I’m honored yet again to be asked to provide the poster artwork for the Anne Rice Vampire Lestat Fan Club’s 2015 Annual Halloween Ball – again this year with Anne Rice herself in attendance. This year, we went with something a little different. As Anne Rice has revived her beloved characters with the recent novel ‘The Prince Lestat’ and with more novels promised for the future, we had to rely on symbolism rather than clutter the image up with all of her beloved literary figures.
“He wore his favorite old dark coat, a little threadbare but so comfortable, and his favorite old flannel trousers and a fine white shirt Armand had forced upon him with buttons of pearl and outrageous lace. But Louis had never really minded lace.”
— Louis de Pointe du Lac; “It’s Hour Come at Last,” PrinceLestat.
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Louis happily wearing the slut shirt Armand bought him. not slut shaming, tho. i’m sure he be looking like a snACK.
oh my god check @covenofthearticulate’s tags yo LMAO ikr. When I first read this, I pictured flannel-patterned pj bottoms and was like super horrified. But then I remembered that flannel is also a material, and became relieved when I realized he was probably wearing like classic gray pants made of flannel……but then I remembered we’re talking about Louis here…..and we all know how he is with clothes, so there’s like a 50/50 chance it is plaid flannel….and yeah the horror came book tenfold.
JUST SEEING IT I DON’T WANT HIM IN EITHER. JUST TAKE THE PANTS OFF, BABE, GIVE ’EM BACK TO DAVID LMAO. I HATE IT.
Okay but I invite you to reconsider your stance on flannel trousers and argue that Louis would look hella good in them and they’re cool af (and because he looks good in everthing obvs)
Do I want to see Louis in ^^^^?
Yes, yes I do XD
YA’LL HOLD THE FUCK UP HOOOOLD UP WHERE ARE MY GLASSES—I NEED TO DO SOMETHING NO ONE REBLOG THIS ANYMORE UNTIL I COME BACK.
OK YEAH YA’LL JUST CONFUSED ME IDK ANYMORE I HATE THIS BOOK FR NOW (and yes kacy imma go reblog the glasses post bc i had to do this all w/o them; also, @sangriche, get in here my friend, i saw that reblog!! join the train wreck) AND YEAH PICK YOUR POISON. I’M DONE.
JESUS CHRIST I DID NOT EXPECT TO START AN ENTIRE THREAD ON THIS BUT I’M CACKLING AT Y’ALLS RESPONSES 😂 God damn it, Louis, why can’t we have one nice thing???
I love that model above. Handsome. I’ve seen him several times, especially in relation to VC/Louis and I am happyier for it. Pretty men make me happy!
@princelesthottie your fanart is lovely thank u! Proof once again that, in fact, Louis looks great in everything.
@terryfphanatics, Yes Miles McMillan is lovely and a fandom fave Louis faceclaim ❤
I’m with @wicked-felina Louis ain’t no #briefcase wanker, that is highly unacceptable.
@covenofthearticulate I’m glad your tags sparked this serious discussion, I love it!
@theraphaellus I appreciate your trouser suggestions but MIGHT I SUGGEST (these are similar to your 1st pic but tighter and softer-looking, I think)(Also possibly these are lower-riding on the waist, which, yes plz):
^These might be wool but I they could also be flannel. Louis could rock the whole outfit PLUS UNDERCUT. [X model is Mariano Di Vaio]
BUT I, for one, really love the idea of Louis wearing pajama flannels and giving no fucks, too. I mean if he hangs around at home curled up with a book or some other sedentary activity 90% of the time, why bother putting on outside pants??
Daniel has gotten him some ridiculous pajama bottoms with silly pics on them like Hello Kittys and Louis loves them.
I stopped. I put my arm around him. I held him close to me. “I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m stil the same being.” “I know,” he said warmly. I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave into a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.” – PL, p.435
I’m sorry but i’m not sorry this just happened, I’m not to late to the party, right? I had the idea since the announcement but couldn’t find the time to actually do it till today
“When had it happened that arterial blood was not enough, and he must rip out the heart and suck it dry also? When had it started that he had to lick the most vicious wounds for the little juice they would yield? He could exist without this, yet he couldn’t resist it, and so he sought—or so he told himself—to make the very most of it when he feasted.” –Prince Lestat, Marius and the Flowers.
I-want-my-IWTV 