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[narniagiftexchange]

                      THE AUTUMN NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

              for: @flexhealer from @tomyfortuneoftoilbound.

WINTER DAY.

There’s a stillness in the air when Lucy wakes, and the light is wrong. For a moment, she thinks she’s back in England, and her heart breaks, just a little. Susan knocks quickly on her door, and enters.

“Come on, Lucy, we’ve got so much to do,” she says, throwing the decidedly un-British drapes open to reveal snow falling.

“How do you mean?”

“Peter promised at the last hearing of grievances that we’d spend the first day it snowed making sure everyone had whatever they needed for the winter, and that’s today. He and Edmund are already at breakfast.”

“Oh, of course,” Lucy says, sliding out of bed. “Does everyone seem to be doing alright so far?”

“As far as I can tell, yes, but it's hardly as though I’ve left Cair Paravel. Peter wants to set out right after breakfast.”

“Or...we could leave now,” Lucy says. “I promised Mr. Tumnus we’d have tea the first day it snowed, even before Peter made his promise to the people. I want to be able to keep both. We’ve been friends nearly a year now, you know, and we want to celebrate.”

“It’s been a good year,” Susan smiles warmly. “Come on, let’s go and have breakfast.”

Lucy blinks the rest of her sleep away as they enter the dining hall.

“About time you woke up,” Edmund greets her around a mouthful of bread. “The snow’s almost finished falling, and Peter’s been wanting to leave for half an hour.”

“Don’t you want to?” Lucy frowns at him.

“Of course I do, but we might as well wait for you, and until the snow’s done falling.” Edmund explains this as though it were obvious.

“It’ll be done in a moment and we ought to be ready to go when it is,” Peter says shortly. “We have to reassure everyone that spring will come, and make sure they all have whatever is needed for the winter.”

“It’s not your fault, you know,” Lucy says quietly to the tension in Peter’s shoulders, his voice and hands.

“It isn’t,” Susan insists gently. “Of course, we’ll do whatever we can, but we’re part of how Aslan ended the winter. You can’t take responsibility for everything, Peter.”

“Even the raid on the--” Edmund begins, and Lucy gives him a look. “The girls are right,” he concludes. “Come on, Peter, we can get ready and leave as soon as you think we should.”

“Right,” Peter stands and nods to them. “Thank you all, and I’ll see you in the stables soon.” He leaves; Susan smiles and follows him, putting a hand on his arm as they head down the corridor. Lucy finishes breakfasting hastily and they head outside, taking the shortcut through the courtyard to the stable.

“They’re the oldest and we’re the youngest,” Edmund says, seemingly from nowhere.

“Yes,” Lucy says. “As it should be.” She pauses before going on. “Would you like to have tea with Mr. Tumnus and I later?”

“If you think I’d be welcome…” He trails off, and a shadow passes over his face.

“I know you would,” Lucy says firmly, and the sun breaks through the snow clouds, setting the world on fire.

[calormen]

                                        NEW YEARS APPRECIATION.

it isn’t unknown that 2019 was a difficult year for me, be it irl, or especially, in fandom. there were many hardships brought to light and thanks to the people on this list, be it support or be it genuine friendship, i’ve managed to come out on top. i truly appreciate you all, and i wish only the best for you in the years to come. remember to take time for yourselves, do something you enjoy, and treat yourselves often. you deserve the best.

DEAR FRIENDS:

@quecksilvereyes.

‘friends’ isn’t exactly the most applicable word here, is it. i’d like to put a ‘best’ before it, really, and use other more suitable titles altogether. but this isn’t a post to confess undying love or anything. i’ll save that for later. i’d like to thank you for sticking by me through the events of the past year and for making my 2019 something full of love despite the hardships. it was a truly difficult year for me, and you were there through all of it. just the thought that we were able to help each other and come out stronger for it warms me. you’re truly a skilled person, from crafting physically to with words, and everything you create is a delight. i hope 2020 is another good year for us, my love, and that we can continue to grow together.

@taintedcalamity

moh! dearest moh, you’re such a guiding light in this fandom. i’ve awed at your worldbuilding and character correction, and i’ve been warmed by how passionate and compassionate you get about matters that mean so much to you. without you and your support, i doubt i’d still be around here creating content. you’re a pleasure to have on my dash, and moreso to call a friend. thank you for all you do, i hope 2020 is a year where you gain the recognition for your creativity you deserve.

@danvers-carols

charl! i’d like to start off by saying i’m so proud of you. i’m proud of the content you create, you’re so dedicated! but more than anything, i’m proud that you took the time you needed away from tumblr and did what you needed. you’re such a strong person, and so creative too! i can only say things i’ve said before, as they remain as true as you do. thank you for your rationality, your patience, and how you took the time to listen and understand me. you’re a dear friend.

FURTHER UP  &  FURTHER IN:

hello all! i’m so happy you joined the server, and just knowing you are there makes me happy. you’re all such loving, creative people, and i am happy to know each and every one of you. in 2020, i hope we’re able to have activity, events, and general good times filled with fun and support. thank you for all you do. <3   |||  @lighofthewest @historyofnarnia @professorkirke @revirag @queerpevensies @myaekingheart @miraestrellxs @athomeinnarnia @taintedcalamity @flexhealer @supposewehaveonlydreamed .

BELOVED MUTUALS:

and here, finally, is the obligatory list of mutuals i don’t see myself unfollowing. you may have been mentioned above-- consider this a double down of my love! thank you for all you do, be it reblog, create, or chat! i find you all wonderful, and i’m glad we’re in the same space!  |||  @starkhavn @artemis-devotee @hotlinemojave @lighofthewest @abbotts @literaetures @bilbos @luxaofhesperides @taintedcalamity @cptn-brie @thequills @flexhealer @professorkirke @danvers-carols @ghcstxbcy @narniadreams @aravvis @telmarines @dirtycomputermp3 @quecksilvereyes @merlinn @alwaysinnarnia @jillpcle

[katiebug445]

My son @flexhealer is doing traditional art, discounted commissions if anybody is interested!!! A piece of his computer broke an he needs money.

[nonbinarylich]

And in the case of Barry and Lup, time enough to fall deeply and truly in love. Lup: me, Barry: @flexhealer , Photo: Red.

[fragmentedfossil]

anyways if anyones interested im on twitter and instagram @ flexhealer too if any of y'all are jumping ship

[simplyniadesign]

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[narniagiftexchange]

                      THE AUTUMN NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

              for: @tomyfortuneoftoilbound from @flexhealer.

MORE THAN MYTHS.

He had been told stories. For years, in secret he was told of the kings and queens of old. Myths, legends, tales of old, and even they had not held up to the real thing.

He always admired the Valiant Queen’s tenacity. In every story he was told, she threw all of herself into what she did. She cared little what happened to herself, as long as those she cared about were taken care of. The tales he heard of her in and out of battle always left him breathless. How he had admired the courage that went into protecting those one loves, even when they themselves seem against you.

Meeting her… he had never expected her to be younger than him. She seemed ageless in the stories. Just like her siblings, she had been through so much. But her laughter still rung true. The smallest of gestures to those who came across her…The pure selflessness she radiated warmed his heart. After everything, she still smiled. She had welcomed him as one of their own, holding his hand in her own, holding him in a tight embrace as if he were one of her brothers. When he would comment on it, she would just laugh and tell him, well of course, you are a brother to me. Just as the dryads and dwarves are my siblings, they are yours too.

The Just King had always held his rapt attention, maybe even more so than his younger sister had. His story had taken his heart and tore it. He saw the young boy who had just wanted to be seen, to be taken seriously. He had felt the hurt and betrayal. Not for one moment did he doubt that he wouldn’t redeem himself, but he still breathed in relief when he was told of how he worked so hard to protect their kingdom.

It didn’t take him even a second thought to know who the dark haired king was when they met. Although he had never seen him before, there was something about his eyes that seemed to pierce right through him; mind, body and soul. He could almost feel how he was sizing him up, his soul being weighed by the man who was known for being just above all else. None of it prepared him for how a smile slipped onto his face so easily as they spared. The young king's laugh had bellowed into the night air, catching him off guard. He fell to the ground from a blow, and instead of being berated he found a hand being offered to him instead. C’mon don’t be so serious, he had said with a smile on his lips. Let’s go again, you’re doing good.

As a young prince, diplomacy and the intricacies of monarch relations had always been at the bottom of the list of things he was interested in. As he grew older, as he began to see the cracks and flaws in his own family’s government, he gained a newfound respect for the Gentle Queen. She handled everything with poise and grace, never stuttering or stumbling. Even in her mistakes, she rectified them and made up for it tenfold. She was everything a monarch could hope to be in the realm of royal company.

The tales in which he grew up on, had spoken much about her beauty, but nothing had compared to seeing her in front of him. It made sense why in seemingly every story, she had suitors falling at her feet, begging for her hand in marriage. In the same vein, it made sense why she had rejected each and every one of them. She had no greater love than the love for her family and country. How could she focus on suitors, when she already had everything she wanted? He felt shallow, for a while, thinking about how he had dismissed her beforehand for taking on the traditionally more feminine role in government and even now for focusing on her beauty. He had always admired her younger sister for her ferocity in battle, in protecting their family. But seeing her now, he knew she was just the same. Her deadly accuracy coupled with her wit… it was enough to make anyone wary to anger her. In fact he went out of his way to make sure he never got on her bad side. Others may have thought he would ask her to train him in archery, instead he opted for reading quietly in the same room as her. The atmosphere was comforting, it had always felt like a welcoming space. You know you don’t have to be afraid of me, she spoke quietly once. Even if you are, I’ll still hold you dearly all the same.

The High King…. He always held respect for him. Maybe it was more intimidation, maybe it was jealousy. The tales of the Magnificent King always left him with a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was a good man, a man who cared for his country just as he cared for his siblings. Was this who he was supposed to model himself after as a king? Would he ever live up to this standard? The way he led his country, the way he leaned on his siblings for support while protecting them and their kingdom, was this who people expected him to be? The same weird feeling came back the moment he realized the boy who held a sword to him was the same as the man from the stories. This… arrogant, angry boy was the magnificent king of Narnia? They had argued, they had fought. Anger bubbling beneath the surface of both of them. But time changes things. He began to understand the man that he had been, the standards and expectations he had for himself. Somehow he would find the two of them staying up into the wee hours of the morning talking about nothing and everything. Of politics of this time, to stories they both had been told as children, to their own insecurities as leaders of their people. Don’t sell yourself short, the king had told him softly one evening, You are already a better man than I.

They were not born of this land, he had been told.

His uncle and those in his company would sneer and jeer at even the slightest mention of them. They were not from here, why would we still hold them in high regard? This was not their land, after all. It always confused him. How could they say the kings and queens of old had no right to this land? This land that they loved and cared for with every fibre of their being? He had seen it with his own eyes. In the younger queen’s smile, in the older’s patience. He had seen it within how the younger king held himself, and how the older let his flaws be seen. They belonged to this world, just as much as any of them did. This world had changed them, and they had changed this world. In every action, every word, every glance, this world was part of them, just as they were part of the world.

It made sense, hearing how the people had loved them. They had loved the people just as much as they loved each other. Just as much as he loved them.

Just as much as they loved him.

He knew that they would leave Narnia at the end of all of this. He knew from the moment he met them. Every moment was bittersweet. From laughing with the youngest, to arguing with the oldest. From sitting in companionable silence with the younger brother, to training with the older sister. There was an ache in his chest almost every moment But one day they would also return. This was their home, just as it was his, just as it will be his children’s, and their children’s.

For this family he had been welcomed into, would always come back together. May it be days, years, or even centuries past. They would find each other again, in this life or the next.

[katiebug445]

Y’all, @flexhealer is a goddamn GIFT i love him sfm

[katiebug445]

I really appreciate my friendship with @flexhealer because he’s like the only dude who understands my love for possums. 

[katiebug445]

Get to know me tag game!

Rules: Tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell thanks, love!

Nicknames: Katie, Katei, Kathleen there’s more but idk

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 5′3″

Sexuality: Boring and straight

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

Favourite animal: Cats, mice, rats.

Average hours of sleep: on average, five. six if im lucky

Dogs or cats: CATS. dogs are cool but C A T S 

Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 or 2 thick ones depending on the time of year.

Where I’m from: 'Murica

Dream trip: idk man cedar point.

When I created the account: September of 2010

Why I created the account: Originally, my blog was a place to post things about my nanowrimo story so people wouldn’t get spoiled. But after a week, I became fandom trash and never looked back.

TAGGING: @crustyy-loves-assbutt @stfubrandi @still-potassium-sulfate @lokishotpotato @theheartofatrickster @mckeitbeautiful @thisacelovesheadcanons @flexhealer @saxuallyactive @3ridanampora and whoever else is interested! Feel free to do it :)

[katiebug445]

@flexhealer AND I APPARENTLY HAVE MATCHING SCARS ON OUR THUMBS I’M LAUGHING SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

[katiebug445]

22, 29, 30

22 - list the top five things you spend the most time doing, in order.1. writing/plotting fanfic 2. listening to music 3. watching anime 4. reading 5. blogging 

29 - three songs that you connect with right now.1. Tell Me It’s Okay - Paramore 2. Africa by Toto 3. Champion - Fall Out Boy 

30 - pick one of your favorite quotes.“That’s him. That’s the puppet master that cursed my dick.” – @flexhealer. I think about that quote a fucking LOT, and i lose it every. single. time.