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anaryawe:

Sometime last autumn I read a post where one of the Lestat role-players of the site answered a question/prompt about crossdressing with L’s fond reminiscence of a lady with whom they sometimes swapped clothes.  So I sketched this on my 14 min morning train to school. Found the sketch yesterday and finished it, but now can’t find the original post or remember who was the writer. Anyway Lestat enjoying a corset (and yes that corset has a weird double lacing or smth) 

Anon: What was the most arousing moment you’ve ever experienced Lestat?

Mortcharmant: “My— What an intrusive question,  étranger gris. But I shall humour you none the less… I would have to say it was the night I allowed a delightful mademoiselle to put her corset on me. How it tightened and constricted was glorious and suffocating. I looked like ‘pure sex’ according to her as she added more to my “ensemble”. By the end of it I was dressed up more like a tart than she and it was exhilarating. I let her live after that moment and frequented her regularly for those games of ours. It’s a pity she died three months later at the hands of a violent pick pocket.”

[X]

What’s the best thing about being a vampire? The worst?

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the-gentleman-chronicler:

from-fiction-into-legend:

the-gentleman-chronicler:

The best thing about being a vampire, in my humble opinion, is the fearlessness.  There’s a sense of freedom as an immortal that I never felt even in passing as a living man.  I can see why so many young vampires behave recklessly when given this new lease upon their existence; consequences are marginal if one can manage to relinquish all traces of their morality as a fresh born killer.  I lived in and with many fears towards the end of my life.  The reality of becoming a man constructed of fragile bones and weakened organs made it immensely difficult for me to fully enjoy myself without being preoccupied by these concerns.  Now I experience no fear — with certain exceptions.

The worst thing about being a vampire, which is also specific to perhaps only myself, is not just the need to seek blood.  That remains an issue for me that I need to work through.  What bothers me more is the inconvenience of daytime sleep.  It’s forced narcolepsy.  I cannot wait for the passage of time where I am finally able to remain awake without the sun dragging me into slumber.  Thus far I’ve managed to pass out over my desk, inside the foyer, and halfway upon my bed.  It’s not graceful or with any kind of dignity.  And since someone (Lestat) thinks it’s entertaining to leave me in such awkward positions, I tend to dread the time leading up to dawn for just that reason.

Oh, my dear David.  It’s your reaction waking up the next night that is utterly entertaining to behold.  Start sensing when it’s time to sleep, quit reading or entertaining your company, here or at home,fast enough and you might save some dignity by falling into slumber on a bed rather a desk chair, floor, or other various ways I’ve found you..

Should I list them completely?

I’m sure your visitors would love to imagine the awkwardness of it all.

Don’t you dare or I shall never speak a word to you again.

//Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words more than I can describe. <3

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Hey girl, you’re welcome!

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I feel like, yes, Prince Lestat was not the best VC, but also, some bits of it were actually still good, I can’t dismiss it in its entirety… and I’m hoping you can make Rose a more embraceable character. No pressure, or anything! hahaha. 

Why did you cut off Nicolas’ hands, really?

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damnitarmand:

Nicolas could not contain what was occurring within him, and often his deterioration became destructive and difficult to conceal from mortals. Despite the fact that I did not directly claim leadership in an official capacity, I had a position to maintain and I had already protected him on numerous occasions, whether he realised such or not, as had Eleni. I had to prove that the threats that I made were not just threats if someone stepped out of line, or be seen as ineffective and suffer further challenges. I could not exclude Nicolas from that.

On the occasion where I took his hands, it was take his hands or take his life; based on the transgressions involved, it could have seriously compromised our position in Paris had it not been corrected swiftly. He was so far gone that others began to talk of precisely that, and I could not allow it. Taking his hands limited him in a way that imprisonment could not possibly have achieved; he had escaped imprisonment before when it was imposed upon him. Imprisonment meant nothing to him because the true oubliette existed in his mind, and that was inescapable. It gave me control over him enough that he could not possibly leave and potentially worsen the situation. It also proved that I was willing to back up my threats and that I would not respond with inaction if I was questioned.

The choice that I made meant that he lived. It does not necessarily follow that it was a choice I made gladly, regardless.

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merciful-death:

ooc; I do not have enough asks to send those “YOU’RE A FAV ILY” messages to everyone, so.  Tagging some people that made 2014 bright. ❤ And, of course, everyone should follow these lovelies.

a-misunderstanding-my-love,  absolemcaterpillar, askthebratprince, ara-ne-um, archangeloftheunderground armandromanus, black-winged-cherub, cloudsinvenice, coldinhumanity, damnitarmand, devmin, enfant-du-malheur, everlastingporcelain, gairid, gorgeous-fiend, hannibalsantlers, i-want-my-iwtv, interviewed-the-vampire, itsnotmyrealname, primusdux, queenofthesavagegarden, redhairedtwin, redthelittlesprite, reporter-boy, riccardo-de-romanus, the-gentleman-chronicler, thyhumbleservant, vagabonddaniel, @x-dolcevendetta.

The feels are mutual, bb ❤

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a-misunderstanding-my-love:

1. When did you lose your virginity?

Already answered, asshole. 

16. A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

NIN “Closer”

20. If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

Alakai, oddly enough. 

28. Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Goddamnit, but I love a fine ass. If you haven’t seen Lestat’s you need to.

What do you enjoy doing with lovers in bed, anything kinky or romantic? I’m just curious about what the tightly wrapped Talamascan is like in a more intimate setting.

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the-gentleman-chronicler:

There are a few major mysteries in this world.  Easter Island, Stonehenge, the Pyramids of Giza, chupacabra.

Another is what the vampire known as David Talbot gets up to in the privacy of his bedroom.  Only a few individuals have discovered it.  None of those three are Lestat.

So let’s not give him any hints.  For his own sake.

The Den – DNYRE

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vagabonddaniel:

Despite the neat, museum-like aesthetic, this room looks the most lived in. The tables are made of glass. The walls are painted a deep blue. The furniture is modern with square edges and rounded edges jutting out in strange places. But there are indents worn into the cushions and there are books with markers on the end table. There’s also an aquarium along one wall, filled with tropical fish. 

A big screen television is hangs on the wall above an entertainment center that has all of the latest video game systems. A black basket holds remotes and controllers. A shelf of board games sits off the side. 

♛ Lestat had caught a glimpse of the aquarium from the doorway and was immediately drawn to it. He grasped Daniel’s arm and tugged him into the room with him as he admired the beautifully lit ecosystem. Enormous, it was, and there were even areas of blacklighting, in which some of the creatures seemed packed with different pastel shades of bioluminescence, fins translucent as glass. 

“Marvelous tank you have here, Daniel.” Lestat nodded courteously to his host. “Oh, and I must say also, I believe the ‘99 Syrah was very well done.” Lestat raised his half-full glass and drained it. Not just blood, but a spiked concoction with wine and something else… Lestat couldn’t quite detect the drug, but the overall effect had certainly eased his tense mood. Perhaps it was no more a drug than actually enjoying being welcomed so warmly into the presence of his coven. For they were HIS coven, after all.