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Hey Lestat, I’m gay and have developed feelings for my (probably best) friend. I drunkenly told her that I was gay once, but no one else knows. I’m struggling with what to do. Do I tell her how I feel? Do I not tell her? Should I just wait and hope it eventually goes away? I don’t even know. Thank you for the advice. Also, thinking about it, did Lestat ever have to deal with being gay as a human? I don’t remember it ever being brought up in the books. But maybe that’s a fandom headcanon thing.
[//ooc; Breaking these into two questions, will answer the second separately]
♛Strange, isn’t it, that there are different kinds of love, and that we can feel it for our friends as intensely as for our lovers? That these feelings can transform best friends into lovers, or the reverse.
*cracks knuckles*
Anon, there is so much missing information in your question! You say you’re gay, but you don’t reveal your own gender, and you don’t say what the orientation is of the object of your affection. “Gay” used to specify men, now it’s applicable to lesbians, and others, as well, are you both lesbians? Is she bisexual? One of the many other genders and orientations we have these days?
But all that aside, I don’t even know if you are over 18, or that you want a sexual relationship with this person. I certainly would not encourage sexual relationships for those under 18. Even though it’s no secret that I did my damnedest to sow more than my share of wild oats by the time I was fifteen. I was ready at that age, my lovers seemed ready as well, but times were different then. I think I was glad that anyone was interested in being tender with me, loving me in the way that they wanted to when I was at that age… perhaps I rushed into it. It felt right at the time.
So you’ve developed feelings for someone, let’s keep it to that, and you are unsure whether to pursue those feelings for something more than friendship, whatever that “something” means. What that relationship would be is defined by the people who are in it. My relationships with each of my lovers have had
similarities, but different terms, different allowances.

Best friends are family members who we choose, and want to keep in our lives. It seems that fate brings them to us just when we need them. You look over at them from across the couch and think, “How did I get to be so lucky to end up with this incredible creature by my side?!” The same can be said for lovers.
The feelings you have for your best friend may be mutual. It seems like you initiated the conversation already when you told them that you’re gay, and they haven’t changed their behavior towards you, but they may not have the same feelings for you. Is it worth risking losing the friendship over? That’s a question you have to ask yourself. No one can advise you.
If your best friend cares about you, they shouldn’t be offended if you share these feelings with them. I’ve had people approach me and tell me they wanted more than I could give, and I had to politely let them down that the feelings were not mutual, but I still wanted them in my circle. These friendships ended if they were unable to accept my No.
And not just by my choice! I’ve had long term friendships that ended with people leaving me, and cutting off all communication, if they couldn’t have what I couldn’t give them. Not everyone who you grow close to in life is meant to stay forever.
However, some of the strongest loving relationships have foundations in trusting, close friendships. Certainly Nicki and I had that. I’ll forever mourn the loss of “our conversation,” which later involved communicating in an entirely new way. There are certain… things… we did together that I’ve done with no one else since, and never will. One might say he was the first person who ever really listened to me, and wanted to share with me in return. Through getting to know each other, we were drawn closer and closer… he was the first person to be curious about and love what was inside of me, on a long-term basis. I thought I knew what was inside of him, and I loved what I found there. Intimacy followed naturally.
In contrast, Louis and I had precious little time in the beginning. He would have died if I had waited even one more night. I thought we would be immediately bonded with the Dark Gift. The shock of it and his nature was, unexpectedly, a huge obstacle for him, and those first few years, what really held us together was our lingering – and mostly restrained – desire for each other. We struggled through and became friends slowly. Then best friends. Then lovers.
We defy titles. Definitely not two halves of one whole, although I do like to refer to him publicly as “my better half” occasionally, just to tease him *smirks*
Maybe that’s the point I’m trying to make. Do you and your friend seek to draw closer to the inner core of each other? You may need to wait for a sign that they want that, too.
Hello, I wonder if vampire can be taken a picture? Can their image show up in photos?
//ooc; idk about other vampires, it varies. The What We Do in the Shadows vampires could have photos taken of them, but couldn’t see their own reflection in mirrors *shrugs*.
Ricean vampires can see their own reflections in mirrors.
Omg, I totally forgot about this, but apparently Khayman has mental photoshop powers?? From QOTD:
[Khayman] liked the libraries where he could find photographs of ancient monuments in big smooth good-smelling
books. He took his own photographs of the new cities around him and sometimes he could put images onthese pictures which came from his thoughts. For example, in his photograph of Rome there were Roman
people in tunics and sandals superimposed upon the modern versions in their thick ungraceful clothes.
I headcanon that Ricean vampires can be photographed, and they take selfies…

[X
When he sneakin’ kisses from the bae and ya get jealous even though y’all ain’t official
by @kotilae]
Jesse also sees photos of Armand in QOTD:
David had put something in her hand. Reluctantly she took her eyes off the painting. She found herself
staring at a tintype, a late-nineteenth-century photograph. After a moment, she whispered: “This is the same
boy!““Yes. And something of an experiment,” David said. “It I was most likely taken just after sunset in impossible
lighting conditions which might not have worked with another subject. Notice not much is really visible but
his face.” True, yet she could see the style of the hair was of the period. I “You might look at this as well,”
David said. And this time he gave her an old magazine, a nineteenth-century journal, the I kind with narrow
columns of tiny print and ink illustrations. There was the same boy again alighting from a barouche-a I hasty
sketch, though the boy was smiling.
Lestat, how long Did it take you to get the hang of using lube or did you already know about it?
♛I took to these modern products right away, and they come in flavors, some of them have warming effects, it’s dazzling!
But you know, there were such things before there were specific products for them. I preferred grapeseed oil, but you can use other oils. Contrary to popular belief, spit dries very quickly. Too fast to be of much use for this purpose.
Now, blood as lube took me longer to adjust to.
Our blood is thicker than mortal blood, and dries slowly, but even so… sometimes it’s easy to look at the landscape of my lover’s writhing body, see the blood that I’ve drawn or applied, and feel a frisson of dissonance. That I haven’t actually done them harm, unless that was exactly what they demanded from me…
For us, anywhere that can be bitten or cut can be an erogenous zone *winks*

[X]
lestat: the stars sure are beautiful tonight, mon cher.
louis: yes, they are…
lestat: you know what else is beautiful?
louis, blushing: what?
lestat: me.
Sometimes I hate that I love Lestat
Because the Lestat I love isn’t the one Anne’s interested in writing. The Lestat I love isn’t an infallible, untouchable prince whom everyone falls in love with at first sight. He’s a fuckup who never stops trying.
I love the Lestat who came out of an abusive home and still wanted desperately that there was good in the world, and that he could be a good person. Who wanted to make people happy and who was desperately in love with his depressed as fuck proto-hipster boyfriend. Who lived as a queer man without shame.
I love the Lestat who had panic attacks about death and the unknowable enormity of the universe.
I love the Lestat who was a victim and a survivor, who was moved not to exert his power over others but make sure they didn’t suffer like he had.
I love the Lestat who tried to take care of his loved ones even when he was spectacularly bad at it, who wore his heart sincerely on his sleeve and lived in terror of his loved ones throwing him away because they didn’t need him anymore.
I rooted for the Lestat who realized the enormity of the wrongs he did to Louis by keeping him ignorant and by indulging his need to be needed. I loved the Lestat who was willing to show all of his fears and his fuckups in print, when his whole life had been dedicated to pretending he was untouchable, just to apologize to the man he loved.
I loved a Lestat who was allowed to be wrong, to be punished, to be humbled and rejected and keep going. Whose bravado and bluster was a cover for a sincere heart, not a hard and empty shell. The Lestat I love isn’t a rapist, an autocrat, a power hungry monster. He had countless flaws, but he was meant to fix them, not wait around for the universe to concoct a reason why his bad behavior and disregard for others’ agency is okay.
I don’t know where that Lestat went. But I miss him.
“This is like
Claudia asked Lestat to help her get bewbs
and he did!”
How would Lestat and Louis enjoy Amadeus?
Gosh I haven’t seen the movie Amadeus
in aaaaages (that’s what you mean, right? I haven’t seen the play), but I think Lestat would LOVE it. Both the movie and the play versions.


There is some similarity here… these two fashionable idiots who seem to succeed at everything despite breaking the rules to do it! I think Lestat would dig the aesthetics of the movie, the fashion, the music… I think he’d jab Louis in the elbow whenever Salieri gets pissy about pretty much everything Mozart does ;D
Louis might not admit it but he’d enjoy it for some of the same reasons.
I’m re-watching Interview With The Vampire and as much as I love Lestat, I feel so bad for Louis. Like, I really can’t blame him. I really can’t. He’s stuck with this loud, blonde, glittery murder machine and all he wants to do is crawl into a pillow fort and cry for 700 years. Can you blame him? Can you?
I can ^o^ Lestat is the right punishment for someone with a deathwish who chooses immortality. Louis really didn’t think this through, imho.
Totally agree with this, too.
Think before you drink, kids.
#glittery murder machine

^X by @garama & @merciful-death