Nanoha FanFiction Discussion

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by spawnofthejudge

I think Blood That Flows worked here because it was the porting of a character from Slayers and dropping them into a Nanoha setting, rather than the other way around. (I didn't read it, but that's not because I don't like Nanya; I don't like crosses)

*Throws spawn just to see if spawn explodes*

Anyway, heh, did eventually go to Lina's world and now have Slayers characters popping up in Nanoha's world, so...

[spawnofthejudge]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

*Throws spawn just to see if spawn explodes*

Dooooooooood! *boom*

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by spawnofthejudge

Dooooooooood! *boom*

*Spends 1 HL to revive you.*

[shiroi mahotsukai]

I suppose it's about time I actually wrote something.
This exists because of a persistent plot mote that hadn't grown into a bunny yet but was bouncing of the inside of my skull.
Also I consider it balance for what happened to her in Blood That Flows.

Spoiler for Memories of a King:

Memories of a King

“You know, looking back over my life I’ve done a lot. I’m certain I’ve managed to convince the Belkans that peace is far better for society than constant wars… most of them anyway. I’m also sure that I’ll go down in history for it, but those are times I look back on without any real sense of fondness, satisfaction certainly, but not happiness.

No, the happiest memories I have come from the gardens in the palace of Belka’s ruler. Those gardens were here long before I took my first steps in this world and will be here long after my bones have returned to dust. They are immutable and unchanging, not even the great wars touched the gardens. Perhaps it was a sign of what our people really believed in, that true beauty will endure, that even if this ugly world of ours presses in on it, it can survive and bloom into something wonderful. Or perhaps this is all the ramblings of an old woman looking back.

It makes me smile to remember the past, does that mean I had a good life? I wonder how everyone’s handling things now I’m not there anymore, does everything still function?”

The children grouped around the old woman’s bed listened with eager ears, they were used to this scene, every week they’d come here to listen to this strange lady talk about her past. They knew she was the former Saint Kaiser but that was how she had introduced herself “Just a strange old lady” she had said. They were sceptical at first, listening to an old person couldn’t be fun could it? But each tale of fabulous places and wondrous adventures kept them sitting there for hours, the lady never ran out of stories it seemed.

She couldn’t get up out of bed anymore, not without an aide and walking cane anyway, that had never dampened the fire in her eyes though, that passion hadn’t left her since her first battle. It was the fire of one who did everything with the same energy they fought with.

“It’s hot, that’s what I think of first when I remember battles, even in the dead of winter the heat of combat makes you sweat. The second thing is blood, so much blood. It doesn’t come out if it stains you know, you can’t understand if you don’t see it for yourself. The stillness after a fight where all you understand is that you’re still alive and the ones you’re fighting aren’t, and that’s all that matters to you. You don’t care what you were fighting for, be it money, loyalty or revenge, you just enjoy the sweet taste of sheer life.

You remember that, don’t you Klaus? The first time we fought on the same side, at the end we could barely stand up, we had to help each get back up that hill. They probably thought we were mad, two young knights spattered with blood and gore laughing uncontrollably rolling down the hill after the third attempt to climb had failed. We stayed there that night, in the aftermath of bloody slaughter, we didn’t make a fire – no one wanted to see what was left there.

We dressed each other’s wounds and collapsed against each other waiting. It was one of those moments for me, that instant of clarity that stays with you for your entire life. Just the two of us talking, it was only then I even learned your name, and you wouldn’t have told me if I hadn’t asked. I think on it now and I realise that I learned more about you in that one conversation than I did in the decades we’ve known each other since; we poured our hearts out to each other like two old friends.

Where are you Klaus? What are you doing? Are you happy? I feel as though I’d like to see you again, one more time before the inevitable happens. You’ve been a great friend to me for so long, I won’t feel as though it’s complete unless you’re there with me when it happens. I know you’re married now and you have a child, how old is she twelve? Fourteen, maybe? I can’t remember such things, but if they will come bring them, I think I’d like to see them once.”

The Saint King slowly drifted off to sleep. As the woman by the bedside continued to write out what the tired old lady had said – for the fourth time, but she’d promised to copy down everything – a rhythmic knocking rang through the room as the door slowly swung open. Standing framed in the doorway was a bent old man, his head devoid of all but the wispiest tufts of hair and his steps shuffling as he entered the small bedroom. Directly behind him came a young girl, her hair a shade of green that was hard to define, it seemed to shimmer between silver and green-brown as the lights illuminated her. In her eyes were the faintest glimmers of the passion her father had held almost all his life.

As the old man slowly walked towards the bed he stretched out one hand and laid it atop the hand of the former Saint King. At that comradely gesture the eyes of tired King fluttered open, settling on the child.

“If you remember only one thing about your father” she said “know that he was a man like no other and as he would always say with enough willpower anything is possible.”

“My wife sends her best, she was unable to attend to a sickness, but she said to give you her greetings.”

“Thank you Klaus.” With that her eyes drifted closed once again “Yes… thank you.”

She would never again open them.

[synaesthetic]

Originally Posted by Rising Dragon

Actually, synae, romance fics in Nanoha are generally extremely popular on Fanfiction.net, and not as popular here. The romances certainly don't hurt, but there are plenty of popular fics here where the romance isn't the main focus.

It was just my experience with FFT that romance ruled supreme back early last year--no offense to Nanya at all, but it was in the middle of A Day in the Life when I first started posting fics. I was lost under the Day comments.

Granted, I admit my first attempt at a Nanoha fic was too OC-centric and didn't focus enough on what made MGLN what it is--which I've learned from and applied the knowledge to false light, the call and Altered Course.

The last one there, remember that AU I wrote some time ago where Alicia never died? Yeah, I intend to finish it at some point, for no other reason than to troll the FF.net crowd with heavy Yuunoha vibes.

But not now... I need to go do homework, finish my paper due on Sunday, stuff my Java book in my head somehow... and work on my actual original writing!

(And then when DA2 hits on the third of March, it's just fucking over until I finish the game...)

[00-Raiser]

Originally Posted by synaesthetic

Altered Course.

The last one there, remember that AU I wrote some time ago where Alicia never died? Yeah, I intend to finish it at some point, for no other reason than to troll the FF.net crowd with heavy Yuunoha vibes.

I'm still eagerly awaiting that one, so on top of pissing off the FF.net crowd, you'll make me a happy person

As for what's popular, I'm not sure. I've written pretty much every type of fic under the sun and I can't really say any of them were popular =/

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by synaesthetic

It was just my experience with FFT that romance ruled supreme back early last year--no offense to Nanya at all, but it was in the middle of A Day in the Life when I first started posting fics. I was lost under the Day comments.

*shrugs*

I tend to have that effect on other fics for some odd reason.

Sorry.

[SilentOutlaw]

Originally Posted by 00-Raiser

I'm still eagerly awaiting that one, so on top of pissing off the FF.net crowd, you'll make me a happy person

As for what's popular, I'm not sure. I've written pretty much every type of fic under the sun and I can't really say any of them were popular =/

Well, you might not consider them popular but many people enjoy your fics and would love for an update soon *cough*Rise of the Daemon Kaiser*cough*

[00-Raiser]

Heh, yeah, I know people like my stuff, but I don't think any of my fics have ever 'set the thread on fire' like some I could name

[itanshi1]

well i wouldn't worry about fire, i mean even i got one page of mostly related discussions

[synaesthetic]

Originally Posted by 00-Raiser

I'm still eagerly awaiting that one, so on top of pissing off the FF.net crowd, you'll make me a happy person

I wasn't too surprised how that one got so much attention, despite only having a few small chapters written before being backburnered.

For the most part, MGLN fandom tends to react negatively to OCs, and Altered Course has no OCs--just re-imagined instances of existing ones.

I think I'll finish Altered Course before starting on the truth, since AC has short chapters in comparison (only 3-4 pages per chapter as opposed to false light, which had 15-30 pages a chapter).

[00-Raiser]

Well, people don't care for AUs too much either, and while I tend to avoid them, yours is an exception

[itanshi1]

Fanfiction is non canon by nature, its a matter of how far away from canon you attempt. It just harsh competition here given the nature of only so many posts allowed on a page.

[00-Raiser]

Well, I mean AUs like total AUs that start the story over from scratch, or cast Nanoha and Fate as office workers that have a torrid love affair or something convoluted like that.

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by 00-Raiser

I'm still eagerly awaiting that one, so on top of pissing off the FF.net crowd, you'll make me a happy person

You should have seen what happened in Moczo's reviews for his latest chapter of Infinity for implying Yuunoha in all of... two lines. He had several people threatening to drop his story for it.

[itanshi1]

I like those o.o; I mean i don't have to worry about it not fitting right, it builds its own continuity. People protest something they do not pay for? heh, I should go join a flash mob.

also, all writers fearing they might lose data should check this out.

[D2]

Originally Posted by shiroi mahotsukai

I suppose it's about time I actually wrote something.
This exists because of a persistent plot mote that hadn't grown into a bunny yet but was bouncing of the inside of my skull.
Also I consider it balance for what happened to her in Blood That Flows.

Spoiler for Memories of a King:

Memories of a King

“You know, looking back over my life I’ve done a lot. I’m certain I’ve managed to convince the Belkans that peace is far better for society than constant wars… most of them anyway. I’m also sure that I’ll go down in history for it, but those are times I look back on without any real sense of fondness, satisfaction certainly, but not happiness.

No, the happiest memories I have come from the gardens in the palace of Belka’s ruler. Those gardens were here long before I took my first steps in this world and will be here long after my bones have returned to dust. They are immutable and unchanging, not even the great wars touched the gardens. Perhaps it was a sign of what our people really believed in, that true beauty will endure, that even if this ugly world of ours presses in on it, it can survive and bloom into something wonderful. Or perhaps this is all the ramblings of an old woman looking back.

It makes me smile to remember the past, does that mean I had a good life? I wonder how everyone’s handling things now I’m not there anymore, does everything still function?”

The children grouped around the old woman’s bed listened with eager ears, they were used to this scene, every week they’d come here to listen to this strange lady talk about her past. They knew she was the former Saint Kaiser but that was how she had introduced herself “Just a strange old lady” she had said. They were sceptical at first, listening to an old person couldn’t be fun could it? But each tale of fabulous places and wondrous adventures kept them sitting there for hours, the lady never ran out of stories it seemed.

She couldn’t get up out of bed anymore, not without an aide and walking cane anyway, that had never dampened the fire in her eyes though, that passion hadn’t left her since her first battle. It was the fire of one who did everything with the same energy they fought with.

“It’s hot, that’s what I think of first when I remember battles, even in the dead of winter the heat of combat makes you sweat. The second thing is blood, so much blood. It doesn’t come out if it stains you know, you can’t understand if you don’t see it for yourself. The stillness after a fight where all you understand is that you’re still alive and the ones you’re fighting aren’t, and that’s all that matters to you. You don’t care what you were fighting for, be it money, loyalty or revenge, you just enjoy the sweet taste of sheer life.

You remember that, don’t you Klaus? The first time we fought on the same side, at the end we could barely stand up, we had to help each get back up that hill. They probably thought we were mad, two young knights spattered with blood and gore laughing uncontrollably rolling down the hill after the third attempt to climb had failed. We stayed there that night, in the aftermath of bloody slaughter, we didn’t make a fire – no one wanted to see what was left there.

We dressed each other’s wounds and collapsed against each other waiting. It was one of those moments for me, that instant of clarity that stays with you for your entire life. Just the two of us talking, it was only then I even learned your name, and you wouldn’t have told me if I hadn’t asked. I think on it now and I realise that I learned more about you in that one conversation than I did in the decades we’ve known each other since; we poured our hearts out to each other like two old friends.

Where are you Klaus? What are you doing? Are you happy? I feel as though I’d like to see you again, one more time before the inevitable happens. You’ve been a great friend to me for so long, I won’t feel as though it’s complete unless you’re there with me when it happens. I know you’re married now and you have a child, how old is she twelve? Fourteen, maybe? I can’t remember such things, but if they will come bring them, I think I’d like to see them once.”

The Saint King slowly drifted off to sleep. As the woman by the bedside continued to write out what the tired old lady had said – for the fourth time, but she’d promised to copy down everything – a rhythmic knocking rang through the room as the door slowly swung open. Standing framed in the doorway was a bent old man, his head devoid of all but the wispiest tufts of hair and his steps shuffling as he entered the small bedroom. Directly behind him came a young girl, her hair a shade of green that was hard to define, it seemed to shimmer between silver and green-brown as the lights illuminated her. In her eyes were the faintest glimmers of the passion her father had held almost all his life.

As the old man slowly walked towards the bed he stretched out one hand and laid it atop the hand of the former Saint King. At that comradely gesture the eyes of tired King fluttered open, settling on the child.

“If you remember only one thing about your father” she said “know that he was a man like no other and as he would always say with enough willpower anything is possible.”

“My wife sends her best, she was unable to attend to a sickness, but she said to give you her greetings.”

“Thank you Klaus.” With that her eyes drifted closed once again “Yes… thank you.”

She would never again open them.

Wow, the Sankt Kaiser doesn't mince the details when describing battles, even to little children, does she?

[shiroi mahotsukai]

Originally Posted by D2

Wow, the Sankt Kaiser doesn't mince the details when describing battles, even to little children, does she?

I doubt they would have understood the specifics, plus I think she might be a little senile at this point anyway.

[DKN117]

...fic abandoned

fanfiction.net only.

Once i figure out how to go back and delete all the bits i posted here, i will.

[Kuroi Hadou]

Originally Posted by RadiantBeam

You should have seen what happened in Moczo's reviews for his latest chapter of Infinity for implying Yuunoha in all of... two lines. He had several people threatening to drop his story for it.

And that's why I avoid shippers like the Plague and will never post a Nanoha story on FF.net.