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moreespressoformydepresso · 2 months

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Guess who continues to make themself cry with their own ideas? This gal :)

This idea has been in the drafts for a long time and because @crazycriter was interested I’ve finally decided to finish this behemoth of a post and the sequel in my drafts I’m debating on posting as well. I hope this lives up to your expectations in ways my big fic likely will not when I (hopefully) post it somewhere next week 💜

A few months ago I made a biiigggg AU post starring Lamina and Treech, and in most of them they’re siblings because family angst and all that. But them being in a romantic relationship opens up whole new doors!! So lets talk about one of my 25th Hunger Games AU’s, and I’ll expand on another one like I said I would in that past post. This will not be random AU blurbs like the past post, this will be a pretty detailed plot synopsis because I may write this if there’s enough interest. Only after I’ve both posted the big one-shot and finished The Losing Battle We Won’t Stop Fighting, because I try to limit myself to actively working on 3 WIP’s and I’ve got one lined up to fill one of those two spots already. With that out of the way, let’s go! :)

Basic concept:

So I had two main ideas for an alternate first quarter quell. The one that’s relevant for today’s barrage of my madness is the AU where the tributes are picked from the families of the victors, to show that even the strongest cannot protect their loved ones from the Capitol’s might (and monstrousness). Well, how about we change that from being unable to protect their loved ones, to being unable to protect their lovers. The only exception is if said lover is also a previous victor, because the 75th games was the first time they broke the promise that victors wouldn’t have to go into the arena again. To truly hammer in the message, the victors won’t be mentoring this year. Instead, the gamemakers are going back to the original system where the top performing academy students mentor the tributes in the hopes of winning a monetary prize. Previous victors are not allowed to even see their lovers, let alone talk to them. As for what kind of tributes will fight in the games this year… Pretty much all the victors stay far away from love the first few years after their victory, because the deep sea of trauma that comes with watching 23 kids die in the span of days and knowing that you’re only alive because of their horrific fates isn’t very conducive to building a healthy relationship. Therefore, the people now eligible to be picked as tributes are all pretty far into adulthood, the wives and husbands of the victors of the first few games, mostly.

The part where LumberKids/LumberLove/Lameech/Treemina becomes relevant:

District seven has only had one female victor so far, which is Lamina, and she and Treech were in a relationship before she was reaped. If there are any gay victors, they don’t have a boyfriend anyone knows of. Her talking about him in her interview and her mentor sending people to district seven to interview Treech during the games are a big part as to why she won, since it gained her a whole bunch of sponsors. They’re both well-known and beloved in the capitol, and the fact that the people love their love story so much is the only reason Lamina wasn’t forced into the more… unsavory side effects that come with being a victor (side eyes Finnick Odair I think it’s pretty clear age isn’t a dealbreaker for them). Because of this, Treech is the only possible male tribute for the Quarter Quell, and due to the before mentioned usual mental health break from dating he’s also the only minor who becomes a tribute. The person closest to him in age is over 25, and due to him being from the poorer area (headcanon) of one of the poorer districts (canon), he’s also the least well-fed. He doesn’t live with Lamina, and despite her offering he refuses most of the benefits her victory gave her because he’d rather give it to his family. All the other tributes are living with their partners, and thus healthier than Treech is. Their brains and bodies are fully developed and they’ve got a lot more life experience than he does, so all the odds are against him here.

The reaping is a sombre affair, because for a brief moment the district rejoiced at not having to send in their kids for once. It’s still horrible, but even the girlfriends/wives that are now gonna have to fight to the death are okay with it because at least they had a good run on earth and, for one year, their daughters are safe. But then they remember that there’s only one boy who qualifies for the reaping, and the mood sours instantly. All the other districts get to send in adults, but they’re still gonna lose a child. It’s not fair. There are still two bowls, and after the oldest woman (roughly in her forties) volunteers, the escort tries her damnest to be cheery as she swirls her hand in the bowl for the guys. It’s almost like she’s trying to prolong the inevitable, because there’s only one piece of paper lying innocently at the bottom and there’s only one person standing on the right side of the podium. It’s impossible for her to not feel any sympathy when the only sound filling the square is Lamina’s muffled sobs. After she finally reads out the name, Treech steps forward, far past the initial horror. Reality hasn’t quite crashed down on him yet, but the claws have been sunk into his soul for long enough that he’s dissociated.

He looks like he does during the reaping in the movie, but while the escort gives out her little speech tears do shimmer in his eyes. More due to Lamina’s obvious distress and his inability to console her than the fact that he’s probably going to die. He feels… numb, on that front. It doesn’t quite feel real. When the escort takes the hands of the tributes to raise them in the air, Treech stares blankly for a second before wiping the tears from his face and raising his chin high because he knows how the games work. Again, Lamina won partially due to the sponsors he helped her get. If there’s anything he learned from watching her games it’s that if you want to win, you have to be interesting. If you’re not, people will only bet on your odds of winning, and those are decidedly not in Treech’s favor. Especially since his age is going to be a stigma that’ll make people hesitant to bet on him. No matter how skilled he is, the simple fact that he’s so young will hang over his head. He’ll have to twist the odds he does have control over to balance it out. The one advantage he has is that he’s the only tribute that the capitol already knows and cares about, and they really like him. He’s a capitol favorite, despite seemingly having very low chances of surviving even the first day in the arena, let alone actually winning.

For the opening ceremony, the district 7 stylists lean into the nature aspect of their industry rather than their produce. The female tribute, who I’ll call Ascaia, wears a long dress made of colorful leaves and flowers. She gets a flower crown as well. Treech, on the other hand, has a less flashy outfit. Green pants and a green, sleeveless top that look like they’re made of leaves. His arms are covered with what looks like vines, and his outfit has subtle golden elements to give it a little pop. On his head is a golden laurel wreath, a symbol of triumph and victory. Two nature spirits, one bold and wild, the other calm and peaceful. They catch attention immediately, and after the ceremony they’re introduced to their mentors.

Treech’s mentor ends up being Pliny “Pup” Harrington, who somehow met and befriended Lamina during one of her visits to the capitol, though Treech had never met him before. Pup pulled some strings to switch assigned tributes with another mentor so he could give his friend’s boyfriend the best help he could possibly get. Not that the other student minded switching, given how disastrous everyone perceives Treech’s chances to be. Pup tries not to get too attached, but they end up becoming close friends by the time the week is up. Aside from Pup passing messages between the two lovebirds, they discuss strategy both in the game and out of it. Pup’s dad has clout because of his position in the navy, and Pup is fully using that to his advantage. People jump at the chance of getting in his good graces, so quite a few sponsors warm up to the idea of supporting him, although most are still on the fence. They may be swayed by the training scores, and that’s where it gets a little difficult. Treech has to decide how to approach these scores, and he has to decide carefully. On one hand, he can play fully into the “underdog destined to die soon” act that he cannot escape no matter what he does by getting a score around 2 to 4, but that risks putting off the sponsors who don’t want to invest in tributes that have no chance of making it. Or he could lean into getting sponsors by getting a high score and risk putting a massive target on his back, which is a horrible idea because his whole strategy is to play the long game. Stay hidden, away from fights, and sneak around. Prepare to use the deteriorated state of the last remaining tributes to his advantage at the end of the games. It’s a lot harder to stay out of danger when people are actively hunting you down. Especially because a lot of the other tributes could body Treech no problem when it comes to raw physical strength. So, he and Pup decide to go with the middle option and aim for a mid score. Not low enough to turn off sponsors but not high enough to really stand out. I’m not sure at what point training was implemented, but for the sake of the story I’m gonna say there was a massive technological development in the 15 years between the 10th and 25th hunger games so training is pretty much just like in the 74th and 75th games.

During training, Treech spends most of his time at the survival stations. He’s already good at climbing and fire-starting because he’s from district seven, but the rest is mostly new. Most tributes gravitate towards the weapons stations, but Treech ignores them in the interest of remaining as far under the radar as possible. The second and third day the weapons stations are empty enough for Treech to use them in short bursts, mostly the knives (at Pup’s suggestion, since they’re very common and versatile). He deliberately flubs the ax station, balancing it so that he’s good enough to be believable (since he is from the lumber district) but bad enough to not be considered a threat. The private session comes, and Treech needs to choose one skill to show the gamemakers. It’s a tough choice between the edibles, axes, and climbing, but since he doesn’t wanna risk straining his muscles too much he goes with edibles. They saw him climb plenty during the open training sessions, as it was his way of not losing his muscle strength without showing all his cards to the other tributes. It lands him a solid 6, showing sponsors he’s not hopeless without being outstanding enough that other tributes will pay more attention to him.

Lastly, it’s time for the interview. The only real advantage Treech has is that, again, the capitol already knows him. They loved Lamina, in part because they loved her relationship with him. He was central to her story and instrumental to her victory, and the Capitol adores him for it. And Treech milks it for all it’s worth. Most of his interview is spent talking about his life back in district seven after Lamina’s return, and his short stories about their hijinks with their friends leaves everyone aw’ing. He makes sure to also build up his own personality, sharing things about him that aren’t necessarily connected to Lamina so he comes off more genuine instead of making this sound like a shallow attempt at profiting from his girlfriend’s victory. So he’ll mention carving wooden figurines for her and shows everyone a small wooden box he made in the capitol as a gift to his stylist, to both reinforce his love for his girlfriend and showcase his individuality. It works, because Lamina won the 23d games (at 15. Treech is 16-17 during the 25th games) so he’s got a lot of room to work with. Their story happened recently enough that it’s still fresh in everyone’s mind, but long enough ago that it’s mostly smoldering coals for Treech to reignite without it feeling like a rehash of this sick reality show’s previous ‘plotlines’.

Treech manages to successfully recapture the hearts of the capitol citizens, and he becomes a favorite to win. Now he’s done all he can with his time in the capitol, and he’s a few hours away from going into the arena. Pup informs him that all the victors have to watch from back home, set on the stage so the entire district can see their reactions to their lovers fighting for their lives. In response, Treech carves Lamina one last figurine. A heart laid on a bed of dahlias and roses, symbolizing eternal love. From the top of one of the arches of the heart, a small bouquet of hyacints and poppies cascaded slightly over the edge. Hyacinths represent sorrow and regret, but also forgiveness, whereas poppies symbolize remembrance. The message was clear: “Our love is eternal. I’m sorry we didn’t have more time together, please forgive me for leaving you so soon. I love you.”

Just before Treech is taken to the arena, he gives the figurine to Pup and asks him to give it to his girlfriend for him. Pup agrees to give it to Lamina, but only if Treech promises he’ll do whatever it takes to be the one leaving that arena alive. Not just for Lamina, or for Treech’s family and friends back home, but for Pup as well. Treech promises to do what he can, and they both know he can’t do much more than that. They hug one last time, and then Treech is escorted to the arena.

Will he keep his promise? Will he live? Will he die in the first 30 seconds? Will he go insane? I know, but if you want me to write this as an actual story I’ll keep some details to myself :D

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losingmymindrn · 1 month

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Save me, hunger games women, save me

#the hunger games #tbosas #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #coral tbosas #Katnisss everdeen #Johanna Mason #Chasmere thg #lamina tbosas #Brandy thg #madge undersee #Tigris snow #Clemensia Dovecote #Arcahne Crane

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poppinspops · 1 month

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Treech dating headcannons

My opinions on how treech would be like in a relationship, in and out of the hunger games, meaning lamina didn't get picked!

kiss me is playing rn, It's so his song yall Trust!

Um... accidentally made a bit of a fanfic rather then a headcannon oneshot... oops??

Warnings: none really just bad Grammer and maybe spelling mistakes as it's like almost 1am and I'm too tired to look over this

before the hunger games back in D7

Treech and you met in grade school back when treech talked a whole lot more

Treech definitely was a big talker up until he hit twelve years old. He hardened a bit more and started working, being pulled out of school like a lot of kids his age usually did, like how you did.

You two shared your first kiss in a tree at the ripe age of twelve, that's when treech finally seemed to get what his father and mother would always tell him about meeting the right girl, how he'd want to cherish and protect her from everything and everyone

Just like how he felt right now looking at you with his small hands on yours, beet red in the cheeks just looking at you

Looking away as he thought back on his father's words, he now understood him better to a point still he couldn't fully grasp the whole thing but all that mattered to him was making you smile that big smile you always did when he made silly faces or when he picked up big logs of wood (not very big but still)

"Treech, when you meet the right girl-" his father started, but treech interrupted him like always his face scrunched up in disgust likr how boys usually acted when on the topic of girls at twelve "EW! I don't need a girl!" But treechs father just laughed at his son before continuing ruffling treechs hair a bit as the boy huffed. "You'll want to change to protect her. You'll want to spend every waking moment with her... you'll understand when your older" treech looked up at his dad with confusion, not quite understand what he meant in that moment

You worked for your father's lumber yard people sold you wood for coins, your father usually was there working the shop as you carved small little trinkets in the corner of the shop, treech would come in and sell the wood he had. Most of the time, if he had any free time in that moment, he'd come and sit next to you, watching you carve a small bird. He watched you intently smiling at your flustered face when you couldn't get the angle just right admiring your features from. The chair

When he relized his feelings for you after that kiss he started working not long after, his parents like many others pulling him out of school to go and chop wood for a living a 'lumberjack' was what you called him

And soon after he started callin you 'carver' for your wood carvings

He didn't speak much after that kiss but he seemed to spend every second of his free time to just stay by your side, even going as far as to put your shoes back on your feet when you'd take them off to run in a lake, making you blush and look away thanking him under your breath missing his slight smirk and dark eyes looking at you like you where his whole world.

He knew what his father truly meant by and even more wanting to devote himself to her and wanting for you to do the same for him.

It has taken a few years but finally you two got together when you were fourteen when you couldn't take it anymore and had run up to treech one day in the rain taking him by the shoulders and screaming your feelings at him.

You two where almost inseparable, it made your father smile as he saw you happily chatting away with your lover boy at the counter though he did always have to walk over and tell you to get back to work cuz chatting away with your lumberjack ain't making money you'd sigh and kiss treechs cheek before waving bye to him watching him quickly walk out the door ears slightly red.

The reapings and meeting the tributes

You had heared the man from the capital you couldn't remeber his name buy you did know that his clothes looked expensive, making you grit your teeth at how he smiled whilst talking about a literal death game they forced children to participate and die in.

You stood still as he called the female tribute first

The man on the stage cleared his mouth as he spoke Into the sqeaky mic flinching back a little at the noises the mic made before saying the female tribute of your district "Lamina" He spoke into the mic making your head spin around to a girl that was shaking like a leaf. She was a red haired girl just a year younger then you making you bit your lip as she shakingly walked out of the line the girls all stood in slowly walking up the dirt path looking around until her eyes met your own making you gulp before speaking up impulsively "i.. Lamina! I volunteer as tribute!" You hadn't thought that through at all. All you were thinking about were those scared eyes knowing she wouldnt last long in the arena or at least you thought she wohldnt, you didnt get to see the relieved look lamina had before you were grabbed and dragged onto the stage not getting the chance to walk your feet being dragged in the dirt the man in the fancy outfit looking surprised at you before coughing a bit and continuing

treechs' name got called soon after everyone was done being shocked at your 'stunt' or rather your act of compassion and pure kindness. You felt a tear drop down your cheek as you stared over at him from the other side of the stage, accidentally catching him looking at you with a terrified but also almost angry look

Treech didn't get the chance to say anything

You two where sitting in the old dirty train, your back against treechs front as you let tears fall down your cheeks at the situation you had just out yourself in.. almost regretting your choice to volunteer, almost.

Treech gad helped you out of the cattle car holding out his hand for you to use to hop out of the cattle car, he made sure you stuck to his side not letting his guard down looking around as the other tributes got out of the other parts of the cattle train or whatever you two had just been sitting for hours on.

You looked around and caught the gaze of a little girl and a boy next to her that only had one arm you waved at them the girl waving at you with a smile as the boy only nodded at you

Treech only stared at the others, not saying a word as he held your waist, tightening his grip when the Capitol guards would come too close to him and you

You two got ushered into another car along with the other district tributes, though you here seated next to the one-eyed boy from District 10. He'd been staring at you with his one eye his gaze harsh like he was trying to see if you where good enough to him the whole ride making you gulp and look away eyes back on treech and the District boy that snuck on the cart for who knows what

You had smirked when the boy had been pinned to the car wall by the tall boy named reaper, you already liked reaper you two had said a few sentences to each other 'surved him right capital filth.' You had thought as you clapped gleefully at this, treech gave you a look smirking. You two hadn't noticed that you both had caught the attention of a certain red-haired tribute

Okay ima end it here. My hand hurts, but umm.. may do a part two if yall want one anyways I accidentally made a fic instead of a headcannon, my bad..

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dr4wingfranciss · 11 days

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"here in the forest, dark & deep. I offer you, eternal sleep."

#lamina tbosas #moodboard #tbosas #lamina my beloved i love u sm #idk i was bored #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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purplehairedwonder · 2 months

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Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @katia-anyway. Thanks, babe! Here we go:

"Underwater Flirtations"

One Piece | T | ZoLaw | 3.8K | Post-Zou, Law and Zoro get caught by the Marines and have a flirty escape

“All right, Captain?”

"Amid the Falling Snow"

One Piece | T | Lawlu | 6.6K | Law and Luffy get caught in a blizzard and huddle for warmth.

“C’mon, Torao!”

"A Fall in the Woods"

One Piece | G | Rosinante & Law | 1.5K | Rosinante sprains his ankle and Law grudgingly looks after him.

Rosinante glanced over his shoulder to make sure Law was still behind him.

"Remorse Is Memory Awake"

Dark Rise | T | St. Kempen | 1.7K | James gets his memories back.

Sloane’s head hadn’t even hit the ground before James was dropping to a knee, Ettore’s sword slipping from his grip.

"To Prove Worthy"

One Piece | T | Drake & Sengoku | 3K | Drake lives in the shadow of Sengoku's late son.

“Enjoying that?”

"To Call Myself Beloved"

One Piece | T | Lawlu | 13.2K | Law, Luffy, and engagement shenanigans.

The celebration of Luffy becoming the Pirate King had been going on for what felt like days, though Law knew it had only been hours.*

*This story began with an epigraph but I chose to include the first line of prose here.

"The Night Is Darkening Round Me"

One Piece | M | Lawlu | 36.9K and counting | Law buys a haunted house. Luffy and the Straw Hats are paranormal investigators.

Law turned his car into a long driveway, absently noting the Sold sticker covering the For Sale sign stuck in the front yard, before continuing up the drive toward the house he’d purchased sight unseen.

"Our Hearts, Made Whole in Each Other"

One Piece | T | Lawlu | 2.3K | The Hearts are rescued from Blackbeard, and Luffy asks Law to stay.

It was after midnight when Luffy found Law on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, looking out over the water as the Straw Hats’ ship cut through it like a hot knife through butter in their getaway from Hachinosu.

"My Heart, Fragile in Your Hands"

One Piece | T | Lawlu | 2.4K | Law wakes up in the Sunny's infirmary after Winner Island.

Consciousness returned in stages, as Law first heard the beeping of monitors and quiet, indistinct voices somewhere nearby.

"Your Heart, Broken in My Chest"

One Piece | T | Lawlu | 3.6K | Law's heart is acting funny, and Luffy realizes something is wrong.

Luffy was far from an expert at having someone else’s heart in his chest, but he was pretty sure what was happening with Torao’s heart wasn’t normal.

So, it looks like I either start a fic with dialogue or a compound-complex sentence 😂

Tagging @rimetin @hyperbolicreverie @chromatic-lamina @ninhaoma-ya and anyone else who wants to play!

#Caitlin writes #Trafalgar Law #Roronoa Zoro #ZoLaw #Monkey D. Luffy #Lawlu #Donquixote Rosinante #James St. Claire #Dark Heir #X Drake #Sengoku #One Piece #One Piece fic #Dark Rise fic

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softie-rain · 2 months

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PLEASE WRITE A MIZZEN X FEM TRIBUTE READER HEADCANNONS PLEASE IT CAN BE ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC U CHOSSE THANK YOU

Mizzen my beloved!!!!!!!!!! Hope you like these :) Sorry for any grammar mistakes. Sorry this took so long 🫶🏻

Obviously you're not from the same district, I think you're probably from District 5 or 6

He'd notice you on the train that brings you to the Capitol, but build up the courage to talk to you only later on when you're in the Zoo

You're very shy and quiet at first, but who can blame you? You're scared and also don't want to trust anyone. You know that in the end, one way or another, each one of the tributes will try to kill you

But Mizzen is so nice to you. You can't help but smile and talk to him!! You share little anecdotes of your days in the District, and he does the same with you, trying to distract you from the inevitable. And you do the same for him

You spend lots of time together at the zoo, talking and comforting each other

During Arachne's funeral (if you're from 5) he'll try to comfort you by subtly leaning his hands over you, though you can't take it because you're chained, but you surely understand the gesture and will hug him right after ):

The night before the Games Mizzen will talk to Coral and ask her if you can join their small alliance

Although you're the same age, you're shorter and look weaker, which leads people to underestimate you, which is exactly what Coral does.

When the Games do starts you don't even try to go for the weapons, you'll try to escape and hide instead

You somehow manage, and when the dust is settled, Mizzen will come out to look out for you. Totally against Coral's advice lol

When he finds you, your first instinct is to run away. But when you notice it's Mizzen you calm down, and I feel like he'd hug you and tell everything is alright IDC THAT YOU'RE IN THE ARENA, OKAY. HE WOULD

Coral will reluctantly let you join the alliance, where you live in constant fear of Treech and Tanner

But Mizzen will do anything to protect you and save you from any threat you may receive from them!!

Literally everyone but Mizzen hates that you joined them because they think you're weak and will just slow them down until Coryo and Sej get into the arena

You despise them because they're Capitol, and when you manage to injure Sejanus while they're escaping, the others start to re-evaluate you

You're still terrified, but survival instinct kicked in

you help kill Lamina 😔💔

After that you don't have much more time together alone cause, you know. Snakes

Which is what kills you both. At least you don't have to see the other die. It just happens

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #mizzen tbosas #mizzen x reader #mizzen tbosas x reader #mizzen x you #mizzen tbosas x you #mizzen tbosas headcanons #the hunger games

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afterdeck-ace · 2 months

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @greyaged, thank you ! My last written line is from a fanfic for a French Dungeons & Dragons Actual Play called "La Bonne Auberge" (The Good Inn).

It's called "L'aube des intranquilles" (Dawn of the restless) on AO3 and it's a small exploration of a grumpy & sunshine friendship between two beloved characters. And of course, because it's me, there's angst. And it ends with some quiet comfort:

« Je nous ferais du thé. » "I'll make us some tea."

Tagging @chromatic-lamina, @the-obsessive-writer, @hergan416 (no pressure) and whoever sees this and wants to play.

#I write #playful scribe #french fanfiction #la bonne auberge

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bivwifeybunny · 1 year

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I posted 4,303 times in 2022

That's 4,303 more posts than 2021!

349 posts created (8%)

3,954 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@teacupotter-moved

@violets-r-purple

@ctntduo

@xavalav

@lamina-tsrif

I tagged 2,043 of my posts in 2022

#wifey art recs <3 - 764 posts

#wifey speaks <3 - 236 posts

#wifey recs <3 - 179 posts

#wifey's moots <3 - 119 posts

#g <3 - 108 posts

#prev - 44 posts

#g <3 - 40 posts

#wifey's all time favs <3 - 36 posts

#sapnap my beloved - 36 posts

#wifey rants <3 - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#thats why he put on a show when he ran into tommy post prison. he literally herded him back to philza because 1. he didnt want to deal w it

My Top Posts in 2022:

you just taking care of dream while he is sick

no because ik he'd be so dramatic

he's all sprawled out on your guys' bed, tissues everywhere with an arm draped over his face

he'd groan and peek at you from under his arm and if you didn't respond/react he'll just groan again louder until you pay attention to him

"pay attention to meeee."

"I need to finish this Clay."

"...i don't care, pay attention to meeee."

and he looks at you like this >:(

he'd be such a pouty baby, wanting you to coddle him and give him and only him your attention

"come cuddle with me" he'd pout, giving you puppy dog eyes, holding his arms out to you

"But you're sick."

"What I'm hearing is you don't love me."

You ended up cuddling him

Making him soup

And when you bring it to him he's just 🥺

"thank you baby"

omfg he'd be so stubborn about taking medicine tho

"I can just sleep it off."

"i have an amazing immune system, I'll get over it soon."

"i'll give you a kiss and cuddle you for the rest of the night if you take it."

"...why didn't you just say so?"

overall vv dramatic and clingy when sick but absolutely adorable either way

also pls send me asks for this ask game i'm literally begging you

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Since you’re being active rn love, how do you think Sapnap would react to his gf just sleeping naked cuz it’s hot af and literally can’t sleep any other way. Or straight up just laying on the floor in to his room in just underwear (no bra) because it’s hot.. I’m not projecting ahahahahahahaha

omfgg i love this idea sm and it's okay i was very much writing a self indulgent fic when I saw this lol we love to self-project on this blog (also is there anything i can call you btw? not sure what to refer to you as that's shorter than ur whole user lol)

When Sapnap came home from his quick trip to the store he stored away the rapidly melting ice in the freezer, pulling off his hat and wiping the sweat from his face. It was hotter than fuck outside and even that quick trip to the store for the much needed ice was far too long in the heat for his liking. And unfortunately for all members in the house, the ac was not working, and while Dream was currently working on fixing it, for the moment being, it was sweltering.

"Babe?" He called out as he pushed open the door to his room. The sight before him brought a smirk to his face.

There you were, sprawled out on the floor in nothing but your underwear, eyes closed as you desperately tried to stay cool.

He let out a whistle as his eyes raked up and down your practically naked body. "When did the clothes come off, hot stuff?"

You glanced at him, rolling your eyes with a grin. "The second they started to cling to my body with sweat."

"Well I have an idea on how to beat the heat." He grinned, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and lustful eyes locked on you.

"Really?" You replied skeptically, "And what's your great idea?"

"What do you say we take a shower?"

335 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

Sapnap being a daddy dom with his pillow princess or free write woth sapnap x NB!Reader

Pairing: dom!Sapnap x pillow princess!Reader

Warning(s): Smut (Minors DNI!!!), praise, begging, marking, breeding kink,

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT😭😭😭 I had to get something out and I already rewrote this like 15 times and still wasn’t satisfied with it :((( maybe I’ll come back and make a better full fic of this but I hope you enjoy this little blurb anyways

“Look at you. My pretty little princess.” Sapnap praised as he rocked into you, leaning down to mouth at your neck.

You whined, fingers clutching at the sheets below you, tears streaming down your face and onto the pillow below.

You weren’t exactly having the best day and Sapnap, being the amazing boyfriend he is, noticed and decided to treat you a bit. He had brought you over to the bed, and gently laid you down, whispering words of sweet praise.

And that all led to him pulling multiple orgasms out of you, with his hands, mouth, and now, cock.

“So pretty. So beautiful. So gorgeous.” His fingers massaged your hips as he peppered kisses down your back. “Look so beautiful, all marked up. Gonna look even more beautiful stuffed full of my cum.” A strong thrust punctuating the end of his sentence, drawing a long moan out of you.

“Please, please fill me up- fuck- please-” You pleaded, hips rocking back into his, chasing after your orgasm. “Wanna be full of your cum-”

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to stuff you full of my cum? Make you a momma?” His movements grew faster and more desperate as he grew closer to his release.

Quickly he was spilling his warm seed into your cunt as your release mixed with his.

“Such a good girl. All for me.” He smiled as he moved to pull out of you, gently scooping the cum that leaked out and pushing it back in your fluttering pussy. “There you go princess. Now make sure you don't waste any. Otherwise we'll have to start all over again...”

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352 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

over stimulation kink w/ dream , you're crying for him to stop but since you didn't safe word out he goes harder

omg yesss

he would be going at it for so long that you have tears running down your face, your body unsure it wants to stop or keep going. he's made you cum on his mouth, fingers, and cock more times than you can count, the both of you are covered in your cum. you're mumbling for him to stop even though you really don't want him too.

instead he slows down just enough to tease you, which only has you crying out louder.

"please please please please- fuck"

"please what, sweetheart?"

you only let out a whine in return but he wasn't satisfied with that, gripping your chin and forcing your teary eyes to focus on him.

"you gotta use your words, princess."

you struggle to gather your words and sort out your thoughts. you don't know whether you want him to stop or keep going.

instead, dream flips you over, grips your hips and starts fucking you harder. you let your front half collapse into the pillows below, unable to support yourself as you moan out, fingers gripping the sheets.

"stop- please- fuck- I can't-"

"you took too long to answer, baby. but it's okay, I know you can handle just one more..."

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bunny i had a thought you creaming all over dream dick

ughh he would groan so much

Anon i want you to know i actually love ur brain sm :)) and also sorry to everyone for not putting out any fics for a while, school is kicking my ass and mentally i am not doing too bueño but i’m pushing through it. You will get the kinktober fics you missed out on dw but for now pls accept these asks i’ll be posting tonight while you wait <3

Dream loves when you cream on his dick. The warm sensation of your cum coating his cock, watching closely as he pulls out, the way the mixture of cum will drip down your thighs ughh my man let’s out the loudest groan. And because dream + breeding kink is amazing, there’s a couple opportunities that present themselves.

The first being to scoop up the cum leaking out of your hole and fingering it back into you before plugging you up, OR doing all that except plugging you with his cock instead. Which i think he’d choose the latter. You can’t tell me he doesn’t love cockwarming. He is a HUGE fan of it. Getting to stay all nice in warm inside your pretty tight cunt is heaven to him and he’d do it all day if he could. And it’s especially easy to give a few shallow thrusts just to tease you, which will almost always lead to another round abut then again who’s complaining when he has another excuse to wreck your guts. ;)

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During Windtide

There is something surreal about seeing Times Square as it was before, lit up and populated and vintage looking. The tacky smooth, sleek cars of the age were frozen in a moment in time behind the large red words detailing whatever magazine they were and what current events were happening in "the modern" world. There was nothing modern about them, as every present moment of every second of humanity has been the most modern that it gets. Even now, with our advanced technology and ideals, we will become obsolete also.

It's a beautiful thing to reach for the stars, but everything is more beautiful when you have something to reach to. The stars are too well known now; not one being has wished on one in so long. The wind picked up, and my grip tightens on the worn leather-bound journal. It's led me this far and if I lose it to a storm I'll lose that bet.

The windtide is rising again.

I open up comms and listen to the Earthling's chatter. Most of them don't have to worry about windtide right now—they're not crazy enough to be out exploring like this—so they talk about their finds, speak aloud hypotheses they have, and detail their movements. It's relaxing to hear them especially when you're the only ones on planet Earth. We now total twenty-seven; Pygmy went off planet nearly a fortnight ago and we all know what that really means.

Dory thinks they never left Earth. Doe is the only veteran researcher who's been stationed here before, but that was under different jurisdiction. Sometimes, after a bad find, doe tells us of how different this time is. No locators. No grouping. No signals.

Nothing reaches us here.

We only have comms, but Dory says we'll be lucky if those don't lose power. I'm inclined to agree with doe. But then again, I'm the only one who goes out during low windtide. I've seen the old graffiti, read the diaries, connected the dots between the lives of our ancestors. Whatever is left to salvage; whatever has stuck around after the storms. I see it all. I want to see it all.

Dory says I remind doe of doeself. Before, that is. We don't talk about it, but this used to be more exciting when it wasn't basically a researchers worst nightmare. Stranded. Soon to become history like everything else here.

We're not the first researchers sent down. The first few missions got lost at high windtide. I've learned from their mistakes and mastered my storm safety measures, drilling my chains down during low windtide and waiting them out. The currents get so strong that it wipes away almost everything; multiple times I've had to search miles for my bags and there was that memorable event when the straps twisted around my arm and dislocated my shoulder. Not the worst by far, but certainly the most aggravating.

I unmute my end once the wind picks up again, waiting a beat before muting it. Comms used to be a lot quieter before Dory, but doe's implemented many rules. For our safety and our sanity. After one too many months without a check in from me, back when I was in the gulf storm, doe set the most recent rule of indicating when high tide is. It interrupts everyone's murmurings, but ultimately has been the most helpful rule. At first, I didn't get it, until Dory visited the islands; I worried at my lips till they bled, then.

The horizon turns crimson as the storm sets in, wind whipping past. It's the one good thing about windtide, it's the only place the heat can't reach. I check and pull at my straps, cranking each until they lie firmly against my halehide. The sun bursts for a bright, brilliant moment, and I'm reminded of how scared I was when I came here. How I never left the safety of my designated region.

When I studied for this, I was told I shouldn't try and be a survivalist. I should stick to theoretical research. Stick to the known planets. It annoyed me to no end, but now I can't remember why I applied for this mission. Maybe it was an act of rebellion or spite but I only remember feeling resigned. Like this was the only path for me.

Life has a way of saving us, I think, though I'm not sure younger me would agree. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have stepped anywhere near the academy. Young me would have turned heel, and been worse for it. I know I'm braver than I began, kinder than I knew I could be, more loved than I ever imagined.

I know I'm a better person. When the sun lights up the sky I think that this was all worth it.

Even though I'm never going home.

12 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

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13 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

The Ghosts in Real Estate

Aimsey had learned at a young age that all houses had their ghosts but they didn't meet the first one until they went out on their own. The first ghost they met wasn't really a ghost; she was so alive. Vibrant, shining, but not meant for this world. A ghost before she had died, haunting a home that wasn't hers because she didn't want it.

The second ghost Aimsey met was shortly after the first, and he was a proper ghost. He needed a place to haunt, but it seemed like Aimsey was haunting him. They stuck close by and became friends with the ghost. No one else visited them, so no one saw how deathly pale Aimsey became.

The third ghost was a tall man with excited hands that danced as he talked, gesturing towards a house that could become a home. He showed them around the place with the familiarity of someone who knew it well; yet he was detached, said he would be around but he was selling the place. It would finally get some use.

Aimsey shivered as something ice cold ran in their veins. A dead guy sold them a house, parading around like he was still alive. A dead guy was Aimsey's friend. Again.

The fourth ghost looked at Aimsey with broken fury and claimed he was invincible. A ghost that couldn't be killed. That begged to be killed. He pushed them off the path and as they fell, he jumped after. He never hit the ground. Aimsey did.

It went something like this: dark, cold, cold, cold, cold, dark, warmth, light, burning, burning, light, air, cold, light, air, air, flowers and dew and cold. Life, again. Somehow.

The terror never left. The terror never arrived. The terror was there when Aimsey saw the dead guy again, and the terror haunted them once he'd left.

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19 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

PEOPLE WHO MAKE DLSMP FANART AND USE THE SOULBOUND STRINGS TO ARTIFICIALLY TIE TWO PEOPLE TOGETHER WHO AREN'T SOUNBOUND I AM KISSING YOU ON THE LIPS I LOVE YOU ! YOU'RE MIND !!!!!!!!!!

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Superhero AU because why not honestly. I’m back on the lumberhouse train and had an idea for a true drama hijinx goldmine:

Coral, Tanner, and Brandy are two of the most powerful supervillains in the world. Lucy Gray, Lamina, and Reaper are heroes trying to foil the plans of them and other bad guys. Other characters make appearances but I’m not sure what to make them exactly. Now, all of them have civilian identities, and Treech is Lamina’s childhood friend who is completely out of the loop regarding her secret superhero life. While Lamina knows he could and would help her in valuable ways, the risk to his life weighs more heavily than the potential aid he could give. This attempt to keep him out of the superhero business is… unsuccessful.

Somehow, Tanner starts dating Treech in civilian identity. Once he and Lamina meet it takes them both less than a minute to clock exactly who the other person is, but neither of them can do anything because that would upset Treech. So they’re stuck shooting each other covert glares and suspicious side eyes while Treech remains blissfully ignorant. Shenanigans ensue.

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HI HI HI !!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOIN WELL :D

HIHIHI HELLO HOLY SHIT LAMINA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR ART!! HAPPY VALENTINES!

#LAMINA MY BELOVED MUTUAL!!!#ramblingswhy

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poppinspops · 9 days

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Oh how I adore you..

Warning: mild cursing, violence, closeted lesbian, homophobia and just bad Grammer, me giving treech a last name, I was tired whilst writing this, so yes spelling mistakes aswell

Summery: A drabble about a relationship with Lamina from a fic I'm working on and how it would kinda work, sadly it's one sided love lamina is inlove with you whilst your inlove with treech

Pairings: Lamina x reader (one sided)

Lamina had known you for most of her life as you two went to school together before you had been pulled out early as your father needed help with his shop

Lamina ended up just walking to your shop straight after school so that she could hang out with you again on your breaks and when it was a particularly slow day

When it came to lamina, you learned quickly that she was a rather affectionate person and would randomly grab your hand or interlock your pinkies together or just her randomly wrapping her arms around your shoulders

It would catch you off guard at first but soon you started to do the same back not as much but stuff like holding her arm as you two walked down the cobblstone path from your house, or resting your head on her shoulder things like that

You never noticed how her face would heat up or how she would stare at you after interlocking your elbow with hers when you're walking. You make it hard for Lamina not to stare sometimes..

You and Lamina were walking back from your house as you insisted that you walked her home, walking down your cobblestone pathway from your house.

You interlocked your elbow with laminas swinging your now interlocked elbows up and down as you stared at a sparrow that you swore was staring straight at lamina, too caught up on staring at the weird sparrow you failed to notice how laminas face flushed at the contact of your bare arm against hers and how you seemed to lean yourself against her..

You both would so braid each others hair if your hair is long enough to be braided. If not, then you would just braid laminas hair into two or more braids

Lamina Braiding your hair

You where sat criss cross on laminas bed your back turned to the other girl as an hour ago lamina had asked you if she could braid your hair and of course you agreed i mean who could say no to lamina?

so here you where back turned to lamina as she braided your hair listening to you rant about your day or really anything you wanted to say or that was on your mind she just enjoyed listening to you talk.

Her hands in your hair as you just talked on and on, he birds chirpping outside lamina's window, the sound of just your twos breathing, lamina wished everyday could be like this just the two of you in her room as she braided your hair honestly even if you didn't return her feelings all she wanted to do was be by your side.

And if that meant that she was nothing but yourr best friend than that was enough for the girl as long as she was with you than she was alright with anything.

You braiding laminas hair

You giddily braided laminas hair as you showered her in compliments about how beautiful her hair was as you braided laminas hair into two braids.

Lamina was a mess, she was beat red as you braided her hair thanking you for complimenting her and as usual you said it was no problem, smiling at lamina as you tightened the braid apologizing if you had hurt her though your words fell on deaf ears as lamina wasn't listening at all she was too flustered in that moment to even think.

You were the bane of lamians' existence and the light of her life at the same time.

Laminas mood would dampen when she'd notice how you'd recently started staring at a boy that she'd talk to every now and then treech Miller lamina believed was his name

Lamina knew the boy as he came into your father's shop quite often. He was a part-time lumberjack, as was lamina, though, unlike Lamina, treech was in the circus as was his family they ran the circus in town and man was it popular

To laminas misfortune you had been a big fan of it and always tried to make small talk with the boy who was around yours and laminas age maybe a year older than you two

Lamina tried not to think about it as she was just happy you where at least trying to make a new friend even if it was a boy.. anyways

Lamina and you made a promise a few years back when you two first became friends, that if one of you did get picked in the reaping which it wasn't likely that out of hundreds of girls one of you got picked in the hunger games

HAH, as if but you two still swore that the other would volunteer as tribute and take their place though you heavily doubted that you'd need to

Not knowing that maybe you'd be the one to follow the promise through..

I adore lamina, but I adore doomed yuri more..

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