#nosferatu 2024

[tuserlivia]

NOSFERATU (2024), dir. Robert Eggers

[donoteatwingsoutapussy]

And Willem Dafoe but that too

People not comprehending Nosferatu correctly might kill me. Yes it's erotic and about pleasure but yes it's devastating and about child sexual abuse. It's a movie about victimhood, about being already dead, about longing for the great beyond, about never feeling safe from your abuser, about always expecting one more rape must be endured. It is about being an ugly victim, a neurotic victim. About your supposed allies tying you down for fear you will rip their world to ribbons. It is about facing the abuser, facing the pleasure the abuser brought. It is about men seeking to silence a plague in the quiet of the night when grooming and abuse can only be destroyed by pulling it into the light of morning.

[chappellsroans]

Greta? She has no master or mistress

Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

[jackytaylor]

Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror (1922) dir. Friedrich Wilhelm Murnau // Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979) dir. Werner Herzog // Nosferatu (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

[descendinight]

"I abhor you" from Nosferatu

[arwenkenobi48]

Orlok robbing the blood bank be like:

This was funnier in my head...

[multific]

Where Night Sings Softly

Count Orlok x Reader

Summary: You wake one night to find your husband, Count Orlok, murmuring soft verses to your baby girl, his long fingers turning pages with care, his voice being the only thing that puts her to sleep.

It is always quietest just before dawn in the castle.

The shadows grew still, the stone walls damp with sleep.

You woke not with fear, but with a sense of wonder.

Something rhythmic, soft, was weaving through the air like the brush of silk across the skin.

Curious, you slipped from your bed, bare feet padding across cold floors as you followed the sound through the corridors of the ancient castle.

The nursery door stood slightly ajar, and the flickering golden glow of a single candle lit the space within.

And there he was.

Count Orlok. Your Orlok.

The same creature who once emerged from nightmares and legend to take you away from the world you knew. The one who, in time, became something far more terrifying and tender, a partner, a protector, and now a father.

He stood hunched beside the crib, long fingers delicately holding a tattered book.

His voice, always gravel and moonlight, drifted in careful verses,

"Sleep, sleep, my little star,

The night has brought you from afar.

Cradled now in ancient arms,

Safe from fear, and safe from harm."

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your baby girl lay wrapped in the crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with softness.

A faint smile curled her lips, her small fingers twitching once as if dreaming of his voice.

You remained still in the doorway, unwilling to break the fragile spell.

He did not turn to you, but he knew you were there. He always knew.

"She sleeps better this way," Orlok murmured, closing the book gently and setting it aside. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a wealth of awe. "She listens. Even when I do not deserve to be heard."

You stepped closer, arms wrapping gently around his waist from behind. He was cool to the touch, the way stone is cool when the sun has long ran, but he leaned back into you, seeking your embrace.

"She loves your voice, so do I."

He did not respond immediately.

Instead, his gaze lingered on the child, his daughter, as if committing every detail of her to his memory.

"She is not like me," he said eventually. "She has your heart. Your light."

You reached to cradle his cheek, drawing his head gently to the side so you could meet his eyes.

"And she has your soul. You gave it back to me when you brought her home."

A breath trembled through him.

If he could weep, he might have then.

But Count Orlok did not cry. He only breathed slowly, when the darkness seemed less cruel.

"I have lived so many years in silence," he whispered. "And now, every night, I speak... for her. And I think, perhaps, I am not afraid anymore."

You smiled, pressing your forehead to his.

"Nor am I."

The candle crackled softly as if in agreement, throwing long shadows on the stone walls. He drew you closer, and together you watched her sleep, your strange, perfect little family suspended in stillness.

At that moment, the world did not matter. The horror, the blood, and the sorrow of centuries could wait outside.

Tonight, all that mattered was this, the count, the cradle, and the quiet, sacred promise of love.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

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/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[mxgicdave]

TO BE LOVED ENTIRELY 🩸

[dioptre-hertz]

nosferatu (2024) is so fucking funny. they did this joke twice

[georgeharris0n]

PRACTICAL EFFECTS AND WILLEM DEFOE?? Letterboxd is going to devour this

[lobsterflaws]

[talesfromthecrypts]

Lily-Rose Depp and Nicholas Hoult in Nosferatu (2024)

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

nosferatu is so funny. german guy in 1922 wanted to make an adaptation of dracula. couldn't get the rights so he just changed all the character names and killed off the mina at the end in hopes nobody would notice. they noticed and bram stoker's widow sued them and demanded all copies of the film be destroyed. but just like count orlok himself, the movie refused to die and then he showed up in spongebob

[chrollc]

cause the best parts of a vampire besides the fangs are the (tender) hands

print available;

[descendinight]

"Dream of me. Only me." from Nosferatu 2024

[slothliart]

You are my affliction 🪻

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