a.

lulled to death

[nyanakin]

"'No, I'll know,' I said. I rose from the table, my hands quivering. 'Lestat, give me this one embrace and I'll never ask another thing of you for all eternity. Let me put my lips to your throat, Lestat, let me test the tale, let me do it!'

'You break my heart, you little fool,' he said with tears welling. 'You always did.'

'Don't judge me!' I cried.

He went on, speaking to me alone, from his mind as much as with his voice. I couldn't tell if anyone else there could even hear him. But I heard him. I would not forget a single word.

'And what if it was the Blood of God, Armand,' he asked, 'and not part and parcel of some titanic lie, what would you find in me?'" ~ Armand and Lestat, TVA

[cristinaricci]

SLEEPY HOLLOW (1999) dir. Tim Burton The horseman came for love of carnage.

[amarettas]

me: lets draw armand!

my hand: omg letsgo

me: make him cute and menacing!

my hand: *draws a slut*

[amarettas]

[amarettas]

me: lets draw armand!

my hand: omg letsgo

me: make him cute and menacing!

my hand: *draws a slut*

[meorzo]

[amarettas]

armand PLEASE

its a small redraw from a trailer of — ironically — tim burtons upcoming series 'wednesday' where i thought that its definitely something armand would say. and honestly? him and wednesday share a vibe for me.

[lifeinpoetry]

Meet me in the love- Burned orchard

Where the beautiful doomed Meet at last.

— Cynthia Cruz, from “Kingdom of Dirt,” The Glimmering Room

[nyanakin]

i'm more of a loustat person but sometimes i think about the absolute chaos and depravity of lestat/armand. like imagining the potential of lestat with someone who was not as uptight as louis, especially armand. they'd be the mgk/megan fox couple of the vc universe only so much worse

you speak my language and I have written two fics in that sort of vein, the second more so (one, two).

Lestat’s in no way an intellectual equal to Armand (LOL), and on the other end, Armand can’t hope to match him physically anymore. But they’re both extremely sensual creatures, even by vampire standards, and share a lot of the same vulnerabilities and insecurities.

Now, Lestat’s private property couldn’t survive the damage of those two as an actual couple, but I think they would have a very beneficial ongoing side thing to air out their aggressions/grievances without ruining lives in the process. Think of the trope of a wealthy Wall Street guy visiting a professional dominatrix regularly, only it’s someone who knows you and loves you too (it’s messy).

Everyone’s aware, and they stay out of it, because who wants to deal with either of them when they’re like that. It would be sweet (don’t make me start quoting MtD, I will), it would be chaotic, and it absolutely would be depraved.

I’m going to get so much worse with this pairing too now that I’ve settled in, as a couple of y’all already know. sit tight, send ideas if you want (I can never have too many). <3

[monstersinthecosmos]

I was looking up some stuff to write but when I just got devastated about Armand and didn't finish my fic LOL

HE SEEMED, IN HIS STILLNESS, TO BE AS FRAGILE AS AN EMPTIED SHELL !!!!!!!!

DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THE SIZE OF YOUR SOUL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I HATED HIM BUT I COULDNT STOP LOOKING AT HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[amarettas]

vamptember, day 8: 'funeral'

a coffin, for two.

(not this one, it's taken.)

[amarettas]

armand, probably.

give my boy that overpriced bloodthirsty ken doll right now.

[nyanakin]

but wait, there’s more:

[laduree-et-cigarettes]

“Charm me. Furiously. Torment me. In detail.”

— Hermann Hesse (via carnavage)

[donna-marieriley-deactivated202]

“I belong to myself. I belong to the whim of my every desire. I am here to be wanted. No, not wanted, thirsted for. It’s close to torture. The very centre of your being demands me. Good. I accept no less. Not a drop of me for anyone who won’t savour the taste. Swill me around the mouth like wine and let me bring the heat out in you. Let me threaten any semblance of composure. I give you my flesh to feast on. Sate yourself. Suck clean the bones. Let nothing go to waste. I am not here to be devoured halfway. Eat me to my ankles. Touch me ‘til you grasp at air.”

— Donna-Marie Riley, Feast (via five–a–day)

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Jana Heidersdorf

[amarettas]

i tim burtoned armand lmao

anyway its my first picture of him and im still experimenting with this little fang. the upcoming pictures might look a bit different bcs ive started several drawings of him at the same time. lol. just saying.

in case its a thing: pls do not repost my art. thanks :>

[amarettas]

ok so