
I remembered that post I made the other night.
I just thought of something painful involving Prince Lestat.
So he had his father’s old castle refurbished…imagine one day he gets a call from the people who were adding some modern plumbing, and electrical lines, digging around parts of the property and they came across a collection of bones.
They’re too close together to be an old cemetery, even a private one—besides, there’s still some old mossy headstones with barely legible carvings of “Lioncourt” on them in the village nearby, signaling that even the lords were buried in it. No, no, this speaks more of a post-battle burial, hasty, but there’s no metal, no remains of anything of value, and digging farther down, pulling out and separating the fragile old bones and eventually finding ones belonging to children.
“French Revolution, probably,” says the man on the phone, “Funny to think it, they might even be some ancestors of yours,”
“Of course…they’re probably my family.”
My modern day script revision of Interview With The Vampire. Sorry not sorry.

“Last year I got a message from a beautiful girl who asked with all her courage how lovely and great my cosplay of Armand is and if I would wear it with her as Lestat on a convention. One month ago she became my girlfriend, and helps me find a way reducing my selfhate and lose the suicidal behavior. Thank you Armand, thank you Vampire Chronicles!”
what if hannibal told cheesy jokes instead of implying cannibalism?
The Vampire Lestat would appreciate the hell out of those jokes, that’s what.
if one could maybe be induced to eat the other? i might watch this show
#i’m guessing vampire chap could win against Dr Lector in a fight
I reckon so, but Lestat might be inclined to play with him for a while first, and Lector wouldn’t make it easy for him.
Dammit, I’d pay money to see/read this. Where is the fanfic on this topic? AO3 only has this, which isn’t quite what I’m looking for but does include the following lines:
“Look, Dr. Lecter, I checked you out. You are an expensive psychiatrist so you must be good. I needed an appointment right away and you were all booked up, so I improvised. Did you hear me say I was a vampire?”
“Yes, I’m Lithuanian, not deaf.”
and:
Hannibal fumes silently. He needs to be careful until he knows what this disturbed and disturbing creature has done with Will. Hannibal no longer doubts he is indeed sitting across from a real vampire. He also
acknowledges since Lestat is already dead he won’t even taste very good…ok, what? that sounds amazing.. vampire fop needs an appointment asap, so he books himself in, and Dr L just snarks at him? excellent
“And you are stressing me out, Doctor Lecter. Do you really want to antagonize a stressed out vampire? What is to be done about that?” – Interview with a Cannibal or Appointment with a Vampire
THIS IS GR9 I LOVE IT!
Mike Mignola’s comic adaption of Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)
If you don’t want me to fear you, don’t appear as glowing red eyes in the middle of the darkness!
I didn’t know this existed and I’m so happy that it does
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.

Now little Hans was always strange
Wearing women’s underthings
His father beat him but he wouldn’t change
He ran off with a man one day
Now his lingerie is all the rage
In the black on every page
His father proudly calls his name
Down there in the Reeperbahn.One day I will illustrate every single one of Tom Waits’ perfect, perfect songs.
Hnnnnggghhhhhh ♥

Weird crappy sketch for a weird crappy mood – Hans from Tom Waits’ “Reeperbahn” again. I can’t tell if I love it or hate it. I like the colors and the expression. The anatomy is bizarre even for me and I can’t even begin to tell what the fuck is up with that background. I’ll just tell myself I was channeling Otto Dix as consolation.