Awwww that is totes adorable I am so honored! You’re not the first couple I’ve heard a similar thing from, and it warms my heart immensely
♥u♥ i kinda hope i will meet my other half thru fandom, it has happened for ppl before…
Kinky ideas, hmmmm? Wellll… I will have to start a new tag for that then! #Kinky Ideas. Starting with this post. If you can manage it, reenact the ^gif above or this fanart by DrKav, (it is one of my all-time faves) and send me a pic! Neither are significantly kinky so you don’t need to be in cosplay ;]
This fanart by anaryawe is more kinky, but you’d have to own a corset to reenact it… It’s Lestat and a lady, but Louis might be happy to substitute.
THERE ARE NO SILLY QUESTIONS ONLY SILLY WAYS OF ANSWERING THEM. j/k. Lemme catch u up a teeeensy bit.
[^Rare fanart of Lestat and AR. I think he’s trying to convince her to go for a ride! (source unknown)]
[^Another rare fanart of Lestat and AR, by NazNemati]
So yes, AR does post fanfic of her own like this from time to time, and I only have a few reblogged, created a new tag for it tonight: #Current vampire happenings. If anyone has more of these, please send them my way!
“…We’re sitting in a cafe together right now, him and me,… And he’s doodling on a paper napkin with a fine black pen as we talk. His gorgeous yellow hair is loose and long over his shoulders. His skin’s burned because he does that often now, let the sun burn it because it’s easier than covering up the preternatural whiteness, the inevitable gleam. He’s pondering. I’m pondering. As if we had a choice.”
The watching-Hell-on-Wheels-together part, well, I can’t find it. She has mentioned how much she loves Anson Mount as a frontier!Lestat, tho:
I assume you wanted a fluffy answer (and I answered something similar here in a fluffy way) I mean I have an OTP tag that is dominated with Lestat/Louis and I was all well and prepared to answer you as such, but when I really thought about it… and was talking about it with thelionscrimsonclaws…
I remembered this quote:
“I don’t like myself, you know. I love myself, of course, I’m committed to myself till my dying day. But I don’t like myself.“ – Lestat de Lioncourt, Memnoch the Devil.
And I feel like I doubt whether canon!Lestat can truly trust any of all his lovers to be the ONE TRUE LOVE. I think his one true love is himself, and his mission to find the answers he needs, so really, LIFE ITSELF.
Lestat/Life = OTP!
No one is better than he is at beating himself up and then healing from it; he’s had to rely on himself and his own judgment for most of the big decisions in his life. For better or worse.
Also, I think Lestat requires a lot of different interactions with different lovers, no one individual seems able (or willing) to satisfy all these myriad needs. Everyone who loves Lestat intimately seems to accept that they will have to share him, but he has an enormous amount of love to give, there seems to be a limitless supply for all of them ❤
Spoilers ahead…
Of the ones you mentioned, each one was a unique relationship. He’s never the same exact person, he behaves differently in different pairings.
Louis: If there were a One True Love, it would be Louis. Their relationship, while volatile, even lethal at times, is something they both cleave to. Louis has learned from Lestat’s example and has become stronger over time, emotionally and physically (although he was always somewhat of a BAMF). Lestat has gained the skills of inner peace and patience from Louis’ example. Their chemistry has been the best of any pairing; they’re not two halves of one whole, but two individuals who challenge each other, who strive to surprise each other still, and in my opinion,that’s what the best relationships do.
However,
Louis tried to check out of the series w/out permission at one point, and well… that can’t be ignored.
Nicolas was Lestat’s first real long-term relationship at a time when Lestat desperately needed love and nurturing and wanted to give it back, too. Nicolas is the first person who really listened to him and they both helped each other immensely… but I don’t think that relationship could ever really work, because deep down Nicolas and Lestat always wanted different things out of life.
Akasha used Lestat. She held him in captivity and drugged him on her blood and her mental illusions, keeping him in a disoriented state by screwing with his Deathsleep patterns. She made him believe it was love, but it was really more a form of addiction. She needed him as a pawn in her grand scheme, both bc he’s a total studmuffin and also to win over the vampires that were loyal to him. She said to him that he would be her “instrument:”
“You are my only true companion, my finest instrument…. But as the stars are my witness, you will aid me in my mission. Or you will be no more than the instrument for the commencement, as Judas was to Christ. And I shall destroy you as Christ destroyed Judas once your usefulness is past.” – Akasha, Queen of the Damned.
So I wouldn’t call Lestat/Akasha a loving relationship, but hey, if you like it, that’s fine, too, I’m a #Ship and let ship girl!
Rowan Mayfair – to be honest, I can’t remember much of this pairing except that Lestat seemed captivated by her for no apparent reason other than that she was a strong woman and had a kind of tortured soul, which he recognized as being like his own. He promises her the Dark Gift:
“And the night will come when we’ll share the Blood. I promise you. The Dark Gift will be yours.” – Lestat, Blood Canticle
But AR diverted from canon with Prince Lestat, essentially rendering the Rowan/Lestat ship null and void. AR decided to sink that ship. I couldn’t really envision Rowan as being part of the coven, and it would be painful to see Louis shoved aside YET AGAIN to make way for YET ANOTHER fledgling.
…Fortunately David Talbot hasn’t minded being relegated to the background, and only getting brief moments of (dubcon) intimacy from Lestat. David knows he has to share.
♛ Ten! Such limitations. Technically, adding ten to the previous five makes it fifteen, and really, that’s enough to share with the public. Some things I adore about him are inexplicable, and many things are too private to share. I’d love to tell you these of course, but bragging of such things is not worth the guaranteed retaliation for such a breach in our privacy.
So you want a wall of text? You shall have one, visage gris.
The bottom line is that Louis coaxes out a better version of myself. I don’t always do things for his approval but when I get validation from him it’s as if the sun has broken free from the clouds. I find relief in his gaze, in his arms. I want to give him everything. I hope that I mean a fraction of what he means to me.
1. His eyes: Let’s start with the obvious. I’ve often described his eye color, but what I mean to share here is about his eyes in their expressiveness. He can be vicious, he can cut me deeply with a glance. When he looks at me with lust, his pupils widen, leaving only slivers of the brilliant green. My surrender is inevitable. Of course I have to play it like I still have some autonomy, he can’t know that he has such an effect *winks*
2. The way he pleads with me not to do certain things that I am SURE will be worth the effort.
3. The way he trembles with rage rather than fight me because he is too much of a gentleman to lower himself to my level.
4. The way he says he told me sowhen I do things despite his advice and come crawling back to him.
5. The way he lets me apologize without degrading myself by literally apologizing.
6. The way his body seems to fit with mine in so many variations,
the way he collects himself beside me, tucking a leg underneath himself, like a panther. As if he were made for me. Fun fact: he was. (As if that needed to be said.)
7. The pride I have in him when he flexes his powers, which he does! Occasionally! He dislikes it the way mortals dislike the gym, but he’s always a little arrogant after accomplishing even the smallest thing (as are mortals leaving the gym). He’s learning to move things with his mind. Seeing his eyes light up as a vase scoots along the mantel is… it’s indescribable. I can barely contain myself from hurling myself on him and cuddling him to death at such times.
8. No one cries as beautifully as he does. Those eyelashes forming patterns wetly together… the red tinge bringing out the green of his irises even more than usual… I admit that I sometimes used to torment him into tears when I couldn’t draw the love from him I needed. That’s a bitter truth. I had issues of my own at the time. I don’t do that anymore, at least not deliberately. He cries now for different reasons, when he does at all.
9. His strength and beauty when he does fight me (or others) is mesmerizing; I think he knows it has that effect on me and uses it to his advantage.
10. His silhouette on the balcony w/ the lights of the street haloing him. Ethereal among the lush plants and night-blooming blossoms.
(½) I was… not expecting such a response to my POTP question. I want to clarify first that I am grateful for your response. That I mean sincerely; I harbor no ill-will towards you, and nothing in this response is sarcastic. I’ve always had issue with anyone saying “People from X group are [negative remark here]” if I belong to said group. Thank you for reminding me that such statements can be general, rather than applying to everyone in said group. And I only knew about the fanfic thing –
(2/2) – and the fact that negative reviews of her work were brought up on her page; I didn’t know there were fans who attacked reviewers. The bullet point about the “Beauty’s Release” review sounds like she was being sincere that she didn’t want fans to attack the reviewer, and I don’t see any rabid rage in the comments, but I don’t doubt they did attack the reviewer in place(s) I didn’t see. I was completely unaware of the vast majority of what you included in your response. Sincerely, I thank you.
You are very welcome! What a gracious reply. Anon is referring to this post about the history of the People of the Page that I wrote (with the help of some fandom friends who did not want to be credited for obvious reasons) recently.
I’m very happy to answer questions when they are asked in a respectful manner, as this Anon did, and it’s even better when I have successfully convinced them of my point(s) let them draw their own conclusion(s) based on the information that I have, or what I can gather from the fandom at large who see/reblog-and-add-to my posts.
Heartfelt Thanks~*
…to all who saw that post and liked/reblogged, just to be supportive or to have that post available in case they needed to Explain Someone A Thing at some point. It touches me when you do that; it makes it worth the time and effort I put into gathering the facts and answering such delicate questions ^_______^
It was summer. One of the more sweltering that I remember. We were at least a month into being truly lovers, not just friends, and he’d dragged me out into the hills in search of a stream. We each had a bottle of wine (or two?) and he was carrying bread, cheese, and cherries; I had my violin.
It took almost an hour to find it. Mon dieu, but it was so hot. The sort of hot that is like a curtain before you, like a wet blanket that covers your body. By the time we found the stream, we’d both stripped off our shirts, and I remember worrying my feet would have swollen in my boots.
We stripped off our clothing and immediately took to the water. Now, remember, these are cool mountain streams, even in summer. It was glorious. Bathing, drinking, splashing each other, wrestling. Then making love on the grass, our breath coming hard, our cries building until the little death, and then collapsing beside each other in happy, satisfied exhaustion.
We drank wine for hours and ate, the cherry juice staining our fingers and mouths, our lazy kisses a mixture of sweat and fruit. I remember almost weeping at the perfection of it, turning into his neck and burying my face there because I knew it wouldn’t last, that the sunlight and sweetness and poetry of it would end, as it always did.
Before we left, I remember he grabbed me ‘round the waist and kissed me, then pulled back and looked me in the eye. If you don’t know him, you can’t know how penetrating, how soul-piercing that gaze can be–he loves with perfect trust, and it’s absolutely terrifying.
“I love you. I will always love you.”
The real horror is that I believed him. Utterly.
OH MY DEAR LORD WHY WOULD U DO THIS!!! #RIGHT IN THE FEELS
All I can do is sit here with my mouth open, going “Oh!”
Beautiful, indissectable (not a real word, but in this context, I mean that I am unable to dissect this down to its parts).
BONUS POINTS for never mentioning a name, and not needing to!
This is the kind of memory that would best explain where their pain as a ship truly comes from. Even more sad is that Lestat was so naive to say such a thing, but it sounds perfectly in character. Maybe by saying it, he thought it could be made truth ;A;
That soul-piercing gaze – yes… that’s the Lestat I fell in love with in canon, the one Nicolas fell for, the searing real Lestat stripped of his masks that anyone who falls for the real Lestat falls for, too ❤
I struggled with this answer, because, while it would be diplomatic to simply apologize, I won’t apologize that it was hurtful, because, as you’ll learn in this post, that group of “more obsessive” people have been and are much crueler to their victims than I was with that one word about them.
~Here is a picture of Our Lady of VC for the more obsessive fans to frame and worship~
Side note, before we go any further: Anon, why do you care who I lump anyone in with? I could say everyone who follows X is “a gullible baby,” and everyone who follows Y is “a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world,” but that doesn’t make either true. Obviously, if you don’t think you follow AR “slavishly,” then you don’t! Take a breath, this is tumblrland, this blog is for VC fandom love and fanworks (and fandom etiquette and education sometimes), it’s meant to be an outlet, an escape from reality, so don’t take things personally.
This is actually a great opportunity to educate you, Anon, and anyone else who might not be aware of the history between Anne Rice, her “People of the Page” (her phrase, not mine. ”POTP”) followers, her fandom outside of POTP, and outside people who have had opinions on her works. I could write a dissertation on this topic but it’s not worth the effort; this post will be TL;DR for most people. I’m doing this so I can tag it and use it again the next time this topic comes up.
The short answer is: In the beginning, all of AR’s FB followers were POTP. No distinction needed to be made, because they were ALL highly obsessive to the point that they were her online army she could rally to attack people/reviewers who dared to have an opinion on her works. There have been many instances in which something critical to AR came along – or something that she INTERPRETED as critical – and AR makes a statement on her FB page about it, which is a thinly veiled order rallying her troops to inundate that source with their “discussion” on that review. Sometimes her POTP simply made so many personal attacks in the comments on the offending critical post that the victim is forced to withdraw/delete their review. This whole cycle has happened too many times. In fact, AR has recognized this pattern and actually said that she will no longer link to negative reviews of her works (½/14):
“Guys, I am always open to publishing negative reviews of my work for consideration, to balance the many positive reviews to which I link. But the negative reviewer must bring the review here and request it. When I’ve linked to negative reviews for discussion, some of the reviewers in question have felt that they were unfairly targeted; and they have objected to some of the comments made on their reviews. It just doesn’t work. So I no longer volunteer any negative review, no matter how well written, for discussion. Again, reviewers are welcome to bring their reviews to the page, and post links and offer them for discussion. Same with blog posts. I might not repost every single one; but I’m happy to see them posted on the page and to read them and consider them for reposting.”
“… if I link to them for discussion, some of these people get very upset. They accuse me of “demonizing” them. They call the People of the Page “hell hounds” for their comments. And admittedly, some people do make very unpleasant comments…”
She has 1.1 million followers as of this posting, and I, myself, am one of them. So, of all 1.1 million, at least one of her followers is not an obsessive “hell hound,” as described above.
I actually think she has moved past much of the drama, and now her POTP (both our kind, Anon, and the “more obsessive” kind) are more focused on news items, poetry, VC adaptations & casting ideas, headcanons/canon requests for AR, and other good things she likes discussion on. I enjoyed her #Fan Questions for Lestat, and the 15 yr old inside me still gets excited when she posts something about “Where are they now?” like Lestat doodling on a napkin, or the whole coven all flopped together on a couch watching Hell on Wheels, that’s good stuff *u*
Hit the jump for links to examples of POTP vs. reviewers clashing, etc.
1. War on Fanfic
So this is before the POTP’s time, but it’s worth noting that Anne Rice waged a War on Fanfic in the 1990′s. She had every right to do so, but it destroyed the fandom. She sicc’d her pack of lawyers on all VC fanfic authors, and forced speculative fiction (old-timey-wimey word for “fanfic”) sites to shut down. The fandom was driven underground; fanfic could only be shared very privately, possibly through email exchanges or carrier pigeons.
This experience taught AR a valuable lesson: Anything that she didn’t approve of could be shut down by forces she could marshal. Lawyers cost money, and take on only legitimate legal cases, and legal battles can get messy (she’s had other legal issues but I won’t go there, you can use your newfangled googley-woogly machine for that).
Here’s where the POTP became AR’s army, and they didn’t cost a penny, and there were no legal ramifications in sending them forth on her behalf.
“Kayleigh Herbertson found Pandora to be a poorly written novel where the vampires didn’t act like vampires… after Herbertson was done writing the review she took the book, which was already falling apart, and turned it into decoupage.”
“[AR] chose to respond by posting a link on her Facebook page (where her 740 thousand Facebook followers could find it) and appended the invitation: “Comments most welcome.”.“
Her POTP left an enormous amount of harassing comments on that page, and eventually, it was taken down. Here are my two favorite POTP comments from that article:
HOW DARE YOU EVEN COMPARE SHITTY ASS STEPHANIE MEYER TO THE QUALITY WORK THAT IS ANNE RICE HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING HAG, I HOPE YOU GET HERPES
Aaaaand here’s AR’s call to action discussion on Knights’ review: “… I stumbled on this amazing negative review of my erotica, “Beauty’s Release,” … I would honestly welcome opinions on this review. Please understand: I am not trying to incite “fans” to pile on this reviewer. Not at all. What I welcome here is honest discussion because the review puzzles and baffles me. This is perhaps the longest negative review I’ve ever seen of my erotica, and I’m somewhat, well, stunned, by the tone, intricacy, and length of all this… Your comments are most welcome.”
Hope this helped! I think we’re all coexisting pretty well these days, her People Of The Page and her – what I like to call ourselves – People Off the Page. Let’s just all take a chill pill and enjoy this series together, and if not, let’s just do it in our own way. Live and let live.
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