#Lenore Ani

[human-antithesis]

Woe Unto Me - Along the Meandering Ordeals, Reshape the Pivot of Harmony (March 24th, 2023) Country: Belarus Genre: Funeral Doom Metal Format: FLAC

Lineup: Igor Kovalev - Clean Vocals, Keyboards Artem Serdyuk - Harsh Vocals, Guitars Dzmitry Shchyhlinski - Rhythm Guitar Ivan Skrundevskiy - Bass Pavel Shmyga - Drums Olga Apisheva - Keyboards

Miscellaneous Staff: Arkadiusz “Aro” Jablonski - Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering Artem Serdyuk - Producer, Songwriting Igor Kovalev - Producer, Lyrics Lenore Ani - Artwork, Layout, Design

Label: M-Theory Audio

Tracklist:

Mired Down in the Innermost Thicket - 12:09

Spiral-Shaped Hopewreck - 12:25

Deep Beneath The Burden - 12:02

Blood-Black Nothingness Stops Spinning - 12:16

The Great Waste of Withered Pipedreams - 14:36

[majosullivan]

What if when season 2 starts, we get a cut away between Annabel being at the mercy of the Wild Hunt, desperately hoping that somehow Lenore will come for her. That she will come to her rescue like she’s done before. That she will somehow make the impossible possible once again from this situation that seems like certain deaths…only to switch to Lenore’s perspective as she’s stuck on the other side of the school, not knowing where Annabel. WHAT THEN?

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+Bonus!

[yeonggisbitch]

THE LESBIANS ARE SOOO BACK EVERYBODY

[ghostselkie]

I had to

[tuxragboon]

I like the fact that we all as a community do not ship Annabel and Prospero, like in my time I’ve NEVER seen any people ship the two in a romantic way and I sit here and thank god for it

[one-pissed-off-child]

Day 10 of posting Nevermore thoughts until S2 drops

So, going with the theory that Lenore's Spectre is fire-based, imagine if Lenore's Spectre is too hot to touch like Anna's Spectre is too cold to touch except they reach perfect equilibrium together so they're the only one's that can touch each other safely also what if they ki-

[tequiilasunriise]

I love when the toxic yuri is absolutely DOOMED by the narrative and they’re so in love they’re going through a divorce they are seeing each other in full for the first time they’re each other’s first (and last) love they’re gay and kissing and gay they’re still signing those divorce papers and yeah these is all happening at the same time

[katnissandpeetamellark]

Let’s talk HC about SOTR

I really (don’t judge LOL I am a dreamer) like the one that Lenore Dove is somehow related to the Everdeens…

But I also have my HC she’s Barb Azure’s adopted child. I could see adoption (even if it’s like tough economically for people) being a thing for The Covey.

Let me know your own HCs for anything SOTR related (not just LD ❤️)

[nevermorgue]

nevermore musical concept part 2

duke and lenore main duet in dreamland (ft the occasional pluto eulabee as it swaps back and forth between dreamland and the others looking for duke around the school. montrada cameo.)

pluto’s lament (ft eulalie and berenice) regarding dukes disappearance. he sounds much more tired (his eye bags are terrible when duke is gone. did you notice?)

battle song during ring the bell with lenore + spectre eulabee, monty and will

of course we get a lenore annabel duet, the main one potentially being after the maze when they meet late at night. and whenever they sing to each other throughout, it’s vaguely the same melody/similar notes to their song. for example if the groups are singing against each other, every lyric directed at one another vaguely matches the notes to their own private duet.

hideout song with eulalie starting it (it’s called ‘We’re the ghosts now’ and it’s fantastic.) and they’re all finally happy and vibing for once

lenore singing with past self while hallucinating in that one part of the maze (+ theo harmonizing just barely out of reach.)

prospero and annabel lee with a proper duet. in group songs with annabel’s group they tend to compliment one another as a nudge towards him sort of being the second in command, but as a duet on their own they’re singing as themselves rather than working to blend. they come together as themselves and sound real, better than as they do when blending in front of the group

[avichor]

many thoughts about vampires and how consuming their media with a strict, humanistic moral lens defeats the purpose

[chotachica]

This fight actually looks so silly I'm crying this is gold

[human-antithesis]

Woe Unto Me - Spiral-Shaped Hopewreck (EP) [March 12th, 2021] Country: Belarus Genre: Funeral Doom Metal Format: FLAC

Lineup: Igor Kovalev - Clean Vocals, Keyboards Artem Serdyuk - Harsh Vocals, Guitars Dzmitry Shchyhlinski - Rhythm Guitar Ivan Skrundevskiy - Bass Olga Apisheva - Keyboards Pavel Shmyga - Drums

Miscellaneous Staff: Lenore Ani - Artwork, Layout, Design Arkadiusz “Aro” Jablonski - Engineering, Mixing, Mastering, Producer Artem Serdyuk - Songwriting Igor Kovalev - Lyrics

Tracklist:

And Every Piece of a Being Was Washed Away by the - 01:10

Spiral-Shaped Hopewreck - 11:30

Dissolving and Then Forming a New Image, So - 00:51

Sad and Slow (Klone Cover) - 06:07

Sowing Itself Like Seeds Into the Soil, Becoming a Chrysalis in the State of - 01:12

Lethargica (Meshuggah Cover) - 07:24

Only to Wake Up in the Reality of Chaos and Burn Its Wings of Creation - 01:55

[majosullivan]

Just your typical Sapphic/Achillean hostility

[riser793]

Poem of Lenore in the house fire under the cut (I might include this in the end of one of my fics)

It does have a different ending though so warning for implied character death

Yet as the house turns to ashes

I can’t escape in dashes

Not like before

My hip aches despite the reform

The cane pierces burning wood

As I fall, I cling to my hood

Is the box still there?

I search with care

Spotting it near the fire

Where lies the ring and my hidden desire

The plan was to be her light

Run away in the thick of the night

Yet as the house turns to ashes

I can’t escape in dashes

Not like before.

[shouts-into-the-void]

I really hope that this is a genuine friendship, and not another one of Annabel Lee's games, because I really do think this is good for her.

[beevean]

A more fleshed out idea of how I would have ended the Lenector story in the most balanced way I can think of.

Lenore is Hector's prisoner, as per canon. He still treats her as nothing happened, like a good friend, but Lenore is sulking and angry and not even bothering to keep up the façade like Hector used to do in her position. It's unfair, after she treated him as her only confidant, and she couldn't care less, that's what the traitor gets. Hector thinks he should be happy, to have reversed the roles on her... but he isn't. Unlike Lenore, power over another person doesn't satisfy him. He can't help but see her as a depressed animal in a cage... much like he used to be.

He wanted to protect her, he really did, but only now he's seeing how much hurt he caused her. Much like she said she meant to do with the ring, although to this day he doesn't know if it was a lie or the truth. There is no joy in inflicting her the same fate she inflicted upon him, even if it comes from a place of well-meaning and not selfishness. He has seen what that kind of "eye for an eye" mentality brings to the world, and he wants none of it.

So, he finally takes a decision for himself, and repays the one debt he has with her. He helps her flee from the castle. He is, for the first time, showing empathy to a person and not an animal.

(I don't even think Isaac needs to be kept in the dark. Lenore on her own is harmless, nothing like Carmilla who became a danger to the world. Hector and Lenore are dangerous tools in the wrong hands, but they lack the ambition that makes them solid threats, as they are mostly concerned with feeling safe. If Isaac truly wants to do good to everyone, he has no reason to keep Lenore as a prisoner, not even to force her to work for him. Same for Hector, since the two might have "forgiven" each other, but they have no relationship whatsoever. Perhaps him heeding Hector's request could show more how compassionate he has truly grown.)

Lenore is confused as to why, and Hector more or less explains that he couldn't bear watching her drinking herself into a stupor. Lenore snaps, and yells at him that he has no right to feeling sorry for her after what he has done, after going behind her back, after ruining her life... and is promptly shot down by Hector flashing his mutilated hand. Every ounce of ire Lenore directs at Hector is actually directed at herself, and they both know it. She is deeply regretting everything she did for the sake of people that didn't even respect her, she is just too proud to apologize. And her pride, her insecurity, her need to be the one in control, was what prevented her from truly being the good person she wanted to be. The very reason Hector wasn't happy with her despite her best efforts, and destroyed her life.

She really thought something so paltry as a slave ring would tame the human spirit. She really thought humans, like vampires, would care more about safety than freedom. For a diplomat who set herself to bridge humankind and vampirekind, she let her basic instincts get the better of her.

"Why didn't you just kill me back then?" she yells, attacks, it feels so good to blame Hector rather than herself. "At least I wouldn't have known how little I matter to you!"

"I'm no longer that child," Hector responds. "I'm no longer the boy who believes to have the right to punish others. Besides, shouldn't you know the desire to spare someone's life no matter what?"

They had never breached that subject again, not after Lenore dismissed it in a fit of denial. It still weighs on her. He can no longer care.

"All this time," Hector says at last, "I expected an apology, but I think I don't need it anymore. As much as I don't need you anymore. I'm grateful for your efforts to protect me from your sisters' ire, so now I'll use them to live for myself. I'm sorry it had to be this way."

He holds no grudges anymore, and he has genuinely come to appreciate the real Lenore behind her masks and the way she took care of him during the previous six weeks, when the world would have chewed him and spit him out; but at the same time, he can't bear staying with her. She makes him too sad. It reminds him of how low he allowed himself to be brought for the sake of some scraps of love. She reminds him too much of a version of him he doesn't want to be. There are too many conflicting feelings in him. He can't help but think that, in another life, the two could have been genuine friends, if not more... but not this one. Too much baggage, too much shared misery. He is done with it. No more will he seek safety and love in other people, as if he wasn't strong enough. He deserves better.

Lenore doesn't know what to think anymore. She wants to die so badly, she is almost tempted to not hide herself from the sun: she can't concieve her existence as nothing more than a black hole, unworthy of living. She is nothing more than a disgusting monster doomed to spread misery to the world, she thinks, and she should die like one. She has nothing left, no allies, no home, and the one person she fell in love with is pulling away from her, and she can't bear being abandoned, and she completely understands why he's doing so. At the same time, however... Hector too has nothing left, and yet he wants to live. After everything he went through, after himself desiring death at Isaac's hand, he wants to experience real life, not survival like he has done since he was born. Lenore pretended to praise his strength when she was manipulating him, but now she has come to genuinely admire that trait. Can she, a vampire used to nothing but comfort, be as strong as a human being?

She wants to ask Hector if he thinks she's a good person. A glance at his mutilated hand answers her more than any word could. Lenore, all this time, had no idea what being "good" meant, she was only good at putting up a façade of gentleness, and she thought it was enough. All this time, she behaved like a vampire pretending to be human... so now, she will learn from the best human she has ever met. The best person. The only one who saw her as a person as well, behind her masks, behind her usefulness.

Even if Hector is now walking towards the dawn, with nothing but his resolution. For the first time, he will live for him, for himself.

They will never meet again, but in a twisted way, they gave each other what they needed to grow.