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talleryn

Lockwood: I’m gonna need a human skull, but you’re not allowed to ask questions

George: only as long as you don’t ask questions either

George: *pulls out eight pristine human skulls* take your pick

Lockwood:

George:

Lockwood: this one is fine

pearlcaddy

LOCKWOOD & CO. 1.06

bluesnafu

Lockwood & Co. + Text Posts

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i just got the funniest visual ever.

what if lucy accidentally dropped skulls jar and instead of breaking it just rolled. and like let’s say she tries to go after it and just kicks it, causing it to roll further away and skull is just like

“this is so humiliating. for both of us.”

or

“if i wasn’t already dead, i would request you kill me immediately”

or

nothing. just a long, drawn out sigh as he rolls further out of reach.

between-two-fandoms

Fully obsessed with Lockwood and Co's most used love language being acts of service but once Lockwood discovers how much he loves physical touch its game over.

vryfmi

cast doodles

+ references

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lucy: ugh i wish lockwood liked me back

lockwood: *gives her jewelry, tells her he would die for her, bandages her wounds*

george: …

lucy: i just hate this unrequited pining

george: *throws a table*

dr-graf

I missed him

psychecreations

I left my family without looking back. Lockwood’s lost all of his. We are not losing you, Georgie.

#George and Lucy sibling relationship always makes me soft

prrcyjacksons

LOCKWOOD & CO — 1.05 : “Death Is Coming”

#he’s so attracted to her

psychecreations

Just never lie to me again. Swear it.

#thEM #*book spoilers in tag* and then she still leaves anyway

locklyle

Phantom or Friend ; Lockwood & Co. pt 1

George Cubbins was never very good with words. Sure, he could talk about the origins of the Problem until someone’s ear fell off, but he wasn’t good at talking to people. Talking at people tended to work a lot better for him.

“George, are you even listening?” Lockwood’s voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up. Lockwood was in his usual chair, eyeing him curiously. In front of George was an untouched slice of cake, one Lockwood’s gaze flickered to now. “Apparently you weren’t. I was asking you what is was you wanted to speak about.” George knew that, even if he hadn’t heard what Lockwood said. He took a breath. “It’s about the case, the one about the ghost near the bridge, the one Holly gave us yesterday.” Lockood nodded, his eyebrows drawn together—his silence a signal for George to continue. George felt his breaths becoming increasingly more painful.

“Well, I’ve got a possibility. I was going through the stories and then I realised which bridge it was—and there was a death there. And, well, it happened about a year ago.” “George I’ve never heard you so reluctant to talk about your discoveries.” A corner of Lockwood’s mouth lifts slightly. “Out with it then.” George can see the concern in his eyes though, and the dark circles beneath them. He was always tired nowadays. George hesitates for one more moment before plowing on ahead. “It’s where Lucy died.”

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#ha I like pain so I’m bringing this back