#intervieweird

[memcirs]

@intervieweird​ | x.

                         ( interview with the vampire had arrested eleanor’s WAKING moments since spying the TOME in the illuminated window of a local bookstore. she spent an entire NIGHT reading it, absorbing every detail with endless FASCINATION. not only did it provide such necessary PERSPECTIVE to her studies, but she found its history &. records of vampiric abilities to be surprisingly ACCURATE to her own scientific studies. though the world took it to be a piece of FICTION, the doctor knew it was transcribed REALITY as surely as she knew the pattern of spidery veins on the back of her hand. subsequent WEEKS had been spent searching OBSESSIVELY for the author, what little information she could gather enough to eventually discover a PSEUDONYM had been used. sleepless nights had lead to this moment - a potential meeting, an ADDRESS. a part of her felt CRAZED, almost manic, wondering yet again if her search was going to lead to another dead end, even HUMILIATION - for all she knew, eleanor would be PESTERING an innocent man or woman, a LUNATIC fan reading too deeply into flowery metaphors. but it was too late to turn back, &. her CURIOSITY simply would not allow for this lead to die - it is the closest she has ever been to coming into contact with VAMPIRES firsthand, &. her life’s work needed whatever information she could glean from this writer. ) 

                         ( hasty tread has lead to a doorstep. shakily, NERVOUSLY digits close into a fist to knock softly on the door. within the GRASP of her other hand was her copy of the ILLUSTRIOUS book, underneath a worn portfolio of documents; her most IMPORTANT finds, current draft of her thesis, hoping to go over details if this proved even REMOTELY a success. deep blue hues search the surface of the door yet hear no sound from behind, biting FULL bottom lip. after a few moments deep FLUSH colors her cheeks - a SIGH, perhaps of relief, when no one immediately answers the door. swallowing nervously, the doctor begins to turn AWAY, feeling foolish for having even come this far for seemingly NOTHING. )

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

                                         𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 '𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴' ?   / accepting

@intervieweird​ said :  𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.

i   literally   hate   so   much   that   this   is   so   on   point.   i   asked   you   to   roast   her   and   you   did   lmao.   this   is   ABSOLUTELY   her   type!! 

[moral-cipher]

🖤 >:0

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

"Beg him not to leave again."

[fiinalgiirl]

@intervieweird

“This place gives me the heebie jeebies,” she said in an incredibly matter of fact for someone who had he heebie jeebies and would, truly, rather be anywhere else.

She gave a small, forced, laugh. “Kinda nice to know I can still get those.” (It was definitely not nice)

[caravaggiovagabond]

💌 — romance/flirting | 🎵 — singing | 🎹 — playing an instrument | 🌷 — taking care of living things (does daniel count)

Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!

 - Romance/flirting Ok so like... this part of it, yes, he’s very good at. The actual relationship part, not so much. It makes a lot of sense that when you are essentially raised by the same person who is your lover, you learn to use that attraction to your benefit, so Armand was most likely teaching himself how to seduce from very early days, as soon as he gained a little bit of confidence. His appearance of course makes the task a lot easier for him, but in terms of personality he’s an exceptionally enticing character to be around; He has that ability to make whoever he is paying attention to feel like they’re the only person in the world that matters to him in that moment, and that’s a very addictive quality which a lot of people are prone to falling for. Then, once you add in his vampiric ability to influence the mind and create illusions, he really is a force to be reckoned with when he wants something - or someone. There’s honestly so much manipulation and trickery that goes into it, that I’m not sure it can even be called flirtation anymore, but for the purposes of the question, yes he’s very good at it. 

 - Singing He can sing... He was instructed in it when he was under Marius’ care... But honestly, his voice is very niche. Given his age and general disposition, I would imagine it to be a little bit choir-boy-like and a tad reedy. So technically yes he can, but you may not want him to. 

 - Playing an instrument Yes, he was taught to play the lute! That’s one thing that he’s very good at, even though he wasn’t overly interested in it. I imagine that he might have some basic vampire-level ability in piano and harpsichord as well for the sake of practicality when it came to the theatre, but while he would have been objectively good at it, he wouldn’t have played with any real passion. 

 - Taking care of living things No. Not good at it. If Daniel counts... still no. He’s a self-serving creature and his attention flits from subject to subject much too quickly to make him reliably skilled at caring for anything, particularly anything emotionally complex. His limit is around the region of fish and plants. He’s very good at providing everything that something might need to survive, but the concept of care is very much missing. 

[count-v-dracula]

hip + fingers + stomach + ear

{ meme } | accepting

Hip: Interest Fingers: Friendship/amicable Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/“Wanna go cause some trouble?” Ear: “I want you to hear me out.”

"All of which can be satisfied."

[perladivenezia]

😇 — following rules | 🌍 — knowledge of the world | 🔬 — scientific pursuits

Muse skillset symbol meme. Learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!

😇 — following rules

Ehhh... she is really good at bending the rules, like, she won’t outright break them or defy authority but she will see a way to get her way despite them if she needs too. She certainly won’t allow any rule to stop her from getting what she wants.

However, she will respect and follow rules if they are implemented/enforced by someone she respects and if these rules make sense to her and seem sensible.

🌍 — knowledge of the world

She is a worldly woman, she has the knowledge you would expect from a cultivated, sophisticated person that can build up an interesting conversation on a wide variety of subjects, drawing clever parallels and examples between different topics. She keeps up with the modern world and keeps herself to date with the news just as much as any regular person would. She doesn’t care much about politics, however. She knows enough about the criminal underworld to get herself food and fake documents. She has some basic idea of how life it’s for the average person, but she doesn't care much about it.

🔬 — scientific pursuits

Just as above, she knows about it enough to make a conversation. She believes scientific work it’s marvellous in the way it has changed the world but she isn’t a science nerd or care much for the specifics. She prefers to keep some mystery in her world whenever possible.

[teamreeves]

@intervieweird hit the 💛

“Wow,” Jesse laughed, getting out of the cab which had pulled up outside Armand’s ludicrous triple townhouse. There, parked halfway onto the curb, with an obviously triumphant Daniel leaning against the hood, stood what she could only describe as--

“You rented the Mystery Van?” 

[symphonyofmalice]

🚗 — driving | 👊 — fighting

((Muse skillset symbol meme))

🚗 — driving Nicolas doesn’t drive. Logically he’s had plenty of time to learn. But he’s just...never bothered? If he’s traveling he can fly or take a train (legally or by train-hopping with the other vagrants). Hell, unless it’s across the ocean, he can (and does) just literally walk- he has all the time in the world. He often hitchhikes, since he has little to fear from any kind of violent or dangerous humans. He doesn’t have anything against cars, he just...doesn’t bother. 

👊 — fighting Nicolas is good at fighting. He has brothers, with the expected amount of childhood roughhousing. Then he proceeded to have a life full of frequent bar fights. And as a vampire, he often goaded arguments and altercations as a form of rebellion. In certain (especially truama-related) contexts he’ll shut down rather than fight. But between his angry outbursts and general spiteful philosophy, he fights a lot, and he fights dirty. 

[fanatiquee]

@intervieweird​​ said: 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯.

The room was halfway between Sheridan and Silverdale, and Louis had been driving the last fifty miles while Daniel smoked and scribbled in the notebook that had lived in his back pocket since the week before. There was a near silence. A lull in which Louis could hear the electric hum of the television, the low static of the speakers as they dully hummed where he’d turned the sound all the way down - not off, but down - so that Daniel, writing a room away, wouldn’t be overcome by the stream of flash advertisements and crows of jeopardy. The screen trembled again with the long traveling line that flew down it, an equatorial flurry of snow that distorted the image. For a moment, words warped, heads were separated from necks, before being reunited on the other side. Louis drank all of this in until the very moment the typewriter’s furious clacking ceased, and Daniel’s voice rose to meet him. 

His eyes swung upward, finding him in the doorway between the secluded bedroom and the smaller lounge. He was backlit by the yellowing fluorescents, and Louis saw him glowing golden at the edges, the halo of wheatblond hair on his hair sticking up in all directions from the traverse of his fingers. He was wearing another of his band t-shirts, this one stretched at the neck so that a down of chest-hair was barely visible. He could have been any man in his blue jeans, leaning on his elbow, hips cocked to one side, head hung-low, but for the violet eyes which made up for it. They had a radiance of their own, they were vampire eyes, and as they fixed themselves on Louis, and he was swallowed by them. 

Daniel could have said anything in that moment, and it would have winded Louis the very same. But these words were half a barb, and the elder vampire’s dark brows tightened, giving his emerald eyes a heavy-lidded resoluteness. His lips parted before words came to them. “A different person,” he echoed thoughtfully, and though there was no hint of a question in it, it seemed he was almost clarifying it with himself, both contemplating it, and affirming what he’d heard. “Do you find me so changeable, Daniel? I thought that we were incapable of change, it is in our nature to hold doggedly to the same principles, to the same places, perhaps it is that you know me, now, better than you once did, perhaps it is simply your perception of me which has changed,” Louis answered, and then, in a repetition of one of his favourite of mortal gestures, he gave a shrug of his narrow shoulder. He was swallowed in the blue Salt Point California sweater, the material pushed back to his elbow. “Who am I, now? When you look at me, who do you see?” He asked, softly, the sibilance of the words husking against the unwieldy, pearlescent fangs.

[desanctii]

@intervieweird​ said: “ i hope we’re not disturbing your family. ”

The glib remark tightened Santino’s fist, balled in the reporter’s starched shirt as he dragged him along. Long-legged as the boy was, he had to stumble over himself to keep pace sideways. They rounded the corner to the small alcove behind the restaurant, run muddy thanks to the city not bothering to blacktop this dead end. There he shoved him forward, away from himself. The warm light that filtered out through the windows streaked across the glistening ground and outlined the profiles of the two men as they stared at each other. 

“You journos got some damn nerve, showing up at a fucking wake.” He snapped, though it seemed that he was not terribly affronted by the action, rather by the repeated offense. “Your boss not tell you to watch your step out here? What’re you doing, rummaging through our bins like some mangy alley cat? Peepin’ through windows?”

[everarddelanden]

1 & 9!

➊ How many ships do you have on this blog? 1??? Everard/David is the main ship that’s been sailing for 1,5 solid years. I don’t know if Everard/Rhosmandes counts as a ship, despite it's intensity.

➒ Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few? Yes!!! - Had a blast with the whole elaborate scheme of setting Allesandra on fire with @the-mad-old-queen, @dark-eyed-elegance and @immortal-gentleman. - I love the ‘You are not a Monster’ thread I had with @amelthebravennian which dove deep into Everard’s relationship with killing and repentance. - The Christmas thread with @rhoshamandes and @agnusdeisanctus was a keeper. - And had some insightful, character-shaping conversations with Santino.

[sangcreole]

[cheerfully] ‘i am in trouble!’

Fleabag Starters // Accepting

A brow is raised, though Louis can’t be bothered to look up from his book just yet. He can hear the absolute glee in Daniel’s voice, but doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of any dramatic reaction (though try as he might, he can’t help it as the corner of his lip begins to turn upwards in a slight smirk). Daniel’s antics may be exhausting, but Louis would be lying if he said he didn’t love this kid’s moxie. 

“When are you not in trouble, is what I’d like to know.” He finishes the paragraph he’s on, then glances up at the young man with an expectant expression. “Right, what is it? I’m not saving you from Armand again, heaven help you if you so much as scratched one of his vinyls.”

[moral-cipher]

❝ Seven years and you don’t know what it does? ❞

Armand frowned, caught out. "I don't meddle with Benji's equipment." Truth be told he generally avoided the room Benjamin used as a recording studio altogether.

[a-misunderstanding-my-love]

‘  call  me  friend ,  but  keep  me  closer .  ’ - intervieweird

“I have a feeling your maker might object.” 

[caravaggiovagabond]

★

Send me a ★ and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[x] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back.

[x] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] YES.

[x] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[x] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.