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aimeecarreros · 3 months

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lmao wrong weapon, sorry bro

#moviegifs #fyeahmovies #dailyflicks #narniaedit #tvandfilm #filmedit #tconedit #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #tcon #prince caspian #the chronicles of narnia prince caspian #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #**finally.mp3

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staliaqueen · 3 months

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— Richard Siken

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 11 months

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Today I learnt that the Pevensie children have middle names and actual dates of birth according to props used in the 2005 film:

Peter Richard Pevensie - b. 19th September 1924

Susan Elizabeth Pevensie - b. 27th December 1926

Edmund George Pevensie - b. 8th May 1929

Lucy Anne Pevensie - b. 23rd June 1932

Apparently LWW is set in 1940, so depending on what month it’s set in, it means Peter would be about 16, Susan us around 13-14, Edmund is 11 and Lucy about 8 (depending on what time of year the story takes place)

Also worth noting that this says Mr Pevensie is called Richard (Peter’s middle name obviously is after his father) and that Mrs Pevensie is called Miriam, whilst in the film Lucy says her mother’s name is “Helen”. Apparently in the original script it was Miriam, so I think they changed it last minute (and also Georgie’s mum was called Helen)

#peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #tcon #the chronicles of narnia #narnia

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bloodybigwardrobe · 6 months

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something something you're susan pevensie and you've decided that you will live again no matter the fact that you've done this all before. you decide that if you are to be in exile, there can be use and joy in making it work.

you're susan pevensie, and when you look at your siblings you see broken tools shoved into jobs they are not made for. your older brother is nothing more than a sword forcibly blunted, rust-red and sacrificial, a means to an end brought to ruin between gunfire and shrapnel pieces. your younger brother forgets to crave sugar like they want him to, forgets that he cannot speak sense to adults lest he be branded ill-mannered and dangerous. your sister seems like a tear in the landscape, so utterly alien, so unfitting, to the world that birthed her that you can't bear to look at her anymore.

something something your siblings yearn for the forge that broke them beyond repair, and all you can find within them are the ways they were molded to never belong to themselves again, the swords and salvation of a place that shaped them into things never meant for eternal use.

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #susan pevensie #the pevensies #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #tcon #atlaswriting #reread my susan talks about her brother war bit and went insane abt it again yknow

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hydravns · 29 days

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LIAM NEESON as ASLAN THE LION in THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe (2005)

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peter-wolfsbane-pevensie · 1 year

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Lucy is everyone's favorite sibling

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #tcon #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #prince caspian

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lemonprick · 4 months

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kings and queens of narnia! the pevensies rulers are figures of myth and legend, and only few remember them as children on the battlefield for the first time.

(armour is a loose mix of medieval-inspired mail and leather, and the background is an ungodly lazy attempt to avoid learning perspective.)

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #tcon #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #fanart #myart #lemonprick draws

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quecksilvereyes · 1 year

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oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-

I am dead.

I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."

I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-

I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.

I go. you stop.

are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.

say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.

my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.

the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.

do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.

your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.

doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?

lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.

i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.

i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.

I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.

I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.

Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-

I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.

I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.

such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.

I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.

I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.

so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so I banned you from their scorning mouths. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.

Forgive me.

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saintofaugust · 1 year

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thinking abt edmund pevensie.. who gets cranky when tired, who has a fondness for food especially sweets, who ate dirt he thought was chocolate.. thinking abt 10 yr old edmund pevensie who wanted to build roads in narnia.. thinking abt 11 year old edmund pevensie who fiercely defends his older sister, abt early twenties edmund pevensie who at all costs will protect his older sister.. thinking abt edmund pevensie who is a rock climber, who had once beat susan in archery, who had swiftly beheaded someone in battle.. thinking abt edmund pevensie who enjoys reading detective novels, who is interested in trains & railways.. thinking abt edmund pevensie who is his older brothers right hand man, who is his younger sisters most loyal ally,

#the chronicles of narnia #tcon #narnia #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #the pevensies #pevensie siblings #is my math correct lmfao #love that cs lewis casually gives us these information #honestly why i find it confusing when people say the pevensies are boring did we read the same books or

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englishboylover · 8 months

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peter *flirty* : i love you :)

caspian *flirts back* : what are we, enemies to lovers?

peter *turns to edmund* : lmao, bro thinks he's good enough to be my enemy.

caspian : i hate you.

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lasaraleen · 1 month

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I don't know if you're answering questions, but I just finished watching LWW and I NEED to know. How do you thinks the Pevensies got their titles in the books cuz I cannot come up with nothing

I am indeed answering asks *in theory*, but I barely get any 😂

Now, this is just getting into person headcanons, I have fairly specific and fairly board ideas about it.

The Magnificent

Peter’s title came first, I think. It started among the soldiers in the battle between the Narnians and Jadis’ forces. He had barely trained, he was young, he stood his ground and fought regardless.

Later, he showed his skill as a High King, in many ways. He was a great leader, a kind ruler, a strong soldier, even though he didn’t love the blade. And even though he wouldn’t think so, when they met him, everyone knew, he was Magnificent.

The Gentle

Susan was first thought of as gentle by the mice who untied Aslan on the stone table. Despite her fear of mice, she didn’t hurt them. It was soon after Aslan gifted the mice with their role as Talking Beasts, they spread the tale, and the small Beasts knew she would be fair and kind to them. She avoided the battle all that she could, she worried for her family, she cared for the small.

Perhaps she had a bit of a temper, but those near her knew she was Gentle.

The Just

Edmund never felt worthy of this title even years later. He knew how it was to be controlled by evil, to be under the influence of someone with more poor, to be a betrayer. When those who broke the law, when those who had been hurt, when those who were apologetic came before the throne, his siblings trusted his judgement. He was first called this when a young supporter of the White Witch was brought before them. He only helped him find his way again.

Despite it all, he was Just.

The Valiant

Lucy’s title caught on later than Peter’s, and was mainly spread by things that Susan said. There was no question of the young queen’s bravery, as Aslan himself said that if she was any braver, she would be a lioness. She was the most beloved, and everyone knew her heart was true.

Lucy, as brave as a lioness, was Valiant from the day she stepped into Narnia

#anyways obviously these are just some silly little headcanons lol #narnia #tcon #the pevensies #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia

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an-angels-fury · 3 months

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Narnia Characters Aesthetic

Peter Pevensie ❤️

Susan Pevensie 💖

Caspian X 💙

Edmund Pevensie 💜

Lucy Pevensie 💛

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Bonus:

Caspeter 🧡

(ALL THESE EDITS WERE MADE BY ME - QUOTES AND PHOTOS FOUND ON PINTEREST - DON'T FUCKING REPOST IT!!!)

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staliaqueen · 10 months

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Susan Pevensie + Text Posts (Part ???)

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thedawntreaders · 2 years

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for their service, narnia blesses the pevensies with hidden powers to carry back to earth.

peter used to hate prophecies. it's what dragged him and his siblings into a war his parents wanted him to avoid. but when the feeling of deja vu turns into experiencing brief visions that predict the following events here on earth, he can't really mind. the only strange part is that his ability is exclusive to events revolving around his siblings. he gives susan extra cash in her purse to take a taxi because she'll miss the bus, drives to lucy's school to drop off the homework she forgot in her room, tosses edmund an umbrella that the boy insists he won't need, except he does.

when his parents ask about it, noticing how their eldest son manages to be prepared for nearly everything, peter replies with 'gut instinct'. his siblings know better. they leave his knack for prophecy unmentioned in their conversations, since the memory of leaving home is still fresh, but edmund, susan, and lucy are aware of how much this ability means to him. he has always been trying to look out for them and protect them. in this way, thanks to narnia, he can.

there is a newfound power in susan's voice that wasn't there before. aside from her siblings, people listen to her intently, much to her curiosity. from the strict professor who provides her an extension despite not having an extension policy to the boy who backs off when she tells him no, susan finds that her words fall easily on their ears and they receive it graciously. she doesn't know how to feel about it. she's grateful, of course, but such a power can be dangerous if exploited. she shudders. she would rather perish than be caught abusing her voice and power, as strange as that sounds in her time.

luckily, as aforementioned, her siblings are immune to her ability to charmspeak, and they gently encourage her to use her gift to become the harbinger of change she was always meant to be. the sociology major is now somewhat easier to endure, what with her peers and professors starting to be receptive to the fresh, new ideas she introduces, ideas that worked in narnia and would work even better here. she considers edmund's suggestion to become a public speaker.

after having fallen to temptation with the white witch's enchanted turkish delight, edmund can ingest any poison without experiencing its effects. he learns about this ability when he confronts a man for spiking a woman's drink. the man insists he didn't, so to challenge him, edmund spontaneously grabs the glass from the lady's hand and tips it up. he meant to feign the drinking; however, when the man shouts in alarm and attempts to slap the glass away, the liquid ends up sliding roughly against his throat. judging from that reaction alone, edmund knocks him out cold and calls the police.

it's an awkward ride with the paramedics. aside from the very brief choking for a drink he didn't mean to down, the lack of reaction baffles all of them; nonetheless, his idea to accept medical attention wasn't entirely unfounded as they did detect the toxin in his body. the doctor tells him he's lucky to even be alive. edmund smiles. nothing he hasn't heard before.

lucy's kisses are healing, as if laced with the juice from the cordial she carried in narnia. her mother always planted small pecks on her injuries when she was a child and the practice carries over to her for her siblings. when peter runs into the wrong sort of folk in the alleyway, she doesn't hesitate to kiss the cuts and bruises on his knuckles over their bandages. they heal within two hours. this ability remains largely undiscovered until one of peter's friends ask him how he always manages to heal so quickly. peter is quick to trace it back to lucy.

the youngest pevensie is delighted to learn that a part of narnia came back with her and it takes a great deal of convincing to prevent her from running to injured children and kissing them. narnians would welcome such affection, but humans of this world aren't so nearly understanding. so lucy comes up with what she believes is a good solution. she becomes a babysitter for a bit, then a daycare worker. giving kids kisses shouldn't be too much of an issue now, right?

#tcon #the chronicles of narnia #tcon imagines #tcon headcanons #chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia imagines #narnia headcanons #pevensie imagines #pevensie headcanons #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie

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bloodybigwardrobe · 1 year

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being back in their childhood bodies feels like wearing a quickly rotting corpse, lucy thinks not for the first time.

everything feels stiff, their adult death locking every joint with keys forever lost to them. peter's shoulders knock into every doorframe and corner no matter how much he presses his thumbs into the resulting bruises whispering curses. susan's hands violently shake around any object she dares to hold as though all muscles have long atrophied in this grave that calls itself england. for weeks, edmund falls down the stairs each morning, his feet uncoordinated and legs never long enough for the proud strides he tries to take.

lucy can't spin without getting dizzy. her body moves nothing like the years of grace she'd grown into. it tastes like decay, every time she lands on the floor, robbed of a living, worn-in self and caged in something that should have died decades ago; decomposing around their souls as though to mark their loss with the biggest insult this world could give.

she has half a mind to bury her siblings and herself beneath the sprawling green of the professor's lands—so that they might cease to drag their undead feet beneath their mourning minds and perhaps even finally find rest. she's tired of the sleepless nights, truly. tired of seeing edmund writing missives to politicians that would never be read, tired of watching susan bite her lip when yet another cup of tea spills down her dress, tired of watching peter sob over his bruises when he thinks they cannot hear.

lucy is tired of it all. she'd rather be dead, she thinks not once or twice but many times, even as she knows that burying themselves in english soil won't make their long-dead bodies bloom with narnian flowers.

she can hope, anyhow.

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #lucy pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #tcon #the chronicles of narnia #hi im back to this particular brand of brainrot for tonight #atlaswriting

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macedraws · 1 year

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night vs day

#myart #mine #pevensies #narnia #lucy pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #tcon #art

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