#lenore white reminders

[dumvixerum]

This song is so white raven coded, especially Lenore (comment te dire adieu means "How to say goodbye" btw) since she literally committed arson to see her wife again and followed her into the after life too

And there's also a few lyrics concerning fire and silex and stuff

Anyway I see white raven stuff everywhere it's frightening 💀 sometimes it's morellada too, since the current state of both of those ships is very similar ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[whiterexpper]

Btw many in the fandom have been using "white raven" as a ship name for Annabel and Lenore instead of Lennabel!

Oh yeah , it’s a habit for me to use lennabel. White raven is so elegant and I love it. I always switch between them all the time

They have my heart and white raven is winning

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

@void-tiger THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! I admit it's not really well thought out especially the other reality part

With Veronica and Kuron, it's specifically related to my Post s8 au (here, here is where I talked specifically about their relationship and the tag is here). Right after Lance resurrected Kuron (and fell into coma) Veronica found him while she was looking Lance who wasn't exactly.....doing well for some time, and had kinda went awol on everyone. Veronica had known enough about the entire clone arc thing from Lance and Shiro to not be weirded out but doesn't think that Kuron is evil or even dangerous (the first time they met, Kuron was waking up delirious, slipped and knocked himself out) so after a chaotic hospital trip, some explanations and after some more time and various discoveries, Veronica offers Kuron to room with her.

Veronica and Kuron's relationship at first was rather messy. Vero does sympathize with Kuron's situation but with family issues and her own tendency to be more private/secretive she doesn't have the spoons to deal with him. And in return Kuron does understand and appreciates what Veronica is doing for him but he's also someone who was pretty much abandoned by almost everyone he cared for and was doomed to die in his own mind while someone else used his body, so isn't having a good time either. This would lead to a screaming match, a fight and eventual reconciliation.

i think at first Veronica and Kuron are trying to figure out what even happened to Lance and how to help him but eventually their search expands into a major plot mysteries and loose threads (for eg Lotor's entire deal, some old experimentation by galra with shiro clones (and possibly more Shiro clones who survived) and i am visiting my old hc about gradual exposure to quintessence turning humans into eldritch horrors and nature of quintessence being perceptional and cultural) (Kuron is immune from turning into one due to Haggar's research on humans and clones and Lance using said research as pretty much a blueprint. Veronica however isn't)

Overall i feel their relationship swings between a genuinely healthy friendship who also tend to get codependent and encourage each other's worst habits.

As for the Narti Allura and Lance brotp- Again it's not really well thought out, even less so then Vero and Kuron. In this au Allura is travelling through different realities to get to her own one (I have been debating about giving her amnesia and at first it sounded like a good idea, but right now I am not sure :/. Her powers are still a mess though and she will get crippling fear of death, I am not budging on that). One of these realities she visits is this one where due to a series of butterfly effects voltron team (the humans one) never really formed but did

This reality is lot similar but also quite different, some of these differences being- 1)War being delayed and Allura being sealed in cryopod much later as well as Lotor being older when his parents got corrupted. 2) Delay in war causing Honerva's memory to come back causing a rift in her and Zarkon relationship until they both are against each other (sometimes). 3) Honerva occasionally working with Lotor but it's a strained relationship and Lotor hates both his parents as well as anything to do with quintessence bs 4)Lance found the blue lion much sooner as a kid and then getting taken in by Lotor before he could reach Allura (and also being in vicinity of Honerva which yknow....not good) . 5) Allura was released some other wat sooner and found surviving Alteans and through them and other planets formed the coalition she's currently head of. 6) Narti was sent out to assassinate/take over Allura but didn't (they fought and then talk it out), after which she joined Lotor. She does get controlled by Honerva but wasn't killed. 7) Allura got the white lion before ending up in cryopod

The end ultimately leads to 'shadow zombie' apocalypse (which is kinda because of anti-quintessence thingy? Like it feeds on quintessence and is shadowy) a few years later which kills off Zarkon, Honerva, Lotor and a lot of the empire as well as much of the universe and the blue paladin 'died' (aka Lance just straight up fakes his own death and had nearly gotten away with no one knowing it too if weren't for meddling Narti), and with so many big players dead, Allura's coalition or rather The Council took charge in rehabilitation and fixing what's left (I do think it was lot more complicated than random zombie apocalypse, I feel like it was culmination of everything?? Sorry I am still trying to figure it out)

Lance and Allura meet through Narti, and it was all years ago and now they are Trying. The work is tiring, overwhelming, the present is better but also still bleak, there's a seemingly new incident everyday, all the people who survived and the societies that still exist only Just started to reach a stability and peace and it's fragile as shit and all three of them are Trying™ in spite of the trauma and pain and despair and everything. The apocalypse isn't a problem anymore but it did leave behind a lot of mess. These three pretty much trauma bonded for life

These three are very messy adults and also they are raising Lance's clone they found. She's their little baby, all three of them love her so much, but also they are messy people living in messy world and are kinda fail at parenting. They are not horrible but also- Allura tends to baby her too much, Lance has tendency to project his own trauma and is over-protective, Narti has screwed sense of what is and isn't dangerous for a human child and just let her do whatever and also tends to bother her like a funny owner of a grumpy cat. Also all three of them are embarrassing soccer parents, so there's that.

I do think there's lot more to it, but i feel it's already long enough and i want to flesh out these three's personalities and dynamics a lot more. A lot of this most likely will be changed cause I am very indecisive at the end of the day. Anyway thank you so much for asking!!! Sorry this is late (I was kinda on a trip for a week and also rewrote the other reality stuff three times but ehh)

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts

[sofiiif]

Someone earlier (@radioactivesweet) said that Lenore and Annabel lee give Raven Queen and Apple White vibes and it reminded me of this meme I made as soon as I entered the nevermore's fandom:

That's it. That's the post. Bye.

[ghostselkie]

Okay so I think there is something weird going on with Lenore

And it's not what you think. Well I'm not sure what I'm even thinking; tbh it feels like I'm pulling on a thread that's not meant to be puled yet but well hear we are.

So I think there is something about Lenore that is fundamentally different than the other students, and it's not just the prior bond she has with Annabel. It seems like, and this is going to sound completely insane, that she has some connection to nevermore, or something about her is closer to the entities that inhabit it.

Hear me out.

Warning: this is unhinged.

Upon entering the grounds of the academy she had that weird eldritch vision.

A vision Annabel didn't seem to have.

A vision the Deans knew she had.

And then there it the thing with the orbs. In chapter 45 Poppet stats them to be insentient, but they don't seem to act that way. They talk, and even try to protect Lenore.

Now it's unclear weather Annabel can hear what they are saying, as this feels like it's from Lenore's pov but I wanted to include it any way. These orbs feal sentient to me, maybe not sapient, but it feels like a weird thing for a teacher, do get wrong, or knowingly mislead us with.

And then there is the Raven. The mother fucking Raven. He is the first character we see Lenore with.

He states that the only reason that he talks to her is that she addressed him first. Something that no other student has done.

And then there is this.

Why would his curiosity about Lenore be destructive!? Like, Lenore is the person he'd said he would eat if she tried to escape. It cant be Merry and Mourn that pose a threat to him since he's snooped around the academy grounds before.

Now what I'm going to say next is going to enter thumb tacks and string territory but...

I think Lenore and the Raven have some weird connection.

First off, there's the obvious, Lenore has a bird motif, ravens specifically, and well she befriends a raven.

Then there is their mutual association with the color red. Lenore with her, well, everything, and the bird with his speech bubbles. And said speech bubbles seem unique. At first glance they seem like the speech bubbles we see with characters specters, but something about them seems different, and it's not just the colors. They seem more blotchy.

Now this is what character thoughts normaly look like

White text, with a colored gradient around them. But you wanna know what Lenore's thought's look like after she talks with the raven for the second time?

Red and blotchy, just like the ravens speech bubbles.

Now this is the only time her thoughts appear like this but I still felt like mentioning it.

Also you wanna who Lenore and the Raven's dynamic kinda reminds me of?

Merry and Mourn!

But like a Merry and Mourn that don't know each other well yet.

There is something going on here, but I have no clue what it is.

@blacknedsoul-blog Look you're one of the best meta writers in the nevermore fandom, and I feel like I'm going insane. HELP!

[ambros1an]

sunday x reader: evermore

warnings: penacony spoilers, heavily references ‘the raven’ bc that’s canon, reader is called Lenore once but it’s a reference not their actual name, description of dead bird (but not a real bird)

summary: something is lurking around your apartment, luckily someone is there to stop it. and it’s someone nobody’s seen in awhile.

Once upon a midnight dreary, where you pondered weak and weary. The sun has set, but the buzz of the city leaks through the walls, doing nothing but lull you further into slumber. Turning over, lifting the sheets over your head is when you hear it-

rat-tat-tat

‘there’s someone knocking on my door,’ you think, just when you were about to nod off. You roll over, back facing the wall, hoping to just ignore it, but sleep doesn’t come.

Distinctly you remember, it was on that bleak Saturday; and each harmonious note wrought its melodies upon the air. Eagerly you wished the morrow;-vainly you had sought to borrow from books cease of sorrow.

sorrow for the lost and radiant bachelor— whom the angels name, Sunday.

Planets that once worshiped the Order shined brightest before their collapse. And so he too fell like the morning star.

Nameless here forevermore.

The silken rustling of the curtain gouges a pit in your stomach. Then fills you with terrors of uncertainty. Just who could be knocking at your door. To still your beating heart, you stand still, listening. Thoughts repeating in your head, “just some visitor entreating at my door, probably a salesman. Nothing more.”

Perhaps then your soul grew stronger with the mantra. Without hesitating you walk to the door, “sir or ma’am, I’m sorry but it’s late for me. I was asleep until I heard your knocking. It was pretty quiet, so I wasn’t sure I heard you but-“ I opened the door wide,

Darkness there and nothing more.

You stare deep into that darkness. As if your mind tries to fill the void, you stand there dreaming. The mumble of the outdoors is no longer audible. The hair on your arms raise at the silence.

The only sound there to be spoken was a whispered word, “Sunday?” An echo at the back of the hall whispered back “Sunday?”

Just you, again. Merely this and nothing more.

Turning back around into the room, you shut the door. With your back turned, soon you hear another rat-tat-tat, louder than before. The sound is coming from your window. With one foot in front of the other, slowly you encroach upon the threat. Your heart in your ears and the shaking in your limbs, “surely, there’s something…please just be wind.”

Swiftly you pull back the curtains. The window was already open. On the window sill stood a man with grey wings, long past his saintly days.

“Wha-Sunday!”

Taking a closer look at him, you notice black feathers adorned on his white suit. Then see him grasping a raven tightly in his hand, its dark plumage ruffled and disorderly with its mouth agape. The bird had a peculiar eye in the center of his chest.

“Not the raven you were expecting, right?” Sunday smiles but the expression doesn’t match his eyes, “I found him snooping around your lodging. It seems the dream master, well former dream master, hasn’t let up even in my and the order’s absence.”

Could it have been that the “knocking” was that “raven” pecking at your door? The former dream master? He had once told you about the man, Golpher Wood, who raised him and his sister. But it seems he didn’t tell you everything.

While you were staring, Sunday took the opportunity to let himself in. Plucking off the black feathers off his clothes.

“Never mind that! Where have you been? I thought you died. No one’s seen you since…” dominicus. You leave that part unsaid, not like he needs a reminder.

He avoids your gaze, looking off to the side, “I’ve been…busy. Sorting out some personal business out on my own.”

“Sunday. Robins been worried about you. If you won’t tell me, then at least tell her.”

“No, I don’t want her involved in this. She’ll be fine since the family is protecting her but, you’re an outsider. I don’t trust them with you.” He shakes his head, his hand behind his back, always in that contemplative manner.

“Why not?” You ask, putting your hands on your hips.

“Did you not see the ‘raven’ corpses lined up out your door? I saw you open it.” He saw all that too? The hallway was so dark that you didn’t dare venture out least you alert an intruder. The thought of someone out there watching you made your heart pound.

“Truth be told, I didn’t want you to see me yet.” Sunday mumbles. It seems that habit of his hasn’t gone away since you’ve last seen him.

“Are you going away again?” Your hands drop at your side.

“Yes. For now. The family has a target on me. Regrettably, I really messed up. My intention was to help, but it seems I’ve only succeeded in making a political upheaval,” he sighed.

“At least, promise me this, that your presence won’t be nevermore. That you’ll visit again.”

With the grace of a seraphim, his hands cup your face bringing it closer to his, “Of course, my sweet Lenore,” and lays a chaste kiss upon your lips.

“By that Heaven that bends above us—by that Aeon we both adore, tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, it shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

a/n: this was so experimental from whatever I do. finals beating me rn so im losing it but i saw references of this poem in the game and it matches so well with sunday and gopher wood that i had to write something with it 👍 even if my brain is fried

[blacknedsoul-blog]

Random thought of the day (VI)

When I first saw that scene, my first impulse was to think, "Fuck, Duke is three Doritos away from figuring it out. Or at least starting to get suspicious".

But I feel like knowing how Duke died put this interaction in a new light:

Duke was betrayed by his assistant. Murdered, actually. We don't know exactly what their relationship was, but they must have been at least business associates. And not just any business: Duke entrusted this man with the preparation of shows that could easily endanger his own life. He trusted him, and what did his assistant do? Kill him.

So I got the feeling that the reason Duke is giving Lenore that warning is because he has been the victim of a manipulator before: experience tells him that someone like that is a dangerous person who will end up betraying her at the first opportunity.

And thinking about it that way reminded me of something else…

We don't know (yet) who Annabel's (and possibly Lenore's) executioner was, but we do know this: the Lady in White's description of the Spectre specifically uses the word betrayed. Whoever ended her life was someone important enough for Annabel to feel that way (and she didn't take it well at all, as the alignment of her Spectre tells us).

It's an interesting situation because it gives you a little parallel between Duke and Annabel: they were both betrayed and killed by someone they trusted.

But where Duke accepted that fact and moved on, allowing himself to trust others again, Annabel understood that the only person she could trust was Lenore.

And now I'm curious if that's going to be a thing at some point.

[opulentshits]

What's in Rook's inventory?

Our possessions tell a story of who we are and what we value. Here are some items Lenore keeps in her bag while travelling across Thedas! (inspired by citadrells on X)

A Mourn Watcher's grave gold: Kept in a purple satin pouch. A reminder of one's roots. I'd like to think spirits can also sense the presence of grave gold even if they are not worn, allowing Lenore to continue to perform her duties as a Mourn Watcher outside of Nevarra.

A scalpel and some bandages: A Mourn Watcher can never be too prepared! Even though Lenore is a Reaper, all Mourn Watchers undergo field medical training.

A bag of random knick knacks from a charming skeleton: It contains a piece of string, some (very dry) almonds, a griffon feather, leaves (also dry), rocks and exactly, three marbles. The bag was sewn by Manfred. He seems to have picked up the love language of gift giving from his father, not that Lenore is complaining.

Incense sticks from Nevarra: These ones in particular smell like patchouli and amber moss. Lenore brought these with her when she left the Necropolis. Emmrich acquired some for himself and started using them in his laboratory.

A white marble rook chess piece: A gift from Varric for a job well done. A piece to remember Varric and his lessons by. Lenore likes to hold on to it while she thinks. The coolness of the smooth stone keeps her grounded.

A bound journal: Used to document Lenore's adventures and current events. Occasionally, you will find sketches of a particular dapper necromancer. The pages themselves have a slight floral fragrance from the pressed flowers. Some pages are stained by the flowers. Lenore likes to think it adds personality to the journal.

Elfroot potions: Handy for a quick fix! Emmrich makes sure that Lenore is always stocked with potions.

A bit of kohl, dusty red eyeshadow and perfume oil that smells like Vanilla, Vetiver and Cardamom: Warrior or not, Lenore likes to look good. A little bit of make up and perfume goes a long way.

Bag of Money: Lenore started saving up quite a bit ever since she started her adventures with Varric. Ever the gentleman, Emmrich does not let her use her money as he insists on paying for everything whenever they are out together.

A healing salve: Made by Emmrich. A simple mixture of camphor, mint, cajuput, clove and a bit of elfroot extract in shea butter. Handy for that stiff left wrist, or any bruises. Seeing the jar always makes Lenore smile.

A small box of chocolates from an Antivan confectionery: Courtesy of Lucanis when Lenore requested for chocolates on the shopping list. It comes in a bedazzled tin. The chocolates are rationed to Lenore slowly so she doesn't eat them all in one sitting. Lenore is partial to gianduja and strawberry cream filled bonbons.

[atalante2o]

Part 2 of Different Scenographys in Nevermore

(And more analysis)

Got a little free time so let's go for part 2 !

A thing I missed to mention in the previous post is the definition of scenography : it's the decorum (the set) in wich an action/scene/acte takes place but there is also props, lights and actor's movements attached to it. It applies for cinema and theater. All of this is part of the creation of an

🌟ambiance🌟.

And do i need to say that RnF are doing a marvelous job at it ?

The Maze :

Various environments but based on a phobia wich is a very clever choice beacause all of this differents tones, colors, sets and architectures are justified and can exist in the same space and time : the Maze

But the most interesting "room" of all is the Dementophobia room :

I consider the last panel like a part of the room cause it's an effect from the place that affects Lenore's perception.

The place doesn't make sense, the architecture, gravity and space are all...drunk idk how to describ it differently.

The detail who stroke me is that this is the first place who adapt itself to the persons that enter inside. It adapts to Lenore and show her memories (by the way we don't know what Duke and Pluto saw inside but Lenore was the last one to go out, maybe 'cause she has more to see and remember... or just cause "Annabel is here let's stik around" idk).

This is the most frightening room because the characters can't move as swiftly as in the other rooms. Here the room plays with them, teleports them and separates them, they've no control.

The color tone maybe seen as welcoming and warm but i get a strange feeling of disconfort : it's too warm, too bright and again to high. Contrasting with the beginning of Lenore's memorie : deep blue, grey and black with white for the coffin.

The vibe of the room also reminds me of this :

Relativity M.C Escher

Because the authors pick symbolic artworks that are a huge part of the collective imaginary Nevermore feels deep and solid when it comes to show us various environments.

Thank you for reading ! As I said I don't know when i'll be free to do more but i'll try, this is so much fun to do. I'm planning to go throught the serie in a chronological way

See ya !

[nevermorgue]

Ello!!!

Who'd be big spoon 'n small spoon from both Lenore x Berenice/Eulalie?

Do you think Eulalie would play with Lenore's hair and braid them unknowingly as a habit?

:>

berenice small spoon, lenore big spoon. they rotate out a lot

eulalie is surprisingly the big spoon usually for her and lenore. definitely plays with it and really likes the black and white coloring. braids it for fun while they both fall asleep. lenore feels a little bittersweet feeling the familiar tug on her scalp or a braid being put in her hair :) reminds her of life

[blackbird5154]

A new fic translated!

Many thanks for @osiris-iii-bc and @mazeofspades who, despite her busy schedule, took the time to help me with it!

@cityofmeliora you might be interested

Characters: Papa Emeritus III, OC, Original Child Character

Summary: What if we imagine that Terzo was not only a Papa, but also a papa...?

Her full name was Annabel Lee. To everyone, she was just Anna, but her dad called her Tinkerbell.

When asked why he gave his daughter the name of a dead girl from a poem by Edgar Allan Poe, he would usually reply, “I wanted to name her Lenore, you know, like…” and then, straightening up and folding his hand in a pinch, he would begin to recite, ”'Ah, broken is the golden bowl, the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! A saintly soul glides down the Stygian river!’ My wife wanted to name her Anna, after the suffragette Anna Elizabeth Dickinson,” he changed his tone quickly, "So it was some sort of a compromise.”

When Anna asked what a compromise was, he said it’s when people gave up their privileges to become closer. And then, as if having remembered that she was a child, he squatted down to be at eye level with her and added, “You see, Tinkerbell, sometimes daddy wants to have a barbecue and mommy wants to go to In-N-Out. And that's when we make a deal to get hot dogs.”

As dad's departure approached, he began to smell different. On his shelf in the closet, in the company of a shaving cream, some gum paste, and a box of lenses, stood a bottle of perfume, the one that was brought out whenever talk of a new tour began. A couple of times, in his absence, Anna spritzed the perfume on her hand; that was how she became convinced that it was the intricate glass bottle that was responsible for dad's special scent. Dad was trying to be someone else for a while, so he surrounded himself with a cloud of fragrant, fresh, tart-grassy scent.

There was no secret to his work. Sometimes mom and she even attended his concerts. On those days dad would ask her to put a lens on her white eye, so it matched the color of her left, green-brown one. “It is simply the right thing to do,” he would say. The first time he brought her her personal box of lenses, she was scared. They practiced applying it for a long time, and in the process he would distract her with various stories, make a show of placing the lens in his eye as if to demonstrate how it’s done while deliberately picking the  wrong eye, and they would laugh together about how much of a dummy he was. And so, with the help of silly jokes and play, she finally learned to put the colored circle on her iris.

There was one more rule: she could not talk to the masked people or to the short, gray-haired woman who often accompanied dad at concerts.

Mom would always worry before these trips. Squatting down in front of Anna and combing her hair with a soft, springy rubber brush, she would remind her not to attract attention. "Of course, I understand you want to boast to the other kids and people at the concert that it's your daddy up there on stage,” she would say. “But you have to pretend you're just a regular girl, just like the other kids who came to hear him sing. Under no circumstances could it occur to anyone that you are his daughter.” If dad did everything in a joking manner, mom was strict in moments like these, and Anna could feel the tension in her voice, could see the worry in her eyes. She didn't know why there was a need for such secrecy, but she suspected that the answer would be, ‘It is simply the right thing to do’.

The last day before he would leave was always a long one. Dad would push her on the old wooden swing he had made when she was still a baby. The whole world soared in a dizzying flight. Rising and falling! Up and down! Of course, she would show him how she could jump off the swing while in motion. His daughter was the bravest. That's what he would always tell mom when she was in doubt and then remind her of real examples, as if flipping through a photo album. Here's Anna growling at the dog. And here's the time she kicked the neighbor boy’s ass when he tried to take the klaxon off her bike (we don't say ‘kicked ass’, we say ‘gave him a black eye’, because we don't use bad words, tut-tut, daddy, wash your mouth out with soap!).

Soon after, they would be flipping through the comic book version of ‘The Wind in the Willows’ for the umpteenth time, all together, while seated on a bench on the veranda. Mom would remark that Mole looked like some politician from TV, and both parents would laugh at something of their own. Anna had read the original book a long time ago. “Every child should have one”, dad said, and bought her first the book, followed by a watercolor comic book based on it. Then, as if he couldn't stop himself, he gave her the coloring book, and she spent long evenings in his absence filling in the empty outlines with pencils - the characters in their nifty English costumes, the river, the flowers, the houses.

The last day before he would leave was always a long one. There was paprikás for lunch and asparagus with mushrooms for dinner. They brought out the table and chairs to the lawn under the trees for the occasion and sat down, enjoying the fact that today they could still eat together. In the middle of the table was a large bouquet of flowers. The wind rustled in the crowns of the ash trees, ruffled the edges of the tablecloth and tried to blow the napkins off the table. Cutlery was placed on them so they wouldn't fly away. “The napkins think they’ll be eaten too,” dad joked, “So they try to escape.”

In the evening, mom and dad drank wine while Anna watched “Shaun the Sheep.” She sat on her favorite spot, on the floor in front of the screen with a pillow under her, and her parents were on the couch behind her, talking quietly as usual. There was a bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of them. Anna wasn't invited to join, but it didn't offend her at all. There are things meant for kids, and there are things meant for adults. The wine was for grown-ups. The cartoon was for her. When the episode ended, she turned around. Mom was sitting with slightly flushed cheeks, glass in hand, head resting on dad's shoulder. Her gaze was sad for some reason, frozen in thoughtful contemplation. That's how people usually look at a fire. Dad, with his arms around her, was lightly stroking her shoulder, covered with a light home sweater. He turned his head to her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded.

At the end of the day, when mom had already put her to bed and left the nightlight on, Anna heard her parents in the room downstairs talking in loud voices. ('fighting', it's called 'fighting').

"Do you realize how rarely we see you now?" mom said. "If you only knew how much Anna misses you." 

"Well, this way she doesn't get tired of me," dad answered softly, but Anna could hear every word through the thin ceiling.

"Three months is a long time for a child. It's a lifetime."

"But she's happy when I come back. And... I try to create good memories for her when I'm here."

"She's got school coming up."

"You're doing a great job."

Long pause.

"They're not your family. All these people you're reaching out to, they're nothing to you. You don't even know them. They have families of their own. And we don't have a second you, you know,” Anna caught a sarcastic bitterness in her mother's words.

"You don't understand. It's a calling. A mission!"

"A year ago you didn't have that mission. You had a normal job and we saw you every night. And now you're consumed by it. It’s your second life... where we don't belong."

"You do realize,” dad's voice became hard and irritated, ”Why I have to differentiate between you and the Church."

‘It is simply the right thing to do,’ Anna heard in her head.

"It's not about that. It's not about safety. It's just that you're all there. Even when you're here..."

"No, it's not true!"

"Even when you're here, you're slipping away. And you can't make it up to me with all those flowers! It's not even close to a compromise!"

Dad was silent in response, and Anna clenched the corner of the blanket between her fingers. Then, mom's voice came, much quieter.

"You know I'm not yelling because I hate you. It's because I love you."

"Of course. I know. I know..."

It was quiet downstairs for a long time, the only sound being that of tree branches scraping the wall of Anna's room. After a while, she heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The door was ajar, and dad came in quietly.

"Are you awake, Tinkerbell?" he ran his hand over the touch-sensitive nightlight making it a little brighter, and warm yellow light lit up his face.

"Three months?" Anna pulled the blanket up over herself. 

“Yep. In a blink of an eye,” dad sat down on her bed, and she felt the mattress sag slightly, moving out from under her knees. He gently tucked the blanket around her body, wrapping her up in a cozy cocoon. When he's gone, there won't be anyone to do this, she thought.

"Want me to read to you?"

Anna nodded silently. A smile tugged at the corner of dad's mouth. 

"Okay. Hmm... Well...” he clicked his tongue, as if giving himself the go-ahead to begin. “'It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea...'”

"No, not that." 

"Which one? Of the raven?"

"No..." Anna licked her lips quietly. "About the city."

"About the city..." dad looked up, and his face, illuminated by the warm light, became dreamy for a second. "Okay..." and he began. "Far, far away, under the godless skies, stands the city of Meliora..."

He spoke of a vast metropolis with gilded spires and buildings so tall that sunlight never reached their footing. About the Mysterious Spectre and his beautiful beloved, about the evil Madam Satan of the dark cult, about the magical Demi-Surge with his lightning bolts. Anna listened, and gradually her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and the meaning of the words began to slip away. Finally, sleep crept into her consciousness, plunging her into a soft darkness where there was only the warmth of the bed and her father's voice. When she was already in a pre-sleep slumber, the voice stopped; she felt his lips touch her forehead before the mattress creaked, releasing his weight.

[lyranix1201]

I suspect that Lenore had one of those big painting of herself in her room just like Theo.(her parent's probably took it away, so that no one will remembers her) so I drew one, because why not?

Also imagine if there was a painting of Lenore in her room and Annabelle lee saw it and insisted that she would stay there, because it's the closest she would ever get to lenore after she left her And because she likes looking at it. (That so fucking sad 😭, cute and also down bad fcking behaviour from Annabelle lee 😏.)

I really dislike the way I drew the dress, also it reminds me of Snow White for some reason 🤔. Lenore as Snow White when, maybe I should write a fanfic about it.

I might one day make a digital version of this drawing. One day, one day......

And here is the first drawing that I made like some months back, I don't really remember when I drew it but i used it has inspiration.(the first drawing i made looks more like lenore than the seconde one, i dont know why 😔).

funfact this is also my first post.

[the-banana-0verlord]

ok so i got a couple likes and one reblog saying yes so i'll tell you about odette-

so her name is Odette Ilyna (referencing Tchaikovsky's middle name. Suggested by someoen in the comments). She's about 17(how old are the characters in nevermore-)

she's albino with glassy blue eyes and long white eyelashes ( and hair and skin). She usually keeps her long hair in different types of braids. she's pretty much average height but she's really thin.

On the personnality side she's pretty timid. Nobody ever notices she's there, and she does nothing to change that. She's mute, so she talks in sign language (now this is for the french girlies: she's based off the swan lake, and in french, swan is cygne. Sign, in french, is signe, but is pronounced the same way as cygne. So, when she talks in sign language she also talks in swan language! ok that was lame sorry back to the character-)

yeah so for the backstory:

Her parents died when she was about 6 years old and she was taken in by her aunt Babooshka. It was at that time she lost her voice. She never liked her aunt, who forced her to do ballet.

she died in 1877, at the premiere of the swan lake, where she played the character she shared a name with(aka the main character). But then, a prop fell on her(caused by a jealous rival) and she basically died.

Her spectre is the swan princess. It's the benevoelnt type. She looks like a ballerina in a blue tutu with swan attributes like face markings and wings(i'm still working on her design hehe)

also btw in her suitcase she had blue ballerina shoes. And she's a disaster bi. And she dislikes Annabel because she reminds her of her aunt. Also shes part of the misfits even if she has her spectre because she has a crush on lenore, and she prefers their chaotic energy over the haughty air of bourgeoisie of the clusterfucks

[thereapersgambit]

Here's a 3am post about Lenore and Annabel Lee's death. If the logic isn't...there it's because I just woke up from it being too hot to sleep.

Anyway, in some earlier posts I made it clear that I believe Anna and Leo most likely died by their fathers' hand after they were found out to be scheming to get married and run away together.

But I was having my daily Nevermore brainrot when a thought popped up in my head about the latest class specifically it's location, Mystery Manor. The goal: to get to the Widow's watch and ring the bell.

But if a student were to get up there after getting past every Specterd being, they have to face the last one: The Lady in White.

Now, I've been thinking that it may not be just a coincidence since the Widow's Watch correlates more to Annabel's Spectre than anyone. It also led me to believe that Annabel wasn't the one to die first. Lenore was, making her a widow. Technically, it doesn't make sense sense she was yet to be married but died before it but I still went along with the thought.

It got me thinking of the next person who could've taken an opportunity to find out who Lenore was and kill her which is the other potential suitor and childhood friend of Annabel. Okay, now I still think Annabel's father still killed her but back to the suitor. Her social season is ending and he just so happens to show up to take what he thinks was always his. Annabel's hand in marriage.

So he pulls up and sees this Leo guy succeeding to court Anna and gets suspicious. It reminds me of Jafar from Aladdin so can we just refer to him as such in this post for now lol. Anyway, Jafar suddenly wants to get to the bottom of who this Leo guy is and find out that he isn't a guy at all. He may even fimd out he's plotting with Annabel Lee.

This causes him to go start snitchin to Anna's father. Or even wanting to get revenge on their big day because Mr. Whitlock doesn't believe him at all. So he shoots Lenore first and tries to expose Annabel for their scheming.

There would be conflict between Annabel, Jafar and her father about knowing she was a girl. This could lead to Mr. Whitlock killing her for this. It's unexpected from everyone, especially Annabel Lee who expected to habe her father by her sode always. Whether he thought killing her would be, in a sick and twisted way, for her own good I really don't know.

But that's the gist of this theory. It's been forty minutes and I might look for a snack or go back to bed but thanks for reading and don't be afraid to add on, debunk, whatever it is but just no hate or I'll cry and that's a threat.🚶🏾‍♀️see ya.

[sofiiif]

The more I think about it the more i realize how I am like Eulalie.

She knows many things and loves to share her knowledge with others, especially things that she is interested in. She doesn't pay much attention about many things but also noticed things others don't, even the small ones.

Someone time ago said that Berenice and Eulalie are useless to the story (or something like this) which may be true but it doesn't really bother me because they are still enjoyable characters. They at least helped Lenore at the beginning of the maze arc, revealing also a little bit of background,which may not be a lot but it's fine by me.

And also, Eulalie gives me big sister energy and it gives me so much comfort. I have a big sister (she's not like this thought, not even a little) and I love her and she loves me. Me and my sister are so different, but she is still my point of reference. Eulalie is not, in fact, my sister but she is like me, a big version of me we could say (I'm short af) and I love it. I never felt so attached to any character of other anime/story/film where I know so little about them. BUT STILL.

Oh and, she reminds me of the White Queen from Alice in wonderland.

(aka, my favorite chacter)

(don't count "Alice throught the looking glass" that movie is...I don't like it)

[cabe0512]

An Encounter with a Certain Witch, an excerpt of The Curse of Darkness - Chapter 1.

"Hello?" Hector awoke to the distant sounds of a woman's voice. "Is someone there?"

He slowly opened his eyes, to meet the tiny rays of sunshine spilling through the trees above him. His body was terribly wounded from the fight, his muscles ached as he tried to move. He yelped from the pain, enough to summon a woman slipping through the trees.

As Hector's eyesight was still a hazy blur, he couldn't make out the image of the woman right in front of him. But her slim complexion, a flowing cloak trailing behind her dark cloak, reminded him a lot of someone.

"... Lenore?" He murmured, but his guess was wrong.

Now the woman was right next to him and the details couldn't be any more clearer. Her body was covered in a leaf green cloak, with curly locks of pale gold hair escaping the long hood over their face.

She quite slowly touched his bloody torso with her pale hand; it was warm and soft, but the touch itself was to make Hector wince from the pain of his wounds. The woman was startled by his sudden reaction, but immediately brushed it aside.

"Forgive me," she whispered. Her voice might as well what angels might've sounded like, Hector mused. "Hold still," she said again.

The woman touched his chest again, but Hector tried to swallow the pain. She planted her fingers firmly at the skin, her touches were slim but tender, as light as a lovely pillow.

Hector should've been cautious of this woman, maybe even try to brush her off him. But it wasn't his wounds that tempered his hand. It was something else, an aura emanating in this woman, he couldn't see it but he could feel himself being more calm and safer in her presence.

Unusual, Hector thought. His mind was in a frantic pickle ever since leaving Styria behind. His journey has been marked with endless danger, every day is always a battle to survive. But here, he wearily dropped his vigilant guard and felt nurtured by her presence.

The witch began to utter a prayer. As she recited those sacred words, her hand was started glow a bright green light. Hector watched in both horror and intrigue as his wounds slowly began to sew itself shut until it became a faint scar, only for the scar itself to disappear into his skin as if a dagger wasn't lodged in there just moments ago.

She then removed her hood and it was enough to make Hector gasp. While her hair flowed down to her chest with flower petals adorning her locks, her face from the forehead to the eyes was marred with nasty scars and burn marks.

And her eyes themselves, a glassy ghostly white, saw deeply into the distance and nowhere else. Even with these deformities, her smile on her upon realizing his stability was the prettiest that Hector had ever seen.

Even in his years as a Forgemaster, there was no explanation for this kind of magic. For the first time in a long while, Hector was deathly afraid of this certain witch. Then again, she seemed to have no ill intent as the spell she cast on his wound completely healed it from the Pirate's grievous attack.

"Thank you..." Hector asked her, still in a delirious state. "Thank you but... who are you?"

Before the witch could answer his question, another woman burst out of the shrubbery. This one is a beautiful maiden around Hector's age, with hair of pale gold tied to a white ribbon behind her. Her cold purple eyes pierced through his soul when she stared at him, as if it was a wild mutt.

From stature alone, she looked eerily identical to the witch that healed him, like she would imagine what the green witch looked like if she weren't so burnt. They're twins, Hector deduced.

"Rosalie? There you are!" The other witch called out as soon as she saw them both in the corner. "Who is this man?"

"I found him here, Julia, but he is horribly wounded." Rosalie, as she was called, told her while she tended to the rest of Hector's wounds. "I managed to heal him, but his wounds are too great and too many. We have to bring him back to the cottage, please."