#replies; lucy.

[lucy-stone]

I can’t get over how you draw ears!

I actually really love drawing ears!!! Thank you for noticing, I spend a lot of time on them 🥹 Have a random Gaz, sweet anon 🩷

[heartsdefine]

        Lucy had only been topside for about a week, and to say the culture shock'd had an effect on her would be an understatement. Already, she'd started to do things she never would've imagined herself doing before she left Vault 33. Like pointing a gun at someone before she'd even said hello. But even then, she felt no instinct to threaten and rob someone who'd just saved her life. That was something she definitely still couldn't imagine.

        “I don't think I could do that to someone who helped me,” Lucy said. “At least, I sure hope not.” As the vents on Karlach's shoulders expended another blast of heat, Lucy's eyes widened slightly. “Golly, you do run hot, huh?” She wanted to ask how a person ends up generating more heat than a dedicated heating unit, but this didn't really seem like the time.

        “I'd be grateful just to have some company on the way,” she said, the sentiment echoed in her expression. “I mean, there's gotta be some safety in numbers, right?” She smiled. “The raider goes by the name of Moldaver. She broke into my vault and killed half our population before she made off with my dad.” Lucy looked sheepish. “So this is...bound to be dangerous.” Her intonation was careful. It seemed like most people up here had heard of Moldaver, and Lucy didn't expect Karlach would still want to help after hearing the name.

"I'll say. Not often you save someone and they actually thank you for it and not rob you at gunpoint afterwards." To meet those with their heads stuck in the clouds was a rare thing, indeed. What remained of the world after The Great War had done a good job of squashing the hopes and dreams of anyone who dared to have them. Karlach, herself, had been reminded as a girl to remain good at heart and everything would fall into place as it should. How had her mother worded it? Be good, Karlach. What is meant to be yours will never pass you by.

As if like clockwork, the vents at her shoulders opened and let out a shrill hiss of steam. One thing it had been good for was the fact that glare of the mid-afternoon sun did not bother her as much as might with others. No sunburn felt like a perk she was allowed to brag about. "Not in the slightest, but it helps sometimes. Things out here can get pretty stabby, bitey and claw-y, and nothing puts a beast off like a hot gob."

Karlach lowered her hand, and for a brief moment her brow furrowed. For all intents and purposes she wore the same garb of most of the knuckleheads patrolling this way, but she had done her best to give them a wide berth. Duck somewhere private at night so the glow of her entire body didn't give her away, and she could live in peace. "Oh yeah? Wouldn't mind something to do, actually. You got a name? Of the raider, I mean. Not your dear old dad."

[floertoer]

[renegadesstuff]

ALEXI (on insta): “Chemistry is one of those magical things that takes on a life of its own.” 🫶

[a-literate-chicken]

I heard you like chicken photos

So here is Miss Luci Bird doing her thing (avoiding the roosters)

And here's the Only Nesting Box Ever No There Are Not Five Others Only This One.

That appears to be Duchess (Speckled Sussex), Lovely (stripes), and... Raven (black banty), I think. Sapphire is also in this box but wasn't visible on this side. She's behind Duchess.

There's not a lot of intelligence in this coop.

I LOVE ALL OF THEM

[vyrulent]

plotted thing || @xmultimusesx

He'd been kind to help her with her bags, Christmas presents for those that worked in her office. She'd not invited him up to her apartment building, but they had exchanged phone numbers. Lucy had men in her life. There'd been Jack, Quincey, and Arthur off and on throughout her adult life, but there was always something missing.

Lucy couldn't help but smile at his smile. His accent had been charming and he'd helped her when he held no need.

So she decided to try her luck.

[ text to Remmick ]: Thank you for helping me -- it's Lucy Westenra btw [ text to Remmick ]: I was wondering something. Would you like to go out tonight if it's not such short notice? There's a club I like to go to.

[vickyvicarious]

Your talk of hands made me focus immediately whilst reading in this

"Very shortly after [Lucy] opened her eyes in all their softness, and putting out her poor, pale, thin hand, took Van Helsing’s great brown one; drawing it to her, she kissed it."

Augh such a good emphasis on their differences... On top of it hers is a dying hand (she should have been living and preparing for her wedding and playing tennis and writing back to her worried Mina) and while he's old and full of life ready to carry her will, he should be watching her walk down the aisle with Arthur not with Desth

Yes, definitely. Poor, pale, thin - Lucy's wasting away here, whereas Van Helsing is full of life and vigor comparatively. Even though she is young and he is old. It also emphasizes their dynamic, with Van Helsing's hand being "great" and thus implied to be much bigger than hers, leaning in not only to her current frailty but to him seeing her almost like a child he must care for, and her finding comfort in his protection.

"Down the aisle with Arthur not with Death" oooof but I love the way you said that. Especially with the timing of her staking happening on what would have been her wedding night. In a way Arthur, in being the one to kill vampire!Lucy (or at least, do the main part of it, with the doctors stepping in to cut her head off after), walks her to death himself. But a proper death, not becoming the kind of predatory Death of vampires.

I also really like this moment for how it preludes a later one, when Mina too is preparing for her death:

"When you shall be convinced that I am so changed that it is better that I die that I may live. When I am thus dead in the flesh, then you will, without a moment's delay, drive a stake through me and cut off my head; or do whatever else may be wanting to give me rest!" Quincey was the first to rise after the pause. He knelt down before her and taking her hand in his said solemnly:— "I'm only a rough fellow, who hasn't, perhaps, lived as a man should to win such a distinction, but I swear to you by all that I hold sacred and dear that, should the time ever come, I shall not flinch from the duty that you have set us. And I promise you, too, that I shall make all certain, for if I am only doubtful I shall take it that the time has come!" "My true friend!" was all she could say amid her fast-falling tears, as, bending over, she kissed his hand.

Lucy knows she is about to die, knows at least to some degree that she is about to become a vampire. This moment you point out happens because she is both thanking Van Helsing for protecting Arthur from her mere moments ago... and also requesting that he protect Arthur from her after death, by killing her. She doesn't say so as clearly as Mina does, but the meaning is obvious: "My true friend, and his! Oh, guard him, and give me peace!"

So it's the request for death before they can harm anyone, the hand used to make the promise, the kiss on said hand in gratitude. It's the exact wording in some places, both the men saying I swear and both women calling them my true friend.

The imagery makes me think of knights and their ladies, and the devotion that each man shows to the oath taken in these moments holds true. Van Helsing waits alone in the graveyard all night, fully prepared to die at Dracula's hands for Lucy's sake. Quincey dies ensuring that the moment he swore to act against Mina will never come.

They are great moments both.

[notnotstarving]

A Compilation of Woodluce Quotes to Prove They are Literally Canon

Part 1 because I'm obsessed

Feel free to comment your favorite one

Here they are being so cutesy and domestic:

They for sure take turns doing the chores so their honey doesn't get too tired 💕

Here they are complimenting each other so nicely:

So adorable how positive and supportive they are with one another 💕 We also know Lucy can smell (how? Idk), and she goes nuts for Woodie's piney smell!! The eggnog one isn't a compliment but it was so cute I needed to include it

They may be toothrottingly sweet, but they also have fun teasing each other:

Lucy makes fun of him more, but Woodie has his fun too every now and then 💕

Everyone knows Lucy's a tad bit possessive, she's kinda a little nervous, hot headed, and jealous little lady; But Woodie has no problem reassuring her or affirming his love for her:

I MEAN, it's really absolutely NO issue for Woodie to do this because this lady occupies every little crevice of his mind. He's literally so mindful of her all the time:

Now this is truly a man who is WHIPPED, he will do whatever his wife tells him to do:

Do you think the reason he wears white boots, white gloves, white shirt, is because Lucy says black isn't his color? Maybe she prefers him in white, and that's why he's dressed in mostly white despite it being impractical for his field of work. Like he's willing to do extra laundry to get those mud and grass stains out if it means looking good for Lucy 💕

[usher-foundation-lincoln-branch]

Statement of Lucile Philips, regarding moths. Statement taken July 6, 2025.

Hello. I… don’t know why I’m here. They said you would like me. Said you wanted to listen to me. I don’t know why you’d want that. I’m not very interesting. But they tell me I am. They’re very nice.

My first memories are when I was nine. My mother gave me my first moth. A Luna moth named Luanne. She’s here with me now. I’m twenty seven now. People always say moths don’t live that long. Say that I’m crazy. Say she’s a monster. I’m a monster. But she’s so kind. How can something be a monster if it’s so kind? She gets me out of my head. When I cry. She sits on my hand and tells me it’s alright. Just like she always did.

When I was ten, my mom got sick. She made me promise to take care of the moths. I would’ve promised even if it wasn’t her dying wish. I love them. We grew close after my mother died. Me and all of them. I think it was because of isolation. They only had me, and I only had them.

They got me to eat again. To talk again. To be a person again. They taught me how to look at myself and think I’m pretty. Well, Carlos helped with that too. The cashier at the store where I would buy their food. He always called me pretty. He called my moths pretty to. That’s how I knew he had good taste in what was pretty. He had to move away a while ago. We tried to keep in touch but he met a new girl. She was also very pretty. I didn’t blame him for loving her. I would’ve loved her too. Her eyes were the color of Saturn, one of my atlas moth. I would love to meet her someday.

Now it’s just me and my moths. They live on me. They make their chrysalises in my hair. They pretend to be charms on my necklace. They make me feel very pretty, and I make them feel safe. Sometimes on cold days the little ones like being in my mouth, but they can’t be in the wet for too long. They’re very sensitive, moths.

A lot of people call me insane. You wouldn’t call me insane, would you? I’m not insane. I just like my family. My moths. They’re kind. You’d understand if you met them. But no one ever meets them. They all try to take me away, say they can fix me. Then they touch me, and I get scared, and my moths get angry, and then they’re gone. They’re not monsters. They’re just protecting me, like my mom wanted them to do. And then the police start asking me questions, and then they tell me I’m crazy, and then they grab me to take me away, and my moths get mad again, and no one listens! They love me. They just want to protect me. But no one ever listens. And the they die. I don’t want anyone to die. I just want friends. I just want family. I just want my moths. They’re kind to me. No one else is kind to me.

They say I need to make more friends. Say I’m isolating again. Say it’s not good for me. This is good for me. You know about me now. Maybe you could be my friend. We could go out for coffee sometime? I don’t know when you’re reading this, but you have my information, don’t you? I put it on the paperwork, just like you asked! You could tell me about you, since you already know about me. I’m sure you’re very pretty. I’d love to see you. My moths would to. They’re very kind, I promise!

Please? Just to talk?

Click.

I’ve sent a reply to the statement Lucile sent in. The fact she’s willing to talk more is incredibly rare around here! There might be some danger involved in speaking with her again, but it’ll be worth it! And I can defend myself if shit hits the fan, and I can’t get the fuck out. I’m good at that. Plus-

They pause.

I’ve- well, I heard of bugs similar to this. They weren’t moths, but they were documented by an intriguing individual I interviewed Errin about- I’ll have to look back at those clips, especially if she agrees to speak with me again.

I’ve told her to meet me on June 22 at Vidrum Teahouse, a favorite of mine. 11:35 AM, sharp. Hopefully she shows. I’ll be bringing the tape recorder either way. Will update if anything changes.

The recorder stops.

[kipperlillyforpresident]

new fandom redraw trend! draw the rat grinders like this <3

[atomiqueen]

        “Golly, I sure hope it's not.” Lucy hasn't had that particular experience yet and is hoping to avoid it. “I'm not sure I'd take the fall quite so much in stride.” 

"I mean, for the most part. It was only the second story."

"I mean, it's like a right of passage in Diamond City. Only left a couple scars too. Probably got off lucky, honestly."

[savingsallow]

Cough cough mads hvidt COUGH-

—but first our dear Val 😌✍🏻✍🏻✍🏻♡

LUCY!!!! 🫣❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

— since you so politely coughed, here's a photo of mads for you:

and a photo of val!

enjoy! 🤭💕

[lucyllawless]

Do you have a favourite picture of lucy lawless ? If yes, could you share it? much love!

I don’t think there’s a Lucy pic that isn’t flawless (🥁🥁)

I always loved this one

And what I call her “Lucy being very Lucy” pics

And finally, what is possibly my favorite genre, Lucy wearing sunglasses while in full costume

[sassylich]

I don’t wanna sound like a cunt or anything, but I wanted to say, perhaps consider trying to not move to Portland itself please consider moving at minimum 70 miles outside of it. I am sayin this because it is quite literally the same environment but significantly less cost. Trust me- Source have lived here my whole life

buddy, pal, i'm not the one moving. even if i was, a 70+ mile commute to a job in portland would be a hell of a thing

[vyrulent]

continued || @xmultimusesx

Lucy quite liked how the world had continued on. Together, she and Remmick had watched technology push the world far into the future. They'd even been able to watch the moon landing and see the sun thanks to the invention of the television set.

But she did enjoy the cell phones the most.

[ text ]: No. I need more sugar for my tea. [ text ]: But please note that I am missing you quite a bit right now

[vickyvicarious]

That reminds me how I had to stop reading Goodreads reviews for Dracula some years ago because there were too many rants about the fat comment to the point I had to go back and re-read it to see if I had read it differently than everyone else on the planet somehow!

Goodreads? But Tumblr is supposed to be the piss on the poor site! Don't steal our shtick!

...but yeah, it's pretty clearly a "fat and happy"/"fat = healthy" usage of the word. It comes right after all the other reassurances about her health, and directly precedes her being obviously very happy with Arthur. She's not complaining here, and he wasn't insulting her.

In fact, adding on to that... this is responding to Mina's letter, where she mentions that Jonathan is "so thin and pale and weak-looking." This was a bad thing there. So Lucy (who said the air here would be good for Jonathan too) is also kind of contrasting her healthy and getting fat self to his unhealthy thinness with this line.