#lilac fang

[arwenkenobi48]

Ellen: darling, what’s wrong?

Orlok: *covering his face with both hands* don’t look at me! I forgot to brush my moustache to perfection!

Ellen: *gently removes his hands from his face and strokes his moustache with her thumbs* seems just fine to me *smiles*

Orlok: *smiles and blushes to the best of his ability*

[is-it-bussin-hannibal]

saw Emma saying in a interview (don’t remember which) that they remember seeing Bill in full Count Orlok makeup and adidas pants… yeah i don’t have much more context for this besides thinking it’s funny

[relmint-draws]

Death and the Maiden

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

There, in the presence of God, I understood at last how love could release us all from the power of darkness. Our love is stronger than death. [Give me peace.] “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” (1992), Francis Ford Coppola

And so the maiden fair [Ellen] did offer up her love unto the beast [Orlok] , and with him lay in close embrace until first cockcrow, her willing sacrifice thus broke the curse and freed them [both] from the plague of Nosferatu. “Nosferatu” (2024), Robert Eggers

[artwitch-kamille]

And so it begins! I'm literally squealing over here. I don't know if I've ever been so excited to start a painting 😊

[whisperingwillowe]

People criticizing Nosferatu for 'romanticizing abuse' don’t seem to understand the essence of Gothic romance and literature. These stories aren't meant to make you feel comfortable or align with conventional morality. Gothic romance thrives in the tension between beauty and horror, weaving together the sublime and the grotesque to evoke emotions that are complex, raw, and hauntingly human. It’s not about endorsing behavior—it’s about exploring the darker corners of desire, fear, and the human condition. 🖤💀🪻

[iputhepinprincess]

@pokeycub

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[enchantedchocolatebars]

*Whispers in Dacian* I love Count Chocula's distant cousin and his cursed h o e .

You are mine ✨ 🌺 🧛‍♂️ 🐺 🐀 🩸 🌺 ✨

A colored sketch of these commission arts (here and here)

Thank you, @bilumi / @bilumiart ! 🦇 🫶

[writebythecside]

Okay but has anyone considered: modern reincarnation Ellen and Orlok?

[caddy-crystal-queen]

Okay but why do I wanna write a fic where Ellen and Orlok are together in the afterlife and they're kinda stuck together because of their agreement and of course how they died? Orlok gains a semblance of his humanity back and its angsty as all hell. Ellen struggles with the thought of whether she did the right thing or not, more angst on her end. And with the combined powers of angst, and a mutual sense of understanding, the two spirits slowly learn to co-exist...and maybe get the happy ending they were both denied in life...

Just an idea bopping around in my head...

[ashes-writing-corner]

Dang I'm like super motivated to write this cause yall are getting an update already! Thank you guys do much for all the love for this, it's so so appreciated! <3

Taglist: @exactlyelegantwizard, @xenoanamorph, @hoeia-strigoi, and @arwenkenobi48

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Chapter features Romanian as translated by Google. I am so sorry if it's not accurate! X.X

Without further ado!

Exile- A Nosferatu Fanfic

Chapter 1

And it took you five whole minutes, to pack us up and leave me with it. Holding all this love out here in the hall…

It was light when she woke again, surrounded not by cold this time but rather comfort. Ellen’s feeling of painless nothingness was pretty much gone, leaving her feeling light and weightless. But there was oddly warmth, comfort, and softness. She rose and looked around, her senses coming to life again one by one. Ellen didn’t know this place and yet there was a strange sense of familiarity. The room was akin to a dream, or maybe something she had seen in one a long time ago. It inspired that weird, familiar feeling: a feeling that this had happened before. That she had been here before. 

There was the overall lack of color in the stone walled room. Everything looked so…dull and gray. The curtains surrounding the bed were a deep burgundy, but they were covered in a thick layer of dust…or at least Ellen thought was dust at first. When she touched the curtain, it was like touching winter’s first frost. That was definitely not dust…

She pulled her hand back, almost painfully. No, not pain. Not really. She was just surprised. Ellen knew she wasn’t supposed to feel anything. She was…

She couldn’t even bring herself to think it, let alone say it. Her memory was a bit fuzzy, like looking through a dusty window, but she remembered how everything felt. It was coming back, slowly but surely as she gained more awareness, as each of her senses came to life…or perhaps unlife was the better term. 

There was something warm at her feet, something soft. Something…breathing? What did anything here have any need for breath? How curious…

She was almost afraid to look, but was pleasantly surprised when she did. A large black dog laid at her feet, curled up as if attempting to keep them warm. He was shaggy, with long hair and a rather large yet strong body. The ears were triangular, relaxed in a sleeping state and yet so acutely aware. Curious and a little afraid, Ellen reached a hand out to touch the sleeping dog at her feet, moving a little so she could pet his fur. He wasn’t cold, unlike the rest of the room it seemed. It felt like he was…alive almost. She heard a soft ruff from the animal and pulled her hand away as he raised his head. Her eyes found the silver-gold orbs of the canine, and he let out a soft whine. 

“Hello there, beauty” Ellen reached her hand out again and petted the dog softly between his ears, “Were you with me this whole time?” she asked, as if he could answer. 

The dog wagged his tail, panting softly as if to tell her he did in fact stay with her. He was awfully calm and gentle for such a large animal. Ellen wasn’t used to dogs, though she had a few of them growing up. Felines were more of her interest, as she liked their independent nature. However, she wouldn’t deny that there was indeed a sort of charm to this dog in particular. 

“Such a good boy. Thank you” Ellen whispered softly as she petted his back and shoulders, “Now I just…need to figure out where I am”. 

She stretched a little and got up, finally pulling the frosted burgundy curtain aside to finally get a glimpse of the room. Just like the rest of the world, it was so…dreary. Everything seemed to be dipped in varying shades of blue and gray. But it seemed the room had everything Ellen needed: bed, wardrobe, a rather nice if antique vanity, a small bookcase full of various books, on top of which were, strangely, various tiny figurines and dolls from her childhood. Things Ellen thought she forgot a long, long time ago. Literally a lifetime ago in this case. 

“A place where things go when they’re forgotten, perhaps” Ellen wondered aloud as she stood from the bed, the dog following close behind her. 

She touched one of the figurines, a little fairy in a white dress with dark hair. Her father had gotten it for her, calling it a miniature version of her. Ellen remembered she had thought that humorous as a child, but now it seemed he hadn’t been completely wrong. To be honest, she didn’t know exactly what she was anymore, nor was she entirely sure it mattered now. 

Not now. Not that she was…

She still couldn’t bring herself to think it. Guilt fed like a ravenous beast in the back of her mind. She had left Thomas. She chose the monster who plagued her for her entire life over him. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right. But at the same time, it had to be done. She had to do it, to end the beast’s reign of terror.

A harsh blast of cold pulled her from her gnawing guilt, her thoughts stopping for all of a moment, before she knew: She wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t just the dogs. Ellen held the figurine tightly in her hand, as though somehow it would protect her. It couldn’t be…could it? She watched him perish. 

Held him as he perished…

The memory of that last, final moment, that last breath ran through her mind. Ellen held him, trying to somehow convey thoughts of comfort and reassurance despite the pain he felt. 

“It’s okay…” she remembered thinking, “It’s okay…we’re together now…let go…let go…” She remembered thinking as the beast, the Count, bled out all over her and her bed.

Ellen blinked, her thoughts coming back to the present. She dared not turn around, the dog at her feet staying close by, but not as guarded. She closed her eyes tight, trying to think of something that didn’t scare her. There was no way he could be here…surely there wasn’t…

“You are…awake” his voice was an all too familiar sound, though it sounded different now. 

He sounded different. Gone was the deep wheezing caused by lungs that no longer functioned. The growl was still there but not as prominent. The accent was the same, and it was still slightly monotone…slightly. It wasn’t unpleasant, per se. Just…something Ellen wanted to leave behind her. But it seemed the higher powers, who or whatever they were, had some other ill plan for her and the Beast. 

“Get out…” Ellen said quietly, not even looking at him. 

She could feel his ice cold glare at her back. “You…do not…command me-”. 

“I said get out…now!” Ellen dared to cut him off with a harsher tone. 

She heard a growl, but didn’t dare turn around. She would not look at him, refused to face him. The large black dog laid quiet at her feet, ears flat, torn between two masters. Ellen shook her head, her eyes closed tight as if she were in some sort of nightmare. 

“Shall you deny me now?! After everything I’ve done?! After I pulled you from Chaos?! This is my repayment?!” the Beast demanded, “After what you did to me?!” 

“I had to do it. To save everyone…” she said, “You would’ve killed everyone! Everyone! And i was supposed to sit there idle and let you-”. 

“Ah still a neat little trick you do little one…You close off your mind and lies spew from your mouth like venom!” 

“I’m not lying!”

“About your intentions! You didn’t do what you did to save everyone. You joined with me because you wanted to”. 

“And once more you are a deceiver! If I have a serpent’s venom, then you speak with a serpent’s tongue!” . 

“And once more you deceive only yourself, suflet mic!”. 

Ellen shuddered at the nickname. “Don’t you ever call me that again! You lost the right to call me that years ago!”. 

Suflet mic…

It meant “Little Soul” in Romanian. He had once used it as a term of endearment for her, when they first found each other. He hadn’t called her that in years, not since he stopped coming to her after she married Thomas. 

A cold silence overtook the room. The air was icy with both his presence and her hatred. Ellen trembled from the sheer force of it. Her hands balled into fists, even around the little fairy figurine. 

“I said leave. You are not welcome in this space…you will NEVER be welcome in this space!” Ellen yelled, tempted to turn around and throw the figurine at him. However, she refrained…just barely. 

Without her permission, he couldn’t stay in her room, her space. This was hers and hers alone. It was one of the few rules of this place: Neither could enter the other’s space once it was established to them without consent. He stepped away from her, his footfall heavy. The Beast peered down at the black dog. 

“Furie, ține-o în siguranță…” He commanded as he left the room, compelled by this strange realm’s magic and rules. 

The dog, Furie apparently, barked in response. He would be her faithful guardian, not that there was much that could harm her here. But even so…the last thing he needed was Ellen finding her way back to the waters of Chaos. 

Away from Him…

And ultimately lost to time…

The thought disturbed Orlok in a way he had never known. To be dead was one thing, but to be lost and forgotten was a whole other fear. Chaos could take him if fate demanded, but he would not spend eternity where she wasn’t there. He told her Ever Eternally…and he meant it. She was his until Chaos decided to call for them both. If and when that ever happened…

Thanks so much for reading guys! Please don't forget to like, reblog, and comment! Your support means the world to me ^-^

[lalithemidnightmuse7]

Robert: The thing that struck me is that this is a demon lover story, and there’s plenty of that in Victorian fiction. Wuthering Heights was something that I turned to pretty quickly in the writing process to explore Ellen and Orlok’s relationship dynamics.

[is-it-bussin-hannibal]

i seriously need some sleep

[relmint-draws]

more Nosferatu doodles

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

“It was clear to me from the beginning, and from what Rob [Eggers] was saying to me, it’s a love story with Count Orlok as much as it is with her husband. There’s a real love triangle there. And, especially my scenes with Bill [Skarsgård], Rob wanted there to be a palpable sensuality between the two characters. And I think it serves the story as well, because it makes things so much scarier. It’s so much scarier to think there’s a yearning going from, you know, really, between the two of them, rather than just this woman who’s kind of chased down by this scary demon that she, like, hates. She carries so much darkness within her, and that he, in a way, is a manifestation of that darkness. And so she’s pulled towards him for a reason. and she calls out to him […] there’s a mutual yearning there, and I think it makes the story so much more engaging, and so much scarier.”

Lily-Rose Depp discusses the love story between Ellen, Count Orlok and Thomas

[artwitch-kamille]

Guys, I am absolutely not okay.

This movie has utterly taken over my life in a matter of five days. It was everything—everything—I dreamed it would be and more. Everything I adore wrapped into one gorgeous and poignant film... 

Since I was quite young, I've been completely captivated by the Death and the Maiden archetype. I'm pretty sure it started with Disney's Beauty and the Beast, then Labyrinth, and by the time I saw Phantom of the Opera as a teen, it was a full-blown awakening. It's just spiraled from there into loving the Hades and Persephone myth, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and of course, Reylo! I think that's why Nosferatu 2024 spoke to me so deeply. It was everything Gothic romance and horror should be. And the feels—oh, the feels! I've never, ever seen such a perfect blending of the gorgeous and grotesque wrapped up into one perfect little offering.

Since I saw it last week, my inspiration and motivation have been off the charts. I'm almost finished mapping out an Ellen x Orlok painting, and I'm so excited to start it! I've also planned out three separate pieces for a new Death and the Maiden series and a Hades and Persephone painting.

Ugh, Robert Eggers is such an artist. Thank you, sir, for bringing this masterpiece into existence.💀🖤🪻