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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!
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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 returns Darcy's ipod after Thor, only it's not her's. It's either Clint's or Natasha's. Not that she knows that. So she listens to some of it, checks out the playlists. What's on there? What are the playlists called? And then she decides to track down the owner to return it, because she of all people knows how important a person's ipod is. And she still wants her's back, thank you very much. (What happened to Darcy's?)
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((it's a long story))
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(And Tony wonder's who the hell has been educating Steve in music post-1940s. It's driving him mad.)
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FIC: the radio plays just the perfect song (T, no warnings apply)
"Ohhh," Darcy says, excited, on her first day at the New Mexico unit. To contextualize this statement, we must step back: Darcy doesn't really have anything to be doing yet; won't have anything to be doing until her new boss (the G-man, Agent Phillip J. Coulson himself) comes back from some emergency meeting in New York City (probably having to do with the monsters who duked it out. Or the robots. She's pretty sure Tony Stark's drunk hallucinations have officially crossed into reality). So she's fallen back, like all good ex-interns (that is, all ex-interns who've survived to being current-other-things), on making sure anyone she might need favors from later is properly supplied with coffee from the staff room. Delivering coffee means she ends up at the mail room, and at the mail room there's a small little package neatly inscribed
Name: Darcy Lewis
Employee #: 3c1683
Location: R.1H5
This prompts the initial excited exclamation. After Darcy's left the mail room, package and two business cards richer (she hastily scrawls details of the two workers onto the back of their cards once she's out of their line-of-sight so she can remember who they are), she sets her nose against the mail sticker. "He really does keep his promises," she informs the package, before glancing up quickly to make sure she's been unmonitored (except by the, like, five bajillion cameras. The security guys have to have some way to stay entertained—which reminds her. They'll need coffee, too). She walks very briskly, all business got-somewhere-to-go that she's perfected from long exposure to signature collectors.
She sits at her new, almost-undecorated desk (it has: 1 laptop, 1 pair of headphones, and 2 wrapped hard candies on it), and suddenly realizes she doesn't have her knife because taking a knife into a secure government facility is levels of Lewis Don't Be An Idiot that she won't cross even on her most knife-needing of days. She ends up digging out her driver's license and shoving it into the tape until it finally tears, then using it as a really pathetic saw.
When the package is unsealed, she opens it very very carefully and removes her iPod and its tracking receipt. She leaves the receipt on the desk, but holds her iPod to her nose for a long moment, breathing in its plastic-y glass-y music-y aroma, before starting a spot inspection.
"Oh, what the fuck," Darcy says loudly, before wincing and looking through the open door. No one appears to be in the hall, so she rubs at the scratch on the back with her finger, and succeeds in doing absolutely zero good. There're some smaller nicks on the sides, like whoever was packaging Ackbar was severely drunk and also totally disrespectful of his rank as admiral. Its rank as admiral, Lewis. Naming an iPod is one thing; gendering it is totally weirder.
She closes her eyes, hoping that it turns on and hasn't been killed by whatever bizarre science-testing they were doing; Ackbar lights up immediately, screen showing a title Darcy's never seen. She narrows her eyes, and swiftly switches her headphones from laptop to iPod, holding one earbud up to her ear before pressing play.
"Who in the world," she asks herself, after a few moments of trying to decipher what's going on (she manages it, once she realizes what language the somewhat-jumbled singing is in) "listens to French disco?"
Read the rest on AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/496823)!
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(...and I need more Avengers Ladies icons *sigh*)
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*hugs, if wanted!*