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It’s time… here are this years prompts!

Snowpines/Richfarmers Week 2024 will be hosted from June 9th through 15th, and the prompts are:

(Atlas) Ball / Supernatural/Mythical

Secret/Fake Relationship / Swap

Enemies to/and Lovers / Modern

(Slow) Dancing / Gender Bend

Found Family / Sun/Snow

Coffee Shop / Magic

Rewrite / Free Day

Rules:

All forms of art: fanart, fanfiction, edits, gifs, playlists, etc. are all welcome!

You can combine prompts or use just one. (If your piece isn't exact to the prompt that's alright too.)

Submissions are welcome early or late. (Early submissions will be queued for their day, late ones will be reblogged.)

Secondary Ships are allowed, just keep the focus on Snowpines.

And NSFW will not be allowed.

Remember to tag your posts #snowpines week and @ me here @richfarmersweek to make sure I can find it!

And of course, for any questions, my ask box is always open!

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It’s time to pick out our prompts, click on the form below and let me know what you want to see for Snowpines/Richfarmers Week 2024!

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It’s been decided… Ready to start planning Snowpines/Richfarmers Week 2024?

Head to the form below and answer the first round of questions!

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Hey there fellow snowpines! I’ve got a question for you, with the current hiatus…

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Thank you all so much for participating this year!

Don't worry, if you're posting a submission late I'll still be reblogging it here! Just make sure you @ me here @richfarmersweek so I see it!

Unfortunately this is the end of Snowpines/Richfarmers Week 2023, but I'm looking forward to seeing you next year!

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Let loose and have fun!

Today is your free day!

Remember to tag your posts #snowpines week and @ me here @richfarmersweek to make sure I see it!

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Day 6 - Time/Dreams

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currently conking out

…

Whitley had no clue how he had gotten into this situation.

He felt cold, the vines at his feet made it so he felt like he was two seconds away from tripping, and he was half sure the shorter boy in front of him was two seconds away from kicking him in the face.

“I still don’t like you,” The boy shuffled, dragging their dress with them as they tried to properly move off of the windowstill they had made Whitley put them on so they could look him in the eyes. He winced, before hesitantly placing a foot on the dusty floor. They used their shaking armed to push themselves off of the windowstill, falling onto the floor.

“The feeling is mutual.”

“I don’t even know your name.” They hissed, trying to lift themselves off of the ground. “How about we keep it that way?” Whitley hummed, lending them a hand. They glared warily at him before taking the ivory-haired boys hand.

“.. Oscar Pine.”

“Whitley Schnee.”

Oscar nodded, as his grip on Whitley’s hand tightened. “Mind helping me back to bed, Schnee?”

“Back to dreamland already? What, are you planning on finding a way to dream yourself a better first kiss?”

Oscar snorted, grasping Whitley’s shoulder to stop his legs from shaking. “Bold of you to assume you were my first kiss.”

“Was I?”

“…Shut up and help me stand up properly so I can try and use my legs.”

“Right. Because you falling for me would be just the worst thing, wouldn’t it?”

Whitley had no clue as to why he was practically flirting with this stranger, but they were being receptive so why not?

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The clock's ticking down, when will you wake up?

Today's prompts are Time / Dreams!

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What kind of games do you -or our couple of the week- like to play? What changes to the story would you like to explore?

Today's prompts are Games / Rewrite!

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Looks like we're going out to the stores, or all the way to a different setting.

Today's prompts are Shopping / Modern!

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Forced destinies and shared space are our focus today.

Today's prompts are Chosen One(s) / Roommates!

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Snowpines week day 2!

Todays prompt: Secret Relationship / Seasons

(Context because I feel I need to: Oscar and Whitley are two seasons separated but they make it work in secret)

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“you’re not going to leave without one final hug, are you?”

Day 2 - Secret Relationship

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…

Oscar sighed, rolling his eyes affectionately. “I mean, I would, but where would the fun in that be?” Oscar hummed, a small grin growing on his face. “I need to make sure the distinguished heir to the Schnee Dust Company has a reason to yearn for me, don’t I?”

Whitley huffed, opening his arms expectantly.

Oscar chuckled, immediately making his way into Whitley’s arms. Whitley wrapped his arm around Oscar, not wanting to pull away. “There’s no need to make me yearn more,” Whitley placed a small kiss atop the crown of Oscar’s head, “every second we’re apart is more than enough ‘yearning’ for me.”

Oscar snorted, burying his head into the crook of Whitley’s neck for a moment.

“So… would you say you pine for me?”

…

EXTRA:

- Willow is completely aware they’re dating, they’re not the best at hiding their relationship to anyone but Jacques

- Whitley gave Oscar a Schnee Dust Company brand earring

- Oscar didn’t have his ears pierced so their first ‘date’ was them going to the local Claire’s to get his ears pierced

- They got milkshakes afterwards

- Winter was the one giving the shovel talk

- Whitley was unamused

- Oscar is getting good at parkouring his way out of the Schnee Manor

- Oscar has single handedly gotten Whitley to wake up at ungodly hours of the morning willingly

- Klein loves Oscar

- Mainly because he’s the only other person who’s regularly in the house who knows how to make a decent meal

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Day 2 - Seasons

I took.. a lot of creative liberties

This was inspired by The Snow Queen

I think it’s clear at least :/

Also I’m so sorry for any typos or things that just generally don’t make sense I ran out of energy t three hours ago

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Oscar’s best friend had not been seen for months. Everyone, everyone had accepted he would not be coming back. Not now, not ever.

Oscar knew he should’ve said no. He knew he should’ve stopped Whitley from taking off with a sled of all things and gotten him to just go back inside. Where it was safe. Where it was warm.

One winter morning, the two of them were huddled up together, and Whitley’s mother had told them the tale of the Snow Queen. Oscar had asked whether the Snow Queen could come into their home, and Whitley said that he would invite her in just to melt her at the stove. Whitley’s mother ruffled both of their heads, and told them more tales.

Oscar left at his aunt’s request a couple of hours later.

Whitley told Oscar the next day how he had seen a woman. A woman who called to him with eyes that shone like stars.

A woman made of ice.

Nothing happened.

Atleast, not until spring.

They had been looking at a book of birds and beasts.

Whitley had complained of a sharp pain in his heart and eye. And Oscar had come closer to get a closer look.

Unbeknownst to them both, shards of a magic mirror that made one perceive all beautiful things as hideous ones had pierced the white-haired boy.

One that affected his ability to see, and one that affected his ability to feel.

And then, Whitley had said the pain was gone.

(It wasn’t.)

That’s when it started.

All of a sudden, it has seemed like Whitley was no longer the friend Oscar had made that day he first came into the village.

“There’s nothing the matter with me.” He had said, his face twisted into a sneer Oscar had never seen him make.

He started criticizing their garden, the one they had planted. Just the two of them, the one that they went to when they wanted to play or just to talk or to sing or..

Or just to be themselves.

Was Whitley being himself? Oscar had wondered that for weeks after Whitley left.

Left.

Not went missing.

Not dead.

(Not when everything around Oscar reminded him of Whitley.)

(Not until their final rose died.)

And it seemed like a ridiculous thought.

(But what if?)

Whitley tore the roses out of the ground and ran off.

And it continued like that.

Oscar brought his books, one they had read together in the night when their parents let them have sleepovers. And instead of immersing himself in the fictional world Whitley had laughed.

And it went on.

Whitley didn’t seem to enjoy much of anything, and certainly didn’t enjoy being around Oscar.

But that didn’t change anything.

Oscar still liked him.

He was still a good person.

His aunt told him that he didn’t need to feel like he had to play with Whitley, once. He had tilted his head and said that he wanted to.

That wouldnt change.

(And it hadn’t.)

From spring till autumn, it went like that.

Oscar wasn’t miserable.

Because being around Whitley could never make him feel miserable.

And soon, as autumn turned into winter, Whitley found something to love again.

The snow.

Just the snow.

Whitley had explained, once, why he loved the snow. He made it seem like a chore as he explained how the snow was mathematically perfect.

Oscar doubted it, but it made Whitley happy… so he would go along with it.

Whitley had come one day, wearing the gloves he had stolen from Oscar. A sled at his back.

He had looked just like the boy Oscar would tend to the roses with, smiling for the first time in what felt like eons.

And Oscar, despite the sickening feeling in his gut that he shouldn’t have been doing this, helped Whitley tie his sled to a larger sled in the marketplace.

Oscar couldn’t see hide nor hair of the person driving the sled.

But Whitley had looked so happy..

So Oscar made a decision.

And on they went, quicker and quicker until they were out of view.

A blizzard came not even an hour later.

And Oscar sobbed.

(In a sled, with a person who had nodded to him like they knew him, Whitley sobbed too.)

And it led him to where he was now.

Desperately keeping two roses alive with all he could.

…

While Whitley forgot.

With his heart a frozen lump.

…

But Oscar had never forgotten.

Eventually…

Eventually he knew he had to accept it. That Whitley would not return.

That Whitley had died that day, and it was all Oscar’s fault.

So through long and bitter tears, as he saw the final dead rose, he sobbed.

“Whitley is dead.”

But that wasn’t right.

And then spring came.

“Whitley is dead and gone.” He muttered lifelessly. To the sunshine, to his aunt, and to a field of crops he tended to.

A field where roses had grown just the year prior.

“That, I don’t believe.” They reassured him.

Till..

Till Oscar, against his better judgment, he planted another rose seed.

That same morning, he decided.

He kissed his still sleeping aunt goodbye as he put his silver and red boots on, and made his way to the river.

He made his way to river, and gave them up.

His shoes were a gift from his mother and father, the only remaining thing he had left of them.

His boots were the dearest thing to him, before Whitley was. They were well loved.

And the river gave them back.

A message that they had not taken Whitley, though one Oscar did not understand. He had simply thought (and promptly berated himself for) he had not thrown the shoes far enough.

He had.. borrowed a boat and made his way to the edge of the river to throw his boots back out.

But he had drifted away from land, taking him away.

He cried.

But the birds sang to him, as if to comfort him.

He sat still, and lifeless.

Perhaps the river would carry him to Whitley.

But the boat had stopped infront of a beautiful garden and cottage.

Two wooden soldiers stood in front of the cottage as if to guard it.

And as an old woman stepped out of the cottage, Oscar would lose himself to her.

He had been afraid, at first. Though he remained polite, and told her of his predicament. The old woman explained she had not seen Whitley, but that he surely would come. That Oscar should stay to eat her cherries, observe her flowers, and to read her books.

And he did. After all, from what little he had seen of her garden, it was much more refined and organized than the one Whitley had torn apart both verbally and physically.

She was probably right.

So he came into her cottage, and she locked the door.

The woman took care of him. He had been allowed to eat as many cherries as he wanted, and had his hair brushed by her golden comb.

She treated him gently, like a doll she needed to make beautiful.

She made sure not to hurt him as she brushed through his hair, noting with a soothing voice that his face resembled a rose.

Oscar found the comparison funny.

And he forgot himself.

For a long while, all he wanted was to stay with her.

He did not want for Whitley, or for his aunt, or for the embrace of his mother or father..

All he wanted.. was to stay with the woman.

As the woman was a witch, and though while not a malicious one, she had been alone for so long..

And she had grown rather fond of the small freckled child that she had found.

So she kept him.

And eventually he was brought to the garden, one with every flower one could think of.

Oscar, in his haze, was delighted.

The flowers were beautiful, and Oscar played in the garden until sunset. He was called back inside with the promise that he could return the following afternoon.

Oscar returned to the woman’s garden with a large smile on his face, making an effort to try and memorize all the flowers in the old woman’s garden.

Though, he had the strangest feeling that one was missing at all times.

The feeling upset him.

It confused him, brought up blurry memories of pain and sorrow and grief.

His tears hit the ground, and a bush popped up under his feet.

And then he saw it.

A single white rose.

Oscar, strangely overjoyed to just see one rose in this garden of picture perfect flowers, planted a peck on the rose.

He was reminded of the roses he had planted back at his home in the village, and with them, the person he had planted them for.

Whitley.

“How long have I stayed?” He asked the roses, horrified with himself. “I-I… I intended to find him..”

“Do you think he is dead and gone?”

The roses confirmed that dead Whitley certainly was not.

And he asked the flowers if they knew of Whitley.

But not one told him anything useful..

Disappointed, Oscar set his mind of finding a way out of the garden.

He had to push open a locked gate, but Oscar did end up leaving the garden.

Barefoot, with nothing on his person except the clothes on his back, Oscar ran straight into a forest.

He had looked above him as he was running, just to find that the summer had passed and it was autumn once again.

He knew he no longer had time to rest, that he had to keep moving.

That he had to find Whitley.

For hours, he ran. He kept moving until he could move no more. And he collapsed in front of a girl. She had quickly helped him up, her silver eyes glinting in the sunlight peeking through the trees.

She had made him rest once again, much to his chargin. She had called her uncle over. A man by the name of Qrow. And to Oscar’s surprise, he could turn into the bird of a similar name.

The two had said that while they had not seen a boy named Whitley, they had heard of a boy who had gained the attention of a warrior-princess from the kingdom nearby.

Oscar knew it was likely a worthless lead to follow, but he couldn’t think of anything else to do. And if anyone were to charm a warrior-princess, Oscar had no doubts it would be his Whitley.

(His?)

The three of them (well, four counting Qrow’s palace guard lover) made their way into the castle, and found that the warrior-princess’s suitor wasn’t Whitley.

But despite the fact that the couple were weirdly okay with the fact they had broken into their room, they had decided to help Oscar find Whitley.

The redheaded princess lended Oscar food, clothing, and knowledge of battle strategies should he run into a fight.

The suitor didn’t actually do much other than support the princess, but the blond haired man was much too charming to hold any disdain for.

The silver-eyed girl and her uncle were given positions of authority in the kingdom (for.. some reason. Oscar wasn’t well versed in aristolife, he supposed he couldn’t judge)

And off he went, again.

After a small run in with bandits that had him get robbed of all his food and kidnapped and ended with him befriending the second in command of the bandit tribe and leaving with a reindeer and winter clothes, Oscar was back on track.

The reindeer instructed him to head to a specific house in the middle of the tundra to rest up.

..and right after they left the first house, the reindeer instructed Oscar to find a second house, even further in the snowy wasteland.

Oscar truly wasn’t too mad, something in his heart told him he was close.

Oscar actually bothered to rest at the second house, missing the cryptic words the old woman in the house spoke to his reindeer.

And then.. they made it to the Snow Queen’s castle.

…

Whitley was trying to arrange shards. The Snow Queen said she would give him a new pair of ice skates (and the whole world) if he did— and he wanted those skates, Brothers damnit!

What Whitley didn’t notice, however, was that he was slowly freezing to death.

The Snow Queen had placed a kiss atop his head when he had first met her, nearly a year prior.

His heart was a frozen lump, and all he knew was that this palace and the Snow Queen herself were beautiful.

(Winter, he reminded himself. Her name was Winter.)

He was wholly concentrated in arranging the shards of ice into the word eternity. He had never managed to get the shards into the right shape, though he had made masterpieces out of them.

Somehow, they weren’t.. right.

No matter how beautiful the shard designs were (no matter how beautiful Winter was—) they didn’t seem.. to fit.

He was so concentrated, in fact, that he didn’t even register his childhood friend barreling into him.

…

Oscar was ecstatic. He had managed to find Whitley!

(Finally, finally. We can go home.)

And it had only taken a small bit of divine intervention for him to find Whitley.

He really needed to remember to give the God of Light extra offerings the next time he attended a solstice festival..

But that didn’t matter.

He had found Whitley.

Alive.

His beautiful, stupid boy was alive. But Oscar quickly realized he wouldn’t stay alive for long in the condition he was in now.

And Oscar sobbed. He sobbed harder than he ever had before, his head buried in an unresponsive Whitley’s chest.

And through his tears, he thawed the ice that had engulfed Whitley’s heart.

Whitley blinked. Once, twice.

Oscar, through hiccuping breaths, sang to Whitley.

Oscar had sung much better sounding songs, in places much warmer, but he sang nonetheless.

And then Oscar’s reason for traveling all this way was back to him.

“Os…car?” Whitley muttered, through his own tears. He wept, and wept until a splinter of glass rolled out of his eye.

Overjoyed, Oscar kissed Whitley’s cheeks. His eyes, his face, and his lips as the blue-eyed boy laughed.

“Fuck, it’s cold..” Whitley muttered, to which Oscar gasped quietly.

“Language, Schnee!”

Whitley huffed. “I got kidnapped, I think I get to say the fuck word.”

Oscar stuck his tongue out at Whitley, his eyes shining with fondness. Or maybe tears. Probably both.

(..okay definitely both.)

“We should probably leave and warm up…” Oscar sighed, prying his arms off of Whitley. “I brought you a jacket.”

Whitley snorted. “Of course you came prepared.”

Oscar looked up at Whitley, who had stood up.

(Was he always that tall?)

“Did you really expect anything else?”

“No, not really.”

The two left the castle, and the shards rearranged themselves to form the word eternity as the two walked from hallway to hallway.

“..I never got my skates.”

“What are you on about?”

…

And the two set off, back to their little village.

When the two had returned, they were closer than ever.

Oscar was carrying a sleeping Whitley on his back.

As Oscar tried to wake Whitley up, he spotted something.

A rose garden.

“Are we..?” A delirious Whitley asked.

“We’re home.”

“Hm.” was all Whitley said before he stood back up on his own.

“…It’s finally summer.” Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“It is.”

Whitley opened the door to his home, holding Oscar’s hand tightly.

“You take a nap. You deserve one.. I’ll… go tell everyone we’re back.”

Oscar was already half asleep as he laid next to the fireplace.

“We never left.”

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To hide behind closed doors or to experience the outside?

Today's prompts are Secret Relationship / Seasons!

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Snowpines/Richfarmers week Day #1/Secrets

I was going to make a full colored drawing and stuff for this but then I started feeling sick and tired and basically just lost all motivation to finish this... but anyways here was the concept sketch for day 1 of Snowpines/Richfarmers week. I chose the secrets prompt and was going for an angsty angle because why not. Basically the idea was that Oscar has started getting worse side effects to the merge (do with that what you will) and he didn't want to tell anyone, especially Whitley. Anyway I might finish this some other time but I at least wanted to put out something for day one. Also I apologize for the bad quality I promise I can do better than this it's just my initial sketches always look like shit.

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SNOWPINES WEEK BABY WOOOOOOOO

Day 1 : 5 + 1 Things / Secrets/Declarations!

What they were arguing about is up to yalls

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