#Amelia Thread

[caseydundrich]

“Maybe,” Casey said. He was more likely to reuse his outfit for a D&D night over Halloween. He rarely got up to anything on Halloween anymore not typically being the type who liked to go out in crowds. “I’ll think about it,” he said as he put the moonstone back where he’d found it. “No, it looks good,” Casey insisted. “I’ve got a booth of my own this year but all I’m selling is books and prints,” he explained. Set up took him really no time at especially when he’d had Paxton’s help. “Hopefully you guys sell a lot here so you don’t have to lug it back to the shop.”

@theameliaxevans

"Just be sure to bring by a bag of coffee beans- just in case." She told him with a grin before looking him over and nodding, "I suppose not, but the hobbit thing works. If anything it can be recycled in a few months for Halloween? I might do the same shit with this getup." Amelia looked down at herself, fluffing up her skirt a bit before she looked back to him and smirked a bit, "I have countless crystals and things all over my room and I'm not making up excuses to not get another buuuut okay." She just shrugged before looking around at everything set out, "Most of it, yeah. My boss helped bring the supplies over and all and prep everything, but otherwise it was me--so if it's discombobulated and messy, you better not throw me under the bus."

[laureala]

AMELIA + LINK

in Grey's Anatomy 15.17 — And Dream of Sheep

Okay. You still wanna hit me? No. Cause for a minute there it looked like you wanted to hit me. I've got a bit of a hair trigger, it can be scary.

[idolbound]

@sanctamater - continued.

"It pleases."

The affirmation - spoken like evening prayer at the Chantry - comes without hesitation. Elation comes forth from the Knight-Commander, otherwise situated and chained to the confines of her office, her desk for the days to come. It is a welcome reprieve, even if it is forced to be hidden away from the eavesdropping ears and prying eyes of her mortal enemy the First Enchanter across the hall. She is certain she will receive a hard, accusatory stare by day's end; and she does not care.

Amelia's touch - navigating the layers of armour, leather, and fabric alike - find her pulse point between sleeve, gauntlet, and glove; she watches on, as slim, delicate fingers trace her bare skin. It is enough to send a shiver along the length of her arm, resonating beneath heavy plate to her core. Instinctually, after a moment, her hand reaches for Amelia's, lifting it just so slowly to her own lips, ghosting a kiss across each of her knuckles -- a romantic gesture, one of novels and fiction, but one she partakes because of inner desire -- yet another way to touch, to feel, and... perhaps, to love.

"As always, my lady. I've no doubt your records are immaculate," And in truth, their arrangement between the Order and the smithy remains legitimate by the powers that be. "I will add it to my pile," Eyes flick back to her desk, but her feet remain in place. Her gloved hand still holds to Amelia's own, stroking thumb ever so lightly over fingers.

"I have thought of you often since we last... convened."

[wishingonstcrs]

for liz @northernattude

"Couldn't help checking in on me, could you?" she asked, opening the door to her sister. Amelia had to take time off, she didn't have much of a choice with her current injuries, but she wasn't minding it. Being at her apartment in the quiet was nice after the whirlwind of emotions she'd been going through. "You didn't tell me that being a better sister meant more unannounced visits."

[tcbefearless]

@fifteenandcounting / with Amelia Holmes

London was just as it usually was, busy and bustling with people, tourists and those who lived within the city. Sometimes strange things happened in London, those were the things that Amelia's uncle Mycroft Holmes kept under wraps from his niece and brother Sherlock Holmes. Yet the younger Holmes was always too curious and perhaps clever enough to hack into the accounts to read about the blue box and a man who's face changed. They called him The Doctor.

Some called Amelia a danger magnet, (by some this was mostly John Watson) always looking for trouble and never settled unless it found her. Today was no different, running through the back alleys as her heart pounded against her chest, a few cuts and bruises on her arms. Amelia was a pretty young woman, with raven curls and Hazel hues with a pretty pink flush to her cheeks.

"Oh my- I am so sorry!" She apologized as she accidentally collided with someone, her hands placed on his upper arms to steady both herself and him. Yet as hazel eyes found the man she had collided with in the corner of her eye she saw the blue box, carefully placed in the corner of the current alley she was running from. "Oh! You're him!" Yet gunshots echoed through the walls which made Amelia turn her head back, "Amelia Holmes!" A mans voice called.

Two men stood at the end of the entrance of which she came, one with a knife in his hand and the other a single pistol shotgun. "Give us back that memory stick" It was a threat, now most would quiver and run yet Amelia just had this glint in her eye and a small smirk formed on her features. "Oh, you mean this one?" She asked revealing the stick from her pocket "Sorry lads, I think you'll find this is government property, and if you think about shooting in a space this narrow, that bullet will only bounce back and could hit any one of us, which given the gun and the calibre there is roughly a 90 percent chance that it would hit you, and considering you already have liver problems and a history of knee issues I don't think that's very wise" deduction. Something that seemed to run in the Holmes family; Amelia's mind constantly ran at 100 miles per hour, some found it remarkable whereas most found it extremely annoying.

[legxllyblxndc]

Amelia was confused. After the kiss, she had thought that something might have happened between she and Dylan. She wouldn't push him, though. He had enough on. He was already dealing with so much and she didn't want to become another one of his problems. She had ended things with Enzo, though. It wasn't fair of her to keep that going when she knew that she had feelings for Dylan. She couldn't pretend that she didn't anymore and Enzo deserved more than her messing him around. With the extra free time she had now - which wasn't tons with school on top - she'd thrown into helping Dylan. "Here." Amelia muttered as she passed him one of the blood packs that she picked up for him before going into the living room. "I know you don't want to in front of the rest of us but I really think it's something that you need to do. I think it'll help you get over your hang ups, you know?" She wouldn't push him. She wasn't about to force him to do something he didn't want to do but she wanted him to feel comfortable with his new self now.

@foreverwednesday

[onismstrikes]

@wishingonstcrs , @northernattude

Andy lay on the bed in the firehouse, her body still aching from the assault, though Carina's presence had offered some comfort. The bruises on her arms were still tender, and the weight of what had happened felt like a heavy blanket over her chest. She kept replaying the incident in her mind—everything had happened so quickly, and yet, in a way, it felt like she had been in that moment for hours. The kind of moment that would stick with her, the kind that changed something inside you.

Her eyes flicked toward the door, wondering if Carina had stepped out to make the calls. She could feel the familiar mix of dread and gratitude gnawing at her, knowing Andrew and Amelia were on their way. Carina had insisted on reaching out to them, and part of Andy was glad—she wanted them to know. But there was also a small, lingering fear that they'd look at her differently now. That they'd see her as something broken, a victim, when she'd spent so much of her life fighting to not be seen that way.

She let out a shaky breath and pulled the blanket tighter around herself. She hated feeling vulnerable, but in this moment, she didn't have the strength to hold it all together. Andy closed her eyes, wishing she could just sleep through this. It was only a matter of time before Andrew and Amelia would walk through that door. Would they be angry? Would they ask her why she hadn't said something sooner? She didn't know, but she knew one thing—whatever happened, she wouldn't be facing it alone. Not anymore.

Her fingers tightened around the fabric of the blanket, and she took another deep breath, willing herself to hold it together just a little longer.

[rara-avis-fr]

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Flyer seen pinned up across multiple Lanternlea Port taverns, bulletin boards, lampposts, and front doors

[wornkindness]

sometimes it's hard being an oc because i don't get threads with characters in her canon

[dccaying]

( 𖤐 CLOSED STARTER ) — Elijah x Amelia. Where? Just outside Family Medicine When? Not long before the vigil @drmurder

"Shit, fuck," Eli jumped out of his truck and took three long strides across the road, cigarette dangling from his mouth. He’d figured she was green enough still not to close up shop for the vigil — but there she was, loading up her car. That car. The one half the town already had opinions about. Maybe she was going. And it hit him, then — the vigil wasn’t just for the grieving. It was pulling in the curious, too. Mourning and morbid tourism, hand in hand. He breathed out smoke and tension in the same breath, though neither seemed to leave him fully. He looked worse for wear. Storm-weathered, with something tight behind his eyes like he hadn’t slept right in a decade. Or two. Pain was just background hum now. Static. “Dr. Mercer.” No hello. No pleasantries. Just the kind of greeting that sounded like bad news. “I’ll be out of your hair in two minutes.” A beat. Quieter: “Got somewhere to be. Guess you do too.” He didn’t say vigil. Didn’t need to. It hung in the air like smoke — slow and bitter, curling off the end of his cigarette the same way the whole damn day had been burning down. “You got anythin' for... old pain?” A pause. A shift. “It flares up when —” He shook his head once. Then once more. “Just need somethin' for the flare-ups. The rest is covered.”

[keolalagaaia]

closed for: @theameliaxevans

where: a place famously referenced in wheatus’ teenage dirtbag

“Halt,” Keo requests as he stops dead in front of Amelia before she can pass him by, his hands outstretched and floating at either side of her head without actually touching her, “Viiiibe check.”

He’s not sure himself what that entails as he pretends to concentrate like he’s reading a frequency but like most things, he reckons he’ll find it along the way.

“Looks good. So do you,” He drops his hands then and smiles, fine with his findings, “How we doing? No conundrums, catastrophes or crash outs on the horizon tonight, right?”

[withbeasts]

" see? " there is a little ghost decoration on the window. " you match. i almost see through you. "

@vitalphenomena.

[wishingonstcrs]

closed for Andrew @northernattude (for now)

"I'm okay," Amelia said, watching her boyfriend burst through the door. "Kepner is keeping me overnight, but I'll be good to leave in the morning," she told him. "Just a few broken ribs and some cuts and bruises. I'm okay," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around him. "I called the station and Andy's on a call. Gibson said he'll let her know to come by once she's back." Amelia just held onto Andrew, even though it hurt with the broken bones. "There's... something else," she added, the hesitation in her voice clear.

[tcbefearless]

@brokenandlonelysouls For Hal

Tom had insisted that Amelia taught him to waltz wanted to feel like a proper gentleman he had said. After what seemed like weeks of asking, the young Holmes finally gave in to the werewolf. Amelia had moved everything to the side, her phone on the Bluetooth speaker to classical music. "Alright Tom" Amelia commented, "place your hand here and here" she guided, "straight back" Alex was watching from the sofa that had been moved slightly, a grin on her face.

"and 1..2..3" of course Amelia led to begin with so he could get the rhythm of it, "on the balls of your feet, I step with this one and then you go back with this one" Although Tom simply wasn't getting it. "Oh maybe I'm just not good at this!" He was already getting frustrated, Amelia gave a sympathetic smile. "Maybe you need a demonstration first" Amelia decided eyes going toward Hal, offering her hand to him. "Come on Hal, let's give master Thomas a proper demonstration" Amelia commented, Alex grinned at the vampire "Oh go on Hal! It won't be for long and it will help Tom" She tried to encourage.

[goddesstrolls]

((TW for general violence, death))

Warran caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of horns, and slipped into an alley in the hopes of avoiding his former church member.

"Fuckin' scared, are you, Warran?"

Aexoti's voice came down the alley in spite of his attempt to hide, and Warran mentally cursed. Two more clowns appeared as Warran turned to face the troll he'd called a friend for most of his life.

"Nah, I just didn't want to look at your fuckin' ugly mug." Snapped Warran, uncaptchaloguing his poleaxe. He could tell by now when a fight was brewing.

Aexoti uncaptchalogued his hammer, and Warran narrowed his eyes.

"Usin' that fuckin' hammer even though I was the one who taught your bitch ass how to use it?"

"You didn't teach me shit," Aexoti spat, an outright lie. "Fuckin' look at you, pathetic bastard. Should'a been you that kicked it instead of--"

Warran lunged with his poleaxe, stabbing Aexoti in the gut. He didn't stop there- pitching the end of the weapon upwards to keep the smaller troll skewered on it before throwing him backwards into the alley wall. Warran saw him land on his head and Aexoti crumpled, and didn't move again.

The two younger trolls he'd been accompanying backed off, one of them exclaiming "holy shit!" before turning to run.

"Come on!" Roared Warran, whirling around to take a proper fighting stance. "Fuckin' scared of an old bastard past his prime?"

The other subjuggulator responded to his taunt by bringing out a nail-laden baseball bat. He swung it for Warran's shoulder, and Warran blocked the blow before shoving the troll backwards into the street. He stepped onto the sidewalk and slammed the axe side down on the troll's leg, nearly severing it as the troll screamed.

A throwing knife sunk into Warran's ribs. He snarled and jerked the weapon out, it would impede his movements- As he turned to face Tinora, a laughassassin, accompanied by her apprentice and the other young subjuggulator.

"Picking on the kids, Warran? That's a new low for you."

"Getting harrassed by Aexoti is fuckin' what. Go scrape his ass off the floor and leave me the fuck alone, probably broke his damn neck." Warran growled, knowing that Tinora would be a challenge for him to fight against.

"He's dead then." Tinora replied coldly, twirling another knife in her fingers. "I can't go back without getting revenge for him. Nothing personal."

"Nothing personal my ass." Hissed Warran, and he charged at her, swinging for her torso. She dodged, as he anticipated, and he continued his assault, making multiple swings- Every one of them, dodged.

"You always fuckin' hated me, you always fuckin' hated that Meirra stayed with me," hissed Warran- Lies, he knew, but he had to rile her up for his voodoos to work to their full extent.

Tinora narrowed her eyes and threw another knife, which Warran attempted to dodge, but the young subjuggulator had entered the fight- Slamming their mace into his shoulder with their full body weight while his attention was on Tinora.

He staggered a step before redirecting his motion into a swing, throwing the subjuggulator several feet across the street with the pole of his weapon. "Fuckin' STAY OUT OF IT!"

While his back was turned, Tinora pounced, sinking a knife into his back between his ribs. Warran wheezed as the air escaped from his lungs, and then he reached behind him to grab Tinora.

She very narrowly dodged, his fingers only just grazing her. He saw fear flicker in her eyes as he turned to face her again. "Gonna have to do better than that to kill me!" He wheezed. "Scared of me, Ra? You pickin' a fight you don't think you can win?"

"Shut your mouth, Warran." Hissed Tinora, dodging another swipe Warran made with his axe.

"Don't think I will!" He made to stab her, and she leapt, landing on the end of his weapon, balancing on the pole while lunging forward with a knife.

The blade grazed Warran's throat, but gave him an opening to grab hers.

He wasted no time in slamming her against the pavement and pinning her there.

"Call it, Tinora, or I'll splatter your brains across the pavement!" Warran hissed, tasting blood in his mouth. "I ain't stupid enough to kill you. I didn't kill Aexoti on purpose. Leave me the fuck alone."

Warran let her go and straightened, staggering a few steps back and putting a hand to his neck. He felt light-headed, and with a glance downward he saw his shirt was completely soaked in blood, with more spilled on the pavement.

He backed away, seeing the subjuggulator he'd thrown was still picking themselves up, and Tinora was moving too slowly to be intending on continuing the fight.

Warran bolted, fresh flecks of blood coating his tongue with every exhale.

At this rate he'd drown in his own blood. The thought of going to a hospital and being saddled with medical debt filled him with an unexpected despair- He'd rather lie down and bleed out here than live with that.

He turned down another street and made a beeline for the one troll he knew that lived near here.

[onismstrikes]

@wishingonstcrs

Megan had been pacing outside the on-call room for a solid two minutes before she finally knocked. Not too hard, not too soft—just enough that it wouldn’t be mistaken for someone passing by. She took a slow breath, one hand still curled around a disposable coffee cup, lukewarm by now.

She'd seen Amelia walk in a few moments before and was trying to work up the courage to knock on that door. To begin the conversation that she needed to have.

“Dr. Shepherd?” she called gently, pushing the door open just a crack. “You got a minute?”

Her tone was calm, but there was something underneath it—hesitation, maybe, or something a little more cautious. This wasn’t a surgical consult or a quick hallway update. Megan stepped inside fully, letting the door close behind her.

It wasn't going to be a secret why Megan was reaching out. But she supposed that was the point.