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“The director of the first film, Andrew Adamson, was very focused on preserving real emotion, on seeing things for the first time, and having, like, a real sense of wonder.“
“So he didn’t actually show me the set of Narnia where the lamppost is until we shot it. I was blindfolded and guided into my place, and he told me to just walk around, that the camera would follow me.”
“And so I turned around and I saw it for the first time. It was in a studio but it was ri-dic-ul-ous-ly real. I couldn’t get my head around it. And so what you see is my real reaction to everything. It was incredible.”
Source
As opposed to hundreds of years later... when you're younger.
How I look at my S/O after I shift
(I am going to take their ability to speak)
Don’t worry, he’ll catch you when you fall.
Meet Omondi
Full name: Omondi Chibudem Akpan
Nickname(s): Omo, Chibudem/Chibu*, Akpan* Odi
*Also used by Aslan
Age: 116
Powers: Pyrokinesis+ specialty, Aerokinesis+ specialty, Shapeshifting, Flight
Character Description: Omondi is the younger and more energetic of the Guardians, with mocha brown skin and jet black twists decorated with golden beads. Filled with a passionate fire (literally!) and a head that, in one way or another, is always in the clouds, he is the life of the party wherever he goes. But don't let his cheery demeanor fool you! He is always ready to fight at the drop of a hat for what is right.
Name Meaning:
Omondi: 'Born in the Early Morning'
Chibudem: 'The Emperor (God) Guides Me'
Akpan: 'First Son'
Magic Weapon: Golden Ring/ Halberd
*Please note that I cannot draw, so a lot of the artwork has been traced over stencils made available online*
Is the younger twin (and uses that status to get away with mischief)
Controls fire and air
Was the reason why Aslan was able to find Kamari and bring her back to life, hence the reason for his middle name (The Emperor Guides Me)
When their birth family was destroyed, Omo was slashed at in the chest by the same sword that took out his sister, but miraculously stayed alive and wandered the destroyed camp, crying for help until Aslan showed up and found him.
Seeing Aslan, he led Him straight to where his sister was, and the rest was history.
Connected to the daytime, the sun, and is absolutely a morning person.
Loves to hang out with all of the Flying Beasts of Narnia, though he does like to talk to the Talking Birds about some gossip from wherever they've flown recently
Is a pretty good glassblower, with an entire glasswork collection, including vases, figurines, kitchenware, and more. Also likes to make stained glass artwork and give them to friends and family as gifts.
Discovered his hobby by accident while playing on the beach with Aslan and Kamari before the 100-Year Winter due to a trip-and-fall, which ended up with him having sand in his mouth. He got so embarrassed that when he began to blush, the sand in his mouth melted into molten glass, which he then spat out, and it formed into a near-perfect Prince Rupert Drop (much to Kamari's disgust)
Had a collection of different colored sand in his room to melt down (with his hands, not his mouth) to create different pieces, but it does tend to get everywhere if he's not careful (and he's not)
Likes all colors, but if he had to pick one, it would have to be a tawny-gold, since it reminds him of Aslan.
Is extremely extroverted, always ready to make a new friend
Omondi's Spotify Playlist
Let me know if you want more! I got more artwork to show and new chapters to write!
Meet Kamari
Full name: Kamari Nyathera Ada
Nickname(s): Kami, Kam, Ada*, Nyathera/Nya/Thea*
*Also used by Aslan
Age: 116
Powers: Hydrokenisis+ speciality, Geokenisis+ speciality, Shape shifting, Clairvoyance/ Precognition
Character Description: Kamari is the elder of the Guardians, with dark brown skin and black hair that alternates between thick, long twists and loose afro. Being connected to water and earth, she is more comfortable being on the ground, where she can feel her powers the strongest. Rather reserved and serious, she is also gentle and is always ready to defend those she loves.
Name Meaning:
Kamari: 'Moon'
Nyathera: 'Survivor'
Ada: 'First Daughter'
Magic Weapon: Silver Bangles/ Sickles
*Please note that I cannot draw, so a lot of the artwork has been traced over stencils made available online*
Is the older twin (by three minutes)
Controls water and earth
Was found and adopted by Aslan when she and Omo were three years old after their parents and their original people were slaughtered by the White Witch.
Kami is the only twin that has actually experienced death, after being killed during the White Witch's annihilation attempt.
Is brought back to life by Aslan, hence her middle name ('Survivor')
Connected to nighttime, moon, stars, and is a bit of a night owl.
Likes to hang out with nyads and dryads.
Because of her connection to night, Aslan would teach her the songs of the stars.
Has a talent for weaving, sewing, and anything relating to fabrics of any kind. Likes to make tapestries depicting Narnian stories and history.
Has a loom for her big tapestries as well as a spinning wheel, knitting needles, crochet hooks, sewing and embroidery needles, and thousands of threads and yarns of different fabrics and textures in her possession.
Doesn't like to wear shoes, finds them too constricting and tries to avoid them unless absolutely necessary.
Despite always wearing blue and green, her favorite color is actually a rather dark royal purple. To mark a tapestry or other needlework as hers, she will use that color yarn/thread to stitch her initials into the art piece.
Is more spiritual, receiving visions and dreams about the future.
Is a bit introverted, not really a big people person
Kamari's Spotify Playlist:
Let me know if you want to learn more about Kamari and keep on the lookout for Omondi's coming soon! 😊
The Guardians of Narnia Update!
Hey Guys! I decided to move my Guardians of Narnia over to Wattpad, and Chapter 2 was just updated! 😁
Please give it a looks and remember to Vote, Comment, and Share!
Also be on the lookout for FAQ's and artwork about our new Guardians!👀
Can't wait to see you guys in the next chapter! ❤️
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA - MASTERLIST
Accompanying WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR
Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto
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THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA - WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR
Accompanying MASTERLIST
Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto
Edmund Pevensie
Lucy Pevensie
Peter Pevensie
Susan Pevensie
Tumnus
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Royal Bloodline of the Star Fairies
Cast
Antares Novas the Benevolent King of the Star Faries
Astra Novas the Fierce Queen of the Star Fairies
Caelum Novas the Brave Prince of the Star Fairies
Divider creador goes to @diviniyae
A/n: I want to preface this by saying you do not have to look like this cast at all. The royal bloodline of Star fairies literally come from the stars. You star fairy! Reader came from a star and can look however you’d like. Antares came from the stars and when he married Astra she became a part of the royal bloodline. There first child is Caelum and he was given to them by the stars. Then you came FROM THE STARS. You can ignore that they all have silver hair. That will be explained in the storyline.
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Act I ~ Prince Caspian
Cast
Princess Y/n Novas the Resilient of the Star fairies
“The only reason your head is not on one of those spikes, is because they are reserved for the murders of my family.”
“I am what you made me!”
Prince Caspian of Telmar
“Dance with me. Dance with me and pretend that nothing else in the world matters.”
“Love has always been a death sentence hasn’t it?”
High King Peter the Magnificent of Narnia
“Are you still a King if your people are in ruins? If they follow a new ruler?”
“Stand tall general, you’ve still got a battle to finish.”
High Queen Susan the Gentle of Narnia
“I suppose it’s hard to forget your past when it’s written all over your body.”
“I will miss you dearly, I didn’t have a friend like you last time.”
King Edmund the Just of Narnia
“We are quite alike, except I had family to save me. You didn’t.”
“I’ll see you soon.”
Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia
“You’re a lot like her, same ferocity.”
“I’m just a beautiful as you now.”
Divider credit goes to @diviniyae
A/n: Every act will have ten chapters that will cover each movie. I will be doing Prince Caspian, the dawn treader and the last act will be of my own storyline. I know a lot of people don’t like the dawn reader movie but I love it. Also the chapters will be a bit longer then the others.
The royal family of the Star fairies cast
Trigger warnings: Blood, Murder, war crimes?, mentioned of s/a, torture, self loathing, survivors guilt, angst, ptsd, trauma, depression, smut, death, suicidal thoughts
Taglist @avatarobsessedgirly , @twinkletwinklenotastar
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Just a small sneak peek at a future Narnia fic idea.
Star fairies, the most ancient race in Narnia. Guardians of the stars and magic. Creature Aslan himself held in the highest of places are gone. Killed in a murderous rampage of the Tyrant of Telmar, Miarz desecrated all the once holy creatures. Almost all, the lone survivior being their Princess Y/n. Her hatred for all humans only grows and festers as she ages. How will this hatred be tested when she is forced to save and protect the nephew, the very prince of the people who murdered hers. Will sure learn not all humans are the same or will hatred only grow.
Prince Caspian. He was no Prince but a prisoner in his own country as his uncle held his kingdom. His only comfort the stories his father would tell of a magical race of fairies that protected the stars and the very magic that Narnia ran on. When he is forced from his home he meet the very creature from these stories. Her beauty and powerful aura was enough to make Caspian fall in love, except she hates him more than anything. Can he turn her hatred to love, or will she forever hate all humans.
random oc x prince caspian that i decided to write😭 only a couple hundred words, but it's good, i promise
ONCE UPON A DREAM
Sophia was dreaming of Narnia. It was a nightly occurrence, having been so ever since she and the Pevensies tumbled out of the wardrobe after their 15-year rule. Tonight's dream, however, felt different somehow. It wasn't a feeling that could be accurately described with words, but Sophia felt it writhing in her bones.
Her footsteps were all that could be heard in the forest that surrounded her. Until all of a sudden, a second set of footsteps joined hers. She whipped around, spotting a boy next to her. He was her age, with dark brown hair and deep chocolate eyes.
His eyes narrowed at her. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my dream?"
She made a face at him. "I'm Sophia, and it's my dream. Who are you?"
"I'm Caspian, and I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's sleeping right now."
"Well so am I!"
They never figured out whose dream it was. Eventually, they forgot about the dream part altogether and simply explored the woods around them. After what felt like hours Sophia woke up, her head spinning, and her heart pounding.
She neglected to tell the Pevensies about her dream. If there was a reason, she couldn't find it. All the blonde girl knew, was that if this was how her nights were to be spent, she never wanted to wake up.
Okay what the fuck is happening?
Susan did not see Peter in battle for years—arriving to his stand against Jadis almost too late, catching up while he picked himself up from the torn earth, on the other side of the conflict when the remnants of Jadis’ army tried their luck at the Cair. Sure, she knew he fought and killed, just as she did, just as Edmund and Lucy did—and oh, how Susan loathes that last part, but Lucy had been the one to find the first assassin in their halls and there was nothing to be done about it now. There was entirely too much death in their first year, Susan thinks, the fairytale shine of Narnia soon breaking apart and leaving a country and people in desperate need of rest and time behind. It took her days to get the blood out underneath her and Lucy’s fingernails, and she knew Peter had just as bad a time with Edmund next door. With a lump in her throat, Susan wondered often if this was to be the rest of their lives: washing themselves clean of battles that were forced upon them by a world far too big for their hands to hold. But even then, with the bloodied waters between them all, she never truly saw Peter in battle. A slain Maugrim who had about as much a part in his own death as Peter’s shaking sword did, a witch that Susan never saw die, assassins that ended up on the moth-eaten carpets she had found in old storage rooms; things that should give her pause but she simply couldn’t consider for long with all there was to do. They had killed to end up where they were, and Susan knew deep down that they would have to kill to stay, too. Now, standing with her bow held tight and a quiver empty of arrows, a sword at her side she has yet to finish learning how to swing, Susan finds herself in a pocket of tar-slow time. Here, she stands with a muddied hemline and their castle once more under siege—unknown foes, but foes all the same—and there, across the way, with his hair longer than Susan has ever known him to have, Peter lets out a roaring laugh. Rhindon is far out of sight, a glaive taking its place in Peter’s steady hands. Even from afar, Susan feels it in her bones when Peter’s swing launches an enemy’s torn body across the field. There are bodies, horror-frozen faces, the stench of blood and bile. The steps to the Cair will perhaps forever bear the stain of this assault. They have lost people they held dear. Susan has wept enough to fill an ocean. And Peter laughs. With storm-eyes, bloodied tongue, and bared teeth, her older brother wages joyous war.
High King Peter the Magnificent; War; Sword of Aslan; the Boy-King; the Once-And-Future-King
before, in the shadows of a life that has long ceased to be your own, war was suits and uniforms, severe men and overworked mothers. war was looming large, approaching fast. war was terror lurking in the skies, a constant fear of the open air. war was everywhere; your brother and sister forever slighted by all things turned into luxury inside your home. and sure, you only remember the before once it turns into the after, but war—no matter the where of it all, you remember war.
war: standing tall, standing straight, standing with the weight of worlds borne on youthful shoulders; war: a shadow, a streak of vivid red and vicious gold; war: a man-turned-boy-turned-man.
war: steady arms that cling with welcome desperation, a rallying cry that makes your heart burn bright; war: a stumbling boy bearing skies that turn red before they ever find their blue. war: familiar like no other, from cradle to your shaking adult hands.
before-turned-after, you hear your mother—unsweetened tea, old perfumes, and factory oils scrubbed out with rationed soap—whisper to her friends about war. you sit on wooden steps—not stone, never stone in the after—and dig your nails into your shins. war, forever burning bright, sits at your back with the skies and the sword's edge. you lean to feel the shift in his breath, to remember that with everything lost, war remains.
she let the war in, your mother says in words tinted with war-weak drink. she lets war sleep on the same floor as her children, she confesses, like a wolf amongst sheep. you dig your nails deeper. war, his forehead against your back, sighs.
you know war best, cradle to the here and now. he wipes your tears with too-soft hands until you miss the swords and bows like the air inside your lungs. he brushes your sister's hair, listens to your brother with intent. war holds it together in the cracked marble that you've all become. war, warm and familiar, holds on tight.
when you start to wear your mother's old dresses, outgrowing your own, when you start to paint your lips a new shade of red, war's reflection almost cracks the fragile glass of your composure. he watches, looming, bearing the crimson skies like a gift rather than the curse it grew to be. his eyes—blue still, too blue for england clouds and england air—carry even more, a looking glass for worlds long closed to you and him. the curve of his smile makes you ache for string and wood, makes your fingers crave the weight of pulling it all taut. his shoulders are broad, his hands calloused again.
over your shoulder, your mirror shows a sword stained beyond repair. you ache with the wish for the battlefield. you fear it as you always did, even when you called it home. war, a rag in hand and shoulders straight, hums in tune with the memory of arrows loosened from your gentle hands.
you leave before the blood can reach your polished shoes.
——susan pevensie learns of ares, of atlas, of war on a horse. she weeps for the brother she finds in them.
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA
caspian
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peter pevensie
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edmund pevensie
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I have a lot of feelings about this film. Most of them are bad, because I loved the book and feel the film did a terrible job of understanding the point of it. Also where was Caspian’s glorious accent??
You wished yourself away, and with that, much more. Your brothers and sister wouldn’t know Narnia without you, Lucy. You discovered it first, remember?
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA : THE VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER (2010), dir. Michael Apted
Also
Jon Snow, Gendry, Erik Killmonger, Kirito and Lance
There was already: Hakuryuu Ren, Arutha conDoin, Zuko, Lancelot and Mordred from the Mists of Avalon, Keith Kogane and Edmund and Caspian from The Chronicles of Narnia
feel free to tag more dark haired troumatized dudes I'll apreciate it very much thanks
My type? Dark haired edgy guys with swords.
My type? Dark haired edgy guys with swords.
"My dear Lucy, I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather, C.S. Lewis." ― C.S. Lewis (The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe)