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Call me Rose! My gender is a *insert weird noise here* but I’m fine with she/her/they. Really just be polite and it’s all good. Can Poet be a gender? Hmmm must think on this. This blogger is 30+ because the passage of time is a trap no one can escape from. Except vampires but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who wants to drink blood?

 I’m an avid bookwyrm with a massive hoard of a TBR Pile and an even larger library of books I’ve loved. Discovering fanfiction only increased my consumption of words and my fic bookmarks are a vast labyrinth to get lost in. 

This blog is a mix of books and miscellaneous fandoms run 90% by queue to give some verisimilitude of functionality/organization to my chaos. I do tag. Mostly basic tags with a rare creative tag from the early days but my tagging system is pretty self-explanatory.

Feel free to ask questions please! I love to talk books!!!

Current Reading Tag || Original Posts || 2026 Reading

And under the cut is a list of authors & fandoms that show up on my blog, well a smattering of them anyway!

chevs-and-spiders:

mock narnia cover

alendesy:

Inktober Day 17 • Ornate

Things never happen the same way twice

midnightmart:

Attempted a Susan Pevensie and then gave up

amalthiaph:

HAPPY NARNIA DAY!!

And Happy 75th Anniversary to The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

Thank you, C. S. Lewis for making my childhood magical.

And also my life.

eatsleepandsing:

my sister susan is no longer a friend of narnia

florence and the machine / the chronicles of narnia: prince caspian (2008) / the dears / frank bidart / @curseworm

tropicoola:

a daughter of eve

amalthiaph:

✨ Designing Characters in The Horse and His Boy: Queen Susan the Gentle ✨ (scroll down for the breakdown of the design)

I apologize for disappearing. I had an art crisis. I liked my latest art style but it wasn’t as fulfilling as my 2024 one but the 2024 one is burdensome. So, I combined both.

I manually drew all the patterns that you see in this illustration. Five minutes into it and I began questioning my life choices.

Also, I am feeling a bit hopeless since Monday. There are only two beacons of hope for me. And here’s what happened to both of them this week:

As a lapsed Catholic, there’s only one Catholic person that I still love, respect, and admire. Sadly though, he died last Monday. My initial reaction was denial: I did not want to believe that we now live in a world where there’s no more Pope Francis. The next day, I was beginning to accept and hope that the next pope would also serve with as much (or better, with even more) compassion and love as Pope Francis.

Then, I came across a news that the only public servant that I admire went on to support the senatorial bid of a homophobic holier-than-thou politician (you know him, I’m pretty sure) and I am beginning to lose respect for her. And I just want to go full Obi-Wan Kenobi on her and say, “It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them!”

sannel:

To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant. To the great western wood, King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle. And to the clear northern sky, I give you King Peter the Magnificent.

Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.

An amazing art by CrazyTom.

P.S. Art is published with permission of the author. Please, do not repost!

zannolin:

suddenly overwhelmed by the concept of the pevensies haunting narnia a thousand years not by their own will. not by their own power. but on summer nights, before the forests grew up tall and impenetrable, they say you could see lights beaming out from the ruins on the eastern shore. during first snowfall a golden-haired girl dances barefoot in the woods. a swan-winged ship haunts the coasts. at least once in their lives every caspian of the telmarine line entered the hall to see a man with a lion-headed sword and oak leaves on his brow sitting upon the throne, though he was never there when they looked again, and they never spoke of it to anyone.

for a hundred years after they left, for a thousand, narnia slumbered. and while she slumbered, she dreamed. it was never really the pevensies themselves who slipped in and out of narnia’s silver years. it was never really the pevensies who haunted it. but then again, what is a ghost but another kind of memory?

nervestatic:

sister, queen, narnian

lenoreamidala:

voyage of the dwan treader, 1952

“It isn’t Narnia, you know,“ sobbed Lucy. "It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. Andhow can we live, never meeting you?”
“But you shall meetme, dear one,” said Aslan.
“Are -are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.
“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

solar-satan:

I think I’m using Narnia fanart as like a way to practice a bunch of art fundamentals I haven’t brushed up on in ages, visually those films have so much great inspiration and elements built for some lit compositions.

This might be my favourite so far I really got to push the reference

nothinggold13:

“His dying breath has brought me life,
I know that it is finished.”

How Deep the Father’s Love // Stuart Townend

brl7v:

kai-arts-blog:

Edmund Pevensie study

Went so many hiatus that I don’t know how to render my art