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 Jefferson Starship (1/4)
Date: 2019-01-25 03:09 am (UTC)After lying there for a good hour and a half, Sam sighed and rolled himself out of bed. He shuffled to the bathroom, rubbing his tired eyes and nearly tripping over his own feet. When the light flickered on in the small, outdated bathroom, Sam flinched and starred at his reflection.
It was no wonder why Dean had been studying him so closely lately. Sam looked as though he hadn’t slept in months and sadly, that wasn’t far from the truth. Before leaving the room, he splashed some water on his face, which did very little to cleanse his burning eyes or treat the dark circles underneath.
“You good?” Dean asked as Sam shuffled back to his bed. The older brother’s eyes followed him the entire way.
“Yeah, fine.” Sam lied, not expecting Dean to buy it, but hoping he would let it go.
“Sure you are,” Dean mumbled as he reached out for his phone on the night stand. He winced when the bright screen lit up, showing the time. “Jesus, Sam, its three-o’clock in the fucking morning.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said with an apologetic tone. “I just couldn’t sleep.”
Dean snorted, “you don’t say. Tell me more.”
The sarcasm was obvious, but Sam hoped that Dean was just masking his concern. That’s how it used to be anyway. However, Lucifer would have Sam believe that Dean’s concern was only out of obligation and his own fear of being lonely. It was times like this when Sam struggled to believe otherwise.
“Seriously,” Sam argued, “I’m fine. I’m just going to continue going over the files again to see if there’s anything we missed.”
“And what happens when we find the sonuvabitch?” Dean questions. “Are you even going to be able to put up a fight?”
Sam cringed at the question, feel extremely embarrassed by his brother’s lack of confidence. He knew he wasn’t in the best of shape lately, but it killed him to know his brother thought of him as a liability.
“Alright, I get it.” He gave in, stopping at the small table in the kitchenette. “I’m going to go clear my head then. Hopefully some fresh air will help.”
Dean nodded, satisfied with the compromise. He lied back down and threw his elbow over his eyes as Sam pulled his jacket on and stepped outside,
He Immediately sensed a presence near by and found himself pressing his finger into the palm of his hand. The feel of someone or something watching him was all too familiar lately. It was as if Sam was never really alone.
Still, his instincts hadn’t changed. His eyes scanned the parking lot, keeping his hand close to the pocket that hid his knife. Of course, if the threat was the typical hallucination, then his knife would do nothing, but it still made Sam feel somewhat in control.
“You really shouldn’t be here.”