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Do you have a preferred kind of beauty? Maybe some traits in Christine you find especially pretty? Or maybe some male traits you enjoy to look at or feel jealous for?

Well, really, everything about Christine could be considered simply perfect.

But as for things I feel jealousy for...

I have always wondered what it would be like to have a face that does not repulse those who look at it. Often do I dream of having the face of a handsome man...

Oh, poor Erik...A pitiful monster, yearning for a chance to be human.

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hades and persephone: aesthetic

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Build-A-Bear except it's Guillermo Del Toro making you a Monster Boyfriend.

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Come to me ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

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I’m here.

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| Edward Scissorhands (1990) |

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insp (x)

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| [01/∞] Endless Disney Character List | → Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) ;;

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I am on a Wolverine and The X-Men high after watching the episode “Hunting Grounds” with my little sister. I don’t get why they cancelled this show. I freaking loved it. I still have dreams sometimes when I’m watching Nick and this commercial comes on for the second season and… What? Yeah, I’ll shut up. Anyways, drew me some Nightcrawler, cuz Kurt Wagner is my favorite superhero ever.

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Quick Frankenstein's monster sketch in Procreate.

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Aglaia, Hephaestus and their beautiful daughters, please????? TToTT

*⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠* yes!

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"Holy angel, in Heaven blessed,My spirit longs with thee to rest!"

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Persephone: Who hurt you?

Hades: Do you want a list?

Persephone, cracking her knuckles: Yes, I do.

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Man I love stories where a grotesque monster falls in love with a conventionally beautiful person. Thank goodness this doesn’t have a deeper meaning.

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Exile: A Nosferatu Fanfic

Chapter 19

I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending…

The return was thankfully not as chaotic as her departure, but returning to the Otherworld just felt right, for both of them. Things felt different, like a massive weight was removed from them both. It finally felt like a home. Not an Afterlife, not just a place constructed of memories, but it was home.

Ehre and Intristare led them inside, tails swinging, and happy to be home. Durere had been left at the castle to guard from shades, who tended to come to unoccupied spaces in the Otherworld. Ellen watched the shadows stir in the coniferous forest close by, could faintly hear their whispers from her window, but she could resist them easier, knowing they weren’t who they said. It seemed being in the living world had put that into better perspective.

“Perhaps it was what you needed” Orlok stood, watching with her.

“I can’t remember if we discussed them, after they attacked me. What exactly are they?” Ellen asked as she turned to face him, her expression a mix of intrigue and confusion.

“Souls of the wicked forgotten. When there is no one left to remember their evil, except perhaps in history texts, that is what they become”.

“So there isn’t a hell? No heaven? There’s just this?”

“There is, but we both know there’s more between them. And there are worse fates than hell, some better than even heaven”.

“What can be better than heaven?” Ellen turned to him fully.

“Whatever your mind makes of it. Same as hell. An afterlife is not a solid place. It isn’t a tangible place. But rather a state of mind and being that reflects the individual”.

“An ever changing state of being…Something we can’t comprehend and yet something we make?”

“A world of contradictions, yes. One we cannot touch with mortal hands” he held hers gently as he could, “But that we understand fully once we close our eyes one last time. Because we make it”.

Ellen looked down at their entwined hands, her curious gaze softening to something akin to adoration. She smiled a little, before looking up at him.

“What would yours be? If you could think it?” she asked.

Orlok cocked his head like a curious dog as he thought, something that actually made her laugh. Ellen thought he almost looked like one of the wolfhounds in such a state. Her laugh made him actually chuckle in kind, an actual genuinely happy sound.

“I would say I’m already living it. Sometimes heaven isn’t just a place. Or a feeling. Or an imagining. Sometimes…it’s a person” he finally answered.

Her smile didn’t fade, catching his meaning. “You…you flatter me”.

Orlok shook his head. “I don’t believe in flattery. That’s just a better way to lie. And you…you’re the last person I wish to lie to” he held up her hand and softly kissed her knuckles.

He wasn’t wrong. If nothing else, Orlok was always honest with her. Brutal in his honesty yes, but never once did he try to deceive her. He didn’t tell her things she wanted to hear, but rather what she needed. Ellen appreciated that, to a certain extent. She would do without the brutality though.

Thankfully, being dead, permanently so, seemed to have calmed that slightly.

“Now all that’s left to wonder is what this Otherworld could be for us. What could we make of it?” Ellen looked out the window at the vast snowy landscape.

“As of now, with our pasts behind us? It’s ours to mold as we see, or as memory sees” the count looked out with her, “Life did teach me one thing”.

“What’s that then?”

“Love isn’t about looking at each other, but rather looking out together in the same direction”.

Ellen blinked a little in surprise. “That’s…rather insightful I think. Not wrong. But I thought love was beneath you, beneath us”.

He turned his head to her again. “I know when to admit I’m wrong. And I was”.

A soft quiet reigned between them, the snow still falling outside. They watched it for a few minutes, peacefully calm and quiet.

“Do you think it’ll ever be spring here?” Ellen asked quietly, “As lovely as the snow is…I miss flowers and soft grass and sunshine. The sea too…But I know there’s only Chaos out there”.

“I’m not sure. I hope so. A part of me, admittedly, misses it too”.

Ellen chuckled. “I’m picturing you with a flower crown, and it’s quite a funny sight”.

“Yes, that’s not happening”.

“We’ll see”.

“Will I need to watch my head?”

She gave him a mischievous grin. “Absolutely”.

Orlok sighed. “Minunat…”

Ellen giggled and shook her head, walking away from the window. There was still that peaceful calm between them. Now with a touch of lightheartedness, the afterlife finally felt more like…well…home.

They were home, and home was where they would stay...

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David Bowie as Jareth The Goblin King

Labyrinth (1986) 5 of 6

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It seems clear that his awareness of what we call reality is radically underdeveloped.