#monstroum

[prescitia]

@monstroum asked: that was wrong of me , and i know it . / from louis !

"Suddenly he is a man of reason." Inexorable! Obstinate! Inconsiderate! Selfish! Pietous! He questions the very foundation they have built upon. Lessons he has graciously imparted on a disobliging mind bear no fruit. It rots at the roots.

"You continue your impulsive acts thinking only of yourself. Damn the consequences and damn me!" Breath drawn and held until the throbbing in his skull subsides, exhaled in a lofty sigh.

"We will clean your mess together. Comme d'habitude."

[heunmoor]

@monstroum INQUIRED: are you ready for the real party ? / from santiago !

𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬 , almost akin to a chortle as smoke trapped itself in the base of his throat and silenced any words that may have come to his tongue . TAKEN OFF GUARD IN THE BACK ALLEYWAY , lax form transforms into a taut arch before loosening once more . santiago . creeping in the shadows , 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 . just santiago . no golds , or blues , or crimson spewing from neck to blooming white cloth . santiago . santiago . not ..... not him .

" i didn't know there were any festivities going on after the show ? " he posed it as an inquiry , fingers twitching once before allowing the cigarette to fall to his feet and smolder away . SERENE SILENCE NO LONGER WALTZING THROUGH HIS MIND . an edge now set at his throat , keeping him on his toes . careful , louis , don't slip now . " 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 ? "

[lechroniques]

@monstroum : “You're just very bad at explaining.” from Ferris.

“Did  you  ever  consider  that  perhaps  you’re  just  incompetent  in  the  realm  of  listening?”  Lestat  is  a  spitfire  with  a  temper  that  paralleled  his  own  father  at  times,  though  he  shot  back  with   ᴵᴿᴿᴵᵀᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ  thinly  veiled  in  a  layer  of  calm.  Silent  agitation,  a  tilt  of  the  head  paired  with  lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line,  the  corners  of  his  mouth  sliding  upwards  into  a  forced  grin.

“Your  heightened  senses  are  clearly  useless,  and  rest  assured,  I  won’t  continue  to  waste  my  ᴮᴿᴱᴬᵀᴴ  when  it  does  nothing  but  fall  on  deaf  ears.”  Petty.  Catty,  even.  Though  he  cared  very  little  about  being  polite  when  the  other  was  nothing  more  than  a  crude,  pedantic  individual  in  the  eyes  of  the  vampire.  The  stench  of  disrespect  made  his  nostrils  flare  as  he  sucked  in  his  breath.  

“Find  someone  else  to  assist  you  if  you  insist  on  behaving  like  an  untrained  dog.”

[cultfic]

⎯ @monstroum, dr. lecter : “ you can always talk to me. ”

it's been requested by bureau hierarchy that, for holden to reinstate his position as occasional field agent, he undergoes therapy for the mandatory period of a month ⎯ longer if deemed necessary by his psychiatrist. and here he sits in dr. lecter's tastefully decorated office, hands folded over his lap as if an inexperienced schoolboy facing his tutor despite his years spent analyzing minds himself. ❝  i, uh .. well, i suppose you want to hear about the panic attacks?  ❞ he smoothes his tie, ❝  i'm sorry, this is new to me, i've never been to therapy before.  ❞

[vampien]

(@monstroum),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎santiago said:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" hell's better than this shithole. "

" you're lucky no one else is around to hear you say that. "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a playful raise of her brow, one that when thrown in the right direction, creates an enticing aura about her.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's parts of her waiting to be deconstructed, like the performance in privacy that she seeps into, opting for dramatics over vulnerability‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(and when the two mix, maybe she's truly as close as she can be to her true self),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but it's hard for her to pull apart, what part of her is performing to santiago and what part is true expression?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" come on now, you don't mean that.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you preform to applause every night, and you're very good may i add, i would know. "‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎one leg falls over the other, an act of ease as she offers him a gentle smile‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she can feel it, a genuine compliment, and slowly any anxiety of a one-on-one conversation, with transactions voided, becomes a bit simpler). ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎" you know i used to come see you before i turned?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i loved it, every second‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so why the long face? "

[wolfkilermoved]

@monstroum ( LOUIS ) said : ❛  21 .   a  kiss  on  the  cheek .

most would deem it pathetic , the way his slow beating heart flutters over the simplicity of this touch . but most have never known louis , nor loved him , nor have they —

they are taking things slow . a perfectly modern phrase for these perfectly modern times in which time now reigns in abundance . in the distance , the sounds of his thousands of fans is slow to dissipate , wholly uneager to let the grandness of the night go . and were it any other night he would be more than tempted to indulge them , but . . . louis is here , pressing a chaste kiss to the high arch of his cheek and smiling that little smile that makes the world feel as though it's just for the two of them . louis is here to offer his congratulations and nothing more , and lestat is ( will be ) alright with that . of course , this does not prevent his responding smile from being positively soppy nor does it keep his hand from lingering at the delightful curve of his elbow . " always kind to me , mon cher . "

[ohsunshine]

continued from here. / ( @monstroum )

What it is that compelled Armand to take a walk down memory lane, he'll never know. It was the same thing that drove him to wander the deserted halls of art galleries to seek out familiar pieces, a dozen different versions of himself rendered in a dozen different settings and poses, looking down at the person he's become in this century.

This month, it was seeking out old theatre posters. Some might accuse him of being stuck in the past; it wouldn't be an entirely unfair assessment. He missed the days he had a place and a purpose. He resents giving it all up for someone who'd, in the end, cast him aside like he was nothing.

It still stings. The rejection still occupies every waking thought. The posters aren't as easy to come by as he'd like.

He feels him, Santiago, before he sees him. Armand makes no attempt to avoid him, and allows himself to be cornered in a small, stuffy shop. The items lining the shelves are too new to be considered antiques. Even Santiago, older than some of the objects, seems young to him.

Armand turns on his heel, and looks Santiago slowly, up and down. What would their lives have been like if Lestat hadn't saved Louis? Would they be a coven, still, or would something else have come along to disrupt that? There was no way of knowing.

"Santiago." He ignores the former actor's request and steps a little closer, almost into his space. "It took you much longer than I thought it would to find me." Armand paused, considering, then added, "It's good to see you." Not quite a lie, and something he suspects that Santiago might like to hear - or, would have liked it once upon a time, anyway.

"There are no lingering rules between us anymore, you can speak freely." An allowance that he was sure to regret. "What brings you here? Do you often find yourself dwelling on the past and what might have been, too?"

[cranetm]

❛ was it worth it? compromising yourself for money? ❜ / from harvey dent !

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖓 2022 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 ╰┈➤ accepting

❛ money? ❜ he scoffs, red - rimmed eyes squinting in disbelief. even with his mind in shambles, crane remains all too capable of delivering a lecture. ❛ always so small - minded, dent. you have to think of the bigger picture. ❜ scarecrow. ❛ funding. funding is everything. how else am i meant to do my research? ❜ all that matters is the development of his toxin; the progression of fear itself.

❛ but i suppose you would struggle to understand the risks necessitated by true progress. ❜

[hostiae]

paris always sounds better than it looks. a lesson learned every time he's turned to the city ( every time disappointed in the eventuality of its facade crumbling down ). oh, how easy it would be to blame it on the city itself, and not the grease-painted coven. lestat attempts to dig a grave for the shame that comes with his foolish — was it naivety? delusion? desperation? — he would have happily never returned to the théâtre des vampires' territory. even prior to nicki's death, he saw nothing for himself there and no sense in returning. just as his remains were forever entombed, so was his desire to come back.

until after the failed murder attempt.

lestat attempts to keep his relative calm, a breath forced through his nose as santiago addresses him. in another time and another life, he might have complimented the younger vampire's appeal to the audience but instead, his presence is sharp nails on a chalkboard. a shame only to them. lestat has every intention of digging his heels in, in fussing over every word in the script, and prolonging every rehearsal until they want to sentence themselves to the sun instead.

santiago can offer scathing reviews to his work, he can try to bruise his ego and lestat will take it with gritted teeth. if this were more than a farce, he was certain he could tear all eyes from santiago on stage. but he goes a step too far when he mentions them.

( his louis. his claudia. )

he slams santiago into the wall, the force of the shove reverberating through the walls, resulting in shattered glass on the floor. ❝ oh, you have yet to see my temper, monsieur, ❞ through gritted teeth, his fangs are extracted. he catches the brief fear in the other's eyes and wants to capitalize on it. even as his fingers wind around his wrist, lestat's grip doesn't weaken. ❝ i'll remember where i am as soon as you remember who i am. ❞

oh, but he does know the danger he's in. and just as quick as his temper flared, he releases santiago, his hands softening as he smooths the other vampire's vest condescendingly, ❝ and once you do that, i'm sure sharing the stage won't be as unbearable for either of us. ❞ the smile on his face and the politeness dripping from his tone is laced with venom.

❝ after all, this miserable little show must go on. ❞

( @monstroum // continued from here !! )

[rockybloo]

If food tastes so good for monstroum, sweethearts first meal after turning must have been heavenly

There was a good chunk of time where Sweetheart ate some of the most food in her entire lifetime in the first couple of months after transforming because she was on a mission to find out what all her usual meals tasted like including some meals she used to hate before.

She kept Redhot very busy in the kitchen

[coinofsilver]

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[cultfic]

⎯ @monstroum, the narrator : “ what the hell were you thinking? ”

he can still make out the wailing sirens in the distance, heart racing, disheveled but the tie still hangs from his neck while his slippery grip tightens 'round the suitcase handle. ❝  c'mon, just ⎯ open the freakin door will ya?!  ❞ crazed glance cast sideways as he forces his voice to keep low lest the neighbors decide to sneak a peak. ❝  i can't go back to my place. just lemme crash here for the night, man.  ❞ he knows the guy from fight club ⎯ not that he competes himself but he likes to place a bet every once in a while. and they're on good enough terms that he gave him his address once over a late night drink. ❝  cops got no reason t'come snoopin in here. i'll be outta your hair in the morning, i swear, just .. lemme in.  ❞

[cranetm]

he can feel the rage simmering within harvey like the wavering of a distant fata morgana. a promise of unbearable heat. it's betrayed through his pleasure— subtle, yet stunningly sadistic, despite everything. crane simply wishes he would come to terms with that. perhaps with time. once gotham really gets into his bones. the doctor manages a little smirk of his own, head bowing, though his cold, tired eyes remain pinned on dent. ❛ oh, harvey... do you truly think so low of me? ❜ with a wrinkle of his nose, crane shakes his head. no acknowledgment is made of the conditions at arkham. it simply is not necessary. abuse there is all too common; but crane has endured far worse.

❛ there is no payment you could give me to change my diagnoses. but what a dreadful implication... that one so honorable as harvey dent would be willing to bribe a lowly criminal such as myself. what would the good people of gotham think? what would they say? ❜ he leans forward, cuffs clinking, voice cruelly soft. he wants to see the spark in dent's eyes. he wants to see it explode into flames. ❛ perhaps you should take some time off. get your head checked, before you make any other absurd offers. ❜

harvey tilts his head , trying to disguise the anger which threatens to tighten his jaw . jonathan crane had always known what buttons to push ; the district attorney's hand slowly made its' way all the way down to his pants' pocket and found it there : HIS SILVER COIN . cold and trustful and fair . as soon as his thumb brushed over the dollar , dent found his footing again . " but i'm having so much fun focusing on your failings . and let me tell you , crane , they are a'plenty . " there it was , the dimpled smile , the steady stare ... the face of a new gotham .

the fingers of his free hand drummed against the table . he wasn't there to point and laugh at crane's misfortune . dent , as always , was there to try and fix things . " if you're willing to testify that all those mobsters you claimed to require treatment at arkham were actually of sane mind and that you were ㅤ─ ㅤ " he gave jonathan a knowing look . " mistaken in some of your diagnosis , we might be able to provide you with more comfortable conditions here at arkham . " eyes shifted across the visiting room . harvey thought he saw some rust on one of the tables . but he couldn't be sure . there was a very good chance it might have been dry blood .

" can't imagine it's been easy being locked up in here . but i mean ... you already knew what you were in for , right ? "

[ofstage]

#OFSTAGE : ㅤㅤwriting blog for the vampire santiago from amc's interview with the vampire. headcanon based. previously found @monstroum. triggering content ahead, please mind your step. sideblog to @ofbizarre , refer to the main blog for rules. character info can be found under the cut.

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NAME: Francis Bellamy

ALIAS: Santiago 

If you character did not meet him previous to his transformation then they will know him solely by his new (and preferred) alias.

AGE: Appears to be in his late 50’s. Is closer to his nineties since he was given the dark gift in 1925. *

GENDER: Cis Male

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

MARITAL STATUS: Never Married

DOB: June 13th, 1867

BIRTHPLACE: Birmingham, England

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Paris, France

OCCUPATION: Actor and member of the theatre company “Le Theatre des Vampires”.

Though it is important to know that his profession is a role in itself for the plays he preforms are nothing but a cruel cover-up for the company to feed on (and kill) innocent victims in front of a live human audience.

FACE: Ben Daniels

HEIGHT: 1.83m / 6’ft

ETHNICITY: Caucasian

HAIR: Platinum bleached blond, often combed back. Santiago had been on tour playing a terrible rendition of Hamlet when he was found by his maker and, being too old to play the role, had dyed his hair in an attempt to seem more jovial. The look, however, stuck forever.

EYES: Bright green, shockingly so! Their colour and shape only seem to be accentuated by the make-up Santiago applies on and off stage, making seem sharper and crueler than they actually are.

DISTINCTIVE MARKS: Bright green eyes which resemble those of a feline predator, an impeccable posture which makes him resemble both a dancer and a hunter ready to pounce, sharp nails that dig into the skin of his co-stars (both willing and unwilling) a devious grin, always waiting to break out through the corners of his lips.

SPECIES: Vampire *

CLOTHING:  Stripes on stripes, plaid on plaid, large thick coats and capes dragging across the stage, leather suspenders and vests to show off his arms, Santiago is not afraid of appearing eccentric. 

His passion for drama follows him off stage and infiltrates into all aspects of his life, be is aesthetics or ethics, everything is a costume, everything is a character, everything is an excuse to be the centre of attention.

VOICE: [REFERENCE]

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil

STRENGTHS: Charismatic, seductive, playful, dedicated, persuasive, focused, observant, well-traveled, cunning, good strategist, independent, daring, adventurous, defiant, ambitious, [...]

WEAKNESSES: Jealous, petty, envious, manipulative, treacherous, machiavellian, power-hungry, vengeful, deceitful, greedy, possessive, vain, self-centered, cruel, [...]

Born just outside Birmingham, Francis Bellamy’s life was doomed to mediocrity from the start; a drunken father and a mother who’d have to take care of you and your five older sisters, what did you fucking expect, A HAPPY ENDING? You couldn’t wait to get the hell out of that shit hole but not before you made a name for yourself for being a fucking little weasel. Meddling with ladies who were promised to better men than you was enough for you to be chased and beaten out of town. There’s always a traveling circus to save wretches like you. Except, in this case, it was a theatre company — Spaniards and Portuguese actors who never stayed too long anywhere to call it home. Hell, you didn’t know how to do much but you sure did beg them through snot and tears to join them, didn’t you Francis? And oh, the kind southerners eventually took pity on you. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t fun, traveling all over, learning the trade, being a shit actor who couldn’t escape his bloodline’s passion for alcohol nor the horrible tendency to forget his fucking lines.  Were you drunk during most plays? You can’t even remember, can you? But, despite you and everyone’s mother knowing how hopeless you were … You still coveted. And oh, Santiago Ruiz was everything you weren’t wasn’t he, Francis? A beautiful large man, warm and magnetic and of great talent. It angered you not being sure whether you wanted to be the man or fuck him. But what really threw you over the edge was him refusing your advances. The humiliation nearly drove you mad. Santiago dies. Choked on his own puke; no one knows it was you, Francis, who cooked him dinner using poisonous mushrooms. What was meant to be a peace offering was actually a death sentence … YOU REALLY ARE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH, aren’t you? With Santiago gone, you get a more meaningful role. Though, by the time this happens, you’re no longer a young man. Sure, your talent may have developed but you’re still a drunk and you’re still too fucking old to play Hamlet. You know this, the company knows this, the audience knows this…And your maker definitively knows this, for he belongs to a far more prestigious theatre company. You piss yourself when you’re offered the dark gift. And you ask your master if you can have a new name; SANTIAGO. He does not care what you call yourself. He is killed by his own coven for disobeying their rules. THE CURTAIN FALLS. EVERYONE CLAPS.

GIFTS: Though he is a young vampire, Santiago possesses the cloud gift; one which allows him to DEFY GRAVITY and FLY. Like other vampires, he also owns the power of TELEPATHY which enables him to read others’ minds, except that of his maker. 

Besides that he also has enhanced senses, enhanced strength, enhanced speed and the ability to parrot the voice of others though it is unclear whether this is a vampiric gift or a skill developed during his many years of acting.

WEAKNESSES: Vulnerable to sunlight, it burns his skin and requires many long hours of healing. Can die of starvation if he does not feed on blood. He can also be killed through fire or beheadings.

LIKES: The theatre, playwrights, show business, ballet, rowdy bars, penny dreadfuls, the coven life, drunken artists, teasing, applause, velvet, rainy British fields, organised slaughter, [...]

DISLIKES: Being ignored, being mocked, his old name, his old life, his old self, Hamlet, Louis du Lac, taking orders, forgetfulness, when others do not stick to the script, [...]

[wolfkilermoved]

@monstroum [ LOUIS ] sent : [ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

if there is one thing lestat finds he detests about the latest modern age , it is the noise . fervent and obsessive , the humans seem to revel in being louder than all the rest : their machines , the constant , insistent buzz of social media , the plastic vanity of their night life . . . it can all occasionally be too much to bear . and yes , though he is , on a frequent occasion , guilty of encouraging it , he still goes back to the quiet life of the good vampire when all is said and done . so it was more than a shock to learn his dear louis - book-ish , prudent louis , has allowed himself to become quite comfortable in these bursting at the seams settings .

a breath shudders out of him , cool against the warm flesh of the surrounding crowd , making heads turn and mouths gasp in recognition . they had both already eaten , ravenously consumed what felt more like a peace offering than shared pleasure , so there is no fear in that , but the hunger is more gluttonous these days - forever famished , an unhappy throb along his gums that must be sated by rats and the odd stray who's owners are found to be more spiteful than he . and then : louis's hand to his back , prompting him through . discouraging any lingering , no doubt , but light and loving and causing his muscles to stiffen . he is quick to glance over his shoulder , questioning and confident that he will not be led astray . not in this crowd , anyway .

" apologies , mon cher . i will try to be quicker . "

[ohsunshine]

continued from here. / ( @monstroum )

"Not to worry, Mr. Sagar," Alice says, with a brightness that she does not feel. Her expression gives away nothing, except perhaps the fact that she appreciates what was no doubt his best effort. It's a shame it wasn't good enough, but such is life. Oh, well, try again tomorrow!

Except that there are no second chances, here. Rashid was their only in, and he's gone and bloody blown it. How, she doesn't know. He's made himself irreplaceable in the running of the household, so why this is happening, she doesn't know. And Alice Molloy does not like not knowing things. ( There's a small, quiet part of her that doesn't like the idea of Daniel alone in that apartment, either, but she sets that aside. That's not her main concern here. It cannot be her main concern here. )

Nonetheless, her expression betrays none of this. She's quiet for a moment, but when she smiles, it's a bland, amicable thing that suggests she's thinking of nothing deeper than where she might get a cup of coffee.

"Remind me how long you've worked for them," she says lightly, shifting in her seat so that she's half-facing him. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Have they ever relieved you of your services like this before? It's strange, isn't it?"