Drew a Mael today, one of my favourite VC characters. I’m always irked when people draw him too pretty. He’s one of the ‘uglier’ vampires and that’s what I like about him.
ALSO! I made a new Mael RP account. @mael-gallia Mr Bad-Luck Second-Choice Forever-Alone Mael. ❤ Give him some love.
Anthropologist David Gilmore has proposed the idea that, in most cultures, monsters assist people in “awakening…to their own values and moral traditions.” If so, then in a communal society, perhaps the wendigo is the embodiment of hunger’s selfishness. It does not run in packs or pair off to mate and raise offspring; rather, the wendigo stalks the wilderness alone, attuned only to the black hole of its gullet.
But monsters leave the liminal space of one culture’s nightmares and enter the rest of the world where they are appropriated and changed to suit other fears and fancies. For those of us raised on the tender vampires of Anne Rice and Stephenie Meyers, there’s also a strange romance in untrammeled hunger. After all, ravenousness is metaphoric as well as literal. We conflate physical hunger with romantic desire in ten thousand pop songs, and who among us has not looked at a beloved and wanted to consume them?
In a different mirror, the wendigo’s insatiableness might be a manifestation of loneliness, a kind of desire for connection that has metastasized.
Lestat here. This question is from Chuck Johnson: “Undoubtedly you know of Armand’s attempted suicide following your acquisition of Veronica’s Veil. Do you have any theories on how he saved Sybelle and Benji? Was it truly Divine Intervention, or a form of projection?” — Chuck, no, I don’t have any theory on how Armand managed to save Sybelle and Benji — based on his description in his memoir. I suspect, however, that it was as you said, “a form of projection.” Armand has always had enormous psychic powers as a vampire, including the power to spellbind others with immense and very convincing illusions, the ability to hypnotize and control others, and to slip into altered states himself in which his dreams seem to provide some real gateway to another plane. I don’t doubt that he could do what we call astral projecting and take it perhaps one step further than many others, materializing or affecting matter in the location to which he’s projected himself. But I’m a novice in all this. I make no judgments on Armand’s abilities but I don’t fully understand them. I take him at his word that he did save Benji and Sybelle, and I’m not entirely sure that even he knows quite how he did it. Due to those mysterious psychic abilities, Armand makes a much better friend than an enemy. His spellbinding gifts are particularly dangerous. Being a person of action and a sensualist, I’m not really on Armand’s level when it comes to these mental skills. Armand’s thoughts are almost impossible for me to penetrate, and his boyish countenance often reveals nothing of his true calculations and feelings. I love him and I respect him — and I know that he loves me — but I never for a moment imagine I’m entirely safe with him.
I love him and I respect him — and I know that he loves me — but I never for a moment imagine I’m entirely safe with him.
*Suddenly imagines Lestat complaining about the kitty hair on his new furniture*
“Are these a snack, mon cher? If you intend to keep all 10 of them as pets in our home, there will be consequences.” (*internally screaming* bc CAT HAIR ON RED VELVET CRIMINAL ACT)
Louis: “All eleven, you mean. This is Marcel, Jolie, Henriette, Murielle…what? Do you have a name preference? Cherie, Richelieu, Christophe…”
“Eleven, you say?” Lestat assumed a nonchalant pose to mask the inner turmoil, his annoyance at the transgressor sharpening into wit. “Perhaps we should enforce all dark-haired creatures in this house to wear collars, so we can better tell them apart.”
I-want-my-IWTV 