be_compromised | Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

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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Clint's parents died when he was too young to have formed any lasting memories of them. The only thing he has to remember them by is a faded photo Barney gave him at the funeral, which he keeps in the pocket inside his jacket so that the other kids at the orphanage can't find it. Sometimes when he's alone and out of their reach, he takes the photo out and stares at his parents' faces, trying to imagine how his name would have sounded when they called him in for dinner, told him off, reassured him they loved him. He has nothing to go on, and so he always fails. The best he can do is whisper his name to himself while clutching the photo to his chest, and listen as the leaves of the tree echo it back to him.

It always sounds lonely.

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The girl has no parents. Or rather, she does, but she has never known them. She grew up being passed between families who never kept her long enough to give her a name, who thought she wouldn't live long enough to need one, too skinny and small to survive the harsh winters that come every year. Consequently she has only ever been addressed by “girl” or “child”, or sometimes the name of the most recently deceased female child in the family in order to soothe a grieving mother for a time.

None of this bothers her. A name is only a name, it is not who she is, and so she answers to anything they call her.

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At six years old, Clint knows how his name sounds when it's said by a brother who is annoyed at him for being too small, too slow, too weak. At seven, he's got used to how it sounds when kids at the orphanage sneer at him, threaten him, cajole him. By the time he's eight, he's all-too-familiar with how it's shouted at him by adults when he's been climbing trees or balancing on fences or jumping across rooves. The strong tones and anger that lace their voices scare him at first – even Barney when he's mad doesn't sound like that – but the impact lessens as he grows older. He comes to expect that his name will always be said in anger and forgets what it is like to hear it any other way.

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When the girl is five years old, men in suits arrive to take her away to a place that is not a house but will be where she lives. They tell her that she will answer to 'Nadja'. It's a name but they don't use it as such. Instead it serves as a way to refer to her so as to avoid confusion with anyone else. The word is easy to remember and so she does not mind. While she is with them, that is how she refers to herself, and it is acceptable.

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Promptathon is heeeeeeeeeeeeeere!

Fic: The Way You Say My Name, Rating: PG, Warnings: None, Part: (1/3)