#that was when I cared about fancasting with accurate hair color

[inmydrcams]

weird book hair colors are funny are I’m never getting over spending all of the prydain chronicles going “BUT WTF DOES RED GOLD EVEN MEAN?????”

[romanshomeonwattpad]

turning to tomorrow | elliot

pairings — elliot/reader | boyfriend!au |

word count : 4.2k

summary : elliot begins to grow distant, and the truth is beyond horrifying.

warnings : rue being a cunt, drugs, weed, mentions of abuse, verbal abuse, angst

authors note : this is a bit on the short side, because i wanted to leave the ending up to how ya’ll wanna interpret it so.

elliot masterlist

my stories aren’t an accurate depiction of the show.

You and Elliot had two different friend groups. His—intimidated the shit outta you.

Your only best friend, or friend at all, was Lexi Howard.

She was bright and airy, her closet consisting of plaid skirts and fuzzy vests—a book always held against her chest. You two would always argue about the stories you read, and how they should’ve ended, or gushed about your favorite male celebrities that would be fancasted in the movies about the works. Basically, you were nerds, but when you met her; you knew that being uncool was actually…cool.

Jules and Rue, on the other hand, were the complete opposite.

Jules wore revealing clothing, half her wardrobe being sheer and mesh, filled with pastel colors and vibrant makeup looks. Her eyeshadow would always bring out the blue in her eyes, which was a crystal water type of beat, holding herself always with high shoulders and a confident smirk on her pink lips.

Rue, her girlfriend, was the total opposite—but they matched each other well. Her go to were baggy hoodies, skinny jeans, and leaving her hair either in a bun or dragged her curls past her thin shoulders. Always worn on her features was a i don’t give a fuck look, leading you to always never be in her path, not that she really liked you much anyways. Neither of them did; ever since you began dating their best friend, Elliot.

She would always sneer in your presence, Jules snickering at the way you awkwardly would shift, smiling uncomfortably at the two while Elliot would ignore them. He didn’t really care what his friends thought of you, because he liked you for who you were, at least; that’s what you figured.

“Ignore them,” he would mumble, gesturing to the girls that kept tossing you rude glances, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ears with a soft smile,

“Come over to mine later?”

You gulped, blushing as he ran his thumb along your jaw. He really had so much power over you, “Of course.”

His eyes flickered, smile growing, before pulling you into a sweet kiss, “C’mere.”

His plump lips pressed against yours. You didn’t really like public affection, but when his mouth melted against yours, it felt like your heels were lifting off the ground.

You were so in love with him.

And for a while, you thought he reciprocated those feelings.

He would always text you goodmorning and goodnight, making you grin from ear to ear as the dimly lit screen would always show the same messages.

❥ elliot

gm, baby. love you

You felt like a kid, giggling and kicking your feet in the air as it was like a routine. Eventually, you got used to it, but never stopped being grateful for having such a caring and thoughtful partner.

He also drove you to and from school, not liking the idea of you walking alone; which made you fall for him even deeper.

You would always have heated makeout sessions in his room, but never went too far, since you were a virgin. Of course he wanted you fully, but you weren’t ready yet—and he understood that. Which is why he never pressed you or asked any further questions.

Well, until last week.

He stopped sending you those messages. At first, you figured he must’ve been busy, or had something else on his mind. But when he had picked you up; he acted like everything was the same. So you didn’t worry.

But then the next day, he had forgotten to pick you up.

You were pissed at first, since he had made you extremely late to school. You ended up walking, which took thirty minutes, and missed your first period. When you had expected to spot him in the hall of busy students and receive countless apologies, you noticed that he wasn’t even at school.

And then he ghosted you. Hasn’t texted you in almost two weeks, or attended any classes. Shit; you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in two fucking weeks.

Had he broken up with you? By cutting off contact?

“Maybe he’s going through something,” Lexi mentioned, flipping the page of her history book before jotting down the second question. You squinted your eyes at her as she shrugged, keeping her voice low due to you both being stationed in the library. Her eyes scanned the words as she multitasked, letting you confide in her whilst she worked, “Go to his house or ask his friends. I’m sure they’ll know.”

You ran a hand through your strands, sighing while feeling defeated, “I don’t have the balls to go to his house. Not when he’s been ignoring me. And his friends hate me, you know this.”

“So? Isn’t he worth it? Like—isn’t this relationship worth getting over your fear of Jules and Rue?” Lexi muttered, glancing at you for a moment whilst cocking a brow,

“Talk to them. Or you’ll regret it.”

So you did.

You took a deep breath, before pulling down your lime green vest, pushing the glasses up your nose before approaching the two.

Jules had been seated at one of the bleachers, chin in her palms, while speaking to her girlfriend. Rue held a cigarette between her lips, which hung from the corner of her mouth, black shades propped against her eyes as she listened silently.

Biting your bottom lip out of angst, you puffed your chest, and walked before them. Jules noticed you first, her voice dying out, bright eyes averting to yours before narrowing. Rue followed her gaze, letting out a small curse as if she knew what you were going to ask.

Gulping, you cleared your throat, “Where is he?”

Rue sniffled, wiping her nose before taking another hit, blowing the smoke in your face before leaning onto her palms, “Where’s who?” She smirked, corners of her lips tugging as her brow shot up, “Last time I checked, if you’re looking for someone, it’s because they don’t wanna be found.”

You were surprised when Jules didn’t laugh, instead rubbing the back of her neck while remaining quiet. Rolling your eyes, you repeated your words more firmly,

“Where is Elliot?”

The brunette stared at you, not budging, keeping a blank face while staring you down. You shifted beneath her gaze, looking over at Jules, who blinked at you with guilty eyes. Her hands were now on her knees, tapping her white sneakers on the ground, twisting her mouth to the side.

You figured she would break more easily. There was something they were covering—and you needed to know what it was. No matter how bad it would be.

Tipping your head over to the blonde, her eyes flickered as they met yours.

“Do you know where he is?”

“She doesn’t,” Rue quickly spoke for her, standing up onto her two feet. You took a step back as she came a bit too close to you, her chest hitting yours, eyes thinning into slits behind the dark glasses. Her tone was cold and bitter, “Face it. He doesn’t want your uptight ass anymore, Y/N. Own your shit. He got tired of you always fucking judging him.”

“Judge him?” You scoffed, face twisting, “I would nev—“

“Because you’re all prissy and almighty. Shit—even looking at you makes me wonder whatever the fuck he saw in you.”

Her words stung, taking you back as they sunk into your mind. Your fists balled at your sides as you lacked a response, not good with altercations, lips opening and closing as your tried to seem unaffected.

But then, the girl who you had almost forgotten was there, spoke up.

“I’m sorry—but this is fucked, Rue,” she sprung to her feet, voice cracking before shaking her head, “I can’t lie for him. It’s—“

“Jules, shut the fuck up,” Rue spat, snapping her head over to her, “Elliot said to not—“

“To not what?” Your voice raised, beginning to grow more and more irritated with the fact that Elliot said to do this and that without you knowing anything. You felt like you were going insane, and that he really did break up with you; in the worst way possible. You just didn’t understood what could’ve went wrong.

Jules gazed at Rue for a brief second, before shutting her eyes, and shook her head once more, “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

“Jules—“

“He’s doing drugs, Y/N,” she admitted, her tone highering as Rue gave up. Her hands fell to her sides before looking at you, breathing heavily, while her girlfriend explained the situation to you in a jumble of messy words, “It wasn’t much at first, sometimes once a few days. But then, something happened with his sister, and now it’s been happening more and more lately.”

Feeling cold from shock, you pressed your lips together, “How often is lately?”

You didn’t recognize your own voice. It sounded so…defeated. Your brain was empty.

Jules looked away quickly before meeting your gaze once again, swallowing thickly.

“Twice a day.”

You inhaled sharply, brows raising.

“What happened with his—“

“This isn’t a fucking interview,” Rue snapped, grabbing Jules’ wrist to shut her up. Her teeth gritted as she pointed a finger in your face, “You wanna know so bad? Then go to him and find out. He didn’t tell us shit. He hasn’t even spoken to us in weeks, either, so god fucking knows what he’s doing.”

And then she pushed past you, huffing out a sarcastic, “—so good luck,” before storming off. Jules sent you a slightly pitiful look as she followed her girlfriend, then both leaving you to stand there on the runners track alone.

Had he done drugs before? Or was this his first time experimenting with those things.

You always had an issue with those things, even weed. Something about not being able to control how you felt, or thought, or acted; it was extremely scary to you. But you compromised with Elliot on the subject—because you had never met someone who made you feel like you were high. High on how he made you felt.

But apparently, he didn’t feel the same. He wasn’t happy.

Not as happy as he led you to think.

Otherwise, how could he do this to himself? Did you do something wrong?

But if it was family issues, you had to push your anger aside, and comfort him. It was the only thing you could do as his partner—even if he hadn’t reached out to you.

Panting, you looked down at the toilet, where his drugs had swirled in the water before vanishing from your sight. Sniffling, you wiped your nose, staring with empty eyes as the sound of flushing was pounding in your ears.

This wasn’t your initial plan. When you showed to his house, he hadn’t answered, and wasn’t anywhere in his room or in the small place that he lived in. And when you spotted the three small bags of white powder thrown his bed, you didn’t know what else to do, feeling something take complete power over you as your feet lead you to the bathroom.

It physically pained you to imagine him resorting to these substances. You wanted to show him that you could be there for him; or perhaps find him a good therapist that he could vent to if not you. You really thought it was the best idea at the time.

That was, until, he stumbled into the halls and spotted you from the doorway of his bedroom—sitting on his bed with round eyes.

His were rimmed with red, probably from pot, a dark orange hoodie falling over his upper torso. A pair of light blue jeans covered his legs, his eyes hooded as they bored into your glossy ones. As soon as he too in your presence, his hand fell from the wall, face flickering as his adams apple bobbed.

He looked so handsome, though. You felt like you had fallen in love with him all over again.

Regret crossed his features, “You’re here.”

You slightly perked up at the sound of his voice, missing how it sounded. You missed him, “I came to see you,” you’re voice cracked, drumming your fingers on your knees, “You look good, but, are you doing good?”

His jaw tightened.

“I feel a lot better seeing you, to be honest.”

Your cheeks warmed up at his words, fighting back a smile as a small one spread onto his lips. He shoved his hands into his pockets, tilting his head, “How are you? Anything happen?”

You shook your head, “No….you?”

His eyes flew to the floor, rocking back and forth on his heels, “Same here.”

“Elliot, Jules told me something happened with your sister,” You breathed, standing up onto your feet. His eyes snapped into yours as you offered him a soft smile, “I’m here if you need me. And if you don’t wanna talk about it, then I give hugs too.”

He chuckled, licking his lips before nodding—wrapping his large arms around you. His scent of cologne and musk filled your senses, feeling emotional as he finally held your again, for the first time in what felt like forever. His lips pressed against your temple before pushing your head into his chest.

“I love you,” he muttered, rubbing your back, “Hope you still love me.”

Your voice was muffled by the fabric of his hoodie, as you wrapped your arms around his slim waist, “Course I do, silly goose.”

You felt his body tremble with laughter before he pulled away, flicking your chin before showing off his pearly whites. You giggled, sending him a fake pout, before his hand flew to your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss.

It was sweet, and felt like home. His lips melted against yours, your hand falling on top of his as he leaned further against you. Your back fell against the bed as he crawled on top of you, his other hand rubbing the skin of your stomach beneath your sweater vest, making a small sound rumble from your lips at his touch.

He snickered, lifting his lips off yours, but then after a moment—his eyes thinned, looking to the empty space beside you on the covers.

His brows furrowed, before pushing himself off you, and standing up onto his feet. Your eyes flashed, knowing he was pretending not to look for the drugs you had flushed, craning his neck as his eyes fell on the ground beside his mattress, “Sorry,” he mumbled, mustering up a reassuring smile, “Just uh, looking for something.”

Your voice was quiet, “I know.”

His eyes flew to yours.

“What—“

“Elliot, I flushed them.”

His eyes shifted, turning darker at your confession, and your skin began to litter in goosebumps at how quickly his demeanor had changed. His face was set in a stoic look, eyes blank and dead, widening slightly at the words that left your mouth.

The silence began to eat you alive, biting once again in your bottom lip, blinking up at him as he towered over you. You had never felt scared around Elliot, but you began to feel a little anxious at how glued his eyes were to you, almost feeling him choke you with his mind.

The amount of anger that radiated off of him in that moment—was horrifying.

“Repeat that,” his voice sent shivers down your spine, “You’re joking, right? Like—you’re not fucking with me?”

You staid quiet, only shaking your head, and then that’s when he snapped.

He turned around, thinking he was going to leave, but instead he had delivered a harsh punch to his door. You gasped as your hands flew to your mouth, eyes widening, as it went clean through the drywall. When he had pulled his fist back out, red marks covered his knuckles, small trickles of blood leaking down his flesh and onto the wooden floor.

His entire body heaved as he kept his body to you, “Do you know,” he took his lamp, throwing it off to the side, glass shattering onto the floor making you whimper. His head faced you before veins protruded from his neck, pointing a nimble finger at you as his tone was furious, “—what the fuck you have done? You threw away something that was mine? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Your lips shook, standing up so he wouldn’t shout down at you, “It’s bad for you,” you forced out, “I’m not sorry. It’s not good for—“

He cut you off with a wicked laugh, throwing his head back, “Just get out,” he sighed, gesturing to the door, “I have to go get more—so.”

“No,” your voice was strained, clenching your jaw, “You won’t. I’ll tell your sister if I have to.”

His eyes narrowed.

“I did it because I love you, Elliot. And I won’t let you throw your life away—“

“Did you? Did you really do it because you loved me, or was it because I didn’t speak to your for weeks?” His tone was as plucked as a wire, yet he was smirking, rage swirling in his almost black eyes, “Hm? Were you so fucking butthurt that a loser like me didn’t want someone so, pristine and perfect like you? Well guess what—I like to fuck. And you don’t. I never fucking loved you; I just wanted to see what virgin pussy felt like. That’s it.”

A tear finally rolled down your cheek, your worst nightmare coming true right before you. You were losing him.

“I don’t believe you.”

His brows raised, “You don’t bel—That’s great,” he nodded, running a hand over his face. This time, his tone was softer, an eery feeling coming off of him as his eyes were much more gentle, “Look; I don’t have money. I’ll forget about this all if you just lend me—“

“Elliot, what the fuck?”

He blinked, “Just ten dollars even—“

“You need help. You just told me you didn’t love me and now you want me to give you money?” You whimpered, wiping furiously at your eyes as you sobbed, “Can’t you see what this shit is doing to you?”

His face began to solidify.

“So you won’t give me money?”

You scoffed, crying harder into your hands, as he let out a groan—not caring that you were breaking down because of him. Well, whatever this version of him was.

“Stop crying,” he mumbled, but you didn’t listen, letting out a cry as his nose touched yours, his screaming probably being heard from the neighbors, “I said stop fucking crying! Fuck!”

Your hands shook as you shoved him back, trying to run out his room, scared that he might actually put his hands on you. But his hands snatched your arms away, “Don’t fucking touch me,” he barked, making you hug yourself, shaking in his presence. His eyes staid on yours as he sneered, “Fucking pathetic. Look at you—crying because of what you did. This is all your fault. Fuck you. I fucking hate you.”

You couldn’t say anything, face twisting as you kept crying; but died the sound down a bit to not make him angrier. When you tried to run past him again, he stepped in front of you, his face in yours as his tone dropped to a whisper,

“You are fucking dead to me,” he growled, “You don’t exist. It’s like I never fucking met you. And now—I’m gonna go fuck someone else that does put out.”

“You don’t mean that,” you pressed your lips together, shaking your head, “You don’t mean that.”

He tapped your temple, mowing you flinch, before gritting his teeth,

“You…..are…..fucking….nothing,” he paused between each word, as if to seat the point, his curls falling over his eyes as you trembled from hurt. You couldn’t handle much more of this. Then, he nodded, as if he was trying to make you understand, “It is exhausting being with a nerd like you. I want a real woman—like; like fucking Jules. Bet she would suck my cock if I wanted,” he chuckled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “I am bored with you. It causes me literal fucking pain to be next to you. You suck the energy from me—like a fucking leech. That’s all you are. A leech.”

You shut your eyes, hoping he would disappear, but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t even move an inch.

His voice still rung in your ears, “You still love me, don’t you? Even after I told you this shit. That’s fucking pathetic and weak. Like fuck,” he grunted, kicking in his desk, before snatching his guitar. Your eyes bulged as he swung it down onto the ground, strings letting out ugly sounds as the wood splattered across the ground, his voice shouting as he smashed his most prized possession to pieces, “Fuck! Fuck!”

“Stop,” you tried to stop him, but he didn’t see you, knocking you in the head with the tail of it. Your head snapped to the side from the force, feeling a burning wound form on your cheek, hand flying up to the cut as your back hit the ground. He stopped his movements, eyes growing in size, as you blinked up at him with flushed cheeks.

He hit you.

Even though it was on accident, he let himself get that angry that he didn’t even see you in front of him.

His lips were in a firm line, but his eyes were beginning to transform back into his old self—realizing what he did. And when you got up, holding your cheek, you shook your head.

“We’re done.”

And then pushed past him, running out the house.

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ACOTAR THINK PIECE: VISIBLE TO INVISIBLE

*DISCLAIMER*

Please take the time to read this post in its entirety and truly reflect on the message I am trying to send before commenting. My goal is to use my background in Gender and Women’s Studies to deconstruct the comments I have seen on social media, bring awareness to the ACOTAR fandom, and encourage critical thinking and self-reflection. I WILL NOT tolerate anyone who tries to twist my words and say I am attacking real life people. In fact, I AM CRITIQUING THE ARGUMENTS THEMSELVES NOT THE PEOPLE USING THE ARGUMENTS.

It’s no secret that SJM struggles with diversity, often opting for ambiguous words like “tan” or “golden skin” to describe her characters. But over the course of her writing career, she has made efforts to write inclusively; and though her representation falls on the side of bad representation at times, she has made it clear in the text if characters are non-white, describing them with varying shades of brown skin or having dark skin in general. As it stands, the ACOTAR world has a limited number of characters of color, so it’s confusing to see them whitewashed in fanart, fancasts, and fan edits. When whitewashing accusations are brought up in the fandom, they are dismissed with statements like:

It doesn’t matter

Don’t like it? Ignore it and move on

This is art and it’s open to interpretation

As a person of color, you don’t see me complaining

This is just how I imagined the character

The text doesn’t say the characters have ethnic facial features

Fans can cast whoever they want to portray fictional characters the way they imagined them

It’s just fancasting, it’s not that deep

Not everything is about race

If you want people of color to be depicted in the books, go read books specifically about characters of color

Fancasting characters of color as white is not erasing anyone’s race because they’re not real

They’re fictional characters regardless of the book’s description, so who cares if people imagine characters of color differently

Western society has grown so accustomed to the media being dominated by white representations that envisioning a character as white becomes the norm, even when faced with evidence to the contrary. Although nearly all of the characters of color in the ACOTAR series have been subjected to whitewashing, only a handful of illustrations accurately depict Vassa as a woman of color. It can be assumed that because Vassa has features society deems as inherently white (i.e. having red hair, blue eyes, and freckled skin), it is acceptable for the fandom to imagine her character as white despite her having golden-brown skin. This mentality is harmful because it suggests that naturally colored hair, light colored eyes, and freckles are exclusively white features and that people of color with these features don’t exist. The act of whitewashing characters of color in the ACOTAR series marginalizes fans of color in a space that is inherently rooted in white-centeredness, and downplays the impact whitewashing has on fans of color. The continued erasure of characters of color in the series not only normalizes the belief that fandom is a space for white people primarily and people of color secondarily, but it perpetuates the notion that whiteness is better and more palatable in visual media.

From employment to education to healthcare to media, race and discussions about race are inescapable because racism affects everything in society. The media has a history of prioritizing whiteness and white narratives often at the expense of people of color. Racebending, which can be understood as changing the race of a character, occurs not only in fanworks such as fanart, fancasts, and fanfiction, but even in visual media. It allows characters that have been traditionally white to be reinterpreted as people of color in an effort to diversify casts and counter whiteness as the default in both visual media and fanworks. Unfortunately, racebending itself gives way for problematic justifications and assumptions. Whitewashing is a form of racebending that erases characters of color from media and replaces them with white actors. The act of whitewashing characters of color is commonly excused with declarations of artistic or personal interpretations of characters despite the text stating they are not white, which ultimately diminishes the impact whitewashing has on people of color. Aside from that, racebending traditionally white characters as people of color has been framed as an issue that is just as offensive and bad as whitewashing characters of color. In the article “8 Things White Fans Can Do to Make Fandom More Inclusive”, it states:

“. . .You could argue that people often reimagine white characters as characters of color (popularly known as ‘racebending’), so why not do the opposite? The short answer is this: When people racebend a character, they create more diversity. If they’re fans of color, they do so to see themselves in the fictional media they love. When people whitewash a character, they decrease diversity. They’re erasing a character of color and, whether consciously or unconsciously, sending the message that they’d relate more to the character if the character was white. . .” (https://everydayfeminism.com/2015/08/making-fandom-more-inclusive/).

The belief that racebending traditionally white characters as people of color carries the same racist implications as whitewashing characters of color is equivalent to arguments that proclaim the existence of reverse racism. Racism and prejudice have often been used interchangeably in society, causing racism to be simplified as one group not liking another. Racism involves the marginalization and oppression of racial groups based on a socially constructed racial hierarchy and it combines with socialized power to carry out systematic discrimination through institutional policies and practices. White people can be victims of prejudice but never victims of racism because, unlike people of color, prejudice against white people doesn’t lead to structural, systemic, and lasting disadvantages in education, healthcare, career prospects, and other societal structures. When the element of power is removed from discussions about racism, the definition of racism becomes overly simplified and ignores the real and damaging impact it has on the lives of marginalized people. The impulse behind reverse racism proponents and arguments against racebending traditionally white characters as people of color are motivated, consciously or unconsciously, by the desire to center whiteness in the media while marginalizing people of color in the process. Whitewashing characters of color is incomparable to racebending traditionally white characters as people of color because whitewashing contributes to the continued erasure of people of color in the media. Moreover, racebending traditionally white characters as people of color would only have the same societal effect as whitewashing characters of color if white people faced the same systematic and institutionalized mistreatment experienced by people of color. 

It’s important to be aware of the ramifications of whitewashing and to not view it as insignificant because whitewashing characters of color is rooted in racist ideals and is a method of preserving white dominance in the media. Whitewashing characters of color in a society that favors whiteness is extremely problematic because: it implies that characters of color are inferior to white characters and aren’t as relatable as them; reinforces colorist views that deem brown and dark skin as unattractive; and feeds into the notion that eurocentric standards of beauty are superior to ethnic features. SJM isn’t always clear with her character descriptions in relation to skin tone but when she is, the ACOTAR fandom should take notice because when characters are described as not white then they’re not white.

[breanne-says-boo]

The Vampire Chronicles Facebook Interview **Recap**(5/4/17)

The Television Show

Production

As many know now, they will be working with Paramount Television and Anonymous Content

They want to stay fully engaged with fans in the production process

No set broadcaster, all options open (Netflix, Hulu, etc.) (Chris joked about it being on Facebook)

Next announcement will be when that network is decided

No timeline for production. They have no idea how long it will take. Script-writing is next. Chris is the one who will be script-writing, Anne will review

Chris: “She finished writing season 1 when she wrote the books!”

Pilot is done. Next are more episodes. They are starting the process and having several meetings with Paramount and Anonymous Content

Anne SWEARS the series will be 100% loyal to the books. (They named GoT as an example of doing this though soooooo)

Anne said compromises are inevitable but artistic control comes from good will and respect; you make it work by picking people you admire and trust. They worked with Paramount and Anonymous Content since they all agreed on a common vision and the end result of the series

No idea about locations of sets and whatnot

Don’t know if they will keep with the 80’s period of the books, however Anne wants to do Lestat’s pre-vampire period period-accurate

Neil Jordan may end up helping out on the project

Casting

Still taking suggestions from fans and looking fancasts up on imdb

Anne: “Lestat is always shaking his fists to those who would break him down…Scrappish impish…lovable hero” Chris: “--and he’s hot!! :D He’s gonna be hot. #LestatIsHot”

Chris and Anne might want to cameo in the series (joked about making a game out of it)

Some characters may change where “ethnicity is flexible”

Anne and Chris agree that POC being casted are important and will be considered in casting. The Millennial vamps (older gang) will most likely be largely POC.

Anne says she has taken notice of black fans showing their admiration of Aaliyah playing Akasha.

Anne gave a story about meeting an Akasha cosplayer who mentioned that she and her friends feel left out of high fantasy for being black and how Anne was moved by this.

Anne: “Akasha isn’t written as black or a person of color…she’s middle eastern” Me: ??? (Those aren’t...mutually exclusive???) Anne: “--but she could be a person of color.”

Marius was played by a black man in the musical and Anne thought he did a great job. Marius can be any ethnicity so long as he’s half Roman. She’d prefer to have Marius as blue eyes and blonde haired like Lestat but it’s “not imperative for him”.

Anne: “Louis at least has to be beautiful”

Armand has to look as described as well.

Anne wanted Cher to play Gabrielle.

Anne and Chris to be inclusive, but will always focus more on how fine the actor is. Talent is needed to get the role, not just looks.

Armand will be casted as someone who looks 17, but will be technically older. Not sure about age for Lestat and Louis (Anne is thinking early 30s)

Physical and emotional aging will be put into consideration (she gave Marius as an example as him looking like he’s in his 40s but being mentally older)

Plot and Episodes

They will tell the story chronologically in Lestat’s eyes so wolves-paris-so on. Basically, how knowledge unfolds for Lestat is how it will unfold for audience THIS MAY CHANGE depending on when they talk to producers, however this is not what they want in terms of how the events should happen.

Don’t want to cheat on Lestat’s life and skip out any details of it (go figure)

Stay faithful to the books and to Lestat’s story

Chris warns for us to be mindful of news that doesn’t come from official page

Lestat and Gabbi’s journey to be expanded

Origin stories of Marius and other older vampires will be shown and expanded on (done through the flashback stories Marius gives)

Blood and Gold will be involved but they won’t DO the story (so using that material for possible spin offs)

A lot about the Talamasca and especially David. Jesse too, but mostly David

(Anne: He’s close friends with Lestat in TOTBT Me: Is that what you call it? lmao)

TVL could be 2-3 seasons. IWTV may be one. Depends

Anne and Chris want to know what goes wrong in the translation from book to media in other series so they can avoid it

They’re keeping eroticism the same as in the books.

Lestat turning Gabrielle will be a big scene, as they feel this is when the series starts to truly bring the vampire world into view and Lestat really starts becoming a vampire. This scene is significant in asking the audience what they would do in that instance. Lestat turning will also be significant.

Characters and Character Relations

SOMEONE FUCKING MENTIONED LOUSTAT AS THE LOUIS / LESTAT SHIP NAME AND THEY BOTH LOST IT (which one of you was it? Hm?)

There will be a lot about Louis and Lestat’s relationship in the series (and Lestat and Nicki)

Anne says she understands how important queer relationships are and how they have driven the series

*On expanding on other characters* Chris: ...human characters like Jesse or Daniel Mollo- Anne: OR LESTAT WHEN HE’S HUMAN Me: :/

Anne doesn’t feel a need to make new characters.

More info on Théâtre des Vampires and the characters in that part will expanded as well

Chris and Anne openly acknowledge Lestat as bisexual and this will be depicted clearly within the show

On the topic of Armand, what that character means to Anne will shine, so he will gain a more sympathetic role outside of just the IWTV perspective. Both his dark side and his more childish, light-side will be shown

Jim Morrison of The Doors was Anne’s inspiration for Lestat’s singing voice and for the band (I forget but I think this was the song Anne named as being a good example. Though, I’m partial to their sexy song “5 to 1″). She describes Lestat’s voice as somewhere between a “barratone and tenor...Melodic”. (Something about Jon Bon Jovi also a little bit)

Mayfair Witches

Rights of Mayfair Witches not available to them (?) and thus, the crossover books are not a part of the VC TV series and, thus no show for them right now

Maybe Mayfair TV series in future. Anne doesn’t want them to play second fiddle to the vampires

Anne and Chris

They talked about the recent April Fool’s Joke. Anne apologized to Justin Beiber?? Why?? I don’t know (they weren’t behind the joke article)

Chris likes Riverdale (ew)

Chris worked with Anne on Ramses the Damned.

Someone in the VC Discord Server brought up the question of if Chris could/would carry out the VC books after Anne. Based off this interview, I think it’s very likely depending on how well the VC TV series goes. He seemed a little apprehensive about it, but he’s worked with his mother on writing and is familiar enough with her characters to care about them. I think it’s possible

Chris went to the VC balls in New Orleans as a kid

Chris’ A Density of Souls may get a chance to be a film. Chris is in discussion with someone about it (?? that’s what I got from the interview anyways)

*After Anne leaves to get Chris a Coke* Chris *to the camera*: She won’t let me out of the house. She won’t let me leave!! Me: Same

The Facebook Page and Other Information

Anne, yet again, made a little speech about how nerds mean a lot to Hollywood nowadays

“Readers know things about the novels that are valuable”

They have a record of fan comments that Anne reads every so often

They mentioned some of the fights going on in the FB thread

(Chris: There are some people with...strong casting choices. Anne: I got into fights with people lmao)

Anne prefers if you message her over the page rather than through emails

They cannot do much about given resumes and asking about jobs related to production. There will be a time for that later

Anne is in contract for two more VC novels. It sounded like her next novel is also included in the TV series’ contract, but I could have misinterpreted. 

Anne asks about any regrets or things she would change from the books as she goes into the series. More fleshing out but that’s about it

Disappointing the fans is their biggest concern and worry