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Friday Free-For-All
TGIF, everyone! That means today we get to play in whatever sandboxes we want, posting whatever prompts we want with no themes!
Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
Just remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our code monkeys by following the correct format:
Inception, Eames/Arthur/Ariadne, domestic is overrated
Leverage/White Collar, Author's Choice, sometimes the best need an extra hand
And as always, please feel free to look over our lonely prompts and fill any that tickle your fancy!
theme="freeforall"
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Lucifer is kneeling on his back, a solid weight that Michael can't shake off, can't bring himself to even try.
His wings are being cleaned, feathers are being unbent, and Lucifer is so gentle that Michael wants to cry.
Hell shouldn't be gentle hands and soft words, the cage shouldn't be comfort offered even when Michael lashes out.
Lucifer shouldn't be sharing a love that he has long hidden, and one that Michael can't accept, not after everything, not here.
Michael turns his face to the ground and tastes dust, and if the dust is wet with tears he says nothing.
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