Narnia Fan Fiction Revolution

The thing about Narnia that one tends to forget, is that the hair gets everywhere.

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She sniffed her nose disdainfully at the unseemly sight before her. Honestly, all those long strands of black hair that she had to clean out of the bath drain. The Cat shook whiskers irritatedly as she did her duties as a maid, all the while thinking of the bath she'd give herself later. Hypocrite,whispered a Rat, when she coughed out a hair all. The Cat chased the Rat.

-TiaBolt (too lazy to log in)

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Unfortunately, the Cat had to cease her chase of the Rat to cough up a hair ball in the Great Hall. This was unfortunate as an august delegation from Calormen was arriving at any moment. So, the Retriever, not having hands to clean up the mess, and not wishing to bother the frantic staff who did have hands, ate it.

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The 11th Doctor regenerates into Lucy Pevensie.

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Warehouse 13, Artie or Claudia, the collar from CS Lewis' dog

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snacky

Sorry, not a prompt, but we've still got 6 stories to go in the NFE, so not quite wrapped up yet!

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oh wow that's a lot of awesome! It's exciting how big it is this year!

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snacky

Yes, it was a great turnout! :D

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The lizards in the Underlands.

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Eustace spends days, weeks, and eventually months at the South Kensington Science Museum, the Oxford Museum of Natural History, and libraries in London and Cambridge. It takes two years, but eventually he manages to recreate a drawing that Jill agrees is a passable representation of the sleeping lizards in the Underlands. Then the work really begins as Eustace methodically describes and classifies each creature using the Linnaean taxonomic system.

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Alberta, after the train crash.

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They saw a great deal of Susan that summer, and it was the talk of Cambridge society - the pretty gay socialite who had lost all her family suddenly associating with the faddish modernist couple who had lost their only son in the same train crash. For once in her life, Alberta did not care at all what anyone else thought of her, and simply did as she pleased. And if that meant having her niece over frequently for dinner (vegetarian, naturally, and dry), well, oughtn't a woman be able to invite whoever the devil she wanted to her own home?

One would have thought these dinners would be very uncomfortable for an aunt and niece who had not spoken in years, but in fact they got on very well: Alberta talked of her intelligent yet disappointingly conventional son, and Susan talked of her daydreaming brothers and sister, and they agreed that they were all odd in the very same way. Neither one used the past tense. If Harold thought they were cowards for refusing to face the facts, he kept his mouth shut. His wife was a very strong woman, after all.

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akjdfowiajroijwopije this is WONDERFUL oh my goodness I want their whole story.

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Lovely

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harmony-lover.livejournal.com

Beautiful. More, more, more. :)

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Wow. Wow. And the talk of society. I WANT THIS STORY.

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lady_songsmith

Jill's parent(s) and what they think of Experiment House/the strange family she's fallen in with.

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I cannot say, love, that i enjoyed dinner with Harold and Alberta Scrubb. And I am greatly concerned about our Jill going to the cousin's home.

I would agree with you, dear, except Eustace, Edmund and Lucy all act much differently from Harold and Alberta. Besides, it's easy to ignore Harold and Alberta's quirks when their children take such loving care with our Jill.

-- Doctor Dolly

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harmony-lover.livejournal.com

Susan and Neal Caffrey of "White Collar."

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lady_songsmith

Sister-fic, in the style of classic brother-fic? *wicked grin*

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Lucy chuckled darkly and wetly kissed Susan's shoulder. "Can we share a bed again, sister, as we used to before the charming, gorgeous, but secretly evil and enchanted Lord Byron tried to separate us?"
Susan choked back a dry sob. "Not yet, Lucy. You killed Lord Byron to keep me safe and us together forever because no one would ever be more important to me than you and I know that you are waking up screaming every night tortured by secret pain. I will comfort you my brave sister, and wipe away your tears and hold you in my arms until you fall asleep, but you must talk to me about your feelings and expunge your guilt over the next 5 chapters."

Edited Date: 2012-09-01 04:12 pm (UTC)

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edenfalling

*cracks up* Oh god, all that needs is a description of the kidnapping and the way Lord Byron tied Susan up in the dungeon but she held on because she knew HER SISTER was coming to save her, and oh right, at the end they go home to Cair Paravel and Peter and Edmund have made cake and tactfully leave the SISTERS alone in their COMPLETELY PLATONIC SORORAL DEVOTION which no boy could possibly understand.

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I may have feelings about this genre.

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You get right on these feelings! Seriously, I'd love to see you explore the fem side of this trope.

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snacky

Ugh yes. Brotherfic is basically a heaping helping of Slash For Homophobes flavored with "Ew, stupid, silly, icky girls can't understand!" misogyny.

I have to believe that the brotherfic writers a) don't actually HAVE brothers, and b) have never spent more that 10 minutes around any boys/men in their lives. And if they do have brothers, I imagine those brothers would laugh their asses off if they ever came across the fic.

My feelings are very strong. And rageful. And obviously impossible to hide today.

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I don't know if I'll ever be able to see classic brotherfic the same way again . .

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Context is everything!

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snacky

Normally I try to just let brotherfic go with, "this is not my beautiful cake" but... oh, the wet shoulder kiss just seals the deal here. :D

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I'll have you know I did research before I responded to this. !!
Many Bothans died to bring you this information.

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HAH! That place is strong with the Dark Side of the Force. A domain of evil it is.

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Peter Pevensie, Mike Rowe, Dirty Jobs

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When Peter entered into Oxford University Veterinarian Services program, he did not consider the differences between Talking Animals and dumb beasts. Maxim, Phillip's oldest colt, always took great care to place his stool samples in the proper place for the Palace Physician. After servicing the third horse diaper this shift, he wonders if it is too late to join Edmund in studying law.

Doctor Dolly

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Because there is always lots of poo in Dirty Jobs!!! Awesome!

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Good Party. No Whiskey. We go now.

Doctor Dolly

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"I think it's still alive," whispered the Elephant...except that an Elephant's whisper is much like a quiet trombone. She nudged the strange tree with her quite useful trunk (no matter what the Bulldog might say) and it swayed dangerously - the roots must not have set yet.

"Arraughooooeeeeaaaaabrandy!" said the Thing. It might not be a tree. It kept motioning with its branches to the pouches on either side of its base.

"Perhaps we should dig it up," said the Donkey doubtfully.

This plan proved once and for all that it was Not a Tree. The Elephant quickly snagged the escaping Not-A-Tree (use #6 thus far for her excellent trunk). It gave a pitiful moan as she set it down again. "Nnnnggghhh. Brandy." Well, at least they knew the Not-A-Tree's name.

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Use #6! I love the Elephant!

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Lucy/Caspian, something cute and fluffy, friends or more. Pretty please?

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[Always happy to oblige Lucy/Caspian! Uhh, apologies that this became much more about Lucy, and also that 'cute and fluffy' turned into 'doomed and bittersweet']

There are a great many requests for Lucy's stories the last evening at Bern's sprawling house - she cannot quite tell who asks because they believe she is Queen Lucy of the Golden Age, and who because she is young, and amusing, and honored by their new Duke. But no matter; she lets the tropes and styles of speech of her reign settle into her tongue, and tells all her favorites. She does Susan debating the Giants, and Edmund joins in telling the Battle of Anvard, and the wine is abundant and sweet with freedom.

The next night, back on the ship she finds Caspian alone on deck.

"Tell me a story," he asks, patting the space beside him. "One you've never told. Tell me about yourself."

She frowns, and reaches out to take his hand, and looks to the east.

"Once upon a time," she begins, "a Queen went into exile...."

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AWWWWW

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<3<3<3 x1000. SO MUCH LOVE. I want to continue the story so bad...oh Lucy, finding her storytelling voice, and you snuck in Susan being awesome and Edmund being swoony. I love too how you subtly imply the idea of Lucy's true age and being a mental equal (and more) for Caspian. ::melts::

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ahhhh omg thank you!

(You should totally continue it!!) Storyteller Lucy is not a trope I've necessarily seen around a ton, or at least not more than any other Pevensie, and it's not one I've really used, but I like it, and of course Caspian would loooooove to hear her stories of herself and her siblings, because he is a fanboy. :D

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harmony-lover.livejournal.com

So adorable! I love Lucy/Caspian friendship, and storyteller Lucy is perfect. I would love to see more of this.

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lady_songsmith

How about some of the NBB prompts? There were a lot of good ones over there! And while they were aimed at long-fic, many could be explored in drabbles.

I've collected and sorted all the text-based ones here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/19KDT_LKrz-UQJetuApk0ChIzP4pDf2XfJcfzvhNdaMw/edit
but do check out the orginal because there were image prompts too!

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Charlie Brown, Lucy van Pelt, Linus van Pelt, and Sally Brown accidentally take the place of Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy for a day.

Mr. Pevensie was a codebreaker during WWII.

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Frank stumbles out of Hut 6 into the cool winter night and slumps into a seat in the canteen, managing to not slosh his tepid Nescafe. It’s 0400 and he has 5 more hours to go on his shift. If, no when, he tells himself firmly, the war ends, he wonders if he’ll ever be able to sleep normally.

It will be 4 more days before he has a day off, assuming Rommel cooperates. According to the latest encrypt, Panzerarmee ist erschöpft -- the Panzer Army is exhausted.

And so am I.

It would be wonderful if someday he’d be able to tell his wife and four children, I helped crack the code that broke the back of the Desert Fox’s Afrika Corps at El Alamein.

He doubts it will ever happen.

Edited Date: 2012-09-08 02:18 pm (UTC)

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EEEEEeeeeee! I love this so much! And the ambiguity of the last line!

Now I MUST research Bletchley Park for myself. Thank you!

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I admit that at 1 AM I just pulled some of the atmospherics, timing, and the coded line about the Panzer Army being exhausted from Apostolic Way since I set several OC characters there. I did read some of the accounts of life there and it was brutal. The mansion house was hideous. The recruiting process might be of interest -- you can look at the BBC site The Peoples' War, http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ww2peopleswar/
and there are lots of books. As happened a lot with the intelligence corps, to it's ultimate tragedy, they recruited heavily based upon eclectic interest and being the right sort of man from the right sort of school -- classics education, languages, mathematicians and the like. When they came out, they didn't talk about their time at Bletchley Park for decades. The information about the codebreakers only became known in the mid to late 70s.

Happy researching!

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Song titles for "pub songs" in Narnia, Canterbury Tales-style. They may be used (with permission and credidation) in an upcoming story. Bawdy ones are particularly craved! If so, please put rating in the subject line!

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