Sunday: QUARTERLY CONTEST SPECIAL FREE FOR ALL

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Happy Sunday guys. The weekend is almost closing... but we've got the quarterly contest to look forward to next week! Stay tuned for details, and in the meantime, have a special Free For All. That's right, you can actually leave prompts today! All fandoms, characters, and prompts will be accepted today.



Please do remember the rules though:

- No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.

- No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after the original publication/air date. If you have spoilers in your response, warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

- Please be kind, and format your prompts properly. For example:

Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, our own kind of happiness

Losers/Supernatural, Jensen/Ash, the unhackable hack (eat it, dust cloud)

If there's nothing catching your eye, you can check out our lonely prompts - just remember that the contest should be starting tomorrow morning.

Happy writing!

Comments

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bobby/Rufus, watching the sunrise.

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

“Would you look at that,” Rufus swiped his forehead clean as he glanced up at the sky. He looked at his hand and grimaced at the dirt and the smears of gore that came off from the action.

“Look at what?” Bobby growled out as he kept digging the grave. He poked at Rufus’s butt with his shovel, “I ain’t doing all the hard work myself, old man. I’m here doing you a favor if I recall.”

“I killed the thing,” Rufus rolled his eyes as he swatted back at Bobby but still stayed starring at the sunrise. He turned around and snatched the shovel out of Bobby’s hands. “Just stop for a minute and look at this.”

“At what!” Bobby grunted as he looked up at the sky next to Rufus and tilted his head. “Huh, haven’t stopped to look at one of these in a long time.”

“No shit?” Rufus turned to give Bobby wide eyes. “Me either.”

Bobby cracked a grin, “Ah, you shouldn’t have, Ruffie. A grave, dead incubus, and a sunrise. My kind of date.”

“Oh you’re some fingers short of a high five, Singer.” Rufus snorted as he tapped the edge of Bobby’s hat. “Back to digging man. Don’t need five-oh on my trail later on.”

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Awww, thanks! I loved it.