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looks like I'll be moving this lil griefcase of a world to my main blog @flameanhoe and deleting this one (I'll repost some of my stuff there)

I'm a freak for organizing stuff so I get frustrated when I don't know whether I should reblog something to my main or to my (this) fandom blog

my interests all consist of fantasy lil worlds anyway so

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more drawings of jadis ❄️

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Putting these in a separate pos since ask format seems less appealing for people.

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my piece for valentine's day~!! forgot to post it here hehe ♡ here's caspian-edmund crumbs lol

been going back through my narnia phase lately and just found out this ship existed haha

+ the tiktok edits convinced me :))

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It looks like Bilbo's old friend Thranduil made it to his 111th birthday party! And he brought a homemade pie! 🥰

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My favourite LotR Headcanon is that elves have no concept of gender when it comes to clothing/appearance, and most elven names can be both male and female

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I'm normal about thorin oakensheild

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lucy 🪻🤲

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giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair while being 3 hours into peter pevensie edits

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my friend @chillyfeetsteak gave me a small Samwise Gamgee figurine which I forgot about until I found him on my pocket during a camping trip……

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I was apprehensive to eat mushrooms at someone's house yesterday, as I'd never tried them, but I said, "For Frodo," and it's strange how much difference that made.

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Do you think Boromir tried to protect Faramir from their father’s wrath when they were kids? Do you think when Faramir scraped his knee Boromir tried to make him laugh to distract him because he knew their father would come to chastise Faramir for weakness?

Do you think the golden boy of Gondor had to grow up too fast because his father didn’t know how to treat him like a child?

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Random thoughts on modern pevensie family

Today's issue: Taylor Swift

(sorry for my bad english. it's not my first lenguage and is hard)

Susan is a swiftie

She loves her but their siblings not so much

Peter wouldn't care

And Lucy probably sing her songs sometimes because Susan plays them all the time

But Edmund is a hater

I think he's was the kind of guy who just talk bad about taylor to annoy his sister

Before lww of course

When they get crowded susan admits to mrs beaver once that she kinda miss taylor

She is always quoting songs and the narnians eventually ended up covering at balls

Narnians don't exactly understand what a celebrity is so they think that Taylor is probably an important lady in spare oom

And that's how they called her Lady Taylor

The siblings find this hilarious and it's like an inside joke between them where they also start to quote taylor swifts songs like it was the Bible

"who is lady taylor" ask one young faun once

"she is a very important figure for the kings and queens" answer their mother "she is the mentor of queen Susan"

When they come back to England the lady taylor joke stays tho

I can see one them having a bad day and then the other being like "well as lady taylor says you got to shake it off"

Eventually they all ended up being big fans of her

And that's really funny for their mother, specially in edmund's case

"Didn't you hate that girl?"

"idk what you talking about. anti hero is about me"

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Narnia theories: #2

During Jadis conquest of Narnia, the few humans who survived went to Archenland and Calormen. And because Jadis banned trade and communication with the rest of the countries, the Narnians began to forget that humans were real.

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absolutely love the pevensies as characters because each one of them means something different to the other (can honestly be another post on its own) but peter and susan as the eldest of them is rife with material.

how susan, in the span of a few years, went from protected to protector. how the burdens kept piling and piling onto peter since they stepped onto the train that would take them to the countryside. how susan wanted to help, but being a child herself, didn't know the best way how. and so peter kept trudging on alone until they fell through the wardrobe.

how they were thrust into a new world that expected children to be kings and queens in addition to brothers and sisters. how the fate of an entire people now rested on peter's (their) shoulders. how they failed to protect edmund, and susan, still a child, blames peter for it. she sees the broken look on his face and almost regrets speaking at all, but her pride won't let her. and she drags her foolish pride along with her in the snow, piling onto peter's burden--if he won't share it with her, then let him feel the weight of it.

how the wolf's legs snapped at her ankles, just out of reach. how peter was the first one that came rushing with blade in hand, eyes alight with determination; peter would not fail his siblings again, even if it meant his innocence. susan forgot her pride and fell onto soft green grass, fell into peter's arms, crying, knowing that there were more lives to take if it meant saving them all.

all this time, susan would speak louder than everyone else to be heard. but after the coronation, she knew she had to the say right words, instead.

peter was looking over the balcony of the throne room, a small reprieve from the festivities inside. the sun sank lower and lower, painting the clear sky with oranges and pinks. peter had never looked so old.

"hullo, susan," he said thoughtlessly when he saw her, turning back to gaze at the sunset. "i'll be right there with you."

"no, it's not that." she stepped up to lean against the railing next to him. "you can rest, you know. it's our party, anyway."

"just because we're wearing the crowns doesn't mean the work is done," peter sighs.

"'we,' peter," susan reminds gently. "we're wearing the crowns. not just you." peter opens his mouth to protest, but susan lays a hand on his arm. "let me help you."

shaking his head, he covers her hand with his own. "all this ugliness and bloodshed--in england and in narnia. you don't remember, su. before edmund, before lucy... there was you." his hand squeezed hers slightly. "you're mine to protect, too."

susan doesn't ever remember a time when peter was a child. "i know. and that's why i know you better than edmund and lucy. you don't need to be perfect peter around me."

peter smiles. "i can always count on you to pick out my flaws." they laugh. it feels like the first time they ever truly have. "thank you, susan. i'll keep that in mind."

she tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. "you may be high king, but you're my brother first."

"i know."

with one last smile, susan slips back into the throne room, making peter's excuses when mr. tumnus ambles over looking for him.

peter looks over the horizon again. the sun has disappeared, but its warmth still lingers.

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Photos from the West End production of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. There are actual tears in my eyes.