*puppy dog eyes* this is to keep my brain from exploding

[bedlamsbard]

...suddenly I want to write PC Lucy fic, where Caspian walks in on her telling stories of the Golden Age to groups of Narnians. And, again, Dust Lucy, which, seriously, Dust 13, which means Dust 12 has to be finished first.

No, really, where did all the Lucy come from? For some reason my brain just keeps clicking on Lucy related songs while I'm listening to music and that sets me off. So far I have added Patty Griffin (although this song is also now on my Dust playlist, so I'm not sure whether it's general Lucy or just Dust Lucy), Heather Dale (which makes me want to write post-Conquest Redux Lucy on a rampage in the Petaverse, and dude, I didn't even have post-Conquest Redux Lucy in Water until I heard this), and Kasey Chambers (this is my general Lucy). I mean, okay, we've also got some additions to the Dust playlist, with my usual, "Why the hell is this relevent? I have no idea, but it is." Like this. Why is this relevent to Dust? Who knows.

*twitches* I need to write happy Golden Age fic. Prompts, anyone? I can add them to my collection of prompts that I look at when I go, "OH MY GOD I MUST WRITE AND I HATE EVERYTHING I HAVE IN PROGRESS RIGHT NOW."

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[isweedan]

You want to write more excerpts from Golden Age and Pre-Golden Age history. *nods*
And expand your ideas on Jadis slowly infiltrating Narnia. Because I never before IN MY LIFE have considered how she came to power. I mean, just turning on the snow and appearing *poof!* to rule in a spiky castle, killing (or petrify) the intelligentsia, and setting up Evil Queen shop wouldn't really cut it, would it? Political machinations! Dwarven motivations! (chaneling LOTR now) The Long Defeat! (Oh wait, this is not happy Golden Age fic, oops?)

But if any of the pre-queen crowd were preserved for a century and then restored by Aslan what an interesting experience they'd have.

"Hullo! what ar--...*stoneify**unstoneify*...Aslan?!"

To tie in with your love for incorporating New Orleans, how about things involving kitchens and cooking? 'cos there were some funky looking things at brunch this morning that were covered in powdered sugar and now I ache for beignets.

Lucy and her Queen's Riders fic? Songs and Playwrights?

Wee Golden Age Pevensies being schooled in Narnian history would ROCK. But more of Peter's failed engagements as comedy of manners would also rock.

Arg. I have such a strange time of it now, imagining Happy Things happening in your Golden Age. Does not compute.

[ineptshieldmaid.livejournal.com]

I would like to hear more about Lucy's affairs!

[almostinstinct.livejournal.com]

Groundhog ficlet!

[westingturtle.livejournal.com]

Lucy in Be Like Water! With Edmund cameos!

less lucy, more edmund, some meta

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

"You're a hammer, Ed," Lucy says, kicking her heels up where she's sitting on the Stone Table. She seems to delight in defiling the thing this way -- as for himself, Edmund can barely look at it without shuddering. Too close, too damned close -- sixteen years later and it still haunts him, how close he'd come to being gutted on it.

"What?" he says.

Lucy says it again, and adds, "You think all problems are nails, and that if you hit them long enough, you'll solve them."

"I don't think all problems are nails," Edmund says, absurdly hurt. "And if you hit most things long enough, something gets solved. Anyway, if that doesn't work, that's what you and Su are for."

"Su's nearly as bad as you and Peta, though," Lucy says amiably. She grins mischievously at him. "Maybe you're overcompensating for being the only boy in a family of girls."

"Oh, shut up," Edmund says. "I got more than enough of that from everyone else, never mind you."

She props her chin on her fist. "I wonder what you'd have been like if there was another boy in the family? If Susan was -- oh, I don't know, Samuel."

"Scared," Edmund says promptly. "He probably would have been an awful bully, like a certain sister of ours I can name. At least I can run faster than Su."

"Don't be obnoxious, Ed," Lucy says. She snaps her fingers. "What if Peta had been Peter?"

Edmund gives her a disbelieving look. She shrugs. "Do you think she -- he -- would still like boys?"

Edmund covers his face with one hand and says into his palm, "Hardly relevent to the matter at hand, Lu."

He sees her grin at him through his fingers. "Well, if he was shagging Caspian into next week --"

There's a choking sound from behind him.

"What are we talking about, now?" Peta asks, as Edmund turns to see her strolling in with Caspian at her side.

Lucy bounces in her seat. "Do you think you'd still be shagging Caspian if you were a boy, Peta?"

"I think I'd be concentrating on winning a certain war," Peta says, although she smiles a little bit. Caspian is studiously studying the space over Lucy's head, his ears burning scarlet.

She continues, "Is Su not back yet, then?"

"She's still out on patrol," Edmund says. "She was due back an hour ago -- you want we should send someone looking? We usually wait until it's been longer than that, especially with the weather the way it is." He gestures vaguely at the walls -- it's been raining nonstop for more than a week now. There's a spate of broken bones, sprains, and colds in the makeshift infirmary, and they're all sincerely hoping no one gets pneumonia.

"No, we'll wait," Peta says, giving him a patient look. She should know; she wrote the bloody rules. "I'll take over for her with the archers, then; Aslan knows I need the practice."

"Don't shoot anyone," Edmund says, grinning at her.

She ignores him and curls her fingers around Caspian's sleeve, dragging him along with her. "And for the record," she says to him, loud enough that Edmund and Lucy can still hear her easily, "even if I were a boy, I'd still think you were bloody gorgeous."

Caspian's ears go red again.

Lucy turns back towards Edmund. "If you were a girl," she says, "do you think you'd still like girls?"

[starsimpulse.livejournal.com]

I really want some Lucy pevencest from The Golden Age.

PLEASE.

off the top of my head

[redangel618.livejournal.com]

- lucy and tummnus playing a game.
- lucy playing with dolls or other child's toy to throw off some diplomat.
- susan at spring planting festival. kissing a faun or several would be a bonus.
- pevensies playing a distinctly narnian card game at the professors after getting back. fun with no excessive angst.
- someone getting fitted for clothes or armour.
- someone making secret contact with a spy at a state function. coded messages.
- peter learning how to use a new weapon.
- first time lucy got drunk.
- narnian sex ed.
- eating a strange food for the first time and having it become a favorite. the first person to eat a crawfish or an oyster or an artichoke had to either be really hungry or lost a bet.

[cupiscent.livejournal.com]

KASEY CHAMBERS?! I hold off on reviling you only because I hold you in such high esteem otherwise. *G*

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I HEART COUNTRY/FOLK MUSIC. Thus the Patty Griffin, Shawn Colvin, Emmylou Harris, Heather Alexander, Heather Dale, Alanis Morissette -- well, she's practically mainstream.

[cupiscent.livejournal.com]

I'm partly kidding. That sort of stuff isn't my cup of tea, but I'm particularly prejudiced against Ms Chambers. YEARS ago, she was responsible for one of those "this is the most annoying song I have ever heard and suddenly it is EVERYWHERE OMG MAKE IT STOP" songs. She collaborated with Paul Kelly on one of his bluegrass albums, which is awesome, but it still doesn't quite even the score for that fucking song.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Ah, one of those songs. Truly understandable, then.