.” George growled, taking off his glasses to wipe them on his shirt. “I swear, if you’re not in trouble you’re getting yourself into it.” It was unclear whether he meant that as an endearing trait or a frustrating one. Probably both. 

“Get back to bed. Don’t you have class at like seven tomorrow? I don’t understand why you went on your stupid walk anyway. Shoo. Bed. Now.”