“Don’t you see? It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.”
@jealizing! Your shirt got bought again ;D
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Most definitely not ink, but my pens need a break and I miss my pencil! But, there is ink there, so, technically, yes—inktober.
Louis and Lestat stargazing, because this one scene in Queen of the Damned as narrated by Lestat never fails to hurt me
— it’s actually very easy to hurt me but:“When [Louis] saw the stars, I felt him tense against me; his face was perfectly smooth and serene; and if he was weeping the wind was carrying it away. Whatever fear he’d felt was gone now, utterly; he was lost as he looked upward; as the dome of heaven came down around us, and the moon shone full on the endless thickening plain of whiteness below.”
InktoberVC—Day 12: Your OTP on a date!
“Not afraid of anything, it seemed. Just coming. And the thoughts absolutely impenetrable. That could mean one of the old ones, the very skilled ones, except the skilled ones would never crush the grass underfoot. This thing moved almost like a human. This vampire had been “made” by me.”
– The Vampire Lestat / Anne Rice♡InktoberVC day 10: Cold Colors!
Inktober VC Day 10 – David face palming.
This is the most I can do for now, I’m busy (with my other inktober prompts and work and work and other work HAHHHAHAHA) but this mirrors my own response to Armand’s story. David, having to write all this down, probably suppressed many of his responses…
We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else’s mind.
Anna Quindlen, How Reading Changed My Life
(via books-n-quotes)
(via books-n-quotes)
“And then he came forward out of the chair and took hold of me and held tight to me, and, despite myself, I took his hand. He bent down, pressing his head against my chest and holding my hand so tight that he caused me pain.”
Interview With The Vampire, 1994
InktoberVC Day 04 – Blood Tears
who will care for me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?
“Don’t do this, they’re innocent. Don’t kill them. Don’t.” No matter how loud I cried out I could hear the dying cries of the boys who burned, Amadeo, save us, whether there were words to the final terror or no. Finally all the living took up this chant. “Amadeo, save us!” but their band was not halved and soon only a fourth remained, squirming and struggling, as they were finally heaved up to the unspeakable death.
[…] I called their names. At the top of my lungs, I called out: “In Heaven, my brothers, in Heaven, you go into the arms of God!” – tVA p.273
InktoberVC Day 01 – Alternate Book Cover | Blood & Gold
oh, my lovely jewel. how i have loved you both in innocence and guilt. you don’t know how much i have lusted after you, both as monster and man. you don’t know how i’ve turned my hunger from you when it was something i could scarce control.
I-want-my-IWTV 