Prompt-and-Fill session #1 -- Truth & Lies
Welcome to prompt-and-fill session #1! Here, we are beginning a brand-new feature designed to emulate one of the great creative devices in fandom: the commentfic meme.
The Skinny.Each month, we will throw down a theme designed to span both SPN & RPF genres. We will then ask you, the participant, to prompt your fellow writers & artists with ideas ( Read more... )
The Skinny.Each month, we will throw down a theme designed to span both SPN & RPF genres. We will then ask you, the participant, to prompt your fellow writers & artists with ideas ( Read more... )
Dean: Trouble with the amulet.
Castiel: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Dean: One on't prong gone owt askew on leather.
Castiel: Pardon?
Dean: One on't prongs gone owt askew on leather.
Castiel: I don't understand what you're saying.
Dean: [slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent] One of the prongs has gone out askew on the leather.
Castiel: Well, what on earth does that mean?
Dean: *I* don't know - this week’s script just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble with the amulet, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Sammish Inquisition.
[JARRING CHORD]
[The door flies open and Sam enters, flanked by Colin Ford and a cardboard cutout of Dean Forester.]
Sam: NOBODY expects the Sammish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is the bitchface... the bitchface and puppy eyes...puppy eyes and the bitchface.... Our two weapons are puppy eyes and the bitchface...and our distractingly broad shoulders.... Our *three* weapons are the bitchface, puppy eyes, and distractingly broad shoulders...and an almost fanatical devotion to porn.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as the bitchface, puppy eyes.... I'll come in again.
[The Inquisition exits]
Dean: I didn't expect a kind of Sammish Inquisition.
[JARRING CHORD]
[The two burst in carrying the cutout]
Sam: NOBODY expects the Sammish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: the bitchface, puppy eyes, broad shoulders, an almost fanatical devotion to porn, and nice soft hoodies - Oh damn! [To Colin Ford] I can't say it - you'll have to say it.
Colin: What?
Sam: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...'
Colin: [rather horrified]: I couldn't do that...
[Sam bundles the group outside again]
Dean: I didn't expect a kind of Sammish Inquisition.
[JARRING CHORD]
[The three enter]
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