#fuck these vampires indeed

[hobermallowed]

Not a day goes by where I don’t think about Claudia’s last words in her diary.

“Diaries are friends of last resort. I have found one not made of paper and glue. Fuck these vampires.”

[cacophonylily]

Wondering if the French homophobic comment heard in the background of Louis kissing Armand in front of the Sacré-Coeur was staged or if it was some parisian dude being very very rude.

[murk888]

Aro 👉👈

I DIDN'T HAVE MY TWILIGHT STAGE IN TIME, OKAY?!? Now I watch the films while dying from laughter most of the time, their faces I can't-

MICHAEL SHEEN >>>>> 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

[if-i-look-straight-look-again]

The look Daniel gives Armand when Louis walks out like “yeah mom believes ME you’re found out dumbass” lmaooo he’s had it out for him since episode 5 when he remembered San Francisco and he’s finally getting his revenge

[ourpleprose]

I love how miscommunication plays a huge part in iwtv when it comes to constructing Lestat’s role as a villain. I constantly think about the silent and tragic chain of events in s1e6, when Louis and Claudia hug and say their goodbyes, Louis is left on the bench alone and immediately starts slipping and having suicidal thoughts. And who is there to eavesdrop and relay everything to Lestat? Antoinette.

And then Lestat proceeds to lose his mind, all off screen! He’s still mourning Nicki and now Louis too is contemplating ending it all. He then rushes after Claudia since she seems to be the only person in the world keeping Louis from the brink. Anything to avoid repeating what happened with Nicki.

[orangeoldsport]

How could they possibly go from the events of episode 5 and that whole reveal to just casually conducting the interview again?? Like jeesh the tension is going to be thick as fuck ig

[qu4kerider]

I still need Vi to see Caitlyn in her commander outfit.

yk, THE CAPE WITH HER HAIR DOWN?!?!?!!!??!!!! 😫

[sluckythewizard]

TURBO WIP ALERT

THIS IS MEANT TO BE THE 2ND PAGE OF 4 PAGES. BUT BECAUSE A WARRIOR OF MINE HAS BROUGHT ME A SUFFECIENT SACRIFICE, YOU ALL GET TO REVEL IN THIS EARLY ACCESS. NO REBLOGS THO. HA!!!! THIS IS BETWEEN ME N U CUNTS

HOPE U ENJOY THIS THUSFAR, BUT ALSO I AM TAKING FEEDBACK. DOES IT FLOW OKAY? DOES IT LOOK GOOD? LET ME KNOW

[rosesocietyy]

louis when death:

[summerscaries]

Something so real about Bev walking into Father Paul’s rectory, seeing the body and the blood and Paul sitting in the corner with it dripping from his face and her just going, “Okay, here’s the plan”

[smowkie]

lmaooo, i just got another boop ask from a blog i didn't immediately recognize, but i didn't have time to reply right away, so after checking my email (to see what the ask was) i finished what i was doing, and then like 2 minutes later i was gonna reply to the ask. except it wasn't there??? so i went to their blog via the email, and in their pinned post they have a DNI. yeah, i fit that one, i'm a proshipper.

hilarious to me tbh.

someone: oh, i love this boop game! *boops random ppl*

someone: oh shit that's an icky person *blocks and whistles while walking away*

like, idk, i'm just terribly amused by this. sorry to that person, i didn't mean to exist so you'd accidentally interact with people you don't want interacting with you.

i'm at least glad they blocked me before i had a chance to answer, because le sigh

[queen-mabs-revenge]

about halfway through this rn and am loving it even as someone who isn't really into horror (esp gory horror). bc the whole thesis of the book is tracing the peaks of splatter horror through the peaks of capitalist crises, the intro gives a gloss of marxist economic theory that is one of the best and most digestible (lmao relevant) i've ever read??? it's a really fun theory read so far which is not smth you get to say often!

[jacquestar]

clearly bro has NOT listened to any bear ghost album/ep/single. then again, nobody listens to them. i only know one mf who listens to bear ghost

jiminy(album from said band)is literally BANGER AFTER FUCKING BANGER i never skip any song from there

hmmm okay do u agree and if no, what album(s) are truly your "i listen to every song everytime" no-skips albums

[striigon]

HOW DOES YOUR STORY END?

NOT HOW YOU EXPECTED.

whoever would have thought you would end up here? certainly not you - you come from humble roots, unremarkable in the way of so many little tragedies. someone like you is not meant to stand on the world stage. you are not meant to be capable of all that you have done. they told you that from on high, didn't they? the kindest thing i can say to you, though i hope you know it by now, is this: they were wrong. your tale is a fable - a lesson in becoming. you did not ask for this, but it is nonetheless yours. stand tall, darling; heavy is the head that wears the crown, if only because it is cast in gold.

tagged by: yoinked it from myself teehee

tagging: yoouuuu

[astrxealis]

on a whim and in spite of my responsibilities i have started on making a whole 9 chapter self-indulgent fic for mr. grim reaper from the hit game 'a date with death'

[misstycloud]

Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

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