My cut scene images are the collection I’ve gathered over the years, from all over the interwebs. There are very few extras on the DVD and I have legit confirmation that Neil Jordan has been told that we want cut scenes, and he’s considering releasing them. The DVD has director commentary and some behind the scenes stuff as videos, those are probably on YT, too.
[^This guy should not be so close to Louis when he’s hungry.]
One place that has a TON of great stuff is Sara’s Shrine to the Vampire Chronicles, run by @thesaramonster. I have hesitated in sharing the link before now bc ppl will probably just download the pics and repost them, but @thesaramonster wants the traffic anyway. Please include the source link if you repost from her.
I’m so flattered that you want my headcanon *cries* So I’ll do Nicolas now, Armand in the next one ;] Previously: Louis.
Same disclaimer: #your headcanon may vary.
Nicolas is often compared to Louis, and I do see them as both being thin men, almost 6 ft tall, not huge in the muscle department, and they have similar hair color and texture (dark and wavy to their shoulders). They also both carry themselves in a fairly dignified manner, they both have long legs and yes, nice butts. But the differences are very apparent when:
A) You are within a few feet from them: Nicolas is more fidgety, often crossing and uncrossing his legs, changing positions, gesturing more when speaking. He has wider shoulders than Louis, and is small-waisted due to a high metabolism in life, he ate an enormous amount of food w/o any consequences. Not athletically inclined, just great genetics (altho I picture his dad as very barrel-shaped, which was part of why he liked to dress his son up so much, better model!). Conversely, Louis was malnourished and the quality and amount of what he was willing to eat/drink would have ended him if he hadn’t found someone else to do it first.
B) You take off their clothes: Nicolas’ high metabolism and hearty appetite (even in Paris, he was eating that great French bread and wine) made for muscles like a racehorse. More for savory than sweet; I don’t imagine Nicolas as having much of a preference for pastries, which he would eat only bc Lestat was something of a foodie and brought treats home now and then.
I would also imagine Nicolas is darker-skinned than Louis and Lestat, and this complexion further defines his muscles, especially when his skin is wet, all those sharp edges really shine ❤
[X] ^I couldn’t find a good human body as an example so here’s a thoroughbred. Not this dark color for his skin, example is for the muscle definition. Nicolas would not have been a horse that would let many ppl ride him, tho.
C) When you get very close to them: Nicolas has a sprinkling of birthmarks that are not mentioned in canon, which form constellations mainly on his face, neck, chest, and arms. Louis might have these too, but a lot less. Lestat liked to trace connections with his finger when they were in bed together and Nicolas secretly loved that ❤
^Kylo Ren has these facial birthmarks.
Also, differently from Louis’ blazing green eyes: I don’t think Nicolas’ eye color is mentioned in canon, EDIT: “His brown eyes were very big and trusting.”… “large sober brown eyes” I always pictured them as that great light brown w/ dark limbal rings that absorbs all the light in the area, almost gold in sunlight:
[X] He also has long eyelashes, longer than Louis’ eyelashes, and along those lines, for performances at the theatre, I headcanon that he let Lestat apply some guyliner for dramatic effect ;] Not that he needed it, but that he liked Lestat giving him that kind of special attention.
Lestat totally needs someone to defend him. He’s a brat. He made such a damn mess that a woman had to climb out of the ocean and eat a brain to fix it.
♛Obviously I am. He’s just so stuffy about it! Needs to learn how to loosen up. I’m grateful that he IS willing to learn and can take an enormous amount of criticism so there’s a chance we’ll be able to dance at our
Not sure about Armand’s willingness to be dragged into that circus, but this would be especially useful re: all the fledglings Lestat’s accused of making on a regular basis…
[As they walk out together]
Lestat: “SEEEEE? I can, in fact, keep my wrists in their sleeves on occasion. REALLY.”
Louis: “So it would seem, on this occasion.”
Lestat: “You’re not going to drag me back on this show next week with a new batch of accusations, are you?”
Louis: “Are you going to give me reason to do so?”
Lestat: “No, of course not! Maybe. Probably. BTW Did I tell you about this new musician I met? He is amazing…“
I deeply relate to your concerns and find it as irritating as you do when my attitude is questioned in this manner. I’ve often asked it of myself, whether this melancholy “mood” is simply an element of who I am, who I always was, and not only the result of what I’ve experienced.
I see others thriving in the sunlight, metaphorically, and I have yearned, at times, to strip away my burden and join them. I have only ever done that when in a state of mortal drunkenness, and even then, I never fully took leave of my senses.
But this pervasive feeling is not truly a burden, it has its benefits. Are we more introspective than others? Possibly. More sensitive to the pulse of life in a different way than they are. Not all flowers require sunlight, some can only bloom at night.
When curled up at home with
a good novel in my hands, only the song of the cicadas outside, and ambient lighting, that’s peace for me. I’m sure that you have similar moments. Your deepest wishes of happiness can be achieved in the simplicity of allowing yourself to enjoy the things you enjoy, and forgiving yourself for the way you are. Treat yourself as you would a very dear friend, not an enemy.
♠I no longer have the issue with enclosed spaces as I once did, it was a vestigial fear from my past, but one of the things that helped me at that time was focusing on something else, even a small object like a ring or buttons could help reduce my anxiety.
Mausoleums can vary greatly in size, but the ones I am most familiar with are the small structures we had in New Orleans where members of my family are buried. The angel statue here was my mother’s idea, she always adored angels.
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