NARNIA GIFT EXCHANGE: AUTUMN 2020!

  hello, and welcome to the fourth exchange hosted over here on narniagiftexchange! we’d like to welcome the new season and new beginnings with a gift exchange! this is our second autumn exchange– and it starts off our second set of seasons after a break! we hope you enjoy this exchange!

  if you’d like to enter, fill in THIS FORM by SEPTEMBER 23RD with your preferences, and we will enter you into our match-ups. you will receive your gift assignments by SEPTEMBER 30TH, and the soft deadline will be OCTOBER 20TH. the hard deadline is OCTOBER 28TH . all gifts will be posted on OCTOBER 30TH.

                                       any questions? check out our FAQ HERE .

                                 we wish you a lovely autumn, and happy gifting!

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008), dir. Andrew Adamson

*buys a crappy replica of susan's horn on ebay and blows on it in hopes of the four kings and queens of old would come back and save us from this awful year of 2020*

- The Once and Future King, by T.H. White

high king peter the (ง'̀-‘́)ง

alwaysinnarnia >> highqueen

new url! i’d really appreciate it if mutuals could signal boost!

i’ll still track #userzebra

UPDATE:

We are making a discord server around the seasonal gift exchange. If you have taken part in an exchange, plan to take part in the upcoming one, or sometime in the future, this server is open to you! Here you can talk about the exchange, meet the other gift givers, and chat about narnia in general.

If you are interested in the server and would like to join for updates, community, or anything at all, please DM @calormen. He will give you a link for you to join!

Thanks for reading, and joyful spring!

concepts: the case against the Lion

Here’s a concept:                                                                                                  (Here’s a question:) I am alive.

Lion;              you great, terrible thing              all teeth and claws and;                               breath as foul as rotten meat                                                         (chunks of ice, of glass all frozen,                                                          stuck to the roof of your maw.)

I am alive. in my world in this, my, country:              made of fog and rain and grey faces, tired still                             (made of lead and iron and bricks, all red as blood                                          dripping from your teeth)

Lion;

when I was twelve years old and trembling, frozen hair all curled teeth too small; too big cheeks flushed red              from all her cold

I stepped into this, your, world and–                                                        what did you see? A child? A girl, her hair heated and curled and dying? A warrior, with little trembling hands, bow steady as magic? A Queen? A doll?

what am I, Lion? to you – this world?

                                                                   Am I                                                                             a monarch?                                                                             a ruler?                                                                             teeth and arrows and horn?                                                                             a girl?                                                                             a woman?                                                                             a statue, hollowed and unmoving                                                                             and crumbling away?                                                                             a story?                                                                             a song?

Am I a lullaby, Lion? am I salvation, am I the world at your paws? Who am I? What am I for?

Lion; you terrible thing          you grand, terrible thing          your teeth at my throat                           at my hands                           at my head

here I am:

the ground is ripped open my breath a cloud of mist from my mouth                                                                            all the way down to my chest my lashes wet              my cheeks blotched                            my siblings; my cousin, cold in this English soil

And I;              alive in this England.              in this, my world: amongst open caskets and open graves and doors                            firmly shut.

 Lion; here I am          heaving          silent still.

happy belated birthday @kuweiyulbo ♥

                                           THE AUTUMN NARNIAN GIFT EXCHANGE.

                                                 for @calormen  by  @taintedcalamity .

build me a bloodline, build me a bond | f.o. (insp.)

Make me choose → comics-and-comedies asked: Susan or Lucy ?

            a super quick lucy study from her prince caspian look. i’m working on merging my styles a little closer to semi-realism for my new prints!

narnia characters: the pevensies

Hello everyone! I’m looking for some new blogs to follow <3 if you fit any of the criteria, please reblog this post so I can check out your blog!

Remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure which no one is too poor to buy.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye