Jill Roberts - Tumblr Posts
*dies*
it's so hot when they take off the mask and it turns out it's a woman
“I told so many lies today, that I actually started to believe them. I really think that I was born for this.”
Nothing, your honor. The defense rests.
completely innocent your honor
And this is why S4 is my personal favorite-
my favorite ghostface duo i think
Trying something new hope it's enjoyable because I won't stop if it isn't.
Some more scream. The last one is upto your interpretation
My Scream OC infodump:3
Dorian "RiRi" Bridger
Born on July 14, 1995
Age 5 in 2000
Age 15 in 2011
Age 26 in 2022
RiRi's father was Roman Bridger. His dad got freaky with a random woman at a Halloween party and when she had RiRi, she dumped him on Roman's front door step with a note.
Roman doesn't know how to take care of kids but he tries. Sidney kills Roman in 2000 so RiRi goes off to live with his Aunt Jill and Great Aunt Kate.
In 2011, RiRi is a Freshman. He's very awkward and figuring out his sexuality at that moment in time. He's very close with Jill since he grew up with her for 10 whole years.
He's integrated into a small group of sophomores and seniors. His friend group includes Josh and Cassie[My ocs] who are sophomores and Robbie and Kirby who are seniors. Not very close with Kirby but he does consider her a friend.
He takes marching band, Jazz band and joins film club with Robbie and Charlie. He plays the guitar, tenor sax and Flute. Once Jill is killed, RiRi is taken in by Sidney because he has no alive family left except for her.
In 2022, he doesn't really have any friends. He's not close with Sam but they'll occasionally hang out once in a while. He's an actor and Josh had been his boyfriend since junior year for RiRi and Senior year for Josh. They moved in together.
In Scream 5 he goes to propose to Josh one night but low and behold, Josh is killed by Richie as Ghostface.
He becomes ghostface in Scream 6. RiRi doesn't kill anyone, only injures them. He's more of a cover up more than anything.
In my AU, Sidney is present in Scream 6. During the 3rd act, it is revealed that RiRi is one of the killers.
Here's a little story concept:3
RiRi stands in between Sidney and Officer Bailey. The gun in his hand was pointed at Sid. RiRi grins widely.
"I'm an actor, Sid.."
He slips a finger over the trigger, eyes locked with his Aunt's. His knuckles turn white. His gaze hardens as he holds his breath.
"I act."
Once he utters those words he turns around and aims his gun at Officer Bailey, barely missing his head and shooting his shoulder.
Would you like me to expand on this scene? I enjoy writing about RiRi<3
RIRI AND HIS AUNT JILL:D
They're act more like cousins since they are very close in age :3
Jill's 18 and RiRi is 15!!
I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT HIS DAMN GLASSES😭
❝MASTERLIST❞
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SIDNEY PRESCOTT
☆ ❝ Sidney Prescott x fem!reader ❞
☆ ❝ Tela de bloqueio Sidney ❞
☆ ❝ Curando Corações ❞
☆ ❝ Literary Constellations ❞
☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞
AMBER FREEMAN
☆ ❝ Amber's love language ❞
☆ ❝ Toxic relationship ❞
☆ ❝ Young and Beautiful ❞
☆ ❝ Argument with Amber ❞
☆ ❝ Echoes, Shadows and Resolutions ❞
SAMANTHA CARPENTER
☆ ❝ Samantha Carpenter x short!reader ❞
☆ ❝ A linguagem do amor de Sam ❞
☆ ❝ Unspoken Comfort ❞
☆ ❝ Tara Cupid ❞
JILL ROBERTS
☆ ❝ Jill's love language ❞
TARA CARPENTER
☆ ❝ Provocação Charmosa ❞
TATUM RILEY
☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞
BILLY LOOMIS
☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞
STU MACHER
☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞
RANDY MEEKS
☆ ❝ Refúgio Tropical ❞
❝Jill's love language❞
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★ compliments boosting confidence: Jill thrives on compliments and positive affirmations from you. Whether it's praising her intelligence, creativity, or sense of humor, hearing kind words bolsters her confidence and makes her feel appreciated;
★ verbal reassurance: in moments of doubt or vulnerability, Jill appreciates verbal reassurance from her partner. Hearing "I love you," and "I'm here for you," reminds her that she's not alone in facing life's challenges;
★ meaningful conversations: Jill cherishes deep and meaningful conversations with her partner. Engaging in heartfelt discussions about their thoughts, feelings, and dreams allows her to connect on a more profound level;
★ thrill-seekers together: both of you share a love for adrenaline-pumping activities. Whether it's going on adventurous outings, exploring haunted places, or attending horror movie marathons, you bond over the excitement and thrill of these experiences;
★ supportive date nights: Jill plans special date nights to show her love and appreciation for you. Whether it's a surprise dinner at your favorite restaurant or a relaxing evening at home, she ensures that these moments are filled with warmth and care;
★ meaningful symbols: Jill values gifts that symbolize your relationship's milestones and shared memories. Whether it's a piece of jewelry with a special meaning or a scrapbook of your adventures together, these gifts hold a place of significance in her heart;
★ celebrating you: Jill makes sure to celebrate your accomplishments and special occasions with thoughtful presents. Whether it's your birthday, an anniversary, or a personal achievement, she expresses her love and pride through thoughtful gifts.
Scream 4 (2011) dir. Wes Craven // Scream (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
Would anyone be interested in a series with this premise? I had the idea for months now and kind of want to start on it. Going from being a child in the event of scream 4 to joining into the friend group of Scream 5&6
Working on Shattered Unity right now and you all are going to be gobsmacked 💅💅💅
Also it’s a MULTIPLE PART SERIES, so going from Scream 4 to Scream 6 —and if another one gets released while I’m still writing I’ll probably incorporate it too— so buckle up SCREAM fans
Shattered Unity
[Fragment One: I] [Fragment One: II]
Synopsis: Jill Roberts had everything, a perfect house, with a perfect family and a perfect little sister, who she cared for far more than she realised.
Pairings: Jill Roberts x Sister! Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: nothing so far :) some sibling fluff
34 Elm Street epitomized the pinnacle of luxury in Woodsboro, an affluent community coveted by all. The neighborhood itself exuded an aura of safety, lined with sycamores and white picket fences. In the middle of it all stood the Roberts household, bustling with the loud sounds of a typical Monday morning.
Jill rolled over in her plush bed, pulling her pillow over her ears to block out the loud noise of her alarm. Letting out a deep groan, her arms fumbled around until they found the snooze button. Her eyelids fluttered shut again, aiming to steal a few more precious moments of sleep until a sudden crash echoed from downstairs.
"Sweetheart!" Her mother's voice reverberated through the house. "Are you okay?"
Jill could hear her little sister mumbling something in response, probably attempting to make herself breakfast. She always had this habit of striving for independence. Jill stretched, her long black hair cascading as she released it from the loose bun of the night before. Running her fingers through the tangles, she slipped into a pair of jeans and rummaged through her wardrobe in search of a shirt. As Jill swung her door open, the sound of small feet scampering up the stairs reached her ears. It seemed her sister had an uncanny sixth sense for detecting when Jill was awake.
"Jill!" Her little form came barreling around the corner, running toward Jill's feet. Her face lit up when she saw her sister. "I made you pancakes," she announced proudly. Jill laughed and asked if that was what the crash was. The little one hid her face in Jill's shirt, her speech muffled by the fabric. "I might have dropped the pan." Jill ruffled her hair before manoeuvring around her to start going downstairs.
The kitchen bore the aftermath of a culinary hurricane—flour dusted every available surface, eggshells added a crunch underfoot, and a symphony of pots and bowls occupied the sink. Amidst this chaos sat a plate of hastily assembled pancakes, syrup awaiting its inevitable deployment. As Jill cautiously surveyed the scene, her foot met an unexpected puddle of milk, sending a shiver up her spine as the sock soaked up the liquid.
Suppressing a sigh, Jill turned her attention to her sister, ready to issue a gentle reprimand. However, before she could speak, (Y/n) beat her to it with a spirited declaration. "Don't worry, Jill! I'm cleaning it all up after I eat. I just wanted to make sure you had something to eat before Kirby picks you up." Her bright smile melted any lingering frustration, reminding Jill why (Y/n) was her undeniable soft spot.
"You're such a little troublemaker, (Y/n)," Jill joked, pulling off her damp sock. She walked to the kitchen table, grabbing a few pancakes to smother in syrup. (Y/n) climbed onto the stool beside her big sister, looking at her intently. "Speaking of Kirby, do you think I can say hi when she comes to pick you up? I want to show her the picture I drew of us three!" Jill looked over, shocked at her sister, talking with a mouthful of pancake. "You drew a picture of me?" (Y/n) corrected her, saying it was all three of them together, but Jill's mind was elsewhere. All (Y/n) ever drew was puppies and rainbows—childish things. Never had Jill seen her draw a person, never mind her.
Jill's fork hovered mid-air, laden with syrup-soaked pancake, as she stared at (Y/n) with wide eyes. The surprise etched across her face deepened, a mix of disbelief and genuine awe. For a moment, she was caught in the realization that her little sister had moved beyond the realm of fluffy animals and sunny scenes, venturing into something far more personal.
"You drew a picture of me?" Jill repeated, as if the words needed confirmation. The syrup dripped slowly back onto the plate, forgotten in her slackened grip. (Y/n)'s innocent nod was met with an almost incredulous smile from Jill, as if the simple act of portraying her in a drawing was a revelation.
"(Y/n), that's... incredible," Jill finally managed, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. The thought that her sister had chosen to illustrate her, amid all the subjects she could have picked, lingered in the air like a sweet revelation.
"I'll show it to you!" (Y/n)'s syrup-sticky hands seized Jill's, leading her in an eager ascent up the stairs, their footsteps an echo of shared laughter. The little haven at the top, (Y/n)'s room, painted in every shade of pink. It was a sanctuary of innocence, adorned with unicorns, magical creatures, and the captured moments of their life.
The walls told stories in crayon and glitter drawings, tales of a childhood untainted by the complexities of the world beyond. Pictures of Jill and (Y/n), frozen in time, grinned back at them. Jill couldn't help but notice the subtle nostalgia woven into the room, a familiar echo of her own youth. The glow-in-the-dark stars overhead seemed to promise dreams as pure and boundless as the universe itself.
Most of the toys strewn across the floor were remnants of Jill's childhood, a nostalgic scatter of innocence now usurped by time. Yet, what tugged at Jill's heartstrings most was the teddy bear lying on the bed, a mirror image of the one resting in her own room. (Y/n) never ventured anywhere without that bear. It was a shared relic, a testament to a bond forged in the simplicity of happier times.
As Jill sank into memories, the room became a vessel of echoes. Most vivid was the recollection of a day long past, a shopping trip with her father to find the perfect gift for baby (Y/n). The brown bear, soft and fluffy, had captured Jill's heart. She pleaded with her father to let her have one too. That day marked the last fragment of happiness she could recall with him.
A small shake brought Jill back to the present. She found herself gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) darted to the desk by the door, the chaotic rustle of pages scattering in her wake. Amidst the flurry, a small sound of excitement at her discovery. (Y/n) rushed back, concealing a page behind her back, anticipation dancing in her eyes.
Jill was presented with a page, a kaleidoscope of waxy stripes in every imaginable color. Amidst the vibrant chaos, three figures took center stage. Two of them stood at a similar height, towering protectively over a smaller figure nestled between them. A soft smile graced Jill's lips as she looked at her younger sister, who returned the gaze with anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
Gently, Jill pulled (Y/n) into her arms, the paper the only barrier between then. She whispered softly in her sister's ear, "Kirby's going to love this."
Kirby's car rushed into the driveway of the Roberts household, letting out a loud beep that echoed in the quiet neighborhood. As Jill stepped onto the front porch, the car's blaring music masked the sounds around them.
"Before you get in the car, you need to promise not to kill me!" Kirby shouted over the music, quickly turning it off as Jill approached.
"Why?" Jill asked, walking closer to the passenger door, while her sister eagerly ran toward the car. "What did you do?"
"Trevor called me last night," Kirby explained, and Jill's face twisted in disgust. "Why is he calling you?" She leaned down, poking her head through the car window, while (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes to get Kirby's attention.
"Because you won't take his calls, he knows I have you here and he wants to know," Kirby said. Jill opened the door with a roll of her eyes, and Kirby shifted her focus to (Y/n), greeting her with a warm, "Hi pumpkin!"
Ignoring Kirby's attempt to divert the conversation, Jill pressed, "Know what?" Kirby's eyes darted away from (Y/n), who stood eagerly waiting to share something. "How upset you are." She finished.
Olivia hopped into the backseat of the car, engaging Jill in conversation about Trevor. While they chatted, Kirby shifted her attention to the younger Roberts sister, who stood patiently at the door. With an exuberant greeting, she handed Kirby a piece of paper, saying, "I drew this for you!" Kirby smiled at the young girl, touched by the fact that her best friend's younger sister cared enough to create a drawing. "It’s me, you, and Jill," she explained, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.
"It’s amazing, (Y/n)!" Kirby examined the drawing carefully before placing it on the dashboard. "When I get home from school, it’s going straight up on my refrigerator," she promised with a smile. (Y/n) beamed at this news. Kirby glanced at the time; if they didn’t leave now, they’d be late. “We have to go, pumpkin. Have a good day at school!” she called out as she watched (Y/n) run back into the house, waving back to the girls as she did and Jill shut the car door.
Olivia rolled her eyes from the back seat, letting out a scoff. She had something against Jill’s sister ever since she accidentally broke her cell two years ago. Olivia opened her mouth to state something when Jill quickly turned to face her, her stare cold and harsh, quickly shutting Olivia up. She huffed, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your sister!” Her arms raised in the air in defense.
Jill let a small smirk grace her lips; she could see Olivia was lying. “Really!” She turned back to the front, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Jill wanted to see what kind of stupid story Olivia would attempt to create to dig herself out of the hole she made. “What was it you were going to say?”
Olivia stumbled over her words, desperately trying to come up with a story that would fit, but she couldn’t. “Fine!” She bowed her head in defeat. “But it’s not a crime to dislike your sister; she's just so...” She trailed off, seeing Jill's glare. “Clingy.”
The pulsating beat of a song jolted all three girls from their conversation. Jill's cellphone buzzed near her feet, prompting her to fish it out of her bag. As Olivia grumbled about the ringtone, Jill examined the caller ID.
"Why is Jenny Randall calling me?"
Both Kirby and Olivia shrugged, as Jenny wasn't someone they interacted with frequently.
"I don't know. I don't like Jenny Randall. She threw up on me at Tony Marshall's luau," Olivia interjected. Kirby rolled her eyes, and as Jill answered the phone, "That luau was freshman year!" Kirby turned to Olivia, who threw up her hands, “I didn't say my anger was rational!"
Both girls redirected their attention to Jill upon hearing her asking about the caller. Kirby returned her focus to the road, stealing glances at Jill's now irritated expression. "What does she want?" Jill ignored her friend's question, continuing to reprimand the mysterious caller. "Where’s Jenny?" Confusion deepened on the faces of Kirby and Olivia. Was Jenny Randall attempting to prank call Jill? Jill lowered the volume of the car's music. "Who is this?"
Kirby listened intently to the voice on the other end. It resonated deep and rough, like gravel on the highway. Certainly not Jenny Randall. Panic crept over Jill's face as she abruptly declared, “I’m hanging up.”
After a brief pause, Jill turned to her friends. "That was so weird. I just got a prank call from Jenny Randall." Olivia promptly interrupted with her own story, but Jill remained silent, appearing uninterested. "Jenny Randall is weird. Her and her little Marnie the Carny friend are freaks!" Glancing at Jill, who sat somewhat diminished in her seat and gazing out the window, Kirby sensed Jill might be anxious about her sister after such a peculiar call. Olivia continued to ramble on, it was very clearly not helping Jill. Kirby sighed before trying to reassure Jill.
"It's massacre week. People go looney, remember?"
Do you think you'll do a part 2 of the Jill Roberts x sister reader?
I definitely will, (eventually) I’ve just had so much on my plate recently, I’ve just started my own business and I’m still in college and i have musical rehearsals and ugh I’m stressed but the series is something I’ve been thinking about for years so I definitely will :)
good evening,
the things i'd give to see amber, jill and piper in the same room are inexplicable.
female slashers are so cool i wish lesbians were real
Did some art today in class 😋😋
I got red paint everywhere I swear it was a murder scene (ironic I know)
It's always the sweet, nice, innocent friend that turns out to be a hidden psychopathic mastermind.
SCREAM 4 (2011) | SCREAM 6 (2023) Director. Wes craven