#loretta replies

[lorettavents]

What are you writing Loretta?

I read some Carson McCullers short stories and was surprised how different in length they were. I guess she let her stories take on a world of their own, be it short or long.

At the moment, I'm writing a dark femdom romance novel. It's been bashing around my head for a year-ish based on an idea my partner and I came up with. I plotted it out a couple weeks ago but life has been manic so I haven't had much time to work on it. And when I do, I get distracted.

It's about a woman who gets attacked by a man one night. She manages to stab him and get away but he becomes obsessed with her as a result due to masochistic tendencies and just being a little freak in general. I'm not great with elevator pitches but that's the gist of it.

I haven't read anything by her! I see she writes Southern Gothic though which could be a lot of fun to try out some time. One year for a NY resolution I read more genres and it worked out really well. Maybe I'll try it again this year ❤️

[aceofwhump]

I just learned that Loretta Swit, "Hot Lips" Houlihan from M*A*S*H, passed away yesterday 😭😭😭

I just found out about this yesterday! And yes I have cried! I can't believe we've lost another M*A*S*H star. Rest in Peace Loretta.

[paulgadzikowski]

In recognition of the passing of Loretta Swit, what I think may be the best cartoons I've written for Margaret Houlihan.

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[illiana-mystery]

Prominent Black Actors that Willem has worked with, Pt. 2

Darius McCrary - Mississippi Burning (1988)

Danny Glover - The Flight of the Intruder (1991)

Loretta Devine - My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done? (2009)

Jamie Foxx - Spiderman: No Way Home (2021)

See Part 1 HERE

[eldritchxembers]

For: Astrid | @hexstrom

Location: Loretta's Home

Time: Late Evening, Early Nighttime

The wrought-iron side gate creaked open without a single touch, its hinges silent save for the faint hum of magic. The pathway beyond it, lined with wild roses and night-blooming jasmine, seemed to glow faintly, as though the moon herself had reached down to mark the way. Somewhere nearby, wind chimes tinkled softly, the sound eerily melodic despite the stillness of the air.

At the end of the winding path stood Loretta’s back door, framed by climbing ivy and illuminated by the golden light spilling through the curtained window beside it. A faint scent of chamomile and lavender wafted from the house, carried on a breeze that smelled faintly of rain-soaked earth.

Before Astrid could even consider her next move, the door cracked open, just enough for light to spill onto the threshold. Inside, the soft strains of an old folk song floated through the air, accompanied by the occasional low murmur—perhaps Loretta speaking to herself, or maybe someone unseen.

"Don’t dawdle, dear," came Loretta’s voice, low and lilting, from somewhere inside. "The front door’s never for you, and you should hope it never is. Come in through the garden like the moon intended."

A shadow moved just behind the curtain—Hex, her chausie cat, watching with unblinking eyes as though to ensure Astrid didn’t wander astray. The faintest scratch of claws against wood came from somewhere deeper inside.

"Tea’s still warm, and you’re later than I expected," Loretta called again, her tone half amused, half expectant. "The gate opened for a reason, so don’t make me come drag you in."

[katyspersonal]

YOU THERE

Opinions on Loretta, knight of the Haligtree? (this is a threat)

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ohhhh boy...

As usual, I get a little stuck on ER characters, because I main BB and it is sooooo hard to switch from a hyperfixation. *sobs* SO, unfortunately, I do not have much to offer yet, but let me think...

I'll just say that I got stuck at even something as barebones as 'Is Loretta herself and Albinauric or just happens to care about them a lot?'

Her shield says that because of its shape resembling a drop of sacred dew, people had "absurd rumours" that she herself was an Albinauric! I picked how 'absurd rumours' would be in Japanese script and apparently 'tsumaranu' is closer to the meaning as 'boring' or 'uninteresting' (つまらぬ), than 'absurd'. ('Uwasa' means rumour(s)) Like... did the lore just tell us that assuming she is an Albinauric herself is the most boring assumption?? Oh hell. But then I saw that she was immune to Madness, which is specified in lore to only effect humans. Oh HELL. ...but then I remembered that Loretta is affiliated with Haligtree (well.... yeah?! lol) and even the glintstone in her war sickle was replaced with unalloyed gold. But unalloyed gold is known to block out the influence of the outer Gods. And Madness COMES from Three Fingers, which is easily qualified as outer God itself!!

For Scarlet Rot, something that is as familiar as being in a way 'natural' for this world once, of course only something as drastic as that needle would work. But for Madness, which is a sickness brought to this world, maybe a "lucky charm" like thing in her sickle is helpful enough. And her focus! I think Loretta is a human, that just happens to care about Albinaurics a lot! People would assume she had a 'personal' interest... whereas she simply had enough compassion and honour to sympathise with the species, and her shield was fashioned this way as reflection of her intent to help Albinaurics. She is not the [species] herself, but cares about them. And does it well, unlike..... some OTHER characters who "care" about oppressed kind of people within the lore ъ_ъ *shivers*

Damn, dude, the potential of Dung Eater having that cliché villain moment of "we are not so different, you and I" with a [hero] while roughly having the same motivations but being utterly depraved will haunt me now.. The trope haunted me from FMA moment with Tuck3r (if you know then you know)..

....uhhh okay, ANYWAYS,

My opinion is that this character is actually really interesting! No matter what direction you take her lore and motivation, she is a very strong character! If she is a human, she is a very compassionate and open-minded soul! If she is an Albinauric herself, she has such strong sense of duty and passion for her species that it is commendable too, one who is really capable of making a change, even if it is as simple as finding a save haven! And I certainly like the fact that Miriam (that fucking BITCH.... -_-) uses Loretta's bow sorcery. It'd mean that the tactics Loretta used (and probably invented) were so good that other people at Caria Manor were willing to learn from her as well. But yes, I do think that Loretta would invent and favour a spell like this as longbows are what Albinauric women tend to use. Glintstone sorceries have a habit of being named after those who discovered them (Comet Azur, Thop's Barrier' etc). She is like... both very strong, very smart (Glintstone sorceries demand high intellect, ok?) and very compassionate woman. In invokes both admiration and provokes a thought of what is the catch about her character, since being ideal at everything should not be possible...?

My luckiest guess is that she might suck at interpersonal relationship all things considered. So yes, great skills and caring for larger picture, and a species that faced oppression, to the point of wanting to get in their skin a bit... But like, maybe she is snappy and impulsive. Maybe she might often hurt even people who are dear for her. Maybe she could be a bit too demanding of people she does not see as victims of circumstances. It seems like a person of many skills and noble intentions would easily be the one having a hard time finding true friends she could get along with as a person, not as a "coworker" or "servant". I feel like she'd be the type to lose the line between 'telling the truth' and 'being a bit mean'! But this is just me fumbling with the ideas 🤔

I also currently do not have an idea about her face reveal, actually? ...moreover, I am surprised I never see any interpretations of her ;-; But, I already like the image of your interpretation that you sent to me!

Your version of her looks very divorced despite having never been married fdhfhdhsd I don't even know how ELSE to describe this aura, but it is valid in any way xD

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Thank you for the ask!!

[eldritchxembers]

Loretta’s head tilted, her black braid slipping forward over one shoulder as she regarded Winslet with a look that could only be described as amused patience. Her good eye glimmered with a soft humor, and while the eye behind the eyepatch probably matched, no one could say for sure.

"Darling," she began, her voice a smooth alto with the faintest lilt of mirth, "you make it sound as though the fate of the stars rests on this decision. It's a gift, not a treaty negotiation."

She shifted her weight, Mems the IX poking his twitching nose out of the folds of her shawl as though offering his own silent commentary. "For your grandmother, hmm?" Her fingers tapped lightly against the spine of an old book resting in her hand. "The question isn’t what you think she might want—it’s what she might need and not know to ask for."

Loretta leaned in just slightly, her presence commanding yet oddly comforting. "What kind of woman is she? Sentimental? Practical? Does she prefer something to keep her hands busy or her heart full? If you give me that much, I can promise you, we'll have this so-called conundrum wrapped up in no time."

She paused, her lips quirking into a small, knowing smile. "Of course, if you’d rather wallow in gift-buying despair, I can absolutely let you 'buzz off.’ But I wouldn’t count on my expertise being so freely offered next time."

Status: open to all @cardinalstart Location: Any store of your choosing

With an exasperated sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unsolved equations, Winslet turned her gaze to the person beside her, her brow furrowed in both frustration and the faintest hint of resignation. It was clear that the time had come for her to cast aside any semblance of pride and admit the inevitable: she needed assistance.

"Would you, by any chance, be willing to offer your expertise?" she asked, her voice a delicate blend of exasperation and eloquence. "Please, do not hesitate to tell me to ‘buzz off,’ should you be otherwise occupied, disinterested, or simply not in the mood for meddling in my personal crises. But-" she paused for a breath, finally gathering herself after her verbal tumble- "I find myself in a rather vexing conundrum, and I could desperately use another perspective." Another sigh, though this time more resigned than frustrated. "Forgive me, I'm just utterly stumped on what to buy my grandmother for the holidays."

[rxckstarslovezuri]

‼️📣 KISS FANS LISTEN UP 📣‼️

i think some people might already know about this but just in case some others don’t and missed out, Eric Carr’s sister, Loretta announced in December last year that there will be a new documentary called “Enter The Fox” coming out in the middle of 2025. she later replied to someone’s comment saying that it will be out in July (Eric’s birthday month 🥳) and replied to another person’s comment that it will be available to buy on both DVD & blu-ray ! Loretta soon tells us that we’re going to see never before seen footage, pictures and brand new stories and information that only family and close friends know. 😭 now, you’ll see i took screenshots about the details that we now know at the moment but hopefully very soon as the days go by, we’ll get more information ! 🙏🏾

[kissesandarsenic]

Seeing you talk about concealing the medicine in food where you'd be treating us like real animals is one of the hottest things. To truly be treated like an animal in ways like that really is a powerful thing.

And why stop at just that?

Let's collar and leash you too, have your new name engraved on the tag, one that would never belong to a real person. Only someone's adored, obedient pet.

You can eat from bowls, or from my hand if you're very lucky. I'll let you sit at my feet while I'm busy, idly scratching the top of your head when you nuzzle against my leg. And we'll have to take your words away from you too. Because good pets don't use people words. You'll learn to communicate in other ways.

Top it all off by giving you a favourite toy to hump when you get all pent up. Can't have you rutting against my leg and making a mess all the time. That'll be for special occasions only.

You're going to take so well to your training. Aren't you, pet?

[lorettavents]

7 planets align this week. What dyou think might happen? Something magical I hope 🧚‍♀️

I could ask my mother, she's very into these things. I'm hoping I get magical powers though, personally.

[automaticsoulharmony]

In-Universe AU

Leave any fics you can think of in the replies! Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments on the fics you read <33

Every Good Gold Digger by roseandgold137

Steph Keeps The Kid AU by DerAndere

Executive Assistant to the Batman by heartslogos

Not the Robin They Wanted by Loretta

The Ruination of Responsibility by Moxibustion (RyuuzaKochou)

I see you as an equal (with our equally dubious morals) by faithms

Cradle Robber by C_R_Scott

You’re not here with us by Shikoshiko

First Impressions by Writer_loves_tropes

family is family (even in reflection) by weareallstardustfallen

Penelope by NerdyGay

The Long Way Home by miyaji_o8

Dead Air (dont let me fall) by Calypso_Rambles

In Service by smilebackwards

Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee)

Home Alone: Christmas at Titans Tower by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday

two birds (one life) by Acin-Grayson

Guide to Tim fics

[all444glo]

SANDSTORM

⚠️: none fr this is prolly the purest fic i’ve written abt this man

🎞️: You left your hometown with dreams and degrees, and came back with a law license and a shaky porch. What you didn’t expect was him—his boots are dusty, the accent thick, and the tension? It’s simmering. Anthony’s got plans for your old house and maybe your heart, too.

“What if I told you I miss the old you? But I couldn't mold you 'Cause I didn't own you, baby But I'm on my own too now, I've grown to know A lotta shit that I didn't before”

“I know it ain’t!”

The voice pulled you out of your strawberry daydream. You were leaned over a bushel at your hometown’s farmers market, chatting up Miss Loretta about how much sugar to use in a proper shortcake.

That same saying had interrupted you at least three times this week—at the grocery store, the gas station, your church homecoming. But this one was different. This one had a familiar grin baked into it.

You turned, already smiling. And there he was.

White tank, Dickies, dusty boots. Shoulders as wide as the county. That same sly grin like he still had some mischief to get out.

“So you ignoring people now, Miss Y/N?” he said, sauntering up slow, like he knew you were watching.

“Who you? We kin or something?” you replied, faking confusion, popping a strawberry in your mouth.

“Girl, nah. We ain’t kin. It’s me—Ant. I used to live down the road…”

Like you didn’t already know. Like your brain didn’t immediately pull up a highlight reel of church fights and fish fries and 2AM horseback rides. Him dunking on grown men during summer league. Him yelling “she ain’t soft!” when some boy said you were too pretty to play tackle. Him crying at your grandma’s funeral—ugly crying, the kind only real family can do.

You snorted. “Now you know I know we ain’t kin.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still got that mouth on you. Ain’t changed a bit.”

“And you still out here still wearing these dusty ass work boots”

“It ain’t even all that dusty.” He sucked his teeth and shook his head. “You always thought you was too good for us.”

“If i’m acting too good cause I like cleanliness, then so be it”

“Here you go.”

“You know they say cleanliness is next to Godliness, yo granny ain’t tell yo stank butt ass that enough growing up?”

You both laughed, standing in the shade of the strawberry tent, caught in the warmth of a memory.

“Timberwolves treatin’ you good?” you asked.

“It’s cool,” he said, with a shrug too nonchalant to be true. “Wish I could’ve brought a ring home. But it is what it is.”

You nodded. “You’re still young. Time’s all you got.”

He smiled. “How about you, lawyer lady? I heard you back for good.”

“I am. Moved into my grandparents’ house. Took a job at Carter & Sons.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The same Carters who got my cousin off for that shit he definitely did?”

“Same one.”

He let out a low whistle. “Aw shit, ain’t that something.”

Just then, Miss Loretta’s voice cut through your bubble. “Y/N, who that fine boy you talkin’ to?”

Anthony turned like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Now Miss Loretta…”

She eyed him through her readers. “Anthony that’s you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Lord, last time I saw you, your knees was ashy and your teeth was missin’. You grown now, huh?”

Anthony laughed, embarrassed. “Tryin’ to be.”

“Well God bless,” she said, pointing her strawberry-stained hand at you, “don’t be keeping her from her errands too long. She’s a busy woman now. Has court dates and such.”

“Yes ma’am,” he repeated.

You snickered. “She think I’m in court every day like Law & Order.”

“Seem like it,” he muttered.

Once she walked away, Anthony rubbed his neck again and glanced around. “You wanna sit? Catch up for real?”

You nodded, and he led you to one of the shaded picnic benches near the edge of the market. Y’all sat close—close enough to feel the breeze from each other’s skin but not quite touching. It reminded you of Sunday school, when he’d sit beside you and make fart noises with his armpits just to gross you out.

“You really moved back?” he asked after a beat.

“Yeah— at least temporarily, that so surprising?”

“You always said you’d never come back.”

“I said that when I was fourteen. I was mad I couldn’t see you.”

He blinked, then smiled slowly. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I thought we’d forget about each other, I mean one day the snaps just stopped sending.”

“Don’t use no snapchat to measure our friendship. Ian forget about you I never did.”

Silence settled, soft and warm. Then he leaned back, his boot tapping against yours under the table.

“How’s the house?” he asked.

“Old. Real fucking old. I patched up the porch but the inside still look like 1972.”

“I can help. I got time in the off-season. We can modernize it, make it smart or whatever. But still keep its soul.”

You tilted your head. “Why would you do that?”

“Cause I want to be around more. And I want you to stay.”

Your breath caught a little. That familiar ache—hope and hurt all tangled up—came rushing in. “You really think we could just pick up where we left off?”

He shrugged. “I dunno, but shit I’d like to try.”

You studied him for a moment. He looked down at his hands, strong and calloused from ball and hard work, not just luxury.

“I can start drawin’ up plans,” he admitted. “Put scripture in the baseboards just like yo Ma taught me. Keep the land blessed.”

You blinked. “You speakin’ affirmations over my foundation?”

“Don’t play with me, Y/N. I remember everything.”

You laughed until your shoulders shook. “You still full of shit.”

“So is you girl hush”

Your foot tapped his under the table again—this time on purpose.

“Come by the house tomorrow,” you said, standing up and grabbing your strawberries. “Bring tools, and some wine…a good kind.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, standing with you, his eyes holding yours like they used to—like nothing ever changed.

And maybe, just maybe, it didn’t.

[eldritchxembers]

For: Any of Jucifer's Witch Muses | @hxesandruin Location: Loretta's Home Character: Loretta | biography

The back garden of Loretta LaGrange’s home breathed a quiet life, even in winter’s chilly grip. Hardy herbs and evergreen shrubs lined the narrow path, their muted greens and silvers defying the season's bleakness. The damp air carried the faint scent of rosemary and pine, mingling with the earthy undertone of turned soil. Despite the frost that clung to the edges of the stone walkway, the garden felt alive; a small miracle tucked away.

The door to the kitchen stood slightly ajar, as if it had been waiting for him, the warmth of the house spilling out in soft, inviting waves. From inside came the faint clatter of movement: ceramic against wood, the creak of a chair shifting under weight, but it was not Loretta who greeted him first.

A pale-furred opossum waddled forward, her steps slow and deliberate as it emerged from beneath a garden bench. Her bright, bead-like eyes studied him with intelligence, as though weighing his presence. The creature paused at the threshold of the door, waiting just long enough to ensure he followed before slipping inside.

The kitchen was cozy, but not crowded—its charm came from its lived-in warmth rather than its size. Jars of dried herbs and flowers hung in neat rows from the ceiling beams, their faint perfume mingling with the rich aroma of mulled cider warming on the stove. A plate of biscuits sat on the counter, next to small bowls of honey and preserves.

Loretta glanced up as he entered, a faint smile playing at her lips. She wore a shawl draped over her shoulders, the soft gray fabric catching the firelight from the hearth. Her fingers rested lightly on the edge of the table, though her gaze carried the same weight it always did, as if she saw past the veil of words and into the marrow of what mattered.

“So, you came.” Her voice was warm, unhurried. "Good. I had hoped you would."

She gestured to the chair across from her, the opossum climbing with quiet grace onto a padded stool near the stove, its tail curling like a question mark. “Sit. Eat if you’ve a mind to,” she said, nodding toward the plate of biscuits. “It’s a cold walk back through the garden, and you look like you could use a moment to catch your breath.”

Loretta’s smile deepened, though her tone turned curious, almost teasing. “You don’t strike me as a man who comes to another witch’s home lightly. So tell me, what’s drawn you here this fine, frosty day?”

[cesperanza]

So I was reading Ethel Merman's Wikipedia page...

Shh shh don't ask why, just don't! But I share with you the delightful fact that there's a section dedicated to "Profanity," which includes this delightful anecdote:

While rehearsing a guest appearance on The Loretta Young Show, Merman exclaimed "Where the hell does this go?" Young, who was a devout Catholic, advanced towards Merman waving an empty coffee can, saying, "Miss Merman, you said the 'H' word! That'll be twenty-five cents."—to which Merman replied, "Tell me, Loretta, how much will it cost me to tell you to go fuck yourself?"

[sarahlizziewrites]

OC Kiss Week 25 - Day 3 - “Stolen”

In which Jacques steals a kiss. (513 words) WIP: The Electric Pavilion (Chrissieverse Book 2) - post-canon Characters: Jacques de Éloïe, Loretta Chrissie, Silas Chrissie Taglist: (+/-): @novel-emma, @tabswrites, @mrbexwrites, @glbettwrites, @vacantgodling, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife, @harleyacoincidence, @thescatteredscribbles

Here they are! They said they would be in the big park in the morning, and I’ve been waiting since the sun came up so I could meet them - and here they finally are. 

My rhythm and my melody.

She looks so beautiful, in a cream-coloured coat trimmed with fur. He’s wearing shaded glasses, and a smile that makes my soul feel like singing. I rise from my resting spot, stretch and bound across the grass to meet them.

My melody recognises my dog form first, a few seconds before he does. She smiles, lips hyacinth-red; wry. “Well, well,” she says. “Look who’s here to steal my husband.”

It is she who bends at the hip to scratch at my ears - I love you I love you I love you! - but she’s right, it is he who I am here to see. Once my melody straightens, I get my rhythm’s attention by nipping at the fabric around his ankles, tugging him towards the privacy of a rhododendron bush. 

“Alright, steady on, old chap…” he gripes, though it’s fond. “These are new–!”

He follows me through the branches of the bush, into the dense, quiet centre, and finally - once we’re alone, and there are no longer any spying eyes - I can turn back into a man again.

I can’t quite stand upright in this thicket of carmine blossoms and dappled sunlight, so it’s easy to lean down and kiss him. His kiss in return is soft but hungry, as though he has been waiting just as anxiously to see me.

“Mm - what’s all this, Jacqui?” he says, taking his hat off to pull me closer by the collar and land a kiss in the corner of my mouth. “I was having a lovely walk with my wife; this couldn’t have waited until we got back to the hotel?” His lip curls into a smile, which I taste again.

“I couldn’t wait,” I mutter back.

“No, indeed,” he replies with a laugh, which gets smudged into another urgent kiss. “Nearly ripped a hole in my new trousers for the trouble–”

“I’ll do that and worse–”

“–new tweed, Jacqui, from Kilgour & French–”

“–as if you’ve never needed an excuse to go shopping–”

“You’ve got me there…”

Our bickering fades to further kisses, and - more pleasingly - to soft sounds of contentment in his throat. Outside, the sun blazes, and the woman we both love is standing guard to make sure we’re not found out, and all is well.

“Come now, Jacqui, let’s get home,” he says, at length. Then, “Loretta is waiting…”

“I’ll make it up to her later, too,” I promise. And indeed, I will make it up to her, when the three of us are alone. Until then, I’m having far too good a time kissing her husband. I pull back, hovering a few centimetres from his lips. “Je t’aime,” I tell him, even though I know, after all these years, he still doesn’t speak a word of French.

“I know that one,” he says, proving me wrong, and adds, “I love you too, Jacqui.”

[theguardianofmagic]

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