#AMC's Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire

[anyfire]

interview with the vampire, season 1 episode 1: "in throes of increasing wonder" / anne rice, "queen of the damned: part I, chapter 2 - the short happy life of baby jenks and the fang gang"

[myovin]

Interview with the Vampire 🩸

[savagewildnerness]

“I saw Claudia in an impossible afternoon light she could never survive in. Claudia as Madeleine perceived her. Resplendent. Rendered even more beautiful by her beholder. And I knew then, with all certainty, she would be a better companion to Claudia than I ever had.”

[evie-doesnt-write]

Thinking about transgirl Claudia… The way girlhood is denied to her and she is mocked, ridiculed, looked down upon and demonised for her desire for it and her attempts to attain it, and is denied of it time and time again because the world around her dictates that it is not her ‘nature’. Her relationship with a body that she feels isn’t right for her, that doesn’t reflect who she is on the inside, who she knows she is. The way even those closest to her will often treat her according to their perceptions of her. Something to be said about her experience as a woman of colour living in a society that idealises whiteness, with standards of womanhood reflecting such. Claudia who consumes blood but will never bleed her own….

[thevampclaudia]

Loustat in poetry quotes

I’m having big feelings about them again *shoves this at you and runs away*

[junossay]

Couple of strange Armand studies cuz l don't draw this Bratticelli much

[delioncourtss]

Looked down the tube carriage and made eye contact with Assad Zaman how is everyone else’s day going

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Why do I keep being called purely a "show fan" when I post about the books, the Queen of the Damned movie, and the IWTV movie as well LOLLLLL, also why is that even an insult if someone is. We all don't immediately have to be devout to every version, there's lots of new fans! I've been following this whole thing for 13+ years, which goes beyond the shows beginning, but there's people who have enjoyed it longer. No one is better nor worse, longer or shorter, or if they like one or more versions.

[cece693]

Day 3 of lestat pleaseee

Forever Muse

pairing: lestat de lioncourt x male human reader tags: lestat is readers muse, mentions of Claudia and Louis, thoughts of turning, lestat has a crush, no specific lestat was used for inspiration (can be seen as either the movie or show timeline)

The studio reeked of turpentine and linseed oil, a fragrant cocktail that clung to the air like an old, familiar ghost. You were accustomed to it, the scent of creation and frustration blending into one. Yet tonight, it seemed to mock you, curling into the corners of your mind as you stared at the canvas before you.

Another failure.

Lestat sat in his usual spot by the window, moonlight spilling over him like liquid silver. He was effortlessly ethereal, a living contradiction—sharp angles and soft curls, danger and beauty woven together in a way no mortal hand could replicate. You had tried, God knew you had tried, to capture that allure. The piercing eyes, the self-assured smirk, the way his every movement seemed to command the world to revolve around him. And yet, every brushstroke fell short.

He knew it, of course. How could he not? Lestat always seemed to know everything, even the thoughts you dared not voice. His lips curled into a faint smile, equal parts amused and indulgent, as he watched you pace back and forth like a caged animal. “It’s not fair,” you muttered under your breath, glancing at him. “You sit there looking like some fallen angel, and I’m supposed to, what? Summon the divine with paint and canvas? It’s impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible, mon cher,” Lestat replied, his voice a lilting melody that sent shivers down your spine. “You just lack the proper inspiration.”

Your brush hovered in midair, a sigh escaping your lips. “Oh, I have inspiration,” you said, letting your gaze linger on him. “What I lack is…God, I don’t know. Skill? Luck? Whatever it is that would make this look even half as good as the real thing.”

Lestat’s laughter filled the room, rich and warm, and for a moment, it dulled the edges of your frustration. “You flatter me,” he said, standing with the grace of a predator and crossing the room to stand behind you. He peered over your shoulder at the painting, his proximity making your pulse quicken. “But you’re wrong, you know. You underestimate yourself.”

You glanced at him, your brow furrowed. “What are you talking about? Look at it. It’s lifeless.”

Lestat tilted his head, studying the work with a critical eye. “It’s not lifeless. It’s longing. There’s a difference.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you masked it with a scoff. “Longing? For what?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to face you fully, his gaze locking onto yours. There was something unreadable in his eyes, a depth that made you feel like you were teetering on the edge of an abyss. “Perhaps that’s a question you should be asking yourself.”

The words lingered between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. He had you ensnared, as he always did, with a power that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying.

The truth was, you had spent months trying to capture him on canvas because it felt safer than admitting the truth to yourself. Lestat was your muse, yes, but he had also become your obsession. You found yourself craving his presence, his voice, his laughter. And yet, there was something about him that felt just out of reach, like chasing a shadow in the dark.

Unbeknownst to you, Lestat found your company equally intoxicating. Your studio had become a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the storm that raged within his home. Life with Louis and Claudia had grown tense, every conversation teetering on the brink of an argument. He could feel their resentment festering, their plans forming in the shadows. It was only a matter of time before they turned against him.

And so, he sought solace in you. There was something refreshing about your presence, your unfiltered frustration, your raw vulnerability. You didn’t tiptoe around him like so many others did. You challenged him, fascinated him. For the first time in decades, Lestat felt truly seen.

The thought had crossed his mind more than once—to turn you. It was a selfish desire, he knew, born out of his fear of losing you. But there was also something else, a darker longing that he couldn’t ignore. You appreciated him in a way Louis never could, in a way Claudia never would. You saw him, not as a monster or a god, but as something in between. And that, perhaps, was what drew him to you most of all.

“You’re staring again,” you said, breaking the silence.

Lestat’s lips curved into a smirk. “Can you blame me? You’re quite the sight when you’re brooding.”

You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks flushed under his gaze. “Well, stop. It’s distracting.”

He chuckled, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between you. “Perhaps I like distracting you,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Perhaps I like being the reason you can’t quite capture what you’re feeling.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. Lestat reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, and you felt a jolt of electricity at the contact. “Tell me, mon cher,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “If you could capture me perfectly on canvas, if you could finally get it right…what then?”

You didn’t have an answer. Or perhaps you did, but the words felt too heavy to speak aloud. Instead, you let the silence stretch between you, hoping it would be enough. But Lestat, as always, was not one to let things go. His smile turned wistful, almost sad, as he took a step back. “Perhaps it’s better this way,” he said softly. “Some things are meant to remain unfinished.”

He turned and walked back to his place by the window, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding and your mind racing. You didn’t know what to make of his words, or the way they seemed to linger in the air long after he had spoken them.

What you didn’t see was the way Lestat watched you from the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips. He had made up his mind. You would be his, in time. Whether you knew it or not, your fate was already entwined with his. And soon, the artist who had spent months trying to capture his soul would discover who truly was Lestat de Lioncourt.

[thenightling]

Interview with The vampire TV series

I have a theory... It's a weird theory mind you so bear with me. In season 2 of Interview with The vampire Raglan James is introduced. Those of us who read the books know Raglan to be The Body Thief. He tricks Lestat into switching bodies with him and than runs off with Lestat's powerful and immortal body so Lestat is forced to rely on his mortal friend, and head of the Talamasca, David Talbot, to help him get his body back. There's an odd line in season 2 of Interview with The vampire where Raglan James says to Daniel Molloy "If I had your body I'd be running The Talamasca by now." What? Why? Do the Talamasca find seventy-one-year-old Eric Bogosian hot? What does Daniel's body have to do with anything?

This awkward line was probably just to throw the hint that Raglan is the body thief but it's still an odd way to do it. Daniel, in this version of the story, seems to have an understanding of Lestat that Louis and Armand lack. This version of Daniel is intuitive and now a powerful psychic (thanks to vampirism). David Talbot was a mind reader. I'm wondering if Daniel is going to be merged with the character of David Talbot the way Ciprien Grieve is a combo of Arron Lightner and Michael Curry in The Mayfair Witches show.

I suspect if the show makes it to the Tale of the Body thief story (as they seem to want to do for season 4 or 5) that Daniel Molloy might be the one who helps Lestat get his body back instead of David Talbot. This also adds to the reasoning of having Daniel Molloy be older in this version (David Talbot was eighty) instead of just having him get the interview for first and only time. I also wonder if "Real Rashid" is the young body Lestat gets tempted with and who David Talbot's (possibly Daniel's) soul ends up in by the end of the story. This would also lead to him being re-vampirized by Lestat and could mess with the Armand / Daniel ship of the books. By the way, I'm pretty sure Louis and Armand were going to make Daniel into their fledging that night before Daniel exposed Armand's dark, dirty, little secret. That's what the special dinner was going to be, and part of why Armand turned him anyway. It wasn't spite, it was love.

[lestatthevamp]

[kink-tomato]

Some highlights from IwtV Twitter 👩‍🎤🧛‍♂️

[savagewildnerness]

One for the start of the trial!

[lexdelioncourt]

I had to, I'm sorry

[stella-grier]

they are so funny 😄