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saw some riccardo art and i can feel the riccardo amadeo brainrot booting up again in the back of my mind palazzo. I need them to get drunk and kiss clumsily and drop coins from the roof onto fancy ladies' heads and make rude tasteless dick jokes and get chased out of bars

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ERIC BOGOSIAN in REPTILE, dir. Grant Singer

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sometimes you go down the rabbithole of online kink so far you have people being like “you think inner ear oviposition is a ‘weird’ kink? wait until you hear the nasty shit i, a real pervert, am into” and blog posts that are like “it’s so hard to find someone to dig a nine foot deep hole with when all the doms i can find want to dig a five foot deep hole max :/“ and then you remember that a sizeable portion of the population consider liking anal to be freaky

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me: wow im super sensitive and emotional right now. what the hell is going on

the notorious menstrual cycle:

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i'm calling this one the 3-for-1 zamasian thesis statement special

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i think season 3 of iwtv should open with lestat's after-party where he and Daniel are tripping balls. lestat brings people for them to fuck/drink from, among them a guy who kinda looks like Armand. lestat tells him "I brought this one specifically pour toi. he resembles your gremlin" and Daniel is like "shut the fuck up" but the next shot is of him snorting coke off of the guy's pecs

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I interrupted. You were praying.

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I have this headcanon that Armand knew Rashid was Talamasca from the beginning.

I also think they should kiss.

(Armand x Rashid - AMC Interview With The Vampire)

Full Painting Below

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the people need armand with his pupils all big and blown out and blood smeared over his mouth and dripping off his chin in s3

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I need whatever magic Eric is working, having all these pretty younger men fawn over him and calling him baby

I just love how comfortable they all are with him, and it's hilarious that out of all of these, the one getting babied is the oldest lmao

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"Blow me" being Vampire Daniel's go-to insult is so great. I hope someone does.

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loved the message dude. the little face at the end... fantastic. an "emoji", i assume. does he represent you or me?

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this is so self indulgent you can kick rocks at me but hurt/your chosen level of comfort (very comforting to no comforting is fine i’m just here for the pain and to look at him like a bug) armand with dissociative tendencies… my personal hc is derealization depersonalization disorder but Any dissociative disorder fits him… he’s the coven leader and the boy in the brothel and a frozen deer on the road and the vampire that can stop time and all of this all at once

Yayyyy thank you @ftm-will-graham this is also me indulgent

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The moment Daniel spots him in the crowd, everything goes fuzzy.

He can still hear the music, feel the heat of human bodies all around him, but they seem muffled, as if everything has been submerged under water and he's floating somewhere above his body, pulling the strings on his own life-sized Armand marionette.

He hadn't meant to be spotted. He'd only meant to watch his boy, to reassure himself (or to flay himself open?) with the knowledge that he was doing just fine without him.

He's afraid, probably, of what comes next. He's grateful that he won't have to feel it.

“Armand!” Daniel calls, his voice barely audible over the music. Armand watches his lips move. That's not me, he thinks. He wants the marionette, not me.

Lights flash above him. He’s aware of them and not aware of them.

If Daniel is here, does that mean Marius is close? The thought makes him dizzy.

He's seen them together. The first time he saw Marius since the fire, when he’d realized he wasn't dead after all, that he'd chosen not to reunite with his Amadeo, they'd been sitting together outside an upscale cocktail bar, Daniel with his laptop and Marius with his knowing smile. Armand still doesn't know what to do with that, so he leaves it alone, a memory floating in the back of his mind, untouched, unintegrated, only the association between his fledgling and maker woven into his awareness, without context or interpretation.

Daniel is coming towards him now, and for a moment Armand thinks he's actually floating, flying up towards the ceiling where Daniel can't reach him, but when their faces are a mere foot apart Armand finds he has only an inch on Daniel, and his feet are planted firmly on the ground.

When Daniel grabs the front of his shirt, Armand looks down at his fingers and thinks, Such beautiful hands.

He's not sure if Daniel is about to hit him or kiss him, and he thinks Daniel isn't sure either. Either way, he discovers, he'll let him do it.

Daniel leans in, but he doesn't kiss him. He presses his mouth to Armand's ear and shouts, “You idiot, he's here! We have to get you out of here. God fucking damnit, what were you thinking?”

Armand sags against him and closes his eyes. Daniel is worried for him. That's nice.

The pounding noise, the flashing lights, the heat, the press, it's all suddenly like flames on his skin, searing away the numbness and leaving him all raw nerves. He flinches. Daniel pulls away. Armand tries to hold onto him, shaking his head, but he feels like he's moving through molasses.

Daniel takes his hand.

“Follow me,” he shouts, and pulls him towards the door.

Outside, the night air is cool. Armand takes a deep breath, feeling himself come back into his body little by little, starting with the point of contact where Daniel’s palm is pressed to his own. This time, when Daniel tries to pull away, Armand succeeds in holding onto him.

“Okay, okay,” Daniel says. “Just stop squeezing so hard, you're gonna break my hand.”

Slowly, Armand loosens his grip, just a little.

“Thank you,” he says, and his voice sounds strange to his own ear, like it belongs to someone else. “I don't want— I'm not ready to speak to him.”

Daniel snorts.

“Nobody speaks to that guy,” he says. “I'm a Pulitzer Prize winning yapper and even I can't get a word in edgewise.”

They're walking briskly away from the club as they talk. Armand doesn't look over his shoulder. He can feel a presence behind them, and if he looks he thinks it might become real.

“I'd forgotten that about him,” he says. It seems sort of impossible, now that he's been reminded, but his memories of Marius, such as they are, are so deeply grounded in his body, in the physical sensations of his size, his weight, the gentle caress of his big hands and the brutal sting of his whip, the married sensations of fear and arousal which had been his default state for so many years. 

He doesn't even remember the sound of Marius’s voice.

Daniel leads him into an apartment building, downstairs into the cheaper basement apartments. There are noises of living coming from each unit, the smell of cooking garlic wafting from behind the door farthest from the stairs. Daniel leads him to that door. Armand wonders idly if he's being nonsensically superstitious, trying to ward against the very type of creature Armand has made him.

Daniel doesn't bother hypnotizing the man who answers his knock, just rips out his tongue and shoves him to the ground.

“You need to eat,” he tells Armand, as he bolts the door behind them. Another useless precaution.

The man is writhing on the floor in wordless pain. Armand bends down and meets his eye.

“Rest,” he says, and the man settles.

“Softie,” Daniel says as he drops to the floor on the other side of the condemned man.

Armand meets his eye. Together, they lower themselves down and latch on to either side of the man's neck.

Armand feels his hunger only when it is in the process of being sated. He moans, wrapping an arm around the man’s chest and drinking deeply. He can hear Daniel sucking too, and he imagines that he is not only feeling his own heartbeat and the heartbeat of the dying man, but the heartbeat of his fledgling too.

They unlatch at the same time, looking up at each other. Daniel’s pupils are blown, and his mouth is dripping with blood.

Without thinking, Armand grabs the back of his neck and kisses him, smearing the blood between them. Daniel makes a sound that might be a moan, or it might be a sob, and lunges forward, forcing his tongue into Armand’s mouth.

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Armand telling different people in his life he “hooked up with an ex the other night” and “i met up with my father again” and he’s referring to the same occasion

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Dick comparisons that end in frotting

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Why am I turned on by Eric Bogosian’s bacne in Special Effects? The things he has done to my brain should be studied.

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Dannyboy Molloy🎳