One of my favorite historical deepdive topics is the friendship between CS Lewis (the author for The Chronicles of Narnia) and JRR Tolkien (the author for The Lord of the Rings).

There's so much good stuff to talk about like how Tolkien nearly broke off his friendship with Lewis because he wanted to put Santa Claus in his books, or how Tolkien got pissed about CS Lewis being called an "ascetic writer" in an interview because he watched him sling back 4 beers at lunch the day before. Plus the fact that Tolkien famously hated his work being taken as an allegory or metaphor, meanwhile Lewis was like "if one person doesn't understand that the lion is Jesus I'll shoot myself"

But I think my favorite piece of their history together is the letter CS Lewis sent to JRR Tolkien describing Aslan.

Because you think back on this time period and go "everyone was so stuffy and uptight and miserable, they're nothing like us"... but then the first ever drawing of Aslan by CS Lewis was this

Hello! I was wondering if you could ship me with someone. I’m 16, 5’3 ft tall, I’m Latina, brunette with soft curls, my eyes are black, I have freckles in my cheeks and nose, and I’m sklinny. I love reading, writing, painting and dancing. I’m really loyal and somewhat sensitive, I tend to find my self in chaotic situations, my favorite attributes is that I’m fierce and smart but I’m scared of being lonely.

I ship you with Caspian!

He adores how artistic you are and the joy you find in creating things

Always ready to get you out of a chaotic situation, or drag you into an even more of a mess

He knows that you’ll always be there for him and he makes sure you feel that he’s there for you, always on your side

Caspian loves to take you on trips to the most beautiful places on the continent and enjoy local fruit, sunsets, and the wind in your hair together

Letting you paint while he relaxes in the sun

Telling each other the most exciting stories you read or heard

He pays close attention to what you like and if you’re feeling comfortable. If something is wrong, he knows

He loves to pick you up and pepper your face with kisses

Hey, could you write an image where Edmund and the reader are together in the Cair Paravel library and Ed`s taking helpful notes for Peter for his business meeting, but then Ed suggests going to his room as a thunderstorm is coming and he's kinda uncomfortable by it so he'd rather go in his room instead? Some fluff, romance and sweet declarations?

Hi!

Not sure if that's what you meant but here you go ;)

His hands were stained with ink as he wrote down notes on a piece of parchment. You and Ed were stuck in the library for hours. Peter was meeting with Calormen ambassadors in a few days and entrusted Edmund with research, important notes on the economics, trade, history and culture of the southern country. And then Edmund went to you, his dedicated partner. You were finding relevant books and chapters, he was summarizing them into notes and highlighting what you need more information on and so, his ends were covered with ink, yours with dust collected from various Narnian tomes and scrolls. It reminded you of homework group project but more bearable when you could do it with a person you love, exchanging both information and kisses.

You slammed shut a thick book on Calormenian agriculture and sat down in an armchair with a sigh. The curtains of the door opening the library to a balcony outlooking the sea, moved in the breeze. You heard thunder. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon and the usually soft sea breeze stung your skin with cold.

'Maybe we should finish for today?' you mentioned. 

Ed made a questioning hum and looked up at you. Immersed in work, only now did he feel the cold wind picking up, storming into the room. Another thunderclap shot through the air. He looked into the dark clouds slowly approaching the castle and furrowed his brow.

'You’re right, we can finish tomorrow.’ he stood up and closed the balcony door. 'Thank you for your help today, I know that looking through economic records is not your favorite pastime.’

'Maybe not, but spending time with you might be.’ You said with a cheeky smile which disappeared suddenly when you saw lighting illuminate the sky, followed by a loud rumble. You didn’t like storms, they put you on edge and although Cair Paravel was safe, it was hard to believe that something so beautiful, made of marble archways and glass, could withstand so much. Then again, fear made people irrational.

'Oh, flattery?’ he smirked in reply, putting the quills and pieces of paper into a desk drawer. 'Well, I’m off. I’m going back to my chambers, but if you need anything just let me know, I’ll probably take a bath first and- are you okay?’

Your silence must have been more than telling. Eyes peeled to the glass panes, all you could focus on was the sound of wind hitting the windows. Thunder. Uneasy waves getting faster and more aggressive.

'Can I go with you? I don’t want to be alone’ you looked him in the eye - hopeful, disoriented, anxious.

'Why-’ he saw you shiver as you heard another thunder. 'Of course.’

He reached out a hand, helping you get out of the armchair and you left the library together. He held you close as you walked down the hallways, pressing a quick kiss to your temple on the way. 

His chambers were on the west side of the castle, better protected from the upcoming storm. It was a simple but elegant room. As you entered you could hear the storm quieten, still gaining strength but in the distance, somewhere far away. When he drew the heavy curtains close over the windows, the sound was almost possible to ignore, except for an occasional thunder, its sharp and distinct sound still reaching your ears.

With the curtains close, it was dark but in the dim light you could still see him go up to the little basin in the corner of the room and wash away the ink from his hands. You sat down on the bed. The greens covers were soft as you ran your hands over them. You laid down, watching him as he wiped his hands on a towel and joined you on the bed. You were facing each other, faces mere inches away, eyes locked.

'Did you know that in 872 due to grain shortages Calormenian brewers started adding seeds and spices  to flavor their beers and keep all ingredients cheap and local? An event which not only forced them to develop new drinks and recipes, but affected the barley trade between them and Archenland.’

You gave him a questioning look but couldn’t hold back a smile. 'Is that a poor attempt at distraction?’

'Yes.’ he smiled back. 'But also, I can’t wait to try the Calormenian spice liquor.’

You rolled your eyes jokingly and when you met his gaze again he was looking at you intensely, smile still lingering on his lips. 

'We’ll visit Calormen together one day.’ he whispered. He looked beautiful, his black hair in disarray, green eyes looking at you full of honest, his expression vulnerable and happy. 'I’ll wrap you in silks and show you Tashbaan, we’ll see the sands of the desert and the restless sun.’

'I’d like that.’ you whispered back, matching his lazy but quiet tone. You could whisper about plans and fantasies with him for hours. He pulled you close, wrapping an arm around you. You spoke about plans, journeys, and places. You spoke about the future and all the things you hoped for. You spoke until the storm disappeared to the back of your mind, thunder drowned out by the beating of your hearts.

 A/N: Took me a while to reply to that request, 3+ years but hey, hope you like it guys!

Hi are you still doing ships for Narnia? Bios won’t load for me for some reason

Hi!

This is currently a very dead blog but I am intending to go through some of my old asks. If I manage to clear my inbox, there is a chance I'll open up requests again.

Off to work on those old asks from 2019 ᕕ( ◎_◎)ᕗ

Just noticed the “tall difference” xD I really took the “no beta, we die like men” to new extremes huh?

It’s totally fine! Feel free to send over a link once you’re done, I’d love to read it!

Since ships are still open (I'm hoping it is), I want to request one. I'm 5'2'' (haven't changed since high school), brown eyes, Asian, and has black wavy hair reaching just below my shoulder. I've always been fascinated in reading mythology, astronomy, and history. I've always dreamed of seeing the cherry blossoms one day (even though I know they don't exist in Narnia). Or do they? Quite a loner but will gradually warm up once I get to know you. Anyway, I think that's it for now.

Hi, @dreamcoloredgift! Sorry it took me so long 💕

I ship you with Peter!

He is quite intrigued by you at first

Your “loner” nature doesn’t hide how kind and charming you are and soon he wants to know you better

And even sooner you two fell in love.

He loves the tall difference

Standing on your tip toes for a kiss

Him picking you up

Carrying you around

Piggyback rides

He’s just super cute about it

Kisses near your eyes cause he loves them

Adoring your wonderful hair

Peter is super impressed by your knowledge

Mythology? Really interesting and super useful in Narnia. Also, cute and he loves it when you tell him myths for hours

Astronomy? He doesn’t have a lot of time for star-gazing but this is his favourite “date-excuse”. The two of you lying on the grass/pillows, snuggling, looking up and talking softly

History? He is a bit of history nerd himself so the two of you can talk about it for hours but he is always impressed by your opinions and knowledge

During one of your soft talks, you mention wanting to see the cherry blossoms and oh boi.

There are no cherry blossoms in Narnia itself so he asks Edmund to look for some during his diplomatic missions. And he did. The next thing you know is sailing on a ship to the west of Terebinthia, to see a wonderful garden. You stay there for a week or two, to admire the flowers and rest.

He loves you and always makes sure that you’re happy and able to do what you want, what you like, and have the possibility to develop your abilities.

He will give you the world if you ask.

hello can i request aslan (narnia lion) x reader please thank you ❤

Hey guys,

No judgment, really. But out of all the characters. Neither the Lion x Reader nor the God x Reader part sounds like something...yeah.

Imagine Peter helping you with post-traumatic stress…

requested by @judithcm | Sorry for making it such a generic mess. Enjoy!

It was a perfectly sunny afternoon – not that it mattered. Everything felt wrong. Bad memories kept flooding your head. Your body felt tense and wrong as if it wasn’t yours. You felt sick, and as you curled up on your bed, you dreamed of simply not having a body, being something way more ethereal, something elusive. But the weight of your body and mind pinned you hard to the ground. Sharp words you heard in the past echoed in your mind and you did not have the confidence to deny them, they felt true. They were winning. It felt wrong., it felt tiring. It felt like a loop of your won creation that you won’t be able to escape.

Finally, Peter found you. Curled up, cheeks wet. He didn’t say anything. He gently put a hand on your back, seeing how you’ll react. It was always different, sometimes you couldn’t bear to be touched, sometimes you needed a hug. Sometimes you needed to talk, shout, other times silence was best. It did not matter, he seemed to always know what to do.

‘It’s okay.’ He whispered. He didn’t mean a false consolation. It was okay to feel worse after doing well. It was okay to cry. To give in. He gently reached for you, hugged you, almost as if covering your body with a blanket. With a small kiss on the back of your neck, he held you. He was there with you. Supporting you, just like you supported him when he gave in to his nightmares. You were both doing better, healing takes time and although sometimes your paint bled through the façade, you were there for each other. Together you had hope and sunshine. Understanding. Love. And a bright future.


You ran. You ran as fast as you could. You ran through the ice and snow and death. Because that’s what was happening. Narnia was slowly dying, and your mother was the one who was killing it. She was not a caring mother, just as she was not a caring queen, and still it took all of your courage to leave. She was going to hunt you down eventually, how could she not? But you could still resist. Refuse to be a pawn in her game. And you could run. 


You spent weeks hiding. Alone, stuck in the ever-frozen forests, you tried to make your way to the sea, the farthest from your mother’s influence. And then you heard a tale, whispered by the trees. You heard about the two sons of Adam, and two daughters of Eve. That brought both worry and relief. If they were who your mother feared of all this time, maybe this will finally end. Then again, you were the witch’s daughter, and you did not believe for one second that they would spare you.

As the time passed you slowly noticed spring coming to Narnia, and soon you heard even more. The dryads, awoken from their sleep, the only creatures willing to help you, told you the rumours. About the witch capturing one of the kings. About Aslan’s return. And soon they told you about a glorious battle. 
The news of your mother’s death shook you to the core. After all the abuse and the struggle, you were free. Free but more alone than ever before. The last witch on the West.


One day you met a boy. He was kind and funny, his eyes sparkling with light when he laughed. You fell in love with a king. The boy who was hurt by a witch before, so how could you tell him you were the daughter of the person he despised the most?

Hello, how have you been? I hope you are well and staying safe. All the best for the year 😘

Aww 🥰

I’m good guys. Can’t say I’m doing amazing and I am about to enter probably the most stressful time in my life so far. But I feel like I’m doing better than last week, last month, maybe even last year. Would love to chill a bit and write some cute little imagines soon so fingers crossed 🤞 All the best to you too and stay safe 💕

Request: “I am 162 cm tall, pale skinned, with some freckles on my cheeks and wavy brown hair. I am heterosexual and the "mother "in my group of friends. I am insecure with my physique but I am very I am confident with the decisions I make. I also get good grades and have goals and priorities. I am passionate about what I think and the things that I like. I am very outgoing with people I know but very shy with new people, although that does not prevent to take care and defend my family and friends. I enjoy reading books, writing (although I am too shy to read it to anyone), cooking and doing physical activities, especially hiking. I love walking on the beach, dogs and going out when it rains, whether to sit outside or stroll.”

I ship you with Peter!

He usually has to take on the role of the leader, weighing every decision, so your confidence in your choices and your determination impresses him and when he needs help he knows he can trust your judgement

He enjoys going outside with you, whether on an amazing hike, a short but sweet walk on the most beautiful beaches, or on a crazy escapade during rain when the two of you get soaked and hide under branches of trees, listening to the rain and slowly letting the sound and the amazing smell surround you

He will help you gain confidence. Not just by compliments, he will help you build it - confidence in how you look, confidence in your skill, in your writing. Because you don’t deserve to worry and be held back while everything you do is filled with love, enthusiasm and uniqueness

Cooking? Oh he loves cooking. He will definitely help you out and even won’t make a huge mess. He’s a quite good cook and he loves being helpful

What more can I say, he loves you dearly and doesn’t want to let you go each morning when you both have to do your tasks for the day

He peppers your face with soft kisses that tickle

And he rests in your shoulders whenever world feels cold and heavy because he knows that the two of you belong. He protects you. And you protect him.

Request: Are ships still open? I’m a messy brunette who likes tea and swords and is a super bookworm. I have brown eyes and love singing and I play 4 instruments. I’m super into chivalry and I have been in love with Narnia my whole life. I used to look in wardrobes to try and find it.

I ship you with Edmund!

You are the sweetest couple together

He adores music and listening to you sing and play

The two of you will often just sit down in the library and read together

He will hold your hand as you do and kiss your knuckles just because he loves you and having you close so much

The moment you say you like swords he takes it upon himself to teach you sword fighting

When you relax together he often plays with your hair

Will 100% gift you the most beautiful sword you have seen

You are very good friends with all of the siblings, and often go on small adventure with Lucy

You also travel with Edmund a lot

And he proposed to you on one of your travels when you were enjoying the morning sun in bed with a beautiful ring

And showered you with small kisses as you giggled

And he didn’t care if you said yes or if you said no because you weren’t ready yet - he knew he loved you, and he knew you loved him

That was enough

This is the start of how it all ends

“If I have read the chronicles aright, there should be another. Has not your Majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan?” | “My sister Susan, is no longer a friend of Narnia.” | “Whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says ‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.’” | “Oh Susan! She’s interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.” | “Grown-up, indeed, I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one’s life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can.”

“Well, don’t let’s talk about that now,” said Peter. — 

No, Peter, how about we do talk about that now. 

You’re right Tirian. There are two sisters. Lucy and Susan. Susan is not done. She is alive and breathing. She is living. She is a young woman who is still growing. 

Can the same be said for you Peter? How about you, Lucy and Edmund? How old are you now? How old will you be tomorrow? Or the day after? How old will you be when she is two years, ten years, fifty years older? Here’s the bitter truth: you won’t change. You’re dead. You don’t age. You don’t grow or live or breathe. Your time is done like it will be tomorrow and the day after. How it will be when she is two years, ten years, fifty years older. She grows, but you? You’re dead. 

Lucy, you’re a child gone before you should be. Edmund a young boy only a bit older. Peter you’re a young man who had a whole future ahead. How will you be tomorrow? You’ll be the same. A child gone, a young boy only a bit older, a young man with a whole future ahead behind. You won’t change. You’re done.

Eustace do you remember when she smiled? Do you remember when she laughed? Narnia was not everything she was. It’s not everything you should have been either. You were a child who only knew Narnia. You did not grow or live. You’re dead too. Do you ever think about what you could have done? You’re potential is all that’s left now. The potential that died with you.

Jill, oh Jill. Yes, Susan was to keen on being grown up but…did you grow? Did you age and wither as life went on? Did you dream and become? Do you breathe and live? No. You’re dead. A young girl on the cusp of becoming a woman, gone. Do you regret it? Do you cry? Do you wonder where your parents are? Oh Jill, are you sad?  

Professor, professor! Digory, do you remember her? Do you remember the child that came to your house? Do you remember the one who cried when she returned from out of a wardrobe? Do you remember the Queen who would gaze back with old eyes? Do you remember the Queen the woman the girl who looked at the world and decided ‘Yes, this will do.’ upon her final return? 

Polly dear. You’re a woman with a life fully lived. You’ve grown and changed and breathed. Is it fair? There are two young girls who listen as you speak, three young boys who follow. Is it fair? Tell me my dear, is it fair? They are dead. They will not grow. They will not age or live or change the world…but you did. Is that fair?

When do we talk about it, Peter? When do we talk about the Queen left behind? When will you say her name? Do you fear it? When do we talk about the woman alive and breaking and mending and aging? Are you jealous? When do we talk about how you all left her on her own? Are you angry at yourself? Angry at the others? Angry at the Lion? When will you speak of her? When will the Narnians hear her stories? When will they hear about how she and Lucy sat by the dead Lion’s side throughout the whole night? When will they hear about how she saved Edmund with an arrow notched and loosened before you even arrived? Will you tell them about how she cried when you all thought you’d lost him? When will they hear about her crowning? Will you ever tell them how she laughed and danced with everyone who asked? Will you tell them about how she always was the last to sleep and first to wake? When will you speak about how she’d fight blood-covered and clothes shredded to keep peace? When will they hear about the hands she’d stain each time without question in their names? When will they hear about the days where her fingers refused to unbend from her bow with how long she held it loosening arrows left and right? Will you tell them about Rabadash and how she was almost taken from all of you and them? Will you tell them how she cried each night for the soldiers lost in her name? When will they hear about the Gentle Queen who did not want to follow when you chased the stag? When will you tell them that she did not want to leave, but that she had become a mother to your younger siblings in the absence of your mother, had the urge to protect and thus followed? When will they hear about the young girl who’d speak to you in quiet in an understanding voice when you all returned through the wardrobe? When will you speak about the girl who’d stay awake through each night until she could not stay awake anymore only to fall asleep on the couch before the fireplace, realizing all of you wouldn’t be returning? When will you speak about how you did return and she laughed the brightest laugh you’d heard in so long? How she looked at Lucy and Lucy looked at her before they bolted unashamedly to the clear blue water that lay before you? How she dressed in her old gown and slung her bow over a shoulder and donned her armour without question because Narnia needed her again? Will you tell them how Aslan told you you wouldn’t return and she nodded her head and moved on? How she listened to the Lion’s words to the latter? Will you tell them how she will change your world for the better? Even in the absence of you and Lucy and Edmund and Mum and Dad?

When will you say her name? 

Heyy!Can I request a Peter and commander of the army!reader wherethey hate each other and disagree on everything and everyone ships them and they are sword fighting and they end up in a sexual(or maybe not) position and they kiss in front of everyone.Thanks

Okay so, not exactly that but similar enough I hope <3 I wanted to do something after that but I’m terrible with describing kisses rn so had to wrap up early :P Hope you like it! Peter being your commander.

Requested by @lespaceboi​

‘The attack is extremely risky, my King. If it wasn’t your plan I would even call it stupid. You’re risking more than there is to gain.’

The words were harsh but you were never good at hiding what you thought nor at being obedient. 

‘You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.’ He looked at you sternly, his hands gripping the end of the wooden table covered with maps. 

There was a heavy pause. You could hear the wind playing in the leaves of trees surrounding your group. You had no right to criticize his opinions and plans, and yet despite that, despite the opposition you always presented, he always cared about what you think. Or at least cared enough to argue about it with you, trying to change your mind, make you understand his. And although you more often argued than spoke, he made you one of few soldiers who could join the military council meetings.

‘They tortured the land for too long. They killed to many Narnians. There are my people locked away  in their prisons and I am not willing to let them rot and die thinking their king abandoned them.’

‘I am not asking you to. I’m asking you to rethink the plan.’ You looked into his eyes and you knew he cared. Despite arguing so often, you cared for him. Truly. You understood why he wanted to attack this way. You understood why this was so important to him. But what you didn’t yet grasp was the responsibility resting on his shoulders. Every minute, every hesitation, every decision - they all could cost lives. Lives of the people who loved him. 

‘Think again what you’re asking me for and don’t ask again. If you don’t trust me, don’t go.’ He said it almost roughly but his eyes were tired. He was tired. And you realized what this tiredness could cost him. He turned around about to walk away, the tension disappearing, the rest of the council finally filling the air with whispers as they started to pack their things. But you just couldn’t let it go. 

‘King Peter.’

He stopped but did not turn around.

‘At least delay the attack by one day and rest.’

‘I said my last word.’

‘You need rest, my King. Let me prove it to you.’ 

You heard him sigh as he turned around to face you. ‘Everyone, please leave.’

That would make you worried if you didn’t know him. But you did. 

‘You can’t do that to me in front of the council. You are a soldier. I am a King. I can’t let you criticize my every move and then talk back to me like that.’

‘I’m sorry. But I can’t let you do this. Peter, the plan is too risky and you’re tired!’ you saw him shift when you spoke his name. ‘You’re barely standing. Let yourself rest. Attack tomorrow.’

‘I’m fine.’ 

‘Fight with me then.’ You drew your sword. ‘A small duel. A warm-up if you will.’

‘You’re being ridiculous’ He replied but drew Rhindon and stood in front of you, ready for the fight.

You attacked, swiftly, without much force behind it. He parried it quite easily. But as your swords clashed and met time after time, he became slower and less precise, trying to compensate for that with strength. He was a superior swordsman, no doubt. But there is only so much one can do when they haven’t slept nor rested. Soon you threw him out of balance and he landed on his back. You on top of him, sword resting against his chest. 

‘You fell.’ You were breathing heavily, your faces only inches away. You could see that hurt and shame flashed in his eyes for a second, and then he gave up with a small smile. 

‘Can I kiss you?’ he asked, and you wondered which one of you was truly caught off guard today. Your breath got stuck in your throat.

‘I- Yes.’ you nodded. And he did. 

Requested by @dumb-opera-teen​

You slowly opened your eyes. You were lying on one of the wonderfully royal chaise longue in Edmund’s chamber. For a second you focused only on the soft fabric the couch was made of, that is, until you noticed Edmund. He was seating next to your legs, smiling as soon as he saw your eyes opening.

‘You scared me there.’ he said. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but it still made you feel a bit guilty.

‘I’m sorry. It’s stupid but...’

But there was so much blood. It felt so stupid. Peter was cut in battle, he took his armor off, blood dripped from the wound, Lucy rushed to him with her cordial but you just couldn’t look away from the red and-

‘It’s okay. It’s fine.’ he smiled and hugged you tightly. You melted into the hug. He was warm and gentle and kind and smelled amazing. You buried your head in the crook of his neck. ‘I mean, unless you’re a vampire and all the fainting was just a subtle cover up.’

He look at you, eyes sparkling with laughter. 

I was wondering if I could get a ship I don’t care if it’s a boy or girl I’m short have short curly black hair dark brown eyes and I wear glasses. I’m a nerd who likes art but I am pretty sassy and I’m pretty introverted

I ship you with Polly!

Let me be clear: She fell in love with you first. You two are so much alike and you impressed her very quickly. She loves history and culture and art, and she loves exploring museums with you. She loves how sassy you are and that you’re ready and able to stand up for yourself and for the things you love. While you’re more introverted, she loves to go out and go big and go crazy. She will push you to go out of your comfort zone a bit, really enjoy every day of your life; but she will respect your boundaries as well and she will always stand up for you and protect you. She will lay in the bed with you, on a beautiful warm morning and plan your future, a beautiful trip all over Europe, then maybe even further - Asia, Africa, South America! She wants to see the world with you. And then she listens to you. Listens to you until the sun is too high, and one of you finally gets up to make breakfast, or rather lunch, or possibly take some of your favourite berries which stain the ends of your fingers and lips in the most beautiful shades.