♛“Not that I blame them, I’m basically FOREVER 21!”
“I’m a ‘fuckton’ old? That’s really not specific enough, some people fuck a lot (ME) and some fuck not at all (or RARELY *ahem* not naming names), so really, that’s a nebulous amount, mouton.”
♛ “I’ve had a few more lives worth of time to psychoanalyze it all.”
“Perhaps killing evildoers helps me better understand why they do what they do, and in turn, why I… do what I do.”
That entirely depends on the unfamiliar vampire you’re with!
[memeything by vampiredevelopment]
There are a ton of different kinds of vampires out there but the scariest by far are probably those from I Am Legend or 30 Days of Night, they can’t be reasoned with at all and they don’t care if it’s a painful death either btw. So you are definitely gonna die if you meet them.
Ricean vampires: Your survival/blood donation odds depend on the vampire, their hunger-level, and their style of getting blood.
For example:
♛”I do try. I’m not always proud of what I do. I have reasons for doing them.”
♛ “Ohhh! Oh. Well…” Lestat trailed off.
“To be honest I didn’t see that coming, either.” He ran a hand through his hair, shook it, letting it fall back into his face. “I had planned to keep tormenting him with immortality until he was on his death bed begging for it.” A smile drew across his lips and then vanished.
“The fact is that David was there for me, we were bonded powerfully in that experience… my emotions were almost too much for me to bear and he was my rock through it all. There were moments when I wanted to give up, sobbing into his arms like a child. The feel of his hands on ‘my’ body felt alien. When he spurned my advances, it hurt, why not support me in that way, as well? Is that not another form of comfort? Closeness?”
“I understand now that some of that resistance on his part was due to his performance anxiety. Also, I think he still couldn’t see me inside that body, the man that I was and offered him was still a stranger to him.” Lestat swept his fingertips across his desk, clearing a little dust absently.
“His rejection was on my mind that night when I did it to him. His kind and soothing soul wed to that already attractive body drew me like a moth to the flame. At first I internally justified just touching him. Then I justified kissing him, then just a Little Drink. By the time I’d given myself permission to do those, I just… needed more. Needed him. Needed to try to have him with me always.”
“He has since forgiven me but I will always feel that there’s a betrayal between us that can never be healed.”
♛”What specifically blankens your stare, mon ami? Is it the incredible story that was woven so artfully by yours truly, the rollercoaster of anxiety and relief that coursed through you vicariously as I yet again prevailed in the face of certain doom?” Lestat leaned back in his chair, smiling triumphantly.
“Or were you disappointed in the coven as a whole for its failure on an individual basis to support me in my hour of need? That my One True Pairing of a lover completely left me to my own devices despite the fact that he himself would have been long dead by that time if I hadn’t fallen so hopelessly in love with him???”
“I’ve watched two-year-old humans with interest for centuries. They’re miserable. They rush about, fall down, and scream almost constantly. They hate being human! They know already that it’s some sort of dirty trick.
”
– Lestat, Tale of the Body Thief
[fanart by sheepskeleton] <– Edit! I had the credit wrong! Sorries!
#FANFIC RAQUAST from obsessional-ram! tbh I think its pretty funny as-is but hey just throwing it out there
That’s fair. Hey iam-yourqueen, maybe you can field this one!
What is coolness? Having Lestat as your hopelessly devoted personal boytoy would denote some level of cool, for sure, aside from the reason(s) WHY that is. Being able to fly, having pyrokineses, telekinesis, looking hot in vintage dresses, these are all pretty cool things!
[fanart by devmin-art]
Y’know, cool or not cool, I actually think Akasha is a really dynamic character. She was convinced in her own rightness all the way to the end. She couldn’t have any doubt in herself or her plan, one crack and the dam would burst. To admit she might be wrong would mean she was not a goddess.
There are actual people like her (past/present/future) who try to take over the world “for the good of everyone.” But at what cost?
(I just updated your previous ask about this)
It’s intriguing as a concept, not just for torture, but for BDSM. Which is smtg that takes alot of trust from those participating in it, and usually followed by good aftercare (cuddling, healing, loving assurances).
I-want-my-IWTV 