Happy (early) birthday to Louis de Pointe du Lac(Fuck) ! I am doing this now because the next days will be busy, so back to the topic. Tagging some woderful Louis RPer’s @merciful-death , @whiningforcenturiess , @mercifulxdeath , @i-want-my-iwtv , @murder-husband , @takemetocoffin-or-losemeforever .
“#Cut the shit Be real with me” is probably the most Louis thing in this set, lol but it’s all Louis!.
Y’know, I only recently learned about LJ/DW RP groups for other fandoms, but not ours. It’s not like that here in Tumblrland. Not as organized, which is both good and bad. Good because anyone can try, but bad because no one is obligated to RP with a new person.
I’ve been here in Tumblrland for a few years now, I’ve seen RPers come and go, I’ve seen VC RP directories born and abandoned, the RPers that are active at any given time tend to find each other and RP loosely. A thread here or there. Casual banter. That kind of thing. Because we all have Real Life, and that often interrupts more reliable/frequent (or longer) RP threads.
However, I would suggest you check out my tags below, you might find some active RPers that way. What you need to do is find an active RPer or two and peruse their archive, see who they interact with, and if you want to engage them, send them a private message and try to start a thread. You can also post RP memes, which you’ll find on other RPer’s archives. I think there are also tumblr blogs just for RP memes (starters and such for threads).
VC blogs/RP directories that may or may not be active, but you might find currently active RPers listed on them:
Guys, I really miss Gabrielle’s voice, but I feel like there isn’t much happening in the RP world, and all my dashes are so dead that getting anyone besides Lestat to talk is a freaking pain.
Anyone want to plot? Ideas? Just want to annoy Gabrielle? Please go for it.
You can also find me at the following pages:
COME AND PLAY!
-Mun
“I’m getting into the coffin and you will lie down on top of me if you know what’s good for you.” Now, I’m quoting directly from Louis’ insipid novel in which he provides the barest skeleton of how this scene actually played out. It was really quite romantic on my part, while he on the other hand was being a prissy baby.
My temper is extraordinarily foul this day….approach with caution.
Don’t make me regret whatever horrible thing happens to you if you do.
Oh, my lord the harecatcher. So frightening, so intimidating.
Bring it on, you piece of shit.
I pity you….don’t ask me to elaborate. *turns away and goes back to writing, ignoring you and your cry for attention*
Excellent. The feeling is mutual.
Non, I don’t think the feeling is mutual….far from it.
I was always meant for something greater and I was going to obtain it one way or another. You provided the catalyst…descriptions of Paris and beyond, the spark that became a wildfire inside me. I had to go and I would have done so with or without you.
You, who attached yourself to the illiterate, ignorant but hopeful youth that I was. You, who disgraced your father and dashed all his hopes for you. You who clung to the shadow of greatness that was Mozart for mere scraps. You who dissolved your dark thoughts at the bottom of a bottle every night. You who languished in obscurity and petty jealousies.
I dragged you everywhere when I should have let you lay in that elaborate sarcophagus you’d already created for yourself long before we were ever really close, waiting to die….so that you’d earn your adoration after your early demise. “So sad, so beautiful, such a promising life cut short!”
And THAT is why I pity you…second fiddle! You are petty, jealous and malcontent with anything and everything you ever wanted! I was too much for you and when I tried lifting you towards greatness with me, you backhanded me with your “madness” that was an utter lie! You weren’t mad! You were only more fully yourself…..even more the pitiable soul and when I saw this, I knew there was to be no help for you on this Earth that I could provide to satisfy you, toxic creature!
Spare me the poisoned words that would drip from your lips in response. They are so much mist against my coat. The cold breath of an angry ghost against one whose mind is currently the father of Winter, of Death. You cannot hurt me any longer, even when I can spare you a memory.
First of all, let it be known loud and clear that I am not willing to speak openly about my sex life with Louis, if only for fear of it coming to a screeching halt for my lack of respect to his privacy. So I’m not going to talk about Louis and what predilections he may or may not have towards oral sex.
That being said, you should know that any reticence towards oral sex in our relationship has never come from Louis, but from me.
I have a complicated relationship with oral sex, for reasons I won’t go into. But what you should know in regards to your Significant Other is this:
Do they want to do it? If so, be patient. It will happen with time.
Do they love you? Then be patient. Be encouraging. Be kind.
Someone who is “shy” about giving/receiving oral sex has a reason, and that reason is probably psychological. While it isn’t necessarily your job to dig into those psychoses, it is your job as their lover and better half to know and understand what they may be, and to be with them as they traverse the complicated path of their past/fears/baggage.
Again, I say, be patient. Be their lover in every sense of the word.
The most patient man in the world held my hand in the rediscovery of the world of physical love, and I owe him far more than he will ever truly know.
And, not to brag, but his patience paid off. In spades.
-wink-
I think that we are designed to be supreme predators, our instincts finely tuned, our bodies and minds honed to withstand time…with some caveats below. I think that we are often silent witnesses to the passage of time….how history repeats itself. If we’re looking at it from a physical standpoint, then yes…I think we’re superior.
Now on a mental, spiritual level, I need to elaborate.
Sometimes, I do think we’re better than humans. Aside from our occasional squabbles and naturally solitary nature, we live in relative harmony with each other…whereas human beings are slaughtering each other in the streets if they don’t like their ideas, lifestyles or perhaps even how they look. The more civilized and advanced humans become, there is an equally savage and primitive reaction. There is an acute misery in the human condition. How that precious time, that finite lifespan, is often squandered, utterly wasted. They spend so much of their time worrying about petty issues, things that affect themselves right now and then burying their heads in the sand over global issues..things that can affect the long term, future generations.
Yet vampires have their drawbacks. We are often trapped within the confines of our time and have difficulty transitioning out of being echoes of our own pasts. We become the moral dictators, making our own judgments on who lives and who dies. We can be contradictory creatures….say one thing, do another. That solitary nature that I referred to earlier, makes us incredibly lonely…but enduring the company of another for centuries is often difficult because of our core, contrary state of being. We have a constant need for new blood and use our fledglings as crutches, to guide us through life because we are so easily lost and stray from the traditional paths. Because time moves differently for us, we can become completely absorbed in a single moment, a solitary object….glance up and months have passed. We can retain vast amounts of information but we are without practical application….sometimes what we carry with us, makes us lose our minds. We become walking revenants or spectres. There is also a cognitive dissonance for us and often, our beliefs and attitudes are quickly outdated, antiquated. For humans, it’s adapt or die. For vampires, we needn’t really adapt for us to survive…but it makes it hellishly difficult for us to live among our prey if we don’t keep up appearances at least.
In humans, I admire their ingenuity, their creative spark, the ability to adapt to each new situation and their tenacity for life….to persevere despite enormous challenges that threaten their very existences.
So in short, the answer is that each has it’s benefits and drawbacks. I can’t rightly say that one is superior to the other….I often believe that we are the dark mirror, reflecting the shadows of humans. We’re symbolic….hunger and primal lust disguised as gentiles in our fashion and finery. Our immortality and physical attributes are what all humans strive for….to live longer, to become stronger, to obtain and retain more information, to become more while we long for just a little more humanity….to feel as they do, to love, to create and move through this world with a bit of wonder at it’s fragile beauty.
’“I want to know, for example, why beauty exists,” she said, “why nature continues to contrive it, and what is the link between the life of a tree and its beauty, and what connects the mere existence of the sea or a lightning storm with the feeling these things inspire in us? If God does not exist, if these things are not unified into one metaphorical system, then why do they retain for us such symbolic power? Lestat calls it the Savage Garden, but for me that is not enough. And I must confess that this, this maniacal curiosity or call it what you will, leads me away from my human victims. It leads me into the open countryside, away from human creation. And maybe it will lead me away from my son, who is under the spell of all things human.“’ -Gabrielle de Lioncourt, The Vampire Lestat
Fanfic?? there’s no such thing as VC fanfic… pfffft. What are you crazy honestly??!
^Lestat is laughing bc he knows I is sarcastic.
In short, Anne Rice had waged war on VC fanfic in the mid-90s, sic’ing her lawyers on many fanfic writers, eventually breaking apart fanfic sites (“speculative fiction” or “spec” archives/communities) and driving many of these writers to stop writing altogether or do so in a more underground way.
Currently, she’s had conflicting stances on fanfic, but hasn’t made outright war at nearly that level. We try not to tag her in discussions of it, basically, we don’t try to provoke her by making our caches of VC fanfic known. Especially on Facebook, where she’s very active and might see it. She posted this on her FB in 2014 (I think):
Archive of Our Own (aka AO3) should satisfy you. Lots of good things about that site, one of which is the ability to bookmark/download/comment/kudos fics. They also have a mission statement about protecting these fanworks from copyright infringement arguments.
There’s also fanfiction.net, which I haven’t really tried, ppl say it’s good.
You can try my #fanfic tag here, in which I’ve collected some that have made their way to tumblrland.
Also, explore the VC RP community here on tumblr, their threads are a form of fanfic. We don’t really have a wide-spread active VC RP directory but you can start with the vcdirectory (not updated currently, but there may still be some blogs on there to peruse), vcpositivity, and withinthesavagegarden.
Dear Anon – I don’t think you quite understand how this lot operates.
If I were to go ahead and spank one of them, I wouldn’t get respect so much as I’d likely get a line of them out the door waiting for a turn. Quite the group of masochists in this nighttime world of immortality. Never considered that when I was writing reports on them for the Talamasca.
I-want-my-IWTV 