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vagabonddaniel:

vasilissia:

Sometimes I picture the moment Louis notice Daniel for the first time, on the night he tells him his story. Daniel finds out he have no money and the bartender is all annoyed until Louis pays for his drink, and then Daniel gives him the most charming dorky smile and starts bugging him with friendly questions ❤

Damn, Daniel why are you so adorable?! 😦

//That is probably accurate. I see Daniel as the sort of guy who had a lot of unpaid bar tabs in haunts near his residence and work… “No more ‘on the tab, Molloy, you pay up!’ Then, vampire to the rescue! hahaha. 

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the James Bond of Vampires

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luthi69:

maledictum10:

I was thinking of a VC headcanon that Lestat decides to watch Austin Powers one night, and falls in love with it. he then awkwardly realizes that he is dressed the same way as Austin. Ruffly, lacy shirt with a velvet suit.

And then, I remembered…

this:

It happened

#FANCANON

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#the James Bond of Vampires #HEADCANON ACCEPTED #AGREES AGGRESSIVELY

Poor David putting up with so so many brats. It is as though no one takes you seriously and sees it perfectly fine to antagonise you! Just go ahead …spank one of them. Don’t be talk and no action. Do you think then you’d get some respect?

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the-gentleman-chronicler:

Dear Anon – I don’t think you quite understand how this lot operates.

If I were to go ahead and spank one of them, I wouldn’t get respect so much as I’d likely get a line of them out the door waiting for a turn.  Quite the group of masochists in this nighttime world of immortality.  Never considered that when I was writing reports on them for the Talamasca.

Do you regret missing so much of the 1900’s? The 1920’s, 30’s, 60’s and 70’s especially?

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thelionscrimsonclaws:

I think I could have dazzled in the 20′s and 30′s!  I would have thrown lavish parties that lasted for weeks, mingled with writers and artists of the era, delighted in the spread of Jazz, and made another fortune running gin, whiskey, rum, moonshine and vodka up and down the coast.  I would have rubbed elbows with Capone, Maranzano, Luciano….perhaps they would have even given me some sort of nickname hmm?

As for the 60′s and 70′s, it was quite the tumultuous time….I don’t really care for much of the fashion but I would have found a great deal of enjoyment in the art and music.  I would have also been a regular at Studio 54 and then CBGB’s (in the eighties, I did visit CBGB’s often when in NYC).  I would have thrown myself into music and probably would have started recording much earlier than the eighties.  The drug culture was interesting as well and it might have been fun to experiment a bit more….I would have loved meeting Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, David Bowie (Ziggy Stardust phase).

However, the aesthetic of these eras have lasted throughout our brief history, thanks to the leaps and bounds made in preservation, and aside from the dead, we can revisit each as often as we like. 

Happiest memory?

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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. 

OH MY DEAR LORD WHY WOULD U DO THIS!!! #RIGHT IN THE FEELS

All I can do is sit here with my mouth open, going “Oh!”

Beautiful, indissectable (not a real word, but in this context, I mean that I am unable to dissect this down to its parts).

BONUS POINTS for never mentioning a name, and not needing to!

This is the kind of memory that would best explain where their pain as a ship truly comes from. Even more sad is that Lestat was so naive to say such a thing, but it sounds perfectly in character. Maybe by saying it, he thought it could be made truth ;A;

That soul-piercing gaze – yes… that’s the Lestat I fell in love with in canon, the one Nicolas fell for, the searing real Lestat stripped of his masks that anyone who falls for the real Lestat falls for, too ❤

☤ why would you even go to a hospital?? Also have u had blood from a blood bag and is it the same as fresh? Can u microwave it or does it get all yucky and congealey?

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devilsfool:

☤:the last time my muse went to the hospital and why

First of all, I would never drink blood from a blood bag. It is not fresh. That, my friends, no matter how the hospitals may spin it for you mortals, is dead blood. And I’m not drinking dead blood. Not on your goddamn life. I’ve done it once or twice in my immortality–and that was one or two times far too many. 

You need to understand that dead blood… It’s like if someone gave you rotten vegetables, I suppose, or meat that has almost turned. Sure, you can find a way to eat it, and sure, you probably won’t die–you may get a stomach ache, or feel nauseous–and sure, it will keep you alive. But it isn’t going to be a pleasant experience. 

But the last time I was at the hospital?

Last Tuesday, actually. The young woman who lives down the block from us collapsed on her bike outside at approx. 3am–since we were sitting on the balcony, we heard and saw it happen. Taking her there myself was far faster than calling the paramedics, so that was what I did. 

If you feel the urge to call me ‘hero,’ I won’t object. 

-smile-

When did you first come across a copy of IwtV? What did you think of it?

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thelionscrimsonclaws:

the-arbiter-elegantiarum:

I’ve probably read it before Lestat got his hands on it, which is quite amusing when you think about it. It must have been a few years after publication, because I found it in one of the secondhand bookshops that I grew quite fond of. I was looking for some old editions of my favourite classics when a shabby paperback copy inevitably caught my eye – the word “Vampire” shining with bloody letters. 

Don’t think I was startled by it, no, by all means no. The stories about vampires were quite popular since late 19th century and most of the time they got everything wrong about us, therefore I saw no danger in them. But out of curiosity I picked it up and after reading the first two pages I decided to buy it. It seemed to be something different. 

The nameless vampire and nameless reporter boy. How could I possibly foresee that in a few years I will meet both of them and that the latter will become a fledging of my fledging and now my companion? But I digress. 

You can imagine, my friend, that as soon as Lestat’s name appeared on the page I suddenly saw the book for what it was. A very real memoir disguised as popular fiction and very well protected by the modern attitude towards mythical creatures. From this point I drunk every word greedily, looking for other names, for secrets I feared to be revealed. I was both astonished and disappointed.

To see how well concealed Lestat kept the knowledge I shared with him was both comforting and painful. To see how he disregarded my advice and made a mistake of turning a child so young…! I found it outrageous. To see Armand, my dear Amadeo, described by Louis, to see him every bit as charming and tempting as he used to be, and yet so entirely different… It broke my heart. To see my dear Lestat treated so cruelly and suffering so awfully… Oh, reading this book was an absolutely infuriating experience.

But not quite as infuriating as reading Lestat’s novel, I must say. 

He started it. I had to set the record straight.

Top 5 Things You Like About Armand

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vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:

In no particular order, as they come into my mind:

1. His curiosity. His thirst for knowledge is as insatiable as my own. He wants to take the world apart and see how it ticks, and that’s a desire we share.

2. His laugh. It’s rich and boisterous and damn hard to get out of him sometimes, but I will walk through hell itself to make him laugh.

3. The twisted, strange way his mind works. He may not be the enigma he wants everyone to believe he is, but he sees the world from angles I never would. (Insert short joke here.)

4. How he looks good in everything. Yeah, he usually trims his hair short and puts on a crisp suit and manages to look every bit the young professional. But since I’ve known him, I’ve seen him wear any number of outfits. Acid washed jeans, corduroy bellbottoms, cowboy shirts and boots, torn denim vests, skin-tight mesh shirts and leather pants… Whatever he wears, he pulls it off. He is a chameleon, able to blend into any time or place with ease. It’s kind of incredible.

5. His overpriced, fancy-schmancy basil mint shampoo. It’s not a very strong scent but it lingers on his pillows and shirt collars. I hated it at first but I’ve come to associate that scent with home.