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primusdux:

Louis Throwing a Harpsichord at Lestat Who Has Done Nothing Wrong.
Lestat De Lioncourt.

Digital Painting on Yellow Pad. 7mx5m

$1,000,000,000,000,000,000.

So, I am Satan now in your drawings.

When you are throwing a harpsichord at me for doing absolutely nothing wrong? Yes.

I have never thrown a harpsichord at you.

I draw what I see Louis. That’s all I’m going to say.

When did you see me throw a harpsichord? Did I do it in my sleep while unaware?

No, you did it in one of your fits of rage. I’ve told you, you do terrible things, but your memory blocks them out. The things I put up with, people. 

I see.

romanchronicles:

Andi let go of the bottle of Absolut and brought up the highball glass, positioning it on the cherry counter while absentmindedly searching for the Belvedere. “Great, I have a stalker- that’s something to write home to mother about.” She said the last part sarcastically, as she took the bottle of Belvedere from its perch on the mirror backed wall behind the bar counter.

“How am I interesting to you that you would consider to trail me? The single greatest experience I’ve had is meeting Keith Moon…” not bothering to finish her sentence, she bent down to open the refrigerator, and pulled out the orange juice. “…but he’s a Courvoisier man. He saves the orange juice for Jimmy Page.”

“Aren’t you at least a little bit flattered?” Lestat smirked up at her. “This is my city, you know, it can only handle so many of us… ” He idly traced a pattern on the wet counter, reminded of another life when the slender fingers of brooding young man, face cast in shadow, drew Paris in such a manner.

“I had to decide whether to let you stay. You’ve done well, clearing the city of a few more bad apples that I hadn’t yet found.” He clasped his hands, leaning forward.

“Keith Moon… Jimmy Page…” he let out a ragged sigh. “If only I’d have ‘woken up’ sooner I might have met them myself. I must admit, I’m somewhat jealous that you did.”  

romanchronicles:

i-want-my-iwtv:

♛ “I’ll have a Screwdriver, Miss Andi-Lee.” Lestat asked the vampire behind the bar, when she finally noticed him. He had plucked her name from her mind, but had not perused further. Marius must have found something very unique about this one to have turned her, that much he had also discerned, but why did she seem to emanate the loneliness of being completely on her own in the world now? It was intriguing and Lestat was curious, his chin on his hand as he gazed up at her with more than a little childlike amusement at her startled expression.

‘Did he seriously call me Andi-Lee? How the hell does he know my name,’ Andi questioned herself internally. She slowly reached down and grasped a bottle of Absolut vodka and a highball glass. “What kind of vodka do you want in that?”

She cursed her luck, seeing his hair, wishing that her friend would have left hers that almost white-blonde color that this immortal was rocking. What was he doing in a place like this? It’s not like anyone was selling chemically enhanced baking soda in the back room. She’d killed the last supplier two weeks ago.

♛ Oh, she was precious! How easily flustered and colorful… a tropical bird. He could feel the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, but gave her the space to choose which line of questioning to pursue. Her polite envy of his hair wasn’t lost on him, however, and he gave it a little playful toss. 

So lost in these thoughts, he’d left her question unanswered too long!

“Belvedere would be fine, actually." Lestat wouldn’t drink this, but it had a hint of vanilla, which, when mixed with the citrus, was pleasant to smell before he might hand it away to a deserving patron.

"You’re wondering why I’m here. I followed you.” This was true; he had seen her about, was she a vampiric actress? The choice of clothes and hairstyle were not a costume but appeared to be her nostalgia for the time in when she’d been alive, a time he’d cursed himself for missing when he had been healing his wounds underground.

Willow had climbed the closest tree after dodging the massive hound nipping at her heels. Unfortunately, climbing the tree hadn’t been quick enough. The mutt had snapped onto her back leg and had only let go when he’d gotten a face full of claws and teeth. Climbing higher, she soon realized she knew the individual inside the house. Her little heart skipped a beat. “Lestat!” She let out a long yowl, hoping to get his attention.

♛Lestat was contentedly supine on the couch when the barking outside increased. Ordinarily he’d just crank the volume on his music, but as he considered doing so, he caught the desperate plea, clearly from one of Louis’ cherished pets. He could sense the sharp pain the poor animal was experiencing, and leapt to his feet, scattering magazines.  

Flying out the door, he found a troubling scene: an enormous and slobbering beast still snapping for Willow! The monster had her fresh blood and tufts of fur on his quivering jowls. Lestat didn’t believe in animal cruelty… but this creature was sorely testing his resolve. 

He doesn’t seem like a friend of yours. Death penalty, Willow? Lestat asked her silently, the frightened look in her wide eyes burning him up inside.

+ If you could be mortal again for 24 hours what would you spend the time doing?

historyofbloodandgold:

Mortal again?  I can barely fathom what such an experience might be like.  The answer does come easily enough to me despite that.

First, I would go to Rome and mingle with other mortals that gather around the Colosseum.  How enjoyable it would be to join one of the guided tours, listening to a charming guide talk so animatedly about the history of the structure.  And I would thrill to stand within it, feeling the sunshine upon me from all sides – Prometheus’ blessing for just one more day!  I might get my photograph taken with the men that dress up as Roman gladiators and soldiers.  Wouldn’t that be funny?  To be standing there in the shadow of Vespasian’s vision with men of this age, the Roman and the would-be Romans?

After that I would find a rooftop upon which a hastened studio might be put together.  Then I’d paint and paint and paint by the light of the sun, in such a fervor, until the setting sun stole too much illumination for me to continue.  I fear such an event might leave me obsessed for such a chance.  Why, I might very well rest my body there upon the ground near those canvases until the sun had risen again, if just to take full advantage.  I don’t think it’s avoidable.  To see those colors by the light of day again, to memorize them anew rather than trust to distant memory, I couldn’t help myself.

I’d probably act as a glutton too.  Feasting upon the treats of chocolate, coffee, the Italian foods that are as much as a visual feast as they are a physical one.  And wine.  Plenty of wine.  Or perhaps I ought to avoid it.  I suspect if I got my hands upon wine I’d get too intoxicated in the morning to get anything done and the opportunity would be wasted by a drunken Marius.

Appreciative Shoutout

antoineandthepiano:

iam-yourqueen:

I wanted to personally thank antoineandthepiano for their excellent portrayal of Antoine.

When I started rping with you I hadn’t the slightest idea who Antoine was bc I hadn’t gotten that far in the book. just from your about page and getting the privilege to rp with you I fell in love with Antoine before I really knew him. And now after reading his chapter i love him éven more! Thank you for being so amazing ugh

OOC; Why thank you my dear! I only just saw this. I am beyond flattered right now. I hope he continues to captivate you. I would just like to say I am so happy to see you back on my dash too. 

lestatdelight:

This is a really simple fanart I made of Armand, I mean, REALLY simple. I will be posting stuff like this, maybe better, of course. Requests are open.

But as I’m a new account, I’d like to present myself: Hi!

•Feel free to send me things
•I follow back because… Why not?
•you can send requests
•I do fan art
•I could RP, that would be fun.

vcpositivity:

“I feel like there needs to be more recognition for claudiaindarkness. I am not exactly in the VC fandom, but I have read IWTV, and Claudia Mun is SO in character, it is incredible. She can play sweet little Claudia, so conniving and cold, then switch to the beautiful and deadly Adult Claudia without making her muse out of character. Flawless headcanons, too. I love rping with her.”

roleplayerxshoutouts:

“Shoutout to all the role-players who put lots of love, care, and effort into their character(s) and never seem to get recognized for it. Maybe no one’s noticed yet. Maybe you play an unpopular character, or you play a character so popular that you get lost in the shuffle. Maybe you’re just not friends with people who do shoutouts. But the community appreciates what you do, unrecognized role-player, even if the community doesn’t know it. Cheers to you.”