so, my hair did a thing
based on the assumption that human blood can survive in a vampire for about the same amount of time it can in a human body, vampires would only need to feed three or four times a year (red blood cells live about 110 days on average). this would be if they completely drained all their victims.
humans can survive losing up to about 40% of their blood, which means that a vampire pushing their limits with each victim would probably need to feed 12 times a year minimum
so like once a month
Hey guess what else happens once a month involving blood
omg no
Now that’s recycling
OuO a well-supported argument in #vampire physiology!
@grimdarkthroes: How I found VC and my descent into vampire hell
My (bio) cousin makes video games for a living, plays and makes guitars, and is a massive video game and roleplaying nerd. So little me went all spiral-eyed whenever he did anything for me.
He bought me two very important books for my 12th birthday. The Vampire: the Requiem rulebook (the red book), and IWTV. Naturally, I devoured both.
I read IWTV and everything was wonderful pretty much instantly. There wasn’t a single part of that book I didn’t adore. It was through my rapid and all-consuming obsession with vampirism that I actually started to bloom; creatively, socially, mentally, everything just started to resolve and I started to become a person I like. Yes, I read Twilight during this initial discovery stage. Yes, I was in the fandom briefly. But it was so hollow compared to what I had already read that I was perplexed that others seemed to not want to branch out into real, monstrous vampirism.
Essentially IWTV is what sparked me going from awkward pubescent to actually pretty great 20-something. I now LARP with the MES (VtR, of course) and write urban fantasy and am generally completely in love with vampires.
But now a confession: I’ve only ever read IWTV. I haven’t read all of the VC, despite owning literally all of it (sometimes multiple covers per book!) So which should I finally read next?!
#I love stories like these, how we got into this mess series.
It’s heartwarming to see how the Ricean vampires have had such a positive effect on ppl in their formative years. They are dysfunctional hipster vampires, all kinds of flaws and existential crises, they try to resolve them, they try to find the answers to questions big and small, and in general promote a trust in one’s self, an inner confidence and an ability to draw pleasure from even simple things. These are good things for anyone, of any age, to absorb.
YOU SHOULD READ THE VAMPIRE LESTAT NEXT you’re going to love it!
Is Lestat’s dog, Mojo, still alive?
Mojo is unfortunately dead. I don’t remember it said explicitly in canon, but he was already an adult dog in ToBT (published in 1992, story taking place in 1986?), and here we are, 23 yrs later, so… one can assume he’s passed on.
“Humans live as long as they do to learn to love with all their heart. Dogs are born with this ability, and that’s why they don’t live as long.” [X]
There was a beautiful little chapter in a long!fic in which Lestat puts him down humanely ;A;
They’ve since gotten a new dog (in fanon). His name is Murphy, I believe. He will never replace Mojo, and he isn’t meant to. As any dog owner might agree, every dog has its own life and relationship with its family.
//What if Lestat’s propensity toward writing so many books is not so much just grandiose storytelling but..
1: An attempt at atoning for those first years he kept so much from the ones he loved (Nicki, then Louis, even Antoine) and ended up hurting them, by now oversharing basically everything.
2: His own desperate attempt at self-therapy so he doesn’t completely lose it anymore than he already does.
Yes, I think so. His first book was definitely an answer to IWTV… “Read between the lines.”
If you were interested in trying BV, the first part is free on Amazon UK for kindle (I just ‘bought’ it), and might be on other Amazon sites as well. :)
OuO thanks, maybe one of my followers will give it a try… but still, this is how i feel about trying to actually read it MYSELF…
remember-me-you-clever-boy
replied to your post
“Can you list a few modern professions you feel Lestat would have, if…”
It’s funny that you said illustrator bc my headcanon is that Lestat can’t draw to save his life (that’s why claudia liked drawing so much), vampire or not
Also: Lestat the young theatre actor. Louis the bookshop owner. Armand the eternal intern lol
Hmmmm, well, yeah, I used to headcanon that Lestat can’t draw, but then there are these quotes about his handwriting, so I feel like he does have some skill, but maybe just hasn’t really tried to Art specifically:
- “… Lestat does everything in a big way-covers half the page with his magnificent lettering.” – David Talbot, Queen of the Damned
- “[Mona’s] generation, with Touch-Tone phones. Big deal! I can write with a quill pen in a flurry of curlicues you wouldn’t believe; let’s see her do that. And I don’t spill a drop of ink on the parchment, either.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, Blood Canticle
Lestat the young theatre actor WELL OBVIOUSLY! *facepalm for missing that on my list*
Louis would definitely be a bookshop owner, he would handwrite all those little Staff Rec tabs, too. And he wouldn’t sell special editions to anyone he felt wouldn’t take care of them.
Papá, I wanted to thank you for eveything. You and Papá Noir, Louis, for saving me back then and for the numerous moments of love that we shared. Happy Father’s Day to both of you, although a little late. I love you eternally. -livingdollclaudia
♛ Mon bijou, on those darker nights when I feel more alone than ever, I often close my eyes, and imagine you near, nestled against Louis and I as he reads us one of your favorite stories. You were always as much mine as his, and we both belonged to you. Was it fate that led him to find you? Was it fate that forced me with burning purpose to keep you with us? I remember your scent – lavender, white gardenia, and chrysanthemums. Spring captured and reformed into the perfect little girl. We love you still.
dear lestat, if you could how would you spent fathers day with claudia? and how would you spend fathers day with your own father?
♛ Dear anon – this is a painful question… when I reflect on my own parenting, I have to compare myself to my father. Certain things were, unfortunately, passed down. Even as I tried to be the father he couldn’t be. Interestingly, he had told me little of our family’s origins, for his own reasons, and I had to hold back alot of similar information from my “children.” In my case, however, it was for their own safety. And sanity. Never made that comparison before.
Father’s Day as we know it didn’t exist when they were alive…
Of course, Claudia and I would have special occasions at the slightest excuse, so we did share many nights in celebration of our bond as father and daughter, with and without Louis’ involvement. There were some things he just wouldn’t do!
One such night might include riding out on horseback to the old plantation, she loved the closeness of being held tight to me, the rush of the speed of the animal. We would pretend it was a haunted house, and would hunt for ghosts. I might hire performers in different rooms to play out a story for her. She knew it was an act, but she loved it anyway.
Dinner together, of course. Watching her play with her food was always entertaining, especially when she would look back at me, see that I was proud of her, and then grin wide enough to show her beautiful little fangs!
When I reflect on my father, I see him as mostly an angry presence… it seemed that there was little I could offer him to earn his affection. Even when I provided well for our family (and I use the term “family” loosely here), the most I could ever get from him was a grunt of disappointment in how long it had taken me to do it. One couldn’t simply waltz into a supermarket and just pick up a few packs of prepared meats, I had to chase these things down! With tactics! And weapons!
When we were together at Pointe du Lac, my father had mellowed somewhat by age and infirmity, and we did spend some pleasant evenings together. His hands trembled when we played chess. Those same hands that had struck me countless times for the most minor infractions; it seemed my whole body was allergic to them, even in my altered state. He wanted the comfort of touch in his blindness… but I could only bear to hold his hands in mine a few times. Fortunately, Louis’ family was kind to him, and they brought out a side of him that I hadn’t seen before. He spent hours listening to Louis’ sister play the spinet. She had lost a father, he had never really had a daughter, I was grateful to her for whatever bond they formed between them.
