i can’t stop thinking about what happened right after the pevensies were crowned, knowing literally nothing about narnia or how to be kings and queens, so here are a bunch of headcanons
THE FIRST YEAR
After Aslan departs, the merriment at Cair Paravel goes on for three days. There is dancing and feasting, and the new kings and queens sleep wherever they fall, then awake and join in again. When they rise at noon on the third day, the castle is emptier and quieter than before, and there is work to be done.
The first thing they realise is that there is no furniture in Cair Paravel. There’s the odd stone bench, and all the glorious carvings and statues, and the thrones of course, but not a single scrap of wood. Every last splinter was stripped out during the Great Winter and burnt for fuel. They sleep in the simple beds from Aslan’s camp and eat sitting on the floor with their subjects, and it feels rather like camping in their own castle, like another adventure.
These early days are not like the coronation with all its pomp and splendour. Susan folds all their wine-stained finery into a pile and they do not wear clothes so rich as that again for a long time. Instead they wear practical leather and linen and their lessons are not in statecraft, but in combat, butchery, agriculture. Food is the thought in everyone’s minds after the Winter scarcity, with the land now so green and giving. And Peter’s shoulders grow broad and strong at the plough, and Susan finds the oldest of the wood-people and coaxes them out to the fields to teach those born in the Winter how to sow, and Edmund proves himself something of a genius with mechanical solutions, and Lucy delights in learning all the types of seeds and nurturing them under the sun. And before long they all four are lean and tanned and calloused at the palm with field work.
Summer brings news that a knot of remaining Fell Beasts has grown in the West, gathering their strength through the spring. Peter and Edmund, both pale and determined, don their armour again and ride out with a band of soldiers. In the weeks they are gone the first foreign delegation arrives: a group of Archenlandish nobles who approach the castle to present themselves before the thrones of Aslan’s chosen sovereigns, only to be led out into the fields away from the castle to a girl of eight with two simple braids, wearing leggings and boots, carrying out water. She drops her buckets with a gappy grin and sticks out her dirty hand as she is proudly announced as ‘Queen Lucy the Valiant’, and it is the start of a long and prosperous friendship.
The boys return from their bloody sweep through the west as the leaves start to fall, both taller and harder-faced. The harvest brings a bustle of trade, but after that the land goes hushed and fearful. With the cold comes the first of the mutterings that the summer may only have been a brief respite brought by Aslan; without him, what certainty is there that winter will lift again? And the cold starts to sink its teeth in.
It has been so long since the Narnians have seen a natural winter that they have forgotten that even without enchantment it is hard and cold. Edmund grows quiet and sleepless when the snow comes, and between this and Lucy’s night-time chills, Peter and Susan move all four of them into Peter’s room, which is small and easily warmed by its cavernous fireplace. It’s better to burn one fire than four and they abandon their individual wooden beds for a large heap of furs and blankets, taking heat from each other as the Animals do.
Edmund and Lucy hardly leave the castle all that winter. Lucy is too small to be trudging through the deep snows and Peter and Susan are keen to keep Edmund out of the cold, so when their people need aid, Peter straps his sword to his back and Susan straps her quiver to hers, and they venture out together into the merciless winter, leaving Edmund in charge of the castle and of Lucy for days and occasionally weeks at a time. It’s a clear and complete signal of trust which quiets some unfriendly whispers, and such important duties help keep him from darker thoughts of the previous winter.
No one is keen to waste precious food in feasting at Christmas in case the Winter truly has returned, but Father Christmas comes by the castle with plenty, so the gates of Cair Paravel are opened and there is a little cheer. And then all Narnia waits with bated breath to see if the snow will melt.
But eventually dawn starts to come a little earlier and the earth starts to thaw, and when the coming of the spring cannot be denied, the Narnians whisk their young sovereigns out into the meadows and crown them all over again with fresh flowers, and the second spring feels almost as much a victory as the first.
so after my post yesterday I had people ask me to write some headcanons for our favorite son if apollo. I'm not a born and bred texan, georgia what up, but I've been here most of my life and boy can I say Texans are weird
will yells "all y'all" a lot when giving instructions to campers and these northerners never know how to act
he may be the son of apollo but he's also texan. you'll see him preaching about good eating habits and then see him down sweet tea by the gallon
speaking of, what do you mean there's no sweet tea? how do you just not have sweet tea? NO YOU CANT JUST PUT SUGAR IN TEA AND CALL IT SWEET, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS
after his rampage through camp, chiron makes sure there's always sweet tea on stand by
also on the list of things they dont have, will is upset that there's no whataburger around
"do y'all have a buc-ees around here" / "will what the fuck is that"
one word: mums
he brings pictures back from high school and has to explain the concept of homecoming and mums to everyone.
"no not like mom in England, mum like chrysanthemum"
"WHY THE HELL IS THAT GIRL'S MUM SO BIG"
"that's not even the biggest one this year. one girl had one shaped like Texas with lights and bells-"
he saw an aphrodite kid wearing a large ring and just mutters, "must be an Aggie, "
"WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE STATE FAIR?"
will refuses to eat any other ice cream but blue bell and nico learns that the hard way
when nico shadowtravels to texas to visit will during the school year, will drags him to schlitterbahn and nico wonders how they even pronounce these chaotic texan words
"how do you pronounce this thing?"
"you mean waxahachie? it's a town"
exclusively refers to soda as "coke" and gets upset when they actually give him coke and nor dr.pepper
as good as the bbq at camp is, nothing beats texas bbq in will's book
he and leo will break out into "deep in the heart of texas" at random times
they also have a friendly rivalry going on with who's city is the best
"at least you're not from a&m"
he measures distance in time and doesnt understand why everyone keeps trying to ask him for measurements, "it's just 15 minutes away down yonder"
passive aggressive nicknames and phrases with a smile when he's feeling annoyed or pissed off that everyone just thinks is a sweet southern thing
"aww sweetheart, bless your heart"
he doesnt have a heavy southern accent but when you get him on a roll, his drawl will come out and everyone at camp swoons a little bit
this is getting a little long but who doesnt love a good ol Texan will solace
I’m so FREAKIN excited!!!!! I can’t wait to hear what their voices will sound like!! I really hope someone contacts Rachel’s dream actors for her characters to see if some of them are willing to voice play 🥺
If y’all don’t know what I’m referring to, check out my post with Frolic interviewing Rachel on her dream cast for Lore Olympus
Artemis: Alright, I got a box, we’re going to put everything we love into the box
Hermes: can I put Apollo in the box?
Artemis: no
Dionysus: can /I/ put Apollo in the box?
Artemis: no
Apollo: can I put myself in the box-
Artemis: no oNE IS PUTTING APOLLO IN THE BOX
Courage, dear heart.
you brought the flame, here comes the phoenix.
When you’re in the middle of reading Tyrants Tomb, they’re in the middle of a battle, and Apollo’s turning into a zombie but you have to go make a midnight snack to the kids and have to put your 1 year old to bed because he’s getting cranky-
OMGs I NEED TO FINISH THE BOOK BUT I CANT
This:/ means that it’s a paragraph change❣️/“Well, this is a change in scenery.”/ “What the hell, Harry we’re in the dungeons.”/ Harry rolls his eyes and leans his head against the damp, slimy walls. “I was being sarcastic, Draco.”/ Draco let out a humph and moved his feet to keep the rats off. “This all could’ve been avoided if you didn’t want to sneak into the fucking High Castle of Atlantis.” Draco snarled, sharp grey eyes focusing on Harry’s almost relaxed face./ “They had good jewels. They do have good jewels. You had the idea to sneak into the Crown Room!” Harry said, eyes flashing in the darkness./ “Well, your father is going to murder us.” Draco said, kicking a rat away./ “Not if these Atlantis people do first.”/ “Harry!”/ “Sorry, but it’s true.” Harry smirked and shifted, trying to get comfortable on the stone floor that hurt his bottom./ “Think about Lady Ginerva. When you don’t come home-.” Draco started, eyes narrowing at Harry’s insolence. Some days, Draco didn’t know why he followed him./ “We all know Lady Ginerva would be happier with Zabini. Have you seen the way she looks at him?” Harry snarled, clenching his chained fists./ “She’s still engaged to you. My so called engagement woman died a year ago, be happy you still have Ginerva.” Draco turned his head to the floor and saw the red eyes of rats flashing in the darkness. At least they weren’t alone, he thought grimly./“Fucking hell.” Draco cursed, as the dungeon doors opened./“Language, thief.”
Part Two coming soon!
Percy is SMART
Carter is CARING
Sadie is FIERCE
Jason is KIND
Lester
Magnus is WITTY
“supernatural creatures” as we call them, weren’t once considered supernatural. long before history was written they existed and their blood still flows within us, humans, as we do the things we like and excel at.
you can see mermaids in the ways professional swimmers keep their breath for a long time underwater. you can see it in the little girl who constantly wants to go to the pool. you can see them in teenagers who you find surfing on the beach. you can sense them in the way their body gracefully moves on their own.
you can see werewolves in the way some people look at the moon. you can see them in the way they eat more meat than the rest of your friends. you can see them in the way they always sense and know what’s wrong without someone telling them. you can spot them making walks in the darkness of the night.
you can see elves in the way they admire nature. you can see them in the people who love taking walks through the forests. you can see it in the way how they’re faster, more agile, and taller than your average person. you can see them in the little kids who always climb trees. you can see them in the old people who prefer to live in cottages in the woods instead of the big cities.
you can see dragons in the way some people long to the summer. how your little brother wants to visit hot places. you can see them in the people who always had a love for money. you can see it in the way some people always want to know more. you can spot them feeling at ease with their hair in the wind.
you can see faeries in the way your neighbour’s daughter takes flowers with her. you can see it in the young boy who made his own spot in the forest. you can see them in the people who remember the smallest details you told them. you can sense them in the way they use body languages. how their eyes speak.
A young single mom who is helplessly in love with books... don’t think me old, I’m 20.
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