#mr. snow

[pennywisetherizzfulclown]

Mark Gatiss as Mr. Snow in Being Human UK (2012)

[gretchensinister]

Daily Fic Highlight: Mr. Snow

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"Mr. Snow" is a Jack and Pitch-centric gen ficlet that I wrote as a fill for one of the prompts in Round 1 of the Rise of the Guardians Dreamwidth Kinkmeme. The prompt that started this one was very vague to me, so I had Jack get kidnapped by a sinister research organization. Pitch helps him escape in his own unique way. 937 words, G, Gen.

If you want actual full-length fic about guardians in sinister research facilities, you'll have to look to @marypsue instead.

I said this is Pitch and Jack-centric, and of the movie characters, it is, but the point of view is actually that of a human who doesn't really know what she's dealing with.

Sample:

“The subject has been tentatively identified as Jackson Overland, an individual who died in the settlement where Burgess, Pennsylvania would later be founded,” the woman in the lab coat says, looking into the brightly lit room where the youth lies sedated on a hospital bed. He’s not breathing, but despite how much sedative she knows they ended up giving him, she’s not concerned. They had known he hadn’t needed to breathe before they went out to bring him in.

[mrmengijinkaproject]

Mr. Men humanization project: part 7/105

Mr. Snow

[advanceddoodling]

I’m too much 

[gabrielokun]

[kfawkes]

[YAY! New update of A Song of Pride and Prejudice! :D Thanks to @bloomsbury for being incredible and prompting me/lettin me write stuff to her lovely art. <3 Anyway, hope you enjoy!]

When they made their way towards their sleeping chambers later that night, Daenerys didn’t know what to feel. Should she feel affronted that Mr. Snow was so positive of her character? Should she not have been surprised given what she learned about his own? Or should she be dismal because this Jon Snow may in fact be correct about her… In those moments she wasn’t sure which of her emotions she felt the most of, but annoyance was definitely high among them.

Daenerys was annoyed by his constant attention to their differences: be it in education or in class, he felt himself above her that much was clear. She was annoyed because she was tired of his vanity, his strange looks and his finely selected words… But what annoyed her most was that she didn’t know how to feel about him, even given his disagreeable disposition. Daenerys really couldn’t tell if she detested or admired him and not knowing the difference drove her mad.

Most times when she thought about it, she was pretty sure she did not like the man but even in her abhor she found herself thinking of him a little more than one should...

“Dany…” Sansa cooed quietly beside her with light eyes and a small smile pulling Daenerys from her thoughts. They hadn’t breathed a word since they began their walk, and Sansa knew better than any when something was on her friends mind. With each delicate footstep she thought on how best to address the turn of events, but figured bluntness would suit them just fine. “What in the Seven was that?”

“Hm?” The small noise that escaped Daenerys’ lips was high in pitch and cracked midway. She had nearly forgotten where she was, and wondered how long she’d been focusing on other… things. By the look Sansa returned she figured it was longer than deemed normal and didn’t offer another reply.

“You are joking, are you not?” Sansa stopped in place sending a warm hand to Dany’s elbow, forcing her to join in the halt as she narrow her eyes jovially with the finest crook of her head. “You and Mr. Snow. That was rather… odd.”

“I have no idea about that which you are referring.” Daenerys hoped for confident and convincing but by Sansa’s face she knew she was neither.

Sansa laughed softly as she shook her head and crossed her arms very assuredly with a raised brow and confident eyes. “I cannot believe it…” She cooed insinuating, her words heavy and deliberate but also light and playful somehow. “You like him.”

Daenerys lowered her brow as she pulled her top lip between her teeth lightly, drawing in a deep breath composing herself in full before speaking. “I feel a great many things towards Mr. Snow, but I assure you that affection is not one of them.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

[harriet-spy]

I mean, come on.

[harriet-spy]

The funniest thing about this scene is seeing it play out so endlessly that Mr. Snow has clearly imposed a height limit on recruits so that he can always be the tallest man in the room.  That is two millennia of petty, right there.