transylvaniateaparty:

My mum is awsome at knitting! Look what she made me šŸ˜€Ā 

(This is way funnier if you are Norwegian. We do have a traditional knitted jumper pattern that’s called the Fana jumper (looks nothing like this). But Faen’a Ā is a swear word and(kinda use as ā€œfuckā€) so my mum knitted me the Faen’a Ā jumper <3)Ā 

Btw, you hit my sweet spot mentioning Louis because man do I love that tragic ball of pyrotechnic fluff lol. I’d never heard that head cannon before about Louis’s motives for sharing his story. I always, just my opinion, viewed it as a cautionary tale to potential wayward mortals that should they ever have the chance to BE a vampire, just say no. But yeah, I could see it as Louis being lonely, wanting to find his companions again in some way, letting them know he was alive.

IWTV was a cautionary tale for mortals, too, I agree with you on that! Oh yes, Louis/Fire, one of the REAL VC OTPs lol…

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[X] You might like #porn for Louis tag… preeeetty sure it’s all SFW.

Seeking a Louis or Nicolas…

bisexual-watermelons:

i-want-my-iwtv:

Someone messaged me the following:

ā€œHello! I was recommend to ask you if you know any active private message rp blogs? Preferably a Louis or Nicki for a Lestat/Claudia roleplayer.ā€

So that’s what they’re looking for! The munĀ says that they areĀ over 18.

Ask or Message me and we’ll see if we can matchmake ;D

@i-want-my-iwtv I play Louis on my VC roleplay blog which is @loustat-in-fact, if this is still relevant or if they’re still looking

Hey thanks! That RPer asked me for that aaages ago, and now I can’t remember who it was šŸ˜›Ā 

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If you’re out there, or if anyone is interested, @bisexual-watermelons has a Louis to RP with over atĀ @loustat-in-fact, which is ā€œfor roleplaying Louis, Lestat, Marius, and occasionally Armand.ā€Ā 

Comment/reblog this if you are a VC RPer looking for more action, might as well use this as a roundup post, too šŸ˜‰

sparkly-things:

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La Marquise

ā€œShe was Gabrielle. And all her life came to her defense, the years and years of suffering and loneliness, the waste in those damp, hollow chambers to which she’d been condemned, and the books that were her solace, and the children who devoured her and abandoned her, and the pain and disease, her final enemy, which had, in promising release, pretended to be her friend.. Beyond words and images there came the secret thudding of her passion, her seeming madness, her refusal to despair.ā€