The Vampire Armand.

Independent Ask and RP blog for the vampire Armand from The Vampire Chronicles. Mun is over 21 and NSFW does occur here. Will not RP with minors. Please feel free to ask me questions, or simply speak to me if you wish. Portrait by the lovely Sheepskeleton

[thelovejournals]

It takes a special someone to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them.

Shannon Messenger, Everblaze: Keeper of the Lost Cities  (via wordsnquotes)

[black-winged-cherub]

*picks you up*

Armand had just barely walked in the door of Trinity Gate, slipping off his light jacket and putting it away, before the world suddenly spun and pitched around him! He stared for a solid half minute at the lovely hardwood floor with widened eyes before processing what had happened to him; planting his hands on Daniel’s back he tried to twist and look at his lover instead, not an easy feat when said lover had swiped you up and over his shoulder.

“You are aware of course that a simple hello would suffice?” Armand said placidly with just a hint of amusement. “Unless you’re kidnapping me?”

[black-winged-cherub]

violeteyedvampiremolloy

Daniel tried not to react to those sensuous circles on his back. He had a mission to carry Armand upstairs to the roof terrace where he had a telescope set up, complete with candles. “I like to keep you on your toes. Not be complacent in this elegance. A little rough angles is good for the soul.” “Such a obliging captive,” giving Armands arse a light slap. Moving with speed up to the roof. He had a flower bower all set up too. A plethora of cushions to lounge on between star gazing. A comet would be visible tonight. Places Armand on a particular plump cushion. “What do you think?”

Hanging where he was Armand could feel his lover go taut at his gentle touches, his mouth curving into a slow smile though Danny couldn't see it. "On my toes, or off me feet? I don't necessarily mind of course, and I agree with you on the angles. Nothing quite settles the heart like a bit of good spirited roughness." He chuckled, flinching slightly at the smack as much as the abrupt movement. Oh so Daniel had been practicing with his gifts had he? The auburn boy thought silently before the world spun again and he was dropped lovingly onto some cushions.

Amber eyes were wide with curiosity and surprise as he looked all around. The roof was the last place he had expected to be taken, never-mind the charming and frankly romantic setup. He took a deep breath of the chill night air, catching the sweet scents of the bouquets all around them before leaning back on the palms of his hands and relaxing his slack covered legs.

"I think you're brilliant and always surprise me." Armand said cheerfully, tilting his head to look at the telescope before returning his gaze to Danny. "And I think we might even get to do some stargazing." He added, reaching up a slim pale hand so his fledgling could help pull him to his feet.

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

Rambunctious In Rio ( black-winged-cherub & violeteyedvampiremolloy )

[black-winged-cherub]

violeteyedvampiremolloy

Daniel was on the look out for any attempts for his maker to try to escape his clutches once more. Oh no not when Armand felt so pliable and warm. Hand straight to bundling the front of his shirt, looking up at him with mirth filled orbs. Teasing and entirely bewitching. “I learnt from the best. A teasing tyrant you could say.” Trying to keep his concentration up intellectually as Armand writhed against his lower half in a not too authentic attempt to grab his phone out of his hand. He could possibly grab it with his jedi mind powers easier, use the force. Such a mentalist his maker. Where had it gone wrong in his powers prowess eh with this kind of pedigree. Mongrel Molloy, runt if the litter. “Maybe I’ll delete said snap, maybe I’ll post on the coven page. Maybe ill blow it up big to admire properly. Perhaps you should think how to sweeten my digit pressing trash hmmm.” Daniel interjected, feeling the shift against his groin as Armands legs splayed out to the side of his own. Knee with great consideration slowly placing itself between those barely surviving Jean clad thighs. “Incase you try to give me the slip.” Giving a slow writhe of his own with said same knee against the elder vampires groin.

"Yes my dear boy, I know all about how your interview with Louis went, but that's no excuse to call him a tyrant." Armand joked, sounding utterly serious but for the smirk on his lips. He could tell he was undoing his fledgling; knew his bodies reactions like he knew his favorite piece of music, those violet eyes glinting in the shadows they found themselves in. Leaning back into the unyielding brick but still clutching Danny's shirt the boyish immortal dipped his chin and arched one fine brow as his lover taunted him over the unflattering photo. Well, he had just run the blond ragged over half of Rio... so Armand let him have his fun and did his best not to groan as Danny pressed a knee between his legs.

Armand moved with his taller lover, putting his free hand up to grip the nape of his neck and encourage him to lean down. "Let me think... how could I possibly bribe you?" He wondered out loud, tilting his head to expose his own neck as his thick curls fell to side. "What would you want," he murmured and pulled himself up even as he coaxed Danny down, his lithe arms both around him now. "What could I do for you..." he whispered softer, his breath ghosting over the man's throat even as he left his own exposed. "Or maybe, to you?" He purred, kissing him just under his jawline, letting his fangs press against the pulse... just enough to make him want more before pulling back with a questioning and impish expression.

[nightislandofficial]

Armand continually refuses to give Daniel what he (thinks he) wants; details about his history, immortality, strategic and potentially dangerous vampire BJs. 

[black-winged-cherub]

Daniel: Armand, I'm cold.

Armand: Here, have my coat.

Lestat: Louis, I'm cold.

Louis: I could set you on fire again if you like.

[sheepskeleton]

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// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!

[superhiki]

The last dance for Nicolas! These two play such amazing roles in The Vampire Lestat and I wish there had been more insight into the two of them dealing with one another in Armand’s book. I imagine this scene as a final, hateful, farewell… Perhaps there is an ounce of sadness or even relief in the both of them.  I also included two wip stages in case you find those things interesting. 

[superhiki]

Someone who’s a graphic designer help me. Anyway, here is a fake tourist shirt graphic for the goofiest hangout in all of The Vampire Chronicles, Daniel and Armand’s home, Night Island. Edit: There is only one of these and Daniel made it for himself to be a pest. 

[as-22]

wanna nap on your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

[whenrpmemesattack]

Let’s Play a truth or dare: Send a Question AND a dare. My muse HAS to choose between them.

And if they choose truth, they must answer honestly!

[covenarmandmarius-deactivated20]

MARIUS’S CHERUB@ black-winged-cherub

[black-winged-cherub]

@Covenarmandmarius

Marius growled, he would not be talked to like he was nothing. Especially not by his little cherub. Armand was his cherub and would be his forever. He had been burned and unable to save him then but after the whole thing with Lestat and his love being confirmed alive by the child, he would not lose Armand again. He cut the younger vampire off and grabbed his wrist. He made him look at him.\

“I will not be spoken to like that.” Marius lowered his tone, the same he’d used long ago when he’d disciplined Amadeo. “Armand, I know you were hurt and I want to correct that. i want to heal those wounds. I love you cherub. You are my little love and I never stopped loving you. That night, I was burned beyond my own ability to come after you. When Bianca and I found you, you were not approachable. i would do anything to undo what was done. Stay, I beg you. Stay and let me heal those wounds. You’re back with me, beloved..I know you have struggled and I will not push that aside nor deny it. I brought you to my island to heal what has been forced into your heart. I am begging you to stay.”

Armand heard the growl just before he reached the door, barely having a heartbeat to feel worry over it before a hand like iron closed upon his outstretched wrist even as his fingertips brushed the door handle. He jerked in surprise, his youthful face turning up to Marius' with an angry look of shock. Good lord, he thought, I didn't even sense him move at all! He subtly tested the grip on him, irritated and nervous to note that it felt much the same as when he'd been a mortal boy. Just as unbreakable and solid as ever. The last three hundred years might not have happened at all as far as his own physical strengths were concerned.

But they did happen. He reminded himself sternly, letting his features slowly go blank as his old master first scolded and then soothed and then professed his love. Did his maker think he did not remember the fire? 'I watched you BURN!' He wanted to shout in the man's face even as he looked unmoved; he knew that any hope of rescue was the broken wish of a child, that no one could have escaped that disaster unscathed. Hurt, oh yes badly hurt to be sure... but for three centuries? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask why he waited, to confront his maker on calling him unapproachable, before he blinked and tried pulling back again.

"Bianca? Bianca and... and you..." Amber eyes narrowed, his mind flashing back to a brief encounter some months ago. "You turned her? You made her after telling me all the reasons why you could not; you were too injured to help me but not so injured that you could not make her? And you say you came and found me but did nothing!" The coven master's voice began as a horrified whisper and rose to a dull roar. How could Marius claim to be his master now and not be master enough then!? Armand used his free hand to scratch at that alabaster one, to prise at those fingers angrily.

"Do not speak to me in that manner, as though you've any right to chastise me, and do not ask me to stay! If you could not be bothered to snatch me up and rescue me with Bianca at your side, to heal my wounds as you put it when they were still raw then to hell with you! Even the great Marius de Romanus cannot heal a scar!" Armand snarled at him, feeling a trace of warm wetness slide down his cheeks and knowing the man had brought him to tears and loathing it. "And where is our beloved courtesan now I wonder? At your side no longer I see," the auburn devil observed, briskly glancing around and sending out a probing jab to confirm it for himself. He locked eyes with the blond again and felt a bitter smile creep over his features.

"I guess I'm not the only one who sees you are a master no more?" He asked coldly, before giving a brutal twisting yank in that moment of shock and wrenching his wrist away, spinning into the door and making another bid for escape. It was entirely possible that the Roman would just burn him to cinders now for his venom, but oh it felt so good to turn it outwards for a change. It was so preferable to lash out than to deal with his pain and loneliness. If Marius put an end to him for it, for not being the loving little fool anymore now that it had cost him all... so be it. He could all but feel the prickle of the heat now.

[black-winged-cherub]

Thank you for your words, but I know it's not so easy (only for me, I guess). You deserve someone far more better than me, I assure you. I don't think you could return me my love, and that's not really the reason why I came to you. I only desired to make you, may be, a little happy. But if you want to, I can answer to your questions, and let you know who I truly, deeply am, piece by piece ? You don't have to agree if you don't want... I know, that's a lot of mystery, please, forgive me.

Oh masked one, things are seldom ever easy, and giving voice to your feelings never is.

You say you wish to make me happy in the same breath as you say that I could not return your love? I profess myself more confused than happy I am afraid, strange and timid being, you are the definition of a mystery. Confessing love but not sharing your true nature so that it might be truly accepted or returned, claiming that I cannot return this love… is that a judgement on myself or yourself I wonder? If letting me know you piece by piece is the only way then by all means, give me your pieces to try and puzzle together.

[rp-meme-slut]

Make my muse blush. Do anything you can to do so, nothing is off limits. Do your worst~

Bonus points if you can do it without saying a single word

[black-winged-cherub]

I have to ask. What would you say to someone who loved you from the shadows since the childhood ? I don't want to discomfort you, of course. I just felt the urge to tell you how deep was my love for you, my admiration. You are my entire world, but I can't be courageous enough to show you who I am. I hope you wouldn't be mad at me.

Loved me from the shadows you say, and from so long ago yet you feel this way still and have never said so? I cannot be angry with someone for loving me, especially not with such apparent devotion, even if you feel the need to remain hidden from me still. I wish that I could give you some courage so that you might step into the light and let me see you, and perhaps repay your love with my own. I can scarce imagine who you are… but I wish to say let me know you now, let me love you now in return perhaps?

[themusewhomuses]

Sinday Asks

1. Is your muse a virgin? If not, how old were they when they lost their virginity?

2. Are they sexually active?

3. When was the last time they had sex?

4. What was the most dirtiest place they had sex in? (Example: the public bathroom, the park, movie theater, etc.)

5. Do they masturbate often?

6. Tell us about their best and worst sex experience? 

7. Did they ever had sex when people were around?

8. Have they ever been caught having sex?

9. When was the last time they had a wet dream? Bonus if you can describe it as much as you can in detail.

10. Describe their expression when having an orgasm.

11. How long can they live without sex?

12. Would you consider your muse to be kinky?

13. What’s their favorite sex position(s)?

14. What’s their least favorite sex position(s)?

15. Tell us about their sex fantasy? Things they want to try and do, but haven’t yet.

16. Describe the way your muse’s moan during sex. (Example: are they loud, are they quiet, etc.)

17.  How long can they last before they cum?

18. If your muse can have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? If your muse has a partner, who would they invite to have a threesome with?

19. Give us a sexcanon about your muse that not many people knows about.

20. Are they proud of their kinks? Is there a kink they’re too ashamed to share?

21. How old were they when they learned about sex?

22. How does their foreplay go down?

23. Is your muse dominant or submissive or both?

24. How does their afterglow look like?

25. Wild card: ask any nsfw questions you’re curious about for my muse.