Do not go gentle into that good night

Mara 28 Multifandom, literature, anything that catches my eye Currently back on this hellsite after a sparkly diagnosis and a rekindled adoration for the monstrous Other in fiction. Tired.

[armand-arun]

[weekiexpo]

Daniel and Armand have a peculiar rhythm when they speak to each other. They can converse like any other two people, but there is a noticeable pattern that emerges whenever one of them wants something from the other, or simply familiarity emerges in their dialogue. Two minds moving toward the same point in parallel.

They do not exactly finish each other’s sentences. They seem to read each other well enough though.

Armand: Let me help you finish that job. Daniel: Yeah? A: Love between vampires can be one thing, or it can be countless things. D: I will never love... A: Like Lestat and Sofia. I want to be your maker. D: Finish the thought, Armand. A: I want to give you half your life back. D: Lestat and Sofia. A: Help you walk in the sun. I knew her as Gabriella. She's Lestat's mother. D: What? A: Lestat lays with his mother.

Armand: It was wrong of Louis to enter your memories yesterday. You were invited here as a guest. Daniel: Cell phones. A: You were rude, but he crossed a line. D: Artificial intelligence crunching improbable data. A: I offer my apology... D: How do you hide from the cloud? A: On his behalf. We should probably wait for him. D: Probably. A: He'll awaken when the sun sleeps. Your cell phones make you slaves to your fetishes and data retrieval is primarily about profits, so I suspect no one at Amazon is trying to sell us blenders.

Armand’s dialogue is continuous, cumulative. Daniel, however, interrupts and redirects. His words function almost like punctuation against Armand’s longer, more structured sentences. He does not follow the path Armand takes. Instead, he jumps directly to the important point, cutting away all that is unnecessary. Daniel tends to move toward specific statements, because he demands clarity and specifics. He is impatient. Armand's language connects pieces precisely because Daniel's language separates them.

Daniel extracts. Armand explains.

Armand speaks in layers, Daniel peels the layers away.

Their rhythm creates a familiarity that borders on mind-reading, they understand the direction of each other’s thoughts, Daniel's pattern expresses this familiarity even more so. He is more active in this familiarity because his lack of words shows understanding of Armand, which is such a subconscious act for the person who lost his memories of said familiarity, but its trace lingers.

There is also distance in Daniel’s style. Daniel gives the node of the thought rather than the path that led him there. His ability to jump straight to the point is part of his emotional guardedness. He is highly observant, quick. He analyses rather than reveals.

But there is progression from season 2 to season 3. Daniel is vulnerable all the time. He is someone who needs gentleness, he is emotionally incandescent, always close to the surface, always on the verge of something breaking through.

His pattern also indicates that Daniel is closed off from Armand, he is emotionally guarded, which just brings this vulnerability to the surface. He is afraid.

They work perfectly together because Daniel identifies the missing pieces or important details and Armand gives context, history, and connection, which is surprising for his character. There is an innate predictability in the way they talk, which hints at past dm as much as everything else, but this level of subconscious intimacy is fascinating.

[baker-chan-senpai]

someone on twitter said this gave "they saw you from across the bar and they HATE your vibe" and i have to agree

[televisionenjoyer]

I do think some part of this disproportionate anger we're seeing directed at south american countries stems a bit from a failure to admit that a country can be exploited while still experiencing the same flaws that first world countries experience. That being exploited doesn't make you noble and incapable of evil. There's racism in exploited countries. There's a ton of fascism in exploited countries (it helps the exploitation run smoothly). We have the same societal flaws that exist in the first world, they're just obscured by the fact that the minimum wage is currently around $250 dollars. And I'm not trying to say that having racism and fascism in any country is okay, but we should maybe question why we think global south countries have a moral obligation of being socially flawless (according to first world standards of what is and isn't socially acceptable at that) to deserve some fucking dignity. Exploitation is wrong, full stop.

[televisionenjoyer]

We're also in the unique position to be able to experience the same type of rationalization that allowed for exploitation and interventionism to happen in arab countries for so long with nobody batting an eye. "But they're homophobic" "They're misogynists" "They're jihadists" are just rationalizations to justify the unjustifiable.

[bisexualmindcabin]

And I mean, I'm reticent to concede the point that those flaws are entirely our fault, considering that every time south american countries get close to socialism and progress the CIA intervenes, tortures and kills our activists, and puts on fascist leaders. Sure, some people already agreed with the last dictatorship, but they killed everyone who disagreed and was motivating change. If they're not even giving us a chance to get better I resent the implication that that means they should get to exploit us even harder

[sonofcelluloid]

Book Armand: I’m only desired for my perceived boyish innocence which I very intentionally play up, but I despise everyone who falls for it. Such is my fate.

Book Daniel: Wow I look at you and see some type of freakazoid as yet undiscovered by science. An abomination, if you will.

Book Armand: stalking you stalking you stalking you wear this necklace iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

[todevilonesminion]

Amadeo, ca. 1525

Original Painting: unknown Italian painter, ca. 1480-1525, tempera on wood, 18x18 in.

Color and edits: me, digital painting

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If you’re a nerd, further information about the irl piece and my thought process below.

I was browsing through the collections of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, looking for any potential Armand pieces. No real standouts, until I found a curious entry.

The Palazzo di San Martino Gusnago (now Palazzo Pastore) lies just outside the small city of Mantua, and in the 16th century, it would have been maybe ten days travel from Venice (depending on how you made the journey). In a small room in this palazzo, you would have been greeted by an interesting decor choice: the exposed central beam and the upper portions of the walls were lined with faces. Portraits of random men and women, real or imagined--all done, it would seem, by the same unknown painter. There were once at least 44 in total, though some have disappeared and others have been divided among the world’s art museums. The Met has 12 of them.

The paintings have been studied a little, though not extensively, and there has been little consensus on who may have painted them or when. The Met has likely not photographed the pieces in decades, as no images are available in color. According to the exhibition history the Met provides, none of their twelve panels have been on public display since 1947. This may be because they're in delicate condition; a lot of chipping and cracking is visible in the Met's old black-and-white photos. Tempera can be a brittle medium, made all the worse on a wood panel that expands and contracts with changes in humidity and temperature. And so, these twelve mysterious portraits are stowed away in the depths of the Met's vast storage, largely forgotten.

Of the 12 panels in the Met's collection, I liked Number 8 the best. This, I thought, could be a very badly whitewashed Armand-- the face shape and features like the mouth and eyes could work, as would the shoulder-length dark curls, but the anonymous youth in the painting was much too pale, and the nose wasn't quite right. But then I remembered I have an iPad and rudimentary digital art skills. After adjusting the shape of the nose, I essentially used the same process as digital artists who lay down values in grayscale and then go back and add color. I think I ended up with 15-17 layers of various blend modes and opacities.

I didn't realize until after I was done that, in TVA, Marius dresses Amadeo in blue multiple times.

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

crying

[bloodyspector]

“There's a huge relationship that we have not seen any of, which I just love. And I hope that we will see it, you know. Which is Armand and Lestat. There's like a huge relationship there. There's like a whole world and a whole dynamic that has been an undercurrent, y'know, particularly in Lestat's life, that we have not fully examined for pretty specific reasons, for needed reasons, and some practical reasons which is locations. So we have to be realistic about locations that we can film in. So I've just been rereading the books this past week and it just reiterates to me how much I love Armand as a character. He's just such a crazy, wonderful character, and there is a lot left to explore there”

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIFklnwU6xc]

[autarkiia]

checking in on your pet journalist in one of the derelict motels you keep him in

ko-fi • insta

details and close-ups:

+ the song that inspired this art 😈

[professional-rat-eater]

Fareed clearly signed up to take part in some medical malpractice but didn’t realise he had agreed to work with Jigsaw.

[lighthouseweeper]

‘I never thought Jigsaw would turn MY experiment into a saw trap’ cried the man who was hired by Jigsaw inc

[maxwyl]

armand feeling uniquely and utterly alone and unlovable and wretched vs eric saying daniel would dedicate a karaoke song to him about how much he loves spending time together. what if i kms. send tweet

[holographings]

it do be that damn phone

crawling on my knees thanking assad zaman for making minecraft ipad baby armand go cannon

[opium-chamber-txt]

I’m still not over Armand’s confession at the park. Even if Daniel has no memory of their past chase-years, the impact it is bound to have on him is immeasurable. Imagine someone recounts your failures in life, all the dirty moments you’d rather not have witnesses to. Imagine you’ve unknowingly had someone see you in so many embarrassing moments, from picking your nose to being a downright shit person. And yet, they admit it without disgust and apparently love you? By the sheer power of that kind of devotion, you might start falling for them too.

[planefood]

I'd be down with more "modern witches" if they were less all about indigenous cultural appropriation and more about bubbling cauldrons and cackling into the night

[planefood]

"I want to reconnect with my precolonial european pagan roots" then stop selling dreamcatchers on etsy, you should be eating turnips and yodeling.

[utopianoverlord]

I Shall Name the Dead (dev. Tiago Rech) The Nameless Dead cannot be buried, their remains pile up in a mass of indignity. You have crawled from the gutter to name them. Explore the cemetery and uncover their names before the Worm eats your insides.

[vatilu]

Armand and Daniel as “Love” by Gustav Klimt but also make it vampiric and nasty

i can’t stop painting frames onto my digital art

[weaponwifer]

My favorite jokes are about mispronouncing philosophers' names but I'm afraid it's a nietzsche subgenre

[dark-magician-girl-meets-world]

But it can hit if you plato the right crowd