gilberttheboy
gilberttheboy
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she/her | long time lurker till Interview With the Vampire drove me from the shadows
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gilberttheboy · 1 day ago
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I'm always here for some sensual paradise/garden imagery, and clearly, so was Anne Rice because there's A LOT in these books <3
Watercolours, gouache, coloured pencils
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gilberttheboy · 3 days ago
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Walked 20km today with a backpack which was FAR too heavy and all I got was these two stupid blisters (popped while walking !!) and these fucked up bruises on my hips from the backpack belt
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gilberttheboy · 3 days ago
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Assad knows the rule of three — three blind mice, three little bears, three ghosts of christmas — which is why he shouldn't have been surprised when one uninvited guest soon becomes three.
First comes Armand, who seeps into Assad's life like a bloodstain. It might be a tad concerning; how quickly Assad gets used to seeing glowing orange eyes in his peripheral vision, how willingly he lets his doppelganger study him like a lab experiment, how easily he surrenders to the slide of Armand's tongue in his mouth.
Next comes Amadeo, who bursts into Assad's life like a hurricane. The younger* vampire is a reborn Dionysus; he has the beauty of a Renaissance muse, the strength of a demigod, and all the misplaced confidence of youth. Amadeo is carefree in all the ways that Armand is cautious, loud in the ways Armand is reserved, and soft in the ways Armand is sharp. Yet he is just as fascinated by Assad. Was this how Amadeo could have been without Maestro? This older, kinder human with gentle hands and a pretty accent? He will never know for sure. But one thing he is certain of — as he watches Assad smile into Armand's kiss, pulling him closer, Armand's hand slinking up Assad's shirt, eliciting a gasp — Amadeo wants what they have. Armand catches his eye, orange reflecting orange, over Assad's shoulder, and smirks.
Last comes Arun. Small and skittish, he appears silently like a ghost. He is younger still, than what Assad expected. To know someone is to love them, but knowing what has happened to this innocent boy, to the pitifully young version of Armand and Amadeo, is heartbreaking. Even Armand and Amadeo put aside whatever chaos they were planning to make sure Arun feels safe. From Arun's perspective, this is the best thing that has ever happened — getting three older brothers who fuss over him and keep strange people away and teach him how to play mario kart. The fact that Arun is no longer interested in food and can only drink blood barely concerns him.
Meanwhile Assad is realizing that his flat is way too small for four people.
*Amadeo is like 21 because even I have my limits with clonefucking. But also he definitely tells Assad he's barely 18 just to fuck with him at first.
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gilberttheboy · 4 days ago
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Best things for a ship to have or be:
Horny
Insane
Religious/spiritual themes
Obsession
Age gap
Doomed
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gilberttheboy · 4 days ago
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My first stab at Loumand!!
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gilberttheboy · 4 days ago
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Any blond people flying into Toronto are immediately suspect and should be questioned heavily as potential Gabrielle or Marius actors
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gilberttheboy · 5 days ago
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Post that will be incomprehensible to all but a few beloved mutuals. If people want me to stop rpfing with the iwtv cast, I need more updates than the makeup artist posting pics of multiple packs of flavoured lip balm. Like what am I meant to do with that information BESIDES imagining all of them kissing each other and commenting on the different flavours.
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gilberttheboy · 5 days ago
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gilberttheboy · 6 days ago
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samssad nation we up
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gilberttheboy · 6 days ago
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if the Anne rice vampires had a pair of Groucho Marx glasses that would be entertainment for them for several years. a lot of them are from like 1750s rural france, their standards are not high
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gilberttheboy · 7 days ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACOB!
Jacob Basil Anderson (June 18, 1990 - Bristol, England)
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gilberttheboy · 7 days ago
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lestat, no!!! swapping bodies fixes nothing! a different body will not remove estrangement of self from the traumatic violation done to you and what you’ve done to others. you can’t outrun it!! you’re still lestat de lioncourt
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gilberttheboy · 7 days ago
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Someone should report this guy....
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Rate my prof reviews from that time Daniel was an adjunct at NYU
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gilberttheboy · 7 days ago
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Dancing in an Impossible Afternoon Light
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gilberttheboy · 9 days ago
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obsessed with how the fake rashid gag got revealed literally three years ago and wasn't really about anything beyond loumand dragging Daniel into their looney tunes trauma-recovery bdsm schemes, but it STILL has had such a profound psychologically effect on the general iwtv fanbase that even a spinoff show like the talamasca is having its ocs rabidly dissected for trace evidence of any of them being tvc characters in disguise.
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gilberttheboy · 10 days ago
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armand is not an evil genius he is a yes, and-er. louis said could you imagine me without the burden of her armand said actually now that you mention it. louis said was it you who saved me armand said uhhh yes definitely. he is not plotting masterful long-term manipulative plans he is just good at improvising.
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gilberttheboy · 10 days ago
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Assad Zaman in Salome
You want some Zamand bloody filth? Please look below the cut inspired by this gif
Armand took a bite at the inside of Assad's thigh and then leaned back just to watch him squirm. Assad's hands quickly go to cover the wound. Armand had bitten deep, and the blood flowed strongly as Assad writhed on the bed. He was taking deep breaths to keep from panting, but a brush against Assad's mind betrayed his want.
Armand lifts Assad's hands away by the wrists, latching back onto his thigh to lap at the wound. Assad's hips rise to meet him, bucking against Armand's grip, to get the fangs in his thigh again.
Assad tasted so sweet, so fresh and full of energy and warmth. Armand just barely closes the wound, before licking the excess blood off of Assad's fingers, sucking gently into his mouth. Assad pants below him, twisting to get friction on his cock, while his eyes stayed glued to the blood being sucked off his fingers.
Armand kisses Assad's palms, before descending to the thighs again, this time latching onto the inside of the other one and feeding properly.
Assad pants and whines, and twists his fingers in Armand's curls to pull him closer.
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Assad asks to keep the wound as a bruise, so Armand heals it just enough to stay tender at a touch.
He is delighted to come back to find Assad pleasuring himself, his fingers pressing deep into the bruise to stimulate fangs.
Armand slips into his mind, making Assad gasp as he whispers instructions and pleasure into his mind; letting the ghost of a telekinetic hands brush up and down, guiding Assad on how to arch.
Armand starts leaving them in odd places, just to see how Assad will contort himself to mimic the bruising feeling of fangs in his skin. His mirror is not only flexible, but he is determined, and breathtaking in his passion.
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