Reputable? Well, I think repute is in the eye of the beholder, y’know? I try not to play favorites, but I have promo’d RPers here and there. My Lestat and Louis muses are ask-only, so you can ask them things but they can’t go on to do full threads, the mun doesn’t have the time for that 😛
Try these tags, tho, you may find an active Lestat or Louis, and you can decide for yourself if they’re to your taste:
Welcome! Yes, what you see here on my blog are only opinions, which are based on my own reading of the books, my experience of movie!IWTV, and conversations I’ve had with other fans for all these years. I’m glad people have their own ideas, their own interpretations, I’ve learned a lot!
So what if one of the reasons why Louis loved Claudia so much was because Claudia somewhat resembled Louis’ wife?
It’s quite possible! Since Louis doesn’t have a wife in the books, only in the movie, we can only speculate about her. But I like to think Louis’ wife resembled the statue over her grave. I would think that Louis would have commissioned it, or been the one to choose it, but then again, it might have been in his family cemetery already.
If we look at the script, (you can do the google and you’ll find it), we get Louis’ wife’s name, Dianne de Pointe du Lac:
^BTW, I think the wife’s name is “Dianne” bc HELLO “Anne” Rice. “Die, Anne”? Maybe?
In the movie we know Louis’ wife died in childbirth and that’s all we really know about her and we never saw what she looked like. Maybe she had blue eyes and soft curly blonde hair like Claudia?
That’s definitely possible! There is a fic out there that suggests that Lestat would introduce himself as Claudia’s mother’s brother, hence their strong resemblance, and that Louis was in fact Claudia’s biological father. And that Claudia’s mother had died, and that her loving uncle was helping to raise her ❤
Make sure he gets home before dawn!, featuring Brian Callahan & Lestat de Lioncourt by @lousysharkbutt
I recently commissioned this fanart of @gairid‘s OC Brian & Lestat for @gairid‘s birthday (which was October 22!) *slaps myself with rolled up magazine for the delay* To my knowledge, this is the first fanart of Brain ❤ It’s based on this pic, More fanart of OC’s, people!
ANYWAY thank you @gairid (aka @vampchronfic) for writing some of my favorite VC fanfic, your writing really captures our beloved vampires, and your worldbuilding is so rich and vibrant, it’s such a treasure, and thank you for sharing your headcanons with us, and being a wonderful friend to me for so many years now. You taught me fandom etiquette by example when I was a baby fanged trash kitten. You’re an inspiration to me and many others in so many ways <333
Thank you @lousysharkbutt, I love your style, and the transparent
side panels definitely add a little extra pizzaz! You are in fact a magnificent shark butt, and a pleasure to work with in the commissioner-artist relationship. I encourage anyone to commission this artist!
“So what if we had to sleep on lumpy pallets, and the neighbors woke us up with fighting.” -Lestat, The Vampire Lestat
Was it the first night? The second? Third? It had all been a whirlwind to me, the excitement of arriving in Paris, the world suddenly such a different place from where I’d spent the last 21 years. People everywhere, the stench of shit and piss in the streets, the sounds of horses and church bells and music everywhere. How I loved it.
We’d rented a tiny room at the top floor of a building–one bed, two windows, a shelf and a basin in which to wash. Such a small space! Such heaven to me, such cramped and glorious beauty.
The first night we’d made wild, happy love, tumbling into the lumpy, uncomfortable bed twisted and entwined and endlessly delighted in each other. The bells of a church chimed the hour in the distance, the moonlight spilling into the little window and onto the floor of the flat. I remember this image as I drifted off to sleep, a strange thought coming to me that I hoped my mother was okay, that she was becoming well again, perhaps.
It was maybe an hour later that I was roused, abruptly, by shouts. The wall above our head thudded as something hit it–something heavy.
“Nicolas–” I shook him, then, his eyes snapping open.
“What is it? What the hell–?” He sat up, nearly conking heads with me, both of us turned to face the wall behind the headboard.
The screaming continued, followed by the shattering of glass. I know my eyes widened, then–I’d experienced plenty of abuse and yelling in my years, yes, but never had I been privy to the violent fighting of complete strangers, not in such an intimate way. I’d grown up in a damn castle, for God’s sake–the walls were thick and the place devoured sound.
Then Nicolas began to laugh.
I snapped my eyes to his, “How can you laugh? It’s terrible!”
He fell back against the bedclothes, snatching my pillow as he laughed and throwing it at me.
[//ooc; Breaking these into two questions, will answer the second separately]
♛Strange, isn’t it, that there are different kinds of love, and that we can feel it for our friends as intensely as for our lovers? That these feelings can transform best friends into lovers, or the reverse.
*cracks knuckles*
Anon, there is so much missing information in your question! You say you’re gay, but you don’t reveal your own gender, and you don’t say what the orientation is of the object of your affection. “Gay” used to specify men, now it’s applicable to lesbians, and others, as well, are you both lesbians? Is she bisexual? One of the many other genders and orientations we have these days?
But all that aside, I don’t even know if you are over 18, or that you want a sexual relationship with this person. I certainly would not encourage sexual relationships for those under 18. Even though it’s no secret that I did my damnedest to sow more than my share of wild oats by the time I was fifteen. I was ready at that age, my lovers seemed ready as well, but times were different then. I think I was glad that anyone was interested in being tender with me, loving me in the way that they wanted to when I was at that age… perhaps I rushed into it. It felt right at the time.
So you’ve developed feelings for someone, let’s keep it to that, and you are unsure whether to pursue those feelings for something more than friendship, whatever that “something” means. What that relationship would be is defined by the people who are in it. My relationships with each of my lovers have had
similarities, but different terms, different allowances.
Best friends are family members who we choose, and want to keep in our lives. It seems that fate brings them to us just when we need them. You look over at them from across the couch and think, “How did I get to be so lucky to end up with this incredible creature by my side?!” The same can be said for lovers.
The feelings you have for your best friend may be mutual. It seems like you initiated the conversation already when you told them that you’re gay, and they haven’t changed their behavior towards you, but they may not have the same feelings for you. Is it worth risking losing the friendship over? That’s a question you have to ask yourself. No one can advise you.
If your best friend cares about you, they shouldn’t be offended if you share these feelings with them. I’ve had people approach me and tell me they wanted more than I could give, and I had to politely let them down that the feelings were not mutual, but I still wanted them in my circle. These friendships ended if they were unable to accept my No.
And not just by my choice! I’ve had long term friendships that ended with people leaving me, and cutting off all communication, if they couldn’t have what I couldn’t give them. Not everyone who you grow close to in life is meant to stay forever.
However, some of the strongest loving relationships have foundations in trusting, close friendships. Certainly Nicki and I had that. I’ll forever mourn the loss of “our conversation,” which later involved communicating in an entirely new way. There are certain… things… we did together that I’ve done with no one else since, and never will. One might say he was the first person who ever really listened to me, and wanted to share with me in return. Through getting to know each other, we were drawn closer and closer… he was the first person to be curious about and love what was inside of me, on a long-term basis. I thought I knew what was inside of him, and I loved what I found there. Intimacy followed naturally.
In contrast, Louis and I had precious little time in the beginning. He would have died if I had waited even one more night. I thought we would be immediately bonded with the Dark Gift. The shock of it and his nature was, unexpectedly, a huge obstacle for him, and those first few years, what really held us together was our lingering – and mostly restrained – desire for each other. We struggled through and became friends slowly. Then best friends. Then lovers.
We defy titles. Definitely not two halves of one whole, although I do like to refer to him publicly as “my better half” occasionally, just to tease him *smirks*
Maybe that’s the point I’m trying to make. Do you and your friend seek to draw closer to the inner core of each other? You may need to wait for a sign that they want that, too.
//ooc; idk about other vampires, it varies. The What We Do in the Shadows vampires could have photos taken of them, but couldn’t see their own reflection in mirrors *shrugs*.
Ricean vampires can see their own reflections in mirrors.
Omg, I totally forgot about this, but apparently Khayman has mental photoshop powers?? From QOTD:
[Khayman] liked the libraries where he could find photographs of ancient monuments in big smooth good-smelling
books. He took his own photographs of the new cities around him and sometimes he could put images on
these pictures which came from his thoughts. For example, in his photograph of Rome there were Roman
people in tunics and sandals superimposed upon the modern versions in their thick ungraceful clothes.
I headcanon that Ricean vampires can be photographed, and they take selfies…
David had put something in her hand. Reluctantly she took her eyes off the painting. She found herself
staring at a tintype, a late-nineteenth-century photograph. After a moment, she whispered: “This is the same
boy!“
“Yes. And something of an experiment,” David said. “It I was most likely taken just after sunset in impossible
lighting conditions which might not have worked with another subject. Notice not much is really visible but
his face.” True, yet she could see the style of the hair was of the period. I “You might look at this as well,”
David said. And this time he gave her an old magazine, a nineteenth-century journal, the I kind with narrow
columns of tiny print and ink illustrations. There was the same boy again alighting from a barouche-a I hasty
sketch, though the boy was smiling.
♛I took to these modern products right away, and they come in flavors, some of them have warming effects, it’s dazzling!
But you know, there were such things before there were specific products for them. I preferred grapeseed oil, but you can use other oils. Contrary to popular belief, spit dries very quickly. Too fast to be of much use for this purpose.
Now, blood as lube took me longer to adjust to.
Our blood is thicker than mortal blood, and dries slowly, but even so… sometimes it’s easy to look at the landscape of my lover’s writhing body, see the blood that I’ve drawn or applied, and feel a frisson of dissonance. That I haven’t actually done them harm, unless that was exactly what they demanded from me…
For us, anywhere that can be bitten or cut can be an erogenous zone *winks*
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