Do you remember if it felt at all weird to suddenly have fangs? I mean, the mouth is designed to fit normal teeth, not extended canines. Did you ever cut your lip while talking or anything?

devilsfool:

It took a little getting used to, but human beings have always been adaptable, and becoming a vampire didn’t change that. I don’t have memories of cutting my lips or doing any significant damage, but I do remember dealing with the sensation of longer teeth. It was definitely an adjustment, though not so big of one as worth mentioning. 

Every vampire’s fangs are different. I’ve never mentioned that, have I? Some of us have two, some four, some six. By this I am speaking of teeth along the top of your mouth, not the bottom–Louis and I have joked before during discussions that perhaps the number of fangs have something to do with the appetite, but in reality I’ve no idea what the deciding factor is. 

I have primaries, secondaries, and tertiaries, as did Claudia, though Louis only has primaries and secondaries. Gabrielle is the same as Louis–four fangs. 

My maker had primaries only–I do remember that. 

Honestly, someone ought to do a scientific study of all one day. I’m sure the Talamasca has all sorts of interesting information regarding it buried away somewhere. 

devilsfool:

Re: Louis, #headcanon accepted. Re: Lestat: /Liar./

//HAHAHA. Listen, I can’t write impartially about Titanic. I was in high school. I think I went and saw it four times. I legit can never watch it again. 

True, I also was in high school and I remember distinctly the effect it had on ppl at the time… ppl bragging about seeing it multiple times in the theatre when it’s a 3 hr long movie.

However… Lestat probably saw it at home w/ Louis, who was quietly tearing up, Lestat angrily elbowing him during *that scene*…

Lestat: “Look at this little b*tch, do you see this? She just said she’d never let go-”

Louis: “I’m watching it.”

Lestat: “-Says that again and again and then- what does she do?” *beginning to tear up, too*

Louis: “She let’s g-”

Lestat: “She f*cking… PRIES HIS FROZEN FINGERS OFF THE BOARD- or door or whatever it is…” *tears rolling down, as he smears them off*

Louis: –

Lestat: “SHE MORE THAN LETS HIM GO! SHE PUSHES HIM OFF!”

Louis: –

Lestat: “See any similarities there?”

Louis: – 

Lestat: “Anything familiar about that at all to you? Anything at all?”

Louis: –

Lestat: “WELL??!”

Louis: “I plead the 5th.”

Have you read any good Louis/ Lestat fics that you would recommend?

Fanfic?? there’s no such thing as VC fanfic… pfffft. What are you crazy honestly??! J/k it’s out there. *blows kisses at AO3* 

Recommendations…

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Thanks for asking! I haven’t had a fanfic rec request in awhile. 

However, as far as “good L/L fics,” that is wholly and wildly subjective. The danger of recommending any fic runs the same risk of doing those Follow Forever posts, which I don’t do, because I’ve seen ppl who were left out feel hurt and excluded. 

Recommending fic feels slightly different to me bc it’s up to every reader whether they like something or not, and I don’t read every fic with that pairing. My closer VC friends and I happen to agree on many favorite fics and that’s been wonderful, but please ask other ppl for recommendations, too. Anyone is welcome to reblog/comment with recs!

My tags:

Archive of Our Own (aka AO3) has a mission statement about protecting fanworks from copyright infringement arguments, so I feel pretty safe recc’ing stuff that’s on there:

  • Gulfport: A British Petroleum Fanfic (Part One) by hw_campbell_jnr – There are 2 parts and it’s incomplete but this is devastatingly beautiful long!fic. Hipster modern Lestat and Louis, Lestat going by a pseudonym, politics woven in, it’s just too good. It annoys me how good it is. I am annoyed. I would be less annoyed if it were COMPLETED.

Anyone is welcome to reblog/comment with recs.

What’s the most frantic you’ve ever felt?

devilsfool:

I’ve detailed one moment, when I was mortal, and with Nicolas in the inn. The realization of nothing, of endless darkness with no explanation or answer for suffering… I’ve learned since that these are called ‘panic attacks.’ We didn’t have such words, then. 

Another instance was when I was young. I think I might have been eight, maybe ten years old? I was being punished, though I’d be hard-pressed to tell you what I’d done. Most things, especially simple things, were enough reason to punish me, I suppose. I’m sure I wasn’t an easy child, and my father was not an easy man by any stretch of the imagination. 

He’d had my brothers lock me in my bedroom. But Charles, in a fit of charming cruelty, locked me not only into my bedroom but also into the wooden trunk at the foot of my bed. 

Oh, God, the panic. Have you been locked in a very small space before? And I don’t mean a coffin–a coffin, especially as a vampire, is a different experience. I mean a small, confined space into which you know you are not meant to be placed. I beat at the inside of the trunk for hours, crying and screaming to be released–but it was a castle, n’est-ce pas? Who was going to hear me outside the great stone walls of my room? 

Eventually, my nurse came to find me as night fell. It must have been when I did not appear at the table in the great hall with the rest of my family. What had they done when asked where I was, my idiot brothers? She didn’t even have the key, poor woman. From what I came to understand, Gabrielle finally forced its surrender (she has since told me that she slapped him; I find that satisfying) and came to my bedroom herself to free me. 

One happy family, non?

Merde

devilsfool:

(a drabble written as a gift for @i-want-my-iwtv on their birthday. Takes place at the end of TVL)

“That costume is nothing short of ridiculous.” 

Keep reading

Thank u so much @devilsfool​! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! 

❤❤❤

…Now, to see what this costume looks like, I’m placing a #FANART REQUEST out there…

imagine for a moment Lestat And Friends playing d&d

devilsfool:

moral-cipher:

echo-de-la-lumiere:

moral-cipher:

monstersinthecosmos:

THIS IS AN AMAZING IDEA and I sat on this in my inbox for a long time because I don’t know that much about D&D and I wish I had more to add to this situation. But like, YEAH like D&D Night at Trinity Gate, third Wednesday every month, sounds perfect. Everyone can come over. I’m more partial to the idea that it’s Armand & Friends and that Lestat comes over and crashes the party and acts like a douche but yeah man I think this DEFINITELY HAPPENS. 

@sheysira @justsomespacedust @saintambrose DO YALL HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS?

#FANFIC REQUEST #FANART REQUEST

Oh man. A small selection because apparently my brain took this and ran with it a bit

“No, Lestat, being a bard does NOT mean you sing all your dialogue”

Daniel as DM because he’s the only one who’s even remotely unbiased

“I am going to smite you SO hard, you won’t even know what smote you. Say bonjour to my TWO-HANDED BROADAXE, you little goblin shit!” *rolls a critical miss*

“Oh, that’s great. Just great. I can’t believe you just said that. We have ONE healer in this party, so do you think just once you could keep your big mouth shut and try NOT to get us all killed?”

“Well maybe if St Francis over here *jabs thumb in Louis’ direction* had picked some USEFUL skills instead of “talking to animals” this wouldn’t have happened”

Pardon? My charisma stats alone have saved this mission like three times THIS EVENING”

//meanwhile Armand is a min/maxing munchkin who number crunches all his stats and barely misses breaking the game

//Nicolas rolls bard and insists Lestat reroll priest/cleric “if he wants to be so ‘good’”

//totally. Spends points and money with extreme deliberation and keeps absolute track of his gear and any and all bonuses so he never forgets to make use of them at opportune moments

//y e p. Meanwhile Lestat playing chaotic neutral or some shit just so he can fuck with Armand with impunity

//I have no idea how to play D&D but you know I am ALL about COVEN GAME NIGHT!!!!!

OOC; MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY!

devilsfool:

//Guys it is @i-want-my-iwtv‘s birthday today, so please go spam the heck out of her with wonderful messages! 

This chica is wild, crazy, and maybe the biggest cheerleader we have in the VC fandom. There is no one more kind, considerate, or caring. She has loved each of us and pushed each of us over time to be better writers and kinder people. 

Also, she is a tiny smol cinnamon roll and we’ve hung out and had burgers together and it was silly and good. So please go love on her. 

MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY, DARLING! We love you!

THANK U BB! It’s all true! Guilty as charged! The feels, they are mutual *hugs*

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If I may, @devilsfool is one heck of a friend, in addition to being one of my fave VC writers.

Many of my VC headcanons have been formed in conversation with her or just accepted from her fanfic/RP, so if you like my headcanons/opinions on things, check out her muses: @a-misunderstanding-my-love (Nicolas), @viaticumforthemarquise (Gabrielle), and @devilsfool (Lestat). 

Close Quarters

devilsfool:

“So what if we had to sleep on lumpy pallets, and the neighbors woke us up with fighting.” -Lestat, The Vampire Lestat

Was it the first night? The second? Third? It had all been a whirlwind to me, the excitement of arriving in Paris, the world suddenly such a different place from where I’d spent the last 21 years. People everywhere, the stench of shit and piss in the streets, the sounds of horses and church bells and music everywhere. How I loved it. 

We’d rented a tiny room at the top floor of a building–one bed, two windows, a shelf and a basin in which to wash. Such a small space! Such heaven to me, such cramped and glorious beauty. 

The first night we’d made wild, happy love, tumbling into the lumpy, uncomfortable bed twisted and entwined and endlessly delighted in each other. The bells of a church chimed the hour in the distance, the moonlight spilling into the little window and onto the floor of the flat. I remember this image as I drifted off to sleep, a strange thought coming to me that I hoped my mother was okay, that she was becoming well again, perhaps. 

It was maybe an hour later that I was roused, abruptly, by shouts. The wall above our head thudded as something hit it–something heavy. 

“Nicolas–” I shook him, then, his eyes snapping open. 

“What is it? What the hell–?” He sat up, nearly conking heads with me, both of us turned to face the wall behind the headboard. 

The screaming continued, followed by the shattering of glass. I know my eyes widened, then–I’d experienced plenty of abuse and yelling in my years, yes, but never had I been privy to the violent fighting of complete strangers, not in such an intimate way. I’d grown up in a damn castle, for God’s sake–the walls were thick and the place devoured sound. 

Then Nicolas began to laugh. 

I snapped my eyes to his, “How can you laugh? It’s terrible!”

He fell back against the bedclothes, snatching my pillow as he laughed and throwing it at me. 

“Welcome to Paris, Lestat.” 

So Lestat had Mojo. What animals do you see the other vampire’s gravitating to?

Louis@merciful-death’s Louis has a black cat named Harriet (#headcanon accepted!). She leaves him dead mice often, and according to Lestat (@devilsfool): “She hunts them to try to feed you. She’s convinced that you are a terrible hunter.”  

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Harriet’s first snow! Harriet was a fierce and successful huntress from an early age, trying her best to keep Louis fed ❤

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I also see Louis as being visited frequently by a big stray tomcat, and Lestat doesn’t approve of this one either bc MORE CAT HAIR ON VELVET FURNITURE. Velvet is very cat-hair-ophillic. This cat doesn’t have a name but Louis calls him by a lot of baby names (”Mon chou,” “Sir Fluff,” “Kitten,”) and Lestat calls him by a lot of rude names (”Hairball,” “Trashface,” “Loaf”). This cat actually followed Harriet to their home one night, and he likes to nap with her when she allows it. 

Lestat – I know you didn’t ask about Lestat but I have to include him a little more! According to @annabellioncourt, “Lestat was also a canon dog person, and while there are people who love both (hi) I think with Lestat’s constant need for validation he’d be a total dog person.

Like no cats at all.

He hissed back at Louis’s cat once.

Lestat almost always has a dog, and he has meticulous memory of all the dogs he ever had.“

^#headcanon accepted.

Daniel – Lizards! Frogs! Snakes! Reptiles in general. Also insects. He has a big pinned collection, featuring gorgeous butterflies and buprestidae. Lestat loves this collection and goes to reptile houses with Daniel on occasion. They both love cobras.

Armand – I can’t find the canon evidence but I’m pretty sure he had big fancy aquariums on Night Island.

[X] Armand is truly fascinated with owls, owls are totes his spirit animal, deceptively powerful in their small size. Their symbolism for intelligence and careful planning. And y’know, they’re basically "flying pillows filled with seething hatred.” like Armand!

Hit the jump for a bit more.

Marius had taxidermied animals: “giant stuffed beasts mounted in lifelike attitudes – the brown bear, the lion, the tiger, even the elephant standing in his own immense chamber, lizards as big as dragons, birds of prey clutching dried branches made to look like the limbs of real trees.” -TVL

Marius also had a “giant aquarium, the great room-sized tank” filled w/ “rare and beautiful tropical fish” and caged birds. – QOTD

Claudia loved birds, especially small ones. She likes songbirds especially. She also loved rabbits but more for their fur than their personality.