Lore's Bird

It was HIGH time I made a blog dedicated to my writing.

[bluebirbbb]

✷ in his honour ✷

my little hc that techno can manifest/send a messenger that manifests as a white crow, it can be sometimes spotted watching over the death family from the distance :))

bsky | ig | x

[loresbird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Gem reaches across the table and pats his wrist with a bright smile. “You’ll leave Flagstaff eventually, Scar! You can move to Florida, bring your theme park dreams to life over there!” It stings, just a little. She means well–they both do!--but at this rate, Scar might never leave the desert. ---------------------------------- Eldritch horror Watcher AU where Scar is an unlucky guy in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that's where everything goes downhill for him.

warnings: dead dove, vivisection, graphic depictions of blood and gore

This is my gift for @thatonegraincharacter for the @mcythorrorgiftexchange ! I hope you enjoy!

[loresbird]

I am constantly reminded every time I try to write a romance that it is, truly Not my thing. I struggle so hard, and then the moment I swerve and get rid of the romance aspect, the fic writes itself.

Now, toxic relationships, on the other hand,

[loresbird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tubbo hadn’t always been a light sleeper. He used to sleep like the dead, always waking feeling refreshed. Often, Tommy would complain about him being impossible to wake up. Then the war started, and he and Tommy were both forced to sleep whenever and wherever they could. Five minutes on his feet here, ten minutes tucked under a tarp there. Sleeping deeply was a death sentence. It felt exhilarating, at the time, to boast and compare how little sleep he’d gotten with Tommy and Wilbur. All this to say, when Ranboo sleepwalks the first time, Tubbo wakes instantly.

Tags: Cannibalism, Enderwalking, Platonic Relationships

My gift exchange for @bonthebanana for the @mcythorrorgiftexchange ! It took on a life of its own, but I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy!

[latetothepartyandconfused]

@therafofgod @mcythorrorgiftexchange

[ID:traditional ink drawing, dsmp fanart It shows c!Phil killing c!Wilbur. The drawing is in a frame that says "The End" at the bottom and has a skull at the top. Wilbur is half standing with a sword through his chest, one of his arms around Phil's shoulders and the other one hanging by his side. He is smiling and there is blood coming from his mouth. Phil is holding Wilbur around the waist and half of his face looks like a skull. There are dark lines going to Wilbur's chest. Wilbur has mid length messy hair, coat, and a black cloak. Phil has a robe, longs hair an a black hat with a wide brim. \end ID]

[loresbird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Phil goes on a date. He trusts his war buddy Technoblade to babysit his kids. War buddies do not good babysitters make. AKA Chayanne wants to go to a haunted house--and Technoblade sees no reason why that can't happen.

The first of my halloween/horror MCYT fics I wrote for exchanges this month! This one is for @writing-oof for the @mcyt-halloween exchange! I know you said you were alright with a high spooky rating, but you also said you were okay with something cute, and I really wanted to write a fic about a fun little haunted house trip!

[titsoutfortntduo]

my halloween treat to @therafofgod for the @mcyt-halloween exchange !!

nothing says desertduo like running for your life from your eldritch horror of a situationship

[loresbird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"When it's over they will say we two were bandits" Cellbit composes his final letter to Roier.

I wrote this ficlet as a quick exercise in timed writing! It's an outlaws au based off of this song and a bit of spitballing turned it into a gift for @sunflowersteps. I tried somewhat to capture Cellbit's lore narration voice from Ordem with it, but also I was really just having fun and not worrying too much.

[loresbird]

I signed up for...perhaps too many writing exchanges for Halloween. Is that going to stop me? Absolutely not. I have so many ideas, I just have to stop myself from signing up for more stuff lol

[loresbird]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"I refuse to do that. If I worship a god, I want something concrete in return. Not community, not fulfillment, not purpose. I’m giving them power, I want something equally as valuable.” In which Technoblade is the youngest son of the Blood God and inheritor of his title, and Dream is his priest, but not his follower. I wrote this last month as a pinch hit for the MCYTBLR AU Fest, but hadn't posted it yet. I'm working on a follow-up piece that flips who's the god, and I'm really enjoying getting to play with Techno and Dream's dynamic again!

This was written to pair with this lovely art that inspired me so greatly, created by @neakillz!

[therafofgod]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The anniversary of Kristen’s death rose bright and sunny, cotton-candy clouds floating across the sky lackadaisically. Phil’s youngest–and the only two still living at home–spent the morning getting everything just right for their siblings’ visit. For Tallulah, this meant spending the morning alternating between practicing her flute in the living room and running back and forth from her room to decide which of her bug collection she’d show to Wilbur when he arrived. Chayanne, luckily, was more interested in helping Phil prepare the picnic–each sandwich was cut into triangles with laser-focus and the best precision he could offer.

I saw the @yourcubitoyourculture event and just knew I had to participate. This fic wasn't originally intended to be for it, but wound up being deeply personal to my family and culture.

This fic started from a desire to write some extended Deathfam vibes, but very much turned into a homage to my own family's funerary practices. I have a big extended family, and some of my fondest memories with all of them were celebrating together on the anniversaries of my grandmother's death, having picnics together on her grave. My Grandfather would pay whichever kid found the oldest grave a quarter, and my aunts and uncles would all share stories about their mother. Where we're from in Japan, there's a tradition of celebrating at certain milestone months/years from the death. I love that tradition, it meant so much to me when I was young and grieving to have my whole family alongside me sharing in my memories of my Grandmother. I've long since spent more of my life without her than I have with her, but writing this still felt healing in a way.