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idkaguyorsomething · 5 months

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Why Greta Gerwig should adapt The Magician’s Nephew instead of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

I had some thoughts. They are below the cut in list form

Something we Haven’t Been Shown Before- to put it bluntly, we already have a perfectly good adaptation of TLTWATW, and it’s probably as good and accurate an adaptation as you could ask for. There are a few minor details that got cut and added, but honestly, as far as book-to-movie adaptations go, it’s extremely faithful to the plot, themes, characters, the whole shebang of the original book. Even if you don’t count the live action movie, there’s still the animated movie, the BBC production, and several play adaptations out there. It’s had its time to shine and by adapting The Magician’s Nephew, we’d be getting something fresh from the franchise.

Equally Accessible Starting Point- while TLTWATW was the first Narnia book to be written and published, chronologically The Magician’s Nephew takes place before it, serving as both a prequel and standalone story so that newcomers to Narnia could get into the series with either book. C S Lewis himself said that it didn’t matter which one people chose to start with, so it would serve as a great entry point for anyone looking to get into the Chronicles of Narnia as well as provide an interesting prequel for people familiar with the movies that already came out, leading me to my next point:

Worldbuilding- this book has so much cool stuff you guys. The pool world, Charn, the apple grove, the rings, Frank. ¡Actual literal worldbuilding! Also Sherlock Holmes and Atlantis for some reason. There’s just a lot of really interesting concepts and locations in this story that have the potential to be a true spectacle while also serving as a rewarding expansion of the universe that Narnia fans know that newcomers will still be able to appreciate.

Our Heroes- Digory and Polly are incredibly adorable and likable protagonists. They feel a good deal more fleshed out and realistic than the Pevensie kids in the books, and even though the movies went out of their way to give them some more depths, our dynamic duo from The Magician’s Nephew still feel quite distinctive in their own right. Their interpersonal conflict never grows as deep as something like, say, Edmund’s betrayal, but they both have different perspectives and things they bring to the table as individuals while also having a very fun, genuine friendship. Bonus points for being a rare boy/girl relationship that is never so much as hinted to be anything beyond platonic.

The Villains- The Magician’s Nephew has a pretty perfect combination of antagonists who manage to be memorable and legitimately menacing as well as pathetic little meow meows. This book gives us Jadis’ backstory as well as her getting to wreak unhinged havoc in downtown 18XX London as well as Uncle Andrew, a conspiracy theorist incel Redditor before Reddit was ever a thing. They’re delightfully entertaining in completely different ways, and seeing them onscreen would be an absolute treat.

Thematic Resonance- lots of things that happen in this book carry a lot of similar motifs to other films that Greta Gerwig has worked on, and since she hasn’t really created any epic fantasy style films yet, they could provide a strong emotional core to center any experimentation she tries out in the genre. You’ve got Digory’s loving but complicated relationship with his mother due to her illness displacing them from home, the coming-of-age aspects as the children encounter various adult figures they feel powerless to oppose, and learning the consequences of one’s actions. It’s even mentioned in the book that Polly is working on a little writing project that she’s sensitive about, like Jo March. A lot of people have complained that they feel Greta Gerwig will neuter the story by toning down the religious elements (which there is A LOT to dissect about concerning how C S Lewis’ beliefs led to things like the Problem of Susan, but there just isn’t enough information about the actual movie out yet to draw any actual conclusions) yet I’d argue that these emotional arcs, which play into Gerwig’s strengths as a director, could easily hold up a movie on their own if handled well. Combine that with the potential for unique visuals, the book’s surprisingly good sense of humor, and the many concepts that could be brought onscreen in a truly unique way, and you’ve practically got a recipe for a great addition to the Chronicles of Narnia unlike anything the movie fans have gotten before.

Feel free to disagree about any of that, though. Hearing where other people think the netflix movies should pick up would be really interesting, so leave any thoughts on the subject in the notes if you want. I just wanna see Fledge the pony accidentally get yanked into another dimension.

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #the magician’s nephew #greta gerwig #digory kirke #polly uhhhh #fuck i can’t remember if polly even has a last name #to be perfectly honest i think netflix will just adapt tltwatw because that’s the most famous one #but this was my favorite book and dammit more people need to know about polly and digory

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wipbigbang · 12 days

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elijones94 · 5 months

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🦁 I read some of the “Narnia” books back in middle school. When I read “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe”, I came up with only a few story sketches while reading in AR reading class and outside of class. “The Magician’s Nephew”, “Prince Caspian”, and “The Silver Chair”, to me, were the most difficult to read through. It must’ve been because I was more familiar with “The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe” due to watching the movie made by Disney and Walden Media. With Christmas coming, it felt appropriate to add another title or two to my classic stories collection of drawings. Plus, I have always wanted to show my take on some of the “Narnia” characters, especially Aslan (one of my all-time favorite characters). ✨❄️

#The Magician’s Nephew #The Chronicles of Narnia #The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe #character design #Digory Kirke #Polly Plummer #Aslan the Lion #Jadis the White Witch #the Pevensies #Narnia #CS Lewis #prequel story #origin story #the origins of Narnia #mystical lion #lion #two children #British literature #Christmas 2023

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porschesbabydaddy · 9 months

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I cannot believe that Tankhun used up all the swag in the family when he was born, leaving none for poor Kinn or Kim. What a mean older brother

#kinnporsche #if Tankhun hadn’t been nerfed by trauma he would absolutely be the brother pulling the most bitches #out there living his best life #as it is he just has a harem of discord kittens and a lot of spare time #and of course a wardrobe I’d kill a man for #I wanna be Tankhuns Polly Pocket girlboyfriend #we can play dress up and watch dramas and fuck nasty

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heavencanbeaprisontoo · 28 days

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Hi I hope you’re well 😊 I’m here to request your thoughts on Tommy Shelby as a father. Like how many kids you’d think he would have had if he only had one love interest (no falling in love with Grace or marrying Lizzie). Or if you think he’d be a girl or boy dad (personally i’d like to think he’d be a girl dad and have a big family haha). You can make this headcanon or just simply respond to this ask however you’d like! Thank you for taking the time to read and answer 🥰

Thomas Shelby as a Father

Tommy x Fem!Reader

Trope: Wait till your father gets home Warnings: Angst, spoilers for most of the series, period-typical sexism, references to past ab-se.

What we see of Tommy as a father is that he's distant and seemingly detached. This, I feel, is because of his trauma in losing Grace and his growing obsession with obtaining power.

We do see that Tommy is aware of his children's emotional state but seems unable to comfort his son. He goes as far as to have Arthur be the one to talk to his son about why he had to shoot his horse.

Tommy clearly cares about his children. He runs through a field of landmines to save his son, when he had almost stepped on one to purposely end his own life. Tommy goes nearly mad when he finds out Alfie Solomons was involved with the enemy that kidnapped his son. He shot Alfie for that betrayal with the intent to kill.

When Ruby became ill and he thought was all due to a curse, Tommy hunted the woman down. He went on a bloody rampage because he thought it would save her. With all of this, we know he is a loving father. But without Grace, he doesn't seem to know how to show that love.

Let's say that there is no Grace, only you, and that no sapphire is ever put around your neck.

That Thomas might be different than the one we saw parenting Charles and Ruby. I think he would want more than two children. I think he would be the sort of man who would say "one is enough," but really he wants four.

He would never raise his voice in his home without good reason. Tommy knows what its like to have a father that rules through fear and honey. He won't be kind only when he wants something. He won't make his children afraid of him.

Personally, I do see him as prime girl-dad material. Like he would have one son and three girls. Regardless of the birthing order, he calls the boy his "heir," but spoils the girls. They each have their own horse, a wardrobe of beautiful clothing, and freedom to do literally whatever they want. He has opened his briefcase to find dollies and teacups from your youngest girl's tea set before. She thought he would be lonely at work.

His girls would be the sort to follow around staff and ask them intrusive questions. Tommy would not be immune. His daughters would probably ask him questions like: "Do you not grow hair on the back of your hand daddy? Is that why it's only on top?" At least one of his daughters would have a "I'm totally a witch," phase where she's flinging curses just like he used to. Only with her, it's cute because she's only nine.

The only son of Thomas Shelby would be safely tucked under his wing. At your imploring, he would take your boy on long car rides or out into town without his sisters to bond. The boy has a lot of pressure on him to succeed, Tommy doesn't always sympathize with that.

All four of his children would be little hellions. He would be dragged to see their school's headmaster on a near weekly basis. To the point where he isn't always sure which of his kids is in trouble sometimes. He just drops a donation to the school and the problem goes away. That's not to say your children are bratty or terribly spoiled. Well, they are, but not unbearably so...

Tommy makes sure his children understand where he came from. He brings them all to the Cut to watch the ships come through. Loves to leave them at Charlie's yard for an afternoon of mischief and bonding time with "Grandpa Charlie." They also get dropped off at Aunt Polly's home for weekends every now and again. The girls always come back with a new swear word.

They are new money, not old money. There are those who will look down upon them based on this alone. He makes sure his children are educated and well-rounded individuals. Tommy often worries about the state of the Shelby Empire after he dies. You remind him that he "isn't allowed to die," before you say so.

Tommy is still more distant than you would like him to be. He's so focused on his goals, it's like he forgets all about Arrow House and the family that lives there. The oldest two girls have said as much to his face once before. He took the family on holiday after that. You knew he would go right back to long nights in the office, but it was still sweet.

Life with him is hardly perfect, but it's closer to it than you could have with anybody else. And that's enough.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby headcanon #thomas shelby x you

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canyourfavesurvivecastledracula · 24 days

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How would Jo Grant (classic Doctor Who) do, do you think?

Jo Grant my absolute beloved. To know her is to love her, in universe and out. If you don't know her, or if you just want to love her more, read Why I Like Jo Grant.

Jo Grant is incredibly Good and incredibly Kind. She's made elder gods implode with her radical self-sacrificial compassion more than once. (...sadly that is unlikely to work on Dracula). She has more upright decent gentlemen vying for her hand than Lucy Westenra, and outclasses them all.

It's actually very tempting read Jo as a Lucy Westenra type - embodiment of Purity and Goodness, Sweetness and Light, beloved by all, to be protected at all costs, too good for this sinful earth, etc etc etc. But Jo has two things poor Lucy lacks: Women's Liberation and a degree in Escapology.

Jo would never refuse the kindness of strangers. "Sorry, but I really must" is as core a part of her vocabulary as it is of Mr Harker's. She is reasonably scared of things that are scary - again, just like in the book, the wolves will terrify her but she'll try to save Dracula from them anyway. She'll be fun for Dracula to mess with, but she's too cheerful and hopeful to break. He'll have to settle for making her cry, or the occasional well-timed scream. She will definitely give Dracula a piece of her mind when he earns it, but she's like 5 feet tall and blonde, she'll never read as a threat to him so he'll find her empty defiance funny.

She can befriend anybody. Anybody. She's just that nice. She maintains a surprisingly healthy friendship with an Evil Supervillain who also has a beard Satan in Hell would be proud of and she tells him she hates him every day. Unfortunately she's in the Girls Are Food Not Friends castle. So the overwhelming affection she inspires in anyone withing a 30 foot radius will manifest in Dracula as "well, a girl like that you don't eat all at once" and in the Girlies as "It's Free Sister." They are eager to welcome vampire!Jo to their number with open arms. (Jo is, of course, very firm on the fact that she no more wants to be a permanent resident of Castle Dracula any more than she wants to be Queen of Peladon or Skaro or Llanfairfach). She can't talk them out of Being Vampires, but I think it's enough to keep her from being outright murdered for a good long time.

Jo has been held prisoner in Castles before. She's a very good prisoner, with the right balance of compliance and escape attempts to keep it interesting. She would absolutely try to get the help of Dracula's movers, and when the Hetman turned over her letters she would give him Disappointed Jo Face that wouldn't change anything right now, but would make him feel bad enough about himself and his life choices that maybe he doesn't help Dracula back into the country six months later and just lets the pursuing troupe of Really Very Angry Englishpeople have him. Jo's well-placed moral censure may not get her out of the Castle, but it might still save a Gallant Gentleman a couple of fatal stab wounds down the line. (She still won't marry him, but he'll recover from that too).

Jo has also climbed down walls and up cliffs before. In a princess dress and inappropriate shoes! She's the best dressed human on the whole show (sorry Polly...) and fashion does not restrain her. The real tragedy is that when Dracula steals her wardrobe it suits neither him nor the season. That said I would LOVE to see the Girlies in any three of Jo's outfits. Shuffling along a narrow ledge on the outside of a Castle above a sheer cliff (in ballet flats!) to climb in someone else's window is in fact a thing she has done. So yes Jo can make it down the wall and through the wilderness (she's a bit unstoppable when she gets an idea in her head) and collapse somewhere and win the hearts of a whole lot of nuns with her gentle sweetness. She can also pick locks. I don't think she would hit Dracula in the face with a shovel, but she would absolutely go through his pockets looking for a nonexistent key.

It's worth noting that Jo also taught herself to resist hypnosis and uses her self-training to best the guy whose whole deal is Hypnotizing People. After her first taste of the vampiric trance on May 16th this girl would take steps. Brain Fever is no match for Mary Had a Little Lamb.

Goddd Jo and Lucy would be such good friends. Jo and Mina would be such good friends - Jo could actually convince her to lighten up a bit. And both of these vampire-ridden young ladies could really really use a friend like Jo. Improve the number of female characters in every novel by adding Jo Grant and giving these poor ladies a break and a sympathetic ear.

Jo Grant is extremely victim coded and, in all honestly, she makes a very good victim (though she does end up getting strapped to fewer things and sacrificed to fewer entities than, say, Sarah Jane Smith). Jo Grant makes an excellent prisoner. Jo Grant is a perfectly ordinary human being from contemporary London. And Jo Grant can survive Castle Dracula.

#Jo Grant #Doctor Who #Classic Who #spies #(sort of)#Jo Grant is such a splendid thing to be

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queenlucythevaliant · 3 months

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under the wings

1. Polly would always always always remember the feeling of falling asleep beneath Fledge's feathered wings.

2. She'd been curled up close to his side with his coverts over her shoulders like a shawl. His pinions had stretched past her to break the night winds. She'd leaned into the crook of his wing, feeling softness on her cheek. When she turned over in the night, feathers brushed her from all sides, whispering against her skin.

3. If Polly could have wished for one thing, at twelve, at twenty, at sixty, it would have been the same: to live in that memory. If she might, she never would have emerged from her place beneath Fledge's tawny wings.

4. She loved her smuggler's cave because it was safe and small and hers. She loved all kinds of nooks and closets, window seats and beds with curtains and covers she could crawl under.

5. Digory never understood it. He himself liked wide open space and covering skies. "It's the same concept though, I think," Polly remarked once. "There's something lovely about the feeling of being underneath."

6. Polly was even, unfathomably, rather partial to certain bomb shelters, though she'd never have admitted it. How pleasant it was to fall asleep underground, curled up in a corner wrapped in a blanket, safe in the knowledge that she was too far down for anything to hurt her.

7. (And when she wasn't in a shelter and the bombs fell anyway, she squeezed her eyes shut and pictured tawny feathers all round her.)

8. Digory wrote her letters and she wrote back. His were full of ditches in the ground and hers of shelters, but they both liked to write about lions and the sky.

9. After the first war, it was easy for a pretty lady to talk her way into flying lessons with one of the hundred wayward pilots left over from the fighting.

10. He was a mechanic by trade, and he didn't mind unconventional women; but he told Polly she had no business in a cockpit if she didn't know her way around an engine. So, two summers after the war ended, she spent her mornings smearing oil across her ruffled blouses and learning how to make things fly.

11. (She would have married him, if ever he'd asked her- but he never did, and maybe it was for the best.)

12. As the years wore past, Polly met other little girls with ribbons in their hair. She told them stories and she taught them her magic, and when they cried she brought them into her hiding places the same way she'd once done with Digory Kirke.

13. They called her Aunt Polly - both those children that she cared for interbellum, and the ones that came after.

14. Once, Polly dreamed that it had been her instead. Aslan told her, you will be the grandmother of all the angels, and feathered wings sprang from her back. Once, Polly dreamed that it had been her instead of Fledge.

15. (She woke with the feeling of feathers still clinging to her shoulders, itching.)

16. During the second war, she worked at an aerodrome. Occasionally she flew with the training crews, but mostly she'd go out onto the tarmac after the sirens were done and stand in the shadows of airplane wings.

17. When Digory told her about the wardrobe, Polly went to his estate, pulled out all the coats, and shut herself in. She didn't have any notions of getting back to Narnia that way-- but she did it all the same.

18. Jill and Eustace made her laugh: Eustace, who hated heights, and Jill, who panicked in small spaces. Oh Lord, thought Polly, save me from the irony. She loved them anyway.

19. In the end, she died in a train crash and opened her eyes to something like fragrant, golden feathers.

20. And suddeny, Polly understood. They're weren't really Fledge's wings at all, were they?

#at long last i have returned to revising these character study pieces #i love polly so dearly. i have a million wishes for her life between MN and LB #this doesn't all connect together as well as i had hoped it would but hopefully the idea still comes across #my dear adventuress #game if you are #pontifications and creations #narnia #leah stories #edit: i lost point 15 somehow when i posted this lol but i fixed it

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sparksetfire · 2 months

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| POLLY'S WARDROBE | S1 | S2 | S3 |

"Much of her pain in that breakdown is due to embarrassment, Polly tries to be someone she isn't, which is more embarrassing than when a relationship doesn't work out. That adventure was supposed to usher in the 'New Polly', one that was going to be accepted as part of society. The whole thing was shaming." - Helen Mccrory

Thoughts under the cut:

For a season that harbours a lot of iconic looks for Polly, I actually found this the hardest one to scour for these gifs. For the most part Polly can wear the same outfit for a whole episode, which makes sense partly because there's less time skipping but also since this change in style suggests these outfits are mostly new, and she doesn't have many like it. I think it's key this season to look at Polly's outfits because it's when she is most concerned with how she presents herself to society. It's a great difference from season 2 - her hair is cut and it's conservative, there are more muted colours and grays introduced, but with only subtle patterns unlike her monochromatic suits in season 1. Speaking of suits, they're nowhere to be found, another hint of her efforts at conformity. Her necklaces and extravagant jewelry pieces, proudly displayed in season 2 and tied to her heritage like the Black Madonna, are notably absent. While she still looks stunning, the personality once presented in her style is gone. It's also particularly incredible to note the method of taking a knife to the painting and the fact that she runs up to it barefoot. It echoes the Polly we've seen in previous and future seasons with her blades, and how "Young she is, when she's barefoot on the cobbles". It screams of how this is her taking back her old self, her true self, destroying what she thought she could be and being devastated by the reality, reluctantly yet instinctively embracing it.

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zedortoo · 1 year

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Pizza Autism: the novella

Pizza Tower autism and/or ADHD headcanons go go go!!!!

warning there is. So much under the cut. I go off about everyone's tism

Peppino:

-Middle aged man autism. Ohh my god this guy is so autism we're starting off strong

-Most of his stims are physical and are probably. Not the most healthy (biting, banging wrists together, hair pulling etc)

-He has arfid frfr! Despite being a chef he's very careful about what he eats, however most italian foods are safe foods for him.

-Struggle showing empathy, even if he feels it. Yall saw how he reacted to Gerome mourning John he was out of his depth 😭

Gustavo:

-gnome autism.

-poor dude can't understand sarcasm to save his life. Also really bad at comprehending deeper meanings and stuff... Honestly me too Gustavo. Me too.

-actually gets overstimulated really easily. he grew up in a place similar to the gnome forest in the tower, where the air was always somewhat humid. If there's a dehumidifier running anywhere he can practically sense it and will immediately get upset bc he is too dry 💔

-His stims are mainly vocal (i.e. "I'm going to kill you") but he also likes to bounce on the balls of his feet and rock back and forth!

Mr Stick:

-French autism

-Hes not actually a huge asshole all the time, SURE he can be blunt and come off as rude but most of the time the mean persona is a mask. His really close friends know he's just a weird dude

-(stole this idea from Olympe) He is a routine lover!! Has his entire day planned out as soon as he wakes up. If you get in the way of his routine you will be turned into an ambiguous ball of meat. He was SOOOO pissed off when he got stuck in the tower bc it's wasn't in his routine so he robbed the whole damn place out of malice

-Innapropriate reactions to sensetive situations. If he had to comfort someone it would be Joever for him.

-Represses most stims because he thinks he's embarrassing. When in private though he'll spend ages examining textures and smelling paper (I do this all the time it's so fun). Occasionally when he's tired or comfortable he'll let out a high pitched squeak that noone can believe came from that middle aged man.

-I could go on with more. I love talking about this cunt.

Pepperman:

-Capsicum autism.

-Also has inappropriate reactions to things. Has no vocal control either half of the time he doesn't realize he's yelling

-Has a habit of chewing on/wanting to taste everything. Ate several wardrobes worth of Polly pocket clothes as a kid probs. Has to physically stop himself from giving his art supplies a taste. Occasionally eats an eraser still.

-If someone reorganizes his shit they WILL be killed this dude knows exactly where everything he needs is he has his own fucked up system

-Mainly uses stim toys. Has a collection of high end custom made ones but is too afraid of wearing them out so he chews on a toy dog bone instead and it's mangled to BITS

Vigilante:

-Cheese autism.

-This dude has know idea what autism actually is. He knows he's different compared to a lot of people, but he's never had the right word for it.

-Strong sense of justice. If something is wrong he WILL set it right. He got super upset when he realized Peppino wasn't actually an outlaw and he had tried to kill an innocent dude

-HATES HATES HATES processed foods. says he can taste the chemicals.

-Doesnt really stim in public. He'll tap his boot or spin the barrel of his gun if he gets really overstimulated but he much prefers to just pet some of his farm animals until he feels better

Noise:

-Rat autism!!

-This dude constantly needs to be overstimulated he loves it. If things are too quiet he gets super upset and starts bouncing off the walls and shit

-HATES the texture of carbonated drinks but forces himself to drink them because the flavour is worth it.

-Hes has like, three masks on at all times. There's the feral showbiz fella we all know and love, then beneath that is a more controlled businessman type, and beneath THAT is another, slightly less feral rat man.

-goes semi verbal sometimes. Everything just gets tangled up in his mind and he can't spit out the words he wants. He hates it when this happens during a show.

Noisette:

-Bunny autism!!!

-classic weirdgirl type. Would totally read warrior cats and roleplay as a cat on the playground as a kid.

-Also really bad with understanding emotions. You have to tell her specifically if she's upset you or something otherwise she just will not realize.

-makes a lot of vocal stims. Mainly just little beeps and stuff (I like to think she'd make that one jerma substitute teacher noise. Does anyone know what I'm talking about) Also loves to rock back and forth!!

-Has texture issues. She personally disposed of all the Sherpa fleece in the tower.

Fake peppino:

-autism supreme.

-like fr this dude is just the embodiment of autism. it eats vaccines to get more autistic/j

-cant understand when it's making someone upset. Actually, similar to Noisette, is bad at perceiving negative emotions overall.

-mirrors a lot. I mean that's like an integral part of their character. They mainly take after Peppino but will start acting like someone if he's around them long enough.

-melts into a puddle when overstimulated. Honestly? I wish I could do that too.

-Mainly mirrors stims from friends. It freaked everyone out when they started repeating Gustavo's catchphrase.

Pizzahead:

-PIZZA AUTISM!!!

-horrible moral compass this dude will do anything she wants and genuinely won't see what's wrong with it. Case in point the whole of pizza tower

-used to mask her true silly self a lot to be considered more 'normal' but decided normal ppl were boring as hell and dropped the charade

-arfid haver!! Loves pastries and breads and stuff, basically refuses to eat anything else. Has a personal vendetta against cantaloupe and has vowed to destroy it all bc he hates it soooo much

-taps his foot as a stim!! Also likes to jump around and the like, will rapidly shake their fists if incredibly excited

Gerome:

-Rock autism

-This guy loves his own company. Sure, he'll happily be social, but drops the mask as soon as he's alone. Just likes to be alone!

-Also not big on touch. The only person who's allowed to lay a finger on him is John, if anyone else just like. pats him on the back he will freeze up.

-loves being a janitor because the job is mostly repetitive. He cleans each floor in his own order, he has it all sorted out!

-loves bath bombs and stuff. Really likes the smells and just the fizz and the way they crumble in his fingers. Sometimes he'll just throw one in the sink and watch it for ages

-makes this weird clicking noise in the back of his throat as a stim. It's a rather unsettling noise but it's really the only way he stims in public. When alone he likes to feel textures of different things

John:

-hivemind autism!

-I feel bad for this dude man imagine having your being spread out through several different pocket dimensions and all of them have different textures and shot this poor bugger must've been overstimulated for years

-very blunt. Says what he wants with no remorse. Also doesn't have any volume control so often doesn't realize he's yelling

-I imagine when he was resurrected and was no longer a hivemind he had to take a long time alone just being himself. Duuuude imagine having to mask for YEARS because you were never ever alone I would lose my fucking marbles

-opposite of his brother, he doesn't understand personal space. Will often accidentally get I'm ppls faces because he doesn't realize how close he is to them. This also makes him somewhat clumsy and he has a habit of running into things

-Mainly has facial/expression stims. Will pull a big ol' grimace if something goes wrong and grin like an idiot when happy (see: when he got revived)

#Oh god. Tagging time.#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #mr stick #MR STIIIIIIICK #pepperman #the vigilante #the noise #Noisette #Fake peppino #Pizzahead #gerome pizza tower #pillar john #Autism

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creativepawsworld · 6 months

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Silence - Chapter 51

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Tommy comes back from London to a major headache.

Warnings = Language...Grammar...mentions of sex... guns...violence, arrests, mentions of drugs, gambling.

Word Count = 2528

When Tommy returned to Birmingham I knew he would return like a bull in a China shop. He would be seething with rage. Pure rage. But so would I be. I have felt utterly humiliated as I walked the streets this morning. He had spent the evening with another woman, perhaps more than one night. I didn’t know. But I was certainly made a mockery of. The local constabulary and anyone who had known him all knew of my stupidity. Believing a man with a reputation like Thomas Shelby’s would remain faithful to only one woman. How naive of me.

I had returned home the morning after Michael's arrest wanting to be alone with my thoughts. I sat at our small kitchen table holding my head in my hands, my elbows resting on the table. Moving back to sit in the chair I covered my mouth with my hands. A million thoughts ran through my head but I couldn’t make out a single one.

I found myself longing to have a conversation with my brother James. Tears gathered in my eyes at the thought of him. He would know what to do. He would know how to make me feel better. The tears fell from my eyes, meeting my fingers and running down towards the sleeves of my dress.

Finding strength within myself I stood up, the chair scrapping along the wooden floor. I wiped my eyes, moving to the kitchen I started to clean. Really clean. Deep clean. I moved around my small apartment starting to create space, space for things I needed for my baby. By the window, I moved the small armchair that sat in my living room closer to the fire along with a few blankets and pillows.

Moving into my bedroom I started going through my wardrobe, pulling out clothes I no longer liked and put them in a pile before doing the same with Tommy’s clothes. I had created a small pile on the floor, moving methodically around the apartment. I would move things to new places or if I didn’t find a purpose I threw them in the bin without a second thought.

I was on my hands and knees cleaning the bathroom when I heard the front door opening. “STACE” Tommy’s voice sounded off, he was angry. I could hear it in his voice. I continued to clean the tiles in my bathroom with an old toothbrush. “You not hear me call you eh?” Tommy asked. “Our Arthur's been fucking arrested as has our Michael”

“I know” I spoke softly not looking at him as I scrubbed around the bottom of the toilet with the toothbrush.

“You know? How do you know eh?” Tommy asked leaning against the doorframe “Polly tell ya?”

“I was there,” I answered almost robotically. “For Michael's arrest anyway.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you eh?” Tommy asked bending down on his hunches to talk to me. “Eh look at me when am talking yeah? What’s going on? You’ve been crying” He pointed out holding my chin in his hand forcing me to look him in the eye.

“Like you care” I pulled my face from his grip but he grabbed it again, holding it tighter but not enough to hurt me.

“What’d you say to me?” Tommy asked. There was evident anger in his eyes, I could see it. I could feel it vibrating from his body.

“How was May? Did she give you what you wanted?” I asked using the toilet to help me up to my feet. Tommy quickly followed standing over me. We stood in our small bathroom, my growing stomach just touching his stomach as we stood in front of one another. Tommy looked down at my growing stomach, a calmness washed over his eyes for a brief and I mean brief second.

“What’s that mean eh? I told you I was going to check on the horse Stace.” Tommy spoke, eyebrows raised, he was controlling his anger. The anger he had cursing through his veins at the thought of Arthur and Michael being locked up and Campbell being in control drove him to insanity. “Even asked ye to come.” He pulled out his cigarettes, quickly lighting one up and inhaling as if he would die without it.

“Don’t lie to me Thomas” I warned pushing past him walking to our bedroom and reorganising the drawers for the second time today.

“What the fuck you talking about eh? What am I to have lied about?” Tommy asked, his voice hoarse as he watched me fold and refold his undershirts.

“You were fucking that horse whore” I snapped throwing his vest on the floor, I watched Tommy open his mouth almost like he was about to speak but I quickly shut him up. “Don’t, don’t fucking lie to me you cheating asshole” I threw the pile of vests I had previously folded and placed in the drawer at him.

“Watch your fucking mouth love” Tommy stepped closer index finger wagging at me as he warns me he wasn’t in a playful mood. Well, neither was I. “I never touch that bloody woman. Told ye I only want you, not her. Not anyone else.”

“Bullshit. I called the manor. I asked for you but you were too preoccupied with that horse slut.”

“Who the fuck told you that eh?” Tommy's voice started rising, his chest rising and falling in anger as he walked closer towering over me. I backed away from him into the chest of drawers looking up at him.

“Her maid. Ask Polly, she made the same phone call and was told the same thing. You are caught you cheating bastard.” I put my hands on his chest attempting to push him back but he was too strong. He had a cold look in his eyes as he stared down at me. I could see the cogs working in his mind.

I had never seen Tommy like this. He stared deep into my eyes but it was like he wasn’t actually in there. His mind was taking him places only he would know before he backed away from him yelling loudly ‘FUCK’ which made me jump.

“That bastard that FUCKING BASTARD” Tommy yelled gripping the door frame, his knuckles turning white. “As if going after Arthur and Michael wasn’t enough. He comes for you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Campbell. He fucking did this” Tommy nodded. I scoffed rolling my eyes, of course he was going to try and get out of this. “You spoke to him right?”

“He did tip me off to your infidelity yes” I nodded crossing my arms over my chest, resting the tips of my forearms on my bump.

“And you just believed him eh? What, is there no fucking trust between us?” Tommy asked, hurt flashing across his eyes for a moment.

“I...I didn’t just believe him. I called and asked for you, then asked for her and I couldn’t speak to either of you. She was preoccupied in her room with a man and asked not to be disturbed.”

“Jesus Stace” Tommy ran a hand down his face. “What the fuck do I have to do to get you to listen to me? I’m not stupid enough to throw away what we have. Not for May, not for Grace not for fucking anyone.”

My eyes flashed over to him as he mentioned that barmaid who betrayed him to Campbell two years previous.

“Don’t fucking say it Stace,” Tommy warned pointing his finger at me, the burnt-out cigarette resting between his fingers.

“Where were you then last night?” I scoffed

“I stayed with Ada, finalising the paperwork for the trust funds, call her if you don’t believe me yeah” Tommy shook his head squeezing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

“Instead of finding Campbell to confront the bastard for what he did to my own brother, I came to find you first. Because your all I fucking think about Stace. Day in and day out. I love you and if anything, anything happened to you…” Tommy closed his eyes gritting his teeth.

I shifted between my feet looking up at him, seeing the honesty behind his anger. “Without you am nothing, Campbell knows that. You’re my weakness, Stace. Don’t let him get in your head and ruin what we have. I wouldn’t, I would never betray you,”

I looked down to the floor trying not to cry. My hormones getting the better of me. “I need a minute” I whispered turning my back to him. I rested my hands on the top of the chest of drawers, trying to gather my thoughts and my emotions. Was it true? Did Campbell manipulate to get to Tommy?

******

After our argument I went with Tommy to find and confront Major Campbell, I was seething. He played on my emotions, almost destroying the relationship I worked so hard to build with Tommy. How could I be so naïve? So quick to believe that snake of a man over the man I loved? What was wrong with me?

As we entered the church Tommy stormed ahead and I hung back to answer my questions. What was I missing within myself that I didn’t trust Tommy and so blindly believed the corrupt police major?

“We had a deal” Tommy’s voice echoed through the church walls as he stormed up the main aisle towards the man reading a paper. Major Campbell. I leaned against a church pew, not making a sound. I wanted to hear from the man himself that it was all a lie, a manipulation to turn me against my love. “Eh?” He shouted a bit louder to get the older man’s attention. “We had a fucking deal”

“I would thank you to moderate your language in a place of worship” Major Campbell spoke in his thick Belfast drawl. Tommy reached forward ripping the paper from his hands, throwing it on the floor.

“We had a fucking…deal” Tommy leered down into his space pointing an index finger in his face. Major Campbell continued looking forward until eventually turning to look at Tommy.

“Mr Shelby, if you’ve read the papers you might have seen that the home secretary has got himself into a bit of a fizz, about certain moral issues” Major Campbell spoke, Tommy began to pace the church ground, keeping a close eye on me. “Prostitution, protection, racketeering, drinking, cocaine and of course gambling. And he has demanded results.”

Tommy lifted his index finger pointing it warningly towards Major Campbell. “You offered me, protection. You promised me protection.”

“Well,” Major Campbell started. “Well no, you see… Mr Churchill made you that promise and the home secretary outranks him so...” I could just see the confident, smug look on Campbell's face. “And I can hardly be blamed if your demented brother decides to go on some sort of blood orgy during dinner.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me. Don’t not sit here in your fucking CHURCH AND LIE TO ME” Tommy raged leaning into him. His face was almost purple with rage. I inhaled quietly watching the scene, I had never seen Tommy so worked up before.

“You need to contain your emotions or this meeting is going to end” Campbell warned him causing Tommy to pull back, his arms casually swaying at his side as he stepped away from the twisted, corrupt man sitting in the pews. “Good, that’s better” Campbell nodded, patronizing Tommy once more.

“So, uh let us review the new situation. I have your brother in a prison cell. Charged with the murder of Billy Kitchen. Case against him is strong and I have no doubt that his destiny is to hang. “Tommy leaned against the opposing pews in the church hanging his head.

“And then there is Polly Gray’s son, Michael, he has already admitted to helping Arthur burn down the Marquis pub. Oh, he was a tough nut to crack that boy, but crack he did. So I have your brother facing the noose, I have your cousin facing five years for arson, I have your entire organisation in disarray in Birmingham and London and I have that pretty little woman of yours under my thumb.”

Tommy looked up, inhaling deeply as he turned to face him. A cold look on his face. “She was fun to play with. I knew you would have your claws sunken in deep with that one. But she is still that naïve, stupid little girl desperately seeking approval underneath it all. Few words and a bit of money passed to the right people and they say whatever you want them to.” Campbell chuckled.

“You disgusting piece of shit” I growled walking up the aisle, my kitten heels clacking loudly off the church walls as I approached the Major. I was ready to slap him, hurt him. “Do you get your kicks out of distressing pregnant women?” I seethed Tommy, putting his hands on my waist holding me back, his hand caressing over my bump briefly.

“I’m disgusting? I’m not the one carrying a bastard Miss Adler” He smirked, knowing he was reeling me up.

“Alright, what do you want?” Tommy asked turning around to face him slowly. His voice was emotionless and calm. His body was rigid as he looked down at the Major who remained seated.

“What do I want?” Major Campbell repeated. “I don’t understand”

“I’ve already agreed to do your fucking killing for you. Now what is it you want, from me?” Tommy asked in a low voice it was obvious he was trying to brush over the confession of having to kill someone in front of me.

Major Campbell stood up standing before Tommy. “You see an agreement is not the same as an insurance now is it? See I found I wasn’t sleeping so well. And it wasn’t just the smell or the noise in that room no. It was the nagging doubt of knowledge. Knowledge that Tommy Shelby is not afraid to die and therefore the threat to your own life might not be enough to make it certain that you will obey me on the given day."

"I needed to take the power and lives of your family and I now have that. As my father used to say to make sure your dog obeys you, you have to show it the stick once in a while.”

Major Campbell walked down the church before turning to make eye contact with me. He didn’t say a single word as he turned around completely setting the bottom of his crane on the ground with a tap. He knew he had manipulated me, and caused me undue stress and worry just to get at Tommy. He was truly a despicable man, a monster. I looked away, feeling sick at the mere sight of him.

“Your day will come Miss Adler.” His echoed off the church walls. I felt Tommy grip onto my hip as the Major threatened me but he remained silent as he tried to work out how he was going to get us out of this mess.

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Pt2 to the Wingman Wayne AU sequel :D (This one’s gonna be slightly longer than most of the other parts!) | You can read pt1 here | ao3 link

Robin would never admit it to Steve, but she is nervous. Like, really nervous. The level of nervous you get from having a date as a lesbian in a small town in the Midwest who has only ever dated one girl before – a girl she knew from the school band, which means they didn't actually meet each other on a date, which means that Robin technically doesn't really have any first-date experience at all – contrary to Steve, who has a lot of first-date experience.

What do people wear for a first date? How do they prepare? Should you even prepare at all? Do people come late, do they come early, do they bring a present, how do they greet each other?

By the time she's finally changed into clothes that make her feel the right amount of comfortable yet attractive, her room has exploded into even more of a mess than it usually is: her whole wardrobe is covering literally every inch of the floor, another pile of clothes is thrown haphazardly onto her bed, and Polly is making herself comfortable on Robin's favorite soft cardigan, no doubt getting dog hair all over it.

She shoots another glance in the mirror, tugging at her collar and frowning at the way her jeans are fitting around her upper legs.

'No, you're not gonna get changed again,' she sternly tells her reflection. 'You're fine. This is fine. You got this.'

'You got this,' Rosalinda repeats from her cage in the corner of the room. 'You look great. You look great.'

Robin perks up at that; teaching Rosalinda to say “you look great” whenever Robin is looking in the mirror has definitely been one of the better decisions in her whole life so far.

She rushes over to the cage to treat the parrot on some nuts, but then she notices the clock and a string of curses escapes from her mouth as she starts frantically looking for her All Stars - which she finds buried underneath Polly’s butt.

Well, at least she has one thing less to worry about now: fashionably late is gonna be her very well thought through arrival time.

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She arrives at Benny's about ten minutes late. As she haphazardly shoves her bike into a rack, she spots a curly-haired girl leaning against one of the parked cars with a somewhat bored look on her face.

'I'm so sorry,' Robin says, slightly out of breath as she rushes up to the girl. 'I'm literally the worst at time management and I couldn't find my shoes because my dog was sitting on them and then I lost my keys because I forgot to –'

'It's fine,' the girl interrupts her. To Robin's relief, her lips are curving into a smile – a very pretty smile, that is. 'Mr. Munson already told me that you were probably gonna be late.'

Something about that seems really unfair and Robin huffs.

'How does he even know that? I never even met the man! No one even bothered to tell me your name, and you already know all about one of my worst personality traits!'

'It's Nancy.'

'What?' Robin gives the girl a distracted look.

'My name.' She holds out her hand and Robin shakes it, even though she thinks that's a bit formal for a date – it is, right? Or is this normal date etiquette and is Robin indeed as clueless as she feared she would be?

'I'm Nancy,' the girl elucidates. Her hand is cold against Robin's, but not in an unpleasant way, and Robin can barely suppress a shiver. 'And my worst personality traits is that I always want to be right.'

Robin can't help but smile at her. 'Good to know, I’ll make sure to remember that in case I ever need to let you win an argument,’ she answers.

'You're Robin, right?'

'No, I'm Tammy,' Robin deadpans.

'Oh.' Nancy lets go of her hand, going wide-eyed.

'Kidding. I'm Robin. Sorry for that lame joke.'

But Nancy chuckles, and it sounds just as cute as her smile looks. All of Nancy is cute, actually: she's almost a full head smaller than Robin and wearing a colorful skirt paired with a purple button-down. A necklace with a ballet-shoe pendant is resting against the skin right underneath her collarbones, and her fine-featured face reminds Robin of a work of art: perfectly heartshaped, with sharp cheekbones, a pointed chin, and huge, deep-blue eyes that get this adorable sparkle when she smiles.

And unfortunately, Robin knows all too well what will inevitably happen whenever she's put in front of a girl as pretty as Nancy. It's like she can actually feel the words piling up in her throat.

'I have to warn you, I've never actually been on a date with a girl before. I mean, I've dated a girl, but not been on a date, like, with someone I don't know yet. I mean, it's not like I'm not out yet, alright, but in this town, there's only so many people you can be out to, if you know what I mean, so I couldn't exactly go happily dating around, and I've never really been interested in dating boys at all, so that never happened either – so what I'm trying to say is that I've never been on a date before and it's kinda making me nervous and I have this habit that I start rambling when I'm nervous, so you should probably just cut me off at some point or else I'll be passing out soon because I'm getting really out of breath and –'

'Take a breath,' Nancy finally interrupts her monologue. Her smile is less shy now and more amused, and Robin gratefully does what Nancy ordered her to do.

'It's okay,' Nancy says in a sweetly quiet voice. 'I'm glad you told me. I've actually never been on a date with a girl either. I've been in some relationships, with guys, but they didn't – they didn't really work. Um...' She points towards the door. 'Should we get –'

'Yeah, let's go inside,' Robin says, eagerly taking the chance to continue their conversation somewhere that's not a joyless gray parking lot.

They order at the counter and Robin lets Nancy pick a booth; they end up at the one in the most remote corner.

'Well,' Robin says, raising her Coke at Nancy, 'Cheers to Wayne Munson, I guess, for landing both of us our very first official date with a girl.'

Nancy chuckles and clinks her glass against Robin's.

'Cheers to Wayne Munson,' she repeats. 'I have to admit, I was very surprised when he called me. I only met him once, you know?'

Robin listens attentively while Nancy tells her how she met Mr. Munson at the plant, where he was working while she was on an assignment for the newspaper. It's surprisingly easy, to talk to her. They easily launch into this whole conversation about the working conditions and safety hazards down at the plant, both equally indignant about how the employees are treated there, and Robin fires all kinds of questions at Nancy about her job at the Gazette.

'I've been really lucky,' Nancy admits. 'Last year I got this internship at the Hawkins Post and that was... not great. I was basically the only woman and all those men thought I was only good for making them coffee and sandwiches. It's actually why I broke up with my boyfriend. He thought I should just “sit it out,” be grateful for the opportunity or whatever. Which I thought was fucking bullshit.'

Robin nods eagerly, her mouth too stuffed with Benny's heavenly burger to form an intelligible response.

'Anyway, I didn't sit it out – I went behind their backs for a good story and they fired me. But that's how I ended up at the Gazette. They make much better articles anyway – like the thing we did with the plant.' Nancy pauses to take a sip of her drink, and her eyes are lit up beautifully with the passion for the work she's doing. 'They care about this community, want to publish stuff that actually helps make it better. So I got to talk to Mr. Munson, and he had some really interesting things to say,' she said, coming full-circle with her story like a true journalist. 'But we didn't talk about any personal stuff, you know,' she continues. 'So I was really surprised when he called.'

Robin chuckles. 'Yeah, I haven't even met the man, I only know his nephew Eddie. He's supposed to have some sixth sense for matching queer people,' she tells Nancy while jokingly wiggling her eyebrows. 'That's how my best friend became Eddie's boyfriend. I wouldn't have been here if that dingus didn't tell me that it was gonna be worth it.'

The shyness is back in Nancy's smile as she holds Robin's gaze over their fries.

'Well, I think your friend might be right about that sixth sense,' Nancy says quietly.

Robin feels her cheeks heat up at that and looks away from Nancy's intense gaze.

'Don't tell him that,' she jokes. 'His ego is already annoyingly big.'

She looks back into Nancy's eyes and immediately feels fucking stupid for not taking her chance and say something heartfelt in response to Nancy's brave vulnerability.

'But no matter how much it pains me to admit it, I have to agree with you that he might be right,' she awkwardly adds. And luckily, it works: Nancy is beaming at her like the fucking brightest star in the milky way.

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supernovasilence · 2 days

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"I have heard of such things"

“Please, your Majesty, I came in through a wardrobe.” “A wardrobe? What do you mean?” “I—I opened a door and just found myself here, your Majesty,” said Edmund. “Ha!” said the Queen, speaking more to herself than to him. “A door. A door from the world of men! I have heard of such things."

Thinking about this line from LWW (chapter 4). Jadis reacts to hearing Edmund came from another world by musing about rumors, even though she's from another world herself, and has in fact been to London (albeit briefly). Obviously the reason is because C. S. Lewis wrote LWW before MN and didn't care about super tight continuity, but that's no fun, so here are some in-universe possibilities:

it's been centuries since Jadis came to Narnia, and she's the type who ignores anything that isn't useful to her (e.g. ignoring Polly because Digory was the one that woke her, and then acting like neither child exists once they've brought her to Uncle Andrew). Charn is dead and she can't get back to Earth so she just…didn't bother to think about them ever again. By the time of LWW she can barely remember other worlds exist

Jadis barely knows other worlds exist, not because she didn't bother to remember, but because of some magical/physical reaction. Jadis has no memory of the Wood Between the Worlds once she's out of it, even though Polly and Digory do. Maybe Charnians just react that way to interdimensional travel, or maybe it's something specific to Jadis herself due to magic she's done. But whyever, Jadis forgets any world but the one she's in. The Wood fades almost instantly because she was there so briefly and has no personal connection to it. Earth would last a little longer, and Charn longer still, long enough that she can remember them during the end of MN. But by the time of LWW, she doesn't remember how she came to Narnia.

or she doesn't remember due to eating the silver apple? immortality comes with a price, and for better or worse Jadis is now bound to Narnia; she cannot go back

Telmar was founded by humans who stumbled through from Earth, and perhaps other places were as well (we don't know the histories of Galma etc). Or maybe solitary travelers find their way in sometimes, not enough to found nations or influence history but enough to leave rumors, rumors that Jadis is listening for very carefully because she knows four humans are prophesized to destroy her

Jadis doesn't mean a door as in "portal to another world" but door as in "hole in the magical barrier I've put up around Narnia", and thinks Edmund slipped in from another country. This would mean she doesn't understand the word "wardrobe" though. Then again Mr. Tumnus didn't know it either, so maybe they just don't have wardrobes in Narnia. (There's no absolutely no evidence in the books that Jadis made a barrier around Narnia, but there must be some sort of outer limit to her powers, or Archenland, Calormen, etc would also have been under her control, and they don't seem to have been. She was "Queen of Narnia", not "Queen of the World", and the countries mentioned in HHB all seem to be running normally without the sort of chaos caused by setting up governments again after a dictator's death. I can imagine Jadis making a magical line around Narnia's borders (with plans to expand, ofc) so her magic has a set space to focus on; maybe she can even sense when someone crosses it, which is why Edmund's arrival surprised her—he didn't trip any alarms.)

my favorite: Narnia herself is doing her best to fight Jadis. While the Pevensies are ruling Narnia, their lives on Earth become like a dream, and there are hints the reverse happens when they go back. But when they return to Narnia, "the air of Narnia [works] on" them to make them who Narnia needs them to be: the Kings and Queens of Old. Maybe it's working on Jadis, as best it can. It smoothes away her memories of other worlds, making her content to stay here, like it did the Pevensies. But for the Pevensies, it was a way to ease the pain of suddenly losing their old lives, whereas for Jadis, it's trying to keep her complacent. Because if she remembers there are other worlds, she'll try to find doors to them, and conquer kingdoms, and find more magic, and raise armies, and be that much harder to free Narnia from. Narnia is in pain and fighting Jadis the only way it can till Aslan and the Pevensies come to save it

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