I drew this one before I learned to draw lips, but he’s still kind of cute in this one and the fandom needs more Rupert so I’ll share this drawing too(that I made before the other one)
Another day, another post. I am on a roll! Shall we?
I didn’t read the book from last time today, so I’ll be gushing about my favorite Webtoon Nevermore and Edgar Allan Poe (I swear they’re related). My profile pic is a screen grab of one of the main characters, Lenore. Just in case you were curious. I think it’s pretty.
Nevermore is a gothic romance set in a boarding school for those who have died. If you do well enough at Nevermore Academy (the name of the boarding school) and get enough merits, you get a second chance at life. Only one person is going to get that chance, however. Everyone else goes to the Land of the Dead. And, no one remembers who they were when they were alive. Once you start to remember, however, you have the potential to unlock a Spectre, which is basically a ghost that has powers. Students use the Spectres as a leg-up within the school. Simple enough of a premise, until you consider the characters involved. Enter Lenore and Annabel, two students who meet during the first episode. It’s very clear that they care for each other, for reasons that elude them until they start remembering who they were in life. The extent of their relationship while alive is still a mystery, but there is plenty of room for speculation. The subtext (and just the text in general) however, is clear: they were definitely close. Still, only one person can leave.
Thus begins the game the two must play. Annabel will keep the other students and the deans of the academy distracted so that they won’t target her or Lenore, while Lenore must find another exit out of Nevermore Academy. The problem is, while Annabel is great at games and plays them well, Lenore has mixed feelings about leaving the friends she has made while at the academy to lose themselves in the Land of the Dead. It’s made worse when the reader (and Lenore) is made aware that Annabel doesn’t really care about anyone else except her and Lenore and the life she believes they were unjustly taken from. This begs the question as to how exactly they died.
We know Annabel died on her wedding day because of her Spectre being the Lady in White, a woman betrayed on her wedding day. But betrayed by who? And why? We haven’t met Lenore’s Spectre, but we can assume they died around the same time based on their arrival at Nevermore Academy. So how did Lenore die? So many questions! I like mysteries though, so I love it.
The comic is kind of infuriating because it’s a brain worm. I swear I look forward to its Thursday night updates more than I look forward to Friday itself at this point. And it’s so pretty. I’ve already said this, but I can say it again, and again, and again. I’ll put some pictures on here too.
Okay, but how does Edgar Allan Poe fit in? Well, the comic is based on his poetry. There are a few excerpts from some of his work sprinkled throughout the panels. It’s caused me to read some of his works as well. It’s so delightfully morbid. I’ll put my favorite one below.
Cheers, dear reader!
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Ah broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!--a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?--weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read--the funeral song be sung!--
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young--
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
"And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her--that she died!
"How shall the ritual, then, be read?--the requiem how be sung
"By you--by yours, the evil eye,--by yours, the slanderous tongue
"That did to death the innocent that died, and died so young?"
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel so wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride--
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
"But waft the angel on her flight with a Pæan of old days!
"Let no bell toll!--lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
"Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnéd Earth.
"To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven--
"From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven--
"From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven."
Lenore, By Edgar Allan Poe
(I apologize for the quality of some of these. I swear the art is insane, tumblr may or may not deliver on that)
(Also they're so hot and cold. Very Katy Perry, very dramatic, very nice, I love it so much)
Sleep has been kind of messy this past week and I’ve been fighting headaches. Maybe I should have gone to the hospital. Hope asked me how I felt when we met up in the dining hall Wednesday. I lied, said I felt fine, and she shouldn’t worry. She confided in me and said she was mad about Capps bringing the two friends. I think it really freaked her out. Apparently as I snooped around upstairs, they heard muffled noises coming through the machine they brought. Romero swore the noises were words and not external interference from a radio station. But that hadn’t been the worst of it. Right before I fell through the floor something like a scream came through, which scared the hell out of her.
She pushed her noodles around with a fork, butter trailing behind in shiny streaks. Creases stamped themselves between her brows. She touched her hair, her face, her neck. She handled stress quietly, but I could see it clearly. I did my best to calm her down. I explained that shit like that didn’t exist, and it can be explained by interference and machines meant to be faulty. We were silent for a bit after that, eating in the chaos of the shared meal room. The sky outside looked so crisp and bright, other students were busy getting their lunches and meeting up with friends, chatting in excited voices. But my head felt foggy and dark.
I promised her I’d talk to Capps, to tell him Ella and Romero aren’t invited along anymore. We’re not a ghost hunting crew and if that’s what we’re turning into, I’m out.
Cuando menos lo pensé olvidé el sonido de tu voz. Aquella voz que sonaba mientras me mirabas a los ojos, esa que estaba llena de palabrerías y mentiras; mientras yo te miraba con tanta ilusión. Mi memoria la ha olvidado y también mi corazón.
I stepped toward Castiel and lifted my hand to press to his face, which he soon added his own over top of mine.
"Hello, Dean." He greeted me. I couldn't resist a smirk, then spoke softly in return,
"Hey, Cas." My smile was contagious, as he smiled back, then took my palm to his lips to kiss softly. I had been told by Bobby that Castiel had gotten out of the Empty most likely by Jack's doing, and together he and Jack rebuilt Heaven to combine all heavens so that we could all be together in the same world, one in which we were all hunters, all family and nostalgic.