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02 August 2014 @ 10:35 pm
Promptathon 2014  
The Good Ship C/N Promptathon
of Magic and Joy: Round 3


Break out the confetti canons!!

RULES ON POSTING SUBMISSIONS
(please read before you post! <3)


The Rules. Just follow these three easy steps!

1. Leave a Prompt.
Prompts can be anything--simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases. Anything that, to you, inspires a C/N fanwork. Use your imagination. Go WILD. All we ask is that you place anything NSFW under a cut or link, use trigger warnings when appropriate, and place anything spoiler-y under a cut with a warning. As this is a Clint/Natasha promptathon, your prompts and fanworks can include other characters, but the central focus must be on Clint and/or Natasha. If you’re posting large images, please be mindful of members with slower Internet connections and place the image under a cut or link.

And leave as many prompts as you want. I’m serious. Keep coming back, y’all. We want all the prompts we can possibly get Also, be sure to leave each prompt as a separate comment.

2. Wait a week.
Keep leaving prompts and plan your fanworks! This is a time for celebration and creating all of the things. Work hard, shippers.

3. Submit C/N fanwork like there is no tomorrow.
All submissions should either be posted here or linked to this post via a comment. We will make an official post about rules in the time leading up to submissions. Please read it before posting, as responsible partying is to be encouraged at all times.

Timeline

Prompting starts today, August 2nd and will remain open until August 9th. Submissions will start on August 16th, and will remain open until August 31st.  It is, in fact, A WHOLE MONTH OF PROMPTATHON.

If you can’t complete your fanwork by August 31st, that’s okay. You’re still welcome to post your fanwork to the community! However, the promptathon masterlist will only include fanworks from August 16-31.

What we hope to accomplish with all this promptathon-iness:


  • A chance to get in the game. Been wanting to jump into the C/N fanwork scene but not sure where to start? Now’s the time. There’s no length requirement on the works submitted, you can focus on drabbles and vidlets and short and sweet projects (or do longer more epic stuff if that strikes your fancy as well).  It’s really entirely up to you. We’re just hoping to provide a fun, no-pressure environment. If all you want to do is post prompts and share in the squee, that’s fine too!




  • Meet new and awesome people. Newbie or lurker? Here is the perfect opportunity to say hello!



  • Ship like you’ve never shipped before.


If you have any questions, feel free to contact the mod team.

Have fun, everyone. Now fly, my pretties, fly!

SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW CLOSED.

Thanks to everyone who participated!
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[identity profile] anuna-81.livejournal.com on August 2nd, 2014 08:44 pm (UTC)
Wild West AU.
[identity profile] sweetwatersong.livejournal.com on August 17th, 2014 01:11 am (UTC)
fic: mustang heart, pg, warnings: canon-typical injuries
mustang heart
rating: pg
characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
warnings: canon-typical injuries

summary: Deals, horses, hearts and arms: some things aren't meant to be broken.

author's note: For [livejournal.com profile] anuna_81's prompt of 'Wild West AU' and [livejournal.com profile] hufflepuffsneak's 'AU! Natasha rides horses. Clint steals horses (among other things).' Liberties taken with the California Gold Rush and most everything else.


There is dust in his mouth, dust in his eyes, and over the sound of hooves and his brother's cursing, Clint tries to push himself to his feet on the pounded ground.

Click-click.

Clint eases back into the dirt, shifting his weight onto his shoulders, and knows before his vision clears that there's a shotgun pointed at his head.

She is confident and poised, staring down the barrel at him with only the highlights in her hair catching a far-away lantern, and the scent of oil from Barney's broken lamp overrides the smell of horse shit and copper as he looks up at her.

"The card-cheat from Stark's. Why am I not surprised?" Her accent doesn't butcher the words, their cool disdain, but her face is shadowed enough to hide any expression. He watches her, waiting for a shot; when it does not come he raises his right hand, fingers spreading in a universal sign.

"I'm not armed."

She snorts faintly.

"One-armed, perhaps. Broken?" The muzzle of her gun remains fixed on his sternum, on the torn shirt and varied sweat stains soaking through the thin fabric.

"Think so," Clint replies, hearing his voice begin to show the sharp edges of pain.

"Arina has good aim," she tells him with what might be satisfaction. "Mine is better. Why should I let you live, thief?" (http://sweetwatersong.livejournal.com/29011.html)