#Annie Lee Poe

[sorrylostmysoulonthewayin]

Fuck it! You all get to look at my beautiful Annie boy! And no you don't get context to any of these drawings! What do think I am?! Civil?! He is my BSD next gen OC and you all have to deal with it. He is Ranpo and Poe's adopted son

Ignore the 1st and 4th pictures eyes! His eyes are usually like 3rd and 5th! The 2nd one is just a dumb doodle! Also ignore the 4th ones sweater I'm going to change it! But till then enjoy!

[someabsolutenonsense]

Regarding John’s names for Alecto. I’m sure there’s nothing to read into here.

[daimonclub]

Halloween death poems

Halloween poems on death and souls Halloween death poems, dead spirits and departed souls with the passed away essence of our ancestors existing around the living by the World of English that is English-culture.com Halloween for the year 2022 is celebrated/observed on Monday, October 31st. What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead. T. S. Eliot Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness - for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. Edgar Allan Poe From “Spirits of the Dead All Souls’ Night You heap the logs and try to fill The little room with words and cheer, But silent feet are on the hill, Across the window veiled eyes peer. The hosts of lovers, young in death, Go seeking down the world to-night, Remembering faces, warmth and breath - And they shall seek till it is light. Then let the white-flaked logs burn low, Lest those who drift before the storm See gladness on our hearth and know There is no flame can make them warm. Hortense King Flexner Petit mort pour rire - Poem by Tristan Corbiere Va vite, léger peigneur de comètes ! Les herbes au vent seront tes cheveux ; De ton œil béant jailliront les feux Follets, prisonniers dans les pauvres têtes… Les fleurs de tombeau qu’on nomme Amourettes Foisonneront plein ton rire terreux… Et les myosotis, ces fleurs d’oubliettes… Ne fais pas le lourd : cercueils de poètes Pour les croque-morts sont de simples jeux, Boîtes à violon qui sonnent le creux… Ils te croiront mort - Les bourgeois sont bêtes Va vite, léger peigneur de comètes ! Tristan Corbiere For Annie Thank Heaven! the crisis, The danger, is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last - And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength, And no muscle I move As I lie at full length - But no matter! - I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly, Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead - Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning, The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing At heart: - ah, that horrible, Horrible throbbing! The sickness - the nausea - The pitiless pain - Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain - With the fever called "Living" That burned in my brain. And oh! of all tortures That torture the worst Has abated - the terrible Torture of thirst For the naphthaline river Of Passion accurst: - I have drank of a water That quenches all thirst: - Of a water that flows, With a lullaby sound, From a spring but a very few Feet under ground - From a cavern not very far Down under ground. And ah! let it never Be foolishly said That my room it is gloomy And narrow my bed; For man never slept In a different bed - And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting, or never Regretting, its roses - Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses: For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odor About it, of pansies - A rosemary odor, Commingled with pansies - With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies. And so it lies happily, Bathing in many A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie - Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, She fondly caressed, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast - Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast. When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm - To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm. And I lie so composedly, Now, in my bed, (Knowing her love) That you fancy me dead - And I rest so contentedly, Now in my bed (With her love at my breast). That you fancy me dead - That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead:- But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky, For it sparkles with Annie - It glows with the light Of the love of my Annie - With the thought of the light Of the eyes of my Annie. By Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my Annabel Lee - With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me - Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we - Of many far wiser than we - And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling - my darling - my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea - In her tomb by the sounding sea. By Edgar Allan Poe

Halloween poems on death, spirits and souls Halloween Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the route is ta’en, Beneath the moon’s pale beams; There, up the cove, to stray and rove, Among the rocks and streams To sport that night. Among the bonny winding banks, Where Doon rins, wimplin’ clear, Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks, And shook his Carrick spear, Some merry, friendly, country-folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, and pou their stocks, And haud their Halloween Fu’ blithe that night. The lasses feat, and cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they’re fine; Their faces blithe, fu’ sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, and warm, and kin’; The lads sae trig, wi’ wooer-babs, Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, and some wi’ gabs, Gar lasses’ hearts gang startin’ Whiles fast at night. Then, first and foremost, through the kail, Their stocks maun a’ be sought ance; They steek their een, and graip and wale, For muckle anes and straught anes. Poor hav’rel Will fell aff the drift, And wander’d through the bow-kail, And pou’t, for want o’ better shift, A runt was like a sow-tail, Sae bow’t that night. Then, staught or crooked, yird or nane, They roar and cry a’ throu’ther; The very wee things, todlin’, rin, Wi’ stocks out owre their shouther; And gif the custoc’s sweet or sour. Wi’ joctelegs they taste them; Syne cozily, aboon the door, Wi cannie care, they’ve placed them To lie that night. The lasses staw frae ‘mang them a’ To pou their stalks of corn: But Rab slips out, and jinks about, Behint the muckle thorn: He grippet Nelly hard and fast; Loud skirl’d a’ the lasses; But her tap-pickle maist was lost, When kitlin’ in the fause-house Wi’ him that night. The auld guidwife’s well-hoordit nits, Are round and round divided, And monie lads’ and lasses’ fates Are there that night decided: Some kindle coothie, side by side, And burn thegither trimly; Some start awa, wi’ saucy pride, And jump out-owre the chimlie Fu’ high that night. Jean slips in twa wi’ tentie ee; Wha ‘twas she wadna tell; But this is Jock, and this is me, She says in to hersel: He bleezed owre her, and she owre him, As they wad never mair part; Till, fuff! he started up the lum, And Jean had e’en a sair heart To see’t that night. Poor Willie, wi’ his bow-kail runt, Was brunt wi’ primsie Mallie; And Mallie, nae doubt, took the drunt, To be compared to Willie; Mall’s nit lap out wi’ pridefu’ fling, And her ain fit it brunt it; While Willie lap, and swore by jing, ‘Twas just the way he wanted To be that night. Nell had the fause-house in her min’, She pits hersel and Rob in; In loving bleeze they sweetly join, Till white in ase they’re sobbin’; Nell’s heart was dancin’ at the view, She whisper’d Rob to leuk for’t: Rob, stowlins, prie’d her bonny mou’, Fu’ cozie in the neuk for’t, Unseen that night. But Merran sat behint their backs, Her thoughts on Andrew Bell; She lea’es them gashin’ at their cracks, And slips out by hersel: She through the yard the nearest taks, And to the kiln goes then, And darklins graipit for the bauks, And in the blue-clue throws then, Right fear’t that night. And aye she win’t, and aye she swat, I wat she made nae jaukin’, Till something held within the pat, Guid Lord! but she was quakin’! But whether ‘was the deil himsel, Or whether ‘twas a bauk-en’, Or whether it was Andrew Bell, She didna wait on talkin’ To spier that night. Wee Jennie to her grannie says, “Will ye go wi’ me, grannie? I’ll eat the apple at the glass I gat frae Uncle Johnnie:" She fuff’t her pipe wi’ sic a lunt, In wrath she was sae vap’rin’, She notice’t na, an aizle brunt Her braw new worset apron Out through that night. “Ye little skelpie-limmer’s face! I daur you try sic sportin’, As seek the foul thief ony place, For him to spae your fortune. Nae doubt but ye may get a sight! Great cause ye hae to fear it; For mony a ane has gotten a fright, And lived and died deleeret On sic a night. “Ae hairst afore the Sherramoor, — I mind’t as weel’s yestreen, I was a gilpey then, I’m sure I wasna past fifteen; The simmer had been cauld and wat, And stuff was unco green; And aye a rantin’ kirn we gat, And just on Halloween It fell that night. “Our stibble-rig was Rab M’Graen, A clever sturdy fallow: His son gat Eppie Sim wi’ wean, That lived in Achmacalla: He gat hemp-seed, I mind it weel, And he made unco light o’t; But mony a day was by himsel, He was sae sairly frighted That very night.” Then up gat fechtin’ Jamie Fleck, And he swore by his conscience, That he could saw hemp-seed a peck; For it was a’ but nonsense. The auld guidman raught down the pock, And out a hanfu’ gied him; Syne bade him slip frae ‘mang the folk, Some time when nae ane see’d him, And try’t that night. He marches through amang the stacks, Though he was something sturtin; The graip he for a harrow taks. And haurls it at his curpin; And every now and then he says, “Hemp-seed, I saw thee, And her that is to be my lass, Come after me, and draw thee As fast this night.” He whistled up Lord Lennox’ march To keep his courage cheery; Although his hair began to arch, He was say fley’d and eerie: Till presently he hears a squeak, And then a grane and gruntle; He by his shouther gae a keek, And tumbled wi’ a wintle Out-owre that night. He roar’d a horrid murder-shout, In dreadfu’ desperation! And young and auld came runnin’ out To hear the sad narration; He swore ‘twas hilchin Jean M’Craw, Or crouchie Merran Humphie, Till, stop! she trotted through them And wha was it but grumphie Asteer that night! Meg fain wad to the barn hae gaen, To win three wechts o’ naething; But for to meet the deil her lane, She pat but little faith in: She gies the herd a pickle nits, And two red-cheekit apples, To watch, while for the barn she sets, In hopes to see Tam Kipples That very nicht. She turns the key wi cannie thraw, And owre the threshold ventures; But first on Sawnie gies a ca’ Syne bauldly in she enters: A ratton rattled up the wa’, And she cried, Lord, preserve her! And ran through midden-hole and a’, And pray’d wi’ zeal and fervour, Fu’ fast that night; They hoy’t out Will wi’ sair advice; They hecht him some fine braw ane; It chanced the stack he faddom’d thrice Was timmer-propt for thrawin’; He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak, For some black grousome carlin; And loot a winze, and drew a stroke, Till skin in blypes cam haurlin’ Aff’s nieves that night. A wanton widow Leezie was, As canty as a kittlin; But, och! that night amang the shaws, She got a fearfu’ settlin’! She through the whins, and by the cairn, And owre the hill gaed scrievin, Whare three lairds’ lands met at a burn To dip her left sark-sleeve in, Was bent that night. Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, As through the glen it wimpl’t; Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays; Whyles in a wiel it dimpl’t; Whyles glitter’d to the nightly rays, Wi’ bickering, dancing dazzle; Whyles cookit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel, Unseen that night. Among the brackens, on the brae, Between her and the moon, The deil, or else an outler quey, Gat up and gae a croon: Poor Leezie’s heart maist lap the hool! Near lav’rock-height she jumpit; but mist a fit, and in the pool Out-owre the lugs she plumpit, Wi’ a plunge that night. In order, on the clean hearth-stane, The luggies three are ranged, And every time great care is ta’en’, To see them duly changed: Auld Uncle John, wha wedlock joys Sin’ Mar’s year did desire, Because he gat the toom dish thrice, He heaved them on the fire In wrath that night. Wi’ merry sangs, and friendly cracks, I wat they didna weary; And unco tales, and funny jokes, Their sports were cheap and cheery; Till butter’d so’ns, wi’ fragrant lunt, Set a’ their gabs a-steerin’; Syne, wi’ a social glass o’ strunt, They parted aff careerin’ Fu’ blythe that night. Robert Burns, 1759 - 1796 Download the pdf file about Halloween History Other poems on Halloween Here   www.poets.org/poetsorg/halloween-poems If you like Halloween you can also read the following articles: Halloween great and famous quotes Halloween or All Hallows’ Eve Halloween quotes and aphorisms Halloween death poems Read the full article

[queenxfirefly]

Spoilers/Theories on Annabel Lee

Some thoughts on what I think Annabel and Lenore's undoing could be.

This is a lot of crazy insane speculation so humor me.

First, I would like to point out how much they emphasize Annabel having Panic Attacks apparently, according to her father, she used to have these attacks often, before Lenore. Her father thinking she has outgrown them.

My thoughts on that is, maybe she does have a heart condition but it was brushed aside due to her being 'Hysterical' as they would say.

This was a time where Hysteria was the most well-known and frequently recorded mental illness of women during the Victorian period. Latin hystericus, or “of the womb,”

The reason I think this is hugely due to the amount of time we see Annabel have her attacks.

It appears that she is unable to breath very well either. Could be the panic attack but it could due to a condition she wasn't diagnosed for.

Her ears are ringing here. Which seems to be bothering her. I am no doctor but it seems like she may be suffering from something.

What more intrigues me due to this theory of mine is that her specter has no heart, or a hole where her heart should be.

Could be some form of foreshadowing that her heart was the problem. Maybe she had a weak heart. I mean, where is Annabel's mother, we haven't heard of her. It could be that she died due to the same condition and Annabel might already know she has this same defect in her heart.

The reason why I think Annabel may already know she has this condition is one I may have overanalyzed. Maybe. After going through the phobia arc again I tried to put the phobia with each of the characters. To my finding, Annabel's phobia is chronophobia.

Maybe she feared wasting time is because she thought she didn't have lot of time left. She may have gotten deathly sick before the wedding. So, in the Edgar Allen Poe poem titled "For Annie" she dies young of an illness. While Lenore is based on... well, "Lenore" and "The Raven" I feel she strongly follows a lot of Annabel's as well. We know in both "Lenore" and "The Raven" the narrator suffers from a mental breakdown due to their lost love. I feel Lenore may have tried her best to keep Annabel alive but in the end, may have murdered her out of mercy and Annabel wanting to stay alive to be with Lenore (resulting in the 'betrayal' & 'murder'). Maybe the below image can be taken bother ways in Lenore's guilt.

Lenore could have taken her own life as well from the grief. I hope not, as that is very dark and depressing. Then again, a lot of Edgar Allen Poe's work is. Hopefully not though. I don't mind being wrong.

Even the below image in the beginning shows the heartbeat then a Flat-Line like from a electrocardiogram.

I am not the sure on this last part as it is speculation. It could have been anything else but the rest of it seems somewhat worth looking into right... right?

Please leave your thoughts, ideas, comments,

[nevermoreconfessions]

I am so eager and curious about the nickname that Lenore gave to Annabel, personally I am a fan of Annie 😭💝

I am too!

Look, we know she got the nickname sometime between "Leo" and Annabel's time together and the wedding. So we should see it sometime soon.

I love "Annie" as her nickname. Plus, it makes the most sense with Edgar Allan Poe's poem, "For Annie." For anybody that hasn't read it, here's my favorite two verses:

For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odor About it, of pansies— A rosemary odor, Commingled with pansies— With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily, Bathing in many A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie— Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie.

I highly recommend reading the entire poem.

There's a theme of characters being named after poems and characters; this would be another instance of following that pattern.

It also reflects how I'd imagine Lenore feels about Annabel Lee. The whole poem has imagery of flowers and death — I won't go into a deep dive, but there's aspects about the poem that reflect Annabel Lee and Lenore.

Personally, I think us "Annie" nickname believers are on the right path.

[justporo]

Down, down the rabbithole

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 7

Author's Note:Not sure how I feel about this chapter, so I'm very interested in what you think - also I have for the time being nothing more already written. Now we just go with the flow. (Also Edgar Allan Poe gets quoted in this one, please all thank @megschaef98 for advising me on that with her expertise; poems cited in order of appearance: For Annie, Annabel Lee and To One in Paradise)

Astarion and Tav venture further into the darker (and naughtier) corners of this grand event.

Songs: Cup Runneth Over - Kiki Rockwell Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Rating: Explicit Warnings: use of drugs, light smut, mentions of sex, gambling, basically a lot of sinful behaviour

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Astarion’s thumb wandered softly over your entwined fingers and he threw you a worried glance as you left the room and closed in on a giant hallway and staircase.

“Are you alright, my love?”, he asked softly. You nodded as you already felt the heavy feeling lift the further away you got from the siren and her song. Your heart that had felt gripped and dragged under by the siren’s magic slowly rising to the top again.

You simply nodded and kept walking but stopped in front of the stairs.

One set of stairs led up, the other leading down was roped-off. And from somewhere to the right a busy stream of servants kept coming with heavy trays and others came in with their empty ones – seemingly the kitchen was nearby.

You quickly slid your empty bowl on one of the passing servers’ empty trays before you turned to Astarion. “You want to keep going, darling?”, you asked the vampire and grabbed one of his hands as you tried to steady yourself mentally as well as physically to keep going. You surely had seen much worse on your adventures and wouldn’t be intimidated by some rich assholes getting some of what they deserved.

Astarion simply bowed gracefully and motioned towards the stairs leading to the next level of the manor. There was still a bit of worry in his eyes but he knew full well there was no use in arguing with you when you had already decided to keep going.

You went up the stairs as your descent into the depths was only just beginning.

The two of you ventured deeper into the mansion and quickly realised that the place was genuinely a maze. The rooms were smaller here, darker too and more quiet – but the mood was by no means less frivolous or extravagant. Quite to the contrary. The further and deeper you wandered into this estate the more derailed it seemed to get.

You could barely describe a difference between different chambers now though – there were too many. By leaving one and entering the next you’d already forgotten what it had looked like, merely remembering whatever it had been that was happening in there.

Starting off still quite normally was a room in which people danced intimately to the music of a smooth and rather quiet string quartet – some half-naked sole dancers in between them twirling on their own and seemingly cheering on the other guests to loosen up even more.

In another chamber only lit by candles on the floor a tiefling pianist played an affectingly sad sonata while an elven woman in only a thin white dress was laying atop the grand piano and kept reaching out her hands to the artist. Streaks of black from her displaced makeup covered her cheeks. All around people sat on the floor and wept with her as the sad melody went on seemingly forever.

In a very busy and bustling room round tables stood all around and people were gambling with dice and cards. People screamed as much in joy for a stroke of luck as in rage over a lost hand. They moaned for a fortune lost or a high-brow risk that was taken. Gold was stacked high on every table, on some even jewels and pieces of paper that probably were worth much more than any other stack of physical fortune. Hands full of rings clawed into the shoulders of players and you even saw one woman slap her partner as he burrowed his face in his hands after he revealed what must’ve been a majorly losing hand. The woman left in a rush as the man’s opponent laughed and slapped his fist onto the table making the glasses on it jump.

Somewhere else guests were quite obviously high out of their mind laying around on the floor and the furniture while thick and sickly-sweet smoke filled up the whole room and made you both almost immediately cough. Someone was brabbling to themselves in a corner, someone else laughing like they had gone mad while clawing at their clothes.

“Dreammist”, Astarion whispered silently, nose scrunching up, and he quickly dragged you out of the room.

You came across so much more unimaginable sinful debauchery and manifestations of dark urges you were soon lost for words to describe them: almost everywhere in the darkest corners people were getting it on. Really no one seemed not drunk or high out of their mind.

And servants still kept offering more drinks – and even the staff seemed more derailed here: some of them barely clothed anymore. And you were sure at least once you saw someone wearing uniform making out with guests too – not that you were to judge anyone.

Then there even had been someone rooms you hadn’t even wanted or dared to venture into – like the one where you had been sure you’d heard the growls of a large animal that surely did not belong inside a house or anywhere close to a city or when you had walked past a partly closed door from which only breathy moans and cries had come from (“Well, I guess we know what that room is for”, had been Astarion’s sole comment on that). Some areas were locked – surely the lord of the estate must not want to have someone barf on his correspondence on accident in his study or enjoy the comfort of their lover’s arms in his own private bed.

But what you had found interesting and entertaining at first had changed into more of a feeling of uneasiness and you had grabbed Astarion’s hand harder as you had continued your descent into the more and more unhinged circles of this event.

As you came to a place where a poet was reciting his dark and haunting works while being covered in what you could only hope was fake blood and his audience hung on his every word you took a break from your wandering. At least here felt reasonably normal enough to catch a breather. You looked at your soulmate and noticed how Astarion’s gaze was always cautiously observing everyone. He did not seem shocked by all of this and of course he’d made quite some of his usual suggestive comments as you had ventured forth, but you could feel the tension beneath it. Also, you had noticed how he had always been impossibly close to you the further you had gone, sometimes even protectively putting an arm around your shoulders and without words insisting on quickly leaving a chamber.

Like the one where an incubus who wasn’t even hiding his true nature had been fed fruit by admirers – of all ages, genders and races - sitting all around him, desperate to be the one offering the next piece, their hands wandering everywhere over his nearly naked body while he commanded them with a single word or a flick of his hand. From the moment on the two of you had entered the room his eyes had been boring into you, his pointy tail swishing around playfully as he took you in first. His gaze wandering up and down your body slowly, making you feel exposed. His eyes lingering especially long on your neckline before Astarion got the same treatment.

“Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes?”, he spoke to you with a smooth deep voice. “Care to join?”, he continued with a grin and with one wave of his hand commanding everyone around him to get off him. The demon was really only clad in some leather pants that very prominently showed off the bulge between his legs he had started stroking as he had kept his eyes on you and Astarion. “I could make it worth your while, I promise”, he had murmured while he angled his head and licked over his pointy bared teeth.

The whole encounter had reminded you way too much of your meeting with Haarlep and how incredibly unsettling it had been to deal not only with him but Raphael too. Fair to say you’ve had your fair share of devils and demons for a while now.

“Sorry”, Astarion had responded nonchalantly with his usual smirk although you could feel that underneath he was as tense as a bow string. “I really already have my hands full with just this feisty one.” He patted your butt softly.

And you had turned to him and stared at him in disbelief while he had grinned at the incubus as if he was merely talking to just some normal guy. “I did not just hear you call me feisty in this situation, Astarion?” You slapped his chest – quite forcefully.

The demon gave a low and rumbly chuckle. “I see”, he had said and with a snap his admirers had returned to roam his body with their hands. “But if you ever change your mind…” He had left the sentence unfinished, his gaze again boring into you until you felt almost stripped naked in front of him and Astarion had protectively placed his hand on your shoulder and quickly led you out of the room.

So now you stood in the back of another dimly lit room and listened to this poet theatrically presenting some of his poems: “The moaning and the groaning, The sighing and the sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing.” He enunciated every word carefully, his tone and conduct underlining the meaning of his words – it was quite a thing to watch and listen to.

People sat and stood around the artist in a half circle, the performance area marked by some small cold, bright mage lights that were the only light source in this room. The sharp illumination from below then made the performance of the poet even more ghostly.

Astarion and you were both leaning against the wall in the back, observing the show in companiable silence.

A servant came buy offering you brightly green drinks in small crystal flutes – the colour of the beverage even visible in the pale and broken lighting in the back where you stood. You grabbed one for yourself and one for Astarion, feeling that you could use some more buzz to keep up with everything you had seen and experienced.

But Astarion quickly grabbed the glasses from you before you could take a sip. “Ah ah ah”, he made and gave them a quick whiff. And only then did he hand you back a glass.

“What was that about?”, you asked him softly as the pale elf took a small sip from the narrow glass.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Should I?” You eyed the drink suspiciously now – the colour suddenly looked a little too much like something that might put you in a coma; or worse. Suddenly you weren’t so keen on trying it anymore.

Astarion snickered and took another sip.

“This is Absinth or green fairy as some call it.” He rolled his eyes at the expression before he continued: “A drink that was hugely popular like a century ago – mostly with artists, poets and musicians. And one would assume that was because it was quite often enriched with hallucinogenic drugs.” Your eyes widened at the vampire.

“And I don’t think you’d like to lose control and start seeing even more things, eh? Not tonight and not in this place at least”, he continued. And you sure as all Hells agreed. “This is fine though, it’s just alcohol – although you’ll probably find it still packs quite the punch”, Astarion finished and gave a little laugh.

Cautiously you sniffed at your glass and felt how it immediately singed your nose. “Dear Gods”, you whispered. You surely had had your fair share of really bad alcoholic drinks in your life – living as a thief and on the streets most definitely did not come with lots of fancy champagne. But this really was something else.

So you went with what you had learnt was the most efficient way of getting stuff like this down: you took a deep breath, held it and then threw the drink back in one single go. You felt it burn down your throat and immediately find its way into your nose too. You shuddered, groaned and were sure you could almost immediately feel its effects.

Astarion looked at you with a mix of disgust, worry and admiration on his face. “Impressive”, he commented and took another tiny sip of his drink.

“Thanks, played a lot of horrific drinking games when I was younger”, you replied as you pinched your nose to soothe the burning there and couldn’t suppress another full body shiver.

“Well, remind me to never try to drink you under a table”, Astarion quipped and finished his Absinth.

You put your empty glasses onto a tray of a bypassing servant and each grabbed one more drink. You downed yours again in one single movement and watched and laughed as Astarion tried to do the same but almost started to cough because of the sheer amount of burning liquid that went down his throat. And you kept laughing as Astarion mumbled something about being “too old for this kind of shit” under his breath.

Right then you could really feel a pleasant and soothing buzz settling in. You leaned your head back again and watched as Astarion did the same: the way his eyes rolled to catch yours being just a tad slower than normal and making you think that he was probably feeling the same effects of the alcohol setting in. You concentrated on the performance again.

The poet was on his knees now, screaming his lines and hitting the hardwood floor with his fists: “So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up, in a sepulchre, In this kingdom by the sea.”

He’d already broken the skin on his hands and blood splattered around him. And you suddenly weren’t as sure anymore that the other blood on him wasn’t real.

You turned to watch Astarion as he observed the performance – he seemed not quite super interested but not completely oblivious as well.

And maybe it was the alcohol, but you just kept drinking in the vampire’s profile with your eyes right then and there. And unlike the drinks you took your time with it. Watched how his lips moved when he rolled the tongue in his move. Saw how his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. Observed how a muscle in his jaw ticked and his eyebrow twitched.

His features were illuminated by the few light sources in the room – just the mage lights in the front: his straight aristocratic nose, his soft lips, the soft lines around the corner of his mouths and around his eyes that deepened when he smirked at you, one soft curl falling onto his forehead and his eyes that more often than not lingered on you. You could get lost in his features every time you looked at him.

And obviously you had when you realised, Astarion had been looking at you out of the corners of his eyes without turning his head. He’d let you stare on purpose – sly bastard.

“Like what you see?”, he drawled.

You huffed and watched the poet again who was momentarily clawing at his own throat: “The light of Life is o’er! No more – no more – no more – “. Some of the audience had now even joined him in his cries of anguish.

“You still need confirmation?”, you asked, your eyes still on the dramatic show unfurling.

“I’ll never get enough of you saying it, darling.”

With your head still on the wall you turned to Astarion again. He mirrored you, eyes watching you as intently now as he’d been watching everyone around priorly.

“You’re the most beautiful creature the Gods have ever created, Astarion. My life has become more just by you being in it. I’d rather die and bury myself in the darkest dungeon than waste a moment of my life not being with you”, you whispered confidently.

Your vampire’s lips parted at your confession and his pupils widened until they almost blotted out the red in his eyes: “My love, it’s rude to try and upstage the artist with your own show of poetry.”

You laughed at that – this was the second time he’d called you a poet tonight. “Well, my muse is just that inspirational. I can’t help it.”

“Maybe it was the Absinthe after all though”, Astarion whispered, lowering his head and looking at you through his lashes almost.

“Maybe you should just shut up”, you whispered back and grabbed his face then. Crushing your lips onto his and immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth as soon as he allowed it. You crept closer to him, one hand clawed into the front of his doublet. Astarion moaned into your open mouth as you thought that this place and this atmosphere was finally getting the best of you.

In this moment you were more than ready to become one of those other couples you had seen everywhere before: naughtily rubbing yourself against your lover, stealing more and more kisses – and maybe even more.

But the vampire broke the kiss sometime after you had pressed your body against his. “Later, my love. I won’t share you with anyone else. Even if it’s only looks”, he whispered to you huskily, still so close his breath brushed over your face. He smirked at you though, his eyes promising rewards later on if you behaved now.

“Fair enough – because I don’t want to share either”, you replied with a wicked grin and leaned back against the wall again. Maybe the second ‘green fairy’ had almost been too much. Astarion kept staring at you though, obviously enjoying it way too much when you became almost feral for him. You let him sit with his own fantasies for the time being.

As you tried to cool the rising heat in you, you thought about the evening so far. Never had you imagined that this would be it. Lots of alcohol and sinful behaviour? Yes. Excess and careless display of unjustified wealth? Yes. But this had went far beyond your wildest expectations. You thought about what you had come across so far – the incubus, the siren, but even more: the people completely out of their minds – be it drugs or lust or other dark urges.

“You don’t seem fazed by all this”, you said to Astarion after a while, one hand lazily indicating all of the festivities.

“No, not really”, he answered. “You wouldn’t believe how quickly ‘nobles’ lose all sense of dignity if presented with the chance. I’ve seen it happen way too often during Cazador’s festivities.” He rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Yes, but…”, you were lost for words. “This is different than what I thought. I’ve been drunk out of my mind before. But this… Seems like something people go into and might not come out of on the other side.”

The vampire shrugged. “You’re not wrong, my love. But for most it is just some hours lost, maybe a good amount of gold and most of their dignity. And then they eat up their shame and come back for another round. And yes, there are those that lose themselves to their hungers – be it lust, be it greed or something else. But I can assure you it’s mostly those that have already been rotten.”

He almost spat out the last words, the corners of his mouth drawn down as he kept watching the poet’s performance. His red eyes far away though, obviously thinking of countless memories proving his point. As much as you wanted to agree with Astarion a tiny shred of you couldn’t help but feel sorry for these people.

Then you remembered dog lady and her friends – and your sympathy quickly vanished.

“Although I have to admit this is quite the impressive display and variety of offered sins, this must’ve cost a kingdom – and maybe a soul or two”, Astarion said after some time and gave a chuckle.

“And”, he continued and turned to you while dramatically lifting an eyebrow, “have you noticed that there were some vampires about? Just spawns though – probably looking for some easy prey.”

That surely sobered you up quickly. You lifted your head off the wall: “What?”

Astarion’s face split into a feral grin: “Yes of course – I spotted some right when we entered the ballroom. And more when we kept wandering around.”

You stared at him with an open mouth: “You can’t be serious! And you only tell me this now?”

“It’s not like it’s unusual, my sweet. You’d be surprised how heavily undermined Baldur’s Gate’s – or probably every metropolis’ – high society is with bloodsuckers – and I mean the literal ones for once. Might just be that their master has tasked them with bringing some dinner home”, Astarion continued and gave one of his high-pitched chuckles.

You could barely believe your ears. “And do you think they’ve noticed you as well?”

“Most likely, my dear, but it’s usually a gentleman’s agreement to keep quiet about it, so hush, my heart”, he said and switched to a whisper halfway through. He lifted a single long finger to his lips and shushed. Right now, you weren’t sure if he might be starting to actually be drunk or if he actually was serious.

“You’d be surprised how often you might’ve come across a vampire without even noticing, my sweet. Not everyone’s as open about it as me” – he grinned, showing his fangs – “and surely these are not the only wolves among this herd of sheep tonight”, he finished.

You kept looking at your vampire and swallowed heavily, unsure of what to say about his ominous words. You surely would have noticed if you had come across a vampire before – right?

“Oh, don’t make that face, my love, you have me to keep you protected, don’t you?”, Astarion continued and suddenly sounded a lot more serious again. He wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you close to him, then he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest.

“I promise you, my darling love, anyone who dares to hurt you will have my dagger stuck in their throat faster than they’ll think better of it.” His crimson eyes lit up with the promise as he solemnly made his vow to you. He covered your hand on his chest with his own and sealed the deal with a kiss that was even more eager and passionate than his words.

Tags: @aurasyn @margoteve @usuallyunlikelyfox @hollowmasque @worryknotdear

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK SEVEN LINEUP

Soooo. I've been gone a while. What was supposed to be Week Six became more like "Two Months" Six. My bad. I can't promise that random breaks won't happen, but I'll do my level best to not let them become longer than a week if they do (knock on wood - the last time I said "I'll try not to take anymore random breaks" i dipped for a month).

Anyways, here's a very delayed Week Seven! Thank you to everyone who stuck around while I vanished.

Darkiplier - Markiplier

The Puzzler - Generation Loss

The Extinguisher - Jerma's 2022 Holiday Awards Show Extravaganza

The Giant Rat - Rat Movie: Mystery of the Mayan Treasure

Candace Flynn - Phineas and Ferb

Venus aka Kanamori - Heaven's Design Team

Han Ying - Word of Honor

Michealangelo - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014)

Carrie White - Carrie (all media)

Steve the Trooper - Chuggaconroy’s Pikmin videos

The Thunderhead - Arc of a Scythe

Haruki Nakayama - Given

A - Tomorrow Will Be Dying

Doris Frances Barbara - Blood & Syrup: A Vampire the Masquerade Podcast

Juliet Capulet - & Juliet

May - & Juliet

Castiel Supernatural - Supernatural

Derek Hale - Teen Wolf

Lúthien Tinúviel - The Silmarillion

Potamos - Wedding Peach

Jiang Cheng - The Untamed

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Asterion - Baldur's Gate 3

Dalian - Dantalian no Shoka

Shulk - Xenoblade Chronicles

Solid Snake - Metal Gear Solid

Zanza - Xenoblade Chronicles

Kuu - Haibane Renmei

Cole MacGrath - Infamous

Captain Olimar - Pikmin

Raku-chan - Nyan Neko Sugar Girls

Annie Wintersummer - Unprepared Casters

Yona - Akatsuki no Yona

Shane Schofield (Scarecrow) - Scarecrow and Jack West Junior

The Medic - Team Fortress 2

Sailor Jupiter - Sailor Moon

Orbulon - WarioWare

Mike - WarioWare

Cure Honey - Happiness Charge Precure

Crazy Barks - Drawn to Life

Ninjini - Skylanders

Cure La Mer - Tropical Rouge Precure

End (Endymion) - Beyond the End

Kansuke Yamato - Detective Conan

Mr. Crow, AKA Aldous Vanderboom - Rusty Lake/Cube Escape

Vega - Street Fighter

Izumi Miyamura - Horimiya

Aldark - Drawn to Life

M. Bison - Street Fighter

Aoi Inuyama - Yuru Camp

Klara - Pokemon

Virginia Lewis - The 10th Kingdom

Muriel - Good Omens

Nene Kusanagi - Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage/Project Sekai

Michiko Malandro - Michiko to Hatchin

Suzuki Shinya - 10 Dance

Miles Maitland - Bright Young Things

Diavolo - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Burly, Blabberwort, and Bluebell - The 10th Kingdom

Natsume Takashi - Natsume's Book of Friends

Faust - Guilty Gear

Sugiki Shinya - 10 Dance

Cure Finale - Delicious Party Precure

Igarashi Vice - Kamen Rider Revice

Mitsumi Iwakura - Skip and Loafer

The Corinthian - The Sandman

Shizuku Hinomori - Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage/Project Sekai

Mickey Muldoon - The Magical Legend of the Leprechauns

Natsuki Shinomiya - Uta no Prince Sama

Sasha Braus - Attack on Titan

Virtue Courtenlock - Krillverse

Goop Lyn - veryextraincorrectfegbaquotes.tumblr.com

Jean-Francois - Bunny Maloney

Tome Kurata - Mob Psycho 100

Seras Victoria - Hellsing

Pang Pawaret - The gifted

Viren - The Dragon Prince

Brawne Lamia - Hyperion

Dai Lee - Let Dai

Haruka Kiritani - Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage/Project Sekai

Minori Hanasato - Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage/Project Sekai

Cube - Gather Ye Power

C-53 - Mission to Zyxx

Cynte - Endoparasitic

Ged/Sparrowhawk - Earthsea

Sniff - The Moomins

Soren Baltimore - Camp Here & There

Mellow - Endacopia

Eunhyung Song - Let Dai

Rufus - Deponia

Sheik - The Legend of Zelda

Lee Ping - Detentionaire

Kasane Fuchi - Kasane

Shigure Sohma - Fruits Basket

Aymeric de Borel - Final Fantasy XIV

Meta Knight - Kirby

Luka Couffaine - Miraculous Ladybug

Satō - Ajin: Demi-Human

Mudkip - Pokemon

Death of the Endless - The Sandman

[the-complexity-of-love]

Fandoms & Ships

I am a true nerd, and as such, continously seek out new media and their fandoms, and become involved with them, while also cyclically coming back to the ones I already love. I am a romantic, and I love seeing love in general (all types of love, not just romantic!), so I am also a very big shipper!

I don't always have a set ship(s) for every fandom I find myself in, nor do I think it necessary to try and "prove" that mine are better than other ships. I like what I like, and I like seeing what others like as well. So I might have OTPs, but I also like engaging with content for all kinds of ships, even true rarepairs.

I also don't think it necessary for a fandom to have ships, so just because I have a listed ship that I like/love, doesn't mean I can't have neutral/objective thoughts and opinions about that particular piece of media.

That being said, here's a list of fandoms I come back to, or keep up with, and a list of ships I have a preference for. OTPs are bolded! Oh, and media (as in the series, books, shows, etc.) are rated according to my opinion!

(This list is subject to change.)

Ongoing Media:

A Sign of Affection (/10)

Nagi Itsuomi/Itose Yuki

Nagi Kyōya/Fujishiro Rin

Iyanagi Shin/Nakazono Emma

Black Butler (/10)

Ciel Phantomhive/Elizabeth Midford

Bungo Stray Dogs (/10)

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chūya

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke/Nakajima Atsushi

Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe

Chainsaw Man (/10)

Hayakawa Aki/Angel Devil

Fairy Tail/100 Years Quest (/10)

Zeref Dragneel/Mavis Vermillion

Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser

Jellal Fernandes/Erza Scarlet

Gajeel Redfox/Levy McGarden

Romeo Conbolt/Wendy Marvell

Happy/Carla

Elfman Strauss/Evergreen

Alzack Connell/Bisca Mulan

Hunter x Hunter (/10)

Gon Freecss/Killua Zoldyck

Hisoka Morow/Illumi Zoldyck

Chrollo Lucilfer/Kurapika

Meruem/Komugi

Jujutsu Kaisen (/10)

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru

Itadori Yūji/Fushiguro Megumi

Okkotsu Yūta/Maki

Fushiguro Toji/His Wife (Mama Fushiguro)

Chosō/Me

My Hero Academia (/10)

N/A

Record of Ragnarok (/10)

N/A

SK8 The Infinity (/10)

Nanjō Kojirō/Sakurayashiki Kaoru

Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki

Shindo Ainosuke/Kikuchi Tadashi

(Disney) Twisted-Wonderland

Malleus Draconia/Yuu (Player Character)

Kalim al-Asim/Jamil Viper

Almost Everyone/Me

Completed Media:

Assassination Classroom (/10)

Akabane Karma/Nagisa Shiota

Karasuma Tadaomi/Irina Jelvavić

Attack on Titan (/10)

Eren Jaeger/Mikasa Ackermann

Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Ymir/Historia

Levi Ackermann/Hange Zoë

Falco Grice/Gabi Braun

Avatar: The Last Airbender & The Legend of Korra (/10 & /10)

Zuko/Katara

Zuko/Sokka

Katara/Aang

Aang/Azula

Sokka/Suki

Mai/Ty Lee

Korra/Asami

Wu/Mako

Bolin/Opal

Bing An Ben (/10)

He Yu/Xie Qingcheng

Demon Slayer (/10)

Kamado Tanjirō/Tsuyuri Kanao

Hashibira Inosuke/Kanzaki Aoi

Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Nezuko

Rengoku Senjurō/Kamado Nezuko

Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri

Rengoku Kyōjurō/Tomioka Giyū

Tomioka Giyū/Kochō Shinobu

Shinazugawa Sanemi/Kochō Kanae

Uzui Tengen/Hinatsuru/Makio/Suma pls don't get mad at me

2HA (/10)

Mo Ran/Chu Wanning

Mei Hanxue/Xue Meng

Nangong Si/Ye Wangxi

Ghibli (/10)

Pazu/Sheeta

Tombo/Kiki

Seiji/Shizuku

Ashitaka/San

Haku/Chihiro

Howl/Sophie

Shō/Arriety

Shun/Umi

Jirō/Naoko

Golden Terrace/Golden Stage (/10)

Fu Shen/Yan Xiaohan

Grisha-verse (/10)

Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck

Nina Zenik/Hanne Brum

Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar

David Kostyk/Genya Safin

Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky

Alina Starkov/Malyen Oretsev

Alina Starkov/Alexander Morozova (The Darkling)

Haikyū!! (/10)

Tanaka Ryūnosuke/Shimizu Kiyoko

Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu

Harry Potter (/10)

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Evan Rosier/Barty Crouch Jr.

Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes

James Potter/Regulus Black

Lily Evans/Mary McDonald

James Potter/Lily Evans

let's just say once again that I'm a multishipper

Heroes of Olympus (/10)

Reyna Ramirez-Arellano/Me

Thalia Grace/Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Jason Grace/Reyna Ramirez-Arellano

Jason Grace/Leo Valdez

Frank Zhang/Hazel Levesque

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace

JWQS (/10)

Qi Yan | Qiyan Agula/Nangong Jingnu

Qiyan Nomin/Nangong Shunu

Magnus Chase & the Gods of Asgard (/10)

Magnus Chase/Alex Fierro

Blitzen/Hearthstone

MDZS (/10)

Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian

Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang

Jin Zixuan/Jiang Yanli

Lan Sizhui/Jin Ling

Wen Ruohan/Lan Qiren

Naruto (/10)

Too Many, of Several Different Flavors (I'm a multishipper)

Percy Jackson & the Olympians (/10)

Ethan Nakamura/Me

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase (.../Rachel Dare)

Charles Beckendorf/Silena Beauregard

Clarisse La Rue/Silena Beauregard

Paul Blofis/Sally Jackson

Qian Qiu (/10)

Yan Wushi/Shen Qiao

Sha Po Lang (/10)

Chang Geng/Gu Yun

She-Ra (/10)

Adora/Catra

Bow/Glimmer

Hordak/Entrapta

Sea Hawk/Mermista

Scorpia/Perfuma

Spirit Animals

Rollan/Meilin

Shane/Abeke

Conor/Worthy | Devin Trunswick

Takoda/Xanthe

Jolt | Karmo/Worthy | Devin Trunswick

Tarik/Lishay

Star Wars (/10)

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Han Solo/Leia Organa

Anakin Skywalker/Padmé Amidala

SVSSS (/10)

Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu (.../Liu Qingge...)

Mobei-jun/Shang Qinghua

Yue Qingyuan/Shen Jiu | Shen Qingqiu

Liu Mingyan/Sha Hualing

The Kane Chronicles (/10)

N/A

TGCF (/10)

Hua Cheng/Xie Lian

Feng Xin/Mu Qing

He Xuan/Shi Qingxuan

Quan Yizhen/Yin Yu

Jun Wu/Mei Nianqing

Pei Xiu/Ban Yue

Pei Ming/Yushi Huang

Twilight (/10)

Edward Cullen/Bella Swan

Jasper Hale/Alice Cullen

Emmett Cullen/Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen/Esme Cullen

Sam Uley/Emily Young

Paul Lahote/Rachel Black

Jared Cameron/Kim

Leah Clearwater/Me

Jacob Black/Leah Clearwater

Charlie Swan/Eternal Happiness

Charlie Swan/Sue Clearwater

Xiao Mogu (/10)

Lu Feng/An Zhe

Yuri!!! On Ice (/10)

Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuri

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

Yu Wu (/10)

Mo Xi/Gu Mang

Zhen Hun (/10)

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan

[intofalls]

a gust of wind makes you pull your jacket closed; notes of pine, black cherry, campfire smoke, and rain fill your nose. you think you hear i cant handle change by roar playing in another room. ah — it must be annabelle-lee.

BASICS:

name: annabelle-lee lenore hill nicknames: none she likes. that being said: annie, annie-lee, lee, lennie, len age: thirty gender: non-binary pronouns: she/they sexuality: please don't ask she won't know date & place of birth: december 31 in portland, oregon faceclaim: kawennáhere devery jacobs occupation: librarian at makah community college and bartender/waitress at the wolf's den notable characteristics: a near permanent frown and furrowed brows, long, dark, and sleek hair, bloody knuckles, big brown baby cow eyes raits: cynical, gruff, standoffish, secretive, reclusive, quick-to-judge, loyal, generous (to a degree), quiet similar to: fiona gallagher, katniss everdeen, prue halliwell, luisa madrigal, elsa, elizabeth bennet, johanna mason

BULLET POINTS — * TW FOR CHILD NEGLECT, HOMELESSNESS, DRUG USE, OVERDOSE, PARENT LOSS, PARENTIFICATION

- have you guys ever seen that meme that's like. "might be non-binary but i have work in the morning so i don't really care about that right now" - yeah - anyway. annabelle-lee hill was born to two parents who loved drugs more than they loved their children. if you ask her, she would say the last time she was allowed to be vulnerable was when they exited the womb screaming - growing up was tumultuous. various visions, focusing on survival, and terribly overstimulating trips to the graveyard took up most of her time. it was just her until, at age 12, her parents had another child — morella (she knows. they don't know what the fuck kinda thing her parents had with edgar allan poe) - morella became annabelle-lee's entire world (and responsibility) very quickly. practically a mother at the age of 12, annabelle-lee decided she couldn't just live (or give up living) for herself anymore; she had a baby to keep alive. - food banks, homeless shelters, and events at school became annabelle-lee's lifeline. where her parents wouldn't provide for her, she'd figure something out — and where they couldn't provide for mor, she could. - everything came to a head on her seventeenth birthday — their father left in a fit of rage, their mother overdosed, and annabelle-lee saw it all. she had had enough; armed with the $1000 of their life savings, their mother's car (and no license), and a four year old morella, annabelle-lee dropped out of school and set off. - they bounced around while they moved north, looking for their aunt who they knew lived in a town called bearhold. annie worked odd jobs, moving when they couldn't stay in a place too long (someone would recognize them, or get too curious why she was alone, and they had to move). a long, grueling year and some change later, annabelle-lee and morella hill made it to bearhold. a bit bruised, dirty, and very, very hungry. - their aunt took them in and the rest is history. despite the help, annabelle-lee despised it, feeling as if she was a sob story, all of this stemming from some terrible pity. hyper-independent and filled with shame, guilt, and anger, annie moved out the second she turned eighteen. - she didn't take morella with them, but kept a close watch on her and an active part of her life. she was mor's mother — and everything she did, she did for their sister. never themselves. - finished school and got their ged at 19, has been working on a bachelor's for the next decade (please don't ask. they're very embarrassed) - adopted morella at 24, when it was evident to both the courts and their aunt that separating them would cost lasting damage to morella. morella, now eighteen, is functionally annabelle-lee's daughter, and it strains their relationship a lot; annie-lee wants to give her space, but she wants to be her friend, and — well, it's a lot. she'll never talk about it, so i must. - they work at the library at makah community college because it gives them free tuition, and they take double shifts at the wolf's den because it's much easier than working 3 jobs like she previously had been. luckily, those around town are willing to help them out — if only prideful annabelle-lee would take it. - they think they're going insane now, actually. weird things are happening — annie-lee's seeing and hearing things — people — she shouldn't be. it's like her dead mom is there, talking to her — and they think they might need to go to a ward. she supposes she'll ask her aunt, a prominent witch in the local coven, if they know anything about it. - thinks they'd like to be a nurse, maybe. when mor is sailing through college and she has time to herself. annabelle-lee, of course, will always be happy to put aside her dreams for her sister. - has a beloved dog named gage, a ginormous german shepard. he is her familiar, though she doesn't know it yet.

tl;dr for her species/medium witch stuff: baby just got out of survival mode for the first time in their life and their powers are surfacing much more than before. tune in for their imminent breakdown at 12!

[leiakenobi]

leiakenobi's 2022 Fic Rec (aka, AO3 Wrapped)

Happy new year to you all! I did a fun new thing in 2022 where I kept a far more detailed record of the fic I read and wrote than I ever have before. Now that the year is officially over, I wanted to share some of my favorite fics that I read, alongside some of my own fics that I’m particularly proud of. There are also a handful of stats because hey, I have the data and numbers are fun.

Fics I Read (Stats)

In 2022, I read 293 fics about 122 relationships (either platonic or romantic) across 70 different fandoms, totaling 1,286,019 words. July and December saw me reading the most (over 300k words each month), in both cases helped along by Hannibal hyperfixations, as well as the reveals for Yuletide 2022 on Christmas leading to a final end-of-the-year boost.

Surprising no one, my most read fandom was Star Wars at 42 fics, followed by Hannibal (32), Ted Lasso (25), the Marvel Cinematic Universe (18), and Our Flag Means Death and Dimension 20 tied at 13 fics each.

My ship stats are proof that am (with the occasional exception) a multi-shipper, with Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter rocketing up to the top of the list at 31 fics, followed by Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso (18), Poe Dameron/Rey (12), Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet (10), and Ziggy Berman/Nick Goode from Fear Street just barely sneaking into the top 5 with 7 fics. I also read 21 fics that had no relationship tags at all.

Considering how frequently I do peruse the authors' profiles of fics that I enjoy in search of more to read, I don't read multiple fics by the same author as much as I would expect; out of 223 authors read throughout the year, I read multiple fics by 38 people, with a truly comical drop from the top author, blackleaders, at 20 fics (lmao hi nym), to 5 authors who are tied at 4 fics each (simplyprologue, Miss_M, apacketofseeds, saturni-stellis, and postcardmystery).

But that's enough numbers. Here are some fics I read for the first time in 2022 that really moved me.

Fics I Read (Recs)

Tangled by thingswithwings Community | Annie Edison/Abed Nadir and Troy Barnes/Abed Nadir | 28,327 words | Explicit

"Do you want me to go down on you?" Abed asks, one afternoon, when they're watching My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.

like petrol soaked paper and fireworks by simplyprologue The Conjuring | Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren | 5,285 words | Explicit

He’s alive, she reminds himself, the ghost of the exertion from pulling him to safety tensing her muscles. He’s alive, and she’s alive, and she is so, so mad at him. “I’m… you made me out like I was some big hero in London.” “You were,” he sputters.

and i would break my family's heart by sleepdraught Dimension 20 | Adaine Abernant & Aelwyn Abernant | 8,002 words | Teen

Her name is derived from Old Elvish. Aelwyn. Great future. In the archaic tongue, the words for future and forever are the same. Adaine’s name is also derived from Old Elvish. Second-born. In which Aelwyn Abernant puts abjurative shields up on everything, including herself, and she doesn't know what exists beneath all that when they're gone.

aqua vitae by nikomedes Dimension 20 | Sofia Bicicleta/Em | 9,324 words | Teen

“You invited me out,” Em reminds her, maybe awkwardly? It’s hard to tell when her face is literally cast in bronze. She reflects beautifully in the still pond, under the moonlight, wings pulled in close as if she’s a little chilly too. “I’d apologize for showing up late, but even the Umbral Arcana can only do so much about an angel flying over Verrazzano.” Sofia Lee, Em, and the moments in-between.

Wherever You're Going (I'm Going Your Way) by garmonbozias Fear Street | Ziggy Berman/Nick Goode | 13,583 words | Mature

Sometimes the villains win.

Such a warm commotion by whetherwoman Fire Island | Noah/Will | 8,691 words | Explicit

Everything's great and that's a problem for Noah.

Fortune Hath No Backward Bound by reserve Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 8,153 words | Explicit

“I know Francis was the dragon,” Will said, face turned into the fine fabric of Hannibal’s dress shirt. “But sometimes, here with you, living this life, I feel like I’ve accidentally run away with one.” "Left the maiden in distress behind and took the dragon for yourself, then?" Or, Hannibal and Will run away to Europe. Things go more or less as expected.

haarlem by spqr Hannibal | Will Graham/Hanibal Lecter | 6,825 words | Mature

“Hannibal,” he thinks he says. He gets told later that he doesn’t really say it at all, but that the entire police station—most of which is waiting outside in the rainy parking lot—hears his voice clattering around inside their skulls like someone standing on a roof banging pots and pans and screaming at the top of his lungs: HANNIBAL, HANNIBAL, HANNIBAL. [or: rude, exhausted telepath Will Graham]

res publica, res privata by thedevilchicken Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 2,348 words | Mature

When Hannibal puts his hands on him in public, Will knows it's for effect.

rise up with the dew by lickrish Hannibal | Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter | 10,149 words | Explicit

Will learns to relax. Hannibal yearns.

wild peaches by notbecauseofvictories Labyrinth | Jareth/Sarah Williams | 3,571 words | Teen

The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast.

The Long Road by determamfidd The Lord of the Rings | Gimli/Legolas Greenleaf | 6,246 words | Teen

The world has changed. Middle-earth is no more. The Valar have departed, or they are dead. Only one remains to stir the dust of forgotten lands beneath his feet, waiting to fulfil his promise.

my hands have made some good mistakes by piratesails The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel | Lenny Bruce/Midge Maisel | 4,913 words | Teen

“Are you done for the night?” he asks. She doesn’t want to look him straight in the eyes in case he’s still got that look on him, so she goes for staring at the cigarette that’s crookedly dangling from his mouth. It’s really the worst idea she’s had since shoving her ivory skirt out of the window of that cab. “Why? Have you got some more things in your pockets you want to throw at me? Because, let me tell you, if you’re about to pull something out of there that’s going to leave a stain, I will not be held responsible for what I’ll do to you.”

but what if you kept me (i don’t dare dream) by Lacerta Moon Knight | Layla El-Faouly/Marc Spector | 5,141 words | Mature

"You said you came to Cairo on business," Layla explains when they stop at a river bank. "I figured you didn't have time to see the views." Marc thinks about the familiar landscape of the city seen from above, how he's seen the dawn and the sunset change the city with fiery colors – and smiles. Layla turns to look at him. Her face is framed by unruly curls, the night lights make her skin glow, and the warmth in her eyes sets a flame to Marc's heart. "Not views like this," he admits softly. - This is how Marc falls in love.

always 11pm somewhere by afterism Our Flag Means Death RPF | Rhys Darby/Taika Waititi | 5,870 words | Explicit

"Yeah," Taika says, his grin dirty and obvious despite the thousands of miles between them. "I've gone full LA wanker." "Proud of you," Rhys says, and then, because that's almost true, says, "Gone? You've been a wanker for decades!" Taika's dating again. Rhys couldn't be happier for him.

tannis root by arbitrarily Ready or Not | Alex Le Domas/Daniel Le Domas/Grace Le Domas | 10,190 words | Explicit

They have been married for six months. Together, they live at the Le Domas estate. Each morning she shrugs off the wrongness she wakes to, cold and close as a burial shroud. To herself she repeats the same thing Alex has told her, over and over again: Everything is fine. You are fine. You’re with family now.

Our Steps Will Always Rhyme by AnnabelleVeal Succession | Kendall Roy/Stewy Hosseini | 7,841 words | Explicit

Stewy had always been better at moderation than Kendall. Or, five times Stewy told Kendall no and one time he didn't.

L’Simchat Chaim by achoo_gesundheit Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 7,445 words | General Audiences

l'simchat chaim Hebrew, interjection :to the joy of living: Trent was still figuring out how that worked.

they will see us waving from such great heists by laiqualaurelote Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 21,110 words | Teen

"Trent Crimm, Interpol," says Trent, flashing his badge with a vindictive flair, "and I'll thank you to stop mucking up my crime scene, Mr - " "Ted Lasso, FBI," says the interloper, matching him badge for badge. Trent stares at the ID he is presented with. "How is that even a real person’s name?"

Up to Code by syllic The Way Way Back | Duncan & Owen | 5,564 words | Teen

Everything works out for everyone, because it should.

this love is glowing in the dark by pathstotread A Wrinkle in Time | Alex Murry/Kate Murry | 1,547 words | Mature

"On the night that Alex returns, after Meg has retrieved him from hell and brought him home, they all camp out in the family room, as if by some unspoken agreement that no one sleeps alone or lets Alex out of their sight." Kate and Alex, after.

Fics I Wrote (Stats)

In 2022 I wrote 128 fics about 79 relationships (either platonic or romantic) across 55 different fandoms, totaling 224,772 words. I wrote at least 10k words in every month except June.

I wrote 10 fics or more in four fandoms: Star Wars (18), Marvel Cinematic Universe (12), Dimension 20 (12), and Ted Lasso (10).

There were only a handful of relationships that I wrote more than once or twice, most significantly Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso (8) and Poe Dameron/Rey (6). I wrote 15 Reader-Insert fics across a variety of different fandoms. I also wrote 10 fics with no relationship tags.

I also got into fic exchanges this year! I found them a very exciting way to explore fandoms and ships that I might not otherwise have thought to write for; ultimately I wrote 54 fics (42% of my total fic output) as gifts in exchanges.

Picking some favorites among my own fics is hard as hell, but I managed to come up with a list of the ones that I'm particularly proud of!

Fics I Wrote (Recs)

all my worries, disintegrating The Conjuring | Ed Warren/Lorraine Warren | 2,654 words | Explicit

“What’s on your mind, hon?” That you can’t seem to stand still, she doesn’t say. That it doesn’t feel like we’re on the same page these days and a gazebo in our garden isn’t enough to change that. Lorraine knows her husband, so she starts smaller. “I’ve been thinking about the night we found the witch’s totem downstairs.”

Another First Kiss Dimension 20 | Cinderella/Rosamund du Prix | 528 words | Teen

Once upon a time, Rosamund du Prix was awoken by the kiss of a young woman with soft lips and softer skin, clad in the most glorious glass armor she had ever set eyes on.

There And Back Again Dimension 20 | Galfast Hamhead & Leiland | 2,205 words | Teen

For two years, Leiland had lain in wait. Collecting himself, refining his skills and becoming an entirely new man (so to speak) under Leiland Jr.’s leadership. And it was all leading to this moment, in which he would darken Hamhead’s doorway and finally deal her the agony which she so dearly deserved.

among many blue things The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel | Lenny Bruce/Midge Maisel | 586 words | Explicit

Midge didn’t realize she’d fallen silent until Lenny lifted up his head to blink at her from between her legs. “Y’know, I thought I was doing some good work down here, but if you wanna change it up…”

Cadential Motion Master and Commander | Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin | 1,405 words | Teen

“I’ll be frank with you, Captain, it’s a relief to finally have you in my chair. I was beginning to worry that you didn’t trust my expertise.” - Aubrey and Maturin discover that their first impressions of one another were borne out of some misunderstandings.

craving. Monty Python RPF | John Cleese/Michael Palin | 488 | Teen

Writing for this new venture – whatever the hell it was, these six of them and their daydreams – had proven to be invigorating and terrifying all at once, but through it all there was John.

if I could, I'd drown for hours Moon Knight | Marc Spector-centric | 451 words | Teen

Alcohol doesn’t hit Marc like it used to. It doesn’t simmer in his blood, it doesn’t seep into his brain and dull his senses.

pickup, pickup (a good book now) Our Flag Means Death | Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet | 401 words | General Audiences

The desolation would have been less apparent if Edward had done anything in the interim to fill up the space.

party crasher The Princess Diaries | Nicholas Devereaux/Mia Thermopolis | 597 words | General Audiences

Mia tosses and turns in her sleeping bag for the better part of an hour before concluding that she just might need to abandon her own party.

chasing the ghosts away Scream | Mark Kincaid/Sidney Prescott | 189 words | Mature

Sidney still called him Detective sometimes, after.

Patina Star Wars | Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader | 8,781 words | Explicit

You first encounter him at twenty, when your mother receives a call from an old friend named Qui-Gon Jinn. She’s always had quite a number of old friends, cloaked figures at varying stages of haggard who come through your house for a few days at a time in search of a place to rest their heads in your isolated part of the galaxy. With them, they always bring lightsabers, small and peculiar gifts of gratitude, and fantastical stories of adventure. This old friend brings with him a queen’s handmaiden, not much younger than you. He brings news of political sabotage and an urgent request for food, water, and supplies to repair his ship.

your love is sunlight Star Wars | Poe Dameron/Reader | 2,987 words | Explicit

First thing on the agenda: Poe Dameron is going to wash his kriffing hair. Second thing on the agenda: Poe is going to find you.

lovers alone wear sunlight Succession | Gerri Kellman/Roman Roy | 1,741 words | Teen

“I’m here to see Gerri Kellman. Just say it’s her ex-boy toy.” [Roman pays Gerri a surprise visit, after.]

Be As You've Always Been Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 8,202 words | Explicit

“I’d like to be clear about something up front,” Trent said carefully. “I don’t expect an answer right away. In fact, I think it would be wise for you to give some thought to what Keeley is asking of you. And we can talk it over until… what’s that colourful phrase you Americans like to use?” Ted chanced a smile. “’Til the cows come home?” “That’s the one.” - Keeley asks Ted to speak at the first event she's worked since starting her own firm, but his anxiety gets in the way.

Chrysalis Ted Lasso | Ted Lasso & Jamie Tartt | 1,964 words | Teen

“I’d’ve thought you’d be out celebrating with the team,” Ted said at last. “Yeah, I was for a while. Just…” Jamie sniffed, leaning forward to examine a stain on the bar that had probably been there for decades. “Got bored, I guess.”

if the years are all gone (series) Ted Lasso | Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso | 53,722 words | Teen

Nearly two decades before Rebecca Welton hires Ted Lasso as AFC Richmond's new manager, Trent Crimm spends a semester abroad in the midwestern United States. Everything unfolds a little bit differently from there.

Once In A Lifetime (sequel to This Must Be The Place) Triple Frontier | Santiago Garcia/Reader | 12,258 words | Explicit

After circling around your attraction for hours, Santi brings you back home to wait out the snowstorm that brought you into his bar. Once there, you learn more about the lonely man who's taken a liking to you and become increasingly aware of just what you'll be missing if you walk away from him in the morning.

[chez-mimich]

“…. Gli anni di David Lynch, Jean- Michel Basquiat, Keith Haring e Robert Mapplethorpe, di Patti Smith e dei Talking Heads, di Amos Poe, Jim Jarmusch, Elvis Costello, Spike Lee.

Quando tutto era possibile e l’azzardo era il benvenuto.

In questo fermento culturale il fumetto visse una stagione altrettanto felice di rinnovamento sospinto dal vento creativo di Métal Hurlant, di Bazooka, de L’echo des savanes, di Pilote o (A suivre...) e tante altre cose meravigliose che furono pubblicate in quegli anni. Tutti ci si nutriva di musica, cinema, fotografia, teatro, arte, vita e ogni cosa, davvero, pareva possibile.

Fu con questo spirito riformatore che un gruppo di autori cominciò a frequentarsi e confrontarsi in quel di Bologna, con l’idea di percorrere strade diverse da quelle del mainstream dell’epoca. I semi di quel fermento avevano varcato i confini. Si voleva un fumetto che somigliasse alla musica, al cinema, alla letteratura di quel tempo. Quel manipolo di sbarbatelli, tra

cui chi vi scrive, ebbe la sfrontatezza di proporre all’allora direttrice di linus, Fulvia Serra, il varo di un supplemento a fumetti che comprendesse anche articoli, illustrazioni, metanarrazioni. Un organismo autonomo, interamente autogestito. L’avrebbero chiamato Valvoline Motorcomics, parodiando una nota marca di olio per motori da corsa. Fulvia (e per questo le saremo per sempre grati) acconsentì e sulle pagine di Alter Alter, costola di linus devota all’avventura e al fantastico, nacque quarant’anni fa il supplemento Valvoline. Che era, a tutti gli effetti, una minirivista nella rivista, realizzata da un gruppo di autori amici che si muoveva come un collettivo delle avanguardie storiche al grido di “ricostruzione fumettista dell’universo!” Valvoline era composto da Daniele Brolli, Charles Burns, Giorgio Carpinteri Marcello Jori, Jerry Kramsky, Lorenzo Mattotti, Massimo Mattioli. (E da chi scrive)…”

(Dall’editoriale di Igort su “Linus” aprile 2023)

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Requests • Fandoms/Characters List

⇾ I mostly take headcanons requests!

⇾ I have to really like your drabble/fic idea to write it.

⇾ I still plan on taking most of your requests. However, I'm only a human, so don't expect me to write them immediately. Depending on how I feel and how inspired I am, it may take me a day, a week or even more than a month to complete it.

⇾ Reader is always gender neutral (you can't request them to have any other pronouns than they/them – but you can request specific headcanons about body parts). Every character is bisexual unless they have a stated sexuality in canon.

⇾ No OCs, no SH, no ED. If your request makes me uncomfortable, I'll not write it.

⇾ I take fluff, crack, angst and smut requests!

⇾ I'm okay-ish with aging up characters, but it strongly depends on a character.

⇾ Please, be as specific as you can in your requests.

⇾ Up to 6 characters for headcanons!

⇾ I also write polyamory ;)

⇾ Please, don't republish my work.

Fandoms and characters that I write for:

❇ Anime/Manga

↠ Attack on Titan

Armin, Connie, Eren, Jean, Mikasa, Sasha

Erwin, Hange, Levi

Annie, Reiner

↠ Bungou Stray Dogs

Atsushi, Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Tanizaki, Yosano

Akutagawa, Chuuya, Gin, Oda, Tachihara

Poe, Lovecraft, Lucy, Mark Twain

Fyodor

As of now, I haven't watched the fourth season, but I'm sure this list will be updated as soon as I see it.

↠ Dr Stone

Chrome, Francois, Gen, Ginro, Kinro, Kohaku, Magma, Ruri, Ryusui, Senku, Suika (only platonic), Taiju, Yuzuriha

Homura, Hyoga, Nikki, Tsukasa, Ukyo

Amaryllis, Kirisame, Matsukaze, Mozu

Luna, Maya, Stanley, Xeno

Byakuya, Lilian

↠ Haikyuu

Karasuno: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kiyoko

Nekoma: Kuroo, Yaku, Yamamoto, Kenma, Fukunaga, Inuoka, Lev, Shibayama

Aoba: Oikawa, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Kyotani

Date: Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa

Fukurodani: Bokuto, Akaashi, Konoha

Shiratorizawa: Ushijima, Semi, Reon, Tendou, Goshiki, Shirabu

Inarizaki: Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Suna, Osamu

Kamomedai: Hoshiumi, Hirugami

Itachiyama: Sakusa, Komori

Other: Alisa, Daishou, Kanoka, Meian, Miwa, Pedro, Saeko, Takeda, Terushima, Tomas, Ukai

↠ JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Part 1: Dio, Jonathan, Speedwagon

Part 2: Caesar, Joseph, Kars, Lisa Lisa

Part 3: Avdol, Dio, Hol Horse, Joseph, Jotaro, Kakyoin, Polnareff

Part 4: Josuke, Jotaro, Kira, Koichi, Mikitaka, Rohan, Yukako

Part 5: Abbacchio, Bruno, Diavolo, Doppio, Fugo, Giorno, Mista, Narancia, Trish

I haven't seen part 6 yet and haven't read the manga yet.

↠ Jujutsu Kaisen

Hakari, Inumaki, Itadori, Kirara, Maki, Megumi, Nobara, Yuta

Geto, Gojo, Ino, Mei Mei, Nanami, Shoko, Toji, Yuki

Koichi, Mai, Miwa, Noritoshi, Todo

Choso, Mahito, Sukuna

Haven't read most of the culling game

↠ Tokyo Revengers

Literally everyone, except for South, Mochi and Muto.

❇ Games

↠ Genshin Impact

Mondstadt: Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Bennett, Diluc, Eula, Fischl, Jean, Kaeya, Lisa, Mona, Razor, Rosaria, Sucrose, Venti

Liyue: Baizhu, Beidou, Chongyun, Ganyu, Hu Tao, Keqing, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xiao, Xingqiu, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yelan, Yun Jin, Zhongli

Inazuma: Ayaka, Ayato, Ei, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Kirara, Kokomi, Kuki, Sara, Thoma, Yae, Yoimiya

Sumeru: Alhaitham, Candace, Collei, Cyno, Dehya, Faruzan, Kaveh, Layla, Nilou, Tighnari

Other: Aether, Dottore, Lumine, Scaramouche, Signora, Tartaglia

I also write for some NPCs.

Platonic only: Diona, Dori, Klee, Nahida, Sayu, Yaoyao

↠ Yakuza 0

Kiryu, Lee, Majima, Nishiki, Nishitani, Oda, Tachibana

Makoto (only platonic), Reina, Yuki

I'm currently playing Yakuza Kiwami, so please, no requests with future characters, and no spoilers.

❇ Series

↠ Alice in Borderlands

Will write who you may request later. Don't have energy to do so right now lmao. But I think everyone is cool (except for Niragi)

↠ Stranger Things

Idk, I just love Steve. Will eventually update this list.

↠ The 100

Currently re-watching it with my partner after I've seen it four years ago, so I may not remember some of characters.

Haven't seen the last season, so no reqs with it, and no spoilers please!

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

Who would you put in an American statue garden? Assume no limit for how many

all the best presidents (i won't name them all but just to list a few: washington, adams, j. q. adams, jefferson, madison, monroe, fdr, teddy roosevelt, lincoln, etc), franklin, alexander hamilton, friedrich list, henry clay, henry carey, samuel adams, ethan allen, thomas young, john jay, james wilson, gouverneur morris, christopher columbus (tbh i'm tempted to include figures like leif erikson and prince madoc because even though they were never americans, like columbus, there is a mythopoetic/cultural value), lafayette, john winthrop, cotton mather, nathanael greene, friedrich wilhem von steuben, nathan hale, johnny appleseed, emperor norton, robert e. lee, william tecumseh sherman, daniel boone, lewis and clark, sacagawea, davy crockett, emerson, thoreau, walt whitman, longfellow, hilda doolittle, emily dickinson, nikola tesla, einstein, eli whitney, abigail adams, edgar allen poe, john brown, herman melville, butch cassidy, wyatt earp, doc holliday, wild bill hickok, sundance kid, john henry, andrew carnegie, nathaniel hawthorne, washington irving, horace mann, john dewey, wernher von braun, j. robert oppenheimer, john marshall, wiliam penn, junipero sera, john d. rockefeller, clara barton, fanny wright, thomas edison, alexandar graham bell, ezra pound, kerouac, william faulkner, steinbeck, hemingway, dolley madison, john muir, annie oakley, lovecraft, eleanor roosevelt, john browning, samuel colt, elvis presley, claude shannon, henry miller, kanye west, stanley kubrick, john von neumann, thorstein veblen, edward bellamy, henry ford, cornelius vanderbilt, betsy ross, black hawk, sitting bull, tecumseh, hart crane, h. l. mencken, tennessee williams, charles sanders peirce, william james, quine, hilary putnam, richard rorty, charles hartshorne, walt disney, mark twain, etc.

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ARKNIGHTS

Exusiai (Sid)

W (Hika)

BLEACH

Bambietta Basterbine (Maki)*

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Edgar Allen Poe (Ike)

Edogawa Ranpo (Cezanne)

Nikolai Gogol (Kit)

CHAINSAW MAN

Angel Devil (Bram)

COUNTDOWN TO COUNTDOWN

Iris Black (Kendal)

CRITICAL ROLE

Mollymauk Tealeaf (Logan)

DC COMICS

Bruce Wayne (Lee)

Edward Nygma (Thysto)

Harleen Quinzel (Nils)

Jason Todd (Benito)

Dick Grayson (Jess)

Roman Sionis (Thysto)

Stephanie Brown (Mace)

Damian Al Ghul-Wayne (Stan)

John Constantine (Nils)

Garfield Mark Logan (Logan)

DEVIL SURVIVOR 2

Yamato Hotsuin (Kem)

DRAGONFABLE

Notha Ly’Ehr (Birb)

DRAKENGARD/NIER

Kainé (Alex)

ELSWORD

Add (Doom Bringer) (Sitri)

Ainchase Ishmael (Bluhen) (Jaden)*

Ainen Rosso (Xanthe)

ELDEN RING

Morgott the Omen King (Thysto)

ENSEMBLE STARS!

Chiaki Morisawa (Liet)

FATE

Merlin (Caster) (Remi)

FINAL FANTASY

XIV

Azem (Nyx) (Lauren)

Haraya Viray (WOL BLM) (Caster)

Hermes (Bram)

Winifreya Sinahon (WOL WHM) (Elyse)

XV

Prompto Argentum (Tom)

GENERATOR REX

Agent Six (Lee)

Doctor Rebecca Holiday (Rhea)

GENSHIN IMPACT

Scaramouche (Riku)*

Venti (Barbatos) (Noct)

GUILD WARS 2

Rhy’lua (OC) (Lavi)*

GOD OF WAR

Atreus (Candle)

Freya (Rhea)

GRAND THEFT AUTO

Cleo Valentina Running Elk (OC) (Suzie)

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Bruno Buccellati (Cyan)*

Narancia Ghirga (Oz)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Sona Buvelle (Avi)

MARVEL COMICS

Peter Parker (Nils)

MEDAKA BOX

Kumagawa Misogi (Eve)*

METAL GEAR SOLID

Psycho Mantis (Thysto)

NARUTO

Madara Uchiha (Lizard)

Obito Uchiha (Wes)

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Annie (Fishnchipsnvinegar)

Daniel Dee (Cezanne)

Erika Ishikawa (Rhia)

Estella VaRossa (Hikari)*

EXPERIMENT-V [ VAL ] (Oz)

Grayson Grimm (Benito)*

Nikon "Niko" Mstislav Alkaev (Sitri)

Reagan Brennan (Thysto)

Rovaniemi, Lapland (KB)*

Rue Gabriel (KB)*

The Calid Saint (KB)*

The Umbral Vices (Cezanne)

OVERWATCH

Ana Amari (Rose)

Mercy (Angela Ziegler) (Rhea)

Widowmaker (Amélie Lacroix)

POKÉMON

Blue (Riku)

Iono (Carmen)

Red (Hikari)

PROJECT MOON WORKS

Angela (Freya)

Angelica (Freya)

Carmen (Corinthia)

Netzach (Cezanne)

PROMISE OF WIZARD

Akira (Karol)

Bradley Bain (Sitri)

Mitile Flores (Pidge)

REVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA

Anthy Himemiya (Cecil)

SHUUEN NO SHIORI

C-ta (Tom)

E-ki (Shae)

SIGNALIS

Elster (Cyan)

SILENT HILL

Cheryl Heather Mason (Pax)

James Sunderland (Alivocch)

SONIC THE HEDGEHOG

Sonic the Hedgehog (Eve)

Whisper the Wolf (Dancer)

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES

Raphael Hamato (Mouse)

Leonardo Hamato (Sam)

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Gerard Keay (Kendal)

Oliver Banks (Kendal)

THE MANDELA CATALOGUE

Archangel Gabriel (Bram)

THE OWL HOUSE

Luz Noceda (Ash)

TOILET BOUND HANAKO KUN

Nene Yashiro (Alice)

TOUKEN RANBU

Nikkari Aoe (Athiel)

TRANSFORMERS

Nautica (Suzie)

Airachnid (Suzie)

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Cater Diamond (Raine)

Idia Shroud (Sety)

Morrigan Desrosiers (OC) (Fris)

Trey Clover (Jin)

UTA NO PRINCE-SAMA

Ai Mikaze (Rai)

Eiichi Otori (Kem)

WARFRAME

The Operator (Oz)

YAKUZA/LIKE A DRAGON

Takayuki Yagami (Hikari)*

[weirdesplinder]

Libri Horror che ho apprezzato

Io non sono una grande amante delll'horror classico, leggo molti romanzi con mostri, presi dal genere horror, ma trasportati in altri generi meno oscuri e paurosi. Ho letto Dracula di Bram Stoker, ma preferisco i vampiri di Anne Rice sinceramente, ho letto anche molti racconti Poe e Lovecraft, e ho trovato spaventosi Il pendolo e Il richiamo di Cthulhu, ho letto anche La metamorfosi di kafka, che mi ha inorridito non poco, ma non sono libri che amo, mi hanno fatto troppa paura sinceramente. Perciò quando mi hanno richiesto una lista di horror che mi siano piaciuti, mi sono trovata un tantino in difficoltà. Diciamo che questa lista è composta non tanto da libri che ho amato, ma più che altro da libri che mi hanno colpito, che da un punto di vista letterario apprezzo, e non mi hanno spaventato troppo.

L'ombra dello scorpione, di Stephen King

Link: https://amzn.to/3WdNqkz

Trama: L'umanità è colpita da un'epidemia influenzale che decima la popolazione mondiale, creando un mondo completamente trasformato dal virus, con città vuote e spettrali percorse da poche persone allo sbando. I pochi sopravvissuti si trovano intrappolati in uno scontro più grande di loro, quella lotta eterna tra forze della natura nella quale si può solo decidere di perseguire il Bene e appoggiarsi alle fragili spalle di Mother Abagail, la veggente ultracentenaria, o seguire le orme dello spaventoso Randall Flagg, il Senza Volto, il Signore delle Tenebre. L'umanità di fronte alla pandemia sbanda tra paura e voglia di sopravvivere a qualsiasi costo: emergono i lati più oscuri dell'animo umano ma anche il coraggio di affrontare le tenebre.

La mia opinione: forse leggendolo oggi dopo il Covid mi farebbe un effetto diverso, ma lo lessi quando avevo circa 14 o 15 anni mentre ero a casa con l'influenza e fu spaventoso. Io non sono fan dello stile di Stephen King, ma questo libro mi colpì e lo ricordo ancora benissimo, trama personaggi e tutto.

Olivia, di R. Lee Smith (inedito in italiano)

Link: https://amzn.to/4bcpC4P

Trama: Nascosti da occhi umani, in profonde caverne sotto le montagne, vive un popolo alato. Non uomini uccello, no, nulla di così bello, ma bensì uomini pipistrello, muniti di spaventose corna e ricoperti di pelo. La loro è una società primitiva, ma hanno un loro linguaggio, una loro società, divisa in tribù. E una di queste tribù sta morendo a causa di una malattia che li ha decimati. Devono riprodursi e immettere sangue sano per poter sopravvivere e il capo prende la difficile decisione di rapire un gruppo di donne umane. Questa è la storia di Olivia, una di quelle donne rapite, che scoprì dentro di sé un istinto di sopravvivenza più forte di quello che avrebbe forse desiderato e imparò ad integrarsi con quella società che le aveva rubato tutto.

La mia opinione: Che dire. Partiamo col fatto che il mio riassunto non dice molto, è vero, ma ciò che non dico è bene immaginabile. La paura, il terrore, l'orrore, la prima violenza inspiegabile….I primi mesi di prigionia delle vittime sono terribili. L'autrice glissa su molto e rende tutto leggibile, ma è comunque dura. Piano piano la situazione migliora man mano che insieme ad Olivia il lettore viene a conoscenza dei motivi dei rapitori, scopre i loro problemi, la loro società, il loro conflitto interiore. Loro stessi hanno orrore di ciò che hanno fatto, ma che altre possibilità avevano? Non dico che tutto venga reso accettabile, questo no, ma quasi. Alcune umane si rivelano più cattive dei mostri…altri mostri sono proprio mostri e in tutto questo Olivia cerca di integrare umani e mostri, cerca di agire da pacere di creare un luogo in cui poter vivere tutti nel miglior modo possibile vista la situazione, ma è difficile, il mondo umano è la fuori, basterebbe così poco per tornarci…..Qui non siamo su un pianeta alieno e io almeno non sono riuscita ad accettare l'accettazione della situazione da parte della maggioranza delle donne, uno o due tentativi di fuga li avrei fatti prima di arrendermi….ma a parte questo, poi verso la metà del libro, l'autrice, che qui era inesperta, credo questo sia il suo primo libro, si perde per la tangente avviando un sacco di trame secondarie e dando molta importanza alla religione di questa tribù, e Olivia il cui punto di vista corrisponde con il lettore inizia da avere visioni, parlare con i loro Dei….tutto diventa confuso tra realtà e la sua psiche con gravi problemi…e così ho abbandonato il libro francamente. Già mi avevano dato fastidio altre cose prima, quella è stata la goccia e così ho lasciato perdere, mi sembrava il tutto perdesse coerenza con la prima parte del libro che invece era stata accettabile pur con tutti i suoi difetti. Per me è raro non finire un libro, ma a volte, raramente capita. Perciò direi che quest'ultimo non ve lo consiglio, ma se la trama vi incuriosisce, provatelo pure, magari voi riuscirete a completarlo.

Il battello del delirio, di George R. R. Martin

Link: https://amzn.to/3UzdN39

Trama: St Louis, 1857. Dopo aver perso la sua flotta commerciale e ormai sull’orlo della bancarotta, il burbero capitano Abner Marsh accetta l’offerta di uno straniero bizzarro, Joshua York, che non solo si offre di rilevare metà delle quote della compagnia, ma anticipa anche il denaro per costruire un nuovo battello, il più lussuoso e veloce mai visto lungo il Mississippi, battezzato Fevre Dream. Poche le condizioni poste: non disturbare mai York durante il giorno ed eseguire sempre alla lettera i suoi ordini, per quanto insoliti, senza fare domande. Tutto sembra andare per il meglio. Ma, a mano a mano che il battello discende il tortuoso corso del fiume, Marsh si insospettisce sempre di più. Perché York si mostra soltanto di notte? E cos’è quel vino nerastro dall’aspetto disgustoso con cui lui e i suoi amici si dissetano ogni sera? Marsh decide di andare in fondo al mistero di Joshua York; ancora non sa di essersi unito a una spedizione più sinistra del suo peggiore incubo, e del più irrealizzabile sogno dell’umanità.

La mia opinione: rivisitazione dei romanzi dell'orrore dei primi del novecento fatta da un autore moderno che di solito si dedica al fantasy e perciò particolarmente interessante seppur prevedibile.

Il passaggio, di Justin Cronin

Link: https://amzn.to/3JBn04L

Trama: Nel cuore della foresta boliviana il professor Jonas Lear fa una scoperta destinata a cambiare per sempre il destino dell’umanità: un virus, trasmesso dai pipistrelli che, modificato, è in grado di rendere più forti gli esseri umani, preservandoli da malattie e invecchiamento. In una remota base militare in Colorado, il governo degli Stati Uniti inizia quindi degli esperimenti genetici top secret per studiare i prodigiosi effetti di questa scoperta. È il Progetto Noah, che utilizza come cavie umane dodici condannati a morte e una bambina. L’esperimento però non procede secondo le previsioni e accade ciò che non era neanche lontanamente immaginabile: i detenuti sottoposti alla sperimentazione – i virali – trasformatisi in creature mostruose e assetate di sangue, fuggono dalla base, seminando morte e distruzione. Da quel momento gli eventi precipitano e nessuno è più in grado di controllarli, nessun luogo è più sicuro e tutto ciò che rimane agli increduli sopravvissuti è la prospettiva di una lotta interminabile e di un futuro governato dalla paura del contagio, della morte e di un destino ancora peggiore. L’unica speranza è rappresentata da Amy, piccola superstite dell’esperimento che ha scatenato l’apocalisse: su di lei il virus ha avuto effetti particolari, trasformandola in una pedina fondamentale nella lotta contro i virali.

La mia opinione: mi piace pensare a questo romanzo come la fonte di ispirazione per una parte della trama del videogioco The last of us, perchè ci vedo molte ma molte similitudini, All'epoca della sua uscita divenne subito un bestsellers e lo lessero tutti, me compresa.

Lasciami entrare, di John Ajvide Lindqvist

Link: https://amzn.to/4bgIM9Q

Trama: A Blackeberg, periferia ovest di Stoccolma, il ritrovamento del cadavere completamente dissanguato di un ragazzo segna l'inizio di una lunga scia di morte. Mentre nel quartiere si diffonde la paura, l'introverso dodicenne Oskar conosce Eli, una coetanea che si è appena trasferita nella zona. Ma c'è qualcosa di strano in lei, il viso smunto, i capelli scuri e i grandi occhi. Emana uno strano odore, non ha mai freddo, se salta sembra volare e, soprattutto, esce di casa soltanto la notte...

La mia opinione: romanzo che all'epoca della sua uscita ebbe enorme successo e ora finito un poco dimenticato, ma sempre bello per il suo punto di vista così innocente che non vede l'orrore ma solo amicizia in un contesto alquanto oscuro. Da riscoprire.

Five nights at Freddy's. The silver eyes, di Scott Cawthon

Link: https://amzn.to/49VinNI

Trama: Sono passati ormai dieci anni dai terribili rapimenti avvenuti al Freddy Fazbear, il ristorante del padre di Charlie. Eppure, lei e i suoi amici – John, Carlton, Jessica, Marla, Jason, e Lamar – non sono mai riusciti a superare veramente la scomparsa di Michael. Ora che sono di nuovo tutti riuniti in città per commemorare l’anniversario della tragedia, decidono di tornare a vedere che fine ha fatto il vecchio Freddy Fazbear, chiuso e abbandonato da anni. Quando i ragazzi trovano un modo per entrare, si rendono conto che le cose non sono rimaste quelle di un tempo. I quattro grandi animatronic che una volta intrattenevano i clienti sono cambiati. Ora nascondono un oscuro segreto... e sono programmati per uccidere.

La mia opinione: questo è definito un romanzo per ragazzi, e lo stile semplice lo rivela, ma in realtà secondo me è per tutti. Tratto da un famoso videogioco poi diventato anche film, la storia di questi ragazzi che vengono presi di mira invece che da un clown come IT, da degli automi a forma di Enormi peluche di animali che suonano in una band di un fast food abbandonato è altrettanto spaventosa, almeno per me, ma più divertente e scanzonata.

Formiche (Empire of the Ants) di Bernard Werber

Link: https://amzn.to/3wibmbV

Trama: Jonathan Wells e la sua giovane famiglia sono arrivati ​​nell'appartamento parigino al 3 di rue des Sybarites grazie all'eredità del suo eccentrico defunto zio Edmond, che ha lasciato loro anche una misteriosa lettera che diceva solo: Non scendete mai in cantina. Ma quando il cane di famiglia scompare giù per le scale del seminterrato, Jonathan lo segue e presto sua moglie, suo figlio e vari aspiranti soccorritori svaniscono nelle sue misteriose profondità. Nel frattempo, in un ceppo di pino in un parco vicino, una vasta civiltà è in subbuglio. Qui una giovane donna della nazione delle formiche color ruggine di Bel-o-kan scopre che una strana nuova arma ha ucciso i suoi compagni. Per scoprire il motivo, chiede aiuto a una formica guerriera e le due intraprendono viaggi separati in un mondo duro e violento. È un mondo in cui la morte assume molte forme: uccelli selvaggi e lucertole voraci, formiche nane guerriere e termiti rapaci, scarafaggi velenosi e, cosa più bizzarra di tutte, i veloci, assassini: le auto. Eppure la fine della disperata ricerca sarà l'inquietante segreto nascosto nella cantina al 3 di rue des Sybarites: un mistero che la coraggiosa formica dovrà risolvere per compiere il suo destino e diventare la nuova regina del suo grande impero. Ma per farlo dovrà prima stringere una comunione impensabile con le creature più barbare di tutte: gli umani.

La mia opinione: non credo si possa classificare questo romanzo come horror, io lo inserisco in lista per la mia fobia per gli insetti, ma in realtà è un'avventura raccontata principalmente dal punto di vista di animali che vengono antropomorfizzati, ed è affascinante, in quanto l'impero delle formiche viene dipinto come si descriverebbe una civiltà nascosta complessa quanto la nostra e molto più antica, dove dove le barche sono costruite con foglie e le mosche verdi vengono addomesticate e munte come mucche, dove i cittadini collegano le antenne in "comunicazione assoluta" e combattono guerre con eserciti precisamente coordinati usando spray di colla e acidi che possono dissolvere una lumaca. L'autore racconta una civiltà vecchia di centocinquanta milioni di anni una civiltà che non ha nulla da invidiare a quella umana: le formiche sono rigidamente organizzate, dispongono di armi chimiche sofisticatissime, di stupefacenti mezzi tecnologici, sono esperte di architettura, di politica, di musica, di filosofia...ma per me restano insetti e perciò paurosissime.

[brookston]

Holidays 1.19

Holidays

Archery Day

Artist As Outlaw Day

Bondadagur (Husband’s Day; Iceland)

Confederate Heroes Day (f.k.a. Lee Day; Texas)

A Friend Raises Your Spirits Day

Good Memory Day

The Holocaust Day (India)

Horror Novels Are Horrendous Day

Husband’s Day (Iceland)

International Flower Day

Kokborok Day (Tripura, India)

La Tamborrada (24-Hour Drum Jam; Spain)

Laura Ingall’s Wilder Day (Wisconsin)

Little Ricky Day

Lysander Spooner Day

National Annie Day

National Conservation Dog Day

National Gun Appreciation Day

National Investment Risk Management Day

National Lucy Day

Natlisgeba (Republic of Georgia)

Neon Sign Day

New Friends Day [also 7.19; 10.19]

Poe Toaster (Baltimore, Maryland)

Puzzle Day

Rescuer’s Day (Belarus)

Robert E. Lee Day (AL, AR, FL, GA, MS, TN)

Sieve Day (French Republic)

Tenderness Toward Existence Day

Tin Can Day

Whisper 'I Love You' Day

World Day of Migrants and Refugees

World Quark Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Brew a Potion Day

International Chouriço Day

National Popcorn Day

Zay Day (Union Craft Brewing)

3rd Friday in January

Arbor Day (Florida) [3rd Friday]

Bean Day (North Dakota) [3rd Friday]

Fry Day (Pastafarian; Fritism) [Every Friday]

Hat Day [3rd Friday]

International Fetish Day [3rd Friday]

International Sweatpants Day [Closest Weekday to 21st]

National Corrections Day (Australia) [3rd Friday]

Straw Bear Festival begins (Whittlesea, England) [3rd Friday-Sun]

Thorrablot (a.k.a. Þorrablót; Midwinter Festival; Pagan Iceland) [Friday after 1.19]

Festivals Beginning January 19, 2024

Aces & Ales Winter Beer Fest (Las Vegas, Nevada) [thru 1.21]

Bean Day (Fargo, North Dakota)

Berlin International Green Week (Berlin, Germany) thru 1.28]

Carefree Fine Art & Wine Festival (Carefree, Arizona) [thru 1.21]

Fringe World (Perth, Australia) [thru 2.18]

Hartford County Restaurant Week (Hartford County, Maryland) [1.28]

International Circus Festival of Monte Carlo (Monaco) [thru 1.28]

Montreal International Auto Show (Montreal, Canada) [thru 1.28]

Napa Valley Restaurant Week (Napa, California) [thru 1.28]

SC Watermelon Association (Hilton Head, South Carolina) [thru 1.21]

Slamdance Film Festival (Park City, Utah) [thru 1.25]

St. Armands Food Truck Rally & Music Festival (Sarasota, Florida) [thru 1.21]

Vacaville Restaurant Week (Vacaville, California) [thru 1.28]

Washington Auto Show (a.k.a. D.C. Auto Show; Washington, D.C.) [thru 1.28]

The Winter Wine Festival (New Castle, New Hampshire) [thru 2.11]

Feast Days

Bassianus of Lodi (Christian; Saint)

Blaithmaic (Christian; Saint)

Canute (a.k.a. Knud; Christian; Saint)

Epiphany (Eastern Orthodox)

Feast of Sultán (Baha’i)

Festival of Neith (Ancient Egypt; Goddess of the Hunt and Warfare; Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Founders Day (Kappa Alpa Order Convivium)

Harlan Ellison Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henry of Uppsala (Christian; Saint)

Lomer (Christian; Saint)

Marius, Martha, Audifax, and Abachum (Christian; Martyrs)

Mark of Ephesus (Eastern Orthodox Church)

Natlisgeba (Orthodox Epiphany; Georgia)

Paul Cézanne (Artology)

Pontianus of Spoleto (Christian; Saint)

Procrastination Day Tomorrow (Pastafarian)

Skip Squawk (Muppetism)

Sophie Taeuber-Arp (Artology)

Theocrats of Japan (Positivist; Saint)

Theophany  (a.k.a. ... 

Denho (Syriac Christian; Saint)

Epiphany (Eastern and Oriental Orthodox)

Great Blessing of the Waters (Eastern Orthodox)

Natlisgeba (Georgia)

Sure Tsnund (Armenian Apostolic Church)

Timket (a.k.a. Timkat, Coptic Epiphany; Eritrea, Ethiopia)

Thor’s Blot (Pagan)

Vodici (Baptism of Jesus; North Macedonia)

Water Blessing Festival (Bulgaria)

Wulfstan, Bishop of Worcester (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 19 [8 of 72]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 3 of 60)

Premieres

Avenue 5 (TV Series; 2020)

Bright Eyes, by Art Garfunkel (Song; 1979)

Cello Concerto No. 1 in A Minor, by Camille Saint-Saëns (Cello Concerto; 1873)

Chicken in the Rough (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

Donnie Darko (Film; 2001)

48 Hours (TV News Show; 1988)

Fowl Brawl (Phantasies Cartoon; 1947)

From Dusk Till Dawn (Film; 1996)

Homeward Bound, by Simon & Garfunkel (Song; 1966)

How Could Hell Be Any Worse?, by Bad Religion (Album; 1982)

Il Trovatore ('The Troubadour'), by Giuseppe Verdi (Opera; 1853)

I Was a Teenage Thumb (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

The Juliet Letters, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1993)

Mickey’s Man Friday (Disney Cartoon; 1935)

The Millionaire (TV Series; 1955)

Mr. And Mrs. Is the Name (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Operation: Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)

Op, Pop, Wham and Bop (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1966)

Out of the Woods, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2016)

Searching For Sugar Man (Documentary Film; 2012)

Shakespearean Spinach (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)

The Shoemaker and the Elves (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1935)

Sick Transit (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1966)

Sock-a-Bye, Baby (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1934)

So Dear to My Heart (Film; 1949)

Strangers on a Train, by Patricia Highsmith (Noel; 1950)

Tremors (Film; 1990)

Vacation with Play (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1951)

Woman of the Year (Film; 1942)

Today’s Name Days

Agritius, Marius, Martha, Pia (Austria)

Ljiljana, Makarije, Mario, Marta (Croatia)

Doubravka (Czech Republic)

Pontianus (Denmark)

Enn, Enno, Eno, Heigo, Heik, Heiki, Heiko, Heino, Hendrik, Henn, Henno, Henri, Henrik (Estonia)

Heikki, Henna, Henni, Henri, Henriikka, Henrik, Henrikki (Finland)

Marius (France)

Mario, Martha, Pia (Germany)

Efrasia, Makarios (Greece)

Márió, Sára (Hungary)

Liberata, Mario (Italy)

Alnis, Andulis (Latvia)

Gedvilė, Marijus, Morta, Raivedys (Lithuania)

Margunn, Marius (Norway)

Andrzej, Bernard, Erwin, Erwina, Eufemia, Henryk, Kanut, Mariusz, Marta, Matylda, Mechtylda, Pia, Racimir, Sara (Poland)

Macarie (Romania)

Lidia, Maria (Russia)

Drahomíra (Slovakia)

Arsenio, Mario (Spain)

Henrik (Sweden)

Bob, Bobbi, Bobbie, Bobby, Robbie, Robert, Roberta, Roberto, Robin, Robinson, Robyn (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 19 of 2024; 347 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 5 of week 3 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 25 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 9 (Ren-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 9 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 8 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 19 White; Fiveday [19 of 30]

Julian: 6 January 2024

Moon: 68%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 19 Moses (1st Month) [Theocrats of Japan]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 10 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 30 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 29 of 31)