#{ dash: aslan }

[ollivoil]

[ghost-proof]

This city is like my own backyard.

[quodekash]

i made the mistake of opening pinterest and searching ‘banana fish’

i cannot, under any circumstances, rewatch banana fish

…

stop thinking it

no. bad egg, bad egg

THEY LITERALLY KILLED EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER THAT I LOVED, THEY QUEERBAITED ME, THEY GAVE ME HELL AND DEPRESSION AND ETERNAL SUFFERING

SO W H Y, DO TELL, AM I WANTING TO REWATCH IT

SOMEONE SLAP ME OR SOMETHING

DONT LET ME DO THIS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[rcsesnoir]

@mirayaslan

LOCATION: miray's place, evening. FOR: miray aslan.

THE LAST KIND OF person nasrin aslan is known to be is outwardly happy -- carefree. like the giddy teenage girl she had never realized she could be. even if herself and her cousin hold more power in their hands than most could only dream of, miray is the only person that truly leaves the room for nasrin to feel like she could exist without judgement. while miray did not absolve her cousin of her past mistakes -- she gave her the chance to be something, which nasrin was certainly smart enough to take. now, they were closer than ever, a possibility the young woman had once believed to never truly be possible. they were already attached at the hip. on this particular evening, nasrin has popped a fresh bottle of red, two glasses not far away from her on the countertop. once the are full, she gracefully picks them up before gracefully reentering the living room and handing one off to miray. " now that mina has gone to bed... " nasrin leans back, eyebrows raising with a sly smirk -- her visage glistening in curiosity. " don't think i haven't noticed you attending those parties with a certain dashing hitman. " there comes that girlish giggle before she takes a sip of her wine. " was it... three last time i checked? "

[starsandaces24]

I was messing around with makeup and it turns out that I look a lot like Viktor when I do masc contouring. Anyway, I brought this up to my friends and some of them said they didn't know what he looked like. Next post on my dash was Jesus with Viktor's face, which I showed them while promising "no, I'm not actually weird about him, guys"

The best part was that we were just talking about Jesus because someone brought up Aslan

[kylermalloy]

im so curious of ur attack of titan presentation. 👁️

In reference to this post

Omg Yuki—the way I genuinely considered sitting down and making a PowerPoint presentation 😂

I won’t. I could—but I won’t.

There’s a ton of cute presentations on this website about “why you should watch this show uwu it’s so good and the characters are adorable and it’s got a great message you’re gonna love it!” and, well…that’s not Attack on Titan for me.

Aot is…a curiosity to me. I do really like a lot of the characters, the animation and music are gorgeous, and the story is sufficiently intriguing. And yes, ultimately, it does have a message I can get behind (War Is Bad. Stick to the classics.) but it wasn’t a show that grabbed me instantly. I had to simmer in it for a while—and I do mean a while.

I suppose mostly what I want to talk about is the Disk Horse, which I kind of hate to do because tumblr is allergic to nuance—but. I also like to talk. So here I go.

(This is going under a cut because I CANNOT shut up. Also, I’m going to get into some dumb fandom drama nonsense and I would like to hide that in order to maintain my dignity.)

I actually first became aware of aot BECAUSE of the discourse. I had more posts on my dash claiming that it was a Bad Show and Don’t Watch It than posts that…actually told me anything about it.

Eventually as I started easing into exploring anime, I decided to check it out. Out of morbid curiosity, mostly. I wanted to know what was so bad about it.

For the first three seasons, I was a little clueless. An annoying protagonist with questionable morals? Main characters attached to some sort of military organization? The protagonist being the Exceptional One, the savior because of his unique abilities? …guys, these are all standard shonen tropes, and I’d only watched like…five animes at that point (I’ve now watched, like, ten. My immersion rate is s l o w.)

Then I reached the end of season 3, and I wen “ohhh.” Not because everyone who’d been insisting it was Bad were right, but because I could actually, finally see what they were talking about.

I hear the word “allegory” get thrown around a lot when it comes to aot, and…honestly, I don’t think that’s the right word. An allegory is a direct, deliberate parallel with either a real life event, or another story. Aot is not an allegory of anything. Now, does it use some real life elements as worldbuilding and narrative devices in its own story? Yes, and sometimes to a “yikes” effect.

But this is a fantasy story that takes place in a fantasy world about races of people that don’t exist. The parallels can be drawn, but it’s not an intentional allegory.

Think of the difference between Lord of the Rings and the Chronicles of Narnia. C.S. Lewis was very clear both in his writing and when talking about his work that it was a Christianity allegory. Aslan represents Jesus—created the world, died for its sins, all knowing, all powerful, does not always intervene, eventually edged out by a false god at the end of the world, etc. etc.

Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings took a lot of inspiration from his experiences in World War I. Read anything about LOTR, or watch any of the movies’ supplemental material, and that’s one of the first things you’ll hear. BUT—did old John Roald Roald intend it to be a one-to-one allegory? No.

The orcs are not the Germans. Humans and elves aren’t the English and French. This is not a fantasy retelling of real-world events—it uses elements of real-world warfare to enhance its own narrative. The faces in the Dead Marshes. Frodo’s life-altering trauma. The hobbits’ return to an unchanged safe haven, only to find they have changed irrevocably. Sam’s/Faramir’s introspection on the “evil” of the men they fight.

Aot does the latter, not the former. And while using imagery we associate with Jewish persecution and the holocaust…isn’t a choice I would have made when writing a story, it wasn’t a deliberately anti-Semitic choice.

We can talk all day long about how it’s not a wise choice, and how the implications can have ramifications—but this wasn’t something the mangaka did out of long-held prejudice, whether conscious or unconscious. I mean, do you really walk away thinking we’re supposed to HATE the Eldians? (If so, get better reading comprehension.)

I guess that’s what my Attack on Titan presentation should really be—teaching people how to read and therefore understand the themes and story correctly. Either that, or I could just make a ship chart and explain why Armin deserves to bang every single character, and in what order he should do so.

[nickiemoot]

just because the topic is on my dash so im thinking about it: i read the entire narnia series starting in 6th grade and did not realize it was like, Extremely Christian for years afterwards. i wasn't raised religious, i only vaguely knew about religious stuff from cultural osmosis and a single "precious moments" bible story book i had as a kid. learning aslan was literally jesus was a genuine shock to me. i thought it was just a neat fantasy series lmao

[cyberplex]

Howdy, Kit, and welcome to the Cyberplex! Please submit your account to the main in the next 72 hours and look over the rest of our checklist here. We look forward to seeing Aslan Sakarya, Cyrus Whitewater, Draven Thorne, Ezekiel ‘Zeke’ Cohen, Kali Dicamillo, Lucky Wallis, Ophelia Gomez, Rafferty ‘Rafe’ O’shea, Remington Cerulli, and Sebastian ‘Bash’ Prescott on the dash.

michael cimino / he/him  ———  no way is that SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ PRESCOTT .. they’re a 24-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being IRRESPONSIBLE  &  ENTITLED but there are some people who have seen them being EXTROVERTED  &  AMUSING.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of setting five+ alarms and ignoring them all, crude words falling from privileged lips, spontaneous yacht trips, fake ids, waking up not remembering the night before, but that could just be because they’re considered the SILVER SPOON TROUBLEMAKER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through.. /  kit, 30+, they/she, MST

andy biersack / he/they  ———  no way is that DRAVEN THORNE.. they’re a 32-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being CYNICAL  &  OBSESSIVE but there are some people who have seen them being INTELLIGENT  &  METICULOUS.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of ice cold gazes, a dark room only lit by the glow of a computer screen, sunglasses worn indoors, a wardrobe filled with black clothing, and nefarious meetings in abandoned locations, but that could just be because they’re considered the CRACKER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..    /  kit, 30+, they/she, MST

barry keoghan / he/him  ———  no way is that RAFFERTY ‘RAFE’ O’SHEA.. they’re a 30-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being AGGRESSIVE  &  CRUDE but there are some people who have seen them being STRONG  &  RESILIENT.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of bloodied knuckles, the taste of iron and salt lingering on the tongue, holes punched in the wall, whiskey soaked laughter, and an irish accent that ebbs and flows through conversation,  but that could just be because they’re considered the FIGHTING IRISH around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..  /  kit, 30+, they/she, MST

matthew lillard / he/him  ———  no way is that LUCKY WALLIS.. they’re a 29-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being RECKLESS  &  FOOLISH but there are some people who have seen them being EASYGOING  &  HYPER.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of the smell of marijuana lingering in the air, a neon lit highly organized game/stream room, ever changing hair colors, worn skateboard strapped to a backpack, zoning out mid conversation, but that could just be because they’re considered the SLACKER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

alperen duymaz / he/him  ———  no way is that ASLAN SAKARYA.. they’re a 31-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being IMMORAL  &  VICIOUS  but there are some people who have seen them being METICULOUS  &  EFFICIENT.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of slowly opening a leather roll of excruciatingly sharp instruments, unbuttoning cuffs of a dress shirt and rolling up his sleeves, don’t bleed on my floor, black leather gloves, a dark silhouette patiently waiting in the chair of an empty living room for its owner to turn on the light, but that could just be because they’re considered the PUNCH-CLOCK VILLAIN around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

keanu reeves / he/him  ———  no way is that CYRUS WHITEWATER.. they’re a 59-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being a WORKAHOLIC  &  ELUSIVE but there are some people who have seen them being PROTECTIVE  &  INDUSTRIOUS.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of an exhausted sigh after a very long work day, the clicking of a metronome in an otherwise quiet room, spreadsheets and projection documents, mahogany and corinthian leather, daily text messages to loved ones to check in, but that could just be because they’re considered the PAPA WOLF around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

aaron taylor-johnson / he/him  ———  no way is that EZEKIEL ‘ZEKE’ COHEN.. they’re a 33-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being INDECISIVE  &  COCKY but there are some people who have seen them being FRIENDLY  &  TALKATIVE.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of filling silences to avoid dead air, a smile that lights up the room, quick winks followed by a click of the tongue, well groomed curls, a glowing red ‘on air’ sign, but that could just be because they’re considered the MOTOR MOUTH around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through.. 

krysten ritter / she/her  ———  no way is that KALI DICAMILLO.. they’re a 36-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being STUBBORN  &  SNARKY but there are some people who have seen them being INTUITIVE  &  DILIGENT.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of chipped dark nail polish, constantly cleaning grease from fingernails, deadpanned responses, whiskey in coffee, multiple tool kits for every occasion, but that could just be because they’re considered the DEADPAN SNARKER around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

  jenna ortega / she/her  ———  no way is that OPHELIA GOMEZ.. they’re a 22-year-old SYNTH notoriously known for being SUPERSTITIOUS  &  NIHILISTIC but there are some people who have seen them being SUPPORTIVE  &  ADVENTUROUS.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of gothic down to the core, taxidermy animals in cute costumes, creepy quiet appearances, out of place smile that doesn’t match the aesthetic, speckled freckles that accentuate facial features, but that could just be because they’re considered the NIGHTMARE FETISHIST around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through.. 

maxence danet fauvel / he/they  ———  no way is that REMINGTON CERULLI.. they’re a 27-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being CHAOTIC  &  IMPULSIVE but there are some people who have seen them being TALENTED  &  DEVOTED.  if you ask me, they remind me a lot of bandaged fingers from shredding too many riffs, climbing stage equipment, waking up after noon on a regular basis, screaming stage dives, outfits and makeup defying gender norms, but that could just be because they’re considered the DIRTBAG around town. just keep an eye on them  &  see if their true colors shine through..

[arslankavas]

⸻⸻ ✦ BURAK ÇELIK, CISMALE, HE/HIM ✦ ARSLAN KAVAS the THIRTY-THREE year old has been in the QZ for TWO YEARS. The HUNTER is/are said to be PATIENT and CLOSED-OFF but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. ( mel / 23 / est / they/them )

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: death, murder, parental death + sibling death, injury, weapons

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

Name: Arslan Bilal Kavas Nicknames/Alias: None

Faceclaim: Burak Çelik

Age: Thirty-three Gender: Cismale Sexuality: Bisexual Date/Place of Birth: August 2nd / Chicago, IL Currently: Dallas QZ

Positive Traits: Patient, determined, methodical Negative Traits: Closed-off, self-destructive, impulsive Astrological Sign: Leo Archetype: The vindictive

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Arslan Kavas was the eldest of the Kavas line -- remembering very little of his early years except for being reminded constantly of his place in the world. With a name that loosely translated to lion, it was no secret that he had big shoes to fill. He grew up in a very loving home, but has very little coherent memories of it all. However, his life truly began when he was thirteen years old. The end of the world was certainly far from a quiet one, he still hears the echos of the messangers, words just as impactful as the bombs that wiped out his hometown.

After their evacuation, they spent the next eight years in a quarantine zone. While out in the world without a safe place to land -- Arslan had always found himself doing everything he could to protect his sister. Even within the safety of the walls that kept them contained, he found himself always trying to keep an eye on her. It soon became clear that while he and his sister cared for each other deeply, they had two distinctly opposite views of the world.

While Eda believed the world had already festered through completely, Arslan believed that there was a chance for even the slightest amount of normalcy.

The world seemed gleefully mundane for a while -- allowing the world to keep turning without the slightest hint of fear. However, all was soon lost. News of a Firefly attack caused Arslan to run as fast as his legs could possibly carry him, gripping tightly to Eda's hand as they dashed for safety. And while there was some hope that the entirety of the Kavas family would make it out -- find themselves on the run once more. He had been preparing himself for this very moment... and then, he failed.

His mother, father, and youngest sibling were taken out by the rampant gun fire -- and neither he or Eda were able to process. Instead, accompanied by a pack of stolen gear, Arslan and his sister soon disappeared in the night, all hope diminished. It was a cruel world, the way you can have even a sliver of everything and within a matter of seconds, nothing at all.

Before he can blink, he has been on the run with his sister for ten years. And while the hopeful voice he had once listened to as a child bellowed in the back of his mind, he knew better than to listen. Instead, he pushed them back -- tuned them out. All in favor of making sure he and his sister could beat the odds that the world had set out for them and do the only thing they could: survive.

He considers discovering the quarentine zone to be the greatest blessing in disguise, specifically appearing amidst one of the scariest moments of his life. After tripping over a root and descending down a nearby hill towards a creek, he and Eda soon came to the conclusion that his ankle had snapped completely. Before an army of clickers could descend upon them, a group of Dallas residents overheard his muffled screams and were able to fend them off. They were soon taken to the QZ where he received care. And while he initially believed maybe moving forward was the best course of action.. he was assigned a job. After that, he began to make friends.

Suddenly, running and looking over his shoulder didn't seem like the reality he wanted anymore... even if his sister thinks otherwise.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Aslan has been blessed with remarkable throwing accuracy, a skill that he has carried with him. His weapons of choice are a collection of throwing knives that he carries with them -- both as a hunter or in combat. He also works well with a bow and arrow and axes.

Definitely has a sarcastic personality, and he's most certainly a charmer, both sides of himself that he has kept hidden away. Being in a quarantine zone has allowed him to slowly learn how to open himself up and even if he has a long way to go, he finds himself truly becoming day by day.

Yes, can often be found at the bar. Not only is it one of the few social spots in the QZ, but the ability to have some amount of fun and let himself go certainly draws him to the place.

Stands at 6'3, and certainly carries himself in a manner that fits the hight. Maybe it's an unspoken need to be respected, admired.

MORE TO COME.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Best Friends - Since arriving in Dallas, he has been inseparable from these two people. They've definitely been part of the reason that he's so hesitant about leaving the QZ. ( 0/2 ): OPEN

Friends - Arslan is a charming guy who tends to get himself in trouble and gets a certain amount of joy out of making other people laugh. Thus, he usually does well in social situations and has a good amount of people he considers friends. ( 0/any ): OPEN

Hookup - Despite Arslan's general belief system, he has the commitment skills of a wet rag. Thus, he's definitely experienced no shortage of hookups since arriving in Dallas. ( 0/any - former or current ): OPEN

Love Interest - Arslan never expected to fall in love, especially considering that Dallas was initially supposed to be a temporary place. However, this person seemed to change his entire plan. ( 0/1 ): OPEN

[oddishblossom]

Your almost cold-blooded leadership. Your fearless willpower. Is it all to cover up a fragile soul?

8.12 Happy Birthday Ash Lynx, my most beloved ❤️

[angel-reyes]

DASH & LILY (2020-)

[kavehpilled]

another day another spiderman rb spree

[anghraine]

Reza Aslan just tweeted that Rogue One is the best “Stars Movie,” and while it’s probably a typo, I choose to believe that he means RO is better than any and all movies with “Star” in the title.

[queenlucythevaliant]

i.  my heart gets caught in the reeds

Perhaps selfishly, Susan didn’t believe that any of her siblings knew what real heartbreak was like.

Oh, certainly they knew grief and pain and loss. But heartbreak—no, they were too busy being strong and courageous to have felt such a thing. Lucy came the closest, on the night of that long vigil she and Susan had shared after Aslan’s death. Their hearts were rent, but they came together again with the dawn. True heartbreak was something that stayed with you. Laughter that abandoned you; tears that chased you into the deepest part of the night.

Lucy sat long in feelings, but never heavily. She drank deep of the world, the cast of the light most of all. But she was brave. She did not shatter as Susan did.

Now Edmund, he understood the lingering darkness that one could feel in one’s own heart, but he always chose not to linger in it. Edmund was master of learning from the past even as he moved beyond it. Susan could never conceive how he managed it.

And then Peter. Susan understood Peter least of all. She had never even seen him cry…

As it became clearer and clearer that they were in the ruins of Cair Paravel, Peter and Edmund and Lucy lit up with excitement. There was a moment of quiet grief, but it passed quickly and then there was only manic pacing and theorizing, gleeful exclamations of Narnia! and sawing away at vines as though they were not growing over the walls of their own castle. Peter solemnly lifted his sword, Edmund shone is torch around in dizzying circles, Lucy fairly glowed, and all Susan could think was oh God. It’s all gone. Everyone’s dead.  

So, Susan maintained that none of her siblings knew heartbreak.

ii.  talked to God like a friend and still doubted Him

Lucy rose in the night and danced among the trees. A few hours earlier, Susan had squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to hope too hard that Aslan was on the move.

Aslan. When she’d first heard his name, it had been like the loveliest music she’d ever known. She remembered racing round the stone table with him at dawn, a little girl playing with a kitten; a young queen chasing a storm. He’d called her “daughter” and in his voice it had felt like her own truest name.

He’d come to Cair Paravel when she was fifteen and she’d spun around to show him her new gown, as a girl does for her father. He’d made a purring sound (a laugh) and called her beautiful, and from his mouth it was a greater compliment than those of all the princes of the world. She’d known, somehow, that he did not only mean her dress.

And after the fiasco with Rabadash, when the battle was won and all Princes of Archenland returned to their proper place, Aslan came and found Susan weeping. “Why are you crying?” he’d asked, and Susan had told him how miserable she felt for having been the cause of such trouble, for nearly getting Edmund and the others killed, and for the invasion and the battle, and all who had been killed or wounded in the fighting. And then she’d wept some more, and told Aslan how dearly she longed for love, and how dreadfully hard it was to find.

And Aslan had told her things she would never repeat, not for all the world’s treasure. He had given her both difficult truths and the promises her heart longed most to hear. “Child, you are loved,” he had told her, “and by none more than I.”

If Aslan came, then everything would be alright. His presence would be the cure to all ills, the turn of the tide in every battle. If he did not come—well, they’d all just have to go on muddling through, wouldn’t they? But if Susan allowed herself to believe that Aslan was coming only for him to go on being absent—

It would be better to dash her heart against the stones of the Rush from the top of the gorge than to believe he was coming and find herself abandoned.

Aslan had let them abandon their kingdom without an inkling of what would happen to it in their absence. He had abandoned them to blissful ignorance. He had not been seen in Narnia for centuries. He had abandoned them. He wasn’t coming.

iii.  saw the ocean split wide and still wondered why

When Aslan said “ride on my back again today,” Lucy cried Oh, lovely! and clamored on. Susan said nothing. Her heart had hurled itself into her throat.

Susan believed in miracles. How could she not? When she was twelve years old, she had seen Aslan die and return to life; she had seen him return stone to living flesh with his breath. The signs and wonders she had seen were beyond the telling of it. When Aslan spoke, the very stars heard and obeyed him. Now he said, All of Narnia will be renewed, so surely it would be.

Lucy sat in front, firm and solid, two golden braids bouncing towards Susan every time Aslan leapt. This was a very good thing, for Susan still felt unmoored.

Aslan had breathed on her and asked if she felt brave again. “A little,” she had said, and it had been true. Susan had doubted Aslan’s presence, and the shame of that doubt was still hot in the pit of her stomach. What right did she have now to doubt his word? And yet—how could Aslan ever renew Narnia to its former beauty? Would he truly bring back all that had been lost?

They came to Beruna—(oh, lovely Beruna, what have they done to you)—and a voice Susan scarcely recognized called out to Aslan. “Who on earth is that?” Susan whispered to Lucy, who replied “I think it’s the river-god, but hush.”

The river-god? No, it simply couldn’t be. He was far too old, stooped practically in half, his beard of reeds unkempt and dripping with foul mud. And yet, it was clear that Lucy was right. It was indeed the river-god who had spoken.

“Loose my chains,” he said, and with a great deal of splashing the revelers tore apart the bridge. It was the Ford of Beruna again, to Susan’s overwhelming joy. Yet when she looked back at the river-god, he looked no less careworn, no less stooped. There was no miracle here, only mortal hands tearing apart a bridge at Aslan’s instruction.

Susan had seen Aslan perform miracles. Why did he not restore the river-god to health?

(And why would he not make Narnia as it had been when she was queen, before so much beauty was lost?)

iv.  why’s it so hard to believe that Your love never stops?

“Be honest with me, Lu. Has Aslan ever broken a promise to you?”

“No!! Never.” The answer came quickly, almost impulsively, and Susan felt a rush of affection for her little sister come over her.

There was no evidence that Lucy had spent the past several months at sea: no telltale tan in her skin (no burn either, which was more typical for Lucy), no freckles, no sun-bleached hair. Yet her eyes sparkled blue, and Susan could nearly count that as evidence enough. She envied her sister. There, she said it.

“Do you—has he broken a promise to you?” Lucy shifted her position on the sofa so that she could look Susan in the face.

Susan shook her head, but what she said was, “I’m not sure. I mean, I think he kept his promise, but I don’t think he kept it to me. Does that make sense?”

“No,” said Lucy.

“He said Narnia would be renewed. Only it was all still in shambles when I left, only just beginning to be healed. And you know, I don’t spend all my time thinking about Narnia. Some days, I scarcely think about it at all. But when I do, more often than not I think about how it was the second time, old and stooped and weary of mistreatment. It sours the memory of the good, when we were kings and queens.”

“Once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen in Narnia,” Lucy answered reflexively.

A heavy sigh. “That’s not a real answer.”

“No,” agreed Lucy, “it isn’t really, is it?”

She rubbed her temples, silent in thought for a long moment. “I don’t know it helps, but Aslan has restored it. Things were better than we left them, when Ed and I were there. And yes, the Dawn Treader wasn’t as big or as fast as the Splendour Hyaline, but it sailed farther and saw such wonders. And besides, Narnia will build big ships again. Us not being there doesn’t change that.”

“Alright, yes, but what’s the use if we can’t ever see it? What does it serve if Aslan keeps his promise to a whole world over the course of hundreds and thousands of years? He isn’t keeping it to us?” Susan’s voice had risen as she spoke. Her eyes flashed and her left hand was curled into a fist around a hairpin that she’d taken out to fuss with. Rarely did Lucy see her so worked up over anything.

“I don’t think that promise was for us, really. It was for us as a reassurance, but we were never going to see it completely fulfilled.”

Susan wasn’t satisfied. “Yes, but didn’t you hope?”

“Of course I hoped!” Lucy cried. “Of course, I want an accounting for the lost years! Thirteen hundred years, Susan, of course I was angry! But Aslan said he’d build a bridge. Maybe he’ll build a bridge back to the beginning and give us all those stolen years back.”

“Did he tell you that?” Susan asked.

“No.”

“So why?”

“Because,” said Lucy heavily, “I know he loves me.”

That, at least, made some sense. Aslan’s love was the lodestone, the point that pulled everything else into focus, guiding them on. And Susan believed in it; she did. Yet she could have done with a guarantee that she was being guided somewhere good.

[leonum-matrem-blog]

PSA:

         Cersei Lannister is not nice to bastards.

         While she is general nice to people’s face, she will smile, compliment, treat everyone as pleasantly as possibly (again I press on the term TO THEIR FACES.) She would charm an entire feast table ,an entire room, a REALM, if she so pleases (there is a reason one of her titles is ‘LIGHT OF THE WEST’) . But a bastard, of any name, house, acknowledged or unacknowledged, she will downright ignore. She has nothing to gain from them, and in her experience with bastards they have caused nothing but meager annoyance on her end.  (What with Robert’s bastards, the few in her house, etc etc.).

         The general concept of people disliking bastards and all concepts surrounding them set aside, Cersei generally looks down on everyone and anyone who isn’t a part of her inner circle of loved ones. (and this is what- four? five people?). Bastard, in Cersei’s eyes, would be a step down even from that. Not even worth looking at.

       [;; And yes this is even an ideal that she would pass on to her children.]

       EDIT: UNLESS YOUR NAME IS RAMSAY  BOLTON 

[beiasluv]

first love / edmund p. x (fem!)reader

warning: fighting, fluff at the end, no proofreading

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the sun's rays shone upon the glistening castle of cair paravel. a young maiden strode through the golden corridor in the morning gentle breezes. she balanced her clean sheets of scrolls in her hand while she clutches her ink and quill tight in the other hand.

'greetings, queen y/n,' the maid smiled brightly.

'morning, gretha!' the y/h/c haired maiden greeted. 'haven't you remember about the titles? no need for that,' y/n chuckled.

'would you like some tea and fruits in your study, as usual, qu- y/n?' the fuan asked. 'i could inform the high chef for you,' she smiled.

'oh- keep the precious foods, i won't be in my study until nighttime,' the lady declined politely. 'the council has a big meeting today,' y/n smiled softly.

the fuan bowed its head slightly as the young queen strolled past her.

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y/n leaned over the garden's balcony. her y/e/c irises scanned the majestic ocean waves and the rising sun along the horizon. she guided her heels towards the center of the garden where the wooden swing is located. the swing holds a special place in your heart. it reminds her of the set she has back in finchley, the old creaky wood swing she played with the pevensies.

we have all grown so much.

they were just kids back then. having fun, playing tricks, and being silly. now being the kings and queens of old, and y/n as the third queen. although, one thing never changes. the feelings she had for the second youngest pevensie.

on the day she met him at the professor's house, her heart seems to beat a little faster from then on. his sarcastic comments brought her laughter out, even in the darkest times. she would be lying if she said that she didn't see his lips curled up every time she said a sarcastic comment back. y/n enjoyed every moment she gets to spend with him, but her heart is too afraid to confess the truth. it would cost their whole relationship if he did not fancy her back.

y/n sighed loudly as she pulled her train of thoughts backs. as her body swung back and forth on the swing, she raised her arm slightly to observe the watch on her wrist. the sun reflected on the clock, making it 10 times harder to read the time. it seems like the longer arm is pointing at 10...

'OH, ASLAN! the meeting starts at 10:20-'

without another thought, y/n dashed across the garden and ran down the stairs alongside the balcony. she clutched her ink bottle as she used her pinky to hook her emerald dress up.

'i swear- if i fall down the stairs-' y/n cursed to herself.

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luckily, the young queen made herself to the front door (maybe just about the time). she raised her knuckles and knock softly on the door. closing her eyes, slowly grabbing the handle, and pushed it as soft as she could manage to.

'my greatest apologies for being late,' y/n whispered to the room. her eyes still closed, waiting for harsh replies to be thrown at her. to her surprise, the room was silent. she fluttered her eyelids open and realized that no one, except the raven-haired king, sitting on his throne.

'y/n, it's 20 minutes till the council meeting,' edmund smiled. y/n melted at the 'heart-warming' sight in front of her eyes. she pulled herself out of thought once she saw the young man staring.

'i- i'm sorry, i must've misread the clock,' y/n rubbed her neck nervously.

'think! y/n think! how to get out of this embarrassing situation-'

'um...then, i'll leave you to it, for i will not disturb your peace,' y/n muttered softly. she felt weird how she could not pull off her natural sarcastic comment.

she turned her heels and was about to step out of the door.

'y/n! wait! have a seat,' the young king called out, making y/n halted.

she turned around and saw edmund walking toward her face. he smiled brightly as she made her way toward him as well. they both met each other halfway and rush into each other's embrace. y/n's heart beat faster and faster if it is possible, her heart would be jumping out of her chest. he pulled them off and slowly reached for her free hand. the girl's cheeks reddened as a bright red tomato. edmund pressed his soft lips upon her soft hand and engulfed it with his hand.

'i don't mind some accompany.'

'when did you become so classy?' y/n smiled brightly and giggled to herself. 'kissing hand?' y/n raised her eyebrows.

'it's called manners, queen y/n,' edmund chuckled and offered his arm. y/n took it and intertwined her arms with his. they both walked toward their throne.

'oh, shove off,' y/n pretended to be annoyed at the young king.

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royal advisors, lords, and ladies filled the room as time passed by. most of them did not fail to notice the dark-haired king and the y/h/c haired queen enjoying themselves at the throne, as well as queen lucy.

'morning, y/n!' lucy greeted with her bright smile and enthusiastic voice.

'greetings, lucy!' y/n sprang up from her throne next to edmund and hugged her best friend. they were closed as a sister to each other. y/n pulled them off and smiled at lucy.

'y/n! we should go for a ride or a tea, sometimes,' lucy held y/n hands.

'aw, lucy! that sounds great,' lucy beamed excitedly. 'we'll see each other soon,' the young lady gave a bow to the high king as she made her way back to her throne.

the kings and queens are seated as the room went into silence. queen lucy, seated on the most right followed, by queen susan, in the middle is high king peter, to his right is king edmund and queen y/n. clap echoed the hall as peter raised from his throne.

'welcome, to the 68th monthly council meeting of cair paravel,' peter greeted with pride. 'we, the royals of narnia, are very pleased to have prince colton of calormen with us,' the high king waved his hand towards the prince.

'the pleasure is all mine,' the young prince bowed and smiled towards the royals. especially queen y/n, he seemed to have the biggest smile for. the dark-haired king paused his smile and turned his head towards his right to see y/n smiling back at the prince.

'today, we will be discussing the trade proposals and the future plans of the land usage,' peter announced and signaling to the royal transcribers to note it down for further notice.

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'if i may, i do not think this solution will reward in maximum benefit, your majesty,' the prince excused himself to talk before king edmund could finish.

'what do you insist, prince colton?' queen susan nodded in permission.

'the calormen royal considers that we will be using this area for cultivation and breeding, your majesty,' the prince bowed. 'it could be an excellent place for trading, as well, your majesty,' the prince grinned towards queen y/n.

'i don't think the borderlands could be touched in nonetheless,' king edmund talked back. his face turned red from the manner-less prince.

the air in the room was thickened by the gazes of the lords and ladies. susan and lucy sent each other eyes, which doesn't seem quite good. peter turned to susan for help, to be exactly is 'pleading' for help. queen susan finds her voice and said in a serious tone.

'lord marco, what are your thoughts on this particular topic?' susan picked the gifted lord for help as she sent an apologetic smile.

the poor lord flinched in his chair and spoke up, 't- this particular topic, your majesty, is em...a great selection to make.' he was unable to speak due to the gaze of the dark eyes.

y/n wanted to comfort edmund, as much as she wanted to, she can't. if she dares to hold his hand, the room's gaze will be upon her. she knows he just needs some time to think.

'queen y/n?' lucy softened her eyes as she sent the same apologetic smile as her sister. edmund swung his head towards his right, and his eyes soften to her sight. y/n nodded with understanding and was trying to find her voice.

'yes, as lord macro had said, it is a great selection to make,' y/n paused to recall. 'king edmund and prince colton both had a magnificent perspective towards the usage of the land,' she turned to smiled at both of them as she made sure to smile brighter for the dull king.

'i'll have to agree with...' y/n caught her breath. she saw edmund bit his lip and held his breath by the corner of her eyes. the gaze in the room came crashing down to her as she felt the pressure.

'prince colton'

king edmund could not believe his ear. the color on his face dropped as he did not hear his name.

'very well, i announce the conclusion of the meeting,' peter stood up and announce the closure. 'royal advisor, please report to the royal assistant,' the high king nodded to his left.

'we will meet again next month.'

edmund sprang up from his throne and dashed out of the hall. he did not bother to turn around a said 'goodbye.' guilt had eaten y/n from her inside to outside. she looked emptily to the floor as she held her tears in. her heart sunk deep down to her feet. the young lady's breathing became unsteady, as lucy requested susan to do something.

'y/n,' susan gave y/n a reassuring look and nodded for the young maiden to go.

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edmund leaned over the garden fence. the wind soared upon his face. no matter how hard he tried, her voice keeps rewinding in his head.

'i'll have to agree with...prince colton.'

'i'll have to agree with...prince colton.'

'i'll have to agree with...prince colton.'

he looked one last time at the empty entrance as he let his tears down. edmund clutch his hair as he crouched down to sob. he gasped for air as his heart was throbbing in pain. edmund wanted to cry his heart out. he thought she was the only one who cared for him. he was wrong. edmund felt coldness in his heart as if the white witch had returned from the dead.

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'sorry- um, did you see king edmund?' y/n questioned the faun.

'oh! your majesty,' she flinched at the queen's presence. 'i think he went to the east corridor,' the faun bowed down.

'thanks!' y/n dashed off toward the guided way. she clutched her skirt tighter than before. she doesn't care if the tears are ruining her sight, nor the pain to run in her heels.

'i just need to get to edmund.'

y/n stumbled upon the entrance of the garden. she could scent edmund's fragrance in the wind as she peaked her head in the entrance. her heart ached at her sight. although she had gone through numerous wars and received many near-death experiences. no pain could match his pain in her heart.

she could hear the love of her life crying aloud. he was sobbing and trying hard to catch his breath. y/n ran into the garden and hugged him from behind.

'l- leave y/n.'

the cold words stung her heart as if someone had pierced a sword through her chest. she sobbed harder onto his back.

'why, edmund? why,' words barely left her mouth.

'you didn't care for me,' edmund paused. 'you chose that prince-'

'NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!' tears poured from her beautiful y/e/c orbs. 'i love you, edmund! i love your sarcastic comments! i love your care for me! i love how you looked at me every time we were together! i had loved you since you had saved me from that witch! i had loved you since you gave me this necklace!' y/n pulled out the silver necklace around her neck.

edmund turned his face around to face the y/h/c haired girl, tears filled his face. 'i know you never think of me as a lover, and i understand, but i have told you today my feelings,' y/n gasped for air as she unhooked the silver necklace. she unfolded his hand and laid the necklace inside his palm. 'i understand that you don't want to see me again,' y/n wiped away her tears.

'goodbye, pevensie.'

she turned her heels away, facing the entrance. deep down, she hoped he would be running for her and stopped her from leaving. she never dared to look back. her feet were about to step out of the garden.

'Y/N L/N! Wait!' she halted before the entrance and turned around.

edmund came running after her and engulfed her into his chest. he cupped her reddened cheeks with his hands and brushed his finger softly on her lips. he pulled her face close with his as their noses brushed with each other. he closed the space his lips touched her cherry lips. y/n felt fireworks exploded inside her stomach and a million butterflies flying inside her. she widened her eyes as she fluttered it closed moments later. edmund snaked his arms around her waist tightly as if he was going to lose her and pulled her close to his body. y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged slightly on his dark hair. he tilted his head to taste the sweetness of her mouth. y/n pulled off as she gasped for air into her lungs.

'i love you too, y/n! i'm such a coward for not telling you my feelings! it had been six years that i kept this to myself!' edmund held her face close. 'i had loved you since i saw you at the professor's house! i was such an idiot to lead you to the white witch, and i'll never forgive myself.'

'you are my first love'

'may i?' edmund held the dangling necklace in his hand, and y/n nodded. she turned around, her back facing edmund, and gathered her y/h/c up to revealed her delicate neck. edmund softly hooked the necklace around her neck and placed his lips onto it. she smiled brightly as she engulfed him into her embrace, and they stumbled to the soft grass.

y/n stumbled upon edmund's chest as they giggled at each other. edmund flipped his body over y/n's body, and he leaned down to pecked her lips. as this time, their body danced with each other more elegantly. he snaked his hand around her waist once more as she snaked her arms around his neck. their legs intertwined and tangled with each other. they rolled on the grass happily as her tears were no longer visible.

'i've wanted to do that my entire life.'

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edmund grabbed y/n's lovely hand and ran along the corridor with her stumbling behind.

'edmund!' y/n squealed as she tried to keep up with his speed.

the dark-haired king picked up his lover, one arm under her knees and one under her back, in bridal style. she squealed as she wrapped her arm around his neck and snuggled herself into his neck.

'where are we going?' y/n chuckled in her breath.

'to the place, we will remember,' edmund replied.

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the king dropped his lover softly on her feet as they stood in front of the crashing waves.

'oh edmund, you didn't say that we are going to get wet,' y/n hit her hand softly on her 'lover.'

'then, what's the point?' edmund took off his silver crown and his velvet cloak and left it on the beach. without another thought, y/n took off her heels and her golden crown and left it next to his. she ran straight into his hand, and they both jumped into the water.

edmund and y/n's head appeared at the surface of the water and looked into each other's eyes. she giggled as she splashed water into his mouth. she swam to the shore, hiding from his 'revenge-splash.'

'COME BACK!' edmund shouted as he swam after her trails. y/n squeezed her hair and dress on the shore.

'NO-' she was splashed into her face as she faked her 'offended' look.

'that's the sarcastic y/n that i know,' edmund laughed as he hugged her back.

'may i have this dance?'

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A/N: This is probably the longest fic I've ever written- if you enjoy it, like, reblog, or comment is very much appreciated! If not, feel free to leave any critics. Request are open, feel free to message me. My blog is a safe space for everyone :D