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Hm. Your interpretation of this character displeases me. Guards! Take them away! Make them read the source material once more, and if that fails, the stocks.
7 per Armand, 14 per Thorne e 20 per Marius
7 What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
I like it when I see that there is awareness of both the pain that is in Armand and the cruelty that has characterized him for a long time. Armand for me is a difficult character who is and always will be marked by his faith. I think I appreciate it when I see that aspect of him being respected and understood. And I love to see people respecting, accepting, and understanding his feelings, the ones he has in Canon, both toward his story and toward the other characters especially toward Marius.The deep love that Armand has for Marius is one of the staples of his character and is extremely important and heartfelt.
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
Thorne
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
Thorne as I said in my opinion has become Marius' best friend and confidant. But if I move away from Thorne I think Avicus and Zenobia are to be considered as possible best friends of Marius. Both unfortunately did not get to be around Marius for long, Avicus for longer it is true, but they both love Marius deeply and owe him a lot. Teskmeth also! I think he too has a desire to be able to become a close friend of Marius. And I think Lestat too given their roles within the court and how Anne has placed them alongside each other. And then I like to think that Armand and Daniel as well as being his loves are also friends. I like to think that Marius no longer feels the need to hide things from them in order to protect and shield them, I think that now Armand and Daniel are also his trusted confidants that Marius relies on as well as lovers.
Thank you very much for the ask!
Ho dimenticato il personaggio hahahaj
Domanda 13, Marius
13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?
🤔...
Thank you very much for the ask!
Marius, 14 and 19
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
Marius
19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?
I personally don't have much love for his relationship with Pandora. I mean no disrespect to anyone it is simply my personal taste.Although I understand and would never deny that they loved each other very much. I think their constant fighting is not my thing. It is is my personal opinion, but I think there is too much between them that doesn't work. Although they have been together and loved each other for a long time, their relationship has been marked by many misunderstandings, and neither of them has ever made an effort to clarify them or change the way they deal with this relationship of theirs. And in a way it's sad, I think both of them have been too self-confident and too attached to memories of when they were mortal and admired the beauty of Rome. I think the memory of Rome brought them together but then too much happened and they were estranged. And time has not been kind to them.
Thank you so much for the ask!
Marius, 5 and 23 for the ask game
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
The First Song that come tonmybmind When i think of Marius is Behind Blue eyes by The Who
23. Favorite picture of this character?
He Is very close to how i Imagine Marius!
Thank you so.much for the ask!
18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire? (Marius again 😁)
I deeply admire the friendship of Marius and Thorne. Of course I love the immense love that Marius has for Armand and Daniel but I think Thorne is the one who knows Marius best because he has become his confidant and his best friend. I think the fact that Thorne shared his history with Marius led him to admire and feel a deep bond with Marius, so much so that he became his champion, so much so that he was willing to go against the rules for Marius and fight for the pain that Marius had shared with him. Thorne does not accept that there is no punishment for the one who caused that deep pain, and he sacrifices himself in order to give justice to the vampire he has come to know and admire and who there fact saved and helped him without even knowing him. When I read Prince Lestat I was very moved by the fact that after being freed Thorne wants at all costs to find Marius again. Thorne quickly became my second favorite vampire, I am grateful to him for being so important to Marius and for being the friend that Marius always needed. It is nice to see how strong and unbreakable their friendship is.
Thank you so much for the ask!
2. Favorite canon thing about this character? (MARIUS 😁)
The thing I like most about Marius' Canon is the love he has for what is human for art and knowledge. His love for art and being an artist that lead him to respect for the abilities of mortal artists is something I love and deeply respect about him. Marius never wanted to accept commissions or participate in competitions despite being a famous artist in Venice. And this stems from his awareness of the time he has, to learn to paint as an immortal, compared to the life of a mortal.And yet Marius does not feel he is equal to the Renaissance masters! Marius watches with wonder and immense passion what human hands can create through art. His immense love for Botticelli, his always feeling unworthy or less skilled at painting, reminds me of a profound truth for us artists, humility. To want to do more and learn more and to see in other artists an example to follow and an incentive to do better. I deeply love that in Canon Anne gave this aspect to the character Marius, it makes him even more true and admirable, especially for someone who is an artist and has been confronted in his life with all these things.
Thank you so much for the ask!
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your favorite anne rice character says a lot about you. for example, my favorite character is lestat. this is because i am a bad person
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Things punching my feelings on my most recent reread of Blood and Gold; the amount of times Marius uses the words ‘alone’ and ‘lonely’.
☪︎New headcanons for my beloved Marius ☪︎
- There had been countless words, over the centuries, that had accompanied the name of Marius. A marble god, an incarnate Christ, a legend who walked through the ages, a painter of embodied marvels in bewitching colors, a sage, a seeker of knowledge. The reality is that Marius had always heard a single word resonate within him: Keeper. He who cared for others, for centuries, others had fully experienced an immortality, in which he, had only been able to walk half. That had been his purpose and his burden, as well as his pride, to keep, to pay attention, all of that had been with him up to this modern age. So much had been silently asked of him, and Marius had always given, often, even renouncing his personal well-being. Not a martyr, far from him that word, but a defender, a bulwark for the continuity of their existence. Marius had always persevered, even in pain, even in anguish, even if many of his fears and questions and anguish came from that role of guardian. Until all that he had known and accepted was over. Everything, in a few moments, the goal, the effort, the pain and the honor. What was left was a numb soul, or rather, numb to his own pain.Much had happened and much had flown under the inexorable hourglass of time. Marius had loved again and suffered again, he had closed himself off again, and again he had let himself be tempered by the most austere part of himself. Everything had changed, with the desire and the realization of those laws that should have always marked the walking of blood drinkers through time. Marius had a purpose again, new acquaintances, new friends, always busy with something or someone. And finally, again, he felt his true self scratching insistently against the walls of his breastbone. The desire to be present had returned, to be a guardian of time. In all of this, Marius had realized that the little free time he had was precious. He had realized that the time had come to be his own keeper as well. Marius had started to take care of himself, aware that it was something he had never really done. He had pushed a lot under the mists of a 'not now' or 'there are much more important things'. Now, however, Marius, after dedicating himself with passion and attention to every task, or person who needed his attention, after, dedicated himself to that long hot bath, or to that book he had never read and always in his thoughts, to that text not translated into a language that all blood drinkers could consult, that museum to revisit, etc… Marius loved that little alcove of solitude, even if at times, he was forced to share it with his loved ones. Daniel and his films, Armand and his photos, Pandora and her studies, Bianca and her little eccentricities. And Thorne. A friendship born almost by chance, which had become authentic, generous and special. Strange to think how loving yourself can allow you to love even more those you already love deeply, yet this was what time, immortality, had brought to Marius.
- Marius has never been a sleeper. Certainly not a lazy person. Never in any aspect of his life. But there was a part of him that loved the languor, the delicacy of being calm and satisfied. Those days when there was no need to be present or rush to do anything, those days when Marius opened the balcony door to let the rich spring area enter. Marius filled the large red velvet bed with every interest, books, sketchpads, notes and photos. He spent hours lying there enjoying those little things. And when the night got darker, Marius enjoyed the frivolous and perfumed breeze, dozing off, calm and serene. Those little naps were a source of great joy, often, Marius woke up from them with a smile, aware that he had walked in happy moments, with those who had been beside him, on his journey towards immortality. Satiated with all those colors that rubbed against his eyelashes, before returning to the world, a eulogy to his life. Marius was not lazy, but some things can only be appreciated with closed eyes, only with the mind of the heart. That happiness was the invitation to seek the future one.
- Marius didn't like the cold, but he loved the snow. Was that division strange? Not for Marius. Marius had always been divided into extremes, everything about him held back and controlled on one side, while on the other everything screamed endless passion and abandon. But the snow, which had been tied to horrible memories, now brought joy and lightness to his soul. The snow had given him his dearest friend. The snow had brought him serenity, from a window, while a crackling fireplace took care of a delicate but joyful sharing. The snow in the present had given him, faces and aspects of the people dear to him, that he didn't think he could welcome. Like Louis who, just for once, plucked up the courage to play, throwing a snowball in Lestat's face. Smiles and precious. Thorne trying, over-gentlely, to convince Daniel, that no, the snowman they were building, couldn't hold Thorne's Viking war-axe. God only knew how Daniel had discovered it or how the idea had come to him! Pandora smiling ethereal, with snowflakes in her hair and on her face, framed by that effortless and luxurious smile that a young woman had centuries ago, when she walked like a goddess in the mortal world. And Armand. Armand who uncertain, but determined, with bright eyes and a delicate blush on his cheeks, caressed the front of Marius's red coat, trying to free it from the snowflakes. The snow didn't fall anymore, but those delicate caresses didn't stop. A delicious soft laugh left Marius's lips, a moment of stiffness touched Armand, then a frown, followed by an intensifying red in his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes. Then the face resting on Marius' chest, and, the smile that told how, the sound of that laughter, and the beating of that heart, filled Armand with peace.
Thank you for reading!
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"I'll never forgive Marius for what he did to Armand!..... But I'll forgive Louis for being a slave owner. I'll forgive Louis for having a romantic relationship with a 5 year old. I'll forgive Armand for keeping children as blood pets."
Y'all don't even realize how mad stupid you sound, do you?
"oh but you see I can girl-code those ones and make them sweet angsty baby blorbo victims, can't do that with gross old manly Marius"
✶☽ Here we are with my new headcanons for Marius.
[I arrive a little late for Marius's Mondays and I'm sorry! But as promised here we are.]
From Marius' rooms in the castle there always came a delicate scent of roses. This is because Marius always kept a bunch on his desk. Red, shiny, velvety and full of perfume. It wasn't a gesture of vanity, and really not even of simple admiration for something so beautiful. No, for Marius, roses were an indissoluble bond with his Rome. With a mortal past, which had made him a happy man. Roses and their petals, when they covered Rome on events. Those days when his father took him by the hand and led him to discover the Eternal City. The rose petals in the public baths, where Marius loved to rest, or spend time with his brothers. Talking, joking about life, about the future. Rose petals, were in his sisters hair, distilled on his stepmother's neck. When she held him in her arms as a child, Marius remembered with nostalgia, he buried his nose in the crook of her neck, and that perfume enveloped him, leaving only sweetness and love. Roses are for Marius like walking again beside those he has loved and lost. That perfume is a litany of love, a poem of joy.
- When Marius was a child, his father often took him with him, taught him names, laws, illustrious people, honor, family. Marius loved all this and fathered him immensely. While he hated that those walks sometimes brought them in front of slave sellers. Many times Marius's child's eyes had rested on them, and he had seen in them a reflection of himself. Very light hair, and eyes of an impossible blue. Marius observed, and brooded, small as he was, doubt was already growing inside him, the awareness of not being 'whole' in the eyes of most. He looked at his father and saw golden hair, and clear eyes, but they weren't like his. He didn't have that gold or that sky. He had the ocean and the gentle warmth of a candle burning at night. He wasn't like his father. He was like his mother. His father noticed the change in little Marius. Then he took him in his arms, lifted him up and smiled at him. And Marius could only laugh in turn. Then his father held him and stroked his hair and whispered to him: "Luceat lux vestra." (Let your light shine)
- Marius was always ecstatic when he was surrounded by books. Now after millennia he had managed to develop an external self-control, but inside he was always a smiling child. But whether as a mortal man or as a young vampire, Marius had always been enthusiastic about knowledge. As a young boy, he ran from side to side, searching and collecting scrolls, with stories, research, poems, anything that could set his intellect in motion. And he spent hours, unable to tear himself away from the wonder of words written by another human being, yet so close to him, to his mind and to his heart. As a man he had become more selective, even more careful. Since he loved all knowledge, he didn't preclude anything, but he organized what to devote his interest to him first, then proceeding to study the rest. As a young vampire, he'd grown ravenous. Everything he set his eyes on, he wanted to learn, own, understand and experience. Being a vampire granted him this with extreme ease. So he often found himself asleep, among the scrolls, exhausted but happy, full of perspectives and ideas. He voracious of all that knowledge, bewitched by the courage and clarity with which the human mind can expand and indulge. To ourselves and to others. The smell of the parchments first, and then of the books, were a balm for his fatigue or for his disappointment. Those clean and black words on the paper, that familiar and deep smell, made him happy.
Thanks for reading =)
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“I looked at him rather boldly, enjoying it for a moment, overcoming a shyness that had been our curse in this modern world. In Venice of old, he had gloried in his clothes as men did then, always so sharp and splendidly embellished, the glass of fashion, to use the old graceful phrase. When he crossed the Piazza San Marco in the soft purple of evening, all turned to watch him pass. Red had been his badge of pride, red velvet—a flowing cape, and magnificently embroidered doublet, and beneath it a tunic of gold silk tissue, so very popular in those times. He’d had the hair of a young Lorenzo de’ Medici, right from the painted wall.”
— The Vampire Armand
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Day 8482847 of 50% of posts in the Marius tag being hate that I have to block.
Once again - and I'm not asking this time, I'm telling.
USE. ANTI. TAGS. IF. YOU'RE. GONNA. SHIT. ON. A. CHARACTER. FFS.
Y'all are gonna make me violent.
It's like Christian evangelists, they aren't gonna keep quiet because they think they have a moral obligation to spread this shit around
Are you serious? 50%?
Well sometimes It makes me laught to think of these Little covens that love and feed themselves.Nonsense all around. But i do understand and share the outrage and anger for sure. I have no sympathy for these scoundrels. In the end the fact remains that Both as character as a vampire there Is no One as complex and fascinating as him.Know how It Is? They have neither the Heart nor the mind to understand such fine character. It's like offering a Dom Perignon to someone Who lives on table wines.
Sens Them to hell with regards.
( But Why the hell Anne Rice Say Yes to this shitty show? I ' m not into It but God Why?)
Aesthetic moodboard: Marius/Daniel
Aesthetic moodboard: Marius/Pandora
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“‘I want the strength to grow older,’ Marius said. ‘I want to find wonders around me as I always have. If I don’t, I’ll lose the strength to continue and that is what bites into me now. Death has put its hand on my shoulder. Death has come in the form of disappointment and fear of scorn’”