#AnnBell

[mynameisnottravis]

oh dear god.

[cabinetofoldsecretloves]

THE HIDEOUT by Annabelle & M Via Flickr: The woods, a place from another dimension; in my subconscious mind, the dream-like forest has come to life in my landscape. A wood beyond the world. A hiding place to seek refuge, a sanctuary amongst old friends where one little bird can call his safe place. The Hideout ~ Anna 2024

[catohphm]

This was a really good concept for Annabel! Loved the themes! 😄

hp minor oc; doña annabel cifuentes, divination professor and runaway lady of a castilian noble house

Annabel was born in Salamanca, Castile and was a member of the noble House of Cifuentes during the 1870s. Born in 1858, she ran away when she was eighteen due to refusing to marry the Duke of Alba, who was twenty years her senior. She had grown up hearing stories from her British teacher about the magic world of Hogwarts, and found it on a casual trip to Scotland, wanting to find it.

She casually met Phineas Falcon, who had been sent to look out for a Divination professor. Striking a conversation with the beautiful and lost woman, and with a bit of help (okay, he did most of the talking) of his friend Eli Cairncross ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) they sent her to train for the position, proving to have a knack for the subject and soon, under Phineas's sponsorship, she entered the school board in 1879.

[badgrammerlieshere]

Someday

because I couldn't come to terms with what had happened to them and needed to get this out of me as fast as possible.

This is set 5 years after the end of season 3.....

The brush strokes against the horse's body were soothing, it was something she had always found almost meditative. Brush Brush Brush. The process was almost a symphony at this point. Brush Brush Brush. Sara hadn't been working at Hans stable for very long. Only for the last 2 years, after school and her own graduation had passed she found herself stuck. Nothing to do, no prospects. She wasn't dumb by any means she was just lost. Simon was off coasting the world with Willhim spending their summer somewhere warm based on the postcards she had received from Italy. Felice was preparing for the next stage in her life. A prestigious culinary school in America, and that left her home alone. Luckily an advertisement had been called to her in the morning paper and since then she hasn't looked back.

“Sara, could you come back to the office for a moment?” a voice called to her from the back of the stables. The voice belonged to Hans. The owner, her boss, and at the moment one of her closest friends. Hans was a kind man, old and short. He loved horses as much as she did, something that was apparent from the start. Usually, a level-headed person the franticness with which he was moving things in his office felt more than offputting.

“Ah, Sara” Hans outstretched his hands in a beckoning motion reaching for her shoulders.”I've good news very good news. One might say the best.” His eyes held more excitement than she had ever seen before 

“Which is?” she asked 

“We have quite the guest coming today, I need you to make sure every horse is looking their best, no mistakes.” Hans quickly let go of her shoulders with a pat. His body was a dancer walking around the room putting away any messes and papers that were out of place.

“A guest?” she questioned the farm often had guests. Mostly rich folk looking to buy, or new money trying to flaunt their wealth with the buying of a horse. All in her opinion were idiots. A guest of this caliber however must have been someone big. Never had she seen Hans get so worked up.

“Yes, yes, now hurry it up They are here soon enough” Hans shooed her out of his office handing her a small broom before she left. After a few hours had passed she heard it. With the sudden approach of cars, looking out a small window she saw two very expensive vehicles. The usual rich types. From the door stepped a woman who looked like a heaven on a platter. Long legs flawless skin. She oozed radiance. From the other side of the car stepped a man. Curly dark hair. Striking blue eyes that haunted her memory from time to time. Her posture was tenser than anyone she had ever known. August had just stepped out of the car.

“I see you've noticed our guests. Can you believe it, the king has come to look for a horse at my shop” Hans came to her side also trying to look through the window. She tried plastering on her most believable smile, attempting to hide the panic that coursed through her veins.

“How about you go and get the Annbell out, she's the calmest one.”

“Of course”

The process of getting the horse out was walled from her mind. Too busy thinking about what would happen if he saw her. It had been 5 years. A long time, and yet not quite long enough for her. She walked into the barn the backs of the couple faced her as Hans expressed his gratitude at their arrival

“Ah here we are, this is one of our finest mares.” Hans reached for the reigns that were in her hands which easily were taken away as august looked at her for the first time. From her standpoint, it looked as though the air had been sucked from his body. The woman standing next to him reached forward towards the horse.

“Oh, she's just beautiful! How perfect!” Her manicured hands clasped together giddy to be near the animal. “Oh August isn't she lovely” The woman was now reaching for the reigns that were in Hans's hand. Looking back toward August for confirmation, but he hadn't stopped looking at her.

“Yes, she's perfect.” His gaze was unwavering.

“How about we get you saddled up?” Hans smiled at the young woman, and she had to admit her eagerness was endearing in a way. Like that of a child. Walking away from the groups found herself a spot against the wall. There was no point in standing there unless she was needed. Why put herself through the burning of his eyes when she could avoid them?

She leaned against the wall watching them as August watched her. A game of looking that was becoming more annoying by the second. Before he began to walk towards her. The staring she could handle but the thought of a conversation made her palms start to sweat.

“Hello” His voice was deeper than she remembered, smoother in the way his mouth formed his vowels. She kept her eyes on the ground. Realizing he wouldn't be getting a repose he moved towards her spot and let his body rest against the wall next to her 

He had the same smell. That was the first thing she noticed. That rich encompassing smell that often lingered on her clothes after she left. The only difference was that it was stronger now. Wasnt diluted by the water she often caught him filling into the bottle. He didn't need to resort to that now. He was going to be king. A king could buy as many lavish collages as he wanted, there was no fear of the money going dry. With him standing so close it felt as though she couldn't breathe. The last time they had spoken. Actually spoken to one another, she was sure she'd broken his heart. That memory flickered through her mind sometimes. His dejected eyes. Once so happy to look at her were red with tears. The way he had tried to reach for her when he first saw her. So eager to have her close even if it was just for a moment. She never wanted to make anyone feel that way again. She could feel his gaze on her head. Willing her to look at him. She stared straight ahead. Afraid that if she looked up that memory would no longer be a flicker but a burning picture in her mind.

“She's pretty.” The words had fallen out of her mouth before she could stop them. They were true, however. The woman who had accompanied him was beautiful. She had walked in with such elegance it wasn't hard to see why Augst had chosen her. He was always attracted to the richer things in life. Her elegance was however nowhere to be found as she attempted to month the horse. 

“I suppose.” August's reply was dry, it was obvious he would rather talk about anything else than his companion.

“Where did you meet?” Her speech felt slowed like she was trying to make sure this was really happening.

“Nowhere. This is our third outing, the cameras will be here in a moment. Take some pictures, then take some more. It's very logistical.” His tone had reached its typical professional level it often sounded like on the TV and only then did she look up. He had abandoned looking at her face and it gave her a moment to take his in. Still skinny, eyes now seemed to hold more weight under them. A few wrinkles here and there that showed the years that had passed between them. He took a deep breath before looking down at her. His eyes creased in a small smile. 

“You look well, I hope you are” His eyes seemed to jump everywhere on her face trying to take everything in all at once. She looked the same, she was certain of that, but the way he looked at her made her think she was someone different. Someone worthy of a second look.

“She doesn't see me. Not the way you do.” His words registered slowly in her head. She could feel the warmth of his shoulder more than ever, along with the slow inching of his pinky finger towards her hand. God she wished he would stop looking at her like that.

“Sara!” Hans's voice broke through the moment. “Come over here, help Mrs Andersson get to a trot” As she walked towards the horse she couldn't help a look back. August had resumed his tense position and had now plastered an almost cartoonish smile onto his face. From the corner of her eye, she saw a flash. The cameras had arrived. Logistical he had said and he wasn't kidding this moment felt as clinical as that word. 

It continued like that for an hour she would walk the horse in circles, the people taking photos and moving others, as they saw fit. August and the girl together, August and the girl separate, leaning on the wall, with the horse. It never ended. Until suddenly they were done. Cameras were packed, people went to their cars, and Sara was given the reigns to take the horse back into its stall. Taking one last look behind her as August led the young woman he was with out of the barn towards the cars. He was done here too. Gotten his photos, and now he had bigger things to do. She almost couldn't believe she had seen him. August Horn of Årnäs, well not of Årnäs anymore but still. It didn't quite feel real.

Brush Brush Brush back to the regular meditative motions away from thoughts of him. Brush Brush Brush. Away from thinking of them. 

“It never passed.” 

Her hand stopped its path mid-motion.

“Excuse me” She turned and there he was. Standing in that ridiculous suit that cost more than the shoes she had on her feet.

“You said it would, and it didn't. Which honestly was a greater pain in itself. I wanted to forget everything about you.”

Augu-” She had moved towards him trying to push him back through the door

“No, please Sara. Please let me say this because I don't think I'll ever get another chance.” He reached his hands toward her. Sliding his hands around her waist, gently squeezing as if making sure she wasn't a figment of his imagination.

“You were right when you said I didn't see you, but I've spent every day trying. I've looked back on who we were a million times. I spent so long trying to achieve the crown it was all I could see, but when I had it….it didn't feel the same as having you look at me and actually know who I was.” His hand enveloped the side of her face, tracing the freckles that had appeared from time in the sun willing them into his memory. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against her own. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

“I'm not asking you to say anything back, I just needed you to know.” Sara felt August's body unwind as he finished his sentence, the tension that covered his arms vanished as he wrapped himself around her. They stood like this for a moment and with a sharp inhale he was gone from her body again. The warmth he had wrapped her in vanished, and he passed her one last look before she left the room. She stood there for a while longer trying to memorize the places his hands had touched. How rough they had felt against her face.

Hans entered the room as she stood motionless.”Nice folks.” His words made her snap out of her stupor. 

“Oh yeah… definitely..” The brushing resumed again. Forget him her mind screamed.

“The man left this and said it was for you. A friend of yours?” Hans had flashed a small business card at her, a number engraved on the back.

She could feel the smile beginning to form on her face. August would never let her forget him. It wasn't his nature

“Maybe one day.”

[jewishdainix]

Anyway I love you epic!calypso I love you eponine thenardier I love you starling birdsong I love you annbel mcalister I love you female characters that are jelous and childish and creepy and selfish

[kafkao]

does ANYONE know where the "annbel lee probably has ADHD" post is bc i cant find it and i am s u f f e r i n g

[blacknedsoul-blog]

The (possible) Lenorefication of Annabel Lee

Okay, I've reached the end of the available non-paywall chapters of Nevermore, and I think this is where Annabel's "Lenorefication" arc begins.

An important part of her plan is for the rest of the students not to see Lenore as a threat to be reckoned with. But even if they bought the "let her slide" thing, it's clear to everyone that Lenore IS a problem: maybe not because of herself, but because she has a group of people who are willing to defend her tooth and nail to the end.

This means that Annbel has to adjust her plans.

I suspect that the reason for the split plot (Duke's rescue on the one hand, and whatever Montressor does on the other) is so that they both have to choose what to care about: Lenore will obviously prioritize her friend's safety when she returns from her meeting with the Deans, so Annabel will have to deal with Montresor. A situation that suits her perfectly, as she needs to win back her pawns (Prospero has doubted her leadership and Ada has run into Montresor's arms) and secure Morella's trust.

Well, here's the thing.

In the scene where she confronts Ada, you can see for a second that Annabel really feels pity for her. Possibly because she can see all the complexes and insecurities that Ada is exposing, some of which she has herself (let's not forget that Annabel's Specter is also related to betrayal of love).

And if Ada says something like that to her, I don't think she takes it very well.

Then we have this scene. Personally, I think it's irrelevant whether Annabel pretends to be empathetic or not, the point is that she knows how Prospero feels because she's lived it: the fear of being considered a madwoman has been a heavy burden in her life.

In addition, we have Morella. Annabel knows that the girl will want to save Ada, and after what has happened, she may be the only ally she has in helping Ada. Besides, Morella has a personal score to settle with Montresor, but she needs someone she trusts to do it. And with Lenore on her own rescue mission, there's Annabel to be the guide she needs.

These are all situations that, like it or not, are going to require emotional involvement on Annabel's part: she's already shown these people that she's a queen capable of leading them to victory, but now she has to be a queen capable of protecting them all.

And let's not forget what happened the last time Annabel took care of a vulnerable person and allowed herself to open up emotionally. Hell, even Lenore points out that she's "warmer" now.

Lenore and Annabel have completely opposite ways of playing this "game," but now that things are getting complicated, I think they're going to start taking notes from each other: Annabel's going to have to learn to value her pawns a little bit if she doesn't want to lose them, and I doubt Lenore can continue to solve everything by being half-dead and confronting every authority figure that comes her way.

[quirk-nova]

AnnBell (Helluvaverse OC) aesthetic board for @annie-issilly

[what-if-queen-camilla]

A Little Secret - Chapter 6

16th January 1987 

"Your Royal Highness…!" Annabel gasped and covered her mouth with her hand in shock. What on earth…? She had just been standing in the kitchen, making something for lunch, when suddenly the doorbell had rung. She hadn't been expecting anyone in particular and first suspected it might be the postman but in fact none other than The Prince of Wales was standing right in front of her, looking at her in an odd mixture of surprise and worry. "Annabel?", he asked, confused and she laughed. "Yes, that's me.", she replied, slightly irritated. Who else had he expected to open the door at her house? "You look so… fit.", he said and she frowned her forehead. This situation only got weirder and weirder. "Well, thank you. Um… What… what can I do… for you, Sir?", she stuttered, overwhelmed and a bit lost. "Would you like to come in?", she quickly added, shaking her head at her own silly behaviour. She should offer him something to drink or eat… God, where were her good manners? "No, no, thank you, I… um… I just wanted to see Milla…", he said and looked at her with puppy eyes. "Milla?", Annabel asked, even more confused. Why did he think she was here? "Milla has gone to London for a couple of days!" She had indeed called her yesterday to ask whether she or any of her family had planned to stay at their parents' Kensington flat over the weekend or whether she could go up as she needed to run some errands in the capital. "London? What are you talking about?" Charles didn't understand anything anymore. "She told me she couldn’t meet me tomorrow because she had promised to stay with you after a surgery or something.", he explained and Annabel frowned her forehead. "What surgery?", she exclaimed, looking at him looked at him expectantly. Charles sighed and blushed before revealing: "She said… 'a women's thing' and I didn't dare ask further because…" "Oh my goodness…", Annabel exclaimed, once more covering her mouth with her hand in shock. Her sister had never lied to her and she knew only too well how awful Camilla had felt about having to lie to Charles. The fact that she had now lied to both and bringing together what she had told them respectively only led her to one conclusion - and only one answer to the question of what they'd do now: "We have to go to London! Right this instant!" 

The Prince's driver and protection officer weren't happy about the sudden change of plans at all, had it already been hard enough to get His Royal Highness to Dorset this morning but they knew very well that there job wasn't to questions or judge any of his decisions, so of course they drove him, accompanied by Mrs Elliot, back to London. Annabel didn't feel comfortable at all as she carefully explained to the future King what might or might not be going on with her sister - it didn't feel right to betray her like that, let alone revealing to the Prince that she knew about their rekindled… friendship, but special situations sometimes required special measures and this was definitely a special situation. “What do you mean, she is…?” Charles stared at her in complete disbelief and couldn’t seem to bring it together. He had heard the words but his brain didn’t seem to understand them. It couldn’t be real. “But why didn’t she tell me?”, he asked in a mixture of anger, disappointment and self-reproaches. Perhaps he’d been too demanding with her lately. It had only ever been about him, her being there for him, supporting him, loving him, encouraging him, comforting him… and when she told him she couldn’t meet him, he had been reproachful because he had needed to see her. But what about her? In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had asked her how she was feeling, what was going on in her life… God, he had been so bloody selfish, what an absolute fool he was! How could he not have noticed that something hadn’t been right with her lately, how could he not have felt it? “You know how she is…”; Annbel tried to soothe him. “Milla is awfully good at putting things into boxes and never let anyone notice.” “But I’m not just anyone!”, he countered. “I’m her…” Well. They both knew too well what he had been about to say but, no, he wasn’t her husband. He was somebody else’s husband, just as she had another husband. What a complete mess they’d managed to get themselves into… “And that’s exactly why she didn’t tell you.”, Annabel assured him. “She only ever wants what’s best for those she loves…” “I hope we won’t be too late…”, Charles grumbled and his gaze wandered out of the window. He still didn’t understand how he couldn’t have noticed but right now his only concern was the baby and that his love hadn’t done something she’d regret for the rest of her life because the bloody idiot he was hadn’t been there for her the very moment she had needed him most. He knew that, would it be too late, it would be his end. He would never forgive himself. “Can we just go a bit faster?”, he screamed at his driver and  since both him and his protection officer knew that it never led anywhere to argue with the Prince, he pressed on the accelerator as hard as he could.

Camilla was sitting in the dark in her parents’ flat in London, wrapped up warmly in a soft and fluffy blanket, slowly rocking back and forth, having been humming the same, old lullaby her mother used to sing to her and Annabel when they had been little for hours, not sure whether she wanted to soothe the baby or herself. The baby, her baby, her sweet little angel that she already loved more than words could express. She had absolutely no idea, no plan, what she was going to do know but once the nurse had called her in, she had panicked, suddenly knowing that she couldn’t do it and had run away completely terrified. She knew nothing right now, except for how much she loved and wanted this baby and that nothing in this world could ever take it away from her. No matter what it was going to cost. She would find a way, with or without Andrew, with or without Charles… She wouldn’t be the first single mum on earth and she was convinced that she had enough love to give for her baby to have a happy and secure childhood, despite all circumstances. Perhaps she could… before she was able to finish her thought, she was distracted from some loud and irritating noises in the entrance hall, fast steps on the stairs, a man and a woman nervously speaking at once, and then suddenly somebody knocking on the door, rather aggressively, and a well-know voice shouting: "Milla, are you there? Please open the door, everything's going to be alright…" It was Annabel. And she also recognised the other voice but her brain refused to believe it at this point. It couldn't be true. Somewhat dazed, she got up, made it through the corridor, and as she opened the door and, indeed, saw her sister and Charles, the love of her life, there father of her unborn child, worriedly looking at her, her legs started to tremble and suddenly everything was dark.

No poll today as I don't have a Yes/No question for this chapter but I'd love to hear your opinions/thoughts/wishes for the next chapters in the comments...!

[likeastars]

Is there nevermore Ouran high school host club au yet?

Oh. Oh my god.

You do not know what you have triggered.

70% of my personality is MADE of ouran host club.

LET ME THINK LET ME THINK. HOW WOULD THIS EVEN WORK.

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OK GOT IT

Lenore creats the host club for shits and giggles to not die of boredom in this super elitist school full of stuck up assholes.

Instead of going to the pREtTiesT BOyS she goes up to the outcasts of the outcasts and says yo. Let's make people some people MAD.

So they do <3

She goes first to this guy, Duke, famous for his sassy quips and incredible ��flair💫. They click immediately.

They then go hunt this lil freak called Pluto, so shy and antisocial many don't even know he goes to that school.

Then Berenice pops up like chaos? Count me in baby! And with her Eulalie comes along. She's just happy to be there.

The last one to join is Morella, Lenore's long-time friend and local sweetheart, who is a bit nervous about the project.

With Lenore's charm, this ragtag club of rejects becomes incredibly famous in the school, with long ass wait lists to be served by one of the hosts, who are a breath of fresh air from the fake and stilted atmosphere of the school.

There is only one problem: the journalism club.

Composed of the richest, most snobbish and entitled people in the school (and Ada for some reason???) who use their information for blackmail and bullying. They feel very threatened by this club of nobodies, who is slowly getting more and more traction.

What they do not know, is that Annbel Lee's, their ruthless leader, and Lenore's relationship goes way beyond a simple school feud...

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THIS GOT WAY TO SERIOUS LMAO. It's basically just the wacky hijinks of the og anime but there are big bad mean bullies now

IF YOU HAVE YOUR OWN VERSION OF THE AU TELL ME PLIZ!!!! THIS IS FEEDING PARTS OF MY BRAIN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I HAD

[mydyspraxiablog]

Having dyspraxia can be frustrating at time some people just rude and hurts when say " Are you hidecap not get out do door" At bus driver saying that.

Benn dyspraxia got poor writing and your balance not very good people don't understand dyspraxia always first one lost job because think you lazy and slow.

Lost your Cats Annabel and Sydnee is very hardst things do but out darkness come light.

After Annbel die 2022 I start going church then Sydnee die on 2023 Annabel die at 16 years old and Sydnee die on 17 years Sydnee was under happy because lost Annabel and always be together.

If could go back time spead one more day with Annabel and Sydnee I would.

As it cricle life and life carry on and now got child yes I got child really sponsor a child from Ethiopia from Compassionuk it charity just in name of Jesus christ. Only embarrassing is can't log on Compassionuk at movent and I send some family photos, colour pictures to my sponsor child in Ethiopia So try going post office before Cimera but someone ask for passport which means it taking ages so after Cimera went to post the letter photos and colour paper and A4 Enloveope have rip so have post office staff have sort out so embarrassing so I hope haven't been lost in Stafford Town as got child references number on.

So hope sponsor child get letters and paper gift.

So felt embarrassing A4 Enloveope rip .

I think of get second sponsor child but waiting till God say it right time.

[mynameisnottravis]

This episode.

Oh tjruaiajsjaj I'm so hyped for the next three but Jesus H. Christ this one-

LENORE REACHED THROUGH ANNABEL'S TITTY CAVITY TO RING THE BELL???? AND HER FLIRTING WITH ANNABEL TO LOWER HER GUARD,

This comic will be the death of me.

[thebitchforjemcarstairs]

Hiya! SO I just started this series and saw your post but i’m so confused by these family connections i won’t lie. how are jace and mina related again ? isn’t he..from stephen james and wills line? is he…distant cousins with mina? my brain hurts thinking about it all

while we’re on the topic..is tessa related to the blackthorns since jesse is a blackthorn that lucie likely had kids with? though she never interacts or mentions the blackthorns i don’t think? so maybe it’s a different line? a big one i was wondering about is how does cassandra clare mention so much in TDA that kit look like jace if he’s ..from stephens side of herondales? kits mom isn’t from jace’s line of herondales and i doubt he looks nothing like his father..isn’t that weird? why wouldn’t he look like his parents but he’d look just like jace who he’s not closely related to? ITS SO CONFUSING sorry for this just need help understanding it all

how does ty have jesse’s straight hair or tessa’s gray eyes if he has two parents who he should look more like instead..? similar to kit who should look like his parents instead of jace? when does anyone ever say to us “you look just like your great great ancestor or very very very distant relative 🥺”

Hi, Well, for your first question, Jace is a descendent of Jamie, so basically, since Mina is Jaime's sister, she's like his great great great great aunt, that's kind of the joke. For the second question, I have no info on the current Blackthorn, and how related they are to Tessa. CC never mentioned it, so sorry I have nothing. The third question is about how Jace and Kit look like each other, while they are not from the same line. So both Kit and Jace meet at some point in the family tree since Kit is a descendent of Tobias and Jace of William I, and both Tobias and William I were brothers (we hear about them during the whole Annbel thing). But that's almost 200 years before their birth. So, that's why I came to the conclusion that they look like each other, not because they are related, but because they are both blonds, and blond men all look the same (sorry blond men). Hope that helped.

[cleverpaws]

yeah i am now listening to the song version of annbel lee by sarah jarosz for no reason

[awutar]

Bad Bunny's profile appears on a platform where he apparently seeks to flirt

Bad Bunny’s profile appears on a platform where he apparently seeks to flirt

Through a video posted on TikTok, a user under the name of Annbells, published that the singer Benito Antonio Martinez Ocasio, artistically known as Bad Bunny, has an active profile on a dating application. And it is that, according to the girl, In a search that he carried out through the exclusive dating portal, Raya discovered the famous Puerto Rican advertising himself with all its…

[mumblo-number-five]

Annbelle Wallis