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Apr. 21st, 2009 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
be_themoonUgh.
You know what I'm trying to do right now? Not drown in life. Write something that isn't fanfiction or crack.
This is proving really really hard.
So! To alleviate my distress, I'm reccing Susan-fics.
Went Forth Unconquered, by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gisho
Susan Pevensie is, in no particular order, an orphan, an atheist, remarkably beautiful, firmly practical, and a Queen. Depending on how the accounting is done, she is either eighteen or fourty-three years old. She is virtuous and kind. She is neither a virgin nor a fool.
If I had to pick only one Susan fic to recommend to someone, this would be it. It's really, really freakishly beautiful. REAAAD.
When All Will Be Forgiven, bypeskywhistpaw
The first time it happens, it is an accident. After that day, the one she never talks about, she takes to walking alone for hours on end. No more parties, no more friends, no more lipstick or fancy clothes. All that remains, and all that life is for Susan Pevensie, is the sound of her own footsteps on the soft ground of the woods.
This one is lovely. I think it could do without the Suspian overtones, but I still enjoy it a lot.
Dreams Are Which I'm Dying Are The Best I've Ever Had, byineptshieldmaid
The dreams stop when they come home: for Susan, at least, the dreams stop.
This is short but ever so lovely and sad.
You know what I'm trying to do right now? Not drown in life. Write something that isn't fanfiction or crack.
This is proving really really hard.
So! To alleviate my distress, I'm reccing Susan-fics.
Went Forth Unconquered, by
gisho Susan Pevensie is, in no particular order, an orphan, an atheist, remarkably beautiful, firmly practical, and a Queen. Depending on how the accounting is done, she is either eighteen or fourty-three years old. She is virtuous and kind. She is neither a virgin nor a fool.
If I had to pick only one Susan fic to recommend to someone, this would be it. It's really, really freakishly beautiful. REAAAD.
When All Will Be Forgiven, by
peskywhistpaw The first time it happens, it is an accident. After that day, the one she never talks about, she takes to walking alone for hours on end. No more parties, no more friends, no more lipstick or fancy clothes. All that remains, and all that life is for Susan Pevensie, is the sound of her own footsteps on the soft ground of the woods.
This one is lovely. I think it could do without the Suspian overtones, but I still enjoy it a lot.
Dreams Are Which I'm Dying Are The Best I've Ever Had, by
ineptshieldmaid The dreams stop when they come home: for Susan, at least, the dreams stop.
This is short but ever so lovely and sad.