ooc: ok but @obsessional-ram made me think about it for a second and i’m like…you know when u have super major cries where snot drips down ur nose??? replace snot with blood for ricean vampires.
“if you’re labouring under the misapprehension that lestat is cool allow me to correct you, lestat is not cool he is a whiny, needy little cry baby and i love him for it” [x]
“When had it happened that arterial blood was not enough, and he must rip out the heart and suck it dry also? When had it started that he had to lick the most vicious wounds for the little juice they would yield? He could exist without this, yet he couldn’t resist it, and so he sought—or so he told himself—to make the very most of it when he feasted” – Prince Lestat, chapter 8, Marius and Flowers
There’s something so delightful in seeing Marius depicted outside his usual elegance and poise. I’m falling in love with this piece the longer I look at it.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
(Painting Diana Elisabeth Raum, Poem William Blake)
Lestat on Davids Tiger after the Gobi Desert
YES thank u so much! I am the infamous Fanfiction Writer Burnadette (on AO3, shameless self-promotion). What a lovely compliment all the way from Germany! *flails*
more fic to come, if I can kick myself into doing it, and messages like these are definitely encouraging!
I have to turn this into a little appreciation post to Lady Diana Elisabeth Raum, because I’ve been meaning to do so: I LOOOOOOVE your fanart. LOVE.
We are going to need to see all of your VC fanart. ALL ♥u♥
Start a tumblr or let @sam-biteback post it. Because your Lestat/Louis piece is one of my absolute favorites of them (and we need this in better scan quality so we can see the details better):
Louis: “What have you done this time, Lestat?”
Lestat: “Shhhh, Louis, let’s enjoy the silence of your not knowing… for a few more minutes.”
I-want-my-IWTV 