And here we are, another week survived and another Friday Free For All so we are going to go nuts and prompt whatever the hell we want... the only limit is your imagination! Just remember to follow the rules
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As methods of torture go, this one has probably only not been banned because when Geneva convened it hadn't been invented yet.
He smirks to himself as he presses play on the remote and leaves the room as Hardison howls in complaint while a perky purple dinosaur frolicks across the screen, a chirpy, happy song playing along in the background.
"What's going on?" Nate asks as Eliot locks the door and Eliot raises his eyebrows. "Right. The spice-rack disaster."
She was born to the kill. Literally, a desperate and ecstatic emergence onto a field sown with blood, a dream of violence born into battle. Kali, the Destroyer, and with her first breath she had destroyed, had devoured the blood of her enemy. With her first breath, she had plunged to the kill, embracing it fist over fist, and only furious delight in her heart
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He smirks to himself as he presses play on the remote and leaves the room as Hardison howls in complaint while a perky purple dinosaur frolicks across the screen, a chirpy, happy song playing along in the background.
"What's going on?" Nate asks as Eliot locks the door and Eliot raises his eyebrows. "Right. The spice-rack disaster."
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i love your icon!
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I can never get enough Gabriel/Kali fic, and this is just so PERFECT for them! ^____^
*loves, applauds*
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