Omg “the b”. I am very on board with this. Lmao
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HEADCANON TIME!! ! ! ! ! ! AGGRESSIVE HEADCANON TIME ! ! !!!
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so magnus stole the blood from an unnamed vampire three hundred years or so before he made lestat right? right. SOOOOOO SOO SOS OSOSOS HE KNEW VAMPIRES WERE A REAL THING SO ODOSOOSOSOS?? ?? WHAT IF! !!?!!? WHAT IF HE WAS A MEMBER OF THE TALAMASCA!!!!!>!»!>!>
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WGHAT IF!!V ! !
I like how this stemmed off wantingvto watch The Princess Bride
But oui it makes sense since he was an alchemist and somehow knew enough about vampires then to keep one captive and take their blood to transform them )
I HAD THIS VERY THOUGHT, TOO. Was Magnus in any other book than TVL, which explains more about him? I don’t remember.
I would imagine Lestat loves the Princess Bride so much that he’s memorized the lines and will parrot them theatrically during the movie. And he makes Louis speak all of Buttercup’s lines, which Louis will do, as deadpan as possible.
^ Just want to point out that this headcanon was posted around Nov. 3, 2013. And then in Prince Lestat… spoiler under cut:
WE FIND OUT THAT THE TALAMASCA IS BASICALLY RUN BY VAMPIRES.
What was it like making love with Daniel the first time after he was turned?
It was altogether new and yet incredibly familiar. I had lost the touch of his thoughts, the unspoken flow of love and desire, but had gained the way that the blood flowed between us and the communication that came with that. The confidence with which we could now touch each other was new, because there was no danger now that I might harm him through inattention, yet all of our knowledge of each other on an intimate level still remained. His new strength and heightened senses made the experience completely unique, allowing us to pull responses from one another that neither of us had displayed previously. It was a night for revelations.
The way that his fangs broke into my bare skin that first time was and remains one of the most intoxicating, heady sensations I have ever experienced. Take from that what you will.
I understand that you have read the new Anne Rice book Prince Lestat. Has Louis changed at all or is he the same sad vampire? What do you think of Louis?
I mean this in the kindest way… LOUIS IS A BAD ASS MOTHERFUCKER OK so people need to let go of this singular-mopey-tortured-soul-Louis thing!
Your headcanon may vary of course, but this is my interpretation…
I still haven’t finished Prince Lestat but I know some of the spoilers. I won’t share them here except to say that I understand Louis gets a good chapter to himself. He’s in Prince Lestat and he does make the impression of someone who is comfortable in his own skin and generous in his interactions with others, so far as I’ve read.
Aside from that, Louis shook off his mortal coil as early as in IWTV. When still but a fledgling, he stood up to Lestat during the Freneire incident, “And so I physically grappled with Lestat. I held him… I held him in the dark, where he spit at me and cursed at me…” Lestat sounds like an angry cat. That must have been fun. NOT.
He helped Claudia escape from Lestat. He burned down the Theatre des Vampires in revenge for Claudia. Etc.
In my favorite fanfic and RP threads, Louis is a BAMF. He doesn’t let anyone step on his toes, and he enjoys time to himself, but he’s not merely a hermit the sum of his library. He’s protective and nurturing of Lestat (and others) in physical AND emotional ways, which are reciprocated in kind.
Louis is at odds with everything. He always has been. Even in his darkest, saddest moments, there was the little flame of his ego and will to survive. It’s one of his most endearing qualities.
I think it’s this ego and indomitable nature that draw Lestat – and others – back to him again and again. Also, Louis is very pretty ❤
We’re made of star stuff.
Daniel,There are a thousand methodologies of what it means to be broken and lost. As though there is a step by step guide, only waiting for us to notice the cracks…
#//HAPPY BULLSHIT HALLMARK DAY
Yes and also #RIGHT IN THE FEELS
*Fuck these curtains in particular*
gfdios replied to your post: madmenandmayhem asked:JOKE: a vam…
Great, now I will forever picture that Louis is particularly eager to destroy the curtains bc it was Lestat who choose them… Thnx
I actually do believe it went smtg like this:
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Headcanon: Lestat has been watching Only Lovers Alive on repeat for the past two weeks. When he goes on his nightly walks he’s listening to the soundtrack on one of his dozens of ipods. He’s considering turning Jim Jarmusch, Tilda Swinton, and Tom Hiddleston.
This is a good headcannon. I like this headcannon. But you forgot to mention the singer, Yasmin, from the end of the film. He’d turn her in a heartbeat.
Or, well, lack of a heartbeat.
I love everything about this headcanon. Yes.
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Cool fingers brush my hand as he gives me the book. The touch is feather light and possibly unintentional but it sends a current through me. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I swallow and look away from the vampire, glancing down at the ratty paperback.
It’s Catch-22. He picked it up from a park bench and read it in minutes. Now he wants me to read it so we can discuss the cynicism of modern man and modern warfare, and how it compares to the wars he’s witnessed, as if Armand has ever really seen war. Neither of us has ever stood on a battlefield, at least not according to what he’s told me. It’s strange how the longer I run from
him, the closer we seem to get. He’s on the bar stool next to me but his leg
keeps touching mine. I keep pretending not to notice.His amber eyes watch me, waiting. He wants me to read it
now, as if I too could simply flip through it and absorb its contents. But I’m
only a mortal man. As it happens, I have read it, but it was years ago, when I
was thirteen, and I don’t remember it all that well.His collar is crooked so I set the book on the bar, take a
swig of my whiskey to steady my nerves, and then… I reach over. I adjust his
collar, but my fingers linger on his ivory skin, brush his collarbone. It’s an
intimate gesture. And the exact second we both realize how close our bodies are, it’s
like we become magnetized and break apart. He gets up. “I have things to attend
to,” he says, throwing cash on the bar. It’s a hundred dollar bill. I’ve had
two drinks. Money is nothing to him. I don’t argue. He leans over my shoulder,
his rich voice in my ear. “You should try harder to escape me, Daniel. I’m
getting bored.”My heart hammers. I should be terrified.
But all I feel is another current of electricity racing through me at the way
my name sounded on his lips.
Scent: rain
Rain will always remind me of Paris, and, in some ways, Louis. For Louis, it reminds of the way that those beads of water clung to cloak and silken strands of ebony hair, lovely in a secretive, melancholy manner, with skin like pale stone washed clean by the storm. I elaborated on this somewhat here.
What Paris reminds me of by extension, however, is by far more complex. That city is awash with memories for me, so much so that separating past and present becomes a monumental task of concentration whenever I am there.
Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself?
Sometimes, and I truly mean sometimes with every connotation that word can hold, I wish I were more capable of being a physically affectionate creature. Not just because it would please my son immensely—and oh, how it would please him—but because, when I watch others (and I do), it is a mystery that appears…enjoyable.
So many others to whom physical affections comes easily seem so pleased by it. Perhaps my biggest example is Lestat: he is affectionate without stipulation, without condition. He believes in loving openly, and doing so physically (whether or not the objects of his affection appreciate it, as both Louis and I can attest). He believes in embracing, kissing, tackling, cuddling—all those things. Sometimes I find it hard to believe he is mine, though perhaps it is because he grew up in a home with little to no affection that he hungers for it so.
If I could find a way to enjoy such a thing, I would do it.
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