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ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
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jay | he/him, she/her | mid 20s | putting the vampire armand in The Device | ao3 @williamshooketh | i make edits too youtube.com/@ectoplasmjames_
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this is a talamasca meme
November 11, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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i will be only intermittently online for most of this week probably so here's an twip tuesday, i feel crazy
White walls, easels and canvas, sketches tacked up over more sketches. The window overlooks the garden. Louis can see why it became the studio, the light that filters in through the glass is strong and pure. “Spying?” Armand is in the doorway that opens onto the hall. “Just a little. I was just thinking the light is perfect in here.” “Yes, it always was.” Armand comes in and goes to the window. “My bed used to be in that corner over there. If I got up early enough, I could put the blinds up and watch the sun rise.” A little brusque, as if embarrassed, he adds, “Bookshelf over there. Desk a few feet from there. Really unfortunate picture of Brad Pitt on a corkboard over there.” Mutual laughter. Louis hugs him from behind. “Any photos of you?” “Dad probably has a lot. He was experimenting with photography, did his own developing.” “I’ll make him get the family albums out tonight.” “Actually—stay here, hang on—” Armand goes through the adjoining bathroom into Marius’s bedroom. He comes back a few seconds later with a framed photo. It’s of three teenagers: a curly-haired boy who’s obviously Armand in the middle, flanked by a slightly older Black boy and a blonde girl who’s kissing Armand’s cheek. Armand taps each face. “Riccardo. Me. Bianca. “Aw, that’s you?” “Yeah.” Louis wolf-whistles. “Okay, Pasolini Boy.” Armand gives him a playfully sultry grin. “Yeah? Would you do me at sixteen?” “Sick fuck. Yeah I’d do you when you were sixteen.” “Sick fuck yourself.” They shove each other, and Louis catches him, bites his ear and the corner of his jaw. Tongue in his mouth. The photo is set forgotten on the nearest easel. Louis’s just sunk his fingers into the flesh below Armand’s ass when someone calls Amadeo and Armand jumps a foot in the air and whirls around. Marius rounds the corner. “There you are. I thought you might be in here,” he says. Armand tries to step away from Louis, but Louis hangs onto him. “Admiring the view,” he says. Armand extracts himself from Louis’s grip. He’s flushed. He goes to Marius. “You repainted it.” His voice is high and brittle. “Broke my heart to do it, but white carried the light better.” “They used to be peacock blue,” Armand explains. “Always so much color up here. Dinner’s ready, I came up to tell you. I want you tell me what you think of this chianti, Amadeo,” he adds, raising his voice as he heads back downstairs. “They stopped carrying the old brand, and I’m not sure this new one is equal to it.”
November 11, 2025 at 12:42 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
dammit
November 10, 2025 at 5:20 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
also it took me longer than intended to reply bc every time i opened this thread i received this message and it would perplex me so much that i'd forget what i was about
November 8, 2025 at 8:42 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
happy friday here's some.? questionable? loumand exit interview? roleplay? i guess? marius is here in spirit
“Does he fuck you?” He already knows the answer from years of sharing Armand’s head, but Armand shifts his weight in the armchair and crosses his legs like the question makes him shy. He shakes his head. “Words.” “No. He doesn’t fuck me.” “So what’s he do with you.” “He uses his hands. Toys, sometimes. His mouth.” “Doesn’t like you touching him?” “He doesn’t like to be touched. It has little to do with me.” “Because Pandora says she got him to put in her plenty.” A little twitch at the corner of the mouth. “She’s had longer to try.” “So he likes having a puppet.” “Mm-hm.” “And you’re good with that?” “I’m good with anything.” “As long as it comes from him.” “With anything,” Armand repeats. “What’s your favorite thing he does?” Rustle of fabric. Armand squeezing his thighs together. “I’m not sure.” “He’s not sure. Why don’t you try thinking before you answer?” He’d blush if he had enough blood in him. Louis hasn’t fed in a while either, but he’s feeling what blood there is in him tug south. He lays a hand on the inside of one thigh, a pose that could be casual. Armand’s throat bobs. His eyes flick from Louis’s hand to his face, then to the open library door. “Are we doing this?” His voice is hushed. His eyes glitter. Louis tugs the fabric of his pants. “Answer the question.”
November 7, 2025 at 12:39 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
many peak details in the loumand bedroom set design but not enough love is given to this artistic rendering of some mechanical? part? that looks frankly far more suggestive than it should hanging right by the impact implements
November 6, 2025 at 1:51 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
actually my vision literally is just dr roberta bobby
November 5, 2025 at 6:58 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
Anyway this is my vision for lestat’s public facing twitter
tweet from dr roberta bobby reading “i never did coke bitch!!! But i put 3 melatonin’s up my butt and phreaked it…All night i dreamt of ghouls and devils”
November 5, 2025 at 6:47 PM
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yeah
meme edited to be a tweet from marius de romanus replying to the vampire lestat: “i’m going to go outside and light myself on fire. what are we doing to our beautiful catamites”
November 4, 2025 at 9:43 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
like i always say,
i don’t think my vika, the inventor of Tomato would be too pleased to hear about this
November 1, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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getting silly goofy with the form today
- It hurt so much I thought it would take me with it. If that was the price for having it taken away. I figured, so be it. It’s not that I don’t want to tell you [she added suddenly] it’s just I’m prevented from doing so. - Interesting way of putting it. - I’m forbidden from saying. - By him? You hesitated. You pressed your lips together. - Obedience is like a light in the house of God. - Hmm. What does that mean? - That to obey illuminates his Kingdom for you. It shows you the way to him. - Which him? She couldn’t keep the smile off her face when she asked it. In answer, you were like a dour-faced angel. You pursed your lips. - Was it consensual? - Yes. - You weren’t forced? - No. - Was it Father Gregory? A long pause. - You can just nod, if that’s easier. - It makes no difference. I’m forbidden to say. - One way or the other? - One way or the other. - He’s very handsome, Father Gregory. Another long silence. Helen smiled. - I’m not going to get anything out of you, am I? - Not if you keep up that line of questioning, no. - Understood.
November 1, 2025 at 4:38 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
shoutout also the six? people who liked my silly loumand watchlist on letterboxd, happy to be of service
letterboxd list titled "loumand cathedrals" including lost highway, anatomy of a fall, phantom thread, the duke burgundy, possession, gone girl, antichrist, the hunger, crimes of the future, secretary, gaslight, the bitter tears of petra von kant, and love is the devil: study for a portrait of francis bacon there are six likes on the letterboxd list
October 31, 2025 at 11:50 AM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
happy friday, a break (?) from the usual mold and rot for some good old fashioned canon divergence
in Armand’s hand. His fingers slacken. “Inside me,” Armand whispers, “please, I want it—” He’s never done this with a man. He and his meager array of men use their hands and their mouths, nobody takes it… But Armand turns onto his belly beneath him as though it’s second nature and there’s a rustle of fabric, finally, his pants down so Louis can— “Don’t,” Armand says as Louis feels around for his cock. He grabs Louis’s hands. “I don’t need it, just put it—” “What do you mean you don’t need it, of course you need it,” Louis says. He tries to push out from Armand’s grip, but Armand is unshakeable. “Not like I need this.” Armand guides his hands around to his flanks. Louis runs his palms up his hips, over the small of his back. The silken feeling of his skin—has it always been so smooth, so soft? He’s wet and yielding where he needs to be, and tender. Louis grips the base of his cock at the flutter of Armand’s hole against his fingertips. “When’d you do that?” he whispers. “This evening,” Armand says, “before we—I wanted—I’d hoped—” Louis’s head swims. He feels out of his skull. He spits into
October 31, 2025 at 11:40 AM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
the 4min brocon nightmare continues
He visits Great the next morning, because he hates himself. He’s a little hungover, and there’s a rushing noise of blood in his ears when Great opens the door. He’s in sweatpants and nothing else. His hair is wet and drips onto his shoulders, where Korn can see three livid bitemarks coming up. The man from last night is mercifully gone, but the evidence of him remains: behind Great, the bed looks like a war zone. All the bedclothes except the fitted sheet have ended up on the floor. Great frowns. “Phi… what are you doing here?” Korn blinks. “I. I wanted to say sorry for bailing last night.” Great gives him a weird look. “Is your phone broken?” “Huh?” “It’s just I’m kind of—” He glances over his shoulder and abruptly the rushing noise that he’s been hearing shuts off. It wasn’t blood in his ears, he realizes, it was Great’s shower, which means— “Nong, where did you—” A very wet, very naked man strides into the bedroom and locks eyes with Korn. For a second, nobody moves: Great stands rigid in the doorway, the man stares at Korn, and Korn, for his part, finds his eyes locked on the cock swinging between the man’s legs. Before he can get a handle on himself, his brain is swamped by visions of Great bent in half on that bare bed, the intruder gripping his ankles and— Everyone snaps into motion. Great makes a halfhearted effort to insinuate himself between them, the man cups his hands over his dick, and Korn tears his eyes away. “Sorry.” They all say it more or less simultaneously.
October 29, 2025 at 11:57 AM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
we make a nest for him every evening when it’s cold
small orange cat snuggled in a cozy blanket on an armchair. the blanket is batman patterned
October 27, 2025 at 10:23 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
also witness the horror of this non-exhaustive list of edit wips i've got
edit ideas * entities * corruption * dark * end * eye * flesh * web * extinction * boston low * mgb edit * bones and all emmylou * kinnporsche power re-edit * ROYGBIV + WHITE + PINK? * twin peaks red river valley harry dean stanton * lestat applause* * lestat everybody dies* * armand double dark* * lestat lestat lestat * odyssey of recollection * iwtv punish * iwtv blue monday (health)* * armand fwwm* * blasphemy core heaven * shine eusexua * psychosexual girl autumn 2 * elevator run (dreamers, piano teacher) * persephone * dads of horror * moms of horror * nope coyotes laughing
October 25, 2025 at 3:59 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
was going through my notes app and rediscovered this masterpiece
only friends characters as upsetting things my friends and i have said: mew - i don’t want my vagina to exist in the public consciousness in any way shape or form. I don’t want my cooch to have a reputation. ray - when a man’s been through so much that you’re like, this one’s on the house, slide a glass of pussy over to him boston - your thot is out there, cold and alone and scared! sand - *wearing a puffy coat, sleep shorts, and crocs outside in the dead of winter* i gotta beat the hoes off with a stick top - i made it through law school without any substance use problems, but i did lust after cotton mather once, and some might say that’s worse cheum - “boy, you look like you miss when we stone people to death” nick - scantily clad in the lanyard aisle looking for hoes boeing - licking another man’s ass is a threat display mewtop - gotta go home with a man and tuck him in (balls wise) sandray - “you have borne it as no other woman in england could have borne it” is just 1815 for telling her she takes it like a good girl bostonnick - mutually assured root chakra destruction bostontop - my political philosophy boils down to the fact that we as tops need to get worse
October 25, 2025 at 3:56 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
welcome back to the queasy 4min brocon hour
He unbuckles his belt and rewinds the video a few minutes, to the man fucking up into him. That whine. Tonkla makes noises like that. He rewinds it again. Great’s chest moves a little when he gets fucked. That’s unfamiliar, Korn likes his boys slender and effete. He likes feeling like he could shatter them when he fucks them. Great isn’t willowy, not like Tonkla is, but he’s not a big man. The breadth of his hands could cover Great’s waist. Lube squeezed from the packet onto his palm. He warms it in his fist and then grips his dick, slides it up, down. Queasily, he imagines the hot, wet clutch of Great’s asshole. A sordid little bolt of lust in his stomach. He times the rhythm of his fist to the roll of Great’s hips—lift up, and his fist drags up to the crown, a rough downstroke when Great drops back flush. Their breath is loud on the recording. They’re panters, both of them, the moans infrequent and bitten back, their breath coming out of their lungs like bellows. Great gasps and drops ungracefully. “You’re wearing me out,” he breathes, and he punctuates it with a soft laugh. The stranger’s hand tangles in his hair. His voice is low, but Korn can just make it out when he says, “You’re gonna make me do all the work now?” Mutual laughter, quiet and intimate. With a grunt, Great is rolled onto his back, and then they make out long and deep, for what feels like an hour. Great strokes up and down the man’s upper arms. They nudge their foreheads together. Mouths open. Trading the same breath. Great blinks at him. It seems like something tightens in the man’s shoulders. He flips Great onto all fours and pushes him face-first into the pillow. He plows into him, quick and mean, pants like a runner. Merciless smack of flesh on flesh. The audio isn’t good enough to pick up the wet sound of the lube, but Korn feels like he can almost hear it anyway. His hand works faster and faster on his cock.
October 24, 2025 at 11:47 AM
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missing him today
October 22, 2025 at 5:53 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
call this uhhhh sample saturday? i routinely forget that lestat exists but i Do enjoy writing him ngl
“I must ask,” Lestat says on the balcony, where Louis has fled for air, “why you keep insisting on cutting yourself on this particular knife?” “Says the guy who knew he was in the other stall and still stuck his dick in the glory hole.” Lestat blows a cloud of medicinal cherry vapor over the balcony rail. “Yes, but his maker wasn’t the next one in line. I can smell him on you,” he adds, and he almost sounds fond. Louis wrinkles his nose and waves the fumes away. “I’m astonished you can smell anything.”
October 18, 2025 at 2:13 PM
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here
He’s having trouble. Louis can’t blame him, he’s never a seen a cock that big, let along tried to take it. His instinct is to grab the lube and help him, but that would require touching Marius, which… no. And Marius is already on the task. Click of the bottle cap, clear and slippery fluid between his long fingers. Coating Armand’s hole and his own cock. Shaky breaths in and out. “Try again,” he whispers to Armand, who obeys and gets maybe another inch down before he balks and rises back up on unsteady knees. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. Louis has to strain to hear him. “It’s just really big.” Louis’s gut pulls in alarm. He knows that soft, defeated tone. Armand is blinking hard, over and over again, like he’s trying not to fall asleep. “I know,” Marius murmurs. He’s stroking up and down Armand’s thighs. “It’s hard when you’re so little, isn’t it?” Louis thinks a blood vessel pops in his eye. He swings a leg over and gets behind Armand, turns his head to face him with a firm hand on his chin. Armand blinks at him. “Hey. Look at me.” The lightest of smacks to his cheek. Nothing like the blows that would knock him to the floor in Dubai. “If you wanted this, you can deal with it. Hm? Armand?” Armand looks like he’s trying to remember who that is.
October 18, 2025 at 1:55 AM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
a scintillating part two, bc now i’ve talked myself into it
October 17, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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in depth character analysis on a friday morning
discord messages from me reading “the point is louis has the 2006 toyota corolla of dicks but his personality and his stroke game are such that insanely op vampires will get on the floor and start barking for it” “if that’s not the situation then louis can’t get off”
October 17, 2025 at 1:00 PM
ectoplasmjames.bsky.social
in lieu of a traditional filthy friday here’s some longhand horny stream of consciousness i haven’t typed up yet
October 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM
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GOT HIM (he's never heard of 3 will be free)
October 16, 2025 at 10:43 PM