I’ve seen some post about Rose Lioncourt, isn’t she like Lestat’s adopted daughter or something?

Yes, she is “like Lestat’s adopted daughter or something.” That’s probably the best description of her!

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^She looks smtg like this: Flora and the Zephyrs [detail] by John William Waterhouse. [X]

My headcanon for kid!Rose:

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^This smile, this is what Uncle Lestan would do just about anything for! Perform whole soliloquys while doing handstands, pretend the floor is lava, make silly noises, funny faces, anything. ❤ (This has nothing to do w/ her being Tom Cruise’s daughter; really! Physically, she’s my kid!Rose headcanon)

Spoilers ahead.


I don’t remember her childhood story too well, tagging @roselioncourt for that, but I think it was a rough childhood before she was rescued? I pictured her as unhealthfully slender during that time. Lestat rescued her and brought her to live with her new parental figures (two ladies, her “Aunts,” not sure whether they were also romantically involved w/ each other), and he checked in on her every so often, paid for everything, bc he is a philanthropist and loves kids.

Rose knew him as “Uncle Lestan” until her crappy professor boyfriend informed her of the VC, and exploded at her w/ an unnecessary amount of rage bc he thought she was making it up that she considered Lestat to not only be TOTES REAL but basically her loving benefactor! HOW DARE SHE SUUGEST SUCH A THING. Why couldn’t she just be a sexual object for her possessive boyfriend, and only speak to agree with or flatter him?? HOW DARE SHE be a person with her own life and backstory?? Pffft. <– sarcasm.

ANYWAY she and Lestat’s biological son end up growing close for shared connection to Lestat, and bc our series needed a het YA Twilight couple apparently. Eventually she becomes Lestat’s “real” daughter when her Dark Gift reception is poor and he has to step in and perform it properly bc of course he had to do it himself, “if you want smtg done right, gotta do it yourself.”

lestatemperorofthedead:

Me to myself: So are we going to paint like this one day?

Me: *nodds, runs away, changes name, moves to other country*

This was posted on Anne Rices facebook page, the artist is Diana Elisabeth Raum, the painting was inspired by a photo. 

Painting by 

Diana Elisabeth Raum.

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wordsandroads:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other–cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.