#week 63

[choicesflashfics]

Week 63 Prompts:

“What are you thinking about?” -> “You.”

“I don’t remember how to be happy.” 

“Just play along.”

Under the Mistletoe - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Midnights Like This Part Thirteen: What If We Ruin It All? - @queenrileyrose (The Royal Romance/Rules of Engagement; Leo x F!OC / Liam x F!MC)

…Sometimes Not (Part 12): It’s Always Been You - @ao719 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Dashing Through the Snow - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

Holiday Prompts fics:

Under the Mistletoe - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Dashing Through the Snow - @kristinamae093 (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!OC)

[probablybadrpgideas]

Sneakily buff your character by putting a "!" after all your stats.

"How much damage does your attack do?"

"30!"

"Ok, so that's a good chunk of the health gone..."

"No. Incorrect. The target is utterly vaporised. Do the maths yourself."

[zyphnn]

@codywanweek day 3: WLW codywan

sparring in their free time but make it ladies

[actualbampot]

RWBY Volume 3 - The End of the Beginning

[echosong971]

Tangled Up In You

[kaveh-a-day]

Day 63

[the-radiosilencer]

radiostatic yuri week!!! (ft. niffty)

(more under the cut!)

merry yaoimas and a happy yurir i am late posting i keep forgetting to do so

huuhuu

day 1: swap outfits / makeup

day 2: (very subtle) shark vox / deer traits alastor

day 3: 2013 vox & old design alastor

day 4: old pictures / left behind (i was running out of ideas here lmfao)

day 5: affection (i think tis the first time i drew alastor actively showing affection) (that's vox's first last and only smooch from her)

day 6: divorcing (hi niffty)

day 7: dead flowers (not really [yet] but pretty soon she'll be pushing up daisies where th- /lyr /ref)

[lexichae-draws]

sick of looking at this

[impulsivesuperrobin]

me, gnawing at the bars of my cage: richie tozier is smart!!! he gets good grades!!! he understands bill better than anyone!!! he thinks bev is so tough!!! his impressions are fucking awful when he’s a kid!!! he hates his glasses but thinks it’s cool that buddy holly wears them!!!! his parents don’t always understand him but they love him so much!!! he’s scared of clowns and werewolves and being forgotten!!! he dances with bev in a school talent show!!! and their friendship gives a time traveler hope for derry!!!

[foxilayde]

Season 2 of Case 63 is being released on September 26th!

[wangxianficrecs]

prized above gold by Deisderium

prized above gold

by Deisderium

M, WIP, 9k, Wangxian

Part of WLW Wangxian Week 2022

Summary: Jin Guangshan has captured the Yiling Matriarch, and gives her to the Lan dragons as a war prize. Kay's comments: This story lives rent-free in my brain. WLW Wangxian featuring war prize Wei Wuxian and also foxxian and dragonji? Is it my birthday already? I absolutely love the character dynamics in this story and also the other canon divergence points, like Lan Xichen being Empress and Jiang Yanli being a sect leader. Jin Guangshan is being absolutely vile though, but thankfully, cursed shackles seems to be the worst he does to our beloved Foxxian. Due to these shackles, she can only transform into her human form at night and her powers are surpressed. The only way to undo the curse? Dual cultivation. Excerpt: As an enemy combatant and a war prize, though, Lan Wangji couldn't simply demand that she be freed. Lan Xichen might have come up with a more elegant solution, but elder sister wasn't here, and Lan Wangji could no more leave Wei Ying in that cage than she could cut her own hands off. "Open the cage," Lan Wangji said again. "I will take her parole." "Such a notorious huli jing as this," Jin Guangshan said silkily. "I almost kept her as a concubine myself. Who would have thought such a creature as this could tempt even one of the Lan?" One of the man's retainers unlocked the cage, and Wei Ying bounded out, running to Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji stooped and held out her arms. Wei Ying leapt into them, and Lan Wangji thought, At least she still trusts me this much. Something cold and hard among the soft silkiness of her fur bumped against Lan Wangji's wrists. Gold bands encircled Wei YIng’s forelegs, just above her front paws. The bands were stamped with peonies, and there was no obvious mechanism to release them. "What are these?" Lan Wangji asked. Wei Ying's fox form burrowed against her chest, trembling. She felt so small this way. "It didn't seem prudent to let a demonic cultivator and huli jing have access to all her abilities.” Jin Guangshan smiled.

pov lan wangji, pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, fox wei wuxian, dragon lan wangji, female lan wangji/female wei wuxian, rule 63, emperor lan xichen, female lan xichen, xiyao, lan xichen/jin guangyao, post-sunshot campaign, war prize wei wuxian, yiling matriach, captivity, cursed wei wuxian, hurt/comfort

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[ccssketchbooknstuff]

I wholeheartedly believe anything can be improved if you make it sapphic <- (biased wlw bi ass)

maskless version below cut:

[coiled-dragon]

Dracfield Week Day 1: Gender Swap

[jtl-fics]

Foxhole Bake

7/17/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | Foxhole Bake AU

The clock ticked forward regardless of whether the bakers wanted it to or not.

Some bakers were having great success with their bakes. The camera cut to Liana as she put her cheesecake concoction into the oven with over an hour and a half still on the clock as she started to work on her blueberry sauce. It also cut to Andrew Kimura as he put his raspberry-almond cookie bar into the oven.

The camera cut over to Andrew’s station but he was not there and was instead over at Neil’s station trying to help his fellow contestant mix his puffed rice and marshmallow concoction.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

why not some snippets from all 🙏🙏 or one of your choose or whichever one is winning the poll. craving some wisteria writing rn fr

behold, not the winning wip from the poll, but enjoy a snippet from the girl!lando x boy!oscar fic… which i will finish when life gets less bonkers. 🍊🫡

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In the flurry of departures, not many people seem to notice the rookie who’s no longer wearing an orange shirt. Ahead of him, Lando wipes her brow, wipes her eyes, pretends she isn’t angry-crying about her race result. But on the way out, flanked by Will and Jana and Charlotte, a girl shouts Lando’s name.

Lando turns, relaxes her shoulders, and puts on a smile. The girl’s parents look delighted, all warm and starstruck in the way that people usually are when driver’s talk to them like fellow human beings, when drivers manifest as a full three-dimensional person rather than a collection of 4K pixels on a screen. They look starstruck in a way that Oscar is pretty sure his own presence will never warrant.

“You did so amazing, Lando!” The girl says. She must be about eight. A wisp. Probably barely bigger than Lando was at that age. Oscar also remembers just a little older and being a grid kid. He knows how important and formative these experiences are. And it speaks to Lando’s generosity, the endless way she always gives maybe too much of herself, to pay it forward.

“I could’ve been better! But I really appreciate it, thank you. What’s your name?” Lando asks, grabbing the felt tip pen.

“Olive.”

Lando leans in. “Can I tell you a secret, Olive?”

Olive nods.

“Sometimes, I pick the olives out of my pasta. It makes my tongue feel funny.” Lando makes a face, and Olive laughs. “But I think you have a very lovely name. Do you want to maybe drive here one day?”

“Yeah! My dream is to be just like you.”

“Maybe better, ey? But maybe one day. Maybe one day!”

Charlotte is giving the stare like they really have to go. Lando turns and says some words to the parents, the usual thank you for coming, thank you for supporting us, platitudes that are usually platitudes but Oscar admires the way that Lando means them anyway.

The group starts moving away, before Lando stops, and turns. She yanks the cap off her head and presses it into Olive’s hands. The girls’ parents look delighted.

“Sorry. S’abit sweaty. But might come in handy one day, yeah?”

Olive beams.

And Oscar likes to think he generally is unmoved by acts of human emotion. But he thinks there’s a part of his permafrost heart that maybe cracks a bit at Lando’s warmth, too.

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[almost-daily-coiny]

Coiny falling down the stairs... =)

(almost) daily coiny #63