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put those big brown eyes away dude now is NOT the time
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Armand and the blue roses 💙
Drawn for the Spring Festival prompt "Floralia/Bed of Roses and Thorns" hosted by @deromanuscoven
🎨 Alcohol markers, ink pens, color pencils, airbrush
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me @ my mutuals
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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well
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As soon as I saw the Floralia prompt, I knew I wanted to reach out to @littleshopofflorrors for a collab! 🥰 I love their flower arrangements based off the Vampire Chronicles characters, and here we are! Thank you so much, Lorrors, for creating these gorgeous bouquets, and for letting me draw them with my blorbos! 💖
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desertfangs · 15 hours
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Went for a trad art 💀
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Hi 👋 it's Eric from the Vampire Chronicles, my best buddy!!
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More fun for the @deromanuscoven Spring Event 😈
Day 4: I want only your love or death.
Written by @herbeloved82 and me.
Find it on Ao3 here!
He could read it in Louis’ mind. He’d lost him again. Armand knew that Louis was never his to begin with, but over the years, they’d grown comfortable with one another. But now, there was a distance between them that Armand had felt before.
It didn’t help that Lestat was more than happy to be open with his lavish displays of affection for his all too indifferent partner, but the evening that neither Lestat nor Louis had so much as shown their faces before midnight, that was when Armand knew that he was alone once again.
Lestat had descended from his ivory tower to grace them with his presence. Even without the ability of reading his thoughts any longer, Armand didn’t have to pry to see the Prince’s smug expression, but it was the scent of something unnatural still running through his veins that told him what had happened. Louis slunk down to read in the library several minutes later, carrying that same unnatural scent.
Armand had smelled it a handful of times at court - more and more, now that their doctors in residence had time to experiment with perfecting the delicate balance. He knew that the open offer was there, yet, Armand never sought out Seth or Fareed to try it, but now, watching the way that Lestat draped himself across Louis’ lap, their cheeks still flushed, Armand had decided now was the time.
Only, there was no one with which he could. Not with Louis back to being Lestat’s pet or Daniel taking time alone in Rio, now that he seemed well enough to do so. That was when he overheard Chrysanthe’s voice. He glanced up, peering down the hall that led to the salon from which the sound of Marius’ laugh drifted over the sound of a crackling fire.
Armand’s eyes narrowed fractionally as he listened closer to the words. It was nothing of import - nothing that he and Marius hadn’t discussed countless times in the past. History. Politics. And yet, as Marius laughed again, Armand could hear the soft rustle of fabric as one of them must have gestured or moved closer.
Part of him wanted to look into the room, to walk in as though he hadn’t noticed that they were even there, but instead, he simply sat on the other side of the library, glaring at Lestat, who was now nipping at Louis’ jaw. It was a battle he would never win, for once Louis’ attention was elsewhere, not even the end of the world could draw him out of his shell.
And yet, there was the smallest crack in Louis’ facade as he tipped his head closer to Lestat’s for a kiss.
That was enough.
Armand stood quickly and stormed out of the room, leaving the library, but he stopped on his way to the salon when he saw Seth and Fareed approaching from the other side of the hall. Dressed alike, as always, it was Seth who carried an ornate looking wooden box and Fareed glancing toward the salon, from which the sound of Marius and Chrysanthe’s conversation continued.
Seth and Armand’s eyes met for only a moment, but it was Armand who looked away first, shying away from the weight of his dark gaze. Armand drifted to one side of the hall, yet they did not move to pass him, instead entering the salon before Armand could even see inside of it.
Fareed’s voice immediately joined Marius and Chrysanthe’s, and from his tone, he seemed pleased with what he saw. “Marius, Chrysanthe,” a brief pause, in which Armand could practically feel himself bristling. “It’s good to see you about, we were getting worried. We need our prime minister after all.”
“It is my duty to help our Prince.” Marius said with a detached voice that had little in common with the laugh that still echoed in Armand’s mind. It was like something switched off inside Marius, but the difference was clear. Marius had no interest in small talk with the doctor, yet the sound of his laugh with Chrysanthe told another story entirely.
Armand had always been his own worst enemy, and right now his mind was conjuring the worst possible scenario. He knew what was in the nice box Seth carried, what else could it be if not the triple cursed hormones? 
Armand found himself grinding his teeth. He could taste the metallic taste of his blood in his mouth as he imagined Marius accepting the box from Seth, a gentle and enigmatic smile on his too expressive face as he nodded towards Chrysanthe. 
He could see her delicate hand wrapped around Marius’ arms as they walked to his bedrooms, where they would - no. Absolutely no, he decided, he wasn’t going to stay around to see them leaving together. He was done for the night. 
Those were his thoughts when he walked away and left the main floor with its too many happy couples. 
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desertfangs · 15 hours
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6. Bed of Roses
A peaceful moment between Armand and Lestat. Most times they tease, criticize and offend each other , but sometimes they stop fighting like wild tomcats. In These rare nights they make love to remove the sexual tension between them. Most times it ends in Barbaras rose garden…
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desertfangs · 1 day
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Armand baby eyes
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Marius POV like
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desertfangs · 1 day
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bonus louis accompanying the lestat
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desertfangs · 1 day
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I love when Lestat meets Quinn, a vampire who has no mortal or vampiric close relation to him, and immediately starts calling him little brother like vampires cannot help but make things incestuous
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desertfangs · 1 day
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i don't know how to flirt so i just stare at you like a cat dragged out of a dumpster and hope you can see the longing in my panicked gaze
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LOVE the new chapter -- I literally read it during intermission at a ballet. It is so good, thanks for posting it!!!!!!
AAaaaaa thank you!!
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Wait, wait, are you a dancer in the ballet? Or were you there to watch the ballet? Or some secret third thing?
But oh my gosh I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! 💖💖 Thank you so much for squeezing it into your day at the ballet and sending this message!! I am giving you a freshly baked cookie and a high-five!
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desertfangs · 1 day
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The idiots.
I love ,,Devil's Minion" chapter so much
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