Fanart request from @i-want-my-iwtv
Lestat purposely letting a kid beat him in a Pokemon battle
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#request FILLED#i love this #cuteness alert
Fanart request from @i-want-my-iwtv
Lestat purposely letting a kid beat him in a Pokemon battle
¯_(ツ)_/¯
#request FILLED#i love this #cuteness alert
♛*stretches out on the couch* How I’ve missed answering questions for you darlings. Been nearly a month. Louis and I have been off the grid.
We’re back now, for the time being. He’s sitting beside me now rolling his eyes at your comment, but I’m defending you! His hair is absolutely – positively – amazingly beautiful, although not as gorgeous as mine, of course. Mine is more of an experience than a simple physical material.

You know, now that I’m reflecting on it, his hair looks most sexy when it’s wet, either damp from the misty rain we get in New Orleans, or when it’s made almost liquid in some secluded pool rigged with lighting under the surface. He likes to swim under water, and when his head rises above the surface, the way his hair sweeps forward around his neck… it’s almost as if it moves under his command, as part of his own personal brand of witchcraft. Very sexy when it’s sticking in vein-shapes to his flesh from bloodsweat… *flicks at his fang* Now you’ve got me drooling. How embarrassing…
*Adjusts position, wipes at his chin, composes himself* Of course he lets me brush his hair! Louis prefers a wide-toothed comb or finger-combing. He dislikes the chemical fragrances of your usual modern haircare products, but every so often I earn the reward of sharing a steaming hot bath in which I am permitted to lather his hair up with organic shampoo and conditioner. Lately, he prefers these almond or mint scented.
I tend not to brush my hair often, as it separates the twists, but I do love to have it pulled when we are engaged in that special kind of heated debate… And fortunately for me, he loves to pull it.
Louis knows the LOTR trilogy by heart and he’s read all the books. He likes to try to sneak quotes in when possible:



The whole coven agrees that they’re all beautiful films, they’re modern classics in a way. The LOTR movies are watched more often at coven gatherings than the Hobbit movies, but more because of the story and characters than the cinematography Louis has a not-so-secret crush on Aragorn that everyone likes to tease him about!
Louis knows all kinds of obscure trivia, and has debates about them with Armand, who has also read them all. Lestat, feeling left out of these discussions, tried to read the books and fell asleep repeatedly. He mispronounced the names of characters and places a few times and refuses to try to read them again for fear of further ridicule.
Armand is very into the hobbits themselves as creatures and has gone to New Zealand with Daniel more than once to check out Hobbiton.
They all love the fireworks, and sometimes make a point to meet up somewhere special to watch them!

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This year, however, Lestat and Louis failed to leave on time to meet up w/ the coven in Florida and they landed on a beach in Delaware, made passionate love under the boardwalk as fireworks went off. After that they walked up to the water’s edge, wrapped up together in a big cheap beach towel they’d found under the boardwalk bc their clothes were bloody and shredded to bits! No surprise there.
They watched the kids darting around and Louis was, as always, intrigued by the sparklers waving swoops and shapes of fractured light. One little girl approached them to compliment their Frozen towel and handed Louis a sparkler. He was very touched and forgot all about the gritty sand sticking to the blood across his chest and backside (under the towel, fortunately!).
Lestat watched the light of the sparkler reflected in Louis’ eyes, and for a moment, it was as if they were both just mortal boys, delighted by and in awe of this simple magic as Louis drew heart shapes, circles, and infinity loops against the darkness.
Lestat made a mental note to buy packs of them.
I don’t know why they’re making food. It’s not like they can eat it
yes, louis is advertising Interview With The Vampire, and Lestat is advertising an album by his band, The Vampire Lestat
“I, myself, identify completely with Lestat. I can say Lestat is my other self, he’s my male self. He and I travel together. He does the things I wish I could do, but can’t. I love the fact that people identify with him. I worked very hard, and at the same time, it was a great joy to get a very intimate voice in the Lestat books. Lestat really sounds like he’s sitting at the table, talking to you, because that’s the way I feel about him when I’m writing–that he’s right there, telling me the story, leaning over my shoulder, telling me to get it right, pointing out things I should change, breathing down my neck, doing everything but biting me! Which he wouldn’t dare!”
– Anne Rice [X]
Lestat give her some space ffs, or ask her to move over so you can write it YOURSELF but be courteous!

“Anne here. I am healing from my recent Shingles bout and catching up on work, with Lestat whispering and shouting at me day and night as I pound away on this new novel. The Prince is really struggling with being the Prince! Thanks for all your good wishes. I do hope to return eventually to Reuben and the wolves, but this Lestat book must be finished first. There is nothing new (officially) on the Lestat movie at Universal Studios. But the script is being written as the world knows by Josh Boone. I hope eventually to get back to my “Angel Time” books and produce a third. What do you guys think? When I finish this Lestat opus, do I return to the angels, or to the wolves? Or do I write something wholly new? I have too many new ideas! Ah, thank you, whatever gods may be, for the gift of life, for the gift of consciousness, for the gift of poetry, for the gift of imagination, for the gift of being a writer, for the gift of living in a world so filled with love and encouragement, for the gift of being able to work at the age of 74!”
– Anne Rice, 5/27/16
@kittyslover shares with us that AR is hard at work on Blood Paradise! [X]
Sketch for @vraik of Louis trying to get Armand and Lestat to behave/get along. I know they would forget the bet, or at least look over it, once Louis rails against them for attempting to use the kitchen as a surgery theater…
♛I think they are very real and they cause suffering for those who carry them.

Depression is a familiar emotion for me. I saw it in my Nicolas and ignored the signs, thinking I could fill the void he carried within him because he meant absolutely everything to me. He might have even led me to believe I was helping him, but when he could no longer play along, well… that was the end of us.
I’ve known depression. I wouldn’t know if it’s the “normal” amount we’re meant to experience as opposed to the deeper kind Science has discovered; more to do with brain chemistry than anything else… but mine was a sludge that seeped out to greet me whenever I returned home as a mortal boy, to a family that ignored me at best, and physically beat me on a regular basis at worst. A terrible, sinking feeling.
I felt it when I found out about Nicolas’ death.
I felt it when my mother, my only companion, disappeared one night without leaving any way to contact her again.
I felt it when I looked into my daughter’s crystal blue eyes and no longer recognized her.
I felt it when I had been essentially murdered and left for dead. More than once. Physically and psychologically broken, cocooned in a derelict old shelter, barely able to feed, embracing the dust and the moldy floorboards for months at a time. Self-imposed solitary confinement. Prisoners at least have their meals delivered to them.
The road to recovery from all those and more has not been easy. I am still drawn back down that spiral by a phantom Vaudeville hook, always hovering just off-stage for me. Being alone, well, no one can hurt you, no one can leave you. So I understand those who choose to suffer alone.
I’m doing well now. Others in the coven tease me for my materialistic ways, and yes, this is a new pair of sunglasses. It’s less about the ownership of things and more about the ease in going out and interacting with the salespeople, the moving men, the accountants. Being out there amongst people.
Being there when Louis wants to curl up on the Italian silk couch with me under a cashmere throw. The flat screen showing us so much detail that it’s as though we truly are outside in a gondola at the magic hour, when the sunlight slants in diagonally. The waters are blue.
Life, in almost any form, is worth living, as bad as it can seem. It’s worth the effort.