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NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

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(not my edit) OMG IM OBSESSED WITH EDIT this is crazy.

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I forgot to put it's Vampire!Mana x FEMreader hehehehehe my bad🗿 and advance thx

♱ Yoru No Kage (夜の影)

“shadow of the night”- Vampire!Mana x afab!Reader

You were offered an exclusive opportunity to study abroad your final year of university with one of the most elite universities in Japan and intern with a prestigious media company in the heart of Osaka. You found that this was the perfect time to branch off from your family and lay down your roots somewhere besides your small town where everyone knows everyone.  You had saved up money every summer planning for an opportunity like this, finally you could live the life you had always wanted, pursuing your dreams and living life to the fullest.

Without a second glance, you packed your bags and headed to Japan ready to begin the adventure of a lifetime, or so you thought. Your move was very smooth to say the least; you were settling in nicely into your new studio apartment and had managed to make friends with several other students who attended the university and we’re pursuing your same major.

Since everyone in the friend group was alternative to some extent, including yourself, you all took it upon yourselves to explore the local alternative scene by going to goth clubs, attending local metal and rock shows, and meeting other people in the scene. This of course was when you all weren’t studying for exams, or meeting deadlines for your internships. 

Every dimly lit club your friend group managed to find themselves in on the weekends had one thing in common, the gorgeous stranger with the offputting aura who’s eyes never seemed to loose yours. There was something there, something dangerous, and you didn’t know if you had the courage to explore it, no matter how much alcohol your friends forced down your throat. One second you both were having the most intense trance-like staring contest, then the next they were gone with the blink of an eye. Strange. Intriguing. Dangerous. 

If curiosity hadn’t killed the cat, the cat would’ve never satiated its need to know. Know whether they were alive or dead. God, when the gorgeous strangers' eyes met yours one fateful night at your favorite goth club Yoru No Kage you knew that their gaze was simply one worth dying for. After your trance was broken, they were once again gone. Without any trace. You knew you had to find this ethereal being, even if it meant losing yourself to this growing infatuation with a stranger.

After hours of extensive research and digging, gathering any bit of information you could on them, you came to know several things. One, their name was Mana although they preferred the seniority title Sama being added when addressed in any context. Two, no one knew how old they were, no one asked and no one knew; simple as that. Three, they played guitar in several bands in the local Visual-Kei scene hence the Gothic Lolita appearance, but the one that stuck out the most was their founding project Malice Mizer.

Your friends had played some of their stuff for you before and the name was familiar, you remembered that every time you listened you were enamored by their catchy riffs and powerful vocals. Fourth, no one really knew Mana Sama on a personal level, nor did they know how he arrived there. One day he randomly showed up and had been there ever since. What an intriguing individual indeed.

You did manage to talk to one person at a bar who had quite a lot to say about Mana Sama, though their credibility was tarnished in the scene due to a falling out with Malice Mizer. Tetsu his name was. He was an ex-vocalist for them and some say he was driven crazy by the heartbreak of his band kicking him out even though they had every reason to when it was exposed that he was stealing lyrics from bands smaller than them.

He claimed that they were all wolves in sheep's clothing, especially Mana Sama. One thing Tetsu said about Mana happened to stick with you though was his ability to lure anyone to their demise with just a look. “Beware the leeching creature of the night who lives in darkness plotting for the next glimpse of sunlight to steal selfishly for themselves, draining life from the very source.” Yikes, maybe you should stay away from people you’ve been warned about.  Friday night rolls around like clock-work, and you and your friends are yet again enjoying a weekend of fun and relaxation after another week of stressful midterms and grueling internships.

It seems that recently Mana Sama has been popping up everywhere. The media company you’re currently interning at is set to shoot the latest Malice Mizer promotion for their latest album, and somehow you’ve been appointed Creative Director of the entire thing. This means you’ll be working closely alongside the band to bring their vision of the album alive. On top of that, there was a huge V-Kei showcase happening at Yoru No Kage where one of the bands performing was Malice Mizer themselves.

This exclusive showcase was invite only and how convenient was it that one day when you got home from school there was a perfectly and elegantly wrapped black invitation to the event with your name on it. You weren't one to turn down a party, especially when someone deliberately went out of their way to invite you. When the night came to attend, you put on your sexiest attire, did your makeup better than you ever had done in your life, and you made your way to the club to have the night of your life.

The bands performing throughout the night would be Dir En Grey, Buck-Tick, Plastic Tree, X Japan, Luna Sea, L’Arc-en-Ciel, Sito Magus, and then finally Malice Mizer as a guest appearance. You watched the entirety of the show yet malice hadn't gone on yet. You were even approached by several of the different bands’ members asking for your number and to take you out on dates, you declined of course. A certain pair of golden siren eyes lingered making sure that you knew who you belonged to. You looked good, you felt even better with all the attention you were getting, but you only wanted one persons. Mana Sama's.

You prayed and hoped that tonight would be the night Mana would make themselves known to you. You wanted so badly to properly meet them and hear their voice, feel their touch, your head was spinning with thoughts of Mana. Were your feelings reciprocated? Did they feel the same thing you felt when your eyes met? Did they think of you at night too when the loneliness got to be too much for a person to handle?

Every thought had been consumed by Mana and you really hope they experienced the same as well. The lights dim, the room going dark until a single blue light shone on a beautiful lolita guitarist with golden eyes. Malice Mizer had just began their set with their latest song “Aegen” and a beautifully haunting melody flooded the room around you. Mana’s eyes were on you and they watched you through the entirety of their performance.

After their set you decided to sit at the bar and have a couple of drinks before turning in for the night. The best part was that after this you could go home and sleep all day tomorrow if you wanted. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as a certain guitarist slid into the seat next to yours.

“heard you’ve been asking about me” they leaned over and whispered quietly into your ear sending goosebumps racing down your spine. Being aware of the fact that they’ve noticed your growing interest in them you’re quick to spew a nonchalant rebuttal.

“took you longer than expected to notice honestly” you shrug playing it off cool even thought you were a mess of nerves on the inside.

“is that so? what did you expect from me then darling?” they muttered with their blue lips curling into a mischievous smile, almost as if hyperaware of the facade you were trying to hard toupee around them.

“I expected you to make the first move” you trail off, seductively leaning closer and finding your way to their neck to whisper in their ear “word around town is that you make yourself known when you find something you want”

“You’ve done quite a bit of extensive research darling” they look at you with a glint of playfulness in their dolly eyes, almost like they were taunting you to partake in a danse macabre, a dance of death. You pull away from them to compose yourself before continuing.

“Indeed I have, so tell me Mana Sama” turning to look them directly in their eyes challenging them “Am I something you want?” Mana’s mask slips for just a second before continuing.

“If I told you I not only wanted you, but I wanted to devour your entire existence in the most romantic form of cannibalism imaginable, how likely are you to think that I don’t?” Mana takes a strand of your stray locks to push them behind your ear as you flush blood red under your makeup. How does someone even recover from something like that?

“Your gaze lingers longer than necessary and you look like you want to eat my heart out every time I walk into a room” you allow a slight giggle to slip past your delicate lips and try to find a glimpse of ulterior motives in the gorgeous guitar players eyes, unsuccessfully finding none. “I just needed to hear you say it to confirm to myself that it wasn’t a sick delusion I’ve created in my head out of loneliness. If we both feel the same way where do we go from here?”

“where do you want to go from here? I have no intention of letting you go yet, for I have just managed to grasp your heart. what happens next is up to you” Mana brings their hand to their lips to lands a kiss on your knuckles before leaving butterfly kisses on the rest of your hands. “i’m content with just keeping you for and hiding you from the rest of the world but only if you ask me to do so. the future is in your hands darling” kissing up your hands to your arm.

“I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. Simple as that, we figure out the rest as we go. Is that okay with you? I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you” you search for a hint of uncomfortable energy in Mana’s current demeanor and Mana lifts their hand to cup your cheek.

“It shall be done. I wouldn’t have it any other way darling. That sounds like a plan and a perfect one at that.” leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles. Mana’s golden eyes although softened still screamed danger. Who knew what the future had in store for you both together, only time would tell. Mana leans into you before placing a kiss on your lips, which you quickly reciprocate.

As the kiss intensifies and your bruising kiss turns into teeth clashing session of passion and yearning, mana begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, not caring who’s looking at you two. Mana hovers over your jugular before leaving an aggressive kiss, followed by an oddly painful love bite, WERE THOSE FANGS?!??

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Authors Note: Hello lovely! I hope you enjoyed this fic, I decided to take a more modern approach than nosferatu since I’m still new to writing and would rather give you quality since I knew I’d mess up anything with a historical element! I know I turned it into a whole work instead of a simple imagine but I was very excited for this request and wanted to give it a shot of turning it into a full work with room for a sequel. Hope you like it love!!! 🖤

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Can you do Vampire!Mana x reader with nosferatu elements?🙏🗿

hello anon! I’m so excited for this req but could you pretty please specify this a bit more for me reader wise? Would you like me to take a gender neutral or fem approach? I just want to make sure I’m giving you the highest quality work!!! Let me know love!! 🖤

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Hello! Please write mana-sama×fem!introvert! neko hybrid! reader.thank you in advance for fulfilling the request

note: hello lovely! I’ve never written for any type of hybrid before so I hope I did your request justice! I took a bit more of an omegaverse approach, let me know if you like it! come back anytime! 🖤

mana sama x fem!neko! reader

♱ Taking the omegaverse into account, I believe mana would be an alpha and you would be an omega and that’s how you and mana met. In this omegaverse, mates know they’re mates to each other by smell, and everyone is smell sensitive.

♱ Knowing this, Mana never really gave any thought to the concept of love while growing up. They thought it was just something you read about in books. Everywhere they went the world smelled sterile, like a disinfectant of sorts, clean like a hospital.

♱ That was until one day at a party and promotional event for the new Malice Mizer album he suddenly smelled the faintest hint of cinnamon. Mana was suddenly taken aback by the scent, there was no way he was smelling something other than cleanliness.

♱ They leave their band mates alone at the party to quickly follow the smell, they’re looking everywhere for the culprit of the smell. The closer they get to the source, the more concentrated it gets. Cinnamon, cloves, hot chocolate, fall, pumpkin spice, freshly baked cookies, it smells like home. Mana traces the smell to a corner of the bustling party, where he finds you.

♱ You’re alone, breathtakingly beautiful, ignoring the crowd of people around you, lost in your thoughts, lost in your head. Mana couldn’t help but notice your ears, matching tail, and slender catlike hands that they wanted wrapped around them. Their inner alpha screaming to claim you like no tomorrow

♱ You were one of the most distinguished producers in the Japanese Visual-Kei scene at the time having worked with bands Like Dir En Grey, Buck-Tick, Plastic Tree, X Japan, Luna Sea, L’Arc-en-Ciel, Sito Magus and more. You had a reputation of being an introvert and never leaving your studio. Mana knew there was a reason why you two met that night, you were home.

♱ Earlier that day your company told you that you had to attend the Malice Mizer promotional party because you were set to work with them on their next album. You went to show support for them on behalf of your company, and maybe because you had a slight crush on the pretty guitar player with gorgeous style and dolly eyes.

♱ You had seen the pretty guitar player, who you later found out was named Mana Sama, while backstage at a Plastic Tree concert. You didn’t know who they were, but as soon as you smelled the comforting scent of vanilla, cashmere, jasmine, amber, sandalwood, and sugar cookies you knew that destiny was at play. Their smell alone sent you into a frenzy, your ears fluttering and tail curling in pure bliss. Your inner omega begging to be set free.

♱ You never get a chance to meet them face to face, you simply admired from afar, wondering when the next time you would see the gorgeous individual would be. It was fate that brought you both together at the Malice Mizer promotional party. You knew Mana would be there, but since it was the Malice Mizer party you had no hopes of seeing them. You knew they would be talking to every producer, ceo, and well known music industry representative across Japan.

♱ Knowing this, you curled yourself into the furthest corner in the room comforting yourself with the scent of Mana’s sweet and soft scent to dull the ache in your chest. Your heart hurt knowing that you might never get a chance to meet the guitarist. Wallowing in self pity, and sadness, nursing the strongest drink that the bartender could offer, you suddenly smelled vanilla, cashmere, sugar cookies growing closer.

♱ When you turned, you were face to face with the dolly looking guitar player. Their scent completely engulfing your existence, suddenly your mind when blank filled with only thoughts of them. Without even thinking Mana pulled you into a tight hug and of course you reciprocated pulling them even closer, your tail wrapping around their waist as your ears fluttered in a frenzy. The rest from there was history.

♱ After the party Mana began officially courting you and asked you to be their significant other two weeks later by writing you your own song. Your time together was filled with dates at home because you both were huge introverts, they would rather spend nights in with you than party with Japans elites and they were okay with that. Nothing in the world felt better than being embraced in your arms knowing that the outside world couldn’t touch them as long as they were with you.

♱ You both brought out the best in each other, you were the calm to their storm, the rain to their drought, the omega to their alpha, their muse, their purpose, and their best friend. You inspired them to be better everyday, and Mana would give you the world on a silver platter is you so much as asked. It took Mana so long to find you and you could confidently say that they would never let you go. Till death do you part 🖤

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Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.

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Ok I had a crazy idea while I was listening Babymetal and reading Malice Mizer Interview. can you do Yu~ki x Vocalist! Reader.The reader is Mana-Sama's Twin the reader's band is vkei but the music is similar to Babymetal!

note: oh my god I’m so bad at checking my inbox I’m so sorry PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!!! I know it’s months late but here’s a little something to make up for it. I hope you enjoy it love! I tried to make it as gn as possible, although I did lean for a more femme band for the story plot. Let me know if you enjoy (please don’t hate me)!!!

Yu~ki x Vocalist!Reader 🖤

☆ Being Mana’s twin hasn’t always been easy. You don’t resent your twin at all for being so popular and creative, but instead you yearned to find your own individuality apart from just being “Mana’s twin”. You wanted to make a name for yourself, so you did just that. With help from Mana’s musical knowledge, vocal lessons, and the support from the people you loved the most, you were able to create and front one of the most successful female V-kei bands Japan had ever seen.

☆ You had the drop dead gorgeous looks, you were a powerhouse of a vocalist who could do any technique from death metal gutturals, brutal fry screams, to elegant opera technique, and you turned out to be more musically gifted that your twin who was in the music industry themself. It wasn’t always your dream to be a musician, that was Mana’s dream, it was one beautiful individual with a heart of gold that changed everything for you, yu~ki.

☆ Mana befriended Yu~ki in ‘92 when Malice Mizer was simply just an idea. Yu~ki’s last band Ze:ro had just disbanded and Mana was already a fan of his work so they approached him, had him listen to a couple of demo’s and then the rest was history. Mana and Yu~ki hit it off instantly and this led to Yu~ki coming over to your house every other day. He was your twin’s best friend, his band mate, and he was forbidden, off limits. But god he was so damn tempting, and we all know that people don’t sin unless it looks tempting enough.

☆ You always loved to sing, Mana even joked that you were born singing since your mother said that when you both were born, you had the most beautiful cry. It was a talent you were indeed born with but It was something you never wanted other people to see. It wasn’t out of fear of judgement no, you could care less about what people thought of you, it was out of fear that you would outshine your twin and since it was always their dream to make it big in the industry you couldn’t do that to Mana.

☆ Yu~ki heard you singing your lungs out one random day and asked why you had hidden such a talent. After several tears and a mental breakdown later, you told him about your fears of outshining and ruining Mana’s dream. Unbeknownst to you, Mana was standing right outside the door and they walked in and gave you the biggest hug to console your crying form. Yu~ki left you two to work things out and eventually you did. Mana said they didn’t want to do music without you, and would only continue if you pursued your vocal talents as well. You did just that.

☆ As Mana began to recruit members for Malice Mizer, you began to make friends with girls in your local V-kei scene. Once you both had your respective groups, you began to share musical knowledge and such. You got to do backup vocals on several Malice Mizer tracks, and even helped co-write some of their most popular tracks. Mana hates to tell people, but you wrote the opening riff for Aegen while Tetsu was their vocalist, which they even reused when Gackt came in because it was so well written.

☆ Throughout the time that both of your bands were beginning to take off, Yu~ki felt his feelings for you begin to grow. He felt upset whenever the other Malice Mizer members tried to make advances at you. Gackt was the worst one, he was a ladies man through and through and he was a handsome talented vocalist. Yu~ki had known you since before you were even in a band, so he refrained from ever making his feelings for you known out of fear that he would ruin your friendship with him if you didn’t feel the same.

☆ Longing glances, feelings of yearning, thoughts of you, Yu~ki was being haunted by your absolute existence. He yearned to know what your hand would feel like in his, was it rough or soft? did your hands get clammy when you were nervous? He wanted to know what your skin felt like on his, and wanted to feel the sparks of electricity when he was finally able to hold you like his lover. His very existence was consumed by you.

☆ After some time when your band began to take off, you moved out of your shared house with Mana and began living with your band mates. This made Yu~ki frightened that not only will seeing you, and working with you be extremely limited, but the thought of never being able to see you again crept into the back of his mind like a virus. Things only began to worsen from here since a couple weeks later there was a dating rumor between you and Atsushi Sakurai from Buck-Tick

☆ Yu~ki took it upon himself to ask you if the rumor was true which of course he felt the biggest sense of relief when you told him you had never even met the guy. This made Yu~ki very hyper aware of the fact that you were a very beautiful and talented individual taking the music industry by storm, and you were bound to get even more romantic attention as your popularity continued to skyrocket. This is finally when he decided to properly court you.

☆ You had been in love with Yu~ki since the first time Mana brought him over to your shared house to work on music. His beautiful hazel brown eyes, his long dark raven hair, the gleam in his eye when he was composing a new bass riff, and his long slender fingers that were so articulate when he played bass. What was there not to fall in love with when it came to this rockstar. The thought of him seeing you as your own individual outside of just being “Mana’s twin” excited you because most people never did, except him.

☆ He had never made any advances towards you in your earlier days, except for a gaze that lingered longer than it was supposed to, and a look of confliction every time your hands happened to brush each others on the sound board of the sound mixing room. You thought your one sided feelings for him ended there, they were just one sided weren’t they? That was until a rival band’s fandom started spreading false dating rumors about you which you ended up being thankful for because Yu~ki made a move in you which you would’ve never in a million years expected from him.

☆ You had gone back to Mana’s house for safety while the paparazzi swarmed yours and your bandmates house amidst the false dating rumors, and that when Yu~ki showed up in the soaking rain to ask you if it was true. You were home alone in Mana’s home and you pulled him into the house afraid he would catch a cold. You grabbed a towel for him and sat him down on the couch so you could explain that everything was false. His eyes lit up when you told him so and that’s when Yu~ki claimed he didn’t want to hear your name in anymore dating rumors unless it was with him.

☆ From there the rest was history. He began to court you and you both began to make more public appearances with each other, sparking lots of dating rumors as Yu~ki wanted. Then on one beautiful night under the moon where you both were lying in each others embrace he asked you to officially be his significant other which of course you said yes and began the happiest time of your life. When you both went official, both of your groups saw an increase in popularity and your bands started seeing more success than before.

☆ It would have never happened if your twin hadn’t brought home a handsome mysterious stranger who happened to have heard your singing one night. I think we’re all in agreement that Mana get’s a super special seat at the wedding that says “Matchmaker” which will feed his ego like no tomorrow. It’s okay though because at the end of the day you owe meeting the love of your life to your twin. Till death do You and Yu~ki apart 🖤

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Note: AHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT! Sorry it took so long I feel like an old person trying to navigate an iPhone every time I open fucking tumblr like why does it have to be so hard sometimes. Anyways, sorry for the wait! Come back again sometime (I swear you won’t have to wait as long next time)!!!! Thank you!!!

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HELLO, this is my first request and I'm nervous, I don't know if you accept orders either, but I have nothing to lose by trying. Can I request mana sama for a reader whose style is pink? I mean cutecore clothing or similar styles. Sorry if it looks poorly written, English is not my language

Note: Hello my love! I just realized that I never got a chance to see your request but here it is even if it is very, and I mean VERY LATE! so sorry about that but hopefully I made up for it with this!! Since Mana is known more for their gothic color palette I decided to make this more of an opposite aesthetic type of couple, hope you enjoy lovely!!!

Mana Sama x cutesy!Reader

♱ Mana definitely seems like the type of significant other to be obsessed with every single aspect of you and I see that happening a lot with your stylistic choices. They’re obsessed with the fact that you two never look like you’re going to the same places together, EVER! They dress in a more gothic Lolita fashion, and you in a more cutesy, cute core, kawaii style (possibly even Lolita) which mana finds hilarious when you stand next to each other.

♱ Mana is a fashion lover through and through, and their knowledge and impeccable clothing taste make for some killer couples outfits. I definitely see them deciding on a random Tuesday to take you both on a shopping spree for some new clothes and matching couple outfits (in both of your respective color choices of course). They most definitely know of some hidden gem boutiques hidden in the depths of Japan somewhere. They’re the type to drag you into a random alleyway in pursuit of the “perfect outfit” which of course you both found.

♱ Mana also uses their more gothic looking appearance as scary dog privilege. It brings them a sense of relief knowing that no scary men or people will approach your cute self when they’re around because normies won’t approach anyone who looks different from them. Even if you were approached by a man when out with Mana, I see them being a no-tolerance type of person so they’re so quick to shut down any unwanted advances from people. No one can approach their sweet little significant other, they just wants you all to themselves ;(

♱ You’re their cute little significant other and Mana can’t live without you by their side for even a second so they definitely take any chance they get to take you with them on tour or press appearances. Of course at any event you’re at with them, or even when out in public together you’ll be matching with them in your own cutesy pink color scheme and completely styled by Mana from head to toe.

♱ Mana is a romantic and they definitely worship the ground you walk on, they want to be the only person to style you from your clothing, to your hair, and to your makeup. This can definitely blur into yandere behavior due to their fear of losing such a cutie like you to another person, but with enough reassurance and kisses, they will be sure to calm down with the obsessive behavior.

♱ Mana loves being your protector and your other half. You’re the light to their dark, the sun to their moon, the golden retriever to their black cat, the cute to their spooky, and you guys make it work so very well. Every time you guys go out together whether it be to go run mundane errands like buying milk or shopping for clothes, you both always get stopped on the streets for compliments and people can’t get enough of how cute you look together.

♱ You already know that this feeds Mana’s ego beyond belief. They love being your significant other with the opposite aesthetic, it awakens some type of primal instinct within them and they love to flaunt how beautiful you are other people. They love to show you off, and even though I see Mana not being too big on PDA or just public affection, they definitely love to have your cute self on their arm all the time. They know how lucky they are to have you in all your pink glory and that brings out the most romantic parts of Mana.

♱ Mana’s imagine is a stoic, tsundere to anyone they meet, but they kind of have to be since it’s their image, their brand if you will. This totally dissolves and disappears when they’re with you; you manage to flip the switch and bring their walls down when you’re both together. Mana definitely knows where home is, and it’s in the comfort of your arms. Their life used to be so cold before you, so sad and lonely. You came in like a ray of sunshine after a rainy day and you restored their hope for love. You taught them that they were capable of feeling love, and being loved in general.

♱ Mana and You and the most iconic couple ever, and you bother make a powerful dynamic duo. I get main character energy from your opposing aesthetics that fit so well with each other. You guys manage to make people’s heads turn anywhere you go, you both electrify any room you’re put in. You know that jojo’s meme that’s like “the stand user could be anyone!” and then it’s literally a clip of you and Mana standing next to each other…… YOU BOTH ARE SO ICONIC TOGETHER!

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Note: I just went down a Mana Sama rabbit hole and I love them so much they’re so pretty and perfect GOOD LORD I LOVE MANA SAMA! Anyways, I hope you liked your request! I know it wasn’t much and I know it was a couple months ago (I’m so bad at checking my inbox I apologize) but I enjoyed writing this!! Have a great one and feel free to come back anytime!!!!

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I wouldn’t be locked in that castle with him, he would be locked in that castle WITH ME! He’d never catch a break from me that’s for sure. From dawn till dusk, back shots, reverse cowgirl, no lube, no protection, I know the count WOULD HATE TO SEE ME COMING!

genuinely just saw someone say they should have made orlok hotter…grow up and let the professionals do the real monster fucking 😒

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Nosferatu The Vampyre (1979)

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"A Maiden's Token" | Count Orlok x Female! Reader

Warnings: dub-con, count orlok is his own warning, blood kink, penis in vagina sex, sexual tension, creampie, oral (f receiving), death is mentioned, no aftercare, reader probably has stock-holm syndrome.

Fourteen days, that's how long you've been here. That's how long you've been left on your own every daybreak and then expected to entertain death itself every evening. As the sunset on the snowy horizon, you made your way back into the castle, dragging your tattered dress by what remained left of it through the snow. Upon entry, you were shocked to see that the fireplace was still lit. Occasionally, it would flicker out during sunset as if the castle consciously knew a force of darkness would be awakening.

With a sigh, you lifted your dress and dropped down by the fireplace suddenly out of breath. Maybe it was the consistent blood loss or the freezing temperatures of the European mountains that you were succumbing to. As far as you knew, he hadn't given you any reason to believe that you'd have an extended stay at the castle. At the end of the day, your chances of reaching the next morning relied solely on the temperament of a man. Your mother had taught you well enough about men to know that when they get bored, they tend to move on.

You felt the presence of tears threatening to depart from your eyes as you thought of your poor mother. She must be so worried and heartbroken. Ever since the two of you arrived in Europe after leaving America, her overprotectiveness of you has grown enormously. When you told her of a Count from a neighboring country requesting your services for painting a self-portrait of him within his own castle, she warned you against going and you decided to shelve away her concerns as mere fairytales. You gripped the silver locket necklace hanging around your neck for security and sighed. Your mother had gifted you this locket on your most recent birthday, and holding it helped you think of all your fondest memories with her.

Now, here you sit, sleep deprived and undernourished. He left you only bread, some grapes, wine, and a bucket of water. You were thankful for the water as you refused to be inebriated in your current situation. It was almost shocking to see he had the decency to have the water refilled each day, but you knew it was only because he'd hate to let his food source run dry.

Suddenly, you were startled when you heard the pouring of wine into a goblet behind you. You hadn't even heard him ascend up the stairs of the castle, and yet there he was in his full glory at the head of the dining table. Now, whether he did ascend the stairs and walk right past you or he simply just appeared at the table was something only god himself would know.

"You have been crying." The Count's thick accent hung heavy in the air, his voice sending a rippling wave of goosebumps over your skin. The tone of his voice was accusatory and not at all sympathetic. Even with English clearly not being his first language, you could hear his overwhelming disappointment. Over the two weeks he's kept you here his English had somewhat improved either by hearing you speak it whether you were asking to excuse yourself to find somewhere to use the bathroom in the empty bucket he gave you. Or from your begging and pleading for him to just let you go home.

Your cold hands desperately wiped the tears from your eyes, and you stood to your feet. He watched you approach the elegant dining table, and you took your seat as far as you could away from him. It was painfully obvious that this night would go just about the same as every other night. You two would intensely stare at eachother while you'd ate your bread for dinner, he'd make you get up and walk to the guest bedroom where he'd make you strip naked and feed from you and then you'd pass out from the pain and awake in the morning to the Count missing and nowhere to be found.

It wasn't even like he needed to feed from you. From your understanding, as he explained it, he'd go into the nearby village and 'have his fill' after he had siphoned a small amount from you. It made you feel like some kind of appetizer or twisted desert for him to be keeping you alive this long. Even with his figure shrouded in darkness, you could still tell by his posture that he was growing impatient with waiting for you to finish your 'dinner'. It was almost like the flickering flame of every candle avoided his very figure as if the fire itself was scared of this entity.

When you finally finished, you stood up from the table and waited till he rose from his seat before you allowed him to lead you to the guest room. You had gotten so used to his grotesque heavy breathing that when he suddenly stopped, the silence was deafening.

"You are crying again." At least when he said it this time, he sounded somewhat amused. It was like he knew that you've accepted your fate and that there wasn't anything you or god could do about it. The door to the guest room opened slowly without him having to touch the handle, and you stepped inside, fingers already loosening the ties of your corseted dress. "Forgive my tears, my Lord." You cringed at the title you gave him. Of course, an entity this dark would be so egotistical to have you address him as a Lordship. You had wondered if this kind of evil was something that would come from inside someone or from the beyond.

"Why would I need to forgive such fragility? You are a human girl. It is in your nature to be weak and fragile." A vein could have popped in your forehead, and you wouldn't have even known it. His words made you seethe and boil with anger, you had to bite your tongue so hard not to say anything that would get him to eviscerate you on the spot.

"Ah, there she is, my cochetă, my minx, be angry so that all your blood may flow freely." Your body winced at the nickname he gave you. He had called you it frequently rather than your real name. Even when you had unknowingly signed away yourself to him in a contract, he addressed you only by 'cochetă' which he explained was romanian for Minx since you weren't at all fluent with the language yet. You dropped your dress and undergarments off in a chair away from that bed so that you may spare it from any more trauma. After taking your seat on the bed, you draped the blood-stained blanket over your shoulders in an attempt at making you feel like you haven't soiled your modesty.

"I have seen all you have to offer. You will not hide from my eyes." With in an instant, you removed the blanket, not from your own will but because he compelled you to do so. Another tear fell down the side of your face, and this one he wiped away with the side of one of his long pointed nails. Your head fell back onto the mattress, and the Count leaned over you and dropped his face to below your exposed left breast. His breath against your skin felt like ice, and you shut your eyes in order to brace for the pain that never came.

Instead of the feeling of two fanged teeth penetrating your heart, you felt the knuckle of one of his fingers brush against your clit and your back arched. Your eyes widened, and you sat up to meet his stare. There he stood, completely unafflicted by your reaction. In fact, it was almost as if you were the one who did something wrong. Impulsively, a heat pooled in your lower abdomen, it's warmth radiating down your legs. You squeezed your eyes shut in hopes to catch your breath and calm yourself down. What he did to you was only causing a natural response from your body, and you had no control over such responses.

Nonetheless, you still felt the urge to mentally shame yourself for being a such sinful whore who's body responds like that to the touch of something - someone so heinous. It was almost as if the devil himself had cursed you with such blasphemy with the way your nipples hardened to a peak and your thighs squeezed together, trying to prevent you losing yourself to sin any further.

You didn't even open your eyes back up when you felt his cold hand grab a hold of one of your thighs, you were then pulled further down the mattress closer to the edge of the bed and to him. A hand that was so cold that it felt like it was devoid of any life and any warmth worked it way up your chest and grabbed one of your breasts. You bit your lip to hold back a gasp when the peak of your nipple was rubbed back and forth by his thumb. It wasn't until you felt the contact of his mouth around one of your nipples that your eyes shot wide open.

You looked down to see that he had your left breast peaked in his mouth while he suckled on your nipple. Your body betrayed you once again, and that heat you were feeling at your core seemed to grow much hotter. A swipe of his cold tongue against your nipple made you look down again, and you got a good look at the head of the man doing this to you. He had since discarded his hat in the dining room, and now you have a much closer look at the spirit you were dealing with. The back of his head was rotten and decayed even under the several thin tufts of brown hair on his head. It felt like you were looking at a corpse of a man that should have been locked far away in a coffin in the depths of hell.

You weren't even paying attention when a hand parted your thighs and brought attention back to your clit, he pulled back the hood and started rubbing slow deliberate circles around it, being mindful of his claws. He switched to your right breast, and at this point, there was no use controlling your gasps and whimpers anymore. He was so gentle with you. Maybe this was foreshadowing that tonight would be the night he'd finally get rid of you, and this was just him rubbing salt in the wounds and making the evening last as long as possible. He'd never touched your nether regions before, but when he fed from the blood of your heart, he'd often rub his hands around your waist as if he was mockingly consoling you the way a lover would.

The hairs of his thick mustache tickled your nipple and you weren't ready for when he dragged downward a long lick from your breast, to over your stomach and then finally stopping at the mound between your legs. You exhaled deeply when he resumed and dragged his blackened tongue down your slit, getting a taste of your wetness in his mouth. This wasn't something you should be enjoying, just the symphony of approving noises that left your lips made you feel appalled with yourself. It wasn't until you felt his lips lock around your clit that you became heavy lidded and utterly defeated.

You settled with the idea that he's being so cautious with you because he's going to make you reap what you sowed when it was time for him to experience his own pleasure. And regardless of how good he made you feel in this very moment, you still hated him. He tricked and imprisoned you in this hellish imitation of a castle. He left you alone and unattended during the day, allowing a pack of wolves to ensure you never take your leave. It was because of him that your mother was a several weeks journey away, worried sick about you, and you weren't even sure if you'd ever see her again.

You were on the verge of crying again until he rose to his feet, his figure demanding your full attention. His clawed hands fiddled with the buttons of his trousers, and your breath hitched. The hefty fur cape he wore would frequently would drape over his frame and seculde him in almost total darkness. You never knew what his daily wear looked like since he seemed content in hiding in the shadows of your vision only to reveal slightly more of himself to you when he fed from your body. What came to your vision when he glanced back at you was the erect bulbous head of his cock. It was engorged and jutted upward toward the ceiling as if it demanded your gaze on it.

He crept closer to you, staring intensely as if trying to gauge your state of mind, trying to see whether you were going to fight or flee. Instead, you just allowed your head to fall back onto the mattress. It was pointless to do either of those, and deep down in the darker realms of your subconscious, this behavior from him was welcomed. When the head of his thick member prodded at your entrance, your breath hitched, and you closed your eyes tightly.

Instead of thrusting inside, he thrusted his shaft upward, dragging it along your slit to coat himself in your wetness. When the shaft slid up against your clit you couldn't help but mewl out, still feeling that knot in your lower belly that was just waiting to be undone. When he finally seized the moment to thrust inside you, your eyes shot open, burning and stinging with tears. The Count let out what sounded like an inhuman hiss as his length seeped into your heat, inch by inch. The stretch was almost unbearable. It felt like you were being split right down the middle into two halves of yourself, and you weren't sure what half you pitied more. Your mouth opened to make a noise, but nothing came out. Such an intrusion of this nature left your throat speechless and strained. He pulled his hips back, and a clawed hand shot up to your face and held you in place upon his re-entry.

Those pointed nails of his were so sharp it felt like you had needles digging into your skin. Beads of red came into your vision dripping down your face from how much pressure those thick claws of his put into your flesh. When you tried to snatch your face away from his hand, he only pulled out and thrust into you more harshly. The squelching noise your cunt made around his length felt nothing short of sinful. To your disbelief, you learned he still had more of his shaft left to give you when he pushed himself further inward to the hilt. The thick head of his cock struck your cervix like hammer and a painful cramping sensation followed behind it. He hummed a noise of satisfaction as if he was he was impressed you were able to take all of him to the hilt.

Your breasts bounced on your chest when he roughly pulled out entirely only to shove himself back in. You gave a whine in response, and it was only then that he had seemingly guaged a fine line of pleasure and pain for you. Adjusting himself, he started up a pace of feverent rutting that made your legs tremble pitifully around his waist. The pressure of his hand on your face left when he leaned over to get a taste of the clotted blood that dotted across your forehead. His body was so much larger than your own that he had to contort himself over you to be able to taste the crimson he created and be able to continue his rutting.

The frequent movement of your body from the impact of his hips against yours was beginning to loosen that knot you felt in your belly. Your moans grew louder, and so did the beating of your heart against your rib cage. Inducing this creature to feed from you because your heart enticed him was the last thing you needed right now. The pace of his thrusts harshened, and so did the primal look he had in his eyes. Having him over you and staring at you like this, as if he were a lion and you were a weak gazelle soon to be eaten. For such an entity of darkness, he had such expressive eyes, sometimes they were so black you could see your reflection. Sometimes, they were so white and cloudy, you'd wonder where he had come from, heaven, hell, or neither.

"Please..." You weren't quite sure what you were begging for, but in your heart, it felt like it was for release. Release from the built-up pressure in your belly, release from the castle, or even release from life itself. Your hand reached up, and you cupped the flesh of his face. His skin was so cold, so rotten, and yet there was a feeling of life as if there was perhaps a soul present, but you knew better. There wasn't any life within him, as he was death itself. There was no soul within him, as he claimed the souls of others.

The closer his body, his cock, brought you to this peak of of pleasure that you pleaded for, the wider the smile grew on your face. A smile that didn't go unnoticed as his lips claimed the skin of your neck in what felt like possessive kisses. Perhaps this union of flesh solidified the extent of your stay at the castle through your own submission and your yield to the power he had over you. Those kisses trailed up to your own lips, and you tasted death from his mouth to yours. You tasted your own blood from him, and you tasted his hatred and his darkness, and yet you no longer had fear for it. With a painful clench of your walls, you came undone, your release washing over you in thick waves.

The spasming, clenching, and squeezing of your canal made the already deep and ragged breaths he took erratic, as did his rutting a few quick snaps of his hips and you felt a spurt of cold fluid inside you. The chill of it rose up your spine as it felt as if death itself had released into you. A deep animalistic growl vibrated off of the stone walls around you and bounced around in your skull. When he removed himself from you, you felt the remainder of his spent coat your inner thighs.

You looked away as you sat up on your own elbows, trying to balance yourself, and when you looked up, expecting to meet the eyes of a starving beast, you were met with an empty room. He had left you, spared you even. You couldn't imagine the type of carnage and havoc he'd wreak upon those villagers tonight. Reaching up to clutch your necklace for security and your hands found nothing but skin. He was gone and had taken your necklace with him. He took it as if you had bestowed upon him the honor of having a maiden's token.

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Went to go see Nosferatu with two of my friends and to say that I enjoyed it would be an understatement. Nick and Bill were the highlight for me. Lily did better than I expected but with Aaron I felt like he was performing an SNL skit with the way he was pronouncing his dialogue. The cinematography to me is exactly what I picture a gothic horror film to look like. It has some subtle humor here and there which I enjoyed and my theater was packed so we all got a giggle. They're not lying when they say Bill is nowhere to be seen. He completely transformed himself in this role and gave it his all - no wonder Stellan gave him that kiss after watching it. Nick also deserves his flowers because the acting he was doing with his eyes was magnificent! I'll let it linger for a few days before I go see it again on new year's day. 5/5 movie for me!

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gonna frame this photo and tell my kids this was the love of my life but he had to go war and didn’t come back so i had to marry their idiot father

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hello beloveds ☺️

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Nosferatu (2024): Monster Fucker phsycic girlie pop's ex-situationship won't leave her alone after she marries a normal guy

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Merry 2000 Trained Rats, everybody

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I just saw Nosferatu.

Monsterfuckers, I hope y’all are happy.