#peter the magnificent

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Peter, fifteen and fresh out of a bloody and brutal war, sneaking out of Cair Paravel in the middle of the night and going to the river, sticking his head into ice-cold water to shock himself out of a nightmare riddled sleep. Narnia won, but at what cost?

Peter, lying in Susan's bed with his fingers curled tightly into the fabric of her skirts, dried tear tracks on his face and Susan singing quietly in an effort to comfort him. Her fingers pick apart the strands of his hair and he falls asleep only to wake up an hour later with screams on his lips.

Peter, wrapping his arms around an Edmund who has returned from war and murmuring frantic thanks to the Gods for keeping him alive. He presses kisses on Edmund's forehead, cheeks, nose and eyelids, and considers the idea of never letting any of his siblings out of his sight ever again.

Peter, sitting on the High King's throne at the age of thirteen and wondering if he is worthy of this, if he deserves this, if he is capable of this. He is thirteen and barely knows anything about anything and he is High King who should know everything about everything is he worthy is he deserving is he capable he does not know—

Peter, in Lucy's room sitting on the floor with his back pressed to her bed, allowing her to braid flowers into his hair as he stares at the wall. The Victory Parade is in a few hours, but they lost many soldiers and people and Peter has lost sleep and sanity and good friends. Narnia has won but Peter has lost.

Peter, carrying a candle to the Castle Library at two in the morning and pulling out a book about children's fables. He cannot sleep, might as well distract himself. The candle dies down and the sun comes up, and Peter drags himself back to his quarters to get ready.

Peter, who locks himself in his chambers and does not come out for days and days, who refuses food and drink and buries himself under his blankets and stares out the window with blank eyes and slack eyebrows, who does not speak and does not cry and pushes his face into his pillow and screams for the nightmares to go away please I'll do better I just want to sleep please stop please—

Peter, who wants peace and contentment, but cannot help but go to war. Peter, who is quiet and introspective but needs to be loud and abrasive because he is High King. Peter, who wishes he could put down the sword that he wields as easily as he breathes.

Peter, who desires peace, but becomes a God of War

[hiraethandmist]

How far do you go, son of Adam?

You've been ripped away from your kingdom. Your body split in half. Forcing calloused fingers stained with blood into the hands of childhood again. The weight of the world no longer a burden you could carry with a birdlike frame. Your brow naked without heavy gold biting into its skin. Your side weak without a shield bearing red.

How far do you go, fallen warrior?

Your presence no longer brought trembling. Men turned towards you in disdain with half-smirked lips, looking down instead of above. They tossed their daggers -- Boy, Student, Child -- and you learned to wield them. The air crackled as you felt the wind of another world come upon you and suddenly they were scrambling away with broken mouths and bloody noses as your hands became weapons oozing scarlet. Once again you grinned like a lion.

How far do you go, crimson king?

You've become your own sword in a land without. Sharpened every edge until glancing your way felt like slicing one's heart on a blade. But you found your own battlefield. A reckless domain of flying metal beasts that spit fire and destruction. No longer were you tied to the earth. You grew razor wings that gleamed like death in the glare of the sun. A silver dagger slicing through the perfect blue until your eyes and the Northern Sky became one and the same. Whooping loudly, howling madly as you dived down to hell. A king once again.

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Shoutout to @bloodybigwardrobe who has been such an inspiration for all of my Narnia stories <3

[bambieyedoll]

⊹ ⋆ ꒰ఎﾟMOODBOARD ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

peter pevensie⠀⠀ ﹝〝⠀golden age⠀!⠀⠀╱︎⠀⠀high king, the magnificent .⠀﹞ the chronicles of narnia .

[lovelyllamasblog]

Kings and Queens of Narnia inspired by @fairmerthefarmer's artwork.

(The first picture is Lucy according to the books and the second is according to the movies.)

Peter's flower is a gift from Lucy.

I headcanon Lucy is the one who sneaks out of the palace the most, and one of her siblings (usually Edmund), has to get her and escort her back.

I made the crowns silver and gold for contrast.

[nightingale2004]

Fans of the Chronicles of Narnia and Bridge to Terabithia

I have made this post to summon those of you who have seen and read about these worlds to ask and tell you all this idea.

What if Terabithia was a part of the Narnian world. Now I'm not saying it is, I know my fandoms, but what if it was?

What if during the time the Pevensie siblings were ruling their kingdom, they came to the Kingdom of Terabithia meeting King Jesse and his sister Princess May Belle.

What if Jesse and Leslie (before she passed) encountered the world of Narnia and the kingdom of Terabithia similarly to how the Pevensie siblings did?

What if the adventures Jesse and Leslie had were actually happening but in Narnia?

DUUUUUUUDES!!!!!! I have NO DOUBT May Belle and Lucy would've been besties, and Jesse and Edmund and Peter would've gotten along well along with Susan.

[h-a-r-m-o-n-i-a]

Edmund*to himself*: Why are you so worried? He is Peter the Magnificent, king of the Narnia and your older brother after all...

Also Edmund five seconds later*grabbing his sword*: He is not gonna survive this!

[tianmicons]

[lokotrona11]

Okay but the fact that Peter is the Magnificent 🫠😵‍💫

[karver518]

Hi there, so funny little idea.

Y/n decided why not mess with shadow milk since he likes mess around. Let's mess with his dreams a little.

Shadow milk is having a nice dream until it takes a turn, but no worries, Dreamweaver y/n is here to save poor shadow milk..... he wakes up...... WHY IS Y/N BIGGER THAN HIM!?

Y/n is angry how dare he trap them in a jar! Now accept this punishment and stay in a jar yourself. And shadow milk trapped in a jar for "hours" waiting for Dreamweaver y/n to reappear but dozes off and wakes up.....now shadow milk and y/n the same size. And would you look at that he is a moth too! But y/n wisks him away, saying it's time to wake up.

Shadow milk wakes up for real this time finds Dreamweaver y/n fast asleep probably exhausted.

Basically, it's a dream within a dream within a dream.

This idea is so so so silly I love it a lot

I like to imagine this would be the reaction of it after he wakes up

It is as if he knows they did it giggling (he knows)

[dragonroses]

[jadewestwriter]

No matter what you do don't think about the people at the edge of Bobby's life who no one will know to tell he's dead.

The cashier at the grocery store closest to the station, who has A shifts schedule basically memorized, wondering why no one is coming by to get food for family dinners anymore. The guy at the farmers market wondering where his regular with all the great recipes went. The neighbors he's never met faintly remembering the smell of bbqs on weekends and sounds of laughter coming from the backyard of a burned down house. The ex partners of firefighters never really belonging in the group but always remembering the kind captain with a welcoming smile and wonderful food who made them feel welcome in a group as tight knit as a fire house. The kids on class trips who may never know he's gone but finding pictures of them on a class trip years later wearing a too big jacket with the name Nash on it. The firefighters who transferred out of the 118 who hold kind words and good advice close to their heart. The dispatcher so used to the one voice of reason in the midst of the chaos that are calls for the 118, wondering where their team spirit went. People at his AA meetings, knowing they could always depend on Bobby, knowing he'd never pass judgement. Members of his church, who sat behind him for years sometimes seeing a familiar head and thinking it's him. It never is. The future captains of the 118 being held to a standard they can never achieve, because one man changed what leadership in the LAFD means. The legend of the 118 under Captain Nash haunting the department and the station. Robert Han who will grow up with a name that comes with a legacy he will never fully get. Just the impression of a hole someone left in his family.

Just don't think about it.

[amalthiaph]

✨ Redesigning Costumes in Narnia ✨ Part 4: Luke Skywalker High King Peter's Coronation Parade Outfit (I lost confidence in this halfway through LMAO)

I don't know why he ended up looking like Luke Skywalker here. Maybe something 'you can take the girl out of Star Wars but you can't take the Star Wars out of the girl'.

And since this part of the draw series is over, I wanted to share a little trivia to all the users who's known me only recently: All of the write-ups weren't typed in. It wasn't a font, it was my handwriting. All of these are handwritten.

Also, happy 19th anniversary to The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.

Other: Susan, Edmund, Lucy

[the-jules-world]

thoughts on the Pevensies returning home

Peter Pevensie was a strange boy. His mind is too old for his body, too quick, too sharp for a boy. He walks with a presence expected of a king or a royal, with blue eyes that darken like storms. He holds anger and a distance seen in veterans, his hand moving to his hip for a scabbard that isn't there - knuckles white. He moves like a warless soldier, an unexplained limp throwing his balance. He writes in an intricate scrawl unseen before the war, his letters curving in a foreign way untaught in his education. Peter returned a stranger from the war, silent, removed, an island onto himself with a burden too heavy for a child to bear.

Only in the aftermath of a fight do his eyes shine; nose burst, blood dripping, smudged across his cheek, knuckles bruised, and hands shaking; he's alive. He rises from the floor, knighted, his eyes searching for his sisters in the crowd. His brother doesn't leave his side. They move as one, the Pevensies, in a way their peers can't comprehend as they watch all four fall naturally in line.

But Peter is quiet, studious, and knowledgeable, seen only by his teachers as they read pages and pages of analytical political study and wonderful fictional tales. "The Pevensie boy will go far," they say, not knowing he already has.

His mother doesn't recognize him after the war. She watches distrustfully from a corner. She sobs at night, listening to her son's screams, knowing nothing she can do will ease their pain. Helen ran on the first night, throwing Peter's door open to find her children by his bedside - her eldest thrashing uncontrollably off the mattress with a sheen of sweat across his skin. Susan sings a mellow tune in a language Helen doesn't know, a hymn, that brings Peter back to them. He looks to Edmund for something and finds comfort in his eyes, a shared knowing. Her sons, who couldn't agree on the simplest of discussions, fall in line. But Peter sleeps with a knife under his cushion. She found out the hard way, reaching for him during one of his nightmares only to find herself pinned against the wall - a wild look in Peter's eye before he staggered back and dropped the knife.

Edmund throws himself into books, taking Lucy with him. They sit for hours in the library in harmony, not saying a word. His balance is thrown too, his mind searching for a limp that he doesn't have, missing the weight of his scabbard at his side. He joins the fencing club and takes Peter with him. They fence like no one else; without a worthy adversary, the boys take to each other with a wildness in their grins and a skillset unforeseen in beginner fencers. Their rapiers are an exertion of their bodies, as natural as shaking hands, and for the briefest time, they seem at peace. He shrinks away from the snow when it comes, thrust into the darkest places of his mind, unwilling to leave the house. He sits by the chessboard for hours, enveloped in his studies until stirred.

Susan turns silent, her mind somewhere far as she holds her book. Her hands twitch too, a wince when the door slams, her hand flying to her back where her quiver isn't. She hums a sad melody that no one can place, mourning something no one can find. She takes up archery again when she can bear a bow in her hands without crying, her callous-less palms unfamiliar to her, her mind trapped behind the wall of adolescence. She loses her friends to girlishness and youth, unable to go back to what she was. Eventually, she loses Narnia too. It's easier, she tells herself, to grow up and move on and return to what is. But her mourning doesn't leave her; she just forgets.

Lucy remains bright, carrying a happier song than her sister. She dances endlessly, her bare feet in the grass, and sings the most beautiful songs that make the flowers grow and the sun glisten. Though she has grown too, shed her childhood with the end of the war. She stands around the table with her sister, watching, brow furrowed as her brothers play chess. She comments and predicts, and makes suggestions that they take. She reads, curled into Edmund's side as his high voice lulls her to sleep with tales of Arthurian legends. She swims, her form wild and graceful as she vanishes into the water. They can't figure out how she does it - a girl so small holding her breath for so long. She cries into her sister, weeping at the loss of her friends, her too-small hands too clumsy for her will.

"I don't know our children anymore," Helen writes to her husband, overcome by grief as she realizes her children haven't grown up but away into a place she cannot follow.

[accioroyals]

when adam’s flesh and adam’s bone,

sits at cair paravel in throne,

the evil time will be over and done

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photos from pinterest

[nightingale2004]

Meet my Narnia oc

Alina: female

Age: 13-28 (the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe), 1300+ (Prince Caspian and Dawn Treader)

Appearance:

Family: Professor Diggory Kirk (former guardian), The Pevensies (sibling figures), Aslan (father)

Personality: caring, loyal, reliable, kind, compassionate, intelligent, patient, calm, level-headed, playful, strong-willed, generous, devoted, respectful, open-minded, selfless, honorable, determined, brave, stubborn

Epithet: The True

Title/status: Guardian and advisor to the sons of Adam and daughters of Eve (formerly), Queen of Narnia (now)

Species: Sorceress

Items/jewelry: silver locket w/ a heart engraved (glows when opened and/or at full power. Given by Father Christmas)

Weapons: dagger, sword w/ a lion head hilt, bow and arrow quiver (her initials are on the quiver/ also a gift from father christmas)

Love interest: Caspian X

Extra: Before Alina was born, it was prophesied that a guardian of the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve would be born and would ensure their claim to the thrones of Cair Paravel and they would also be powerful sorceress to help defeat the white witch and end her reign. After Alina was born, the cold winter winds of Narnia blew a warmth of hope telling everyone in Narnia that the guardian was born including Jadis the white witch, so she sent her army to find her and eliminate her and those who harbored her. Alina's mother was confronted by Aslan in a dream. He told her about Alina's destiny, and he promised that she would be safe, but she would have to be separated from her family for her safety. So Alina's mother gave her to Aslan, who transported her to earth in the home of Professor Diggory Kirk, where he raised her with Macready. As she grew up, she went back to Narnia once where she met Mr. Tumnus, but after that one journey, she never went back again until she met the Pevensies. After she met the Pevensies, she immediately loved them and felt a pull towards them to protect them, and from then on she never left their side, until they left Narnia for their home on earth, but Alina this time remained in Narnia

[h-a-r-m-o-n-i-a]

Lucy: Do you remember our talk about Halloween's decorations, Pete?

Peter: Yes?

Lucy: Well... Ed told me he's going to made them by himself...

Peter: And?

Lucy: And I can't find Caspian!

Peter*smiling*: And?