Happy birthday, you glorious, magnificent king of the night! Hope Louis doesn’t get too carried away with lighting the birthday candles… anyway, have a wonderful day/night, darling! <3

♛Merciiiii, glorious and magnificent, oui, but king of the night? There’s Jareth the Goblin King, but he is in another realm, after all… and anyway I’m sure he’d share his throne with me *smirks*

Louis was supervised with the candles…

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danyanddany:

Ok, another very old Vampire Chronicle fanart (15 years ago, maybe…), a Lestat/Louis one. 😉 Sorry for the low res, it’s a photo of the original sketch. Hope you like it all the same!

*swoons*

though its late, and I’m unsure how much to you it means anymore, I’d like to say: happy birthday~

Thank you, and you’re not late, mon cher. My birthday always falls on halves, the night before and the night after… so really, it is a two-night long thing. 

It was a great birthday, even though we ruined a designer gown. Actually, ruining it was part of the fun! Ah, well…

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[^X Lestat by @thacmis]

I haven’t posted actively in million years & yet I get constant activity on my blog, solely thanks to you re-reblogging my art & this wonderful fandom! ;____; <3 THANK YOU !!!

You are so very welcome! I’m doing it to try to nudge you into making more, is my little plot working?

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No pressure, but I do love your style, and ppl should be made aware of it, bc the way you draw/paint is unique and passionate, and it needs to continue… ❤

Tarquin Blackwood has a foot fetish pass it on

Quinn has a foot & shoe fetish, w/ a touch of exhibitionism. That’s canon 

Tarquin Blackwood, Blackwood Farm:

“She broke into a delighted riff of laughter, and as I came around in front of the table again and saw her shoes glittering there as if her feet were immortal and could carry her anywhere, I suddenly detached from all decorum and went down on my knees and bent my lips to kiss her shoes.

This I had done often with her; in fact, I had caressed her shoes and kissed them to tease her, and liked the feel of her arch in them, and I kissed that too, the thin nylon-covered skin, often and now, but for me to do it in front of Lestat was outrageously amusing to her. And on and on she laughed in a lovely soft high laugh that made me think of a crowded silver belfry against the blue sky gone quite wild.”