#sanguilt

[lechroniques]

𝓔ven   gone,   he   was   still   alive.   Haunting   even   the   most   ruinous   corners   of   his   lover’s   mind,   the   red   thread   knotting   them   together   for   eternity   ᵁᴺᴬᴮᴸᴱ   to   be   severed.   Despite   Louis’   best   efforts   to   wipe   his   hands   clean   of   their   torrid   affair,   he   hadn’t   tried   hard   enough.   There   was   a   deeply   rooted   satisfaction   that   pooled   in   his   gut   knowing   with   certainty   that   the   mere   thought   of   him   could   plague   the   other’s   thoughts   so   heavily.   That   he   had   sunk   his   claws   so   deeply   and   was   spared   because   of   it.   

Are   you   real   …   quite   the   question,   one   that   brought   a   smile   to   his   lips   as   he   leaned   in   close   …   𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒,   𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒,   𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟.   Delicate   but   equally   as   deadly   fingers   traversing   the   length   of   Louis’   arm   to   rest   on   his   shoulder,   as   he’d   done   a   million   times   before.   A   simple   touch   cementing   the   fact   that   he   was   here.   He   was   real.   He   was   a   nightmare   brought   back   to   life,   and   he’d   be   damned   if   he   ever   let   Louis   break   free   of   his   grasp   again.   Fingers   coil   around   his   shoulder   ᵀᴵᴳᴴᵀᴱᴿ   as   he   finally   speaks.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Now,   why   would   I   do   that,   mon   cher?”   

Loaded   questions   from   a   loaded   gun   of   a   man,   ᴴᴬᴵᴿ   ᵀᴿᴵᴳᴳᴱᴿ   temper   kept   beneath   wraps   as   he   waited.   Waited   for   him   to   spiral,   unravel,   to   explain   …   did   Louis   believe   he   deserved   death   for   his   actions?   He   was   the   Judas   to   his   Jesus,   enacting   an   ultimate   betrayal   and   sealing   his   ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ   with   a   kiss,   but   with   every   hope   that   the   man   would   be   resurrected.   Lestat   had   had   all   the   time   in   the   world   to   reflect   and   simmer   in   his   own   rage,   configure   a   punishment   that   fit   the   crime.   While   a   fool   might   leap   towards   taking   an   eye   for   an   eye,   he   knew   better.   If   Louis   wanted   to   dispose   of   him,   he’d   retaliate   by   ensuring   that   he   couldn’t.   Not   now,   not   ever.   Ensnaring   him   by   the   bit   at   the   back   of   his   brain   that   still   yearned   for   Lestat,   for   his   love,   as   all   powerful   as   it   could   be.   That   was   the   ultimate   punishment.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“T'ai-je   manqué?”

His   time   in   Europe   only   makes   him   think   of   him.   Paris   specially   became   a   source   of   his   dreams.   He   had   thought   of   visit   it   with   him   one   day,   perhaps   using   his   luring   ways   to   get   him   to   stop   being   secretive   and   show   him   a   childhood   home   for   Lestat   had   bare   witness   to   the   falling   of   his   own.   The   death   of   Loius   de   Pointe   du   Lac   who   now   finds   himself   missing   him   more   than   ever.   Lestat   is   alive   though,   he   has   to.   He   is   not   sure   and   his   mind   often   plays   tricks   with   him,   showing   him   like   he   used   to   be   and   others   as   the   last   time   he   saw   him,   pale   and   eyes   blank   of   life.  

Other   times,   he   is   dressed   as   fine   as   ever,   piercing   eyes   that   saw   through   him   as   sharp   as   t   he   first   time   they   made   contact.   "Are   you   real?"   He   asks   to   the   figure   beside   him,   does   he   wish   for   him   to   real?   Does   he   wish   for   Lestat   to   find   him   and   end   his   life   for   what   was   done?   Or   perhaps   he   wishes   for   his   love   to   return   to   him   and   forgive   him   for   leaving   him   alive,   although   barely   but   with   a   chance.   Green   eyes   look   over   and   he   looks   so   alive   then,   that   perhaps   he   is   looking   at   a   memory.   But   Lestat   never   wore   the   same   outfit   twice,   this   one   was   new.   "Are   you   going   to   kill   me?" @lechroniques

[ghouli3s]

STARTER CALL: INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE.

like   this   post   for   a   starter   from   one   of   the   muses   of   the interview with the vampire muses.   if   you   are   a   multimuse,   please   specify   your   muses.   make   sure   to   also   choose   one   of   mine   or   at   least,   choose   a   few   for   me   to   pick   from.   only   liking   and   not   specifying   will   be   ignored. if you have questions , dm me.

muse list of the iwtv universe:

lestat de lioncourt. vampire. faceclaim : sam reid.

claudia. vampire. faceclaim : bailey bass.

sasha molloy (semi canon). faceclaim: angela serafyan.

daniel molloy * (his own blog, reconciliatio). faceclaim: eric bogosian.

louis de pointe du lac* (his own blog, sanguilt). faceclaim : jacob anderson.

[dethtale]

CALI SHARED UNIVERSE : because I have no self control and making blogs soothes my brain :)

@dethtale : multimuse with focus on supernatural like muses. - high activity

@sanguilt : louis de pointe du lac - amc iwtv and headcanon based - low activity

@senseibalance : daniel larusso - the karate kid and cobra kai universe - medium to high activity

@princecvbra : robby keene - the cobra kai universe - low activity

@allvalley : cobra kai multimuse - low activity

@slaeg1rl : buffy summers from the slayerverse - medium activity

@spaiks : spike from the slayerverse show based - medium to low activity

@ch2mpion : angel from the slayerverse - medium to high activity

@drus1lla : drusilla from the slayerverse - medium to low activity

@heavester : dean winchester from the spn verse - low activity

@h1rezzie : lizzie parker forbes - from the tvd universe unaffiliated with legacies and heavely au - medium activity

@rippeah : stefan salvatore - from the tvd universe au and divergent post season five. - low to medium activity

@hybr2d : klaus mikaelson - from the tvd universe divergent post season 4 of to - medium activity

@11alpha : scott mccall - from teen wolf divergent from movie - medium to low activity

@evetten : everett lang - from wolf pack - medium activity

@lunaphased : luna briggs - from wolf pack - low activity

@blakebite : blake navarro - from wolf pack - low activity

[bratprinced]

#𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃. — independent 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 from anne rice's the vampire chronicles, predominantly based on the novels & AMC'S 2022 IWTV adaption. authored by iz, 20+, selective. credit.

— 𝐃𝐎𝐂. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃. 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃. @ripjulie @goldenngore @damienstoker @sanguilt @executiioner

[ripjulie-gone]

jaw  set  in  a  tense  line  as  she  listened  to  him. the  slightest  bit  of  fear  ran  through  cold  veins  as  she  kept  eyes  on  him. ❝ was  he  not  supposed  to? ❞  she  was  playing  dumb,  that  might  work  a  little  better. julie  held  no  ill  will  towards  louis,  not  really. of  course  she  was  protective  of  lestat. and  she  had  seen  how  heartbroken  he  was  over  time,  even  if  he  didn't  want  her  to  see.

 ❝ are  you  sure?  i'm  sure  he  wouldn't  mind. i  could  use  some  company. ❞  which  wasn't  a  lie. she  was  alone  in  the  house,  she  knew  she  should  be  practicing  for  the  upcoming  show  but  she  needed  a  breather  --  she  needed  away  from  the  rest  of  the  band. ❝ but  if  you're  sure. maybe  i  could  join  you  for  a  walk?  it  is  a  rather  peaceful  night  out. ❞  she'd  extend  the  olive  branch,  carefully. knowing  that  he  could  easily  end  her  immortal  life  and  be  done  with  her. well.. maybe,  maybe  not. if  he  did  she  knew  that  lestat  would  be  most  upset. but  still  she  tried. 

"grand   state.   .   .of   course   he   said   that."   a   grand   state,   that   was   one   way   of   calling   their   home   back   then.   louis   grips   the   handle   of   his   cane,   looking   ahead,   two   old   things   seeing   one   another   despite   the   hardships.   if   he   enjoyed   more   gothic   tales,   he   could   say   the   house   had   a   voice   of   it's   own   and   it   was   calling   him   back   to   judge   him.   eyes   follow   her   motion   and   there   is   a   curve   moving   on   the   edge   of   his   lips   as   he   understand,   somehow,   seeking   comfort   in   becoming   aware   that   lestat   was   still   doing   music.   of   course   he   did.

  he   doesn't   respond   for   a   while,   considering   her   offer   for   a   moment.   "i   think   it's   best   i   don't,   but   I   appreciate   the   offer."   he   would   be   intruding.   a   part   of   himself   fearing   that   lestat   perhaps   harbored   more   anger   and   pain   than   love   for   him   after   everything.   "like   I   said,   just   passing   through."

[morbyds]

p.: you were unholy right from the start .   /   @sanguilt​ ᵇʸ   ˡᵒᵘⁱˢ  ᵈᵉ  ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵉ  ᵈᵘ  ˡᵃᶜ

at first glance,    there was something beautiful in the religious guilt that weighed my louis’ shoulders,   in the shame that tinted so many layers of his damned existence.   yet somewhere inside,   i had quietly hoped that he would outgrow it,   that he would learn to see the beauty i see in the destructive nature of our condition.   if nothing else,   for i knew how that story went otherwise:   the flames calling his name as they once did my second creation.   i understood guilt only when i thought of nicki.   it was not the same.

“    oh,   louis,   you say it as if it's bad.    ”       i snarked with an arched brow and a preening grin,   analyzing every shift in his expression with feline attention.   unholy.   i liked the sound of that.        “    what a flimsy concept,   that is.   there is no such thing as holy.      ”       a chuckle followed my words and i leaned closer to share it in a secret.        “    they only mean to control you with the blame placed on your back for faults they all,   too,   possess.   how is that fair?   would you not say,   mon cher,   that it’s better to be honest than hypocritical?     ”

[townwxtch-moved]

Noticing Trauma sentence starters     ↳ @sanguilt​ said  “It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.”

Skeptic eyes roamed his features waiting for a punchline or some indicator he was just messing with the witch. Trust was something Bonnie didn’t give out easily, but she appreciated the semimat to listen to her. Maybe it was the alcohol entering her system that caused her to question if she should allow herself to open up. Swirling the alcohol in her cup around for a moment before she spoke, ❝ It’s just friends back home, they always call when they need something, not just to check in. Silly I know.  ❞  

[murderousbitch]

What Creature Lies In Your Soul?

vampire.

you have locked yourself in from the sun, too afraid to face the light... too afraid of what it may illuminate about yourself.

“tagged by”: @therelentless​ tagging: @apolloniios​ / @conjobbed​ / @sanguilt​

[nanlanmoarchived]

when an older vampire likes your post about handling your religious trauma in a very sacrilegious way ft @sanguilt​

[senseibalance]

I got a few replies saved. I am focusing mostly on my multi and louis de poin.te du lac. ngl folks, i am struggling a little here, so i’m not quitting on danny, specially so close to his one year anniversary writing him. i do have him on tupperbox and i do have a few asks to reply to as well. but if you want to see me write a bit more my NON CK MULTI is at shetales and my louis is at sanguilt. bare in mind, they are not for everyone, louis is from a source material that is filled with violence.

[dethtale]

STARTER   CALL.   heart   this   post   for   my  IMMORTAL UNIVERSE muses  (daniel molloy, lestat de lioncourt, claudia, sasha molloy). you can also request a starter from my louis de pointe du lac (sanguilt).

[nklsdttr]

hope had recalled being quite small hearing the tales of old , from a time which was well before her : the vampire lestat and his creation louis , and how her father , uncles , and aunt rebekah had not only aided louis but wreaked havoc as only undead things could . but now , the tribrid was all grown up and a monster in her own right . amidst the shadows her words had come and as she revealed herself , sinister shimmer radiates inside sapphire spheres , a mirror to the original hybrid ; NIKLAUSDOTTIR BE APTLY NAMED . " ... and when have you known a mikaelson to handle a homecoming quietly ? " she speaks with laughter , arms covered by leather jacket cross as she saunters towards him . and even as they spoke , humans still under the thrall of her compulsion were putting together the festivities . " you wound me , louis ... " mock expression of offense , hand moving to her chest if only just for a second's time . " ... and here i was , going to throw you a parade ! " in new orleans , there was never not a reason to celebrate . face softens as lashes fan , blinking up at him . " welcome home ... "

@3brihd asked: " look what the wind blew in ... "

once   upon   a   time,   when   he   was   still   young   and   inexperienced   in   the   arts   of   being   a   vampire,   he   had   met   the   mikaelsons.   they   had   been   all   over   new   orleans   back   then,   when   louis   was   looking   to   expand   his   business   in   storyville   and   get   the   rise   out   of   everyone   who   thought   a   man   of   his   complexion   would   never   dare   rise   that   high.   the   mikaelsons   had   helped   cement   his   name   into   the   story   of   the   city   (   that   is,   of   course,   until   they   left   without   a   trace   after   a   fire   and   then,   of   course,   years   later,   louis   followed   with   his   sweet   claudia   ).   "i   was   hopin'   my   arrival   would   be   a   bit   more.   .   .quiet."   the   vampire   points   out.   those   eyes   are   familiar   at   best,   one   klaus   mikaelson   often   had   that   glint   in   his   eyes   when   louis   met   him   back   in   the   day.   it   was   wise   to   assume   his   daughter   would   have   that   same   glint.   "i   was   not   expecting   a   mikaelson   to   welcome   me   back   to   my   hometown."

[nklsdttr]

gaze narrows in a manner which is all too telling , expressing that while she's well aware he's right about her uncle she is reluctant to even admit it . arms unfold as hands are shoved into the back pockets of sleek black jeans . features relax with a sigh of breath , waves of fire moving as she shakes her head . " ... alright , fair enough . " boot heel scuffs against brick beneath her , and in the distance she could hear the sound of high tempo jazz music and smell the faint fragrance of fresh beignets . tongue darts out between lips , licking chops as sweet tooth kicks in ... a rare desire to indulge though it's no longer necessary .

she silently beckons for him to follow her , shuffling steps taken upon path leading to the food truck . " ... i mean , if it makes you feel any better only family knows it's for you . " crinkle of nose as momentary awkward silence transpired . swift change of subject as the tribrid speaks again. " it's nice to finally get to put a face to the name . " but for hope , this was an understatement . louis and lestat had always seemed like myths , like entities she couldn't even begin to fathom existing outside of stories shared let alone actually meeting one of them .

hope had recalled being quite small hearing the tales of old , from a time which was well before her : the vampire lestat and his creation louis , and how her father , uncles , and aunt rebekah had not only aided louis but wreaked havoc as only undead things could . but now , the tribrid was all grown up and a monster in her own right . amidst the shadows her words had come and as she revealed herself , sinister shimmer radiates inside sapphire spheres , a mirror to the original hybrid ; NIKLAUSDOTTIR BE APTLY NAMED . " ... and when have you known a mikaelson to handle a homecoming quietly ? " she speaks with laughter , arms covered by leather jacket cross as she saunters towards him . and even as they spoke , humans still under the thrall of her compulsion were putting together the festivities . " you wound me , louis ... " mock expression of offense , hand moving to her chest if only just for a second's time . " ... and here i was , going to throw you a parade ! " in new orleans , there was never not a reason to celebrate . face softens as lashes fan , blinking up at him . " welcome home ... "

[sanguilt]

#SANGUILT. INDEPENDENT,   MUTUAL   EXCLUSIVE   AND   SELECTIVE   BLOG   FOR   LOUIS   DE   POINTE   DU   LAC   FROM   AMC’s   INTERVIEW   WITH   THE   VAM.PIRE.  HEADCANON   AND   SHOW   BASED.  CST +3.   SHE/HER.   WRITTEN   BY   CALI. #

PROMO. CARRD .

OTHER BLOGS: buffy summers / angel / daniel molloy / multi.

[bratprinced]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 his favorites & it made him realize just how much the other really appreciated his love for theater. Even after all this time, the two had entangled themselves within each other's favorites & interests. Louis was a easy man to keep entertained, it made him much more interesting to speak to if they were to do so. When the late at night conversations start when sprawling themselves over each other on the couch. When their stomachs were full & their attention was directly on one another. The details of their favorite books & cinema was always bought up. Now that there were taking classic literature & turning into a capture, it was bound to be made for people like Louis. A hand slipped through the other's palm, entangling their fingers as they walked continuously through the night close to one another. ❝ How very thoughtful of you. I would happily pick the next story we find ourselves getting lost in. There are plenty of operas that are touring. Though sometimes I enjoy how quick & easy a nice little film is every so often. They skip a few chapters than that a play would be to get right to the climax of the story. ❞

The cold air was welcoming after sitting in the warmth for so long, but how much he endured it just by having someone against him, tugging said warmth closer. He enjoyed the way those lips tried to hide a smile, the attempt was made but it failed miserably. That smile that made the brat prince do so right back. The very air of sweet Saint. Louis made it intoxicating. The sweet bliss of such an outing together when there was little to nothing to worry about else where in their lives. Secrets on the back burner, sizzling up to nothing when there was nothing on his mind but that of their relationship currently. -- ❝ . . . & this time I will not let you wait for the lights to dim to sit next to me, mon cher. ❞

"I   look   forward   to   many   films.   Soon   enough   they   will   be   like   books   made   reality."   They   were   a   few   of   those   already   before   them   but   if   there   is   one   thing   he   is   looking   forward   to,   is   the   thought   that   perhaps,   little   snippets   of   life   will   one   day   turn   into   fleshed   out   stories   like   the   books   he   devours   most   nights.   Eyes   shift   briefly   toward   Lestat   as   he   feels   the   weight   of   a   hand   on   his   waist   but   he   does   not   push   away,   if   anything,   he   always   felt   emboldened   by   the   other's   casual   appeal   to   attraction.   A   man   like   himself   cannot   afford   to   show   it,   less   alone   to   another   man,   but   many   in   New   Orleans   simply   seem   to   mind   their   business.   "I   did.   Perhaps   we   should   watch   something   with   more.   .   .substance   next   time.   Or   a   play.   I   know   you   enjoy   those   far   more   than   the   films."

  And   in   a   theater   booth,   there   was   sheltered   privacy   compared   to   that   of   a   film   theater.   Hands   could   touch   and   bring   each   other   close   but   in   the   end,   you   had   people   around   and   they   were   always   so   curious,   specially   when   Louis   himself   respected   very   little   of   their   rules   regarding   colored   folk.   He   would   sit   next   to   his   paramour   and   would   not   have   it   any   other   way.   "A   play   of   your   choice   next   time."   He   simply   adds,   his   hand   moving   to   fix   up   the   posture   of   Lestat's   hat   atop   of   his   eyes,   emerald   eyes   looking   over,   an   honest   overtaking   his   features   in   fondness.