lamb

Take me to the stars He/Him 🇬🇷

[starryeyedangelstuff]

꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Hi! Im Lamb but you can also call me Angel

Please talk to me. Id love to hold you. In conversation, of course. Asks open:)

I draw!

Im a writer! heres my ao3

I enjoy theology, and talking about it, but am very quite about my personal faith

I listen to indie and classic rock and much much more

Im trans! And gay

This is my blog and I will do whatever I want! Stick around, id like you to

Minors pls stay away or dont talk to me

[glowingpinkinthenightinmyroom]

people asking why armand did that. have u never not been loved. have u never wanted to be seen and whole and wanted and loved. louis called him the love of his life. and then thew him against a wall and spoke to him as if he was a dog and left him. that was enough for him. he wanted to be seen. he wanted, for once, to be a person and not a thing

[hiitspussyhands]

As a Daniel enjoyer, can I just say, the racism is the point. The ableism is the point, the bag on her head as she cried, the student used aggressively, the estranged daughters. This is a boomer monster. Remember how he lectured Lestat's head on having carved out a path for himself? That's boomer talk. You dislike him by design, because he is a bad person and I'd never seen a so thoroughly boomer evil on tv, it's very interesting and timely, you just gotta understand that it's not a blind spot in the writing, it's intentional. Just like it's intentional that Armand torture Louis, and the shockingly evil ugliness of that. The ugliness of incest, of murder, nothing is sanitized.

They're wealthy predators, the discomfort is the point.

[hollowwaveremnant]

Assad BTS from Season 2 production. Armand, my Beloved "The Presence"

[starryeyedangelstuff]

Tboy maxing

[professional-rat-eater]

When you start viewing Armand like a teenager (as Assad said we should) literally everything he’s ever done makes sense. That’s why his decisions are so bad and he’s so impulsive.

He’s 517, but physically he’s 27 (but he’s also possibly physically younger than that and doesn’t remember) but mentally, he’s still that teenager Marius bought from the brothel. Sometimes you look at him and how he’s acting and he’s just so Amadeo. That’s why he often looks like a kid playing dress up in his dad’s clothes and why his mood changes so quickly. The abuse froze him as a kid even after he entered adulthood and then vampirism froze all that trauma and trapped him there forever. He never really left Venice. He never really will.

[blackstoneangel]

Ask Me Armand!

Beloved Readers, I have so much fun answering all the weird and wonderful questions you send to my inbox! I love reading over your stories, your confessions and conversation, both naughty and nice. So, let's play a game together! Ready?

Game rules are simple! - EVERYONE is welcome to play! - Reblog THIS post if you want a 16th Century Renaissance vampire still getting a grip on the modern era in YOUR inbox asking you questions about things on point, obscure or otherwise slightly left of centre. - Don't forget to tag me: @blackstoneangel to get my attention! It's sure to be a lot of fun and we might all get a good laugh! I'll happily reblog answers right here, so please get creative with me! Please note: As this is a side blog, all questions will come through anonymously, but I'll be sure to to sign off: - A @blackstoneangel Ready?! Let's play!

[st-ignatius]

the vampire lestat // the fallen angel

[feyd-meowtha]

It's a moral imperative that we write more sex scenes which are

Weird

Uncomfortable

Not good for anyone involved

[gracerings]

after two seasons of daniel being a dangerous player in the interview and outsmarting two powerful vampires with his wit, it’s kind of fascinating to see him so out of his depth now. he knows ball but he’s never played against lestat. he’s never met someone more stubborn than him, and on top of that he’s a baby vampire now! and lestat is using his inexperience and vulnerability to his advantage, beating him at his favorite game. how ironic it is to feel weaker now that you’re immortal than when you were dying

[fandiagnosis]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 2.8 | THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 3.3

[zombie-bait]

thinking about the horrific implications of Gabriella loudly fucking Lestat's body double while he actively re-lives his traumatic memories of being turned and assault by a monster who only preyed on men that looked exactly like him

[starryeyedangelstuff]

Hi! I wrote another iwtv fanfic! Heed the warnings

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[starryeyedangelstuff]

Doing research on DID and intent on writing about Armand.. big things on the way

[starryeyedangelstuff]

"Young Sherlock is full of too much witty dialogue" if I found someone who could finally think the same way I could, I would have as much fun as I could too

[starryeyedangelstuff]

OH. OH IM SO ILL. OH GOD.

[blackstoneangel]

Hello Armand!

I don't have much to say tonight, but I come with a small confession.

It's not a surprise that vampires and vampirism is appealing to me, and while I know you aren't a huge proponent of fledglings being made, I am undeterred in my wanting.

I know there are a multitude of reasons why a life with the dark gift is burdensome, and undesirable. My teeth still ache all the same.

It's good that I want it and can't have it, though. That's most definitely where the romance lies, in the idea, the intangible. I suppose I've really come in the hopes you'd indulge me in my fantasy.

Beloved Angel, You know me. You know who I am. What I am. What my thoughts and feelings are on the continuation of our damnable species. Passionate as I am. Adoring as I am. My capacity to truly love with all mind, body, heart and soul is so lesser now than when I was a human man. Time has tempered me in wisdom and experience. I know things now that, in hindsight, I wish I knew five, ten, twenty-five, fifty, two hundred years ago. Knowledge changes perspectives and ideals. What I gave to Daniel Molloy, I'd never repeat again. Ever. You know why.

But for just one moment, let's indulge this romance. Let's sink into this dark fantasy together.

Close your eyes and imagine…

We meet in the dark streets on a balmy night whilst the moon in high and the breeze is still. You can't make our my face through the shadows that fall from the brim of my hat. You don't see the way my nostrils flare at the scent of your blood as it gallops through the brilliant architecture of your veins. I don't see you… as a human being. A person with a heart and thoughts and feelings, nor trials and tribulations of your own.

What I see is a living bio-organism of insurmountable beauty, encased in a delicate silken vail of tender skin so sheer it barely holds back the perfumed heat of your lifeforce. My teeth ache. I pass my tongue against my gums to massage the throb and catch the wicked sharp ivory of my own fangs. Petite and perfect. Passed down through our carnivorous ancestry. Designed to pierce, hold, tear. God, I thirst. I'm parched. My tongue thickens in my mouth at the scent of you. The swirl of your body heat permeates the subtleness of your pheromone signature. From it's delicacy I can read your height and weight, your health, your last meal, your emotions, thoughts and feelings.

And I want you… So time slows between us. We pass beneath a cone of lamplight and under its glow your gaze is captured by the fires in my amber eyes. Now you're mine. There is no escape for you.

Twenty minutes later… And I have you in safely locked away in the penthouse suite of a luxurious hotel. It's unusually quiet. Because I booked out the entire floor so as we may be alone and undisturbed. God, you're beautiful. They way you move, the curve of your lips as you smile. The way your fingers press over my hands. You don't question who I am, or why you're here. In fact, you're convinced you wanted to be here all along. You've been aching for this moment. I'm your oldest friend, your lover. No one understands you the way I do.

I'm so cruel… I want to watch you. Preserve your memory in this moment forever. I sit across from a dining table with you, my heart and loins aching in unrepentant arousal as I watch you eat your last and most sumptuous meal. I love to watch you bite, chew, swallow. I'm feeding off the pleasure of your taste buds firing under the stimulation of flavours and textures I'll never experience. By dessert, my resolve is broken. I'm straddled atop your hips feeding you that lush, cool strawberry with my own mouth. I take your kiss and for each one you give me I offer five more in turn. Each deeper than the last.

I want to play with you… I take you upstairs to the rooftop pool beneath the celestial indifference of the stars. You undress me, I undress you. Naked and pure we enter the water together. We swim, we frolic and play. You come back into my arms and I clutch you to me beneath the warm water, listening to your final confessions. The satin timbre of your voice is locked in the chambers of my immortal heart for an eternity. I give in to desire. My lust overwhelms you and I there, beneath the open sky we make love. You don't resist me. I push your body through extremes of pleasure and in the wake of your most blistering orgasm I sink my fangs into you, draining droughts of rich blood so sweet and thick into me. Time slows dangerously for the both of us. You're fading… The more I drink from you, the cooler you become. Your heart begins to slow. Your grip on my body slackens. Your hands and feet tingle. Your vision blurs badly and I know you're on the cusp of blacking out. Your body's starting to shut down. Steady, Angel… Not yet…. Don't leave me yet. I need you here with me. You're mine now. Forever.

I tear a thin, perfect gash into my wrist, puncturing the vein. My blood infused with yours, entwined forever… I force it into your mouth. You're too weak to deny me. There's no pain… 'Drink from me…' I whisper. The words appear in your mind and its the last time we will ever speak with this Mind Gift.

By dawn, you have died. By dawn, you have been reborn.

I won't leave your side. I'm locked within you forever. As you are with me. I love you… I love you…. I love you…. And I hate what I did to you.

How could I? How could I rape your will and turn you into this? Monster. Your beauty is brighter that ever before. Your skin luminescent, your hair radiant, your nails like glass and your eyes… impossibly bright. You tell me you love me. That you need me… That your hungry.

I take your hand in mine. And I stand by as you kill someone… They were beautiful. They were just like you. Yours Immortally