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@rushedin

She stretches, arms reaching for the unseen sun.

Oh. She’s fallen asleep in the common area again. The couch is in the very least, comfortable. A vid plays on repeat on the hologram in the center of the room and she frowns.

(her family, waving to her and telling her how proud they were. a final message from a possibly dead world.)

With a wave of her wand, the image vanishes and Lucretia rises to meet the sun, and to start coffee for her crew mates. She will however leave cooking to the twins.

She hears the door to the kitchen slide open to see Magnus, a small smile is passed his way, and while they haven’t talked much, he seems interesting. “Do you think about home any?” she ventures quietly, pouring coffee enough for two.

#rushedin #hi my name is Ala and it's time for Sadness #it's 4:30 pm time to c r y m8

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@chroniclcr. ( sc. )

she spends so much time writing, and even using both hands, taako is amazed lucretia has enough time in the day to do anything else. even after having found the light, she doesn’t rest ; while it normally doesn’t bother him, on a day as beautiful as today, he can’t help but feel bad about her staying on the sidelines. ❝ hey, uh, lucy, ❞leans over her shoulder, watches her write. ❝ why don’t’cha take a break, huh ? i mean, y’don’t have to write down everything, right ? you’ll miss out on shit that way ! ❞

chroniclcr-blog

“I should write everything down” she corrects, automatic, calculated, and probably more sneered than intended.. She jerks back a little and her nose scrunches up. “Ah, sorry I didn’t mean... wow I sounded awful--” a laugh, and she shuts her books tentatively and with an unsure smile.

(the ink of is her own design, fast drying... and erasable with the right methods)

“Yes, of course I can spare a few moments Taako” she says finally, tucking her books away into her bag for the day.

#umbrastaffer

flamegauntlet:

lup places hands on hips, raising an eyebrow. “i mean, i’m no genius like you, but i’m sure there’s more to it than that.” she sits down next to lucretia. hands are gesturing wildly as she speaks. “you’re always behind us, it feels. well, you are the journalist— but i just can’t help but feel you’d be better off in the front lines with us. you’ve got a lot of potential, luc.”

“Oh... I hate fighting though” the journal-keeper admits with a shaky grin towards the woman. “I’ve never cared for it, always rather read about the battle magic than actually use it” she manages not to look too mousy, but instead faces Lup a little better.

(oh how they would tease her)

“I blew up my house as a child” she admits, hands folding together in her lap now. “The more destructive magic hasn’t sat well with me since” Lucretia says, reaching up to rub a tense knot of guilt that began to coil in her shoulders from even just mentioning it.

#flamegauntlet

i can’t believe lucretia is taller than magnus

#you can't take this from me taz fandom #you can't #she's Lorge and In Chorge #ooc #]

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empty days were almost ALWAYS spent messing around with magnus, the two of them laughing and destroying things on a whim. in lup’s opinion, it was therapeutic. being on a ship with the same 6 people for decades at a time led to boredom often. it didn’t help that this reality was nearly completely lifeless. she and barry did a few studies on it’s composure before she decided to run off. science is only fun for so long.

she waits for magnus to leave before approaching the chronicler to chat, untying her jacket from her waist and slipping it on as she spoke. “ sorry ‘bout that, luc. just havin’ some fun. what’ve you been doing this cycle? ”

“Oh, well the usual--” she replied as if it was obvious. What she was always doing. Writing... chronicling their work. It may have been fruitless, but Lucretia had to believe and hope that one day they would return home.

(or perhaps build a new one somewhere in the far beyond and out of the maw of the hunger)

“Book keeping.” she finally manages, wrapping her arms more closely around herself as she gave a glance towards the horizon.

#flamegauntlet #50000 years later

Lucretia Will Remember That.

#ooc #taz spoilers

chroniclcr-blog

hey guys!

im goimg to be MIA for about a day or two more. Ans because I know I didnt put my rules up yet (whoops), I don’t make starters for people unless you Like a Starter Call, or you come ans IM

so please consider this a starter call!

hey guys! im goimg to be MIA for about a day or two more. Ans because I know I didnt put my rules up yet (whoops), I don't make starters for people unless you Like a Starter Call, or you come ans IM so please consider this a starter call!

#i might even have icons one day #ooc

@flamegauntlet

There’s a softness to how devoid of life this planet is. It has all the makings of a perfect world even if its sterile as sterile can come.

(they did readings for days, not even microbial life was present according to Barold and the Captain)

Yet here they were – alive somehow– on a planet that was...

Lucretia was brought back with a start as she hears Lup shoot off with a magic missile, and she drags herself up to ready herself for a fight. There stands Magnus and Lup, sharing a moment of laughter between the constant death and being brought back. If she could get grey hairs, Lucretia would have a head full already.

“You scared me.” Lucretia admits, walking forward after Magnus rushes off to find another to surprise.

#flamegauntlet

Like for a no icon starter.

#i have a tentative fc #but no icons #bc yet again #lazy as hell

symbolmemes

ϟ send for my muse to wake up from a terrible nightmare, and for yours to witness this.

you have invented a new kind of stupid / a 'damage you can never undo' kind of stupid / an 'open all the cages in the zoo' kind of stupid / 'truly, you didn't think this through?' kind of stupid.

lucretia; penned by ala

#self promo #im not even american #and i love hamilton

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