Canon: What actually happened.
Headcanon: What you think happened, based on the characters, settings, storylines and all reasonable extrapolations thereof.
Heartcanon: What you feel ought to have happened, quite divorced from rationality or sense.
Soulcanon: What you know happened, deep down in your soul, regardless of what anyone says. Including the creators of canon, themselves.
Crotchcanon: What your gonads wish had happened, or, alternatively, what turns you on.
Oh my goodness.
They forgot fanon which seems to be confused these days with canon…
So, what is “fanon” then?
//Fanon is stuff not in canon but that’s so prevalent in fandom that people have largely forgotten it’s not in the source material, ie, Daniel Molloy wearing glasses (which is Movieverse Canon, but literally never happens in the books). It’s headcanons that are extremely common or permeate the fandom so deeply it’s hard to separate them from canon, even if they never actually appear in the main material. (I think.. maybe someone else can explain it better.)
“The book never said it /didn’t/ happen” i say as I rub my little fangirl hands together.
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What’s been the hardest thing to adjust to as a vampire?
First and foremost, the hunger has been the hardest adjustment I’ve had to make as a vampire. What few vices I indulged in my mortality were never so prevalent – not to the point where I felt so commanded to answer the desire for them. I could control them. Yet the hunger is in control of me more than I am of it. I’m not used to being slave to something inside myself. That experience is new for me.
Another adjustment is certainly the sense of time. When I was alive I measured the passage of days, months, years with regular habit. Even if it was just noting the date upon a newspaper. I observed time, I respected it, and felt very keen about the necessity to keep track. Now, it occasionally surprises me when I hear a date. The nights tend to blend together. I feel outside of time in a way I’d never done when alive. It doesn’t feel so oppressive or so precious to me anymore.
There are many other aspects of adjustment I’ve had to make since my turning yet these two are by far the most major developments that I consider worth mentioning.
That’s one of the details I did like about the QOTD movie; I don’t remember Lestat taking earphones/buds into his coffin in any of the later books, but he did in the film, and I can absolutely see him doing that, and forgetting them often.
Yep, agreed. Since you mentioned movie!QOTD, I was reminded of Time Warner Cable’s eloquent synopsis of it:
Riiiiight he unites with his counterpart, Akasha. RIGHT. That’s not what I’d call her.
But what about vampire history teachers. Vampires who read something from a text book then proceed to light the book on fire and throw it out the window because “No. that’s not even close to what really happened. Listen up nerds I’m about to teach you what really happened in France during the revolution”
I need this as a series
Vampires sharing the recipe for Greek fire.
Vampires speaking in dead languages.
Vampires being able to translate untranslatable scripts.
Vampires who react to straightwashing historical figures like “Are you kidding me everyone knew that man was queer!”
Vampires from cultures who were once antagonistic towards each other stubbornly maintaining a friendship that’s lasted longer than their civilizations.
Vampires who honour forgotten deities you won’t find in mythology books.
Also, vampires who secretly saved stuff from the Library of Alexandra.
Guys, this is the Vampire Chronicles.
The increasingly desperate struggle of the VC fandom to tell Tumblr that THE THING YOU ARE DESCRIBING HAS EXISTED FOR FORTY YEARS
A-fucking-men.
Imagine My Immortal but written in the style of Shakespeare.
SCENE 1. A MAGIC SCHOOL CALLED HOGWARTS IN ENGLAND
Enter ENOBY
ENOBY
For truth, that which the gods have christened me
Has many parts, like these locks, flow’n from my crown.
That hellish sound, which forms mine name, sprung from
The dusky shades of these roots, so like the stone
But broken, rent, mottled; for, like the flames
That hie from Hades, the dusk is split with peals
Of cold violet, the shade of icy fangs
Met with military scarlet; coils not
But hangs; not ragged, but lustrous, set off
Like a precious jewel made more pure by the
Barren winds of silent winter deserts,
So are not these jewels of mine own self-crown
Brought forth in splendour so close to these eyes
Frozen, as glaciers, forged by an artist
Who, bereft of artisan tools, gives himself
And sculpts his godly business with that
Which the muses draw blindly from his vision.
Thus sorrow, reflected twice in these mirrors,
Casting mine eyes as icy limpid tears.Imagine Shakespeare but written in the style of My Immortal
Hi my name is Hamlet and I have long blond hair that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like the sun god Apollo (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to him but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. My mother married my uncle after my father died. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I went to a school called Wittenberg in Germany but I just graduated. I’m a prince (in case you couldn’t tell) but I wear mostly black bc I’m in mourning. I For example today I was wearing a black doublet with matching lace around it and a black tights, white undershirt and black boots. I was with my mother and Horatio. We were standing inside Elsinore. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My uncle Claudius stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.
How do I hone my psychic powers to block out vampires who want to listen to my thoughts?
To hone your psychic powers for blocking out vampires, it takes a considerable period of time devoted to practice and a strengthening of your personal gifts. Also, the success rate depends entirely upon the vampire in question. Many have never honed their own psychic powers and are only able to read surface thoughts of humans. A vampire who has mastered their abilities (Armand, as an example, is a master of those gifts) would be considerably more difficult to keep out.
Your mind is only as open as you permit it to be. It has been described in the Chronicles how vampires keep their thoughts obscured from others. Images, a closed door, or sounds and sensations intended to confuse the intruding mind. My own psychic gifts were formidable enough towards the end of my mortal life that I was able to pick up on the thoughts of vampires and mask my own from them. I’d had a lifetime of practice.
My preferred imagery is that of a jungle when I must guard my thoughts without much notice — like in an emergency. I scatter my thoughts throughout it like drops of rain. By the time they have made any progress in their trek to find them, I am usually gone and beyond their lasting mental reach. My standard imagery is a library. In that defensible mental place, I keep my thoughts and memories in the pages of the books, and a countless number of blank ones as handy camouflage.
If you want to be successful, then you should work upon your own method. Use things that are so familiar to you in your physical world that they’d be mentally easy to grasp. Music or radio static are simple things because they require no imagery. Those two are rudimentary skills that are taught for those first learning their gifts in the Talamasca. Or basic visual images. A closed door, a locked gate. Literal things.
Work on strengthening those blocks in your mind and keeping out a vampire will become easy over time.
The sensory description of Paris
“In the period of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. The streets stank of manure, the courtyards of urine, the stairwells stank of mouldering wood and rat droppings, the kitchens of spoiled cabbage and mutton fat; the unaired parlours stank of stale dust, the bedrooms of greasy sheets, damp featherbeds, and the pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. The stench of sulphur rose from the chimneys, the stench of caustic lyes from the tanneries, and from the slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. People stank of sweat and unwashed clothes; from their mouths came the stench of rotting teeth, from their bellies that of onions, and from their bodies, if they were no longer very young, came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumorous disease. The rivers stank, the marketplaces stank, the churches stank, it stank beneath the bridges and in the palaces. The peasant stank as did the priest, the apprentice as did his master’s wife, the whole of the aristocracy stank, even the king himself stank, stank like a rank lion, and the queen like an old goat, summer and winter. For in the eighteenth century there was nothing to hinder bacteria busy at decomposition, and so there was no human activity, either constructive or destructive, no manifestation of germinating or decaying life that was not accompanied by stench.
And of course the stench was foulest in Paris, for Paris was the largest city of France. And in turn there was a spot in Paris under the sway of a particularly fiendish stench: between the rue aux Fers and the rue de la Ferronnerie, the Cimetiere des Innocents to be exact. For eight hundred years the dead had been brought here from the Hotel–Dieu and from the surrounding parish churches, for eight hundred years, day in, day out, corpses by the dozens had been carted here and tossed into long ditches, stacked bone upon bone for eight hundred years in the tombs and charnel houses. Only later–on the eve of the Revolution, after several of the grave pits had caved in and the stench had driven the swollen graveyard’s neighbours to more than mere protest and to actual insurrection–was it finally closed and abandoned. Millions of bones and skulls were shovelled into the catacombs of Montmartre and in its place a food market was erected.”
~Patrick Süskind “The Perfume. The Story of a Murderer”
even the king himself stank, stank like a rank lion
^poetry
“So much love to gairid, I know she just had a notecard, but I’m doing one, too. Her blog has lots of great pictures, many of NOLA which she has taken herself, and that helps set a dreamy VC mood. Her writing is rich and her world-building is so advanced that I feel I’m walking down the street, grabbing a beer at on of Brian’s favorite bars, catching a glimpse of a certain couple making out in Pirate’s Alley… Don’t even get me started on her OCs. Brian is sweet and affable, but not a Gary Stu by any means. He’s got guts, and he takes care of his beloved bosses in more ways than they deserve. Her other unique OCs draw shining facets out from our favorite canon characters, which she writes with respect and even (dare I say) improves upon.
Basically she is a gem, an emerald? An opal? And we are very fortunate that she continues to give us more of what we’ve come to love from her!”
OOC: PSA
In the future can we please just agree as a fandom to keep issues that could be easily handled privately private?
There was an issue with this recently that caused someone to leave the community. Calling another writer out in a public display of personal unhappiness doesn’t strengthen this fandom – it weakens it and causes those writers already at their limit to question whether the Tumblr community is even worth continuing with. No one deserves to be made a public spectacle.
If you have issues, take it to that individual in their askbox. That’s what they are there for. Resolving issues on a one on one basis seems a far better solution than throwing anyone else under the bus for everyone else to see. That makes things highly uncomfortable for those of us not involved in the situations.
This has become a disconcerting habit in this fandom lately and I am only speaking up to make an appeal that it please stop. Everyone is free to have a differing opinion, of course. I normally tend to be quiet about these things but this trend is maddening to see and uncomfortable to be exposed to.
Thanks.
^This so very much.
Am I the only one who saw Lestat, Louis, and Claudia in that “One Unfulfilled Idea of Family” in Hannibal, Will, and Abigail? Or am I just one of those helpless cases of VCians who can easily find reference to VC just anywhere and everywhere? 0_o
It’s definitely not just you. I know I’ve talked to adirotynd and wicked-felina about this very phenomenon. There’s a hell of a lot of common ground between the VC and Hannibal: perverse yet more-intense-than-anything-ever intimacy based on mutual experience of (committing) violence; heightened sensuality; a fine line between black comedy and high-flown philosophy… and then of course Hannibal is in itself a fanfic-like remix of the Thomas Harris canon, which is interesting to look at, considering the fanon that has grown up around the VC over the years.
I was surprised-yet-not-surprised when I found out that Bryan Fuller was a huge IWTV fan growing up – there’s a Nerdist podcast in which he describes how, at the age of 13, he phoned Anne Rice because he wanted to work on the IWTV screenplay. The story is a gem and starts about 32 minutes in, but the whole thing is really great:
http://nerdistwriters.libsyn.com/bryan-fuller
Edit: basically what I’m saying is, if you’re a VC fan who can handle looking at gore, there is a very good chance that Hannibal will be right up your street. Meanwhile, if you are a Hannibal fan who enjoys historical settings and can cope with a canon that gets increasingly bizarre as the series progresses, you might find a happy home in VC fandom. Hey, I like to matchmake.
I-want-my-IWTV 