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@foreb0de ; @forewilt

“It was always clear to me that Nosferatu is a demon lover story, and one of the great demon lover stories of all time is Wuthering Heights, which I returned to a lot while writing this script,” Eggers explained. “As a character, Heathcliff is an absolute bastard towards Cathy in the novel, and you’re always questioning whether he really loves her, or if he just wants to possess and destroy her.”

Robert Eggers wants you to see his Nosferatu as both a lover and a biter

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The dark resonance of his voice set Thomas' thoughts to a perfect disarray, a nubilous tangle of unruly order that destroyed his ambition to free himself of this implausible embrace. He could hardly understand the form of those words, the impulsion of the question, as his body succumbed to the voice that echoed within the occlusion of his skull. Without realizing, tears as crystalline as dew settled into the camber of his lashes, which trembled as he fought to keep the oblivion that threatened to claim his consciousness at bay.

His fingers only grasped more tightly, winding themselves into the coarse, dust-dredged fur as desperately as he clung onto his own waking. He could swear the scent of lilacs aggressing his senses— the image of how the count had held up Ellen's locket to his withered lips and inhaled the scent of her and knew....

His thoughts, fret and fulminate, roared savage as a squall. The fear and loathing surged like a tide within his veins, inspiring a tempestuous rage of a bitterness he'd never had occasion to know before. Orlok had threatened his humble existence, his hallowed wife, with intimations and intimacies that portended an exigency of an unfathomable peril.

Thomas's heart beat frenetic, a timpanic undercurrent to the frantic cannonade of the agitation of his thoughts. And then, suddenly, there were no thoughts but of Ellen, only the fierce need to reclaim that lilac upon his lips, for it belonged to him by a covenant of blood and wine and rights.

Fingers still purled within the fur collar, Thomas pulled himself into the incline of Orlok's lips, biting him with a vicious rancor, teeth scraping the residuum of lilac from the full of his lip. He bit again, harder this time, feeling the point of his teeth pierce the desiccated flesh, mouth filling with a spurt of rotted blood.

"Her name is a panegyric, sacred and sacrosanct," Thomas stuttered out, voice trembling as he gasped for air, suffocated by the scent of lilac married with the count's cinereal efflux. "I fear the violation of her name upon such a mouth profane, and I want that holiness returned to me."

It was not an answer, but a diversion. For what could Thomas do but deny the mesmerism of this man, who had him in thrall to his voice, his words, his gaze, his wanting. So Thomas pulled once more, eyes squeezed shut, feeling the brush of Orlok's mustache upon his lip, knowing not what his parted lips hoped to find. "If you must desecrate, if you must devour ... devour me instead"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as if 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 itself lingered in the taut stillness between them, his spectral form consuming the space like the creeping tide of some 𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙, malevolent sea. the firelight clawed at his pale skin, 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, his features carved from shadow and suggestion. when mortal's trembling hand tightened upon the count’s fur-lined coat, he tilted his head, a slow, predatory movement that made the air grow colder still.

ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛᴏ ; [ @foreplagued ] from ♥

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the question hung between them, raw and accusatory, trembling in its boldness. thin lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, before curling into something that might have been a smile, but it carried no warmth. his voice emerged low and deliberate, each word a dagger cloaked in velvet, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ your—[ ... ] ” he began, his tone steeped in mockery yet tempered with a strange, aching resonance, “ —defiance [ ... ] it glimmers like a dying star in the vast 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖒. small, fragile, and yet so exquisite in its futility. do i think i have the right to know your dreams? no—the question is not of rights, but of inevitability. ”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he leaned closer, 🇭​🇮​🇸​ 🇸​🇰​🇪​🇱​🇪​🇹​🇦​🇱​ 🇭​🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇲​🇴​🇻​🇮​🇳​🇬​ 🇮​🇳​ 🇸​🇱​🇴​🇼​, deliberate arcs, fingers barely grazing the frayed edge of thomas’s sleeve. his eyes, twins of the abyss, locked onto thomas’s with a force that seemed to draw the very air from his lungs. “ dreams are but veils, thin and trembling, and i see BEYOND them. what horrors dwell in your mind?— " a laboured breath of undeath was drawn, " what specters haunt the quiet chambers of your 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙? they come to you because of me, yes, but also because they are already yours, bound to you as i am. ” the count’s voice dipped lower, a mere whisper now, his words coiling through the silence like smoke. “ you cling to her name as if it would save you, and yet here you are, clutching at 𝖒𝖊, drawn by something you dare not name. ”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉, allowing the words to fester in the charged silence. then, with the faintest motion, his claws brushed against thomas’s jaw—a touch so light it could have been imagined, yet it burned like frostbite.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ tell me, ” he purred, his voice as intoxicating as it was oppressive, “ is it truly the nightmares that ᵗᵉʳʳⁱᶠʸ you? or the truth that lingers within them? ” night’s gaze bore into the man, ᴜɴʏɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ, 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, yet strangely tender, as though he were peeling back the fragile layers of thomas’s soul, piece by trembling piece.

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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, from "The Complete Novels of Mary Shelly,"

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— nn. (via eternaldroplets)

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NICHOLAS HOULT as THOMAS HUTTER NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

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me soothing @forewilt when they rage about gothic romance

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Penned with loving hands -- Each passing day without you feels like an eternity wrapped in shadows, where the sun's warmth is but a distant memory . You are my lilac in spring, bringing forth the promise of renewal and joy after the harsh winter of longing ... Return to me , see me again and leave me waiting in frosty slumber no longer !

girl, he is literally ROWDY RODDY PIPER wrastlin with ur dusty musty crusty ex boyfriend in his decrepit castle I don't think he even remembers how to read

An unsent letter:

My darling,

I have egregiously overestimated how commonly I might have found reliable post. I ought to have sent a missive to you when I reached Prague, but I confess that I was impatient to leave and had no thought for anything else but to continue on my journey. Nothing of any note had occurred between Wisborg and Prague, at least nothing that you might find interesting. I didn't think that you would delight in my unenthusiastic recounting of the inevitable winter chill or the snow-muddied roads, but I wonder now if you only wanted the assurance that I was safe. That I was thinking of you. Which, of course, I am, naturally always possessed of the thought of you. Every moment.

I come by lodging less easily every night. Yesterday, I had almost resigned myself to requesting the shelter of a manger, but found myself in great fortune of refuge in a rather small hostel. I am tired of traveling, but more importantly, I'm tired of being without you. There is no part of my or my wandering thoughts that do not wish to have the courage to quit this endeavor and find my way home to our little apartment and your soft bed and your perfumed embrace.

But I must believe this sojourn, this onerous winter venture is for the betterment of our station. This is my duty to you, and one I undertake with the gravest solemnity. My wife shall never want for nothing, and will never have cause to feel inferior to anyone. Not even Anna or Friedrich. Everything I do, I do for you. For us. I hope your trust still belongs to me, even now. I promise to honor that for the rest of our lives.

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The wood of the chair he sat upon dug punctiliously into the weary, travel-worn muscles of his sorrow-bent spine, leaving him in a discomfort that he was too tired to amend. Out of sorts and out of his depth since the moment he had departed from his Ellen, Thomas was drowning in a discomfiture that had only grown into an unrelenting vexation. He was used to this. His eyes, limned red with fatigue, trained as best they could on the illustrious doctor for whom he had traversed a continent and a sea and an unfamiliar city to find. And whose presence had been the first reprieve since his nightmare had begun.

Mournfully did Thomas look upon the doctor, listening to the cautionary warnings he spoke of that almost sounded like admonition. Naturally, an accomplished doctor of great renown and an impeccable gentleman such as Jonathan Reid could never conceive of the abominations that Thomas had seen with his own eyes, experienced in his own body, remembered in his broken memories. It was as if the simulacrum of that desiccated corpse who wore Ellen's eyes lived in the back of his eyes, materializing in terrifying detail every time he closed them. But maybe that would pass, now that he had found a purpose to draw himself out of his despondency, and someone who might lead him back into the light ...

"I am certain that I may appear to you as an unstudied person in this matter, Dr. Reid," he said carefully, choosing his words with some labor as the language was not of common use upon his tongue. "You may know that my home, the city of Wisburg, had experienced a plague of similar magnitude and malignancy." How the plague had ended was not a matter that a man of science would believe, nor had it any obvious relevancy to the plague that ravaged this city, and so he choose to omit his knowledge of it. If only to prevent himself from falling despondent to the memory of his wife and her sacrifice.

"But I have seen what plagues can do, how they have spread. I may not be of any scientific use to you, but I know my experience will be invaluable and my avidity will always match your own," he said, growing bolder as the cicatrices upon his heart throbbed with a dull, pulsing pain. "I have lost all that I hold dear in Wisburg. A family, a love, a life. There is no reason anyone else must endure what I have. Let me stay by your side. Let me be of any service that you need."

His hands balled into desperate fists, nails digging into the soft of his palms, knuckles white with the astriction. "I think ...." Thomas swallowed hard. "I think that in these times .... it cannot do well to be alone. I know there is more use to me than a utilitarian one." His pale eyes were pleading, his lips pursed in displeasure of the supplication that felt like begging. ".... Let me be of some assistance. Any assistance. At least for a little while."

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎jonathan adjusted his coat, his piercing gaze lingering on thomas hutter. the man stood resolute, though the weight he carried seemed etched into every line of his face. 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓, jonathan surmised—grief sharpened into purpose, the kind of burden that burned but kept a man moving forward. he folded his arms, leaning against the worn wooden table between them. " mr. hutter, " he began, his voice a low murmur that seemed to fill the quiet room. " your presence here is... unexpected, though not unwelcome. london is drowning, and those willing to confront its horrors are few and far between. "

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‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎jonathan paused, his sharp features cast in shifting light, the words he held weighing heavy on his tongue. " this epidemic, as you have no doubt observed, is no ordinary affliction. the influenza ravages bodies, yes, but beneath it—beneath this—there festers something far darker, something more insidious. you’ve seen the signs, haven’t you? the disappearances, the whispered warnings of creatures in the shadows? " he straightened, ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒, slow and deliberate, his words like the edge of a scalpel. " what i speak of is no mere rumor. this plague does not merely kill—it transforms. the infected, in some cases, become skals—grotesque, ravenous creatures. twisted parodies of humanity, driven by a hunger they cannot sate. "

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he turned to face thomas again, ʜɪs ɢᴀᴢᴇ piercing, seeking some flicker of understanding or denial in the man’s expression. " these are no myths, mr. hutter, nor the ramblings of a city driven mad by sickness. these things are real, as real as the 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 in your veins. and if you are to aid us in this fight, you must understand what it is we face. you must grasp the dangers that now surround you. "

‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he fell silent for a moment, the rain’s incessant rhythm filling the space between them. then his voice softened, his tone still clinical but touched with a 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 intensity. " but what i cannot yet grasp, mr. hutter, is you. a man does not leave his homeland, his comforts, to walk willingly into a city drowning in plague. not without reason. tell me—if i may ask—what brought you here? what keeps you tethered to this task? " his words lingered like smoke in the air, and jonathan’s gaze remained steady, piercing through the dim light. the doctor within him sought the truth, but the predator [ ... ] the predator sought something more.

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marlena by julie buntin

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@desgrauens

"will you match my freak" no. i'm freakier than you. this is a competition and i'm winning

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&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

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THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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Send me a word and a character/series/pairing and I will write a drabble:

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Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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Thank you to everyone who's been waiting patiently for my replies ! I've been swamped with work and grad school, and tumblr was acting foolish for me for a bit ! Please note I'm still going to be quite slow with replies and responses (I am slothlike by nature), but I have high enthusiasm to write with you all !

Please check out @desgrauens, @foreb0de, @forewilt, and @bl0d4id for more insanely beautiful gothic horror while i get my shit together. 1000/10 would recommend them with my dying breath, they're STUNNING

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I got a blood pact with @foreb0de @foreplagued @forewilt . We are in the tomb together .