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@blackstoneangel
Blackstone Angel || The Vampire Armand
#𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔄𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 ; 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔄𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡 || An Independent, Selective Role Play Blog for The Vampire Armand from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles and AMC's 'Interview With The Vampire' television series. || 21+
ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 || 𝔄𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 || 𝔅𝔦𝔬𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔶 || ℭ𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔫 || 𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔰 || 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖
Maitre, There seems to be a small... large issue. One of the victims for tonight's show escaped and we caught him! -well. The clear fishing line we were using to suspend the " floating " set pieces??? It caught him.
His head is rolled somewhere and there is a mess EVERYWHERE. Help? :,)
......Help?
..... Help?!
I'm sorry, have you mistaken me for the cleaner? Why is it I'm constantly called upon to mitigate the messes of others? God...you all frustrate me.
Now is not the best time, amore. Between Daniel's fuck up eradicating immortal trash in our living room and then getting stoned and damaging my custom F40 Ferrari, I've had it up my back teeth.
God.... I'm afraid to see what he's done to my car, so I suppose I'll come help with your head hunting mission. But be warned, I'm in a vulgar mood.
This is the second emergency callout I've received in less than an hour.
I wanted a nice hot soak in the bath... a little smooth lounge music. Perhaps some rich-blooded Swede offering AB- and then a good book by the fire.
Now I'm stuck on two-hour-long back-to-back phone calls with my car insurance provider and a jolly game of "Get Me Head" at one in the morning.
Fuck!
I'm calling Santiago. If I have to suffer, I'm dragging as many of our coven mates as possible down with me.
@leliorisen @bothbeautyandbeast @theimmortalcourtesan @thepresencesantiago @natureofthedevil @nicki-de-lenfent Immortals, this is an official summons. Roll your sleeves up.
HEYY BABEEE you think you can help me out?... no not the blow job kind of help.. SOOOO i fucked up, and i mean i fucked up BAADDD.. swear you wont take my head off my shoulders?.. i trust you!
1. Called those fledgelings bunch of bad seeds and got into a fight- ripped thme to shreads and now our walls need a good cleaning
2. I was high so I crashed your Ferrari..
I'm sorry.... You fucking what now? The corpses, I couldn't care less about. A few less vampires in the world is for the best. You know how to bleach and burn for yourself. But my custom '91 F40? I'll fucking rip your balls off, Daniel and stuff them down your throat. That's a historic car, Dan... My insurance premiums alone cost a year's salary. And guess what? You're going to pay it. In full. With interest. So help me, Molloy, I'm going to be home in twenty minutes. You'd better find a religion, convert to it and start praying. Hard.
@natureofthedevil
Do you think Daniel is a pretty boy 👀
Ahhh Salut Anon, God help me... I'm contractually obligated to think Danial Molloy is a "pretty boy"..... He was a comely and handsome youth when I met him in the early to mid-seventies. Time has since passed, and he's aged into a distinguished, alluring and on occasion, perfectly charming man. He still occasionally carries himself with the carelessness of a boy, but I forgive him this because, honestly, so do I. Yes, I find him perfectly handsome. His most attractive feature is his stunning intellect and observational prowess. I love his personality as a whole even if we do clash heads on subjects. He is loving, sincere and honest to a fault. He teases me recklessly and without reservation. He has no fear of calling me out on my bullshit and wallowing in pride when I stand corrected. I find it endearing, even sexually alluring. He's open-minded, knowledge-hungry, and rational, which is something his lived experience and age have sharpened over the decades. There are a thousand reasons why we're a bad match for each other. But he's my fledgling. My immortal companion, and I take responsibility for his welfare seriously. So I'm marrying him. Go ask the "pretty boy" what he thinks of me. Find him here: Daniel Molloy - @natureofthedevil
@natureofthedevil - Well Danny, are you still my pretty boy?
im your biggest fan ilyilyilyilyily
Oh my gosh! Salut Anon! Stop it! My heart! No - I'm YOUR biggest fan, you sweetheart! You send me these letters of endearment, and I just fall apart. I'm not accustomed to being doted upon by humanity so openly; I don't know what to do with myself but thank you profusely. It means so much to me, honestly. And if you were with me, I'd embrace you and kiss both your cheeks. Now get out of here - go frolick around in the sun with your friends, family and loved ones as you were meant to. Have a great time and come back often, yes? You are loved,
Hello! I was wondering if you had any book recommendations? Whether it be books everyone should read, or just something that made you happy lately.. Thank you!
Salut sweet Anon! Ahh... fair reader. Literature - the ultimate escapism. Both nourishment and pleasure of the mind exist in the pages of a book. Recommendations? From just this century? Yes, darling, I have hundreds in every genre and sub-genre across languages. Some books needn't even have words to make a profound impact. I could rattle titles randomly, from trashy '80s sci-fi to heart-stopping dramatic epics. What a shame some are no longer in print, locked away in private collections and library stacks you may not have access to. Your question is too broad for me to direct you properly, even if you were browsing within my own personal library, even though I suspect you left your wording ambiguous to stimulate suggestions. I'm going to give you a handful of titles in no particular order from a broad sweep of my shelves just on the other side of my desk right now.
Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake
The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo
The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons
Bringing Out the Dead by Joe Connelly
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind
May these titles be a start to pleasuring your literary senses. Come back again if and when you finish reading any or all of these. Tell me about the characters, stages, passages and scenes that haunt you after you put the novel down and why. But most importantly? Come back for more.
WOW so you hate me now?! You got the list of the shittiest authors in this world, can't you recommend something good!? FOR EXAMPLE *cough cough* me
Oh come on now, tesoro mio. Do better, Mr. Molloy. My engagement to you does not grant automatic license to become my personal ultimate literature preference. You of all people understand this. Insulting your colleagues who write in different genres is petty. I merely said I was listing a random handful of titles my eyes wandered over atop the shelves. Some of your works are prestigious literary prize winners for good reason. Amongst them I consider Veto Proof, Under The Burning Sky and The United States of Prison and Profit amongst your most revealing. These works were an unmasking of a cultural and governmental epidemic of corruption and profit on the backs of the brusied. Loud and unapolgetic in thier jouralistic frequency that relfected the startling hypocrisy of a colonial nation over decades. But of these works none were so telling of the tone of people and your personal encouter with our kind as A Shadow on the Skin. None of which will ever supersed the concussive power that is 'Interview With The Vampire' - the greatest story that should never have been told. Your work shines best when you're teaching your life's lessons rather than revealing the burtality of others. Here's your plug:
DANIEL MOLLOY: PRACTICUM
@natureofthedevil
Hello! I was wondering if you had any book recommendations? Whether it be books everyone should read, or just something that made you happy lately.. Thank you!
Salut sweet Anon! Ahh... fair reader. Literature - the ultimate escapism. Both nourishment and pleasure of the mind exist in the pages of a book. Recommendations? From just this century? Yes, darling, I have hundreds in every genre and sub-genre across languages. Some books needn't even have words to make a profound impact. I could rattle titles randomly, from trashy '80s sci-fi to heart-stopping dramatic epics. What a shame some are no longer in print, locked away in private collections and library stacks you may not have access to. Your question is too broad for me to direct you properly, even if you were browsing within my own personal library, even though I suspect you left your wording ambiguous to stimulate suggestions. I'm going to give you a handful of titles in no particular order from a broad sweep of my shelves just on the other side of my desk right now.
Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake
The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo
The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons
Bringing Out the Dead by Joe Connelly
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind
May these titles be a start to pleasuring your literary senses. Come back again if and when you finish reading any or all of these. Tell me about the characters, stages, passages and scenes that haunt you after you put the novel down and why. But most importantly? Come back for more.
Bonsoir, amateur de douceurs. We seem to have a mix-up with our electronic mail again, amore mio. You keep getting my letters on the ethical consequences of vampirism on humanity and the scientific developments of synthetic human blood replication... And I your S&M solicitations from needy rope bunnies. That can't be right, can it? ....Can it? - A (@blackstoneangel)
Bonsoir, petit démon.
Ah… well… it seems even the algorithms know that your evil monologues could benefit from some light BDSM.
Also, can you forward that to my gmail account? I just got these incredible black silk ropes, and spreader ba-
You know what, you should come over.
Listen to you, amante dei dolci... So up-to-date with all your technological lingo. I'll be there in two hours or less, crossing national borders at your honied request just to feel you lean over my shoulder whilst pointing at your laptop screen with one hand, murmuring possibilities about algorithmic malfunction... while the other caresses a coil of black velvet rope. I want to watch you smile whilst you weigh my expression at the bar you no doubt intend to surprise me with, seeing as you've remembered my weakness for polished chrome-covered iron. Are we a bad decision? As in, together... Right now? Our priorities have shifted, but our doors remain ajar to each other. I'm going to take the advantage. You're going to give me the abuse, and together we're going to explore a whole new level of reckless possibility in the midst of a burning, brave new world. I love cutting you apart. Now give me your retribution, fangs first.
@leliorisen
Maitre, I drink this evening and think only of you. Do you miss me? Do you miss my moments before the madness, our laughter? Maybe our skin pressed against eachother, I miss you so.
Return to me, I ache for direction only you can provide 💚
Nicolas... Time, situation and circumstance may remove us from each other's immediate vicinity, but you are remiss if you believe yourself removed from my heart. Of course I miss you. Mourn for you, ache for that tenderness that simmered beneath a veil of misappropriated affections and dark altitudes of guilt and longing. And your music... The reverberations of your strings still echo themselves in the chambers of my memory, making the skin quiver and the hairs at the base of my neck rise in thrilled anticipation. God, I want you to play again. For me this time. For me alone and no one else. Say I can be that selfish with you. I want to. Let me. If you cannot find absolution elsewhere, then put down the poisoned chalice of your memories and return to my arms. I enclose my private number and address where you may find me at your convenience. Bring only yourself. What I took from you I would personally sew back on. Forgive my clumsy stitches and dare to wonder if I have not connected us together by this red thread with every pull of my needle. I'm waiting, Nicki. And I'm hungry.
@nicki-de-lenfent
why do i want you to be mean to me
Wooo... Salut Anon.... The short answer? Because I'm beautiful and you're into S&M. A lot. So am I. You're welcome.
Dear Armand,
I hope you’re doing well!
I hope Lestat’s not trying to put you in harm’s way and that he’s doing well, too!
Sadly, I have few questions for you at this time.
You’re always appreciated, Armand! :)
Salut darling Whitechoc! Oh, hush you! Just seeing your name pop round my inbox is an endless source of joy for me. You don't need to come armed with questions; any and all conversation is openly invited and dearly appreciated, I promise you! You are precious, don't you forget that. Trust me, you don't want me standing two inches from your face giving you pointed reminders of your personal greatness. ....Or maybe you do. You might be kinky that way. I don't judge. Haha ^^ Lestat putting me in harm's way? ...You mean, again? For the ninth time just this week? Honey, I'm not living life unless that blonde idiot is spectacularly fucking up our livelihoods in one way or another on the daily. Have you met him?! My man is a walking disaster in leather pants. My Danny tells me he's woefully erratic during interview sessions. He rants and raves, cries, barks, bitches, then grows sullen and clams up tighter than a nun's.... never you mind. He calls me, blood drunk at 3am to hollar and curse at me in French for this or that sin I committed against him two hundred years ago. Some of which I'm sure he makes up and embellishes just to spite me. But, be that as it may, we are family. I owe him a debt of livelihood insurmountable, and were it not for his dedication and foresight, I would have fallen to ruin centuries ago. I may not even have survived as I did. So, I sit down and listen. I don't bother to argue with him; I'm beyond that now. I comfort him, I cry with him, I get angry with him. Always with him. Never against. Because he is family. What little I truly have. And whatever battles he takes on, we take together. Through good and bad. I just wish he wouldn't steal my eyeliner when he comes over. Until next time, sweetheart, Adoringly yours,
@leliorisen @natureofthedevil
Boss dont be pathetic "Oh I sit down and cry with him, lick his boots and let him step on me!" The question is what are we gonna do with his head? OH! Can we drag him around like a basketball!?
Uuuuuugh! Listen to me, you fucking ingrate....
Do I go about making light of your personal history, belittling you when your ex-wives and children wouldn't stand in the same room with you, let alone look you in the eye for the poison they condemned you with?!
No. You, callous, pompous, small-minded, hypocritical son-of-a-bitch.
That's a very long tongue for a mere shit-stain on society turned fledgling. The coven and I are your superiors by centuries; you keep a fucking civil mouth on you, or I will disengage it from your body as I did his.
Do not try me.
Ugh.
Stress.
Basketball.... You are so pedestrian. Sit down and shut up, old man. You're about to be schooled in intimate anatomy.
Hi!!!! I was the anon that listed the ways to describe your eyes!!!
I am sad to report that my eyes are just brown, nothing really special about mine. Yours are always so dazzling both in daylight and at night. Like fireworks!!!
Awwwe my Eye Colour Anon! Salut! Welcome back! Oh goodness, stop it! You do yourself a disservice, don't you know how beautiful rich brown eyes are? Dark like coffee or sweet chocolate!! They change colour in the light, appearing haunting and black in low light, then maroon and caramel flecked in daylight. Beautiful! And, I'll give you a tip from a colour theory perspective - dark brown eyes co-ordinate effortlessly with any colour of clothing or cosmetics without clashing. Everything works! So they really are special! When I choose my contacts before going out to play amongst my mortal counterparts, I often choose deep, dark browns. And if I want to draw a little attention to myself, I hit my waterline with a little smudged black eyeliner and watch the heads turn. Works every time! Fun fact? A vampire's eyes will lighten by up to ten shades brighter than their natural human eye colour post-rebirth. Depending on the purity of the bloodline, they may take on the eye colour of their maker. This was true of my Daniel. In humanity, he possessed pale blue-grey eyes. But after turning, his shade became a stunning amber-orange hue similar to my own! Beautiful if you have a strong constitution, but generally, I go back to my dark contacts. Here, I'll go get changed into them just for you:
There! Better no? Much more human! Have you ever played with contacts or make-up to enhance your eye colour? Come back and tell me what your favourite combinations are!
Hello 👋
So there’s this website called Archives of Our Own, I wonder if you or Mr. Molloy know about it? I figure Mr. Molloy would probably about it since he’s a writer? merci sweeties 🍬
Oh God - Salut Fyhk, You're so cute - darling, who do you think introduced the site to him? Not gonna drop any names, but it was probably one of my kind that created it back when FanFiction.Net and LiveJournal got too many written complaints about horny content. Back in my day, we'd write our friends erotic letters (with illustrations) that we could blush over... Now restless teens and young adults consume any kind of media and go off on tangents with biological impossibilities they categorise in alphabetical order. Genius really. Where else can you get a free literary porn fix at 3 in the morning? Support your fan-fic writers please, their filthy minds do God's work and there is a fair opportunity that a good handful of these people go on to have published careers in entertainment down the line. That said - I read that! And I absolutely did not do that with them or him or her in that position, nor with such vigour! You dirty little monkeys! How very dare you!? ....Don't stop. Wanna be my pen pal?
@natureofthedevil @theimmortalcourtesan @leliorisen @thepresencesantiago @bothbeautyandbeast @sanguineetaurum - Oh look loves, they're writing porn about us again!
Be honest, Maitre. Do you line your eyes with anything? Indulge in the greasepaint? Or is your lash line that sooty naturally?
Oh dear Anon... Did you just Maître me? Come on now, sweetling, we both know deep down only my coven mates have the right to that title. And your anonymity cannot save you. You're one of us. You know me.... Intimately... Such an endearment after so long. I'm honoured, flattered even. I've not been a coven master in over a century now. And yet... Hmmm.... no, I'd rather not say. If you know me, and I'm certain you do, then you also know that, like all of our kind, greasepaint and khol have now given way to a well-placed foundation and, on occasion, when I'm feeling fierce, a little smoky eyeliner to capture attention. Did it capture yours? Are you transfixed? Unable to look away? Do you want to come closer? I want you to. Yes, I bite... but tell me I'm beautiful and I may well reconsider...
While I haven't looked at that script in ages, I think the troupe would have a ball, especially under your devilish direction. But is it distasteful of me to be wary? Even before his sedition, how well was Sam Barclay treated as a playwright? And he was one of your kind, too. You know show biz, directors or your ilk can make or break a mortal artist like myself. (And in your case, break more than just my career.) What do you say? Can I trust the Theatre des Vampires to do right by me?
-🍇
Ahh Salut dear Dionysian Anon, Ahhh, smart... Very smart. I see the angle you play and applaud you for it. You are right. Playwrights in history, like many other artists, have been plainly ripped off and abused. Their works plagiarised and they not receiving a penny for their labours. This is cruel and in poor standing. Friend, I have been many dreadful things in my lifetime, but an outright thief of the arts? Never. Never. I would sooner shut down an entire production than I would put onto a stage a performance and not pay proper credit and recompense to the originator. That is a low act. And one I personally would be mortified to commit. Rather, the reverse - go through the history books, steal my work. Put it on the stage and give it your own name. If it makes you money now like it did me in the 1870s, then so be it! Good on you! I don't care. I'm a dead thing, anyway. Everything I do is an imitation of life I have no right to. I know this. But in saying this, rest easy, my friend. The Théâtre des Vampires has been closed for decades. Versions of it have existed globally under the name of "Dracula's". Fully immersive cabertes. The last I saw was on the Gold Coast, Australia, in 2016. Not a single one of my kind truly present. They thought my natural eyes were film-grade contacts and congratulated me on their placement. So sweet. Imagine my joy when they tried to sell me themed condoms in their gift store:
Credit: https://draculas.com.au/ Hey, safe is sexy, no? Listen, your play is safe with me. No pressure to disclose the script if you do not wish it. You're a tease, and I want you to... but at least we have protection when we need it most. Lustily yours,
@thepresencesantiago
Hello Armand!
I was wondering your thoughts on most vampires being victims of circumstance. That they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Caught the attention of the wrong person.
I'm sure there are exceptions but, well even Lestat's band didn't know they were kicking it with a real vampire at first. They definitely didn't seek him out.
And would you or any older vampire be willing to help out a newly turned vampire? Say their maker is unwilling to help or dies before being able to teach them anything, would anyone step in to help? I'd understand if you wouldn't, it's not your problem.
But what if...? Ugh I hate to put this out into the world but say I was turned (god forbid GOD FORBID) and my maker was terrible, would you let me come to you for advice? I'm very curious to know your thoughts.
- Cryptid
(I've not been turned! I don't want to be a vampire! No offense, it just sounds like my absolute nightmare)
Salut sweet Cryptid, Oh God forbid! The very idea makes me revolt internally. You know me now, you understand my views on things and how, for all our longevity, the setbacks to our species far outweigh the benefits to our livelihoods. My covenmates argue the point with me constantly and then are quickly humbled back into silence when the proof of their failings and my own are slammed in their faces. See this post here where a fledgling recently meant to engage me: 10th July, 2026 You can see from my return that I approach the new and uninitiated with caution and perhaps even some contempt. I cannot help that, for all my well-meaning and patience, the dregs of our kind, the hangers-on and power-hungry of no particular pedigree that feed on humanity without grace or reservations are like cockroaches. Excessive, disease-breeding vermin that perhaps can and should be exterminated with extreme prejudice. I know, this is an ugly side of me, but one I was forced to uphold as Coven Master in France for centuries. If the masses are not culled, they surge and swell in numbers and cause chaos to the natural ecosystem of humanity's delicate web. Sacrifices must be made or vampire kind could well spread like the most debilitating epidemic imaginable. We, elders cannot tolerate such a sordid disruption to humanity, for we are intruders and our passage must be suppressed and rigidly controlled. And yet.... I am not heartless. It is exactly as you say, and as Louis said. We are born of trauma. We are victims of situation and circumstance. We are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Few of us ask for this "dark gift" outright and survive its brutal onslaughts. There are so few of us now, many go mad, throw themselves into daylight or the fire. If the Devil doesn't get them, one of us will. For any number of reasons. We are as intolerant and disagreeable as you might imagine. But just suppose a fledgling is displaced and comes with open heart and soul to seek refuge. To learn, to better themselves, to master this savage condition... I will help. I have helped. I created the Night Island and the Théâtre des Vampires for this very reason. To provide safety, security and refuge in a world that isn't designed for us. Look at our Lestat, our Marius, they were captured, virtually raped out of their lives to be thrust headfirst into our darkness and for what? That wasn't love, I assure you. It was pitious, selfish. To mind a fortune for a while and then be discarded. I cannot abide such things. I don't have the stomach for it. I feel... I ache... I bleed like the next man. Tell me the truth: that your maker abandoned you, that you are cold and starved and lost and confused. I owe you nothing. But I understand... And I would bring you in, bathe and clothe you. Guide a harmless feed and give you sanctuary to sleep in peace during the day. We'd work it out together. We have to.... We can't all be the same heartless monsters, can we? Eternally yours,
@leliorisen @sanguineetaurum @veinsoflace
What are your nerves like? Do you think you could tolerate a female Australian Huntsman spider, fully grown to the size of a standard dinner plate, crawling over your hand without flinching? - A (@blackstoneangel - for Ask Me Armand)
I think it would depend. If I were to come across it in the wild, or wake up with it just on me, I would probably freak out. However, if i were at a sanctuary where they teach about such animals and insects, and I was allowed to have one crawl on my hand, I would feel safe enough to try it and not flinch.
Send me another if you like.
See?! You have nerves of steel! When I was a boy, the mere sight of an insect I didn't understand terrified me! I'd run about screaming, smashing into my house brothers, wailing and flaying my arms around, that it was a monster! A monster! And it had many arms and eyes, and it wanted to eat me; it charged at me! Oh, call the Master! He would know what to do! Get the guard dogs! Save me! ..... All of this fuss..... ....And it was a fucking grasshopper. Listen, I was young and times were hard. Don't judge me. Now, I adore insects and arachnids with the passion of an entomologist. So go figure! Never been frightened by another grasshopper again!
