What are Daniel’s and Armand’s orders at Starbucks?

vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:

I usually order americanos, because I like the strong scent of coffee. I can’t taste it ever again but the aroma is enough to bring back memories. Armand will order anything in a hot cup, so people can’t see how much he hasn’t drunk while we sit there for hours playing card games or watching people walk by. Sometimes he orders their weirder concoctions just to poke at them and see what they look and smell like. Last time we were there, he ordered peppermint mochca. 

He also insists on doing the ordering after the time I told them his name was Lestat and a goth guy said, “Little short for the vampire Lestat, aren’t you?” I think he was flirting but Armand nearly threw the coffee in his face. 

what was the name of the song that lestat was playing when in the movie when we came back from the swamp , before louis baiscally burned down new Orleans

vampchronfic:

i-want-my-iwtv:

That would be the Piano Sonata in Eb by Joseph Haydn ;D

WHICH, IIRC, Tom had to actually learn how to play, because we do see a shot of his hands. His version sounds tuned differently than the version below, and if so, that would make sense bc Lestat himself is ~tuned differently~ in this scene.

^Go to 3:18 for the start of Lestat’s piece.

He plays Haydn in that scene because Claudia loved his music. It was a taunt.

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#Headcanon accepted

Happiest memory?

a-misunderstanding-my-love:

-sighs-

First of all, fuck you. 

Second of all. Well. 

It was summer. One of the more sweltering that I remember. We were at least a month into being truly lovers, not just friends, and he’d dragged me out into the hills in search of a stream. We each had a bottle of wine (or two?) and he was carrying bread, cheese, and cherries; I had my violin. 

It took almost an hour to find it. Mon dieu, but it was so hot. The sort of hot that is like a curtain before you, like a wet blanket that covers your body. By the time we found the stream, we’d both stripped off our shirts, and I remember worrying my feet would have swollen in my boots. 

We stripped off our clothing and immediately took to the water. Now, remember, these are cool mountain streams, even in summer. It was glorious. Bathing, drinking, splashing each other, wrestling. Then making love on the grass, our breath coming hard, our cries building until the little death, and then collapsing beside each other in happy, satisfied exhaustion. 

We drank wine for hours and ate, the cherry juice staining our fingers and mouths, our lazy kisses a mixture of sweat and fruit. I remember almost weeping at the perfection of it, turning into his neck and burying my face there because I knew it wouldn’t last, that the sunlight and sweetness and poetry of it would end, as it always did. 

Before we left, I remember he grabbed me ‘round the waist and kissed me, then pulled back and looked me in the eye. If you don’t know him, you can’t know how penetrating, how soul-piercing that gaze can be–he loves with perfect trust, and it’s absolutely terrifying. 

“I love you. I will always love you.” 

The real horror is that I believed him. Utterly. 

Vampire Chronicle Fans Help!

witchyrem-ains:

I’ve been working my ass off in school, pulling 19 hour days and I’m exhausted and in need of a pick-me-up. This may sound selfish but I’d love for you to post your favorite vampire chronicles headcanons here, cute things in the books that delighted you and made you happy, quotes, facts, love between characters.
Fill this post full of why VC is important to you. Your ideas, stories, ideas, headcanons, facts about the characters we all love.

Doing this would give me something to look forward to at the end of a very long day.

@i-want-my-iwtv
Would you mind passing this along?
A pick me up for a fellow queen of the night.

Aw noes, sounds like you’ve gotta fever, and the only prescription is: a fresh infusion of VC Feels. Not selfish at all ;]

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Passing this along, as per request. My headcanons, fave quotes, stories, etc. would fill BOOKS so I’ll leave these tags here for now, I’ll try to reblog this with some more specific things later.


I’m rereading TOBT now, tho, and one thing that pops immediately to mind is this line from Lestat’s narration, upon realizing his victim, that he’s been salivating over for a long time, is not really a cunning evildoer mastermind (i.e. a fancy cut of steak for him) but a blubbering barely-functioning mental case (i.e. an old fast-food cheeseburger w/ wilted lettuce):

“Yeah, look at him, this dirty, stinking, lumbering killer. Men in prison get better chow than this.”

(^italics added for emphasis bc that’s how I read it in my mind)

That’s the old Lestat brand of sass! 


LOOK AT THIS is this not Lestat and Nicolas? (okay well that dude doesn’t really look like how I imagine Nicolas, but Cary Elwes as Lestat YES PLZ) From the movie Another Country. [gif sauce]

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Aaaaand of course baby!Lestat loved animals bc of course he did and still does:

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[chicken source] [puppy source]


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. 

Folks have called you cold (especially as a mother), maybe sometimes unfairly, so I was wondering if you might share a happy memory of Lestat as a wee boy? Pretty please?

viaticumforthemarquise:

-sighs wearily-

I have shared many already, have I not? But, then, you want a happy memory. There were so few in that house. 

Lestat mentioned briefly in his book that I used to show him picture books of the places where I’d travelled before I was wed to the Marquis: Rome, Paris, Madrid, Athens, etc. And I do remember doing this, when he was very, very young—his little body tucked into my lap as I sat, cross-legged, upon my bed, a large book spread open before us. 

He was always very taken with the colours of the paintings in the books—he has always had a great love for colour—and his small fingers would trace the images of ships, mountains, animals, running down and over the pages as I explained to him (sometimes in French, sometimes in Italian) what each place was and what it was like there. 

Can you imagine it? Are you a mother? That sweet weight of his little body against my own, the smell of babyhood still in his hair, his voice forming words that were a charming amalgamation of French and Italian as he attempted, as toddlers do, to ask questions of me. The small gasps he might elicit at certain images as the pages turned, the trills of laughter at the animals, the way his body would shift as he would lean back to look in my face, as if searching to make sure these places were truly real and not some fairy tale I was constructing. 

Very few of his companions are aware, I think, that that child still exists. That child is ever-present, hidden just behind the eyes of the man, waiting to be thrilled or wounded. I’d hazard to surmise that the few who see it are the ones who tend to stay by his side, despite his failings. 

How long did it take for Lestat to start walking as a child?

viaticumforthemarquise:

Oh, Mon Dieu. That child was a terror. He was mobile by approximately four months, a terrifying three months before any of his brothers had been, rolling and crawling as quickly as he could propel himself to do so. 

By six months he was walking and was causing trouble as one could not believe, opening and falling into cupboards, climbing up into trunks (and vanishing until we could find his location via his tearful cries later), and finding his way into every mess and mud puddle and body of water he could locate. 

Keeping him alive was a heroic effort in itself. 

annabellioncourt:

i-want-my-iwtv:

merciful-death:

devilsfool:

thelionscrimsonclaws:

i-see-light:

Can we talk about… how Louis repeatedly has visual/auditory/tactile hallucinations, episodes of dissociation and depersonalization, and panic and anxiety attacks all throughout IWTV but these things are never really touched upon again in the series… like these are all possible symptoms of very severe depression, which I guess Rice alludes to Louis having throughout the series, but like honestly Louis was barely functional in IWTV and that’s never really been demonstrated again… in the later books Louis is always described as being calm, quiet, morally exceptional, conveniently kind, and romantically “sad.” I’ve always felt like the others’ perception of Louis was completely different from Louis’s perception of himself in his own account, and I wonder what ever happened to that intensity in his character in IWTV. I think if it’s touched upon later at all, it’s in Merrick? A little? Still though, it feels like Louis was conveniently stabilized and made static in the narrative in order to make him an easier character to sideline lmao

Very much so…..

//Frankly, this is an astute observation. And I think a lot of the changes in Louis’ character came, frankly, from his author no longer wishing to associate with him. Anne made it quite clear that she hated Louis’ voice and never wished to write in it again–and it took her almost forty years (39, to be exact) for her to be able to write in it again (I’m referring to the Epilogue in Prince Lestat). 

ooc; I agree with @devilsfool re: Anne.  I believe she was actually quoted at one point after writing Merrick saying that she didn’t want to ever write in Louis’ voice again???  Or something like that.  She definitely expressed not caring all that much for his character.

But I can agree with what you’re saying too, because ultimately, IwtV was the only first-person narrative from Louis until the last chapter of PL.  I’ve always felt Louis to be this intense perfectionist that can’t tolerate his own downfalls, and I definitely agree that he shows numerous symptoms of depression.  He’s his biggest critic, and I think that shows a lot in IwtV.

I feel like IwtV would have seemed a lot different if told from Lestat’s perspective?  Because while Lestat may get really, really angry with Louis sometimes, his descriptions of Louis are the most glorified in the books.  He’ll talk about Louis moping around, but he paints a general picture of Louis being a very strong person that is dedicated to his convictions.  Louis is literally his emotional rock, and really, I don’t believe Lestat would actually ever openly write of any breakdowns Louis may or may not have had.  And I feel like if Louis was to have a bad bout of depression, Lestat would be the one to know, above anyone else.

Then you have Khayman’s description of Louis, where he flat out says that Louis can’t exist without Lestat.  And Armand’s bit about Louis in TVA paint him as very melancholy, imo.

I also look at where Louis was when he gave the interview.  He’s a very careful, private person, and he had his reasons for giving the interview in the first place (which can be debated in itself; I’ve always thought it was a cry out for Lestat and/or suicidal recklessness).  He’d been alone for years and felt he’d nothing left.  He was infuriated that Daniel didn’t see his story as despairingly as he himself viewed it to be.  Louis felt down on everything at that point, and I don’t know that he’d really be that open with his experiences and feelings on any other night?

Idk, I’ve always felt that for as emotional as Louis seems to be, he still sucks majorly at actually dealing with his own emotions.  Which is how I reason his major breakdown(s) in Merrick.

/writing this at 1am and hopes it makes sense lol

#YES #THIS #this post cannot be improved upon

Gonna add 2 things anyway.

1 – AR wrote IWTV after the loss of her daughter. Louis was pretty much AR herself, dealing with that grief, questioning a God as to why he had to punish her so much. What did Louis do to deserve a life-in-death living hell? What did Claudia do to deserve eternal imprisonment in that little body? What did AR’s daughter do to deserve dying so painfully at such an early age?

In the end, Louis (and the readers) draws his own answers and has to come to some kind of peace in order to move on. Lestat has his Savage Garden, in which peace lies in the fact that there is no explanation, bad things just happen to good people. The most we can do is try to do Good and help eachother survive the slings and arrows, try not to be the slinger of arrows, and if we are, to do it for the sake of Good. We’re all imperfect.

2 – Louis’ voice is pretty damn hard to write, when done well. My guess is that AR didn’t see a need to revisit his POV, especially with the intensity of focus it required. @annabellioncourt​ had some excellent points on this awhile back:

“Louis is more along the lines of the Oscar Wilde’s era of the very late 19th century, which is what most people think of today when they think “Victorian writing.” Similar in voice (though not subject) would also be Matthew Arnold (read some of his essays, and tell me that’s not how Louis talks), Wilkie Collins, and Henry James.

”…Louis is not so much involved in human goings on, he’s aware of events and films, but still speaks in the language of the century where he spent the most time communicating with others–also he would not have lost his speech patterns over those decades with Armand because Armand was mostly isolated in his language circles. So we can look at all of that as to why Louis talks the way he does.“

“Louis does show a HEAVY influence from the French symbolist poets (the school that Charles Baudelaire was from).”

And of course Louis would express himself in the language of the writers he enjoyed. OF COURSE HE WOULD. We all know he’s basically a big ol’ bookworm w/ fangs.

I’ve discussed Louis with some of my professors as this embodiment for grief and severe depression. I latched onto him tightly when I was, oh sixteen? Seventeen? He is the most living-dead, the most human yet the least human, this liminal being trapped between two states of being, and he balances on that line so well in his melancholy bordering at times on madness. There are some emotions so hard to put into words, and Anne RIce wrote an entire book from the point of view of a character to explain those emotions, they came through not in his words alone, but also his tone–one we often associate with the grim and the dark, this late Victorian, elegant prose–and in his dress, his manners, his moods, the first book is such an exquisite thing. 

David, the collector of stories who does not make stories, wants to be like him. If he was living the life that Louis led, he would have stories. How often, perhaps not as often now as in ages past, but how often do people talk or at least thing in terms of wanting a sense of this melancholy to help with their art. That art can only come from suffering. Its not always true, but sometimes it is. Anne Rice felt a grief unlike any that I have ever known in my life and from it she crafted a magnificent novel. There is so much of her own pain filtered into that work, but she’s daring the readers a little, I think, to ask themselves do you really want to feel this? To become this? It isn’t worth the product, it isn’t worth the stories and the ability, it isn’t worth it, this existence that is neither life nor death is too much a price to pay for anything that you think you might gain from it

“There is so much of her own pain filtered into that work, but she’s daring the readers a little, I think, to ask themselves do you really want to feel this? To become this? It isn’t worth the product, it isn’t worth the stories and the ability, it isn’t worth it, this existence that is neither life nor death is too much a price to pay for anything that you think you might gain from it.”

^I think that’s very astute, and I think it’s pretty much what Louis is saying in this scene when he’s trying to convince Madeleine not to vampire. Since Louis was essentially Anne’s avatar throughout that book. 

I really think AR would trade all her success for her daughter (and her husband) back, no hesitation ;A;

“Do you find us beautiful? Magical? Our white skin, our fierce eyes. ‘Drink,’ you ask me. Do you have any idea of the thing you will become?!”

Brezairola, for darknessmolton

darknessmolten:

vcsecretgifts:

For: @darknessmolten

From: @devilsfool

Author’s Note: You requested a drabble with Nicolas dealing with the holiday. Well, after I sat down to write, this is what came out. I don’t know that he’s ‘dealing’ as well as he’d like to be, not this year. Also, please note below that there is a link for a video the lullaby he plays. Merry Christmas! 

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// THANK YOU SO MUCH!

This is perfect and you’re perfect and I wish I was better at expressing just how wonderful you are. You know, another way than being evil to your characters.

I’m so glad I met you and a very merry Christmas to you.