#week 63

[sipofsnips]

Week 63 sips!

You can reblog this post and do em all now, save 'em and find 'em as you have the energy/time, or just use it as a heads up for what's comin'.

Up to you!

All I ask is that you use the #sipofsnips tag so people can find each other's snips and get excited about writing.

Have fun ^.-

[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."

[epiaphany]

You wanna know why I grew this?

Tell me.

[zyphnn]

@codywanweek day 3: WLW codywan

sparring in their free time but make it ladies

[echosong971]

Tangled Up In You

[actualbampot]

RWBY Volume 3 - The End of the Beginning

[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-)

[scarlet-witchery]

toxic old woman yuri cherik nation how are we feeling tonight???

[danerdybluebanana]

swearing off of pinterest and tumblr to avoid spoilers cause my friend recently got me into the omniscient reader’s viewpoint fandom and oh my god i’ve been put into another yet another chokehold

[lexichae-draws]

sick of looking at this

[ccssketchbooknstuff]

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

maskless version below cut:

[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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[droppingartintotheinfinite]

back to experimenting with those new brushes i got