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1 Chronicles of Narnia

Now these are the generations of Frank I, King of Narnia, and of Helen his Queen:

After Frank had lived twenty-seven years and Helen his wife twenty-four, they begat a son after their own likenesses and called his name Frank, after his father. A daughter also they begat, and her name was Sarah; for they said, “Aslan gave this land to us and to our descendants.”

They were the first of all rulers of Narnia and to them all the Beasts and Creatures of the world were given in stewardship. They made the rough places level that structures might be built and tamed the wilds a little that the people of Narnia might dwell in them. For their line the cornerstone of Cair Paravel was laid, so that Frank and Helen might have a dwelling place worthy of the calling to which Aslan had called them. They guided the people of Narnia and instructed them in uprightness; and in all things they were Aslan’s servants.

And all the days of Frank I were eighty-two: and having reigned fifty-six years, he died and was buried at Lantern Waste in the place where Aslan first called him. And Queen Helen’s days were ninety, and she lay beside him.

Frank II lived sixty-three years and by his wife, the nymph Hespera, he begat sons Frank III and Isaac, and a daughter Rebecca; for he remembered the ways of his parents. Frank II did all that Aslan had commanded his father, and he wrote down all the songs and stories that his parents had taught him.

And Isaac his son went to the pasturelands in the south and established his father’s rule there even as he worked the land among the Beasts. But Rebecca remained in her father’s house, for she loved the sea.

And having ruled Narnia eight years, Frank II died, and Frank III ruled in his place.

Frank III lived fifty-four years and by his wife, Liriope the naiad, he begat only Rachel, his daughter. Now Frank III was thirty-three when he began to reign, and he was the first king of Narnia to rule at Cair Paravel. Under his dominion, the boarders of Narnia were drawn: north at the River Shribble as far as Lantern Waste and south at the mountains beyond Glasswater. He ruled twenty-eight years in peace: and after he died, Rachel ruled Narnia.

Now Rachel was twenty years old when she began to reign. She remembered her fathers’ instruction and she walked in uprightness; yet she feared the evil that had gone into north and so devoted herself to Narnia’s fortification. It was said among some of the people that Queen Rachel did not close her eyes even to sleep.

In her first year, she ordered the forging of 5,000 iron swords from the Red Dwarves, and from the Black Dwarves 2,000 shields and 12,000 arrow tips. From the dryads she ordered 1,500 bows such as could be made of sturdy, flexible wood. She built up walls and armaments around the Tree of Protection and appointed farsighted Eagles to guard it by day and Owls by night. She established watchtowers in the Northern March; and the first armies of Narnia assembled under her general, Gripfast the centaur.

Rachel lived seventy-seven years and she begat Frank IV and daughters Lea and Dina: and having reigned fifty-seven years, she died. And she and all her descendants were buried beneath the third hill of Cair Paravel, just within the outermost fortifications.

Frank IV was fifty-three years old when he began to reign. He lived sixty-nine years and begat Frank V and Cainan. But Frank IV was the first Narnian king to die in battle, for in his day a wer-wolf made its den by Cauldron Pool and was terrorizing all those who came there. So the king went out alone and called the wer-wolf out to combat, and the wer-wolf tore his body apart.

When his son Cainan heard what had happened, he rode out to Cauldron Pool with twenty warriors and they vanquished the wer-wolf; and after he had done this, Cainan sailed east and became the first ruling Prince of Galma.

Having reigned sixteen years, Frank IV died, and his son Frank V ruled Narnia in his place.

Now Frank V was forty-three years old when he began to reign. His mother’s name was Neda, a river goddess. And he did right in the ways of Aslan, but not with his whole heart. For Frank V was a proud man and he put his own seal, not the Lion’s, on all that he did. He established the first Narnian exploratory corps, an assembly of 3,000 Birds, Antelope, and other nimble creatures sent into the wastes to report back what they saw. In this way, the lands to the south of the mountains were first discovered.

By his wife, a woman of Galma, Frank V begat Frank VI, Colin, and Col, and daughters Ellen, Nia, and Genive. And because his son Frank V was his heir, the king greatly favored him; but his other sons and daughters, the king left to their own devices.

And in that day, Aslan was seen again in Narnia's lands: for when they were young women the princesses Ellen, Nia, and Genive stood together on the eastern shore of Galma and called to him. They spoke the words of reverence and supplication which had come from the writings of Frank II, saying, "We long to see thy glory, O Aslan; Lord, shine your countenance upon us." And as they waited, behold, Aslan came to them out of the east and spoke unto the princesses face to face. Yet it is not written in this or any other book what he said to them.

Having reigned thirty-eight years, Frank V died. But Frank VI lived twenty-six years only and did not wed, for he was feeble from birth. Colin, his brother, ruled in his place.

Now Colin and his brother Col were much intrigued by all that lay to Narnia’s south and in youth they made a pact to establish a kingdom there together. But when Frank VI died and Colin became heir, he told his brother Col, “You must go south now so that when I am king, we may begin to build an empire together.” So Col went south into the mountains and there established Archenland.

And Colin became king when he was thirty-one years old. On the day of his coronation, he sent a dispatch of 700 Narnians to Archenland, telling them, “Build my brother a nation fit to stand beside Narnia.”

Thus Archenland grew and prospered; and travel to and from Narnia was established across the mountains. Each year, Col and his queen would winter in Narnia; and Colin and his queen, who was Ida the mountain nymph, oft summered in Archenland. In this way, the great alliance between the two nations was born.

And by Queen Ida, Colin begat Colin II and daughters Salla and Saria: and having reigned forty years, he died.

Now Colin II was forty years old when he began to rule. Colin II did what was right in Aslan’s eyes. In the first year of his reign, he formally dedicated Stone Table Hill to the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Likewise, he established days of feasting in the Lion’s honor and on those days the gates of Cair Paravel were flung wide to all who would enter. And he begat a son Cal and daughter Joianna: and having reigned nineteen years, he died. But Cal lived only nine years and his sister Joianna ruled Narnia after her father’s death.

Joianna was thirty-two years old when she began to rule, and her mother’s name was Sharra. Joianna was called the Dancing Queen, for she was the first ruler of Narnia to partake in the summer frolics on the Dancing Lawn. Lords came from the south and the east to beg her hand for a dance; but she married a Narnian Elm-spirit.

Yet in spite of her cognomen, Joianna loved all the arts: she was a painter and she established a school of painting which met at Lantern Waste, for she said, “It is the place of all creation.” And in her day, many masterful artworks were made, and some adorned the halls of Cair Paravel.

Joianna was patron to many of the finest artists that Narnia has yet known: she gifted fine materials to Caulkin the dwarf, who made statues of gold and bronze so lifelike that many mistook them for living creatures, and to Gleamcast the centaur she gave lengths of blue and black velvet for her tapestries.

In her last days, Joianna also established the Narnian Library at Cair Paravel, that all the histories of the world might be put to paper. And she lived for seventy-six years and with her husband begat Cal II, Caden, and a daughter Marianna: and having reigned forty-four years, she died.

And Cal, second of that name but the first to rule Narnia as king, lived sixty-six years. He begat Jonan, Julan, and Joianna II: and having reigned ten years, he died.

But it was during Cal’s reign that outlaws from another world appeared in the south of Archenland and began to build themselves a kingdom, which today is called Calormen. They brought laws and customs from their own place and did not pay Aslan any due. Rather, they cursed him as a demon and a false god; and when he heard news of this, King Cal’s heart stopped and his life ended.

Jonan was thirty-nine when he began to rule and he begat only daughters: Ira and Lyra by his wife Helin of Archenland, and Birchsilver, whose mother was a dryad: and having reigned six years, he died.

Now Ira lived seventy-nine years and begat Garlen, Galad, Seabreak, and a daughter Joianna III. She did not acknowledge Aslan or the ways of her fathers, but did wickedness in the Emperor’s sight. When Ira heard of the fine perfumes being sold in the new southern country, she sent an envoy south and arranged to purchase them. And when she heard that some Calormene ladies had slaves to carry them about in litters, she ordered six centaurs and two unicorns to live at the Cair and bear her astride wherever she went.

Queen Ira greatly prized her own beauty, and when she began to think that her daughter Joianna had surpassed her, Ira had a tower built at the westernmost wall of Cair Paravel, and there imprisoned her. But though her tower was not windowless, Joianna wasted away because the Eastern Sea was beyond her sight, and her beauty quickly faded. Only then did her mother the queen release her.

Having reigned fifty-two years, Ira died and was buried with her fathers.

Now Garlen, Ira’s first son, lived sixty-one years; but he received a wound in his youth and could not sire children. Thus, his brother Galad ruled Narnia after Queen Ira’s death.

Galad was fifty-three years old when he began to reign, but after his half-sister’s imprisonment he began to lose his senses; and by the time he became king, he was altogether mad. Yet in spite of this impediment, he made a favorable marriage to Larin, princess of Archenland, and she bore him Cassadon and Carradon and daughters Raina, Joia, and Ellan. Because of Galad’s infirmity, his wife Larin and son Cassadon ruled Narnia in truth: and having been king thirty-eight years, Galad died.

Now Cassadon was instructed in the ways of wise rulership from the time he began to speak, and he walked upright before the Lion. But when his brother Carradon saw that Cassadon ruled while their father still lived, he bribed a certain satyr to kill him while he was out riding. But Cassadon dodged the blow and arrested the satyr, who told him at once what Caradon had done: and because Cassadon trusted Aslan and was forgiving in nature, he pardoned his brother and did not raise a hand against him.

But resentment still simmered in the heart of Carradon, so he went to some of the royal guards at Cair Paravel and said, “If one of you kills my brother Cassadon, I will give him his own dutchy; and if he fails, he will be pardoned, for my brother is a soft-hearted man.”

But the guards were loyal to Cassadon because he was a good and upright man, so they went before him together and told him what Carradon had asked them to do. And when he heard this, Cassadon was greatly distressed; but because he loved his brother, he placed him under house arrest and did not raise a hand against him.

Yet Carradon hated his brother all the more for his kindness, so he wrote to his brother-in-law Prodit, the husband of his sister Ellan, saying, “If you arrange to have Cassadon killed the next time he is in your house, I will make your wife my heir when I am king, and then your children will sit on the throne of Narnia.” So, the next time that Cassadon visited the house of his sister Ellan, he was given a chalice full with poison and drank it, and at once he began to spasm in his chair. But Cassadon cried out to Aslan, and the Lion preserved his life until a healer arrived. And when Ellan found out what had happened, she questioned all the members of her household until Carradon’s treachery was unveiled.

Then, after long consultation with his advisors and with Larin his mother, Cassadon brought Carradon before the Stone Table and said, “Though you are my brother, you have thrice betrayed me and sought my death. Therefore, let the Emperor-beyond-the-Sea be judge between us.” And after he had said these things, Cassadon put his brother to death on the Stone Table, and his blood ran down its surface and pooled in the letters that were graven there.

And Cassadon lived sixty years and by his wife, the maenad Lucizia, he begat a son named Gale, most famous of all the kings of Frank’s dynasty, and daughters Allia and Lightfall: and having reigned less that a year in his own name, he died.

Now Gale was thirty-nine years old when he began to reign. From a child, his father taught him all the histories of Narnia to instruct him in uprightness; and as a youth Gale vowed that when he ruled Narnia, he would serve Aslan with his whole heart. He was a just judge and a valiant warrior, and all the people of Narnia loved him. He reinstituted the High Festivals which Colin II had begun and invited envoys from Archenland, Galma, and even Calormen to partake in them. And a few Calormenes came to know Aslan in this way.

But Gale’s greatest deeds, it is told, took place on a series of sea-voyages to the lands to the East of Narnia. Terebinthia he discovered uninhabited, and when some of his people asked to form a colony there, Gale told them, “Go with Aslan’s blessing and devote yourselves to his service there.” But Gale remained high king over Terebinthia in those days.

The Lone Islands he found peopled with men whose ancestry traced back to that other world from which Frank and the Calormenes had first come; and the people of the Lone Islands were at great need, for a dragon had made its habitation on Doorn and was besieging the people there. But Gale mustered his Narnian forces and by Aslan’s gift defeated the dragon. In gratitude, the Lone Islands made Gale and his line their emperor forever. But even as he accepted, Gale said, “There is only one Emperor, and all the kings of the world are in his hand.”

Gale reigned forty-one years and by his wife Josephine, a shepherdess of Felimath, he begat Gale II: and when he was eighty years old, he sailed east without any crew and his likeness was never seen in Narnia again.

Gale II lived one hundred and thirteen years and his wife Lis begat only daughters: Galia, Raia, Lia, Blushsky, and Bee. Gale II was the richest of all Narnian kings, for under his reign the Narnia prospered and the land was abundant. The king gathered riches from the four corners of the world: musical instruments and precious gems from the north, carved decorations of coral and bone from the east, golden statues and stonework from the south, and rich wine and fruit from the west. His daughters were famous for their beauty and wit, and all made good matches: and when they married, they took heaping chests of treasure with them. But Gale retained the bulk of his wealth, and beneath Cair Paravel he caused there to be built a great Treasure House.

During the reign of Gale II, a strange people emerged west of Narnia in the land of Telmar: and the king sent them rich gifts of gold and silver and many jewels, but they were turned away. Yet the inhabitants of Telmar showed no signs of hostility against Narnia, and so the king did not prevent them from making their habitations in the west.

When the Calormenes finished building the great temple of Tash in the thirty-fifth year of his reign, the king said, “Let me go and see this great thing which has been built in the south.” So he journeyed to Tashbaan and partook in the dedication of the temple, and there he paid a great tribute in rich rubies and emeralds at Tash’s alter.

Yet while he was in Calormen, a few Marsh-wiggles began to rebel in the north of Narnia, and the Black Dwarves, and some of the Beasts in those parts soon joined them. But Gale II ordered the rebellion crushed and the wigwams of those who had begun it were destroyed utterly.

And when they saw what the king had done to his own people, the men of Terebinthia rejected Gale II as their high king; and Gale did not oppose them, for his army was discontented.

And having reigned seventy-five years, Gale II died, and his daughter Galia reigned in his place.

And Galia lived ninety years, but most of her life she spent in the western dutchy of Lantern Waste with her husband, who was duke: and with her husband she begat Gale III and Carlisle, and having reigned five years, she died.

Gale III lived eighty-one years and like his mother did not begin to reign until he was old: for the splendor of his grandfather’s rule still hung over all Narnia. But while he ruled, the people of Narnia were free and unencumbered; but the lights of Cair Paravel were dark while Gale III reigned. And by two women he begat Gale IV and Ele: and having reigned seventeen years, he died.

But Gale IV lived thirty-six years only and his daughter Rosebriar, whose mother was Zehra Tarkheena, ruled Narnia in his place.

Rosebriar was thirty-eight old when she began to reign. She lived eighty-nine years and with her husband, Lord Eleon of Terebinthia, she begat Gale V, Ebeneezer (whose name came from one of Narnia’s oldest songs), and Umit. Now Queen Rosebriar was a prophet, and while dreaming Aslan gave her visions of things to come.

From a child she dreamed snow and ice, howling winds and howling wolves; but then she saw Aslan, whose radiance filled the sea, and he promised her that he would one day return to the land he had created and give four children of Frank’s root rule over Narnia.

Having dreamed all these things, Rosebriar caused four thrones to be built in the royal hall of Cair Paravel. Marble they were, graven with images from Rosebriar’s dreams, and she decreed that none should sit in those thrones until all that Aslan had promised had come to pass. And as to the rest of Queen Rosebriar’s prophecies, are they not written in her book which is stored in the Library of Cair Paravel?

Having reigned fifty-one years, Rosebriar died and her son Gale V ruled Narnia.

And Gale V lived seventy-seven years and begat Gale VI: and having reigned ten years, he died.

Gale VI was sixteen years old when he began to reign, and his mother was Ell of Archenland. Gale VI honored Aslan, and he waged wars in the north in the hope of rooting out the evil concerning which Queen Rosebriar had prophesied. But in the northern moors, no sign of the witch could be found. Yet Gale VI pushed Narnia’s northern boundary across the whole of Ettinsmoor to the foothills of the mountains, where they have remain to this very day. And Gale VI lived fifty-nine years and with his wife begat Gale VII, Galian, and Calvin: and having reigned forty-three years, he died.

And Gale VII lived forty-two years and married the hammadryad Greyleaf, by whom he begat twin daughters: Stonegrey and Cloudgrey. And having reigned seven years, he died.

Stonegrey and Cloudgrey were twenty-two years old when their father died, and because they were twins, they said to one another, “Why should one of us rule over the other?” So they reigned over Narnia jointly. They were not wicked in nature, but neither did they remember the name of Aslan, nor even the prophecies of Rosebriar their recent mother. They sat together in two of the four thrones which she had built for Aslan’s anointed, and so defiled them. When they did this, the grass began to wither across the land.

At this time, a faun named Salus came out of the west by Lantern Waste; and he visited the sister-queens at Cair Paravel. “The line of Frank is withering,” he said to them. “Return, return to the Lion, O Narnia! You will be torn from the ground as a withered tree and flung into the fire.”

Queen Stonegrey and Queen Cloudgrey heard Salus’s words, but they did not listen. Instead, they laughed and said, “Return, mad-faun, to your own place.” And the grass continued to wither, as though bitten by frost.

Stonegrey lived ninety-nine years and Cloudgrey lived sixty-six. Each of them bore a son in the same year, and the names they gave them were Fallstone and Stormsky: but they nursed their sons together, and kept them in the same nursery, and one of the children died in the night. No one was ever certain whose son had died, so they called the surviving child Stormstone, and he inherited their thrones. And having reigned with her sister forty-four years and alone thirty-three, Stonegrey died.

Stormstone was seventy-one years old when he became king, and he saw no reason why he should not seat himself in one of the four thrones as his mother had done. But when he did this, the rivers and springs of Narnia began to run dry. And Stormstone knew then that he had done evil, or else he was frightened; so he cordoned off the thrones with a net of enchanted thread, that none might sit in them for a hundred years.

And insodoing it came to pass that King Stormstone became greatly learned in the magical arts and thus he went out to the Tree of Protection hoping to strengthen the protective spell that Aslan had laid on Narnia at creation. But when he inspected it, he found that the Tree sick, for only a few of its apples were sweet. But Stormstone was fearful of what the Narnians’ response would be if ever this became known, so he hid it from all but his closest advisors.

And by his wife Stormstone begat two sons, Shale and Micah: and having reigned for thirty years, he died.

And Shale lived eighty-eight years and by two wives he begat four sons, Calis, Tinan, Rush, and Ash, and two daughters, Deereye and Cornflax. In Shale’s day, the dwarves delved deeper into the earth than ever before, and discovered such wonders as no one had ever seen; and some of the Beasts began to live among their wild kindred and became as dumb beasts. The revelries at Dancing Lawn honored Aslan no longer, and after a while they went on day and night unceasing. Wine there was, and rich food from Calormen and the Lone Islands. And King Shale spoke Aslan’s name not once in the forty-four years he reigned.

But the weeping willow dryad Fleba came before the king and she spoke the name of Aslan in a reedy voice. “The winter draws near,” she wept. “Aslan, the Light in the East, loves you still; but his glory will not suffer wickedness to endure.” And though the king heeded her not, she returned to his court again and again, weeping loudly.

In his old age, King Shale hosted a tourney to which he invited all the lords and ladies, kings of queens, Tarkaans and Tarkheens, and every person of beauty or skill from across the known world. And after the festivities began, the king became drunk, and when he tried to mount his horse, he fell backwards and died. And because few of his children survived him, his youngest son Ash ruled in his place.

Now Ash lived forty-seven years and begat Emberred and daughters Eca and Eleen. He was thirty-eight years old when he became king, but as soon as he was crowned, he indulged in all the vices of his father: and having reigned nine years, he died.

Emberred lived eighty-one years and begat Felfrost and a daughter Silksheen. In the thirty-sixth year of his reign, the Bear Snaggletooth appeared at the Stone Table and began to prophecy concerning the Deep Magic: “The Lion will not forget his Pride. What he has said to me, I will tell you: the Deep Magic from before the Dawn of Time was given form and word that his beloved might be redeemed. He will breathe into the remnant of his faithful ones, and not one will be lost.” All the words of that Bear were written down, for a few Narnians believed his words, and having believed they went unto the Stone Table and cleansed it, and there began be murmurings against the king.

When Emberred heard this, he ordered that Snaggletooth be put to death: so a Narnian executioner bound and muzzled him and cut him open on the Stone Table, and the his followers dispersed in fear.

Having reigned fifty-two years, Emberred died. But Silksheen spread rumors that her brother Felfrost was not his father’s trueborn son, so she ruled Narnia after Emberred’s death.

Silksheen lived seventy-three years and begat Firmfoot and Stronghilt: and while she was queen, there were rumors of a Marsh-wiggle who prophesied in the north. Yet when Silksheen heard of this, she said, “What news is it to hear a Marsh-wiggle proclaiming doom? Let him alone.” And after she had reigned fourteen years, Silksheen died. And though Firmfoot was her elder son, the queen favored Stronghilt; so he ruled Narnia in his brother’s place.

Stronghilt was forty-nine years old when he began to reign, and he begat three sons, Goldbrow, Silverbrow, and Bronzebrow. All three were tall warriors, strongly built and with power in their arms. And once his sons were grown, the king said to himself, “Since the gods have blessed me with three such fine sons, surely I must put them to some mighty use.” So he assembled a great army not of Narnians, but of cruels, hags, incubuses, wraiths, efreets, wer-wolves, Ettin-giants, and all manner of other evil creatures from the wild lands to the north. And with that army, he marched against Archenland; and his sons were with him. But Aslan caused a great wall of cloud to come down in the mountains where Narnia’s southern boarder was, and nothing could pass through it.

So Stronghilt turned east and set his sights on the Seven Isles, but when the king and his armies set sail, Aslan caused a wall of fire to rise above the waters and encircle the Narnian coast as far as could be measured, and nothing could pass through it.

Then, in despair, Stronghilt turned his gaze west to Telmar, but before his armies could advance, his son Goldbrow slit his throat while he slept, and thus, having reigned twelve years, Stronghilt died.

And Goldbrow lived forty years and begat no children: and having reigned seven years, he died. And his brother Silverbrow ruled Narnia.

And Silverbrow lived forty years and begat no children: and having reigned seven years, he died. And his brother Bronzebrow ruled Narnia.

And Bronzebrow lived forty years and begat only a daughter, born in midwinter, whom he called Swanwhite: and having reigned seven years, he died.

Now Swanwhite was fifteen years old when she began to reign, and her beauty was so great that any pool into which she gazed held her reflection for a year and a day. And as she grew, the people of Narnia said of her, “Here, at last, is another great ruler from the line of kings.”

On the day she was crowned, a winged horse came before Swanwhite weeping great, horsey tears. It was a lovely summer day, perfectly befitting the beauty of the young queen. Yet the horse wept and spoke the Lion’s words: “Judgement comes like a sledge through snow. O my cold and lonely one, the King’s heart breaks for you.”

The queen laughed and heeded her not. It was a beautiful, gentle day and she did not think herself cold or lonely. She replied, “Be merry, fair friend; today I would have joy in all the land.”

And Swanwhite reigned in joy for a time, but in the sixth year of her reign the White Witch came out of the north at last, and at her command were all the armies of evil creatures that King Stronghilt had assembled. She began her conquest in the far northwest, and when rumors of it reached the queen she laughed and heeded them not.

But in the final days of Swanwhite’s reign over Narnia, the White Witch tore down Queen Rachel’s walls which had stood for seven hundred years around the Tree of Protection. The Tree itself she turned to stone with her wand; and her armies trampled it to pieces.

When word of the Tree’s destruction reached Swanwhite at Cair Paravel, she mustered fifty Narnian warriors and led them to Stone Table Hill, hoping to take the Witch by surprise while she was performing dark rituals there unguarded. In this, Swanwhite failed. The Witch turned her warriors into stone and had the statues carried away; but Swanwhite herself was bound and gagged and the White Witch slew her on the Stone Table.

Swanwhite lived twenty-five years and begat no children: and having reigned nine years, she died. And the White Witch ruled over Narnia.

#ok gang here it is #i can't believe I actually wrote this #but that said i stand by it #i was aiming for narnia in the style of biblical histories hope that translated okay #also had a lot of fun with the names #and a lot of little in-jokes and references to fairytales and mythology #slid a couple of my friends in there (in modified form)#but tried to maintain the spirit of Narnia's world ie i did not take it nearly as dark as the actual biblical passages I'm pulling from #no child sacrifice only one murdered prophet #anyway #there was a really surprising amount of hype for this so lmk what you think #i will post it on ao3 a little later if you'd rather read it there (bc it got loooong)#also lmk if you're at all interested in the timeline and/or the excel spreadsheet 😜#narnia #pontifications and creations #leah stories

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quecksilvereyes · 1 year

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commission me!

ok so we were recently hit with a Vet Bill From Hell (3200 euros and counting), so I am opening commissions for crafting as well as writing.

I charge cost of material plus 10 euros per hour worked for crafting (I do sewing, crocheting and knitting mostly), so something like this

would cost about 40 euros plus material. I'll give you a quote beforehand!

I have done big elaborate blankets before, those take about 3 months of pure working time to complete, which runs their cost well into 5.000+ euros if i charge fairly.

a recent example:

for poetry, which you can find over at @glasswaters I charge between 30 and 50 euros per poem depending on length.

for prose, examples of which you can find on my ao3 here (https://archiveofourown.org/users/Quecksilver_Eyes/pseuds/Quecksilver_Eyes/works , archive locked bc of AI bullshittery, sorry, but you can find everything i write over at @quecksilverwrites ), I charge 10 euros per 500 words. I'm open to any fandom, but if it's one I don't know, I might reject it if I feel like I can't do it justice. I won't do Harry Potter. I do original work as well, so if you have an oc you really want a piece about, hit me up!

#commission #idk how to tag this thing gdhdh #writerblr #commission me #crafting

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glasswaters · 9 months

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I was wondering if you have more poetry you've written about diet culture, fatness, or fatphobia? I found one work of yours but would love to read more of your poetry about those topics if you ever feel the desire to write about that. It's in my queue!

hi! im so glad you like my writing! here's all my poems that deal with eating disorders and diet culture in some ways ^^

https://www.tumblr.com/glasswaters/721589124546658304/for-this-last-day-for-your-pride-and-your

https://www.tumblr.com/glasswaters/707367002554155008/i-wish-i-was-made-of-starlight-and-copper-of

https://www.tumblr.com/glasswaters/699083542081208320/its-funny-isnt-it-that-i-cant-eat-coconut

https://www.tumblr.com/glasswaters/684970133578530816/in-the-summers-the-world-trembles-i-cut-my

https://www.tumblr.com/glasswaters/675556440720670720/grazed-knees

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whats-in-a-sentence · 1 year

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Susan and the two boys were bitterly tired with rowing before they rounded the last headland and began the final pull up Glasswater itself, and Lucy's head ached from the long hours of sun and the glare on the water.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian" - C. S. Lewis

#book quotes #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #c s lewis #pauline baynes #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #lucy pevensie #tired #rowing #headland #headache #sun #glare #water

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raging-violets · 11 months

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Can't have you injuring yourself, now can we?" + issi!

OTP Prompts: Protectiveness | Ask Box

Narnia: Prompt | Excuses, Excuses | Edmund x Issi

Issi Winters looked up from the clotting cuts over bruised and swollen knuckles to the brown eyes of Edmund Pevensie. This wasn’t an unusual sight for her; injuries as small as a scratch from a thorn, as serious as crushed bones, and anything in between could show up at her door. These particular brown eyes, though. That was few and far between.

Narnians, the people of Archeland and Calormen, and many different creatures often used Beruna as a resting place between the territories. Since Lord Miraz’s defeat, Beruna had been growing steadily, flourishing under the Telmarines that decided to stay and start a new life for themselves, rebuilding the city, and looking to start schools and businesses.

After the Telmarines were driven out of the area, Issi had decided to stay in Beruna and open an apothecary; her way of following her dream of becoming a doctor.

“If I didn’t know you any better, Edmund,” she said, grasping his chin to tilt his head back and forth, side to side, as she looked over his split lip, puffy right cheekbone, and gritty bits of dirt and blood that had trickled out of his hairline and down his forehead. Issi gave the king a smile of amusement as she released his face. “I’d reckon you were doing this on purpose.”

Edmund’s eyebrows came towards each other. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I mean,” Issi said, “Lu has her healing cordial—"

“All the way back at Cair Paravel. And Peter told her not to use it,” Edmund said, with a hint of annoyance to his voice, “unless absolutely necessary.” The same kind of annoyance, she assumed, appeared in her voice whenever her mother reminded her, unnecessarily, how getting their rations for the day and getting to work on time was the best place for her. Issi twisted her mouth to the side, watching as Edmund subconsciously shifted on his stool. He then lifted his hand, pressing it into his lower left side.

She had heard the stories of the Pevensies’ first journey in Narnia. Of the severe injury he had sustained at the hands of Jadis. It seemed, despite the healing cordial’s work, he could still feel pain in the location. Or maybe he was just remembering what it had felt like; a lifetime ago in one phase of his life, yet still in recent memory.

“Talks between the Narnians and Calormen broke down, that’s all,” he explained. He sighed through his nose when he noticed her appraising look. “I’m ok.” That’s what he always said. Edmund had never been known to make much of a fuss over himself.

“You’re a right, bloody liar, Edmund Pevensie,” Issi said with a laugh. “You’re exactly like some of the little ones here that always come ‘round the time school starts, talking about feeling crummy, and their head aches them so.”

“Not everybody likes school,” he said with a wry smile.

“And Cair Paravel is out by the coast, past Glasswater,” Issi said, finishing her initial thought. She gathered the front folds of her dress in her hands. Lifting the hem out of the dirt, she brushed past Edmund to reach her wall of vials. She quickly scanned over the array in front of her and grabbed a few off the shelf. Arms laden with a pestle, a bowl, a cup of water she had retrieved from a basin, she carried them back over to her stool. “Yet you came inland to Beruna.” She looked him over again. “I suppose your head does ache.”

“Just a little,” he admitted. “And we needed to stock up on supplies.”

He suddenly looked tired. Still a formal air was still evident in his tone, and his eyes were alert. It was a stark contrast to the king that made his way through town moments before. So sure of himself, shoulders back, eyes alight with the confidence he wanted to spread to those living in Beruna, yet reflecting what he had experienced. He had quickly grown into his role of the king of Narnia over the years.

In his early twenties, he was still a young man, both in his energy and his temperament at times, but he was also one that had a serious side to him. He could lead a strategy meeting in the wake of Peter’s absence, yet he was also one who was known for what little amount of words he’d say. Outside of attempts of formal talks between countries, such as this most recent trip, Edmund had grown to be known as the “strong, silent type.”

He, much like his brother and sisters, had to grow up really quickly. With both the war he and his brothers and sister had been sent away from, and the responsibility of running a country on their own. One situation where he was often told he wasn’t old enough to join adult conversations, the other where he held those conversations and had to think carefully as his words dictated the outcome for others.

It was a nice change to witness. Even if from afar.

“And a break. It was easier going past the River Rush instead of travelling through all the mountains outside of Archenland. One of the centaurs went ahead to give Peter, Susan, and Lu word of our delay; a few came with us as our guard. And Lucy would have my head if I didn’t stop to see you.”

Issi paused slightly in removing the stopper from her vials. She kept her gaze on the task at hand. The Kings and Queens of Narnia were good to their people. They wanted to know how best to help those they served so they travelled to surrounding communities from time to time. Excitement would sweep through the town whenever word of a visit from the Kings and Queens was announced. It was always good to see her friends, they did make it a point to see her when they visited. Still, she couldn’t stop her heart from (annoyingly) fluttering at his words. And what those words could have really meant.

“You can come see me anytime you want, Ed, you don’t have to get hurt to do it.”

She dumped the contents into the bowl before she grabbed her pestle and started crushing the contents, purposefully avoiding his eyes. What a bold statement to make to someone of his high stature. Of everyone in Narnia and the surrounding lands he could look towards, and of all the maidens who have let their interest known to the kings’ and queens’ court, why he would choose a merchant such as herself was beyond her. She found herself in a right state the moment the fact that she actually cared about something like that had hit her.

Edmund made a sound of impatience in the back of his throat.

“I’m sorry, was it or was it not you, whom Peter has said got into fights back home a time or two? Or a few?” Issi asked, lifting her head to give Edmund a challenging look. “Hmm?”

“What else have you heard from Peter?” Edmund asked, meeting her challenging look with his dark eyes. Darker now, due to something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Or she could but didn’t want to say what it was out loud.

“Oh, nothing, just that Lucy is his favorite sister,” Issi said.

Edmund snorted. “Yeah, well, that’s not surprising.”

“Relax, Ed, I’m sure you’re his favorite brother.”

That time he laughed through his nose, a weak smile coming to his face.

“I do have a gift for Lu,” Issi mused, setting down the pestle and bowl to brush her hands over the apron draped over the front of her dress. “Been meaning to bring it ‘round your way. So, it is a good thing you popped by. Otherwise, I might’ve missed you.”

“Now whose saying they’re doing things on purpose?” Edmund asked. “You could always just give me whatever it is for Lucy.”

“I don’t need Her Highness to come all the way out here to shout at me for not visiting,” Issi said with an incredulous laugh. Lucy may be the youngest of the kings and queens, but she was plucky. Get her mad enough and it looked like even her auburn hair was alight with the fire she held inside of her. “And you know she would.”

Edmund hummed in agreement. Then, he lifted his hand and waved it lazily to indicate himself. “So, how bad does it look?”

“I know you’re already itching to get back, maybe even to spar with Peter, but you have to take the time to rest,” Issi warned. “Or else you might make that split even worse than it is right now.” She reached up her hand to brush his dark locs up and away from his forehead. Edmund briefly closed his eyes at the touch before snapping them open again. A mere blink. “I know how you two get when you’re practicing.”

“I guess I have some time to stay for a bit,” he conceded with a sheepish grin. After all, she had fixed up a few bloody noses, shallow cuts, and looked after a concussion or two from both him and Peter while she still lived on their grounds. Neither of the kings liked to lose.

“Lucky me,” Issi said with a smile. “And I want to make sure you don’t have a concussion.” She clicked her tongue much like how her mother did when she was annoyed with her daughter. She busied herself by taking strips of cloth and dunking it into the bowl, making sure the liquid settled in the bowel soaked into the material. “Riding that horse all the way, could’ve done you more damage. Can’t have you hurting yourself, can we?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Edmund grumbled. He looked around the space before looking back at her. “What do you have for Lucy, anyway?”

“A whole tin of marzipan,” Issi explained. “And a couple other sweets. Made fresh from the bakery.”

“Yes, Lu would certainly come here to yell at you should she not have gotten any sweets,” Edmund said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “OUCH!” Edmund violently flinched when Issi pressed a sopping strip of cloth to the back of his hand.

“Keep speaking like that, and my bedside manner will leave a lot to be desired,” Issi said with a smile.

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northrnsky · 2 years

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖊𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖆

this is entirely headcanon based (and in the cases of towns, cities, and most details, really my own lore), but it shouldn't contradict any canon. using these geographical locations is not obligatory in our threads (especially for other narnia muses!), but it's a helpful guide if i refer to locations. [ map ]

Ruled by the Pevensies under High King Peter, Narnia is still recovering from the Hundred Year Winter under the rule of Jadis the White Witch. Mostly heavily forested, Narnia has rolling hills rising to low mountains in the South, with Marshlands in the North, the Eastern Ocean to the East, and high, impassable mountains leading to the Western Wilds to the West. Its climate is mild and it is crossed by the Great Narnian River, with its capital, Cair Paravel, situated on an island in its delta. The Great Waterfall dominates Narnia's Western mountains, dropping into the Cauldron Pool, while the Lantern Wastes are the only part of Narnia still claimed by winter. In the Western Wilds Narnian law holds little sway, and the mountain passes are inhabited by bandits, oreads, and the remains of the White Witch's army. Key towns in Narnia include Owlwood, Beruna, Glasswater Creek, and Rockbridge. The Pevensies have their winter castle at Beruna, and locate there when the storms and winds at Cair Paravel become too strong.

The huge Bight of Calormen is currently ruled by King Neptune as the leader of the Merpeople. Fiercely independant warriors, the Merpeople have recently rejoined Narnian rule after a century of secession, but they merely pay tribute to High King Peter and are not otherwise ruled by him. Deep in the sapphire blue waters off the Narnian coast the Merpeople have their own cities, though few mortals have ever beheld them.

Located in the Eastern Ocean, the Seven Isles and the Lone Islands are part of Narnia, ruled by a Duke and a Governer respectively. The Seven Isles have a small population mostly concentrated on the islands of Mull and Brenn, with its capital, Redhaven, a centre of chivalry in Narnia, known for its tournaments. In contrast, the Lone Islands, far from the reach of Cair Paravel, has begun to give in to corruption. Rumours have reached the Pevensies of a thriving slave trade that has sprung up in its capital of Narrowhaven.

Ettinsmoor and the giants who inhabit her high mountains and frozen lakes, the Ettins, have long been considered Narnia's hereditary enemy. Though called unintelligent and brutish by Old Narnians, in actual fact the Ettins dwell in great stone and ice citadels, worshipping the Old Gods and keeping their old traditions that have existed long before the founding of Narnia. After the defeat of Jadis, they are weighing their chances of expanding Southwards into the Narnian Marches. The Ettins are regarded as strangers in Narnia and view the Narnians with contempt. Key cities in Ettinsmoor include Scornsmoor, Medger, and Spineswood.

#( ft. headcanon )#( ft. narnia )

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ambiguouspuzuma · 1 year

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I know I burden you with many a short story, but do my followers have recommendations for any other blogs who regularly post such tiny tales?

I have @seat-safety-switch, who might as well be a Tumblr cryptid as they somehow contrive to publish a new car-based story every day, which I note they have been doing for years, toiling away despite having barely any readers to begin with and organically building up a large audience, which is frankly awe-inspiring and a little frightening (especially coming from an Untitled blog that otherwise seems not to interact, perhaps because they have no other time).

I have @mapsofthelost, who posts some great creepypasta horrors about liminal spaces and lost places, currently on a roughly weekly basis (also extremely impressive), from another author who embraces the theme of the blog and preserves its atmosphere beyond the silent guise of the Cartographer.

I have @glasswaters who shares poetry and beautifully poetic short prose stories which are always tender and visceral and beyond my gift to describe with my own clumsy words. I would say the frequency is roughly one per week: sometimes a little less, sometimes a little more, depending on how the muses come and go.

I have @thestuffedalligator, who writes a number of colourful fantasy stories and fun subversions per month (tag here) together with more general blogging and delighting in other examples of the genre.

Then of course there is little old me, with a bit of speculative fiction every few days in my tag here. Other than that, I'm not sure how many people I know who do something similar - although it's past 1am here and I'm listing from the top of my head, so I'm really sorry if I've forgotten anyone.

To clarify, I'm only talking original fiction (not fanfic or responses to prompts), self-contained stories or pieces (not excerpts from a larger WIP), and at least a couple per month, rather than just every now and again.

Do you have any good recommendations?

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lastconcourse · 2 years

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Blunder Plus, MegaWinter

Anabolic stage scene

Regiondirect→ center stage:

The scene is a living room at 2:00 on Christmas morning. The set is a middle class living room with new cream carpet and clean white furnishings. Regionreaders see a standing height view of a decorated tree on the left, under it, some presents in boxes, some on a table, and some on the large couch. Decorative looking columns separate the living room from a kitchen at left (stage right). A blizzard is making motion and sound in the trees outside. The camer’eye drops vertically until the view is on the floor, the entire room now feels like a canyon with small sized objects like sockets and chair legs dwarfing the regionreader’s perspective.

Now the room is unusually dark. The color fades back and forth from black and white to full color. Reflections of Christmas lights on the gloss surface of hung ornaments look like distant radio towers flashing. Green + blue glow is bouncing to a haze on the window over quick snowfall and increased wind outside.

(Rectangular present boxes, white carpet, sectional couch, brown end table, fireplace mantle clock, Christmas tree, ornaments with names, a snowmask sunrise, a window into a backyard with birdfeeders and snowy branches + perched cardinals, a cellphone charger plugged in, many baubles, a glass light dome on the ceiling, a vacuum cleaner parked in the corner, a reading lamp by a lounge chair)

Snowy tree branches violently blown by the wind slam into the window,

A fast burst of downfalling snow with glass,

Onto rainwet carpet, ten twigs now drop,

Three round green baubles tumble off branch-steps,

and enter the glasswater clump. Quick→smash glop.

shatterbreak tone.

A whole branch from outside enters the second window, breaks in two, and an asteroid made of doorhinges enters from stage right on a wide orbit and crashes into the middle of the room. Thousand hinges spill. The two tree branch pieces break into four, and two silver hinges crawl up like bugs and join them as knees: this makes the branches into the legs.

Blizzard wind throttles the living room. Where are the homeowners? One of the giftboxes is crushed by a grandfather clock, cardboard and wrapping paper blow around, ripping up, floating, now damp and mixed with dust of clockglass. Paper scraps and torn ribbon strands coalesce under wind force in the corner and are glued together when a huge pair of hands squeezes a glue bottle into the mess from above the stage. A 4wd bulldozer made out of a leather suitcase and a dustpan pushes the paperboard slurry inside a steel basin. Now the basin drains down an open duct from stage left to stage right and fills up a double-sided mould where the paperglassglue slurry dries in the shape of two arms; and this makes the arms.

and the arms are raised out of the mould and are lifted into the air by a gantry in the night sky while the Christmas tree tips over and explodes→ out→orange flame. Same time, a long tubular birdfeeder is blown through the window and starts rolling around on its side like a rolling pin: Tossing around windust.

The back wall collapses→and the backdrop is now a moving projection of a hospital corridor with square telemetry terminals and a tall IV drip pole.

A stack of nineteen giftcards tied up and laid down sideways grows flanged wheels and drives from stage right on a railroad to stage left like a boxcar. All of the cards are addressed to one person but their name is misspelled a different way on each one. It crashes into an open mailbox which closes its door, raises its flag, and shrinks into darkness.

Mantle clock from the brick hearthjamb meets tire mud

Hands against its face brusquely bent and halted

Bulldozer pushes the mud-cloaked brass left.

Phone charger cable spunsweept: coil-whip; flies→

airborne→ a white corkscrew, serpent-tornado

Stage middle,

tall white tail+ small green tree pins sucked, spun.

White soft rug scraped off the floor by the rampage

of a jealous vacuum cleaner turned hate-fiend.

The white soft rug retreats in waves like slime mold

while marble + bricks from the hearth fall on it.

A silver shower basket rolls into the middle of the stage on four thick-tired wheels.

A helicopter with a robotic hand wearing a blue surgical glove flies up to the ceiling light and reaches for the dome→

The ceiling light dome is unscrewed, taken down, and epoxied to the silver shower basket to create a skull, this is the skull.

A volleyball falls from the ceiling and is popped by a gliderdart. The limp corpse of the volleyball is stitched to the domebasket to cover it up as skin and scalp.

The vacuum cleaner drives around on its own at stage left and is picked up by a gantry. Big robotic hands wearing blue gloves wield surgical instruments and a rusty toolbox and now move in from right and left. The vacuum gets doorknob joints implanted on four points to create a torso, this is the torso.

Branches from the tree that fell through the wall roll and snap on the ground like alligators, and are then carved into legs by mobile sculptorsaws: These are the wooden legs.

A bunch of shards of glass from the broken ornaments and window are crushed, melted, blown and pulled long to reshape them into two arms, these are the arms.

The two arms are duplicated. One pair of arms is attached to the body of the grandfather clock, with one arm emerging from where the face was and the other from the pendulum chasm. The other two arms are jointed to the top of the ornamental end table. Each arm gets a doorknob for a shoulder joint. These parts together make a tall humanoid and a short one. These armbeings walk to the center of the stage (now an arena) and precede to box each other, armwrestle, and then finally fence with foils.

The Christmas tree is now burned and snowed over, snow melting under flames reigniting then going out→ in sync with a flame elsewhere lit under the burning plastic branches to bloom.

This whole horizontal mess looks like a flashing matrix of LED lights going red, then down to orange, then almost dead dim, then orange and red again. It’s angry fire though. Eventually the most of the tree is burned, wet, soot. Three small tornadoes of soot spin at the border.

Sparse green in slopslurry char-ash: Burnt stand→ Within burned, wet soot:

Melted cable

White, awful wire: Shock from spark to socket

Went left to right and burned the drywall

And a tall gardening cart slides from stage left to right←on a monorail track, then reaches out a reticulated lamp post limb which ends with a dustpan, and now starts scooping the plastitreesoot. Now a sapient bottle of soap goes stage right to left→ and dumps a stream of soap that pours long and forms out to the shape of a human hand. The soaphand starts attempting to clean the ashes and melted plastic off the carpet, but the burnt goop is too fused with the cream grid of fibers for any success.

The hospital scene backdrop shows a sobbing nurse.

Regiondirect→ In kitchen stage left

Napkins launch into the air as fabric rocket planes and land gently as migrating butterflies. The butterflies eat minerals off of metal pieces of ornaments and shiny glass. Napkin rings fall from thirty feet in the air and clack on the exposed concrete where the carpet has retreated in fear.

The sets of arms now throw down their foils and beat each other to death

The storm cloud is a heavy tarp with thousands of pores, suspended on a horizontal zigzag lattice boom, coruscating center to edge through colors of black purple and gray:

Like winterain bioluminescence

along this airborne trespasser who makes everything wet.

The wind is a network of hateful drum fans suspended on flat helium balloons, puffeting angrily at the old pictures on the walls in the attacked house: Wind, stormcloud’s sidekick.

Regiondirect:

On the stage right walls→

Family portraits in frames are blown down and fall into intelligent blenders hidden under the carpet around the floor at stage left. The blenders grind up the pictures.

Next to ramps underneath the blender blades, trapdoors open upwards. Long linkages located outside the blenders then pull back the blade+blademotors, sideways, and out of the tank; and the contents of blended portrait scraps fall down the ramps, and into a running waterfall + creek that then ends on a conveyor. Now this wet slurry of destroyed image is carried up→the elevator to a hanging lattice structure on the ceiling at stage middle where the wet mess is funneled down a traffic cone into a pair of moulds hung above candleheaters where the heat dries it, and turns it into arms, legs, and a head: Body out of the drying filth.

The sectional couch bends on a joint in the middle, the sectional couch bends in half like a giant pair of calipers, and it has six thick tractor wheels, the offroad sectionalcouch drives to stage left from the right side of the collapsing living room, where it gets rained on with wall dust and ash and hail, to the center where it grasps the remaining Christmas presents+burnt tree and bites into→the boxes with twelve spears made out of firepokers that emerge from under the cushions.

Two gloved mechanical hands and a gantry pick up the Sixwheeler couch, remove two wheels→ saving four as shoulder and leg joints, cover it in plaster + electrical tape, and set this up vertically as a torso. Leftover brass from the smashed clocks is now melted in with iron from the Christmas tree base and now mixed with glass from everywhere and poured into a head-shaped mould→ This makes a skull.

head of moltengloss-brass staked→on plastered cushion shoulders+chest

A cardiogram is heard flatlining mixed with an ambulance siren mixed with a low note from a pipe organ mixed with the song of a mourning dove.

Regiondirect:

The ceiling and rear walls implode and bury the set, then the stage floor opens up and the calamity is sucked down through water→ the whole stage is built on top of a garbage disposal and sink.

A curtain (like the ones in hospital rooms) falls.

#writing #script

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