#marius de Romanus

[armandofnowhere]

Men and women fell in love with Armand, of course, “so innocent, so passionate, so brilliant!” You don’t say. In fact, Armand’s power to seduce was almost beyond his control.

ARMAND + paramours throughout the ages

[polina-kov]

kill your idols

Art Print!!

[wretcheddoll]

Remember during the banquet when one of the men told Marius that he could father Amadeo better than him and Marius immediately killed him?

Cause I do 👀

[ladyvampir3]

Painting lessons

[tulinokkaelain]

Emotional support Marius weeping at the tv (with other less emotional audience) because I’m going to the movies to watch Interstellar and that film is a certified tearjerker for me 😭

[half-as-big-as-life]

Anyone else seen promises, promises?

[mindautarky]

has anyone ever had the hot take that the relationship between Marius and Armand mimics the imperialist control of Europeans over the colonized people of the Orient?

good, white, educated, moral, powerful men of the West "saving" the poor, subjugated, abused, voiceless, uncivilized people of the East. speaking for them, knowing best what they would have wanted had they had a voice. we're not colonizing you, we're saving you! and we're going to completely misrepresent and fetishize your culture for our own gain.

now - a wealthy, white, European, educated, powerful vampire "saves" a brown child from the horrific abuse in a brothel (by purchasing him of course), offers him what he knows is best for him, loves him (grooms him, rapes him), sexualizes his exotic beauty and exploits it for personal gain by making him pose for paintings and by pimping him out to his buddies. he owns him, the child is a commodity obtained with power, without his consent - he is being used and treated as if such abuse is the best life he could have ever gotten.

[themoonandthedogstar]

“.. still Amadeo had a skill..” Marius when I get you !!

[lafamilledelioncourt]

Marius de Romanus calling Claudia 'Little Wolf' three feet in front of Lestat de Lioncourt, aka, the Wolfkiller.

MARIUS DE ROMANUS CALLING CLAUDIA "LITTLE WOLF" THREE FEET IN FRONT OF LESTAT DE LIONCOURT, AKA THE WOLFKILLER.

-SCREAMS INTO MY PILLOW- this next chapter is gonna kill me guys.

anyway, catch up on ADOC before the next chapter aka when Louis finds out.

-slinks back into my angst dungeon-

[bubblegum-blackwood]

Armand Ship Fest ~ Marius/Armand

Free day!

This was a request from the lovely @fofoqueirah! Marius and Armand with their two cats, Benji and Sybelle, from my fic Angel of Music, the sequel to Teacher's Pet :3

[maraquanwocky]

can i offer you some marius ryona in this trying time

[aberandlime]

Young vampires trying to fit in at court.

Also:

Amadeo, Marius and Bianca in Venice

[desertfangs]

This is now on AO3 so it doesn't get lost in the tumblr ether and I think I fixed all the typos. 😅

Another Halloween

Small, sappy little Halloween ficlet I wrote between boops because work is slow and this popped into my head. It's Daniel and Marius, plus Armand, set on a Halloween a couple years before Prince Lestat. About 1300 words, whole fic under the cut.

Happy Halloween! 🎃

“I guess it’s not a good memory for you, being turned,” Daniel says, as Marius slides open the glass door and comes outside. 

Daniel is sitting on the balcony of their flat in Rio de Janeiro, watching as kids run down the street in colorful costumes, laughing and shouting as they swing plastic candy buckets, their parents trailing behind. 

“No, not particularly. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t celebrate the occasion yourself.” Marius sits in the chair next to him, a small glass table set between them. Daniel makes a noise, a hm sound that reverberates in his chest. Marius gives him a sidelong look. “You do think it’s worth celebrating, yes?” 

“Yeah, of course,” Daniel says. But this isn’t how he pictured himself twenty-some years in the blood: freshly recovered from a bout of madness that had him in its grasp and semi-estranged from the vampire who turned him. But he wouldn’t take it back. He’d wanted it. And despite everything, he still does. 

We’ll be brothers… I’ll go towards it with you. 

That’s what he told Armand on that fateful night and he meant it. 

He sighs and reaches for cigarettes in his pocket before remembering he has none. He smoked the last one earlier and its butt is now in the ashtray on the table, the empty box crumpled beside it. 

“We’re the same,” Daniel says, and Marius looks at him questioningly. “Neither of us really knew what to expect from immortality. But both of us are happy to have it.” 

Marius nods. Daniel knows the ancient vampire can’t imagine being anything else, that he wouldn’t give up the centuries he’s lived, no matter what he endured to get here. Daniel can relate.

“I find it admirable that your curiosity is ultimately what brought you into the fold,” Marius says, smiling at him. 

“Curiosity kills the cat,” Daniel says and laughs at his own joke. 

Marius reaches over and touches his shoulder. “It helps us endure. Anyone can be given the blood. It’s only those with enough intellect and strength who persist.” 

Daniel swallows. He hasn’t felt particularly intelligent or strong over the last decade, mired in the darkness of madness, uncertain of his own mind. 

They sit in silence for a while, watching as the foot traffic below starts to wane as the night goes on. The air is balmy and cool and a breeze rustles the trees. Daniel breathes in. The salty air reminds him of the briny smell of San Francisco Bay, always pungent close to the water and tinged with the smell of fish. 

He closes his eyes and remembers standing on Divisadero Street the morning after he interviewed Louis. The fog had rolled in. His heart and head had been pounding. His mouth tasted like cotton. He needed water, food, sleep. He needed to find Lestat. 

Strange to remember it now, the urgency and desperation that shook through him. He could still remember the heft of the tapes in his bag that was slung over his shoulder. The weight of the story recorded on them. 

“Do you ever wonder what might have happened if you’d left things alone after your encounter with Louis?” 

Daniel’s eyes snap open. Marius is watching him, his blue eyes intense. He must have heard Daniel’s thoughts. They’ve never spoken much about that time, except back on Night Island when Daniel told him his story, how he had come to find Armand. 

Daniel considers the question. “I’ve thought about it, of course,” Daniel says. “How could I not? Traveling erratically, running from city to city, you question the choices that led you there.” 

Marius smiles affectionately, and Daniel catches an image in his mind: Armand, in a sweater and jeans, his russet curls long around his pale face. He isn’t sure when the memory is from but the sight of it makes Daniel’s breath catch. He shakes his head to exorcize it from his mind’s eye. 

“Sometimes when I was trying to sleep in some shitty roadside motel or waiting at the gate for a plane to board, I’d think of what might have happened if I’d shoved those cassettes into the back of my closet and pretended the interview never happened. I’d tell myself I could have saved a lot of pain if I’d just chucked the tapes off the Golden Gate Bridge.” He snorts and meets Marius’ eyes. “But it wouldn’t have mattered. I’d always have that image of Louis in the back of my mind, the memory of his fangs in my throat. And worse, the knowledge that the world was bigger than anyone around me knew. I’d have gone to New Orleans in search of answers eventually.” 

Marius nods thoughtfully. “No, I don’t suppose it’s the sort of thing one simply forgets.” 

Daniel laughs. “For better or worse, that night changed my life.” 

“I say for the better, if my opinion is worth anything.” 

Daniel grins at him. Marius is gorgeous with his long blond hair and handsome face. His skin is like marble and glows in the dim light. And he looks at Daniel as if he’s precious and wanted, the way Armand used to look at him sometimes. 

Daniel’s heart squeezes. 

Inside, the phone rings. Daniel considers ignoring it, but after the third ring, he pushes himself up out of the chair and heads inside the flat. 

He grabs the receiver and says, “Grand Central Station.” 

“Hello.” The voice is so silken, a soft accent curling the ends of the worlds, and it makes goosebumps erupt on Daniel’s arms. 

“Armand,” Daniel says. “Happy Halloween.” 

There’s a little laugh on the other end and Daniel smiles. Armand calls periodically but he hadn’t expected him to do so tonight. 

As if reading his thoughts, Armand says, “It’d be remiss of me not to call on such an occasion.” 

Daniel doesn’t point out that they haven’t spoken on every Halloween since he was turned–he isn’t even sure they spoke last Halloween–but there’s no point in tearing open old wounds now. 

He hears the doorbell on Armand’s side of the call, and someone yelling that they’ve got it. Benji, he thinks. Strange to try and picture Armand’s house, his life there halfway across the world, his little family that he’s gathered around him. 

Daniel swallows and says, “You know it’s funny, we were just talking about you.” 

There’s a long silence. Daniel can picture Armand’s face, impassive and giving away nothing. Then finally he says, “Oh?” 

Daniel chuckles. “Yeah. Just about… you know… how things began.” 

More silence. 

“And how I’m glad I crossed your path,” Daniel adds. 

After a long pause, Armand says, “As am I.” His tone is a velvet caress even over the long distance line and Daniel shudders. Silence hangs between them but it’s not uncomfortable.

Marius comes in from outside and gives Daniel a questioning look. Daniel mouths “Armand” though he suspects Marius already knows. It’s not like they get a ton of callers. Marius puts his hand on Daniel’s shoulder, steadying and heavy. 

Daniel leans back against Marius, whose arms snake around him securely. 

“How’s New York?” Daniel asks. 

Armand starts talking about the house, the decorations, all of the Trick-or-Treaters they’re getting. He's as excited about the holiday as he ever was. Night Island used to become a gaudy haunted house every year. 

When he finishes, Armand says, “I trust you’re well.” 

“Better than ever,” Daniel says, meaning it sarcastically but realizing as he says it that it’s true. He’s himself again, and he has Marius and—even though he’s at a distance right now—Armand. Really, he’s damn lucky to be here at all, and it’s because of these two immortals that he is. 

“What are you dressed as?” Daniel asks, changing the subject. 

“Did you just ask what I’m wearing?” Armand asks, feigning being scandalized. 

Daniel rolls his eyes. “For Halloween. I know you’re in some ridiculous costume.” 

“It’s hardly ridiculous,” Armand huffs. 

Daniel laughs and Marius chuckles behind him. 

“What’s so funny?” Armand demands. 

“I’m glad you called, boss,” Daniel says.

[pacipinka]

*taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah okay so every vampire in the vampire chronicles is turned at critical a moment in their lives and beyond just the body they are in when they are turned, their mentality stays at that standstill for their entire immortality, Lestat was turned against his will, he was clinging onto Magnus begging him to be freed, so he’s constantly seeking freedom and only finding loneliness and thus turning back to people again and again, however he can’t STAND being told what to do, since he desires agency in his life so desperately, Armand was turned after years and years of abuse and lack of control but such a desire for genuine love, by a man he ‘loved’ so wholly who he felt was barring his love from him, he needs control in his life, he needs a ‘master’ but he does not desire it, it does not fulfill him, he is trapped in a room but the door is unlocked! Louis was mourning his brother, he felt like an utter failure and so he’s always seeking family, seeking people he can care for, he can coddle, he can prove he is good too, but he loves people who either cannot stand coddeling and need a sense of looseness to live (Lestat) or people who grow out of coddling who prove to Louis he will always fail the people he loves (Claudia), Claudias turning, in many MANY ways mirrors lestats in that it was against her will, she was stolen from her home, and in her immortality she desires freedom but unlike Lestat does not have the agency/ form to get it, she will always be small, she will always be looked down on, even by Lestat who cannot deny how much she is just like him *taps mic* ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!! NONE OF THEM CAN BREAK THE CYCLE!!! TO BREAK IT WOULD BE TO UNDO THE VERY FIBER OF THEIR IMMORTAL SELVES!! THE CYCLE IS THE BLOOD THEY DRINK IT IS THE HEART IN THEIR CHEST AND IT ROLLS AND ROLLS DOWN THE MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS OF THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND IT CAN NEVER BE STOPPED BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER STOP LOVING EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[r3burials]

portrait painter

modeled after Sofonisba Anguissola, Bernardino Campi Painting Sofonisba Anguissola, c. 1559

[bishonenvoicedbyadyke]

thinking about the armand painting again and how violent its very existence is. like there's layers to this.....this is a painting that was paid for with your body. in it, along with cattle and dogs, you're pictured worshipping your abuser, kneeling at his feet. your skin is whitened. your features barely recognizable...... and now this painting is in a public museum here for everyone to see. like anyone can come and see your bare, vulnerable throat.