My temper is extraordinarily foul this day….approach with caution.
Don’t make me regret whatever horrible thing happens to you if you do.
Oh, my lord the harecatcher. So frightening, so intimidating.
Bring it on, you piece of shit.
I pity you….don’t ask me to elaborate. *turns away and goes back to writing, ignoring you and your cry for attention*
Excellent. The feeling is mutual.
Non, I don’t think the feeling is mutual….far from it.
I was always meant for something greater and I was going to obtain it one way or another. You provided the catalyst…descriptions of Paris and beyond, the spark that became a wildfire inside me. I had to go and I would have done so with or without you.
You, who attached yourself to the illiterate, ignorant but hopeful youth that I was. You, who disgraced your father and dashed all his hopes for you. You who clung to the shadow of greatness that was Mozart for mere scraps. You who dissolved your dark thoughts at the bottom of a bottle every night. You who languished in obscurity and petty jealousies.
I dragged you everywhere when I should have let you lay in that elaborate sarcophagus you’d already created for yourself long before we were ever really close, waiting to die….so that you’d earn your adoration after your early demise. “So sad, so beautiful, such a promising life cut short!”
And THAT is why I pity you…second fiddle! You are petty, jealous and malcontent with anything and everything you ever wanted! I was too much for you and when I tried lifting you towards greatness with me, you backhanded me with your “madness” that was an utter lie! You weren’t mad! You were only more fully yourself…..even more the pitiable soul and when I saw this, I knew there was to be no help for you on this Earth that I could provide to satisfy you, toxic creature!
Spare me the poisoned words that would drip from your lips in response. They are so much mist against my coat. The cold breath of an angry ghost against one whose mind is currently the father of Winter, of Death. You cannot hurt me any longer, even when I can spare you a memory.
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being passionate is so good man it gives your life some kinda purpose who cares if it’s for a tv show or a book or movie or literally whatever being passionate is great don’t let anyone make you feel bad about your passions!!!
the worst thing about tumblr fandom is that thing where everyone acts like fiction is reality and carries the same weight as reality and that if you like things in fiction you must be a Very Bad Person who is possibly abusive or a pedophile and there’s literally no acknowledgement of the fact that fiction is quite fundamentally not reality at all and that people have been exploring the darker aspects of life in fiction for thousands of years and these things have no bearing on one another AT ALL but oh no you like THAT CHARACTER? you must be SICK.
When it comes to women, his words are the only thing that shows that he might have any interest. His body language, actions, tone, all contradict any infatuation he may have with a female. The only reason why he would express an interest in a female is because he loves the idea of love. However he seems genuinely more in love with himself and other male characters before he is in love with a woman.
Relationship-characteristics of the character Lélio x
…why am I not surprised? XD
(via hedonistbyheart)
She’s beauty and she’s grace she’ll slap Lestat in the face
ooc; Gabrielle de Lioncourt (via viaticumforthemarquise)
Now matter how hard you ship Louis and Lestat you will never ship Louis and Lestat as hard as Lestat does.
Lestat: “Louis plz stop staring at candles and live your life”
Louis:
Lestat: “Louis, please”
Louis:
Lestat:
Lestat: “ooh shampoo bottles!”
“merciful-death’s Louis is definitely one of the best portrayals I have seen of him to date. their interactions with other roleplayers {especially Lestat blogs} are absolutely perfect, and absolutely in character! might even be Louis in disguise, you never know.”
ooc; You guys are way too kind to me. ;; Thank you.
PSA – Tips about happiness in RP
[– When I’m sad, I send people nice messages on anon telling them just what I think about their roleplaying and them as a person. I don’t do it often and I don’t do it for recognition, it just makes me happy seeing peoples responses.
Seriously, if ever you’re sad or feeling a bit fed up with the rp community, tell your fave exactly why they’re your fave. Tell them all the little things about their characterization that makes them stand out, tell them what you think of their writing style, tell them what you think of their theme, their edits, their headcanons.
Ask them questions about their character, ask what they think their muses childhood, when their first kiss was, what are their deepest fears, why they do the things they do.
You don’t have to do it on anon. JUST TELL THEM. ASK THEM. SEND YOUR FAVES THINGS AND I ASSURE YOU THAT 90% OF THE TIME IT BRINGS PURE HAPPINESS.–]
I love how in all the books, regardless of whose talking Louis is described as ‘the pretty one’. Vampires in Anne Rice novels are all described as being beautiful in some way, death making them so. But in a supernatural world populated by Beauties, characters need to spend pages gushing about Louis looks. His utter bafflement at this and the other characters gushing make me laugh every time its brought up.
I-want-my-IWTV 