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awinterrosesstuff · 5 months
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Queen Susan the Gentle - Chronicles of Narnia
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Narnia Moodboards // Aslan
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.
(requested by @thesparksbro)
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holocenestatelines · 2 years
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ꜱᴜꜱᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴠᴇɴꜱɪᴇ: ʜɪɢʜ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴜꜱᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ
ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!
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nar-bo00 · 2 months
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── 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 ! 𝗇⍺𝗋𝗇𝗂⍺ 𝗌⍺𝗒𝗌: chaewon – ls ♡💭
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𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 !
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︵︵⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀ ⠀⠀ ◌⠀ ⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀⠀◯⠀⠀⠀⏜︵
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moonsbypadfoot · 4 months
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edmund, my love <3
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witchthewriter · 2 years
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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
a/n: I think this might be one of my favourite headcanons that I’ve written, especially for Narnia...
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    
SFW🌿
⭑ “Free-spirited, artistic, and somewhat aloof,” Aslan had named the three words that described you. Lucy wanted to know what the new seamstress was like, since you would be around them a lot. 
⭑ The young queen was puzzled by these words, not because she didn’t understand their meaning, but because their old seamstress was just that ... old. 
⭑ “Doesn’t seem like she’d make a very good seamstress then,” Susan retorted. Shuffling papers together. 
⭑ Aslan gave a short chuckle and strode out of the council chamber, Lucy on his heels. 
⭑ “Just give her a chance,” he stated to no one in particular. 
⭑ And they had. The Pevensie siblings had their reservations, since they had grown accustomed to their old seamstress of many years, but they were open to you. 
⭑ You put Susan’s teeth on edge for the first few weeks. Her constant worries were met with your smiles and nods. 
⭑ But you never left their clothes too late, or too loose or too tight. 
⭑ You were a brilliant seamstress - one that could create beautiful clothes from nothing but a curtain and some rope. 
⭑ Peter liked you - 
⭑ So did Lucy
⭑ They both admired your creative and out-of-the-box nature. Which was saying something because you did grow up in a land with dwarfs and talking animals. 
⭑ And because the Pevensie’s were the only humans in Narnia, your lineage was confusing. 
⭑ “So, you’re not a human woman...” Lucy had said one sunny afternoon. “But you’re not a faun or dwarf and you definitely don’t have a tail..” You both laughed at that
⭑ “No, not that I’ve noticed,” you replied heartily
⭑ It was difficult to explain, but you were part fairy. A fae-human hybrid that could enter people’s dreams, stop aging and with great effort - fly. (Click here if you want to know more, I had no idea how many creatures actually lived in Narnia...)
⭑ Edmund was ... wary of you. His actions with the White Witch still clouded his mind and his guilt felt heavy. 
⭑ But you didn’t hold it against him. 
⭑ No one can be all good, and live without mistakes. There would be no point in living if we were all perfect. 
⭑ And so, being around you was like he could breathe again. 
⭑ You took his worries, anxieties, and self-hatred and blew it away. As if your very being was magic (and it was.)
⭑ Edmund told you about his nightmares, and how the White Witch still haunted him. Even though years and years had passed by. 
⭑ You perked up even more - because that was one of your talents. You could enter people’s dream state and alter their nightmares/dreams. 
⭑ And that night ... you did -
⭑ It was the first night in years that he had a full nights sleep. He did not wake up once.  
⭑ The first thing he did when he woke the next morning was run to you. Already in your work room, hunched over a spinning wheel and humming to yourself. You glittered in the sunlight, and Edmund was struck with such a new feeling. ‘Love,’ he thought, ‘this must be what it feels like.’
⭑ He didn’t enter the room, but rather turned around, and went to find Lucy. 
⭑ Edmund explained his feelings and wanted her opinion on what to do next. Since she spent the most time with you. 
⭑ The romance that Edmund was showing you made your heart soar. Not many people... or creatures, had shown you attention like this. 
⭑ And a king?
⭑ Well... what person wouldn’t want this attention ... 
⭑ And since the politics of marrying weren’t so harsh on Edmund - Lucy defended her brother and you. She was the biggest advocate for your relationship. 
⭑ “Wouldn’t it be a positive for the Narnians to see one of them on the throne? Next to a King?” Her point was extremely valid. And although Susan could argue - the fact was ... she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to argue against her brother. Or against you. 
⭑ Susan could see the good you brought him - the light that shone in his eyes now. 
⭑ So you married. 
⭑ And it was one of the happiest days of your life. 
⭑ Your days were still filled with work - 
⭑ You didn’t want to give up your position as a seamstress
⭑ So you were now ... the royal seamstress? Queen of the seamstresses? 
⭑ Anywho - you were still creating for the Kings and Queens of Narnia. Your family. 
⭑ You moved into Edmund’s chambers and it was ... awkward at first. Well, he was awkward. You just watched as he showed you around the chamber (because it was quite large.)
⭑ An ensuite, a large oak desk with a chair to match, a four-poster bed, marble floor to ceiling. It was all so elaborate. 
⭑ He showed you where you could have your stuff, but began moving his - because he instantly felt bad that he had made that decision for you. 
    “Actually, I’ll just move my stuff. You choose!” 
⭑ Your heart swelled. He cared so much about you
⭑ Ed sleeps closest to the door (so that if there’s a threat he can protect you)
⭑ He wakes up first, and gazes at you adoringly for hours
   “Ed...”
“Yeah?”
     “You’re doing it again.”
“Sorry, you’re just...so pretty...”
⭑ Helping each other get ready in the mornings and nights. 
⭑ He never has nightmares again, even though you don’t use your powers. It’s because of your union, AND your proximity when sleeping. 
⭑ Lucy will burst into the room some mornings, waking both you and Ed. She leaps onto your bed and snuggles in between you two. 
⭑ Relationship Tropes: 
  ✧ Off the Walls Eccentric (You) x Emotional Wall with 1 Weakness (Ed)
  ✧ Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Ed) x The Top (You)
  ✧ Aggressively Supportive
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ritz-regrezzez · 13 days
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25 days of moodboards day twelve! (nostalgia)
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saintlopezlov3r · 7 months
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Susan Pevensie🏹
The Chronicles of Narnia
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an-angels-fury · 2 months
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You Can Find Me in the Space Between
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Peter was the Sun, as magnificent as the title he had been given for so many centuries. His entire being was sculpted by the most radiant and divine light any mortal had ever witnessed. His hair was golden and perfectly decorated his head like a laurel crown. Anyone who dared to look deep into his eyes would find the clear blue vastness of the skies and feel their soul floating towards infinity. Whenever he got up in the morning, flowers would bloom to bid him good morning and even the strongest and most imposing oaks would bow before his presence. His smile brought warmth and life to any room and his heart overflowed with the deepest, all-consuming love for even the smallest creatures.
Caspian was the Moon, living his entire life in darkness, with only the stars to keep him company and encourage him to dream. His long black hair fell over his face like a veil of night and mystery, hiding the mesmerizing shadows that danced around his eyes. His magical fingers drew constellations in the sky and everything he touched became bathed in silver. He had an adventurous and free spirit, fearless enough to tame the stormiest oceans and lead lost navigators toward their destiny.
Both kings could not be more different. But at the same time, they needed each other desperately, as if there was an invisible chain that connected them. Only Peter was able to control Caspian's swinging moods, understanding his different phases and finding something new and charming in each of them. It was because of the blond boy that the young Telmarine was able to guide the desperate and defenseless through the dark times that were approaching. It was Peter who made Caspian shine, his light reflecting on Caspian's skin that made the other boy feel so beautiful, unique and special.
Caspian, on the other hand, was the only one who could calm the dragon that was Peter's wild soul, preventing the fire that was breathed through his veins from swallowing him alive when the burdens of the world became too heavy to be carried entirely on his shoulders, in torturous silence. Caspian only wished he could take all that weight to himself, or at least ask to the High King to let him carry part of it, just so the other boy could find some space to breath again, even if only for a while. They were each other's hope when they both felt uncertain, scared and alone.
However, just like the Sun and the Moon, they were destined to be torn apart as quickly as they met, for they did not belong to the same world. So close... and yet so far away. In the end, all they could do was say goodbye and keep the silent promise that the two would always love each other, waiting with patient hearts for the day of the next eclipse, when they would finally share the same sky again.
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quarter-lif3crisis · 3 months
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The Horse and His Boy | C.S.Lewis (1954)
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awinterrosesstuff · 5 months
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King Peter the magnificent - Chronicles of Narnia
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holocenestatelines · 2 years
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ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴠᴇɴꜱɪᴇ: ʜɪɢʜ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴇɴᴛ
ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ... ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀꜱʟᴀɴ!
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nar-bo00 · 2 months
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─ 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗉 ! 𝗇⍺𝗋𝗇𝗂⍺ 𝗌⍺𝗒𝗌: @Haian127 – Ulzang ♡
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𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 !
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︵︵⠀⠀⠀𝅄⠀ ⠀⠀ ◌⠀ ⠀⠀𝅄⠀⠀⠀◯⠀⠀⠀⏜︵
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moonsbypadfoot · 4 months
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susan was no longer a friend of Narnia, but will always be remembered.
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witchthewriter · 1 year
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@chaostwinsofdestruction.
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magicaloxford · 7 months
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St Peter's College in Oxford looking very summery. A long-time prof here, Francis Warner, was the last graduate student of C.S. Lewis, author of the Narnia books 🌿.
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