
“Such a messy eater.”
“It’s only lipstick, Cherie, I promise.”
My offering to the vc fandom and it’s queen ( i-want-my-iwtv ), a quick Lestat, pose referenced from a photo of Marilyn Monroe. I’d like to clean it up and color him eventually…

“Such a messy eater.”
“It’s only lipstick, Cherie, I promise.”
My offering to the vc fandom and it’s queen ( i-want-my-iwtv ), a quick Lestat, pose referenced from a photo of Marilyn Monroe. I’d like to clean it up and color him eventually…

poodins: I may or may not have been influenced a bit by your one video post…
OMG! This is FAAAABULOUS *flails* *twirls* LIN GET IN HERE AND SETTLE THIS *collapses*
“I’m Lestat,” I said in a low voice. “Your Lestat. I’m the same Lestat you’ve always known, and no matter how I’m changed, I’m still that same being.”
“I know,” he said warmly.
I kissed him. I pressed my lips to his and I held this kiss for a long silent moment. And then I gave in to a silent wave of feeling, and I took him in my arms. I held him tight against me. I felt his unmistakable silken skin, his soft shining black hair. I heard the blood throbbing in him, and time dissolved, and it seemed I was in some old and secret place, some warm tropical grotto we’d once shared, ours alone in some way, with the scent of sweet olive blossoms and the whisper of moist breeze. “I love you,” I whispered.
In a low intimate voice, he answered: “My heart is yours.” (Lestat and Louis in Prince Lestat, by
Anne Rice)
“Ah, it was one of the most erotic, most savoring moments I had ever experienced. It was a brisk moment, caught in the smooth heat of the night. He was laying there, my beloved Nicolas. His long, beautiful hair was spread across the pillow, and he glowed there with an ethereal presence.
I placed myself down next to him and cupped his face; he shied away at first, but I calmed him nevertheless. I softly claimed his lips with mine, and we danced into a night of superb passion. The rest they say, is history.”

“i-want-my-iwtv is such a beautiful human being. Her gifs and posts are just HILARIOUS! I love when she RP’s as Lestat, it’s always a joy to see and interact with. It’s great to see her opinion and perspective on things that she includes when answering asks.”


ooc; May 16, 2012 was the day I decided to make this account. I was a n00b who had just read Interview with the Vampire like two months prior, and was just reading Queen of the Damned at the time. I sucked really bad, but I met some cool people, and ended up sticking around. Three years later, here I am.
So, here we have my whole “wow three years” post. I never made a commemorative thing for hitting 1k followers either, so I just stuck that in with this. I’m not going to do a huge follow forever, since I’ve done so many of those, but I would like to just plug a few wonderful friends that have been super great.
askthebratprince | angelustheancient | cloudsinvenice | coldinhumanity | cup-of-lixx | damnitarmand | forgotten-mayfair | gairid | i-want-my-iwtv | laviniaspeaks | obbediente | primusdux | redhairedtwin | the-gentleman-chronicler | vagabonddaniel | vampchronfic
That said, this is a giveaway post. Three people who reblog/like this will receive a promo post by me (example of my stuff here). If you don’t want a promo, I can just make a simple graphic, ten icons, or whatever you’d rather have. I just ask that the winners have patience with me, since my schedule has been insanely busy lately.
The three people who win must be following me, since obviously this is a thank you to my followers. And if you like/reblog this but don’t actually want a graphic and you get picked, let me know and I’ll pick another winner. Also excuse the jokingly shitty graphic on this post. 😉 It was done intentionally bad.
On May 23, I will use a randomizer to pick the winner.

Yours was one of the first RPs I followed here in tumblrland, and your Louis’ general sass and sense of humor definitely influenced my headcanon of him. I still enjoy your threads in ma dash (also when my Lestat is in them gdi he owes a reply i will wrestle him to the ground and force an answer!), like a fine wine, your muse has only gotten better over time.
I had what I wanted, what I had always wanted. I had them. And I could now and then forget Gabrielle and forget Nicki, and even forget Marius and the blank staring face of Akasha, or the icy touch of her hand or the heat of her blood.