zOMG JOHN'S A TREE!ext_341334January 16 2011, 22:08:10 UTC
So... In the second part of this fic, John is contemplating what it would be like to turn into a tree.
Based off of this, I now have a mental image of John turning into a tree because he's just sick of things, and Sherlock being all like "Oh noez! Thees ees worse than mai skull!" Because he cannot take the John!Tree around to crime scenes with him.
Yeah... >__>
Anywooz, I would adore it if John had a moment of weakness while the coppers (L/SD/A because I think they are adorable as friends of SH/JW) and Sherlock (and, by extension, John) are chasing a bad guy, and get's depressed, turning into a tree. (Maybe the bad guy/gal talks at him, bringing up his failures?)
Sherlock manages to get the tree to Baker Street (Mycroft), and talks to it. Constantly.
Bonus points if John becomes human, and he feels 'healed' because of TREE POWER!*
*Or, ya know, the fact that there are people who care for him- Sherlock. Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Sarah, Clara, Anthea, Mycroft, Moran, Molly, Anderson, Donovan.... They all come talk to him while he's a tree, and he realizes how much they care.
Bonus points if he becomes human again to kick Moriarty's arse when Moriarty tries to burn him down
More bonus points if he comes out nekkid
tl;dr John's depressed and really-truly-not-smoke-and-mirrors-y turns into a tree. Sherlock angsts because he misses his John. Can be made cracky, but perferred if serious elements exist. Please...?
Re: zOMG JOHN'S A TREE!sussexdownsJanuary 17 2011, 00:32:56 UTC
you know what? if you are weird, i must be batshit insane. because i read the first couple lines of this prompt and was like "oh, you mean like i am vertical?" instead of thinking "WHAT IS THIS CRACK???" so, um, yeah. seconded with the power of...sylvia plath?
yeah, i'm just not bothering to anon anymore. whatever, meme. i no longer even have inhibitions.
Re: zOMG JOHN'S A TREE!sussexdownsJanuary 17 2011, 02:22:47 UTC
lol, why was your school more awesomely full of crack than mine? and why does it all come back to trees??
i guess that's true. i'm totally cool with saying "hey plz write me some porn that centres around this crazy thing!" because i know about ten people will be all like "I LOVE THAT THING TOO!!" but when it comes to something kind of personal and sex doesn't really enter into it, i usually go into lurk mode. but i feel like this meme is just making me go WHATEVER WHATEVER! so that's okay!
Re: zOMG JOHN'S A TREE!ext_341334January 17 2011, 02:36:24 UTC
Because I'm in the Pacific Northwest baby! XD
Because TREES are LIFE and MOTHER EARTH and you should RESPECT THE TREE or MOTHER EARTH is going to F*** YOU UP MAN.
Because the stuff we learn is merely the water that feeds the tree of our knowledge, creating a new and glorious plant we can use to BS our way out of explaning metaphors.
Re: zOMG JOHN'S A TREE!ext_341334March 5 2011, 05:58:24 UTC
...No shit...
Seriously?
You're in Eugene too? Seriously??? O_____o
I like Doug firs, but we used to have a weeping willow in our front yard, so I'm found of those. ^_^ I also like redwoods (my grandparents lived in Northern California, so we visited them), ceder (they smell so~~~ good), maple trees.... I like um. ^_^
That's awesome. ^_^ I always wanted to be a mermaid. (o_o);
Hellz to the yes! Go tree-hugging hippy activities, y/y?)
Re: zOMG JOHN'S A TREE!kikainausagiMarch 5 2011, 06:41:38 UTC
Bay Area, so quite a ways south of Eureka. We used to go camping near there a lot, though. I remember there's a really good ice cream place near the fountain in the downtown area, and it always smelled of roasting coffee.
Filled - What is this I don't even...gloria_scottJanuary 17 2011, 00:45:39 UTC
So I know that the meme has eaten my brain when I read a prompt asking for John as a tree and I immediately think, "yeah, I can work with that."
OP - apologies but the only parts of the prompt that really made it in here are "John is a tree" and "Sherlock talks to tree!John". So really this isn't anything like your prompt at all. Sorry in advance but Ima post it anyway. Not even anon-ing because, whatever. I'm on crack. Here, have some.
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Sherlock is restless. He walks until his feet will no longer carry him, then sinks beneath a tree overlooking the Serpentine. He gazes at the night sky through softly swaying branches, recounting the facts of the case thus far, connecting disparate pieces, forging order out of chaos.
Brilliant, the leaves rustle.
Sherlock warms to the applause of his arboreal audience, and delivers the final resolution of the case - It was the gardener, of course! - with a flourish.
Amazing! That was amazing, the branches sway and sing.
“Meretricious,” he mutters, leaning back and smiling.
He closes his eyes and sleep enfolds him. The bark of the tree at his back shifts, softens, opens. He falls backwards into waiting hands, weathered and browned by the sun. A now familiar face appears, welcoming him with a crooked smile. Eyes the color of deep forest pools crinkle with laughter, and a voice like the wind behind a rain storm whispers to him of rest. Wispy tendrils take root, bury deep into Sherlock’s skin, encase his heart in a latticework of supple wood. Together, they are timeless and still while the world spins on around them.
Sherlock wakes with the sound of birdsong in his ears. He stretches and yawns, ignoring the odd looks of early morning passers-by, pressing his back against the sturdy, ancient beech.
Based off of this, I now have a mental image of John turning into a tree because he's just sick of things, and Sherlock being all like "Oh noez! Thees ees worse than mai skull!" Because he cannot take the John!Tree around to crime scenes with him.
Yeah... >__>
Anywooz, I would adore it if John had a moment of weakness while the coppers (L/SD/A because I think they are adorable as friends of SH/JW) and Sherlock (and, by extension, John) are chasing a bad guy, and get's depressed, turning into a tree. (Maybe the bad guy/gal talks at him, bringing up his failures?)
Sherlock manages to get the tree to Baker Street (Mycroft), and talks to it. Constantly.
Bonus points if John becomes human, and he feels 'healed' because of TREE POWER!*
*Or, ya know, the fact that there are people who care for him- Sherlock. Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Sarah, Clara, Anthea, Mycroft, Moran, Molly, Anderson, Donovan.... They all come talk to him while he's a tree, and he realizes how much they care.
Bonus points if he becomes human again to kick Moriarty's arse when Moriarty tries to burn him down
More bonus points if he comes out nekkid
tl;dr John's depressed and really-truly-not-smoke-and-mirrors-y turns into a tree. Sherlock angsts because he misses his John. Can be made cracky, but perferred if serious elements exist. Please...?
Yes, my mind is really that wierd
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yeah, i'm just not bothering to anon anymore. whatever, meme. i no longer even have inhibitions.
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Now I want Numair involved too
Admittedly, I do have *some* inhibitions still, but loving transformation fiction is not one of them. >__>
And no, my favorite Disney movies are not TLM, BatB and BB. At all. Ever.
Mycroft says: "Leathe sight"- apparently he approves! XD
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i just...whatever anymore. john is a tree. john likes rough sex. sherlock fucks his coat. IT'S ALL FINE! i can't even be bothered to have shame :p
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I still feal shame, just a little... Surprisingly(?) it's the worst when I'm asking for non-sex/relationshippy stories that it's worst...
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i guess that's true. i'm totally cool with saying "hey plz write me some porn that centres around this crazy thing!" because i know about ten people will be all like "I LOVE THAT THING TOO!!" but when it comes to something kind of personal and sex doesn't really enter into it, i usually go into lurk mode. but i feel like this meme is just making me go WHATEVER WHATEVER! so that's okay!
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Because TREES are LIFE and MOTHER EARTH and you should RESPECT THE TREE or MOTHER EARTH is going to F*** YOU UP MAN.
Because the stuff we learn is merely the water that feeds the tree of our knowledge, creating a new and glorious plant we can use to BS our way out of explaning metaphors.
Exactly! XD
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Also, I used to really really want to be a tree, so this prompt absolutely makes perfect sense.
Mycroft says "activities hiptia"; yes, we are rather well known for our tree-hugging hippy activities! :D
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Seriously?
You're in Eugene too? Seriously??? O_____o
I like Doug firs, but we used to have a weeping willow in our front yard, so I'm found of those. ^_^ I also like redwoods (my grandparents lived in Northern California, so we visited them), ceder (they smell so~~~ good), maple trees.... I like um. ^_^
That's awesome. ^_^ I always wanted to be a mermaid. (o_o);
Hellz to the yes! Go tree-hugging hippy activities, y/y?)
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I'm a northern California girl, myself. Redwoods, hell yeah!
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Where in northern California? My g-parents are from Eureka. ^_^
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I think I've been there. Maybe. Once upon a time. P+P
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I have a large yard and have filled it with trees, including a redwood.
PM me if you want to meet up!
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OP - apologies but the only parts of the prompt that really made it in here are "John is a tree" and "Sherlock talks to tree!John". So really this isn't anything like your prompt at all. Sorry in advance but Ima post it anyway. Not even anon-ing because, whatever. I'm on crack. Here, have some.
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Sherlock is restless. He walks until his feet will no longer carry him, then sinks beneath a tree overlooking the Serpentine. He gazes at the night sky through softly swaying branches, recounting the facts of the case thus far, connecting disparate pieces, forging order out of chaos.
Brilliant, the leaves rustle.
Sherlock warms to the applause of his arboreal audience, and delivers the final resolution of the case - It was the gardener, of course! - with a flourish.
Amazing! That was amazing, the branches sway and sing.
“Meretricious,” he mutters, leaning back and smiling.
He closes his eyes and sleep enfolds him. The bark of the tree at his back shifts, softens, opens. He falls backwards into waiting hands, weathered and browned by the sun. A now familiar face appears, welcoming him with a crooked smile. Eyes the color of deep forest pools crinkle with laughter, and a voice like the wind behind a rain storm whispers to him of rest. Wispy tendrils take root, bury deep into Sherlock’s skin, encase his heart in a latticework of supple wood. Together, they are timeless and still while the world spins on around them.
Sherlock wakes with the sound of birdsong in his ears. He stretches and yawns, ignoring the odd looks of early morning passers-by, pressing his back against the sturdy, ancient beech.
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(Does that mean that John's a dryad? Tree-man? Green-man? Guy who just randomly turned into a tree? Inquiring minds want to know!)
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