kinda a werewolf for a bit until bram stoker forgot about it
can crawl down the side of a building, head first. stoker claims this is lizard like, i think it’s more like spiderman
apparently has magic clothes? because as he is doing said spiderman crawl down his castle, his cloak is spread out like wings. sir, that is not how gravity works
master of disguises. and by master i mean casually hides as a ginger sometimes
can turn into: a bat, a dog, and dust?
looks super old, has a blood feast, looks younger
needs tons of dirt to sleep on. luckily that dirt never actually ruins his clothes. most likely because they are all magical?
does his own chores. mostly because everyone in transylvania KNOWS HE IS A VAMPIRE AND AVOIDS HIM. so no servants for this count.
sometimes can be in the daylight? depending on stoker’s mood i think?
bites people in a way that makes zero sense. he leaves two marks? how??? does he not use his bottom teeth?????
stoker sometimes just forgot what he already wrote so good luck with this mess
Daniel : So there are no vampires in Transylvania? No Count Dracula?
Louis: Fictions, my friend. The vulgar fictions of a demented Irishman.
“I had the heart and held it as I’d seen Pandora hold it. I drank from it. Oh, it had plenty of blood. This was magnificent. I sucked it to pulp and then let it fall” – TVA, Armand healing after going into the sun
“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, chapter 8, Marius and Flowers
There’s something so delightful in seeing Marius depicted outside his usual elegance and poise. I’m falling in love with this piece the longer I look at it.
I read Memnoch the Devil as a kind of fanfic of the bible, in which Lestat takes a tour of heaven and hell, gets the behind-the-scenes story for God’s reasons for creating the world, and why he runs it the way he does (he’s a very hands-off kinda parent). The hell portion of the tour Lestat goes on, well, it’s pretty intense. I think we all preferred the heaven part! Lestat sneakily shoplifting parts of the experience bc of course he does; there was no ‘exit through the Gift Shop’ and he needed SOUVENIRS!
This was my face for alot of that book the first time through, IIRC:
You had the same expression, it seems, haha. I can understand your turmoil.
More spoilers ahead.
I think the first time through, I was right behind Lestat’s shoulder, hanging onto him piggy-back-style maybe, peeking over and hoping at every turn of the page NOT to see Nicki, or Claudia, worried that either of them -or both!- could be in hell and angrier -or in more pain- then they ever were in life ;A; That would have been so awful. Lestat might really have lost ALL of his marbles. It was bad enough when he was faced with an avalanche of his own victims!
“And who stands behind those doors,” said a sombre Helpful Ghost, her beautiful hair shimmering around her in ethereal whiteness, her soft hand on my face. “See there—” … “Your dead, my beloved, your dead, all those you’ve killed!”
“Not my dead,” I cried. I turned and ran… "HELP ME!“ I cried and cried. I never knew such release in screaming, such pure and abandoned cowardice, to shout to High Heaven in this Godforsaken place where cries were the very air itself, and no one heard, no one but the smiling Helpful Dead.
His dead were supposed to be Evildoers, tho, so they should be in hell, right? So he’s been doing a good job if they’re mostly there, rather than innocents in heaven ;]
He does call for Claudia and Nicolas, “Claudia, where are you? Where are you, the one I wronged! Claudia! Nicolas, help me!“ But apparently Memnoch has a way for the dead to achieve absolution, so hopefully, they did.
I’ve only reread that book a few times, and each time I do, obviously I know what’s going to happen, but hmmm… how different would things be if Lestat had gotten another chance at confronting those two? Whether it was real or all a big cosmic trick… would he apologize more? Probably yes. Would they have accepted anything he might say? Probably not.
AND THEN, back with the coven, and his fave murder brother:
It’s comforting that, as he tells the fam the whole story, Lestat himself isn’t 100% sure that he really went on that whole trip. When Armand asks permission to “check” via blood sample, Lestat flatly refuses: “No, all you’ll know is that I believe what I saw, that’s all.” Why is that so comforting? If it was all a lie, then God and the devil may not be real after all, and an eternity of suffering might not await every single one of the vampires that shuffle off their immortal coil! That’s good ;D
But really, if it was all real, who better for God and the devil to have a glorious tug-of-war over than our own Lestat “His Royal Highness Crybaby Awesomesauce Homicidal Hamburger-Brained Moron” de Lioncourt? Pffffft.
♛*leans forward, fidgets with his sleeve, leans back again, smoothing it out, avoiding the question*
If I may quote from a blogger here, @lovefreeanddiehard, “This is truly a historic year. We’re either going to elect a woman, a Jew, the Zodiac Killer, or the start of the Fourth Reich.” [X]
Not that I fully agree with all of those characterizations, but by any definition it is an assortment unlike any other I’ve ever seen.
We don’t vote, it’s your world, not ours. So I can’t offer support for your choice of Mrs. Clinton (her stage presence and fashion sense has vastly improved since the 90′s, I’ll give her that). As Louis put it so well, “we forfeited it when we lost our mortality. We have no right now to interrupt their struggle. If we do we rob them of victories that have cost them too much!”
Of course I would love to… take Mr. Trump out for dinner *licks fangs* and stay to say grace when we’re done. But Louis won’t let me extend such an invitation or make further opinions on that. The more we hear from him, neither of us like the sound of “President Trump,” though *shudders*
In previous years we would gather and watch the debates together, Marius, Armand, Daniel, David, Jesse, Louis, and I… Sometimes Gabrielle, Maharet, or Pandora would join us if they were in town anyway. Catching Gabrielle up to the current political climate is my task and it’s barely doable at all because she tunes me out; her eyes glaze over and I can tell she’s 1,000 miles away on a mountaintop somewhere *ragged sigh* Exhausting.
After the televised action, we’d have debates ourselves. It was lively, it was good. This time around, we seem to all be taking it in separately, or with those we already cohabit with. Louis and I watch these debates mostly in silence, laughing occasionally at old rhetoric we’ve heard before and being grateful when we hear the voice of reason speak through one of them.
We’re cautiously optimistic about it all. We hope for the best for you all.
Issues we’re always interested in hearing about from the politicians: gun control, immigration (we’re immigrants, ourselves), the stock market (if you expect any of us to get real jobs, you’re quite deluded), education, etc…. the violence that’s erupted between the police force and the people they’re meant to serve and protect has been appalling. We’re beyond shocked that this happens in broad daylight, when we can’t stop it! We’re numb from every new video of another innocent battered or gunned down by a uniformed man. We would pursue those ourselves, if only they didn’t become such noticeable victims to take *frowns* But I’m getting off-track.
We’re invested in your future, because we do exist in your world. We want you to thrive in it. So that we can perch in a bar, watch you and your gaggle of friends, all the beautiful colors and shapes you’re made of, and then we go out and destroy the real monsters who would seek to cut your lives short for the contents in your wallet (or worse). We have our place, and we “interrupt your struggle” only on the margins, only in the way we must. I’m certainly not going out into the jungles and killing innocentanimals. So I’ll kill the rapist lurking in the alley by your apartment, that’s fair enough for interruption.
It’s worth mentioning that in another thread, in another topic, AR is asked about “But as a long time fan, I’ve ( and many other fans, I´m sure..) never understood the whole “Lestat and Louis- thing” and I think in a psychologically way it is also very interesting. Please, can you POFOUNDLY explain this whole relationship?”
^What CAN she really say that would change one single line in any novel about her characters? She’s told us the story, she’s saying it’s up to us to interpret it however we choose. #Your Headcanon May Vary.
Questions like those are the kinds of things that make her want to explicitly spell it out for us (through Lestat’s POV, in PL, here):
““I love you,” I whispered. In a low intimate voice, [Louis] answered: “My heart is yours.””
In writing/storytelling, as in art, there’s the old adage “Show; Don’t Tell.” In this age of social media where we can ask the artist/storyteller anything, should we? Why do we need her Official Confirmation? It doesn’t hurt to ask, but one should take the answers with a grain (or truckload full) of salt.
It seems to me that it’s better to read the story and have your own interpretation, “Read between the lines,” rather than have it broken down and explicitly stated.
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