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hekateinhell · 4 months

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I love the absolute drama with which Armand and Lestat describe falling for Louis de Pointe du Lac — it was something they experienced in such a similar way!

"I felt fatally in love with Louis" ~ Lestat, TVL

"I fell in love with him hopelessly" ~ Armand, TVA

As if they both knew right then and there that that sad, wet man was going to have them in a chokehold for the rest of their immortal existence.

#i love a good linguistic parallel 🤧#vc #the vampire chronicles #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #armand #lestat/louis #armand/louis #quotes

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imminent-danger-came · 30 days

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Spider Queen: "Augh! Lady Bone Demon! So it is her! Well, if she wants to-" MK: "-Yeah, she scares me too." Spider Queen: "I'm not scared! I am the queen!" MK: "Please! She's the bone demon! I don't know, maybe if we work together-" Spider Queen: "*laughs* Work together *chuckles*. I don't need help from a child!"

(2x09 72 Transformations)

MK: "I've never really needed a scary new monkey form before, so, I thought maybe I'd just use it next time." Sun Wukong: "Next time!? Kid, there might not be a next time! This is the time!" MK: "It'll be fine! Mei and I got the awesome new armor and everything! You know when we look this good, ain't nothing gonna beat us." Sun Wukong: "Kid, new armor isn't gonna cut it! We have to hit Azure with everything we've got! You can't just, ignore this whole part of your power because it scares you!"

(4x12 The Plan Man)

Yeah, she scares me too. I've never really needed a scary new monkey form before

#like when MK lowkey ignoring issues is a consistent character trait and he does it with both LBD and his own powers #just leave me to my LBD & MK foil hell #what if I said that SQ trying to use her mech was the same as MK trying to fall back on the friendship armor #Like besties these last ditch efforts are NOT going to work #and then when MK literally turns into a gorilla with 72 transformations in the next scene #Like SQ literally says ''What is this?'' (azure vc: ''What is he?'') and then MK is like ''Finally! Something I can use!''#LIKE SHUT UP #SHUT UP GET AWAY FROM ME #''thought maybe I'd just use it next time'' LIKE SHUT UP #FUCK YOU #FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk parallels #lmk MK #lmk Spider Queen #lmk SWK #what I am

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thevamplelio · 9 months

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Hey google, how did it take me this long to wander far enough into this hellsite to discover Hannibal (all media) and Hannibal NBC? Cause like…

Same energy, different font.

Also, Abigail/Will and Louis/Claudia have the same energy, neither of which is healthy, or straight, and I’m here… at least for Abigail/Will.

Oops?

The Queer appeal of toxic love.

Vampire Reviews: IWTV 1994.

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desertfangs · 6 months

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Been thinking a lot lately about how Armand's maker, Marius, is the keeper of the Parents and he makes it his entire purpose and bases his whole life around it.

And then centuries later, Armand, unbidden and for no reason other than he decides to take it on as his own sacred purpose, becomes a sort of keeper of Lestat while he sleeps in the dirt for decades.

#just little parallels #i think both marius and armand need a purpose to be honest #and get lost without one #armand #armand/lestat #marius de romanus #armand/marius #vc #vampire chronicles #vc meta #vc thoughts

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licncourt · 1 year

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I just wanted to be yours

Can I be yours?

If I'm turning in your stomach

And I'm making you feel sick?

Louis de Pointe du Lac + Preacher's Daughter, Ethel Cain

Family Tree (Intro) // Hard Times // Ptolemea // Sun Bleached Flies // Strangers

#interview with the vampire #vc #the vampire chronicles #louis de pointe du lac #ethel cain #lyric parallels

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rainbowcarousels · 3 months

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remembering when you said nicki was more of a proto-daniel to armand rather an proto-louis and now i'm upset because it makes sense like lestat never saw nicki at his worst but armand did!! lestat doesn't know what a mentally ill vampire looks like when he meets louis 😭 (and oh boy is that an oxymoron because they're all fucked up but there's degrees)

and now i'm sad <3

So I tried to be thoughtful about this and make it detailed but...then I ended up writing you a fic in response instead. You played with my emotions and now this is what you get. I hope that's okay!

Whatever Louis said, Lestat was not stalking Armand. If anything, historically speaking, Armand had the tendency to stalk him! Even as far back as Paris, before they’d been formally introduced, Armand had stalked him through the theatre and watched his every step.

So if anyone was going to be prone to such an action, surely Louis should be aiming his accusations at their sometimes resident/occasional antagonist/often lover and not at Lestat. Lestat was out here minding his own business and his own business was everything that went on here, so him taking a casual stroll or three through the streets was not considered entirely unusual.

It was more unusual for Armand.

If anyone was acting in a way that you could call peculiar, look no further than his wanderings lately.

Was Louis rubbing off on him? Was he about to meandering about his eternal life now instead of building his fortresses in an illusion of safety? It’s not as if Lestat could say much about that now either. This place, this – what had Daniel called it, a Disney with fangs meets Colonial Williamsburg, this was supposed to be a place to make decisions, to keep safe the core of their ongoing immortality and it was supposed to mean something. A place to come to that felt safe.

Lestat huffed to himself.

In the end, that was all any of them really did, this building of safe havens and places to escape to.

Maybe for Armand, this was not unlike him watching Lestat at that theatre or ransacking the apartment. If he was out here gathering information, filing it away behind those intense eyes as if he were trying to make a mental folder all about him. Lestat wasn’t ruling it out. Lots of people had folders about him.

That was what happened when you ended up as the sparkling example of modern vampirism, fall apart and then try to put your pieces back together as if you’re collecting puzzle pieces. People watched you. People wondered about your decisions and considered the choices you made, even if Lestat often felt more like an oversized mascot than a Prince.

And secretly, or perhaps not so secretly by this point, that was how he’d prefer it. To be loud and wild and without the heaviness of a crown he took for the greater good but knowing it was being handled by people he could trust. As much as you could trust anyone with that kind of thing. As long as Armand and Louis never got up in arms at him at the same time, as long as Gabrielle didn’t join the rant, it was probably all running as best it can with egos larger than even his all stuffed into a little ruling party.

So if Lestat came out for a constitutional now and then, mostly now, then it was not out of character for him. It didn't mean he was stalking anyone, thank you very much.

“You’ve also established it isn’t odd for me either.”

Of course Armand was aware of him. Lestat hadn’t been trying to hide. They didn’t hide from each other, not anymore. Why should they?

“You don’t wander aimlessly.” They’d come to a stop outside the Inn, but the streets were quiet. Everything was stunningly quiet. “Since you don’t grant me access to your mind often, I must resort to more mundane methods to sniff out the mystery.”

“Louis doesn’t walk aimlessly either,” Armand deflected. “He enjoys it. That is the aim.”

“Louis doing something simply for the joy of doing it,” Lestat said, looking away from Armand and back around the streets. Doubtless people were watching him from somewhere, but he couldn’t tell exactly where from at this moment. “Will wonders never cease?”

“Joy is not spontaneous to everyone,” Armand replied evenly. “Even for you, sometimes you have to reach for it.”

“Are you reaching for it?” Lestat asked.

“I hope so,” Armand said, his expression changing from the impassive to something a little softer, something that suited those little cherubic cheeks a lot better.

This was closer to how he’d looked when he’d arrived, fledgling in tow, well over a week ago now. Something burning in veins far more potent than blood, anticipation for a reunion of their little family, perhaps?

It had only been a few nights ago that this melancholy wandering had set in. Lestat had wracked his mind to find the cause of it.

There were the complications of their relationship, but they’d embraced as lovers long apart do and he’d felt the warmth of him in his heart. No, Armand had been as happy to see him as he’d been to have him there.

Louis had been quiet, but Louis was often quiet and the court was very social. Armand of all people knew that Louis liked his little corners to disappear in so he didn’t think being ignored was the issue.

There was Marius and the inevitable difficulties of their relationship, but he’d greeted him with more warmth than usual.

There was also Daniel, but he’d arrived with Daniel in good spirits and whatever they had been working out together, it seemed to be a source of something beautiful and not something that would cause him to wander about like a lost child.

Who else was there that could cause such a response in him?

It was embarrassing that it took more than another few nights before Lestat realised where Armand tended to end up. It was a route he walked himself on occasion, when he was longing for someone else, someone that they’d shared a very long time ago without ever truly sharing him. Eleni had once told him that Armand had taken Nicolas’s death almost as well as Lestat had – so was this why he wandered by the places he had to know clung to his spirit?

Not literally, Nicolas had never shown up as others had in ghostly form, but there was an imprint of him at the places they wandered past - his fathers shop with the open window, the inn, the square, even Lestat’s rooms.

Had Lestat simply not realised that Armand had found some way to grieve another old loss, not unlike Lestat himself had been trying to do?

Eventually, he found Armand in one of the larger rooms that had been turned into something of a crafting studio by the more creative of among them. Armand had sat himself in the corner, letting two dead former lovers talk wildly about plans for some project with such an intense passion that suddenly, in his mind, something clicked into place.

When he had left Nicolas with Armand, it had been because he thought that Armand needed a guide to the then modern world. Daniel had been the same thing two centuries later. Both were sarcastic, brash, passionate about their respective arts and both had fallen into an obsessive madness before their very eyes.

“Before my eyes.” Armand’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Be thankful you didn’t see the worst of it.”

Lestat met his eye and couldn’t help but grimace. “I still wish I had,” he said.It didn’t matter that all logic said he was making things worse by staying, that their relationship had been destroyed the moment he was pulled through that window and it had been cruel to keep hanging on after that. “If only for more time. He had always wanted more time to become whoever he was supposed to be.”

“Instead, the infinity of time was the problem.” Armand wasn’t looking at him at all. Maybe it was too hard to do so. “Did you really think it would end any other way?”

Lestat could think of no rebuttal to that. Maybe before he’d drank so deeply, seen such desolation and misery, then yes, he believed they could get past it. It may have taken a while, but there would be time. It was all Nicolas had ever wanted, the time to study, the time to become the musician he wanted to be and maybe it was Lestat’s own foolishness to think that may have made him happy.

“Giving someone what they think want can cause more problems than it solves,” Armand said.

It was only then that Lestat understood, that the reason he wasn’t looking at Lestat wasn’t because he was overcome with some old emotion but rather that he was looking at another child that should never have to pass: his own.

Daniel had been exactly what Lestat had hoped Nicolas would be for Armand, his link to the world, a teacher of how to be a person from the most self possessed person he knew and yet, shortly after coming into the blood, their relationship had been ripped to shreds too. Daniel had slipped into obsession while Armand had slipped into despair.

But they had recovered. Armand had founded Trinity Gate with Louis, he had kept the children safe and he had begun to connect with old lovers and lovers that should have been. From his understanding, Daniel had slowly found his way back to the world under Marius’ care and his patience, something Armand confessed he didn’t know he could give another of his blood. They had found new life in themselves before finding each other again.

If Nicolas had the time, if they had all known what they know now, could he have recovered from his fevered mind?

Could he have found himself in the rubble and as stubbornly as he had cursed him out, as creatively as he had written his music, as persistently as he had practiced his craft, begun to see the world as something that could be beautiful? No, not beautiful, beautiful wouldn’t have been enough, but as something interesting, something thought provoking, something that could have kept his mind from slipping down into the wailing waves of his own internal agonies?

“I did what I thought would help.” Armand’s voice was tight now. “Clearly Marius knows something I don’t.”

“And if you’re not careful, he’ll give you an extensive yet largely uninformative lecture on what it is.” Lestat reached for his hands, cupping them in his own. They were fever hot and it warmed something within him to do it. “I am not casting blame on you. I know that you did everything you could, and you always do. I’m not blind to what you did for Louis. I’m not blind to what you do for me either. I’m just a little sad to think of what we could have had.”

“He would have liked that,” Armand said, eyes flickering to Lestat’s own. There was the briefest hint of an affectionate smile, but if it was for how Nicolas seemed to make despair and darkness into something to be loved or for Lestat then or Lestat now, who knows? “Any idiot can make you smile, but this deep sense of grief, a sweet misery, I think he would have liked to be remembered as having caused that.”

“You’re right,” Lestat agreed. Any idiot could be happy, he’d often said, in fact idiots were often happier because they didn’t know any differently. This mix of grief, nostalgia, pain and pleasure tied into a memory, it would be how his Nicki would want to be remembered. “And things didn’t turn out so badly in the end, did they?”

“He was right about one thing,” Armand said, rolling his eyes. “You are irrepressibly optimistic.”

“It’s part of my charm,” Lestat said, bringing Armand’s hands to his lips and kissing them, taking care to brush a fang over the skin just to feel the reaction. “And I am terribly charming, aren’t I?”

“You’re definitely terrible.”

It lost some of its heat by the way his face could still go the softest shade of red, but Lestat would take it.

#askbox fic #answered #hekateinhell #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #vc #vampire chronicles #the parallel between daniel and nicolas always gets to me #so thank you for that #this is a little rough around the edges so please forgive me for that #nicolas de lenfent

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apoptoses · 1 year

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Bought some Plato at the half price book store on a whim and inadvertently got my heart destroyed over Marius.

In his Symposium, Plato has Socrates attend a party where the parties attempt to define and describe Love.

The love between an older Lover and younger Beloved is the ideal, wherein the Lover, via his intelligence, improves his Beloved’s life. Through his good conversation, education, and introducing the Beloved to connections which will help him set up his future business dealings, the Lover behaves in a way that is noble, just, and not shameful. Thus the Lover is not shamed by gratifying his Beloved and becoming subservient to him, and so long as the Beloved hopes to become more virtuous through his Lover’s love, he is not shamed by gratifying him in turn. This is a love that will help the Beloved earn wings (a point which will be returned to).

The trouble comes when the Lover’s desires and actions are not just. The Lover who lives with his Beloved runs the risk of becoming possessive. He wishes to be with his Beloved day and night, occupies his every waking moment. He prevents his Beloved from making connections with other men which will further improve his life and instead takes such delight in carnal pleasures with his Beloved that they both fall into the realms of hubris. This type of Lover is shameful, for he does not improve his Beloved’s life in any way, only enjoys him as one would a toy, and the Beloved ceases to seek virtue through his Lover.

There’s a concept introduced in the Phaedrus, that all souls begin in the heavens, flying with their chosen god. Suddenly their wings are taken from them and they plummet to earth, becoming mortal. The only way to earn back ones wings is through Love, love that is just and noble and pure. By falling in Love ones wing feathers begin to grow back, and if that love remains just the Beloved will gain their wings back and their soul will one day return to the heavens.

But the Lover that behaves in a way which is not just plucks those wings from his Beloved. He condemns his Beloved to wander the earth in torment for thousands of years as a result of his unjust Love.

Marius is an atheist (so probably doesn’t give much of a crap about the stuff about gods) but he’s also a classicist and I can’t help but think about the trajectory of his relationship with Armand. Even from the start he skirts the line between Plato’s idea of just (life improving) and unjust (possessive and exclusively sensual) love, and by the time Armand is taken the two of them have been going out with Bianca most every night and living more of a hedonist life of fun than the highly educational life Marius seemed to envision for his household. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if Armand’s capture felt to him like the universe punishing him for unjust behavior. How could he have seen Armand in the coven and not been haunted by the concept that unjust love ‘steals the beloved’s wings’ and condemns them to wander the earth in torment?

And so it only makes sense that his redemption must come in the form of Daniel. When Daniel takes on the role of Beloved, Marius is finally able to quantifiably improve a life. By his Love and education Marius pulls him out of madness and metaphorically gives him his wings via giving him the ability to be independent once more.

#was always seething a little about his reaction to seeing armand in paris but idk now i get it #and i just feel deeply sad for them both #this also parallels armand's relationship to daniel in devil's minion #and how in becoming an unjust kind of lover daniel ends up wandering in torment #but i can't write up all that too or else i'll just start to cry lmao #friday the 13th somehow feels like the most appropriate night for becoming a marius girly #marius/armand #vc meta #marius de romanus

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queerquaintrelle · 2 months

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Jane Austen...

“I am going to take a heroine whom no one but myself will much like.” — Jane Austen

@valenfangs

Not only is Lestat incredibly Emma Woodhouse coded but I think if Lestat was part of that subset of regency culture, he and Miss Woodhouse would be gossipy bitches (affectionate) together.

#valenfangs #meeraedits #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #vampire chronicles #my edit #mine #bisexual #just bi vampire shenanigans #vc meta #emma woodhouse #jane austen #regency #parallels #queer #lgbtq+#queue are absolutely unpredictable

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imminent-danger-came · 8 months

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monkie kid? more like the mirroring kid 👀

LOL honestly

#MK vc: And I will parallel or foil every other character in the show #lmk #lego monkie kid #asks

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jinxy · 21 days

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idk what to tag this as

this gaming desk has bit me (pinched me) like fifty fucking times but I have a big 'ol bowl of pasta and a Smirnoff Ice Strawberry so. i'm powering through it. but i hope my literal blood being inside of it makes me better at video games

#dis.txt #im honestly kinda lonely and wish I had someone to talk to or just like. parallel play with on VC or something #but whatever i love building and moving furniture lately. i need to go to the gym and start lifting soon b/c i'm gonna run out of furniture

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