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hansungkee · 4 months ago
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spongebob-connoisseur · 6 months ago
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"Nosferatu is kinda bad tho"
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disappointmint · 8 hours ago
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My dumb ass thought Willem Dafoe was reprising his role from Shadow of the Vampire, and spent the whole movie trying to suss out the reason for his also playing Von Franz.
"Is it like a Gimli & the Ent situation, where he's a nice guy so they made an excuse to keep him on set?"
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nosferatufaggot · 2 years ago
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Hey guys! I wanna do a create yourself picrew chain with my favourite picrew :) tag 5 people (or more. or less im not your mom) once ur done.
here’s mine :))
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tagging: @a-dotrivenitupontop​, @c4i-r0​, @xxriotgrrrlb0yxx​, @clumpofglitter​, @tennis-spawn​, @0beetle-legs0​ and literally anyone else who wants to do it
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rollswraith · 11 months ago
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answered / ic. starters / ic. open  / ic. headcanons / ooc. meta / ooc.
musings / that is the way to survive! you have to learn to laugh. You have to keep finding ways to have fun!
ch. study / his license plate was a joke or boast nosferatu german word for vampire—an acknowledgment at some level of what he was.
face / ceo of christmasland enterprises director of christmasland entertainment president of fun! likes / as fine as christmas morning. aesthetic / the sky was plentifully sugared with stars and the moon hung among them that moon with the hooked nose and broad smiling mouth. ship inspo / someone found something to like. wardrobe / the suit makes the man.
his license plate was a joke or boast nosferatu german word for vampire—an acknowledgment at some level of what he was.
i have been married twice and have rarely been without female companionship. someone found something to like.
The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams!
NOS4A2 : a novel
CEO of Christmasland Enterprises, director of Christmasland Entertainment, president of fun!
NOS4A2 : a novel
“The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams. This old car can slip right out of the everyday world and onto the secret roads of thought. Sleep is just the exit ramp. When a passenger dozes off, my Wraith leaves whatever road it was on and slides onto the St. Nick Parkway. We are sharing this dream together. It is your dream, Bing. But it is still my ride. Come. I want to show you something.”
NOS4A2 : a novel
“I think I know about this bridge. Most people would be upset to find a covered bridge sitting in their front yard, but not Mr. Charles Talent Manx the Third. Mr. Charlie Manx is a man who knows a thing or two about bridges and roads turning up where they do not belong. I myself have driven some highways that don’t belong. I have been driving for a long time. You would be surprised if you knew how long, I bet! I know about one road I can only get to in my Wraith. It isn’t on any map, but it is there when I need it. It is there when [have a passenger who is ready to go to Christmasland. Where does your bridge go ? You should come out!We sure do have a lot in common! I bet we will be fast friends!”
half the sky was smothered over in clouds. but the other half was plentifully sugared with stars and the moon hung among them that moon with the hooked nose and broad smiling mouth.
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venmondiese · 2 months ago
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COME TO ME, ANGEL OF MUSIC
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‎‎masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3
-ˋˏ| summary: On a costume party, you meet Aemond, a strange man who seems to lurke your thoughts. Soon enough, you'll find he is more than what he seems.
✧| Pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
✧| word count: 4.2k
✧| Warnings: MDNI 18+, possible dub-con, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), Aemond is very weird, and this contains dark contents.
-ˋˏslightly based on the phantom of the opera + my contribution to halloween
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You wish you knew how you ended up in a rich party, honestly. It was a costume party, and everyone had rich costumes. You went for a classic one; Christine from Phantom of the Opera.  Your friend was dating the younger son of this family, throwing a party in the whole damn state they had, as if it was some kind of Saltburn. You didn’t comply when she dragged you to ‘meet one of his rich friends so you and him can be together’ because honestly you had nothing better to do.
Seeing people do heroin and ecstasy was not your style, so you separated from your friend soon enough, as she told you her boyfriend and her would spend quite some time on that. She had promised to invite one of your childhood friends (and crush); Ben. Even if it had been ages, you still thought about the chance to meet him. 
Dancing on the dance floor was something else. They didn’t play some of the usual party songs played on discos or bars. It was somehow more refined, but it didn't stop you from dancing.  You danced with some dudes; with a mummy, with Beetle juice, with Pennywise and even with the typical one dressed as the Joker. You made out with them a bit, but soon enough you pulled away.
Once you were sweating through your costume, you went to the backyard, seeing all the stairs you had to get down to touch the grass. Instead, you walked to the chairs in the balcony and stayed there. 
“I lost my… fucking piercing…” you murmur, feeling your face and not feeling your nose ring. Did you even…?
“Hello, didn’t expect you here” 
You turn to see the voice by your side. It was dark, or perhaps you weren’t using your glasses, but you could swear there wasn’t a man there. 
“Hey” you murmur softly. 
“Who are you supposed to be?” He asks softly, smoking his cigarette as he was against the wall. 
You weren’t one for small talk, truly. But here you were.
“Christine Daaé” you tell him softly looking at him.
“Hm.”
“From the phantom of the opera”
“I know, it is rather obvious coming from you” he says softly, another puff as he speaks. 
You frown slightly, confused by his words. What was he on? Maybe your face is familiar with someone he knows. You are sure you know him. He is oddly familiar as well, and you definitely couldn't shake the feeling of knowing him. He was like a distant, misty memory, as if from a dream.
“And who are you?” 
“Nosferatu” 
You take a moment to watch his costume, seeing the formal clothes he used. He had long silver hair, and it looked silky and it was very eye-catching. As you saw more and more of him, as the dim lights from the garden gave him a sombre aura. His skin was pale, not rosy-like pale, but straight out white, cold tones. He had a purple eye, and he wore an eye patch to the other.
“I Thought Nosferatu was bald”
“I thought Christine Daaé could sing.” 
“You surely wear tons of makeup” 
“You should see my brother” he says, looking at you “He came as Edward Cullen, Tons of glitter”
You chuckle “I can see it”
He was handsome, leaning on the wall as he inspected you. Gave you goose bumps, that, and the cold air too. 
“What’s your brother’s name?” You ask softly, looking at him as the skirt of your costume had been caught on some leaves.
“Aegon” he says, as if testing your knowledge on the name.
“And yours?” You ask, smoothly. You wanted to know his, in truth, and he smirked as he puffed on his cigarette.
“Aemond” he says softly, looking at you. “Yours?”
You tell him your name, and he hums watching over you. There is something about the way he looks at you, making your skin have goose bumps and you turn slightly more conscious about yourself. He was intimidating, yet at the same time, you were attracted to him as moths are to light. 
“You fit the costume” he says, puffing on his cigarette again. 
“It is my favourite costume. I found a white corset, and a white puffy dress. I did the star pattern on it, and it took me a while to style my hair.” 
“Hm. I see.” his voice is sultry, watching you closely. 
“I have seen the Phantom of the Opera since I was a child. I love it” you admit with a smile “Seen it like a hundred times. I doubt there is someone who has seen it more than I”
He raises an eyebrow at your nerdiness, yet he shrugs, throwing his cigarette on the floor to stomp on it. His shoes had dragon patterns on them, and looked as if they had never been worn. 
“I doubt it” he says smugly, moving to sit in another chair next. One of his legs lazily going above the other as he leaned back. “I have seen it for years and years”
You roll your eyes amused, as if he was trying to fight who was nerdier. “Yeah, right”
“I mean it. They always play it in the theatre” he says, looking at your face as if trying to see your reaction. He isn’t very expressive, you notice, as his face almost doesn’t move as he speaks. 
“And so you happen to visit the theatre always?”
“Well, in fact I do.” He shrugs, moving to take another cigarette out of his pocket, to lighten it up. You roll your eyes as if you don’t believe him. “I own the place.”
It is a moment of silence, as you watch him brag about it. Men and their audacity. He was extremely rude, apart from off-putting. And he was arrogant, you knew an arrogant man when you saw one, how his chin is titled up, as if looking down at you. 
“Yeah, right”
“I mean it” He says, surely. 
“Are you rich?” You say in disbelief, not believing one word of what he was saying. 
“I live some states away” He says, referring to the mansions. “It’s older than the damn country”
“I do not believe you one bit”
“Don’t” he shrugs nonchalantly, his face barely changing as he takes another puff. “You could have had free entry to see the phantom of the opera every night” 
You narrowed your eyes to his words, you do not believe him. How rich can you be to own one of these houses AND own a theatre? Makes 0 sense in your middle class mind. Yet, Aemond, for some reason, is different. You cannot explain it… and it bugs you. Yet you are curious as a cat. 
“Okay, Mr. Billionaire” You say mockingly, leaning closer as you watch his face. “If you do own that, you must be an aristocrat” you point out, seeing how his eyebrows raise and he nods slightly.
“Yeah”
“So your family has been around for centuries?”
He nods, and he says “Yeah, more than centuries”
“Every dynasty falls, you know. Sooner or Later” 
“Or they evolve” He says, taking another puff. He has a calm way to speak, almost sultry. He speaks as if he had all the right opinions on the world, and doesn’t leave room to question him.
Aemond was handsome, perhaps too handsome. Though the white makeup was too much (and you can imagine how full of glitter his brother should be), he has a mystery surrounding him. He was a billionaire, yet he doesn’t tell you his family name, which doesn’t surprise you, since rich people are full of fake friends. You doubted that half of the people in this mansion even knew the hosts personally. And Aemond seems the calm type, stoic, silent and observant. You can notice it just by the way he stares at you, no expression on his face, not even boredom. 
“And you are friends with …” You ask, moving a hand to point at the castle. 
“My brother is more social than I am” his tone is quiet. 
“And he dragged you here?”
“I dragged myself here” he says. Even if he is very expressionless, you were getting tired of him.
You didn’t even notice how awkward the whole conversation was. He was so clearly uninterested in you, only bragged about his luxuries and spoke in a condescending tone. You were confused, no doubts. The alcohol had been too much.
“I will go to the dance floor then…, Aemond” you say standing up, and he doesn’t do the courtesy to look interested. 
As you leave, you just try to sneak away from his little corner, and you try to find your friend. The meeting with Aemond left you a sour taste in your mouth, no doubts. Lisa was certainly more of a social butterfly, and if she was next to her boyfriend she would probably be like his trophy, anyways. 
You walked through the corridors, and tried to check your phone. It was almost one in the morning, 00:58. You sighed, checking your messages as you tried to stay against the wall; the music was loud enough to drive you insane.
Where are u??? Ben is here…
You cursed yourself, muttering a great deal of insults as you answered, asking where the hell she was with Ben. You came with a purpose, and you certainly couldn’t leave without it. 
Ben was handsome, and his blonde hair fell from his face as he was dressed as some superhero you didn’t recognise. Yet he was lean, and handsome as hell. He has some beard, not too rusty, but you liked it, suited him well. It reminded you of his dad, no doubts. 
“Ben” you say smiling
“Oh, look at you” he says, standing up to hug you. “It has been ages!”
“Too long” You say smiling, hugging him back. “How have you been? I mean… What have you been up to?” It was almost impossible not to want to ask Ben about all the amazing things he must have been up to. 
Between chatting, drinking and dancing, it’s nearly three am when you are still dancing on him in the dance floor.  It was less crowded than before, yet it still was hot as hell. You were sweating slightly, and still with Ben, dancing together and having so much fun.
“Hey, Christine” 
You turn a bit confused. Oh, it was this guy. The Nosferatu guy, Aemond.
“Hey” You say to him, cringing a bit. His expressionless face looked from you to Ben, who stopped to dance to introduce himself. “Ben, this is Aemond… Aemond, Ben”
Whereas Ben extended his hand with a smile, Aemond watched him with a hum, acknowledging him with a raise of eyebrows. You wanted to die, he was so fucking rude and hard to swallow, and you didn’t even know why he was bothering you.
“You are friends?”
You try to answer, yet you find yourself mumbling nonsense as your cheeks get red slightly from shame. It is Aemond who answers.
“Yeah. Long acquaintances” he says, and his face finally changes. His lips curled in a smirk, his arms crossed on his chest as he was very much interested in Ben now.  “Isn’t it right?”
You look at him, and then at Ben, blinking a bit confused. “Yeah, we know each other… and we are so close” 
“Oh, I see. Didn’t mention that” He says, his smile confused as he looks at you. 
“Well, I didn’t remember” you say, a bit confused, frowning. 
Where did you exactly meet Aemond? 
“Ouch” Aemond says, looking at you. His voice still cold, and detached “Didn’t you tell him all the times we have gone to see the Phantom of the Opera?”
It takes you a bit to speak. “Yeah, tons of times… Aemond owns a theatre, and they play it all the time.”
Ben looks at you a bit confused. His hand is on the small of your back, and still close to you. 
“Maybe you could come with us” you babble, words out of your mouth hastily. “I’d like you to” you add, words you like to say finally coming out of your mouth.
“Sure thing” Ben says smiling, giving you a reassuring nod. 
“We could arrange it for the next season. Now it is all about more new musicals” Aemond says shrugging “Even if the Phantom of the Opera is quite new, still”
“It’s old as fuck, dude” Ben laughs it out, but his laugh is met with no response. 
You looked at him, eyes wide. You found it funny, why didn’t you laugh? 
“Either way…” Aemond says, his tone unwavering as always. “We have to leave, darling”
It is then when you look at Aemond again. You were attracted to him like a moth is to light, and he was like a drug. He was handsome, tall and definitely hot. He made you feel alive. 
Yet you didn’t want to leave Ben. Why would you? Lisa had especially invited him for this purpose, to get you two together, to reconnect and with some luck, hook up. Even if you weren’t the type to hook up with guys you have met the same day, unlike Lisa. She joked that maybe Ben was worth the exception. 
“Wait, I thought we were staying…?” Ben says, confused, since Lisa’s boyfriend had no problem in lending one of the guest rooms to you two. 
“No” you say, almost automatically. 
“Come on” Aemond says, pulling you away from Ben, grabbing your elbow with a self-sufficient smirk. 
His touch was cold, unwelcoming and uncaring. Even with that, you followed his lead out of the mansion, not caring to wave goodbye to Ben. 
It is when he opens his old car, probably expensive as hell, when you ask him. “Where are we going?”
He smiles “Oh, my darling. We are going to my state”
Your mind has problems remembering how you two exactly arrived at his state. You have had too much alcohol, either way. 
And as you went away from the party, you started to ask yourself more things. Why did you ignore Ben? You were an ass to him, and you didn’t care about it. But in truth, you did, and you felt awful about it. 
It made zero sense; you couldn’t understand your change of heart. As if sorcery was inflicted upon you, or mind control. When you take out your phone, to send him a message, to apologise, and to also tell Lisa where you are, you find yourself with no signal at all. You barely had any battery on it too.
“Do not bother” Aemond’s cold tone comes as he drives. The car was so old, the gearshift was like a lever next to the steering wheel. Damn, this shit didn’t even have a radio. “There is no signal around here”
“No technology either…” you murmur between your teeth, and try to look out in the darkness of the night. It was all mist, from miles and miles in the field. 
“Do not worry yourself” He says, and with that, you shut up. 
Your walk is almost automatic, following his lead into his house. It was a mansion, more like a Victorian one. Maybe even older, this truly seems like centuries old. You couldn’t imagine how old his dynasty was to inherit something like this. 
Aemond could be as sultry as he was cold, because soon enough you were on his bed, sitting as he talked softly, about your appearance or how perfect you were. You truly didn’t take a look around his home, or his room. Surely, there were a lot of stairs, and a lot of floors. But you only cared for Aemond.
“Dressing up like Christine, hm? Suits you” He murmurs, his hands cupping your face as if you were dear to him, yet there was no tenderness in his tone, only that detachment you despised. 
“Hm” it was all you could say. 
“So perfect for me. I knew I was right on you”
His lips devour yours as he kisses you, and you can do anything but return his kisses, perhaps not with the same fervour, but still you are a bit enthusiastic with that. 
If he was cold, he made it up by being addicted. Kissing him was addictive, and the taste of it was making you lean closer and closer to him. And it was as if he thought the same about you, by the way he was acting the same, if not more desperate. 
You feel his kisses travel down, as his hands lower down to move the skirt of your dress, feeling your bare legs and going upwards. His face nuzzles your neck, and you can feel how he leaves hickeys, bites and wet kisses on the skin. 
He was insane with lust, like an animal as he pressed kisses on your collarbone, pulling you back in his bed. Kissing Aemond was like being in heaven; you could barely feel your own body. 
“You are perfect�� He murmurs “No need to be nervous” his tone is sultry, almost too enchanting for you. 
You weren’t even nervous, to be honest. Your heart was racing like crazy, and your hands were sweating. Still, you didn’t feel nervous. 
“I’m not” you murmur softly. 
“You are” he says, his eyes turning to look at you. “I know it. You can’t hide anything from me”
As his hands move to take off your clothes, and his mouth relishes on your breasts, clavicle and neck, you start to wonder. Was he stalking you? You remember him too dizzily to connect dots, but he was starting to�� 
Scare you. Arouse you. You weren’t even sure.
Aemond was especially good with his mouth; his kisses pressed lower and lower as his hands caressed your thighs softly, looking up at you. 
“I’ll make you feel better” he promises, his tone sounds ever sweeter. “I know what to do to cure you”
If the remark was oddly strange, he doesn’t give you a moment to think about it, as his mouth goes to your cunt, his tongue moving expertly along your folds to taste you, like a man starved does. He was, in a way, starved. You could see it in his gaze, looking up to you to see your reactions and if trying to see right across your soul. 
He accommodates your thighs on his shoulders, as if hugging your back to press you further to his face, and mouth. He was groaning on it, delighting himself in your taste, as you could only whimper and see with half lidded eyes, biting your lower lip as you feel your head starting to drop back in delight.
His mansion was cold, and Aemond was even colder, yet everywhere he touched, felt warm. It was magnificently paradoxical, yet it made every sense in your head. If you could form a logical thought, that would be, because when Aemond touched you it was as if your brain melted completely, being nothing as he touched your body.
“Will you let me?” He asks, his mouth and chin shiny from your arousal, gods, you were leaking wet. You haven’t noticed until now, you were really wet. And he only seems to be happy about it. 
He glances up at your face, watching you closely with his careful eye. You were right on his mercy, and he liked it. He could tell that you were loving it, the way he gives you attention and takes care of you, and yet he isn’t pleased when you nod as a way to answer him “I want you to say it out loud”
“Yes” you say, your breath almost stuck in your throat as you speak, nodding. Your cheeks were red, and you could feel your blood going everywhere in your body, especially where he had touched you, and kissed you.
“You are all mine, hm?” He says, seeing the hickeys on your neck and legs. 
His cock was hard, and he was as excited as you were to have you. You didn’t quite get what he was after, sex? Taking care of you? An odd, distorted and sick pleasure of… doing what he does? You couldn’t get it. 
He doesn’t use protection, and you also don’t try to ask about it. You just don’t care about it, you want him. You need him. You craved him. 
Aemond hiss when he enters you. Your pussy is warm, wet and welcoming to his cock. Seeing you in display to him, moaning as his cock starts filling you is too much for him. It’s too overwhelming, and he has to curse out loud, moving to grab your thighs to pull you closer, your body moving as if you were a ragdoll. 
“Fuck, princess. That’s it” he mutters, his hips going back, before harshly going forward, starting to pound into you as if he was a feral animal, grunting and groaning, 
Your body welcomes his harshness, feeling his cock pound again and again against all your sensitive spots. He knows what he was doing, surely, and he knew how to please his partner in bed. His dick slides effortlessly into her cunt, you could feel his balls slapping against your skin. 
“Aemond” you moan is more like a whine, the same tone wounded animals used emit when in pain. Oddly enough, that turns him on more. 
“That’s it” He murmurs, his hips being harsh as he thrusted, and you could only imagine how much it would hurt to stand up next morning. "Sing for me...."
Aemond reaches with his hand to find your clit. Most men would be blind, but Aemond had experience. His wet fingers rub your clit, as he made sure his thrusts were overwhelming enough to have you made a mess for him. Moaning loudly, he feels your legs shaking a bit as he leans to whisper in your ear.
“Come for me” His tone is many things, a plea, an order, a fact.  "Come to me"
You didn’t know how, but he knew. You were coming hard, as you felt his cock deep inside and his wet kisses all over. It was intense, and he had you all disoriented. Maybe you squirted, maybe he came right with you, and maybe he came inside you. But the truth? You didn’t care. 
You fell asleep soon after, almost unconscious from such a night. Alcohol, crazy sex, and going to a stranger’s home. 
It all hits you by the morning. 
If you could call that a morning, honestly. You wake up, in the silk bed sheets, feeling colder than ever, and naked. You turned around, and everything was dark, as if it was night. The tall, heavy curtains in the windows were old enough to be thick, and not let a single ray of sunshine inside. Yet, it was badly closed, because one ray hit right in your neck, and in your left eye, waking you up. 
You don’t know how long you have slept, as you stand up. You feel panicked, because you went home with a stranger. And then you start remembering. Leaving without telling Lisa, leaving Ben just because Aemond said so, and you were stupid enough to follow him.
And you had sex with him. You can feel your body aching from how feral he was with you, and you sit up in bed, whining, as your whole body is sore and burning you.
You check your thighs, red and lots of bruises there. And your stomach, and your forearms. You stand up carefully, moving closer to the window you had seen in the hallway, not minding your nakedness, or who might see you wander around. 
You are more worried by the blood coming out your neck. You see yourself in the mirror; your neck has dry blood, bruises and hickeys. Your face? Intact. But your neck and collarbone were… destroyed. Your breasts are saved, just a little bit, bitten and full of hickeys, but no blood there.
You try to move the dry blood, trying to see what you were injured. You didn’t hear a sound in the house; it was dark, and quiet. The most light that entered was from a skylight in the stairs, which seemed to be endless.
You see two dots, deep and scarlet in your neck. And another pair, and another. You had to check more than twice to try to make it sense. Aemond had bitten you. It was all Aemond.
“I see you have woken up” He murmurs, leaning on the hallway, with a cup of tea, and some cookies. 
You turn to look at him, and you regret not having something to cover yourself with.
“You are a monster” You say, turning back to the room, to try and go find your clothes and your phone. “Biting me like a… a… a vampire” you say, just to test the waters. Hells, you didn’t even believe he was a vampire.
Aemond chuckles, following right behind you as he leaves the tray in the cabinet. He looks at you, covering the door unconsciously, as he crosses his arms. “So you figured it out then” he says. “I thought it would take you less”
“You… drugged me”
“No” He says, crossing his arms, offended. “I did not need to.”
He was attractive, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his charm, and how handsome he was. Of course, you think, being an idiot. You had seen twilight a million times, and you felt like Bella when she discovered the same about Edward. 
“Vampires aren’t real” You remind him, putting on your clothes. They were dirty, yet you just wanted to get out of there. Gods, you were an idiot. An idiot. And you didn’t even know what you would tell Lisa, or Ben, or your parents…
“Aren’t they, really?” He asks, almost mockingly. “And where are you going, darling?” He asks amused, seeing you grab your purse and pull your clothes fast as day. It took you a bit to close the corset of the dress, but whatever. 
“Away” you mutter, which causes him to laugh.
The only, genuine and loud laugh you have heard him do. Maybe the most genuine he has ever been in the time you have meet him.
“You are adorable, my sweet” he says, his tone as detached even with his amusement. “I thought it was clear. You are not going anywhere”
You look at him, as if confused. He wasn’t a vampire, it was ridiculous. It felt like a crappy movie that they passed through forgotten channels. 
“Yeah, right” you say, passing through him and going into the hallway. “I am leaving” you tell him, trying to look brave, as you try to decipher the fucking mansion. 
“You are scared as a kitten” Aemond says, more amused than anything “Your heart is beating like crazy, darling”
“Whatever!” You scream, finding some stairs and going down. 
“And how will you ever leave? The closest town is far away for leaving on foot.”
“I’ll call a tab” you say, stubbornly, taking out your phone. 
Seriously? 11%? You sighed. Aemond didn’t stop you, but let you figure it on your own. There was no signal here.
If you go, with how cold it was, you were going to die of hypothermia. And going out without a map, without a direction, you will be also dead, if not found by him. You really, really were trapped. You had to think of something else, surely, but not now…
“I see your pretty head has figured it out” Aemond says, from top of the stairs. “Now, will you take the cookies and tea I had you? I bought them just for you” he says, almost annoyed. “I can’t let my pet starve”
That was what he wanted you for. If he was a vampire, he needed blood. And he had his fill, and he had his next meal. It was you; he wanted you as food, and to fuck. 
"I want my pretty angel to keep on singing for me" his tone is deep, smiling, as he teases you with those words. "My angel of music"
You want him to shut up, but at the same time, you don't.
You remember, for a moment, when he bites you with his fangs. You had thought it was with the costume, but he didn’t dress up. He surely invented he was Nosferatu, and you believed it like a fool. Those fangs weren’t fake, and they dig into your neck to draw blood from you, multiple times. 
It was painful, and it stung like a bitch. You didn’t want him to feed on you.
"You have come here with one purpose and one alone" he says, as he lure you into his whims "I have needed you with me... to serve me. "
Yet when you see him smile, guiding you to eat, you feel calm, even if your mind knew he was using his dirty tricks on you, just like before. He seduced you, into his will. And gods, if you didn’t feel like you wanted just that: be his forever. To feed, to fuck, to devour. 
It was surely going to drive you insane one day, yet you had to get used to it. It didn’t seem as if you were going to be out anytime soon. 
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literallys-illiteracy · 5 months ago
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Project Moon Reading list
this is mt attempt at a comprehensive list of the references in Project Moon Games.
if you have any that arent listed, feel free to share them.
Lobotomy Corporation:
SCP-049 (Plague Doctor) (Speculated)
Portrait of Dorian Grey (Portrait of Another World; Mirror Of Adjustment) (Speculated)
Bible (One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, Plague Doctor, Skin Prophecy, Flesh Idol, Burrowing Heaven, Express Train to Hell, Whitenight, Carmen)
Midsummer Nights Dream (Fariy Festival)
[Radio Station] UVB-76//The Buzzer (1.76Mhz)(Speculated)
Necronomicon//General Lovecraft (Skin Prophecy)
Colour Out of Space (Fragment of the Universe) (speculated; Thematically almost certainly lovecraft inspired)
The Little Match Girl (Scorched Girl)
Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast)
The Red Shoes (Red Shoes)
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scarecrow searching for wisdom; Warm Hearted Woodsman)
Colour Out of Space (Child of the Galaxy) (speculative)
The Snow Queen (The Snow Queen)
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (Rudolta of the Sleigh)
[Opera] Der Freischutz (Der Freischutz)
Snow White and the seven dwarves (Snow White's Apple)
Alarune (Alriune) (speculative)
The Little Prince (Little Prince)
Little Red Riding Hood (Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary; Big and Will be Bad Wolf)
Three Little Pigs (Big and Will be Bad Wolf)
The Six Swans (Dream of a Black Swan) (Speculative)
[Music] Bethoven's Moonlight Sonata (Il Pianta De La Luna, Silent Orchestra)
[Film] Spirited Away (Mountain of Smiling Bodies) (Design) (Speculative)
Wonderlab specific:
Alice's adventures in wonderland (Red Queen, Hookah Butterfly)
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Scaredy Cat and the road home)
The little mermaid (Piscence mermaid)
Midsummer nights dream (Titania)
[Conjecture/Heavy Speculation] Snow Queen or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (Nobody Is)
Rapunzel (Tangle)
Lady in the Lake (White Lake)
Mythology and Folklore:
[Buddhist] Preta (Clouded Monk)
[Celtic] Faerie (Fairy Festival)
[German] Der Freischutz "The Freeshooter" (Der Freischutz)
[German] Doppelganger "Double Walker" (Nothing There) (thematic)
[German] Nachtkrapp "Night raven" (Big Bird) (Speculative; Personally unconvinced)
[Greek] Stymphalian birds (Punishing Bird) (Speculative)
[Greek] Pygmalion//Galatea (Pygmalion)
[Japanese] Baku (Void Dream)
[Japanese] Jubokko "Tree Child" (Grave of Cherry blossoms)
[Jewish] Kabbalah (Tree of life, Malkuth, Yesod, Netzach, Hod, Tifret, Gevurah, Hesed, Chokma, Binah, Keter, Ayin)
[Jewish] Succubus//Incubus (Porccubus)
[Korean] Urban Legend regarding "Grape Welch Soda" (An Opened Can of Welcheers)
[Norse] Yggdrasil (Parasite Tree) (Speculative: Giant Tree Sap)
[Roman] Justicia // Lady Justice (Judgement Bird)
[Roman] Laetitia (Laetitia)
[Russian]  Zhar-ptitsa "The Firebird" (The Firebird)
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Library of Ruina:
Library of Babel
Do Androids dream of electric sheep? (Thematic, Achievement name)
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (The Adult Who Tells Lies, Scaredy cat and the road home)
The Marvelous Land of Oz (Ozma)
Town Musicians of Bremen (The Musicians of Bremen)
The Jaunt (WARP trains)
Nosferatu (Nosferatu)
Macbeth ("And then is Heard no more")
[Film] The hour of the wolf (Tanya)
[tarot] The fool (Jester of Nihil)
[poetry] Sky, Wind, Stars, and Poem (SPB&TP mili song) (thematic)
[poetry] Orlando furioso /& Orlando Innamoratto. (Roland and related cast (Argalia, angelica, etc.))
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Limbus Company
The Divine Comedy (Dante & surrounding cast)
The Wings (Yi Sang & co.)
Faust (Faust)
Don Quixote (Don Quixote)
Hell Screen (Ryoshu)
The Stranger//L'etranger//The Outsider (Meursault)
Dream of the red chamber (Hong Lu)
Wuthering Heights (Heathcliff & Co.)
Moby Dick//The Whale (ishmael & Co.)
Crime and Punishment (Rodion & Sonya)
Demian (Sinclair & Co.)
The Odyssey (Outis, Cyclops)
The Metamorphosis (Gregor)
Limbus Company - Minor References:
Peter pan (Smee)
Sherlock Holmes: (Timekilling Time Stage Names)
Scandal in time (Scandal in Bohemia)
A Case of the Gallows (A Case of Identity) (speculative)
The Adventure of three detectives (The Adventure of Three Students)
The White Scarved League (The Red Headed League)
The Clock Tower of Fear (Valley of Fear)
The Final Problem (The Final Problem)
Midsummer night dream (Midwinter Nightmare EGO gift)
The Time Machine (Hubert from TKT) (Speculative)
The Stars (Alfonso and Stephanette)
The Old Man and The Sea (Indigo elder) (Speculative)
Murder on the Orient Express (Murder on the WARP express)
Vampire the Masqurade (Casseti) (Speculative)
The Masque of the Red Death (Casseti) (Speculative)
The one who rules (Stage name "the one who lords") (speculative)
Real People:
League of nine:
Kim Kirim (김기림) (Rim)
Yi Hyoseok (이효석) (Aseah)
Lee Jong-myeong (이종명) (Yurang)
Kim Yu-yeong (김유영) (???/ Unnamed Member)
Chi-Jin Yoo (유치진). Pen name: Dongrang (동랑) (Dongrang)
Cho Yong-man (조용만) (Aneung)
Lee Tae-jun (이태준) (Sang-heo)
Jeong Ji-yong (정지용) (Young-ji)
Lee Mu-young (이무영) (Gap-ryong)
Park Taewon (박태원) (Gubo)
Kim Hae-Gyeong (김해경). Pen name Yi Sang (이상) (Yi Sang)
Park Pal-yang (박팔양) (???/ Unnamed member)
Gim Yujeong (김유정) (Dongbaek)
Kim Hwan-tae (김환태) (Nul-in)
other(s):
Agatha Christi (Grade 1 Fixer Agatha)
Kim Sakkat (Bamboo Hatted Kim)
Alphonse Daudet (Alfonso)
Vergil (Vergillius)
EGO and Abnormalities:
Midsummers Night Dream (Midwinter Nightmare) (EGO gift)
Carmilla (400 roses Anormality) (Carmilla EGO gift)
Metropolis (Resident of Metropolaris) (Speculative)
Snow White and the seven dwarves (Ebony Queen's Apple)
Pride and Predgudice (Spider of Marrige)
Poem of a dying butterfly (no.10 Crows Eye View) (A Dying Butterfly
Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer (Sandolph)
[Religion, Abrahamic religions] (Skin Prophet) (Heavenly Executioners throne) (Sign of Roses) (Heavenly Commanders Throne) (Broken Wings) (ichthys (Headless ichthys))
[Religion, Buddhist] (Ya Śūnyatā Tad Rūpam EGO) (My Form Empties)
[Folklore, Celtic] Faeries (Fairy Long-Legs, Fairy Gentleman, Faelantern)
[Folklore, German] Der Freishutze (Der Freishutze) (Der Fluchshutze)
[Folklore, Korean] The Green Frog (Blubbering Toad)
[Folklore, Korean] Dol hareubang (Wishing Cairn) (Pagoda Veneration)
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s1aywalker · 6 months ago
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꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ little miss scare all. ꨄ
↷ ✩ —— sam monroe x alt! girlfriend reader headcanons. (nsfw 18+)
notes: a little slutty a little smutty! minors do not interact or else i'll collect your kneecaps. can we please stop kidding ourselves... this dude wants a goth girlfriend. and it's my duty as the resident metalhead mommy to serve my community. one alt!reader fic at a time.
| | | | she's got a date at midnight with nosferatu. oh baby, lily munster ain't got nothing on you. ⋆˚࿔
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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe is, first and foremost, a fucking hater for the fun of it. the type of dude that calls anyone who doesn't listen to anything he deems cool a poser. the type of dude that sees a chick wearing a metallica shirt that she got from the thrift store and, with a straight face, tells her to name three albums without missing a single beat. so he thinks it's pretty fucking sick to have a girlfriend that can keep up with his, perhaps to most, acquired tastes in music.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who is ridiculously stubborn but secretly loves when you introduce him to new bands. he always acts like they're just okay after you popped the cd you recently bought into his stereo, and sometimes he'll even lie and say he already knows who they are. that he discovered them months ago. but then it's a few songs deep into the album, and wait... why is this actually fucking good?
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who is an absolute nightmare to argue with. even when it's not serious, when it's just having differing opinions on silly things like which vocalist is better, which album is the best. he's so stuck on his own likes and dislikes and everything is, as fred durst would say, his way or the highway. it's almost like he enjoys arguing with you... and maybe he does, because you can be just as stubborn when it's a topic as passionate as music, and he thinks it's cute when you stand your ground. he stopped actually caring about the argument ten minutes ago, and now he's just trying to piss you off because he thinks it's funny.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who has broadened his musical horizons thanks to you. bands like type o negative and h.i.m that constantly incorporate very obvious "romantic" themes into their songs never really did anything for him because he thought it was lame and corny. until he had to endure you constantly listening to them. now he'll claim his enjoyment of them is from a form of stockholm syndrome... but maybe he just never had a person that he could relate them to before he met you. he thinks about you when he hears be my druidess or for you. plus, they're one hell of an aphrodisiac, and he quickly discovered just how easy it is to get a hand under your bra or in your pants when they're playing.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who loves fishnets... maybe to an unhealthy degree. every time he sees you wearing them, he can't help but think about how good they make your legs look, how good he knows your ass looks under that skirt, and the thoughts of him tearing them to shreds instantly begin to flood in. and that's exactly what he does, the second he gets the chance. those poor tights never stand a chance in the same room as him... he'll promise to get you another pair while he's slotted between your legs and your hips are lifted, a promise he only keeps half the time. as his fingers dig into the fabric and start ripping them apart like it's the easiest thing in the world. like that's what those little tiny holes were made for. it's foreplay to him. but sometimes he's too impatient to even get them all the way off. sometimes he'll rip the crotch and push your panties aside to fuck you with a nice view of your legs still covered.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who encourages your piercing urges. you mention wanting a new hole in your ear or nose? he's on board. when you mention wanting your tongue pierced? that's hot. immediate filthy thoughts of what it would feel like when you guys are sucking face nasty style. or better yet, what it would feel like rubbing against his cock. when you mention wanting your nipples done? he thought he was going to have a stroke on the spot, and he's offering to make the appointment for you if it means seeing that in his face as soon as possible. he'll even hold your hand and let you squeeze him until your knuckles are white while you're getting them done. but once it came time for the boring aftercare part, his excitement drops the second he hears about healing time.... weeks? he has to wait weeks to put them in his mouth? but he'll make those weeks worth it once you've given him the go ahead. he's actually fucking feral about it when you do.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who lets you do his eyeliner. honestly, he's a little envious how good you can make yours look. effortlessly sharp and smoky. and you've always teased him about how shitty he does his. how he holds the pencil, how he has zero technique and just smudges it on with his fingers and doesn't even wash his hands afterward. so you jump on the chance to do it for him... it's only a bonus for both of you that you get to sit on his lap and be inches away from each others pretty faces. he's grumpily telling you not to poke his eye out and pretending he's not getting hard from the proximity alone. you notice... it's literally impossible to not feel it. and now you're trying to hurry this little makeover before you get the urge to ride his fucking thigh... but that's what you end up doing anyway. he's got one eye done and that pencil is long forgotten while his own hands are guiding your hips as they drag across his leg, searching for more of that friction his jeans provided. whining and desperate while he's saying how cute it is that you just couldn't wait five more minutes.
𝜗𝜚˚⋆ sam monroe who fucks you in the shitty venue bathroom, one covered in stickers and flyers and permanently tainted with the stench of beer, while the equally as shitty opening band plays. it's not romantic. it's hard and fast, sloppy and impatient. because he has you bent over in the stall, repeatedly slamming his cock into your cunt and not caring about how loud it might be. the downtuned guitar and blast beats raging on outside the door works as both a brutal soundtrack to his brutal rhythm, and to muffle every grunt and moan that reverberates against the cramped space. there isn't enough time to be sweet and caring, because this set is about to end and you guys still have to secure a good spot in the pit... but he'll still kiss you and rub his thumb at the mascara bleeding under your eyes, while he's stuffing his cock back into his pants and you're wiping the cum dripping down your inner thigh.
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latibulater · 1 month ago
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Byron Orpheus and The Unfortunate Case of Whitewashing
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Season 1 above. angular face, brown skin, more pronounced lips and nose than rusty
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season 2, his face is a little rounder, but his skin color is actually more saturated and varies more in the episodes he's in top is viva los muertos and bottom is escape to the house of mummies
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season 3 his entire forehead and cheekbone are now a curve, but he still hasn't lost his pallor quite (also *COUGH* yaoihands *COUGHCOUGH*)
however its once it hits season 4 that things go downhill IMMEDIATELY
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ITS BAD FOLKS......but it gets WORSE
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season 5, he only appears in halloween and momma's boys, i would say momma's boys he looks a little better but still by this point he has lost his big nose and defined lower lip
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here's his only appearance in daylight in s6 hes only in gargantua 2 not that different
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s7 is pretty egregious to me, it's like they finally gave up on just lightening the opacity of brown and decided to make him pink/tan but still not as bad as the movie...
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now they lowered the opacity on the pink like they wont rest until this man is actually nosferatu like hank and dean thought he was in the first episode
this really is sad to me :( they took away all of his melanin, all of his cuteness, they made him way too " " appealing " " *COUGH* WHITE *coughcough*
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grazi-your-rockette-queen · 9 months ago
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Idk if party scenes are too played out so forgive me😭 but helping Kirk put on Halloween makeup (like sitting in his lap and he’s all giggling and moving around to make you stay on his lap longer) and yall have matching costumes 🥹
this is like so corny, but cute and i fucking love it 🤭
he’s such a dork i love him
you were getting ready for like whatever little halloween get together party thingy, you were going w kirk as vampires (it’s just the vibe) so you were doing your makeup all dark and pretty, kirk interrupts you to snatch a tube of dark red lipstick from the counter and ask,
“what about this color for me?” you smile and roll your eyes, taking it from his hands while he’s giggling at his own joke.
“can you do mine too?” he asks, smiling wide because he knows you’ll say yes.
“alright, sit down.” he does so, looking up at you with excitement in his big eyes. you grab an eyeshadow palette and a little brush and sit down.
“ok, move your head this way.” you say, placing a hand on his cheek to move his face delicately so that he is facing you. you stop for a minute, just examining his face.
“this isn’t gonna work. i know what would be better.” you move overtop of him to straddle him, at which he is confused at first but then grabs your hips to hold you. you brush his hair away from his face.
“ok, hold still. don’t squint your eyes.” you load up the brush with sparkly black eyeshadow and bring it closer to his eyes. you start to softly brush it over his eyelid but he scrunches up his face at the contact and can’t help but giggle.
“kirk, stop! i told you not to move!” you giggled, shoving him playfully.
“it fucking tickles!” he laughed again. he shut his eyes again, to prove that he was going to be calm this time. so you slowly and softly tried the brush on his eyes, making it dark around his top lid and a little underneath his eyes as well. you added white eyeshadow to highlight and dark rogue on his nose and below his eyebrows.
“not bad, Nosferatu.”
“oh my god, do i look like Nosferatu now?” you laugh at his reaction, his eyes widening and a hand covering his mouth as he laughed.
“no… i’m good at makeup, but not that good.” you started to move from his lap, and kissed his head before standing up to go add the finishing touches in your makeup.
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maryangelex · 5 months ago
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*picture me levitating off a coffin and looking like nosferatu*
simon riley is just a big awkward softie in the body of a brute. he can’t even think straight the moment his cock fills up at the sight of you and just lets his brain be dictated by it (dicktated, if you will). so it’s just in his nature to not even know how to approach you, he just corrals you against the nearest wall and dives tongue-first into your mouth with big clumsy paws cupping your face and grabbing every soft bit of your body like he’s kneading clay.
and yeah his nose is smooshed against yours, yeah his cock is pulsating against you, and yeah a whimper escapes his lips because this man is just so eager (whipped) he can’t contain himself
but I digress…
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emeritus-fuckers · 11 months ago
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Hihihihi I'm new but I have an ideaa if you'd be down! <3
I am someone who has many piercings and it can be a pain to switch out the jewelry cuz I've got shaky hands and I love the idea of our boy Aether being piercing buddies with someone and always helping them switch out / care for their piercings!!
I understand if there's not much to write about with this but i thought it'd be a cute idea!
Aether being your piercing buddy
Listen, he's got a lot of piercings.
Two in one eyebrow, one in the other, a nose ring, both his nipples and of course, dick piercings. And a whole collection of piercings in his ears.
At this point, he is a natural at taking care of piercings.
So much so that other ghouls and even some Siblings of Sin come over to him to ask for help and tips.
And of course, he gladly helps, flashing his golden tooth in a grin.
He teaches you absolutely everything and takes care of any fresh piercing for the first few days.
He teaches you how to take care of your piercings and how to switch them out in the easiest possible way.
If it's a piercing in the more... intimate areas, he's willing to help you as well.
His mind just kinda switches to a more professional (actually professional, not the dumb shit he does on stage) mindset, where he just somehow loses interest in anything sexual.
It's all about the piercing.
He's got a big collection of different piercings that he lets you borrow if they work with your anatomy.
He's willing to come with you for any new piercings (or tats) and hold your hand so you're more confident about it.
Bear hugs and cuddles afterwards because damn, he's proud.
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Written by Nosferatu.
Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites
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spongebob-connoisseur · 1 year ago
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Nosferatu really out here struggling. What could be worse than being bald with a big nose😩
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violettebones · 8 months ago
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If there is one thing I've learned from my time in the nosferatu tag, its that women only want one thing:
-A skinny guy with no nose and a big tongue
Or a skinny lady with no nose and a big tongue
(Or both)
bonus points in they are wearing some kind of alt clothing or a harness
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nerdanel01 · 1 month ago
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i literally had to buy a usb stick like it's the year 2014 or something to get my screenshots off my console but anyway: agnes under the cut
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this is her a the start of the game in what I like to call her "mid life crisis" haircut
I tweaked her a little more in the cc tonight and got her. slightly closer? to what I was trying to achieve? mid life crisis haircut on the left, something that would have looked a lot like the updo she was rocking in the MW on the right (albeit without the broken nose, which was a souvenir she acquired in Minrathous)
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For anyone really curious (cough cough @erikonil) this is closer to what I was actually trying to achieve, and how I actually picture Agnes during her early years in the Mourn Watch ignore the nosferatu:
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skele-bunny · 5 months ago
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Shopping. (No CW) Phantom/Aether/Dewdrop
CW - None
Characters: Phantom, Aether, misc Ghouls.
(It's about to be August so that means the Hot Topic is putting out Halloween items. Take Phantom there STAT!!!! Also yes I'm aware Sweden doesn't have a HT, but luckily this is fanfic where anything can be real of I try hard enough.)
(Divider by @ wrathofrats )
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"If you could have anything, what would you have?"
It was a simple question, Phantom's face scrunching as he thought, scratching his cheek before looking up at Aether with a giant smile. "I want a new nosferatu shirt! My old one got ripped, remember?"
Aether shrugged in agreement, offering his hand which Phantom took. Papa had recently been given permission by the higher-ups to take his ghouls out for 'enrichment time' he called it, noticing their ever-so-slowly growing anxiety as tour got closer. It was another change to being back around venues when they just got comfortable being home again. So, here Aether, Phantom, and Dewdrop walked around the mall together while the rest of their mates had scattered around to other areas.
Phantom's eyes stayed lit up the entire time, looking around each window view in each store with such genuine curiosity. He's been around stores and humans plenty of times, but it always amazed him at just the amount of new things that seemed to be around every corner.
Dewdrop stood on the other side of Aether, holding his other hand and humming to himself as they walked to a specific store. Phantom's eyes caught it first, gasping and suddenly ripping away from Aether. His hands went to the the glass, smile so wide that the other two were positive if Phantom had his tail still—it'd be wagging like no tomorrow.
"Aether! Dew!! Look, look, look!" He began to jump up and down, tapping the viewing glass. "They have a Michael Myers hoodie!!"
The elder quintessence only nodded, gently shushing Phantom as his tone was a bit too loud. "Yeah! Want to go in?"
"Please, please?"
The sheer joy that overtook Phantom as Dewdrop nodded, his own smile showing. "Go ahead, bug. We'll be right behind."
He gave another squeal before running in, Aether and Dewdrop exhaling before looking at one another. Dewdrop pulled his wallet out first, taking his wad of saved krona out, quietly counting to himself before sighing one more time.
"I have six-thousand... You?"
Aether was quick to follow, mumbling to himself as he counted. "Ten-thousand."
"Ohh, Mr. Moneybags over here." Dew teased, lightly elbowing his mate.
"Yeah, yeah." The quint rolled his eyes. "Since I'm not traveling I don't spend much anymore plus the pay raise for full-time infirmary."
"You know they're going to give us the biggest puppy eyes, right?"
"Oh, I'm very aware." Aether chuckled, leaning down to gently cup Dewdrop's cheek to pull in close for a kiss.
They stayed interlocked, Aether dragging his hands down Dew's blonde hair. When they pulled back Aether felt the fire ghoul nip his jaw, patting his shoulder as he finally began to walk in.
"Just make sure you have enough! You still owe me a dinner date." Dew teased.
Inside the store, their eyes locked onto Phantom as he held a giant wad of clothes but now looking at jewelry. As he smelled his mates, he quickly turned and smiled wide, back to bouncing again.
"They have Scream necklaces!!" They chirped.
"Yes, the movie, not you." Dew poked his nose, taking the wad of clothes from Phantom's hold. It was a giant array of hoodies, long sleeves, shirts, and even pajama pants. "Dear Lucifer, Tommy. What happened to all your other clothes?"
The ghoul simply blinked, his ear giving a small wiggle. "You happened to them."
Aether couldn't help himself as he busted out laughing, cupping his chest as his nose crinkled—Dew's face slowly turning pink before grumbling, knowing Phantom had a point. The bigger of the three coughed before catching his breath, wiping a tear from his cheek.
"Oh that's bloody perfect." He chuckled again.
They began to browse together, Phantom getting distracted as he noticed more crystal jewelry only to walk away as Aether explained they weren't real. While Dew had separated momentarily to look for his own band t-shirt, Phantom continued eyeing the stockings near the clothing rack. He picked out one that had a floral print on white, his ear gave another wiggle before ultimately placing it back. They turned to see Aether touching over a velvet dress, specifically in a small, eyeing the price tag and picking it up. He looked over at Dew, back to the dress, then the little bat next to him.
"Hey, Phantom?" He asked, showing the dress. "Think you could find some cute garters to match this?"
Taking the challenge, Phantom kept his eyes peeled onto the body decor, shuffling through different designs and colors before pulling out black laces. "What about these?"
"Ohh! Those are perfect!" Aether pressed a kiss to Phantom's forehead. "Thank you! Think you're about ready?"
With a nod, the two moved over to Dewdrop who met them halfway, standing in line. As they approached the checkout, Phantom pulled out his coin purse that he had crudely shoved his money in, laying down a hundred and seven krona. He still hadn't fully grasped the concept of money, quickly being saved by his two mates that equally contributed. Two-thousand later, they walked out holding multiple bags just in time to see Sunshine and Mountain walking up, giving their own waves.
"Hey!" Aether gave a smile. "What did you two get?"
Mountain shrugged, showing his single bag. "Just got a new pair of pants."
Eyes turned to Sunny. "I didn't want anything, really! Just glad to get out of the abbey. Oh! But I seen Swiss and Rain by the—" She didn't see Aether and Dew discreetly shaking their heads frantically. "—Crystal store."
Dew rolled his head back while Aether sighed, Phantom lighting up again. "There's a crystal store?!"
"Damnit..." Aether whined, before glaring at Sunshine playfully. "I'm sure Sunny would love to take you! Isn't that right?"
It took the Ghoulette a moment to process before cursing under her breath, before offering her hand to Phantom who quickly grabbed it. "Not at all."
Dew held a smug look while quietly flipping her off, receiving one back as she placed her other hand behind her back.
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