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sangcreole:

Headcanon about Louis as a pet owner 

So although Lestat’s relationship with Mojo is touching, I personally like to think that Louis would also love to keep pets, though he’s definitely not the sweet and cuddle pet owner like Lestat. So I can say, with 100% confidence, that Louis would absolutely love to keep lizards or other reptiles! I personally think he’d do best with geckos or other small lizards, but tbh it would warm my heart to see him with a little tortoise or snake as well. 

In all seriousness, though, reptiles are the best because they’re quiet, require minimum maintenance/interaction, but are still cute and sweet to play with. Also they’re coldblooded like him, so I can just imagine him lowkey pressing his hands against the cage for warmth sometimes. 

Also headcanon that Louis likes to just sorta lounge around the house with his lizard pals on his shoulder or chest, and they like to sit right over his heart to feel his heartbeat, or burrow against his neck right after he feeds to feel the warmth there.

Lestat absolutely hates them and thinks that they’re weird and squirmy, and has threatened to feed them to the neighbor’s cat on multiple occasions. Louis, on the other hand, is very defensive of them. 

He also takes super good care of them, and has a huge cage with the most expensive decor. He personally goes out into the garden to catch bugs for them to eat (they don’t have to eat every night, and it isn’t much of a hassle with his vampire sense anyway), and hand feeds them. 

Anyway yeah that’s it. Thank you for taking the time to consider Lizard Louis (and thank you to @claudiasashes and @i-want-my-iwtv for encouraging this crack). Now back to your regularly scheduled programming. 

#HEADCANON ACCEPTED

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gothtriggers:

candycoatedbat:

I’m trying to watch Interview with the Vampire but I can hear the kids watching Frozen.

So now I have the image of Lestat singing “Do you wanna make a vampire?”

YES, PLEASE

I couldnt help it. I laughed too much imagining it like this.

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ullullum:

‘Interview with the vampire’ sketches

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What’s the best thing about being a vampire? The worst?

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the-gentleman-chronicler:

from-fiction-into-legend:

the-gentleman-chronicler:

The best thing about being a vampire, in my humble opinion, is the fearlessness.  There’s a sense of freedom as an immortal that I never felt even in passing as a living man.  I can see why so many young vampires behave recklessly when given this new lease upon their existence; consequences are marginal if one can manage to relinquish all traces of their morality as a fresh born killer.  I lived in and with many fears towards the end of my life.  The reality of becoming a man constructed of fragile bones and weakened organs made it immensely difficult for me to fully enjoy myself without being preoccupied by these concerns.  Now I experience no fear — with certain exceptions.

The worst thing about being a vampire, which is also specific to perhaps only myself, is not just the need to seek blood.  That remains an issue for me that I need to work through.  What bothers me more is the inconvenience of daytime sleep.  It’s forced narcolepsy.  I cannot wait for the passage of time where I am finally able to remain awake without the sun dragging me into slumber.  Thus far I’ve managed to pass out over my desk, inside the foyer, and halfway upon my bed.  It’s not graceful or with any kind of dignity.  And since someone (Lestat) thinks it’s entertaining to leave me in such awkward positions, I tend to dread the time leading up to dawn for just that reason.

Oh, my dear David.  It’s your reaction waking up the next night that is utterly entertaining to behold.  Start sensing when it’s time to sleep, quit reading or entertaining your company, here or at home,fast enough and you might save some dignity by falling into slumber on a bed rather a desk chair, floor, or other various ways I’ve found you..

Should I list them completely?

I’m sure your visitors would love to imagine the awkwardness of it all.

Don’t you dare or I shall never speak a word to you again.

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vcsecretsanta:

From anaryawe​ to i-want-my-iwtv! Extremely excellent midwinter holidays and thanks for being awesome positive force in the fandom!

Bonus fill for her:I put these two things, as well as some sketches & alternative versions & huge resolution files in the dropbox so that Burnadette (or if she wishes to share) can make graphics/re-colours/prints/anything they wish of them. : ) If there’s any trouble downloading them, PM me your e-mail and I’ll send it to you. 

Thanks for organizing this exchange!

gahhhh! anaryawe I love these so much! merci beaucoup. ♥u♥

I felt a sudden sagging, a complete exhaustion, and a despair.

Typical.

I rolled over on my face and tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing from exhaustion. I was worn and miserable and I loved crying. I couldn’t do anything else. I gave in to it fully. I felt that profound release of the utterly grief-stricken. I didn’t give a damn who saw or heard. I cried and cried.

Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there’s nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don’t know the trick. It’s like whistling or singing.

Whatever the case, I was too miserable to take much consolation just from feeling good for a moment in a welter of shudders and salted, bloodstained tears.

Lestat de Lioncourt, Memnoch the Devil

‘I want the K.’

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faceofabotticelliangel:

12. Wet Kiss

It was raining when it happened.

Lestat is awake again, but this time she hasn’t left. And Armand means to criticize her, demean her of her motherly rights because she has never been there out of all the beings on this planet and above that Lestat could ever cry for. No, it’s always been her. She ignores him when he brings it up, spits acidic words back at him when he comes forward out of the safety of the Rue Royale and joins her soaked form beneath the stormy skies.

“You are a liar and a bitch, for lack of a better word, if you think you can use the veil as an excuse for not hearing him after all these years. Once in the chapel and not again since!”

She is opening her mouth to spit back, or avoid answering to her crime when Armand adds, “It’s hard to believe he still loves you…when no one else has the heart to.”

 Thunder cracks in the distance, and Gabrielle, always unnervingly honest in her expressions, is stunned. And yet..so is he. As if they had both opened a plane of understanding in just that moment—yes, you were once unloved by all but him too.

He forgets what happened after the next thunder crack, but his hands are caressing her back and cupping her cheek, her head tilted gently into him when Armand realizes he’s kissing Lestat’s mother. The woman who turned him away after her son redeemed him, their mouths open and wet against each other and devolving into smaller, almost apologetic kisses. He For a brief moment, he forgets he hates this woman down to the very marrow of her bones.

That’s where the memory stops. They’ve never spoken of it, but somehow it pops into Armand’s head whenever she turns her cold, icy glare on him.