#snow prompt

[self-insert-hell]

Imagine going to a snowy area with you f/o. Well, if you enjoy the snow of course. Imagine playing around in a snowball fight, sledding, skiing, snowboarding, etc. If you prefer calmer activities maybe you walk around and explore the nature around you or stay in a wooden cabin, watching the snowfall from indoors and sipping on a warm drink of your choice while snuggled up next your f/o.

[medic-simp]

𝒪𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝒸𝑒 -- Silco Fluff Short

Silco x Reader Pairing for the Year Of The OTP Event January Prompt “Snow”

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences || WC: 1015 Content Warnings: A little bit of flirting, a single ass slap 😳

Context: The River Pilt is frozen over and thus, much of topside is going out to skate. After a little bit of prying and using his beloved daughter as leverage, Celeste manages to convince Silco to take her and Jinx out skating. Will she get him on the ice?

@yearoftheotpevent​

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“Absolutely not!”

Silco was annoyed. Very annoyed. Blowing cigar smoke out of his nostrils he looked like a dragon ready to claw someone’s eyes out. Celeste wouldn’t be surprised if he committed to the idea.

“Oh come on,” she groaned, her head falling forward in exhaustion. “You know Jinx would love it…”

A small twitch in his lips.

Getting somewhere…

“She’ll love the view and it will be nothing but an incredible experience for her,” Celeste hummed, giving her lover a knowing look. Silco avoided her gaze, turning to look out the green-tinted window, not a single breath of noise leaving him as he watched snow fall beyond the stained glass. Celeste followed, slowly approaching and wrapping her arms around Silco’s small waist, resting her cheek against his back and listening to his heartbeat.

“Ice skating is not exactly my preferred environment,” Silco grumbled, obvious tension escaping his shoulders like a breath someone held for too long. “Why don’t you tote her over to the river?” he asked, taking a slow drag of his cigar and breathing the smoke out into a thoughtful, gray haze above him.

“It would mean more to Jinx if you took her yourself,” Celeste said calmly, drawing shapes into Silco’s vest, pressing enough for him to feel it but not too much to ruin the slight tickle in her touch. “You and I both know that.” She looked up at him, an automatic attempt to look for emotion on his usually static face, internally aware that she wouldn’t be able to see anything if he was looking forward.

Silco turned his head, glancing at Celeste from the corner of his eye, lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes shifted back to the window and his head followed as he took a conclusive inhale of his cigar before gently prying Celeste’s arms off him to stamp out the tobacco into the decorated ashtray on his desk. His fingers lingered in their pressured hold on the cigar, the pink and blue paint strokes on the ashtray catching his heartstrings and giving them a final tug.

Silco sighed in defeat, his lips curved into a disapproving scowl and could only Celeste smile, hiding the grin behind her hand whilst it only widened at the thought of Jinx and her long limbs - that she never seemed to know exactly what to do with - trying to find her bearings on the ice. She’d stumble and her legs would split away from each other, giving the appearance of a newborn animal trying to walk.

“Get your boots and put on a jacket,” Silco said, taking long strides to his coat rack, donning the heavy, gold-tipped article and patting down his sleeves and waist. Making sure he has his knives, Celeste thought, almost chuckling out loud at the comically characteristic action.

“I’ll get Jinx,” he hummed, settling the restless collar of his coat with nimble fingers, calm, heterochromatic eyes meeting Celeste’s in an endearing stare.

“Okay,” she whispered, holding Silco’s face and bringing him down for a kiss. The kingpin smiled against her lips, an arm snaking around her waist and pulling her close. Undetected by Celeste, Silco managed a hand to her lower back, reaching for her ass and slapping it. She yelped and jumped forward, giving Silco a discontented glare but unable to hide her growing smile.

“I expect a follow-up on that after this outing!” she declared, grinning cheekily as she slipped out of Silco’s hold to get her boots from their shared quarters.

“You’re going to put me on the spot prompting Jinx with this outing of yours,” Silco called from the other room, his restless tapping on the floor audible even at such a distance. Celeste smiled, rummaging through the walk-in closet for her boots and having difficulty finding them. Silco rarely had her outside during winter if he could help it, at least not long enough to warrant boots.

“You’ll be fine,” Celeste grunted, dragging a large box out of the closet to search through it, fumbling blindly for a recognizable boot texture. Her hands grasped until she struck a familiar suede fabric, dragging the boots out from the box and grinning triumphantly as spare articles of clothing were strewn about upon their surfacing. She kicked off her “house” shoes and grabbed the snow boots, tugging them on before haphazardly shoving clothes back into the box and the box back into the closet.

Celeste emerged from the bedroom to see Silco standing at the door, still impatiently tapping his foot. She grabbed her coat off the coat rack, shrugged it on, and stopped at the door in front of Silco. He looked down at her, fingers lingering on the gilded handle and the golden band on his finger matching the tint of the metal.

“If you think getting put on the spot is bad just you wait,” Celeste hummed, taking Silco’s other hand in both of hers, her eyebrow raised for comedic effect. “Because I’m about to put you on the ice.”

The drop in Silco’s face was incredibly obvious and he rolled his eyes, pushing through the door and leaving Celeste in his office, utterly unamused by her joke.

Celeste on the other hand couldn’t help but laugh. Her husband’s deep frown at the - in Celeste’s humble opinion - clever wordplay easily being the greatest sight of the day, soon to take second place to his ice skating abilities.

“Perhaps I should hire you for comedy shows in the bar,” Silco called from down the hall, the wry remark bringing about a grimace from Celeste and she hurried to lock the office door and catch up to the kingpin.

“I think that would run you out of a business.”

“I am inclined to agree.”

Silco’s heels clicked against the hardwood floor as he crossed the empty hallway and stopped in front of the stairs.

“Call for a carriage and I’ll gather Jinx,” he said, taking Celeste’s hand and kissing her knuckles tenderly.

“If you can muster it on the ride to the river, refrain from more of your terrible jokes.”

[julesgems]

Snow, snow all around

Snow in my hair, snow on the ground

Snow in my heart, snow under my feet

Snow in your words, snow on the street

Snow when we meet

Snow when we eat

Snow when we wake

Snow when we sleep

Snow in your eyes

Snow in your lies

Snow when you sit

Snow when you rise

Snow in your hands

Snow in your demands

Snow in your voice

Snow in your plans

Snow in my bones

Snow in my head

Snow at the dinner table

Snow in our bed

Snow as you pack

Snow in your feet

Snow out the door

Snow on the street

There is no goodbye

It’s snow all around

Snow in the air

Snow on the ground

You go

and

snow

snow

320am Monday December 14, 2020

[pandabearpark]

Best way to. win over your girlfriend's heart? Build a snow model of her alter ego.

[ladypyb]

Inktober 2019

10-11-19 -- "Snow"

Yea it's not the best doodle of the week. I had to catch up on the lessons I missed while entering a few competitions since by Monday and Tuesday next week exams are coming... Whyy why must they do this?

/(ò.ó)┛彡┻━┻

[coolunknownpeace]

Snow Prank?

I was trying to write, but didn't have the inspiration. So I went scourging the internet for Snow Prank Prompts and found nothing. I am lost. My original idea was making a character climb through their best friends window (with help from accomplices), throwing a bunch of snow on them, and jumping out of the same window. Running with the accomplices to school, listening to their friend screeching awake.

[fairyhaven13]

Inktober day eleven! This one was a bigger one, and I almost wasn’t able to post it tonight. Today was Snow, so I drew my Harry Potter OC at the very beginning of her story. Snape is having to do the Go Out and Rescue the Stupid Child thing he always does, because that seems to be his lot in life. I’ll put more about the story under the cut.

A few years after the books end, Harry and his friends get it in their heads that Dumbedore’s plan was stupid and ultimately should have been better, and they develop a magical plan to send a letter back in time to fix things. The letter was intended for Snape, but it missed the first time and instead went to where Snape would have been, but parallel: our world, in the hands of Francine Serendipity. Francine has read the books and a magic letter appearing in her hands appropriately freaked her out, but it was much worse when the letter realized it’s mistake and went back to its own world, with Francine in tow.

Because our world was ahead of theirs, Francine de-aged to ten and was dropped into the snow in the middle of the night in her baggy clothes. Because the letter was meant for Snape, the magic reached out to him, latched onto Francine, and connected their minds. Snape heard a kid screaming and freaking out in his head, went to investigate, and found Francine freezing to death in the snow. So, he drags her back inside and they try to figure things out.

He initially thinks she’s a crazy idiot and takes her to Dumbledore, but doesn’t think the letter is worth telling Dumbledore about because he thinks it’s a lie. Francine makes him go check out where Harry is as proof and tells him things about Dumbedore’s plan that she absolutely should not know, and what follows is a long ride of them trying to fix the timeline without the headmaster finding out and making them follow his dumb plan instead. Seriously, I know Dumbledore had the best of intentions, but he’s almost as bad as the Master of Masters from Kingdom Hearts in method. 

It’s nearing midnight right now, though, so while I would love to expound more on the hilarious missteps and the fact that Francine and Snape are so, so very different, and she keeps getting 80s music stuck in his head and he’s such a grumpy old codger, I will need to talk more about it later. I need to go to bed.

[thetoffeefox]

Fun In The Snow Happy Belated Birthday NakuraVanner!!!

Aslaug belongs to me and is soley to be used by me, no one has permission to use her unless granted by me and only me. Nakura belong to @nakuravanner any and all questions about Nakura must go through to them. This fic is only a little something I wrote for them as a part of a very belated birthday wish!! Happy Birthday bestie!!!

Panic, that is what Nakura felt when he woke up and realized Aslaug was nowhere to be found in the cave. Did she try to brave the storm?! It had only been five months since he had told her that she could travel around with him in hopes of finding her memories. True, it might be best to eventually take her back to her village, but the pit in his stomach of knowing that the whole place was a ball of fire when he had found her unconscious in a building that was about to be touched by the flames and rescued her had kept him from doing such a thing. It would be too big of a shock on her. It was a bit strange, he never considered himself a cruel person by any means but he wasn’t exactly like the giving tree; so when he started to find himself being particularly protective of the young vixen it took him aback. The first time he found himself highly worried over her was when they were on a mountain face and he had turned his back to her for a second, only to turn back around and find her in the sticky situation of being stuck between a rift in the mountains and another end with a pretty flower that she was presumably trying to get. To pull her to safety he had to give her a good yank on her tail. He had scolded her right away to the point that she actually started crying. He made her cry, and that only even made him feel worse. He ended up making it up to her by finding her a whole slew of beautiful field flowers and bringing them to her. Here he is, worried that she had actually tried to brave a snowstorm due to a small spat over her wanting to eat anything that crawled in front of her. Eating bugs were bad enough, but to try and eat something without even asking herself if it would make her sick or poison her was a worse habit. What she thought was a harmless beetle was actually a very toxic little bug. It may of not of killed her, but it would have made her sick. So him being him, he took it from her and unlike the last time scolded her a bit gentler, but in the end, it had lead to an argument of her eating bugs in general. Eventually, it came to him telling her that maybe she should just go off on her own and find her memories by herself. To which she had huffed and went to the other end of the cave telling him she might just do that. Now it’s morning and she is nowhere in sight. Quickly he heads out of the cave to be greeted by a winter wonderland. The snow almost coming up to his chest, which meant it surely could have easily buried her. A light whine came from him as he felt his ears go back. Right before he could take off like a bat of hell, he felt a something come down on him pushing him into the snow.

“Snow sneak attack!!” Her voice rung in his ears.

He popped out of the snow shaking his head to dislodge what had gotten in his hair. He was about to yell out her until he saw her laughing and rolling around in the snow even tunneling in it. She popped her head out, looking at him wagging her tail. It’s like she had completely forgotten about the little fight they had. She yipped and chattered at him, trying to get him to play with her. He sighs hard then smirks, bouncing and chasing her after her. Roughhousing with her in the cold wet powder that provides as cover and extra arsenal for the both of them. If she could shrug it off then he guessed he could too after all how could he be angry at someone who had a face full of joy and happiness? How could he be angry at someone who was simply trying to incite some fun in the snow?