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[oulthentic]

some santiago drawins from June, 2024

[cece693]

Day 1 of asking you for 2022 lestat to crash out over you and be petty

Hi, so first of all, I did see your asks and I would've replied but I've been so busy. You weren't very specific with the request (original one) so I created something simple yet captures Lestat being petty. And what else can arise that then being overlooked, not given the attention he deserves. So, with that in mind, enjoy!

Chosen Company

pairing: lestat de lioncourt x gender neutral reader tags: lestat doesn't do well without attention, jealousy, reader is humoring him, not much tension or conflict, fluff

The scent of blood and rose water still clings to his coat when he bursts through the grand doors, silver-blue eyes narrowed and cold. You’ve seen Lestat de Lioncourt in all moods, a spectrum as broad as the night is long, but tonight he’s an exquisite storm of petty jealousy. His blond hair catches the flickering candlelight as he stalks toward you, every step a silent rebuke. He’s just come from one of his capricious outings: music swirling, mortals fawning, the usual. You can practically see the remains of his last performance in the elegant sweep of his shoulders, the subtle nod of his chin. It’s all arrogance and enthrallment—his favorite illusions, meticulously cultivated. But when he looks at you, his confidence falters for just an instant, replaced by a bitterness he’s not even trying to hide.

“Do you allow just anyone to command your attention?” he demands. There’s that bright, biting sneer at the corner of his mouth. One could almost call it a pout.

Confusion, or perhaps patience, stills your tongue at first. Perhaps he caught you conversing with someone else earlier—maybe it was the mortal who just moved into the townhome next to yours, or an old friend stopping by. You hardly recall the moment yourself, but the memory clearly sits like a dagger in Lestat’s chest.

“You disappeared for hours,” you say with careful calm, arms folded across your torso in a neutral stance. “I didn’t realize I had to remain in stasis until your triumphant return.”

His eyes blaze, a swirl of moonlit frost and contained fury. “I am never gone for long,” he retorts, stepping closer. His very presence seems to draw the darkness around him, pulling the shadows in. “And yet, in my absence, you seem to find new amusements, new distractions that tear your attention away from me. It’s unthinkable.”

You suppress a laugh, because at this moment, Lestat is the definition of theatrical indignation. “Are you truly that upset or are you just bored?”

He scoffs, the sound low and dangerous. “I’m beyond boredom. What I am is insulted.” His voice dips to a near growl, though he doesn’t break your gaze. “I have endured centuries of love, betrayal, heartbreak, delight, and fascination—and still, I expect the slightest loyalty from those I choose to indulge with my company.” There it is: the arrogance, that magnetic self-importance. But you also see the longing, the vulnerability he tries so desperately to disguise. Lestat’s entire ego is a fragile glass figurine he guards with tooth and claw, deflecting cracks with biting comments and brazen postures.

“Have you considered that I’m allowed other connections, Lestat?” you ask softly, with a direct calm that finally takes him aback.

He tilts his head as if amused by a puzzle. Then he steps closer, intruding on your personal space the way only a being like him could—seductive, imposing. You sense the faintest tremble in him, a flicker of some deeper emotion. “It’s not an unreasonable notion,” he concedes in a whisper. “But I prefer you as my chosen fascination.” He says it like a term of endearment. You can feel the swirl of his presence weigh heavier, as if he is attempting to stake a claim.

Your brow lifts. “You can’t force that.”

A quiet laugh, rich and melodic, slips from his lips. “Oh, can’t I?” he nearly purrs. “I seduce centuries. I captivate the ages. I inspire what mortals call love—” He cuts himself off, inhaling as though even he knows his hubris is rising to comedic proportions. “But you are different. You want more than pretty words and illusions, don’t you?” You don’t give him the satisfaction of an answer just yet. Instead, you let the silence stretch until you see the slightest flinch in his elegant composure. It’s your gentle, subtle power—delivering him the vulnerability he so often avoids.

Finally, you lift a hand and brush your fingers across the collar of his coat. The rose water scent is still there, mingling with the faintest hint of copper. He’s spent the evening as Lestat so often does—culling admirers, tasting what the world has to offer. Yet here he is, facing you with that raw mixture of wounded pride and longing.

“Next time, you might stay,” you suggest, your voice barely above a whisper. “Or at least tell me where you’re going. It’s a little easier to miss you when I know you’ll come back with fewer dramatics.”

His eyes search yours, taking in every flicker of your expression. His self-assured posture softens, just enough that you see the man behind the centuries-old mask. “You want me to be civilized.”

“I want you to be genuine,” you say.

He sighs, a dramatic sound meant to convey a thousand woes. “Genuine is not my specialty, mon amour. Though perhaps with you…” He trails off, reaching carefully for your hand. The tension in the air still hums, a taut string that might snap with one wrong word. You let him take your hand, neither of you speaking until the quiet passes a threshold of acceptance.

“Stay, then,” you finally murmur. “If you’re finished being upset.”

A faint, nearly contrite smile curves his lips. “Only if you promise never to entertain your neighbors when I’m gone,” he teases, voice still laced with jealousy. He holds up a hand in surrender when you arch your brow. “Yes, yes, I know—your independence is an unstoppable force.”

You can’t resist a small smile of your own. Lestat de Lioncourt is maddening, vain, and prone to fits of melodrama—but beneath it all, he is as hungry for genuine affection as anyone you’ve ever known. And tonight, in this single moment, you can indulge that hunger. He leans in, breath ghosting against the shell of your ear. “I will try not to be so…dramatic next time.”

“Now, that is a promise you cannot keep,” you murmur. A laugh—a warm, heady sound—escapes him, and for a moment, the tension eases. He may be pettiness incarnate on occasion, but you see the faintest glimmer of true tenderness behind the facade.

[squirrellypoo]

Last night my friends surprised me with a Lestat cake they DECORATED THEMSELVES! Seriously, look at this work of beauty!!?

My birthday’s not til Tuesday, and his crotch was delicious, thank you. 😌

[bloodofakashainme]

I just wanna say that

[slothliart]

Angelic Claudeleine 🙏

Prints!

[softstrawberrycreamcake]

[debdarkpetal]

The story behind this photo is really cute! ❤

[auchaczer]

can’t wait to see my beautiful fucked up evil princess soon!!! <3

[soliloqueeer]

Main inspirations: Velvet Goldmine, Maneskin, Robert Plant, Freddie Mercury, Mick Jagger, Brian Eno, Iggy Pop, etc.

[itstweeds]

Some cat Lestat and Louis interactions inspired by Chinxes' ( @sharkthinker )adorable fic where Lestat is cursed and transformed into an orange cat!

Fic link below if you'd like to read it! It's a 3 part fic and part 3 should be uploaded soonish 🥰

[apfel-saft404]

quick drawing of armand!!

[alernun]

5 of my Favorite Devil's Minion/Armandaniel Fic Authors and Why (In No Particular Order)

I read (and write) an unhealthy amount of Devil's Minion/Armandaniel fic, so I thought this little list was long overdue. These are the authors I find myself returning to again and again, or who are writing some of my fave WIPs right now. 1. Author: Tei on AO3 ~ @bloodripelives here on tumblr Favorite Fic by Them: Acts of Collusion Why I'm Obsessed: Some of the best BDSM I have ever read, and some of the only believable tertiary Danlou I've seen in the fandom. The atmosphere is deeply erotic, almost cloying, and you get the sense that when Louis punishes Armand, it's a healing thing for both of them - a real shot at redemption and cleaning the slate. 2. Author: AnimalCeramics on AO3 - @animalceramics here on tumblr Favorite Fic by Them: Blanket of Night Why I'm Obsessed: Too few people write true horror between these two. This is some of the best psychological horror/suspense horror AND erotica I've ever read full stop. *SNL Guy* It has everything!

3. Author: Thunder_Puss on AO3 - @pickingbelovedoffthesofa here on tumblr Favorite Fic by Them: Lie Back and Let Me Unlock You Why I'm Obsessed: I gotta admit. Cannibal mafia human AU was a hard sell in the summary. But I was IMMEDIATELY sucked in by the BEST scummy young Daniel I have ever read, and a truly insane, vulnerable, beautifully broken Armand. Plus she SHATTERS the Overton Window like you NEVER know what's gonna happen and I love that. 4. Author: Nikocat on AO3 - @nile-the-empathy-cleric here on tumblr Favorite Fic by Them: Ego Death Why I'm Obsessed: Quite simply, this 'Armand goes to art therapy' fic is literature. It has helped me process my own trauma and think about things I experienced in new ways. The world of it is expansive, and Nile NEVER takes the easy way out narratively. 5. Author: GrayGiantess on AO3 - @graygiantess here on tumblr Favorite Fic by Them: Camboy Molloy Why I'm Obsessed: Usually when you see an escort fic in this pairing it's hot young Armand being the escort. I LOVE that it's Old Maniel, and the beautiful details of their budding romance/crackling chemistry in this fic have me consuming every new chapter like fat lines of Louis's coke. Obviously not an exhaustive list. I'll do more of these little listicles as I have time. What are some of your faves?

[squirrellypoo]

I made an Interview with the Vampire font

As testement to my mental illness and 30+ year obsession with these vampires, I went and made a font from the lettering used in the tv show.

I've never made a font before, but I'm proficient in Adobe Illustrator, so after hunting down all the letters in the credits (in both weights!), I hand traced all the glyphs, and aligned and trued the various points. That actually wasn't too bad - the more time consuming part was creating from scratch all the symbols and numbers that weren't included in the credits at all (and I'm pretty happy with everything but the @ symbol tbh!)

It's a captal-only font, with the default being the thick version, and if you install the additional RueRoyale-Thin.otf, you'll get the thinner version in all caps, too.

Because I had a bunch of the ornate lettering and the little Immortal Universe logo already vectorised for vinyl cutting, I added those in as easter eggs, too. I've tried my best to included all the accented upper case characters for the foreign fans, but I've probably missed something, and I had to stop somewhere... If you see something horribly wrong though, please tell me in the comments.

You can download the font (2x .otf files, at under 1MB total) here.

This is a fan-created font, for fans to use FREE OF CHARGE, so I'm hoping that keeps AMC's lawyers off my tail. If you use it and want to credit it, please link back to the original tumblr post here in case I need to make any updates on it. Enjoy! ❤️

[bloodofakashainme]

THE LOUSTAT MARRIAGE KISS WASN’T SCRIPTED. I REPEAT — THE LOUSTAT MARRIAGE KISS WASN’T SCRIPTED.

EVERYBODY, WAKE THE FUCK UP🚨

[slothliart]

A smiling Louis 🥰

[junossay]

Reminder that this artwork still exists and l will not shut up abt it!!

Full:

It was also made for Delainey Hayles fanbook!