#amelthebravennian

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

A hand sewn notebook stored in a VHS Video cassette box:

Just because your paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you!! Cautious words to live by, but unnecessary according to my current guardian. I should feel safe, under the protection of one of the ancients - child of two millennia as he's been called. My great grandpire (he hates that title I'm sure), Roman grandsire (hard to know if he likes this better or not). Blood of his blood. Hard to explain to a being who rarely has a hair out of place, let alone a whole personality, brain chemistry that that is debatable when you are out to get you. Overhearing the constant chatter from mortals and not always being able to tube out the noise. Intrusive thoughts, not always my own. Wired up to the vampire network also problematic. The mindwhammy force runs strong through our bloodline. I'm having a good week or so at the moment Dear Diary, pretty sure Marius will never find these notes. He doesn't really know what a video is I don't think, and is pretty polite even about perusing my thoughts. I tend to get a tingly feeling if he does, so far if that's vampiric version of a doorbell. You know like *Hi there having a peak don't get up...* or just a natural warning system. Armand would probably know...But I can't ask him, there's an important reason why but I can't quite tie the loose ends to recall why I can't ask him. Memory can also be a problem. So I might refind this notebook later.

[auburnandamberangel]

“What are five things you couldn’t live without?” 

Creativity

Loved ones (usual suspects if not living with me just around)

Sarcasm

Blood really - though leaving time between feeding has an edge now

Ruthless deep rooted ability and will to survive adapt

[i-want-my-iwtv]

@annabellioncourt tagged moi to do nine films! This was harder to do than I thought, editing them down. As an extra challenge, I didn’t let myself choose any that Annie did 😉. These are films/TV I love and love recommending to others, and if you like one or more of them, chances are we’ll get along ✨ In no particular order (other than wanting IWTV in the middle):

Only Lovers Left Alive - Tom Hiddleston is a Nicki/Louis hybrid, I love him, I love the dynamic between him and the other vampires, I kinda love how fragile these vampires are, and they have unique gifts. Very slice of life.

What We Do in the Shadows - also love the TV series, but if I had to choose?? IDK I NEED BOTH but only giving it one slot, so the original takes precedence, I love Vladislav. 

Jennifer’s Body - UNF I love this. I don’t love the official posters, but I really like this VHS fanwork by CratereanDesigns on Etsy.

Let the Right One In - the 2008 original!

Interview with the Vampire, of course. And I do not think it’s the Best Movie of All Time, it’s just one of my personal faves and a comfort food for me 💗

30 Days of Night - the delicious ANGST, ah my heart. I don’t love the poster, oh well. 

Good Omens - I didn’t read the book so if it’s unfaithful in any way, doesn’t bother me! I loved this series, psyched for season 2.

Better Call Saul - I know, not a film. I love it too much, and if GO is on here, then TV can be on here. 

And here I end with the impossible choice of favorite animated movie, and there are a LOT of them, but I have to choose one! What’s more important, beauty, story, music? Beauty and the Beast (1991) still holds up, after all these years. It might not be as technically proficient as Wall-E (another fave of mine) but it’s well acted, strong story, good soundtrack. I think what I love most is the bantering and courtship of Belle and the Beast, it’s so genuine and earned. IDK, call me a baby, I love it. 

Tagging those I haven’t seen do it yet, and I'm also sorry if I'm wrong and just missed your post, no pressure at all to do this, of course!:

@codenamecesare, @vamp4rebatscave, @xxhellonursexx, @good-evening-kiss, @eliestela, @0junemeatcleaver0, @wicked-felina, @cygnaut, @thevampirelestat, @tealightcandles1794, @monstersinthecosmos, @emileesaurus, @terryfphanatics, @loki-wants-an-army,  @sarahpaulsonsclown,  @theworidentire, @hekateinhell, @the-apostates-martyr, @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance, @vampiricmusicaltheatre, @radiatorfromspace, @kf-tea, @headfrst4halos, @mymillenniumpuzzle, @amelthebravennian, @carolusofmycastle, @auburnandamberangel, @elisaintime, @obsessional-ram, @nodominion, @compressedconstellations, @calamity-cain

(Tumblr didn’t allow the tag on some ppl so I’m putting you all in the tags below)

[vcsecretgifts]

From: @sheepskeleton

To: @amelthebravennian

Happy holiday season and a happy New Year! I hope you like my take on Amel, I tried my best! ^^ lots of love, Sheep

[xxhellonursexx]

On a warm night in Paris, Amel debuts his new body  to Lestat, who is about to straight-up cry. 

I’m really thrilled with how this came out, considering I was ready to kill myself over getting the stripes right on Amel’s seersucker jacket. It was one of those times I wished that the text WOULDN’T describe what someone’s wearing! As for Lestat, the text only mentions him fiddling with his lilac-tinted glasses, so the rest of his outfit is my own imagination. 

Request fill for @amelthebravennian

[fanatiquee]

semi-plotted starter for @amelthebravennian​

The night had descended some hours ago, but Louis was late to rise again, now. He preferred the cold, closed confines of their bed with the curtains closed - not his bed, but Lestat’s - even if he had to feign sleep to linger when his lover rose, and to endure the cool kiss of his mouth against the corner of his own, and his brow, in dispassionate stillness. Perhaps they both knew he feigned it. Perhaps Lestat sensed his eyes opening in the darkness when the curtains were pulled closed behind him again. Louis gazed into the fine silken canopy and felt the thunder cloud, lingering overhead, pregnant with storm, begin to stir again as consciousness came in earnest. The pretence of sleep abandoned him, and he was painfully awake without the steady, cold weight of Lestat to half ground, half trap him there. He lay in stillness, in silence, and darkness, until he could hear all the castle alive with footsteps. Then he rose, forgoing the fine clothing Lestat had chosen to pull one of his detested old, dark sweaters over his head, and sticking his feet in his scuffed leather boots, he slipped out, half a shadow, hidden behind the dark curtain of his hair. 

There was no need to make himself small. And Louis had always been much too proud for it. He walked with the same seeming unshakable confidence as he had two hundred years ago, in the parlour of Pointe du Lac, when he had been its unhappy master. No one noticed, or paid attention to him, unless Lestat did first. And Lestat was too busy entertaining his court to notice Louis, who didn’t even make for the crowded ballroom where some sentimental tune was already being struck. He had no taste for the company of other vampires, especially the young vampires that mooned each evening in the lush ballrooms to gaze on the faces of their illustrious ancients and their prince. The sycophantic politics had no interest, for Louis. He quit the castle entire; he moved in the darkness, under the glittering firmament of stars that studded the velvet sky like diamonds.

He hadn’t meant to seek Amel, and yet, he realized, as he saw him, saw the fiery spill of his hair burning against the silken darkness, that there was no one else he could endure to be near. Though they had scarcely time to speak alone, Louis felt a quiet kinship with the other creature. Theirs was a silent affinity, perhaps for proximity to Lestat, and for their shared thirst for knowledge. Louis had noticed Amel in the exhaustive library that was curated upon Louis insistence and Marius’ ordinance. But there was something else, and it was here, in the two of them fleeing the castle to stand among the stars. Louis lingered at a distance for only a moment before he approached Amel, coming to sink down at his side on the grassy hill, gazing up into the argent radiance of the starry sky. “Forgive me, if I have disturbed you,” he began, without looking at him, though he did turn his head, and after a moment, his emerald eyes followed, fixing on Amel’s face. Louis didn’t smile, but the corners of his lips quirked subtly in the suggestion of a smile. “I shouldn’t presume that you want company, perhaps it is the very last thing you want, now. Your solitude has been hard won.”

[everarddelanden]

What do you hate more, lies or secrets? Do you think there’s a difference?

“I would say secrets. Lies are there to spread and be used. Utilized. With secrets, you can do nothing. Especially if you promised secrecy to someone else. Secrets of your own are often a weakness. It is safer to live with lies than with secrets.“

[perladivenezia]

💤 - Everard, Akasha, Enkil

💤 - sleep with fully clothed, sleep with in underwear, sleep with naked.

She chuckled quietly “I will sleep in lingerie with Everard because that should be fun, I will sleep fully clothed with the queen unless she requests otherwise, and well... that leaves me sleeping naked with Enkil, doesn’t it?”

[thevampiremariusderomanus]

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

This is a hard one because he is so... stern in his expectations of others.

But I think the answer to that question would be Bianca.

She’s never shown him anything other than fierce grace and decisiveness. Of course, she’s cried, been sad, fallen apart, but everyone does no matter how strong they are.

Even at her most deferential to his will, she was nevertheless quick and bold enough to tell him when she thought he was wrong. It was her love for him that kept her by his side, and she wasn’t intimidated by him the way others could be. She was just “ride or die” for him, so she let him carry her through his many blunders with immense love, fire in her heart, and graceful bravery. Even her decision to leave him, which he never thought was easy for her to do, was very brave and strong because she was leaving everything she knew because she felt it was right. He appreciates conviction.

[nosferatu-pvssy]

It's a "DASH DID A THING" moment. Ahh, my sweet sinnamon rolls, I see that after so much time spent together the habit of being two faces of the same coin is hard to kill. ❤️❤️❤️

At first I thought that it was cute that their icons were so cute to see so close, but then @amelthebravennian noticed that the content of their posts matched, as if she got petrified in marble by him... who is the cause of her actual transformation in a statue, because if it wasn't for him she would have never reached that condition.

[auburnandamberangel]

Found this Picrew maker (Star Wars but lush backgrounds) on @amelthebravennian page - very nice and lots perfect for my fave fanged bb. Gonna do Daniel next. He's behind the camera in this one.

[caravaggiovagabond]

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Character Development “Hard Mode” Meme: send a number & character to my ask box  and I’ll write an answer/headcanon in reply.

I’ve briefly touched on this a few times before, but generally my opinion of Ivan is that he would have treasured his son Andrei as a blessing for his painting abilities. Living in such an isolated and religiously-charged community, to see supposed evidence that your son has apparently been granted these gifts from God would have been a big deal, and I’m sure that he was very proud of that and made it well known. As a father, however, given the era and Slavic culture, I feel as though he likely wasn’t overly nurturing in an emotional sense. I’m sure he would have offered Andrei the best protection and resources that he was able to, but his care would have been shown in a more practical manner like providing food and furs rather than a deeper emotional connection. 

I don’t think that Armand would have begrudged him that at any stage either; it is what it is and having been raised in that environment, he would have accepted how things were having not known any different. Although Marius was his guardian, he certainly wasn’t a father to Armand, so even being immediately showered by his affection when he arrived in Venice, I don’t think he would have felt short-changed by his life prior in Kiev.

[vcsecretgifts]

Thank you for delivering your gift, @amelthebravennian! Feel free to reblog/repost your delivery badge 🎁

[xxhellonursexx]

Let Amel’s enthusiasm for nature and life brighten your day! Shit, it’s good to be alive. 

(I’m not even going to pretend the outline for this is original. There was once a comic strip with a realistic rabbit saying these lines that I saw on Pinterest once. This is my tribute to that nature-loving rabbit!)

[violeteyedvampiremolloy]

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets:

🧜🏼‍♂️Looks around to see who may be listening or watching. "So...Here's the thing with all the revelations that happened recently, re Atlantis and all I really wish Mermaids existed. No offense to Replimoids, but they would be a scoop. No evidence so far and I've been looking to see among the supernatural peeps I've encountered."

[count-v-dracula]

Continued from here→x ;••••; @amelthebravennian

It was a wondrous place, no words in any language he spoke could suffice to explain this city and the overwhelming sense to devour every scrap of knowledge he could from it. The architecture, the numerous exhibits occurring all at once, the tangle passion of like-minds roaming about in this hive of intellect. Vlad’s fingers and eyes touched, read, examined at the encouragement of those managing the exhibits. He would be glad to spend the remainder of his days here if he could.

One exhibit caught his eye and even humored him, “Immortality: from Fiction to Reality.” They still sought to explain one of the most incorporeal events taking place in one’s body to be explained by science? Science was vast and offered many explanations for a myriad of topics. But for immortality? That was best left to another field...or belief system.

For a nighttime event there was quite the turnout. It seemed that immortality was this impossible dream that the world of the mortals clung to with an unwavering hope. That they could somehow bottle it, mass-produce it and distribute to the world as they did with everything else.

Vlad located the conference room and took a brochure containing the main points of the presentation, and seated himself near the back part of the room. His frame clad in black, his hair in a loose tail spreading atop a shoulder to see a lean man with a head of auburn hair--the presenter.

The event was littered with questions from attendees. They even mentioned Count Dracula. The discussion of him made Vlad smile fondly. He had left quite the impression upon the world. If he were to live forever, it was not to always be in the shadows. He was beyond pleased that he had left a mark upon the race of humans, that he had not become a forgotten figure of the past. If he was to never obtain life, he wished not to acquire anonymity. His thoughts had remained silent until a guest dropped a comment about death, where Vlad inwardly said to himself while keeping his gaze upon the presenter, “I don’t fear death. I fear anonymity.” 

How his thought was delivered was not intentional on Vlad’s part. Curiously, as the rest of the crowd, Vlad noticed the change of attitude of the redhead once his thought had concluded. His eyes widened in realization....the man heard him. This was not the time to uncover identities or secrets--Vlad remained stone still and averted his gaze only to look back up some moments later to notice the man apologized and dismissed himself into the depths of the museum. 

Attendees began to leave once they realized the exhibit had come to an abrupt end, leaving scattered brochures on the ground behind them while Vlad remained in his seat, still processing what he had inadvertently done. It had been longer than he could remember the last time he experienced that silent communication. Vlad finally roused from his seat and trailed after the man. But, this was no man.

As he walked in his search, Vlad fine tuned his senses to locate the other immortal. One room had a single light on and the fumbling of paper and footsteps within drew him in at the opposite end of the hall.

He hesitated for a moment before turning the knob and opening the door with care. One hand remained in his coat pocket, the other still wrapped about the knob.

“Who.....who are you?” Vlad asked in a breathy voice that was almost a whisper, his brows creating a deep crease where they met. “You heard me...”