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re: lestat and armand. true that 17 and 20 are only 3 years apart but to be fair the jump from one to the other is a pretty violent one. if i got turned into a vampire now i would be kind of annoyed but i could work it out. if i got turned into a vampire at 17 i would kill myself immediately or become the unabomber

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Literally shed a tear at this this is so funny

need to smoke with him

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“Graves unearthed in the quiet cemeteries of the heart. Dead tragedies, vampiric exhumations…finalities, leave-taking, endless grief. And in the darkness, a last tomb opened to reveal the only impossible thing: our blood-soaked love—so bright it flung outward like copper constellations—a conflagration that burned forever, leaving empty universes in its wake.”

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how my brain picks a new favorite character who sucks

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momma it doesn't have anything to do with satan. it's me.

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And then they bite each other and bite each other and bite

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I came up beside him and took his hand. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Dancing with you,” I said. I turned him easily this way and that to the music. I could see he found this immediately awkward, to be dancing with me as a woman might dance with a man, and then something playful and vibrant came into his eyes. He gave himself up to it. I turned us around fast twice and then three times, and we broke the pattern and then my arm slipped around his waist and I danced beside him, in step with him, like the Greek men do it. “Do you like this better?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. He appeared brimming with happiness. But I was the one truly brimming with happiness. The music seemed to move us as if we were powerless, borne along exquisitely, and then we faced each other again and we were simply dancing in a loose, comfortable embrace, intimate, making one body and then two bodies, and one body again. All around us were dancers, dancers pressing in so that at last we were dancing without really moving our feet. But what did it matter? One can dance that way. One can dance a thousand ways.

Louis and Lestat's first dance, Blood Communion

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finally the wait is over

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Dance Macabre.

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know a window hate to see my ass coming

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misc doodles from twitter

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Don't look at me like that!

Soo here is the finished product, I love it.

I'm pondering the idea of a colored version, but for now i want to be proud of my progress with this one.

The flower was a pain in the ass, i think you can tell, but fuck it this style was out of my comfort zone so i like it as it is.

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vamp intel

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Mean.

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Harlequin Lestat cosplay I made. Probably going to enter it into my first ever masquerade! If I do, I'll post about the experience