𝔱𝔞𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔩'𝔞𝔯𝔡

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐍: 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 ​🇦​​🇷​​🇲​​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​

[tahtalard]

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「 ✷ 」 TAHT AL'ARD » PRIVATE & INDEPENDENT WRITING BLOG FOR THE VAMPIRE ARMAND FROM AMC'S INTERVIEW WITH THE VA.MPIRE. SHOW & BOOK BASED, HEAVILY HEADCANNON RELIANT. EST JUN 2024 . SHE/HER. INTERVIEWED BY BIANCA (26+). تحت الأرض

a study in: the cruelty of adolescence, lying to yourself, eternal alien, finding identity in another, luxury & squalor, begrudging immortality, loneliness, pious guilt & shame, forgotten & misremembered humanity, rootlessness, a child masquerading as a gentleman, self-fulfilling fear of abandonment, all-consuming desire, childlike wonder

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[tahtalard]

threads i’d like more of/plotting ideas

non tvc vampires realizing how odd armand is. the theatre des vampires / children of darkness is wild

on the flip side, armand not being the biggest bad in the room. be that with other supernatural creatures or simply older vampires idc. but he never fears for his life in the way he COULD.

night island !! i feel like my visuals for it differ from a lot of the fandom & i’d like to explore it in really any sense. with anyone ahsjdjfie let me talk to you ab night island!

a headcanon kinda central to my portrayal is that not only did devils minion happen, but they recorded a BUNCH of their interactions; and armand has kept these tapes. so just interacting with daniel & armand’s recordings from 1970s-90s. recordings of travels, of movie reviews, etc. it can be louis discovering these tapes, daniel’s memory being reinvigorated by watching them, whatever. i just think there’s a lot of Drama here.

heists !! deep sea treasure hunting !! go be armand’s buddy & steal with him

cat fights !! armand de manipulator

let armand do experiments (torture) on your mortal (or immortal) muse. surgical experiments are ideal though he will settle for making you eat whatever he blends in his vevor food processor

redoing the vampire armand where he’s telling basically anyone other than david fucking talbot about his history

also sue me but anything in the boring in-between times. before claudia’s execution, armand in rome as a freshly turned vampire, dubai years.

[divinehr]

A RISK OF DANGER POISED WITH A PLAN, avoidance to capture her focal point when it came to engaging with those of mortal degrees. avoid being perceived, only to be recognised by the bygone faces of oil paintings. they would remember their faces long after humankind had faded from view, when dust settled on decorative floors &&. the sun poured through tall windows that dotted gallery halls. though her veins stirred with the excitement — the thrill of something fleeting. small in the grand schemes of their eternal lives, yet memorable for those who poorly guarded these halls.

❝ you have studied them, as if this were your plan all along. ❞ admirable, amusement formed in a quiet chuckle as it left her smiling lips. though she was not one to invoke fear within the hearts of mortals, those days lay long buried in the ruins of empires now littered in history books. yet she knew the galleries; their weakpoints, the shift changes, the little things visitors did not know nor pay attention to. ❝ there will be a shift change soon, marking a crucial timeframe to smuggle such a piece. i pose little threat to most — that might be a useful tool in this scheme. ❞

[tahtalard]

what luck ! slender hands continue their march across old companion; armand now a muse inspired ! let these hands carry the solvent-fragrant cross, a wide-eyed & stoic, visage found within gallery walls, unfortunately a man of suspicion. but company, growing in commitment, might very well prove lucrative. financial gains lifted only by the knowledge of slighting the under-cultured. twitching of digits over textured oil paint, sharp nails hovering over the shadows.

he nods to priscilla. ❝ yes. you will. you are comfortable mingling with the poor soul, whose employment is merely sand in an hourglass ? ❞ giddy, betraying centuries of stoicism; his words light + airy. to steal as someone with a beating heart might.

[tahtalard]

working on coming back here, in the mean time: some of the inspo i've been pulling from. really want to lean into armand as a monster / 'gremlin'. this post is mostly a word dump reference for me & the ways I want to portray him but might be cool.

the unworthy: agustina bazterrica. "the truth is a sphere. we never see it whole, in its entirety. truth is changeable, it contracts, implodes..." "[the cockroaches] are fascinating. i like to experiment with them. ... i squash them with glass so i can linger over their primitive, brutal frames". yes how this cult-like convent with brutal punishments aligns with the roman coven, but also the way the main character has this overarching fascination with cruelty (whereas many of the other characters see cruelty as a means to an end, she sees it as more experimental?) AND has this undercurrent of compassion! she is so easily moved to help & has this desire to preserve humanity, though she'd never admit. (thinking of armand feeling vampirism damns people, & his actions post-memnoch).

artificial angels: grimes. "this is what it feels like to be hunted by something smarter than you"

the white album: the Beatles. yeah especially while my guitar gently weeps ( i don't know why nobody told you / how to unfold your love / i don't know how someone controlled you / they bought & sold you ) sure because of the lyrics, but also the detachment principle that encouraged george to write it. ( & not to mention the idea of wealthy white artists picking & choosing desi philosophies ).

& with the white album & artificial angles you have this really interesting & creative use of sound, to kind of let noise be noise & not necessarily nice to listen to. i think that's the kind of through line you can find in armand's aesthetic tastes: a window into being indigestible.

[tahtalard]

recently read about slavic & asian mythos surrounding butterflies + vampires ( departed souls symbolism + a few species of butterfly actually drinking blood ! ). given armand's book & show background, i think he'd be familiar with this lore. i know i definitely want him to pull more from butterfly imagery. i think he may have a butterfly habitat ( especially in dubai ). some pinned deceased butterflies as well, hung on the wall. he likely saw the play m. butterfly in the early 90s & grew terribly angry he hadn't thought of that while in paris.

butterflies as fragile, beautiful things to be kept. that can experience cruelty. that can drink blood.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊.    (  a collection of various  location prompts centered around time & weather.  feel free to adjust as desired.  )

[ 1AM ] the stoop of a brightly lit psychic shop, pondering haven from the rain. [ 2AM ] the [ lobby / room ] of a run-down motel during a tumultuous storm. [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours. [ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. [ 5AM ] a cabin in the frozen woods, large fire raging under the hearth. [ 6AM ] a bus stop hazily lit by the rising sun, earth smelling of petrichor. [ 7AM ] a crowded coffee shop, patrons in a rush to escape the morning rain. [ 8AM ] a serene camping site overlooking a valley, air humid & fresh. [ 9AM ] a diner smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. [ 10AM ] a walled-in garden full of flowers, just as the afternoon heat sets in. [ 11AM ] an empty public playground, equipment hot from the sun. [ 12PM ] the middle of a sweltering outdoors shopping center. [ 1PM ] the side of the highway after your car breaks down from the heat. [ 2PM ] a bustling farmer's market ripe with produce, unhindered by the rain. [ 3PM ] a city sidewalk gloomy with mist & countless puddles. [ 4PM ] the forested perimeter of a vast lake, cold from snow melt. [ 5PM ] a [ restaurant / diner ], interior lights flickering under a fierce storm. [ 6PM ] a car interior, passengers stuck on a dangerously snowy & dark road. [ 7PM ] an outdoors event as the heat backs off, full of laughter & live music. [ 8PM ] the long queue of a club, impatient patrons stuck in the rain. [ 9PM ] the threshold of an apartment, knocking to be let out of the hailstorm. [ 10PM ] a windy beach past public hours, grains of sand mimicking the stars. [ 11PM ] the backseat of a car parked in the pouring rain on a lonely road. [ 12AM ] a pier on the cold, misty waterfront as fireworks are let off.

[toiich]

La Collectionneuse (1967), dir. Eric Rohmer

[lilyinchainz-deactivated2025072]

preserved bats in heart shaped jars 🦇

[be1ikesuperman]

can’t wait to see him again….. come home armand…….

[santriste]

ARMAND SPOKE: do i look like someone who knows what that means? @tahtalard

how many times do they show up, at some auction ... only acknowledgment between them were quick glances. respectable distance was offered each time, up until now he decides it could be possible to exchange a few words, maybe let the other in for a quick moment. maybe, this time he finds the interaction digestible. ' whole thing was saved and uploaded through the cloud, know about that? ' mentally he speaks directly to him at first. louis took his time, walking out the establishment with each careful step, in alignment with the click of his cane. there, waiting in shadows - curious hesitance ... was armand. they'd come around close in circles but never truly approaching one another since he'd left the penthouse. armand's silent persistence was loud ... but what was it now, crossing paths in relation to lestat.

it was another intensity to have faced one another with time that felt like nothing between them. he laughed, but it was tempered. creatures, both fooled by the modern vampire that got his story and ran with it. "you look like someone who can play pretend well, " it was passive aggressive as he came to a full stop before him, leaning onto his can while he looked him over. " maybe i thought you were in on it. with daniel, the whole time - or that you wanted me exposed, "

[tahtalard]

of course louis was there, in sleek leather seats, purchasing away at otherwise gauche material; in the same way that of course armand was there. inescapable; entangled into one another, + into a similarly lestat-shaped bruise. his lingering a hoped, and quickly proving successful, provocation. & yet, at the clicking of a walking aide, a familiar panic begins to take root in the pit of his stomach, nauseating flips & twists. there is no love to be lost; though, near-century of cultivating orchestrating managing affection has worn its neurological path. if they could, he thinks his palms might be sweaty. he’s not sure how he envisioned fresh words shared, perhaps over a hot serving of espresso or reminiscing while toying with one another's fingers; but accusations replacing his own thoughts as louis rounds a corner did not make the cut. a warmer greeting sours & stops in his throat.

the brewing pity-party, all wide-eyed stares at former paramour, is abandoned for memories of dubai, laying bedside + PLEADING louis to be finished with his journalistic suicide letter ( ignoring, of course, his own commitment to the opportunity of narrative rewrite ). ❝ want you exposed ? ❞ repetition comes louder than he would have liked to begin, + in turn is followed by a steadying exhale through flared nostrils. ❝ & begging of you, warning you of the danger of this, warning daniel the same. — that’s ' in on it ' ? ❞ thin lips curl around the phrase, shock in the form of smiling. ❝ please — ❞ though one eye leather-covered, amber irises make a grand display to roll past fluttering lashes.

[tahtalard]

BITCH !!!

[devilmass]

a crack in the marble. a sliver of the real armand, rod thinks as he's scrutinizing the way his thin features turn into something aloof right after, a flash of genuinity before it dissolves before his very eyes. a hand is pressed against his hip and his belt line, taking that question in and, without so much as a second thought, rodrick says, ❛  yer' forgiven. ❛

❛  yep, even for that thang that jus' came'a mind. that one thang that weighs you down, yer' forgiven for it. ❛ it's simple to him. it hasn't always been. ❛  yer' gonna get over it sooner'er later - migh's well get over it now. ❛

[tahtalard]

laughter takes over, in whatever gentle way emotion can 'take over' armand, contorting his lips into a peculiar shape. there must be something in the air; this is where louis gets it from: an optimistic confidence. he takes an unnecessarily deep inhale, damp air clinging to dead lungs. ❝ you americans. . . ❞ dark curls bounce loose from gelled-hold as the vampire shakes his head. rodrick's steady certainty keeps despair & guilt from possessing armand fully; too entrenched instead in fascination of quick penance. neat brows knit together. ❝ is it your victorious history? a proximity to violence? - life here seems to exist in black & white. ❞

[tahtalard]

idk if you guys have seen but I moved armand to his own pinterest.

[devilmass]

❛  youuuuu fucken liar — ❛

sin clings. it gathers particles to further it's reach, it grows heavy in the corner's of the room and becomes blacker the longer it's let to sit. sometimes, when he's familiar enough and present enough, rodrick can tell when people let their darkness in. he knocks his hat back an inch, lifting it up so it sits further back on his hairline. he grins right back, not at all accusatory. playful. like a child, this priest. ❛  s'the million dollar question, now ain't it. why don't you leave that prayer with me n' i'll see whadda can do. ❛

[tahtalard]

shock spreads across delicate features, leaving behind trimmed brows, now raised & a mouth held open. disbelief did not typically arrive with such warmth, & yet here stood blunt acceptance. it twists his expression. momentarily. before a beat takes hold of his thumb, tapping into chocolate-toned linen. feigned serenity emerges once more: a dance, between the vampire & his own doing. ❝ well, father. does not every man pray for forgiveness ? ❞ in another life, he could have enjoyed louisiana, arrived not shrouded in guilt-ridden clouds of europe. ( imagination can only take him so far, his reality as a stranger pleading to a priest too fervent ). despite all this, something more genuine tugs at the corner of his lip.

[divinehr]

MISCHIEF CARRIED IN THE ANXIETY - RIDDEN SOUL, it lay dormant. awaiting the perfect time to flicker with life, like a candle in the night's breeze. softer, quieter in hues &&. warmth. but it flickered within golden hues, her own lips twitching upwards with a sly smile. gaze slow to return to the painting; it was large, &&. expected to be heavy. she is not full of strength, it is feeble at best. the thrill, however, must pump adrenline through ancient veins, or so she hoped.

❝ heroic? what is it you have in mind? ❞ surprise &&. concern etched across marble face, a hand placed over her heart in a dramatic stance. brow arched perfectly, golden gaze returning to the unlikely adversy at her side. a partner in crime, no doubt. ❝ in order to smuggle such a piece, you must have some resemblance of a plan in mind. or we risk capture. ❞

[tahtalard]

❝ we can INSPIRE devotion in simpler ways than waxing on their inability. ❞ his former life, drawing mortals to christ through the recognition of fear; mortality's steady drum made louder through the alleyways of paris. stealing beauty to make it known came second nature. though, bony fingers reach to caress the dark oils ( no concern for deterioration here, the long-dead with no chemistry to mix ), gentler reminders light joy behind gilded eyes, not guilt.

the halls surrounding their escapade are still dark; even the gallery they inhabit is dim, save for the golden cast of stolen flashlights. ❝ we leave with the work. they'll remember only what they're missing, & when struck by their grief we'll return it. ❞ for a fee, of course. quieter, now. the impulsivity of ancient youth pushing against details. ❝ their security meant little on our entrance; neither should it on exit. ❞

[petaltexturedskies]

Clarice Lispector, An Apprenticeship or the Book of Pleasures

[storyendss]

Knowing Your Writing Partner Can Potentially Make Writing Together A Lot Easier

BASICS

NAME: bianca PRONOUNS: she / her SEXUALITY: man idk anymore. mitski voice: "i've loved many boys i've loved many girls" TAKEN OR SINGLE: MARRIED ! everyone say congrats NOW.

THREE FACTS

i have a thick THICK southern/Ozark mountain accent (bc that is indeed where i live). and while the American South is SCARY I really do love it and like. am a published cultural critic ABOUT how much I love the south and think the people/landscape/animals here deserve better. when i'm not here for a few days/weeks it is often because i'm out loving The Land! no I cannot swim but I will go nearly drown in some lakes or (more likely) go on a full day backpacking trip. it's beautiful here idc.

prior to being a writer I was a teacher. & prior to that I was an art curator. & prior to that i was a creative director for a local theatre. and prior to that I was on drugs. idk what the takeaway here is other than like. i'm pretentious?

i'm really truly terrible at digital design stuff but by virtue of all of my close in-person friends being visual artists I am a fairly talented painter! i don't do it as much as i used to but i really enjoy it. and have considered hand-making my promotional materials for tumblr bc actually adobe... count your days.

EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ): at least 10 years on tumblr. probably closer to like 13-15 years total online? and 15-17 if you count paper RPGs with my buddies in elementary school.

PLATFORMS YOU'VE USED: Tumblr is where I will probably live and die now, but I used to do a number of things. once I was in an X-Men rp group on Facebook and like 12 years old (writing pixie) and someone said "I bet she's not even old enough to be here" and I cried!.

BEST EXPERIENCE: mmm i think currently? like i have a much better relationship with Online and that comes from being older & not being so obsessive over media or the internet but also the way i have curated my spaces online? way less pressure, and like all of my writing partners are also adults now so we have legitimate lore built up and unique writing styles. idk it's very refreshing to get on and see just really thoughtfully curated content, both aesthetically and textually. & i've made some genuine friendships over the years and it's cool to have that be a reality now. tldr growing up makes everything better.

MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: this blog is like almost all ladies but really I like writing men just because... something about a pathetic man y'know?

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I really like the idea of fluff but idk how to write it. I struggle BAD. the only fluff I can manage is like, slice-of-life almost boring stuff? unfortunately that's kind of my bread and butter too. like angst is good too but man. something about just a boring ass thread.

and I can't do smut I get scared.

PLOTS OR MEMES: mmmm I prefer to plot first HOWEVER!!! I think memes are really an easy way to #connect so.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: long!!! long baby! it's fine if you write short replies, doesn't really matter or anything, but I just feel guilty writing long replies to someone's short response. it feels like i'm giving them more work & yet I can't shut up.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: used to be nighttime. one day again will be nighttime. as of right now I have an infant so whenever he naps.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): well. I mean yeah? I think that's what kinda draws me to them; at least an ability to empathize with them? but they're all very different outside of just being bitches so idk! i guess i'm closest to armand (who isn't even on this blog but whatever). not only in a traumatized/attachment issues way but like. i think i too can be a bit eerie and standoffish IRL. & also as a child i kept a backpack full of bugs and some of them i zippered in half & still kept them & genuinely loved them. & that seems like something he would do as well.

TAGGED BY: @ofbizarre TAGGING: @pluhribus @amatorial idk i haven't gotten a whole lot going on this blog yet.

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore