Prompt with any character, pairing, or character. I can't promise fic for all of them, but I can promise to tell you what that character, pairing, or character does in the snow! Because this is what my house looks like!
I did female!Sherlock here, it was Sherlock/John-ish. I'm not sure I have another Sherlock/John in me just yet, but I also did this, which was how Sally Donovan is a special unique snowflake.
Thanks so much! I'll chew on this more and see if any other ideas crop up :o)
heeeeeeeeeeeeee. This one makes me sad, because it could be really fun, but I can't really think of an episode with snow. They could do some awesome stuff with it--per this snippet, but . . . oh, I guess I'll write about that.
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"I was thinking about doing something sort of symbolic about snow," Julie says one day to Sera, over lunch. Eric is there, and Joe, and Ben, Ben, Ben and Ben, but no one pays that Ben any attention. Becky's in and out.
"You know what they'll say," says Sera.
"Budget, I know."
"Snow always looks like shit on the small screen," says Sera.
"I know," says Julie. "But I'm doing the Christmas episode, and--and I don't want to do Christmas."
"I've had Christmas forced on me," says Sera. "It was an unconsensual Christmas."
"Christmas could be interesting. I mean, consider Castiel."
"Christ." Sera's eating her sandwich. "Castiel."
"There are so many religious implications."
"That's what I said." Sera talks with her mouth full. "Christ, Castiel. We could do Mary and Joseph, for starters. Network's never gonna let us."
"Right," says Julie. "So I don't want to do Christmas."
Sera smells like mustard. "You want to do snow."
"Snow can be very symbolic," Julie points out. "Cleansing. Change."
Sera has a bread crumb on the corner of her mouth and Julie finds her hopelessly, devastatingly wonderful. "Now you're talking Easter."
"Not spring," says Julie. "Though that's very interesting. That could be a different episode."
"Spring cleaning demons. Don't let anyone hear you say these things. Eric will write it down."
"Heaven forbid Eric write it down." Julie smiles, and Sera smiles too. Julie feels like she's on to something. "Snow is a starker sort of clean," she goes on. "And there are so many legends . . . you know Snegoruchka, of course. Hell, Frosty the Snowman."
"The Abominable Snowman," Sera says.
Julie grins. "Don't let Eric hear you say that. He'll write it down."
"Snow angels," Sera says. "Did Dean and Sam ever play in the snow?"
Julie drinks her Coke. "We generally have them in the South."
"Not always. You're on to something. This is good." Sera shoves the rest of her sandwich in her mouth. "What about Lucifer?"
"What?"
"Come on, genius. What's Lucifer think about snow?"
"Oh." Julie frowns, puts down her Coke. "Well, I don't know."
"You have to know these things, girl."
"Why Lucifer, though?"
"So when Eric takes your idea, and suddenly wants the Abominable Snowman, it means something."
Julie frowns some more; she goes home, dreams of Snegoruchka and Lucifer, and doesn't write anything down.
Sixth months later it's February; the Christmas episode aired and Julie didn't write it, and Sera suddenly turns to her at lunch and says, "Hey. What about snow?"
"What about it?" Julie says.
Sera is frowning fiercely. "Something about snow. You said you were going to do a piece . . ." She shakes her head. "Snegurochka, was it?"
"That's Russain," says Julie. "It's not going to work."
"What? Why not?"
Julie just shrugs. "Spring's almost here."
Sera's still frowning. "You should have written it."
Julie thinks of Snegurochka, alive in the winter, melted in spring, a girl made of snow who never saw green. "Some things are better left untouched," Julie finally says.
"You mean Christmas," Sera says, not quite understanding. She watches Julie, who just shrugs again, and Sera turns contemplative. "You know, Julie," she says, "the usual policy is to violate the hell out of those things."
"I know," says Julie.
Sera watches as Julie finishes her salad. "You still wanna fuck Dean up some more?"
I am cackling and crying, "It's so poignant!" at the same time.
Julie thinks of Snegurochka, alive in the winter, melted in spring, a girl made of snow who never saw green. "Some things are better left untouched," Julie finally says.
hahaha. This is like the third fic for this prompting do-hickey in which I've used Snegurochka. That's a good story. And makes me miss fulselden who wrote a completely awesome one.
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Are we allowed to expand on the prompt? Because if so, I'd like to add:
"Is it really true that all snowflakes are completely different?"
If not, I won't mind!
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Thanks so much! I'll chew on this more and see if any other ideas crop up :o)
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"I was thinking about doing something sort of symbolic about snow," Julie says one day to Sera, over lunch. Eric is there, and Joe, and Ben, Ben, Ben and Ben, but no one pays that Ben any attention. Becky's in and out.
"You know what they'll say," says Sera.
"Budget, I know."
"Snow always looks like shit on the small screen," says Sera.
"I know," says Julie. "But I'm doing the Christmas episode, and--and I don't want to do Christmas."
"Neither do I," says Sera.
"You're Jewish," says Julie. "Anyway, we've done Christmas."
"I've had Christmas forced on me," says Sera. "It was an unconsensual Christmas."
"Christmas could be interesting. I mean, consider Castiel."
"Christ." Sera's eating her sandwich. "Castiel."
"There are so many religious implications."
"That's what I said." Sera talks with her mouth full. "Christ, Castiel. We could do Mary and Joseph, for starters. Network's never gonna let us."
"Right," says Julie. "So I don't want to do Christmas."
Sera smells like mustard. "You want to do snow."
"Snow can be very symbolic," Julie points out. "Cleansing. Change."
Sera has a bread crumb on the corner of her mouth and Julie finds her hopelessly, devastatingly wonderful. "Now you're talking Easter."
"Not spring," says Julie. "Though that's very interesting. That could be a different episode."
"Spring cleaning demons. Don't let anyone hear you say these things. Eric will write it down."
"Heaven forbid Eric write it down." Julie smiles, and Sera smiles too. Julie feels like she's on to something. "Snow is a starker sort of clean," she goes on. "And there are so many legends . . . you know Snegoruchka, of course. Hell, Frosty the Snowman."
"The Abominable Snowman," Sera says.
Julie grins. "Don't let Eric hear you say that. He'll write it down."
"Snow angels," Sera says. "Did Dean and Sam ever play in the snow?"
Julie drinks her Coke. "We generally have them in the South."
"Not always. You're on to something. This is good." Sera shoves the rest of her sandwich in her mouth. "What about Lucifer?"
"What?"
"Come on, genius. What's Lucifer think about snow?"
"Oh." Julie frowns, puts down her Coke. "Well, I don't know."
"You have to know these things, girl."
"Why Lucifer, though?"
"So when Eric takes your idea, and suddenly wants the Abominable Snowman, it means something."
Julie frowns some more; she goes home, dreams of Snegoruchka and Lucifer, and doesn't write anything down.
Sixth months later it's February; the Christmas episode aired and Julie didn't write it, and Sera suddenly turns to her at lunch and says, "Hey. What about snow?"
"What about it?" Julie says.
Sera is frowning fiercely. "Something about snow. You said you were going to do a piece . . ." She shakes her head. "Snegurochka, was it?"
"That's Russain," says Julie. "It's not going to work."
"What? Why not?"
Julie just shrugs. "Spring's almost here."
Sera's still frowning. "You should have written it."
Julie thinks of Snegurochka, alive in the winter, melted in spring, a girl made of snow who never saw green. "Some things are better left untouched," Julie finally says.
"You mean Christmas," Sera says, not quite understanding. She watches Julie, who just shrugs again, and Sera turns contemplative. "You know, Julie," she says, "the usual policy is to violate the hell out of those things."
"I know," says Julie.
Sera watches as Julie finishes her salad. "You still wanna fuck Dean up some more?"
"Yeah," says Julie.
Sera brightens. "Let's get to work."
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Ugh. I didn't really mean it to be depressing.
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Gah. *single perfect tear*
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