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Go read The Vampire Lestat

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saxonluvins:

Literally if you watch interview and you’ve only read interview and h a t e Lestat
Go read The Vampire Lestat
And rewatch interview
And watch your hate go rigjt out the window

asavagegardenindeed: #ayyy i did this and the anger and fury that we see when he yells why should I know these things sends my heart shattering into a million little pieces

DITTO to both *cries a river*

TC read TVL in preparation for IWTV, BP didn’t, so TC actually KNEW STUFF LOUIS DIDN’T KNOW, AND KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING THROUGHOUT THAT MOVIE and probably especially in this scene. #PROFESSIONAL ACTING

“Internet friendship is not real”

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gairid:

l0stinmemories:

Reblog if this is a lie and you have made amazing friends on the internet.

I have been living with my partner for 10 years now. We met online.

I just met the best, most talented ppl (fanfic, fanart, RP, etc) I have ever known since finding this corner of the VC fandom ALIVE in July ‘13. 

I especially love that ppl have found love in the fandom. Maybe it will happen for moi someday… 

ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ [1994] | ᴍᴇʀᴄɪғᴜʟ-ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ & ᴘʀɪᴍᴜsᴅᴜx

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primusdux:

God had done this to him, of that he was certain. Or was he? How much longer could he try to convince himself of that? He could say the note was from another, that it was lies, that Maharet had written it, but what was the use? Who was there to hear him now that he was chained…

ᴛᴏ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ [1994] | ᴍᴇʀᴄɪғᴜʟ-ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ & ᴘʀɪᴍᴜsᴅᴜx

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Louis avoiding the Birds & the Bees discussion.

I love this fanart. It’s by hw_campbell_jnr. It probably takes place in a previous time that Claudia inquired on the subject, in a much more innocent way, not trying to attack Louis as she does in the scene below.

Louis de Pointe du Lac, Interview with the Vampire (Part 3, Ch.1):

“‘I was a sorcerer’s apprentice only!’ I burst out suddenly, despite myself.’Apprentice!’ I said. …

"Again she smiled, and then she drew my hand into her lap and covered it as best she could with her own.’Apprentice, yes,’ she laughed.’But tell me one thing, one thing from that lofty height. What was it like… making love?’

”…’You don’t remember?’ she asked with perfect calm, as I put my hand on the brass door handle.

“I stopped, feeling her eyes on my back, ashamed, …

”’It was something hurried,’ I said, trying now to meet her eyes. How perfectly, coldly blue they were. How earnest.’And… it was seldom savored… something acute that was quickly lost. I think that it was the pale shadow of killing.’

“’Ahhh… ’ she said.’Like hurting you as I do now… that is also the pale shadow of killing.’

” ‘Yes, madam,’ I said to her.’I am inclined to believe that is correct.’ And bowing swiftly, I bade her good-night.“

Did he say that so as not to hurt her feelings, since she can never experience it? Or because he actually felt that way about sex?

Also, look at her logic… if sex is the "pale shadow of killing,” and she’s also gotten him to agree that her line of questioning “hurting you as I do now… that is also the pale shadow of killing.’" 

She’s basically gotten him to admit that she’s actually experiencing it, as closely as possible, hurting him this way is the equivalent to fucking w/ him. *cries for Louis*

“Come home with me,” he said. Such a human voice. So kind. “There’s time to come here and reflect. Wouldn’t you rather be home, in the Quarter, amongst our things?”

If anything in the world could have truly comforted me, he would have been the thing—with just the beguiling tilt of his narrow head or the way that he kept looking at me, protecting me obviously with a confidential calm from what he must have feared for me, and for him, and perhaps for all of us.

My old familiar gentleman friend, my tender enduring pupil, educated as truly by Victorian ways of courtesy as ever by me in the ways of being a monster.

At the end of Memnoch the Devil (via merciful-death)

merciful-death added:

#[ sobs aggressively over these two ]#mon coeur

Ditto, merciful-death, ditto so hard. *cries*

Source: rueroyale

“I want the K.”

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faceofabotticelliangel:

3. Single-Lip Kiss

The United States have always fascinated Armand in some way. It is constantly changing, the people rising with their voices against the government or worming their way around it to live their ideal life. Vaguely, it reminds him of their old world France. Louis doesn’t agree.

He believes that America will never hold a candle to France, his homeland and therefore his treasure. Or it was.

But through the smoky alleyway and past the guarded bookcase, they sit listening to the roaring jazz of the band and clopping of the dancer’s heels on stage while men and women gamble and drink in their finest dresses and not caring for the Prohibition. And Louis, sitting beside him, buzzed from the fount of the once drunk and now deceased flapper beside him, looks at him in that way that looks guilty because he always longs for him when he’s like this, and he always seems to feel bad about it.

“You’re wrong, mon cher” Armand murmurs when he reaches over and smooths back Louis’ short,gelled back hair, “I think this country will become more than just powerful in due time." 

Louis’ practically pouting at that, or the product in his hair, and Armand can’t help but kiss those lips when no one is looking, cradling his companion’s head and sucking the remaining blood on his bottom lip away with a gentle little tug.

Please do!

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faceofabotticelliangel:

  • Basically Denis came into the theatre a year prior to Louis and Claudia arriving there
  • Armand stumbled upon Denis on the streets, an orphan whose mind held macabre images of his untold past

That shit intrigued Armand, and made him wonder if this kid could work well then in a vampire infested environment…where there’s bound to lots of blood

  • Denis was absolutely devoted to Armand, who saw him as a savior
  • Armand tried to pull a very similar relationship between Denis and him as he had with Marius and himself…except he played role of the Master now, and Denis was his dutiful acolyte
  • He gave Denis a ring as a means to mark his territory (much like the locket he gave Daniel)
  • He still has it to this day
  • He hoped to find an escape in Denis in that he was “caged” just as this mortal boy was at the Theatre
  • Denis always tried to please Armand
  • Armand’s interest waned when Armand found that Denis began to lust after him in a pretty masochistic manner for his “love”
  • Santiago absolutely abhorred Denis in that he captured Armand’s attention more still than that of HIS of the theatre’s
  • He killed him gently…without pain or suffering
  • He did it the night Louis turned Madeleine, because he knew Louis would be the one to take him away from Paris (also he “in lahv” with his beautiful butt so)
  • Once Daniel found that ring
  • Armand still claims he doesn’t know why he’s kept it after all this time

What lingering improbable thought(s) or idea(s) do you fear has the ability to come true?

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faceofabotticelliangel:

What any immortal who pays attention thinks.

Will the world cease living?

No, it won’t.

Will the societies change, will I be terrified of it?

Yes, it is ever changing.

Will I be alone?

Inevitably so. But you enjoy it.

Will I last to be a child of the millennia?

Who shall perish?

Will it be those I loved, or have come to love?

Will they they do what I tried and take comfort in the early ray’s of the sun, taking and lifting them up into the atmosphere till they are no more?

Or will it be like the same as I when cease to live, cease to rediscover the planet and fulfill my own prophecy of the vampires weary of the world whom lay their immortal bones upon the earth and sleep and listen and sleep until they can dream no more and all they know is their silent cries for the unbearable thirst wracking their blood deprived bodies beneath the soil, too weak to climb out?

I often think…before I shall ever think to do this….it will be my darling Sybelle, or Benji though I claim that he is strong. He is a mere boy, after all, permanently twelve years of age. So many made so young when they are turned do not make it. I know. We all do.

And my Sybelle, beautiful Sybelle…I abhor comparing her to the damned violinist, the fledgling of Lestat’s…driven mad by his immortality until he gave up too.

Even Daniel…When will he tire of his sickness hindering him?

Do not start me on Marius, Or Lestat and Louis who have already been through far too much.

What is there not to worry about when you think about it?