#like lestat's back! oh wait no he's not he's just in louis' head

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/nalyra-dreaming/762934616351031296/theres-something-ive-struggled-to-understand

I always wondered about what the anon asked as well. Care to share your reading?

I more or less agree with the OP's answer that it's about Louis not wanting to be connected to Madeleine, but I think the motivation is probably different?

My read is that episode is really about Louis trying to let Claudia go, and that he's acknowledging the complete dissolution of the family unit. After all, if Lestat and Louis' turning was a wedding, and Lestat turning Claudia was Lestat giving Louis a daughter, Louis knowing that Madeleine and Claudia are a love match in a lot of ways turns him into the father giving his daughter away on her wedding day. Turning Madeleine isn't about love for him, nor about having a child, it's about seeing his daughter as a grown woman ready to start her own family without him.

The acknowledgement of Claudia as an adult is not one he's ever genuinely made before - something s2 makes very clear with Claudia having to pose as his daughter again in wartorn Europe, Baby Lulu being the female diminutive of Louis, and then, even more tellingly, with Dreamstat explicitly referring to her as such - and while she's been pulling away all season and trying to force Louis into independence, it's been something he's pretty clearly very resentful of.

Madeleine though forces his hand, because Claudia finally choosing a companion splinters the last leg of their family unit for good. Madeleine is a stranger to him in the way many children's spouses are strangers to their in-laws, and Louis doesn't have Lestat to share the weight of that with anymore (and he doesn't have Lestat because of Claudia, which deepens the resentment). All he knows - which he discovers through turning her - is that she loves his daughter, and I take Louis trying to get the blood out of himself as a bitter and wounded sort of wedding gift.

He wants to give them their freedom, but at the same time the depression he experienced as an empty nester in New Orleans has already set in, he has to live with the fact that his attempt at a family has ended, and Armand's never been as satisfying to take things out on as Lestat was, to say nothing of the fact that he - as Assad put it - doesn't give a fuck about Claudia. At least Lestat gave a fuck, even if he usually gave the wrong sort of fucks, haha.

So yeah, I think it's a sort of attempt at a resentful wedding present, in a lot of ways, to try and give her this thing without being a part of it, and a real attempt to let Claudia go as his daughter.

Little does Louis know though, Claudia's the gothic heroine of this story, and she's not ever going to get out of her father's (or step-father's) house.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Tis the season: Lestat De Lion Court and Louis De Pointe Du Lac X reader

This is a silly little thing I wrote for the holidays. Sorry for barely posting, I got a new job and I've been busy.

Warnings: None I can think of

“You seriously bought a Christmas tree this year?” Lestat asks Louis, his arms folded over his chest. You’re in the other room, working on gathering out the decorations for the tree while the two of them bicker over this.

“It’s not like we don’t have the money to do this for them. I know you think it’s a waste of space and just, stupid in general but you have to understand that they’re still human and humans like to celebrate things. They don’t live as long as we do, so let’s let them enjoy this.” Louis retorts to him, shaking his head slightly. Lestat rolls his eyes and huffs a breath through his nose. 

“If we had already turned them then this wouldn’t be an issue. I don’t see why you care so much about them staying human for as long as possible. We could preserve their youth, Louis. They can have the choice I never had.” Lestat exclaims, hearing your footsteps sounding from the other room. 

You walk back in, holding a box of ornaments and beaming proudly. Louis smiles at you but Lestat doesn’t even try to hide his annoyance at Louis. 

“Some of these were from my family. I can’t wait to celebrate Christmas with the two of you this year.” You say, setting down the box on a table and taking out a few ornaments. Louis nods and gives Lestat a quick glare before he walks over and takes out a few ornaments too. 

“I’m very happy to celebrate with you this year too Y/N. I can’t wait to see what this season has to offer us.” Louis says, hanging a few ornaments on the tree. Lestat just stands and watches the two of you decorate the tree. 

“I don’t exactly see a point in celebrating this year, after you turn-” 

“If they turn.” Louis corrects. 

“Time won’t matter much and celebrating things will be less of an important ordeal to you. If you ask me, this whole thing is just excessive.” Lestat says with a wave of his hand. 

“Since when have you had an issue with things being excessive?” You ask, looking over at him as you gather more ornaments to put on the tree. Louis chuckles and Lestat suppresses a smile. 

“Well humans do have a limited time here on earth and it’s important to us to celebrate things while we can. It’s fun to decorate for seasons and maybe be a little ‘excessive’ with our celebrating. You too were human once Lestat. You should understand what it’s like to want to celebrate the small things in the world.” 

“Always so dramatic.” Lestat says dismissively as he walks over to the chase and takes a seat, watching you and Louis decorate the tree together.

“Do you remember when you used to celebrate Christmas?” You ask. Louis thinks for a moment as he hangs up more ornaments on the tree.

“Not exactly. I do remember a good amount of my life but I don’t exactly remember every detail about my Christmas as a human.” 

“Oh he’s so resistant to change I thought he’d die the first year he was a vampire,” Lestat says, stretching his arms across the couch in a flamboyant fashion, “You have to understand it took Louis decades before he would even drink fully from a human. He lived off rats and various animals, and I’m the dramatic one.” He says sarcastically. 

You chuckle and Louis gives Lestat a look. You don’t get too involved in their bickering, you much prefer to watch them bicker back and forth rather than actually engage with it. Despite their bickering back and forth, it still feels like a great Christmas season.

[prettykittycastle]

He Could Never Understand

Summary: Louis would never understand, Lestat thought. He would not get how addictive you are.

(The reader is gender-neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably of color.)

(Content Warning: missionary, some French talk, P in V)

French Translation:

Mon Amour - My love

Tu m'appartiens. Et seulement à moi - You belong to me. And only me.

Ange - Angel

Louis could never know, Lestat reminded himself as he lowered his head between your legs, his light eyes glued to your growing wetness. He had barely touched you and you were already beginning to drip onto your bedsheets. All day he had been thinking about tasting your sweetness again, and finally he was going to.

Louis mustn't know, he told himself, leaning forward and slowly running his tongue up your center, savoring the juice that was flowing from you. Groaning at the taste, he closed eyes before closing his lips around your clit, already swollen from just being looked at, and lightly sucked on the pleasure bud.

"Lestat," you moaned lightly, gripping the bedsheets.

Opening his eyes, he brought a finger to your entrance, inserting it in with no trouble and quickly curled it, knowing it would make you moan louder.

"Oh," you let out, before letting go of the bedsheet and placing your hand over your mouth.

Pushing another finger in, he sucked harder on your bud, moaning at the feel of your juices beginning to run down his hand.

Louis would never understand, he told himself, curling his fingers harder inside you, rubbing against that spongy spot that he knew would have you rolling your eyes and crying out in need.

"Lestat," you whispered, your voice sounding weak behind your hand, hoping to not wake anyone in your home. "Please."

"I want it," he told you as he's told you every night before this one and will tell you every night after.

"Okay," you said, as you have said every night before this one and will say every night after. You opened your legs wider for him, eager to feel him inside you again.

At your agreeance, he placed a soft loving kiss on your clit, like he'd done every other night, and slowly pulled his fingers from inside you, a small rumble going through him at the sight of your slick on his fingers. He quickly brought them to his mouth to suck on then undid his pants, sliding them down to the floor, before crawling onto the bed, over your body till you and him were eye to eye.

"Will it always be mine," Lestat asked you, lowering his head closer to yours, your lips almost touching each other. You could feel him positioning his member at your entrance, the head lightly teasing you.

He asked you this every time he came to visit you, and like every other time, your answer was the same: "Always yours and only yours." And with that, he entered you, your cunt welcoming him in with little resistance. As usual, he didn't care whether or not your family came into the room and moaned loudly at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, while you tried to keep your hardest to keep your voice down. Even though it had only been a few days, since last time he was in you, it felt like it had been ages since he last felt the sweet warmth of your inner walls squeezing his cock. Louis would never get it, he told himself, sinking himself deeper into you, until he finally bottomed out.

"Mon amour," He moaned, closing his eyes, enjoying the way you clenched around him at the endearment, more wetness flooding around him. You both knew he didn't mean it and that his actual 'amour' was between your legs.

As usual he waited a second, making sure you were comfortable before he slowly pulled out, then thrust back in, forcing a loud moan to escape your mouth.

You both knew this was wrong and you knew it shouldn't go on any longer (shouldn't have even begun in the first place), but there was something that kept pulling yourselves to one another. Louis and Claudia thought that Antoinette was his only mistress, but he also had you. He didn't consider you a mistress though, more like a secret love of his that unlike Antoinette, he would never get tired of.

To you, Lestat was the toxic evil thing that your family had warned you to stay away from. The type of company that they feared would corrupt you, and they had been right. They had arranged many suitors for you, ready to marry you off, but each one, you turned down. They didn't know that at night, the real suitor, the one who eagerly came through your bedroom window to talk and regularly rearrange your guts, was the reason for your refusals. You tried to explain to him that at some point you will have to accept an offer, but Lestat had told you that if you did, you would still belong to him, and you would not be allowed to have sex with whoever you chose.

I'm not fond of sharing, he had told you.

Even as he fucks you into the bed, his cock plunging deep within you over and over, you could see a certain type of fondness mixed with possessiveness in his eyes. He even fucked you like he was staking some claim on you. With every gasp and squeak he fucked out of you, his cock grazed that same spongy spot inside you, making the already burning fire inside you get hotter and hotter.

"Tu m'appartiens. Et seulement à moi." He repeated that same phrase with every thrust the closer he got. You've asked him before what it meant, but he told you that it wasn't important.

"Oh God, Lestat," You whimpered, spreading your legs wider and raising them higher till they sat on his shoulders so he could fuck you harder, which he quickly did. You didn't have to look down to know that you were beginning to make more of a mess on the sheets, even with your human ears, you could hear it clearly. Looking up at him, you saw one side of his mouth curl up in a type of snarl and you knew that he could hear it too, probably even smell it.

"Let go for me, ange," he demanded of you, lowering his head to place a kiss between your eyes, the action being a deep contrast with how roughly he was fucking you. "Let go for me."

Closing your eyes, you felt his cock hit your spot one more time, triggering a wave of euphoria going through your body so strong that you couldn't help the loud cry that you let out. So loud was your cry that even Lestat had to place his hand over yours help to muffle you. You knew that he didn't care about being too loud, but he only did it for your sake.

"Good, ange, good," he told you, still continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, his eyes almost closing at the wonderful fluttering of your walls around his cock, your juices flooding him.

It was something about you, he thought, speeding up his thrusts, your wetness and tightness finally bringing him to his orgasm. Something about you was so incredibly addictive that he couldn't let go of it, of you. At least not until he made you cum at least three more times and he came inside you a couple of more times as well.

[thequeenofsastiel]

Rewatching season 1 and I'm STILL furious that they not only had Lestat almost kill Louis, but they ruined their first flight together. For those who haven't read the books, it's at the end of Queen of the Damned. Lestat had only just acquired the power, and had never flown of his own power before. He chose to have his first flight with Louis. I'll transcribe it, for those who want to read it:

I kissed him suddenly, thrilled by the warmth of him, the soft pliant feel of his near human skin. God, how I hated the whiteness of my fingers touching him, fingers that could have crushed him now effortlessly. I wondered if he even guessed.

There was so much I wanted to say to him, to ask him. Yet I couldn't find the words really, or a way to begin. He had always had so many questions; and now he had his answers, more answers perhaps than he could have ever wanted; and what had this done to his soul? Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it.

"Do you love me now?" I asked.

He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. "Yes," he said.

"Want to go on a little adventure?" My heart was thudding suddenly. It would be so grand if--"Want to break the new rules?"

"What in the world do you mean?" he whispered.

I started laughing, in a low feverish fashion; it felt so good. Laughing and watching the subtle little changes in his face. I really had him worried now. And the truth was, I didn't know if I could do it. Without her. What if I plunged like Icarus--?

"Oh, come now, Louis," I said. "Just a little adventure. I promise, I have no designs this time on Western civilization, or even on the attentions of two million rock music fans. I was thinking of something small, really. Something, well, a little mischievous. And rather elegant. I mean, I've been awfully good for the last two months, don't you think?"

"What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Are you with me or not?"

He gave another little shake of his head again. But it wasn't a No. He was pondering. He ran his fingers back through his hair. Such fine black hair. The first thing I'd ever noticed about him--well, after his green eyes, that is--was his black hair. No, all that's a lie. It was his expression; the passion and the innocence and the delicacy of conscience. I just loved it!

"When does this little adventure begin?"

"Now," I said. "You have four seconds to make up your mind."

"Lestat, it's almost dawn."

"It's almost dawn here," I answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Louis, put yourself in my hands. Look, if I can't pull it off, you won't really be hurt. Well, not that much. Game? Make up your mind, I want to be off now."

He didn't say anything. He was looking at me, and so affectionately that I could hardly stand it.

"Yes or no."

"I'm probably going to regret this, but...."

"Agreed then." I reached out and placed my hands firmly on his arms and I lifted him high off his feet. He was flabbergasted, looking down at me. It was as if he weighed nothing. I set him down.

"Mon dieu," he whispered.

Well, what was I waiting for? If I didn't try it, I'd never find out. There came a dark, dull moment of pain again; of remembering her; of us rising together. I let it slowly slip away.

I swung my arm around his waist. Upwards now. I lifted my right hand, but that wasn't even necessary. We were climbing on the wind that fast.

The cemetery was spinning down there, a tiny sprawling toy of itself with little bits of white scattered all over under the dark trees.

I could hear his astonished gasp in my ear.

"Lestat!"

"Put your arm around my neck," I said. "Hold on tight. We're going west, of course, and then north, and we're going a very long distance, and maybe we'll drift for a while. The sun won't set where we're going for some time."

The wind was ice cold. I should have thought of that, that he'd suffer from it; but he gave no sign. He was merely gazing upwards as we pierced the great snowy mist of the clouds.

When he saw the stars, I felt him tense against me; his face was perfectly smooth and serene; and if he was weeping the wind was carrying it away. Whatever fear he'd felt was gone now, utterly; he was lost as he looked upward; as the dome of heaven came down around us, and the moon shone full on the endless thickening plain of whiteness below.

No need to tell him what to observe, or what to remember. He always knew such things. Years ago, when I'd done the dark magic on him, I hadn't had to tell him anything; he had savored the smallest aspects of it all on his own. And later he'd said I'd failed to guide him. Didn't he know how unnecessary that had always been?

But I was drifting now, mentally and physically; feeling him a snug yet weightless thing against me; just the pure presence of Louis, Louis belonging to me, and with me. And no burden at all.

That's one of my favorite scenes in the whole series, and I just wanted to share it. I hope y'all got as much enjoyment out of it as I did.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep7 Musings - Loustat Ep5 Revisited (Spoilers)

I decided to do this one first, cuz I have the least to say about it.

It was pretty clear cut and showed exactly what I expected/hoped it would: CONFIRMATION ON EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN S1--

THE FIGHT WASN'T RETCONNED AT ALL. 😤👏

Diabolical frame, cuz it's pretty much like, Welp, you're here in Europe, after I distinctly told y'all the European vampires were vicious and not to come here! VOILA! 😬

And I love how his back is to the audience, cuz this bit REALLY isn't about the performance--this is Lestat venting, talking right to Louis, even though he's clearly having difficulty meeting his gaze.

Mild way to put it, but wtvr.

There's that word again: "compromise," which Lestat blamed Louis for leading to "spite--" both Claudia's, AND Lestat's own spite towards THEM. Cuz Lestat was constantly holding back; "fought my nature, controlled my temper."

TOO EFFING BAD, you woke the sleeping effing DRAGON!

Backflip into the coffinroom, omg, I accidentally cackled. 😅

Amen! Lestat put his hands on Claudia first, now you gotta PAY!

"It will end in your death"--excuse me, Lestat?! DEATH THREATS!?

That's right, bash his head into the effing coffin! Now we know what the dent was from! Look at that blood stream! Yeah, you BETTER hold back, Lestat; take this arse whoopin!

I like how S1 focused on the blows Lestat dealt to Louis, as it was from his & Claudia's perspective; but now we're seeing more of the blows Louis dealt to Lestat as he gives his perspective. But it still shows that although Louis' fighting, he's still on the defense, cuz Lestat is often just LETTING Louis hit him--LOUIS can't AFFORD to just LET Lestat hit him, cuz "mighty...most ancient blood...godlike strength" Les will REALLY injure him whenever he does! This is NOT an even fight, even if the perspectives are now more evenly shown.

Exactly! You wanna KILL Louis!? But Lou, don't get cocky now; Les is LETTING you do all this to him, cuz he knows if he gets serious that's your behind. 😬

Bites all over Lou's jaw & neck, gosh--look at YOUR face, Louis. U_U

(I can't WAIT to read the fanfics that come out of this; they're gonna make me cry.) No, unfortunately. I don't think Louis had any intention of going anywhere, even after all that (LOUIS GOT THE DEED, that's HIS house--YOU leave!). And congratulations; thanks to you, Les, Lou wasn't even able to WALK for three effing years afterwards.

Claudia calling for her Daddy Lou, I can't. 😭 This poor baby girl has regressed to her inner child--she's so dang scared.

JUST LIKE YOU DID OUR DAUGHTER--PAPA BEAR LOUIS STOOD UP! 😤👏

I've been in this exact situation IRL, and y'all want me to feel sorry FOR LESTAT!? AFTER HE CHOKED "built-like-a-bird" Claudia and beat the mess out of her Daddy Lou right in front of her!?

Chile, the sword-cane's right there; let's get to choppin! 😤🔪🔪🔪

Apropos for Lioncourt, but that's way too good for him--take him to the EFFING SWAMP and let the GATORS feed on him! I want SWAMP KING LESTAT. 😭🐊

I'm gonna LAAAAAAAUGH, oh he's cracked and I love it! You KNOW they talked to a woman who's been in this EXACT situation.

Oh, this is every woman who talks big to her abusive husband right b4 he lands her in the effing hospital (or the morgue); we all saw the Ray Rice footage when he knocked her TF out WITH EASE when she got up in his face talking smack in that elevator. 💀

Your FATHERS temper, but this is the coven writing his lines "teased until you toppled;" they don't know about the Marquis vs Gabrielle.

THE DROP REALLY HAPPENED, THANK YOU, AMC.

It wasn't cuz Lestat was tryna spare Louis or save him from himself or protect him or whatever--LES WANTED TO BREAK LOU.

It could've been 2 effing FEET. "A hard fall, nothing more;" eff you Santiago!

Yeah, gaslight us some more whydontcha; half the fandom LOVES using that reasoning to handwave aside "abuse" when it's done to the character they DON'T like. 🙄😒 Then it's just awful takes about how Louis & Claudia deserved what happened to them and it's "karma" and it's not Les' fault cuz they're monsters & Lou bloodied Les' face.

And biting w/out consent is RAPE, clown! AR said it over & over that it's a violation of the most intimate act b/t vamps who share emotions, memories & sexual pleasure thru the blood! But watch some braindead takes use Santiago's words as gospel just to Gotcha! anyone who says anything against Louis for Ep5. 🙄😒

CRICKETS. Cuz LESTAT TRIED TO KILL LOU, just like Claudia said! "A wolf congratulated for not killing her pups"--that was scripted. But "you can't script a hurricane!" NO! That's right; set the story straight!

Look at him crying, I love how they do the blood tears effect, as their eyes get redder & redder. The sound of Sam's voice as he's crying is just making me wanna yeet myself into the sun--but it's the middle of the night, alas. U_U "I couldn't force him to love me so I broke him. What is worse than that? Crushing what you cannot own." But I thought Louis was saying "Come to me" and luring you with his wicked vixen ways~! The math ain't mathin, Santiago! 🤭

FINALLY AN APOLOGY OMFG

Claudia said it best: "Let's meet vampires WORTHY of your love!" Unworthy in NOLA, unworthy in Paris--cuz he's STILL gonna throw CLAUDIA under the bus to save Louis, and she KNOWS this.

WAY too effing late--Les had his chance to apologize sincerely the night he dropped Louis 20000 leagues from the frikkin stratosphere! Claudia DGAF, LOL. And Louis looks away from Lestat; bye Felicia!

CONTINUE.

Chile, I need SLEEP! I been up all dang day rewatching this episode & screaming at the ether!

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 4 [The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood With All a Child's Demanding] - part 2/2

- [Claudia] "We do like mortals do. We fight, we eat, we laugh, we sleep, we love. And then the phone rang last night. And all the easy times stopped." - ooof. How to destroy familial domesticity: bring back the real world.

I love, love, loooove Louis' coldness and casual cruelty at his mother's wake. And looooove the family solidarity. Oh, Daddy Lou's fighting with his sister? Time to show our fangs and have his back.

- Oooh, a Lestat and Claudia scene! Dad teaching his kid all the true, important ways to make it in the world. And accidentally making her realise some things she'll never get to have, stuck as she is as a young teenager. But the blood kinda makes up for it tho.

- "Uncle Les says I gotta practice killin' both the one and the plus one at the same time, but I came away understanding something else tonight. I can't quite put it into words, but it's like something opened up in my head, in my body. I've been 18 for 7 months now, and it's time I started acting like it."

Aaaaand there it is. Happy hunting indeed. Happy until the reality hits back...

"I've lost my appetite, I can't sleep!" - welcome to hormones. Can't say I know first-hand what you're going through but good luck. Oh, no, but this is waaay too adorable. The giggling and the skipping and the flowers and the staying on the balcony waiting for Charlie to look up...

- "Everyone in my family looks younger than their age." - yeah that's one way to put it I guess.

Aaaand exit Charlie, pursued by a terrified horse. Taking this opportunity to say a lil something about how book!vampires are basically asexual in the way that their desire and pleasure express themselves through the blood, blood drinking and blood sharing. While the show being a visual media for a modern audience decided to make human sexuality also a part of vampire sexuality, all while keeping the blood as this irresistible force and the source of everything. Don't really have an opinion one way or another, except to say, please we need more asexual representation that still shows that ace people can find and express desire and pleasure outside of sexuality.

- Lestat taking on the ugly role of teaching Claudia about control and how it's hard for vampires to make lasting connections with mortals... Parenting's hard.

- [Louis] "Vivid writer, isn't she" - I'm kinda glad we don't get Claudia's own words about Charlie's death, knowing the writers they would have given us another lyrical prose that would have made us all bawl our eyes out.

The way Daniel is visibly impacted and heartbroken reading Claudia's diaries: he is deeply compassionate. And you can't read people and write about them without a certain level of compassion and even empathy. "Anne Frank meets Stephen King" indeed.

- [Louis] "Claudia was... everything." - ouch. Break my heart, won't you. It's the way Louis is physically struggling to talk about her, the way he needs the pebbles of his zen garden beneath his feet to anchor himself solidly enough to talk about her.

- "It's funnier when they fight in French. And diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth, whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she could stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen 'Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?' Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fucking paper diary, I'm doing just fine. And how do I know that? 'Cause the first man I killed called me the devil, and the last boy I killed, the last boy I'll ever love in this world, called me an angel. So that means I'm on the right path. And that means there's so much more fun out there to have. I'm just getting started."

THE INTENSITY, DAMN.

The crescendo of Claudia's voice overlayed by the music and echoed in the angrier and angrier words. Wow, I need a minute.

Between the "losing my mind in the coffin" scene, that "madwoman in the attic walking down from the attic" scene and the "the sun is a deadly laser" scene, someone needs to give Bailey several awards. And the writing team needs these awards too.

Show!Claudia actually has a backstory, not very detailed but still there, a miserable, painful human life, 14 years of misery and pain - she had a life, she had experiences before becoming a vampire; unlike book!Claudia who was 5 when she was turned, told Louis she couldn't remember her human life before being Louis and Lestat's, and doesn't have her own narration in between Louis' recollections.

Here, the addition of the diaries to the way the story is told not only allows a third party, a third perspective that's no more and no less of an unreliable narrator as Louis' voice, but it also, and I think more importantly, allows for Claudia to speak for herself. She isn't anymore just a footnote in the messy romance of Louis and Lestat. She is her own person, in her own narrative, with her own agency and life. And that's a huge difference between the two versions of Claudia: eternally-5-year-old Claudia couldn't have her own agency, no matter that she was really 40 in a child's body, because that child's body was more of a damnation, a cage, than a teenager's body. At 14 and with make-up, fashion, body language and speech, Claudia can make herself look marginally older, and thus can reclaim some of that agency, of that control. Therefore the issue comes not from the fact that Claudia needs at least one adult to have that agency by proxy, but from the fact that she might never pass for older than 18 and will be taken advantage of. As we'll soon see.

Also she was right, last boy she loved, but not last person, we stan a bisexual murder deranged queen.

And I did tell Lestat, that roof window is a structural failure.

Well, welcome to the Claudia show. That was one hell of an entrance. Crowd's seated for the next part, "Claudia goes Wild party in the Mississippi".

episode 1 | episode 2 | episode 3 | part 1 | episode 5 | episode 6 | episode 7

[cbrownjc]

Hi, Fun question I had while waiting for episode 6

Do you think Lestat, Daniel, Armand and Louis would like the twilight movies? Why and to which character would they relate the most?

Have a nice day!

Hi!

Well, first I should admit to you that I don't like Twilight. I've always disliked it since I read the first book before the first movie even came out. (And that is the only book in the series I've read BTW, though I have seen all 4 films -- only the first one in theaters though). So I actually don't know how objective I can be about this question . . . but I'll try. 🤔

And oh, you know what? I think Anne Rice herself commented on what Lestat and Louis thought about Twilight in a Facebook post back in the day, even though I don't have a copy of it. Which probably has a nicer reaction to it than I would give them about it. Or, at least what their book versions think about the series.

But I'm assuming you asking about the show versions of the characters and what they think, and with that? Well --! 😈

IMO, Lestat, and Louis both would find the whole movie series mostly hilarious IMO, just like they did Nosferatu. I can also see Lestat needling Louis a little bit wrt the whole "Bella has visions of Edward" thing if Lestat knows about Louis having visions of him during his first few years in Paris, and Louis being annoyed by that and insisting it was a totally different thing when it came to him -- given that, for one he was an actual vampire at the time unlike her and "vampire bond" and all of that -- and he is nothing like Bella Swann thank you! Anyway, Lestat saves most of his snark and laughter for The Volturi however because, as far as a coven that is supposed to be the head of the vampire world, how ineffective are they!?

Louis is also the only one out of the four who's even bothered to read all of the books in the series, even the most recent ones like Midnight Sun. He thinks they are less funny than the movies, but that's more because he didn't have Lestat in his ear making comments or laughing along with him as he read them. And hey, he can admit he does relate to the "not wanting to eat humans" thing of the Cullens though, sadly, the way that works in their world doesn't in the real one. 😔 Louis also knows that if Jasper Hale was real, he would purposefully antagonize the hell out of him on sight for that Confederate Army stuff (because if you think the issue of slavery wouldn't come up at some point --!)

Armand, being the true cinephile of the group would, IMO, find the films terrible just as films. And he thinks Bill Condon fell off as a director once he did that series, which is sad because Condon's Gods and Monsters is a film he greatly likes. However, he couldn't help but wonder if Stephenie Meyer was used by some ancient vampire -- via the Mind Gift -- to write this series of stories for the mortal world that gets so much of real vampire lore so very wrong on purpose (he read the first book and that was enough); and that maybe she was used by some ancient vampires to do so to hide something from the mortal world about something that was going on in the actual vampire world at the time. He looked into that idea very much at the time and, even though he didn't find anything, he still looks into it on occasion from time to time still, years later. But look, as far as the main story itself goes, Armand gets Edward not wanting to turn Bella. He just thinks Edward went about it all wrong. And he lowkey also gets Jacob obsessing over Bella too -- but he doesn't want to look at why he does too much.

Daniel was forced to watch all 4 movies with his younger daughter -- one of the few things as a deadbeat dad he did do with her when she would spend time with him after the divorce. (Same reason he's seen all the Harry Potter movies as well.) He thinks they're okay -- not the best thing he's ever seen, but not the worst. And he weirdly understands Bella's obsession with Edward for some reason -- he even feels a kind of sympathy toward her about it, though he of course logically knows she should just get over it because it would be the healthier thing to do.

If you are a fan of the Twilight series I hope you weren't too offended by this answer to the question. Because yeah, I can't pretend to like that series, and so my answer was going to have the characters snarking and critiquing it in some way, if not just mostly indifferent about it (in the case of Daniel).

[murfeelee]

IWTV 2022 INSP - Dream!Stat

[Louis narrating]: He came by invitation. My distraction from the monochromatic landscape. The gray of an obliterated road, the gray-brown of a charred and bullet-ridden city.

Dream!Stat: Bonjour, mon amour. Louis: No. Dream!Stat: Oui. Louis: No. Dream!Stat: Is it the same question? Louis: Go away! Dream!Stat: Or do you miss me? I miss you--despite our recent unpleasantness...still missing each other. Louis: Claudia! Claudia: ???? Dream!Stat: Hmm! Four years of grim wayfaring, and still no sight of the benevolent vampire. So, how does denial manifest itself tonight? Sniffing German brandy? Louis: You're not here, I'm just f****d in the head! Dream!Stat: Quite f****d! Was she worth it? Louis: Yes. Dream!Stat: You say it like you believe it. Louis: I do! DreamStat: (mockingly) 'I do! I do, I do. I d--' Louis: STOP! Claudia: ???? Dream!Stat: Ah, but purgatory is a lovely room for music~! I have a new piece: Concerto for Gashed Throat and Orchestra. Louis: *tearing up* I'm sorry-- Dream!Stat: Don't say it again. You ruin it with remorse. It was a perfect betrayal! You gave me a death of distinction. But in answer to your question.... Yes. I'm gonna bloody kill you! Louis: If you were alive, you would've done it already-- Dream!Stat: Oh, love. I'm merely waiting until you're happy. So hurry up, mon cher. *bites Louis' throat tenderly*

– Interview with the Vampire, S02E01

MY THOUGHTS

My baby Louis was out of his frikkin mind with guilt & loneliness. 😔

Meanwhile, poor Claudia needed a effing cigarette, dealing with this dude.

Since she couldn't get Louis to light Lestat on fire back in NOLA, every puff is like her manifesting Lestat burning in heck. 🤣

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

Hi hello I watched all of carmilla in a weekend when I was 17 because a student teacher who in retrospect I had a bit of a crush on mentioned that she knew one of the actresses. also I am pretty invested in all your recent vampire stuff because I watched iwtv in 2 days last week because your edit intrigued me

oh hiiii 🫶 thank you for indulging me. thats so cool that you watched iwtv! did it live up to the expectation?

i also watched carmilla at 17! or like, 17-19. i found it when s2 had just started and followed it to the end. did something permanent to my brain but i think it was a good thing. on rewatch now im like, i was right to like this. like it's a solid show, it's good. it has its flaws obviously but it's well written, the emotional moments still get me, i can see why i liked it and i still like it now even when it's not anymore, you know, meeting every need that baby gay me didnt even know they had

what it doesnt reaallyy do though - i dont remember if i posted abt this or if i left it in my drafts but - is explore vampirism as a concept. their subject matter is more lesbianism than vampirism. which is great! thats what they wanted to do and they did it and it's very good. but reading interview with the vampire the book rn im realising how much potential vampires have to be metaphors for like so many things and i started wondering like 'wait, did carmilla just not really engage with it or did it all go over my head'. but it just didnt really engage with it all that much. which again is fine bc that wasnt what they were doing. im glad they were more about the lesbianism than the vampirism

but there's this interesting difference in framing, because in iwtv they keep calling armand 'ancient' right? and emphasising how old he is. and he's like 500? and i was like 'wait isnt carmilla like 400?'. she isnt, shes 340, but still, thats getting there, you know? and we know quite a lot about her history, but kind of just the Big Events. when she was turned, the events of the novella, coffin of blood, silas. thats sort of what we know. but none of the long lonely slog of history day to day you know? with armand i feel like we can really feel how much time everything takes. how every one of those years is made up of single days. with carmilla i dont feel that as much. i keep kind of thinking about daniel, when louis calls him a boy in the first episode, saying "im an old man, with all the triggers that come with it"

because carmilla might look 18 (or mid twenties at this point) but she has lived all that time. shes also seen her native land be claimed by like a succession of ruling powers, right? like armand. shes been buried alive, like louis. when lestat is born, shes already 80 years old, shes lived a whole human lifetime, and the entire adult part of it shes been a vampire. shes lived through 1680-1870 being a lure. i compared her to abigail hobbs in some tags on a post, i dont know if youre familiar with hannibal the tv show, but i do also kinda keep thinking about that comparison

if youre not familiar, in the first episode of hannibal the murderer of the week is this guy garrett jacob hobbs who kills and cannibalises girls who resemble his daughter. and later on it turns out she was made to be his lure. like they'd go places and he'd sent her to the victims to make friends and maybe get them back to their home or smth. not sure if they specified all the details. but that's what carmilla did for mother. and in s2 we hear from mattie that while every couple of decades carmilla had to lure victims for the fish god, she also seemed to just enjoy humans between those times, right? like the doctor, gets lonely, gets a new companion. but we've only sort of got mattie's mocking word for it ("dont eat him, hes a poet! or her, shes got such a wonderful voice. or that one, shes just too pretty to ruin"), we don't know exactly from carmilla's point of view what she was doing or why. if mattie's talking about stuff that happened after the blood coffin, 1950-now, then i think it's a fair assumption based on what carmilla says in the s1 sock puppet show that after she'd figured out what the real situation was and what her role in it was, when she'd started trying to save girls from being sacrificed, that she mightve been doing the same trying to save people from becoming mattie's victims. it's probably more likely that she was just trying to find excuses to stop mattie from sucking someone dry rather than actually having like an aesthetic based morality. but it might be a bit of both. im still trying to figure out what her philosophy actually is, like i dont know what existentialism actually means ghkfjghkj but i will

i also found it pretty striking in the movie when shes turning back into a vampire she says like "this was supposed to be done, you know? the blood lust, the self-loathing, the sleeping tied to a chair in my own bedroom". thats what defines her vampirism, wanting blood and hating yourself for it (the third part is a joke/reference to s1 but also i think meaningful for how she sees her relationship with laura when she IS a vampire. little bit of that 'she will reject me for my monstrousness' shining through). and thats what defines vampirism for lots of vampires across the genre obviously, but i dont know, it struck me. we dont get a lot from carmilla's pov, we know a fair amount about her, but the story is always told through laura. we get laura's diaries, but just snippets here and there from carmilla, what shes thinking, how shes feeling

and i love that shes a philosopher. i love that thats how she seems to try and find something to hold onto, in a world that kind of moves around her, having been murdered, kidnapped, turned and groomed to be a lure on the cusp of adulthood, never having been properly loved (the relationship with her father wasnt good she says in s3, and her mortal mother i dont think has ever been mentioned (like laura's)). the only good relationship she seems to have had for the better part of 3 centuries seems to have been mattie, and mattie seems to love being a vampire. i can imagine carmilla just sort of going along with anything mattie wants to do just because shes so desperate for that friendship. not like, against her will necessarily really. but more like, she hasnt even had the space to develop her own will, you know? and philosophy lets you do that. philosophy gives you frameworks to understand the world and to develop your own opinions on it. and by the 21st century she seems to have developed those opinions, she has a sense of her own values, but shes also still stuck in that same situation. shes jaded and cynical in the face of laura's optimism and strong moral code a lot of the time in s1 because she feels probably pretty powerless. like she does what she can to save some girls but at the end of the day shes scared of her mother and she has nowhere else to go really, right?

i like how she grapples with that over the course of the series, in tandem with laura grappling with her black and white morality. she sort of jumps ship from her mother to laura bc theyve fallen in love, but then laura still stuck in her hero thinking refuses to see her monstrous side. not literally bc i think the biological vampirism never seemed to be a problem for laura, but morally. the having murdered. carmilla needs laura to see that and love her while seeing it bc the last girl she loved rejected her for being a vampire.

but you see her kind of swing back and forth in s2. she softens first with laura but then they break up and she leans back hard into the sarcastic cynic defense mechanisms, leans hard into "im a monster, dont expect heroism from me". but thats like, it's sort of learned helplessness i think. it's powerlessness, resignation. bc morally shes not a monster. maybe she doesnt have as strong a drive to help other people as laura does and is a little more selfishly hedonistic in that she just wants to enjoy her/their life, but she doesnt hurt people for fun, she never has. she just sort of didnt have another option for a Really long time. so she pretends she doesnt care. "im a vampire, this is what i do, this is who i am". but clearly from the way she talks about it when she turns back into one, she doesnt enjoy it

and i like how she goes even further in s3, where she starts swinging even more to the heroic side, bc she sees hope. shes like "wow if we kill my mother, i'd be free". theres hope and she becomes like a lot more active. and shes like that at the start of the movie too, a lot happier, a lot more relaxed, and then vampirism is back and bam depression gfhgkjh like shes immediately more gloomy, ashamed of her past and her self, retreats into herself

sorry i just took this as an opportunity to dump all the carmilla thoughts floating in my head on you. you didnt ask fhkghgjh consider this an open invitation to you or anyone else to come talk to me about carmilla

[apoptoses]

♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em (for Armand)

and of course

☾ Sleeping habits (for Our Boys daniel/armand/louis 👀)

♟ If they like board games, and how good they are at ‘em (for Armand)

Does he like board games? Yes. Is he good at them? To the point Daniel has refused to play at times lmao

I just think he'd be the worst combination of rules lawyer but also arbitrary. Like if they're playing ticket to ride he's analyzing every move Daniel makes and denying him the ability to move a single car if it's already touched the board. You start placing your cars along a route and realize there's a better path? Too bad, you set one token down, Armand is not allowing take backs. Catan? He's ruthless, he knows the rules and will make life hell.

But he's also the kind of demon who learned about the concept of 'house rules' from drunk Daniel back in the 80s, and now the Trinity Gate monopoly nights take like seven hours because properties aren't being auctioned off and every time Lestat says anything about how this shit is unfair, he's the prince- he's forced to place $100 in the pot in the middle of the board and game drags on and on and fucking on.

Also I see him into those really complex modern board games that have like, six decks of cards, a rule book as thick as a dictionary, and need at least an hour to explain to a new player. Like wingspan or time stories. But that's fine because everyone in the household has their preferred complex game (I think Louis would dig time stories tbh) and he's down for any of them.

☾ Sleeping habits (for Our Boys daniel/armand/louis 👀)

Oh man oh man I had to marinate on this one, I have THOUGHTS.

This is a relationship configuration where Armand can sit back and be doted on and he's taking advantage of that. Like he is always always always sleeping in the middle on the nights they're all home. He just really enjoys the weight and comfort of being surrounded by the two of them but in like, two main configurations-

Armand on his back, with Louis and Daniel on their sides facing him- a fave because he gets the joy of their faces tucked up close to his cheek/neck, or a chin resting on his shoulder. ALSO because he gets the entertainment value of Louis and Daniel trying to figure out whose arm goes where like who gets to hold his waist, who gets a hand on his chest.

And it's awkward the first couple times because neither of them know if its okay if their arms brush, like what if they BOTH want their hand on Armand's chest? But after a few nights everyone is used to it, and occasionally Armand will feel Daniel's hand push against Louis' and shove it over a little just to be a pest. And Armand hears Louis sigh but he doesn't take the bait and push back like Lestat would, he just waits until the night Daniel is least expecting it and grabs his hand and holds onto it. And now they're buddies who share a bed with their shared boyfriend and hold hands and boy does that make for some interesting eavesdropping into Louis' mind for Armand.

Armand getting spooned by Louis, with Daniel on his side wrapped around Armand like an octopus- This one happens most often if Daniel is a straggler and comes to bed last. He has to lift Armand's arm, sneak in and snuggle up with his face buried in Armand's chest. And he's tall so being down this low results in his feet sticking off the bottom of the bed but that's alright, sometimes waking up with two people playing with his hair makes up for it.

And Armand likes this because he gets to feel squashed between them but his face is still out, and Louis would like it because his chin can rest atop Armand's head. Because I think both of them have some weird trauma that would lead them to wanting to be able to see their surroundings as soon as they open their eyes, and not want to feel smothered before they fall asleep. Like Louis getting buried in the wall in that coffin, and Armand's....everything. They're both a little hypervigilant as a result.

ALSO

In my heart of hearts Armand is like Lestat, a morning (evening?) person who is ready to get out of bed and go. But Louis and Daniel both like to linger in that space between death sleep and wakefulness, where they're napping like mortals and groggy.

And Daniel missed out on sleeping a full night with Armand for so long, right? Like as a mortal he'd wake up groping for Armand even though he's not there, and would wind up hugging a pillow instead.

So now whenever Armand springs out of bed alone and gets dressed he gets treated to the sight of Daniel shifting around until he snuggles up to Louis' arm and gets settled again. And Louis is so used to Lestat clinging that he doesn't even stir, he's accepted that tall blond men drooling on his shoulder is his fate ♥

[pynkhues]

Just had to tell you again( you will see the comments) how much I LOVE your writing. It's like you wrote that story for me cause it was absolutely just everything perfect I would want to read..the characterization..the tone..the story..just everything I could have asked for from a Loustat story. My only wish is that it would go on and on.

You are amazingly talented and I thank you for sharing it with us.🥰

Oh my gosh, thank you! You’re leaving me very verklempt, haha, I’m really grateful you’d take the time to both comment and send me this, it really does mean a lot. And yeah! There’ll definitely be more. I’ve almost finished a (long) fic which takes place between To Your Beacon in the Gloom and Love Me at the Ungodly Hour, so hopefully you won’t have long to wait long for another instalment in that series.

You can have the (new) opening scene, if you like ☺️

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And so Louis wakes to the weight of his lover’s head on his chest and his hand warm and low on his belly, fingers ever so slightly curled like he’d fallen asleep stroking the trail of hair there, traipsing the road to the heavy, holy thing between Louis’ legs. There’s no breath against his skin, because his lover does not breathe, yet his heart beats in a steady, heady waltz with his own, matching each other’s step across the dancefloor where their chests touch. Unexpected maybe, Louis thinks, the cloak of sleep not entirely shed, feeling where his own hands pull Lestat ever closer, encircled around him in some sleep-sought embrace, only because hadn’t they fought again last night? About nothing, about everything, bickering turned terse words, turned cold shoulders and hot mouths and bruising fingers in the privacy of the Tokyo hotel room they hadn’t left in the better part of a week. A bitterly tender or tenderly bitter hibernation not prompted by lovelorn affection but by another fight, another humiliation, at a showing at a gallery in Shibuya that Louis had been stupid enough to let Lestat accompany him to.

The thought catches. A loose thread on the ever unraveling, ever knitting tapestry of whatever it is they are to each other, and Louis inhales deeply. The smell of blood and Lestat and the aftershocks of their fucking holding somewhere still in the air above them, and he slides a hand up Lestat’s side, squeezes gently at the dip of his svelte waist, wondering if it’ll wake him, knowing that it won’t. Lestat sleeps longer, deeper than he ever did in Rue Royale, and it had surprised him in the nights, weeks, months, after they’d reunited, surprised him only more in the year since, and he won’t let the guilt of it eat him, but he knows he’s still healing. From that last, fateful night in New Orleans all those years ago, from what Armand and the Coven did to him in Paris, from seventy-seven years surviving off roof rats and house mice in a hovel he still insisted was more home to him than half the places he’d lived in his three centuries on this earth.

A part of Louis hates that it’s so useful now. Makes it something close to easy to gently tilt Lestat back in their hotel bed, slipping his own body out from beneath his miles of snowy, sinewy flesh. The sheets – damp still with sweat and come – stick cold to his back as he replaces himself with a pillow, pulling Lestat softly up onto it, sliding a hand down his smooth back to ease his front onto it, and Lestat doesn’t stir. Doesn’t shift or reach or roll over in the way a mortal might even in sleep, and for a moment, Louis just - - looks at him.

Something hallowed in the dark, hair gold as any halo spread now on the white hotel sheets, lips parted and still pink, still plush, although no longer swollen from where Louis had worked them over and over with his own the night before. His bruises have healed too, leaving his pale skin pristine as porcelain beneath the dim hotel room lights, the only evidence of their lovemak- - - fucking - - in the tacky, flaking remnants of Louis’ come having leaked out of his ass and dried at the top of his thighs as they slept, and Louis’ chest is too tight. His head throbbing, his heart - -

Outside, Tokyo’s early evening traffic thrums with urgency beneath heavy rain, and he knows if he trained his ear, he’d hear the city alive regardless with chatter and music, if he trained his nose, he’d smell the thickening, humid weather, the bay, the heady smells of gyoza and Takoyaki and tempura, cooking in spitting oil, but he doesn’t. No, what he does is keep looking at Lestat and thinking – not for the first time – that this has been a mistake. Thinks he has stayed too long here in Japan, even if it’s been just shy of two weeks. That these have been ten nights of distraction, of a heady self-indulgence spurred by Lestat’s first single – some lyrical piano ballad that explodes after the first verse into something rock operatic – running roughshod up the US charts, of gleeful abandon under neon lights and each other, and Lestat is brighter eyed than he’s been since they found each other again this century, but just as raw, just as loud, just as needy, just as desperate, and just always a lot and Louis wants - - he wants Lestat, ever and always, he wants time to himself, he wants space, he wants it all and he wants nothing, he wants too much.

And he knows that. Has known it since yesterday, since last week, since the gallery in Shibuya, since standing on the Tokyo tarmac ten nights ago and seeing Lestat across it, a lick of color against a dark, smog-filled sky, the glow of a lighthouse to Louis’ ever lost ship at sea, but Lestat was Lestat, and he wasn’t a lick of color, he was every color at once, and his lighthouse only ever took him to the rocks, and they’d fought and they’d fucked, and Louis had burned with the godforsaken angst of it all, and so he does what he’d decided he’d do as Lestat had cried too sweetly on his cock last night.

He packs his bags.

Quickly, quietly, efficiently.

Texts his assistant to organize the private jet back to Dubai, and he’s halfway out the door when he glances back at the bed one last time. Let’s himself look at Lestat one last time, suddenly impossibly young, the soft fan of his blond lashes against his cheek angelic in a way that he’s not, his body broad shouldered and narrow waisted, ass perfectly curved and full of the dried remnants of Louis’ spend – better, maybe, than any note that he could leave him, an honest parting gift for both of them – and it would be so easy, to fall back into him. To lose himself once again in the well with no bottom, but this, Louis has learned, reaching for the handle to close the door behind him, can be easy too.

[dlsintegration]

Using @iwtvfanevents's a meal to remember event as an opportunity to celebrate some of the sickos beautiful authors in this fandom 🧡 here's a list of some of my favourite recommendations, all of them Louis-centric and/or involving louis in a major fashion.

I will also be adding a song that I associate to each of them!!

🐺Leslou🐑

canon/semi-canon compliant

Pour (E) by baberainbow / @baberainbowao3: Kicking this list off with one of my all times favorite, manages to capture their voices perfectly. You'll never go wrong with one of babe's fics, they're all canon in my head 🧡

song: holy terrain - fka twigs

Glass (E) by baberainbow / @baberainbowao3: Melting just thinking about this one. I can never be free of them.

Pieta (E) by baberainbow / @baberainbowao3: Gabrielle gives lestat something he needs and gives louis something he didnt know he needed 🧡 Gabrielle is so kind 🧡

song: let go - tinashe

song: mary magdalene - fka twigs

Tides (E) by @nlbv: Tides my best friend. had to stare at my ceiling for at least 10 minutes after that one and it doesn't lose its impact no matter how much I come back to it. Masterful grasp on both louis and lestat's characterization and the toxicity that permeates their relationship.

song: tear you apart - she wants revenge

Roadkill (E) by @baberainbowao3 and @nlbv: TELL THE AVENGERS TO PACK IT THE FUCK UP. This is the most ambitious crossover of our generation. Roadkill my wife my beloved my soulmate. Read it so many times i've managed to convince myself it was canon. and it is. What is a family meant for if not for going to the circus, commiting horrifying acts of violence and making plans for the future 🧡

song: savage good boy - japanese breakfast

someone buy me roses (E) by indigostohelit: Perfect dialogue, impeccably true to their characters, illustrates louis' religious hangups and repression in a subtle funny and intimate way.

song: save a prayer - duran duran

Amour Rouge (E) by revengefrnnk: Louis exploring femininity. Big big fan of putting that man in lingerie personally. 10/10 certified s1 deleted scene to me.

song: blood and butter - caroline polachek

AUs

Reformation (E) by verseau / @greedydemands (MODERN AU): The sacred texts. We all remember where we were. 10/10 will make you go through the full range of existing human emotions. I laughed. I cried, a number of times. I sweat, I danced. I got... a shot, I ate and... I had many epiphanies.

song: heaven - shygirl / be sweet - japanese breakfast

hold me tight, & fear me not (E) by boltcutters / @wordforworldisforest (TAM LIN AU): Me when I find a beautiful fairytale book in the evil yaoi section. Read if you love beautiful writing and if you want to find out what happens to lost little lambs that stray from the path.

song: i cant breathe - gwsn

Part of Your World (E) by weathermood / @weather-mood (LITTLE MERMAID AU): I never know where to start when praising POYW, from how real and alive the world feels to the sense of tragedy permeating Louis and Lestat's entire relationship, to how much it's made me miss the sea. Oh and also the monsterfucking ❤️

song: like real people do - hozier / sea, swallow me - cocteau twins

House of Gold (E) by dirtygoldensoul / @revolution-starter : I don't usually read A/B/O fics but I love this one so much, for many reasons, the main one being how bad the family dynamics get me... Can't recommend it enough 🧡

song: work song - hozier

Like a Heathen clung to the Homily (E) by @thelioncourts (SEX CLUB AU): One of my favorite insights into Louis' internality and his lingering religious trauma, and how it still affects him, chapter 4 almost made me cry... Can't wait to see where it goes next.

song: after dark - mister kitty

🥀Loumand🎭

canon/semi-canon compliant

dirges (E) by boltcutters / @wordforworldisforest: Can't make my way into loumand territory without mentioning my beautiful wife dirges. Ziska if you read this know that you will be dealt with shortly. Loumand bed death allegation hours: CLOSED FOREVER.

song: posing in bondage - japanese breakfast

Alluvium (E) by serpenstkirts / @knifeeater: The best way I can describe Laïs' fics and how they make me feel would be to liken the experience to drowning into a lake and being grateful for the dark water filling your lungs. This fic is about eroticized latex gloves and finger sucking btw.

song: only seeing god when i come - sega bodega

vanishing point (E) by serpentskirts / @knifeeater: Motorcycle sex as religious experience. Day 67 of my campaign to get Laïs in that writing room.

song: sunset - caroline polachek / nascar - stella smyth

Selfsame (E) by @vampdf: 70s LOUMAND CRUISING ERA MY BELOVED. Number 1 on the list of the crimes Eli has to answer for. 1000/10. Died five separate times reading this. Rolin look at me. Rolin dont listen to AMC. You need this in s2. It is crucial that we get this. Louis deserves it.

song: a pill to crush - evelyn / sulk - tr/st

Prey Drive (E) by The_Lame_Goat / @iwtvdramacd18: Speaking of loumand's 70s insane bdsm practices 💔💔💔 s2 script just leaked. Is your eternal vampire marriage hitting a rough spot? Try our newest predator/prey large-scale roleplay!

song: lullaby - the cure / on the run - kelela

Mark Deep (E) by The_Lame_Goat / @iwtvdramacd18: Goat you have my blood on your hands. No added commentary needed actually. The damage this fic has done to me is irreversible. Read if you want some more quality t4t loumand insanity.

song: pang - caroline polachek

Rumpelstiltskin (E) by weathermood / @weather-mood: Most normal loumand roleplay night. Louis wakes up in a tower. I literally refuse to say anything else until you all read it for yourself and go through the sheer range of emotions I've went through when first reading it. #Their princess/captor slay is real and alive and thriving. This fic is also part of the NMHMRGPINE (No Matter How Much Rashid Gets Paid It's Not Enough) verse btw.

who is she ? - i monster / big bad wolf - shakey graves

AUs

the night island (E) by @vampdf (MAFIA AU): I don't know much but I know Armand was made to be a mob boss and Louis was made to be a mob wife. One of the most insanity-inducing byproducts of the career dom s2 teaser Armand scene(tm).

song: bitch bites dog - cecile believe

🚬Armand/Louis/Daniel📚

thy fearful symmetry (E) by mothmaiden: 70s era. One of the flrst iwtv fics I ever read. Never left my mind since. Delicious dynamics between the three of them, got me gasping and covering my mouth many times. Can't recommend enough.

song: soul control - jessie ware

Little Kidnaps in the Dark (E) by @gayvampiredivorce : The damage little kidnaps has wrought on my crops, my mental health, my friends and family can NOT be overstated. Masterful interpretation of the evolution of their relationship and dynamics through the haze of vampiric existence. Anne could never have done this.

song: when the sun hits - slowdive

Lethe series (T/E) by serpentskirts / @knifeeater: Quite simply one of my favorite series not only in that tag but in general. Every sentence Laïs writes pulls me into a dark void that I hope I'm never getting out of.

song: hopedrunk everasking - caroline polachek

🖤Lestat/Louis/Armand/Daniel💀

Good to Love / Ruthless in Love (M) by themasterletters / @brightfelon (MODERN AU): Reading Toni's fics makes me feel like im a teen again, waiting anxiously for updates and calling up all my friends to scream and , am in love with all of Toni's readings of the characters but his Louis truly gets me. That fic doesn't only live rent free in my head it's also led me places I wouldnt go to with a gun. I have seen the best minds of my generation led to madness by toni's loumand. btw.

song: career boy - dorian electra / genghis khan - miike snow

Lestat/Louis/Armand

A Potentiality for Corruption (E) by @vampdf: The thing is. I can't talk about Eli's fics without talking about Potentiality. However. Talking about Potentiality also happens to send me into a state of delirious hysterics. Daphne Du Maurier found dead in a ditch. Charlotte Brontë shaking and crying. Guillermo Del Toro found jobless. There's a new Gothic classic in town.

song: ptolemaea - ethel cain

[i-arch-my-backula]

Immortal Lovers chapter three

Hello everyone, sorry about the delay in getting this (and any) writing out. Everything with the election and also some personal family stuff got in the way. Anyway I hope to have another chapter for this fic out by Christmas or even sooner. Also this chapter has some smut at the very end that isn't super important. But otherwise the rest of this chapter is sfw.

Content Includes: Google translated French, anal sex, oral sex, M/M/M threesome, reader is a bottom

‘You don’t have to act around us cheri’ The words echo and bounce around in your mind, creating this endless chatter with all these other words filling your head. You visited Louis and Lestat four days ago but you haven’t stopped thinking about them since. They haven’t tried to reach out and you haven’t either. If they really could read your mind then they know by now what you are. 

“Are you alright?” Mary Ann asks, looking at you from across the table at the restaurant where the two of you are sitting. You hum and raise your brows while looking at her. She still doesn’t know that you’re attracted to men, but you don’t know if you’ll ever build up the courage to actually tell her that. You just sip on your coffee and flash her a smile. 

“Oh yes I’m fine. Just had to work late last night ironing all these suits for my boss.” You say with a chuckle. She smiles back and nods her head, sipping on her own tea. 

“Well I heard there’s a performance happening soon. This wonderful singer is coming all the way here from New York. Well she’s going around the whole country but she’s coming here and performing for a couple of nights. She’s a jazz singer and I’ve heard she’s phenomenal.” Mary Ann says, setting down her cup and looking around at the people walking by this cafe during a cool afternoon. 

“We should go see her perform then. What’s her name?” You ask, pulling out a pen and a small slip of paper. Mary Ann fishes inside her purse and pulls out a flier filled with tour dates and names of cities. 

“Her name is Julia Scott. She’s coming here in a couple of days and I think they’re already selling tickets for her show, down at the theater she’ll be singing in.” Mary Ann says, handing  you the flier. Taking it from her hand you write down the date and theater the show will be taking place. You smile and hand her back the flier. “We should probably get the tickets early so we aren’t stuck waiting in a long line for hours only to not get to see her or something. 

“Can you buy tickets early? I wasn’t really aware you could do that.” You say, drinking more of your coffee, wiping off your mouth with a napkin. Mary Ann nods her head and folds up the flier, putting it in her pocket book. 

“At least that’s what I heard you can do with this show. I’m not too sure about other things but for this you can get tickets in advance. But I think you can do that with other things too.” She says, sipping more of her tea before setting down the cup. “I think rich folks do it all the time with the opera and plays and whatever else they watch instead of working.” She says with a chuckle, making you chuckle too. 

You feel a pair of eyes on you, ones that aren’t Mary Ann’s. Looking around the cafe you don’t see anything unusual. Some people smoking, eating, drinking coffee and tea. One man has his face hidden behind a newspaper. But he’s just reading it. What’s so strange about that? You look away from the crowd and go back to speaking with Mary Ann. 

“We should go do that. Get those tickets for her show, maybe even see a silent film while we’re at the theater. I have some errands I need to run too and I don’t feel like doing them alone if you want to tag along with me for today.” You say, pulling out a couple dollars for your coffee and Mary Ann’s tea. She smiles and stands up, finishing off her tea. 

“Oh that sounds great. I’d hate to waste today being alone. Being a librarian I spend enough time alone as it is. I’ve probably got more dust in my lungs than I do actual air.” She jokes, pushing in her chair as you push in yours, the two of you leaving the cafe, the man reading the newspaper folding it up and setting it down on his table. 

Making your way through town you stop at a grocery store, picking up more razor blades for your shaving. You pay the cashier your couple of cents and Mary Ann keeps the razors in her purse as the two of you head back out into town. 

“Do you need to get anything done today? Get your permanent wave set again or something?” You ask, giving her a small grin. She rolls her eyes and scoffs. 

“Being a woman in today’s society is hard enough as it is. Can you really blame me for wanting to keep myself looking as presentable as possible? Especially when a friend of my mothers runs a beauty salon and she gives me a discount when I go in to get my haircut and nails painted and permanent waves? Getting these curls is such a difficult task, I don’t understand how anyone can do it on their own unless they’re a hair stylist.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

You just laugh and pat her shoulder, shaking your head a little. 

“I didn’t mean to be rude, Mary Ann. I’m sorry that I made you upset. But can you really blame me for teasing you just a little bit about just how much you care about your appearance?” You ask, your tone is still light and a bit giggly. She shakes her head and slaps your arm playfully. 

“I swear that you’re going to make my hair turn gray Y/N.” She says. But soon the two of you reach the theater you were speaking about earlier and you go up to the box office, getting two tickets for Julia Scott’s performance, and two tickets for a film. You walk inside and sit down together in the dark quiet theater, enjoying the movie. 

When you emerge from the theater the sun is starting to set. But that doesn’t stop the two of you from keeping up this day of fun. So the two of you set out into a park, talking about the movie you saw. Then, once you two run out of things to say about that movie, you go onto talking about life. 

“So not to brag or nothing, but you know that my father is a big business man. He’s business partners with this other man on this new automobile company. You’ve seen them being driven around town everywhere and stuff. And because he helped me get myself a job I’m thinking about buying myself a home.” She explains to you, pushing her scarf over her shoulder.

“Really?” You ask, she hums in response and nods her head. “So you’re really serious about buying a home here Mary Ann?” You ask again, putting your hands in your coat pockets. She beams widely and nods her head, slipping on her gloves.

“Why yes I am. Now I know they won’t exactly just let me buy it, because I’m a woman, but I can assure you that my father is going to help me with this. I’ve already found the most wonderful little house, nothing huge but for my first home of my own it’s going to be great.” She says in a chirpy tone, adjusting her gloves. You chuckle and nod your head, looking around casually at the park around the two of you. 

“Well I wish you the best of luck with this little endeavor of yours. I need to save up for a couple more years before I can even start to come close to-” You cut yourself off, hearing something behind you. Footsteps, nothing wrong with that, nothing out of the ordinary with that. But it’s just you and Mary Ann out here, you haven’t actually seen anyone else out here for you don’t know how long. 

“Is everything alright?” She asks, looking at you with raised eyebrows. You keep listening to the sounds of footsteps. You’re walking, you can hear that. Marry Ann is walking, you can hear that. Then there’s another person walking. It’s probably nothing, your mind is just telling you the worst case scenario or something. But to be safe you look over your shoulder and find someone walking behind you, someone whose face is hidden behind the brim of a hat. They seem oddly familiar to the person you saw earlier at the cafe. 

Mary Ann looks behind you too and sees what you see. She grabs your arm in her hand and pulls you closer together with her.

“I’ve seen him lurking around your apartment. We should get back to town.” She whispers to you. You nod your head and link arms with her formally, walking together, trying to ignore the presence of the mystery man behind the two of you. But the silence between you and Mary Ann makes your ears ring so you start talking again. 

“Did I tell you I bought a gun recently?” You ask, keeping your voice at a normal tone, not caring if this mystery man hears you or not. You need to let Mary Ann know at the very least. She shakes her head and keeps walking, her slightly heeled shoes clicking against the pavement of the park path as you two round a corner, seeing the shining lights of the city up ahead. 

“You haven’t told me that yet but I think it’s a wonderful idea. You can never be too careful around here, especially with all this crime recently. But it’s not as bad as other places in this country I’ve heard about. So many big cities are always having trouble with crime.” She says, holding onto your arm tighter as the footsteps of the man following behind you can still be heard. 

“Well it just comes with the territory I guess. More people means more things are bound to happen. But safety is important to me. Maybe you should look into getting one too. Just to be safe. I’m sure your father would approve of it.” You say, walking closer to the edge of the park until you finally reach the sidewalk outside of it. The footsteps of the mystery man behind you die off and you feel the pressure of held in air leaving your lungs. 

You and Mary Ann turn the conversation over to who that man could be, what he could want from either of you. 

“Maybe he’s after me since my father has that new business and stuff. You know, kidnapping the daughter of a rich man to get some ransom money.” She says, unlinking arms with you as you walk up the steps towards your apartment. You get to the door and see another note taped there. You look at Mary Ann who shares your anxious expression. You slowly pick up the paper and flip it open. 

Dear Y/N, 

We’ve been a bit disappointed at your disappearance after our conversation from almost two weeks ago. We hope that you’d like to join us again tonight, maybe bringing Mary Ann along if she’d like to come as well. 

Sincerely, Louis De Pointe Du Lac and Lestat De Lioncourt

“Are you up for another little adventure tonight?” You ask, handing over the paper to Mary Ann, letting her read it. A smile creeps onto her face, soon blooming into a full, toothy grin. She takes your hand and leads you back down the stairs, heading out the door of your apartment building again. 

After more excited chatter from her you reach Louis and Lestat’s townhouse. You ring the doorbell, looking over at Mary Ann who’s still grinning from ear to ear. 

“I can’t wait to see how they decorate inside. Maybe I can get some tips from the two of them.” She says with a chuckle. You chuckle back and soon Lestat opens the door. He smiles at the two of you and steps aside, letting you both in. 

“What a pleasure to see the two of you again. I’m so happy you could join us tonight, Mary Ann.” He says, leading you two inside. Louis is sitting on one of the couches in the parlor, smiling as the two of you walk in. 

“I’m happy to see that you two have made it.” He says, getting up and shaking both of your hands. Lestat takes your coats before you and Mary Ann sit down on the couch across from Louis. 

“Oh, your house is just wonderful.” Mary Ann says, crossing her legs as she looks around the parlor. “I love how luxurious everything here feels. All of the wood, and the colors. It makes me happy just being in a room like this.” She says with a beaming smile. Louis smiles back as Lestat enters the room. 

“Yes, well Lestat is the one who did most of the decorating here. He has a keen eye for designs.” Louis says as Lestat walks around the room, moving over to the fireplace, a couple of logs burning inside. 

“Some of this has come with me from Paris. Others have been acquired from my years of living here. All of it I enjoy.” He says, straightening a little wooden box on the fireplace mantel. You nod your head and lean back on the couch. You don’t pay much attention to what Louis, Lestat, and Mary Ann are discussing as your mind starts to wander. Their home smells wonderful tonight. Something warm and inviting. Like someone has just finished baking something. 

Then your mind wanders to the suits that Louis and Lestat are wearing, perfectly tailored to their bodies, accentuating their builds. As your eyes move back to Louis, you can’t help but wonder what lies under his clothes. Your eyes glance at Lestat, then down to his lower half, wondering what lies under his clothes too. 

‘Whatever you want and more.’ He says without moving his lips, giving you a wink while watching the conversation between Louis and Mary Ann. You’re brought out of your little daydream and return to what she is saying. 

“But I never knew that so many talented artists lived so close to home. So I had to convince my father and friends to go out and support these people. I mean their art is just so incredible.” She says as Louis nods his head. Mary Ann clears her throat and stands up. “I need to power my nose, excuse me.” She says. 

“The bathroom is down the hall and to the left.” Louis says as Mary Ann nods. She leaves the parlor and the sound of her heels on the floor grow more and more distant until a door shuts. Slowly, Lestat walks behind you. The room takes on a new tenseness that makes it feel like it’s one gentle push away from snapping in half.

. 

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Lestat says, his hands moving to rub your shoulders. Louis just looks at you with his piercing green eyes, slowly unbuttoning his waist coat. You just sit there, dumbfounded, totally unsure of what to do. “Oh come now chéri, don’t be afraid. We don’t want to hurt you. We just want to talk with you. Find out why you’ve been avoiding us. Isn’t that right Louis?” He asks, both you and Lestat moving to look at the man on the other side of the room. 

Louis rises from his seat and nods his head, sitting down next to you as Lestat’s hands move to play with your hair. 

“If you’re worried about what we did together the last time you were here I can promise you that we didn’t mean to scare you. You’re just a very handsome man,” Louis raises his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. “We just wanted you to know that we’re interested.” You can feel yourself getting drawn into whatever these two men are trying to pull on you. Whatever kind of thing they want from you, you can’t resist. 

So slowly you open your mouth and let Louis put his thumb inside. You start to suck on it as Lestat unbuttons your waistcoat, that anxiety from before pushed aside for the pleasure you’re about to receive. You move your arms as Lestat slides your waistcoat off, his hands moving to his own coat and shirt. Louis’ thumb is replaced by his lips and you two begin to kiss, his lips cold and tasing a bit metallic. But you don’t mind as your hands undo your shirt and Louis undoes his. 

Eventually, you pull away, looking up at Lestat, who’s now taking off his belt, then back down at Louis.

“What about Mary Ann?” You ask, Lestat drops his pants and undershorts in reply, exposing his body. But Louis’ answer is more verbal. 

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t come in on us.” Then he leans in again and starts to kiss you. Lestat comes around behind you and starts to undo your belt, mumbling French into your ear. 

“Tu vas le prendre comme un bon garçon, n'est-ce pas ? Soyez si bon pour Louis et moi. Vous pouvez le faire. Vous vous sentirez si bien. Nous avons de tels sites à vous montrer.” He says, the words vibrating in your ear as his lips move down to your neck. He bites you slightly, drawing a little blood. You grunt at the sudden prick but the pain quickly subsides as Lestat takes his teeth out of your neck. 

Lestat slides off your pants and underclothes as Louis slides off his own, the three of you now naked together in their parlor. Louis is already hard, his hand pumping his length as you look down at it. Slowly you move your face towards it. Head down ass up. You look up at Louis as your lips hover over his tip. He gives a nod of his head and you move your mouth over his length, shutting your eyes. He lets out a grunt and puts a hand on the back of your head to guide you. 

“Yeah~ Thats it~ Fuck~” He grunts, savoring your mouth on his cock. Lestat moves away momentarily before returning. 

“Are you open for another tonight Mon cher?” He asks, slowly pouring a warm oil over your waiting hole. By the smell of it, it’s liquid coconut oil. You moan around Louis cock and Lestat gives you a small, sharp, spank. “Use your words.” He says, using his fingers to rub the oil around your waiting area. 

You momentarily move your mouth off of Louis’ cock. “I want you to fuck me Lestat.” You say, looking back at him. He smiles and nods his head. As you go back to Louis, you feel two fingers penetrate you. You moan around Louis’ cock as Lestat starts with his slow movements, easing you in, getting you ready. What a gentleman. 

As Louis’ grunts and groans get deeper Lestat slowly pushes himself into you. You moan again around his cock as Lestat goes slow and steady, making sure you’re comfortable as he slides in and out of you. 

“My boys seem to be enjoying themselves.” Lestat teases, his words laced with his moans as he slowly picks up the pace, working into a comfortable rhythm with your motions on Louis. 

“Il est très bon. Il faudra qu'il vous le montre un jour.” Louis says in a teasing tone to Lestat. The blonde chuckles and gives you another little spank, earning another moan from you. 

“Je ne peux pas attendre.” Lestat replies, his movement as he works making you go weak in the knees, your mouth working harder around Louis’ cock. He groans and moves one of his hands onto your shoulder, the grip tight. You can taste his precum as his eyes shut and Lestat keeps up his movements. Soon enough Louis thrusts his hips into your face harder as he comes. Lestat slows his movements for a moment as you swallow and pull yourself off of Louis. Adjusting your position, Louis having it so that your face rests against his chest, Lestat starts up again. 

You moan and pant, your eyes half shut as Lestat moves his hips forwards and back, his own arousal present too. Both men are cold to the touch, but to you, in that moment, they felt like a warmed blanket on a cold winter day. It’s not long before you feel your orgasm coming. 

“Oh fuck~ Oh yeah~ Don’t stop~” You moan as soon enough you hit your peak and you come, Lestat following soon after. Louis slides some of your hair out of your face while Lestat pulls himself out of you. He grabs a rag and wipes himself clean.

“Relax your body now. You don’t want to pull a muscle.” Lestat says, lowering your ass to the couch so you lay with Louis. Lestat comes around to the other man. Louis adjusts for him and the three of you sit together, coming down from your highs. 

[sangcreole]

@tomedesvampires (Continued)

' i've been thinking about your veins. ' lestat had said only a moment before, a halfway drunk look in his eyes as he gives the delicate underside to louis' wrist a long, scrutinizing look. the flesh is always paler in the blue-black void before dawn and tonight, under pale lamplight, the veins are serpentine and purple. the black, smothering look in his eyes becomes hungry when he lifts his head to meet louis' gaze; i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. preening, full of himself and gorging on the ambiance, lestat leans forward and delicately places his lips where his wrist meets his hand. fragile and unholy in his devotion, he peppers another closer to the steady throb of that frozen-over vein. ' tell me to stop, ' lestat whispers, turning his head, cheek to his palm. ' viens maintenant. ne sois pas timide. '

Like wounded prey, Louis never can realize the danger he is in until the ravenous maw of death surrounds him, trapping him tight between those devastatingly loving teeth (or, perhaps, the truth he cannot face is that he does know this danger very well indeed, and cannot help but walk willingly into those waiting jaws like a sacrificial lamb).

It's the eyes that do it. Always the eyes. Sparkling blue and filled with deadly desire, unbridled passion that sends a shock up his spine. So blue he might almost forget the color of the sky he had traded away for the many shiny promises made to him by the infernal angel at his bedside all those years ago.

Oh, he hates himself for having fell for such trickery, just as he hates himself in this moment for the way his heart betrays him and beats just that much harder against his chest at the feeling of the soft caress of lips over the aching pulse in his wrist.

"Stop..." he whispers with pitiful conviction.

Another kiss, and Louis feels his chest tighten. It would be so easy to close his eyes and bare his wrist, his neck, his heart, and wait for the sinful salvation of Lestat's fangs. It would be so easy to say yes, take it, take me, bleed me dry! It would be so easy, and yet—

Louis knows this game too well. There is no ease, no path forward without the thrill of this everlasting battle. No matter how his blood yearns to find its way back to its maker's mouth, he cannot let Lestat win.

And so he twists his hand away from the worshipful kiss to grab a handful of yellow hair and pulls it hard until he's got Lestat's undivided attention.

"I told you to stop."

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Loumand

Last post, I promise; I needed another nap; this ep's a freaking rollercoaster. And these two queens nearly gave me a stress ulcer!

DEBATABLE, Louis. I can think of FAR worse vamps than you, love.

Why're y'all having this whole conversation where anyone can hear?

They got Sartre's wall-eyes down; good makeup this season, team! 👌

DreamStat's a Loumand bed-death truther, jfc. 😭

I wanna know EXACTLY what Armand sees--or "feels"--whenever DreamStat pops up in Lou's head. Cuz he clearly knows precisely where Les is; he looks right in his direction. But does he HEAR Les too? (God I hope not, this song would've had me SEETHING--Back to Hell with you! 😅)

"Oh dear" indeed; I was HOLLERING.

SAM WAS DEVOURING THIS SCENE HOLY GOD GO AWAY DEMON

Armand looked PISSED, I was scared for Louis' life! And he DOES know, actually, yes Lou. I can almost GUARANTEE that he knows PRECISELY where Lestat is AT THIS VERY MOMENT, yes Lou.

If only you knew.... 😬

Claudia's suffered more than Christ. And nice cut to Daniel sneaking around with Raglan James as Armand talks about Furies punishing "human wrongdoing." It's really interesting that Armand told the lawyer that LOUIS is the owner of the paintings. Is he the owner of the penthouse too? HOW MANY DEEDS DOES HE HAVE, ROLIN?

I wonder what AMC might be saying about Loumand's art collection, not just wrt what we know about art heist!Armand (which we'll likely see a nod to in Ep4 at the Louvre); but also wrt what we know about Dubai's godawful neocapitalist hellscape economy, and Loumand's "moralizing" about Parisian black markets in S01E02.

I wonder if that's the excuse Armand'll give the coven when Louis shows up for dinner in Ep4--very much NOT dead; and rips out Santiago's tongue.

WILD voice-over, cuz you KNOW that's what Santiago was thinking, too, LOL. (You wish, Francis.) But yes: Louis' finna end your whole career. XD

Another TERRIFYING jumpscare from the coven, like in Ep2 with Annika. Louis, I am shocked & appalled--can you not HEAR all these vamps planning your bloody murder around you? CLAUDIA! WTF!?

But this is how you know Armand's true personality--he hates getting his hands dirty. He kills all the time, but he makes his victims' deaths pretty. He'd rather sit back & let Lestat/Louis come in and wreck his whole coven, even though he has the power to just light those mofos up all on his own! I wish AMC emphasized a bit more that Armand not only writes/directs the plays--he's an ACTOR, too. And istg he's an expert at PRETENDING to be helpless, meanwhile he's the strongest vamp that's NOT one of the Children of the Millennia (thanks to how well Marius made him).

Armand, that is LOW; waiting until Claudia's stuck under the oaths b4 you tell her she's guilty of breaking Great Laws she doesn't even know about yet. WTF?

How TF you gon' hold Louis accountable for following the Laws when he wasn't even allowed to be in the effing room when they were read!? He's not even a member! WTF! (I get it--any rogue vampires are subject to death, yadayada; we know it's a stupid policy.)

I love how he plans to leave by himself here--it had nothing to do with picking "another one" over Claudia. He just didn't want to hold her back anymore. And his presence was causing problems. 😭 It's so cute that Louis' stipulation about London was that if it's "too large" he'd leave and go to Ireland (?!?)--he's become agoraphobic or something? He just wants to be alone in his hermit hole--MOOD. 😭

Good to get confirmation that the Fire Gift here is Armand and blessedly NOT Santiago--so why's he zooming around in the sewers?

Look, sometimes folks make terrible first impressions--Lestat was being hella racist, Louis' always playing defense, Armand was finna kill Louis in a gay public park. It happens.

Foreshadowing like crazy, as usual.

WILD thing to say. I'm gonna cry, please stop.

(What kinda hypocrisy is that, when you were made young your dang self!?) She's already 30+ years old--maybe she'll last a little longer if y'all (read: sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, etc society) don't eff around tryna make her life even harder! But AMC's deliberately cutting Claudia's life in half, compared to the books, cuz misogynoir's real and Claudia gets NOTHING out of vampirism, not even a fair chance. And y'all let her into the coven KNOWING how much she loves y'all, and KNOWING y'all were gonna kill her. EFF THIS WHOLE COVEN, ARMAND INCLUDED. (Lemme calm down--this kind of betrayal is exactly how Lestat must've felt in S01E07; I get it; they're getting a taste of their own medicine. But LESTAT EFFING HAD IT COMING. The coven should've just told them: y'all got til sunrise to GTFO our territory, you're not welcome here. This whole bit's unnecessary.)

THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING

SKILL ISSUE. Cuz Louis' got the least power, and he's finna clear that whole bish out in just a couple episodes. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Louis, love, ARMAND DON'T GIVE A EFF ABOUT RAISING SOME OTHER MAN'S OFFSPRING. This is the call of the wild, as Alphas KILL the children their stolen Omega brides had for other Alphas/Betas, so he can restart the gene pool with HIS DNA instead. I know y'all had National Geographic back then already--READ A BOOK, Louis, it's what you're best at.

Incredible. After all of that Louis said Lestat never broke him. BENT BUT NEVER BROKEN, that's right! 💪😤

Boy, we're not talking about some little (unrequited) CRUSH over a man you only knew for a few months (which you've CLEARLY not gotten over yet). Louis was MARRIED to the man for 30 YEARS. This is his MAKER. Lestat knew his whole family; went to the Black cookouts and everything! They literally built a home AND business together! They raised a child together! WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?

And that's LESTAT'S DAUGHTER TOO--how much can you possibly love EITHER of them while planning to knock her off!? I can't listen to too much more of this. *hands Louis the torch and scythe*

Beautiful end of this STACKED episode. Incredible work, AMC! Jacob acted his PANTS off; he excels at the trembling voice, agonized facial expressions, and utter mental breakdowns. He's pulling DEEP within him, holy god; it's so raw, it's almost hard to watch. EMMY WHEN?!

[fagmolloy]

good morning (or evening for you?) i have returned

been thinking about how esp at first, armand is such a powerful figure to louis? sensing his ancient power, leading a coven, all that. and how good it would feel to bring all of that to the brink of tears, begging just for him

and what a relief and release it would be for armand to give in and let someone take care of him. drop into subspace and let louis do whatever he wants

we on the same wavelength here or what were you thinking

good evening (good morning!) welcome back. literallyyyyyy just rewatched 2x03 and i was like. i know this is before their arun/maître conversation in the park but i also. i'm thinking about armand surrendering the night where he nearly kills louis yet he's invited upstairs. armand not really having the words to say what he needs so he projects the emotion, the images into louis' head. kneeling as if a supplicant. take me. i'm yours to do what you will. and louis tilts his head, eyes armand. thinks, this an apology? and armand shakes his head gently, slow blinks. i'd like for you to use me. louis. well i don't know that he's ever had that before. someone willingly submitting to him without a bark or a bite (lestat if we're real). oh wait hold on you know how louis and armand were telling daniel that their conversations while courting e/o in paris could be combative. ohhhh this is completely different but... brat!armand... oh no oh no