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[wishfulimaginings]

In this time of toxicity from the Acotar fandom, I give you a palette cleanser. Here's some beautiful manorian art by some insanely talented artists (links to their Instagram post below the pics)

Art by @snowarox ,Instagram post here

The way they're holding on so tightly makes me 😭

{- Had to remove the second photo , but do go check it out here on tumblr -}

And this hot piece from that scene by @spearthymint on instagram here

[the-jules-world]

thoughts on the Pevensies returning home

Peter Pevensie was a strange boy. His mind is too old for his body, too quick, too sharp for a boy. He walks with a presence expected of a king or a royal, with blue eyes that darken like storms. He holds anger and a distance seen in veterans, his hand moving to his hip for a scabbard that isn't there - knuckles white. He moves like a warless soldier, an unexplained limp throwing his balance. He writes in an intricate scrawl unseen before the war, his letters curving in a foreign way untaught in his education. Peter returned a stranger from the war, silent, removed, an island onto himself with a burden too heavy for a child to bear.

Only in the aftermath of a fight do his eyes shine; nose burst, blood dripping, smudged across his cheek, knuckles bruised, and hands shaking; he's alive. He rises from the floor, knighted, his eyes searching for his sisters in the crowd. His brother doesn't leave his side. They move as one, the Pevensies, in a way their peers can't comprehend as they watch all four fall naturally in line.

But Peter is quiet, studious, and knowledgeable, seen only by his teachers as they read pages and pages of analytical political study and wonderful fictional tales. "The Pevensie boy will go far," they say, not knowing he already has.

His mother doesn't recognize him after the war. She watches distrustfully from a corner. She sobs at night, listening to her son's screams, knowing nothing she can do will ease their pain. Helen ran on the first night, throwing Peter's door open to find her children by his bedside - her eldest thrashing uncontrollably off the mattress with a sheen of sweat across his skin. Susan sings a mellow tune in a language Helen doesn't know, a hymn, that brings Peter back to them. He looks to Edmund for something and finds comfort in his eyes, a shared knowing. Her sons, who couldn't agree on the simplest of discussions, fall in line. But Peter sleeps with a knife under his cushion. She found out the hard way, reaching for him during one of his nightmares only to find herself pinned against the wall - a wild look in Peter's eye before he staggered back and dropped the knife.

Edmund throws himself into books, taking Lucy with him. They sit for hours in the library in harmony, not saying a word. His balance is thrown too, his mind searching for a limp that he doesn't have, missing the weight of his scabbard at his side. He joins the fencing club and takes Peter with him. They fence like no one else; without a worthy adversary, the boys take to each other with a wildness in their grins and a skillset unforeseen in beginner fencers. Their rapiers are an exertion of their bodies, as natural as shaking hands, and for the briefest time, they seem at peace. He shrinks away from the snow when it comes, thrust into the darkest places of his mind, unwilling to leave the house. He sits by the chessboard for hours, enveloped in his studies until stirred.

Susan turns silent, her mind somewhere far as she holds her book. Her hands twitch too, a wince when the door slams, her hand flying to her back where her quiver isn't. She hums a sad melody that no one can place, mourning something no one can find. She takes up archery again when she can bear a bow in her hands without crying, her callous-less palms unfamiliar to her, her mind trapped behind the wall of adolescence. She loses her friends to girlishness and youth, unable to go back to what she was. Eventually, she loses Narnia too. It's easier, she tells herself, to grow up and move on and return to what is. But her mourning doesn't leave her; she just forgets.

Lucy remains bright, carrying a happier song than her sister. She dances endlessly, her bare feet in the grass, and sings the most beautiful songs that make the flowers grow and the sun glisten. Though she has grown too, shed her childhood with the end of the war. She stands around the table with her sister, watching, brow furrowed as her brothers play chess. She comments and predicts, and makes suggestions that they take. She reads, curled into Edmund's side as his high voice lulls her to sleep with tales of Arthurian legends. She swims, her form wild and graceful as she vanishes into the water. They can't figure out how she does it - a girl so small holding her breath for so long. She cries into her sister, weeping at the loss of her friends, her too-small hands too clumsy for her will.

"I don't know our children anymore," Helen writes to her husband, overcome by grief as she realizes her children haven't grown up but away into a place she cannot follow.

[succulentsiren]

The Witch Archetype

Learn to embody the Witch Archetype here

The Witch Archetype is the most widely misunderstood one. The fear mongering that surrounds the Witch Archetype stems from patriarchy and the negative connotation that Witches invoke evil spirits or demonic forces to gain power. This superstition is untrue.

The power that Witches pull from, comes from their willpower deep within.

The Witch Archetype is a woman that is highly intelligent both emotionally and rationally. She can easily see beyond illusions and tap right into the core of any situation.

When it comes to success, she doesn't like to reveal any of her techniques and when asked, she'll just smile and say, "It was in God's will." In actuality, she had it all planned out from the beginning.

Examples in Media: Beyoncè, Morticia Addams, Lana del Rey

The Siren Archetype is represented by the tarot cards, the Queen of Swords and the High Priestess.

If this is your archetype, you embody divinity and use your magical abilities to manifest wonders.

Spirituality and solitude are a priority for you. You are very connected to your inner core and have heightened psychic abilities such as, foretelling, divination, clairvoyance, clairsentience or clairaudience. You can usually read others like a book and your energy can influence any room without you having to say or do much. Your self-protective shield is high and if someone wants to get close to you, they'd have to put in effort and be patient. You enjoy using herbs, medicine, mantras, crystals, tarot cards, affirmations, music and other tools of divination to stay grounded and peaceful.

Take the quiz

The Dark Feminine Archetypes

[narniansteel]

Susan loved Narnia so much that she chose to forget it, because that hurt less.

[thesilliestofgals]

This expression Raven made in Thronecoming will always make me want to go 🙁 for her

[pr1ncessk1tty]

🍒

[bi-dykes]

Prophesied to be evil but is actually a cutie patootie

[cateyesinlove]

MY Narnia hyper fixation coming back in 2024 the year of our lord and Savior Aslan- Jesus Christ? Yes, very likely.

This is just a small what if mixed with AU prince Caspain movie

Narnia; What if Peter had a Spouse

Gn significant other for Peter

I am an enthusiast of angst so I cannot help to think about how many lovers Lucy and Edmund probably left behind in Narnia( I usually imagine Lucy being pan and poly and Edmund being bi since I mean we all saw the movies 😏 bombastic side eye!) what if Susan had been engaged to a good man who cared for her and it was a good alliance, someone she saw herself loving some day and of course if Peter had been married.

It was a normal day in Cair Paravel when the Siblings never came back from their hunt. Peters's spouse was hosting the weekly tea with their sibling's partners when a frantic fawn ran into the room to inform them that the kings and queens had disappeared

how Peter's spouse was the person everyone else went to when the Pevensies didn't show up after a week, and how they were now in charge of Narnia since they were now King/ Queen Regent.

How they have to deal with the distraught significant others of the Pevensies and have to watch Lucy's girlfriend/s searching high and low, sky and sea's for her but never finding anything until they give up in the one year anniversary of their disappearance.

Edmunds significant other shutting themselves, starting to miss the weekly tea and lunch peters has been holding for years now and then just stop coming over to the palace at all and avoiding everyone until they aren’t heard of again.

And the worst of it all dealing with the fallout of Susan’s engagement.

A man whom everyone learned to care for and came to see as a friend turned cruel and unreasonable, demanding Peter’s spouse marry him in retribution so his kingdom would continue its alliance with Narnia.

Peters's spouse is so overwhelmed not able to decide if they should accept or not, On one hand, they still hold hope their spouse and siblings would come back but on the other, they were the only protector left of Narnia which meant they had to do everything in their power to protect their subject and do what was best for the kingdom. Finally, Oreius is the one to hold a meeting with everyone close to the Royal family to talk to Peter's spouse and make them see Peter nor Susan would expect them to marry, and neither did any of the Narnians who loved their ruler, the one who stayed and has been taking care of them.

They finally reach a decision to reject the marriage proposal and offer instead a trading alliance between the kingdoms. It's accepted but no one ever sees Susan's ex-betroth in Cair Paravel again.

Later that same year Peter's spouse receives a visit from none other than Aslan himself. They are sitting on the beach having what they remember Edmund calling an existential crisis, their guards are away at a respectable distance when they feel someone sitting next to them and when they look there he is, in all his glory- Aslan.

The lion sits and listens to the current ruler of Narnia cry their heart out offering a small nudge hoping to give some comfort. Once they have calmed down Aslan lays down next to them and observes the sunset, and as the sun hits the water on the horizon he finally speaks.

" They are destined to come back," he says and turns to look at them.

Peter's spouse looks up at Aslan, " What?"

" As you heard my child," he replies eyes never leaving the horizon, " The kings and Queens are destined to be back but," he stops turning his head, and looks them in the eyes. " not for years and years to come"

"I'll be gone by then," they say knowing what Aslan hinted at.

" And they will be lost," he says, " confused and scared."

" Is there a way I can..." they speak, not really understanding what they are asking but knowing in their heart, that they are asking for a second chance.

" There is," Aslan said, hesitation in their tone," but it will cost you greatly. "

They waited for more still looking at Aslan.

The lion sighed, " If you wish to wait for them, I can help with that but you would leave Narnia without a ruler. I could freeze your body and send you into a deep sleep only to be awakened when the rightful rulers of Narnia are back."

It dawns on them for a moment before accepting.

They make preparations and a council is placed in line for when the spell is to take place. They say their goodbyes to everyone, their family and friends, and their most loyal guards, a small order is formed that will take care of them in their slumber; The order of the Firebird.

They lay down in a bed full of their favorite flowers and all their friends are their surround them, Aslan walks in and whispers something to them and then gently blows in their face and they are swept into a dreamland.

Years pass and wars happen, by the time of Prince Caspian thousands of years have passed, and many orders of the Firebird have come and gone but always to come back loyal to their ruler and cause.

It's a calm morning in spring when a gasp is heard from the bed where the enchanting Ruler of old Narnia resides. They sit up in the bed and gasp for air as they hold their throat.

It's time, they look around their room confused since this looked nothing like their chambers in Cair Paraval,

 as they tried to stand up their knees give in and they crashed to the floor thats when some guards came running in, guards that looked nothing like their friends who they last saw. 

“ Your Majesty!” they all exclaimed rushing to their side and helping them up. 

“Thank you” They thanked the guards softly as they hold on to them, feeling their body so when suddenly their was a paused in the air, the unspoken fact, they were back- Peter was back. The guards looked expectenly at them waiting for an other or something. They shoved their hands into the pocket in their outfit taking out a golden firefly that immediately glowed and shot into the sky waiting for the party to follow it. 

“Lets find our Kings and Queens” they spoke with a huge smile.

In a hurry the guards prepared horses and cavalry to escort them and find the Kings and Queens, ridding in a centaur who claimed to be a descendant of  Oreius,  they learn that it had been years- thousands actually, they were currently at war and that most of the hope had been lost, the order of the Firebirds and the rebellion were the last of what remained of old Narnia. 

The firefly finally arrived at the destination from the back of Andreas- the centaur who kindly offer to let them ride in their back- they could see a bunch of Narnian’s and… humans, humans who looked exactly like their husband and siblings, a human who was holding Peters sword, a human with the same golden hair that they had run their fingers through every night. 

It was him, their husband, their king, it was..

“PETER!” They shouted jumping out of the centaurs back and landing in the ground not caring about falling or tripping, their only goal to reach their husband. Peter turns around not caring about the man infront of him and runs in their direction. 

Their small guard follows them swiftly, banners and swords drawn surrounding the stranger who has their sword drawn on their King, protecting them. 

Peter reaches them first and hugs them arms around their shoulders, heart beating threatening to burst out of his chest and gripping into the material of their cloths. 

“ You are here,” They whisper and sobs. 

Peter is in tears and tightens the grip on them. “ So are you.” 

They separate from the hug and they caresse Peters's face, tears running down their faces matching Peters. “ You look just like the day we met,” They say softly and chuckle a bit. 

Peter sobs and nuzzles into their palm, “ And you look just like the day I lost you.”

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here it is everyone! hope you enjoyed it! it's a small thing that has been in my mind since I was literally a child. I might develop the idea more but it would be with an actual character but I wanted to put it out to the world first as something anyone can see themselves or their character in!

[class-of-classic-blog]

Evil Queen: I think that I might have some mild trauma.

Candy Witch: you THINK?!?

Dark Fairy: MIGHT have?!?

Wolf: MILD?!?

[lunareclipsa1026]

Part 1

I was bored, so was playing around with Gacha Life 2 & reading some TWST x EAH fics, then this occured to me to make something

It's been a while since I posted something about sayuriconer's AU.

Here are the EAH characters in NRC uniforms with the color of their assigned dorm in Gacha Life 2 from @sayuricorner TWST x EAH AU

I would do the dorm uniforms but, I got lazy and thought doing the school uniforms would be simpler, I'll probably make them in their dorm uniforms some day (I still have their codes in my notes).

There are more, but that will be in different parts

Anyways-

Pomefiore:

Raven Queen

Poppy O'Hair

C.A. Cupid

Cedar Wood

Rosabella Beauty

Octavinelle:

Coral Witch

(since we have no official design of what Coral looks like, I made my own design based on some of the fan art I see & add some of my own touches)

Holly O'Hair

Scarabia:

Blondie Lockes

Ashlynn Ella

Hunter Huntsman

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More to come soon

[baelaria]

Coming back from Narnia pt. 1 Peter

After getting back, the Pevensies feel out of place, wrong. Merely seconds ago they were kings and queens of Narnia, Susan and Peter almost reaching thirty years of age; and now they are thrown into reality, into young bodies who have barely grasped the concept of life.

When they get back to London and their family house Helen ( their mum ) is thrown off by their behavior. What on earth happened to her kids that might have changed them in such a wast introspective?

Her kids, that she thought she knew so well, are now completely different people. From the affection they all show her to the new intellectual level her children have reached. It all seems surreal, almost impossible.

And one of the most off-putting things she realizes, in matter of time of course, is that all her children have a fond respect of their oldest brother, Peter. And for Helen, this might’ve been even more off-putting, is that he not only likes it but demands it.

When his father first gets back from war, for a few weeks it seems House Pevensie has been thrown into the front lines of a new found war. There is a certain kind of tension you can usually feel before an explosion, and boy does it scare the family.

Peter and his father don’t fight, but you can certainly feel there’s something in the air that tastes only too well like gunpowder. Peter does not really accept at first that he actually isn’t the head of the family, and his father notices right away.

At first it’s benevolent glances and kind smiles, kissing the top of his head before standing up to go fetch the newspaper in the morning. His father loves him, of course, but like this he is also reminding Peter that at the end of the day he is merely a thirteen year old boy with too deep eyes and a feeling of asserting dominance.

But then one day Peter makes a silly comment, mumbling under his breath about how he can’t keep the children in line, and his father is looking at him, deep in his rage, and finds a knowing look, almost mocking, from his oldest.

He’s smacking his fists on the table, pointing to Peter’s room without a word, white rage in his eyes. The others say nothing.

And in that moment a hurtful realization hits Peter. His father doesn’t respect him like he wants to because Peter is not High King anymore, he’s not an adult. In his father’s eyes he’s just an impertinent child who needs a scolding.

And so he leaves it, doesn’t demand constant respect anymore, even though it gnaws away at his own persona. He feels like leaving the role of High King behind him is like leaving Narnia behind him, like a past life. And he’s not completely ready to just do that.

So he asserts his dominance ( almost like an animal, like a lion ) in school. He makes everyone clear that his siblings are not to touch or disrespect. Especially his sisters.

Once in the first weeks of school a stupid fool thought to make a move on Susan, calling her pretty, dashing, extraordinary. But slowly, very slowly, his hand on her upper hip moved lower and lower, and slowly, very slowly, Susan began to feel uncomfortable.

Of course she could’ve hit him. She was a queen, after all. Nobody could touch her without her consent, especially in places that made her feel uncomfortable.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she already saw a golden mane shining in the morning sunlight, directly pointing at her and the silly boy. She saw two big strong hands placing themselves on the shoulders of the boy with an immense force, and a moment after the boy was on the floor, spitting out grass and dirt.

Peter looked at the boy fuming with rage, and wanted to hit again, but was met with Susan’s reassuring hands on his chest, stopping him from hitting the boy properly. At the end Susan was called the Gentle for a reason.

But after that curious episode, no one dared to touch Susan again. A few bullies tried to properly beat Peter once in a while, but after nearly six months, Peter was unreachable.

And so his respect was also earned in school, after time also by teachers.

But at home, his father was the head of the family. And it was almost too bitter to be reminded that. From High King to respectful son.

[popnovelspn]

The Cruel Prince is a story of two people who feel like their worlds are against them, realising they are exactly what their world needs.

But they only need each other.

[divinewomenart]

there will be hard work ahead, but the oracle sees you coming out victorious 🔮

[narnianskys]

The skills of a King or Queen

They had to rebuild a kingdom. In the aftermath of the war with the white witch the newly crowned Pevensies had a daunting task. Narnia was in shambles after the 100 year winter. With the help of many older Narnians they learn skills and helped their people. 

Peter learned the crafts. He was taught wood carving from the fawns and black smiting from the dwarves'. He worked with his hands to create things. To mold tools and weapons to help and defend his people. He would often forge swords for his allies as a sign of trust and comradery. 

Susan quickly took to the art of the hunt. Her skilled marksman ship added her well as she became an expert tracker. She learned trapping and enjoyed the solitude and peace the chase would provide. it was said she was so nimble of foot that even if she walked right behind you, not even the crunch of a leave would catch your attention. 

Edmond had a rudimentary knowledge of cooking from his mother both nothing comprehensive. He set his sights on learning the Narnian dishes that his people loved to dearly. As he did he learned to butcher and create serval herbal remedies. He excelled and it became quite the honor to have the young King hand craft meals for visitors in Care Parevel.

Lucy spent her time out doors in the gardens and fields. She loved to learn about each crop and tended to them with her hands and her heart. It wasn't uncommon for visitors when bowing to the young ruler to see her dust covered skirts and the dirt embedded in her nails. 

They worked together, forging a brighter future for their people. Nothing was easy after the war but in time Narnia thrived.

[shadowqueenjude]

I'm an elucien truther but just imagine for a second: High King and Queen Lucien and Nesta. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵