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what they say: I’m fine
what they mean: Why is there so little Vampire Chronicles fan activity or content? Where is the fanbase? I understand that it’s older but the appeal is still massive. This is something that you can like for years and years and not get over. Why is it there aren’t hoards of new fans every year? What can you want more than beautiful bisexual vampires? I mean Anne Rice practically invented the modern vampire genre. There’s dozens of shows and book series that owe their creative careers to her. She is one of the bestselling writers of all time!!! The fact that there isn’t a bigger active fanbase especially since Prince Lestat’s release kind of blows my mind. I mean there was even a blockbuster motion picture with an allstar cast. How are there not more new young fans? How do we get more? Like I know so many people who have seen and enjoyed the movie but where is the huge cult following behind the film and the books?

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You Want to know why?
Because Anne Rice likes to sue your gloriously blushing butt-cheeks off if you DARE to produce fanfiction of her characters and works.
And most book based fandoms thrive from fanfiction, the telling of stories how it could be (or should be) or what might have happened IF ONLY…..
Then fanarts are created for said fanfictions and for the original books as well, if they have content that is worth ‘arting’ for. But Anne Rice isn’t loyal to her characters and one of the reasons she likes to sue fanfiction-writers is because they might have better ideas than she. Or the same and it might look like she was stealing that idea.

Then there is the fact that her books have lessened in quality with each new book. (An oppinion many of the fans I know share.)
From MY point of view… only two and a half books are even worth reading (out of thirteen)and one movie worth watching (“Interview with the Vampire”! I wouldn’t bother watching “Queen of the Damned”…), because she doesn’t care to check canon facts, names, dates and characters.
The only one she cannot possibly write OOC is Lestat, because he canonly is all over the place with his ego anyway.

This Fandom, for most parts, lives on Head-Canons. Like “Imagine Nicolas de Lenfent faked his death somehow” or “What if Akasha and Enkil had actually loved each other till the very end and they had a deal to come back together after her little interlude with Lestat and playing goddess”.
And how do you present your Head-Canons to the fanbase? Mostly through fanfiction. (Which you can get your pretty butt sued off for.)

Most activity in the VC-fandom is limited to roleplay and some fanart/cosplay. Because she hardly can sue that.
And that is why there is so little movement in the fandom. We enjoy what good she did (Creating the characters we love) in silence, keeping to ourself with few friends in many little covents, so to speak.

send ppl my way to ask me about my vamp chronicles hc’s bb & oh imma send u more too

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@rzsumisu​ added: also anybody else that is down for Santino/louis…. ye s….

Sure thang! Please do share some more hc w/ me. You heard her, ppl. Go ask @rzsumisu​ about her VC headcanons 😀 witchyrem-ains was looking for some a little while ago, you should get in touch with them.

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^Here is a gif of a cat in a bumblebee costume falling off a couch which has nothing to do with this topic but USE YOUR IMAGINATION you’re welcome.

As for Santino/Louis as a ship, well, you might take that up w/ @vampirexsantino, they are the only active Santino RPer I’m aware of, so the mun would probably be happy to chat about that ship 😉 

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annabellioncourt:

i-want-my-iwtv:

heroofferelden:

Do u ever not realize how starved for affection u are till someone hugs u a bit tighter than normal and you find that you really don’t want to let go

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I never thought about this scene in this context before, and I don’t know if you were going for seriousness or not, but by this point in the both the film and the novel, Lestat hadn’t had any real affection other than the baiting of the musician for some time.

Thanks! I was indeed going for serious. They have actual irreconcilable differences, but they both still desperately miss how it was in the beginning, when they could both be free to live under the delusion that this setup was in any shape or form “natural" and sustainable. It was the honey-est of honeymoons, for all of them. One happy family.

Claudia was the glue that held them all together, so when she understood the truth of it all and severed ties with Lestat, that’s around when Louis must have, to some extent, as well. In the book, he seems to pull away from both of them emotionally as her frustration and disillusionment grows.

So yes, by this point, Lestat hadn’t had any real affection (aside from the flirting w/ strangers we all know he’s so talented at) other than the baiting of the musician for some time. It appeared that the love between Lestat and the musician was a pale shadow of what he had with Louis and Claudia. That musician seemed to give him the kind of unconditional love that Lestat’s dogs had given him back in the Auvergne. An unquestioning loyalty, which is good, but love from Louis and Claudia was worth more, which is why he didn’t just leave them immediately, but rather stay and taunt them with the idea that he might turn someone else. He was challenging them to fight for his love, in threatening to replace them, he wanted them to beg him to stay. They didn’t.

//Dear future me,

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vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:

Dear Future Daniel,

I hope you’re alive and well. Actually, undead and well, but you know what I fucking mean. I hope you’re keeping the shadows at bay and the impulse to drown in your madness in check. Remember that no matter how dark and cold the world gets, you can endure. Darkness and cold are your companions in immortality even when nothing else is. But the madness, however inviting or enticing, is not your friend. 

And since I’m being extremely fucking optimistic, I hope you’re learning to forgive him more quickly. To stop clinging your stubbornness and pick up the goddamn phone. Or hell, make the trip. Make him face you and see if he can hold onto the anger when you’re right in front of him. (Spoiler alert: he can’t.) 

Whatever the future holds, don’t extinguish your burning need to learn, to explore, to study, to ask, to know. That is what will get you through the centuries. Well, that and him. So cut him a little fucking slack and learn to say I’m sorry more often. And while you’re at it, cut yourself a little slack, too. 

ok bb so imagine, louis being so attached to the ‘ mortal coil’ as he is, in extension having a hard time with the idea of monogamy & like??? letting it go? if he’s in love with lestat, when they are apart, even if louis has /lingering/ denial, he will not sleep with anyone else. MEANWHILE lestat… lm a o sleeps with everybody

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YEP #agrees aggressively

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[fanart by @freakxwannaxbe​]

#is this not what happened #its CANON bitch #double standards re: cheating  #manwhore de lioncourt

Do you think Louis will ever be truly happy some day? Like super smiley all day everyday kind of happy.

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vampchronfic:

i-want-my-iwtv:

Louis is in fact capable of smiling, you know!

@vampchronfic would back me up on this: So I want to say Yes. Louis spends many pleasurable evenings reclining on a plush couch at the Rue Royale, with Lestat’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, a comfy blanket over them both, reading together with their favorite music on, or bingewatching something like Peaky Blinders… we all know Lestat can’t sit perfectly still for very long, so you know he’s petting Louis with his free hand, maybe rearranging the pillows around them, you know… cuddly fidgeting *u*

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Louis’ default expression was never a full smile, but it’s closer to a smile now than it ever was in the past. He has the Mona Lisa partial-smile nailed down, and it’s natural. He’s visited Hell and been brought back, found Earth much more pleasant in comparison. He’s got his angel, and they can communicate now in a way that was impossible before. There’s still friction, but any healthy relationship has that and they’re both so in tune with each other that they can diagnose an issue before it spirals too far out of control, “Wait. Are you saying that because you mean it, or are you cranky because you’re hungry?” They’re huge toddlers and it’s usually that.

Who in this world is super smiley all day everyday kind of happy? But yes, Louis is as close to everyday kind of happy that he’s ever been ❤

Okay trying this again (not on the tablet and in the correct blog!)–I’m in full agreement with #i-want-my-iwtv. It’d be odd if Louis had a big ole grin plastered on his face all the time, but as far as contentment and happiness, he’s as close to that as he has ever been in his long life. Lestat knows it and as far as Louis’s concerned, that’s what matters. Because he presents a rather sober appearance you might get the idea he is humorless, but those are the ones you have to watch out for – he’ll slay the room (if you will pardon the expression) with a well-placed one liner. As for smiling–sure he does—but those mega-watt smiles? I’d guess he saves most of those for Lestat.

#It got better

Do you think Louis will ever be truly happy some day? Like super smiley all day everyday kind of happy.

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Louis is in fact capable of smiling, you know!

@vampchronfic would back me up on this: So I want to say Yes. Louis spends many pleasurable evenings reclining on a plush couch at the Rue Royale, with Lestat’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, a comfy blanket over them both, reading together with their favorite music on, or bingewatching something like Peaky Blinders… we all know Lestat can’t sit perfectly still for very long, so you know he’s petting Louis with his free hand, maybe rearranging the pillows around them, you know… cuddly fidgeting *u*

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Louis’ default expression was never a full smile, but it’s closer to a smile now than it ever was in the past. He has the Mona Lisa partial-smile nailed down, and it’s natural. He’s visited Hell and been brought back, found Earth much more pleasant in comparison. He’s got his angel, and they can communicate now in a way that was impossible before. There’s still friction, but any healthy relationship has that and they’re both so in tune with each other that they can diagnose an issue before it spirals too far out of control, “Wait. Are you saying that because you mean it, or are you cranky because you’re hungry?” They’re huge toddlers and it’s usually that.

Who in this world is super smiley all day everyday kind of happy? But yes, Louis is as close to everyday kind of happy that he’s ever been ❤

Into the Savage Garden | Ficlet

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roselioncourt:

It was like waking from a nightmare, a terrible dream that plagued her, but instead of waking alone, she was with her coven. Her family. Family. After all those years alone, only seeing Lestat for a few nights at a time, she now had true family.

The blood had taken hold of her heart, changing her, transforming her. Rose looked to Viktor, as she was unable to see these changes on herself, she could see them take root in him. He complexion was paling, and he resembled his father a bit more, only in the sense that Viktor no longer looked human, but preternatural, as Lestat did. Still held by so many, her hand reached up to touch Lestat’s cheek, her look purely apologetic. Sorry that she hadn’t been strong enough to face her demons alone. The plan had been for Pandora and Marius to switch off with her and Viktor, giving them both blood, changing them together by feeding and drinking, the old way to make them strong. But she hadn’t been unable to survive the draining and drinking cycles, and now her mind would forever be locked to Lestat.

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🕗 1986

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damnitarmand:

Send me 🕗 and a year and I will give you a glimpse at what my character’s life was like at that point in time.

1986. You were new in the blood and full of wonder, spinning in circles as you saw each corner of the cities that we had chased each other around afresh. And more, increasingly more each night I found myself daring to be happy, letting you open me to each experience. It didn’t really matter if we lost our way on the paths we blazed through cities; it just meant more to discover with you. The nights were ours and we were equals in them at last, the sensation of your teeth breaking my skin juxtaposed with neon lights and endless possibility.

And of course, there was always the Night Island to return to; always the crash of the surf to stand in, the beach to wander at will together in intense conversation, and the gleaming white fortress of our own Villa of the Mysteries. It was idyllic. It was everything either of us had ever hoped for, everything I had denied myself and everything that I now gave myself over to.

I will never regret that time, regardless of where the future leaves us.