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Meet Omondi

Full name: Omondi Chibudem Akpan

Nickname(s): Omo, Chibudem/Chibu*, Akpan* Odi

*Also used by Aslan

Age: 116

Powers: Pyrokinesis+ specialty, Aerokinesis+ specialty, Shapeshifting, Flight

Character Description: Omondi is the younger and more energetic of the Guardians, with mocha brown skin and jet black twists decorated with golden beads. Filled with a passionate fire (literally!) and a head that, in one way or another, is always in the clouds, he is the life of the party wherever he goes. But don't let his cheery demeanor fool you! He is always ready to fight at the drop of a hat for what is right.

Name Meaning:

Omondi: 'Born in the Early Morning'

Chibudem: 'The Emperor (God) Guides Me'

Akpan: 'First Son'

Magic Weapon: Golden Ring/ Halberd

*Please note that I cannot draw, so a lot of the artwork has been traced over stencils made available online*

Is the younger twin (and uses that status to get away with mischief)

Controls fire and air

Was the reason why Aslan was able to find Kamari and bring her back to life, hence the reason for his middle name (The Emperor Guides Me)

When their birth family was destroyed, Omo was slashed at in the chest by the same sword that took out his sister, but miraculously stayed alive and wandered the destroyed camp, crying for help until Aslan showed up and found him.

Seeing Aslan, he led Him straight to where his sister was, and the rest was history.

Connected to the daytime, the sun, and is absolutely a morning person.

Loves to hang out with all of the Flying Beasts of Narnia, though he does like to talk to the Talking Birds about some gossip from wherever they've flown recently

Is a pretty good glassblower, with an entire glasswork collection, including vases, figurines, kitchenware, and more. Also likes to make stained glass artwork and give them to friends and family as gifts.

Discovered his hobby by accident while playing on the beach with Aslan and Kamari before the 100-Year Winter due to a trip-and-fall, which ended up with him having sand in his mouth. He got so embarrassed that when he began to blush, the sand in his mouth melted into molten glass, which he then spat out, and it formed into a near-perfect Prince Rupert Drop (much to Kamari's disgust)

Had a collection of different colored sand in his room to melt down (with his hands, not his mouth) to create different pieces, but it does tend to get everywhere if he's not careful (and he's not)

Likes all colors, but if he had to pick one, it would have to be a tawny-gold, since it reminds him of Aslan.

Is extremely extroverted, always ready to make a new friend

Omondi's Spotify Playlist

Let me know if you want more! I got more artwork to show and new chapters to write!

The Guardians of Narnia Update!

Hey Guys! I decided to move my Guardians of Narnia over to Wattpad, and Chapter 2 was just updated! 😁

Please give it a looks and remember to Vote, Comment, and Share!

Also be on the lookout for FAQ's and artwork about our new Guardians!👀

Can't wait to see you guys in the next chapter! ❤️

back in my narnia era what even is the timeline

ok, like I get that casting Meryl Streep as Aslan is a weird choice and, perhaps, even a bit troubling, but I truly don’t believe that the most important qualification for an actor voicing Aslan is “have a penis”. Not overjoyed about it but also I know the movies will not stand or fall based on this one casting decision

Turkish Tarzan calls the lion, but the donkey comes first 😳😁Funny viral video Offical video

🌾Çok değerlidir bir kadının dostluğu akıllı adamlar için...🌙

Akşama notum..✍️

Mutlu akşamlar.☕️

Good evening.☕️

🌜Hayat dediğin küçük insanların hikayesidir..

İngiltere kraliçesinin hayatı bir b#ka yaramaz.

Ara Güler.✍️

İyi geceler..🌜🌟

Ash x Eiji headcanon

Too lazy to write a disclaimer let's just call it fluff k thxx😭🙏

Eiji's sleep was disturbed by muffled sobs. Not again he thought. Ash screamed in his bed ,"Don't die on me Eiji. I'll quit this lifestyle. I'll come to Japan. I'll do anything!!"

Eiji quietly slid into Ash's blankets & spooned him. "I'm still here, Ash. With you." Ash turned & slept on his back. Eiji's view was breathtakingly beautiful. Blonde messy hair, moonlit features, slightly parted lips.

Eiji was not thinking when he lifted his head & almost kissed Ash. Almost. But stopped. What was he doing. He must be ashamed. Ash was asleep. Unaware. His curiosity was not even close to important.

"What are you doing?" Ash blinked

"I must have been sleepwalking. Sorry."

Eiji tried to leave but Ash held his hand. "I felt your breath on my face. Don't lie to me. Not about this."

"Fine. It's just that... Since the day you passed me a message when I came to see you in prison I've been confused as hell...."

"Let me help you find your answers then."

Ash slid his hand into Eiji's hair & pulled him into a kiss. Besides Eiji, it seemed to answer some of Ash's own questions. And Eiji reciprocated based on instinct having no prior experience. They pulled apart. Breathless. Sweating.

"You taste divine." Ash blinked with a perplexed expression.

"Do I really like it or... Is it just because you're good at it..."

"I did not do it out of obligation or use rehearsed moves on you...."

"Ash could I pass you a secret message this time?"

"You could."

Eiji cupped Ash's face & looked him in the eyes before leaning in & giving a gentle peck on the lips.

"You could read my message here. There's no one else"

"Let me look. Oh. so this is love "

Life Series Book 1  Chapter 1: Broken Peace

“Arbor Eliffe! You get back here young lady!” I ran at top speed as Mrs. Greenwood yelled after me brandishing her woven basket over her head. 

I laughed like a maniac as I happily got away with the pockets of my jacket stuffed with cookies. However I hadn’t quite reached the woods when a hand reached out and pulled me back by the collar of my coat. 

I turned and smiled sheepishly at my father. He didn’t say anything as Mrs. Greenwood caught up to us. “Burian she’s done it again” the woman huffed her breath making little clouds in the cold air with each exhale. “Stole the whole tray the little troublemaker” she prodded me in the stomach with her basket which made me squirm from where my small frame was still being held up by my father gripping my collar. 

“I’m sorry Lavender, I'll have Camella bake you a fresh batch if you would like” my father offered.

I looked up at the adults talking over my head. “Hey I still have ‘em here in my pocket” I explained. Reaching in I pulled out a handful of crushed cookies.

My father sighed and Mrs. Greenwood let off a noise that sounded an awful lot like a growl. “I’ll be waiting for your wife’s delivery,” the woman declared turning on her stubby legs and hobbling back to her little cottage. I stuck my tongue out at her back. 

“Arbor” my father spoke scoldingly. 

“What?!” I exclaimed “she’s a mean old woman!” 

My dad let off a breath “that’s not-” he was cut off by a tearing noise and in the next moment my butt was in the snow. I looked up to see the torn collar of my coat in my father’s hand. “Let’s go home,” he declared defeatedly. “We’ll talk there” 

I followed my father through our small village. Cradled in a little glen it was a peaceful, wintery world all to our own. It was mostly filled with Dryads like my family and Mrs. Greenwood but we had the occasional animal friend who came to say. The Beavers who lived in the nearby dam came over every once and awhile to buy some things and a family of deer had a hollow down the road. 

It was a calm place most of the time. However there were times when we would hear the bells of the queen’s carriage or the pounding feet of the security police pack and would have to go inside. Those times me and mother would wait in the back room until father came and got us. To tell us things were safe. 

When me and father got home the first thing he did was take my coat and dump the pockets into the trash bin. Which I felt was a great waste. Then we headed into the kitchen where my mother was cooking. “Darling is that you?” she called over her shoulder. 

“It’s both of us” my father replied “someone got in trouble with Lavender Greenwood again” 

“Hey she’s the one that hordes all those goodies she bakes” I argued “and I’m not the only one who steals them” 

“Yes you’re just the one who gets caught the most” my mother chuckled turning around. She came over to the pair of us “i’ll make Lavender a new batch of cookies” she looked down at me squinting her eyes “oh look you’ve got dirt on your face” she murmured raising her apron to wipe my cheeks. 

“Mom” I whined. “It’s just a little dirt from Mrs. Greenwood’s garden.” she continued to scrub at my face “why are you making her cookies anyway? She’s the mean one who’s always glaring” 

My mother sighed, apparently giving up on getting my face clean. “How about I double the recipe then and we can keep the extra batch?”

“I quite like that plan” I smiled as she stood. 

“Oh so you’re rewarding our little thief here now are you?” my father inquired of my mother with a smirk. 

“Well Mrs. Greenwood is quite the grouchy old woman” mother pointed out. I gave my father a proud smirk having said something very similar earlier. 

“What am I to do with you two?” the man of the house sighed. 

“Love us” I cheered. 

“I quite like that answer” mother laughed lightly. Then she noticed my father holding my coat. “Oh what happened to your coat?” she inquired coming over. 

“Dad ripped it” I pointed up at the man quickly. 

“Nice” he grumbled down at me. 

I shrugged “it’s the truth” 

“Alright well we’ll get this fixed up then” the woman declared taking up the torn fabric. She sat it off to the side and returned to making dinner. 

“Come here kid” my father picked me up and sat me on the table. “We have to talk about all this stealing you’ve been doing. Mrs. Greenwood’s cookies, yarn from Mr. Orchard.” 

“It’s not stealing” I objected “it’s borrowing” 

“Do you return it?” my father inquired. I didn’t answer because I knew he was right “exactly now you can’t do that alright. Your five years old Arbor you have to understand. People work hard to make or earn the things you just take.” 

“But I work hard to take them,” I explained. “I had to wait for an hour outside Mrs. Greenwood’s window for her to place the cookies out and then even longer for them to cool off.” 

I heard my mother chuckle and my father sighed “listen Arbor things have value beyond just the work you put into them. Things like the value of promises and hope and love” my father sighed and sat down. “Here I’ll tell you a story. There once was a great king of Narnia. A king by the name of Aslan back in a time when our people would dance and bloom. Green grassy hills and fields filled with colorful flowers, petals drifting on the wind. Great celebrations with singing and dancing with the fauns and centaurs and all the other creatures of the wood.” 

“That sounds incredible,” I explained. “You would dance outside in the snow?” 

“There was no snow then” the man objected “Before this eternal winter there was once the four seasons. There was spring where things would grow and bloom and we’d have rainy days to splash in puddles. Summer where it would get so hot in the day we would all relax in the shade and play music, we’d have bonfires and tell stories. Autumn when all the trees would turn beautiful colors and we would harvest the fields preparing great feasts and parties. Then when winter would come it would be a short time where we’d go sledding, build snowmen, snuggle inside with warm drinks, and give gifts to one another” 

“Wow” I exclaimed in awe imagining such a world “what happened?” 

My father’s joyous smile faltered “it was stolen away from us by the White Witch.” my father explained he glanced over at my mother who had been watching us as she cooked. Her face heavy, and rigid in concern and sadness. “She came and she stole and she destroyed, Arbor. She took our joy and our happiness she took all the magic from our beautiful world and filled it with winter and sadness and fear” 

“That’s awful” I murmured looking out the window at the white snow falling outside.  

“She stole Arbor and she destroyed this entire land do you understand now why you must never steal what belongs to another?” he asked. 

I nodded quickly “but there has to be some way to end this winter? I want to see spring, summer, autumn” 

My father smiled warmly. Then looked around as if he expected us to be overheard before scooting closer. “There is a prophecy left to us by Aslan.” he cleared his throat dramatically before continuing “it goes: When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone sits in Car Paraval in throne the evil time will be over and done.” 

“Wow” I breathed, keeping my voice low in a mirror of his “what does it mean?” 

“It means that one day two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve. In other words two human boys and two human girls will come into this land and vanquish the White Witch restoring all we once had to Narnia” 

I let off an excited giggle “they’ll bring spring back?” I questioned loudly. 

“Shh shh” my father hushed lightly “yes they will.” he sighed and reached a hand out to touch my cheek “oh and my dear Arbor I hope you get to see it” 

There was a moment of silence in the house before mother sighed “alright you two enough story time” she decreed. “Burian I need you to go pick me some more apples for the crumble” 

“I can do it mom” I exclaimed jumping from the table. “I want to go see Malic” 

“Oh alright but your coat is torn” my mother observed. 

“Here she can borrow mine, it's not that far to Malic’s orchard,” my father offered. He picked his jacket from the back of his chair and wrapped it around me. It smelled like him, warm and comforting. Like pine needles and old wood. The jacket was far too large for me made of brown leather, however it didn’t drag on the ground and I could move in it. “There that should suffice for your small journey” 

“Here” Mother handed me a basket. “Alright now it’s getting late so off to Malic’s and then straight back here for dinner” 

“Yes ma’am” I nodded in agreement as I shuffled to the door. “I love you!” 

“Love you too darling” father replied. 

“Love you” my mother also voiced kissing my forehead and then ushering me out the door. 

I ran down the snowy lane. Weaving past ice patches and giving an extra big smile to the glowering Mrs. Greenwood as I passed by her Cottage. Entering the woods I navigated among the trees with practiced ease. I reached my destination with a happy squeal. 

“Malic!” I greeted the aged apple tree. He rustled his branches in greeting. I reached up and placed a hand to his trunk leaning in. I felt the life rushing below and within his bark. I felt a weight hit my arm and looked to see an apple had fallen into my basket. “Oh thank you mother sent me to collect some for a crumble she’s making.” I explained. 

Malic reached down with his branched and I climbed up among them. I loved going high up into the air and looking out at the woods. Sitting in his branches I began to pick offered apples and tell him the grand story my father had told to me. Malic allowed me to jabber at him for a long time before I finally realized the sun was setting behind me and it was getting dark. 

“Oh I have to go, my mother said to be back quickly” I told the tree. “I’ll be back tomorrow though” I promised. Malic let me down from his branches and I began to run back toward the village waving goodbye to my friend. 

I weaved among the growing shadows of the trees, my feet crunching in the snow. I was nearly out of the woods when I was brought to a stop as a scream split the air. Fear suddenly shot through my veins as my breathing picked up. I started forward again slowly as firelight came into view. I entered the glen and dropped my basket with a gasp at the sight. People were running around madly two of the houses of the village burned and another began to catch. 

Statues that looked a lot like people I knew stood along the street in frozen images of terror. Shielding themselves from whatever was about to attack them. Standing there in the middle of it, just as frozen as the statues around her, crystal white with a gleaming scepter in her hand admiring the chaos with a look that could only be described as a chilling evil. The White Witch. 

I stood there staring as screaming was all around me just looking at her. Then someone grabbed my arm. I turned to see the panicked eyes of Mrs. Greenwood. “Arbor, come this way quickly!” she whispered urgently and dragged me off toward her house. We came inside and she pulled me over to a place on the floor. Lifting a hatch she rushed me down into the little crawl space below. “Stay here” she whispered hurriedly looking over her shoulder. 

“Where’s my mom and dad?” I asked desperately. 

“Shhh” she hushed me quickly. “Just stay quiet and stay hidden. Arbor please stay here until everything is quiet please promise me”

“I promise” I agreed, too terrified to do much else. She closed the hatch and I heard what sounded like her slapping the carpet back over it. The small space suddenly became very dark. I curled up into myself and listened.

There were screams and crashing and yelling and the roar of fire and things falling more screaming. I covered my ears and rolled on my side burying my head into my father’s jacket. Praying for peace. 

It was a long time before there was finally peace. I remained hidden in the darkness long after there was silence listening in fear. However, eventually I rose from my place on the floor and pushed on the hatch with my shaking hands. Slowly it creaked open. Climbing out I looked around. The house above was trashed, the table overturned and the door crashed in. Gentle morning light was pouring in from every crack in the walls and through the shattered glass in the window. 

Slowly I walked forward. Every step sounded far too loud in the chilling quiet. I exited the house and looked around in despair. Half the village was burned to the ground. The street was empty. I walked on down the road heading for home. Praying that it was safe hoping my parents were there waiting for me. Hoping they would be there to tell me everything was alright. The more I thought of them the faster I went until I was running around the corner to my house. 

I stopped dead in my tracks. It was gone. The entire home was ruble. Burnt to a chard crisp. I felt tears threatening my eyes as I looked around and didn’t see anyone. “Mom? Dad?” I called into the silence. There was no response “Mom?! Dad?!” I called louder. Still nothing I called again and my voice broke as my knees buckled. They were gone. 

The Life Series

This is a series I'm doing that's going to chronicle the Pevensie's lives if they would have stayed after the Prince Caspian movie. Starting with a young dryad growing up in the White Witch's reign. To the Pevensie's triumpant return to fight the telmarines. Moving on to an awkward courtship, a small expedition on the high seas with pirates (or maybe two expeditions), a king determined not to fall in love, and then a new generation carving their own stories into the Narnian world. It's the life of a family and of a nation and it's just like any life should be: A grand adventure!

It’s here: Book 1- Chapter 1 

Reading The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe with my son on Easter Tuesday and he was so shocked and confused and bereft when Aslan died. Then we had to stop for a very gloomy lunch before we could read the next chapter, and it hit me that he was getting a better understanding than anything we could have taught him about what the disciples went through on Easter Saturday. I mean, we had just been talking about it three days earlier, but of course when you know there's a happy ending coming, you don't really feel it. And Aslan was finally here, after all this hope and expectation, and he was meant to make everything all right again 😭 He'd even already made the connection to Jesus when the witch's gang were kicking and hitting and jeering at Aslan, but he never in his wildest dreams thought he would become alive again! The joy and wonder and absolute glee he felt in the next chapter — he figured it out just before it happened because he cottoned onto the homage — preached the whole thing more eloquently than I could ever have hoped. And oof, if I didn't feel it all with him, too, as if for the first time ❤️ Well played, Mr Lewis, well played.

Also yesterday I caught him saying "I say!" so a positive experience all round 😃

Technically the reason the Pevensies were told they wouldn’t return to Narnia after certain adventures is because they “learned all they can from this world,” and not because they were literally “too old.” How else could it be that Peter was too old at 14, while Lucy was too old at 10, and yet Eustace and Jill still got to go back at 16? So now I’m thinking a little bit about what that means for each of them…

Peter learned all he could after his second trip. It was during this trip that he truly learned to surrender control, and he found the strength to make a home back in England. At this point in the story, he has solidified his faith in Aslan, and is ready to find him back there.

Susan, on the other hand, couldn’t learn any more for a different reason. It is apparent from the later books that following her second trip, she forgets the country she used to love. Susan, obviously, had not yet become firm in her faith, and I think Aslan realized that she couldn’t do that in Narnia. Susan believed only when it was easy. She had to go back to her own world and forge her own path in order to eventually strengthen her faith.

Edmund finally sees what it is like to be out from under the shadow of his brother in Voyage of the Dawn Treader, in a way that he hadn’t been able to before. This allows him the final room to grow, as he is put in a position as the oldest child, and he learns to accept his role in the family. Finally confident with who he is, he is ready to reaffirm his faith, and find Aslan in his own world.

Lucy, of course, had always had faith, but she needed Narnia the longest. Perhaps she didn’t behave badly during her time in England, but she didn’t understand her world at all, and desperately craved more time with the physical person of Aslan. She would not have been able to bloom in her own world without that extra time. Lucy needed to put together the little pieces of who Aslan was a little better, but once she did, she knew she could find him in England, too.

I guess these are mostly just theories and/or headcanons, but I’m curious what the rest of you think! I really do believe “too old” is a more metaphorical thing in this case, so I wanted to examine the personal reasons for the individual characters a little closer. :)