#The Devil's Violinist

[vampire-chronicles]

“He tore the notes out of the violin and each note was translucent and throbbing. His eyes were closed, his mouth a little distorted, his lower lip sliding to the side, and what struck my heart almost as much as the song itself was the way that he seemed with his whole body to lean into the music, to press his soul like an ear to the instrument. I had never known music like it, the rawness of it, the intensity, the rapid glittering torrents of notes that came out of the strings as he sawed away. It was Mozart that he was playing, and it had all the gaiety, the velocity, and the sheer loveliness of everything Mozart wrote. When he'd finished, I was staring at him and I realized I was gripping the sides of my head. "Monsieur, what's the matter! " he said, almost helplessly, and I stood up and threw my arms around him and kissed him on both cheeks and kissed the violin. "Stop calling me Monsieur, " I said. "Call me by my name. " I lay back down on the bed and buried my face on my arm and started to cry, and once I'd started I couldn't stop it. He sat next to me, hugging me and asking me why I was crying, and though I couldn't tell him, I could see that he was overwhelmed that his music had produced this effect.”

-The Vampire Lestat

The violinist pictures are from the movie ‘The Devil's Violinist’

[jharrisgifs]

THE DEVIL'S VIOLINIST (2013) — Jared Harris as Urbani

[prismatica-the-strange]

Jared Harris as Signore Urbani in The Devil's Violinist (2013) Dir. Bernard Rose for @daincrediblegg

[reine-du-sourire]

Nicolo Paganini was one of Sebastian's contracts. More at 5

[stranger15]

She plays like the devil..

The idea for this steampunk collage of a violin virtuoso popped into my head as I was listening to N. Paganini yesterday evening.

(Song: Niccolo Paganini - Caprice No. 9)

[shane-moriarty]

I know I haven't posted in a while, so I might as well just show the few sketches I've done

[motleywolf-et-al]

ah, the devil's violinist. i remember discovering him wayyy back in the day when i first read the vampire chronicles. he is entrancing and passionate and his music will draw from you gutteral sounds you only make in the bedroom if you let it. enjoy.

[savagewildnerness]

An improvised love theme for Armand & Daniel & the sexiest bit of Devil’s Minion!

“Yet at other times, he burned for Armand as if for an elixir without which he could not go on. The dark energy that had fired him for four years was now missing. He dreamed Armand was near him; he awoke weeping stupidly. Then the morning would come and he would be sad but calm.

Then Armand had returned.

It was late, perhaps ten o'clock in the evening, and the sky, as it is so often in southern Italy, was a brilliant dark blue overhead. Daniel had been walking alone down the long road that leads from Pompeii proper to the Villa of the Mysteries, hoping no guards would come to drive him away.

As soon as he'd reached the ancient house, a stillness had descended. No guards here. No one living. Only the sudden silent appearance of Armand before the entrance. Armand again.

He'd come silently out of the shadows into the moonlight, a young boy in dirty jeans and worn denim jacket, and he had slipped his arm around Daniel and gently kissed Daniel's face. Such warm skin, full of the fresh blood of the kill. Daniel fancied he could smell it, the perfume of the living clinging to Armand still.

"You want to come into this house?" Armand had whispered. No locks ever kept Armand from anything. Daniel had been trembling, on the edge of tears. And why was that? So glad to see him, touch him, ah, damn him!

They had entered the dark, low-ceilinged rooms, the press of Armand's arm against Daniel's back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that's what it is, isn't it? You, my secret . .

Secret lover. Yes.

Then the realization had come to Daniel as they stood together in the ruined dining room with its famous murals of ritual flagellation barely visible in the dark: He isn't going to kill me after all. He isn't going to do it. Of course he won't make me what he is, but he isn't going to kill me. The dance will not end like that.

"But how could you not know such a thing," Armand had said, reading his thoughts. "I love you. If I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now, of course."

The moonlight poured through the wooden lattices. The lush figures of the murals came to life against their red backdrop, the color of dried blood.

Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give.

Look at the garments he wore. Blue cotton shirt, brass-buttoned denim jacket. Where had he gotten them? Off a victim, yes, like taking out his knife and skinning the kill while it was still warm? No wonder they reeked of salt and blood, though none was visible. And the hair trimmed just as if it weren't going to grow out within twenty-four hours to its regular shoulder length. This is evil. This is illusion. This is what I want to be, which is why I cannot stand to look at him.

Armand's lips had moved in a soft, slightly concealed smile. And then his eyes had misted and closed. He had bent close to Daniel, pressed his lips to Daniel's neck.

And once again, as he had in a little room on Divisadero Street in San Francisco with the vampire Louis, Daniel felt the sharp teeth pierce the surface of his skin. Sudden pain and throbbing warmth. "Are you killing me finally?" He grew drowsy, on fire, filled with love. "Do it, yes."

But Armand had taken only a few droplets. He'd released Daniel and pressed gently on his shoulders, forcing Daniel down to his knees. Daniel had looked up to see the blood flowing from Armand's wrist. Great electric shocks had passed through Daniel at the taste of that blood. It had seemed in a flash that the city of Pompeii was full of a whispering, a crying, some vague and pulsing imprint of long-ago suffering and death. Thousands perishing in smoke and ash. Thousands dying together. Together. Daniel had clung to Armand. But the blood was gone. Only a taste-no more.

"You are mine, beautiful boy," Armand had said.”

[torturingpeople]

posting freya and rosier before their intros are out... worlds easiest game of "spot the situationship"

[daincrediblegg]

You asked for screenshots, I will make you publish them on tumblr dot com

😱

*FAKE GASP*

Oh noooooooooo! What a wicked trick my bestie has played upon me! Now I will be forced to subject my many followers who are SURELY NOT insane about Jared Harris with most certainly unwanted content on my very non eclectic and strictly organized and themed blog! Whatever shall I do? Oh fiddle-sticks… I’ve been duped again on a platform that I cannot control. Oh pity poor me what a fool I am. I will retire to my chamber and sulk and certainly not await a pincer-bearded visitor to rap at my chamber door come to rail me into the mattress like the wicked devil he is… oh woe oh woe is me…

[csswingandeasy]

day whatever of fast forwarding through shitty movies because Jared Harris is in them and tonight I watched The Devil’s Violinist and. 2 things:

1. Jared’s hilariously weird accent

2. Jared’s hilariously huge top hat

Bonus: this waistcoat

[libraryofbaxobab]

August 6, 2024:

I couldn't tell if this book wanted to be silly or serious. The tone is really inconsistent when one chapter starts with family violence, survival sex work, and rape by coercion, and in the next chapter the cast of Third Rock From The Sun learns how to make donuts.

With that criticism out of the way, I struggled not to cry through the last several chapters. It's beautiful and joyful with a sad tinge on the edges. It highlights the emotion artists put into their work and makes it a more tangible thing in this world, and then it expands the idea of who is an artist and what expertise means.

It's ultimately kind, and although it acknowledges the darkness too, the kindness is much greater.

8/10 #WhatsKenyaReading

[prismatica-the-strange]

You Make it Beautiful

David Garrett as Niccolo Paganini and Andrea Deck as Charlotte Watson in The Devil's Violinist (2013) Dir. Bernard Rose

[slydiddledeedee]

sold his soul

Image ID: Jade Curtiss from Tales of the Abyss playing the violin, wearing a black tuxedo and a light blue shirt.  He is concentrating on playing.  The music emanating from him are the first 28 measures of Paganini’s ‘Caprice in A Minor.’

[emcads]

might make an extended post about it later but just discovered niccolò paganini and obsessed with this guy

[mitaharukai]

Title: A devilish morning

Ship: Claudine x Maya (Revue Starlight)

Summary: Just a normal yet devilish morning in the life of devil Kuro and violinist Maya and the family they formed over the years.

Words: 939 words

Sneak peek:

“Maya smirks mischievously and kneels to be at the same height of the little girl beside her.

- Go.

She whispers warmly to the little one, seeing the beaming expression painting her features with such a simple word while she winks at her and gives the kid a light and encouraging shove that it’s enough to trigger a happy run from her.

Maya watches happily how a little ash-blonde girl with amethyst eyes runs across the kitchen towards the older ash-blonde woman making their breakfast, pausing for a moment to then pull Kuro’s tail down.

- Kya!!”