#like that's pure show!lestat

[cuntylouis]

Still reading Vampire Lestat at a glacial pace and i had forgotten that Lestat straight up hits Nicki, twice. Yeah, Nicki isn't Louis but the basis for how Lestat acts in the show is right there in the books despite what some Lestat apologists say

[laniidae-passerine]

don’t get how you can watch iwtv and be a sincere diehard lestat hater. like the world’s biggest lestat hater is louis and that man can’t even commit to it for more than five minutes before literally hallucinating lestat wearing a wedding ring and talking pretty to him. this show is about louis and every road leads back to lestat for that man

[whoblewboobear]

I know it doesn’t pan out but good for Claudia for being like “we should just kill him.” Like yeah girl kill him PLEASE. If Lestat gets to be a little bitch, Claudia and Louis can and should be allowed to wanna kill him about it as a treat 🥰 also I am cheering every time Lestat shows up in a new robe. So far I’ve counted three. They’re all very cute he looks so cozy.

Time for the finale~

[13eyond13]

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[lady-starkiller]

louis posting

[dearest-lady-disdain]

bashing my head against the wall while thinking aboutt him (louis de pointe du lac)

[prouvaireafterdark]

Probably a hot take but I can’t stand what they did with Antoinette in the show. In the books, Antoine is a wonderful and sweet character who deserves so much better.

yeah I think they just wanted to up the drama and I guess Lestat's sweet musician friend had to pay the price

[daftmooncretin]

iwtv fandom constantly arguing about who the real bad guy is when shit hits the fan like oh its lestats fault or armands or actually louis is the real villain!! IRRELEVANT. disregard. the reason everything always goes to shit in this show is because unfortunately louis and lestat do match eachothers freak and the resonant harmony of their freakiness sends pure unfiltered wavelengths of suffering to every single characters vampire brainstem and ruins their lives. in this business we call it the invisible chord.

[sagabrielle]

thank you for responding like a normal person 🤣

I'll correct myself; Marius didn't paint the one we really get a good look at in the show. he was the donor. someone else pointed that out. HOWEVER, this opens up another door for me. why did marius have armand pose if it wasn't going to be depicted properly? suppose this will be answered later. either way, i think it is both an artistic and moral failing to let your companiom be misrepresented, and then presumably keep that painting that you paid for. but you are correct, marius is a HIGHLY problematic character.

We haven't seen marius' current work, if he has any, but it will be the tell of if his art has evolved. given that he is a vampire, and vampires are very hard pressed to evolve in book and tv show canon 🤷🏻‍♀️ arguably, given his age, marius IS that most 'refined artist' but even he is subject to 'vampiric sight.' louis mentions this. i think this has a lot to do with specifically what louis and marius do with their selected art forms, which relies on sight entirely.

with lestat, i am not going to talk about the musical composition of the song because that is the work of a real life artist, and I'm not trying to critique real artists here. same with the marius one; less about the painting as a whole, which is a good piece of real art. rather, i am speaking the details that the show itself inserts, and the implications made about vampire-art.

in book, and in the show, the lyrics are corny, at worst. they are easy to take at face value. we know exactly what he is talking about, he is melodramatic, he is...lestat. we know it's a pretty straightforward attempt at getting louis back, or at least a responce to the book being published. when we take into consideration that this man is centuries old, it becomes...almost funny. and that is his art form! and people like it, as you said, people have their preferences! but lestat wasn't getting on stage to wax poetic, he didn't care, he liked to be looked at and heard, and ate up the attention people gave him for his voice (which is his talent! he has a very good voice!), and wanted to be praised after the in-universe IWTV book was a hit. in terms of artistic talent, lestat wrote lyrics for lestat. sometimes his consort, but even the ones about louis...just piss louis off lol. if we are to believe that he indeed wrote them himself. especially in show, reading the lyrics...it sounds like something any other popstar is producing today lmao.

armand. did theater out of spite, pretty much. he moved on from it pretty quick because he didn't really care all that much, he only took it on because of lestat. so, it's kind of hard to tell if he would have been good at it if he really gave a fuck. speaking from what we see in the show, there is the dedicated fanbase that likes it, are extremely dedicated to it, and everyone else is pretty uninterested. louis, who we see enjoy opera, doesn't like it. madeline was pretty indifferent, and annoyed with the way they made a spectacle of claudia. so, imo not a great track record. it was a pretty underground scene. this was perhaps the most innovative and strange form of art we've seen a vamp attempt, but it didn't hit the mark because of it's disconnect from what most people want to see, relate to, etc. armand was doing what armand wanted, no more, no less.

louis chose photography, which was probably the hardest medium he would have chosen. the problem he had was the things he was literally seeing with his eyes was not what the camera picked up. he was capturing shadows of what he was seeing. it's not that louis lacked the creativity, persay, it's that he couldn't capture the moment he saw. louis also never recieved any sort of encouragement or instruction, instead both the man he spoke with and armand...inadvertantly told him his stuff was poor. so, of course, he didn't really want to do it anymore. it's not that louis wouldn't have continued, i think him resuming his photography (no matter how nefarious lol) in the 70s, is somewhat of a testament to that. to keep with theme; louis was doing photography for louis at that point.

I suppose their art failings are due to their self-serving nature. vampires care about vampires; that's their culture, their way of life. this is expected for an entirely different speices. marius is self-righteous at worst, ignorant at best, and his art does come across like that, as that is who he is. lestat likes attention, he is tends to peacock, so his art reflects that. armand is spiteful and dejected, so his art reflects that. etc etc. vampires are stuck in the rut they were in when they turned, and so their art will always reflect back those ruts in some way, I think.

in the same way that marius neglects the little details in favor of a 'big picture,' or lestat doesn't write good lyrics, or armand doesn't capture the emotional depth of theater. there is a road block on their way to doing art which is super fundamental; they aren't human, no matter what they long or aim for. and in whatever way their art form dictates, it makes them a just a few steps away from making great art, such to a degree that it can make their art actually appear bad in some way.

so, I guess my last point wasn't about skill in their chosen art, because some are 100% more experienced than others. BUT, all of them have the same creative block. all of them are vampires trying to make art to be consumed by humans, while simultaneously being self-contained. which is going to have some level of disconnect. to your point; vampires definitely maintain some aspect of their humanity, and I think a lot of them want to express it via art. but the main problem, or at least MY takeaway is, that because they latch so firmly onto humanity, wrapped up in their own losses or pride or lives, they end up making a sort of mock up of human art. it is an old shadow of human creativity, but never fully achieves it. it's vampire creativity now. and that's a very different thing.

there is probably some nonesense here. I'm at work, and my og post was written in exhausted haste lmao

I've seen people try to make the claim that lestat, armand, and even marius were good at their art forms, and it was just louis that sucked at his chosen art form.

are we reading/watching the same series?

vampires are bad at art. they can't do art. art is a human trait, and they are no longer human. their capacity to make meaningful, innovative art has been severed, as penance for the dark gift. lestat's lyrics are cringe, marius can't accurately capture the likeness of his muse (i.e. WHITEWASHES them), and armand makes plays/musicals like...that. their art forms come with a thick layer of ignorance. there are certain aspects of their art that are good; lestat's voice, armand's drama, marius technical skill, etc. but the emotion and humanness of art that draws us, humans, to it, is gone. not for their lack of trying, necessarily. they do try. they just...can't.

in the same breath, we can argue that louis wasn't good at getting the right 'moment,' but louis was successful in capturing people that meant something to him. claudia, armand, his victims, etc. that was his goal. he achieved that. so. they are all equal parts good and bad at their chosen art form, such is the consequence of being a vampire.

[indelicateink]

"[...] It was incredibly upsetting and [Lestat] hates himself for it, but also that he feels like he deserved everything that happened to him and continues to deserve everything that happens to him. In that moment when he apologizes to Louis, it's so shocking because I don't think he thinks it's going to be over after that apology. He realizes Louis is never going to forgive him."

--Sam Reid, Entertainment Weekly, 23 June 2024 on the apology during the trial for the fight

"Lestat was driven to the point that he didn't fully even recognize himself, and he saw from his own hands an action that was unforgivable. You've physically hurt the person that you love so much that you no longer feel like you deserve to be with them. He knew that, and I think the thing is that he realized that as soon as he's done that, he also has to die. "In terms of working on that scene with Jacob, I think it's important for us to acknowledge that this is not the end. Do you know what I mean? This is not the finality of that beat. Louis doesn't forgive him at that moment, and Lestat sees that. He can't look at him that much during the trial, but there's another moment when Lestat looks at him and all he sees is pure hate in Louis' gaze. 'He's never going to forgive me.'"

--Sam Reid, Screen Rant, 23 June 2024 on the s1e5 fight

"It was really fun for Jacob and I to come back to these old sets that we hadn't been in for a while," Reid says. "And it was really fun, but extreme and intense to revisit these things where you're like, 'Oh my God, this is how it went?' It's shocking. I remember when we were shooting the episode 5 fight rehash, there was a point where Jacob and I looked at each other and we're like, 'What is going on? This show is crazy.' And I don't really know how people are going to react to that."

--Sam Reid, Entertainment Weekly, 23 June 2024

[ghouldump]

Girlll did you delete your last fic? Whyyyy I was about to read it😭😭

Your Best Nightmare | Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ being away from your companion, as both of you take on stardom, can be frustrating, but it is very rewarding to see your maker for the first time in months.

(anon asked for bi!reader w/ crossdressing lestat and if possible some nsfw content)

girl, somebody messaged me and said it was weird and i was confused like you watched a show with vampires killing people like bffr, but ig i’ll repost bc somebody else asked too 😂

The crowd seemed more lively than ever, screaming the frightening lyrics, but paid them no mind. Humans, despite having dominion over nearly every species, were quite stupid. They all had things they liked, they idolized, and in many of their eyes, it didn't take much to seem trustworthy to them. A quick photo of you holding the cheek of a beautiful mortal, and overnight, you were a national treasure — proof that vampires were not a danger.

Vampires, although people of the night, were only bound by their circumstances, and if there were others, they deserved the privilege to reveal themselves. It was cute, really, the same songs that were once deemed monstrous, alarming, and cultish, were now innovative, you were now an icon, like your lover, the vampire Lestat, you were simply adding your contribution to rock culture. However, they didn't even realize, all of them were wrong. They couldn't be more wrong about everything.

I'm your best nightmare,” you sang, as the audience joined you.

And then it happened, you were in my arms

Your lips on my throat- your hands on my, on my...

Two bodies together, the intimate sin

The pain and the pleasure, could do mortals in

How could you know, what I'm thinking of

To me lust can be, as beautiful as love

Here tonight, your pure heart and soul

Untainted passion should have no control

She asked me if I...

I told her the truth

I said "I'm sorry, it takes me, longer than you"

She smiled and blushed, and continued to grind

And promised to make me, go out of my mind

Returning her promise, she, came to a halt

Licking my lips, I, tasted her salt

Then she sat up and gasped and clutched at her breast

I thought she was coming- I'd never have guessed that

As she grew pale, as white as a flower

She collapsed to the floor and was dead in an hour

Hearing the humans singing along to the deranged song, you nearly laughed. Too foolish to grasp the very lyrics, escaping their mouths. A song about your very first hunt, alone. Delilah, the name itself brought a nostalgic tingle to your tongue.

You remember the night utterly, from the time you stumbled out of your coffin, to you crawling back in. You sat alone at the bar, The Dungeon, a frequent spot for tourists when she caught your eye. Dancing against her friend, they both laughed loudly, singing along to the music. Her skin was flawless, her makeup dark, with an incredibly flattering dress, hugging her curves beautifuly.

Just from staring alone, you almost held your throat from how thirsty you were. Standing up, you approached her, her friend nudging her, their eyes shifting to you.

"Hey," she smiled, briefly biting her lip.

"Hey," you repeated, peering into her thoughts, not a single piece was left unattainable from your view.

"Are you here alone?" she asked you, her friend whispering that she was going back to their group of friends, to give her privacy.

"I'm afraid I am," you smiled, as she moved closer, tilting her head.

"Then I'll have to keep you company"

"I'm very difficult to entertain"

"That's because you haven't met me," she giggled.

"Ah, I see, and what is the name of the woman I've waited for?" you asked her.

"Delilah"

"Very beautiful-

"Please, I was named after my grandmother," she said, smiling as you chuckled.

"I'm Y/n," you said, holding out your hand, shaking hers.

"Would you like to get out of here? Maybe have some fun at my place?" you asked, leaning closer, to glamour her.

"Yes, I'd love to," she smiled.

"Good girl, why don't you tell your friends that you're headed back to your hotel for tonight, because you're tired, and I'll meet you outside," you winked, watching as she went to the group of friends.

It wasn't much longer before you were both nude, her moans only continued to arouse your longing appetite. Her gentle kisses, and promises to rock your world, as her orgasm drew near — it only made you want to rip her to pieces more. Holding her soft hips, you felt your fangs emerging before you began to suck from her breast. She panicked for only a moment, choosing to follow along with your erotic behavior.

"I'm coming," she cried, grinding against your thigh. Her breathing hitched, feeling your cool fingers near her glistening pearl.

"You taste just as good as you look," you whispered, staring down, as you hovered over her.

"Your turn," she giggled, her eyes still shut. If only she had opened her lovely raven eyes, to see the monster in front of her. Blood dripping from your mouth, as you stared at her, seeing her for nothing more than she could ever be to you, food.

"Unfortunately, you won't get the honor, tonight, as your life is coming to an end," you said, and just as she was able to open her eyes, you lunged forward.

Draining her, you could sense her heartbeat, hear her thoughts, and feel the sensation of her nails clawing into your back. It was all euphoric, you were a monster, you could admit, and you loved every bit of the thrill, of experiencing such an occasion, with stunning humans.

As the final song came to an end, you waved, bowing at the arena of people, the music fading, as the stage lowered, giving the illusion that you were disappearing. Going backstage, you thanked your team for working so hard for the tour, before you changed clothing — and headed to your hotel. You intended to catch your flight tonight, but with the concert ending so late, you couldn't take the risk, as the sun was bound to rise in the next hour or two.

Although you felt impatient, you would have to wait another night, before you could catch the private jet to New Orleans, to him. Lestat de Lioncourt, your muse, maker, lover, and companion. He turned you nearly 40 years ago and you have been inseparable ever since.

With the both of you busy with your careers, the two of you promised that it would be fine to have flings on the side, as long as there were no feelings attached — not that you would be able to feel anything for another anyway. You had yet to meet another as passionate, as he.

As the driver stopped the car, you quickly made your way into the building, as the sunrise began to peak from behind the buildings.

"Good morning, miss Y/n," the receptionist smiled, batting her eyelashes as you looked her way.

"Morning," you winked, before entering the elevator.

Going to your floor, you stopped for a moment, seeing Amanda, your assistant, standing at the door, it only meant one thing, groupies. Your team sometimes selected women and men, bringing them to your room. Your publicists emphasized how important it was for you to not be seen hunting, and you were simply playing your role.

"Thank you, Amanda, why don't you go get some rest?" you spoke, grinning as she jumped, glancing over at you.

"Yes, of course, sleep well," she nodded, practically running to the elevator.

Opening the door, you squinted, trying to allow your eyes to adjust to the dim room. The blackout curtains blocking any potential sunshine. Hearing the sound of the faucet running in the bathroom, you entered and shut the door. Taking note that you couldn't hear any thoughts, you looked around for a handbag or wallet, to identify the person, just as the bathroom door opened.

Gasping, you couldn't contain the large smile, as Lestat exited the bathroom, he wore a black bralette, cheeky knickers, and a silk robe on top. His blond waves looked even more luscious than usual, with a light pink gloss on his lips and blush.

"You came to California, to see me," you said, trying to swallow the emotions bubbling inside. You felt so elated, seeing him for the first time in months.

"I couldn't go another day away from you, chéri," he confessed, as you moved closer, embracing him. Mumbling a low, "baby", while he held you near, placing a kiss on your lips.

"You look so pretty," you giggled, as he pecked your lips again.

"I had to look my best to get your attention, I've seen the woman that come to your shows," he smirked.

"They don't stand a chance, next to you," you said, as he stared longingly into your eyes.

"I missed you," he finally said.

"I missed you too," you said, as those words were all he needed to hear before his lips were connected to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

Biting down on your lip, he groaned, lifting you in the air, walking over to the bed, before breaking the kiss — as you peeled each article of clothing away, your eyes set on his piercing blue ones.

"This is so cute," your eyes twinkle, as he removed the robe, the obvious bulge in his panties catching your attention. Sitting on the bed, in front of him, he went to his knees. Kissing your lips, he moved down your neck, holding your waist, as you arched your back. "Love," you moaned, feeling his breath against your skin, causing goosebumps.

Laying back, you bit your lip, as his mouth traveled south. Kissing your glistening pearl, before hungrily consuming her. Your fingers found their way to his blonde tresses. Your eyes could hardly stay open, as his tongue repeatedly lapped over your cunt.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you moaned loudly, "I'm so close," you said, the orgasm escaping, as his long fingers moved up to your breast - caressing them.

"I wasn't sure how much longer I could take, being away from you," he spoke, as you agreed, pulling him close to kiss his lips, smearing the lip gloss on his pale skin.

"Take this off, please," You tugged on the bralette, you needed every part of him, bare.

As he stood, you grinned, exploring his toned body. He kept his usual sultry eye contact, as he slowly removed the lingerie, purposely teasing you.

"Lestat," you whined, giggling.

"Patience is a virtue, ma chéri," he smirked, as he approached you, bound to another night of sharing his endless love with you.

"Fuck Patience, I need you now," you groaned, making him laugh.

"Anything for you"

in the original post, i explained that all of the upcoming posts won't be released in a particular order, since i’m working on everything in my drafts.

[liennka]

Another tragedy in your pitiful collection of plays

Interview with the Vampire characters x gn reader

Summary: you witness the tragedy that happened that day in the Theatre des vampires and tell your side of story to Molloy…(s2e7)

-> This one is pure angst and rage, I am open to any criticism (be nice pls) and I hope you like it :)

I just wanted to say that I am not the owner of this show, but I did make this story, so don't copy it without my knowledge, thank you.

I've never been so scared. As if the whole world pressed against me, its weight crushing my chest, squeezing my heart. As if I was suffocating, my lungs empty, squeezing my windpipe. One look at the stage and my heart threatened to burst, yet I couldn't tear my eyes from their faces. Madeleine's blank gaze, her pale skin covered in blood darker than her lipstick. Claudia's resigned sneer, her mouth open, always ready to defend herself. Louis' furrowed brows, one eye slightly swollen. The smell of blood everywhere. Just another batch of strawberry syrup with dye for the people watching, even for me in other situations, but today it was the blood of my friends. Reeking of metal and bitterness, flowing straight from their hearts, poured onto the floor from their mutilated heels. 

I could not hear what they were saying. What made Claudia stand up and gasp with pain, what made Luis fall to the ground. No pre-written words from Santiago, no laughter from the people, no retelling of Lestat's life, no music.  My head was silent, only Armand's whispering, a voice that was familiar, a voice that lulled me to sleep. His powers that immobilized my body, his pity, his reassurances. My mind was clouded. Inside I was aware of what was happening, the fear and disgust, I wanted to scream, wanted to get out. But Armand did not. I could feel tears streaming down my face, but not my muscles… Then all the whispering stopped.  

"Banishment!" The crowd shouted in unison, in unprecedented desperation. The sound broke my hypnosis. What happened? I scanned the audience carefully, glancing at the man next to me. He sat behind the bars, giving the impression of a prisoner, but I knew very well that the only one holding him captive was himself. His inner self-degradation, his way of avoiding guilt. Why did Armand let me loose? What took his attention that even his love could not keep? Was it an unpredictable course of the play? Did the audience disappoint him?  He didn't move a hair, his eyes didn't flicker, his hands didn't clench. Still, someone had manipulated the crowd. If it wasn't him, then who? Lestat's ear was bleeding, his hand was shaking, and his eyes were red. It was him. Lestat. Armand wanted Luis dead.

"Is this what you wanted? Another tragedy in your pitiful collection of plays? Another reminder of your endless suffering?" I finally regained my voice and snapped at him, my hand gripping his arm. 

I've never been so mad.  As if the whole world was laughing, its ignorance signing the death penalty for these three vampires, the audience enjoying the show. As if they wore sunglasses while their skin burned. No, I was not mad at those fools in those seats, I was mad at the fool in my coupé, in a cage he designed himself. Watching a play he wrote himself.

"Louis!" Claudia yelled, clutching his shirt in despair, though there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

"You can still end it. This time you can say No", I begged Armand, I always begged. He just shook his head. "Not to the laws," he whispered. Luis's screams filled the backstage until it ceased altogether, stifled by the doors.

"Is this a revenge on Lestat? Is this a way to regain the power over your coven? Is this revenge on your coven?" I took a breath "This is not the way! For once, do not let others trample over you, swallow your wounded pride and let it go. This plan of yours will hurt all of us, not just them! This is a mistake!" my voice wavered, I was desperate. Out of the corner of my eye, Santiago was talking to the humans, warning them. So did I, warning Armand, pleading with him, threatening him.

"Stop," his cold tone pinned me to the ground again, literally.

"Let them live," I cried, unable to move.

"They broke the law, they committed a crime. You are being irrational" he looked into my eyes.

I knew they were criminals, but more importantly, they were my friends, two girls doomed from the moment they were born. If anyone deserved to live, it was these two.

"They don't deserve this, please!" The burgundy tears fell from my cheeks onto my white blouse, forever testifying my misery.

"'There's nothing I can do," he shrugged and turned towards the performance.

"Coward."

He did not react. The stage fell silent, all the actors retreating, pushing the two vampiresses forward, holding onto each other till their last breath. I do not know what their last words were, it belonged only to their ears.

The dark curtain began to draw . Claudia looked up for the last time, meeting my gaze and smiling. "I'm so sorry, Claudia," I sniffled, not accepting what was about to happen. "It's okay," I heard in my head, her voice rough but sweet. "'s not your fault." I choked on a sob. She was like Joan of Arc, ready to die, knowing she was right, knowing they had misjudged her, yet she did not give up on her ethics, kind till the end. She stopped smiling and glared at the whole room. "Follow the bouncing ball!" she mocked them, gently embracing Madeleine.

When the sun's rays hit them, Claudia shielded Madeleine with her body, but the newborn vampire did not know daylight, did not know the pain of a sunburn, because Claudia loved her, she never let her suffer like Louis and Lestat had let her. With a shriek, she fell to her knees, the ash from her body swirling through the air. Claudia's singing led Madeleine out of this world, and then herself. 

I've never felt such pain. As if the whole world ended, the lights went out, the music stopped. As if my heart had turned to stone, fallen out of my body, shattered into a million pieces. But the world didn't end, only their lives. The lights didn't go out, only their eyes, the music didn't stop, only their screams. They turned to dust, the dust we'll all turn to one day, human or not.  

I dropped on my hands and knees, nothing holding me down, but I stayed there anyway. My choked cries, muffled by the vampires watching, turned to wheezes and  wheezes turned to screams. I had never screamed that loud before, not on stage, not as a human, never. It was so loud my eardrums were bursting, I could feel my own blood on my tongue and my vision darkened. I heard the cracking of glass, the clattering of shards as they scattered across the floor, all the glass in the hall shattered. That was the power of  vampires. I hope Claudia saw it somewhere, and I hope I made everyone in the hall deaf. The last thing they would hear would be a cry of pain, haunting their conscience.

The people fell silent, waited, and then began clapping. They applauded death, they applauded violence, they applauded Armand's writing.  How humorous. He frowned at me. 

"Are you all right?" He asked. 

No, I wasn't all right. I wanted to gouge out his doe eyes, break every bone in his body, make him suffer, but I still cared about him. 

"How can you even ask?!" I growled at him, waving my hand at him. My fingernails left scars, sure, they would heal, but my words won't. "I hate you! You should have stayed a slave, not ruining people's lives!" I didn't mean that, did I? I don't know. I do know that Armand took it seriously. 

"That's enough." He grabbed my hand and then I didn't feel a thing. He shut me down, just like in the restaurant.

“Thats how it happened mister Molloy” I sat in a cafe with the interviewer.

“And tell me, how did you know he directed the play?” he asked, recording my voice again.

"In the café. He stood up and headed for another drink, but ended up at the door, I think. I found it odd, so I followed him. Followed his gaze as Santiago entered." I glanced down at my hands, mindlessly fiddling with Claudia's green necklace.

"They took my friends by force and covered their heads with sacks. They were shouting, I was shouting too. I demanded an explanation from Armand, to stop the madness. Instead, he embraced me, pulled me close, and told me to stop fighting. That he was saving us, saving himself. I asked...and I remember it like it was yesterday:'So you've chosen...you've chosen to suffer again?' and he said, 'Yes'. He said he wrote a play that would make everything right again."

“He didn't lie to you about the play? He never told Luis, you know?” Molloy asked

"Honestly, I don't know. I think he always saw himself as my brother, he knew that I could not leave to live on my own. That I would stay by his side. That I would always forgive him" I smiled a little

“Did you?” he smirked

“No, not this time. I do think he can be redeemed, but never forgiven, not by me.” I looked into Molloy’s eyes. “So, if you see him again, tell him to find me, it's been 70 years and we have stuff to discuss”  

[freakygirlie]

loustat post paris is actually so fucking funny. lestat is like im gonna hole up in this rotting shack and im going to let louis live a lie and stay with this gremlin forever. only i know what happened and it satisfies me. when he finds out the Truth he is going to be Sooo Pissed and it'll be great. louis is like i am going to be with a man i am not in love with and find kind of boring and im going to live with him in what is essentially a prison for 77 years purely just to spite you and induce hatred in you. you will seethe and rage and it will feel Amazing to me. none of them are happy and both of them think they're winning. fucking losers. iwtv is the biggest comedy show ive ever seen

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine giving Lestat your virginity on your wedding night.

NSFW Below Cut.

Lestat had promised that he would be turning you on your wedding night, but he wanted you to be pure, virginal, very human when he first took you as a wife. He was old fashioned about these kinda things sometimes - he could sleep with anyone, but he wanted to be your first, your only, and to feel that break when your hymen would be torn by him. He couldn’t deny the pleasure that he felt, once he took that initial thrust, the smell of your blood flooding through his senses as it caused you to get wetter. And as much as he wanted to continue, to show you what pleasure means, he could not resist moving down your body at lightning speed and licking up those few drops, mixed in with your natural nectar, a taste deliriously delicious. Gnawing at your inner thighs, he appreciated it while he could, because this was only going to happen the one time - this blood, this breaking - but he would be hearing those sweet noise again, he’d be tasting the sweet juiciness again, but it’ll be different because you’ll be like him - undead. His enjoyment of your warm flesh was not taken for granted, he knew he’d be remembering this for a long time. He let out a moan of your name before sliding up, licking the salty sweat from your naked body, trailing from mound, across your belly button, between your breasts, up towards your lips once more, where you didn’t protest the metallic taste of your blood on his breath. “Lestat,” You murmured into the kiss, your mind in a state of gratification as he made sure that nothing hurt, getting into your mind and overlapping all remnants of pain with pleasure. He entered you again, slowly, pushing every inch in, kissing your lips and your neck as your back arched underneath him, pushing you closer. “Ready for eternity?” He asked, his fangs protracting. “Yes,” You gasped, having never felt so eager for anything before in your life. Your heart was fluttering quickly with all of the anticipation, the longing, the love, the ecstasy. He took his sweet time in biting you while thrusting into you, going into a heat like a female cat, a frenzy, but making sure to pull himself back at the last minute, to smear his own blood against your mouth, encouraging you to drink, entering a new world of love and death at the same moment.

Requested by: Anonymous

[deaddee-anime-brownfanlady]

When it comes to interview with the vampire is that I don't understand why some fans keep on trying to moralize these Fucked-up Vampires.

Like every single one of these characters, aren't what you call " Good People " or " morally Pure" okay, there damned vampires for crying out loud!? Each of one of these characters are Monsters in their own right.

Seeing the way some people or certain fans of the series keep on trying to moralize these messed-up vampires and acting like one character is more evil than the other or even going as far as treating a character like a cartoony one-dimensional Saturday morning villain archetype, takes away the many complexities and nauauces of these characters.

All of these vampires are all extremely Fucked-up and have some kind of severe trauma and are again MONSTERS! & KILLERS!

Louis , Lestat, Claudia, and Armand are all some forms of highly questionable morality and have showcased just how cruel, violent, and ruthless and just plain vicious each of them can be at times.

Even Daniel himself, the one human character, is also not exactly 100 percent " innocent " neither and has shown how deeply flawed and just as equally messed up and pretty much of a asshole he can be at times.

For real, though, none of these characters, especially the vampires, are what you call "Morally good "

If some of ya'll can’t handle a Dark Gothic TV show were equally all of the characters aren’t “Good people ” and dealing with highly morally questionable /awful and at times ruthless toxic vampires that kill humans for a living and see them as just food. Where every single one of these characters are monsterous in their own ways, and where no one is a “ hero ” or ever truly "innocent."

Then maybe this series isn't really meant for you and should stick with media that you're far more comfortable with if dysfunctional fucked-up monsterous violent vampires aren't your thing.

[murfeelee]

IWTV 2022 INSP - QotD Pt1b: Wake Up

I unlocked the violin case.... Of course I didn't know how to play it, but we are powerful mimics. As Marius said, we have superior concentration and superior skills.... I looked down at the violin and tried to remember my idea, and I ran my fingers along the wood and wondered what this thing looked like to them. In a hushed voice I explained what it was, that I wanted them to hear it, that I didn't really know how to play it but that I was going to try. I wasn't speaking loud enough to hear myself, but surely they could hear it if they chose to listen. And I lifted the violin to my shoulder, braced it under my chin, and lifted the bow. I closed my eyes and I remembered music.... I plunged into it, the music suddenly wailing upwards and rippling down again as my fingers danced. It was a song, all right, I could make a song.... I went madly on with it, rocking back and forth...louder and louder as I bore down upon it with the frantic sawing of the bow. I was singing with it, I was humming and then singing loudly.... And suddenly it seemed my own voice became louder, inexplicably louder, with a pure high note which I knew that I myself could not possibly sing.... I knew suddenly that I was not the one making this strange high note!... I looked forward and I saw Akasha...! ....I was stammering, unable to hear myself except in the pure abstraction of intention in my mind.... I did not hesitate.... I felt my fangs break through the skin as if through a glacial crust, and the blood came steaming into my mouth. Oh, yes, yes...oh, yes! ....I was clinging to her, my living statue, and it didn't matter that she was harder than marble, that was the way it was supposed to be, it was perfect, my Mother, my lover, my powerful one, and the blood was penetrating every pulsing particle of me with the threads of its burning web. "Lestat, what did I say last night?" Marius asked. "You are the damnedest creature!"

-- The Vampire Lestat, by Anne Rice

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

I wish AMC showed Lestat playing the violin; all they had was him playing the piano. But it was his violin that first woke Akasha up. :(

CC CREDITS (no links cuz laziness)

-- Violin from The EA Store (x)

-- Vampire bite/drinking poses by @studiok2sims, thank you so so much~! <3

-- Lestat's ATS3 headphones, top & bottom by EA; long hair at TSR, TSM outfit/boots | short hair in gamma by me

-- Enkil & Akasha are sims that I used Nraas' Debug Enabler to Sculpturify, btw.

-- Enkil hair, outfit/bling

-- Akasha hair | outfit & crown in beta by me