malisvaart:
Beware - Armand x Lestat ( fanart © malisvaart )
His face was turned to me, but not by design, his hair a tangle of curls
and blood. And with his eyes closed, and his hand open beside him, he
appeared the abandoned offspring of time and supernatural accident,
someone as miserable as myself. - the Vampire Lestat
nightislandofficial:
i have a lot of WIP daniel/armand comics. (that one i posted last night was previously part of ye olde pile.)
in the event i never finish the 4 different comics these panels are taken from, at least they won’t waste away in MS5 files, never to see the light of day.
vampires-and-witches:
Armand: I’m sick of your shit Lestat. Who made you the boss of the group?
Marius: We all did. Remember?
Louis: Marius said “Lestat should be the boss”, there was a votation and it was unanimous.
Lestat: And then you made me that little plaque that said BOSS OF US, you put on sparkles.
Armand: Ok, all are valid points but I’m still sick of your shit.
superhiki:
The last dance for Nicolas!
These two play such amazing roles in The Vampire Lestat and I wish there had been more insight into the two of them dealing with one another in Armand’s book. I imagine this scene as a final, hateful, farewell… Perhaps there is an ounce of sadness or even relief in the both of them.
I also included two wip stages in case you find those things interesting.
superhiki:
Wanted to do a painterly illustration of Armand from Vampire Chronicles.
I think the scene from his mortal days where he’s whipped and then… the stuff that happens… has all these unexplored layers.
Regret, reparations, the mixing of pleasure and pain and the guilt of seeing yourself as a victim- whether you see pain in your life as fate. Anyway, I love Armand’s character and his outbursts have always been fascinating!
I’d like to imagine that this scene is a vision he’s given himself. Going back to Venice and destroying it while his backside stings from lashes and the blood chills as it trickles downwards. A sheepish curl of his hand in his hair. The expression we cannot see. The hand clenching the beloved color of his master, maker, lover, etc.
nightislandofficial:
it’s 5:28 a.m., which means it’s bedtime for me! :| and also bedtime for Armand if he’s on the east coast.
auricaedus:
Finished the Armand thing I said I was going to do months ago :}
ft good ol scribbly background
