
Lestat & Louis by garama/ permanentglitter
“In the Queen of the Damned movie the vampire Lestat falls in love with young mortal researcher Jesse? I guess I didn’t describe your physical appearance enough, well, Louis?”

Lestat & Louis by garama/ permanentglitter
“In the Queen of the Damned movie the vampire Lestat falls in love with young mortal researcher Jesse? I guess I didn’t describe your physical appearance enough, well, Louis?”
ooc; UHH, FOR ANOTHER THING IN COMMON, I guess we both say “I see” a lot? DOES THAT COUNT? Well, and we’re perfectionists.
I’d not ask to be made a vampire anyway. I’d make a horrible vampire. I catch and release flies because I’m incapable of killing literally anything.
I’d probably ask him to bone Lestat in front of me, tbh.

fanart by garama/permanentglitter (hope u don’t mind I changed the dialogue!)
Now matter how hard you ship Louis and Lestat you will never ship Louis and Lestat as hard as Lestat does.
Truth. And I ship ‘em pretty damn hard.
*casually drops this in here* by garama/permanentglitter

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for those days when you just want to take a nice hot bath and set a dick on fire
Lestat: I got you a present Louis… *smiles sweetly*
Louis: *silently looking at the full set of unwrapped candles*
Lestat: What? I thought you love candles?!
Louis: *silent*
Lestat: Ungrateful little &$#@… *stomps off laughing*

Hey, welcome to the craziness that is the VC fandom ;]
Well, he’s described in the books, so you’ll get to that eventually… alot of the VC RPers have better descriptions in their writeups than I could give here, but basically:
“His outward appearance is that of a beautiful adolescent boy, small, with reddish-brown locks, soft brown eyes and slender fingers. His features are at times compared figuratively to those of Cupid or a Botticelli angel… [he] was 17 years old at the time of his transformation.”
Armand by Garama:

imagine a sleepover with all of your favorite characters. like. all of them. each and every one
I’m pretty sure that would result in at least two murders, a trip to the emergency room, and several accounts of arson.
#LouisdePointeduLac, this post called. It wants its matches back.


Lobby of the Old French Opera House (first opera house in the USA) built in 1859 and burned in 1919, New Orleans
and burned in 1919, New Orleans… Louis? Do you know about this?

I am quickly going to divert my thoughts from this, lest I think of the pleasure a single breath against my ear gives me, or of—ah, no, I am not going to make such things public. I am now thinking of candles.

My name is Nicolas. N-I-C-O-L-A-S. I repeat: N-I-C-NOMOTHERFUCKING’H’-O-L-A-S.