More pictures of my modern Lestat’s thumb ring you asked me.
Heya ! I’ve always wondered about how Lestat would feel about today’s french, how would he speak ? Would he use slang or would he stick to a more polite and noble way of speaking ? (noble slang, seems like Lestat’s jam tho.)
I’m not sure about that specifically, but I think Lestat curses alot more than he lets on in the books.
[X by @mortcharmant, bc ppl tried to curb Lestat’s cursing by spritzing him w/ holy water, didn’t work.]
Noble or not, Lestat loves learning slang and sometimes uses it incorrectly, and that can be hilarious in itself. In general, I think he does try to keep it classy, if possible.
Lestat cosplay by Alyson Tabbitha
thanks for sharing this with us, @artisticfreedomofexpression
Do you watch Yuri on Ice? <3
Tbh, I’ve only seen a few episodes so far, I’m waiting until it’s all broadcast and then I can binge it from the beginning ;D
But I really would love a VC figure skating AU… #fanfic request, #fanart request… Reminds me of this… @thacmis‘s Thor, Loki, Fandral figure skating AU magicalness…
“I Gotcha” by @thacmis. It’s Thor/Loki and it’s adorable.
Master lestat may i ask a question of you. What exactly do you look for in a person in order to determine if you want to make them one of the damned? Personality wise more than physical traits and even then do you even look for any specific physical traits?
-forever yours crissabelle laffiate
♛Miss Crissabelle, this is a very difficult question… and I might answer differently now than I would have in the past, and may answer differently in the future.
I don’t consider myself “damned,” not in the literal sense of the word. Not all the time, anyway. If I really did, I don’t think I could bring anyone into this life with me. I’ve always seen this existence more as an incredible adventure, why keep it to myself? In the same breath, not everyone can handle it, I can’t just give it out to every striking face and beautiful spirit that crosses my path. There has to be more to it than that.
Superficially, I admit I tend to be drawn to musicians and
dark haired people. Musicians because they have a passion for something, they needn’t be the best at their instrument but that they practice it and it gives them intrinsic pleasure outside of the applause of an audience… music is a language that speaks to the soul in ways nothing else can. Brunets, well, I admit I find them visually appealing, the darkness is a mystery, it begs to be touched, explored. There happens to be plenty of dark haired musicians out there so I can feel free to feed my heart’s desire in lusting after all of them and enjoy them without getting close enough to needing to invite them onto the Devil’s Road with me.
Appearance is always secondary to the inner qualities, and I can’t tell you what specifically those are. At minimum, the person has to know what they’re getting into, yes, you can live this life without killing, but killing is part of the fun as far as I’m concerned! At minimum, I choose people who are whole onto themselves and aren’t looking for me to complete them. People with their own pursuits. I’m not a babysitter. I’m not looking for a babysitter.
It’s different for different people, but I would say that it all comes down to chemistry and I can’t define that for you. Patience is probably the main required personality trait.
The shape of their body does not matter to me, their gender, their age… it’s the indefinable spark you feel in their presence because the two of you are together. More than lust. Simmering joy in being with them, not because they entertain you, but because of what you can be together.
What you’re really asking is what I look for in a lover, because, with certain exceptions to this rule, the Dark Gift is for those who I need to keep with me forever, those who I can’t allow to slip away into the maw of time, if they’ll have me back. I’m not adopting a pet or taking on a student; that seems to end in disappointment sooner or later.
So just being pleasant and charming is not enough. Real relationships have friction. I look for someone whose inner soul speaks to mine in ways no other does, someone for whom the fights make us stronger, because we have an underlying foundation of devotion to each other.
Though I may fall in love easily, I do not fall in devotion easily.
Art Theft and Tracing in the DA Fandom
I’ve recently been made aware by multiple sources that some of the art that I’ve drawn within the last couple weeks has been heavily traced and then posted without credit. This is extremely disappointing.
I personally am completely fine with other artists finding inspiration with the content I create. In fact, studying the technique of other artists is one of the most efficient ways I personally learn new skills and had this person simply asked me for permission and then subsequently credited me, I would have absolutely no issue. However, I don’t consider tracing the lineart and the composition of a piece, changing minor details, and then posting this work without any kind of credit to be genuine in any way. This is art theft and plagiarism and is absolutely unacceptable.
I’ve decided to let this instance slide but please be aware that I see the people responsible for this and I am keeping a close eye on their blog and other artists and will likely be a lot less nice the next time this happens. I depend quite a bit on this income my receive from my art and, on top of that, find it personally insulting to have my art traced without permission. I also encourage other dragon age fanartists to watch out for people who may be plagiarizing their art because i suspect this is not the first time this person has traced other people’s work.
Please do not make this community an unsafe place for artist’s to share their hard work.
You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.
Case: #273402
Status: Disastrous.I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying!
I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed.
Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster.
I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again.
“I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and…
She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me.
“Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do.
The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside.
I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own.
Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out.
“What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face.
“If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him.
As Francis runs from the room he soils himself.
I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.”
Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.WELL GODAMN, WE HAVE OURSELVES A WINNER
Holy shit I’m gonna cry that’s beautiful.
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