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vincentwonhogh · 3 months
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for long i struggled to create an archetype for each of the pevensie siblings and assign them all a season of the year. i think i can now safely say they remind me of transitions between the seasons.
susan is a crisp breeze and the last breathtakingly beautiful icicles of cruel winter that transition into sweet snowdrops and daffodils peeking through a soft blanket of sparkly frost. she is the bringer of new hope and beginnings, for she often needs plenty encouragement herself. narnia brought out the best of her abilities. she steps first into the forest after a seasonal hibernation and her arrow sets motion to the first violets, rabbits and songbirds to wake up.
lucy takes the blooming to a whole new level, all flora and fauna dance with her swaying hair and her singing floods the air in warmth and pollen. her soul attracts the sun's magic from all corners of narnia and into your body. she is as playful and inquisitive as a fawn, yet fierce enough for the whole herd. she breathes life into the old apple tree that is her throne, and wildflowers make her crown.
peter is the ruler of the sweet aftermath, the sap and honey dripping from harvested trees as he slices the ripe fruit with his sword in gleeful celebration. his presence in the room roars respect but puts others at ease with his easy-going nature that is so correspondent with the maturity of the sun and fine wine that can be collected at this time. good spirits are drawn to him in nights slowly creeping closer and he welcomes prosperity into the country, so that his people are ready for the harsher season to come.
edmund, most sensible of all, bears the burden of the night in his mind, and he owns up bravely to this role brought on by fate. it wasn't his fault. but he understands no one else could so wisely and calmly deal with the nightmares lurking by the shortest day of the year. he is quick with decisions and no amount of stress could ever distract him from keeping his closest ones safe and sound in the cruel talons of winter. the gloomy rainy days are spent quietly reflecting and enganing the mind and curiosity thanks to this dedicated protector.
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gaymer-hag-stan · 1 year
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Not Skandar Kaynes, Edmund himself, retweeting this clearly WRONG opinion 🤣😭
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Like, would I betray my family over it? No, but lokums are AMAZING. Especially the rose and lemon flavours.
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dreamingofnarnia · 1 year
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A/N: Hi, this is a poem a wrote about how the Pevensies must have felt coming back to England. Just wanted to express those feelings. Hope that makes sense and I hope you like it!
Uncomfortable
The rustle of leaves, the birdsong
It was almost the same, but not quite right
Things seemed the same but everything was different
How do you live a life as someone else?
How do you experience the world from one point of view, only to have everything change and start from the beginning again?
It doesn’t seem fair
Nothing is right, yet nothing is wrong
But then again in a different body yet simultaneously the same body, how can one feel comfortable?
The questions that they had remained unanswered
Will it all make sense one day?
Hopefully but who knows
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talsiaa · 2 years
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Every Great King - Chapter Two (Prince Caspian x Reader)
Chapter Two - The Narnians
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*not my gif*
Series Summary: You had grown up with Caspian and naturally you were best friends. Completely inseparable for as long as you both could remember, learning with the professor together, attending (rather boring) balls and banquets and running around the castle grounds in the spring and summer. But then Miraz’s own son is born and Caspian’s life is at risk. From here the series follows the plot of Prince Caspian and then The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
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Posted - 06/04/22
You weren't quite sure how much time had passed since you had been knocked unconscious. It seemed like mere seconds but, of course, it couldn't have been. The feeling of a soft mattress beneath you made you almost not want to regain consciousness and deal with the pounding in your head but nevertheless your eyes fluttered opened and you were met with Caspian's face very close to your own. He was still knocked out with a bandage around his head. Noticing his made you realise you also had been bandaged up, which was confusing to say the least. Who would knock you out only to bandage you back up? Still, you were just thankful you had not been caught by the Telmarine soldiers.
Gaining some of your strength back, you slowly sat up and took the bandage from your head. Caspian started stirring too whilst your captures were having a conversation from around the corner. Ignoring their conversation for now, you stroked Caspian's hair very gently, guiding him back to consciousness without startling him. When he finally awoke, the corners of his mouth tugged upwards a little and you took his bandage off too.
"How's your head, your highness?" you whispered with a smirk, causing him to roll his eyes while he sat himself up too. You took this as his way of saying he's alright.
"This bread is so stale." a gruff voice complained, making a banging noise which you could only assume was the bread hitting off of the table. Caspian took the lead to gingerly clamber out of the bed and walk towards the voice, staying hidden around the corner with you just behind him, listening.
"I'll just get them some soup then." another, more gentle voice, said.
"You said you were going to get rid of them." the first voice again.
"No, I said I'd take care of them." and the second.
"Well, I don't think I hit either of them hard enough." you had to disagree with the mystery person, he had definitely hit you both hard enough. Maybe Caspian disagreed though. You doubted it.
"Nikabrik, they're just kids!" although the second person seemed to be on your side, you also took some offence to being called a child. You were both young, yes, but very mature for two 19 year olds.
"He's a Telmarine, not some lost puppy! And she's probably his wife, I should think." there was, truly, no way you could take offence to being assumed Caspian's wife.
"We can't kill either of them now, not after bandaging their heads! It'd be like murdering a guest," At this comment, Caspian looked back at you, worry in his eyes. You knew you both had to get out of there quickly if you wanted to live.
"On three," Caspian whispered to you, gesturing to the door. You nodded in agreement. "One..."
"Ah, and how do you think his friends are treating their guest?" The gruff voice sounded angry but upset at the same time. You felt sorry for him, his friend must have been taken by the soldiers and you knew what Miraz would do to him. If he was killed on the spot, it would be a mercy.
"Two..."
"Trumpkin knew what he was doing."
"Three!" you both darted towards the door, a badger (you were definitely going mad) dropping a bowl of soup and the dwarf who had knocked you out stopping you escape by blocking the door. Caspian grabbed a poker from a little barrel and blocked each blow Nikabrik threw at him but also stepped back, knocking you off your feet.
"Ow, Caspian!" you yelled, causing the pair to stop fighting and look at you. Caspian mumbled his apology and helped you back up.
"See!" Nikabrik poked his sword towards Caspian, who protectively put his arm in front of you, a reflex he had developed over the years. Although you weren't really sure what his arm was going to do if Nikabrik did come at you with a sword, it was a sweet gesture. "I told you we should've killed them." he sneered at you.
"You know why we can't!" the badger said. You decided the badger was definitely your favourite out of the pair.
"If you're taking a vote, I'm with him." Caspian finally spoke.
"I'd like to live too, thanks." you agreed.
"We can't let them go, they've seen us!" Nikabrik ignored you both, swinging his sword at Caspian who blocked him once again until the badger stopped him.
"That's enough Nikabrik!" it seemed to have some power over Nikabrik because he stopped almost immediately but not before throwing yet another glare in your direction. "Or do I have to sit on your head again?" The badger sighed, looking at the dropped soup. "Now look what you made me do! I spent half the morning on that soup."
"I'm sorry, I-I don't mean to be rude but," you stepped forwards a little so that you were no longer behind the young telmarine prince. "what are you?" This was a bit of a pointless question, though, because you and Caspian knew exactly what they were.
"It's funny. You'd think more people would recognise a badger when they saw one."
Caspian gave a nervous, breathy laugh. "I think she means...You're Narnians. You're meant to be extinct." It was true, you'd spent almost your whole life learning about old Narnian tales and all about the people with Caspian and the professor disappointed you both every time you asked and told you quite definitively that Narnians were extinct a long time ago. Yet here you were, talking to two.
"Sorry to disappoint." The badger shuffled to the kitchen area and brought back two small bowls of soup, placing them carefully next to each other at the table. Now that everything was a little calmer you were able to properly take in your surroundings.
If you weren't so nervous and still dazed from the blow on your head you would have been extremely excited about how adorable the little house was. Everything was made of oak and glowing orange from the small fires lit by the candles that were scattered around. It was exactly how you'd imagined a Narnian house in the middle of a forest would be.
"Here we are, still hot."
Neither you or Caspian moved.
"Since when did we become a boarding house for Telmarine soldiers and their wives?" Nikabrik complained once again, settling back into his seat at the table.
Caspian's shoulders relaxed a little and he straightened out his back, puffing out his chest. You almost rolled your eyes at him trying to seem taller when he already looked completely oversized in the tree trunk house. "I'm not a soldier! I'm Prince Caspian...the tenth."
"And I'm definitely not his wife. I'm Y \N." you also introduced yourself, nodding your head in thanks for the badger's hospitality.
"She’s a countess, actually." Caspian corrected your title for you, making you roll your eyes.
"Yes well, I thought I'd leave that part out. Hardly seemed important, Prince Caspian...the tenth." you looked at him now, a smirk playing on your lips once again.
"shut up," he shoved you indignantly for teasing him and you laughed, shoving him back.
"Well what are you both doing here, then?" Nikabrik demanded, seeming unmoved by the fact he was in the presence of his prince.
"Running away." Caspian shifted uncomfortably on the spot. "My uncle has always wanted my throne. I suppose I have only lived this long because he did not have an heir of his own."
"I hate to say I told you so..." you mumbled, Caspian glaring at you.
"Well, this changes things..." the badger looked thoughtfully at Caspian and Nikabrik scoffed.
"Yes, it means we won't have to kill you ourselves." he sneered. "Well, maybe just the girl."
At this, Caspian became the most awake and confident he'd been since you had left the castle. "You dare lay a finger on her. Not only will you have to fight me first but I can assure you, Y\N is skilled with a sword and will not hesitate to-"
"That's enough, Cas. I'm quite capable of defending myself and anyway, he's only trying to get a rise out of us." you told the prince sternly, being the only person other than maybe Doctor Cornelius who ever told him off for anything.
"I know." he said softly, still staring at Nikabrik, daring him to come anywhere near you. After a moment he went back around the corner to put his armour back on and handing you yours along with your sword.
"Where are you two going?" the badger sounded frustrated. You knew he only wanted to help but getting as far away from the castle as possible was still your priority.
"Miraz isn't going to stop until Caspian is dead. We've got no choice but to run." you shook your head, dismissively while clipping your armour in place. Noticing Capsian was ready to go too, you started towards the door again.
"wait!" the badger's cry made you both stop. "You're meant to save us! Don't you know what this is?" he was holding up the horn Caspian had used before you both succumbed to darkness.
"It's a horn." Caspian stated plainly.
"Yeah well done, Prince Obvious the tenth." you walked closer to the badger now, looking carefully at the horn. "Is it not meant to be Queen Susan's horn? From the legends..."
"Y\N," Caspian said exasperated. "We still have to go, the soldiers might not be too far behind us."
"Yes, dear." the badger completely ignored Caspian, who looked a bit taken aback. The prince was very rarely ignored. "It's meant to summon the old Kings and Queens and bring them back here to help."
"Caspian is right, though." you stood back once again. "The longer we wait here, the easier we are to find. We have to go deeper into the forest, we'll be safer there."
"After you," Caspian wasted no time in getting to the front door, more than ready to leave.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality," you smiled kindly at the two Narnians. "Even if you did knock us out first."
Outside the sun had come up fully now but was still pretty low in the sky so you guessed that you'd only been in the house for a few hours.
"It's very beautiful..." you commented, walking towards where the trees were denser and the grass was longer. Caspian only hummed in agreement, walking quickly ahead of you so you had to run a little to keep up with his long strides.
"I think if we could find a small clearing a little further in we should be safe for a while at least." his jaw was clenched and he pulled his sword out, angrily slashing down the longer bits of bramble and grass that stood in the way.
"Cas..." you stopped him, softly placing your hand over his wrist. "I'm scared too. But I promise whatever happens we're doing it together." scared was probably an understatement. You were alone. You had no food, no clothes, nothing to start a fire with, no shelter, absolutely nothing. And you were being hunted by the most vicious army you'd ever met. "Me and you."
"It's the only way I'd ever have it," Cas promised sincerely, slipping his hand into yours and softly placing a kiss onto your forehead. His nose stayed pressed to your for a moment, the corners of both your mouths tugging upwards. Although you weren't about to admit it to yourself or Caspian, you lived for small moments like this one - just you and him, even if you were running from his psychotic uncle.
"Me too." you whispered, not wanting it to end.
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See, I don't think that the Pevensie kids were uncanny and dangerous upon returning to England so much as just like. Cool weirdos.
Lucy talks to animals sometimes. She doesn't expect responses or anything; it has the same energy as a person talking to their dog, except it's the squirrel she spotted on the quad or the racoon in the garbage. But she's super friendly in general so after the initial "what the heck" everyone shrugs it off because like, yeah, of course she does. She also went with me to a scary doctor's appointment having known me for like five minutes and gave me an incredible pep talk. She's cool like that.
Peter joins the fencing club and day one it's like he's never held a foil in his life and day two he loses to a kid half his size but then after like a month he just absolutely annihilates the instructor. But he's super humble about it and afterwards he helps everyone else out without being condescending at all. And while it's a little weird that he's just Suddenly an expert, people are like, "he's a fast learner, that's cool." He's really industrious in class too, just Peter being Peter. He probably practiced a whole bunch after hours.
Edmund gets extremely weird food cravings sometimes, like "wow, I could really go for chicken liver with raisins right about now" or "you guys know what's great? Gooseberry trifles." And his friends say, "I've never heard of that before but it sounds weird." So Edmund learns to cook and starts making all these vaguely antiquated fancy dishes with weird berries and organ meats and things and shares them around during study breaks and everyone's like "Yo! Pevensie brought food. Cool, thanks Pevensie." And he shares it with everyone, even the kids nobody likes, and it kinda brings people together.
Susan, who was always the Mom Friend, seems to have gotten a power-up because now she Everyone's mom and weirdly people actually listen to her? But she only uses those powers for good. Girl in her dorm not eating enough? Susan's here with snacks and look at that now she's eating. Those guys arguing look like they're about to throw down? Susan says "knock it off" and glares and they do. And her friends are like, "how do you do it???" and she says "You just have to act like you expect to be obeyed." It's very cool, though it can be a bit Much sometimes.
And they're all into mythology now? Like ancient Rome and King Arthur and stuff? That's kinda weird, but not off-putting; lots of kids have mythology phases. And Peter named the tree outside his dorm, but everyone kinda laughs and says "yeah okay." Edmund is adamantly anti-bullying now, it's nice. Susan and Lucy wear a lot of lion-themed jewelry and people definitely Notice, but that just means that they start getting more of it for Christmas/birthdays.
And of course whenever two or more of them are together it's like they've got a conspiracy going on. They're always fervently whispering back and forth, giggling an the million inside jokes they've got, giving each other Looks. And onlookers are mostly just like, "Man, it's cool that those Pevensie kids are all so tight; I wish I was that close with my siblings."
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tenaciousgeckos · 19 days
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One of my favourite things about The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe is that CS Lewis very obviously knew that kids were going to go hunting in cupboards and wardrobes for Narnia because multiple times he very clearly states that the kids did not close the door behind them when they climbed in the wardrobe because that would be stupid and dangerous. He knew some kid would lock themselves in the closet and he obviously didn’t want to be responsible for that.
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there are literally so many reasons why we don't need a third Narnia adaptation
first of all, while they might not be the most accurate, the Disney movies are actually so good and, in my opinion, still manage to capture the heart and soul of the series and what it's truly about. The characters are each perfectly portrayed; the Pevensies act like actual siblings and yet love each other dearly and would die for each other even through all the petty arguments; the music creates perfect atmosphere and emotion and never fails to make me tear up or get shivers down my spine; and the CGI is honestly just absolutely stunning.
I really do not feel like we need another adaptation by Netflix.
Especially not through Netflix.
Netflix has already been known to mess up so many shows and movies by completely changing the source material or adding in unnecessary things that completely take away from the purpose of the story. I can already see them warping Narnia into something that barely even resembles the books, that strips it of its purpose and simply makes it about a fantasy world, nothing more. I've already seen posts saying that the new movies just can't end the way the books end, that heaven must be explained away, that Susan never forgets and falls down a dark path, that the faith aspect must be taken out so as not to offend new viewers.
Here's the thing.
If you take faith out of Narnia, you remove the very heart of the series. you remove the entire purpose. Because Narnia is entirely about faith, and trust, and Someone greater than yourself who sacrifices everything to save your own traitorous soul. the Disney movies did not shy away from portraying this faith as openly as possible. if anyone was offended, I've never seen proof. I have seen many nonbelievers talk about how much they were affected by Aslan's death, which goes to show that you simply don't have to be Christian to understand what Narnia is about, and to love and enjoy it.
So if these new remakes remove the faith aspect, then what is the point? four siblings go to a magical land and save it from a witch and befriend a talking lion with nothing special about him and live there as kings and queens and return home and live happily ever after? there is no sacrifice, there is no "he's not tame, but he is good," there is no creation, there is no redemption, there is no last battle, there is no "in your world, I have another name", there is no sister straying down a dark path because she has forgotten how to hope, and then returning because her story is unfinished and the road to heaven is paved with flowers that symbolize her name.
so then, what are you left with? Aslan is just a talking lion, nothing more. the stone table never cracks, the sun never rises. "That by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there" is forgotten entirely, because why would Aslan exist in our world if he is merely a talking lion in Narnia? Aslan's country is changed to be something else, and there is nothing about how Aslan suddenly no longer looks like a lion, and how the things that happened after are more great and beautiful than can be described. Edmund's life is never threatened because of his traitorous deeds; Aslan never offers his own life in place of a guilty boy, is never killed, is never resurrected.
the very core of Narnia is removed, and what you are left with is emptiness.
sure, it might make for a good fantasy story nonetheless. you might still have sweeping views and epic music and an intriguing plotline, but something will always feel like it is missing. like there is an empty hole, desperately needing to be filled.
of course, I don't know that all of that will happen; it's just speculation at this point. But I am fairly sure that it is safe to predict these upcoming movies as such. I highly doubt the producers will want to include the faith that shapes Narnia, because according to them, having a faith aspect means less viewers since too many people would be offended.
but if only they would look at the already wonderful existing adaptations, they would know that is simply not the case.
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siblingshowdown · 10 months
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Sibling Showdown Quarter-Finals Bracket D
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dustyandash · 1 year
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i was a king once, Peter whispered to the still night sky, i was a king and nothing was okay but everything was perfect
were you?, the still night sky murmured hissing hissing screaming
i was a child once, Peter thought, here i am again
are you?, asked the remnants of Narnia sewn into his bones writhing writhing pleading
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maliagf · 5 months
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I’m very lucky that Edmund is so beloved in this fandom, but there are still some antis out there and even the people who love him don’t understand him sometimes. The thing that gets me the most is people pointing out lww!Edmund’s selfishness like it’s a flaw, because it’s not. Selflessness isn’t always a virtue. He’s literally a 10 year old boy who’s never had anything of his own — he deserves to be selfish. That was never his crime. The problem was that his desire for something great of his own led to him ignoring red flag’s and putting blind trust in Jadis.
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applesandpavenders · 1 year
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Susan sat with her children telling them stories of Narnia and the Great Kings and Queens of old while Soldier Poet King plays in the background.
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luceherms · 8 days
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You doubt your worth. Do not run from who you are.
~Aslan, The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
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godofstupidsentences · 9 months
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One thing about me is that I’ll ALWAYS defend eldest siblings in medias
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whats-in-a-sentence · 7 months
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There was a jug of creamy milk for the children (Mr. Beaver stuck to beer) and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table from which everyone took as much as he wanted to go with his potatoes, and all the children thought – and I agree with them – that there's nothing to beat good freshwater fish if you eat it when it has been alive half an hour ago and has come out of the pan half a minute ago.
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"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis
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