Lestat is literally one of those wildlife hunters who post pictures of themselves with their trophy kills on Facebook tho sorry but
“This is the coat I had made from my wolf kills in the 18th century”
“and this is Louis.”
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i wasn’t gonna draw louis for this prompt bc enough ppl objectify louis’ sadness, but it’s his birthday and he’ll cry if he wants to
InktoberVC—Day 04: Blood tears!
//Consider: 21st century Louis and Lestat going to Ikea to furnish their apartment. They can’t agree on anything and spend most of the precious few hours between sundown and closing time arguing because Lestat wants to buy every modern and flashy item in the store while Louis just wants a simple armchair to sit and read his books in peace but oh my god Louis look there’s an egg-shaped chair that spins and it even has a canopy over it! Lestat then actually tries to fit himself into this child-sized chair while Louis proceeds to have a migraine. Lestat drags Louis, who just wants to sit down for one goddamned second, along through the entire labyrinthine place, exclaiming over every colorful, avant-garde object. Louis is certain he’s seen that hideous bookshelf four times already and it’s either following them or he’s actually losing his mind. Lestat has gone starry-eyed currently surrounded by a collection of amorphous accent pieces which are beginning to look positively ominous. Somewhere along the line they pass a vaguely phallic-shaped rug which just adds to the feeling that they’ve entered some sort of cursed liminal space and nothing really feels real anymore and thank god or whatever powers exist when they finally get kicked out at closing time before they actually become trapped here by some unknowable force of madness.

[^X by @logicalnephilim]
you should totally draw me lmao- jk you should draw fem Lestat or maybe like a really depressing Louis? x

I am reading “the interview with the vampire” again and planning to read all the books (again)
Lestat having fancy nails w/ Swarovski crystals? YESSS nevermind that it’s inconvenient and he has to ask Louis to help him get dressed and stuff bc otherwise he’ll wreck his nail gems

[X] is the source, I think, but I’m not sure, it’s all over Pinterest 😛

I saw my life as if I stood apart from it, the vanity, the self-serving, the constant fleeing from one petty annoyance after another, the lip service to God and the Virgin and a host of aunts whose names filled my prayer books, none of whom made the slightest difference in a narrow, materialistic, and selfish existence. I saw my real gods…the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity. Cinders.








