Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

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The Good Ship C/N Promptathon
of Magic and Joy: Aka, The Promptathon of All Wonderful Things Involving Two Certain Badass Assassin People Doing Badass Things and Being Awesome. And Badass. And Pretty. And Stuff.

NOTE: The promptathon has now closed, but please enjoy all the lovely fic and fanworks. in our Masterposts below.

Master List of all Promptathon fanworks.  

Master List, Part 2 now with more delicious everything!

**Many thanks to rayruzfor the beautiful graphic.


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NOTE: PROMPTING HAS NOW CLOSED, BUT FICS AND FANWORKS MAY STILL BE SUBMITTED THROUGH AUGUST 31ST. THANKS!


Welcome!!!! The time is now upon us. This will kick off a month's worth of prompting and fanworking and all the good things. Not sure what to do? Click below for our handy-dandy Promptathon Guide!

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 crazy. All I ask is that you keep it tasteful and warn for anything explicit or triggery. Also, try to be as specific as you can with your prompts--this is often very helpful to those creating the fanwork.

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.
Tailgate and chitchat and keep leaving prompts. And mull over the epic fanworks you are creating.

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. The nitty gritty details of posting your stuff can be found HERE. Please read before you post


Timeframe:
Prompts will be accepted starting today, Friday, July 13th (!!!) and will remain open until Friday, August 10th.  Submissions may be submitted beginning on Friday, July 20th and may continue to be submitted until August 10th.


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.

• Meet new and awesome people. Because srsly, I love everyone in this bar. It's a good damn bar. Don't be afraid to say hello
• Ship like you’ve never shipped before.
• Tailgate when appropriate. My motto is, if something ain’t a cocktail party, you just aren’t trying hard enough. In that spirit, aurora_0811and I are hosting the tailgate section (which I think at this point just includes random chatter and ridiculousness, cheerleading and tomfoolery, because I doubt our comm’s talkative nature will be suppressed even during the prompting/waiting period.) So pull up a helicarrier-shaped lawnchair, crack open a cold one and settle in for the festivities. And leave prompts.

And most of all, have fun. :)

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Fic: Here the City Code is Lock and Load, Rating: M

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Warnings: some violence, fairly explicit sexual content
Word count ~2920

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Everyone knows that the interstates are more likely to take you to hell than they are to the next city.

Infinitely long stretches of broken concrete run through wasteland that's inhabited only by creatures that can survive the baking days, the freezing nights, the radiation leaking through the jagged rips in the sky. Chitauri stalk the heavy chain fence that runs along the road; half-starved human exiles wriggle through breaks to snatch lone children; Shi'ar and Wraiths and Kree roam the desert beyond in ragtag groups that turn on each other as quickly as they do travellers. No-one is safe beneath the flickering light of the unnatural heavens, and if you're not alert then you're not alive.

Natasha has been travelling across the states for the past nineteen months. SHIELD sent her out with a list of items to collect from Chicago, Denver, San Francisco, Phoenix, Albuquerque; the last big cities to survive, heavily guarded by mercenaries who protect their own by killing anyone trying to take from them. The journey out took eleven months, hitching lifts from the few people who still had trucks or, more often, horses or oxen. The journey back should have only taken four, sped by the supply train she'd bought passage on through New Mexico and Texas, but she'd spent six weeks at the Jackson outpost in Mississippi recovering from a Reptoid bite to the abdomen.

Now though, she's back in New York, where the light is natural if dim and there are no aliens save for the wisps of energy that drift along the empty streets, through walls, hang above rubble and cast misshapen shadows along the dusty ground. The streets are empty on the outskirts this time of night but that doesn't mean it's safe. Natasha's had her guns in hand since she set foot inside the perimeter. Anyone who has never been to New York thinks it's a protected haven, the place from which the technology came to shift the portals from above the cities to miles out over smaller settlements, but the truth of the matter is that humans are ugly creatures when their city is overcrowded and resources are thin on the ground. Here the city code is lock and load, and you'd better be ready to prove you can follow it if you want to live.

Full fic at my journal (http://flying-android.livejournal.com/30287.html#cutid1)