#will flashback nevermore

[hoidmadeittoearth]

the filename of this video if anyones interested is "thats GAY will.mp4"

[majosullivan]

What being in love with Montresor does to a motherfucker

[yeonggisbitch]

THE LESBIANS ARE SOOO BACK EVERYBODY

[karaaaak]

Little something i realized last night

Monty’s face when he gets the flashback in ep 86

And then Monty face in ep 120 after the kiss

Do I think it’s the same face, yeah, is it supposed to be the same face, I dunno. Take this however you want

[lina-studen]

after a month of waiting, I can finally loudly declare that this is my favorite frame in the entire comic.

lenore you're so fine, please don't die 🙏

[a-man-in-the-crowd]

monty... his mom... i need to know more asap. i hate how his mom touches him in the hallucination hate hate hate it stop that!! stop that!!

[dionysosmadness]

Omg LOOK at her smug face holding a ring in her hands LMAO

[takescrackseriously]

idk if this counts as a hint to us potentially getting more aro Prospero. I hope it is, really wanted him to finish the sentence

[alwaysless]

ohmygod are we getting prospero`s flashbacks?? It's only been 4 episodes and three acoleetes have already had flashbacks. I love them so much.

[kyothena]

This part of c'mon down by Poor Man's Poison is so Montresor coded ??

[majosullivan]

Never a day goes by where he isn’t serving record breaking amounts of cunt

[r0sy-maple-m0th]

the man in black -- lenores spectre {concept}

bit of a preamble because i am a yapper i fear, feel free to skip;

so i was plotting out a lennabel pre-nevermore oneshot (hopefully on my ao3 soon😘😘(thats entirely wishful thinking, i havent even started writing yet loll))

and while i was looking around wikis and rereading the story so i can portray the characters correctly (im very extra and scared of mischaracterization!!), i came up with ANOTHER story idea based on the latest chapters + annabels spectre.

itd definetely be a bit of a challenge for me to write alongside all my other wips, so im putting it on the back burner for now, BUTTTT i need to get it off my chest so heres the concept, enjoy ;D

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After the misfits had split up (ep114), it takes nearly an hour for Lenore to successfully find an opening to slip away from Morella and Berenice. It's for their own good, an effort to lead whatever beast her curse had brought to the academy as far from their destination--the arboretum--as possible. She has faith that they'll make their way safely without her, perhaps even reunite with the others they had been separated from. They were stronger than they looked after all.

In her haste to get further from the arboretum, she slips in a large puddle of.. something. Landing on her hands and knees shes brought face to face with the substance; blood. Frantically she pushes herself up, reasonably in a rush to be rid of the bodily fluids--..only to slip once more in her rush, head slamming sideways against the mahogany floorboards. It's then that she catches a glint of something on the ground in front of her.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes increasingly obvious the object is a ring.The ring that she gave her Annabel Lee, back when they were alive. An engagement ring. Annabel's ring. Surrounded by cold crimson blood.

No.. No, no no no..--

Immediately the world around her came crashing down as she lost herself in her thoughts and memories. I've felt this before.. Why have I felt this before...

[FLASHBACK]

..How had it come to this..? One moment, shes preparing herself to be wed, dressing handsomely for her soon-to-be wife, and then the next moment... How did things go awry so quick?

It was the morning of the cermony when Lenore had heard shouting just beyond her bedchambers. Unusual, for sure, especially on such a traditionally happy day, where everyone was about to ride to the church.. She found herself getting up and heading for the door to investigate, only for it to slam open before she got there. Mister Whitlock stood in the hall, entirely vexxed and brandishing a shiny revolver aimed directly at Lenore. "You. You! You've got a great deal of explaining to do!"

Lenore's stomach dropped as she stared. How could he have.. "I-I don't understand-" she raised her hands in surrender as if it'd better her odds of survival. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" He screamed, face burning red as rage itself, "You're a liar and a lunatic, Leo--Lenore Vandernacht! Tricking my daughter into an act of such.. such madness!" the words he spat were laced with venom as he stepped closer and closer. The gun stayed aimed at her chest even as he hovered his finger above the trigger.

The sound of heels echoed alongside a new voice sobbing out "FATHER STOP THIS, YOU DONT UNDERSTAND--" But that didn't stop the earpiercing fire of the gun. No.. No, the only thing it stopped was a bullet being lodged into Lenore's heart.

The woman who had thrown herself in front of the guns barrel had not been as lucky.

Annabel's limp body fell backwards into Lenore, pulling them both down to the floor. Her breaths had grown ragged, and blood feathered through and stained the blouse of her white gown. No.. No, no no no..-- Annabel looked up at Lenore from where her head had landed on the tallers lap. And smiled. Even as blood trickled from her lips, even as her gaze hollowed, she smiled. A bittersweet thing.

Lenore couldn't find any words. Nothing felt right, not even brushing the hair out of her loves face with her shaking hands. Weakly, Annabel reached up, holding the hand that held onto her cheek. She watched as Lenore sobbed over her, muttering unintelligibly, unable to do anything as the freezing numbness slowly flooded her sensations.

Her hand felt to the floor as her vision blanked. Lenore was left with nothing her cold, unanimated lover in her lap. "...Look at what you've done-" She looked up towards the older mans shivering voice, eyes widening at the gun aimed between her eyes.

Then.. darkness.

[PRESENT DAY // NEVERMORE]

Her head ached with the beginnings of a migraine, hitting her hard and fast as her vision fogged over in dark splotches. Absently she could feel herself changing, like an out of body experience.

Her uniform shifted into something more akin to a suit, albeit a bit tattered. Black feathers sprouted from her arms as her fingers blackening and growing into sharp talon-like claws.

The author hasn't fully decided what her design is, as most of it is coming to her as she writes even this very sentence. She doesn't know how to incorporate all the elements she wants as she hasn't drawn any sketches yet. So just know that red ribbons and bell(s) are also included... somehow.

But how could she focus on all of that right now? Certainly not while shes still surrounded by this damned blood. Annabel's blood--

..She cant be dead.. No, no she's stronger than that.. I need--

I need to find her.

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THANK YOU FOR READING :D

this was so fun to write so i hope you enjoyed!

hopefully i get around to fully fleshing it out on ao3 at some point soon, ill keep you updated :D

also the original oneshot that i mentioned earlier would definetely work as a pt.1 to this so everythings coming full circle yayaya

[stagfodder]

i would probably rly like monty as a character if is wasn’t for the whole “no more ’n i like a wild mustang; fixin’ to tame her for the thrill” & the subsequent Everything abt chapters 49-51 making me way too grossed out by him to appreciate his character writing. feel a bit like im missing out sometimes but alas

[fabuladorah]

All of a sudden I became a big Berenice/Morella shipper, I was casually thinking about them and then *BOOM*

Anyway, fics, fanarts, metas?Anything at all?🥺

[coconut530]

50/50

[paradoxic-ally]

Rotating both Duke and Luca in my mind.

Love me a deadly rivalry.