FIC: Icon Drabble Meme
(I said tonight, but I'm posting all of this early. Might need to do some retroactive editing later because I'm literally running out the door to work now.)
From teithiwr:
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.*
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and write a drabble about (or inspired by) each of the icons.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.
*(You can totally also comment without taking part in the meme. Just say "Hit me!" Or "Meme me!" or something if you want me to pick icons for you.)
A/N: Some of these 'drabbles' got away on me for length, so rather than post them all in the one post, several will be posted separately and linked here.
Supernatural Icon-fic! All Gen, all PG unless noted.
1.
Happy Feet
Summary: Sam dances. Dean copes.
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2.
Adaptation
Summary: Everyone has their ways of adapting to unusual circumstances.
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3.
(A/N: This got disturbing and confusing. Kind of an attempt at the Scarecrow tree's backstory from its POV. It's a true drabble at 100 words even.)
Deep, deep down my roots go. Into the dark, past things that move, so fast, so fast through the ground.
People brought me to this new land, an earth of different taste and tales. They feed me, bring me richwarm water that flows from screamings at my base, spilling out, seeping down. Down to my roots, up to my wound where they carve the shapes again and again, my sap spilling. A name taking shape, a name to bring a tale from the old earth to the new. A name to bring a need, a protection, a harvest.
Named, it comes.
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4.
(Now back to the silly.)
It's All In The Delivery
Summary: A conversation between Azazel and... I dunno, some kind of demonic image consultant. *handwaves*
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5.
Sacrosanct
(Contains some R-rated language)
Summary: There are some things you just don't screw around with.
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6.
(A/N: Another true drabble at 100 words)
Ellen hated the wannabes. They entered the bar with dramatic outerwear, a swagger and a handful of elf-crystals they'd bought at a comic store. They'd heard something from someone and figured heroic attitudes and snappy accessories made them hunters. Attitude alone wouldn't enable any person to handle some creature bent on eating their face.
The door swung open and Ellen raised an eyebrow. This particular guy had a trenchcoat and a wide-brimmed hat that matched his shirt and pants, all in a shade of bluish-purple she'd last seen on her great-aunt Sophie's living room drapes.
Oh god, Ellen thought. Not another poser.*
*(Please note: I still haven't read past issue 4 of Origins, so please don't tell me who the "Hunter" turns out to be.)
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And that's the end of the meme! Feel free to comment, and if you want me to pick 6 of your icons for you to write drabbles (or whatever) for, remember to say "Meme Me!" ;-)
From teithiwr:
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick six of your icons.*
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and write a drabble about (or inspired by) each of the icons.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.
*(You can totally also comment without taking part in the meme. Just say "Hit me!" Or "Meme me!" or something if you want me to pick icons for you.)
A/N: Some of these 'drabbles' got away on me for length, so rather than post them all in the one post, several will be posted separately and linked here.
Supernatural Icon-fic! All Gen, all PG unless noted.
1.
Happy Feet
Summary: Sam dances. Dean copes.
- -
2.
Adaptation
Summary: Everyone has their ways of adapting to unusual circumstances.
- -
3.
(A/N: This got disturbing and confusing. Kind of an attempt at the Scarecrow tree's backstory from its POV. It's a true drabble at 100 words even.)
Deep, deep down my roots go. Into the dark, past things that move, so fast, so fast through the ground.
People brought me to this new land, an earth of different taste and tales. They feed me, bring me richwarm water that flows from screamings at my base, spilling out, seeping down. Down to my roots, up to my wound where they carve the shapes again and again, my sap spilling. A name taking shape, a name to bring a tale from the old earth to the new. A name to bring a need, a protection, a harvest.
Named, it comes.
- -
4.
(Now back to the silly.)
It's All In The Delivery
Summary: A conversation between Azazel and... I dunno, some kind of demonic image consultant. *handwaves*
- -
5.
Sacrosanct
(Contains some R-rated language)
Summary: There are some things you just don't screw around with.
- -
6.
(A/N: Another true drabble at 100 words)
Ellen hated the wannabes. They entered the bar with dramatic outerwear, a swagger and a handful of elf-crystals they'd bought at a comic store. They'd heard something from someone and figured heroic attitudes and snappy accessories made them hunters. Attitude alone wouldn't enable any person to handle some creature bent on eating their face.
The door swung open and Ellen raised an eyebrow. This particular guy had a trenchcoat and a wide-brimmed hat that matched his shirt and pants, all in a shade of bluish-purple she'd last seen on her great-aunt Sophie's living room drapes.
Oh god, Ellen thought. Not another poser.*
*(Please note: I still haven't read past issue 4 of Origins, so please don't tell me who the "Hunter" turns out to be.)
- -
And that's the end of the meme! Feel free to comment, and if you want me to pick 6 of your icons for you to write drabbles (or whatever) for, remember to say "Meme Me!" ;-)