I, uh. Haven’t posted any drabble offers or memes for probably about a year, so I’ve no idea what challenge you’re referring to. I’m sorry, but I hope that you like this little bit anyway!
Louis always took longer than Armand did to wake. Armand could have used that time, spent it, but for what?
What purpose, when the being by whom he marked his place in the world still lay dead?
Instead he would lie nearby, almost immobile himself, and observe.
Little things intrigued him, at first. The fan of jet lashes across a sheened cheek, the shadow cast wavering with the gas-lamp’s flame. The warm light and that movement all combining to make Louis look something other than a corpse.
In Paris, he’d believed so dreadfully that Louis was not dead.
By weeks and months, he began to learn the signs, and the lack thereof. To differentiate a twitch of eyelid from a wayward air current, a move to wakefulness from wishful imagining.
And then he began to learn more.
A fly’s weight was not enough to disturb the torpor their kind remained in during their personal day-lengths. An insect could buzz about Louis’s ear or crawl over his skin, tolerated and unnoticed. Insignificant.
The curling hair was deader than dead, soft and smooth between Armand’s fingers, utterly unbothered when he stroked it or twisted it into fine plaits to puzzle his love upon waking.
The cold flesh…
Cold, cold, soft cheeks and chest and lips he could touch for only a moment.
Their kind could defend themselves, if need be. A deep, reptilian thread of self-preservation ran through their back brains, keeping them alive even when they seemed empty and lost to all, and it was…
Violent.
Fascinating.
When Louis’ claws slashed Armand’s wrists, when his white hands crushed his throat, when his lovely ivory fangs rent Armand’s trespassing mouth, it all felt like hope.
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my own headcanon is that first time louis met daniel was in a gay bar and was trying to flirt with him but let it slip that he was a vampire and daniel instantly wanted to interview him and louis was like “pls i’m trying to get laid”
(Same anon who asked about The Vampire Chronicles Because her sister loved it.) Dean Winchester and Lestat would have the same taste in music for sure.
(Anon refers to X] I bet they would! @lokitapendragon, any specific songs Lestat and Dean would rock out to in the car together?
*Cracks knuckles* OH HONEY.
“Pour Some Sugar On Me” by Def Leppard. Lestat belts it out with a heavy French accent and Dean mocks him loudly. Dean cannot sing it to save his life.
“Highway to Hell” by AC/DC. Dean tries and fails to imitate the semi-screaming. Lestat laughs, both at the lyrics and Dean’s horrible singing.
“Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi. Lestat plays this song on repeat until Sam and Louis and literally everyone else begs him to shut it off (Lestat CANONICALLY loves Bon Jovi so there.) Dean’s emotions are horribly mixed because it still reminds him of the days before he went to Hell.
“Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor. Neither of them understand how cheesy everyone else finds this song, or why everybody starts laughing when they strut into the room in their shades with it as a soundtrack.
“Don’t Fear the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult. Lestat seduced and killed victims to this song when it was still new and playing on transistor radios. Dean remembers it from childhood when his dad used it to drown out the sounds of a hunt for toddler Sammy, who got left in the car.
“Heat of the Moment” by Asia. Dean plays this one around Lestat because for some reason it makes Sammy freak out. Louis thinks it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. When Sam walks in he actually punches the cassette out of the stereo. Lestat asks Dean what set him off.
“Paradise City” by Guns ‘N’ Roses. If Dean’s hearing hadn’t been blown away by all the years of shooting guns with no ear protection or Lestat was mortal, they would both destroy their eardrums cranking this one.
“Rock You Like a Hurricane” by The Scorpions. I don’t know, I have mental images of them both walking into some skeazy bar (both hunting, just for different things?) while this is playing.
I could go on indefinitely so I’ll stop it right there.
^NICE! (Also I love all these songs, BTW)
^I think they’d both agree on this ;D
Here’s some (modern world?) Claudia headcanons no one asked for:
-very materialistic
-despises dubstep
-still prefers dresses, but makes an effort to dress as adult as she can
-prefers floral scents with the exception of champagne and cashmere
-wishes she could drive
-thinks Lestat is an idiot but doesn’t want him dead anymore
-hates Armand
-only wears real jewels or pearls
-loves rose gold
-still prefers books to any other media but pictures fascinate her and she has an active instagram account
-not an animal person, doesn’t like Mojo
-enjoys killing pedophiles
-Marius fascinated her immensely and she will ask him question after question about anything. Marius answers them all
-people watching makes her sad but she still does it
-politics fascinate her
-Louis is still her everything
-she was initially extremely overwhelmed by the modern world but became fiercely determined to understand everything
-the only laps she’ll sit on are Louis and Marius
-despises the color black
-when she decided to purchase her own house Lestat suggested a Mini Home (bc he’s still a jerk) instead she bought a mansion with one more bedroom than Lestat and Louis’ home
Feel free to add if you want
-listens to lana del rey and florence + the machine
@claudiaindarkness @claudia-lilvampire, thoughts?
fareed should make some long-lasting blood flavored gum like i bet lestat would love to pop it in the face of the trick asf bitch who tried telling him what to do
it would be like, silent in the court hall, and you just hear two ppl having a gum-smacking competition and it’s Armand and Lestat metaphorically having a dick waving contest—it’s just the most obnoxious thing ever
and Louis would take Lestat’s pack bc the noise bothers him when he’s trynna chill with a book or just think, but then he gets curious and tries one and realizes it staves off hunger pretty well (not that that bothers him much anymore, but still, it can be a long walk from the château to human-populated areas) and he takes up the habit too, except he doesn’t pop his gum bc he’s a gentleman
and Fareed, having contributed so much to these blood suckers, ends up financially balling and manages to overthrow Lestat’s monarchy bc Capitalism™.
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?
-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.
On the whole pronunciation of Lestat (LestAHt vs Lesaught) my theory is that it’s both. If we accept Lestat’s story from Blackwood Farm that his parents made up his name from the first letters of his brothers’ names, then maybe they never came up with an exact way to pronounce it. Maybe Gabrielle always called him by one, while his father would use the other. This has led to Lestat changing up they way he introduces himself for 250 years.
//or maybe they just called him “you” since their relationship wasn’t too… affective
^Ya, I like all this. I don’t LOVE Blackwood Farm but that explanation is as good as any. I’m sure his family called him all kinds of bad stuff including purposely
making
his name sound bad, and yes, maybe they never came up with a specific way to pronounce it. I think part of his self-deprecation comes from getting so little affection in his formative years, and not even having a consistently pronounced name is pretty mean ;A;
Anyone can pronounce his name however they want, I think he would be pretty chill about that. Especially considering that people have native accents that affect their pronunciation of words anyway, given how much international travel/business/etc. he does, I don’t think he’d be making an issue with every single person he encounters about the pronunciation of his name.
AR had intended to write his name as “Lestan” after her husband “Stan” + the French word for “the” which is “Le” when preceding masculine words. She’s said that “Lestat” was a typo that she ended up liking.
ANYWAY, since “Stan” is pronounced like “stand” and not “ton” my preference is to go with the ‘a’ of Lestat as like “stand” or “cat.” I kinda feel like AR’s whole obsession with pronouncing it like “Les-TOT” is another way she divides the “real fans” from the rest of the fans; if you don’t pronounce it her preferred way then you’re not really talking about HER character. But that’s just a theory.
I headcanon that Lestat likes nicknames based on his name, especially “’Stat,” a medical term: “Stat, used as a directive to medical personnel during in an emergency situation, is from the Latin word statim, which means “instantly” or “immediately.”” [X]
made it sweet bc of the lil heart, anon ❤
mah boi decided to put a bible to good use by pressing flowers w/it, screw actually reading it; plus, he’s immortalizing the flowers (in a dead state), so it’s kinda like he’s vamping them up too, idkThis is actually the last request. Thank you to everyone who asked for something! I hope I was able to make someone at least a little bit happy with my stuff. Love y’all ;*
one thing me n my art loving gf would do is visit galleries and play a game called “root, loot or boot”
the gist is that you would look at a group of paintings in a room and decide which figure in the painting you’d root (fuck, in Australian slang), which painting you’d loot (steal and put on your wall at home) and which painting you’d boot (punt into the garbage because it’s shit and Not Art)
a couple of things about my experiences:
1. this game is a lot more fun if you’re attracted to women because there’s so many Hot Gals to choose from
2. if you are attracted to men, you will spend a lot of time going “well, looks like I’ll have to pick jesus again” as my bi gf did
3. it gets more complicated in modern art museums and you find yourself having saying, “I’d fuck the rhombus” “you CAN’T fuck the rhombus” “then I’ll fuck that blue squiggle thing. what’s it called?” “creeping existential dread in blue” “then does that mean I’m fucking the squiggle or am I getting fucked by the existential dread it represents?” “aren’t we all already getting fucked by existential dread?”
4. if you play this with an art history nerd, they may decide to kill you over one of your “boot” choices
5. you will get Disapproving Looks from other patrons who overhear your heated debates
6. it’s also the best fun you’ll ever have in an art gallery
I-want-my-IWTV 