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luwritesomething · 1 year

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HOW DIFFERENT SCREAM CHARACTERS WOULD CUDDLE WITH READER.

hi !!! since i haven't gotten any requests out this weekend due to schoolwork, i decided to make these short headcanons for the main friend group in scream 1 + mickey altieri. i'll soon start writing all your requests !!!

Sidney Prescott

listen i have the feeling that she's great at cuddles for some reason.

we know for a fact that after her mother she started rejecting sexual touches or advances, but she most definetely loves cuddles.

it would be so natural for her to start cuddling if you two are together.

and she truly does enjoy physical touch, especially as a form of intimacy.

i think physical touch might just be her love language.

so she's always touching you lightly, stroking your hair, idk she's always physically there.

sid also leans a lot into you, like she does with billy at the fountain when they're talking about casey and steve

it's just natural for her.

chilling in bed with her arm around you might just be her favorite activity.

Tatum Riley

LISTEN,,, she loves cuddling you !!

she's really cuddle

tatum is very keen to physical contact with everyone, even people she doesn't know that well

so people she loves or is close too??? they're so spoiled with her touch.

probably likes bring the big spoon but doesn't mind to be the center of attention from time to time.

please cuddle her during her vulnerable to moments, all queens break </3

teases you a lot about liking her cuddles, especially if you've told her you do like them.

but in like,,, a loving and fun way.

she always has the widest smile in her face when you two are together, especially if you're alone and cuddling. this girl loves you so much <3

she also looks like someone comfortable to cuddle with

like, the kind of person that is soft and it all feels cozy and right.

Randy Meeks

i love him so much i have to write more for him.

i feel like randy in scream 1 was a bit more shy than he was in scream 2

so like,,, he will not initiate physical contact with you under no circumstances, you're gonna have to be the one

especially if you're in a relationship with him, he's gonna take everything so painfully slow

but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you

heck, he's dying to cuddle you, he's just kind of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it more and more. he's so silly i love him

once you do start cuddling he gets ADDICTED

please don't cuddle him while you guys are watching movies because he'll JUMP --- his body is in tension while watching movies, especially horror ones, so just... don't

but please come cuddle him while you're resting at the fountain with the others

and please come cuddle him when you stay for the night at his place

WILL get flustered if his little sister walks in on you two cuddling bc he just looks like the type

awkward moments are real with him. like, getting too hot because of the proximity and not bearing the heat, accidentally touching what's not to touch, all that stuff no one talks about when cuddling.

"randy, that's my butt."

"SORRY!"

"y/n, my arm is falling asleep, move"

Billy Loomis

he's touch starved, that's the starter

but also he's very picky about who he touches, when and how

assholy claims he doesn't cuddle like he's gonna get a fucking price or something

but he's actually a sucker for cuddles

the thing is he only ever cuddles with people he's known for a very very very very very very very long time

so there's that

please don't touch his hair while you guys cuddle, you'll get oil all over your hands

he's that motherfucker that will reject your touch and the next minute have his arm around your waist

because the fact is,,, billy is actually touchy

especially if he wants to get something

but anyways,,,

he'll cuddle you while you two watch movies, but eventually will stop since he'll rather put his whole attention in the movie

fortunately, billy is hyper aware while cuddling. no awkward moments will ever happen because he avoids touching what's not to touch every single time, and he'll do it so subtly too

he fell asleep in ten minutes the first time you guys cuddled.

that's a compliment since he almost never has his guard down, especially not during first times

please rub his back while cuddling !!!

Stu Macher

stu is probably the best one to cuddle

he's a very physical person and he loves cuddles

will beg for them if needed

but truth is, in your relationship cuddles came early and with the intention to stick around.

he just loves dropping anything he's doing to go cuddle you

will get bored soon, though, so shifting positions is a constant, and doing something else is a must.

please let him be the little spoon from time to time

he just wants to be held

please touch his hair while cuddling him !!!!!

whatever it is you're doing, come cuddle him !!!!!

"there's nothing a good cuddling session can't fix, babe"

will smile so brightly, too, because you just look so beautiful in his arms and all relaxed <3

Mickey Altieri

he's so smooth about every single move he makes in your relationship duwhdooqiw

will introduce cuddles slowly, but truth is, he has always been touching you

like,,, reassurance touches during classes, or when you guys are out with the others

somehow, he was always touching you

which gives away the fact that he loves physical contact

will cuddle you while watching movies with you, and will end up forgetting about them to instead focus on you

he always feels so calm when he has his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

mickey closes his eyes and smells your scent softly

and the first time he did so he blushed because he had never realized how much he liked you until then

will play with your hands

i don't know how to explain it but fidgeting with each other's hands and fingers is the best feelings ever

especially when cuddling

he laughs a lot when he cuddles you. he's very happy that he gets to do that with you

GOD, HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

marry the damn killer already

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 5 months

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Hypochondriac Hymn

there's a space between my collarbones

a little hollow of warmth

I place my fingers in the dip

and wait for the rush of blood

a little pressure against my throat

the thump of a shot of life

despite the fears

that keep my hands here

my heart still beats

the same old pace

in that space between my collarbones

~ xoxo, Love yoU (Lord my God)

#as a kid I didn't know where a person's pulse point actually was but I knew I was scared #so to this day when I'm afraid of my own body I habitually press into the hollow of my throat #because I can feel my heart beating there #sometimes I think I could write poetry #Lu writes

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alldni · 1 year

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I’ll PLEDGE to Quackity

Soo uhm abt the fanfic thing, it doesn’t have to be a page long, max 5-6 coz I don’t want you to over exert yourself

and I have two options so you can write whatever you want

Sbi fic that takes place during Neapolitan trio’s childhood. Techno is a piglin, he has the ability to switch between a more piglike and more human-like form. Just some nice fluffy stuff

Ranboo and Tubbo walk through the forest, mostly platonic (maybe some hand holding?? That’s all tho) They could find a bee or something idrc, just some more fluffy nice things :)

Again thank you sm!! You don’t have do anything if you don’t want too, I was probably going to vote for Quackity anyway so please don’t feel obligated at ALL

hello one thing about me is that im a bedrock bros propagandist. sorry this took a while i had some appointments this morning heehee

dsmpers: pledge to vote quackity for a 1-page drabble, pledge to vote quackity AND vote doc for a 2-page drabble <;3

Babies didn’t tend to like Techno. People did say babies could detect things everyone else couldn’t – could see spirits, feel energies their parents didn’t. So even when Techno walked the roads in his human form, even when he tried to look as normal as he possibly could… it was only inevitable: the second he passed an infant, it would erupt into tears.

Then, there was Tommy.

Tommy cried constantly. Cried and screamed. Wailed his meaty fists against anyone who held him, threw his formula bottles across the room, generally wreaked havoc. Which was why he was Wilbur’s problem when Phil wasn’t home. Wilbur was older, anyway. He was in charge. And Techno had other, more important things to do.

Potatoes to plant. Books to read. Dogs to tame.

Except, of course, for:

“Techno!”

Techno sighed. He gave his potatoes one last, longing look. Then, slowly, he straightened himself out, stood up straight, and leveled his approaching brother with a glare. Wilbur was sprinting full speed toward him; he still had bits of baby puke on his shoulder. Ugh.

“You want me to calm him down,” Techno said as Wilbur came into earshot.

Wilbur skidded to a stop, planted his hands on Techno’s shoulders, and nodded gravely. “You’re a good man, Technoblade.” Techno rolled his eyes and left Wilbur with a command to finish watering the garden.

Inside the cottage, Tommy was screaming up a storm, beating his fists and kicking his feet in the air. His crib was a mess, blankets and pillows twisted up everywhere, some of them on the floor, somehow.

Techno didn’t like picking Tommy up. He was small. Fragile. Techno could make any number of mistakes, could hurt Tommy any number of ways. But the baby was sobbing, taking big, gasping breaths, and Techno was starting to get nervous he’d run out of air.

Slowly, he reached into the crib. Past the frantic hands and feet, he delicately, gently, carefully, wrapped his hands around Tommy’s stomach, and pulled him up. Holding him out at an arm’s length, Tommy caught Techno’s eye and held his gaze as he screamed. Stubborn fucker.

“I don’t know why you like this so much,” Techno said, and started to shift.

And there was the magic. The second Techno’s skin had tinted pink, tusks poked out of his mouth, and his ears grew long and pointy, Tommy calmed. The runt laughed, reaching clumsily for the tusks, the ears.

“Alright,” Techno said, and pretended his face wasn’t as warm as Netherflame. Pretended his heartbeat wasn’t as fast as a rabbit’s. He pulled the runt close to his chest, tucked his chin against the wispy tufts of growing-in gold, and held him there for a long while.

#bedrock bros #mcytblrsexyman #mcytblr sexyman #mcytblr sexymen poll #mcytblr sexymen bracket #quackity sweep #quackity #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #neapolitan trio #sleepy bois fanfic #lu talks #lu writes #dumbartist101

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letitrainathousandflames · 2 years

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Rushed

Rating: E (18+)

Summary: Rex and Jedi!Reader share a quick moment before Rex has to go away on a mission. Soft lovemaking + yearning.

Tags: long distance relationship, smut, quickie, standing sex, creampie, established relationship, partially clothed sex, armor sex, romantic fic, innapropriate use of the Force, aftercare

It’s always like this. Rushed, hidden and much quicker than you’d like to be. But Rex is a busy man and you cannot allow others to see you this close, much closer than your oath to the Jedi Order and Rex’s to the Republic’s army would ever allow.

Thank the stars that his office is key-card locked and his ARC troopers diligent enough to take care of things in his absence even when their battallion is about to go off-planet into a mission. You couldn’t possibly let Rex go without saying goodbye. Without feeling the warmth of his skin against yours and the softness of his lips on your own.

He presses his armored body against you, pinning your wrists to the wall and making you whine out a sigh as the pressure pushes the air out of your lungs. Rex is big, his body muscular and powerful, and in his armor he looks even broader, all of him build to fight and kill.

But in his honeyed brown eyes you see his true self. The kind man that has sworn to always keep you safe and happy, no matter how many obstacles may stand in the way of your love.

The pull of the dark side makes itself known in the way you consider giving it all up. Running away with him somewhere away from the war where you could become his lover and nothing more, living only off the love you share. But it is fruitless. The light in you - in both of you - keeps you grounded here, in your place, in your duty.

In this stolen moment of quiet intimacy.

Rex tips your chin up, lowering his face down to kiss you. Your hands, now free, cradle his face, thumbs stroking the sharp cheekbones. You wish to stay in this instant of softness, but time is not a friend to either of you.

So your hands drift down to his plastoid-armored chest, nails tracing the grooves of his armor down his abdomen, fingers finding his belt and deftly removing it with practiced ease. Rex takes it off your hands, lowering it as much as he can towards the floor without interrupting the kiss, letting it crumple down with a dull thud.

Every next piece of garment and armor is removed with increased speed, both of you hungry for the other and equally concerned about the dreadful moment Rex’s comlink would ring.

Codpiece and its back plate clunk to the ground. Your boots are impatiently kicked out, and the elegantly laced robes are tugged and yanked until they part enough to reveal your breasts, your pants unfastened and kicked down to your feet and off them next. Your eager fingers undo Rex’s fitted blacks, tugging them down and curling around his hard, leaking cock.

Supporting your back to the wall, Rex brings his hands to your ass, fingers digging in the soft flesh as he lifts you up with ease, hips slotting themselves between your parted thighs just as you cross your ankles over the small of his back while your fingers grasp at his broad shoulders.

His need has him panting even before he manages to take his cock in one hand to guide it inside you, and your own need has you so drenched wet it is clear that no further foreplay is required.

When the thick head of Rex’s cock is pressed against your slit, your eyebrows arch in sweet agony as you grind your hips down, struggling to take his length. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve fucked, it always feels like he’ll barely fit in inside you.

Your slickness makes you slide down further, his cock sinking deep into you, and you let out a moan; Rex’s mouth devours yours in a hungry kiss, muffling the sounds, and you throw your arms over his shoulders, your breasts meeting the already slightly warm chestplate. Your fingers caress the prickly blond fuzz on the back of his head, your tongue pressing hard against his own.

When he slides fully inside you, your clit meeting his pelvis, your eyes roll back and you whimper, rolling your hips and chasing more. More friction, more of the pain-pleasure of the stretch, more of him - of your sweet, beautiful Rex.

Rex himself is moaning into the kiss as well, hands squeezing tight at your ass and bringing your hips down on him hard and fast in time with sharp upward thrusts. It doesn’t take long before both of you are breathless and sweaty, clinging to one another like you’ll never have another chance.

- and you might not, you think, and your heart sinks at the thought -

“M’getting close, cyare...” Rex pants as he licks a wet stripe along the tendon on the side of your neck “You feel so good... so tight and - hnngh - so perfect...”

“M-me too...” you whine, biting your lip “Kriff, Rex, you feel amazing... Hnn... So good...”

Rex presses you bodily against the wall, one hand releasing your ass to cup your hip, thumb sinking down to your crotch and rolling circles over your clit. It feels so good you have to slap a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans as they become louder and louder.

“Rex- Oh Force...”

“That’s it, sweetheart, just like that.” Rex hums, eyes focused on your face as his hips keep slamming up at you and his thumb works your sloppy clit “Just like that, let me feel you come on my cock.”

“Re-e-ex...” you cry out his name in a broken plea, your entire body seizing up like a coiled spring “Oh, stars, I’m gonna-”

Your sight flashes white, your whole being shaking in unforgiving waves of pleasure. You can hear objects clattering distantly, your pulsing pleasure reverberating through the force itself. Rex laughs breathlessly, and you feel his warmth as he presses kisses to your collarbone, thrusts taking an unforgiving pace as he brings his hand back to your ass and fucks your still quivering pussy in a desperate chase for his own release.

“You’re squeezing me so good, gorgeous... Not gonna last like this...!”

“C-Come inside me, Rex.” you beg, clinging to him like a lifeline “Please... Inside... Ah!”

“Kriff, I’m-” Rex grunts, hissing a string of curses as he fucks you hard enough to edge into pain “Cyare!...”

Liquid heat fills your insides, Rex’s cock twitching hard inside your narrow channel, each pulse of it shooting more of his release in your depths. The feeling renews your pleasure, extending it; you moan, rolling your hips to make sure you’ll wring out every last drop of him.

Rex’s knees bend some, but he still holds you in his arms, his entire body moving to the rhythm of his shallow breaths. He tucks his face in the crook of your neck, hot breath meeting your sweaty skin.

Your gaze is lost, trailing across his office and taking note of the scattered datapads and other items that you had accidentally knocked down with the force while you came. A shaky smile curls the corners of your lips - you take pride in your self-control and your ability to harness the power within you, but Rex makes you drown in pleasure and joy in a way that makes you see how much you still have to learn.

Your eyes drift shut, and you allow yourself to feel. To hear both your hearts beating as one. To smell the scent of Rex’s skin, the tangy notes of sweat and sex lingering in the air. To feel the warmth of his release slowly trickling down your twitching hole and down his shaft.

Your lips are dry from your harsh breathing, and your thoughts seem to be swimming in thick honey. Rex presses kisses to your shoulder, teeth grazing in playful nibbles on occasion. His voice is a soft, sated mumble:

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Never better.” you breathe out, grinning wide

Rex pulls back just about enough to press his forehead to yours, tip of his nose meeting your own.

“I love you.” he murmurs, face slightly blurry from the proximity “I’ll be back soon.”

“I love you too.” you nod, bringing your hands to his face “And I know.”

He takes his time to carefully carry you up to his desk, sitting you down and gently pulling out of you. He lets out a snorted laugh as his come all but gushes out of you, sheepishly apologizing without seeming to be sorry at all. He tucks himself back in his pants and fetches a cloth from one of his drawers, gently cleaning your inner thighs and the lining of your robes.

“You don’t have to-” you begin to protest, but he quickly shushes you

“I know.” he says fondly, fixing your robes and straightening the folds on the fabric “I want to.”

He excuses himself to fetch his codpiece and belt, redressing himself except for his helmet, which is still by the door. He comes back to your side, gently fixing a loose strand of hair out of your face. His eyes are dreamy, lips curled in a soft smile.

“You are so beautiful. I-” his comlink rings, interrupting him; the look on his face is no different from one of actual physical pain “Oh. I- I have to...”

You nod, interrupting him with a soft, chaste kiss.

“I know. I have to, too.”

Later, when you watch the 501st depart with Skywalker to the dark skies above, you can only think about how long the next two weeks will feel until their captain is back in your arms.

#rex my absolute beloved #lu writes #my fics #love how this idea came entirely unprompted into my brain #which one of y'all projected these brain waves towards me? huh?#lemon tag #me? projecting my yearning bc of my own long distance relationship?#it's more likely than you think

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i-dreamthedream · 1 year

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Getting to know you

Fandom: The Orville

Pairing: Kelly Grayson/Ed Mercer

Raiting: General Audiences

Status: 1/1 chapter - 2,5k words

Summary:

“We have reviewed the options and we believed that she would be as safe as she can be aboard the Orville. There is no reason to inform the galaxy of who she is and that way her location will keep changing. The ship will be given extra security personnel and weaponry in case you are indeed targeted.” Ozawa looked inside the other room again, where Ed was intently listening to his daughter. “Right now what this little girl needs the most is to be with her family.”

Sequel to Rhapsody in blue

#lu writes #lu writes fanfiction #the orville #the orville fic #theorvillefic #the orville new horizons #ed mercer #anaya mercer #ed x kelly

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smol-ruby · 1 year

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Valdis’ Origin :)

tw family death

I was holding my woven basket full of sage, other herbs, and some crystals the Nygolian faun and faeries had given me. I walked carrying the heavy basket with my mom. I had her sapphire blue hair that felt like silk. We kept our hair in braids to control the slight frizz we might get in the forests. We were close to the unnaturally clear blue pond that was several yards behind our house on the edge of the village.

Then we saw the fire and heard the screams. There were men in metal patrolling the outer edges. They saw us, and immediately ran with their swords and spears. I dropped the basket, and everything blurred. I saw only the burning fire that matched my golden eyes and saw the silver men of death as I froze.

My face hit the dirt and felt the crumby ground under my hands. I got up and slowly turned my head to my mom. She had her staff out trying to fight the silver men of death. She kept screaming at me to run. To run and to dive into the pond. I couldn’t. I couldn’t move, see, or hear. I felt helpless.

She got them off her long enough to run closer to me, grab my arm, and bring me to the pond. They caught up. They grabbed her and she tried to shake them off

“Go! There’s an airlocked cave!” and then she pushed me. She pushed me before I could see what happened. I turned away from the surface and swam down till I saw glowing runes. I swam past them not expecting such a large entrance even though the runes outlined it exactly.

I dropped onto the rock that felt like it had been flattened out through repetitive sanding.

“Ow, that hurt,” I grunted as I stood up. I walked around studying the area. It looked like it had a cave system. There were a few routes I could take, but I opted to stay by the entrance for light. I saw a worktable with some materials. I walked with caution towards it.

I saw a journal with intricate symbols. There were jars with herbs like the ones in the basket I had dropped. I brought the sage jar closer to me. There was a rune on the lid making sure they never decayed. I opened it and breathed in the minty aroma that cooled my nose. I closed it and made sure to burn some later.

There was one odd jar. It had ring that looked the base had been made of ironwood vines. The gem was jadeite, green and as round as a perfect bubble. I took it out after shaking the jar from side to side in the air. And I put it on. It fit perfectly. I examined it closely on my right ring finger. I moved my hand in a way that caused the ring to spin ever so slightly. I kept it on realizing it still wouldn’t come off easily.

I came back to the journal, wondering what could be inside and how old. I opened it. There was a folded page, and as I unfolded it, I saw my name. It was my name in my mom’s handwriting. I sat down now realizing how cold the floor was as my eyes stung. I started to shake with too many thoughts racing. The horrible reality hit me in my heart. She was likely dead, and these were likely the last things I would hear from her.

Valdis,

Your father and I made this for you, before you were born. When we found out I was pregnant, we knew we had to do this. We had to make this place for you, just in case anything happened to our home above surface.

We made this place for your needs and so you can be comfortable. Remember some of your old favorite blankets or stuffed animals and how they disappeared? They’re down here! Your room is the first arch. Your dad, my wonderful Adrian, chiseled flowers and vines into it as well as he could. It’s rough but our love went into it.

The bathroom is the second arch. It has bathmats and big warm towels that you loved so much. There’s a mini oven in it so you can warm up quicker. Your dad and some merguppies helped with the water works. I tested it myself and it works wonderfully. Also, there’s some hygiene products under the sink, hopefully it will last you until you can get your own.

The kitchen and activity room are the last arch. The smoke won’t build up due to a hidden vent connecting to the surface, and I hope by this time I taught you how to make bread at the very least. If it requires it, I encourage stealing but if not needed preferably don’t. A burner bowl is in there as well for sage, cedar, rosemary (do this one immediately, you’ll be living without me), mugwort, juniper, and sandal wood. They’re all in jars with many other herbs and flowers.

There are some simple coal lamps, a glowfly terrarium in your room as a night light, and bioluminescent algae carriers fill ed with water. The carries will provide more oxygen than you’ll need and be cool things to poke at. Tap the glass on one, it’s cool, I swear. The journal is for you. Write daily updates if you can.

Stay safe my little Val,

Your mother, Strega

I couldn’t hold back my tears or keep sobs silent. I let them out, each sounding like someone hitting a gong that could scream. I folded it and put it back where I had found it. I looked toward the first arch, my room, and staggered my way through the arch and the blue curtains with stars embroidered on it. The bed had a nice deep purple comfort with fluffy pink pillows.

And she was right, my stuffed animals were here! I was relieved to see them again. I put them all on my bed and gave them all a group hug, burying my face in them. They were all so mismatched, my parents had sewed them based off terrible drawings I did when I was small. I missed my dad. He died when I was ten, and now my mom is gone, too. How dreadful.

I fell asleep as quickly as a raindrop would travel from the sky to ground, forgetting to burn the sage and rosemary.

I woke up with no sign of day or night. I noticed the glowflies, wondering how they were still alive. I saw another folded note.

They like nectar and sugar water- Mom

I saw the clear jug with brown sludge in it. I gagged. picked it up and walked to the kitchen having the jug as far away from me as possible. When I reached the kitchen, I set it on a counter that was part of this cave. I got some new sugar from a cabinet and water from the sink. I mixed them together and brought it back in a bowl. There was a small wooden bowl so they could drink from it.

I put it in the terrarium and left for the surface. The nygolian forest was barely harmed apart from a few crystal veins missing from some of the trees. The silver men of death met the end they had given to others. Others like me, I realized. I was a witch, everyone in this town was. But now they’re dead. I’m the last one left.

I knew what I had to do though. This green bubble nested by ironwood vine told me, instructed me, as to what to do. It showed me a dream of me going to my mom’s body and capturing her soul. I wouldn’t have to say anything or draw with blood. I just had to touch her corpse with the ring.

I knew where she was. She was in front of our old house. I walked towards her thinking about the dream. This wouldn’t bring her back. It’s nearly impossible to do that and can keep balance between life and death. It would simply keep her close to me.

Soon I reached her body on the pyre. She was burned as it was seen fit for us to fire that was claimed by hell. They used hellwood that had a natural red pigment and burned hotter than any kind. I looked at her now charred face, barely recognizing her. I couldn’t think, I just had to touch her with the ring. So, I walked closer holding back tears and did it. There was a green colored wind that the ring inhaled as if it were about to drown.

Then I took her heart, that’s where the soul’s physical form was. I took what I needed, ignoring I had ripped my mom’s heart out and stolen her soul. I walked back to the pond and carried on ignoring the carnage that was left.

#lu writes #valdis <3 #this was copy and pasted and is like #3-4 years old #death tw #there’s also like very descriptive stuff I think

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platypus-quacks-too · 2 months

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La lascio anche qui casomai qualcuno di passaggio fosse interessato ❤️

#imma tataranni #imma/calogiuri #calaranni #fanfictions #lu writes #ho visto il tag lu writes l'ultima fic è di quattro anni fa piango :')

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lumelton · 1 year

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What an end to this weird fucking day

First day back to school after spring break I guess

I looked at myself in the mirror this morning after I showered

and all I saw was my body

I can usually forget the rest and touch my face

but I was too far away from the mirror for that

I put on too many layers for the rising temperatures of spring

I see myself in the mirror everyday for hours on end

and yet this morning I saw something I truly hated for the first time in a long time

#lu writes

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linkeduniverse · 7 months

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Dawn pt. 5

<<Previous Next>>

Archive/ About / Linktree

#linkeduniverse #creator content #I remember writing this scene for the sole purpose of clarifying Twilight's wound #But now that we have Gloom from TotK the idea of a weird injury/sickness is not so out of place now.#Gloom is not the same thing that I'm using here in LU #but it's far easier to explain something like this now that the zelda audience has been introduced to a similar concept #Yay for me

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mizaruwu · 2 months

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"Here's the coffee you wanted– ah, guess it was about time you dozed off Mr.- I-don't-need-rest"

#he was going to write a letter to fable that him and the chain are in his era but he fell asleep #coming home after being away for a while makes you feel sleepy doesn't it XD #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu ravio #my art

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endlessartpumpkin · 3 months

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"He hums, sleepily. His gaze is trained on the fireplace now, seemingly mesmerized by the flames dancing there. But when she drapes a blanket over him he drags his gaze up to meet hers."

A young Time and Malon from this beautiful fic by the amazingly talented and lovely @adrift-in-thyme! <3

#I really hope you like it!!#I LOVE this fic so much so I wanted to include almost every detail I could #I may have gone a little crazy on the background but I just wanted it to be as homely and welcoming as you made it sound! 😅#I love your writing I can’t wait for the next batch of horrors you have in store for them!#linked universe #lu time #linked universe time #linked universe malon #lu malink #malink #malon #cw injury #lu fanart #my art

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader: if it’s meant to be...

Warnings: Swearing (probably), alcohol, frat party, scream vi, there’s a female roommate of reader involved.

Tags: halloween party, cowboy!chad, cowboy!reader (reader is dressed as a cowboy/girl/enbie), love at first sight, flirting.

Reader pronouns: Non stated (reader is dressed as a cowboy/girl/enbie).

Word count: 1033

Summary: Reader is at the halloween party, and Chad sees them (and instantly falls in love).

Author’s note: CHAAAAAD <3 there’s not enough appreciation for this man, or maybe there is but i haven’t seen a lot. also chad cowboy brain rot. also this is spoiler free if we ignore the cowboy!chad and halloween party setting :)

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The music was loud, the house stank like alcohol and sweat and your head was buzzing a little bit as you made your way through the immovable people standing on your way to the kitchen. You had lost sight of your roommate since the moment you two had come in through the door. College parties, especially frat parties, were painted way more glamorous than what they really were, but it wasn't like you were having a bad time.

You hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol in the whole night, a good decision considering how overwhelmed you were now, but you also weren’t paying attention. Your absolute lack of interest was the reason why you didn’t notice the way you instantly caught the eye of a certain cowboy while you were on your way to the kitchen. With a smile to his friend, Chad left Ethan on his own once he had come to the conclusion that he needed to talk to you and find out who you were.

He spotted you instantly once he came into the kitchen — it wasn’t too difficult, considering that by now the people were too wasted to drag their asses into the kitchen for more alcohol. Apart from you, sitting in the counter with an empty but cold can of coke against your forehead, two sheepish frat guys were there as well, laying on the floor and blabbering about things Chad couldn’t care less about. When your beautiful eyes landed on him, he felt his heartbeat quicken, like a middle school boy.

“Hey.” Chad said, smiling brightly, and to play it cool he started making himself a drink with the half empty vodka bottles in the center table.

You eyed him up and down, a little smile slipping into your lips. “Howdy, stranger.” You finally said, tilting your head while grabbing your own cowboy hat. It was a simple and basic costume, but it was cute and certainly made you look good.

Chad’s smile grew wider. “Cool costume.”

A little chuckle came out of your mouth, making you look down as you started dandling your feet, with your hands kept safe under your thighs, the can long forgotten by your side. You didn’t give an answer, but the silence — stained by the noise and music outside — was comfortable enough for Chad to keep going.

“You want a drink?” He asked, his hand already holding his cup, and lightly gesturing towards the vodka.

“So soon?” You teased, more because you weren’t about to let him be the only charming one than because of you not liking him — you did. He was cute, and looked really nice and even funny. “You don’t even know my favorite color.”

His smile was so genuine, so nice. “Do I need to know it to get you a drink?”

“Or at least my zodiac sign.” You said while tilting your head, so the hat wouldn’t cover your view of him.Then, you added rather gloomy, “What if I were a scorpio?”

“I like scorpios.” Chad answered quickly, then took a sip of his drink. His face started to hurt from smiling.

“What if I weren’t a scorpio?”

Chad couldn’t help but chuckle at your speed. “I’d like that too.”

You laughed with him, genuinely enjoying that flirting with him. He really did seem like a sweet guy, so after joining your hands on your lap, you said, “Great. Then you can get me a drink.”

“So soon?” He said, eyebrows lifting as he mimicked you. You bursted out laughing, the sweetest sound he had ever heard. “You don’t even know my name.”

You tilted your head again, to the other side, and held back the little smile blossoming on your lips. “You look like you have a cool name.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, like Rex or Max. Something like that.”

Chad raised an eyebrow. “Those are dog names.”

“Then what’s your name?” You asked with a little laugh.

“Chad.”

“Chad.” You repeated softly, and he found himself adoring the way you said it — God, was he down bad, and with no explanation other than your charm. You smiled. “It first you.”

He came a little bit closer to you, leaning against the counter but letting you space to breathe, move, be comfortable. You appreciated that. “You’re not telling me yours?”

Before you could even answer, your name was called out from the hallways, prompting you to jump down from the counter and take a few steps to the door. You eased up when you saw your roommate walking your way with a dumb, loving smile in her face that gave away her intoxicated state instantly.

When she came in, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and hugged you loosely, and Chad feared you were already taken — had he misinterpreted your kindness for flirting? He hoped not.

Your friend looked up and her eyes widened slightly when he saw Chad there, shirtless, and looking at you two rather cautiously. “Oh.” She said with a sweet smile, waving her hand slightly. “Hi.”

Before Chad could do more than smile at her, you squeezed the hand around your shoulders. “You’re drunk. We’re going home, uhm?”

“Alright.” Your roommate muttered rather hesitantly, but still smiling.

Still keeping her arm around your shoulders, you turned to Chad with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. You’ll buy me that drink another time, Chad. I have to take my friend here home.”

“Of course.” Chad smiled, because you were promising to see him again. You also weren’t a couple. “Do you need someone to walk you guys?”

“Oh, it’s alright.” You assured, your smile growing wider because of his sweetness. “We don’t live far. See ya.”

“Wait, wait!” Chad moved closer to you as soon as you started moving towards the door, making you raise an eyebrow. “Give me your number?” He tried that flirty smile on.

You chuckled slightly. “If it’s meant to be we’ll meet again, don’t ya think?”

Rushing your friend out of the kitchen, you two disappeared in the crowd of people and Chad stood there, dumbfounded, hand around his drink and with the silliest smile on his face. He really fucking hope it was meant to be.

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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Tim being a photographer vs Dick being a performer. one is always behind the camera (unseen. unknown. looking at the world and people in it but never touching, never a part of it themself) and the other is always in front of it (seen but never quite known. always acting, always reaching out and a little set apart, never a part of the crowd themself). opposites but also a little bit, in some small (poetic?) ways the same. the fact that a photograph holds the foundation and framework of their brotherhood and mutual tragedy (of their individual stories — families lost at different points in life and Tim and Dick, Dick and Tim, hall of mirrors reflections but this ain't a funhouse it's a tragedy — and their shared one, loss and hurt and TRYING and never quite understanding but there anyway). you can take the performer from the circus but not the circus from the performer. you take a kid to a circus (a tragedy) and get a photographer. (you send a son without a father to a circus and get a father to two sons who were also there in their funhouse mirrored roles. it's a small world, really, fate and God work in mysterious ways.) behind the camera, in front of it, feet on the ground or flying in the air (no nets in the alleyways of Gotham), hands on a trapeze or a camera and later on a grapple line, sons of the same father, misunderstandings and understanding, hiding in the shadows and/or dragging the light into view. only children who are brothers. a performer and a photographer, and doesn't it just make sense?

#I'm about to go go bed but uh.... have this #Lu rambles #Lu writes #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #still can't figure out how to write their dynamic but i am Thinking Thoughts #it's the TRYING!!!! they're so different and messy but they're BROTHERS and they are TRYING and that's the important part!!!#dick trying so hard to be a good brother and tim learning the same... it gets to me #they don't always Get each other bc they're so different but also it's like they were MEANT to be brothers #and maybe they were!!!! God works in mysterious ways!!! they were always going to be brothers!!!!!!#like robin (brown little) says!! BECAUSE OF THEIR FATHER!!!!!!!!!!#not me thinking thoughts about a greater Father.... HMMMMMMMM #like... we are bound together by the same Father. it's fellowship it's togetherness it's family bc He gives us that #He makes all of it work out that way. He plans it in ways we couldn't even ask or imagine. I'm- !!!!!!!!!!!#meta finding tag

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