OhSam November meme 2018!
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ohsamIt’s that time again … our annual November 2nd OhSam meme!
BOOST THE SIGNAL
Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.
-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.
-Post as many prompts as you'd like! The more, the merrier.
-Same goes for fills. You're welcome to fill as many prompts as you want to, and multiple people can absolutely fill the same prompt. We love to see different takes on the same concept.
-Like we said, h/c and Sam-centric.
-No real-person fic (RPF), please.
-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!
-Use the code below if your fic/art contains potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.):
-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:
-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)
-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.
-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!
-Contact a mod if you have a question.
-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!
-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.
-Play nice and have fun!
The mods will update the post with a masterlist of prompts/fills periodically throughout the meme. If you notice a prompt or a fill missing from the masterlist, please poke![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.
BOOST THE SIGNAL
Step 1: Leave a comment with a prompt. As always, since we are a Sam-focused hurt/comfort community, Sam should be the primary recipient of any of the hurt and/or comfort. Prompts can involve Sam being sick, hurt, angst-filled, grief-bearded, or any other scenario that will put him into a hurt/comfort-y type of position. (Other characters can be hurt if you wish, but Sam is a requirement.)
Step 2: Make all the things! Prompts can be filled as soon as you have a fic or art to fill them!
The rules:
-Post one prompt per comment, please. This makes it easier to track, and easier to tell which fills go with which prompts. If you have several prompts, post them in separate comments.
-Prompts can be as short or as detailed as you like, but shorter prompts give people more wiggle room to create.
-Post as many prompts as you'd like! The more, the merrier.
-Same goes for fills. You're welcome to fill as many prompts as you want to, and multiple people can absolutely fill the same prompt. We love to see different takes on the same concept.
-Like we said, h/c and Sam-centric.
-No real-person fic (RPF), please.
-Anon posting will be enabled. If you came here from tumblr and don’t have an LJ, just leave an anon comment linking back to your tumblr or AO3 post for any fic/art fills to prompts!
-Use the code below if your fic/art contains potential triggers (non/dub-con, abuse, self-harm, etc.):
-NO SPOILERS FOR UNAIRED EPISODES. Please be courteous and post spoiler warnings for recently aired episodes. Use the following code for spoilers:
-Post fic fills as replies to the initial comment with the subject line “FILLED: [Title] (1/1)” for the number of parts your fic will have (If it doesn’t fit in a single comment, then change to (1/2), (2/2) or however many parts you’ll have. If the fic runs away from you and becomes too long to easily fit in comments, you can also link directly its original source post on LJ, AO3, etc.)
-Post art fills with a link to the original source, preferably with a thumbnail image. Please note whether the art is SFW or NSFW.
-Feedback is love. If you liked it, leave a comment!
-Contact a mod if you have a question.
-Pimp this meme! Spread the word to your friends! As with prompts and fills, the more, the merrier!
-No spamming. No flaming. No character bashing.
-Play nice and have fun!
The mods will update the post with a masterlist of prompts/fills periodically throughout the meme. If you notice a prompt or a fill missing from the masterlist, please poke
quickreaver or cowboyguy and we'll get that updated as soon as we can.
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FILLED [where are you?] (1/5)
Date: 2018-11-02 09:37 pm (UTC)Still don't know how to do this...
Awareness came to him slowly, the feeling of grogginess clinging onto him despite his bodies protests. Sam groaned, trying to lift his heavy limbs to scratch at an itch on his nose. He was unsuccessful...stupid arm. He decided to take it one step at a time and try to peel open his eyes instead. Taking a shaky breath he focused all his energy on being able to see again, eyelids fluttering. It took a couple of minutes but he eventually got them open, panting in relief, but nearly squeezed them shut again as sudden light pierced through his defences. Even though the room he was in was dimly lit the light still hurt.
"Deee?" He rasped, his voice scratchy as he convulsively swallowed against his sudden nausea. "Deeeean?" Sam called again, voice slightly stronger; worried. No answer. He swore under his breath, looking around the room as he tried to gather the strength to get up. This was NOT good. Not good at all...
The room was fairly bare. A few wooden crates lay scattered around; haphazard and slightly decayed, industrial looking beams hung from the ceiling; paint peeling from where it had not so generously smothered, and posters littered the walls; diagrams too small to make out and seemingly stained by what looked like coffee, but was probably just time. That was it though. Nothing else appeared to be filling the room up. Sam looked closer, trying to make out any smaller details that may be important, causing his vision to swim with the concentration. He didn't feel too good. He needed to get out of here now. After a thorough investigation (or as thorough as he could whilst still lying on the floor) he had not only realised he had no idea where he was (surprise?) but he had also worked out that if he could make his way across the dank floorboards, that were covered in a weird plant he assumed was moss, and get to the key he could just make out on the other side of the floor, then he could probably get out of the door trapping him in here; one bolt at a time. After that, who knew? Plan C?
Sam glared at the key. He didn't know if he was trying to get it to come to him, or his body to come to it, but either way he wasn't even trying to move. Which didn't help. Sighing, he realised he really should get up; but he didn't feel good, and he reasoned that lying down never hurt nobody. Then the image of his brother all alone and in trouble, possibly even dying, sprung to mind, and he couldn't believe he had been so selfish: Dean needed him. So with a strangled gasp he forced himself upright, sweat beading on his forehead.
When he got himself to the point where he could stand up without falling flat on his face, he lifted the remains of his shirt and pressed a hand to the main source of his pain, trying to assess some of the damage before moving to pick up the key. "Gaaaargh. Aargh!" It hurt so fucking bad. "Dean." The broken plea slipped past his lips, refusing to be held in. His brother always made everything better, and right now that was exactly what he needed: a long gash trailed from the start of his ribs to his belly button, some of it not even covered by his hand, and it looked deep. He could make out the tip of bone poking through torn muscle, the site of the wound puffy and red around the edges, oozing slick blood everywhere. He didn't know how he'd missed it, but now he was aware of it, it seemed to hurt even more. It wasn't very wide but he knew it was serious, and the fact that it wasn't bleeding all that much was a worry, but he couldn't dawdle any longer. He had to find Dean.
Getting the key and then using it to open the door was a hindrance in his current state, but it was done soon enough. Sam stumbled out into what looked like a large hallway (again; completely desolate) and gripped the wall as he went, blood smearing against it, but he was so tired he couldn't find it in him to care.
RE: FILLED [where are you?] (1/5)
Date: 2018-11-04 12:25 am (UTC)RE: FILLED [where are you?] (1/5)
Date: 2018-11-04 04:29 pm (UTC)RE: FILLED [where are you?] (1/5)
Date: 2018-11-05 09:57 am (UTC)