#i need to put him under a microscope and study him like a bug

[mollyuri]

normal things to say by a normal guy to a guy he has a normal relationship with :)

[aphel1on]

gojo time travel. gojo time loop. gojo future vision. gojo dimension travel. ok excellent. now put my disaster man getou in situations

[theotherpacman]

laios: kabru is so smart and cool and nice to me :) im so glad we're friends :)

kabru: I need to study him under a microscope I need to squash him like a bug I need to step on him. I need to beat the shit out of him I need him to bleed on me. I need him to shut the fuck up for once in his damn life I need him to explain in detail what exactly is fucking wrong with him I need him to let me sleep in his bed and stare at him all day long. I need to put my hands on him I need to strangle him to death. I need to bite him I need him to bite me. I need

[starriekaede]

JayVik x GN!Reader

CW- slight jayce jealousy, viktors part has light degradation and uses the word 'whore' once toward reader, inspecting body briefly. animalistic (?) jayce (but verbally so sweet)

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Viktor would dominate you verbally and give you the illusion of physical domination. He loves having you on your stomach, laying over top of you to fuck you deeply. He is able to put his weight on you and distribute the rest on his good leg and forearms. You both know you could probably flip Viktor over but to position, the pressure of his weight, he feeling of his breath, deep rumbles coming from his chest as he whispers sweet and dirty things to you.

"Oh sweet girl... taking me so well. You look so sweet like this, all squished into the mattress..."

But he loves to get a little mean as well...

"Look at that face... such a little whore for me and Jayce aren't you?"

He would growl and pant as he puts more force, letting gravity help him fuck into your harder. All you can do is desperately angle your hips back to give him better access.

Even when you are on top, riding viktor he still maintains control and makes you feel weak and vulnerable to him. He keeps your legs spread wide, staring at and admiring your hole taking him greedily. He will degrade and embarrass you if you cover your face or hide yourself.

"Can't even follow these simple instructions love? I said i want to see everything. You know how I love to inspect every inch."

He makes you feel like a bug under a microscope. Prodding, pinching, spreading every part of you wide, wanting to see how you react and learn your body. Studying it like a map. This alone is enough to make you vulnerable and pliable, submitting to him with ease.

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Jayce however, will dominate you physically in every way possible. He is capable of manhandling you and tossing you around. He will bend you into every position, fucking you like he needed it to survive.

Hes a bit animalistic when he gets into it. Growling, marking your skin with bites, and generally just fucking you with so much raw power. However, unlike Viktor, it is quite hard for him to be mean to you verbally.

"Ohhhh my sweet sweet darling. You look so perfect taking me like this. Fuck... I'm sorry I'm being so rough. You know I can't help it right?"

He whines these words so sweetly as he pounds into your like an animal. He loves putting you into positions he knows Viktor can't do. He will fuck you while standing, he'll do doggy for hours, he will even hold you in his arms, a leg draped over either arm, while he pounds into you.

"Fuck. Ohhhh you are so tight. You fit me perfectly don't you honey~"

He loves watching your face contort as he fucks you in different ways. He wants to see how many different sounds he can force out of your pretty little mouth.

[the-irrelevant-trumpeter]

anyway as you know i’ve been getting into smosh recently, and i’m really just. shayne topp the man that you are.

is this a safe space to admit to a crush on a white blond cishet man

[professional-rat-eater]

I need people in the IWTV fanbase to realise that you can appreciate a character in all their complexities and enjoy their precense in a story and still wish they had a slow, painful death scene. For non-book readers, I hope to be able to clarify a few things about why a certain character is so hated.

Keep reading for more nuanced Marius de Romanus slander:

I feel like I post at least once a day something about hitting Marius with a car or something and I do it mainly because it’s funny but it’s also because there is a very valid reason he is where a lot of people draw the line, despite the scale of morality in gothic literature being utterly different from that of pretty much any other literature, and drastically different from real life.

I love him for what he brings to the story. He is fascinating and I am excited to see him in season 3. He’s a brilliant character and I want to put him under a microscope and study him like a bug. He is still absolutely vile even for Anne Rice, something she even hints at here and there in her work.

I could go on and on for days about him, but to keep it short (edit: I lied), he met Pandora when she was ten years old and he was twenty five. What makes him particularly sick is nothing to do with vampiric morality, which we’ve seen is completely different, within the world of the books and show, from human morality. We get onboard with Lestat because we get to know him as a human and then watch how he changes as he gets used to being a vampire. Lestat was not a monster when he was human. Marius was.

If you disagree with that, you can think so if you wish as I do not currently possess the ability to control other people’s thoughts (but as soon as I do, I’m coming for you!) but please do not try and make excuses for him on that topic. Most people will not be open to that sort of debate. I know I’m not. Pandora was a baby. He should not have felt anything towards her other than a desire to protect her as a parent might. Yes, yes, gothic morality. But you need to understand that that is just too much for most people.

And you know who else was a baby, especially in comparison to Marius? Armand. Armand, who grew up to do awful things because of how he was treated. He was already being taken advantage of (to put it lightly) before he met Marius. If Marius had cared selflessly for Armand, he would have taken him from that brothel and tried to help him heal from the trauma. That is what real love would have been. You should not look at broken children and think to make them your lovers. All he was was yet another grown adult taking advantage of a boy whose spirit had been utterly shattered by what he’d endured.

(I’m not suggesting that should have happened or it would have been better, but I dislike the insinuation that Marius’s love for Armand was anything other than exploitative. It can be sincere, and still exploitative. I believe he meant it. I also believe he fucked Armand up more than he already had been.)

Murder in a fictional setting can be justified and overlooked, but as soon as anything involves children, you have to accept that you will lose a lot of people, even in gothic literature. That sort of relationship may have been more normalised thousands of years ago, but there were always people who objected to the concept. Even within the narrative of Anne Rice’s books, Marius’s actions are called out here and there (usually subtly) so even there, they are questioned. Compare him to someone like Lestat (I only mention him because for whatever reason, people like to group them together as irredeemable characters???).

Lestat’s actions are deeply toxic but people still like him because we understand why his behaviour is the way it is. As dreadful as what he does is, we are endeared to him because of his suffering and follow his journey as a vampire. He is twisted, but he is behaving according to what his trauma has turned him into. Armand is another example of this. Vile behaviour that is a believable response to trauma. There comes in the gothic morality again. We love them and know they are awful at the same time.

It is not that you cannot like Marius or characters like him. I do like him very much as a character, but you have to get on board with the idea that most people never will. The lines he crosses are unlike many of the others crossed by different characters. No one looks at Madeleine and Claudia and thinks it’s weird because Claudia is not actually a child. Armand was. Pandora was.

I could honestly make a separate post about book!Louis too and why I think the changes from the book were necessary to make people actually care about him, but it is similar. Harming/exploiting children and anything to do with slavery is a hard line a lot of people draw. Marius is still a multifaceted, interesting, complex, humanised character, as all Anne Rice vampires are, but he is deeply disliked for a very good reason. People cannot switch off how they feel about what he did, even if they are invested in the story.

(But also let’s be thoughtful about this type of discourse. Do not look at anyone whose favourite character is Marius and assume they are a bad person. He is a great character, he is just not to many people’s tastes. They likely just find him deeply interesting which he is.)

Anyway, after he gets his screen time and we reach the end of the show and he has gotten his chance to chance screen time, I vote we tie him up and treat him like a piñata.

[kitmoss]

Zedaph is Once Again being completely unhinged and doing stuff No One Else ever could, and this time it's by starting off with his hotbat entirely locked and unusable

yes. the whole thing. and the way to unlock it- and this goes for one lock at a time- is to sacrifice a diamond

and this might not be such a hassle if he didn't, you know, lock his whole hotbar away. but hey, he can probably find some in a chest or ask a hermi- oh, no, nevermind, he's going to mine with creepers

fucking. insane ass man. no one on the entire planet can do it like him. can we put him under a microscope or something i need to study him like a bug

[capn-twitchery]

OC smash or pass!!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

tagged by: @esteemed-excellency & @the-dye-stained-socialite (sorry double tag)

ok grace's turn 🫡 (is it cheating to use the arctic explorer art bc he looks cooler in it? i'm gonna anyway)

name: lieutenant edward grace

age: mid 30s somewhere

gender: just a guy

sexuality: aroace but he doesn't know that

🌨 pros:

will be so niceys to you. and everyone else. you can bring him home to your grandma and she will approve of him bc he is very polite

courteous, chivalrous, wants to help in any way he can. ridiculously eager to please

surprisingly romantic!! but old fashioned about it. hand kisses, love letters, little gifts, that angle. you will be getting pride & prejudice-ass letters if you're with him long enough

flexible, but usually a service top. his letter signoff is "your obedient servant",,,,, you get the picture

that one "i like kissing polar explorers they kiss like they're hungry" post that lives in my head 24/7

fine military carriage the Tits™

❓❓vague mystery class zone

needs to be wined and dined first, sorry, he is shy & too much of a gentleman. but it should be a nice enough date

shy. takes a bit to warm up to people before he stops being a stuffy victorian era stereotype

mutton chops

🌨cons:

he's awkward. he is trying his best but he's still awkward. :( negative persuasive modifier. sorry grace

haunted by the horrors 24/7. nightmares 8. anxietyx10000. melancholy 100. terrible sleep. his ass needs to be in the royal beth. no he won't talk about it tho (he's fine!)

self confidence does not exist. eaten by guilt

people pleaser to the level he entirely forgets about himself

stands like a pigeon (it does mean he wears a corset tho. silver lining!)

[insufferable-coolkid]

all the striders need hugs

im gunna give them all hugs. and put them under a microscope and study them like bugs. give them all bow ties and comically large lolipop.

but not Bro i dont like him

[actualbird]

[spoilers up to tot main story 11.2] thinking about jerome adams makes me feel like im experiencing a fever dream. prior to main story 11, i was under the impression that he was immensely unnerving, definitely among the game's Big Bads, would probably experiment on children with a ^_^ expression on his face and whatnot. but now AFTER main story 11 im like.....HUH??? im now wondering if hes a Big Bad or if hes instead a lower level antagonist under the thumb of even Bigger Bads (what with how wilson sorge talked about him in such a controlling manner), im wondering if hes just as much of a puppet as all the matters and issues hes got his fingers in, im wondering even if hes being played just as much as he seems to be playing with the nxx investigation team. but, above all, i am struck by

how hes HONESTLY A HILARIOUS GUY IN THIS CHAPTER. like, hes still VERY unnerving and still has disconcertingly ambiguous motives and actions but also like. man lives in a mid apartment that wouldnt feel out of place in the "bitch, you live like this?" meme. he has encyclopedic knowledge about discount promos and vouchers and will happily ramble about it all to unsuspecting strangers and mc (much to her paranoid and stressed displeasure). he got arrested and then released because he was the one being reverse-robbed (????).

hes baffling. im thoroughly baffled. i need to put jerome adams under a microscope and study him like a bug. what is your DEAL

[peachyfnaf]

gamers its like 11 in the morning and im being unwell over nexus again /pos

They are just a walking tragedy and I love it. They have been pushed and pulled in every which way since creation, a ticking time-bomb made for the narrative to string along with promises of being enough, like a pig being led by a carrot on a stick. They make me JKFHSDF RAHHHHH

From the moment since being made they had to fill Old Moon's shoes. Whether or not the other celestial's wanted them to do that didn't matter to them because that's what Nexus felt like they had to do. They had to live in Old Moon's shadow and walk along the path his much bigger footsteps treaded, even if he has no idea how. And he has to do all that while still being better then him, in almost every way.

And things were going well, for a while!!!

But then Solar died. His chosen Sun. (and Nexus' and Sun's relationship w one another is a wholeee other thing I could get into because I also need to study that like a bug under a microscope kfhdsffs). So, as any Moon does when they lose their Sun, he started spiraling.

And he wasn't going to ask for help- no other Moon he's seen asks for help. Why would he ask for help?? Besides, he doesn't want to burden the other's with his problems when they're obviously suffering from Solar's death, too. And ofc Dark Sun was prolly doing something at this time as well- the hallucinations conveniently starting when Nexus was starting to tip, Dark Sun putting those virus chip things in Eclipse's/Ruin's heads, Nexus being open and vulnerable whenever he went to visit Old Moon in his head for the first time, the perfect timing of Dark Sun being there to scoop up Nexus at his lowest moment, when he was alone and floating in space.

AND now what Nexus is doing now. How do I word what I wanna say about him... He is like a walking unhealthy coping mechanism. Ik a lot of people (me included) have said they can relate to Nexus in some way, and what is going on rn truly makes me think of a "What If" scenario, a "What If" of what if everyone who relates to him chose to cope in a much worse way instead. He is choosing to do the wrong thing because it makes him feel free. Because it brings him comfort, in a way where he doesn't have to feel remorse about what he's done and what he's going to do. He is, to be blunt, going apeshit.

AND I LOVE IT BECAUSE WHO HASN'T WANTED TO GO APESHIT IN THEIR LIFE BEFORE??? He is making the wrong choices. And I want him to be stopped from doing that. I want him to be saved. I don't care if it's Solar or Sun or Ruin or whoever else, I want him to be smacked in the face with being alone again after Dark Sun inevitably betrays/abandoned/leaves him, and I want his ass to be scooped up and dragged back into the family kicking and screaming. And I want apologies from all sides, because while Nexus fucked up, so did the celestial's in their own way. I want him to feel the hurt he caused by betraying the family. And I want the family to feel the hurt they caused by locking him in a cage and throwing him into space. I want them all to feel regret and remorse for things they've done and can never take back.

Oh and I want him to cry. points at nexus. wail, motherfucker /aff

[patchesproblem]

Watching Better Call Saul and Jimmy is such a specimen. I need to put him under a microscope and study him like a bug in a terrarium.

[searchingforgravity]

Graceland Experience - PART 4

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You finally have free time to try and make it back to your own time. Unfortunately, your first attempt wasn't a success. You will not be deterred

TW: None

Word Count: 1657

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! More is soon to come.

Finally, you have a moment to yourself. It has been two days since you've woken up completely disoriented in Graceland.

Since waking up, you've discovered that it is the year 1961 while casually looking at a morning paper, you have no idea how you got here, and you need to find that out as soon as possible. Everyone seems to assume you are a crazy fan with amnesia, and you are hoping to play on the amnesia part for as long as you can. Long enough, at least, for you to find a way back to your own time.

Sonny, being at the forefront of believing the crazy fan idea, is still keeping a close eye on you. Just the other day he was interrogating you, seeing if you would crack unti Elvis had to tell him to stop. You feel as if he's just waiting for you to remember everything and go crazy for Elvis. An intriguing idea. But for today, you need to figure out how exactly you got here.

As Elvis is in the jungle room rehearsing for an upcoming film, now is your perfect opportunity to figure that out. Sonny has taken up the task of keeping a close eye on you periodically. Every twenty minutes, to be exact. Which means you have around eighteen minutes to look around the living room before he gets back.

Turning your attention to the couch, you hurriedly walk over to it, feeling the exact spot you sat on about a week ago now with the palm of your hand. It doesn't feel strange; no electrical buzz that you were hoping for. You aren't sure how this whole time travel thing works, but something tells you it's going to be a little harder than how they show it in the movies. But you have no ideas. Maybe if you sit down in the same position as before, it could work? It's worth a shot.

Assuming the position you took last before you came to be in 1961, you put your head in your hands and slouch over, closing your eyes. You count to five in your head slowly before looking up and-

You look outside and see Elvis' car in the parking lot. Still 1961.

Okay, worth another shot.

You put your head in your hands. 1....2....3....4....5-

You gasp as you stumble to your feet.

Elvis is standing in the doorway watching you. Looking confused, and intrigued?

"What are you doin' there? Were you counting?"

"Uh yes!" you say too enthusiastically. Calm down, (y/n) or he's going to know something's up.

"Sorry, yes um I count when I have a headache. It slows down my breathing and sometimes helps a little."

"Oh, you're not feeling well?"

"Yeah, I -god, yeah not at all," You groan, feigning illness.

Too much, reel it in.

At this, he walks over to you. Your breath hitches as he leans forward, placing the back of his hand to your forehead.

"Oh no really it's-"

"Hush and let me see."

This immediately silences you. You can't move, you can hardly breathe as he examines you.

"Hm, maybe you are a little warm," he whispers.

A beat. You try not to look in his eyes in case you look ingenuine. Or maybe it was for a different reason.

"You said you do this when your feelin' sick. Anything else comin' to your mind?" He mumbles loud enough for your ears only and he pulls back, giving you that same look. Like a bug under a microscope.

Shit.

"N-No, well," you think. You have to give him something.

"I remember I'm not from here. I don't remember that day though where you found me, I don't know what I came to memphis for."

Was that too much information? You study his face but can't make out what he's thinking. A long moment goes by. He's too quiet, it's making you nervous.

"That's somethin'. We can talk more about it later. I'm not about to complain about a pretty girl stayin' with me. Just wanna make sure you get home safe is all," he breathes before pulling away from you.

You flush, a shock traveling through your system. You don't linger on this though as you instead choose to linger on the last thing he says. You do hope you can get home safe.

"Me too."

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He doesn't trust you.

But right now, that might be the least of your worries. At the forefront of your mind is to find a way out of here. Surely he won't let you stay at his house forever. Also, something you hadn't considered before, how would this affect the future. Could you being here change the very course of your, or anyone's else's life? You're not sure, but you don't want to stick around to find out.

Since you don't have time today to convince someone to take you to the library, you decide you'll spend the rest of the night in the bedroom trying to figure out just how you'll do that.

Sonny has taken it upon himself to keep close watch of you, so maybe you can make up a reason why you would have to go out for the day? Or maybe you could sneak out, but then how would you get back into Graceland? This might prove harder to accomplish than you once thought. You move your hands around on the bed to look for your phone, remembering that you won't know where the library is, until you realize...

Right. 1961. No cell phones. Great.

Another troubling feeling makes its way through your body. What if you had been found in his living room that day with your ID on you. What if you had your phone. You need to get into his room, to make sure. But then, what would you do if your stuff is in his room. Your stomach churns. What would you do?

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"Time traveler, she says. It was the craziest thing I ever heard. Called the doctor immediately. Had them take her here. I check on her sometimes out of sympathy. Still, no one's come to claim her. It's just sad," You hear Elvis say to one of the nurses in the institution.

No.

You look around and your wrists are shackled to the bed. You try to pull them free, but the resistance only causes further strain. You hiss at the pain. You look back up to the little window in the door and there stands Elvis, looking at you. Like a bug under a microscope.

"No! Please!"

Shaking his head in sympathy, he walks out of sight.

"No! Come back!"

Thrusting into a sitting position in bed, you gasp.

"Don't leave!" you yell, before realizing you were just dreaming.

Sweat is coating your body as you try to even out your breathing, curling forward as your hand flies to your chest.

Suddenly, the door flies open.

"What's going on in here! I knew you were a crazy-" Sonny barges in, completely unkempt, his hair wild as he's just sprung out of bed.

He stops when he sees you.

"Oh. You-uh, had a bad dream, huh?" He says, his hand coming to the back of his neck, embarrassed.

You try not to get annoyed, you know what protecting Elvis means to him. But you are not some crazy fan.

"Sonny, I'm not crazy! I'm not just going to remember I'm obsessed with Elvis and freak out," you snap.

You are sick and tired of him adding all this stress on you. You have enough as it is.

"Oh? Are you starting to remember things now?" He spits back sarcastically, his arms crossing over his chest defensively.

"No, I'm not, but I think I would remember if I was psychotic! Please, I'm just as confused as you, I just-" You stop, a lump suddenly forming in your throat.

You sigh, raking your hand through your hair. You don't know how you're going to convince him of anything. Tears threaten to leave your eyes.

"Hey, uh- you don't have to cry. I'm just-" he sighs, his eyes softening.

"I'm just trying to do my job. We don't even know your name, dear."

You're about to respond when someone speaks up.

"Sonny, for the love of God, can you leave the poor girl alone. What do you think, she's gonna kill me or somethin'?"

You look back up and Elvis is wiping the sleep from his eyes, clearly woken by the back and forth between the two of you.

"No, I uh- just trying to make sure-" Sonny starts before Elvis cuts him off.

"You're doin' your job, she ain't a damn threat, and you're really startin' to piss me off! Can you just get the hell to bed and stop the harrassin'?" He asks, but there's no question in his tone.

"Yeah."

Sonny huffs as he leaves the doorway, heading to his own room. After a moment of looking in his direction, Elvis turns to look at you.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, sympathy in his gaze.

It reminds you of the same look he gave you in the dream. A chill runs through you as you look away from him.

"What's wrong?"

You shake your head.

"Nothing. I just had a bad dream."

"Do you need anything? I know you must be goin' through a lot. It can't be easy."

You look up to him and he looks genuine in his question. Maybe this encounter can work in your favour. The library. That isn't a request for right now.

"I'm fine, I think I just need some sleep."

He nods, lingering for just a moment before grabbing the door knob.

"Alright. Sleep well, honey," he whispers before pulling the door closed.

You sigh as you lay back down, pulling the covers over you once more. You have a feeling you won't be getting much sleep tonight.

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[toxic-stalling]

I need to put this one guy under a microscope and study him like a bug type. Very weird. Strange.

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

(fascinated by the choices made between books and show so I gotta study them like bugs under a microscope. Spoilers for the whole show and the books)

Season 1 episode 6 [Like Angels Put In Hell By God] - part 1/2

- [Louis] "Excruciating pain was the proof I was still alive." - that's one way of confirming proof of life.

- [Daniel] "'He could fly?' [Louis] 'Yes.' [Daniel] 'Like Superman?' [Louis] 'Not like Superman. Superman is a fictional character.' [Daniel] 'But in the air, with a 'fuck you to Newtonian physics' flying?' [Louis] 'He said it was more like floating, arising at will, propelling in a direction by the decision. He called it the cloud gift.'"

Love how Louis is adamant in pointing the difference between Lestat and Superman: one's fictional, the other is very much real. No fiction here, no sir-e. And hello canon callback, the Cloud Gift.

- [Daniel]"That's the voice of Doctor Fareed Bhansali." - EXCUSE ME. WHAT. WHO. HOW. WHAT. Filed under things that mean nothing to the non-book readers but will make the book readers lose their minds.

- [Louis] "Are you still dreaming about our first meeting, Daniel?" - I'm gonna go ahead and say, yeah, from what we know of that meeting now, that's definitely the stuff of dreams. Bad dreams, that is.

- [Daniel] "Can you fly, Louis?" - helloooo PTSD.

- [Louis] "I suppose he thought if he exposed all his power to me, I would never feel his equal and the relationship would suffer." -… Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that exactly what it came to be? Also, in book canon, Lestat doesn't like using the Cloud Gift. It's very tied in with Akasha and the abuse he goes through at her hands, and he resents that loss of control and bigger divide between him and humanity.

[Daniel] "'He only beat me the one time, Officer. It's not his fault.' Classic Stockholm, eh, Doc?" - still tripping over the fact that THAT'S Doctor Fareed, oh shit, 1, he's hot, 2, THAT'S FAREED BHANSALI. Oh, and also, Daniel is right and he should say it. But also he doesn't have all the facts, which are 1, we love Lestat, 2, one murder attempt kinda makes up for it, they're even now, and 3, "memory is a beast".

- [Louis] "Are we the sum of our worst moments? Can we be forgiven if we do not forgive others ourselves?" - THIS. I don't have more comments, just this, so much.

- Oof. Welcome to physical therapy. As a vampire, that must be excruciating.

- [Louis] "'If you ever wanna talk about what happened to you while you were gone, you know you can, right?' [Claudia] 'Uh-huh.' [Louis] 'Or you could just tell me his name, write it on a scrap of paper.' [Claudia] 'You gonna be my knight in vengeful black?' [Louis] 'I am the knight.'" >> 80 years later, "I own the night", we love character development when the seeds are planted from the beginning. And puns, we love puns too.

- [Lestat] "The Book of Hours, extremely rare, 15th century. Silver and gold in the vellum, palettes of blue and old rose." - I want that book so bad… Ahem. I mean, nope, forgiveness will not be bought by gifts, no matter how impressive or expensive.

- [Lestat] "Perhaps we should let him decide if he wants to see me or not." - I think the coffin flying out of the window is a very clear answer.

- You know what, I'm ready to incorporate in my belief system that Emily Dickinson is a vampire. After all, s2 already said Samuel Beckett is. Let's add the Brönte sisters to the list too. Not the Austens tho, I don't think so.

- I love how mature Claudia looks in that hairdo.

- [Lestat] "I'm nothing without both of you." - sweetie, you need to grow an independent self.

- [Louis] "For six years in all, these raw and desperate mea culpas came like the tide. And for six years, they were greeted with silence or fire. We burned more gifts than bodies in that decade, but they would not stop coming. And Lestat's relentless determination began to crack my considerable armor. Perhaps it was the modesty of the gesture. But in the spring of 1937, one broke through."

If they were real people, I'd say" girl, no, run, stop". But the beauty of fictional characters is that the more messed up, the more compelling, and I am on the edge of my seat getting ready for Lestat to come crawling back and for Louis to fall even harder.

- Aaaaaaaaaah, Lestat singing!!!! Rockstar Lestat wheeeeeeeeeeeeeen.

- [Louis] "The audacity of it all was matched only by its sincerity" - that's the definition of Lestat, that here.

- [Louis] "Six years of begging, you think a song's gonna get a rise out of me?" -… Babe, you just swam the Mississipi and broke down a door, I'd say he managed it.

Also, hello again, Sam Reid's training routine. Man, that chest.

[Louis] "Write me a song and put your lover's voice in it?" - I don't know if I wanna applaud Lestat's boldness or rip his heart out for his casual cruelty.

Sorry Antoinette, nobody ever holds a candle to Louis in Lestat's eyes…

- [Daniel] "'You took Lestat back.' [Louis] 'The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent.' [Daniel] 'Lover, murderer, maker. You took him back.' [Louis] 'It's a bond than can never be fully severed. A bond like that makes you believe there's only the two of you on the planet.'"

Daniel Molloy season 1: giiiirl he's abusive and violent and a cheating liar, why would you take him back?

Daniel Molloy season 2: never mind, better the guy who loves you and would have died to save you even though he's the one that broke you than the psycho besides you who's been lying for 80 years and is the reason your daughter's dead, I am now the number one Loustat defender.

Mate, same.

- I am absolutely mesmerised by Louis's eyes in this episode. Oh, boy, how is he so, so beautiful.

- "His name was Magnus. He took me from my room in Paris, as I kicked and screamed. He kept me for a week, locked in a room full of corpses - some freshly killed, some bloated and black. But they all looked like me - my coloring, my physique. My own eyes staring back at me from rotting faces. He fed on me every night. And then he put me back in the tower with the look-alike corpses. I thought for sure I'd be one of them, but instead he turned me into this. No grand history of vampiric origins or physiology, no rules, no counsel. Just a sweeping hand to a pile of money and the sight of him throwing himself into a fire. And then I was alone. I thought… 'I can't drink hot blood. I can't feed on others.' I cried. I called to God. I didn't want this. But I have a capacity for enduring. It's why I don't particularly like being abandoned."

Aah, this is such a fascinating moment. Lestat is trying so hard to remain impassive and neutral, but his voice wavers all through the story, and his gaze is distant and clouded when he recounts the worst parts, his fear, his loneliness. And then Louis looking at him with so much compassion and so much pain, fully empathising, and Claudia, even though she also feels some modicum of pity, immediately looking to Louis and seeing that he's fully back to loving Lestat, and for his sake, for his sake only, she agrees to Lestat coming back… Beautiful.

And then when you think about Lestat's origins as a vampire (and we haven't even touched on his human history because damn that part too is hard), enduring is really his main trait. He's a survivor. In every meaning of the word. Survivor of rape, because that's what his turning is, survivor of several types of abuse going back all the way to his childhood, survivor of his own demons,… As Louis said, are we the sum of our worst moments? In Lestat's case, I feel like the answer is clearly "no. We are the sum of how much we're trying. We mess up at times, we fail, we hurt each other - but we keep trying our best and we keep trying to stay true to ourselves and we make amends and we recognise our faults".

A pause, here. Breathe. And then onto part 2.

episode 1 | episode 2 | episode 3 | episode 4 | episode 5 | part 2 | episode 7

[becauseplot]

Shared Living Space

“What?��� says Cell. He laughs, a creaky, lopsided sound. “‘Ground rules’? What are— What are you talking about? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re being…weird today.” “What I’m trying to be is realistic,” Felps replies. “This isn’t Alcatraz, Cell. It’s my fucking apartment. I can’t seem to get rid of you, and you clearly want to be here because you keep breaking in, and if either of us do anything to attack or expose the other, everything goes to shit.” He throws out a hand. “So here we are. We’re stuck together. Might as well try to make this tolerable.” Cell stares. For all the deals, threats, and blackmailing he did in Alcatraz, it seems Cell never once considered the idea of a mutually-beneficial compromise, because this is the closest Felps has seen the man to genuinely perplexed.  Cell opens his mouth: “Felps I have no idea what you’re on about.” Okay, that’s fucking funny. “What I mean,” Felps elaborates, trying to keep his tone even and reasonable, “is that if you’re going to be here, you need to make some concessions. Like taking your boots off.”

Or, Felps attempts to negotiate a roommate agreement with Brazil's most wanted cannibal murderer.

✨reblogs✨ are always appreciated! ty!

TWs: knives, threats of death/violence, mentions of cannibalism, brief references to homelessness and past/present food insecurity, and LOTS of swearing

Thank you to @rabbit-harpist for inspiring me to finish this fic!! And shout out to @factorialsotherfandoms for going absolutely insane about Cell and AU-Cell characters with me. (Putting him under a microscope n studying him like a little bug fr.) Y'all are great :D <3