#iwtv 2024

[gvnchyno2]

when you couldn’t prevent it <333

[lovelandfrogmansupporter]

Y’all I really thought it was a stretch when I heard the theory after season one aired that Alice wasn’t real and Armand planted those memories in Daniel’s head but consider my head officially tinfoil hat covered- Armand erased years of memories in Daniel’s head of his relationship with Armand and he had to replace it with something. “You feel freer to hold her hand in Paris. Why is that?” Yeah exactly. Why is that? Why would it make a difference that they’re in Paris? Unless it wasn’t a memory of his relationship with a woman, it was a memory of 1970’s Daniel feeling more comfortable holding hands with a man in France than in the U.S. “She said no when Daniel proposed” evoking the same grief in Daniel’s expression brought on by Armand refusing to turn him into a vampire and living a life together I am telling you right now that motherfucker, that motherfucker back there is not real that woman is not real

[muadweeb]

shrines for his siblings ......im going to be sick

[hapireads]

jacob anderson and sam reid for associated press interview

[haflacky]

Kiss but please don’t bite

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[vildo]

My taste in men

[thoughtsandfiction]

"God?! Are we looking for God, Claudia??!"

Louis belittles Claudia out of pettiness and anger, but the statement has a biting edge to it because, for all his protestations, Louis has his dark "God." Lestat's entry into Louis's life is almost biblical. (He reached down from heaven and rescued me; he drew me out of deep waters........the LORD supported me. He led me to a place of safety; he rescued me because he delights in me.- Psalm 18:16-18). Louis (freely??) turned away from his life and gave it to the higher power of vampirism and immortal love. Lestat gave him a doctrine to live by-that he fell short of- and that provided the questions, struggles, and shames of his new existence. He has betrayed "god" through his acts, but "god" has not abandoned him. The covenant made in that burning bloody church remains ("Be my companion Louis...For all eternity"). For now, it must be upheld in the spirit until the flesh returns.

“It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed."- Deuteronomy 31:8

Hallucistat/Dreamstat is Louis's guilt, his love, his self-hate, but he is also Louis's faith. He is keeping the covenant. We know that his nihilistic declaration that "Nobody's watching, Nobody cares," is a lie. We know that ,in his mind, Lestat cares. Lestat is watching, Lestat is passing judgement, and Lestat is awaiting the moment of Louis's happiness to strike down with righteous vengeance. Louis awaits the moment of his resurrection with fear, but he knows it's coming. For even dark gods must return to their faithful.

Watching Claudia light up as Daciana describes the future they could have, the hope as the dream is painted for her, the jaded woman we've been watching throughout the episode disappears and she's like a child again, which makes the heartbreak that follows so much more devastating. When Louis makes his impassioned speech of commitment, that child is who hears it. Romania has broken her down and brought her to a place where she has to allow herself to trust him again, to let him be enough because he's all she has. Likely, all she'll ever have. And some part of him pities her for that because she's trusting in a lie. It will never be just her and him, him and her. She will never be enough. Louis has 'god', and his 'god' is ever present.

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[m0chisenpai]

Accessorize

˚｡⋆ lestat de lioncourt x black!fem!reader

in which Lestat and his little muse have a preshow ritual

Lestat picked you up in the beginning of his rise to fame. He heard you sing, and needed your voice. Over the screeching fans, he heard you sing to his song, and knew that your voice would be heard for centuries to come. The following day he would send one of his agents to pick you up from your hotel room. “Mr Lioncourt wants to negotiate a contract with you ma’am”

You were quick to deny it, but when they showed you the paperwork and pay you were going to receive, the thought of working for a tempered immortal that could snap you in half like a twig was the least of your worries.

They provide you with accommodations and cover all expenses to move you from your home state to California where he had already begun working on his next single.

You started working in back up vocals something you were already used to, but two recording sessions later and Lestat demanded your voice be on the song with him alone. He waved off the three singers demanding you were to stay. You could feel his eyes like a weight upon you as you read the lyrics in front of you over and over. Rock was the last thing you’d expect to do, could you even do it?

But you have little time to prepare before the sound engineers voice echoes in your ears, “whenever you’re ready!”

The song is something new, not necessarily metal or hard work. But you close your eyes and begin to hum lowly into the mic, whispering the lyrics into the mic until the song turns off. When you sang in the recording studio, his eyes remained on you unblinking.

Finally you break the silence speaking into the microphone for both men to hear. "Was that good for you, Mr. Lioncourt?" you tilted your head. He smirked pressing a ring clad finger to respond.

"Perfection, cherie" he can see the delicous shiver tingle down your spine. The song was a hit, no doubt the man was a musical genius, but he had to credit you as well, Your voice was the missing piece.

This new life was something new, something better. Who were you to deny it? You were making thrice more then you could ever in your life time. Add your new immortality? You were untouchable. You had an immortality lover, maker, companion, whatever he chose to label it by your side. Had Lestat known there was this new side to you with the Dark Gift he would have bestowed it upon you the year he began working with you.

You took to your thirst and instincts like a duck to water. Prowling the nights with your costar. Taking groupies back for meals. Walking red carpet appearances, and doing interviews in the most bold outfits.

You were made for this, made to be with him.

The tabloids and networks were reporting on the chemistry you two had stage. Were you a couple? No you were more than that. You and Lestat completed something in one another.

You sat beside him on the tour bus. It was designated just for you two and tinted windows protected you both. Your fingers scrolled on Instagram, reading the latest highlights and news from your last performance. In the high and rush of pre performance jitters, you bit him.

And the fans noticed it immediately as Lestat popped his jacket open proudly displaying it, and the smeared blood painting your lips making you look like a goddess on stage.

Tonight was an interview, and whoever it was peaked Lestat’s attention enough to get just the two of you on camera.

"It seems your previous work has begun to fade," Lestat sits up a bit on his elbows, his curly waves fall behind him. And he flashes you a fangy smirk. The bites you bestowed him have in fact begun to fade.

“Who are we to deny the people what they want,” you snicked, tossing your phone beside you.

Your crawl to him like the little minx you are are. Kissing your way up his stomach. Your first bite is just where his heart would be beating, and you take a small drink from the wound. You press kiss after kiss landing another biting right in his neck.

That's where you begin to feed, getting drunk off the ancient taste of him. He surrounds and intoxicates you. He’s panting and digging his nails into your hips, he always loved it when you fed from him.

When you are full you pull back, chest heaving and pupils wide like his own. You both would be late, using this time to satiate another hunger.

When you;ve arrived you are walking on cloud nine with your beloved, your manager in front of you both. Lestat holds your hand as you both enter the studio., guiding you like you are royalty.

Two seats are situated side by side but he immmediately pulls you atop his lap. Ignorong the staff member who fumbles to fix the set up.

Your nose crinkles at the chalice beside you. The blood smells foul. Lestat sees the distaste on your face, "my muse won't be drinking that."

A woman approaches him with a make up brush that he immediately moves away from.

“Do I look like I need you?” His sneer deterred the makeup woman immediately who moved to you.

“I touched up on the bus.” Your smile sends her away with blushing cheeks. They move to mic you both up, doing their best not to brush on the vampire. But their eyes do catch the fresh bite on his neck and the one just barely peaking on his chest.

“Can we uh…do you need to get that checked? Or covered?”

“Oh I think you know the answer to that,” you eye your work in pride, and Lestat smirks up at you. Perhaps he ought to give you a matching one.

[hamletshoeratio]

This time, I won't save your life... I'm the quiet you've been longing for... Thoughts are being thunk...

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Louis: "Oh no, I actually lied uhm, his hair was actually kinda a bit longer, but I was p!ssed off at him at the time, so I tried insinuating my ex had short hair as revenge.. I mean I should've gone all the way to lie that he was bald but hmm I still love him and wanna rail him so I was slightly kinder to him in the descriptions about it so yeah, anyway, we need to do this whole interview again because I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wronged him the first time in respects to giving him a few inches less hair initially in my description and the finer details were ~bothering~ me every single night, oh and "idk" if it rained still but I'm never going to reveal the truth about that one so yeah, anyway, no gay qween bob happened."

Daniel Malloy:

[lestatthevamp]

Never change Louis de Pointe du Lac

[gvnchyno2]

The Vampire Armand 1998/2024

[jsuisunptitsucre]

I just love that 😂

[mrc3ntipede]

more of iwtv!

[lestatitties]

[fanwarrior-suffering]

🦇 San Fran Louis 🦇