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Before you start yelling at me: no, of course I don't mean "but how do I even work in some POC characters" or "how do I even write POC characters".

No, what I mean is "how do I make clear this character is a POC without hitting the reader over the head with it or making it seem like I'm intentionally pointing out the POC characters against a white default (big can of worms)."

This particular pondering is borne out of a story on AO3 I was just reading where the author basically shouted "all these characters are POC, *** canon!" in the Author's Notes; and while I basically agree with their reasoning in that particular case and have zero problem with it beyond not sharing their opinions on which looks are the most handsome among their fancasts... :D
... I also felt like "okay, I also want to point out unambiguously that these and these characters I write are POC for the people who care as strongly about it and because I'd rather hate for my readers to default to white when I picture them this way; but I really don't want to go about it in such a forceful way."

It's a balance between "well, they look this way in my head, but will the reader know, or will they default to white?"and "I really don't want to describe the characters in a very explicit fashion if there's not a valid POV reason for me to be describing them like that since that way lie other cans of worms." (And since I tend to write mostly in character POV rather than as an omniscient narrator.) The third thing to weigh is - shouting that they are POC in an Author's Note like the aforementioned author did feels rather like the "Dumbledore is actually gay" sort of cop-out from my personal writerly point of view, in that I try to make the story stand on its own and make sense even without the Author's Notes (although I do often include more background info in there).

It's easier when you're writing in a Spare Oom environment and can just say where characters are from and people will form their own mental images. When you're writing in the Narnian world, that only works for all readers with Calormen, and even then I bet the mental images will differ (are they Arabic? Indian?). When you write in the Galaxy Far Far Away, it's... harder.
 
Further elaboration of my mental processes )
It's also a pondering born out of my digging through my backup disk over the holidays and finding some old pictures of some characters I drew when I was a teenager and have largely forgotten about. Several years ago, I had copied them from my old desktop computer onto my backup disk, which was a very good thing indeed because shortly after father updated something on that computer and it crashed. (It may still be salvageable but he hasn't gotten around to full salvage yet.) The pictures were then sitting on my backup disk and I'd rather forgotten about them.
(At some point after scanning them I had decided it was a good idea to run them through a smoothing filter and only save them that way, so you can't really see how exactly I drew them. Our younger selves are often stupid that way.)

There's this lady whose whole story I've completely forgotten because I never wrote it down and it never progressed beyond some sort of backstory. I know her name because that's in the filenames, but that's it. Her name is Venus and I'm not sure I like it, but I think I'll keep it because people having names that don't go with them definitely is a thing so from that point of view I do like it (and it jumpstarted a sort of new backstory for her). She looks cool and needs to find her way into the Choruk'la Kajir universe at some point although I'm not entirely sure where to fit her. And she's almost certainly black (at least in the American sense; I think she's actually mixed race from the way she looks?).
I just designed a black character at some point in my life while trying out a new drawing technique, many years before that sort of thing became cool on Tumblr :D, and I didn't even think about it hard enough to remember anything about her backstory when I see her pictures years later, which hints to me strongly that the way she looked had nothing whatsoever to do with her backstory. The clothes she wears do (and the facial scars undoubtedly do); I'm fairly sure she was from the same space-opera-ish universe as the next character, which is why I think I can safely transplant her into the Choruk'la Kajir universe.





So there's this other lady. I do know who she is, she was from a story I wrote when I was about twelve or thirteen that was a rather clueless ripoff of Star Wars and some other things, and she got to be a big player in that universe though mostly in a behind the scenes capacity (but due to her shaping up entirely on her own as the sort of capable behind-the-scenes character who pulled off things before my floundering protagonists did, she's a character I'm still very fond of many years later). Her name is Arve; which turns out to be a male name in Scandinavia, fictional names can be funny that way. She is definitely Asian in her looks (I've now tried to pin it down and I think Nepali is probably closest to my mental image - but how exactly do you describe that when you're writing a character from a different planet in a fictional universe?). It's pretty funny because I found one picture of her I'd forgotten about right after I stumbled upon a Tumblr post on how (not) to draw Asian people (which I now can't find), and there she was, I got it down pretty well when I was a clueless teenager. :D (A bit more of an explanation why I did further below.)
Not that the pictures are anywhere near perfect, because my drawing skills as a teenager were not quite up to the task of drawing just from mental images (and they probably still aren't). But I think I captured all the respective features well enough that you get the idea, and if you combine the two images you could probably find a good "fancast" if you wanted to badly enough.
It's rather telling in this context that I had a pretty clear image of her in my head but somehow never even described her in the story. It's equally telling in this context that Arve never got a description in the story because that's exactly the kind of character she was - people overlooked her, and she made full use of that. She would be overlooked and underestimated, she would observe, draw her own conclusions, and then act decisively upon them.
Goodness gracious, I love Arve, but I'm not sure she could make the universe hop quite intact.





The third strike in this vein is another character, from a bit later, from what was already a conscious Star Wars fanfiction that never got too far but which will definitely find its way into the Choruk'la Kajir universe later, in some form. That character looks exactly like Sridevi. Not in the sense of "I fancast Sridevi in the role"; in the sense that I had this image of a dark-haired lady with huge dark eyes and a certain facial shape in my head (and attempts on paper), and then my sister showed me a video of Sridevi on YouTube years later, and then my mind went "whoa, that's Anadarya!" I can't look at pictures of Sridevi without going very emotional for entirely different reasons than her fans probably do.
The name started out as a bit of a placeholder because she's something of an Amidala expy (it is, of course, Anna + Darya, and a vague mirror of Amidala) - but it stuck so that's her name now. (And BTW in my Czech mind it's been up till now spelled with a J, not Y, until I wrote it down in this English text and realised you'd pronounce it differently.)
I won't show you the pictures of her because just like with Arve my drawing skills were not up to the task of capturing the mental image so mostly they would just show you various degrees of how much I could not draw Sridevi properly as a teenager. :D

And I think there lies my writing POC problem. If you asked me to draw the characters in my head, I would draw them a certain way because duh, that's what they look like - but how do I capture that in writing when I tend to intentionally just hint in my descriptions?

* * *

Of course I do succumb to the weakness of defaulting to white, too. But I think I can lay some credit at the door of Karl May, of all things, for actually having grown up with a more colourful world than there was around me in Real Life during my childhood. His books may suffer from the Mighty Whitey and Noble Savage complexes and whatever other accusations are being levelled against them at this point in history. But the indisputable fact is that a lot of his characters are not white, and the stories are never "whites vs The Other" - the protagonist groups are always mixed, which frankly can be quite progressive even for today, let alone the 19th century...

It's rather funny because when I look back at my old characters, I find out they were actually often more diverse than the characters I tend to write now... that when I was coming up with stories freely and still largely unencumbered with writerly concerns, that's what I came up with. The stories were a lot more silly, but the characters were more diverse. I had characters of colour, I had mixed race characters, and I don't think I even thought of it that way, they just looked a certain way, they just came from certain cultures, they just had parents from different cultures. And whenever I am reminded of all that, it feels so strange to compare it to all the discourse around POC characters I come across now, that I just... did that.

Also: We never had TV, so a lot of contemporary popular culture got to me only in variously convoluted ways, like articles about TV shows and films in magazines, or catching part of a film or an episode of a series here and there when visiting other people. I read rather a lot of travelogues when I was a teenager, books and a magazine (lots of isssues over the years), and there were all these people. Especially in the books, people living their lives, people the Czech authors did things with, and were on first name terms with, and were joking about Czech beer with, whatever. So my characters looked like people. In retrospect, I can't help but think that sort of travelogues is actually a lot better for casually exposing you to diversity than films and other forms of popular culture; but I also understand why people are pushing for diversity in popular culture because obviously most people don't grow up casually reading travelogues.

* * *
 

Anyway.

Right now, in the Choruk'la Kajir AU, I can get away easily with canonically POC characters with maybe brief descriptions (one would have to be particularly stupid to argue Aravis and Lasaraleen are not POCs, and Boba Fett has also been firmly cast for a while now).

And I got my headcanon racially ambiguous Peridan across very easily by way of describing him from the POV of a character meeting him for the first time. (Either he's the Peridan Chronicles Methos, in which case he's vaguely Near / Middle Eastern of uncertain ethnicity, or he's Telmarine, in which case he's mixed race Polynesian / Causasian, which I think is almost as good as canon for Telmarines anyway. I will probably have to do a whole post about my headcanon Telmarines one of these days.) In fact, since that's simply how I headcanon Peridan, funnily enough it kind of only hit me afterwards that what I did there was fairly explicitly describe a racially ambiguous character - so yes, therein lies most of my problem.
It happens organically when it happens organically, so what do I do when the story just meanders around it without my noticing? It's one of those "there's something that remained in your mind without making it to the page" things, but one that's more difficult to pick upon for, say, a beta reader (if I had anyone beta reading this thing), than things like plot holes are. How do I train myself to notice, and how do I divert the flow of the story to hit upon the necessary notes to get the point across, without derailing it? (Please ignore the mixed metaphors in the previous sentence.)

Current pondering: I now headcanon Corran Horn as basically looking like the German-Turkish actor Erdogan Atalay (just with eyes on the green side of hazel). There's this image of Corran, Corran is short, a former cop and a bit of a cocky pilot, and Atalay is short and plays a cocky Autobahn cop in a long-running TV series; it's one of those "can't unsee" things.

So, depending on how you look at it, my headcanon Corran is also a POC. The thing is, personally I probably actually don't really look at it that way? Make of that what you will. How do I make my readers see him more or less like I do without clumsily hitting them over the head with some stupid stereotypical descriptors, dangling a "look, a POC to feed your need for POC" before them? This is the Galaxy Far Far Away, it's just the way he looks, no big deal.

Before you start yelling at me: Don't worry, I think I've already found the correct POV character for pointing it out organically.

I'm wondering whether I should or shouldn't add the "Character(s) of Color" tag to the story currently in progress. They are there. Several of them are listed in the character tags anyway, so is that worth pointing out separately?

Just... I wanted to share this whole thought process, and maybe ask, how do you deal with it?

Also, oops, I wanted to finish the next chapter in the story but my thought processes and writing got once again derailed, by this. But I think it was worth addressing, if only because it's one of those things that should help me make the story better.

(Second oops, the post break got broken, but it's too late to think now, I'll fix it later.)
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This is kind of another of those random posts.

It's a more subdued Christmas than usual - we did not even bother with Christmas decorations. But we did manage a family gathering, possibly slightly defying the current guidelines I have to admit, and seeing grandma after a year, especially after a health scare this autumn, was so nice.

(The grandma who used to visit every week when I was a child, the grandma we visit every Christmas, the grandma who would take me to exhibitions and galleries and who would go with us to the Prague Zoo. She had to undergo a cancer check. It was OK, and the doctor even told her she's in great shape for her age. But for a while there, we were all so very anxious. In my case, it was going numb, not allowing myself to think about it, and sleeping really badly; and then it hit with full force of relief when she turned out to be okay.)

Christmas! I've gone hobbity in the past couple of years: I often enjoy the giving more than the receiving, in a way. Although I still get excited about my gifts.

This Christmas was very handmade and scrounged up on my side (but then, with me it's almost always handmade). Besides, we've started often giving one another perishable gifts; we've all got so much stuff already it's actually nice to get something nice to eat or something practical we need. Grandma asked for a facemask; I ended up making her two. And two wooden sheep figurines I bought at the Liptál folklore festival last year (I did not go this year, although it did take place), because stuff to put in her glass cupboards, often animal figures, is stuff she still welcomes. And a patchwork pillowcase for my sister & brother-in-law (and a wooden spatula, also from the Liptál festival - they like cooking, and there's a man always selling them at the festival who makes fantastic handmade ones that are much nicer to use than the mass-produced ones). They gave me a jar of bio-quality blueberry jam. I let out a squeak. Heh. My family knows me well.

For the past couple of years, though, I've been asking father for various books from abroad, which kills two birds with one stone, so to speak - I get my dream books and he does not have to reck his head for gift ideas.

Sooo. This year I asked for and got Patterns of Fashion 5.

Yess.
writerly thoughts )

I hope you're all safe and reasonably happy, too. :-)

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I ought to be working on the main story of the AU. I ought to be describing Kir Kanos' experiences in Lord Peridan's household; instead, I ended up writing Boba Fett much further in the story.

I want to write about Kil's training with Corran and Myrtle's training with Kil (I headcanon that Kil is an extremely supportive and warm teacher very generous with praise because he wants to be everything his own Imperial trainers were not).
I want to write about Wedge and Sabine and Hera (I love old EU Wedge but I also love Sabine and Hera and I badly want the EU Wedge to have those early relationships in the Rebellion).
I want to write about Mara in Narnia but have no idea where to even start. Maybe I should put Mara in Calormen and team her up with Lasaraleen instead, somehow that's more promising. Yes, I think basically I want Mara to kick Rabadash's ass, pun not intended but welcome.
I want to write about Myrtle on Endor and Tionne in Narnia. I think somewhere in there I had a brilliant idea about Endor. But I managed to misplace it.

Noooo, instead I keep getting all these ideas about Boba Fett and the Mandalorians and reconciling the canons.

To date, I have the beginnings of:
  • the story of Boba Fett's involvement with the Jouneyman Protectors of Concord Dawn and his somewhat rocky mentor-mentee relationship with Fenn Rau
  • the story of what Boba Fett did immediately after Narnia and his first (official) meeting with Fenn Shysa (official because just now it occurs to me he held him and Tobbi Dala in high regard before so maybe he'd met them before, maybe during their young days when he was on Concord Dawn?)
  • the story of how Boba Fett accidentally recruited the son of a noble family of Kuat for the Stone Table Project and the Mando'ade (well, that one hasn't progressed much beyond the idea but I got the idea and the poor sod already has a name)
  • the humorous fluff story of how Boba Fett and Sabine Wren watched a Mandalorian classic with the Wraiths, with running commentary from the latter of course
  • the story of how Boba Fett became Mand'alor, which will also feature the story of how his illustrious ancestor Cassus joined the Mando'ade (and, uh, the story of how Fenn Shysa died, not looking forward to that)
  • the story of how Boba Fett had it out with Lord Aran of Sundari concerning the New Mandalorian humanocentrism, and how they came to an understanding (that's the latest development)
  • the story of how Boba Fett adopted another child (because, you may recall, I hinted in Te Choruk'la'kajir Aka that he adopted more than just Prill...)
  • the story(ies?) of Boba Fett in Spare Oom and Oxford which are branching out into its own grand crossover sub-AU as they merge with an old fanfiction idea of mine. Because while pondering Boba's affinity with libraries, I greatly amused myself by the phrase "It wasn't me who let Boba loose in the Bodley!" so now that has to happen. Oh, and Polly never married and is Miss Plummer because she's an academic teacher at the time when female academians were not allowed to marry, and she teaches at Shrewsbury College, duh. So now that also has to happen.

Also, I just burnt some milk on the stove while putting all this down so I'm not lying when I say the shabuir is taking over my life.
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I still haven't gotten around to reading all the stories, alas. Plus I'm not going to read all the smut and shippy stuff, which appears to have been in particular demand this year... Not really what I want from Narnia, myself - I don't mind the occasional ship (I'd be a hypocrite because I harbour a cracktastic crossover ship for Susan myself) but, well, for one thing I'm not into interfering with canonical pairings. *shrug*

BUT my gift is everything I wanted plus things I did not know I wanted and... I may have said that before, I've lost track, I love the dialogue, I love the worldbuilding and character interaction, I'm still incapable of coherent comment on that front, Liz wrote Sallowpad for me, Liz wrote Beasts for me, there's a DONKEY. *squee*
(I did not know I wanted a Donkey in this particular prompt. I absolutely wanted a Donkey.)

To Calormen and the South (1207 words) by Elizabeth Culmer
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Sallowpad (Narnia), Susan Pevensie, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Golden Age (Narnia), Calormen, Spies & Secret Agents
Summary:

How Sallowpad came to travel in the lands south of Narnia.

 
Anyway. THREE Star Wars crossovers, and I wrote one of them. :D

(Somehow it doesn't offer me the Share button on my own story?)

I had to! I had to write something special for Syrena who wrote an absolutely breathtaking story for me last year! (Pretty much literally, as I remember the feeling of reading it.)
And we happen to share love for the X-Wing books, so that had to happen... Things turned out differently from what I intended along the way, the story majorly got away from me, and I ended up with a whole new AU and series on my hands, and the story I ended up publishing has less Narnia and less X-Wing influences in it than the story that did not get published.

It did not hurt that among the things Syrena asked for were languages and things lost in translation which, hey, if you want to get me going that's pretty much 100% guaranteed to succeed... Somewhere along the way of reading up on Mandalorians and reading Mandalorian fics on AO3, I had come to the conclusion that, not having English as my first language and having learned (at least the basics of) several different languages including non-Indo-European ones, I understood how Mando'a could not be approached just from an English-centric dictionary-based point of view much better than a lot of the authors who were peppering their stories with it, so... Mando'a had to happen.
(I mean, Mandalorians call their mates / pals "kids", WHICH IS WHAT MORAVIANS DO! How could I not fall in love with this stub of a conlang then?!)

I can't remember how exactly all the strands of the AU happened to come together; the majority of it actually happened in the scope of a single day and the rest followed that same week after the prompts were sent out! Syrena's prompts and wishes were that perfect for me. The original idea for the crossover, I do remember, was Kir Kanos getting stranded in Narnia after his last canonical (EU) appearance, as a pretext to get the other characters there, and because I have a thing for morally grey characters being dragged further into the Light - more on that in the original story later, of course. And I wanted to include my idea about a Calormene Underground Railroad, which slotted itself into Syrena's suggestion about Aravis and mobile libraries, and her wish for spycraft. And somewhere in there in my Wookieepedia browsings I came across the fact that Boba Fett liked reading books as a child. So bookish Boba Fett had to happen.

Myrtle walked in in the process of welcoming Kanos into Narnia and its cultural idiosyncracies, and then she decided to call Boba Uncle Boba because Boba does deserve to be flustered like that, and the whole Mandalorian family angle happened without my looking for it (but slotting beautifully into another of Syrena's likes). It's not entirely an accident that she's a Mole; while I've never seen a live mole as far as I can remember... it's definitely an archetypal childhood Beast for me, for more than one reason. (That particular reason, though, is totally responsible for Flaxie's name. ;-) )

And then, yes, the whole thing got away from me and I ended up with a whole AU on my hands.

Prill started out as something of a throwaway crack idea when the Wikipedic Effect landed me at the Wookieepedia entry for hoojibs. The crack idea of a cute furry creature that's basically a Star Wars bunny being a Mandalorian because a Mandalorian adopted them and that's how Mandalorian culture works. And because, yeah, I do love giving layers to characters / concepts from canon that tend to appeal to the wannabe macho, so yeah, Boba Fett's son is a bunny, yeah, there's a bunny Mandalorian. :D

Also Mole + Bunny continuing the Project and being holy terrors on slavers, yesss!

So it was, at first, just a throwaway line in the academic text part of the story, but then Prill got angry at me for making just a joke of him, and Tyria demanded a section in her own voice, and that part of the story happened.

Also, to my utter delight, Mando'a is far from a complete language but you can actually translate Stone Table into it. And they really do appear to have some connotations of equality / meeting at equal terms to tables, which nicely met in the middle with some worldbuilding ideas of mine for Narnia and The Order of the Table... once again, more on that later, hopefully.

Plus, yeah, I share Kil's conviction that Fenn Shysa would fit into Narnia.
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Although I'm also the sort of creative person who badly needs inspiration, so I do not want to be too nasty to it.

Even when it's being nasty to me.

Case in point: I had a little idea for the further fortunes of Kameen from A Butterfly With Its Wings. Today, I was inspired to open a Word document and write it down (with actual words to put it in) quickly before I went to sleep relatively early. (I'm ill, and I need the sleep.) The idea, the idea that had always been there, was that - Aravis had to learn the secrets of sleeping potions somewhere. The idea now was of a short but poignant one-shot that showed how Kameen continued to play a small but important role.

Yeah. Famous last words and all that. My inspiration decided it would not stop there.

Before I knew it, I had the beginnings of a much larger story, a story in which Kameen Akrima and Lasaraleen Tarkheena start Calormen's first Abolitionist movement and the Narnian world's equivalent to the Underground Railroad.

Oh, and also it would involve Corin's Calormene misfortunes from Syrena_of_the_lake's story Pack Rat (and by natural inclusion, from my Packing for the Journey).

Unfortunately, it also involves elements of the larger story which make it unpublishable until I get to MUCH LATER in The Peridan Chronicles (which, you may have noticed, is still stuck in a colossal hiatus), because Spoilers.

And here I am, after 1 of the AM, with five pages of text that barely scratch the surface.

AARGH.

Had to get it out of the system immediately, without doing that out loud.

In case you were wondering what happened to Kameen: that. That's what happened to Kameen.

The one good thing about all this is, I'm liking the Abolitionist sprawl of the story much, much more than the original idea, in the grand scheme of things.

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So the authors were revealed, as inconspicuously and outside of our notice as Čapek describes buds in the spring opening. Josef Čapek, that is, in a feuilleton I read on Saturday, although I suspect Karel wrote something very similar somewhere...

... anyway, as I said, the authors have been revealed, so it's time for Take 3.

I got two stories.

Condiments (The Morning After remix) was written by [personal profile] transposable_element 

Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Thor
Additional Tags: Fluff, Breakfast, Pancakes, Bickering
Language: English
Words: 430
Chapters: 1/1

After the Battle of New York, the Avengers indulge in a little friendly bickering over pancakes.

I love all the culture-and-taste clashing. I love the subtle and less-than-subtle characterisation between the Avengers. I love that Clint likes his with blueberries, because yay, blueberries!!!! I love that Thor eats his pancakes with lingonberries and is surprised by their thickness.

(Fun fact: Czech actually has two words for the two kinds of pancakes. The thin, crépe-like ones are called palačinky (which, wow, is related to placenta via Romanian and Hungarian and Slovak) and the thick ones, leavened or with baking powder or soda, are called lívance (which comes from the verb lít, to pour). One of the zillion reasons I like my language!)

and

Pack Rat (Remix of "Packing for the Journey") was written by [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake 

Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - All Media Types
Relationship: Aravis/Shasta | Cor
Characters: Corin, Shasta | Cor, Aravis
Language: English
Words: 532
Chapters: 1/1

Sometimes, Cor can be a little too prepared. And Corin, though an exasperatingly bad packer, is paradoxically something of a hoarder.

I love how Syrena expanded on my tiny mention that Corin did, of course, come back from his diplomatic journey to Calormen with trouble on his heels. "Corin's second diplomatic trip to Calormen fell short of a complete disaster in the same way that a lost and unhorsed soldier in the desert would at least not be swept away by floodwaters. It was not Corin's fault by word, deed or inaction, but the brunt of the misfortune had nonetheless fallen upon his head." Hehe. Read on if you haven't yet, it's hilarious!


Hmm. I'm still not sure I've figured out this formatting thing.


I wrote three stories; but one of them was something I actually started writing years ago, and the Remix Madness provided an opportunity to pull it out.

For [personal profile] syrena_of_the_lake , I wrote Dear Jenna, Father Christmas (and Ilbereth), a remix of a three-sentence fic of hers that she wrote in response to my prompt... yeah, I did do that.

Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: The Father Christmas Letters - J. R. R. Tolkien
Characters: Father Christmas, North Polar Bear, Paksu, Valkotukka, Ilbereth
Additional Tags: Mischief
Language: English
Words: 217
Chapters: 1/1

Arm wrestling with the cubs wasn't the best idea. Letting them pack the chocolates was a worse idea.

It needed to be put into proper letter form, you see!

Ilbereth's post scriptum was actually inspired by a little brochure we had when I was a child (it must still be lying around somewhere), full of lavish illustrations of ways you can re-purpose ordinary items and junk and fruit and vegetables into toys and ornaments. With handwriting and poems. There was a Christmas section. I'm not sure there were any orange rind boats, but the spirit of it was an obvious fit.


For [personal profile] edenfalling , I wrote a missing scene from her work In Song and Story, Truth and Nothing but Truth

Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis
Relationship: Edmund Pevensie & Peridan
Characters: Edmund Pevensie, Peridan (Narnia), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Newspapers
Language: English
Words:344
Chapters:1/1

Edmund wants to establish newspapers, but he keeps running into problems. Do newspapers print the truth?

In which Edmund's search for people willing to undertake the newspaper project continues, unsuccessfully. Because Narnians do not know what newspapers are, and my headcanon Peridan (who, if he is Methos, does...) could not refrain from pointing out another obvious glitch in Edmund's argument. It's a glitch that has been discussed many times over the years in this family, which is, I guess, why it jumped to my mind immediately when reading the original story.

The two ladies in the story, Amathea the Naiad laundress and Lady Dariam of Heather downs, are people I came up with for The Peridan Chronicles, though neither of them has made it to the main body of the story yet - Amathea is mentioned in a deleted scene and Lady Dariam ought to be mentioned in a chapter I haven't managed to finish yet.


The third story, the one I'd written before, is Survivors, inspired by daegaer's Captain Crowley series, particularly Bright with his Splendour and a short WW2 piece published on LiveJournal that doesn't seem to have made it to their AO3 account. And by LeonaWriter's delightful story And He Smiled over at FF.net; that wasn't part of the challenge, it's just just because it found its way into it inevitably, it's that lovely. I think I'll leave this one for another post...

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