#narnia.

 —  made by the effervescent @gridman.

ARCHENLAND: Tropics, non-seasonal, with a grand city carved into a mountain that spans from base to a large shrine at the top for traditional ceremony. Not much for hunting, and hold a very vegetable & fruits based diets, though are good rearers of cattle and fowl. 

CALORMEN: Desert. Oasis-dotted, rich city ( grand, yet contained within the small amount of lush life there is in the desert ). They rely on the ( not-so-timely ) rains that come from the way of Telmar. Amazing horticulturalists, and tend to head developments in those regions.

NARNIA: Seasonal. The largest amount of diversity on the mainland, with rockier, river-ridden land to the north, dense forests to the west, oceans to the east, and great lakes to the south. Contained by mountainous borders all round, except east. The mountains west are insurmountable. Sort of a jack-of-all-trades scenario when it comes to trading, though their trades are very event-based ( refer to past headcanons on ‘blooming seasons’, as well as rare creature hunting & ceremony ).

TELMAR: Coastal, east of Calormen ( city ). The smallest city in the mainland, the coast dotted with caves, and surrounded by lush plant life and a steady line of trees. Fishing and textiles are their main trade. Their city is built into sheer white cliff faces. Known to work in-lieu with the Merfolk kingdom, which is North-East of their coastline, especially in fishing works and trading. Very independent before their collapse due to the famine ( headcanon referring to that previously stated but will be expanded upon ).

# doctor who. lobotomized me hard and lobotomized me early. don't ask me about companions because i only care about three of them organically. don't ask me about academy era thoschei because i'll try to bite your eyeballs out of your skull the second we disagree on the most irrelevant inconsequential detail. do listen to me read all of catherynne valente's deathless and then all of silk and shadow by tony pi and then remembering light by marie brennan and then kill me with a rock (it's a mercy kill).

# godmother of pearl. it's the globe theatre. it's silver horsehair on a violin bow. it's stained glass. it's the perfect single note that rings out across the auditorium. it's caliban, waking and crying to dream again. it's juliet, and ophelia, and miranda, and portia, and rosalind, and cordelia, and desdemona, and viola, and titania, and even peaseblossom and mustardseed. and yes, okay, it's a little bit about angels if angels were just sunbeams you had to beg.

# mahou shoujo. oh my god this is everything to me. it's about changing into nothing so much as yourself and it's about wishes more often than it isn't and it's about being a teenage girl without having to bow or scrape or make up for that fact. it's about eighty years of girls being witches and princes. specifically it's about princess tutu and madoka magica and lyrical girl nanoha and rozen maiden and cardcaptor sakura and and truly insane amount of pretty cure. it's also about beating a man to death with your bare hands because he's not actually better than you just because he can be crueller.

# narnia. tumblr user @cairnparavel here to let you know that i still think susan pevensie should be allowed to skin that lion-who-is-god. i think lewis had nothing worth listening to to say about her, about how she mourned and packed up and lived without the loss of her country and people a second time over, about her rejection of the innocence of youth and the wisdom of age, and about what that means for the kingdom of heaven. loadbearing “i was raised catholic and repressed 99% of it” elaborate mind palace. all i ever do is listen to lion’s teeth by the mountain goats and spiral psychologically. when being the final girl is a condemnation, and being the first girl is an anointment to lead the rapture. spits.

# o grwyn balaot ban wreith. tam lin -isms. tag is from dinogad's smock; specifically the lyric "of skins of martens [i] made [it]" because it's one of my favourite lines to sing from that lullabye. encompasses a lot of directionless medieval peasantry and telling the future from the entrails of birds and merlin moving backwards through time and shalott and the demoiselles du lac and the jewel of all-desiring when it was just a rock in the ground and wildflower honey and natural dyes and bleeding a cow out to butcher it and nettle tea.

# the palace perspective. shamelessly stolen from this series of essays about incest-as-patriarchy-as-gender-as-incest in revolutionary girl utena, which in turn inspired my pinterest board for characters and series that resonated hard and painfully with me as a survivor of sibling incest. the tag itself is probably less character-based and more a generic girl escapes house vibe but that's because tumblr is for text posts and lake mungo edits.

# they knew she was a witch. this is basically a cc / kinnie / general crazymaking tag about women in media whose mistreatment textually (and in fandom) arises from vitriolic misogyny. i am in the fucking trenches about these characters and if you ever say shit against them and i find out you like their male cast counterparts i'm going to peel you. part of a matching set of pinterest boards with the palace perspective given the everything about how misogyny and incestual violence overlap. some characters like susan pevensie aren't in here because they get an entire tag to themselves.

# vampires. being cast aside, and devoting your heart forever after to clawing down the walls that were built to keep you out. it’s about making eye contact with your own death after the fact and refusing to lie down and rot obediently, about making everyone who would avert their eyes see every worm and every piece of bone. a resentful collection of the obvious 'pyre aesthetic that i never see elsewhere: fabric in strips, slick from the too-dark earth of your own grave, hair growing after burial not as an urban myth but as a small warning.

location:  cair  paravel.

Thank you! That was a great prompt-- thanks to whatever kind anonymous sent it. 

Can we talk about Lucy Pevensie?  

Let’s talk about Lucy riding to war to defend Archenland, her hair braided back, her bow string pulled back to her cheek. Let’s talk about her clear, clear eyes sighting down the arrow shaft. 

Lucy worked in the healing tents after battles. She kept her magical vial tucked in a pouch that hung over her heart and learned to bind wounds and splint limbs.

Peter went green at healing tents the way he never did at war, but he did a walk-through anyway, after every skirmish, each pitched fight. He clasped hands and thanked them, took soldiers’ letters for their sweethearts and made sure they got delivered.

Lucy tied her hair back, rolled up her sleeves, and went to work.

When the Pevensies tumbled back through the Wardrobe, after a decade and a half of rule, Lucy left her healing vial behind. Peter left his sword and Susan left her horn, but the space over Lucy’s heart felt cold for the rest of her life.