Joining the Kiss Art February challenge for the last possible day lol. Inspired by Gustav Klimtās āThe Kissā! Watercolor pencil and gel pen šš¤
Netflix give us Jack Bandeira calmly reading Northanger Abbey in the haunted kitchen of a cannibal while Lockwood and Co run around screaming in the background you COWARDS
After they close down the agency, they all go on to do different things.Ā
Naturally, George goes to university and spends his life researching the Problem, becoming a professor eventually.Ā
Holly too goes to uni to get a degree in business administration. She is hired by United not long after, working her way up on the corporate ladder. The whole organization probably wouldnāt run without her.Ā
Kipps starts to work for DEPRAC where Barnes takes him under his wing. He ends up adopting quite a few of his mentor's mannerisms.
Lucy becomes an artist and eventually an author, publishing her memoirs to tell what really happened for all those years. But before that, she spends some time overseas to find herself. It does put a strain on hers and Lockwoodās relationship, but in the end they come out stronger than ever.Ā
Lockwood needs longer to find his calling. But that doesnāt matter. For the first time in their lives they all got timeā¦Ā
A Valentines Day snippet of an abandoned WIP. Based on an old exchange prompt from a couple years ago.
As she spirals toward the earth, tumbling halo over heels, Lucy struggles against the bola wire lashing her wings and arms tight against her body. Sheās going to go unfeathered on Barnes as soon as sheās heavenside again. The sheer audacityā attacking a non-combatant Cupid on a priority match mission. Mid-flight, in neutral atmosphere.
The attack had caught her completely off guardā one moment Lucy had been revelling in the warming air as she traversed closer to the Earth's surface, the next found her careening sideways from the force of the impact, the weighted bola tailends whipping around and biting into whatever purchase they could find. Someone must have been tailing her from above, and when she finds out who's responsible, theyāll never know love again. Sheāll dissolve every bond theyāve ever formed, turn even the crows against them. She screams, infuriated as she strains desperately against the razor-thin wire, blood welling in the gouges as she only succeeds in driving it deeper into her skin. Her primaries are bent and torn, scapular feathers shredded and made useless.
As the earth flips and spins dizzyingly closer, Lucy stops fighting. Sheās not getting out of the bindings before she hits the ground and she needs to try and choose a landing site that wonāt draw too much unwanted attention while sheās trussed up with no way to defend herself. Thereās a chance, albeit a small one, that she hasnāt been knocked too far off course. If sheās grounded for any substantial amount of time, as the poor condition of her wings suggests, she needs to be within Search and Rescue parameters. Her lip snarls upā it will be weeks before they even consider her MIA. Rotwell just launched a formidable campaign against one of the larger Fittes battalions, and all available resources have been rerouted to them.
With defeated resignation, Lucy realises that she really only has one option left.
She closes her eyes, digs for the thread attached to her assigned Soul and Listens.
āCome on, Georgie, lie in the garden with me.ā A warm and charming voice coaxes. āThe sun's out. Itās too lovely a day to be stuffed inside studying.ā
Lucy casts the thread out from her mind, watching with clouded eyes as the wind catches it and yanks, dragging it near instantly down to its tether.
There.
A row of stately houses with rear gardens in various states of disarray, a pink thread pulsing brightly above one. There's a tiny speck of a man standing at the back door, head poked inside the house.
Ignoring the pulsing pain, she forces herself to push outward as much as possible, a feeble attempt to increase her surface area or capture some lift, anything to resemble something less like a meteor burning across the sky. If she can just angleā¦ a little leftā¦
Itās of little useā sheās still falling far too fast.
The last thought Lucy has before she crashes through the branches of a rather lovely apple tree and slams into the garden at 35 Portland Row is this is going to hurt.
Let's celebrate the people and fanworks that make this fandom such a great experience! This weeklong event is to encourage everyone to spread some encouragement and show off the depth of creativity in the fandom.
Friday, February 14: reblog or comment on a new-to-you creator
Saturday, February 15: comment on a fic with 3 or fewer comments
Sunday, February 16: reblog a gifset or fanart
Monday, February 17: reblog or rec a creator's first work for the ship
Tuesday, February 18: reblog or rec something posted in 2023 or earlier
Wednesday, February 19: send your favorite creator(s) some love! (anonymous or not is up to you)
A while ago I made a Lockwood & Co Picrew and I finally got it to a spot Iām happy with. Iād love to see your avatars you make so pls tag me if you post them! And let me know in the comments if there are any glaring issues you see. Hereās my avatar:
What would you be doing during The Problem? Would you be an agent? A sensitive? A relic-man (or woman)? Create your very own avatar in the f
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