Give me the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

[thelongcon]

The Truth Meme



Whether by spell, curse or chemical, your character is now compelled to speak honestly about everything. There's a little wiggle room: all that matters is that all they say are true.



1) Post with your character, (you know the drill) they're now stuck speaking the truth.

2) Others tag in.

Comments

Crowley | Supernatural

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

[nochickflicks]

So do you ever stop talking? Like ever.

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

Only when I'm listening, Nancy Drew.

[Sadly, that's so very, very true.]

You ever think before you speak? Or was that honestly the best you could come up with?

[nochickflicks]

And how often is that, exactly? I'm not sure I've ever witnessed it.

[ She scoffs, rolling her eyes. ]

I've got better things to spend my brainpower on than you, Crowley.

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

About once a month, and you've never seen it because, frankly, I try to ignore most of what comes out of your mouth.

But, why not? I'll give it a go.

Just what, pray tell, do you spend all that Winchester brainpower on, exactly?

[nochickflicks]

[ She smirks, just shaking her head. ]

Mostly cleaning up after your goddamn messes.

So many spoilers and so much sass.

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

Right, because it was my sanctimonious, angelic boyfriend who broke our deal and shoved Dick in both our faces?

[He's just going to stare because, really, honey?]

Or was I the one who left half of your jolly-green-brother in the pit?

Oh darn: no, again.

And how about your pals in the clouds? Show up with a feather duster every now and again, do they?

I bet that really helps out in a pinch, doesn't it?

the most sass

[nochickflicks]

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous.

[ She saunters over to him, and damn it burns that she has to look up to meet his eyes, but she doesn't let her irritation at the fact show. ]

Missing the days when you were the star of the show instead of a washed-up sideshow act, Crowley?

Oh wait - that's all you ever were.

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

[Crowley, on the other hand, is infinitely amused that she has to look up. It shows.]

Sticks and stones, sweetheart.

[Crowley is just going to adjust that very fine tie he has on. How's that plaid and beaten up hipster look working for you? Oh wait, he can see.]

Honestly, I'd cry myself to sleep at night if I weren't so busy being the King of Hell. [But that's not exactly true and this spell is deeply annoying.] Also, as I understand it, I'd probably have to be sad about something. [The most casual shrug.] Oh well.

[nochickflicks]

Hey, if you want help being sad about something, just say the word. How bout it? Really, I'm happy to help.

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

If there's one thing you Winchesters do know about, it's sadness.

[He doesn't even have to phrase these creatively. This is just true.]

It's impressive, really. The way you and Moose spiral out of control at every--little--snag. It's practically a study in inflicting misery.

I'd make it part of the training, downstairs, if I could figure out how to omit the terrible music and ritualistic heart-to-hearts from the whole procedure.

[nochickflicks]

Aw, but those are the best part.

[ She's giving him a sarcastic little smile, as if this is all a big joke, and doing her best to forget the fact that she's under a truth spell right now and true sarcasm isn't really possible. ]

C'mon, Crowley, don't tell me you don't enjoy a little Metallica now and then.

[ Because lying might not be an option right now, but deflection definitely is. ]

[pavedwithgoodintentions]

Now you're just stereotyping.

Frankly, I'm disappointed.


[Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.]


Besides, the only music allowed in the pit is Randy Newman.

[That is...utterly true. Crowley shrugs smugly.]

I'm fairly proud of that one. One of my better executive orders, I think.

[nochickflicks]

[ Dean just stares at him, appalled. ]

Dude...that's sick.