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In Blackwood Farm, Lestat says his name is “compounded of the first letter of each of my six older brothers’ names.” Is that true? Whose brilliant idea was that? Were you that disinterested in choosing an actual name for him?

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viaticumforthemarquise:

-sighs-

This is a falsehood. 

When he was very young, his brothers (not known for their kindness), told him this story. They made it quite clear to him that his parents, having no love left for him after six children, took the laziest route possible in naming him. 

This is, of course, an utter lie. I’ve already told the story here of Lestat’s naming—and I’ve also explained this to him many times (he tends to accept this story as a part of his own mythology, unfortunately). 

He does, from time to time, need reminding that his name, just like my love for him, was not accidental in nature. He is, and ever will be, my Lestat. Thus I named him, and thus I keep him. 

And his brothers are dead. So there’s that. 

(he tends to accept this story as a part of his own mythology, unfortunately).He picks and chooses his own mythology, for SURE.

“What an unusual name, Lestat,” she returned. “Does it have a meaning?”

“None whatsoever, Madam,” Lestat answered. “If memory serves me right, and it does less and less, the name’s compounded of the first letter of each of my six older brothers’ names, all of whom – the brothers and their names – I grew up to cheerfully and vigorously despise.”

– The vampire Lestat, Blackwood Farm

So he must have known all his brothers before they died ;A;

Discussing this with viaticumforthemarquise… maybe Augustin (or one of Lestat’s brothers) told him that just to hurt his feelings, like “YOU ARE SO WORTHLESS THAT AT BIRTH OUR PARENTS COULD ONLY MUSTER THE CREATIVITY TO TAKE A LETTER FROM EACH OF OUR NAMES” *SLAPS*

Lestat: *screaming internally*

They told him this at a young age … and he never questioned it.

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amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance:

gorgeous-fiend-blog:

send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.

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8. First Kiss

They were set to leave from Paris any moment now and the last orders of business were the  obligatory good-byes and final words. Nicolas  would not speak to him, but Armand stood before him as cool and indifferent as a marble statue. There was no expectation in those blameless liquid brown eyes as Lestat handed over the keys of the theater to him. At the last moment, as an after thought, Lestat placed a chaste kiss on his lips as an act of contrition for all he had put this one though, and hoped it might set the foundation for future solidarity should they ever meet again.

“Take care of him. I know you know how.” he whispered in his ear.

“So, Lestat left the theatre and asked me if I could have an eye on Nicolas until his return. Out of the pure kindness of my heart I kept him calm like the generous person I am. *sigh*
Alas- I am not so sure anymore if Lestat intended this when he said I should try to “take care of him”…”

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Selfies

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viaticumforthemarquise:

Her favourite gift that Lestat had given her was not, as he might hope, the cellular mobile phone with which she might communicate with him. She carried that little device purely so that he would not rail at her upon her infrequent returns to him. 

No, it was instead the gift he’d give to her for her birthday (or was it Christmas?) in 2012: the Olympus OM-D camera. 

With this she had begun to document her travels, to capture images of parts of the world no mortal had ever seen. She took photo after photo, enchanted by the way in which the camera could capture light, even in darkness, and by its ability to also capture her own visage and form at play within her locales. 

Perhaps it was a boon to Lestat, too—she sent him emails and books filled with photos now—not often, no, but enough that her communication with him became what he might even call constant.

Sometimes she might send a photograph of herself behind the curtain of a waterfall, taken carefully at night with the use of the quick shutter and the artful little timer. Sometimes it was the animals she encountered in the canopies of trees. 

But her favourite way to tease him was to send images taken with the camera in hand, turned towards herself, whatever location she’d found herself in behind her. She might, if he was lucky, offer a small smile. He had told her that these were called “selfies,” in this modern day, a type of self-portrait. Though she failed to see the allure, she knew it tickled him to receive them. 

How would you have felt if you had a child with akasha?

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eternalpharaoh:

Proud. I would have been proud, and I would have seen to it that there were more to follow. As desperately as she tried for an heir in our living years, as much as it wounded her heart and my pride to have nothing come of our efforts, I would have been relieved and overjoyed. Even if that child lived a mortal’s years and knew Anubis…were they alive and against me, I would still be proud. 

#RIGHT IN THE FEELS #damn you and your perfect headcanon perfection

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viaticumforthemarquise:

levijcgarrity:

In The Queen of the Damned Lestat did appear on film so if vampires can have photos taken I will bet you $20 Lestat eventually adapts to take surprise selfies with Louis, then put them all together to make a half-assed video using Windows Movie Maker with the music being A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. He forces Louis to watch it with him.

He’s so damn pleased with himself.

He doesn’t just do this to Louis. Let us not speak about last Christmas. 

The coven submits to participating in Lestat’s “films” to avoid his tantrums at any resistance. The finished products are occasionally humorous if only bc it’s obvious that he’s the only one really having fun. 

Of course his collection of surveillance footage is a different story…