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Losing Lestat

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thelionscrimsonclaws:

roselioncourt:

// AR shared this article on FB last night, and I, for one, am fucking terrified.

I’m not leaving…

Wow, *huge sigh of relief.*

TL;DR: I read it. It’s an essay from some random person, Carmen Dominique Taxer, about how RPers of fictional characters, specifically Lestat, are somehow divorcing readers from their headcanons of the fictional characters due to the way the RPers choose to portray these characters. That Taxer herself feels she had some kind of intimate connection with Lestat that RPer’s are somehow responsible for dissolving.

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[As an aside: I thought that the article was going to be an interview with AR re: the next VC and she was saying smtg like, “~Welp guys I revived him, spruced him all up, and crowned him *~KING~* and now I’m ready to //SLAUGHTER// HIM IN THE NEXT BOOK HOW D’YA LIKE THEM APPLES?? xoxo AR~" which is absolutely not what the article was about which was a huge relief]

The scary part is not the accusation of the author of the essay. The scary part could be that AR shared it on her page. But she presented it without her own opinion. In the past, presenting topics without her own opinion was an open invitation to her POTP army to descend upon whoever/whatever the topic was and crush them/it out of existence.

That doesn’t seem to be her intention here. I didn’t see her response(s), if there were any, to the feedback she got on it. She might really just be curious about how her readers might agree or disagree with Ms. Taxer. 

A quick skim showed that RPers defended themselves very eloquently and respectfully. I pasted one such response below:

Hit the jump for more on this, but basically, dudes, RPers, fanfic writers, I do not sense any disturbance in our corner of the Force. Continue business as usual.

And really, I think it’s wonderful that we have Lestats to flirt and interact with, Louis’s ("Louisi”?) to tease about fire, Armands to push around, Daniels to pester, characters like Claudia and Nicolas revived from their canon deaths, etc. etc., basically, #LOVE TO ALL THE RPERS!

Kristy Ashton: “Read through it a little bit and it was a nicely written piece I felt it gave role players a very bad name.

I have been a role player going on 20 years in a large variety of platforms and not all of us ‘steal’ canon characters for our own. My characters have always and will always be original and so have my storylines because I don’t like ‘rules’ laid down for restricted storylines.

But what upset me was the reference to role players as hollow creatures. It reminds me to much how fan fic writers are seen as having no creativity. I wrote fan fiction as a teenager and I saw it as creative exercise, just like role play.

I am a writer now, creating all my own original material and characters, and not once have I ever felt bad for any of this. This article felt like shaming to me and kinda ticked me off in that way.”

I added my emphasis in bold. Taxer responded to Ashton that she herself is a role-player! She says that “the role-players I refer to specifically are not the same as the traditional rp’ers. I have a lot of respect for someone that can take on the nature of a character, but, I have met some… less than honest ones online. I woud like to clarify now, that, the manipulations referred to in this article are not every role-player I have ever met, though, far too many, so much so, that, it has caused me to lose my own passion for roleplaying. Something that saddens me greatly…

I abhor the resentment passed on role-players, and that includes the resentment I may have perpetuated here, which is why I have placed a disclaimer into the original article now.”

So she basically withdraws some of the resentment after some more rational conversation about it.

Losing Lestat

Vampire Chronicles Headcanon meme

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☾ – resting headcanon: Where do they sleep? Do they make sure their resting place can’t be discovered easily? Do they sleep in a coffin? Do they die/rise early or late?

★ – mortal headcanon: What is an event/person/circumstance from their mortal life that significantly shaped them?

☆ – immortal headcanon: What is an event/person/circumstance from their immortal life that significantly shaped them?

☠ – anger headcanon: What riles them up? What can make them angry enough to get violent?

$ – money headcanon: How are their finances? Do they have a lot of assets? What kind of assets do they have?

✿ – sexual/sensual headcanon: Can they have sex and what does it entail for them? How important is physical intimacy for them? Are there things they’d only do with special people?

■ – housing headcanon: Where and how do they live? Do they have more than one residence? What continent/country/city do they prefer and why?

♡ – friendship headcanon: What does it take to be considered their friend? How many friends do they have or have they had? Were or are any of them mortal?

♥ – romantic headcanon: Do they fall in love easily? Who do they consider their lover/lovers? How long have they been together and what is the dynamic of their relationship/relationships?

☮ – coven headcanon: Have they ever lived with more than one other vampire? If yes, for how long and how was the dynamic? If not, would they ever want to? Why yes, why not?

♦ – quirks/hobbies headcanon: What do they occupy themselves with? Do they have any quirks that might seem strange to humans or even other immortals?

☯ – powers headcanon: How do they feel about their powers? Which of the vampire powers – mind gift, cloud gift and fire gift – can they use and how comfortable and competent are they with it?

▼ – maker headcanon: Who made them? Under what circumstances? How was their first night as an immortal for them? How is their relationship to their maker now?

∇ – fledgling headcanon: Have they turned anyone and if yes, who and why did they choose to? If not, have they ever considered it? Why or why not?

♒ – hunting/feeding headcanon: How do they choose their victims? Do they go for the little drink or do they kill? How often do they feed?

☼ – appearance headcanon: Do they ever cut or dye their hair in different styles? How about their clothes, do they follow current fashion? What is their preferred style? Does appearance matter to them, do they want to be seen as beautiful?

ൠ – Talamasca headcanon: Have they had any run-ins with the Talamasca? If yes, how did that go? What information might the Talamasca have on them? What of their old belongings might have ended up with the Talamasca?

◉ – Any other question of your choosing: Just ask whatever you’d like to know.

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thelionscrimsonclaws:

12. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has:

I’d say my eyes are first….a winter grey, yet often mistaken or considered blue, violet.  They absorb the hues easily and they are eerily bright.  More predatory than human, they also glow red in the flash of a camera or under infrared light. It’s why I wear shades.

Secondly, my hands and nails….they’re decidedly feminine and each finger is tipped with a glassy razor that is harder and brighter than a diamond.  Even if I smudge them with ashes, they are difficult not to notice.  

Thirdly, my teeth….the fangs are perfection but some of my teeth are a bit crooked. Unfortunately, dental care wasn’t the same in my mortal youth and orthodontics weren’t available to me.  I also have a bit of a crooked smile.

Fourth, no matter how much I attempt it, I cannot seem to completely obliterate my accent unless I am acting or replacing it with received pronunciation.  It’s the oddest thing…..

Fifth, I write with ellipses.  Personal trademark.

15. Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

I can multi-task better than most….though I do my mental and physical limits.  I’ve tested it.  However, I have a fondness for focus on one task.  I admire that sort of mental channeling…it often produces quality results instead of quantity in the mediocre.

21. If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

I still talk to my mother when she graces me with her presence.  I have the distinct advantage of knowing that she will always be  here and that gives me comfort.  To my father….well, I suppose I should have been easier on him in his final years and after I was turned.  I rescued him from falling prey to the guillotine but I would like to tell him in genuine fashion, that I forgive him for everything I suffered in my mortality.

What’s your preferred fighting style? Do you prefer to use physical weapons or no?

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thelionscrimsonclaws:

Depends on who I’m up against….but I’m lethal enough on my own.  My nails, teeth, strength, and will to live are my best weapons and not much is a match for me.  The ax…well, that’s more for show.  If I am overwhelmed and need to turn to weapons, then we’re all in trouble, wouldn’t you think? 

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tragique-incendie:

Misery. The only word that came close to describing the current life of the young plantation owner known as Louis de Pointe du Lac. Wandering aimlessly and drinking were all he could manage to do with his time as of late. Drinking, and drinking, and more drinking, but no amount of alcohol could kill this misery and it certainly wasn’t going to kill him, at least not fast enough. That was the only option in his mind at this point. To die.. to rot away to nothing in the cold ground like his brother. What peace it seemed awaited him whenever he would breathe his last.. That illusion of peace so tempting that he had been seeking it out, provoking brutish men into violence night after night. Just last evening he thought he had found his precious death, that the blade of a common street criminal might strike a vein and leave him to bleed out on the dirty cobblestone. But a powerful punch delivered to his jaw had left him penniless and unconscious, to awake simply furious an hour later on the ground. Such a sting of failure that he could not even reach the mercy of death and that his own hands could not carry out the deed no matter how he thought and thought on it. He might have hung himself from one of the ancient trees on his own property, had he the courage to slip the noose around his neck. These thoughts were madness.. absolute madness, but not like Paul’s madness. That had been full of irrepresible passion, confidence, unwavering dedication, maybe even something to admire. His own suffering had no passion. No passion for anything anymore. Only the inescapable and horrifying desire for his heart to cease its beating. This evening, he sat in a run down saloon, drinking raspberry brandy straight from the bottle and intoxicated enough that his stride was unsteady, regal clothing unkempt, and raven hair a mess of tangles. Louis threw back another swig of the sickeningly sweet liquor, tired eyes scanning the noisy bar with a challenging glimmer as he searched for the man who might, with any luck, end his life tonight.

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nihilisticreiign:

            She had ALWAYS found villains more exciting
          than heroes. They had ambition, passion. They
           made the stories h a p p e n. Villains didn’t fear
           death. No, they wrapped themselves in death
           like suits of armor! As she inhaled the school’s
         graveyard smell, she felt her BLOOD RUSH. For
                    like all villains, death didn’t scare her.
                               IT MADE HER FEEL ALIVE.

Source: stiillhere

Monster

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everlastingporcelain:

“Do you
still believe in perfection?” A soft female voice asked, breaking the silence
that surrounded the abandoned walls of what had been once a home, the
wallpapers were rotting, the bats had claimed the upstairs, the figure of a
curvy young female could be distinguished within the weak lights that managed
to spare the room’s darkness, she looked holy, unlike everything around her;
Everything was dying, vanishing, everything but her and the young male curling
up against the darkest corner.  “Let me
go.” He begged, and she smiled as if she mocked of his cowardly, the blonde
still made her way towards him; slowly, letting the echo of her heels rumble on
the walls.

“Let you
go? Were you intending to let me go before?” She asked with certain curiosity
as the light finally illuminated her perfect oval face, enhancing the smoothly
pale skin that had started to look way too inhuman for him in the moment she
had freed herself form his grip. “Look, I’m sorry.” He squeaked
desperately, leaning forward in a last try to negotiate, but it seemed like she
sweet girl from the bar had turned into the worst demon he could ever had
imagined, one that had already crushed the bones of his right foot in a second,
the young man was scared, sweating, and perhaps for the first time in his life:
praying. “You said I was an angel, the most perfect think that ever walked on
earth.” She added sweetly, ignoring his grief as soon there were no more steps
to take, he was right next to her feet.

“What
changed?” She questioned him as she pulled him up so easily, grabbing his cheap
leather jacket to pin him against the wall, finally the light illuminated his
dirty black hair, such a beautiful face he would have, she just could wonder
how many girls had fallen under his wing, how many of them had survived, for
once the ancient vampire didn’t want to find out about that, she simply decided
to finish, satisfy her thirst with him, he would be a fair resistance to her
deadly bite, or so she hoped he would be. “Let me go!” He screamed in the
moment her small but sharp fangs broke his delicate skin. “Bitch!” He added,
giving his best push, but her hands were firm rocks holding him against the
concrete. His heartbeat accelerating, like a chicken that just had its head
cut, he fought, but soon enough he gave in and in a moment his life was nearly
gone. “It’s Bianca.” She finally whispered in his ear before letting his figure
fall down, finally lifeless. “You might as well…send my salutations to my
kinsmen down there, Thomas.”

on censorship and sensitivity

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akairiot:

There’s a certain attitude that scares the shit out of me – let’s call it destructive sensitivity.  It’s the philosophy that, if an idea is uncomfortable, it needs to go away.  If an image upsets you, or reminds you of a bad experience you had, then not only should you not have to look at it, no one should be allowed to look at it.  And if you can’t eradicate it completely, it should at least be buried so deep that a casual viewer would never stumble upon it.  This kind of censorship is nothing new, but I feel like it’s becoming more and more common.  So, why do I think it’s a problem?

FICTION

An important question we need to ask ourselves first is, what is the purpose of media, and particularly of fiction?  Why do we read, why do we look at artwork, why do we watch movies?  To only see happy things?  As escapism?  That’s certainly a valid interpretation, but it’s not the only one.

For the artist or creator, fiction can be a way to communicate the inner self to the outer world, through the use of symbols.  It’s a means of expression.  What they express might be deep, might be simple, might be beautiful or disgusting, might be for a niche audience or the whole world, but in the end, it is the artist taking pieces of their own experience and creating something new.  

For the viewer, fiction is a way to understand things that are outside their experience, and a way to expand their experience safely.  Fiction allows us to go places and do things that we can’t or wouldn’t in our own lives, without risk, without physical harm, and without causing harm to others.  Fiction can teach us what we fear, what we love, what we’re missing.  It can show us how others live, how others see us, how we see ourselves, and we’re free to engage with it as shallowly or as deeply as we want.

But fiction is not equal to reality. Watching Friday the 13th doesn’t make you a murderer, and it doesn’t kill you.  Reading Lolita doesn’t make you a pedophile.  Writing a story where a character is raped is not the same as committing rape, and reading that story is not the same as being raped.  Thought is not crime.

CENSORSHIP

Censorship is a way to force your interpretation of material on others, to reduce or destroy another’s experience by prejudging it as harmful to them.  But part of becoming a well-rounded human being is accepting that not everyone has the same sensibilities, and not every experience needs to be positive.  

What you find offensive, some might find enjoyable.  What you find traumatic, some might see as an exercise in empathy, or a means of catharsis.  Sad songs can be beautiful.  Horror stories can be fun.  When you decide to silence the things you don’t like, you’re cutting off others from that same experience. You’re making decisions for others, and you’re essentially saying that your feelings (and the feelings of people who agree with you) are more valid than anyone else’s.  I find this darkly ironic, because the audience that holds these particular sensitivities also tends to be the first to champion acceptance and non-traditional viewpoints, while organizing witch hunts for those they feel disrespect them.

So, why is this important to me?  Why does it scare me?  Well, as an artist, the complaint of one sensitive viewer can erase my work in an instant.  When complaints are made, content is removed first and questions are asked later.  Artists are guilty by default, and viewers are treated as victims.  No content host wants to be the one to stand up for freedom of expression at the risk of being seen as supporting offensive material.  Most alarming of all, this is all seen as totally acceptable, or even justified.  When an artist’s work is taken down, I see comments like, “Well, that’s the risk you take when you post stuff like that.  Can’t be helped.”  Even the people who disagree with censorship just shrug their shoulders.

SENSITIVITY

To those who are sensitive, I’m not trying to say, “just get over it”.  Emotional hurt is real, traumatic experiences are real.  I would never belittle someone else’s pain.  But you have to realize as well that your experience is not the be-all, end-all of the world.  Not all content is made with you in mind.  It is inevitable, if we want to exist in a world with other people in it, that we’ll be exposed to things we don’t enjoy.  The answer is not to destroy or degrade those things, but to try to understand them – and if that fails, at the very least, we can allow them to exist on equal terms.  It is that frightening desire to homogenize the world, to eliminate that which we fail to understand or which causes us emotional distress, that can lead as to real prejudice, to real violence and real crime.  Please understand that allowing content you dislike to exist is not the same as advocating it.  

THE ANSWER

What I would love to see is a perspective shift.  I want to see a world where responsibility is on the viewer, not the creator or the content host.  If you have a problem with something, it’s up to you to not see it, not for the artist to hide it for you, or add unavoidable warnings that prejudge a work.  I want a world where, rather than censorship by default, censorship is a conscious choice for those who want it.  No work is hidden until a user hides it themselves.  Artists are not punished for merely posting content that some find offensive, only for not tagging it correctly.  Freedom of expression and variety of content is seen as more important than protecting viewers from fiction, from discomfort, from viewpoints that don’t mesh with their own.

Accept others.  Take responsibility for yourself (and only yourself).  Understand that not all content is meant for you.  Understand that fiction is not crime, and fiction does not equate to real-world harm.  That’s all I’m asking.

(please don’t let this become a shitstorm… TT _ TT)