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i try not to be too overtly antagonistic with devils minion enjoyers lest i be accused of engaging in “ship wars” (idgaf and actually also like DM just fine) lol but… you know who *did* actually have a relationship off screen for many years (without anybody needing to make up extra stuff about armand doing additional memory wipes)? armand and louis. they were sucking and fucking for decades. i know they had bed death near the end but those two were doing hijinks for YEARRRS!!!! be respectful!!!!

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gaysie

relistening to beginning part of the vampire lestat and it’s still so crazy that in the show they had lestat’s first lines be seulement l’impossible peut fair l’impossible and louis to translate it back to him can you imagine you’re wryly quoting what your first doomed love said to you the night you fell in love a century ago and then now helen of troy walks in and says it back to youuu and he’s got a handsome face and a most agreeable disposition and you think he too is impossible…

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gallierhouse

It’s so funny that Armand has “ethical” eating habits for a vampire. He finds people he thinks deserve or want to die, and then he convinces them to play a game of cat and mouse with him, and he gets so visibly excited about it he’s openly flirtatious. Then he chases them through the streets for a few hours. Basically, he’s torturing them. He’s playing with his food. He’s having fun pretending to hunt. “Pretend” because if he was really hunting it wouldn’t take him any time at all. Then, once he catches them, he goes through their mind like a filing cabinet and brainwashes them into thinking they want to die, and then he kills them painlessly, which might sound better than throat-ripper Lestat’s modus operandi, but what Armand really does is subject people to physical and psychological torture for hours before removing their agency in their final moments. It’s worse. He doesn’t even leave people with their minds or dignity intact. No resistance. No hope. No clarity. Not even your final thoughts are your own. It’s presumably something Armand’s injected into your mind that he thinks you’ll like. He guts your mind like a fish before doing the same thing to your body and then goes home and is like, wow, another ethical meal for me, unlike all those savages that take bites out of random strangers. Good job, me.

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