Kings and Queens of Narnia 🌿
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Susan in Narnia
Susan's in-Narnia outfit is also very fantastical, but looks semi-historical. The tied on sleeves and skirt designed to reference Lucy's but in a darker, "older", jewel-toned version. There's a whole write up on pre-raphaelites and why they were the inspiration for these redesigns over on Lucy's child-in-Narnia look if you want to read more.
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when you think about Susan pevensie….
be a little gentle like the great queen herself.
Basically your whole childhood and most of your adulthood. You grow up in a magical land being a queen whom is so loved and sought after. People write stories about you and poetry. Men fight just to kiss your hand.
your bothers are warriors your sister herself is a warrior but you! You were to gentle yet loved by all your countrymen.
then it happens one day. The four of you go looking for the stag. You thought it was going to be another gay time like always the four of you go looking for the stag laughing as Edmund lunged ahead waiting for Peter to catch up. Lucy as usual trying to catch her brothers.
Then coming into the clearing like a dream of a dream. There is a lamp post a large black lamppost with a light burning brightly at the top. Your sister and you share a curious look. “Spare oom” she whispers softly touching the lamp post
Lucy looks up and starts to run into the trees. Oh how Susan wished she would have never followed her. Oh how she wished she could have taken one more glance at Narnia. Before…
everything was over the four tumbled on the hardwood floor. Looking at one another tears began to roll down Susan’s cheeks as was her brothers and sisters as they had realized where they were. Home, and not their precious Narnia but at the professors house.
the thing that everyone forgets about Susan is that she went from being a woman who loved being alone and had no friends to the most adored woman in the world back to being a friendless (with the exception of her family.) woman.
Peter and Edmund being men had an easy time of it I assume being that in this time men were still highly respected especially over woman.
Lucy being a young girl most likely had many friends as she was sort of a fun gay woman.
but Susan as closed off as she use to be probably went back into that state. The thing that frustrates me about Aslan is bringing them back a second time their beloved Narnia destroyed and no one to really remember them except for the writings. The Aslan tells them they cannot go anymore. But her siblings can?
how excruciatingly painful for a heart to have lost gained again only to have lost again. How do your heart make right what no one can understand.
You throw yourself into worldly things you party, you drink, you dance, and you flirt with men hoping to gain back some of the affection you felt in Narnia. So really Susan may be lost… but I see a grieving queen pained at the loss of her country.
I see a woman who eventually loses everyone she loves in one single day.
yet is suppose to be blamed for no longer believing.
I understand Susan pevensie because we have all been her.
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I've recently noticed that there are people who get mad at Susan for forgetting Narnia/ pretending that it wasn't real.
I would like to remind those people that Narnia might have held amazing memories for her but it also held terrible ones. Narnia is where she had to watch her siblings face the terrors of war. She had to sit in fear as she waited for the high king to return from War, wondering if this would be the time she lost him. She had to watch as Lucy's and Edmond's childhoods were ripped from them.
Yes there were good times, but acknowledging them would also be acknowledging the sorrows they went through.
I'm not saying I agree with her decision to put it behind her. But that doesn't mean she's a bad person for doing so. Some people need to separate themselves from their trauma, and that's Ok.
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I was looking at this behind the scenes photo from Prince Caspian and realized everyone’s standing in rainbow order. So have a quick rainbow edit and happy pride; no one in Narnia is straight.
Bonus full color pic with the guy behind Skandar and Anna edited out, in case anyone wants it (rip film crew dude; thank you for whatever you did on this movie)
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I am going cry an entire day for this 🥹🥹🥹
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sometimes i think about narnia and i vibrate out of my skin like...
you walk into a world you cannot understand, frozen and dying, and it is you who thaws it. you who kills the witch, you who breaks the stone table, you who slays the wolf. it is you who is crowned and it is you who wails for two worlds when the wardrobe doors shut behind you.
your skin never sits quite right and your teeth are too dull. there are wars in your bones and decades in your eyes before you can reach the telephone on the wall.
you are king. you are queen. they won't let you read the newspapers at breakfast.
it calls you back from beyond a train and from within paint. begs with bloody palms and salt-crusted cheeks. takes from you all that you can give - and sends you back.
you watch your sister fade.
you are a child twice and an adult once. and when you stand in your home again, with crushed bones and the smell of coal still in your nose, you watch them sneer at your sister.
your sister is the sun above you. she is, beautiful and stone-cast, alive in a world you could never stomach. she smiles, still, and stretches her skin over human bones.
she is no longer a friend of narnia. do you tell them it is her who has to bury you all and the stars that are falling from the skies in shards?
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Lucy in Narnia
For Lucy's 'In Narnia' outfit I chose a light purple and gold gown of fantastical origins. She has retained her hair-bows and gained a knife. (And the life saving potion but that's implied).
So pre-raphaelite art and why they were the inspiration for the 2000s Narnia movies. The Pre-Raphaelites were a group of English painters, poets, and art critics, in the later half of the 1800s that eschewed the stylistic approaches to art (Mannerist - Late Renaissance Art) inspired by classic painters, especially Raphael. They focused their art style on the return of vibrant color, intricate detail, and complex compositions. Their themes on nature, history painting (as defined by painting a scene from a narrative instead of static portraiture), Christianity (they are English painters founded in 1848 we're not surprised and Narnia is very Christian these things being connected and represented in the Narnia'Verse is not surprising), with a fascination of original thought, medieval and literary heroes. (Works include examples like 'Ophelia', 'Medea', 'The Death of King Arthur', 'Fair Rosamund', etc.)
So why Pre-Rahpaelite as an inspiration? The costume designer notes specifically the turn-of-the century style/paintings as 'The Magician's Nephew' takes place in the Edwardian Era. They have a lot of Romantics/Nature themes, Christian themes, a vague fantasy-medieval style that exemplifies modern imaginings of medieval times. So I looked at a bunch of paintings, made some notes about the way they took liberties with medieval fashion, and added some fantasy elements of my own to continue the tradition of 'it's not quite here nor there, but evokes the right feeling. (wow this is the longest + most technical rant in a While. It's... good to be back?)
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Being Eustace Scrubbs wife.
- your a good archer almost as good as Susan.
- you can best Peter and Edmund in sword fighting but no one knows.
-your sweet and calm until pissed off your dangerous.
- you let people think your stupid to hide your past and magic.
- you two are best friends and are deeply in love.
- he thinks your witty and like books like him. You find his bug obsession cute. He’s so smart and loves horses like you.
-you are not fully narnian
- your a white witches daughter. So your 25% Jinn and 25% giant. He knows who you are doesn’t tell anyone.
-he’s always eating now that he has gained muscle weight.
-he picks you up a lot and throws you over his shoulder. He smacks your rear because your kinda thick in the chest and bum with a flat stomach.
- he loves your curvy body he calls you beautiful all the time
- he’s a passionate lover and constantly kisses you on your lips and cheeks.
- he calls you madam doll ,sweetheart or my love.
- when they disappear again you go to war you lead the battles and negotiate and trade.
- you have a son Oreius eustace Adam Scrubb.
- you don’t like Edmunds wife or him.
-you love Lucy she’s your favorite.
-he’s considered a Lord now so your called lady.
- you don’t like the high kings wife.
- you don’t fight a lot but usually when you do he’s the first to apologize.
- he thinks your to good for him because your so beautiful.
- the Narnias love and adore you and your husband!.
- you two like to be alone A lot.
To be continued…
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thoughts on the Pevensies returning home
Peter Pevensie was a strange boy. His mind is too old for his body, too quick, too sharp for a boy. He walks with a presence expected of a king or a royal, with blue eyes that darken like storms. He holds anger and a distance seen in veterans, his hand moving to his hip for a scabbard that isn't there - knuckles white. He moves like a warless soldier, an unexplained limp throwing his balance. He writes in an intricate scrawl unseen before the war, his letters curving in a foreign way untaught in his education. Peter returned a stranger from the war, silent, removed, an island onto himself with a burden too heavy for a child to bear.
Only in the aftermath of a fight do his eyes shine; nose burst, blood dripping, smudged across his cheek, knuckles bruised, and hands shaking; he's alive. He rises from the floor, knighted, his eyes searching for his sisters in the crowd. His brother doesn't leave his side. They move as one, the Pevensies, in a way their peers can't comprehend as they watch all four fall naturally in line.
But Peter is quiet, studious, and knowledgeable, seen only by his teachers as they read pages and pages of analytical political study and wonderful fictional tales. "The Pevensie boy will go far," they say, not knowing he already has.
His mother doesn't recognize him after the war. She watches distrustfully from a corner. She sobs at night, listening to her son's screams, knowing nothing she can do will ease their pain. Helen ran on the first night, throwing Peter's door open to find her children by his bedside - her eldest thrashing uncontrollably off the mattress with a sheen of sweat across his skin. Susan sings a mellow tune in a language Helen doesn't know, a hymn, that brings Peter back to them. He looks to Edmund for something and finds comfort in his eyes, a shared knowing. Her sons, who couldn't agree on the simplest of discussions, fall in line. But Peter sleeps with a knife under his cushion. She found out the hard way, reaching for him during one of his nightmares only to find herself pinned against the wall - a wild look in Peter's eye before he staggered back and dropped the knife.
Edmund throws himself into books, taking Lucy with him. They sit for hours in the library in harmony, not saying a word. His balance is thrown too, his mind searching for a limp that he doesn't have, missing the weight of his scabbard at his side. He joins the fencing club and takes Peter with him. They fence like no one else; without a worthy adversary, the boys take to each other with a wildness in their grins and a skillset unforeseen in beginner fencers. Their rapiers are an exertion of their bodies, as natural as shaking hands, and for the briefest time, they seem at peace. He shrinks away from the snow when it comes, thrust into the darkest places of his mind, unwilling to leave the house. He sits by the chessboard for hours, enveloped in his studies until stirred.
Susan turns silent, her mind somewhere far as she holds her book. Her hands twitch too, a wince when the door slams, her hand flying to her back where her quiver isn't. She hums a sad melody that no one can place, mourning something no one can find. She takes up archery again when she can bear a bow in her hands without crying, her callous-less palms unfamiliar to her, her mind trapped behind the wall of adolescence. She loses her friends to girlishness and youth, unable to go back to what she was. Eventually, she loses Narnia too. It's easier, she tells herself, to grow up and move on and return to what is. But her mourning doesn't leave her; she just forgets.
Lucy remains bright, carrying a happier song than her sister. She dances endlessly, her bare feet in the grass, and sings the most beautiful songs that make the flowers grow and the sun glisten. Though she has grown too, shed her childhood with the end of the war. She stands around the table with her sister, watching, brow furrowed as her brothers play chess. She comments and predicts, and makes suggestions that they take. She reads, curled into Edmund's side as his high voice lulls her to sleep with tales of Arthurian legends. She swims, her form wild and graceful as she vanishes into the water. They can't figure out how she does it - a girl so small holding her breath for so long. She cries into her sister, weeping at the loss of her friends, her too-small hands too clumsy for her will.
"I don't know our children anymore," Helen writes to her husband, overcome by grief as she realizes her children haven't grown up but away into a place she cannot follow.
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summary: eustace doesn't believe that edmund has a girlfriend.
wc: 800
pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader
warnings: VERY unedited. also it's 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don't expect it to be good.
a/n: i don't really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it's okay. it's mostly eustace's pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.
“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.
“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.
“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”
“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.
“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.
“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.
A few days later, a painting gushes out water and swallows them whole, so poor Eustace, although having taunted his cousins with his skepticisms about the magical land of Narnia and called them fools for believing in the same, is forced to confront that he was wrong.
Eustace is soaking wet and miserable, still slightly panic infused. He can’t believe his eyes, convinced that he hallucinated the last fifteen minutes. Sitting on the ship, the Dawn Treader, he watches as his cousins are recognised as King and Queen. He’s related to royalty.
With a humorous snort, he realises that this is more believable than Edmund Pevensie having a girlfriend.
Hell, even the talking rat next to him is more believable.
He goes to voice the same, but is distracted by a joyous whoop descending from the sky, followed by a splash in the ocean. Eustace is too busy trying to catch a glimpse of the figure underwater to notice the hopeful glances Edmund and Lucy exchange, the faint tremour in Edmund’s hands as he snatches a telescope from a passing crew member, getting a clearer view.
“It is her!” Ed cries, only barely held back from jumping overboard by Caspian, who laughs fondly at the Just King. Eustace tries to hear what the Prince tells Edmund, but all noise turns to mush the second he sees the young woman surface, a brilliant smile on her face.
At first glance, he thinks it’s a siren. He’s heard stories about their enchanting beauty and ethereal forms, and Eustace does genuinely believe that this woman is too gorgeous to be human like he is. As she swims closer, though, and the ship's crew help pull her onto the ship, Eustace notices the lack of a tail. And though her hair is soaked and strewn across her face, and her clothes suction themselves to her skin, none of it takes away from her radiance.
It also doesn’t distract him from the fact that she’s walking right towards him.
Eustace’s mouth goes bone dry, and he gulps nervously, afraid she’ll talk to him and afraid she won’t, when suddenly, Edmund swoops past him and towards the woman. He snatches her up in a passionate embrace, hands securing her to him as he twirls her around in sheer delight.
When they kiss, chaste but heady, Eustace decides that he has never actually known anything about anything.
He’s scouring the sky for flying pigs when he hears Edmund’s self-satisfied voice behind him, “And this, my very real girlfriend, Y/N, would be my cousin, Eustace Scrubb.”
“How do you do?” Eustace says weakly, extending a hand, trying his hardest not to faint when you take it.
“Pretty well. If only Edmund would- what was it again?- stop holding my family hostage, I think I’d be great,” you rib amiably, throwing back one of Eustace’s earliest theories back into his now scarlet face.
“No, darling, you’ve got it wrong, I’ve currently got your dogs kidnapped and ready to be shipped to the pound, remember?” Edmund joins in on the fun, his smile widening as he earns a couple of chuckles from you, and a darker flush from Eustace’s cheeks.
Eustace Scrubb, though unwilling, is forced to admit, after watching the two of you interact, gravitating towards each other naturally, at ease with the love that surrounds you, his cousin’s eyes brighter than he’s ever seen them, that it is very believable for Edmund Pevensie to be dating Y/N L/N after all.
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thinking about how canonically the pevensie siblings are 13, 12, 10, and 8 in "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe"
thinking about how lucy needed a stool to be able to get up onto her throne, how peter's sword is a little too large for him, how susan's bow is a little too difficult for her to pull back, how edmund's shield nearly covers his entire body.
thinking about the pevensie siblings and their first few months in narnia, getting to know their new people, and half the narnians sitting there horrified because WHAT have these literal babies been through to give them such traumatized, old eyes, and the other half of the narnians are preparing to adopt them, no it doesn't matter that they're the rules, they're children who are being put in charge of too many things, and if peter looks at the old man council long enough he's going to cry, so someone needs to give him paternal support while aslan is off doing Lion Jesus Stuff™️ and whoops oreius is being nice and encouraging and now he's adopted his kings and queens they're his kids now he doesn't make the rules.
just the narnians and the pevensies being thrown into it together, and just as the pevensies will do anything to protect their new kingdom, the narnians will do anything to protect their rules, because let's be honest, these children have no sense of self-preservation, and are far too overprotective of each other and their people to take into account their own safety, so a lot of battles it's just one of the pevensie siblings running headfirst into danger with oreius running after them because his kids are feral and don't know proper royalty manners and won't threatening old kings from different countries because they're being assholes and the last time one of them tried undermining the queens susan called him a self-righteous asshole and lucy tried to stab him SOMEONE help him corral his children please
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"The Kings and Queens came to us so young, so brave. We raised them, we taught them, we loved them and they served so well. After they were gone all of Narnia grieved them, and we will miss them till the end of time. "
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