hollowedskin:

yahighway:

tuberculardreamboat:

this picture of anne rice at a book signing in the 90s feels reeeeally important

thats it, thats exactly the experience of reading an anne rice book.
You even make the same face.

^TRUTH

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^im sorry for this

You know what they say about men with small feet. *wink wink*

♛Yes, that we wear small socks. Nothing beyond that. NOTHING. I’ve had no complaints in the department you’re implying. *huffs*

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I don’t remember exactly when/where it’s stated, but Armand is 5’6 (which would be about 167 cm). I remembered ’cause I was excited we were about the same height. B)

Ah yes! It’s in TVA. 

“I was perhaps seventeen years old when Marius made me into a vampire. I had stopped growing by that time. For a year, I’d been five feet six inches.”

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[fanart by remarried]

theheadgirl:

The Vampire Lestat (1985)

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him.
And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat?

The Queen of the Damned (1988)

Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it.
“Do you love me now?” I asked.
He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.

Prince Lestat (2014)

I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.”

louis + lestat. die young. love forever.

@hyperbeeb: “Now matter how hard you ship Louis and Lestat you will never ship Louis and Lestat as hard as Lestat does.” [X]

ok bb so imagine, louis being so attached to the ‘ mortal coil’ as he is, in extension having a hard time with the idea of monogamy & like??? letting it go? if he’s in love with lestat, when they are apart, even if louis has /lingering/ denial, he will not sleep with anyone else. MEANWHILE lestat… lm a o sleeps with everybody

YEP #agrees aggressively

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[fanart by @freakxwannaxbe​]

#is this not what happened #its CANON bitch #double standards re: cheating  #manwhore de lioncourt

COMING SOON

annabellioncourt:

@i-want-my-iwtv and I will be presenting a reading list of classics and contemporary novels, nonfiction, essays, and poetry to read alongside the Vampire Chronicles.

Rather than a list of “read alikes” or books with vaguely similar themes, this will be a selection of works from the cannon that are mentioned or referenced in the series: from Dante to Milton, to the less obvious Swinburne and Baudelaire.

So then.. Vampires can experience sexual actions? I’ve always been confused about that part. Vampires can’t have children but can they still have sex? And feel the same way as humans?

darknessmolten:

vagabonddaniel:

devilsfool:

//Okay, this needs to be answered OOC, because my Lestat would have to answer with my personal headcanon, b/c I think Mater is full of shit. 

According to canon and Anne/Mater, her vampires do not experience sexual pleasure with their genitals. In QotD, Lestat calls his cock useless, claiming that it can no longer do what it was intended to, or some shit like that (I have a migraine and I’m not looking it up, but I’m sure @i-want-my-iwtv could give you the precise quote because she’s amazing). 

Anne of course (typically) reneges on this when she wrote PL, creates a bunch of faulty science bullshit so that Lestat can jizz for science and create Viktor. 

In fanon, it’s generally accepted that, yes, the vampires can have sex. There is some variation on this depending on what fic you are reading or who you are RPing with–but it’s generally agreed upon that vampire sex is 100% about the blood and sensuality, and that, even if they aren’t going to orgasm in the traditional sense, they are still going to get something pretty intense out of the entire situation. 

There are some pretty amazing fics out there that make sense of all this, but since Vampire Chronicles fan fiction doesn’t technically exist, I can’t help you find them. 

For my purposes, sure, Lestat has sex. Plenty of it. And it’s primarily about the blood. But there is also fun to be had with their bodies, and that’s more fun to write anyway, so there you have it. 

ooc: ALL OF THIS. Also like… you can’t tell me that vampire sensation is 10x that of a human and expect me to believe that sensual touch does nothing for them. Maybe they can’t reach climax but that’s what the blood is for. Doesn’t mean sexual acts don’t work as amazing foreplay. 

ooc: I’ve written about this before at some point I believe, but that’s very much my take on it too. Especially this: ‘you can’t tell me that vampire sensation is 10x that of a human and expect me to believe that sensual touch does nothing for them’

Hell yeah.

^Basically agreed with all 3 ppl here. Respect #Your headcanon may vary on this topic.

Canon doesn’t directly take on whether their dicks even work until the 3rd book,  when Lestat says:

“I studied my reflection … and the organ, the organ we don’t need, poised as if ready for what it would never again know how to do or want to do, marble, a Priapus at a gate” – Lestat, Queen of the Damned

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So I’ve discussed this topic at length in my tags for it: #asexuality, #asexual, #sex, #sexuality, #lets talk about sex. So check those out for more discussion on it. Ricean vampires still do feel sexual lust, it’s channeled through the experience of taking/sharing blood, and other sensually physical things.

In fanon there is a wide spectrum of whether they can have penetrative sex, some even speculate that their um… output… would be very bloody.

TL;DR: It all depends on your idea of what sex is. There are human couples who are unable (or do not want) to experience penetrative sex, and they can still be intimate with each other in other ways.

Claudia asks Louis about sex in IWTV, and he replies that it “‘…was something hurried…And… it was seldom savored… something acute that was quickly lost. I think that it was the pale shadow of killing.’”

He could have been lying a little to downplay it, so that she wouldn’t feel as bad for missing out on smtg she would never be able to experience, or maybe bc he truly felt that the experience of killing supercedes mortal intercourse. We don’t know bc #unreliable narrator


ALL THAT SAID, if you prefer to take AR’s word as the gospel for canon, she has been definitive about it:

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I think that reproductive obstacle (vampires are undead, they cannot carry a growing baby inside of dead flesh) is why Anne Rice made the choice that they could BE sexual, but not in a reproductive way.

“I looked down at the ground and saw flowers of complete perfection; flowers that were the flowers that our flowers of the world might become! I don’t know any other way to describe how well realized were the petals and the centers and the colors. The colors themselves were so distinct and so finely delineated that I was unsure suddenly that our spectrum was even involved. 

I mean, I don’t think our spectrum of color was the limit! I think there was some other set of rules. Or it was merely an expansion, a gift of being able to see combinations of color which are not visible chemically on earth. 

‘Sapphirine!’ I cried out suddenly, trying to identify the greenish blue of the great leaves surrounding us and gently waving to and fro, and Memnoch smiled and nodded as if in approval, reaching again to stop me from touching Heaven, from trying to grab some of the magnificence I saw.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, Memnoch the Devil