I wear my angst pants at night

[kellifer]

I think I need a brain!break. My muse is writing black poetry on black paper with a black pen (with pink feathers because she's still my lovely, legwarmer-wearing bubblehead) but I think my angst bone broke and I need to fix it before Summergen because I think my requestor wants a serious story (which may not happen anyway because I've had ideas...).

So, I'm taking ficlets by request to clear the pipes (dirty!!). No guarentees per usual because I'm crap but give me a:

- Prompt of a crack!fic or
- Prompt of something I wouldn't normally write or
- Prompt of a missing scene from something I've already written or
- Prompt of another POV of something I've already written or
- A combination of all of the above

Comments

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"There's inertial dampners."

"Shut up."

"All's I'm saying is there's intertial dampners."

"I swear to god, Dean."

"But there's inertial dampners."

"You want to hit a point this century?"

"I just don't get the motion sickness thing."

Dean has a hand on the top knob of Sam's spine and is rubbing absently back and forth, like he's trying to be comforting even if he's also being a dick. Sam, for his part, has his head buried in a see-through bag and he's not sure who came up with the idea that see-through was a good idea.

He doesn't want to see it once it's left his body and being a sympathetic chucker, it's liable it will initiate a repeat performance.

"I know more about what can happen to us than you do."

"Okay, now do you have a point?"

"As soon as we boarded I could see exactly what it would look like for your eyes to be sucked from your skull through the back of your head when we get hit by a micro comet that breaches the very delicate pressure in the cabin."

"Such a geek, Sammy."

[lomer.livejournal.com]

Hee! That's awesome!

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Sam = Bones and Dean = Kirk! TRUTH!!!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

You know it babee... I'm just waiting for someone to write it... hahahaa!