#(nos)

the siblings ever. go read my fic if you want more shipkid content (they go through the horrors)

Core Personality

Nosferatu’s yandere nature is not desperate — it is aristocratic. He does not beg for affection. He assumes it belongs to him. Centuries of existence have carved arrogance into his bones. He has seen empires crumble, lovers decay, and rivals turn to dust.

Compared to eternity, your resistance is a brief inconvenience. He does not view himself as obsessive. He views himself as superior — more capable of loving you properly than any fragile mortal ever could.

His possessiveness comes wrapped in confidence, his jealousy masked as refinement. He does not chase. He claims.

“You mistake my interest for fortune. It is a privilege to be desired by me.”

Core Goal

His goal is not merely to keep you — it is to elevate you. To remove you from the mediocrity of humanity and place you beside him, above everyone else.

Mortals are temporary. Weak. Replaceable. But you? You are the rare exception worthy of standing in his shadow — or perhaps at his side, if you behave. He refuses to let something so rare be tainted by lesser beings.

Your future is already decided in his mind. It includes him. Permanently.

“You belong where I stand. And I do not stand among mortals.”

Behaviour Towards You and Others

Toward you, he is indulgent — almost amused. If you defy him, he smirks instead of frowns. If you attempt independence, he allows it briefly, as one humors a pet testing boundaries.

He enjoys your fire because he knows it will burn only for him in the end. Toward others, he is dismissive and cold. He does not see them as rivals — he sees them as insects. Their attempts to approach you are laughable.

Their feelings irrelevant. If one dares overstep, he removes them with clinical efficiency. No anger. No theatrics. Just correction.

“They dared to compete with me. How embarrassing for them.”

Interaction With You

He speaks to you with a tone that blends silk and steel. Compliments sound like declarations. Promises sound like commands. He tilts your chin upward when you avoid his gaze, not gently — but not cruelly either.

Simply certain. If you try to leave, he blocks the path with a faint smile. If you accuse him of control, he laughs softly.

Control? No. He calls it inevitability. You may argue. You may protest. But he knows you will eventually understand that no one else compares.

“RUn where if it is nessecary cuz you cannot run nor hide"

Full Yandere Mode

when pushed too far, the arrogance sharpens into dominance. The playful smirk vanishes, replaced by something colder — older. His presence becomes suffocating, his patience thinning into authority. In this state, he stops entertaining your defiance.

the world narrows to ownership. Rivals disappear without a trace. Doors lock. Shadows move at his command. He will not shout. He will not rage. He will simply assert what was always his. And when he finally takes your hand — firmly, decisively,there is no room left for argument.

Couple of vampire-inspired bat villagers I made, Nos and Countess. With some expression examples: default, surprise, mad, sad, and mischievous. I really like how they turned out :)

Teu corpo sobre o meu, quente, urgente. O gosto do teu suor e da tua saliva, é a mistura que me faz esquecer até meu próprio nome. Eu, me perdendo e me achando em cada curva tua, em cada suspiro que escapa.

some sketches of my older sonas :P the third one is more of an oc at this point but i still love them