#greyslegacy

[fatalelity]

" hey ... ! " an awkward smile flashes at the direction of @greyslegacy , accompanied by a small wave of her hand. this is awkward. if only her husband gave her a little bit more notice. leash in her hand, fiddling with the handle before taking a few rigid strides towards meredith grey. " soooo ... i guess derek didn't tell you i'm walking doc this morning? " / starter call.

[l1ghtwood]

private + selective isabelle lightwood, as seen in shadowhunters: the mortal instruments but placed in the tvdu, and other similar fandoms. replies come slowly and when i have muse, with ooc conversations and plotting getting priority when it comes to writing. tracking #l1ghtwood.

♛ affiliated with: ♛ links: rules ( temp. under the cut ) + prompts + wishlist. ♛ blogroll: @feylived ( main blog ) + @greyslegacy ( sideblog to feylived ) + @labhonair.

written by  shelley. 31. gmt - 8.  xkit rewritten & beta editor only. anyone under 18 will be blocked.

oo1. i've been writing isabelle since 2016-ish when the shadowhunters show premiered, and to this day she is one of my longest running characters. though when it comes to the world of the tv show, i am generally canon compliant overall, my portrayal has been influenced by a lot of my own thoughts. because the shtv fandom is currently so small, i've also adapted her to fit in with other fandoms, primarily setting her in the tvdu.

oo2. do not follow if you write white versions of any of the sh characters. i don't care if they are book based ( versions i will not interact with regardless ), it's whitewashing and i refuse to take part in it.

oo3. formatting outside of some bold and italics is incredibly minimal, and i don’t bother with more than single space and small sized text, though i’ll probably match partner’s style on text size. my psd is by venuscommissions, blockquotes by plutocommissions, and icon border by roserussell.

oo4. please tag: animal abuse, pregnancy, eye gore, animal harm, rape / dubcon, cheating and clowns. all triggers are tagged as trigger /. if there’s anything you need tagged, please let me know.

oo5. i love shipping as much as the next person, and it’s something you’ll see here! if you want to explore a ship, please send a meme! i highly encourage it. smut will be present, not under a read more but properly tagged. please make sure to blacklist nsfw / if you don’t want to see it.

[satanmontgcmery]

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold. ( roll a saving throw on con for mer the dumbass 😔 )

CRITICAL ROLE SENTENCE STARTERS !!!

    DEAD.

      Dead is what she had been, for a solid minute, and Addison still wasn’t quite able to get that BEEPING sound out of her head. It was a constant reminder that, if they had gotten her out just a little later, they’d all be making funeral arrangements now.

     “Oh shut up.” A laugh escaped her lips, but it really wasn’t FUNNY. Addison was exhausted, she wasn’t sure when she had last sat down to take a breath, but she hadn’t been able to. Meredith was ALIVE, which was all that mattered, but there were a lot of people out there who hadn’t made it, and the ER had needed all hands on deck.

      “Don’t EVER do that again, alright?” She reached out to rest a hand against the other woman’s cheek. Of course they were both aware that this wasn’t a promise either of them could make, or KEEP for that matter. Still, she couldn’t help but want to hear the words, the promise to be more careful.

[oblitcmaa]

Plotted starter for @greyslegacy , @fatalelity && @prcphesiedhope​ from                                                                        DEREK SHEPHERD. 

When Derek Shepherd had walking in on his best friend and wife in bed together, he’d said nothing, done nothing. He’d simply walked away. Their marriage had been on the rocks for a long time now and while that may not have been verbally discussed, they both knew it. but he’d never lowered himself to cheating- especially with one person who would hurt the other the most. So he’d packed his bags and left, after Richard Webber had reached out, offering him a place at seattle grace, he hadn’t hesitated and it had turned out pretty well for a while. He had a good job, he’d met a woman. That woman had later turned out to be an intern at the hospital he worked at but none the less, Derek had been instantly drawn to her.  Seeing her at the hospital hadn’t changed anything, though it had for her. He’d eventually got through to Meredith and for a short while, they’d been a thing, they’d been something and then Addison had walked into the hospital one day and everything had changed and if that hadn’t been bad enough, his youngest sister, the black sheep of the Shepherd family next to Amelia, also happened to be an intern at the hospital.  And oh was life out to get him. He’s called into a patient, a woman, mid-twenties, who had been in an road traffic accident. She had a considerably abrasian to the frontal area of the cranium. Hope followed as he made his way over to the bed where the woman lay and they both look at eachother as they notice the same thing, wondering why OB hadn’t been paged already. 

“ Page OB, NOW. “ he hears Hope speak to a nurse, quickly sees the panic on the woman’s face.  “ Is something wrong with my baby? “ She queries worriedly.  “ Nothing we need to worry about, you hit your head quite hard and we just want to make sure everything is okay with your baby, nothing to panic about. “ his sister gives the woman a small smile and he pulls a flashlight from his pocket. “ Can you follow the light for me? “ he nods as she does so, clicking it off and flashing her a bright smile, it’s at the moment that Addison arrives, along with, Meredith. His gaze continues to fall on her even as he speaks, gaze softening. “ Mrs Pierce, 25 years old, rta, she’s pregnant. “ gaze falls back to Meredith once again, letting out a sigh. 

[allxdifferent]

( intern starter for @greyslegacy )

     “I’m not pissed because a woman got the surgery, I’m pissed that anyone got it but me. It has nothing to do with boobs...unless you want to show me yours.” 

[jenniferiisms]

[ continued from here ] @greyslegacy

The faint buzzing and humming of the TV screen in front of her had never stopped, her eyes remained strained and trained on the texts floating on it – an urgent case. She remembered the other talking about having to investigate something like that and… the situation had escalated since. Her body resting on the bench around the scene of investigation, coat draped across her shoulders – it had been HOURS and she hadn’t heard a single word about her.

Meredith was worried, her eyes closed and she could only swallow that lump in her throat. She shook her head, PRAYING to a god she didn’t believe in that she would make it out alive. Because Meredith albeit a doctor, was no miracle worker and she hated that she had to bank on a miracle.

Then, the SWAT team rushed out – her green eyes widened, desperately searching for her in the crowd. And the moment they met, she ran up and cupped her face into her hands, pressing a firm kiss against her lips before pulling her into her arms tightly. She wasn’t going to cry. She promised herself that and yet, with her heavy breathing and the adrenaline rushing through her veins that was all she could do.

“Never do that again. You can’t leave me. Not like this. ”  Pulling away, her fingers still rested against her cheeks. Green eyes watery, as a heavy sigh of relief fell from Meredith’s lips.

She didn’t think about the fact that she kissed her friend. She didn’t even think about it because right now, JJ consumed her. The thought of losing her consumed her and she hated how much she was being affected by it all.

“ Let me see your injuries.”

JJ had been planning for this entire thing to go down differently. She had been meaning to solve the case with the team and then call Meredith to spend a day or two with her. Not to cause her to worry THIS much. Her job was dangerous, there was no denying that, but it was rare that they actually put themselves in such danger.

The guy had abducted another woman and without any proof they had no right to invade his home, and without really knowing if he kept her there they couldn´t do much. So instead JJ had offered to ring the door bell and look around before giving a sign so they could be saved. 

But she hadn´t been able to send the signal and had instead almost been knocked out by a baseball bat. Crawling to get her gun back she had managed to fire a shot eventually, alerting her team and had eventually been pulled out.

Her head was hurting and for a moment she wasn´t quite sure what was happening, but when she felt hands on her face and Meredith came into view JJ felt her heart miss a beat.

And then she felt lips on hers and maybe she forgot to breathe for just a second.

“Mer.” She eventually managed, hands coming to hold onto the other woman. “I´m...fine. What are you doing here?”

[exjailbird-a]

starter call  |  @greyslegacy

          “  sorry  ,  regina  might  be  digging  a  ditch  with  her  pacing  in  the  waiting  room  .  “  so  she  starts  ,  lighthearted  comment  heavy  with  the  concern  that  radiates  off  of  her  .  “  how  is  he  ?  ‘  the  last  time  henry  was  in  the  hospital  ,  they  had  the  scare  of  their  lives  .  they  thought  they’d  lost  him  .  she  didn’t  know  just  how  much  that  scare  would  come  to  haunt  her  until  now  .  

[herheroics]

@greyslegacy arizona says whattttt

     as she stared up at the house, arizona let out a sigh as she juggled donuts, a bottle of tequila and her walking stick in hand.  at that moment, she felt like an octopus with millions of things in hand but, she needed to be there. she understood what the blonde was going through and she wasn’t able to be there when lexie had originally passed away but she could at least be there now. 

   taking in a few deep breaths, arizona nodded to herself as she juggled the things in her hands before taking the steps slowly up to the front and knocked with her walking stick, she wouldn’t be able to use her hands but her stick would definitely do. she waited a few moments and frowned as meredith didn’t open the door, so, the blonde decided to knock, once more and called out “ come onnnnn, if you don’t open this door i’m going to drop the tequila.”

[healerhearted-archive]

@greyslegacy​ liked this post for an if/then starter!

      “ so what’s the deal with your sister, grey? ”  subtle, mark. really subtle. curiosity has really gotten the better of him this time.

[fatalelity]

@greyslegacy said : ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜

everything's been a blur. she isn't sure how they wounded up here in the back of a car, parked outside of meredith grey's house. in the spirit of friendship, she'd try to justify. except in theory they were only friends via derek — who was not present at the events leading up to this. the desperately clumsy fumbling of her fingers sliding and gripping the other seemingly everywhere, the way how their lips met once and both forgot how to breathe.

meredith speaks and she laughs almost breathlessly so. derek's gonna be so pissed when he finds out. pulling a small distance between their faces, addison barely catches her breath as a shred of clarity ripples in her mind — meredith's right, there's a rager in that ... frat house of her's right now.

" so ... " it would be messy if word gets out. " you don't wanna ruin the plot twist during tomorrow's rose ceremony? " she grins smugly, a singular brow cocks in amusement at the thought of her ex-husband and the vet finding out about this ... situation, that she and the other doctor wounded up in.

" haha ... just kidding. " straightening herself out, she clears her throat. " i, for one, know better than to sign myself up for a dating show. "

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . / accepting

[heartbattled]

@greyslegacy + ( mark sloan )

     “It’s the other half of the dirty mistress duo!” The smile on Mark’s face is nothing short of sunshine, which seems to over-ride the way he actually feels like most of the time. He knows that he’s meant to be this big, gruff, asshole of a guy but hey, he has feelings too. It’s just a little harder for him to show those feelings when people expect so much of him on a day to day basis. “What’s got you lookin’ so sour-faced?”

[smoakiism]

greyslegacy liked your post “GROUP VERSE STARTER CALL for if & then grey’s anatomy group verse only” accepting

“I’m sorry-- I am so sorry! Did I get you?” Felicity had just been trying to turn the corner, but unfortunately she didn’t see the woman’s foot in her way as she did so. Feeling like she went over a bump she immediately panicked that she had rolled over the doctors foot. “Is your foot okay? I’m still trying to learn this thing and it’s not easy to try and get around let me tell you-- or not. You’re probably busy and I just totally ruined this last minute for you. Which I’m going to stop doing, right now--”

[satanmontgcmery]

please don’t cry.

MISCELLANEOUS ANGST STARTERS

      Their jobs were HARD and exhausting, and while they could also be rewarding, there was no denying that there were just days that she’d rather not be around for. There wasn’t much either of them could do about it, really, but it didn’t help that often, their private lives weren’t exactly sunshine and rainbows either.

     Sighing, Addison pressed her hands to her EYES for a moment in an attempt to gather her thoughts. “Sorry,” She then muttered, glancing back at the other woman. “You weren’t supposed to see me like that but...I guess this CLOSET isn’t as secret as I would have hoped.”

[angerbuilt]

@greyslegacy  &  starter call .

❝ back again? ❞  delanie takes a seat up at the bar, glancing to her side to see meredith sat there. this was the third time this week that she’d bumped into meredith and it was starting to feel more and more like a pattern. not that she minds, much. meredith is a good laugh and she’s a formidable opponent when it came to drinking. not bad for a human. 

[ncnducor]

she knocks back another shot, the barkeeper, placing another one in front of her before the now empty glass is back on the counter. good. a nod as thank you. normally, martinis were more her style, but today, was a fucking special day, and this dive offered no good gin, so shots it were.  the anniversary of hope mclandon’s death, of the day she last saw her sister, cheers to that. another shot, another refill. the bite off the alcohol lessens the bite of the past, slows the whirlwind of emotions that curses through her veins. she was good, most days, had distanced herself far enough from that part of her life, but today—- whatever.

another shot, another refill. r e p e a t until she felt no more, until she cared no more. henry believed she was overseas, dealing with another fashion week or shooting or god knows what lie she’d told him. she had time to sober up, to forget all about hope and faith and charity until she faced him again.  

‘ I think you had enough. ’ no refill? ‘ I think you ought to do your job and give me another shot. ’ there is a slight slur to her words, she holds her liquor well—- who was he to judge her intake? ‘ or I’ll find someone else that will. ’ she reaches for her purse, to pay, to leave, to get someone else to buy for her—- she miscalculates and slips off the chair, stumbles forward and into another person. ‘ that wasn’t the alcohol. ’ she half wants to wipe the smug look off the barkeeper's face, half knows her case isn’t exactly waterproof. ‘ whatever—- ’ 

↳ starter for @greyslegacy sc.

[allxdifferent]

- ( sort of ) continued from here @greyslegacy -

     Alex wasn’t sure if Meredith’s text was a subtle offer for him to come over or if she had really only been asking if he was going to come back for his smirnoff because she wanted to drink it but either way he was going to take it as an invitation. After all, it would have been easy for her to just drink it without asking had she really wanted it for herself. He sent her a quick message letting her know he was coming by and headed over to her place with nothing but his phone, keys and wallet on him. Wasn’t like he’d really need anything other than that. 

     He banged on her door with his fist a couple times to signal his presence and then let himself in instead of waiting for her to answer.  “It’s me,” he called out, on the off chance that she might have been alarmed by the sound of someone walking into her house. “Better not have drank all of my smirnoff,” he added as he made his way into the kitchen. He pulled a glass bottle from the fridge and twisted it open, taking a swig and then leaning against the counter.