I hope no one ever forgets that there exists a movie where Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise are essentially a same sex vampire couple raising an undead immortal vampire daughter.
No one, not even them.
(Imagine, an AU with grown-up Claudia and brunet Lestat.)
From left, AU of Louis, Gabrielle (or adult!Claudia), Lestat.
☤: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.
“A love so strong he couldn’t allow me to grow old and die. A love that waited patiently until I was strong enough to be born to darkness.” – Armand, IwtV.
Are you kidding? Of course he has. I was out of my mind with terror the first time I saw Armand. I knew exactly who he was and what he was capable of. Well, I thought I knew. Turns out I vastly underestimated his capacity for cruelty, but I knew enough to fear for my life. Only an idiot with a death wish wouldn’t have found Armand absolutely horrifying. (Yeah, yeah, I know, many people are convinced I was an idiot with a death wish. Maybe they’re not wrong. But I wasn’t that stupid.)
Seeing him in the crowd, or sitting on the bus, or walking down the street filled me with so much terror that my blood turned to icy slush and I couldn’t breathe. He scared me to death. And I was very, very sure he was going to kill me. Every time I caught even a snatch of red hair or a glimpse of ivory skin, I thought I might die.
So yeah, he scared me beyond words.
Of course, that didn’t last. Things changed pretty quickly. He started to plop down beside me and ask questions, to demand conversation no matter the hour: “Why did man go to the moon again?” “Explain the rules of baseball, Daniel.” “What is a hippy?” And gradually, I stopped being scared. I got lost in the conversations, got sucked in, found myself captivated by this creature whose curiosity and intelligence were unlike anything I’d ever encountered before. God help me, I started to look forward to his appearances, and the fear abated.
Now he has the capacity to frighten me in different ways. I don’t fear him. I do fearing losing him to ash and dust. I fear breaking things so completely between us that there can be no reconciliation, no good terms to be reestablished. I fear making him loathe me down the marrow of his bones so that that hatred can never be eradicated. I fear living in a world without him.
But I am not afraid of him anymore, and never will be again. I know his black heart too well.
“One thing about this fandom that’s different from every other fandom I’ve been in is how almost everyone seems so incredibly creative. Seriously, nearly every blogger is ready and willing to draw something, write something, produce a photoset, etc. There’s no separation between fanwork producer and fanwork consumer like there usually is in a fandom. And I’ve never seen newcomers being ridiculed for a perceived lack of talent or inexperience.”
a support group for vampires who were turned as children or adolescents. a bunch of small, melancholy kid-shaped vampires sitting around in somebody’s living room talking very seriously in tiny voices about current events in the vampire world. a lot of them dress like grandmas because they are as old as a grandma, maybe even ten grandmas. they have a network system where they can call adult-looking vampires to help them get things, drive places, pretend to be parents so child-looking vampires can get into adult movies
what about like. a vampire who is just this weird immortal relative. like maybe at one point they were a parent, and were turned into a vampire, and in stead of like abandoning their family out of guilt or fear, they stuck around through generations and generations in their family and its been hundreds of years and they still stick around and have this huge extended family of people who love them, that weird distant relative who like nobody is sure how they’re related but they are
like a child in their family is born and the mom is like, this is your weird relative who is nocturnal, and the vampire gets to hold the baby and is in all the family photos and everyone is like ‘yeah this is fine, my grandpa knew them so’
This just makes me think of the sims.
This is the perfect position for the maiden aunt who grows her own food and is vaguely into witchcraft that we all have
Like imagine a kid being raised with an “Aunt Mel” and just assuming she’s their mother’s sister but when they’re a teenager their mum is like “oh no she’s actually my aunt, she’s your grandad’s sister” and eventually the kid asks their grandad and he’s like “I’m pretty sure she’s my aunt. Or my great-aunt? She might be some kind of family friend, anyway.”
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