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thegoodwitchevie · 14 days

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This scene was giving

IMA REAL BOY!

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fairmerthefarmer · 27 days

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My take/designs on the pevensies! (They’re definitely heavily inspired by their looks in the movies.)

Beginning of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe

End of golden age-ish

I’d call this a WIP but it’s not really, mostly once we get into designing clothes in fantasy settings I feel very out of my depth, but I wanna practice more. I’m the most happy with Lucy’s but that’s also cause I most heavily referenced with hers.

Im mostly still just figuring out the clothes design for when they’re in narnia. I want brighter/more jewel toned and warmth to contrast with the more muted London clothes. And for the clothing design I want embroidery, but other than that I have no idea how I would make the designs of the narnian style in this era cohesive.

I also have vague main colours for each of them, lucy green, secondary red, edmund blue secondary brown, Susan purple secondary blue, Peter red secondary purple, and all of them use gold as well.

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spaceagebachelormann · 10 months

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peter with a reader who always forgets things??!?!

like she forgets where she put her sword and to drink water and he has to constantly chase after her and remind her??

that's so cute

ty babe <3

peter pevensie with a gf who forgets things.

♬ fandom: chronicles of narnia

♯ genre: fluff

♪ mars thoughts: AJAJAJAJJA I LOVE HIM SM <33 this is perfect because he’s the loml and i suck at remembering stuff 😭 also i put it as hcs cause that’s how i first imagined it in my head!! dividers by @/benkeibear

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hes so <3

like you’re just walking around minding your own business and then you’re like “hey. wait where’s my water???”

and then your pretty bf is beside you holding it like “you forgot it AGAIN”

and then he lovingly makes fun of you for forgetting you put your water bottle in his hands before walking away and not saying anything

other than the fact he’s constantly chasing you to remind you where you put something (and this can be fairly annoying to him) he finds it cute <3

he’d try to find a way to help you remember when you put them but you forgot how to remember it 😭

you tried dw

he also. kinda hoped you didn’t because he liked being the person you came to when you needed help finding stuff

he seems like one of those people who gets rlly happy knowing he helped another person

so it’s like a huge ego/energy boost for him

BUT if he’s leaving for somewhere and won’t be back for awhile he starts writing down where you put things and gives you the paper so you can look and add to it <3

would def say “don’t forget you have the paper” to be a lovingly boyfriend bitch

ALSO ALSO if you forgot your sword it’d be the funniest thing ever to him

cause like you’re this rlly strong and talented and very pretty sword wielding girlboss

and nobody knows that seconds before you wielded the sword you couldn’t even remember where you put it

and if you forget things like drinking water or even eating cause your busy

he’s a little upset cause like. you’ll die?? if you don’t?? but he doesn’t ever like chastise you cause he knows you’re busy

so he just reminds you or brings you water and food and is kinda just like “eat”

also. he didn’t cook that food. man can’t cook for shit

but if you forget it because you’re just forgetful and not busy hed def scold you a little

it’s not that like. effective 😭 cause he’s just standing there like “you can’t not eat y/n!! >:(”

AND if it takes place in the normal world instead of narnia and y’all go to the same school i have some thoughts

you’ll be like sitting in the cafeteria kinda upset cause you forgot your lunch

and he comes up and sits with you and has like a whole extra lunch prepared

hes so <3

and if you forget to do your homework or some shit like that right before the teacher comes to collect it he slides his hw onto your desk and tells you to write your name and gets in trouble for you

and then susan gets mad at him and everytime she knows you have homework she makes you come over and helps you with it <3

and he also helps!! i feel like he’s english/history smart and susan is geography/math smart so they like choose certain subjects to help with

it gets to the point where they have a whole detailed schedule

edmund is horrified with it because it hangs on the wall and is extremely visible

hes known for trying to destroy it with lucy’s help but that’s not important

MOVINGGGGG ONNNNNN

he’s overbearing. and he knows it.

at first he tries to like not immediately think you’re leaving after forgetting something

BUT HE CANT HELP IT

he asks what you forgot and when you run back inside to get it he probably starts laughing

i’ve officially run out of ideas for this <3 but tysm for requesting it

it made my brain itch /pos

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professorsparklepants · 4 months

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If I encounter an RPG with character creation I'm incapable of not going "what if the main character was an isekai'd post-TLB Susan Pevensie"

#lectures #currently thinking about baldur's gate 3. i dont actually know anything about baldur's gate 3 so its not a LOT of thinking. nevertheless.#the chronicles of narnia

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bloodybigwardrobe · 9 months

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'what am i to do?' a kneeling brother asks of another. 'what am i to do, now that we are this---unwanted, cast away, too soft where we bore scars, beaten down worse than any battle that we've faced? what am i to do when i have failed like this?'

'i do not know,' the other says to his brother, 'i do not know. we both kneel here on creaking floors rather than grass. we both kneel here before a door without a key. we kneel without swords and unknown skies outside. i do not know what you are to do, my king, but we are here. and we will live on.'

'how can you have hope where loss is all i feel?'

'our sister will forever know more. if nothing else, no silent lion or unmoved wardrobe, i have faith in her. as should you.'

'i am sorry. i fear i've grown into a burden rather than a king.'

'no burden, my king. they will not snatch silver and gold from us forever. grief will be carried by us regardless of your shaking hands. so let me help you up.'

'you are more than i deserve.'

'better remember that you named me justice between marble and sky, you stubborn oaf. i shall be the judge of what you deserve.'

#what is this you might ask #and to that i say: idk. vibes <3 #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #tcon #chronicles of narnia #its about guilt and self pity and not being as you were #and about picking your brother up and calling him an idiot <3 #and about having each other when everything else is taken away :D #idk got into my edmund nd peter feels so here we are #atlaswriting

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vincentwonhogh · 4 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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nicodwhw · 5 months

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evil women anyone?

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yeahthatsinteresting · 1 year

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The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe (2005)

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ispeacetoomuchtoaskfor · 6 months

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On the Subject of Susan

I'm going to be a little blunt and my words may seem antagonistic here. But no hate, please. I'm just trying to analyze and provide my analysis based on the very simple facts. Now.

I've never quite understood the anger at C. S. Lewis for how he ended Susan's tale. Mainly, I suppose, because I had the whole story.

Everyone gets angry that Susan is "banned from Narnia" because she likes lipstick and nylon stockings and being a teenage girl in the 1940s, but no one seems to understand that that's not quite how it went, much less that Susan still has a chance.

Let me work backwards a moment and explain the latter. You see, to quote Lewis himself, in a letter to a girl called Marcela in 1955,

"...Haven’t you noticed in the two you have read that she is rather fond of being too grownup? I am sorry to say that side of her got stronger and she forgot about Narnia... ...She is left alive in this world at the end, having been turned into a rather silly, conceited young woman. But there is plenty of time for her to mend, and perhaps she will get to Aslan’s country in the end—in her own way. I think that whatever she had seen in Narnia she could (if she was the sort that wanted to) persuade herself, as she grew up, that it was ‘all nonsense’”

Now, there's a lot to unpack here, but first and foremost, my point is quite simple. "Perhaps she will get to Aslan's country in the end-in her own way." It was always meant to be open ended, for Susan. Narnia is not forever closed to her, unless you and she choose so.

"But Peace!" I can hear you saying, "There's that whole 'too fond of being grownup' phrase!" Why yes, yes there is, how clever of you to notice. The whole point of the latter portion of Susan's arc is that she chose that- lipstick and nylons and "being grownup"- over Narnia. She grew and she chose to forget Narnia.

After all, what sort of modern teenage girl (in England, during WW2) would be so interested in medieval times and what they probably explained to their friends to be a good old game of pretend? No, no, she can't remember Narnia right now - she's going to the cinema with a few girl friends, she's going to a party, she's focusing on everything but there and inevitably, after pushing it away for so long, Narnia let her be.

You see, C. S. Lewis was a very Arminian (and yes, I spelled it correctly) Christian theologian. And while I'm sure most of you here on this hellsite would like to ignore that, it is relevant to how Lewis wrote his fiction. After all, it's at the core of his basic beliefs, despite his being a staunch atheist in college and into his adulthood, and despite what you may like to think, it crept into his writing even when he did not intend it. For example, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is called an allegory for the story of the Resurrection, despite Lewis' arguments to the contrary. He insisted that it be seen as what it is, very heavy symbolism. Very heavily used Christian symbolism, that is all over the Chronicles whether you like it or not.

Let me explain why this is relevant to Susan, what Arminianism even is, and how that term applies here. Susan is, so to speak, a symbol of an atheist left behind, after all of the Christians she called family died. In a situation where you regard Christianity as true, she is left on Earth while they have gone on to heaven. And this doesn't mean that the gates of heaven are closed to her, quite to the contrary! They would be closed on the day she died insisting that Jesus Christ was not Lord, plain and simple. She has a choice to make, so long as she is alive.

Now, to Calvinist theologians and Christians, Susan never had a choice. Either Aslan, the God symbol here, chose to bring her in, or he didn't. Calvinists believe in a thing called predestination, the concept that every believer that would ever be brought to heaven is chosen specifically by God. Arminianism declares the opposite. It's a whole thing in Christian theological circles, but that's irrelevant to this discussion. In any case, the core of Arminianism is that you and I have a choice in whether or not we believe in God, and in whether or not we go to heaven.

To an Arminian theologian, God, or Aslan in this symbolic case, can influence our choice, Susan's choice, up to a point. Once we reach that point, once Susan forgets, God, or Aslan, steps back. He accepts our choice, allows Susan to forget. It's up to us, up to Susan after that.

Lewis was an Arminian theologian. He made the point, repeatedly, in his theological works, about people having a choice.

He repeats that point with Susan.

One last thing, before you go. You see, there was another letter about Susan, after The Last Battle was released. He'd been asked if he ever intended to finish Susan's story.

This was his answer.

“I could not write that story myself. Not that I have no hope of Susan’s ever getting to Aslan’s country; but because I have a feeling that the story of her journey would be longer and more like a grown-up novel than I wanted to write. But I may be mistaken. Why not try it yourself?”

Well, my people? Now that you've heard what I had to say (and say through quite the essay, my apologies), why not? Go, do what you do and tell her story for yourself. The author has encouraged fanfiction, so go on! And don't worry about Christianity and symbolism too much. It may help you understand how and why Lewis wrote what he did, but unless you're determined to have your tale in his style and overlapping seamlessly with canon, it's unnecessary. Unless you choose to make it a part of your life, you don't have to be concerned about it.

Feel free to ask questions, and I'll answer to the best of my ability, with Google by my side!

Also, I nearly forgot. There are absolutely other problems with Susan being the last of her family, left alone in the aftermath of WW2. This is not the place to talk about those, however, merely to help you understand why she "is no longer a friend of Narnia" and to remind you that there's always hope.

Oh, and besides that, don't forget that I'm talking about the books and not the movies thank you very much, while The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe was absolutely perfect to canon the other two were not and I'm not going to consider them in this post. I do appreciate them, but when dealing with book canon they're both nos.

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thedawntreaders · 2 years

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Pevensie Brothers "Golden Age" Headcanons!

Peter is used to waking up to an alarm clock. Of course, in Narnia, there is no such technology. However, the castle bell is close enough and it reminds him of Big Ben. Now one day, Mr. Beaver makes the mistake of being by Peter's side at 9:00 AM sharp to wake him. Do you see where I am going with this? Before he can realize what happens, the poor creature gets a proper smack on the top of his head, and he is, naturally, flabbergasted by the act. Peter smacks his lips before falling back asleep.

Edmund is an absolute fucking menace in the kitchen. PSA to all Bakers who are invited to the castle to cater: Do not leave your pastries out to cool on the counter, he has a bag and comes through the dumbwaiter to clear out at least, AT LEAST, a row from the tray (it's for his brother and sisters he claims). His escapes from the kitchen are so daring and borderline ridiculous to the point whenever a chef tries to explain why there's been a pastry shortage, no one in Narnia but the High King and Queens themselves believe the story.

When Peter and Edmund sit in meetings together, they find ways to entertain themselves. Initially, they'd make faces at each other for shits and giggles; however, they soon realized this wasn't something they could keep up, as the silence in the room began to enter way too frequently, and the stares from the other nobles were awkward enough to get them to stop. Now, they request to sit next to each other and tap away at the table. The politicians assume it's a nervous habit they picked up. It isn't. It's Morse Code.

Peter rarely acts as a big brother to Susan. Not because he doesn't want to necessarily, but because she's someone who he can be young around. One night he rushed into her quarters, just as she was preparing to sleep. From the horrified look on his face, she expected an assassination threat, failing harvest, or a natural disaster. "Susan, we don't have nail clippers in Narnia." That night Peter participated in what Edmund and Lucy jokingly call the Battle of Feathers (Susan smacked him multiple times with a pillow for psyching her out). The next morning, Peter woke up to a paring knife, the kind you use to peel an apple, by his bedside table. His snorts echoed through the halls.

Due to nightmares, Edmund doesn't sleep very much, and because of that, he has caught Lucy sleepwalking many times. At first he used to follow her, curious to see if she could find her way back to bed. She can. But she takes her time. Edmund doesn't let the others know about it. Doesn't let her know. Later on, he learns that she also murmurs sometimes, and on one occasion, he hears Aslan's name slip. His heart squeezes, because it's been so long since Aslan has graced their presence, and he begins to realize that it's likely she dreams of seeing Aslan again. Now every time she goes, he follows, and without a word, he holds her hand, walks with her, and brings her back to bed.

#headcanons more like mini imagines #i'll do one for the sisters tomorrow <3 #tcon #the chronicles of narnia #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #mr beaver #narnia #narnia imagines #narnia headcanons #pevensie headcanons #pevensie imagines #i also need to figure out what tags to use

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fairmerthefarmer · 2 months

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Aravis I will always love you

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sec0nd-breakfast · 4 months

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Okay, if late puberty hits me the way it hit Will Poulter, my future is secured

#i mean #look at him #LOOK AT HIM #goddamn #aged like fine wine #in this white boy we trust #bro turned into a hemsworth brother #will poulter #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #the maze runner #tmr #gally #gotg vol 3 #gotg #puberty #future

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tending-the-hearth · 2 years

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ugh this scene in "prince caspian" perfectly shows how the siblings' relationship has changed since "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe":

Peter would have just gotten SO annoyed at Edmund, he probably would have been upset, made some kind of comment about Edmund making bad decisions

Edmund would have made a snarky comment, he honestly probably wouldn't even have taken out the flashlight and let Peter suffer

Susan would've probably gotten a bit annoyed, maybe snapped at both the boys for how they were acting, taken on that scolding maternal tone we hear her use in the first movie

Lucy probably would have been worried, upset that her siblings are fighting (because we see that in lww, Lucy's very much affected whenever her siblings are upset)

but now?

Peter makes it into a joke, obviously trying not to laugh and trying his best to remain serious, but his tone is still so playful when he says "you might have mentioned that a bit earlier", and he just laughs with Edmund

Susan's shaking her head but trying not to smile, very much just fondly exasperated at her brothers

Edmund's just grinning, because he obviously JUST remembered that he had the flashlight, and now he's stepped into that younger brother role, teasing his big brother and pulling out the perfect solution

Lucy, while still worried about what's to come, is smiling like Susan, holding back her own giggles, and again, that shows how Lucy's so affected by the emotions of her siblings

(and now this has me thinking that maybe, just maybe, Edmund knew how to make Lucy feel better, so he pulled the flashlight out, and Peter knew what he was doing, and wanted to break the tension so their little sister would laugh, and i'm going to go cry over them byeee)

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bardofthefreaks · 1 month

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when nobody posts anything new in any of ur fandoms so you gotta check tumblr

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bloodybigwardrobe · 1 year

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it’s a cruel fate, to be a child-yet not-but still. a fate of mounting dread, of hurdles long passed, of body prisons and cracking voices. a fate worse than death, in their eyes.

the first time lucy feels herself well up over something her true self had long since moved above, she freezes, then sobs for hours. “we’re not just trapped,” she cries into peter’s chest, her hands too small where they bunch in his entirely wrong clothes. “it’s not just a cage. it’s torture.” it leaves her bereft, stuck with overflowing eyes and a voice that can no longer carry the songs of her heart like it ought to. it wavers, veers off course like the leaves that wilt above her head. to be a child once more, without her hard-won maturity, without long-honed control of emotions and their display. it aches. to be kicked out and left with growing pains one thought long past.

she doesn’t hide it from the others, holds on tight to keep them together as the world spins them dry. it stains her hands with salt water and ash, but edmund clings right back to bury his head in her shoulder and reach out a helping hand in turn. it hurts to look at him, to look at all of them so far from what they should be, but she keeps her eyes open defiantly.

edmund falls down the stairs and stares at his bruised knee with unknowing eyes. there are no scars that reach up to his knee, no long line of white marking his shin. just a scrape and red skin, marring unblemished skin as though only starting its history now. it jars him, opens the deep well of wrong that he pushed aside in favour of readjustment. he looks down on a blank page, empty of the memories pushing against his skull every hour of the day. there is no proof, he thinks with shaking hands, no proof of the life they lived. a truth he had known already, somewhere, but never sunk in to this extent. he is a book unwritten, with ink trying to push through paper from the inside without success.

they’ve been robbed of not just their bodies, but their history, so he sits down with gritted teeth to capture what they’ve lost in words, if nothing else. susan looks at him with eyes slowly losing their gentle smile and his pen scrapes illegible lines on empty pages.

susan finds herself with her forehead down on her papers, her hands pulled up against her chest as she breathes through the itching need for tears. The ink is misshapen below her, letters looping all wrong. Her hands shake with unlearned skills, uncalloused, unwilling to help her keep their true home between her fingers. It’s cruel, she pleads silently, to not just drop them back into a country that no longer understands them, that their minds no longer fit, but take everything they’ve learned and gone through along with it—returned to clothes and skin far too small, without memories of all they had become. she fears to test the strength of her grip, of her arms, loathes to find a weak back unused to carrying responsibility or drawing a bow. to find herself truly without all that brought her joy.

she curls her hair the same way, even when the strands fall strangely and her hands tremble through it all. it looks nothing like it ought to, but she will find a way. behind her, she watches peter leaning too-thin shoulders against the notches on the doorframe, his too-round jaw set in anger. susan’s hair feels empty in her unmarred hands.

peter doesn’t remember what it was that set him off, but here he is, curled up in the bathroom with a kitchen knife clattering to the floor as he pulls at his own hair. he knows he can’t use the knife, that this is an impulse born out of the horrible itching wish to dig through this ill-fitting child body to find himself again, to find where it all had gone. his voice cracks when he curses and it only makes things worse, to find himself without the roar, without the rumble in his chest. there is no king to find within the pulpy mess inside his ribs, no hand to grasp and pull himself inside out so that the world may be right once more. there is no labyrinth or pit to unearth a now unlived life from, no golden age hidden behind his rushing blood. he can’t fix this.

when lucy picks the lock and his siblings pile in, peter can feel a thin trickle of blood make its way into his brow. susan cradles his hands in hers and sighs at his bloodied nails. edmund looks at him with understanding and deep, purpling bags under his eyes that make peter sob all over again. it’s all wrong, he tells them through his tears, he should have been able to protect them from the horror their lives have become.

lucy, the discarded knife now in hand, tells him with a teary smile that he is not all gone, the complex of a hero king still alive every time he speaks. it’s bleak comfort for them all, but they take it where they can.

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #the pevensies #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #mywriting #so im back on my usual rambles :3

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