- thevampirealmond
“What am I staring at?,” she questioned, wondering if this was a hallucination to see what appears to be a nut for a head. “What is your name?”
“What am I staring at?,” she questioned, wondering if this was a hallucination to see what appears to be a nut for a head.
The vampeanut knelt before the Countess taking her slender, feminine hand within his own before giving it a kiss with his almondy mouth. “I am the vampire Almond.”
Louis BAMF de Pointe du Lac [from this awesomer illustration by Pia Guerra]
ooc; UHH, FOR ANOTHER THING IN COMMON, I guess we both say “I see” a lot? DOES THAT COUNT? Well, and we’re perfectionists.
I’d not ask to be made a vampire anyway. I’d make a horrible vampire. I catch and release flies because I’m incapable of killing literally anything.
I’d probably ask him to bone Lestat in front of me, tbh.
fanart by garama/permanentglitter (hope u don’t mind I changed the dialogue!)
Proud. I would have been proud, and I would have seen to it that there were more to follow. As desperately as she tried for an heir in our living years, as much as it wounded her heart and my pride to have nothing come of our efforts, I would have been relieved and overjoyed. Even if that child lived a mortal’s years and knew Anubis…were they alive and against me, I would still be proud.
#RIGHT IN THE FEELS #damn you and your perfect headcanon perfection
Think of a book special to you, and how much bleaker and poorer your life would be if that one writer had not existed—if that one writer had not, a hundred times or a thousand, made the choice to write.
You’re going to be that one writer, one day, for somebody you may never meet. Nobody can write that book you’re going to write—that book that will light up and change up a life—but you.
— sarahreesbrennan, on ignoring the doubters. (via toricentanni)
^Take note all the fanfic writers and RPers.
Send me a misconception you think people have about my character and I'll explain if it's true or notooc; OH YES I’M GLAD SOMEONE SENT ME THIS ONE. To be honest, I feel like the super-whiny emo misconception stems partially from the movie? Because as much as I love the IwtV movie, I feel like there were some key things missing with him (which is honestly understandable with a movie adaption of a book).
The thing about Louis is that he actually doesn’t hate himself. Louis has an immense ego, which is something he himself spoke of in Interview with the Vampire. He’s such an immense perfectionist, I feel, that he doesn’t always know how to cope with his own failures. He falls into self-loathing because he honestly can’t deal with imperfections within himself. But even in his times of “brooding,” his ego still rears its head. He believed that he wanted to die in 1791, but could never let it happen. His ego wouldn’t allow it.
As a mortal man, Lestat “crushed his ego,” but once they were on an equal playing field as vampires, he began to see him differently and within his first night as an immortal, felt he was superior to Lestat. His feeding on rats was just as much a battle of pride as it was his sentimental feelings for humans.
Lestat and himself constantly get into these little ego battles, with the rats, with the Frenieres, with Claudia, with Lestat’s choices of victims, with Lestat’s every rash decision later on. Like, Louis definitely isn’t a pushover. One of the reasons Lestat made him was to be his “conscience,” and he certainly has to be an equal to serve that role.
Louis does go through periods where he just lets himself become apathetic and drift, but he never lets himself fade away and disappear.
Which I think is partially his ego and partially that he waits for Lestat to revitalize him like he’s fucking Sleeping Beauty and Lestat is Prince Charming. Honestly, they both need each other so much.I think the fact that Louis has never went to ground is a testament to his strength. And even when Lestat’s losing it, he generally remains sane and by his side until a point comes that he just can’t anymore and has to leave. Because Louis is very self-serving and capable of loving Lestat from a distance while Lestat’s doing something loony like Rowan fucking Mayfair.
99% of the time that Louis’ sitting around appearing emo, he’s just beating himself up for doing something wrong because~~~perfectionist first-born son.
Am I turning into a merciful-death reblogging blog? I’m sorry. It’s just that I agree with it so much and I can’t help but want to s h a r e.
Those who have lived for more than a thousand years are by far the most powerful of the vampires; they are called the Children of the Millennia. After several hundred years, and depending on the strength of their maker, vampires begin to exhibit special powers, referred to by most of them as “gifts”.
- Mind Gift (the combined abilities of telepathy and telekinesis). This is the ability to communicate and read thoughts, especially of humans, and to move objects with the mind. This gift is used largely to obtain blood – since via telepathy a criminal or amoral human can be sensed, and many of vampires refuse to feed on the innocent, this allows them to identify their prey. It is impossible for a maker or fledgling to contact each other directly, although in some cases it is possible for a vampire to seek out their master/fledgling by looking through the eyes of those near their fledgling, or by hearing the thoughts of their master/fledgling through others in a relay effect. A vampire of sufficient power or age may also unwillingly ‘hear’ the thoughts of all the humans within range of this power, leading to an old vampire saying: “If you do not learn to silence the voices, they will drive you mad.” Khayman of the First Brood possessed this level of telepathic power, but had trained himself to hear the multitude of thoughts as “one annoying noise.” Older vampires may also possess the ability to move objects with the mind.
- Spell Gift. This gift allows a vampire to cloud the mind of a human, bending the human to his or her will.
- Enhanced physicality and senses. All vampires have superhuman senses (sight, hearing, etc.) and strength, and are able to do things many times faster than humans can, with little or no effort. Eidetic memory from the moment of becoming a vampire seems to be natural, however, memories of their humans lives, particularly those relating to sensation, fade over the years. They can move faster than the human eye can detect, see in the darkest of nighttime, pick one sound out of even the noisiest area, and raise the volume of their voice to painfully loud levels.
- Fire Gift. Another power usually only developed by a Child of the Millennia. This gift is known to be possessed by Marius, Akasha, Eudoxia, Thorne, Khayman, Lestat, Mekare and Maharet, and later the vampires Merrick Mayfair and Quinn Blackwood. With the Fire Gift, a vampire can set alight an object or being of their choice. Use of the gift on humans was performed by Lestat, when he set aflame gunmen on the tropical island. The Fire Gift is specially fatal to vampires, as the “changed” blood found within their bodies ignites easily, thus rendering them extremely vulnerable to fire.
- Cloud Gift (flight). Not all vampires have this ability. Lestat, though young by vampire standards, gains this ability after repeatedly drinking Akasha’s blood. Quinn Blackwood was given the strength to use this gift by his maker, Petronia. Otherwise, flight is a power only exhibited by the Children of The Millenia. Louis, Gabrielle, and Santino are among a few that do not have this gift or are never mentioned having it. Most if not all vampires dislike or even hate flying, as they find it extremely unsettling due to it being a sign that they are truly no longer human.
- Killing Gift. Believed to be possessed by the eldest Children of the Millennia, like most gifts it comes with age. Known holders of this power are Akasha, Marius, Lestat, Maharet, Mekare, Khayman and Mael. This power was originally combined with the Fire Gift. The exact nature of the power is unknown, but it seems to cause numerous fatal ruptures in the entire cardiovascular system.
- Immortality. Unless killed by one of the vampire’s weaknesses, namely sunlight and fire, or an elder vampire’s powers, it is said that they have the potential to live eternally. As they age they become more powerful and slowly their skin becomes whiter, smoother, and more reflective, resembling marble as seen with Akasha and Enkil, Maharet, Mekare, and Khayman. Lestat and Jesse Reeves share much of this ancient appearance due to receiving blood from Akasha and Maharet, respectively. During their immortality, vampires will sometimes go into a kind of hibernation, either because they have become mentally unbalanced from knowing what they have become, or because their surroundings have changed too much for them to cope with. This is hinted to usually happen within 100–200 years of being created, and is mentioned as the “dangerous time” by the elders. Many vampires commit suicide if they continually exist in the world. Maharet is the only vampire explicitly said to have never “gone underground”; she has lived, night by night, for over six thousand years, mainly by keeping the records of her mortal daughter’s descendants.
- Rapid Healing. Vampires are immune to most attacks other than their known weakness and even then are apparently able to heal quickly, especially if they feed or are covered in vampire blood. All vampires can potentially heal from any non-fatal wound, including decapitation, as proved by Mael, but time and blood are needed. A bullet wound, for instance, would heal within seconds, but serious burns from a fire would require decades, if not centuries, to heal. However, the greater the damage done to them, the stronger they will be when they are fully healed. An influx of blood from a vampire, especially a powerful vampire, can greatly speed up the healing process.
Put ◎ in my ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if it’s secret.
Ah, Dieu. This question. I do not know if this example fully suffices.
It was 1984, London, shortly after Lestat and I’s visit to the then-mortal David Talbot in the Talamascan Motherhouse. Lestat had insisted upon making the most of our impromptu visit to the English city, and he did indeed follow through on his whim of gifting me an overcoat, long and black, lined with fur, although I wore it only twice, both times for him.
We were to visit the Tower of London, as he suggested, but he insisted upon first getting me “proper” clothing so I should deal with the cold. To my dismay, we broke into a department store that had already closed for the evening. He thought it was wonderful fun and started shoving me around the various clothing racks, shouting loud enough that I was certain some security officer somewhere surely must have heard. He laughed and threw a bundle of clothing into my hands, insisting that I put them on for him.
As frustrating as he was being, I could not deny that the autumn air chilled me, and my loose sweater was hardly sufficient for warmth. Despite my inner acknowledgement of that, however, the two of us began to further bicker. I had stormed off at that point, wandered near the jewelry counters, when he finally pounced upon me, ripping my threadbare clothing off and insisting he would dress me himself if I would “behave so childishly;” although I still believe that it was himself that was acting such.
As with many of our arguments, there came a point in which we both tired of it, and one must understand that despite our reunion prior to the concert, the two of us truly had not had much time together at all by that point. We missed each other tremendously, but I suppose I would be less likely to admit to it than he.
I believe it was I that initiated it that time, grasping him by his lapels and forcing him into a kiss.A kiss lead to his attire disappearing, and while I was caught unawares, he had tied my hands together to some contraption on the counter with the very tie he intended me to wear. We explored one another in a way we had not in such a long stretch of time. Not even the night of our initial reunion were we allowed it, with his band mates moving about.
He’d bit into my thigh, and I do not quite recall how, but the counter behind me then slid and broke apart. It did not cease our intimacy, although moments later there was the sound of sirens and I became keenly aware of the security camera above us, as did Lestat. He put his new abilities to good use and destroyed them—but not after a jest that he should find the tapes and take them home for our personal collection. Which, I do believe he did collect, for the purpose of there not being evidence, he said. I’m certain he still has it somewhere.
We were cleaned up and out of the building before the police arrived, running about London half-dressed. I wore only that coat he had chosen up until we reached a private room where it was once more removed.
It was certainly an evening.
merciful-death: #@ lestat rn#still waiting for him to attend to his dick#sitting in your bed waiting lestat#w a i t i n g
OMG HAHAHA Best Use of Memeything Award. (This is a new thing. PPL I make these to be used! USE THEM.)
