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queenlucythevaliant · 2 years

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Their souls were knit together

The captain of the Dawn Treader was four years the king’s senior, tall like a strong young sapling, wicked with a sword, quick-witted and bright. Now that Narnia no longer feared the sea, Drinian was wont to be a very great man; so he thought, and so everyone seemed to say. He would make his home on the waves: a mighty captain and a prince of the seas.

When the Dawn Treader embarked, he scarcely expected to retire from seafaring after one voyage. But he scarcely knew King Caspian then.

Caspian pleasant, sharp, and charismatic, but more than anything he was insatiably curious. The young king peppered Drinian with questions at every opportunity. “What does this instrument do?” “Why is this rope tied here instead of over there?” “How far can you see when you look out at the horizon?”

Drinian could not help but love him. They fell into an easy report of laughter, competition, and honest advice. Before the first month was out, Drinian felt as though he had never known life without King Caspian by his side. Their souls, he felt, were knit together by something intangible, yet utterly indelible.

Because he loved him, Drinian did what he could to be beside his king always.

When at last the Dawn Treader came to port in Narnia, pennants flying, Drinian found Caspian in his stateroom preparing to disembark. The Star’s Daughter had been staying there since Ramandu’s island, but the king had all manner of items stored about the room that needed organizing.

Drinian stood in the doorway until he was sure he had Caspian’s full attention. Then he took off his sword belt and his mail shirt and his helmet, knelt before the king, and offered them up. It was a pledge like a knight of old might have made. No words were needed.

Caspian stood looking at him for a long moment. Drinian lowered his gaze. Then suddenly there was a hand beneath his chin: Caspian’s hand, raising Drinian’s face to meet his eyes. He took the sword and the proffered armor and placed them on his desk, then returned and gave Drinian his signet ring.

“Brother of my soul,” he said, “I thank thee.”

Drinian stood for Caspian at his wedding. When Rilian was born, he was the third person ever to hold the child.

Rilian was hot to the touch when he was born, but the Lady Queen said this was to be expected for the blood of the stars. He blinked up at Drinian and kicked his impossibly tiny feet. When Drinian turned to the king, he saw that Caspian was weeping

When Caspian rode out to battle, Drinian rode beside him. The Lady Star managed the Cair in their absence, safe in the knowledge that her husband was defended by a knight more loyal than any other. Indeed, sometimes Drinian flattered himself to imagine that Caspian was like King Peter of old, and that Drinian was the King Edmund, his brother. It was said that those two never failed in defense of one another; neither did Drinian intend to fail his king.

Drinian remembered King Edmund, but he’d never met King Peter. Caspian talked about him sometimes: young, but brimming with strength and a leader’s poise. A strategist and a warrior. The greatest and most humble man he’d ever met.

“I haven’t come to take your place, you know, but to put you in it.”

In the Golden Age, had King Edmund worried over his brother before battle? Had he poked as many holes as he could find in his King Peter’s stratagems, fortifying them and making them better? Had he held King Peter on his shoulder when soldiers were lost at the High King’s word?

He must have, Drinian imagined. From the months they had spent together, Drinian knew King Edmund to be a measured and stalwart man. At any rate, Drinian aimed to be nothing less to Caspian.

As Rilian grew, he came to rely on Drinian’s council. He was like an uncle and more: patient when the King was weary and present when the Queen grew distant. Drinian was the first to know when the young Rilian loved a girl, twelve years old and hopelessly woebegone. He’d patted the boy on the back and regaled him with stories of hearts broken and mended.

As he grew, Rilian confided deeper concerns: disputes with his father, insecurity in his role as prince, fear on the eve of battle.

Drinian listened as one who had long ago pledged his life to Rilian’s father. In time he came to love the boy almost as his own.

Once, the Lady Queen put her warm hand on Drinian’s arm and whispered, “I could never have wished for a greater brother to my husband, nor a dearer uncle to our son. Thou’rt more beloved of our family than I can say, dear Captain.”

They were happy for many years: Caspian, the Lady Star, Rilian, and Drinian. This bears saying. Whatever came after, they were happy for many years. Narnia prospered and her royal family had joy.

On a sweet spring morn when Rilian was a young man, the royal retinue returned to the Cair with the cold body of the Queen in tow. That evening found Rilian in Drinian’s quarters, mourning there so as not to compound his father’s shattering grief.

“She tried to speak,” murmured Rilian, staring unblinking at a point on the wall behind Drinian’s left shoulder. “She tried to speak but she could not be understood. Now I shall never know what words she wanted to say in her final moments.”

“Courage,” said Drinian, “thou’lt speak with her again when Aslan takes thee to his own country.”

“Yes,” said Rilian, drawing himself up and finally meeting Drinian’s eyes. “Yes, courage. The worm that slew her still lives, and I’ll not rest so long as it remains alive.”

Caspian arrived at Drinian’s door mere minutes after Rilian had left. On seeing him, Drinian immediately enfolded the king in his arms.

“Brother of my soul,” Caspian wept on Drinian’s shoulder. “I loved her! Do you know how much? Oh, how I loved her. My darling, my sister, my bride!”

A month passed during which Rilian was scarcely seen in the lands around the Cair. The Lady Queen was interred beneath a great white stone. Caspian wept and moved through the halls of the castle as though surrounded by a thick haze of fog. Drinian comforted him. Rilian rode north again and again.

During the short times when he was at home, the prince looked as though he had seen visions. His eyes were wide and tired and there was a manic energy in his limbs. He did not seem to sleep.

Caspian did not seem to notice the change in his son, so lost was he in the fog of his own grief. Yet Drinian saw it. He sought the boy out one evening and urged him to give up his hunt for the worm. “There is no true vengeance on a witless brute as there might be on a man.”

Rilian drew back, eyes alight with something dangerous that Drinian had never seen before. “I have almost forgotten the worm these seven days!” he exclaimed.

“Then, by the Lion’s mane, why dost thou ride so continually into the northern woods? Child, the king grieves. He needs thee beside him.”

“That may be,” replied the prince, “but my lord! There I have seen the most beautiful thing that was ever made.”

Drinian thought of the lilies and the light at world’s end. He thought of the Star’s Daughter as he had first seen her, of Caspian on his wedding day, of the baby prince blinking and sniffling on the day of his birth. He looked at Rilian’s transformed face and he feared for the son of his heart.

Drinian had many good reasons to withhold the story of the woman Rilian was seeing at the fountain, at least for the moment. Rilian had asked him to keep it secret, and Drinian had never before broken the boy’s confidence. Caspian had too much weight on his shoulders already; he walked like an old man now and Drinian could not bear to add to his worries. There was no cause to think that the woman was an immediate danger to Rilian, for they had been meeting for more than a week without incident.

Yet when Rilian did not return from the north one night, Drinian’s heart was disturbed within him. As the hours passed and the shadows grew long, he tore his clothes and paced his quarters, summoning the courage to do what he must.

He found Caspian seated outside the Small Armory waiting for word from the search parties. His shoulders were slumped and his hair grew white at the temples. Drinian’s dearest friend was wasting before him and he had no power to stop it. No, he could only add to Caspian’s woes, more’s the pity.

Drinian fell to a knee, just as he had done aboard the Dawn Treader so many years before. He put out his hands, empty now, and bowed his head. “Lord King, slay me speedily as a great traitor, for by my silence I have destroyed your son.”

Caspian stood; it seemed to take an age. Yet when at last he was on his feet, he hefted a battle axe and rushed forward upon Drinian.

Drinian held fast, prepared for the death-blow, until he felt a hand beneath his chin.

The axe had been cast aside. Caspian stood stooped before him and lifted Drinian’s head so that their eyes met. “I have lost my queen and my son,” he said, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. “Shall I lose my friend also?”

The king held out a hand and drew Drinian to his feet. An instant later he was enfolded in strong arms. “Brother of my soul,” Caspian wept. “How could I bear it?”

In all the next fortnight, Drinian and the king were scarcely parted. They supped together, slept in adjoining chambers, and wept together.

Oft times they walked by the sea in the cool of the day, listening to the lapping of the waves and the cry of the gulls. Drinian recounted stories he had learned as a boy from his Galman mother, of sirens and pirates and children riding across the seas on the backs of great whales. Once in a while he drew a smile from the king.

“Perhaps we should go to sea again,” Caspian said one such evening. “Another voyage. Perhaps it would be a balm to the soul.”

“Someday,” Drinian answered. “Not today. Thou art too much a king to depart with the kingdom in such a state.”

“With my soul in such a state.”

“Am I not the brother of thy soul? Have I not sworn it? Give me a little of thy care, Majesty, and I’ll carry it for you.”

Caspian opened his mouth and shut it. “Tis beyond speech,” he said.

“I know it,” answered Drinian. “Say only what thou canst. The Lion, in his mercy, will provide the rest.”

“O my son Rilian, my son, my son Rilian! Would the Lion I had died for thee! O Rilian, my son, my son!”

When at last Caspian was old and sick and dying, he walked with Drinian by the sea and told him, “The time has come.”

She was a beautiful ship, taller and sturdier than Dawn Treader once was. She was elegantly designed, artfully crafted and expertly engineered bow to stern. If he had been a different man, her captain might have boasted that she was the rival the Splendor Hyaline, the flagship of Narnia’s Golden Age.

As it was, Drinian took the helm with an old grace. The feel of the ship’s timbers beneath him was a comfort, the tender touch of a long-abandoned dream. He hoped Caspian would be comforted too.

Caspian X could have been called the Restorer, or even the Great. Yet Caspian was the Seafarer both in name and in memory. Drinian, the brother of his soul, was his captain before he was anything else. Aslan willing, the sea would prove a balm to both their souls.

#drinian #narnia #into light #pontifications and creations #Leah stories #Drinian is one of the best underrated characters in the series #and the Caspian Family Tragedy is always *chef's kiss*!#like. i don't think I've quite done this premise justice #but i edited and rewrite and then posted and then almost immediately took it down and edited and rewrote some more so this is as good #as it gets for now #going for David and Jonathan vibes with Caspian and Drinian. hope that was obvious #i mean it's kind of a 'what if Jonathan had lived' kind of deal but still #all the allusions are there as deftly as i could manage hem #anyway yeah this is long #no idea where to put the cut...#night under narnia

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chrissymorgan9700 · 1 year

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Guardians of Narnia - Prologue

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone,

Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,

The evil time will be over and done.

All Narnians knew this prophecy by heart. Throughout the 100 years of endless winter, these words brought peace to the Animals and creatures that suffered under the White Witch's reign.

It was recited in hushed tones, whispered in their prayers, that one day, someday soon, the true King would return and banish the Witch back to whatever desolate place she had crawled out of. That Aslan and the fated Two Sons of Adam and Two Daughters of Eve would bring spring back to their land and usher in a new Golden Age.

However, what you, dear reader, may not have known, was the second half of the prophecy.

But while wickedness rules, and enemies reign,

By Narnia's Guardians shall evil's grasp be restrained

Aslan's own they shall be, endowed with gifts by He

Balanced by nature, by day, by night

Until the King returns, with glorious might!

#old work #rewrite #chronicles of narnia #ocs

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gryfflepuffinthetardis · 4 months

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Stranger Things Masterlists

Steve Harrington: (Sorted Oldest to Newest)

Devil Town (Imogen V. Henderson played by Katherine Langford)

Imogen Henderson was as normal as a tomboy could be in the eighties. Rather than shop and gossip, she’d rather play D&D with her brother and his friends and learn how to fight with swords. Imogen was incredibly intelligent, in fact, her brother described her as an empathetic Sherlock Holmes. She was intelligent yet scatterbrained and eccentric.

People often wondered why the most popular kid in school bothered being friends with her as she was only known for her tendency for violence as demonstrated by that time she punched Tommy H. in the face.

But one day, her world turns into one of the stories she loved to read when Will Byers goes missing and she finds out that the world isn’t as logical as she once thought. Now she has to do whatever she can to keep her friends and family safe.

Trauma Masterlist (Emilie H. Henderson played by Hailee Steinfeld)

Emilie Henderson was damaged. Everyone knew what happened to her. Or at least, they knew enough. When she was thirteen she went camping with her father and they both went missing for nearly two weeks until Emilie was found barely alive with deep wounds from an unknown origin and her father was found with his eyes caved in and his bones cracked.

She was in a coma for thirteen weeks when she came back she had no memory of what happened. Doctors said the trauma was so great that the young girl blocked it out. But ever since then, she kept having nightmares of a place. Like this world but cold and dark. She lived with the Byers as she became friends with Jonathan and was like a daughter to Joyce until her brother and mother were able to move to Hawkins with her due to complications.

She's now known at the traumatized girl of Hawkins High with the freak brother, yet somehow she is Steve "The Hair" Harrington's best friend albeit their relationship has gotten rocky. She deals with normal things along with her nightmares and trauma-school, bullies, insecurities, and being in love with her best friend.

But when Will Byers goes missing and odd occurrences start happening, Emilie's memories start coming back.

Broken Bird (Rue Hopper Played by Kathyrn Newton)

"Rue" - Regret. That summed up the past four years of Rue Persephone Hopper's life. Ever since her sister--her beautiful baby sister got sick. Cancer.

When she got sick, they had to go to New York to get her treatment, when the previously bright-eyed troublemaker. Rue Hopper returned now an only child, she had none of the light left in her eyes. She came back a broken soul of a broken home. Broken. That summed up everything inside Rue.

After Sara died, she had felt so much pain that she thought she was losing her mind-until she shut down. Now she walks around Hawkins, dead inside, plastering a smile on her face and hiding it with jokes, snark, and sarcasm. But when one of her best friend's brothers go missing, the spark in her is reignited.

Killer Queen Masterlist (Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson played by Zoey Deutch; Pan Henderson played by David Tennant)

Formerly "Life is Strange".

Cassandra Delphia “Cassie Dare” “Cassie” Henderson is wild, dangerous… insubordinate… Right here, folks. right here.

Steve Harrington and Cassie Dare Henderson--best friends since diapers until the dare of 1979. It turns out that breaking and entering into the Hawkins Lab wasn't a good idea when Dustin's older sister, Cassie Dare did so because she when went in and didn't come back out until being found near-dead in the woods three weeks later with no memory whatsoever from entering the lab but she hasn't been the same since. She was distant and aloof despite the attempts of her little brother, Dustin and her best friend, Steve Harrington, but the day that Will Byers goes missing she starts remembering things when she mysteriously gains strange abilities the same moment the gate opened and she meets a strange little girl who looks so familiar to her.

Warning(s): Cursing, PG-13 Sexual Content, 80’s Homophobia (Not explicit, just a comment here and there from Tommy and them.)

Embers In the Sky (Dominique "Nico" Henderson played Georgie Henley; Alex Henderson played by David Tennant)

Dominique “Nico” Henderson. Older sister of Dustin Henderson and daughter of Claudia and Alex Henderson. Loyal, brave, intelligent, sarcastic, and violent. She is ignored and/or feared by bullies, loved by those who are bullied, and most of all loved by Steve Harrington.

But in another part of Hawkins, she is known by another name. One she plans on never hearing again. Her first name. Dominique. She got more than the other kids got at Hawkins Lab but she was never an official test subject. She was the daughter of a test subject. And until 1979, she was an active yet unofficial test subject with powers of fire—the Upside-Down’s biggest weakness. She was the only test subject who was subjected to being continuously sent into the Upside-Down to test the human’s capacity to survive there, until the Massacre, nearly killed her and Brenner’s favorite test subject changed, letting Alex and Nico free but they still had the memories. And then in 1983, their past comes back.

#Steve Harrington x Female Original Character #Steve Harrington X Henderson!Sister #Steve Harrington x Hopper!Daughter #Steve Harrington #Stranger Things Rewrite #Katherine Langford #Hailee Steinfeld #Kathryn Newton #Zoey Deutch #Georgie Henley #David Tennant #Narnia #Lucy Pevensie #Broken Girls #Damaged Girls #Badass Girls #Best Friend Steve Harrington #Papa Bear #David Tennant as Original Character's Dad

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divinecomedyproductions · 8 months

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FanFiciton Multiverse: The Emperor-Verse

Given the nature of my RWBY Reimagined AU, Saints of Remnant, I'm thinking compiling some of my fanfictions in a universe thats inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia which is implied to exist in this universe but never truly touched upon until a major crossover event and even then, its set after The Last Battle so Narnia is long gone, but it vaguely implied and referenced to explain how this multiverse works and even the origins of some worlds along utilizing the theology of my Catholic Faith, The Works of CS Lewis and Medieval Cosmology, since all these things in my opinion can help tie them all together.

The Emperor-Verse(link to the blog is in the title)

The Emperor-Verse is the fanfiction multiverse in which these stories take place, named after the Supreme Deity that rules these worlds The-Emperor-Of-All-That-Is which were created or adopted by The Great Prince and given The Breath of Life

My Catholic Faith along with the works of CS Lewis served great inspiration for this universe, but mostly its a prototype of one of my fictional universes, or perhaps you can call a ‘multiverse’, known as The Loreverse which you can find on my primary blog

And here are some of the titles

RWBY: Saints of Remnant(reimagined)

Code Geass: Lelouch of The Knighood(reimagined, possible placeholder title)

Skullgirls: Reimagined(placeholder name, need to think of something more fitting)

Bionicle: A Tale of Hope(reimagined)

Fate/Defiance(Fan Sequel to Unlimted Bladeworks)

Skeleton Knight in Another World: The Order of The Sacred Blood(alternate sequel)

BlazBlue: Alterized Fate(reimagined)

D.Gray-Man: Encore(reimagined)

There may be more in the future

It may feature a crossover involving five characters, two from our world which shares the same world as Fate in this case, jumping from world to world and bring some other characters across worlds depending on the situation

Now you’re probably asking

“Why are you doing this?”

Mostly because like I said, its a prototype of concepts and stories which these franchises I’m using I take heavy inspiration from, which will most likely become there own things mostly for The Lorverse.

If I used The Loreverse which I plan to make money on, it might lead to legal issues and I don't want that to happen.

“Why are you using your Religion?”

Mostly due to it being a strong foundation, notably theology, for most of my stories, there are many strong foundations of storytelling, religion, history, you can even fantasize science if you put the imagination, time, and effort into it.

After doing some soul searching and listening to the Narnia books on Audible, which Narnia is implied to exist, or I should say had existed, in this universe, and I might include elements of CS Lewis’ Space Trilogy

The multiverse takes these universes and blends them into my faith and its theology, and even uses medieval cosmology, and makes them more like swashbucklings epics and fairy stories.

“Isn’t this kind of entitled and disrespectful?”

Disagreement isn’t necessarily malicious, and entitlement is not inherently bad if its your opinions and subjective feelings which people are entitled to.

Tolkien was heavily inspired by his distaste for how Shakespeare handled certain concepts, such as the Ents when he was upset and dissatisfied that there were no walking talking trees in the Enchanted Fortest of Macbeth, and the Valar Aule the Smith and the origin of the Dwarves make him something of an Anti-Prometheus

Not to mention Philip Pullman, the author of His Dark Materials Trilogy, made it out his distaste how CS Lewis made the Chronicles of Narnia and his overall beef with Christianity, and nobody seems to take issue with that.

I’m not trying to spite anyone, I’m not trying to spite Monty Oum with my RWBY Reimagined AU, Especially when I never knew the guy, and that can be said with the other AUs I’m not trying to change canon or its “trajectory” whatever that means in this context. I’m not saying Pyrrha and Arkos and the current direction of RWBY post V3 was objectively bad, just not my taste, I expected it to be more like Star Wars or Avatar the Last Airbender, and ships I wanted akin to Ed and Winry, Han and Leia, Kagome and Inuyasha, I think you get the idea, and I know not everyone who liked it and are fine with how these other franchises turned out is an elitist about it, just in my experience, there were people who were. And I won’t touch upon the ships I have a beef with on this blog either.

And I’m not saying any of the franchises I’ve been covering are all objectively bad, even when they use concepts or take directions with them I don’t like due to personal tastes and preferences and “personal emotional beats”, I have my reasons for them just as you all have reasons for yours.

I am making these AU stories, which will eventually be revamped into original stories because looking back on them, their worlds, characters, concepts, ships I wanted, and other ideas all could have been in stories I believe are worth telling and I was disappointed and frustrated that they weren’t. That’s it.

Yeah, it may also be due to subjective and personal feelings, at least so I’ve been told, but I try to integrate that in a meaningful way. Once again, I have my reasons for them as you all do for yours.

“But isn’t this crossover and multiverse stuff, especially if your including Narnia and your religion kinda cringe?”

It’s mostly because helps organize my stories and gives a stable foundation when reimagining these stories, notably the magical nature of each world such as the nature of Remnant(Aura, Semblance, Faunus), Geass, Blue(BlazeBlue), Bionicle mysticism, and so-on and so-forth as different configurations of Deep Magic

I’m also utilizing medieval cosmology as Lewis did to explain the multiverse by organizing with every universe being a “Sphere” and our world, blended with the Fate Type Moon universe for practical purposes, being “The Firstborn Sphere” and the outermost sphere being Heaven or some had called “Aslan’s Country” or as its called in this Multiverse “The Great Empire” which also can be applied to the multiverse itself aka The Great Cosmic Sphere. and Hell or also known as “Tash’s Country” or “The Netherworld” exists completely outside of the multiverse

As well using the Biblical Story of Genesis as a basis especially with Adam and Eve’s connection to many sentient species of the Multiverse.

Now personally when it comes to my faith, I can live with either creationism or theistic evolution, just anything besides outright materialism.

All of this just helps tie everything together...

And like I said, all in due time, these will be made into original stories for my original universe.

I can see why people think using my religion and Narnia is cringe due to the creatively bankrupt Pureflix movies are all feel-good with no substance written by mostly I like to call "Joel Olsteens" rather than the works of martyrs and church fathers, or the esteemed medievalist CS Lewis and his friend JRR Tolkien, a hardened veteran who's family and his own life was nurtured by a serious but still merry understanding of the faith.

And I'm not saying I'm on par with these guys, but I feel like if I take cue from them, I can be sincere in my work.

So I hope you all enjoy what I have to offer, which will most likely be put on AO3 and FanFiction.Net, and who knows, I might get a few artists to commission to redesign some characters or illustrate some scenes if anyone is up for it.

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ivyblossom · 2 months

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That thing where I feel like I'm going to have to write fanfiction again

This is a weird one. I just want to say it somewhere, so that I've said it somewhere, but I realize there's there's one person who actually cares about this and she already knows, so. This is just for me, I guess.

Fifteen years ago, I wrote most of a Narnia fic. It pairs of Edmund Pevensie and Bacchus, aka Dionysus, the ancient Greek god of grapes, wine and uninhibited ecstasy. Also theatre. I know, that's a bit weird. Is Bacchus even in the Narnia stories? (Yes, he is. He even has lines!) Why on earth am I pairing him up with Edmund, who is 10 when we first meet him?

It's all the weird memory tricks, I'm a sucker for those. The Pevensies forget about England because they stay so long in Narnia and stop thinking about England, and they can (and do) forget about Narnia if they stay in England too long and don't think about Narnia enough (poor Susan), and I find that really interesting. It offers up so many nooks and crannies to stick story in. They grow up and become adults in Narnia, but are required to forget most of it in order to return to build children in England.

And come on: is Bacchus not also very obviously the god of Narnian orgies? I mean, yes. Clearly. He's also Aslan's default caterer and water-into-wine head tech. If you need buildings destroyed and bullies turned into trees and/or pigs, Bacchus is your guy. He's not big on wearing clothes, and according to Edmund, he's incredibly beautiful and extremely dangerous. Edmund is only 10 when we first meet him, sure, but he grows up, reverse ages, and then starts to grow up again. Bacchus throws them a G-rated orgy in Prince Caspian. There's love there.

Hasn't Edmund suffered enough? Yes, he got addicted to the Turkish Delight that time, but he'd been struggling and was being bullied, he was carrying a lot of self-hatred and shame, give a kid a break. He did get himself heroically killed putting it right, only to be healed physically and psychologically by Santa Claus's magic healing cordial, as one does. Doesn't Edmund deserve a cute immortal boyfriend with quirky friends and a serious green thumb who grows his own grapes, makes his own wine, can manipulate and control the desires of everyone around him like conducting an orchestra, and who will love him until the end of time? There aren't many humans in Narnia, why not hook up with the god of uninhibited ecstasy? I mean, he's right there.

Anyway. It was fifteen years ago.

I wrote 3/4ths of it, I had one part left to go to finish it, I had an idea about what how it would end, but for some reason I never wrote the ending. I don't remember why. So it's been sitting there unfinished since 2009.

And in the last few weeks I started thinking about it again. I had an idea about that ending. I couldn't remember if this idea I was toying with was my original concluding idea or not, it's been that long, but I liked the idea, and I thought, you know, I should write that idea in as the last part and finally finish that thing.

And then I read what I'd written. And a) 15 years is a long time and I have so many criticisms, I was clearly in love with the sound of my own voice (uh...nothing's changed there I guess?), b) I wrote the thing in such a way to exclude my new idea, so apparently that wasn't my original plan, but c) yeah, I should have written this thing properly the first time around. And now I have 104 more ideas and I love them all, so.

I think I have to rewrite it. Or, I suppose, just write another one and replace it? I dunno. Just playing it out now.

I think I'm going to write it. Is this an active fandom? I don't think so. I don't care. This love story needs to be told. Edmund deserves this.

#fanfiction #narnia #Edmund/Bacchus #it's never too late right?

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darkcrowprincess · 4 months

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Casmund au thoughts where after a long life Caspian comes to Edmunds world to be with him back to the same age he was in Voyage of the Dawn Treader:

The hilarity and drama of the other Pevensie siblings trying to explain to their parents who that young pirate looking fellow is that hangs around Edmund all the time. And I say others, because Edmund does not give a shit to explain. He thought he would never see Caspian again. He's on cloud nine. Caspian and Edmund can both easily kill anyone who attacks them and escape jail. So yeah they don't give a shit about homophobia. They are going to live their best lives. Edmund looking on in love as cute confused Caspian tries to figure out the 1940s British world and has the Pevensies to teach him. Casmund basically being married, just not legally.

#casmund #the chronicles of narnia #edmund pevensie #narnia #caspian x #otp: rewrite the stars 🌟#my thoughts #my writing #casmund au

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batshitspnblrmail · 8 months

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Fandom History: How a group of toxic Sam fans got Sam kicked out of a christ figure poll tournament

In April of 2023, a tumblr user created a sideblog called christ-figure-bracket for the purposes of running a poll tournament. Tumblrs could send in nominees from their favorite shows. Sam was one such nominee.

Christ-figure-bracket placed Sam against Aslan (literal lion Jesus) in the first round, with the caption, "This one is actually coughing baby vs hydrogen bomb and I'm not going to apologize for it."

Some samfans were offended by the idea that OP had it out for Sam, while others thought it was funny and took it as a challenge: What if they could get a win for Sam against a literal Jesus stand in from a C.S. Lewis book?

Trouble began almost immediately in the notes of the post. Two screenshots were preserved by another Tumblr user before the OP blocked these accounts.

Very quickly, the post also attracted wincest shippers and the OP expressed their discomfort in a joking manner.

Most users found this response funny, but some wincest shippers were quite indignant about it, and decided to start reblogging the OPs posts and adding comments about wincest and wincest fan art in retaliation. These responses are difficult to find because OP blocked the accounts that made such responses so quickly, but here's one:

The OP responded by threatening to remove Sam from the tournament if spnblr didn't clean up its act

Five minutes later, OP posted the following:

Wincest shippers then further bemoaned Sam's removal:

Elsewhere across spnblr, disk horse about OP and Sam's validity as a christ figure was being hotly debated. Some blogs supposed OP had some other nefarious motives for removing Sam from the bracket, despite OP saying, when asked who they thought was the hydrogen bomb and who was the coughing baby, "Who's a lion and who's literally just some boy. Also I used to love Narnia and I've never seen supernatural so like".

God knows what OP's evil goal might have been in adding Sam to a poll only to remove him after being repeatedly sent incestuous media as a form of harassment for daring to express their discomfort.

Many users didn't seem to know about the harassment against the OP because it was deleted so fast, or chose to ignore it and rewrite history such that Sam was removed simply for wincest shippers quietly existing and not because of the continuous harassment OP was receiving from members of their community.

Other samfans understood the OP's decision to remove Sam from the bracket as a result of the harassment OP received.

One corner of sam fandom also fixated on at least one other user for daring to not agree about Sam as a christ figure and attempted to trash them behind their back. (I'm not sharing screenshots because I don't want the person who was being mocked to ever come across this post and be able to tell those screenshots were about them).

The poll continued on after being deleted by OP. Sam lost to Aslan, receiving 41.4% of 4,207 votes. Knuckles from Sonic the Hedgehog was the ultimate winner of the Christ Figure Bracket.

#jesus!sam harassment

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lyralit · 2 years

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ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ: 25 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ [ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ]

write a letter from the pov of your mc. to a loved one, or their enemy, or their future self. one letter, however long or short it will be.

if your mc owned a home in the modern-day world, what would it look like? describe the rooms, who lives there, the smells and tastes and feelings.

your mc plans the *perfect* night out with someone they love. lead us through it.

describe your mc's happiest memory.

in return, describe a memory that put them through it.

suddenly there's television (or something akin to) in whatever world it takes place in—fantasy, sci-fi, dystopia. what kinds of shows are on? what shows do your main cast like to watch? what modern-day actors would play as the shows' characters?

look for a part of your wip that you struggled with—or begin a new page if you haven't begun it yet. write at least one line. write one more. delete it all, and start over. write the same scene (a scene lasts until a character leaves or enters) until you are proud. you wrote this. you should be. take as long as you need.

curate a playlist: one song for every character introduced.

make a theme for your wip. [theme = idea + opinion] the theme of Sleeping Beauty could be true love conquers all.

[take a break. you deserve it.]

write a letter from the main antagonist complaining about the protagonist.

take the first chapter of your wip, but as the mc's enemy.

all your main and side characters (evil ones included) joined a therapy group (they probably needed it, didn't they). write out the discussion in the form of a movie script.

the protagonist and antagonist sit down and have a heart-to-heart. what do they discuss? what do they confess?

you're now a—specifically—gen z blogger commenting on the actions of your characters, in any chapter you like.

write yourself into one chapter of your book. how would you face the terrifying evil, or manipulative politics? not your mc—you.

plop your characters into a whole other genre. they're sci-fi alien slayers? well, guess who's the new Sherlock Holmes. the kings and queens of Narnia? add a bit of a coming-of-age love crisis.

pick two characters. any two: pull them out of a jar, spin a wheel, I don't care. make a Venn diagram with them on either side.

pick your mc and make a bullet list of thirty things they've probably achieved in an au. skydiving world record? ultimate frisbee world champion? most books read within a span of 24h? it's up to you.

[rest. you're almost there.]

set a timer for ten minutes. in those five minutes, write out the death scene of an important character—whether of old age or to be clicked into the storyline later.

edit your work. find common errors and ask someone to proofread. you can use websites such as Hemingway Editor.

go on picrew (or any other website) and make your characters.

take a chapter or chunk of text you're unsatisfied with, and rewrite it completely from memory. this will leave the important parts and help sharpen the words. do this as many times as you like until you're satisfied.

set a timer for ninety minutes. pick up where you left off, and write as much as you can—screw the plot line, trash grammar, ignore sense. it's only a draft, and it can only get better.

if you decide to post anything, feel free to tag me in them!

you've got this.

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kellshaw · 10 months

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Entropy impacts your fantasy world

Entropy infects all systems. Things wear down, and either collapse or shake apart into new configurations.

Fantasy worlds are divided into a series of ages, where myths are split apart from legends and history. They might look like this Middle-Earth inspired history (at least my high school D&D campaign world did):

First Age - Gods walk the earth, or make the world. Evil gods are dealt with or bound.

Second Age - The great civilizations flourish, items of remarkable power of crafted and legendary battles occur. Famous institutions like kingdoms, and bloodlines are established.

Third Age - Not as epic, as the first or second age. The hero grows up on a farm or distant location and learns about the age of magic. Perhaps they’ll inherit a sword or learn lost secrets. There are ruins everywhere. Some dark threat left over from the second age will return and be dealt with. Perhaps the hero will reconnect with one of the elite institutions established in the second age.

Fourth Age - The age of magic ends, and everything changes. Elves sail away, gods leave the world, and hand it over to people, who, live in wisdom and peace and tell stories about the good old days to the kids.

This is also a metaphor for human life. The first age is childhood when you believe impossible things and dragons, the second age is when you’re young, fighting for your passions, the third age is when you get your job and learn how the systems of the world work. And the fourth age is when you’re paying off the mortgage, and you don’t have time to play D&D anymore or read books, but you’ve got fond memories of those days and will tell your bored family members about the good old days.

Let’s cut to 2020, COVID era. I’m in the fourth age of my life. During lockdown, I work through a bunch of intense personal stuff. One of them is that my epic fantasy novel series is doomed not to be finished in its current state—it’s lost in a muddle of endless rewrites. The book had lots of POVs, good character work and world building, but not much of a plot apart from an expedition across a continent. Time to recognize that it would never be done. I’ll never be Brandon Sanderson. (At least with that book.)

I get out my shotgun, place the barrel against the malformed, beating dreams of finishing that series, and pull the trigger.

Time to reboot. Start something else. I need to create I can finish. Shorter, less epic. Except, being one of those eternal gamemaster types, I can’t tell stories without a world.

Yeah, I could build any world I want and—my subconscious wants to design a setting in a fantasy world’s fourth age. When I was younger, the concept of the fourth age horrified me. Who’d want to tell stories in a world where the magic went away, and everything was about modern life, office workers and cars?

Now, I find that interesting. Because the past is a magical one, right? How would that influence the modern day? And how did the magic leave the world? What if something went wrong with the final epic battle between light and darkness? What if losing magic was a last ditch strike? A nuclear option. Not a gentle fading of magic like in Middle-Earth—a planned obsolescence—but a catastrophe mess that broke the world.

And what if magic survived, but became hidden, messy and complicated?

So that’s the key idea I had when designing my world. Modern, yet with a hidden layer of magic.

Now to figure out what that looked like. And what sort of stories would it drive?

How about you—did you build your world by thinking about this sort of thing to start with (themes) or did you start with some other idea? Or even a sense of a character or a vision of a scene? (I love the story by CS Lewis how his initial idea for Narnia was simply a mental picture of Lucy and Mr. Tumnus walking arm-in-arm through a snowy wood...)

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