I want the K

viaticumforthemarquise:

3: Nose Kiss

He’d fallen asleep while they’d been watching a film—sprawled across the divan, his head in her lap, one leg throw half off the piece of furniture. Like any parent, when he slept she could see the face of babyhood still somewhere in the man he was now, her heart aching just a little as she stroked his hair absently. No, she would never deliver such affection were he awake—it cost her too much to do so—but in the safety of slumber she might treat him as she would have in the smallness of mortal babyhood. 

She leaned over his face, gently pressing her lips to the tip of his nose. She loved him—unconditionally, irrevocably—this much would always be true. 

✦ :Fatal flaw (can you even admit to any? ha!)

viaticumforthemarquise:

Love. 

Especially for Lestat. How he must glow to read that. 

But, truly, had it not been for his arrival, I could have easily slipped into the monotony and everyday horrors that were life in the Auvergne, dying young and despising everything around me, the world painted grey. 

You’ve seen that film, The Wizard of Oz? When Dorothy walks from Kansas into Oz? It’s incredibly trite, but Lestat’s entry into my world was like that walk from the broken, tornado-wracked house onto the golden-paved streets of Oz. 

Ah, but he comes by hyperbole honestly, doesn’t he?

It wasn’t that my entire life had been grey up until him—but merely that the greyness cast upon it was so consuming as to kill me sooner rather than later. 

If it weren’t for Lestat, I could walk through my immortality without a care, without a thought, without another spoken word to another creature—yet he placed an ember in my heart when I thought it was ice, worked his way in when I wasn’t looking and settled himself there nicely. 

Hate me for his upbringing, the times I ignored him, the times I shut my door against him. Hate me for the times I’ve come too late to his pleas for help. 

But know that I love him. And he is what breaks me down when I might remain strong. 

You’ve been in the fandom longer than I have, so can you answer something I’ve always wondered? Did the Lestat fans go nuts when Rock of Ages came out (the movie)? Since its pretty much rock star lestat….

Exhibit A:

^Basically rock star Lestat. 

Exhibit B:

More gifs/pics from RoA that I consider Lestatuesque.

As for the fandom reaction, tbh I’ve been a fan ever since the dark ages of speculative fic on geocities websites oh gawd i am old I survived the War on Fanfic from the 90’s... but I didn’t actually find the fandom as it exists now until after this movie came out (2012)!

At the time, I myself was excited along with a few RL friends who were my entire VC fandom at that time. We were pleased as punch.

I’ll speculate that the fandom ppl that loved Cruise’s Lestat (like meeee) were very psyched for RoA. Even now, I consider Cruise’s Jaxx to be an older, mortal, brunet, tattooed Lestat. That’s alot of AU there, but still.

In RoA, his character is similar to Lestat: that whole macho shell with a tender, bruised inside that just wants to be loved for who he really is. At the end of RoA, Jaxx ends up with someone who loves him for HIM, rather than the groupies who love his stage persona or want to bang him for his sexual prowess, or his money, or whatever. Same thing with Lestat. So many people want to fuck him, but very few put in the effort, or gain his trust enough to get to know who he really is inside. 

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Some RPers actually already claimed him for Daniel Molloy and I have to agree w/ them, he’s very Daniel!

However, I always thought of Daniel as being similar to Lestat in appearance, and upon further very scientific research, I think Jeremy Dufour could also work as Lestat. I couldn’t find a really decent pic of him smiling in a Lestatuesque way, but a great smile is necessary, too ;]

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]

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merciful-death:

Prince Lestat by Hetherian
The Vampire Armand by Hetherian
The Vampire Gabrielle by Hetherian

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

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.

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i-want-my-iwtv:

The Origin of the title “Prince Lestat.”

Inspired by recent info from the author.

This was speculation from before PL dropped, kinda wish it had gone this way instead ;A; don’t u?