#Andrei

[tremere-chantry]

Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines

A true master has played the entire game before the first move.

[vampire-chronicles]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE GREMLIN

(Armand's FANON birth date is today, November 11)

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

↳ Interview With The Vampire - No Pain (2x03), 2024 ↳ The Vampire Armand (Anne Rice), 1998

[yuraslefttoe]

PUT IT ALL ON THE LINE illustration/guitars: @nopanamaman tuning help from @cocoacacao0

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

it is funny how Anne Rice constantly refers back to TVL via the text of TVA because she seems to have like. forgotten that she described Armand's recollection of his and Marius's first TVL meeting like this

as opposed to how she had him to describe it in TVA, like this

like I guess plot-wise it's not that big a difference because Armand ends up loving and trusting Marius regardless, but it feels pretty jarring to flip back from Andrei/Amadeo trusting Marius as a divine figure on sight to the older version of the story where he freaks out and begs not to be sold, begs to stay in the brothel, only to be more or less drained into submission.

like the most cynical version of what happened here is what I've seen described as Anne's push to make Marius a more palatable character, at least by her standards of palatable (kind of funny considering amc's full-steam-ahead push in the opposite direction twenty years later). there's also the significantly increased Christian element, which makes sense since Memnoch the Devil also deals a lot with her journey back to that faith and how she works it out in her writing. in-universe I guess you could just use the catch-all of "unreliable narrator," even theorize that TVL is less accurate because it's being conveyed by Lestat--but then again, all of TVA is being conveyed by David via transcription, so. the TVL version has the advantage of being more stream-of-consciousness, something that Armand's communicating in a mess of telepathic images instead of deliberately chosen words. Marius's return could be a factor here; Armand thought he was dead in TVL and has figured out he's alive by TVA, so his memories shift to a more positive light in response, perhaps out of fear (although he does talk shit about Marius plenty in this book) or his desire to reconnect, to present their relationship as fated and holy from the beginning. and he's committed enough to this reality that he doesn't even acknowledge the alternate version, if only to criticize it like he does with other parts of TVL elsewhere.

ntm that even if this is just because Anne forgot/retconned here, it's still an inadvertent foreshadow to the way show!Armand seems to have been deliberately written with difficulties in consistently remembering his backstory (the being sold/run down thing, as I've mentioned before). it'll be interesting (in a fucked up way) to see whether that instability extends to his memories of Marius and their relationship, especially in regards to the inevitable revelation that Marius is still alive.

[simazinblr]

First Game

Landgraab Stadium

A next day....

It is game day. Andrei's first SFL preseason game had everyone excited and nervous. Malaysia, Benjamin, his family, and some former college teammates gathered in a suite to cheer him on.

The first half was tough, with both team struggling and making mistakes, but the second half was a shootout. With The Roots ultimately winning the game with a field goal. While Andrei didn’t score any touchdowns, his performance was impressive.

[grams-digs-bones]

You can always tell when someone really understood the reading. Assad really embodies the character's soul. Everytime he's on the screen all attention goes to him. He has a great connection with the audience. That's rare. Armand in the flesh.

In short, big fan. 🖤

[killer-laurent]

(Set of 4 commissions) Prints available Permission approved by the client to publish it in INPRNT - Kid Lestat - Kid Louis - Kid Armand (Andrei) - Kid Marius Print links below:

[necronazu]

Andrei

[mohinidelphina]

Idk this is just me rambling but like, the more I think about it the more Alyosha from 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘷 and Armand from 𝘝𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 are sort of intertextual narrative foils, two sides of the same coin to me. Armand’s sense of devotion is like the shadow aspect (kind of? idk how to explain it) of Alyosha’s. There’s the obvious parallel that they both wanted to become monks, however this choice was ripped away from Armand, then Andrei, when he was sold into slavery. Alyosha’s devotion to his elder, to the divine, is liberating and encourages him to instill hope in others and redeem them. Armand’s devotion to Marius and, later, to the cult chains him and puts more evil and suffering and guilt into the world. They’re both compared to angels quite often, but Armand has his infamous line, “If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.” Imagine how painful it would be if they were to meet, it’d be like looking into a mirror and seeing what you could’ve become. Armand seeing a life and a version of himself that was robbed from him oooouuuuuu 😭

[memoryisthemonster]

This deck is gonna be amazing once I finish the minor arcana (if I find a way with pictures lmao), since the major is finished! ✨🃏✨ These are some of my favorites!

P.S: And yes, it's mostly about Lestat, cause I love him.

[vampire-chronicles]

gremlin hours

[anepotter]

Yes, we love you | Riccardo & Amadeo / Armand | fanart by @anepotter

"Yes, we love you," said Riccardo, pushing back his black hair and winking at me, his skin so smooth and dark compared to the others. His eyes were fiercely black. He clutched my hand and I saw his long thin fingers.

- The Vampire Armand

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

Lestat/Armand + Moments that makes me feel Insane

If there had been a summons, I never heard it. If there was a greeting, I didn't sense it now. He was merely looking at me, a radiant creature in jewels and scalloped lace. And it was Cinderella revealed at the ball, this vision, Sleeping Beauty opening her eyes under a mesh of cobwebs and wiping them all away with one sweep of her warm hand. The sheer pitch of incarnate beauty made me gasp. Yes, perfect mortal raiment, and yet he seemed all the more supernatural, his face too dazzling, his dark eyes fathomless and just for a split second glinting as if they were windows to the fires of hell. And when his voice came it was low and almost teasing, forcing me to concentrate to hear it: All night you've been searching for me, he said, and here I am, waiting for you. I have been waiting for you all along. - The Vampire Lestat

He looked to Gabrielle, who stood near the fire, and then to me. And silently, he said, Love me. You have destroyed everything! But if you love me, it can all be restored in a new form. Love me. This silent entreaty had an eloquence, however, that I can't put into words. "What can I do to make you love me?" he whispered. "What can I give? The knowledge of all I have witnessed, the secrets of our powers, the mystery of what I am?" It seemed blasphemous to answer. And as I had on the battlements, I found myself on the edge of tears. For all the purity of his silent communications, his voice gave a lovely resonance to his sentiments when he actually spoke. - The Vampire Lestat

"It wasn't that I wanted vengeance," he whispered. His face was stricken, his heart broken. He said. "But you came to be healed, and you did not want me! A century I had waited, and you did not want me!" And I knew, as I had all along really, that my restoration was illusion, that I was the same skeleton in rags, of course. And the house was still a ruin. And in the preternatural being who held me was the power that could give me back the sky and the wind. "Love me and the blood is yours," he said. "This blood that I have never given to another." I felt his lips against my face. "I can't deceive you," I answered. "I can't love you. What are you to me that I should love you? A dead thing that hungers for the power and the passion of others? The embodiment of thirst itself?" [...] Yet memory plays its tricks. Maybe I imagined it, his last invitation, and the anguish after. The weeping. I do know that as the months passed he was out there again. I heard him from time to time just walking those old Garden District streets. And I wanted to call to him, to tell him that it was a lie I'd spoken to him, that I did love him. I did. - The Vampire Lestat

In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes—a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was. “That’s what you always want,” he said softly. His voice shocked me. If he had any French or Italian accent left, I couldn’t hear it. His tone was melancholy and had no meanness in it at all. “When you found me under Les Innocents,” he said, “you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet with great embroidered sleeves.” “Yes,” I said, “and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair.” My tone was angry. “You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.” We eyed each other for a moment. And then he surprised me, rising and coming towards me just as I moved to take him in my arms. His gesture wasn’t tentative, but it was extremely gentle. I could have backed away. I didn’t. We held each other tight for a moment. The cold embracing the cold. The hard embracing the hard. - Memnoch

Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist. - The Vampire Armand

I wanted to take him in my arms. I wanted to comfort him, to tell him wherever he'd gone and whatever had taken place, he was now safe again with us, but nothing could quiet him. A deep exhaustion saved us all from the inevitable tale. We had to seek our dark corners away from the prying sun, we had to wait until the following night when he would come out to us and tell us what had happened. Still clutching the bundle, refusing all help, he closeted himself up with his wound. I had no choice but to leave him. As I sank down that morning into my own resting place, secure in clean modern darkness, I cried and cried like a child on account of the sight of him. Oh, why had I come to his aid? Why must I see him brought low like this when it had taken so many painful decades to cement my love for him forever? - The Vampire Armand

Two hundred years ago he stripped me of illusions, lies, excuses, and thrust me on the Paris pavements naked to find my way back to a glory in the starlight that I had once known and too painfully lost. But as we waited finally in the handsome high-rise apartment above St. Patrick's Cathedral, I had no idea how much more he could strip from me, and I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him now, and, owing him all that I am and know, I can do nothing to make him wake from his frigid sleep. - The Vampire Armand

Of course I knew the very moment that he left this world. I felt it. I was in New York already, very near to him and aware that you were there as well. Neither of us meant to let him out of our sight if at all possible. Then came the moment when he vanished in the blizzard, when he was sucked out of the earthly atmosphere as if he'd never been there. Being his fledgling you couldn't hear the perfect silence that descended when he vanished. You couldn't know how completely he'd been withdrawn from all things minuscule yet material which had once echoed with the beating of his heart. - The Vampire Armand

“Armand,” I said. “Please.” I dropped down on my knees in front of him, looking up into his face. All the emotion he had held back was printed there now. He was in a rage. “Is your heart totally turned against me?” I asked. “Do you have no faith in what we seek to build here?” “Fool,” he said again. His voice was roughened now by emotion he couldn’t suppress. “I have always loved you,” he said. “I have loved you more than any being in all the world whom I’ve ever loved. I have loved you more than Louis. I have loved you more even than Marius. And you have never given me your love. I would be your most faithful counselor, if you allowed it. But you don’t. Your eyes pass over me as if I don’t exist. And so they always have.” - Blood Communion

“I love you still,” he said. “Yes, even now, I love you, as they all love you, your minions seeking just a smile or a nod or a quick touch of your hand. I love you like all those throughout this palace who are dreaming of drinking just a drop of your blood. Well, you can leave me now. I’m not going anywhere. Where is there to go? I’ll be here if you want me. And grant me my wish for the moment, you and your august friends. Go and leave me alone.” - Blood Communion

Armand suddenly began to weep. “Don’t do it, don’t trust him,” he said. “Lestat, he’ll just destroy you. And if you are gone—.” Ah, such sweet words from one who only hours ago had been cursing me with his every breath. - Blood Communion

The only thought in my mind, the only image, the only idea, was of Armand, and how Armand would feel when he too could hold Marius like this and know that Marius lived, that Marius had been restored, that all of them were safe and secure, and using my strongest power I sent the word to him. I sent the news. And I sent my love to Armand with it. - Blood Communion

[lesbians4armand]

Andrei, Amadeo, Armand

(pls credit if used :) )

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

I think it took a while to really get through to me that book!Armand's amnesia only lasts for like. two years. afterwards, his primary problem lies in expressing those memories (and the trauma therein) or periods such as his time with the children of darkness when he unsuccessfully tries to smother them. show!Armand still remembering so little about his pre-Marius origins so many centuries on--not actually being sure what his original name is, having a shaky mental timeline of his original abduction (people have pointed out that he seems to recall being sold in 2x04 vs being chased down in 2x05), etc is very much an adaptational choice. there are all sorts of fucked-up potential reasons for why he never remembered in the show the way he did in the book; Marius theorizes in Blood & Gold that his having sex with Armand might have strengthened the amnesia, so maybe Marius letting others do the same made the problem worse? or maybe Armand being turned older didn't have the restorative effect on his amnesia that it seems to have had in the books.

it's just so fucked up how book!Armand's past, his memories of his culture and the way it contrasts so sharply with the new world he finds himself in, is such a significant part of his journey. his return home and his final goodbye to his parents is probably one of the most beautiful and devastating moments in the book, and it's something that show!Armand never experienced and never will. it's like the horror of having to confront the awful bleeding gap you left in the lives of the people you loved vs the horror of not knowing who those people were or even if they loved you at all. the horror of returning to your homeland when it's ravaged by invasion and grief and despair (just like you) vs the horror of having a colonial black hole where your past should be (and feeling like a bit of a black hole yourself).the differences there provide so much room to explore--is show!Armand ever going to have his own opportunity to go that a place he once called "home?" will he ever remember anything more? would it even change things at this point if he did? I don't know, but it messes me up a little, I think. fuck.