#louis is so human and sad it's beautiful

[slightlydeceased]

queen of the damned left me with so many emotions jfc...louis and lestat's date while they were flying...akasha getting bitch-slapped so hard she dies...mekare and maharet getting the revenge they deserved...lestat's degradation kink almost being a main character in itself...damn

[loelett]

could you draw armand watching louis eat grass?

LEAVE HIM ALONE ARMAND HE DESERVES A SNACK!!!!!

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Allison Pearson

23 March 2024

OH, NO. No. A sense that something was not right, that our wonderful Princess was perhaps in more trouble than we’d been told, was confirmed at 6pm on Friday with an unprecedented TV address that dealt a blow to the nation’s solar plexus.

Some will simply have been stunned by the news, hardly able to comprehend it (what, cancer twice in the Royal family within two months? But she’s so young).

Others will have been in tears, as I was, watching our Princess of Wales, parchment-pale, clearly fragile yet valiantly composing herself to record a message in that crystal-clear voice, reassuring us that, although it had been “an incredibly tough couple of months for our entire family,” she would be OK, given enough time, space and privacy.

One friend who heard it on the car radio pulled over to the side of the road and sobbed. “I am just so upset,” she texted.

Another confessed she was relieved that the Waleses hadn’t separated – one of the wilder rumours that had been flying around since the Princess of Wales was pictured in that photoshopped, too-smiley Mother’s Day picture without her wedding rings.

“For the backbone of Britain, we need those two to be together and happily married,” said my friend. So true.

William ’n’ Kate, Kate ’n’ William, a couple for almost the whole of their adult lives, one unimaginable without the other.

Our monarchy is assured as long as there is them (the Waleses will celebrate their thirteenth wedding anniversary on 29th April, six days after little Louis turns six).

Suddenly, with this announcement, we are reminded that they are only human too, vulnerable at times, and Britain is badly shaken.

As she finished her statement, the ramifications started to sink in. Prince William has to deal with a father and a wife with cancer at the same time.

There are haunting echoes of Diana, too, another beloved princess whose personal challenges played out so publicly.

Poor William must feel like there are snipers in the garden taking aim at his family.

You could tell the children were uppermost in her mind, just as they are for any parent who is told they have cancer.

George, Charlotte and Louis, she spoke their names aloud, her darlings. You know, I think they were the real reason she steeled herself to do it.

To sit there on that wooden bench with spring bursting out behind her. Daffodils on a grassy bank, trees in blossom – a cruelly lovely backdrop for such sad tidings.

How simply dressed she was in a matelot jumper and jeans, stripped of finery and clothed, instead, in a becoming humility, her beauty thrown into sharp relief by the strain on her face.

A 42-year-old who is uniquely privileged yet now confronts every woman’s frightening brush with mortality.

Her statement was carefully timed to coincide with the start of the school Easter holidays so the children could be safe at home and wouldn’t have to endure whispers in class about Mummy’s illness.

(Sparing them the agonies of embarrassment young William and Harry suffered at boarding school when Charles and Diana were getting divorced.)

It’s not easy to protect your children when their grandfather is the King and their father his heir.

The Prince and Princess of Wales have always been concerned to make things as normal, as Middleton, as possible, for their young family; this is their toughest test yet.

Was there more than a hint of rebuke in the Princess’s carefully measured words for a media that really has shown neither patience nor “understanding” since she disappeared from public view to have abdominal surgery?

She could be forgiven for being furious. (Believe me, many of us are furious on her behalf.)

“William and I have been doing everything we can to process and manage this privately for the sake of our young family,” she said pointedly.

“As you can imagine, this has taken time. It has taken me time to recover from major surgery in order to start my treatment.

But, most importantly, it has taken us time to explain everything to George, Charlotte and Louis in a way that is appropriate for them, and to reassure them that I am going to be OK.”

“Back off,” she was saying in the politest possible way, “leave me and my kids alone.”

Of course, she needed time to come to terms with the shattering blow of having a life-threatening illness and three children under 10. Every mother’s nightmare.

But time is one thing the vultures and conspiracy theorists were not prepared to give her.

In the vacuum Kensington Palace foolishly allowed to develop, the vilest rumours flourished.

Had she undergone cosmetic surgery? Wasn’t she just slacking? Why wasn’t William taking up more duties to relieve his sick father?

Had Catherine left William? Was it a lookalike pictured with William at a Windsor farm shop?

The gossip went global, causing universal hysteria.

Imagine feeling as sick and scared as the Princess must have done, yet being under pressure to show yourself in order to disprove the lies and appease the baying online mob. It’s barbaric.

I hope those who made such disgusting comments are burning with shame today now that we know the reason she hid away.

It wasn’t only ghouls with a conscience bypass who were trying to fill the gaps in the story.

Theories also came from people who adore the Royal family and were deeply worried for the absent Princess. We love and respect her so much.

Incredibly, in a poll earlier this month, the recuperating Princess still managed to emerge as the most popular royal, narrowly ahead of her husband.

Despite the slurry of accusations – not least the appalling claim in an early draft of a book by Omid Scobie (media snitch), that she was one of the two alleged “royal racists” who speculated on the baby’s likely skin colour – their figures are broadly unchanged since a previous poll in 2023.

Never Put a Foot Wrong is said so often it’s practically the definition of her.

Turns out there may be stresses and strains to appearing always in control, to aiming for perfection, that can eat away at a sensitive person not born to be royal.

Catherine says her job brings her joy; it must also have caused worry (such remorseless spotlight scrutiny).

We should reflect on that, I think. On what it’s reasonable to expect from one human being who expects so much of herself.

How the Princess came to win such a large place in British people’s hearts is better than any fairy tale.

Bullied at school, the quiet, sporty brunette was famous for her record-breaking high jump and tenacious character.

She had blossomed by the time she met William in their first term at St Andrew’s.

At 29, when they finally exchanged vows in Westminster Abbey, she was the first royal bride to have a university degree; the first to have lived with her husband before marriage; the first to be raised in a house that had a street number instead of a fancy name and a moat with swans.

As second in line to the throne, William was expected to pick his princess from a select group of well-bred young fillies.

Hot favourites included Davina Duckworth-Chad and one Isabella Amaryllis Charlotte Anstruther-Gough-Calthorpe.

Enough hyphens to make plain Catherine Middleton of Bucklebury, Berkshire, feel a little inadequate, you might think.

Except that, when a friend at university told Catherine how lucky she was to be going out with Prince William, a smiling Catherine replied: “He’s lucky to have me.”

The years have proved her right, haven’t they?

The death of Diana left William a damaged, stubborn and angry young man, acutely aware he was a prisoner of fate and railing at the media who pursued his mother.

Catherine has calmed him, rebuilding trust while providing the regular family life he had never known.

She has grown brilliantly into the role and the Waleses are a formidable team, lighting up any event they enter.

Now, it is his turn to soothe and calm her, although he must be deeply worried.

“Having William by my side is a great source of comfort and reassurance too, as is the love, support and kindness that has been shown by so many of you. It means so much to us both,” she said.

The King was right to salute his daughter-in-law for her courage. Imagine what it takes to first tell your small children you have cancer and then tell the whole world.

She did it so naturally, so sweetly, with such great empathy for others with that cruel disease that no one could possibly guess what it cost her. But it cost her.

She has told George, Charlotte and Louis that Mummy is well, and getting better, but the only way she will make a full recovery is if she’s left alone as she completes her treatment.

Will the vultures listen? Will they give her the time she needs or go back pecking for more?

Millions of us are praying for the return to health of our wonderful Princess of Wales. She has all our support and love.

A Britain without her is unthinkable, unbearable. Take your time, Princess, take your time.

💙🌹💙

[savagewildnerness]

An improvised love theme for Armand & Daniel & the sexiest bit of Devil’s Minion!

“Yet at other times, he burned for Armand as if for an elixir without which he could not go on. The dark energy that had fired him for four years was now missing. He dreamed Armand was near him; he awoke weeping stupidly. Then the morning would come and he would be sad but calm.

Then Armand had returned.

It was late, perhaps ten o'clock in the evening, and the sky, as it is so often in southern Italy, was a brilliant dark blue overhead. Daniel had been walking alone down the long road that leads from Pompeii proper to the Villa of the Mysteries, hoping no guards would come to drive him away.

As soon as he'd reached the ancient house, a stillness had descended. No guards here. No one living. Only the sudden silent appearance of Armand before the entrance. Armand again.

He'd come silently out of the shadows into the moonlight, a young boy in dirty jeans and worn denim jacket, and he had slipped his arm around Daniel and gently kissed Daniel's face. Such warm skin, full of the fresh blood of the kill. Daniel fancied he could smell it, the perfume of the living clinging to Armand still.

"You want to come into this house?" Armand had whispered. No locks ever kept Armand from anything. Daniel had been trembling, on the edge of tears. And why was that? So glad to see him, touch him, ah, damn him!

They had entered the dark, low-ceilinged rooms, the press of Armand's arm against Daniel's back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that's what it is, isn't it? You, my secret . .

Secret lover. Yes.

Then the realization had come to Daniel as they stood together in the ruined dining room with its famous murals of ritual flagellation barely visible in the dark: He isn't going to kill me after all. He isn't going to do it. Of course he won't make me what he is, but he isn't going to kill me. The dance will not end like that.

"But how could you not know such a thing," Armand had said, reading his thoughts. "I love you. If I hadn't grown to love you, I would have killed you before now, of course."

The moonlight poured through the wooden lattices. The lush figures of the murals came to life against their red backdrop, the color of dried blood.

Daniel stared hard at the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. There was a horrid shift in his consciousness; he saw this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. And yet he loved this thing. He loved its smooth white skin, its great dark brown eyes. He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls. Imagine, killing like that, just taking life any time you want it, just doing it, sinking your teeth into another and taking all that that person can possibly give.

Look at the garments he wore. Blue cotton shirt, brass-buttoned denim jacket. Where had he gotten them? Off a victim, yes, like taking out his knife and skinning the kill while it was still warm? No wonder they reeked of salt and blood, though none was visible. And the hair trimmed just as if it weren't going to grow out within twenty-four hours to its regular shoulder length. This is evil. This is illusion. This is what I want to be, which is why I cannot stand to look at him.

Armand's lips had moved in a soft, slightly concealed smile. And then his eyes had misted and closed. He had bent close to Daniel, pressed his lips to Daniel's neck.

And once again, as he had in a little room on Divisadero Street in San Francisco with the vampire Louis, Daniel felt the sharp teeth pierce the surface of his skin. Sudden pain and throbbing warmth. "Are you killing me finally?" He grew drowsy, on fire, filled with love. "Do it, yes."

But Armand had taken only a few droplets. He'd released Daniel and pressed gently on his shoulders, forcing Daniel down to his knees. Daniel had looked up to see the blood flowing from Armand's wrist. Great electric shocks had passed through Daniel at the taste of that blood. It had seemed in a flash that the city of Pompeii was full of a whispering, a crying, some vague and pulsing imprint of long-ago suffering and death. Thousands perishing in smoke and ash. Thousands dying together. Together. Daniel had clung to Armand. But the blood was gone. Only a taste-no more.

"You are mine, beautiful boy," Armand had said.”

[whatshehassaid]

Also lil fun fact in s1… Louis reads a part of Daniel’s book where he’s talking about how recollection and memory can trick you: “I look at my daughter in the rear view mirror of my Buick sitting in her car seat… my editor tells me it’s 7 years before car seats become mandatory. My ex wife tells me I never had a Buick”

In the books Daniel is turned into a Vampire by Armand in 1985

In the show:

Louis: Alice is in her third trimester… she steps in gum on the corner of Rue Palatine and Servandoni.

Daniel: the old parlour trick…

Louis: she makes you scrape it off with a credit card..

Daniel: it’s not a credit card. I HAVE no credit, it’s a library card

Louis: She’s wearing that short purple dress you favor…

Daniel: I liked the way she lo- walked in it… she was CONFIDENT

Louis: You felt freer to hold her hand in Paris… *hint of sarcasm* I wonder why that is..

Daniel: hitting the garage door, Louis… all the crap… have at it

Louis: you worked SOOOO hard to get that table right in the corner so you could pull out the ring…

Daniel *scoffs*: the ring… that’s good..

Louis: just at the right moment to surprise her

Daniel: which I DID..

Louis: And what did she say when you finally asked her to marry you?

*Daniel has a flash of Armand in the 70s*

Louis: Danny. I’ll ask for a third time. What did ALICE say… when you finally asked her to marry you?

Armand *softly*: Louis perhaps we should…

Daniel *visibly upset* : She said no.

*Louis chuckles maliciously*

*long silence*

Armand *squirms on the couch and a sad uncomfortable expression comes over his face*: she wanted to say yes.

*Daniel’s eyes widen as he looks up at Armand*

Armand: she just didn’t trust you. You hadn’t given her a reason to.

Louis *still with a malicious tone*: do you want to know what she thinks of you now? IF she thinks of you now? *glances at Armand* we could do that

Armand: or we could simply return to the interview.

——

Season one Louis serves Daniel the dessert he had in Paris claiming he has a human meal once a week to hold onto the thread of humanity…

Daniel: this is the dessert I had after I proposed to my first wife… after I got my shit together. We were in Paris. Little cafe on the Rue Servandoni up the way from Saint Sulpice.

Louis: I know it. It’s a beautiful street.

Daniel *becoming nostalgic*: Alice…. Half of her eyebrow was blonde… like a mutt. She always dyed it back to brown…

Daniel *somewhat sadly*: I liked it when she left it alone….

*daniel closes his laptop stopping the recording of the interview*

[inkmonster21]

Hearts Across the Divide

18.) Alliance to Save Our Own

Noa x Fem!Human!Reader

Series Masterlist

~oOo~

Noa stumbles into the camp, his body bruised and bloody, his face a mask of exhaustion. He's unsteady on his feet, his legs shaking from the effort of walking, but he pushes onwards, his eyes searching among the gathered apes for you.

Noa's breath catches in his throat as he sees you. You're sitting on a log near a fire, your form illuminated in the warm glow of the flames. Jack is beside you, as he had promised, and Noa's eyes narrow at the sight of him. But his relief at seeing you unharmed outweighs his jealousy.

Noa can feel the weight of Proximus's glare on him. Proximus, a fighter by nature, eyes Noa with suspicion and hostility. Noa lifts his chin defiantly, meeting Proximus's gaze with a steady one of his own.

Rudy, the large male human, approaches Noa with a cruel smirk. He grabs Noa's shoulder roughly, and starts to lead him away from you, back towards the imposing cage.

You watch as Noa is led away, your heart clenching in your chest. You're safe under the guise of Jack's protection, but being separated from Noa feels like a fresh wound ripping open. You want to call out, to run to him, but you know this could lead to further trouble. You feel a mix of helplessness and frustration, desperate to be with Noa but unable to act.

With surprising speed, Noa seizes a small blade from Rudy's belt. The human is clearly intoxicated, his attention focused elsewhere, blissfully ignorant of the theft. Noa grips the blade tightly, its cool touch sending a jolt of adrenaline through his body.

As the door of the cage closes behind Noa, you catch his eyes. Despite his obvious pain and exhaustion, he manages to summon a small, weak smile for you. It's a silent, comforting gesture, one meant to reassure you that he's alright.

Despite his punishment, Noa finds solace in the company of his friends and colleagues. They surround him, offering words of comfort and reassurance. Even Loui displays a hint of relief at Noa's survival. The solidarity of his fellow apes provides him with a measure of comfort in this dark place.

Jack observes you closely, taking note of the way your gaze lingers on Noa. He sees the depth of emotion in your eyes, the silent longing that is visible in your expression. Jack's eyes narrow, a flicker of worry crossing his features. "You care for him." The statement hangs in the air, its simplicity disguising its impact. You're taken aback, but before you can muster a response, Jack continues. "It's obvious, you know," Jack continues, his eyes still fixed on you. "The way you look at him."

You lean a bit closer to Jack, maintaining the pretense of a private conversation. "Jack," you murmur softly, "you're a good person." Your words are sincere, a small attempt to placate the turmoil you sense brewing in him. You grasp his hands. “Have you ever felt love? Real love?”

Jack's eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he looks strangely vulnerable. His hands tighten around yours as he considers your question. "Love," he repeats, as if the word is a knufe to him. "maybe once." Jack holds your gaze for a moment longer, a flicker of sadness crossing his eyes. He hesitates before responding as if the memories are painful. "Her name was Sarah," he says quietly. "She was beautiful, strong. We were foolish."

“What happened?”

Jack's expression darkens at the question, and a shadow passes over his features. "Life," he replies, his voice growing quiet. "It had other plans. The world changed, and so did our relationship. We tried to hold on, but..." He pauses, his gaze drifting off into the distance.

Jack's eyes shift towards Proximus, a hint of anger flickering across his face. "Proximus," he mutters under his breath, his tone laced with venom. It's clear that Proximus's presence and actions are stirring up painful memories within him.

Jack's expression tightens as he looks at Proximus, his fear evident in the tension in his jaw and the slight stiffening of his body. For all his boldness and authority, there's an underlying sense of fear when it comes to Proximus.

“Jack, I’m begging you to please help me.”

Jack looks at you, taken aback by the desperate plea. He can see the desperation in your eyes, hear the pleading in your voice. For a moment, he hesitates, his mind weighing the risks and consequences of such an action.

Jack's hands slip out of yours, his expression hardening slightly. "You're out of your mind," he repeats, his voice filled with skepticism. "Do you seriously think you can get out of here?"

You bow your head, hiding your expression. You have a plan in mind but you're wary of sharing too much. If Jack doesn't agree to help, there's a chance he'll run to Proximus. So, you keep your thoughts close to your chest.

Jack's features harden, and his words cut through the air like a knife. "Move on," he says, his voice gruff. "We all have. Love gets you killed every time." There's a hint of bitterness in his tone, a harshness that comes from a broken heart and a lifetime of loss.

You look up at Jack, your conviction evident in your eyes. You know deep down that Jack's words may resonate for some, but not for you. You're hopeful, determined to find a way out, a chance at a different life. All you need to do is wait for the right opportunity.

You knew that the moment would come that night, at the darkest, quietest hour. The camp would be at its most vulnerable, asleep and unaware. This would be your chance, your opportunity. Moving silently, you crawl through the camp, navigating the space with care and stealth. You reach Rudy, who is clearly passed out and unaware of your presence. You carefully take the key to the cage from his pocket, making sure not to make a sound.

As you move to grab the key, you notice the pistol on Rudy's hip. Instinctively, you reach out and retrieve the weapon, holding it tightly in your hand. It's a risky move, but one that adds to your sense of security and control.

You freeze as Rudy stirs, your heart skipping a beat. You hold your breath, hoping he won't wake up. Thankfully, he doesn't fully rouse but remains asleep, blissfully unaware of your presence.

A small smile creeps onto your face as you stand there, the realization that you've successfully retrieved the key and the pistol sinking in. It's a small victory, but one that fuels your determination to continue.

You make your way to the cage, moving stealthily through the shadows. The camp is still and silent, and the darkness provides adequate cover for your actions.

You reach through the bars of the cage and gently shake Loui, trying to wake him up without making a sound. The cold metal feels uncomfortable under your touch, and the silence of the night is palpable.

Loui's eyes open, and he glares at you, clearly annoyed at being woken from his sleep. His expression is a mix of anger and confusion, probably wondering why you're there in the middle of the night. You smile at him playfully, “Oh come on now, brother. How about a smile when I’m saving your ass?”

Loui's expression softens slightly as he registers your words, and a hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

The sound of your name on Loui's lips is soft and full of surprise. The other apes begin to stir from their sleep, gathering near you. Noa is there as well, standing beside Loui, his gaze fixed on you.

Noa's voice cuts through the still air, his question tinged with worry. "What are you doing?" he asks, his concern for you apparent in his expression.

A collective gasp echoes through the cage as you hold the key up for all to see. The sight of it seems to bring a glimmer of hope to their eyes, and their gazes are fixed on you, filled with a mixture of awe and anticipation.

"We're going home," you declare, your voice filled with determination.

Noa stands there beside Loui, his eyes locked on you. The pride and admiration in his gaze are hard to miss – he's clearly impressed by your courage and determination. You sense his respect and love towards you, and it strengthens your resolve, knowing that you're doing this for more than just yourself.

Your moment of triumph is suddenly shattered as you're yanked back by your hair, and you're lifted off the ground in one swift motion. The key falls out of your hand, landing several feet away from the cage. Pain shoots through your scalp where your hair is being pulled, making you gasp involuntarily.

Proximus's laughter rings out loudly, echoing across the campsite, as he holds you high in the air like a prize. The other humans seem to wake at the commotion, but none dare to approach, fearing Proximus's wrath.

Noa and Loui frantically pull at the cage, their fingers gripping the metal bars tightly. Their expressions are a mix of anger and helplessness as they watch Proximus hold you captive. The desperation in their eyes is palpable, as they try helplessly to do something, anything to save you.

Proximus dangles you in the air playfully, his voice filled with a condescending tone. "You humans... always so troublesome!" There's a hint of malicious glee in his eyes as he dangles you like a puppet, reveling in your helplessness.

Proximus looks at you, as if contemplating your fate. "What should I do with you? Hm?" he repeats, his voice tinged with a sinister edge. He seems to enjoy your predicament, savoring the sense of power he holds over you. It's clear he's taking pleasure in tormenting you, relishing the control he wields in this moment.

In a desperate act, you reach for the pistol, but Proximus is too fast. He seizes the weapon from your trembling hands, a smug smile on his lips. Proximus looks at the pistol in his hand, then back at you. A realization seems to dawn in his eyes as he speaks the words, "Ah." The implication is clear – he knows exactly what you had planned to do with the pistol and is amused by your failed attempt.

Proximus's gaze hardens, and he wraps his large hands around your neck, applying a tight grip. "Well then," he hisses through clenched teeth. The threat in his voice is clear, and the pressure on your windpipe begins to increase, making it difficult to breathe.

Noa watches in horror as Proximus's hands tighten around your neck, his eyes wild with anger. He slams against the bars of the cage, trying desperately to break free, like a wild animal trying to break out of its cage.

Suddenly, arrows fly towards Proximus, hitting him squarely in the back. He grunts in pain, his grip on your neck loosening slightly but not fully releasing you. A puzzled expression crosses his face as he tries to figure out where the arrows are coming from.

Eagles begin to descend from the sky, swooping down onto the camp. Their wings flap furiously as they dive towards the humans, creating chaos and confusion. The flapping of wings mixes with the panicked cries of men who try to fend off the unexpected aerial attack.

A new sound joins the chaos as hoots and loud gallops of horses can be heard from the nearby forest. The humans, already caught off guard by the eagles, are now further disoriented by the sound of approaching horses.

Jack moves quickly to the cage, his eyes focused and determined. He grabs the key and swiftly unlocks the cage door. As it swings open, he locks eyes with Noa, a silent moment of understanding passing between them. A nod that speaks volumes – a nod of respect.

With a brief moment of realization, Noa dives at Proximus just as an eagle strikes from the sky. The collision knocks Proximus back, who stumbles but quickly regains his composure. Jack, meanwhile, moves swiftly and catches you before you hit the ground, his strong arms preventing you from a painful fall.

From the trees, Wuka’s villagers swing in on vines, their bows and spears at the ready. They unleash a barrage of arrows at the humans, defending their own. On the ground, the Eagle Clan members ride in on horseback, their weapons raised and ready to defend their allies. It's a sight to behold – two tribes, once enemies, now working together as one against their common adversary.

Gemm swings in with a fierce yell, taking down men in her path with ease. Dar rides in on her horse, every bit as fierce and wild as her mount. Together, they form a formidable force against the humans and apes.

Noa, Loui, and Proximus are engaged in a fierce wrestling match, their movements fast and frenzied. The air is filled with the sound of grunting and growling as they slam each other into the ground, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Loui is hurled away from the fray, leaving Noa to face Proximus alone. With his imposing strength, Proximus begins to overpower Noa, his blows landing with a force that drives the wind from Noa's lungs.

Jack nimbly reaches for a mallet lying nearby, swinging it with a force that catches Proximus off guard. The heavy blow connects with Proximus's chin, knocking him off Noa and sending him stumbling backward.

Noa looks at Jack with gratitude as he struggles to catch his breath. The mallet in Jack's hand has given Noa a momentary reprieve, but the fight is far from over. Proximus, now enraged, wipes his mouth and glares at Jack with a look that could kill.

The fight now turns into a three-on-one battle, with Noa, Jack, and Loui teaming up to take on Proximus. The odds seem to be in their favor, but Proximus's strength and ferocity make the fight intense and dangerous.

After a fierce struggle, Noa, Jack, and Loui manage to subdue Proximus, pressing him to the ground with all their might. They hold him down, preventing him from escaping and rendering him immobile.

Proximus continues to struggle with all his strength, flailing his arms and grasping for anything he can use to break free. Every muscle in his body is tense, and his efforts to escape are almost primal, fueled by sheer determination.

Noa locks eyes with Loui, exchanging a silent nod. This is it; there's no turning back now. Noa grips the knife tightly in his hand, determination etched into his features. He knows what this means – he's about to end Proximus's life.

You watch from the sidelines, the scene unfolding before you with a mixture of horror and anticipation. You know that this is a pivotal moment, one that will have lasting consequences.

Gemm, your mother, senses your distress and quickly pulls you into her embrace, shielding you from the gory sight of what's about to unfold. She holds you close, protective and comforting.

Noa stands above Proximus, holding the blade poised and ready to strike. His voice is low and steady when he speaks, a hint of vengeance in his tone. "This is for my people, for my fellowship clan, and my mate," he says, his words filled with determination and anger. Then, in one quick move, he brings the blade down, burying it deep into Proximus's chest.

The air is thick with tension, but also with a sense of justice as Proximus lies there, the blade still embedded in his chest. Loui and Jack, both injured and exhausted, also look down upon Proximus with a mix of satisfaction and relief.

Out of what is left of Proximus's small camp, those who are severely injured have surrendered, not having the strength to continue fighting. Others have simply given up, realizing the battle is lost, and there's no point in resisting further.

Jack collapses onto the ground with a huff, his breathing labored and his shirt now showing a large stain of blood on his abdomen. Despite his exhaustion, he remains vigilant, watching over the surroundings with weary eyes. It becomes apparent that during the struggle to hold down Proximus, Jack had been struck by a stray arrow. The injury is now evident, with the blood staining his shirt and the pain etched on his face.

"Fuck," Jack mutters as he glances down at the injury. The pain must be immense, but he grits his teeth, hiding the full extent of his suffering. Loui kneels beside Jack, concern etched across his face. He assess the wound, "How bad?" He asks, his voice laced with worry.

Noa tears through Jack's shirt, revealing the depth of the injury. There's an alarming amount of blood already. Noa's expression turns grim as he looks at Loui and shakes his head slightly, silently conveying the gravity of the situation.

Jack lets out a laugh, but it's dry and devoid of humor. The pain and shock from the injury seem to be taking a toll on him, but he attempts to remain stoic. Jack turns his attention to Noa, a mixture of pain and admiration in his gaze. Despite his serious injury, he grins weakly. "She's one hell of a woman," he says, his voice rough. "You're lucky to have her."

Noa nods in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "She is," he says quietly, his gaze shifting towards you. He's thankful for your presence, feeling reassured knowing that you're safe.

Loui looks at Jack with gratitude and pride, his voice filled with respect. "Thank you… for your sacrifice," he says. There's a sense of admiration in his tone, recognizing the bravery and courage that Jack exhibited in their fight against Proximus.

As the last moments pass, Jack lifts his eyes towards the sky, a soft smile spreading across his face. His voice is weak but determined as he utters the words, "Coming home, love." It's a quiet acceptance, a farewell whispered into the sky, as he prepares himself for his final journey.

There's a profound silence that follows Jack's words, a solemn acknowledgement of his sacrifice. Noa clenches his jaw, fighting back the lump in his throat, and Loui stands quietly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

With a mixture of strength and support, Loui helps Noa to his feet. His grip is firm, steadying Noa as he rises, weary from the fight and the emotional toll of the day's events.

Loui extends his hand towards Noa, offering a gesture of surrendering respect. His eyes are filled with a mix of sadness and pride as he looks at Noa, acknowledging the bond they've shared and the battles they've fought together.

Loui's gaze softens as he looks at Noa, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "She is lucky… to have you," he reaffirms. There's a sense of admiration in his tone, recognizing the love and loyalty that Noa has for you. It's a simple yet heartfelt compliment, acknowledging the strength and commitment between mates.

As the dust settles and the victory is won, Dar quickly envelops Noa in a tight embrace. Her relief and joy are palpable as she holds her son safe and alive, glad that he has made it through the chaos unharmed. There's a mother's love and worry in her gaze.

Noa reassures his mother with a gentle smile, "I am fine," he says. Despite the exhaustion and the adrenaline slowly fading away, he takes a moment to hold her, allowing himself to be embraced in her protective arms. It's a brief but heartfelt moment between mother and son.

Noa turns his gaze towards you, seeing you enveloped in the warm embrace of your own family. Loui and Gemm hold you close, their protectiveness and love evident in their gestures. A mixture of relief and affection washes over Noa as he watches the scene, feeling grateful that you're safe and surrounded by those who cherish you.

“Is that her… my son?” Dar asks her son quietly as she follows his gaze. Noa nods silently in response to his mother's question. "Yes… this is my echo… my mate," he confirms. There's a hint of pride and possessiveness in his voice as he answers, a clear sign that he considers you as his own, just as his mother has inquired. “A fighter.” She smiles proudly at her son. Noa smiles faintly at his mother's observation. "She is," he agrees. There's a flicker of admiration in his eyes as he looks at you. "A strong fighter," he adds, the pride evident in his tone. Despite the weary state he's in, there's an undeniable admiration for your courage and resilience, a trait that he deeply values.

As you raise your gaze and rise to your feet, your eyes meet Noa's. There's a moment of intense connection as your gazes lock, a mixture of relief, admiration, and something deeper passing between you. Noa watches you with a weary but watchful expression, his eyes filled with affection and protectiveness.

Dar pushes Noa forward, a clear indication that she wants him to go to you. There's an unspoken understanding in her gesture, recognizing the bond between you and her son. Noa, despite his exhaustion, takes a few tentative steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

With a weary but gentle strength, Noa pulls you into his embrace, sinking to the ground and bringing you into his lap. Your foreheads nuzzle together, a tender and intimate gesture, as he holds you close. The exhaustion is evident on his face, his body carrying the weight of the day, but there's a profound sense of comfort and reassurance in his arms.

Finally, the trial was over. The battle had been fought, and the victory won. It was time to return home, to the place where you and Noa would begin your own life together. The journey back would be filled with reflection and a sense of peace, the recent events leaving a profound impact on both of you.

[thedevilinmybrain]

Omg I'm so excited!

Okay super specific one: the whole crew goes out, Harry gets really drunk (maybe his first time drinking?) and gets all sad and moody and Louis comforts him through it

(please excuse me for making louis again jump over a bathroom stall in one of my fics)

"You don't even like me." Harry wails, his boot connecting solidly with the wooden bathroom stall door. "You'd rather be out there with him."

"Him? Who him?" Louis is leaning one arm on the door frame, the other hand rubbing at his face. Harry's been locked in there for a good fifteen minutes, refusing to even come out and talk about this like a normal human being. Then again, no one is really normal after fifteen shots of vodka.

"Francois." Harry sniffles loudly.

"Who the fuck is Francois?" Louis tries to think back. Is he even friends with anyone named Francois? Even remotely? There was that guy Frankie he met like two weeks ago but he was some club promoter and Louis isn't even sure what country that was in.

"Francois! The waiter!" Another kick hits against the stall door and Louis reels back. "Or bottle boy. Bottle babe. Is that politically correct? I don't know. That doesn't feel very inclusive."

"Baby, what are you on about?" Louis waves a hand at Niall when he pokes his head in the door. This is definitely one for Louis.

"You let him feed you a shot," Harry mumbles and Louis has had just about enough of this. Digging his toes into the thick hinge of the door, Louis easily launches himself over it, landing way too close to the toilet for his own liking but also close enough to bump into Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him from hitting the wall.

"What?" Louis asks, not harsh, though Harry flinches like he did.

"You let him feed you a shot." Harry repeats. The tip of his nose is pink, cheeks even pinker, but his eyes are glassy and bright. He's a bottom of the bottle beauty.

"Oh, well, it's his job." Louis shrugs a shoulder a little. "Besides, you took like four shots from that one guy."

"That one guys name is Russel. And he's married. And has a six month old daughter named Rosie." Harry huffs indignantly. "She just started solids."

"Of course he showed you the whole family album. Only you would get bottle service only to make mates with the servers." Louis rolls his eyes affectionately, giving a shake of his head.

"Don't make fun of me!" Harry huffs, tries to push at Louis but it's weak and Louis has a good grip on his hips.

"I'm not, baby. I'm not. You're cute. And you're drunk. And why would I care about some bottle guy when I've got you?" Louis asks, kissing each of Harry's cheeks, his nose, his mouth.

"Is that what you call them? Bottle guys? That doesn't sound correct." Harry huffs, but he lets Louis pet over him, even gives him a sweet kiss in reply. "Is it bottle service person? A bottle professional?"

"I don't know, pet." Louis sighs, shaking his head. "Do you want to go out and ask them?"

[murfeelee]

IWTV Claudia's Celebration of Life: Spark in the Dark - Alternate Universe

As the title suggests, this event is to celebrate the wonderful Claudia; her personality, her aspirations, her journey. The heart for the past two seasons of AMC Interview with The Vampire. This is to take the narrative back to her, proving she's not just a shingle roof for us.

2. Aug 13th & 14th: Alternate Universe

“It’s chaos after you die. It’s a dream from which you cannot wake.” Armand says quietly to Daniel. “Imagine drifting half in and out of consciousness, trying vainly to remember who you are or what you were. Imagine straining forever for the lost clarity of the living—” Armand stops suddenly to glare somewhere to Lestat’s left. “Lestat, I beg you on bended knee to close your mind. I cannot bear to listen to her any longer.” “Listen to who,” Louis asks, sharp as fangs. “CLAUDIA!” Lestat shouts into the swamp, spinning in his inner tube. “These drugs are making me hallucinate our dead daughter. I’ve been listening to her explain exactly how I failed her with much virulence and creativity for the last forty-five minutes.” “What’s she like?” Louis asks, eager as anything. “Magnifique,” Lestat answers immediately. “She despises me. She’s wearing a yellow… I believe it is called a tankini. She has a margarita....” Lestat twists in his tube to glare at Armand. “Montre-lui/ Show him.” Louis squeezes his eyes shut, wrists limp in front of him. Armand’s mindgift transmission is jagged and blurry from the drugs, and Lestat’s view is all the more distorted by his own intoxication, but it’s her, it’s her. Claudia rises from the dead to berate Lestat from her very own inner tube, pausing only to take sips from her human drink. At least she is granted liquor in the hopeless afterlife that is haunting Lestat. Claudia’s hair is pulled back the way it was the day she passed, but her face is baby smooth, no trace of the injury the coven had subjected her to before her murder. She smiles at Lestat, dimple still adorable, no matter how old she gets. “And I don’t give one solitary sh*t if you’ve got him d**kmatized,” Claudia tells Lestat. “He says he forgives you for letting me die?” She brings her fingers together and gestures to her own chest. “I don’t f**king forgive you! ” Claudia starts singing in mockery, bitter as her daddy on his worst nights. She cups her hands (Her beautiful hands! The simple pleasure of her hand in his!) around her mouth like a megaphone. “I don’t forgivveeee you!” “Jesus Christ,” Louis hears Daniel say in the real world before exploding into choking coughs. In Lestat’s psychosis as translated by Armand on LSD, Claudia keeps at it. She urges Lestat to find new and innovative ways to kill himself, embodying Lestat’s senselessness and Louis’ sense in her rage. Their courageous, intelligent, honest-to-God hurricane of a daughter does not look Louis’ way the whole memory, even though Louis deserves the privilege of meeting her eyes again so much more than Lestat does. Even though Louis has spent a lifetime fasting and praying for it. But she is Lestat’s ghost, she haunts him just like she said she would, and Louis figures… He hears his own laugh—hysterical—as the memory ends, the tears wet on his cheeks. Louis figures he’s just too sane to see her these days.

-- Alligator Tears, @siahatha

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

A day late, cuz I was busy yesterday.

This post was directly inspired by the latest chapter of an extremely good & unhinged post-canon modern AU IWTV fanfic, where Loustat are back together, Devil's Minion is a thing, and Lestat's being haunted by the ghost of Claudia's memory. Louis' sad that he can only see her through Armand, cuz he can't read his Maker Lestat's mind, ofc.

CC CREDITS

-- IP EP pool floats by me

-- Lestat heatstroke tan line in gamma by me

-- Blood bags by @thebleedingwoodland (X X)

-- Louis swimsuit at MTS

-- Gators at Simszoo

[evita-shelby]

God's Creation of Eve

a crossover with my favorite blond bastard, Lestat de Lioncourt to celebrate Eva’s 128th birthday today

just a piece of the full fic to come

cw: death, grief, blood, vampires

taglist: @zablife @novashelby @justrainandcoffee @peakyswritings @thegreatdragonfruta @hoodeddreams13

They had met an opera.

He thought she’d be easy prey only for the fourteen-year-old witch to turn the tables on him as his own thoughts made their way into her brain. Only vampires could communicate with each other like this and the teenage girl didn’t waste any time in taking advantage of it.

“I know what you are Monsieur de Lioncourt.” The little witch had said with a charming smile. “And I know who you seek too.”

Not a what, but a who.

A person to fill the gaping hole his beloved Nicholas had left, a person who will love him forever and be his forever.

“I should have known you’re a witch. Your blood was too enticing to be that of an ordinary human.” The blond man stills the air around him so the little witch can share every bit the universe had allowed her to know of his soulmate.

Louis de Pointe du Lac, a beautiful man with a sad soul and no twin in existence. He lived in New Orleans in a place called Storyville. Louis was thirty-three years old, had a sister named Grace, mad brother named Paul and a propensity to pay for Miss Lily at the Fair Play Saloon.

The Frenchman forgets his hunt as she shares every vision she had of this man and their happiness in Louisiana while only half paying attention to the opera before them. Lestat de Lioncourt had been there when it was first composed, he knew it by heart and would eventually share it with his beloved.

They will dance together in their bliss, they will hunt together and live in the French Quarter for several decades. And even more, he’d create a daughter to complete their family.

Claudia, a consummate killer just like him.

“I shall spare you in gratitude for this…gift.” The Frenchman had said and focused on a different meal.

Six years after all of Eva’s dreams go up in a puff of smoke.

Eva in her madness had used her abilities to find him and beg him to end her misery. She had done everything to forget her grief, everything she wanted done before she died and now, she wanted to see whether the vampire can bestow her one last gift.

She doesn’t know how she gets to his doorstep, but the witch does and she stands before the Vampire Lestat and an immortal Louis de Pointe du Lac.

“Why would I kill you, when I owe you my Louis?” the vampire smiled like Lucifer and instead of making her a fine dinner for him and his lover, he makes a sister for Louis. “You shall dance again, laugh again and when the time comes, find your own Louis.”

The witch had felt pain before but not like that.

Her beauty was enhanced, her magical blood allowed for her to retain her abilities postmortem and her desire for death turned to a desire for blood.

She had been twenty years old then and would be that way for the rest of eternity.

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Inferum

Part Two

Jake x OC (f)

Warnings: potentially scary themes, talk of murder and desecration of human remains

Find All Parts Here

Arrête! C’est ici l’empire de la mort.

Pip led me down corridor after corridor. As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice how alone we were. We’d passed fellow visitors on our way to both the theater and Gens Beaux, but now there had been no one for what felt like hours. It didn’t help that Pip had remained almost completely silent except for the occasional, “Watch your step.” Something felt off in the silence, almost as they knew my true intentions. But I tried my best to shake it off.

I was lost in my thoughts when they said, “Just a bit further to the druids, mon cher.”

Startled by the sudden break in the silence, my heart leapt in my throat before I replied, “Perfect.”

Glancing down at my watch, I saw it was nearly ten at night. We were early. But perhaps the trek to the true destination would kill that time. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the strap of my bag, adjusting it on my now sore shoulder, and continued following Pip. It had been perhaps ten more minutes when I glanced forward and saw a figure up ahead. It looked like it was stepping out of the wall. Pip didn’t seem to pay it any mind so I tried to do the same. But as we got closer, the more the feeling of dread took over my body. The figure was perhaps two yards ahead when I noticed it was made of stone.

“What is that?” I asked, pointing at the statue.

“Oh him. He is Le Passeur. Would you like to hear his story?”

“Sure, why not?” I reply as I stare at the life-like figure.

“Le Passeur is a victim of Louis-Étienne Héricart de Thury. It is said that he and Louis’ wife, Maire Christiene I believe was her name, were having a… Ah, affaire d’amour. A little tryst. Louis found out about it and brought the poor man here. He killed him, of course. Then he cast his body in plaster and cement and mounted him to the wall so that he would always search for his way out.” Pip says gesturing to the statue.

“Are you serious?” I whisper, all color draining from my face.

“Oui, bien sûr, je suis très sérieux! Why would I lie about something like that?” They looked offended that I would even question them. “It’s brilliant, no? His punishment. To wander the catacombs for eternity,” He says, gazing admiringly at the dead man’s cast.

“Don’t you think it’s sad though? To be damned to the catacombs over an affair?” I ask.

“No, he got what he deserved,” Pip shrugs. “Now come, the druids await.” Disturbed by their nonchalance, I say nothing and just nod my head. With that, Pip turns on their heels and continues on down the tunnel. 

When we approach the room of the druids, I can see light coming from the entryway. As we enter, I notice a group of people standing in front of the mural admiring it. I’d hoped we’d be alone, but there was no harm as long as the others didn’t follow us. I adjust my headlamp and walk closer to the mural. It is absolutely beautiful. The picture of women with long flowing hair in delicate chemises dancing under the moon with crowns of lilies atop their heads. Something about the mural brings a sense of peace over me, yet it is the kind of peace that is teetering between a lasting one and one that will crumpled.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it," I hear an unfamiliar American voice say.

I turn and look toward its owner when I see that it’s the man from Gens Beaux. Feeling heat rise to my cheeks, I turn back to the mural and say, “Yes, the pictures online don’t do it any justice.”

“They really don’t,” He whispers, as he stares admiring the piece. 

I sigh, taking in one last look before I dip my head at the stranger and find my way back to Pip. “Pip,” I start, “There’s somewhere else I’d like you to take me tonight. I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

Pip furrows their brow. “You wanted to see the druids, no? We are here.” Then with understanding, they take a step back raising their hands and beginning to shake their head. “Non, mon cher. I do not think that is wise.”

“I need to see them, Pip. If you will not take me, then tell me the way to them from here,” I plead.

With a heavy sigh, Pip puts their hands in their pockets and says, “Tell me why you must go.”

My breath catches and my heart pounds. “It’s personal.”

Narrowing their eyes, they say, “It is personal. You ask me to take you to your death but cannot share why?”

“You wouldn’t be taking me to my death. I can promise you that. But I cannot tell you why I have to see them,” I say firmly.

“Non,” They reply, lips in a thin line and eyes stern. They’re about to say something else when a woman comes up behind them and whispers in their ear. Turning, they whisper to the woman and they seem to be arguing. Pip is becoming frustrated when I hear them say, “Très bien, qu’il en soit ainsi!” as they throw up their hands in defeat.

“We will take you madame. You and them,” The woman says to me while pointing to the others.

This makes my stomach sink. I’d never planned for this. So few know that I hadn’t thought there would be anyone else.

“They know about Les Gaules?” I ask, not quite believing.

“Oui, ils le savent,” She replies.

“Ils sont au courant de tout?” I question.

She tilts her head and shrugs, “Est-ce important?”

Shaking my head, I glance over to the others. They’re laughing and joking amongst themselves. They shouldn’t be coming, but I can’t help but feel that there is nothing I can say to dissuade them. Looking back at the woman I nod and say, “Okay.”

She nods and claps her hands. “Everyone! Gather here, s’il vous plaît!” The others walk over and wait for her to continue. “We will be traveling to Les Gaules together. Pip and Addey have agreed to this. But, you must do everything we say. If we tell you to be quiet and not breathe, you are silent and hold your breath, oui?” We look amongst ourselves and nod in agreement. “Magnifique! Come, we go.”

“So you’ll be joining us to see the ritual then?” The longhaired stranger asks.

“I suppose so.” I sigh.

“Nice to have you with us,” He grins before sticking out his hand. “I’m Jake.” 

I take his hand and can’t help but smile as I shake it. “Addey.”

As he lets go of my hand, we both move to follow Pip and the other guide. Nearly bumping into one another, Jake takes a step back and gestures for me to go first. I smile and do so. As I walk ahead, I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. There’s no way he, or the rest of them know what we’re walking into. If they did, they wouldn’t be so at ease.

I try to shake the feeling of guilt and dread, and continue on through the halls of the dead.

taglist: @peaceloveunitygvf, @edgingthedarkness, @jakekiszkashangnail08, @writingcold, @vanfleeter, @gretavanfleetposts, @katuschka, @thewritingbeforesunrise, @wrldabomination, @lipstickitty, @takenbythemadness

[kneelingshadowsalome]

What if Engel wanted to be turned... but was really sad n scared to feed on humans? She's always been such a nice and helpful neighbor... now she has to KILL PEOPLE??? what would könig do?

I’m starting to develop so many soft feelings towards Engel, she seems so cute and harmless and well-meaning in every scenario even if she’s a crazy wacko stabber inside and makes the perfect companion for a menace like König... She’s trying so hard to be nice and good and always ends up in an awful amount of trouble, poor thing! (No wonder König is in love with her, she’s an absolute mess ^^)

I would expect she’s not like Louis from Anne Rice’s novels, the reasons for not wanting to hurt humans are not as deeply philosophical and existential as his, she’s just been conditioned so well to what’s wrong and what’s right that she snaps her mouth shut everytime it’s time for supper :(

But the thing is, König never allows her to kill anyone… He always brings her meal for her and kills them before her eyes (that’s perhaps why she’s even more traumatized and refuses to eat lol), he even has the first taste to check if what he’s feeding her is savory ❤️ So Engel never has to wrestle with the issue of killing her victims herself (even if she should! She's a vampire now and König is basically infantilizing her here), so what she does instead is develop an eating disorder of sorts.

König tries to find out if there’s something wrong with the meal he’s chosen for her, if she only prefers women, for example, or if she likes humans who have never tried alcohol, things like that. When he finds out it’s only her soft heart and last traces of human nature, König gets more or less furious. His angel is about to faint, she doesn’t even have the strength to get up in the evening – so of course he has to force her to feed at some point!

Things will have to get a bit tragic before Engel agrees that she has to eat – and it takes a while for König to understand he has to change his tactic to help her. Trying to force her to eat only results in a pouting, stubborn, angered little Engel who tries to flee him, but praising her every time she takes a sip results in her looking up at him with shining, compliant doe eyes. The minute he caresses her proudly and turns his voice from stern to soft and says she's doing well, that she's so beautiful like this and get's more pretty by the day when she drinks, Engel starts to do much better.

And then the day comes when Engel is whining, basically demanding to have her first kill, and König is at his wit's end yet again because he can't let her beautiful angel go preying on people, she has to be dependent on him for providing food for her...

[nalyra-dreaming]

"Interview with the Vampire’s second season immediately grabs the audience by the throat and glamors them into submission. It’s gothic horror that holds itself up to the highest standards of beauty, not unlike Lestat himself. It’s fascinating to see how these episodes very much function as an extension to the first season. It’s the continuation of one big story, rather than simply a second season. These episodes are inextricably tied to the first season’s seven installments and it’d be a futile effort to try to jump in with the show’s second season. There’s something to be said for Interview with the Vampire’s complete disinterest in drawing in new viewers while it instead goes all-in on expanding its rich mythology and character development. " "There’s an electric energy to Interview with the Vampire’s second season that gets tremendous mileage out of the first season finale’s major revelation that Rashid (Assad Zaman) is actually Armand, a fellow vampire and Louis’ (Jacob Anderson) lover. These vampires’ mind games and toxic relationship dynamics are fully on display, although this time around they don’t purely apply to Lestat (Sam Reid). Interview with the Vampire gleefully indulges in this territory. Its mental manipulation reaches new heights as Louis descends to devastating new lows. Interview with the Vampire’s second season excels when it comes to the depths of Louis’ eternal sadness and struggles. Anyone who felt pangs of sympathy for him in season one will be absolutely gutted in season two. It’s a harrowing ride, but he’s hardly the only wounded fawn." "This season is thoroughly Louis and Armand’s story, but the narrative gradually morphs into an aberrant love triangle of sorts. Interview with the Vampire’s new episodes provide enlightening and crucial context on how Louis and Daniel Molloy (Eric Bogosian) first met. On that note, the season’s fifth episode is the best hour that Interview with the Vampire has produced and an incredible accomplishment in television. It broke my heart in two and left me weak, drained, and dazed. It’s also shocking how this season’s interviews with Louis and Armand so naturally evolve into a twisted form of couple’s therapy where Daniel plays the role of mediator. It’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, but with vampires." "Interview with the Vampire remains a uniquely special vampire horror story that’s unlike anything else that’s currently on television. It’s thought provoking, timeless, humanizing, and haunting. This season is such a beautiful reflection of what it means to love and truly live — even if the majority of its characters are dead. AMC will hopefully continue to let this interview run for as long as there’s breath in its lungs. It’s a powerful and important counterpoint to the horror genre that sucks blood from ambivalence and apathy so that it can truly take flight and soar."

(Parts of the) Review by BloodyDisgusting

[whatspastisprologue-blr]

Because 2 of my biggest hyperfixations are Interview with the Vampire and The Amazing Devil, here we go....

"Little Miss Why So" is, to me, based on my interpretation of the song, very much applies to Loustat in S1. To me, Madeleine is singing from the perspective of someone who is very depressed and who has a partner who is trying to cure her by, basically, loving her out of it. This is, to me, confirmed by the few lines that Joey sings, as though if he does enough good things for her, if he just shows her how much he loves her, she'll snap out of it. (And it doesn't work and they split up.)

I've been thinking about it a lot but especially in relation to the animation in S2E7 that depicts Lestat constantly doing things to make Louis happy/cure him of depression, while it doesn't work and Rue Royale gets more and more dilapidated until they can't even see each other over the mountain of newspapers, books, and other things. (I am completely sympathetic to Louis, btw, but I also know how scary and helpless it is to love someone and want to help them but you can't.)

Throughout LMWS, Madeleine lists all the things Joey's character has said or done and she sounds so exhausted, and there's this repeated "he said", and then she starts going into a mantra of sorts: "It's so boring, it's so boring, it's so boring....." And she caps it off with "et cetera" like she's just too bored to keep going but she could if she wanted to.

There's a few parts I want to call out specifically:

"I don't know how to reach you when you get like this. I've been waiting for you to come home."

This is Lestat's frustration, basically. He keeps trying to reach Louis and nothing is working. Even when Louis is home, physically, he's not present (I've seen great meta about Louis having a disassociative disorder). Special mention here to the line, "It's daylight again and you look like I've failed you." Lestat is a provider; it's something that he takes pride in and enjoys, whether it's his human family eating food that he hunted, or how he sent money and gifts to his human family after becoming a vampire, or the things he buys for Louis and Claudia.

"If I'm good, will you come back?"/"Stop asking why I'm sad, just know it's enough to know I'm sad." Madeleine and Joey are literally singing over each other here, singing at the same time. Their characters are speaking past each other. They're not listening to each other. Joey's character just wants to know how to fix her, what he has to do to get her to come back for him. Madeleine's character is just exhausted from having to provide reasons why she feels the way she does. Worse, her character continues (as though quoting Joey's), "Yeah, but why?" He's still asking her. He's not leaving her alone about it because he's obsessed with figuring out the problem so he can solve it. And it's driving her away.

"Why don't you just tell them all to fuck off, love, and be mine?" ("Them" probably being "those wankers that you serve all night".) For Lestat, "them"/"those wankers" is probably all of Louis's human connections.

As others have pointed out, "The Rockrose and the Thistle", another of TAD's songs, is a good example of how to love someone through depression instead of trying to love them out of it (too bad Lestat couldn't have heard it back then).

And while I could probably relate several other songs from The Amazing Devil to Interview with the Vampire, I'll just leave ya'll with this line from "Battle Cries": "This isn't a breakup, dear heart, it's a season finale!"

(Also, if you've listened to Little Miss Why So and you think that Joey sounds like Jaskier from Netflix's The Witcher, that's because it is! The Amazing Devil has 3 albums out, in case you want to hear more of his and Madeleine's phenomenal voices. Now, off you go, to be spellbound by these beautiful lovely Fae creatures!)

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Jonathan Ross Show

2013

Part 35

“Shall we get my first guests out ladies and gentlemen?” Jonathan says and the audience immediately cheer saying yes

“You ok?” Louis says

“Hmm?”

“Your looking a bit spaced out” he tells me

“Yeah I’m fine”

“YN what’s up?”

“Liam wants me….”

“It’s One Direction” Jonathan says making me stop what I was about to say. I stand in between Liam and Louis as we walk on the stage area, Jonathan greets the boys by shaking their hands but greets me with a kiss on the cheek. I follow Liam and sit between him and Louis straightening out my dress as I do “we had a little screaming then and we had a lot outside earlier. Do you ever get used to that or does it still surprise you?”

“I don’t think we will ever get used to it” I reply “we’re just so lucky to have such supportive fans who are genuinely excited to see us, not that I understand why still we’re just 5 boys and a girl from the uk who can hold a tune”

“You’ve been in Australia for the last part of tour before going to Japan and YN a little birdie told me you got to meet Liams parents when you were in Melbourne and I know you have asked to keep your relationship with Liam private, but I just have to ask, how was meeting the parents?”

“They we’re lovely and are so supportive”

“Speaking of Australia, Liam you lost your pants there”

“That’s true. It was a really weird experience, quite strange”

“When did you realise they had gone missing?”

“Well this girl half opened the door while I was in bed. It wasn’t YN because she makes herself known. And I just saw this girl peaking in then I ran out with my jogging bottoms on. Later on my security guard saw this girl wearing them at the beach”

“Let’s go back to your love lives. YN we know your dating Liam Hemsworth, but boys, who is the most popular with the ladies” we all immediately point to Niall who then raises his hand

“No hesitation there. Does it differ between country to country?”

“Not a ton but maybe places like japan they like Niall because he’s got blonde hair” Harry says turning to look at Niall

“I think it’s the Irish accent” I suggest

“Could be”

“Now all of you are spoken for except Harry and Niall correct?” We reply with a hum or nod to the head “so your the bachelors of the group then, but to the rest of you it must be hard being away and in a relationship”

“Yeah, but for me like my missus does the same thing so she gets it” Zayn replies

“YN?”

“Mine and Liams relationship is still fairly new so we’re just seeing how each day goes”

Jonathan then starts talking about Harry and how he’s been seen with many woman over the last couple years

“So Harry what are you looking for in a partner?”

“I dunno. I think you just kinda know when you find someone I guess”

“There were rumours about you and YN for a while does that have an effect on relationships?”

“Definitely. Don’t get me wrong YN is beautiful and is just the sweetest person on the planet, but we’re just really close friends” I can almost hear the sadness in his voice saying this, which intern make me feel a little emotional as well

“The rumours can really effect relationships. My ex started to believe them, but thankfully Alex was just an amazing human who didn’t listen”

“And what about Liam?”

“He understands what it’s like. He’s still having rumours going around him and an ex”

Finally we move on from our love lives and we start to talk about our third album coming out

“Who’s the main song writers of the group?”

“These two. Louis and Liam” Niall says pointing to the boys either side of me “they did a lot of the writing on this one” Louis and Liam reach over me and fist bump

“It comes out on the 25th and you’ve announced your single which is story of our life and this one has your parents in it. What a sweet video that is, but YN you have a little tribute to your mum don’t you?”

“I do. When we had the idea for the music video I knew I wanted to have pictures of my mum and some flowers next to it”

“She would be so proud of you but it must have been hard for you since the boys had all their mums on set”

“Yeah it was a rough day, but these boys are part of my family now and their parents are… I can’t even describe to you how much love was on set that day. So many tears were shed from sadness and happiness that day. I also had my dad there on set which helped” Liam and Louis take my hands in theirs and gives them a squeeze.

“YN you are seen crying in the first shot when your developing the photos did you have to reshoot that at all?”

“No Ben Winston who directed the music video wanted it to as pure as possible and he said let all emotions through. It’s going to be another song on tour that I’ll struggle to get through without crying. I think the hardest part was recreating the photos. I obviously wanted a photo of my mum and I, but I couldn’t have that recreated, that’s when Ben suggested a tribute for her”

“That’s really sweet YN. I don’t think anyone will have a dry eye when seeing the video or even listening to it”

We finish up talking to Jonathan and head backstage

“Hey, you ok?” Harry asks

“Yeah” I breathe out

“What was it you wanted to tell us earlier?”

“Liam wants me to move in with him”

“And you don’t want to?” Zayn asks

“Maybe in the future but right now, no. We’ve not been dating that long. I don’t know”

“Well whatever you decide, we’re always here for you” Niall says hugging me

“Thank you”

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°°°° Icarus°°°°

° Prompt: The one where Icarus (Daniel) advances towards the sun hoping the story will be different

° Genre: romance (kind of?), love of the first sight (kind of?), spoilers from the season 2 (episode 5)

°°ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO I APOLOGIZE IF SOMETHING IS WRONG!!!!!°

At some point in his life, Daniel Molloy read about Icarus and his wings made of wax. It was something that he considered stupid, like most of all greek mythology. The symbolism was attractive, calling on poets and writers to dissect every artistic aspect behind each verse, but the lesson behind each story was absolute rubbish.

The young journalist hated allegories about human desires and impulses, but there was something magnetic about what he felt when he met that vampire for the first time.

"She's coming with us" Louis said as they walked to the apartment in San Francisco. The woman was close behind, silent as she watched the dark streets passing by.

"Is that your girlfriend, man?" He laughed, already a little stoned. The few drinks he had at the bar already clouded his head a little, making him laugher than usual. "I thought you were...Well, you were at the bar, so I thought...."

"She's an old friend. She won't disturb us, she'll just watch."

A voyer, Daniel thought as he turned his head a little to face the woman, but to his surprise, she was already looking back at him. Golden pools like melted gold stared into his blue eyes curiously, as if daring him to move an inch from their sight.

When they entered the apartment, Louis didn't hesitate to tell the journalist about everything. He showed him his coffin, his teeth and his story, a narrative full of ups and downs as he poured his anger, sadness and melancholy into the lap of a stranger. Sometimes ecstatic, sometimes sunk in his painful memories and most of the time frustrated as he walked around the place in circles, visiting each dark aspect of his memories. The woman, just as Louis had promised, remained silent, occasionally walking around the apartment too.

"My mother wanted me to have an education worthy of a christian girl, so she took me to France" She explained, speaking for the first time that night. The soft voice dripped with honey, almost as alluring as the warmth of the sun on a snowy day. “I lived there until I was of age. In my twenties, I decided to travel back to New Orleans, but along the way, I was changed. " Daniel wanted to hear more from her, just as he wanted to hear more from Louis, but there wasn't enough tape for two lamentations.

And although Molloy's brain was slowly sinking into nicotine and cocaine - leaving him extremely out of it and making his mind wander to the story being told - he couldn't help but notice how frighteningly beautiful this woman was. The white dress she wore was one of those typical of the 70s: short, hugging her thighs while the sleeves were loose near the wrist. Her boots were long and had square heels that sounded muffled against the wooden floor of the apartment. On her breasts rested a golden medallion with a carved image of the sun. She was a vampire too, although she didn't show him her fangs, but she was present in Louis' story. Du Lac spoke about his friendship with her even before Lestat appeared, of a brief happy childhood before the woman was suddenly taken to Paris when she was still a mere seven years old.

He nodded, suddenly nervous about being so close to her and the sun. The wax from Icarus's wings seemed to start running down his skin as he held out the box and lighter to the vampire. Something about the way she kept looking at Daniel as she lit her cigarette made him weak in the knees as he stared back at her, the interviewee's voice sounding almost muffled in the background. The white of her dress contrasted with the gold of her medallion, like white clouds accentuating the brightness of the biggest star in the heavens. She looked down on him, as if admiring how weak or inferior he was compared to her. A goddess, Daniel thought suddenly, staring at me above the sky. The journalist doesn't know how long that interview lasted, but at a certain point the goddess sat on the sofa and took off her boots, leaving her only in socks. "It's almost morning, Louis." The vampire warned him. "We should go."

"Lestat was selfish. He trapped me in his golden cage for years, depriving me of information about our species, about the world outside and forcing me to be like him" He said bitterly. Molloy nodded, now looking at Louis irritated figure and now seeing the vampire walk around the apartment. The sun on her neck swayed as she moved from side to side.

"Can I have one?" She asked pointing to Daneil's cigarettes at one point in the story. It was 1940, Claudia and Louis were in Paris, meeting the French coven, both excited to meet so-called "modern" vampires like them.

"I'm not done yet, [Name]." Ah, Molloy thought, is that her name? [Name] sighed before turning her gaze to Daniel, looking at him once again, getting up from the couch and walking towards one of the apartment's doors "Be careful, Daniel Molloy. The story gets troubled when the end approaches" She said without moving her lips. Was the vampire talking to him in his head? The journalist was a little stunned, yet impressed. I wanted to ask how she did that, but the sun had already disappeared, leaving only the two men and the recorder in that room.

And indeed, everything became turbulent as the end approached and the simple - yet stupid - suggestion of replacing Claudia and Lestat's place in the heart of the Du Lac almost caused Daniel Molloy's death that day.

How long have been since him started hearing the argument between Louis and the man you saw at the bar? 30 minutes? 1 or 2 hours? The sunlight illuminated part of the floor of the room he was lying while the blood from his neck ran down his entire chest, staining his clothes and the floor of the room. The man of the bar accent could be heard muffledly, as could the other vampire's pained whimpers and moans, but it was during his lapses of unconsciousness that he felt himself being moved to the couch. A fragrance of wood and an unknown perfume surrounded his senses to the point of leaving him numb.

"Rest, Daniel. I'll take care of you" With the little strength he had in him, the journalist tried to open his eyes and saw through a small gap the golden sun amid white clouds. The goddess transmitted heat to him as she rubbed something warm and wet on his neck, removing the sticky feeling of the blood that was slowly drying. Molloy then realized that he was lying on the vampire's lap.

Icarus flew into the sky and the wax melted little by little, but the glow was magnetic, it was all that existed for him. "Don't tell me you're also enchanted by this fascinating boy!" The man said.

"Armand..."

"No, don't start. After everything I've done for you two...the sacrifices, every clean up of the mess you left behind" Armand growled angrily, yelling at the goddess. "ALL OF THIS, ALL THESE YEARS THROWN IN THE TRASH BECAUSE OF A BOY"

The memories of that day were a mess, half-truths, half-lies, much of it manipulated days later so that he would maintain his silence. Daniel knew that at some point he was violently thrown to the ground, while the goddess was cornered against the wall, Armand holding her neck tightly. They both showed their fangs at each other, hers being bigger but theirs looking sharper.

Icarus watched the sun disappear from his sight, swallowed by an unusual darkness. Daedalus was not there to mourn his fall, the wax clinging to the wooden floor of a maze of memories that would be forgotten for years. Icarus fell from the sky once again and no poet saved him from the sun's orbit.

[the-babygirl-polls]

Louis de Pointe du Lac - The Vampire Chronicles

Propaganda:

-Louis wears his sorrow like jewels! He cries beautifully. His eyes are slanted slightly outwardly in a way that gives them a permanently somber look. -Pyromania is his love language. He will burn shit and people for his loved ones. -He’s depressed as hell and a sad wet meow meow but he still takes time to smell the flowers. -An avid bookworm. Reading helps his depression and he just. Loves. Books. So much so that Armand has referred to him as Sweet Dusty Louis because of the unholy amount of book dust he tracks. -Probably purrs. If any vampire were to purr, it would be Louis. -He’s intelligent and secretly sassy. He’s capable of quietly insulting and breaking down his enemies in his soft-spoken southern drawl. -Big tiddie goth wife. That is all. Has a soft tummy but is well-built. He’s got a huggable waist and small but perky buttocks. He’s very cuddly, I promise. -Louis is so alluring that he’s accidentally hypnotized a human at least once. -The most human of vampires, he feels life intensely in a way that many vampires don’t. His most likely unique manifestation of vampiric gifts is preternatural empathy. Lestat has called him Merciful Death because of this. Lestat also calls Louis Beautiful One because he is beautiful inside and out.

Other Additions:

Louis is presented as Creole white (passing) in some adaptations (IWTV 1994 for example), but as black Creole in others (IWTV 2022), but Louis is babygirl in all worlds. :)