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Property of the Talamasca: The 1982 Secret Writing of The Vampire Armand by mckatkat
Fandoms: Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice
31 Dec 2025
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PROPERTY OF THE TALAMASCA
In New York in 1982, Armand discovered word processors and personal computers. The disks and disks of his secret writings about his past, his present, his opinions on various musicals, his personal thoughts on vampire sexuality, and his former companion Louis were left behind and collected by the Talamasca.Chapter One:
THE FILE ON INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE
Appendix C: Selections of Relevant Portions of Typed Records Created by The Vampire Armand in 1982Chapter Two:
Typed Record #100
Provided to D. Molloy Per RequestChapter Three:
Cross Referenced: THE FILE ON THE VAMPIRE MARIUS
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24 Jan 2026
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Tweek Tweak is a suicidal prostitute who’s been looking for a way out. In comes Craig Tucker, a rampant serial killer with a penchant for blondes.
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Graduating early and leaving South Park had been Tweek’s main goal. But when rumors spread around after a misunderstanding, Tweek ends up asking Craig for a favor to fulfill a much more intimate goal.
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06 Oct 2025
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“I’m, uh… sober,” Tweek announces because what the fuck else is he supposed to say to his ex-boyfriend that he ghosted 10 years ago to go do drugs?
Craig nods slowly. He wants to say congrats, or I’m proud of you, or how have you been sober for this fucking long and not contacted me at all you fucking asshole–
(In which Tweek emerges from his decade long absence from Craig’s life as a sober desert hippie and Craig is just an emotionally stunted mechanic in South Park. They try to figure it out.)
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02 Oct 2025
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Daniel's linen shirt is wrinkled where it stretches tight across his chest, top three buttons left open to expose to the glistening plane of his sternum. A lock of blond hair is wet where it touches his forehead, curled from the humidity and Armand aches to push it aside. To drag his fingers through the mess of it. He could drop into Daniel’s lap and do it right now.
Armand folds his arms across his chest. He tracks the way Daniel’s thumb flicks over the switch on the lighter. Once, twice, and then it sparks to life.
“You’re the one who picks these disgusting muggy places to live, not me,” Daniel mutters, smoke crawling from between his lips. “I don’t see why you like this kind of weather so much.”
Daniel and Armand settle in Miami. Spend the evening on a hotel balcony and work out how to work someone dead into a sweat.