sourweather🍊

@sourweather

Jamie/26/he/it. Writer and professional Jezal Dan Luthar fan. sourweather on ao3. NSFW, Minors don't follow.

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sourweather🍊@sourweather· 5d

My first book dropped a couple weeks ago! It's called Summer Nights, Cigarettes, and Spearmint Toothpaste and it's a modern queer spin on the rom-coms from the 90s that I love! If you've ever been a fan of my fics I can guarantee you'll like it ☀️🚬🦷 acoupofowls.com/product/preo...

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Mar 21

Some pics of my friend Diana because shes Everything to Me.

Picrew images of Diana De Romanus, a pale woman with very long brown curly hair, pale blue eyes, freckles, and fangs.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Oct 20

So I ran til I couldn't / and I screamed til my voice was gone / I believed what I shouldn't have / I don't know why 🍊🍊🍊

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Oct 12

A drawing of a small animal with sad eyes, covered in tomatoes that have been thrown at it. Its crying.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 15

Orange Blossom: Armand wakes Daniel up with an urgent question. "What was your mother's name?" archiveofourown.org/works/63083680

Orange Blossom flowers growing on an orange tree

Screenshot of a passage from the attached fic

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 15

Forget-Me-Not: Just because Armand is confident that wiping Daniel's memory is the right thing to do doesn't mean it's easy to make himself do it. archiveofourown.org/works/63080629

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 15

Purple Carnation: Daniel's kind of being a bummer while he tags along on Lestat's tour. Lestat shows him a good time. archiveofourown.org/works/63078280

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 15

Yellow Hyacinth: Daniel dances with another guy at the club to make Armand jealous. It works. archiveofourown.org/works/63073546

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 15

Orange Carnation: Daniel Molloy, notoriously shitty gift-giver, tries to give Armand something nice for Valentine's Day archiveofourown.org/works/63074920

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 4

POV you're Daniel Molloy

Screenshot of the description for a YouTube video titled "ASMR OBSESSED Girl Captures You + Eats Your Hair: Sniffing You, Counting Eyelashes, Face Touching". The description reads "omg hi bestie sorry about the leash I just needed to make sure you don't get away by accident haha anyway let's spend a lot of time together ok?"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Feb 2

Did fanart for my Devil's Minion fic where Armand has a Bad Night

Digital drawing of Armand from 'Interview With The Vampire'. Armand is a black silhouette, the only features that aren't black are his eyes and his right hand, which are bright red and dripping with blood. He's standing in a puddle of blood and is surrounded by text that reads "THE LIGHT TURNS GREEN. HORNS HONKING. YOU DONT MOVE"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 23

I know you wanna die together / I know you want this forever / I know you want hand holding in the park, rough fucking in the dark, pedal to the metal of your heart 💖

Digital drawing of Armand from the Vampire Chronicles novels. He is wearing a Lolita dress and holding a cellphone. The background features text that reads "FEED MY COMPLEX"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 22

I'd Wear That #armand #interviewwiththevampire

Digital drawing of Armand based on his appearance in The Vampire Chronicles novels. He's frowning, surrounded by text that reads "A Mask of My Own Face"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 12

Things you look up as a writer

Screenshot of an online article title: "Caregiving advice: How to feed someone with a swallowing difficulty"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 12

Post a vampire? Don't mind if I do 🧡

Gif of Armand from 'Interview With The Vampire'. He smiles, looks down bashfully, then looks back up.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 11

Listening to old music and feeling insane about Devils Minion for reasons that should be obvious

Screenshot of the lyrics to "it's been a long, long time" by Harry James and Kitty Kallen. The lyrics pictured are:

"Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since I can't remember when
It's been a long, long time
You'll never know how many dreams
I dreamed about you
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
So, kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 9

Teehee

Uquiz result. "Your Result: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (saw). You have a lot of (justified) anger and a lot of passion. Try to keep perspective through what makes you mad

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 8

YO!!!!!!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU KING!!!!!!!!!

Black doodle of an excited, undefined creature wearing an orange party hat

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 8

OMG WE'RE MATCHIES!!!!!!

A stack of black, red, and green beaded bracelets that say "written by Leigh Whannell" in gold lettering

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 5

Also bonus pic of Danny's face because I'm so happy with how cute he turned out ☺️

Sketch of Daniel Molloy as portrayed by Luke Brandon Field

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 5

I Depend On You 💙💚💛 Idk i really liked this trend and I thought it would be a cool opportunity to draw something inspired by Daniel's memory wipe. Like something something the ways Armand changed Daniel never went away even if the memory of who changed him did. do you Get It

Digital drawing of Daniel Molloy as portrayed by Luke Brandon Field. Daniel is drawn in all blue, lying back and posed as if he is kissing someone. The shapes of Armand's hands, nose, and hair overlap with Daniel's silhouette in green. Behind Daniel is an orange background with a Yellow wave mimicking an audio readout.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! MARK YOUR CALENDAR ALIGN IT WITH URSA MAJOR LOUIS' TRI-ANNUAL FUCK OFF AND FIND ME WITH APOLOGIES TO FOLLOW

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

December: "Sweet Tooth For You" Daniel Molloy x Armand. archiveofourown.org/works/61808881

The thoughts Daniel is boradcasting start to stray. He tries to maintain focus, but little flashes find their way to Armand regardless. Daniel, fourteen, begging his mother to bake her special chocolate cake recipe for his birthday. The one with a cup of dark roast coffee in the batter. It's his last birthday before his mother begins to see him as a disappointment. The cake tastes like love.

The frosting melts on Daniel's tongue. Armand licks his lips, chasing a flavor that isn't there. Daniel, seven, holding a mug of hot chocolate that his grandmother made for him. The mug is too large for him. He holds it in both hands, smells the steam. The warmth from the first sip feels like a hug, like it touches every part of him.

Armand doesn't tell him to focus. He keeps eating. Chocolate. Daniel, twenty-two. Armand sitting beside him, right now, lips gently parted like he's on the very edge of speaking. Armand's lips, his kiss, the way words seem to dance on his tongue. Chocolate. Armand's hands. Turning the pages of a book, plucking at the buttons on his shirt, wrapped around a coffee cup in a diner at three A.M. Chocolate. Black hair spilling over a pillowcase, long legs that effortlessly fall in step with his own when they walk together, glowing eyes like a big neon sign, one that points toward home.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

November: "I Could Search For All Eternity and Never See Your Face" Will Graham & Will Graham's Mother. archiveofourown.org/works/60277048

"...I mostly just wanted to say that I'm still here, I guess. And that I— I don't really know if I necessarily believe in heaven or hell, or anything like that, but... I hope that wherever you are, right now, it's nice."

Across the circle, Margot smiles at Will. Will doesn't notice. A lone car drives down the road that passes the cemetery, and its headlights cast Will's face in eerie relief for a single, fleeting instant. His features seem to glow in their wake, his eyes like burning stars.

"I miss you," he adds, softer than before. "I don't know how, I barely knew you. But I do. Sometimes... Sometimes, you show up in my dreams. And I wake up angry."

He laughs at himself, breathy and rough. "I get so mad at you, some nights. Really, really mad. Because I don't understand how you could leave me here, like this. Wherever you went, you should've taken me with you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, now. You were my mother, you were supposed to help me figure shit out.”

Will sniffs. For a few breaths, he doesn't speak. Hannibal watches as he ducks his head, smearing his wet cheek against his shoulder without breaking the circle.

"...But I love you. So much. I wish I'd gotten to know you better. I'm just… just sorry that we didn't get more time."

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

September: "So This Is Love" Adam Raki x Nigel Banyai. archiveofourown.org/works/61182601

The darkness is typically a sign that Adam's already crept off to bed, but the lazy croon of an old lounge song drifting in from the far end of their apartment tells him otherwise. Nigel lets himself be guided by it, pulled down the hall and all the way to their bathroom, a gentle glow peeking at him from beneath the door. He's close enough to identify the song, now. Julie London, ‘I'm Glad There is You.’ One of those songs that makes Adam want to slow dance in their kitchen, to tuck his face in the crook of Nigel's throat and sway against him all night long. Nigel takes the doorknob in hand, and pushes it slowly open.

Just shy of two years, they've been together, but Adam still manages to take Nigel's fucking breath away from time to time. He's soaking in the tub, languishing like a chick in an old oil painting. His pretty, pale body stretches out beneath the water, one arm propped on the rim of the tub to hold a small paperback novel safely out of the splash zone.

He looks up at Nigel when the door opens, crystal blue eyes flicking to his lover's mouth. His petal lips curl into a welcoming smile.

"Hi."

Not for the first time, Nigel is reminded of how exceedingly fucking lucky he is. "Steaua mea căzută," Nigel purrs, moving to kneel beside the tub. He leans close, and Adam turns his face to accept a soft kiss to his cheek. My fallen star

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

August: "I Know Exactly How This Ends" Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter. archiveofourown.org/works/60678688

Perhaps Will couldn't bring himself to do it, even after all they’d been through.

Hannibal scowls to himself as he sits up in bed, entirely and irrevocably awake. It's possible, of course. It wouldn't be the first time that Will's conviction has wavered, where Hannibal is concerned. Perhaps he saw Hannibal, sleeping and vulnerable, and that anger within him faded. Just slightly, just enough to give Will pause.

The thought makes Hannibal's heart stumble, plucks at his most humiliating weaknesses. It's something he's noticed before. Even when Will wants, more than anything, to kill him, he never seems to actually want Hannibal dead. No, Will wants them both suspended in the violence, trapped together on the razor’s edge of life and death, forever.

It’s the closest thing to being truly loved that Hannibal’s ever felt.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

July: "I Wanna Be Found" Lawrence Gordon x Adam Faulkner-Stanheight. archiveofourown.org/works/57673036

"Christmas in July, it's today. What, you never heard of it?"

"I have." In gimmicky sales advertisements and commercials for hokey TV movie marathons, primarily. He's never met a soul who actually observed it, though. It's an illegitimate holiday, at best. A string of meaningless words to be thrown around during the months where nothing particularly interesting happens. "I just don't usually... participate."

Adam's hand finds Lawrence's chest. They've both been sleeping in nothing but their underwear, lately. Trying to get the best of this damned heatwave. Unfortunately it doesn't do much to cool them off when they can hardly keep their hands off one another. Like overeager twenty-somethings, even a glimpse of Adam's bare spine beside him in the darkness is enough to make Lawrence ache.

Adam traces idling paths into Lawrence's skin as he speaks, fingertips dancing over his chest. "Oh man, I celebrate it every year. Have since I was a teenager. It's the best." He snorts, laughing at some unseen memory just behind his eyes. "Me and my roommate, we threw this huge party one year, and— you know that board game, LIFE? She had an old set in the back of her closet, so we made up a LIFE drinking game. But everybody wanted to play, and it only comes with like five of the little plastic minivans, so we had people using, like, bottle caps and shit. And my friend Ash, she was a crazy lightweight, right? She was the kinda chick to get fucking wasted off like three Mike's Hard Lemonades. And she made it all the way to the part at the end where you get old and retire without throwing up, and we were all so proud of her that we just declared her the winner. We weren't gonna count up all that fuckin paper money, anyway, who the fuck wants to do math on Christmas?"

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

June: "Lonely Eyes" chapter 39, "The Modern Prometheus" Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter. archiveofourown.org/works/353405...

He shoves Will under the water, then, grinding his cheek painfully into the ground. Bubbles fly from his mouth, his nose. His father’s hand is tangled up in the knotted mess of his hair. With his heart pounding like this, his lungs start to burn in seconds. He reaches up, fights with all his remaining strength to shove at the arms holding him down. His father’s other hand pins him by the chest. When pushing doesn’t work, Will starts to claw at him.

Will’s chest spasms. Every cell in his body begs him to open his mouth, to breathe. The heel of his creator’s palm forces the meat of his cheek hard against his own teeth, it feels like one of them might snap loose. Will’s hands turn clumsy, dumb. He can’t feel his fingers.

Eyes rolling, Will looks up through the haze of water. It’s late afternoon, the sun is mere minutes away from ducking behind the trees. It’s bright, warm. It feels wrong, Will thinks, seeing the sun right now.

In scary movies, people get killed in the dark. You’re not supposed to die in broad daylight.

Helpless, he caves to the pressure. His body forces him to gasp, sucking water down his throat. Will paws at the arm pinning his chest for another moment, then his hand slips down. His vision is going dark around the edges. He wraps his hand around his father’s wrist, he squeezes. The gurgling of the river sounds like his mother’s voice.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

April: "Spring Breaking" Adam Raki x Nigel Banyai. archiveofourown.org/works/59538061

He moved to stand at Nigel’s side, leaning against the kitchen counter and swirling the dark liquid a little before bringing it to his lips. He grimaced at the taste, quickly setting the bottle down, but he made himself swallow it anyway. Nigel laughed again, giving Adam another glimpse of his sharp teeth.

Adam huffed in embarrassment. Nigel’s laughter rang in his ears, made him feel childish and hot all over. He lifted a hand to wipe the beer from his mouth, but Nigel caught his wrist. Not tight enough to hurt, but more than enough to make every thought in Adam’s head screech to a halt.

Before Adam could so much as question him, Nigel’s mouth was on his own. His muscles went board stiff, paralyzed in place while Nigel kissed him. Nigel sighed against his mouth, gently kissing the alcohol from his lips.

Adam remembered how to move a few seconds later, and quickly turned his head away. The kiss couldn’t have been more than a handful of moments, but Adam panted like he hadn’t breathed in hours. The air tasted like beer, like the smoke that’s always clinging to Nigel’s clothes, like cinnamon gum.

“Tastes better on you,” Nigel breathed into Adam’s ear, and Adam shivered from head to toe.

sourweather🍊@sourweather· Jan 1

March: "Lonely Eyes" chapter 37, "Nowhere to Hide" Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter. archiveofourown.org/works/353405...