I’ve got a class on deciphering eighteenth- and nineteenth-century #handwriting today. Last week we tried to transcribe a photocopy of Keats’s draft of Ode to Autumn. #johnkeats #keats #studygram #studyblr #classicliterature #potd (at University of Oxford)
Fandom, anyone know where this fic is? Please reply to @merrycai or myself privately if it’s in a secret location, I always recommend that we keep those places secret just to be safe 😉
@xxxscarletblackxxx submitted: Bonjour, don’t know if you have ever seen this, but it’s the Hungarian cover of IWTV and I think it’s just so pretty I had to share it.^-^
^LOOKIT THIS PPL! I dig it. Looks like it was influenced by movie!IWTV, from that scene where Lestat has to kill TWO ladies since he has such a picky eater for a fledgling… Now I want to hear the title and some VC quotes read aloud in Hungarian… @xxxscarletblackxxx, can you do this for us?
weird noises: happen in the wee hours
me, unaffected: the only supernatural and ominous force in this place is me and i was here first, so whatever and whoever you are you need to Go
Concept: an immortal who doesn’t shy away from photos or paintings. Draws self portraits on cave walls. Photobombs everything with a pout and a suave pose. Commissions numerous portraits of themself as a literary Romantic before faking their death. Tries to be at least slightly famous every time they have a new identity. Creates a conspiracy blog linking all their past photos together before mysteriously disappearing in mysterious circumstances. Mysteriously. Usually only disappears for 10 to 20 years after “"dying”“ before making another appearance. Everyone else in the immortal community lowkey hates them. “Ah, fuck. You’ll never guess who’s resurfaced again.” “Fucking… Dave?” “Fucking Dave.”
Love is not about sex, going on fancy dates, or showing off. It’s about being with a person who makes you happy in a way nobody else can.
Wanted to do a painterly illustration of Armand from Vampire Chronicles. I think the scene from his mortal days where he’s whipped and then… the stuff that happens… has all these unexplored layers.
Regret, reparations, the mixing of pleasure and pain and the guilt of seeing yourself as a victim- whether you see pain in your life as fate. Anyway, I love Armand’s character and his outbursts have always been fascinating!
I’d like to imagine that this scene is a vision he’s given himself. Going back to Venice and destroying it while his backside stings from lashes and the blood chills as it trickles downwards. A sheepish curl of his hand in his hair. The expression we cannot see. The hand clenching the beloved color of his master, maker, lover, etc.
BEAUTIFUL. Beautiful in the way that it’s a very delicate subject and I feel like @superhiki captured it with such tenderness and dignity… as @gothiccharmschool put it, re: Crimson Peak: “as my definition of goth/gothic is looking for “beauty and wonder in dark or unsettling places”.” (X)and this is an example of that for me *applauds*
I-want-my-IWTV 