#narina

[pershing100]

Port Edgar, South Queensferry

[nostalgicninjas]

Marina Nunier - In The End, Linkin Park

[kstarlitchaotics]

I am not at all over the moon with the upcoming Narina

Maybe it's just my own skepticism about the way it's going because of how Hollywood views Christianity now so forgive me if I seem a down play with this

But it'd be one thing if it was a full fledge movies readaptation but it's coming from Netflix and while I use Netflix (mostly to rewatch old series) I know they're not big on religious matters no matter how much they try to prove it

So my concern is are they going to have Aslan as the name that we know in this world or are they going to change it

[anarkhe-bringer]

//Would you believe me if I said Arkhe and Narina are genuinely good friends

[kad-dala]

Beautiful design

Personal Beskar’gam

[mountkennedie]

Siren

Prince Caspian x mermaid!reader

Summary: Caspian goes on a late night stroll and gets intercepted by a mermaid

warnings: none

The reader has long hair, other than that, there aren't any character descriptions

A.N. I have been thinking about this so much over the past few months omg

Being a prince, Caspian had many responsibilities. But being a human, he needs to escape from those duties from time to time. What seemed to calm his mind the best was a late night stroll on the coast of Cair Paravel.

Due to the full moon, the sands glitter in a way no gem could ever replicate. He thought the only thing that could compliment the beauty of the sparkling sands was the illuminated water. Just standing there, Caspian felt the stress lifting off his body. The salty sea air was always something he was a fan of. The feeling of its breeze through his hair only made the entire scene that much better.

There were some rocks along the coastline. He would normally not pay them any mind. However, when an unusual sound emitted from them, his head whipped around. His eyes scanned to find a pair looking back at him.

He drew his sword immediately, pointing it at the creature. "Who are you," he questioned. All sorts of things can exist in the lands of Narnia, and anything that would be out at such an hour is one of suspicion. Especially one that already had its eyes set on him.

The creature shied behind the rock. From a different angle, she peered back at him. The moonlight glazed her skin in an ethereal glow, and before the prince realized, he had taken a few steps towards her. "Call me, Y/n."

Her voice was smooth and soft. He felt himself begin to drift away in it. He took yet another step closer, now only a yard or two from the rock she hid behind. With grace and caution, she climbed the large stone until she reached the top. She rested on her forearms, now at eye level with the prince.

Caspian's eyes took in the new view of her. She wore nothing on her upper half, relying solely on her flowing hair to cover her frame. His breath began to shallow, never in his life had the prince seen a woman in such an ease of wardrobe. He used his extensive self-control to bring his focus back to her eyes. And her eyes were another pool to fall into. Everything about this mysterious woman was holding him captive, and he could not figure out why. Nor did he want to put up any resistance.

"And yours?" She spoke once again in a voice of velvet. He almost didn't register that she said anything at all.

"Hmm?" He hummed. In any other context, he knew it would be rude to simply hum instead of coming up with the words to say what he meant. But in this moment, his brain was taking on more and more fog with every second he was near her. He was not focused on being the well-mannered prince as he always was.

The woman smiled, "Your name, dear sailor."

"Oh, yes," his voice was breathy. The smile she provided him only worsened his condition. The fog in his mind had crept to the rest of his body. He hadn't even realized he was up against her rock. "Caspian. And I'm not a sailor, I'm a prince." Every word that he could conjure came spilling from his lips. He wanted her to speak again, smile again, anything. It was astonishing how quickly she had gotten him under her finger.

"A prince." She maintained her smile as she reached a hand out and touched his chest. "I would have thought as much. You wear the finest of leathers." Her hand stayed on his chest. And he made no effort to remove it.

He hummed again in response. He wore a smile on his face that proved how removed he was from sanity. She moved her hand up over his heart, his hand came and met her there. The warmth of his palm sealed her to him.

"Would you like to see the rest of me, dear prince?" She spoke in a whisper. He only nodded in response. She smiled once again and lifted her tail out of the water. She allowed herself to wrap a bit around the rock to make sure the moon made her scales shimmer.

He gasped, and she looked back at him. At first, I was nervous that she had scared him off. But he only stared. His eyes soon traveled back up to hers, and his pupils were completely blown. She knew she had him.

"You are most beautiful," his voice was airy. His breath steadied, and his eyes were trained on hers. With her other hand, she placed it on the right side of his face. He leaned into the touch and, for a moment, allowed his eyes to shut.

"As are you, dear prince."

How it happened was simple. She held onto him as she descended the rock. Held his hand from the shallow water, deeper and deeper. Until the water was too high for his feet to hit the bottom. And before she dragged him to the depths, an idea of mercy came to mind. He was a prince and a handsome one at that. Maybe something could brew between them. So she kissed him and filled his lungs with the new ability to no longer rely on air. Then, drug him down underneath the waves.

[surtomtenisse]

Love this tv-trope about Bodies (2023):

Uptight Loves Wild: Alfred Hillinghead, the very picture of a married middle-class Victorian, who is so far in the closet that he could probably find Narnia, falls in love with Henry Ashe, an outspoken, lower class journalist, who is so outrageous by Victorian standards that he doesn't even wear a hat.

[disneymbti]

Lucy Pevensie mbti, please? Thank you!

Hi there, sweetie! I really hope you like this a lot!

Lucy Pevensie's MBTI Type, Big Three, Enneagram Type and Moral Alignment Type

MBTI Type: INFP [The Mediator]

INFPs value time alone or with very small groups and can often feel exhausted after spending time with large groups of people.

They tend to focus on the big picture and don’t get lost on the smaller details. They have strong intuitions and often follow their gut instincts.

Mediators tend to prioritize emotion and make decisions that feel right. They are very diplomatic and can easily understand others' emotions.

They are very flexible in their schedules. INFPs like to keep their options open and tend to be more spontaneous.

Big Three: Cancer Sun, Libra Moon and Pisces Rising

Cancer Sun: Ruled by the Moon, Cancers are emotionally mature, intuitive, sensitive, and artistic. They are guided by their tender, loving, and protective hearts.

Libra Moon: Moon in Libra is makes for a relationship-oriented individual. They may base their decisions upon how they are viewed by others. 

Pisces Rising: The Pisces ascendant commits fully to their beliefs, and has an active imagination.

Enneagram Type: 9w1 [The Negotiator]

Basic Fear: Nines with a one wing are afraid of being separated from the rest of the world and losing what matters to them.

Basic Desire: They desire peace, both internally and externally. Their type one wing encourages them to make their idealized, peaceful world a reality.

Negotiators defend themselves by participating heavily in routine to distract themselves and avoid negative emotions.

Moral Alignment Type: Neutral Good [The Benevolent]

These characters seek to do good, but are flexible in how they achieve it, valuing both order and freedom.

[stardust948]

There should be an "All of the Above" option

[kay-oh-al-tea-sea]

why are there so many christians in this fandom? this is the queerest book series of all time, and them being here with "Christian" in their bios make me really uncomfortable

[oxalisvtesblog]

[birdstudies]

March 27, 2023 - Narina Trogon (Apaloderma narina) These trogons are found in a variety of habitats including rainforests and savanna woodlands in central and southern Africa. They feed primarily on insects, especially caterpillars, cicadas, and stick insects, as well as small lizards and frogs. Breeding throughout the year, depending on the area of their range, they nest in tree cavities. Both parents incubate the eggs and feed the chicks.

[nostalgicninjas]

Elite Dynamics: Marina Nunier Osuna & Nano García Domínguez

That’s the number we were given in the clinic when she went to have an abortion. We left before they called us. Do you know why? Because we were so in love, we thought we could have a kid together. What a pair of idiots. I was so madly in love with your daughter that I kept this shitty little piece of paper as a keepsake. It’s the only thing I have of hers. The only thing I can touch. Do you really think I could have been capable of hurting your daughter? Do you really think that?

[kstarlitchaotics]

I got this on my trip to the bookstore a few months back and so glad I did cause according to the description it has all of Lewis's collection(along with side stories) of Narina and it was so worth it ✨

[podartists]

Narina, Hapaloderma narina | Die Vögel (1913) | Alfred Edmund Brehm (1829-1884) | Biodiversity Heritage Library

[estelanel]

Tag Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

I was tagged by @narina-vhey with the word MOUSE. I haven't written in literal ages and I've just opened my latest WIP for the first time in probably like, 2 years? But let's find some sentences! :D Maybe it'll inspire me to write more of them, so thank you Narina. <3

M - “More importantly, though, is Beau gonna come for us if we screw up?”

O - “On the basis of multiple reports, discussions, and speculations on the case I have compiled three theories that I think are most likely, which I’m going to present to you now.”

U - “Unless she drained herself of, like, three to four gallons of blood.”

S - “Sure, but again: wouldn’t there be a million more likely allegations you could make before relic theft?”

E - “Emphasis being on ‘shit’ here.”

I'm tagging @i-was-bored-so-this-happened, @skatingthinandice, @pixieposts, @thefinalfronturl and @leadmeastraylittlefairy (if y'all want to do it) with the word WORM. :D