I fear the day that we a scene where after Lenore’s background has been revealed to the gang, that either Duke or Berenice get mad at her over something else and says something like
“What would you know about this, Lenore!! You grew up in a Mansion with maids attending to your every need!! And private tutors- Just what would you know about any of this-“
And Lenore snaps and spills the rest of backstory
“You tell me?! Do you know the pain of feeling your brother laying dead in your arms- the isolation of being locked up like a bird in a cage for YEARS?! Tell me- is the wretched smell and sensation of ether something you know?! We all have suffered in different way!”
Can we talk about how Annabel’s worst fear is Lenore not trusting her/ Lenore believing Annabel doesn’t truly love her
Like… WOAH. Prospero’s worst fear was literally the thing that killed him, they are in actual hell, but still Annabel’s dumbass’s (affectionate) worst fear can be summed up as
Annabel: My girl is mad at me. I hope i die.
My first anatomy tutorial. How I connect arms to the torso. Simplified the muscles for better comprehension
PS. Pectoral is misspelled as “pectorial” in the picture. Don’t make that mistake haha
And I’d love to see the art made from using these as reference, you can message or tag me.. whatever you want
Edit: The extended names of the muscles:
Neck - Sternocleidomastoideus
Traps - Trapezius
Lats - Latissimus Dorsi
Guys you think in the dean’s little book where they have all the students info, it marks both Annabel and Lenore down as married women? Like “ok Annabel’s Spectre is literally a woman that died at her wedding. That makes sense.”
But then just imagine everyone’s reaction to finding out that Lenore is married.
The deans, scolding Lenore over something, and then outta NO WHERE: Well, Miss Lenore, you were a married woman for a very brief period of time in your life, perhaps-
All the misfits + Ada: WHAT?!
Annabel, smiling but sweats in gay: *Avoids eye contact*
The misfits, who know FULL WELL that Lenore is the fruitiest fruit to ever fruit:  Lenore…, is married.
The deans, loving the drama: we do not ruin the game by revealing information about students to other students for that no reason, perhaps, if you wish to know, you should ask your friend yourself.
Everyone turns to Lenore: ??
Lenore, trying to figure out how she can bullshit het way outta of this:
Lenore passing off as a man immaculately but Annabel still thinks she sounds nonsensical from time to time
Cutie patootie Pluto's navel jacket, fisherman's jumper, and fish & chips last meal with cider makes so much sense when you find out he's a northern lad from the sea side town of Blackpool. As a kid, I spent a lot of summers there. Let me tell you whack of nostalgia remembering walking along the Golden Mile eating fish n chips wrapped in yesterday's newspaper, the salt stinging your fingers n vinegar on your tongue with the smell of the Irish Sea carried on the wind ruffling your hair n sundrenched skin. The donkey rides on the beach. Blackpool Tower. it had its own weird freedom.
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