#theadorelocksly

[hinamie]

Hello! So I’m about to buy some prints and was curious if you ever planned on putting some of your nanami art up on inprint? Like this one? NO PRESSURE AND I LOVE ALL YOUR STUFF💖💖💖💖🫣🫣🫣🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

hi!!! that nanami art is pretty dated so i'm hesitant to put it up for sale given tht it's not up to my current standard, but i'll definitely try to draw him more so I have stuff I'm proud to sell! thank u for your interest and support also , it means a lot <3

[qqueenofhades]

34 "I won't let this happen." With season 1 garcy? Only you want of course!!!💖💖💖

34. "I won't let this happen."

The lingering rush in the air after the Lifeboat has disappeared -- Wyatt, Rufus, and Jiya all looking at Lucy as if they fully expect to never see her alive again -- is still echoing in the warehouse, stirring up swirls of dust, and making the Mothership rock ever so slightly on its struts. Lucy stands there looking at it, really looking at it. She had a brief and unpleasant ride in it out of 1780, after Flynn kidnapped her from the Rittenhouse house of horrors, but at the time, she was too beside herself with grief and rage and fear to actually take it in. Doubtless the others were disappointed in her lack of tactical thinking, but that's all beside the point now. She's just volunteered to ride back in it with Flynn again -- Flynn and his mysterious, mercurial pilot, Emma, who's leaning against the white plasteel wall and looking at Lucy appraisingly. For some reason, her gaze feels cold. That, or --

"Well," Flynn says roughly, making Lucy jump. She hasn't heard him come up behind her, but there he is, looking as if this is something he'd rather get over with as soon as possible. "Are we going?"

"Soon as you say so, boss." Emma tips a casual salute and saunters up the steps of the time machine, vanishing inside to prepare for the jump. Lucy looks after her, still unable to shake the odd sensation that Emma doesn't like her. Then another possibility occurs to her, and she flinches. It doesn't seem terribly likely, what with the way Flynn has been so single-mindedly hellbent to avenge his murdered wife and daughter, but no man is an island, and all that. The two of them -- do they have some kind of secret thing, and Emma is upset about Lucy moving in to disrupt this cozy synergy, romantic or otherwise? Or --

"What?" Flynn says. "Are you having second thoughts about putting your life in the hands of this monster?"

"No." Lucy turns around to meet his eyes. As usual, she has to tip her head back to an inordinate degree. He really needs to be less good at reading her, picking up on all her unspoken hesitations and fears -- but why should this be a fear? It's nothing to her if Flynn and Emma are engaging in a little extracurricular activities. She has this fragile maybe-maybe-not possibility with Wyatt, and that's all that she cares about. Flynn is -- Flynn, this dangerous, reckless, violent, bruised, heartbroken, angry, brave, beautiful man, who has taken no heed of time and space in his quest to bring justice for his loved ones -- after all we've been through, she asked him back in 1780, wondering why on earth he wouldn't just go back to his family and unconsciously accounting them as one thing, one unit, fighting the same war even on different sides, but suddenly she wonders if it is --

"No," she repeats, for emphasis. "And I told you, I don't think you're a monster. I meant it then, and I meant it now."

Flynn's hooded eyes flicker, terse and unreadable. Then he nods once, tightly, and starts across the sawdust floor to the Mothership, Lucy trotting in his wake. At the open door, Flynn stops. "I'll get you back safely," he says, as if perhaps she might like to hear it spoken explicitly aloud. "But I'll expect the favor to be returned. If fucking Denise Christopher or one of your other interfering goverment friends decides to lay a trap and grab me -- "

"It won't," Lucy says, before she can stop herself or think better of the impulsive promise. "I won't let that happen."

Flynn's dark eyes search hers, shuttered and wary but still, instinctively, after all this, trusting her. I prayed to God for guidance, for answers, and He led me here. To this.

And Lucy's own voice answering, so easily, just as unthinkingly, because it was only the simple and obvious truth. What if He led you to me?

It turns her cold from head to toe, in a way she can't explain or understand. Whatever it is, whatever they are, there is some red thread of fate woven between them without a doubt, and she can't entirely push aside the part of her that wants to pull. How does Flynn have her journal? How is it that one word from her can still soothe his wrath and fury and make him listen like she's the only thing that matters in the world? Who is he? Who, who?

"Come on," Flynn says, stepping onto the ladder. "Better get you back before your horrible little friends decide that I have killed you."

"They're not that bad," Lucy protests, as Flynn stops short, holds out a brusque hand to help her up, and by reflex, she takes it. It is large and strong and steady as a rock, and it boosts her up into the glittering white interior of the Mothership as if that, as if this, was what they were always meant to do. "They just -- "

Flynn snorts, expressing his utter uninterest in hearing it, and Lucy stops. They reach the cabin and sit down in the stylish black crash-foam seats, pulling the straps over their heads. Once more, she looks at him sidelong, feeling the weight of conversations unfinished, words unsaid. But she can't say what she wants to in front of Emma, and maybe, just maybe, there will be other meetings like this, where they're not fighting or trying to kill each other. Just.... talking.

Lucy leans her head back, closes her eyes, and braces herself. She isn't sure why she briefly feels like she's close to tears, but it's been an emotional day, that's all. Flynn, and Ethan Cahill, and her desperate hopes for what they'll find when they get back home. If this is the end of Rittenhouse, finally and forever. Maybe then they can return to the future, not the past. Whatever it is, she wants Flynn to be there. She does. And maybe, maybe, he still wants the same.

She can hear him breathing. She wants to look. She doesn't.

In a moment more, they jump.

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[the-little-whumper]

👕🧢🦋

🐬🌎❄️

🥏🛝🛼

🚎💎🚿

💙💙💙

For you my dear 🥰

Thank you 💙

[emmathompsonsmartini]

Wrapped Hands & Healing Hearts

“I’m not strong enough for this anymore.”

[kim-poce]

I do not persevere. Only affection 💖

S2

[twoshipsnorowboat]

HELLO YOUR ART IS AMAZING

SDFHODIFHDSIOHFODSIH IM SORRY IS THIS ACTUALLY THEADORELOCKSLY ICONIC TIMELESS ARTIST IN MY ASK BOX SAYING MY ART IS AMAZING???? I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH

[nevada-b-1780]

For the weird asks:

which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?👀

Thanks for the Ask @theadorelocksly, apologies for slow reply, working my way through my ask box! 😬😁

I must admit I've never had funnel cake, but as I've always hated cotton candy/candyfloss, I'm guessing I'd prefer the funnel cake! 😄

[frankenfawn]

OhhHhhh thank you 🥺🥺🥰!!!! Right back at you, my friend!!!!! I hope you have a great day!!