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TRUTH SERUM: What is the sexiest thing you ever did with/for Lestat? Were either of you into anything kinky when you were mortal? TELL US.

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a-misunderstanding-my-love:

-shrugs- What do I care? Nothing about those days merits keeping private. 

With Lestat: Honestly, the first time we made love was, for lack of a better descriptor, one of the “sexiest’ things we ever did. His hesitance combined with the absolute, soul-crushing sincerity of young love was almost painfully beautiful. There were other times, of course, when the undeniable synchronicity of our love-making brought tears to the eyes, but that time stands out above and beyond so many others. 

For Lestat: This is more…difficult. To be quite honest, despite his duplicity and his inability to remain monogamous, Lestat treats his lovers with an undeniable amount of sweetness and care. In almost all instances, he comes out far above me where our mortal relationship is concerned. There was a time, once, in Paris, in our little flat, where he had one of his…mental collapses. After much coaxing, coddling, and sweet soft kisses, he did allow me to make love to him—slowly, carefully, as one might treat a frightened and wounded animal. It sounds frightening, but there was a beauty to his sadness, his sweet naivité on that night. But does that qualify as ‘sexy’?

I hate to disappoint you, but aside from some very mundane spanking, there was very little about our sexual lives that contained what mortals now refer to as ‘kink.’ We were quite vanilla, I’m afraid. 

;A;

△What’s turns Armand on the most? How about you?

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interviewed-the-vampire:

Armand gets turned on mostly by watching me fuck other people. I hate that. 

I don’t really know. Not being treated like an incompetent moron really gets my pants tight. 

Not being treated like an incompetent moron really gets my pants tight. 

Lestat: “Hahaha! I know that feel, bro.”

What was the most arousing moment you’ve ever experienced Lestat?

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mortcharmant-deactivated2014112:

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      “My— What an intrusive question,  étranger gris. But I shall humour you none the less…” Lestat paused and tapped at his chin thoughtfully, a low hum rising from his chest. “I imagine I’m not allowed to use any blood sampling moments, as there are far too many and that would be an easy answer—” his grin turned devious as his eyes bored into the stranger’s own…

     ”I would have to say it was the night I allowed a delightful mademoiselle to put her corset on me. How it tightened and constricted was glorious and suffocating. I looked like ‘pure sex’ according to her as she added more to my “ensemble”. By the end of it I was dressed up more like a tart than she and it was exhilarating. I let her live after that moment and frequented her regularly for those games of ours. It’s a pity she died three months later at the hands of a violent pick pocket.”

#fanart request permanentglitter (or anyone!) pretty pleeeease? With a cherry on top! *u*

Update: fanart request filled! By anaryawe.

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gorgeous-fiend:

As a mortal you catch glimpses of infinity: the vast expanse of outer space when you look up into the night sky, mathematical equations that never come clean and never repeat, black holes, perfect circles, figure eights. These are all abstract concepts, however. They are  far removed from you and easy to put in the back of your mind as they carry no relevance. It keeps you from going mad.

It is not so simple for an immortal, as the only truly relevant thing is infinity and yet it is still incomprehensible. Inescapable. There is no brushing it off when you look at a face and see an entire universe hidden in just the eyes alone.  Imagine then, looking into the sky and seeing the same. You see yourself reflected everywhere  and you think yes, I am this. I am the infinite made tangible and solid.

It drives many to the brink of insanity.

For myself, even after all this time, I feel nothing but absolute and dazzling  power.

#this could be canon #this should be canon

Show Armand some love. Write him a note expressing it, please? I’m begging ya! This whole Fuck/Marry/Kill game is upsetting him bc people keep choosing to kill him! Is Armand really so expendable? To everyone? *cries*

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gorgeous-fiend-blog:

Of the thousands of immortals immolated in the rise of Akasha, Armand was one of the precious few who remained. And why is that do you wonder? There is nothing mysterious to it, in fact it is made quite plain.

As much as we grind on each other, at the very bottom of the bitterness, resentment, and jealousy Armand is a beloved of mine. He is my dark brother whom I have known almost the entirety of my immortality. Life with out him would seem…incomplete.

To answer your question is Armand expendable? Absolutely not.

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☼ —— A headcanon about my character’s smile.

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viaticumforthemarquise:

ooc; I’m answering this in third person b/c it’s easier on my psyche. =) 

Gabrielle’s smile is a rare thing. Unlike many people, it cannot be brought on by children or baby animals. She isn’t known for smiling, as has been well-documented, and often leads to many in the coven seeing her as a cold, inhuman creature who (as Armand has put it) cannot even remember what it was to be human. 

But, as Lestat can tell you, she does smile. And while it is rare, when one can make her smile, or even laugh, it’s as dazzling as her son’s. One might even note (and even fewer are aware of this, though I’d guess that Louis knows it, and possibly David) that Lestat inherited his smile from her. 

What makes her smile? 

Wit—the more dry or acerbic, the better. 

Irony. 

Exceptionally well-timed cruelty towards someone she despises. 

Lestat. 

Why did you allow her to die?

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blackwingedbotticelli-blog:

MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED.

“Ah, the child…

I’m sure that question has been lurking in your mind ever since you saw the ash and the remainder of her clothes sitting in the courtyard.

I did it for you. It had nothing to do with Lestat and her deeds back in America. It was all for you. I thought that if I removed her from the picture, you would have no one else to turn to. And I was right. You came right into my open arms the second the theatre turned to ash and smoke.

I do regret it, you know. Giving her to the sun. Not because I had any affection for her; no, I regret it because of what it did to you. That last little sliver of pure mortality vanished from you, like a candle being blown out. I lamented that loss, for it was something I had treasured.

It was a selfish deed, I can admit that. But I had not intended the anguish that befell you.

Then again, the road to hell is paved with such well-meaning intentions, is it not?”

Truth: did you feel somewhat betrayed by Akasha when she chose Lestat as her prince? Would u have wanted to be her princess instead?

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everlastingporcelain:

No. You see it was a different view of Akasha the one I had. I took care of her for two hundred years; I spoke to her even when sometimes I thought she couldn’t hear me, I washed her, I did her hair, I prepared her clothes to be changed more often than Marius ever could, to take care of her was my life. I took care of her as one would of a parent, because that’s what she was to us. Akasha was the reason, the origin, like a sleeping god. I loved Akasha, but I would have never accepted the honor of being her partner, because for me her partner was right beside her, and he was receiving the same care and attention from me. 

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mortcharmant:

ooc;

Alright, so I feel like I need to make this a post. I hope I don’t come off as rude, but this is becoming a bit of a annoyance. People aren’t reading my rules and it’s frustrating me to no end. Though I will not name names — as they’ve all unfollowed me once I told them no — I feel like these incidents were a sign to make a small PSA:

Lestat is not some bleeding heart who will change because you beg him to. He is, and always will be, a brat. He enjoys toying with people and seeing how far gone he can make them. Yes, there is affection. And yes, there could be love. But odds are it won’t happen. You’d have to be something extraordinary to make Lestat that far gone. Yes, he’s flirty and smooth with your muse, but that does not equate true romantic interest. It’s mainly manipulation, and I’ve had that warning up ever since I made this blog.

Lestat will also not sleep with everyone who asks. Seriously, stop assuming he wants to have sex with your muse just because he wants to drain them dry. And don’t get fussy when I say ‘He’s not like that’. I’m not saying that sleeping with others is completely out of the question. It’s just not likely unless they really get his heart – figuratively – pumping. And if they’re able to accomplish that, it’s not really a good thing. I enjoy smut as much as the next lady or fella, but the thing is Lestat isn’t easy. He never will be easy. He’s as high maintenance as they come, so be prepared to work for it if you want it. Unless your Louis in which case he’s all but rolling all over you for affection and attention whoops

So there it is! My small, but necessary, PSA. I hope I don’t make anyone mad by saying this, but it’s getting out of hand and making me uncomfortable. Thanks for reading this as well! And now back to your regularly schedule Monsieur Prissypants Lestat.

PREACH. I am tired of ppl treating all Lestats this way. He is NOT just a manwhore. To portray him as such would be ooc. 

I doubt we’d all still be so madly in love with him if he was actually written that flatly.

“Darling, don’t cry. You’re still our leader.” (Eleni to Armand one night, after a bad fight between Armand and Nicolas)

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thegingerhairedimmortal:

“I can’t keep this up, Eleni.  Something needs to change because he will be the ruin of us all but Lestat will too if anything happens to him,” Armand sighed, wiping the traitorous tears from his eyes.