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101 Negima Fic Ideas Thread Game
List of ideas - pick an idea that isn't already taken and go for it!
RULES 1. A fic is as long or as short as you want. 2. Rule of Fun is in effect. If you're tired of the fic you're working on,stop. 3. When you post the next part of your fic, post a link to the previous part if it's not on the same page. 4. [[quoteblock]] is encouraged but not necessary.
Troper's Original Fanfic
edited 12th Feb '11 5:43:00 PM by AckSed
SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION TIME!
^ It's basically everything I've ever wanted to throw into the Negima saga. Just for major kicks and giggles. Including crossovers out of the wazoo, and Ship Tease of pretty much everyone with everyone else.
EDITS AND UPDATES:
Watchtower14's Magister Ranmagi. Negima-Ranma 1/2 crossover:
The Ala Iridia group:
edited 10th Apr '11 2:15:43 PM by NapoleonDeCheese
Moved to 1st post
edited 3rd Nov '10 9:25:23 PM by AckSed
The Importance of Being Chamo-kun, Part One.
"Are you going to take much longer?" Asuna was starting to get really annoyed now.
Keep on trying me and I won't do it, the morbidly obese orange furball warned, his right paw STILL lazily pulling the piece of chalk across the ground.
"Hey, that's my line!" the redhead angrily snapped. "I've been standing here like an idiot for hours waiting for you to finish! It's only a circle! You aren't drawing the sketches for Tokyo Tower!"
The cat gave Negi an annoyed look. I told you we should have gone with the cook. Say, maybe you still can bring her here. And bring me some pork buns while you're at it.
Asuna stomped on the cat's head. "Like Hell! I haven't come this far just for you to toss me aside for someone who can feed you until you explode!"
"Asuna-san, please..." Negi weakly pleaded.
His feline friend tossed the chalk down, frustrated. Ooohh, I can't take any more of this! I need a nap to clear my troubled mind up. I can't work this way, I just can't. He turned his back on Asuna, laid down pulling his teddy bear towards himself, and quickly began snoring.
Asuna's face went bright red as smoke began to steadily blow out of her ears. "I should— I should— I should—!!!"
The cat interrupted his sleeping just long enough to wave a finger around. Whatever it is, in six hours, please. Be careful the circle's not erased in the meanwhile. I'll finish it later. Yeah.
Then Asuna began to strangle him, and Akamatsu-sensei realized it wouldn't work after all.
"ERRRNKKK!!" the penguin yelled while holding an useless clawed wing up. "ERRRNKKK, ERRNKK, ERNK ERNK! SKWALLLL!!!"
"... Haruna, can you understand what is he trying to tell us?" Yue hopefully asked.
Her taller friend shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine."
"SKWAKKKKK!" Pen-Pen hopped up and down in place. "SKAWWK, SKAWWK, SKAAAWWK! ERNK, ERNK!"
"I wish Negi-sensei were here," Yue sighed. "He's the only one who can understand him."
"He looks quite steamed up," Kazumi pondered rubbing her chin. "Maybe he's trying to warn us about something."
"What is it, Pengy?" Haruna petted him. "Little Timmy fell down a well?"
Annoyed at being mocked, Pen-Pen slapped her hand away with a flipper. "EEEEERNKK!! ERNK, ERNK, ERNK!"
It was then that Nodoka walked into the room with a resignated, yet mortified expression.
"Ah, Honya-chan!" Kazumi perked up. "Good thing you're here! Can you use your Artifact and read Penny's mind? We can't make head or tails of what's going on with him."
"Actually, I already did," the librarian pulled a few cans out of the bag she was holding. She offered one of them at the bird, who quickly snatched it away, popping it open with his sharp beak and rushing to drink its contents down.
Then he belched.
"Out of all the magic-savvy penguins in the world, we had to get the one who's addicted to beer," Yue mused.
Looking back at it, it could have worked, but the sponsors complained it could push younger audiences towards drinking. So they made a middle of the road compromise with the chain smoking ermine. At least they could change the cigarettes to chocolate ones in the animated adaptation.
Hopefully no digitally edited lollipops, though.
More to come later.
Idea: Ack Sed edits his start post to include links to all ff.net stories, organized by troper. That way if we want to find a specific story, we don't have to do an Archive Trawl. Also maybe a short summary or something, in case people who didn't come here direct from the Negima thread are interested.
Also, for the 101 fics, I suggest that everytime we post a bit of the story, we put a link to the post on the relevant entry on the Negima Thread Ideas page so we have links to all of them on that page.
Also also: Shameless Self-Promotion:
edited 3rd Nov '10 8:31:50 PM by JapaneseTeeth
I already posted this confession in the Lemon Fanfic thread, but for anyone who doesn't read it, I'd still like to say I owe a lot of my Negima writing style, for better or worse, to Miscalculation (Warning- NSFW):
A Day Indoors was another major inspiration, especially for More than Fifty Four...
edited 4th Nov '10 3:37:50 PM by NapoleonDeCheese
I really shouldn't find that surprising.
I really don't know what my writing style is influenced by. Anything and everything, really. I actually don't read all that much of it. Writing it is fun though.
EDIT: As an idea of what I was talking about above, I to linked Overmaster's post with the "importance of being Chamo" fic on the ideas page. Nice to keep everything in one place.
edited 3rd Nov '10 8:44:19 PM by JapaneseTeeth
^ You didn't find the first part of my statement surprising, the second one, or both?
A little of both, given the amount of crack you usually have in your stuff. When If we ever get this 101 thing done, I think we should choose one fic idea, outline a basic plot, and then we all write our own fics of it and see how each troper applies his own style.
But we'll stick with the 101 stories for now. No point in biting off more than we can chew. (Which I'm probably doing already, as I'm trying to write Nerima, Artifact Abuse, the 101 fics, and do uber homework, all at once.)
Also, if Ack Sed wants to post all of "Makie and the Brain" in one post, we could link to that too.
@Ack Sed: in the "Rules" post, you might want to include a link to where the 101 ideas are listed with a note like "pick an idea that isn't already taken and go for it." Also, you might want to use bullet points in the first post. It would really make it neater.
edited 3rd Nov '10 8:50:51 PM by JapaneseTeeth
^First the shotgun, then the sniper rifle? I like it. =D
Gonna start on (Working title) The Melancholy of Negi Springfield now. ...I have to get up at 8:30 tomorrow, but damn if I can help myself.
I had forgotten this little piece I once wrote. It isn't much, but even so... Setsuna/ Mana.
Should edit these into my last post, but can't be arsed. Pimp time!
Oranges, Chao/Hakase one-shot.
Night Of The Party, KonoSetsu two-shot.
Teatime, NegiChacha oneshot.
Lanterns, incomplete, darker take on Zazie's ghostly friends.
Aaand Thirty-One, my unabashed favorite.
Thirty One is my favorite of yours, too.
But I also have a soft spot for Oranges.
Should we add this page to the Negima fanfic recommandation page when this really gets going. Oh and the Negima Gundam/Macross crossover will be oneshot. I'll try to make it funny as possible but we'll see.
And BAM Chapter 7 of Nerima is complete. I messed around with the POV and such a bit more in this chapter. Feedback would be great; I want to know if it works well (I like it, it was fun to write), or if I should stick closer to the original stuff.
Outside of the 101 stories, I've had an idea for a Yue/Nodoka fic bouncing around. I want to write it because I'd get to practice my style more; my current fics all deal with absurd situations, so I'd like to take a fairly simple idea, but put some time into describing how it unfolds. Also: I'll take almost any excuse to do yuri material.
edited 3rd Nov '10 9:20:31 PM by JapaneseTeeth
@Top post: Sorry, Ack... my self-aggrandizing 'my unabashed favorite' is not a satisfactory description, and also looks like you're saying it's your favorite. -_-; Use this one instead: 'Thirty-one entries for thirty-one girls, varying in length from haiku to several pages.'
Sorry about that.
Also: #65, The Melancholy of Negi Springfield, is tentatively done!
It’s, well… let’s put it this way. It’s been a long day for me… the train ride was brutal, for one, and –
“What’s that got to do with anything? I don’t care if you’re falling asleep standing up, you’re a member of the Dan now, and I expect you to act like it,” said the girl who had started this whole debacle, tucking her hair behind her ear. There were others in the room, too – students about my age, wearing uniforms that I assumed marked them as students from this school, with the exception of one… why she was wearing a maid costume, I’m not entirely sure. Bringing my attention back to the girl with ribbons in her hair, though, I imagine I could gather a basic idea. More importantly, though,
“Um… I’m terribly sorry, but what Dan is that?” I asked. I spoke at a normal level, but somehow it just sounded quiet in the room when the ribbon-girl wasn’t speaking. Likely because she tended to redefine ‘loud’ when she was – and from the look of things, I’d asked just the wrong question. Looking to the other boys in the room was no help – one just smiled apologetically at me, and the other turned away, muttering what could have been “Now you’ve done it” or even “Yare yare”.
“’What Dan is that’, he says,” she announced to the other students with an evil chuckle, leaning forward into my face. Now granted, I have… less reason than most to be sensitive to personal space invasion, but something about this girl, a year younger than me, made it hard to ignore her. “What Dan is that? Well, I’ll tell you,” she shouted suddenly, running around the table in the center of the room – narrowly avoiding knocking over the maid-costumed girl – and stamping a foot squarely onto the head of the table. “We members of this Dan, renowned the world over, have only one –”
“Y—your skirt, Su—” the maid girl… I’m going to use the word wibbled, because ‘melted’ isn’t an auditory verb… wibbled, dashing around the table. The ribbon girl ignored her aside from giving her a sharp look, presumably for interrupting her speech, and did nothing to fix her skirt… not that I was looking, naturally...
“Anyway,” she said, tugging on her armband. “Like I was saying, we members of this Dan, renowned the world over, have only one mission, only one guiding principle in our entire lives! Laws and rules are all well and good, but this takes precedence! So listen carefully!” She paused, clearing her throat, then pulled herself up to stand on the table itself.
“My goal – our goal – is…” she paused again, looking around at the other students, nodding… not quite encouragingly at them. Threateningly, perhaps. So it was that three of them – the smiling boy, the maid girl, and the ribbon girl – said the following sentence:
“To find aliens, time travelers, sliders and espers and have fun with them!”
edited 4th Nov '10 6:35:18 PM by RedSavant
Someone else will have to add the links to the fics in Thread Ideas - too tired right now. Anyway,here's the first part of Makie and the Brain:
27. Makie and the Brain
Makie (sitting before a small cage placed on her nightstand): "Tell me, Brain-sama... What are we going to do tonight?"
Mouse in the cage: "The same thing we do every night, Makie... Try to take over the world!"
Makie and the Brain They're Makie and the Brain Yes, Makie and the Brain One is a genius, the other's just plain He is egomaniacal, she's very nice Their series have been spliced They're wacky They're Makie and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain Before each night is done Their plan will be unfurled By the dawning of the sun They'll take over the world They're Makie and the Brain Yes, Makie and the Brain Their twilight campaign Is easy to explain To prove their lousy worth They'll overthrow the Earth They're wacky They're Makie and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain - KAWAII!
But his plans...
"Tonight, we shall set into motion a plan so deviously subtle, so daring, that my name shall be spoken with awe forever more!"
Makie sighed. "All right Brain. Can you help me with my homework again? Ooh, I rhymed!"
Brain glared at Makie. "Of all the owners I could have had, it had to be you. You are not taking me seriously!"
"I am, I am! It's just I reeeally need to pass this maths test and you're so smart that it'd only take a minute..." Smart or not, flattery always got somewhere with him.
"I suppose I could spare the small amount of time it would take to demolish your teacher's pretensions of grandeur. Very well! Open my cage and hand me my pencil!"
Makie unlatched the cage door to let Brain jump out onto the bed as she took out her homework. The first time he'd walked upright, she'd thought he was doing a trick just for her, and had squeed and clapped excitedly. The shock of hearing him say, "I am NOT your performing dog." had ended that. Honestly, it was still cute.
The Brain (as he'd insisted upon being called ever since) took the proffered pencil stub and began muttering over her homework. "Quadratic equations - your teachers are even more moronic than I suspected. Calculus and trigonometry are true tools! But here is how it goes..." Makie tried her best to follow along as he explained. The others in 2-A wondered why she had so much time for gym - it was like her homework did itself lately.
The dreaded homework was seen to within fifteen minutes. Now for the other part, the part that exhausted her and was the real reason for her erratic grades. The way he explained it, a world under him did seem nice, and he wasn't malicious, not like Haruna could be... it was just she couldn't see how a mouse could rule the world. She kept this to herself.
The Brain began to pace across the bedspread. "Makie! What is the current price for a square metre of land in downtown Tokyo?"
"Uum... a lot?"
"Indeed, Makie, it is 'a lot', but not as much as you would think, after the real-estate bubble. According to my calculations, it is due to rise appreciably with the new influx of second generation Japanese returning to set up business in their home country. If I buy it, they will take advantage of the cheap land, their businesses will flourish and drive up prices, then I shall sell it off to the highest bidder and utilise the money to make the first step on my path to WORLD DOMINATION! Are you with me?"
"Yes Brain!", said Makie, carried along by his enthusiasm. "Only... I don't have the money to buy land, and I'm not sure a 14-year-old girl can own property legally."
"Bah - a mere trifle. Never fear, for this is the most brilliant part. In order to acquire enough yen to buy land in Tokyo and corner the market in the most lucrative real estate area in the world, I shall steal the Tokyo Tower!"
Even sneaking out of the door, bundled up in her darkest hoodie and grey jogging bottoms, was making Makie's heart pound so loudly she was sure the guard on duty downstairs could hear it, and she wasn't even in the university labs yet. Hinata-san always fell asleep around this time, but she could be merciless if you were caught after curfew; in her opinion, the only reason any girl would want to sneak out was to meet a BOY.
Makie wondered if she could get away with telling her the truth: working towards a better tomorrow by helping a superintelligent mouse steal and ransom the Tokyo Tower. She didn't quite believe it herself.
She looked over the plan in the glow of the emergency lights.
1. Sneak into Hakase's lab and 'borrow' necessary components. 2. ??? 3. PROFIT
"Ah, Brain-sama," she whispered, "I'm not so sure I understand this plan."
The Brain poked his head out from under her hood. "Why? I have simplified it to a level that even your intellect can comprehend. Besides, the complicated part is simply too complicated to summarise. It is your job to convey me there so I can begin my work."
She sighed (quietly) and leaned over the banister with a little mirror to confirm that Hinata-san was asleep. Lucky! Her heartbeat dropped to something approaching normality. She swung over the banister and hung by her fingertips, dropping down from the first floor and landing on the heavy carpet with barely a thump. They approached the front desk, where Brain scuttled across to the security system and tapped in the code; it blinked off. Brain ran up her arm and into her hood again.
Stopping only to change her slippers for her second-best trainers from her pack, she opened the door and slipped out.
edited 3rd Nov '10 9:40:05 PM by AckSed
@JT: The more you change around stuff,the more I like it. Straight genderflips are boring.
It's 4:50 AM here. Sleep now. Night!
edited 3rd Nov '10 9:49:52 PM by AckSed
Like I used to do back at the Negima thread, I'll keep on posting my Unequally... updates here for critics and refining before completing the chapters and posting them at FF.Net. If that's okay with everyone, of course.
First, more of the standard insane crossover fare and ominous foreshadowing. Including a recasting twist born out of hell itself.
177A Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village.
Stephen Strange stood calmly perusing through the ancient tomes of his library. Book after book, for the last few hours, without ever saying a single word.
Wong's figure stood at the doorway then, with his arms crossed behind his back.
"Master," the Tibetan man announced, "As much as I hate to interrupt your estimulating research binges, I must bring you news of a visit."
"Tell the Guardian to come in, Wong," Strange absently nodded, closing a thick manuscript down. "I knew it would come to this eventually."
"Very well, Sir," the manservant respectfully bowed before leaving. "Ring the bell if you need tea, snacks, your lawyer's number, or... private protection."
The taller man sighed. Had Wong ever been that... special... in past iterations?
Regardless, there was no time for such trivail considerations. not when the woman carrying the long, thin Key of Time itself calmly strode into the room, with the aplomb and subtle majesty befitting her role.
She had short blond hair, and a black mole under her left eye. Cold green eyes, and a svelte, appealing body, still youthful and healthy, showcased by her short skirted outfit, with tall and shiny black boots, a large bow over her chest, and a golden tiara on her forehead.
He coldly focused his eyes on hers. "Doctor Akagi."
"Stephen," she greeted back. "It's been a while."
"If you say so," With a polite gesture, he invited her to sit down, a chair moving itself near her. She accepted it gracefully, never letting her staff aside, always keeping it firmly gripped.
"Thank you," the woman said. "No doubt, you already know why am I here."
"Mahora," Strange spoke.
"Mahora," she confirmed. "I'm going to keep a close eye this time."
"I can't say I approve," he dryly said, pulling a chair of his own and sitting down as well. "You, more than anyone else, should be aware of the need of not interfering."
"I know the world of mages is strictly under your supervision, but this situation in particular has spilled over well into our domain by now," the woman countered. "This can't keep itself for long, and you know it. I'm sorry."
He slowly shook his head, his chin vaguely resting on the back of a hand. His eyes were quiet but deeply cynical, like those of someone who has seen too much. "No, you aren't. And you probably shouldn't be. Maybe, after all, I'm the one who is in the wrong here."
He breathed deeply. "I won't attempt to stop you. You have your ways, different from those of Meioh Setsuna. It doesn't mean I agree with them, but I can respect them. And place a vote of trust upon you."
"I wouldn't have accepted this role if I hadn't fully believed I could live up to her legacy. Thats' exactly why do I have do this. Rest assured, the Gate of Time will be safe during my absence."
He nodded. "I know. That isn't what concerns me."
"Then exactly what?"
"The same thing that concerns you. This time, we cannot predict the outcome. This time, the outline is all but impossible to follow."
"I'll supervise it personally, then," she promised. "And I'll stop them if I need to."
Stephen Strange hummed thoughtfully. "Just pray your protector planet that doesn't just open the door... for something much worse, Sailor Pluto."
And then, more of that morally ambiguous and overall nebulous skewed relationship development:
As much as Chamo had insisted on the need of training in the use of Artifacts, especially together, it had been truly difficult, borderlining the nearly impossible, to pull that off. They simply had nowhere to do that. Misora's club had meeting every other day, and finding a large empty lot away from curious eyes at a superpopulated campus had proved to be a task beyond any of the team members' capacities.
The team, Chisame thought as she lazily tapped on her keyboard. It was so weird to think of them as that. Maybe 'Desperate Temporal Alliance to Survive' would be more accurate, although Sensei and the other idiots seemed to be almost warming up to the notion of becoming a group now.
Regardless, she, at the very least, had found a good use for her own Artifact. With the mice's help, she had boosted her webpage's popularity to astonishing levels; from getting links all across the Web to improve her layout and image quality to degrees she never had thought possible. Kotokon's page had been left behind in the dust.
Chamo, of course, had been angry about her wasting time on that instead of using her Artifact for offense and defense practices, but she had silenced him out with a few fine cosplay pics.
Satomi had tested her Artifact with the Robotics Club a few times, passing it off as a design of her own creation. The results, she had said, were nothing short of amazing; she could benchpress nearly a ton or something like that, not to mention punching holes through walls, blah, blah, blah. That was the scary part. The scarier part was she was talking about improving upon it herself. The scariest part was Chisame was sure she could do it.
Misora had a harder time with hers, since it was a pain to find a place where to run faster than the Road Runner without bumping into something or, worse, someone. But at least, she had said, it had secretly made finishing her chores at the church a lot faster and easier. Much more time to waste around doing nothing with Cocone afterward. Whoever 'Cocone' was. Sensei had said something about her being a friend of Misora.
Still, they should have a few more days left to find a practice place until the next full moon. With any luck, Eva wouldn't attack her even during that first full moon. Maybe she only was boasting, even! Yeah, fat chance.
Chisame sighed while she turned her computer off. The fruits of the Internet victory were highly sweet to munch onto, but after enjoying them, she actually felt somewhat empty. It had been to easy. It robbed her from a lot of the thrill, of the challenge.
Her gaze wandered over to Hakase, sleeping on the lower bunk without any care in the world, drooling out of a corner of her mouth. As usual, the brat had sleepwalked over to lie at her side, right where he slept now clutching Satomi's blue pajama-clad body like a koala hugging its tree.
Hasegawa breathed out, undoing her ponytail so her long hair flowed down. For a moment she only stood there, relatively fresh off the shower, wearing only her panties and a very long white shirt, the top two buttons off revealing some developing cleavage, which covered past down her crotch and until the middle of her thighs. If the brat could see her then, she would have freaked out (almost as much as him), but as it was now, she actually could bear it.
The ermine slept heavily in his pilfered underwear drawer. Good thing, too. That at least kept him out of hers.
Chisame paused before going up to her bunk, watching at both of her placidly sleeping human roommates.
Sensei had not slept with her in days. Was it a result of Hakase's bed simply being more at hand, or did he, for some reason, just prefer her nightly company?
Eh. As if Chisame cared.
Still, she didn't move yet.
She hugged her upper body. The night was cold.
For a moment, she wondered how would it feel... to...
The teenager debated what to do with herself for a few moments, and in a full state of good mind, her rational part would have won fair and square. But she was sleepy and feeling cold, and for some stupid reason, snuggling over with them looked like a good idea. Only for a few brief moments, yeah. No more.
Just to know how would it feel like. For that once, and nothing more.
Quietly, in a perfect silence, she wobbled ahead working herself into the bed. Awkwardly, she maneuvered her body behind Sensei's, lying down touching his back with her chest, very slightly. He squirmed a bit, made an incoherent sound, but never opened his eyes. Half-satisfied with the result, she passed an arm over him, then to lazily envelope it over Hakase's petite frame as well.
And it felt good.
It was so freaking wrong.
She was holding them both close to her, and it was disgusting and stupid and bothersome, but at the same time, it just felt too warm and comforting to describe it with words.
She closed her eyes, muttering to herself. She only would enjoy a hour or two of that, then go back to her own bunk and forget all that ever happened. Yes, now that was a good plan! A really great one, yessir.
She slowly fell asleep with her chin coming to rest upon Negi's right shoulder.
edited 4th Nov '10 3:42:26 PM by NapoleonDeCheese
I'm not complaining. The only thing I have to point out about it right now is that in paragraph 5 you have "That was he scary part." I'd comment on the non-typo related aspects as well, but I'm dead tired, so my advice probably wouldn't be all that useful.
I'll start work on my 101 fics tomorrow. The only thing worse than being tired all day is having to explain that you're tired all day because you stayed up too late discussing manga fanfic.
As such, I am going to bed. And chances are I'm going to dream about Negima in some form because I've been saturating in it all day. Hopefully Nodoka and Yue will be involved somehow.
edited 3rd Nov '10 10:03:27 PM by JapaneseTeeth
This post has been edited to be a directory of my meager offerings.
edited 11th Oct '11 6:10:18 AM by RadicalTaoist
Here are the 2 I have:
Initial N: A parody of the Takumi/Keisuke race in Initial D...with BROOMS!
Driver's Eyes: Project D comes to Mahora in search of a challenge.
i'd proberly try a stab at one of the 101's ... first Fic making :p
edited 4th Nov '10 5:40:58 AM by Sianistic
I call dibs on 96! And really, why stop at 34 kids?
edited 4th Nov '10 7:28:59 AM by SCMof2814
I call dibs on 28 and 48 (and will mark them as such on the page.) Hopefully I'll have some of it posted later today.
And I like the idea of starting a "community" on ff.net dedicated to the 101 fic idea.
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