#engineeredlockwood

[raptoralpha]

@engineeredlockwood

It was late. Maisie had finished her homework, Owen was back from work, and all they were waiting on was Claire. Jack O’lanterns had been the plan for the last week, until Claire had called last minute saying her meeting with the lawyers was running a bit long. He didn’t want to break the news to Maisie, but it’s been years since the incident. It was usually one or both of them caught up in the legal battle, and by now, she was probably used to it. 

“Bad news, Pipsqueak. No Claire for a but longer. The bloodsuckers- by which, I mean lawyers, have her in a vice grip. She said to get started without her.” Owen cocked his head, moving it in the direction of the dining room. He took to the junk drawer in the kitchen, grabbing a couple of markers from inside, as well as the knife from the caddy. “Alright, sleeves up. Passed your elbows, high as you can. This shit gets everywhere, trust me. Your fingernails will be orange tonight.”

[ofdearing]

     She worries for her more than she thinks is fair. She doubts that what the girl truly needs right now is to have Claire hovering, concern radiating off of her in waves   - as if she never stopped keeping an eye on the horizon as if expecting to see the lumbering form of another dinosaurs. It’ll pass. It had after six months when Karen had told Claire to come home. She stopped needing to keep her eyes on her nephews. They were safe, Maisie is safe. They all are. 

    Claire’s tried to contact Iris ( there are things they need from the estate, toys or something, anything, that might comfort the young girl they’ve taken in ), with some difficulty but she had come. A tense evening that had eventually turned relaxed.  

    ❝ How would you feel about going shopping? It might be nice to get out, and I have to pick up a few things.  ❞

@engineeredlockwood. ( varied starter call ).

[likeahcrricane]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. (accepting)

1. They are parkour buddies for life.

2. Raleigh always wanted to be a doctor, so whenever Maisie gets sick or hurts herself doing stunts, he’s always the first one to act.

3. Maisie reminds him of his little sister Jazmine, whom he lost to the foster care system when she was just  eleven years old. So he’s very protective of her even though he’ll be the first one to help her do a dangerous stunt. 

4. He never was able to teach Jazmine how to protect herself before she went into foster care, so he’s making up it for it by putting all his efforts into teaching Maisie everything he knows about fighting, taking care of yourself in the wild, and weaponry. 

(Bonus) 5.  He only wants her doing dangerous stunts with him. He fears that with anyone else, she’ll seriously hurt herself. 

[heckcduparchived]

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She could already tell that Maisie wasn't feeling this visit but Claire was out of ideas. She just wanted to help Maisie deal with what she had been through and well... Claire had never been good at making personal connections.

"Hey," She said, making one more feeble attempt as she moved closer to her. "This isn't really about him hearing you. This is about you getting the chance to say something you didn't before.. this is for you. No one else. So you should try... Just try..."

[raptoralpha]

JACK O'LANTERN

HALLOWEEN-ISH STARTER PROMPTS

accepting

send me JACK O’LANTERN! for a starter where our characters are carving pumpkins.

HERE

[likeahcrricane]

@engineeredlockwood

“Maisie!” Raleigh called from the Grady’s kitchen. “Dinner’s ready! Come n’ get it!” Claire and Owen were gone for the evening, leaving the young girl in his care. Not that he minded, he adored Maisie, and he’d do just about anything for Claire..but he hoped they came home soon. Especially after receiving a group photo text from one of his friends at the local gay bar. Everyone there seemed to be having a great time and wondered when he’d be by.

When no reply came from the  girl, Raleigh headed towards the hallway stairs. “Maisie?” He made his voice a bit louder than before in hopes she’d hear him, but still no response. “Maisie, are you stuffing those headphones in your ears again? You’re gonna go deaf.” He called, making his way up the stairs and towards her bedroom door, giving a  loud rap on the wood with knuckles. “Hey, soups on, kiddo. You ok in there?”

[masterofgenetics-blog]

You seem like you have a shred of common sense, what the hell are you doing here?

JP: The Lost World Starters || OPEN

     OKAY. That made the normally hardened scientist smile a little. “Applying one’s knowledge to a topic and advancing it is only logical. It would be crazy to obtain all this information and do nothing with it.”

[masterofgenetics-blog]

If you want to leave your name on something, fine. But stop putting it on other people’s headstones.

JP: The Lost World Starters || OPEN

     “WHILE I am responsible for the creation of these creatures, I am not responsible for their actions.” Dr. Wu held to the notion that he was repaving the world of genetics. His research, his creations, they could be used to help people. These dinosaurs could be used for anything. “Let’s think of it this way. If a new drug is approved and placed on the market, who is responsible for those who die from the side effects? The scientists who prepared the drug or the company who approved and sold it, despite the warnings?”