my favourite part of shakespeare plays is the person at the end that is like “see how these people fucked everything up. don’t do this. look at this fuckery. look at it. fuck this. fuck everything.”
NSFW Headcanon: Just because Gabrielle was a woman and often times treated poorly by The Marquis did not mean she was without power in the household. In fact, she would often use her body to her advantage when it came to swaying her husband’s decision on some of the more important matters their family had to deal with – (reluctantly, of course, but for the greater good overall.)
//A fascinating headcanon, but it unfortunately doesn’t jive with my vision of Gabrielle—but that doesn’t make it wrong, just not for me! =)
I’m of the opinion (and, again, just my headcanon) that Gabrielle would have done as much as possible to avoid sexual congress with the Marquis. As a man, he both disgusted her and was an object of pity and derision. This doesn’t mean she wasn’t the “proper wife” when the moment called for it—she was raised to be such—but that she lived her role out to the extent of her duties and rather little else.
And, since my personal headcanon runs along with one created by the amazing Brat Queen—that the Marquis sexually molested Lestat, I’m of the opinion that Gabrielle would have had as little to do with him as possible.
I’d also hazard to guess that, after she’d given him a handful of sons, she pretty much washed her hands of everything that came with being the Marquise d’Auvergne—she’d done her duty, hadn’t she?
I think that, as she grew older, she was more and more withdrawn and more indifferent to anyone besides Lestat. Some of this occurred early on, but the final hammer would have been the death of her daughter, the last de Lioncourt child (as insinuated by Mater in TVL).
Thank you SO much for this lovely headcanon!
Lestat owns one, unfortunately.
It’s one of his favorites, he almost never plays it publicly, just likes to fondle it often. In front of Louis.
I fell in love with Jim Jarmusch’s film Only Lovers Left Alive. Visually, it’s absolutely stunning. Everything is slightly sepia-toned, which is particularly appropriate considering the two main characters are vampires. I think my favorite thing about the film was that it didn’t scream “vampire.” I don’t consider it being about vampires at all, really. It’s more about art itself and love’s immortality. I absolutely loved it. Beautiful, subtle performances from Tilda Swinton, Tom Hiddleston, and John Hurt. Definitely one of the top ten films in my book!
Charcoal felt perfect for Adam and Eve. It’s rich but soft, pristine but chalky. Given the fact that they both manage to look impeccably polished yet ancient and disheveled at the same time, it was the perfect medium to use. I added the border in Pixlr because the piece looked unfinished without some sort of dark fraying around the edges.
If you haven’t seen the movie, please do—it’s surprisingly funny and heartfelt, not to mention being a literature lover’s dream. Kit Marlowe is a supporting character. Can’t get any better than that!
Side note: If Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston made a baby, that kid’s cheekbones could cut through steel.
Larger view (and my usual spiel) on DeviantArt.
Man, the quality on this is just horrible. I’m going to try to fix it later.
In any case, here’s Christine in her fifties or sixties rockin’ some Edwardian jewelry and perennially awesome hair.
Sometime last autumn I read a post where one of the Lestat role-players of the site answered a question/prompt about crossdressing with L’s fond reminiscence of a lady with whom they sometimes swapped clothes. So I sketched this on my 14 min morning train to school. Found the sketch yesterday and finished it, but now can’t find the original post or remember who was the writer. Anyway Lestat enjoying a corset (and yes that corset has a weird double lacing or smth)
Anon: What was the most arousing moment you’ve ever experienced Lestat?
Mortcharmant: “My— What an intrusive question, étranger gris. But I shall humour you none the less… I would have to say it was the night I allowed a delightful mademoiselle to put her corset on me. How it tightened and constricted was glorious and suffocating. I looked like ‘pure sex’ according to her as she added more to my “ensemble”. By the end of it I was dressed up more like a tart than she and it was exhilarating. I let her live after that moment and frequented her regularly for those games of ours. It’s a pity she died three months later at the hands of a violent pick pocket.”
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omg VampireBarons [aka dont-forget-to-knock] what a lovely message! I am so very glad that this crazy addiction of mine has such positive impact, especially when someone like you is in need of cheering up ❤
Isn’t it kinda bizarre that most of this blog is actually pretty upbeat and silly for what the author of IWTV, and the director of the movie version of it, consider “the saddest vampires you’ll ever meet”? I mean, c’mon, these are murdering dysfunctional vampire husbands, families, blood spouses and such!
… and then you have this fandom who looks at all the characters as a bunch of preternatural hipsters who just need hugs and kisses.
One could ask what’s wrong with us. I think there’s a lot that’s right with us.
