If Prince Lestat doesnt have a part were Armand refers to him quoting mean girls I’ll be so disappointed…
“He is a life ruiner. He ruins peoples lives.”
lestat: *dramatizes*
louis: *angsts*
armand: *blends*
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT. I’M SHIPPING.
ooc; armandromanus’s reaction to my last response to gorgeous-fiend (via a-misunderstanding-my-love)
[I am still shipping and this is still NOT FUNNY, they are going to destroy my heart as soon as Lestat finds out about Nicki omg whY
(via armandromanus)
Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
Romans 12:2
*pokes and kisses his cheeks*
Bianca! Where have you been?
Lestat here. I want to answer this question from Zaira Maranelli:
“Lestat… could you explain to me what is love for you? I speak about the deep love that make you suffer and pain, that make you forget about you and your thoughts… Have you really ever felt that?” Love, for me, Zaira, is caring for another so completely that that person is as important to you as yourself, so that you suffer when that person suffers, you know joy when that person knows joy, and you cannot separate your own fate from that person’s fate without considerable angst and misery. That is love. And yes, I have known it —- for my mother, for my beloved Nicholas and for Louis, and for Claudia, and for Armand and for others. Love is rooted in understanding, deep emotional and physical attraction, and in common sympathy. And once you love some one like that, well, you have given a hostage to fate. I find it impossible to live without loving. I find it excruciating to feel that I am utterly unloved. I thrive on loving and on being loved. I cannot contemplate living for any length of time without the hope of love, without hoping to experience love in my daily existence, and without the hope of knowing love in the future. In my worst trials, the memory of having been loved, and of loving has sustained me. Part of the agony of loving can be discovering that you have been cruel to the one you love, that you have cheated that person, that you have rejected the loved one when you did not mean to do it at all, that you have failed the person utterly. I have experienced all this; the fault was in me; not in loving. I have loved imperfectly, but I’m learning to love in new and better ways all the time.
ooc; The continued saga of Mater Gloriosa’s RPing
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Lestat here. The first question I want to answer today comes from Garrick Woolley: “Lestat, what was the greatest thing about being born to darkness when Magnus worked the Dark Trick?” — The greatest single thing about receiving the Dark Gift was the sense of power, the immediate awareness of heightened senses and greatly heightened strength. And young men are almost always seduced by power. The sense of being more powerful than humans, of being able to overcome any human adversary — well, that was dizzying. And later on, when I did pass into a human body at the behest of the Body Thief, that was what I immediately missed: the power. It takes years, maybe centuries to grasp other aspects of the Dark Gift, but the sense of greatly enhanced power is immediate. And thanks, Garrick, for the question. The second question I’ll address today is from Elizabeth Evelyn Pedro: “Lestat. I have fought long and hard to think of the right question to ask you. Then it came to me, asking a question to you is like asking god why he (or she) does what he does. There is no right question. There isn’t one I can think of that would not all ready have been asked. But I did finally think of something. Do you have a question? Any thing you want to ask us your followers? I’m quite sure you will get a honest answer.” Thank you, Elizabeth, and there is something I would like to ask of you and other readers: what is the one thing you truly loathe and despise about me? I’d be very curious to hear your answer. I’d also like to know how it is that you can overlook or forgive this thing, whatever it is, that you so despise in me. Of course I imagine some of you can’t forgive me for the traits you despise, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on that too.
You guys that second question!?!
what is the one thing you truly loathe and despise about me? … how it is that you can overlook or forgive this thing, whatever it is, that you so despise in me.
Nice to see; I wasn’t familiar with the US paperback cover!
Seems like this book is on everyone’s mind at the moment… either Anne Rice is using her Lestat RP (there’s a phrase I never thought I’d type) to drop hints about connections between Memnoch and Prince Lestat, or it’s all a big coincidence and we’ll sleep easier after the book comes out.
Can I just bitch about how we have to wait two extra days in the UK? Good. Because this is me, bitching.
#nostalgia flare-up bc this was the edition I read!
AR’s Lestat RP (omg yes that word has been bandied about and it’s perfect) does seem to be hinting about him an awful lot. Whether he appears or is referenced in Prince Lestat or a later book (since PL is just the beginning of a new veering-off series apparently) is anyone’s guess.
Avoid tumblr 10/28-whenever you read it, there will probably be spoiler explosion and I may, myself, commit acts of spoilage.
Another fan question for Lestat answered:
Lestat here. I want to answer this question from Zaira Maranelli:
“Lestat… could you explain to me what is love for you? I speak about the deep love that make you suffer and pain, that make you forget about you and your thoughts… Have you really ever felt that?” Love, for me, Zaira, is caring for another so completely that that person is as important to you as yourself, so that you suffer when that person suffers, you know joy when that person knows joy, and you cannot separate your own fate from that person’s fate without considerable angst and misery. That is love. And yes, I have known it — for my mother, for my beloved Nicholas and for Louis, and for Claudia, and for Armand and for others. Love is rooted in understanding, deep emotional and physical attraction, and in common sympathy. And once you love some one like that, well, you have given a hostage to fate. I find it impossible to live without loving. I find it excruciating to feel that I am utterly unloved. I thrive on loving and on being loved. I cannot contemplate living for any length of time without the hope of love, without hoping to experience love in my daily existence, and without the hope of knowing love in the future. In my worst trials, the memory of having been loved, and of loving has sustained me. Part of the agony of loving can be discovering that you have been cruel to the one you love, that you have cheated that person, that you have rejected the loved one when you did not mean to do it at all, that you have failed the person utterly. I have experienced all this; the fault was in me; not in loving. I have loved imperfectly, but I’m learning to love in new and better ways all the time.
katzenfabrik replied to your post: anonymous said:So, David is an or…
I think the body’s original owner is described as Anglo-Indian, a term that makes me think of the British Raj, though Wikipedia says it’s still in use today.
mickimonster said:
he was either pakistani or indianepicureanmarius said:the body belonged to the son of indian immigrants [if I am not mistaken. idk, read that book a month ago but not very carefully]Does anyone remember the first time it’s mentioned? If you don’t mind sending me a quote, just curious. Just can’t find it myself 😛
Some people of mixed English and Indian descent self-describe as Anglo-Indian; I’m thinking of a friend of my mother’s in this case. But that’s not to say that’s what Anne Rice meant in this instance – I’m digging through the text online but no luck finding the quote so far.
However! I did find an academic paper that, at a glance, looks super-relevant:
Becoming-Other: (Dis)Embodiments of Race in Anne Rice’s Tale of the Body Thief – Trevor Holmes, University of Guelph: http://www.erudit.org/revue/ron/2006/v/n44/014004ar.html
cloudsinvenice: #vampire chronicles, #david talbot, #the tale of the body thief, #i get that it’s super bad form to delete stuff from posts you reblog but I took out the question with the racist slur, #because what the fucking fuck
Thanks for answering that, will have to read that article, I’m intrigued that someone tackled it as a subject!
Also, re: your other good point in your tags, I should have deleted that racist thing myself, but when I published that question I addressed in my response that the term is deragotory. I published it bc it did raise the question regarding how David must have felt about being a different ethnicity.
