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( # BLEDBETRAYL ) a mutuals only , canon / headcanon based , crossover welcoming , semi- selective blog for lestat de lioncourt from amc's interview with the vampire. minors and personals dni. all credit for psds & graphics goes to @218comms ( discord is available upon request. )
"THE WI-FI in this place sucks." This was the third time his iPad had disconnected. How was he supposed to submit his high scores to the leaderboards if he couldn't get a stable connection? "You pay me for--" Felix stopped, realising, not for the first time, he still wasn't quite sure what his exact position here was. Lestat Wrangler, perhaps. "Fuck all, is what you pay me." This wasn't entirely true. While there wasn't a number big enough to put up with Lestat's whirlwind of emotions, this did not mean Felix went uncompensated. Quite the opposite, in fact, Lestat was very generous with his wealth- generous may not have been the right word. Flippant, more like. Lestat had the kind of "fuck you" wealth that left him with no concept of money, but he also had the wherewithal to make sure Felix was taken care of. Every month, like clockwork, a generous sum of money was deposited into Felix's account; he still wasn't sure where it came from or how Lestat knew to send it.
If Lestat processed any of what Felix had said, he didn't show it; instead, he chose to preen in the mirror. With a defeated sigh, Felix tossed the iPad onto the other side of the couch. Angry Birds would have to wait until they went back to the hotel. "You look like a million bucks," he said, plopping down into a stool next to Lestat. He poked at the container of glitter, "Any more and they'll mistake you for Edward Cullen, though."
" tell them to make it better ," lestat said, as if it was a matter of fact - like the vampire expected felix to go down to the venue manager and demand a better wifi connection. " then you can get back to your .... tapping unbothered. " he'd be lying if he said he'd never tried one of felix's games before , prefering to enjoy the ones where he won so easily on them. although there had been broken controllers when minecraft went wrong.
finally , a glance away from his own reflection and a frown covered the painted lips. " i pay you enough , if you want a raise, do more. " not that they'd be able to tell felix what more would entail. prehaps make something up on the spot if asked , little chores that lestat could make up. the thought alone had them giggling.
"i know i do , but you know , a little glitter won't ruin your gorgeous looks. " using the tiny brush he had been using for precision as a playful threatening weapon, pointing it at felix. " is that the one from the tv show ?"
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞 (2007)
change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.
"I think we're gonna have a very interesting time, capturing whatever paranormal phenomena is occurring or not occurring."
"I think the camera should point down the hall, that's where we heard its footsteps."
"Obviously, this is incontrovertible evidence that evil forces came from beyond the grave to move your keys."
"More often than not, things that you've shared with me can be explained away by simple things, like squeaky houses or rattling pipes."
"Well. Basically, it could be two things: It could be a ghost, or it could be a demon."
"I don't think it cares about alarms and locked doors. It can go wherever it wants, it can do whatever it wants."
"I would feel the breathing and it would wake me up, and I would see it, the shadowy mass at the foot of my bed."
"There was a fire. Everyone got out, no one was hurt, thank God... but we lost everything, and so we moved."
"So then, from the time you were eight years old until now, have you experienced this haunting periodically over the ensuing years?"
"I've heard whispering. Sometimes I can't understand it, sometimes it's saying my name."
"These hauntings, they feed off of negative energy. So if there is something negative going on here, it will help spur on the haunting."
"A demon is something different from a ghost. That's an entity that relates to something that is non-human."
"You cannot run from this. It'll follow you."
"And if you do pick up an Ouija board and try to play games with it, that's opening the door, inviting it in."
"I just... I just had a nightmare."
"No, you haven't been having progress and you're not in control! It is in control."
"No! [name], don't leave me here."
"Okay, Okay. It's okay, I won't leave you."
"Well, I've got to tell you, I am not the person to help you in this situation."
"Fine! I promise you I won't buy a Ouija board."
"I don't think we should be messing with this. This is why it scares me, you don't take it seriously."
"Were you sleepwalking?"
"I've got to get out of here. This thing is aggravated by the fact that I'm here."
"We'll stay there tonight, until we figure out what we're doing. We're not staying here another night."
"I don't remember anything. I know that I had nightmares all night..."
"I don't give a fuck what that thing says on the Ouija board!"
"If it doesn't work, if it doesn't help us, I'm calling the demonologist and we're getting this taken care of."
"There is no way you found that in our attic! There is no way that that even exists!"
"I think we could both use a little more sleep."
"I don't know what the hell's going on, but this is insane."
"Baby, come here. Please don't go... Please, just stay, please. Don't go."
"I'm not going back in that bedroom."
"Has this shit happened in the daytime before?"
"I'm just scared. I couldn't be in that room anymore."
"You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault. Now listen to me, it's not your fault."
"I can't be here. I can't. Please, let's go. Let's just go right now. Let's get in the car and let's go."
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .
smug & self important light dances in amber eyes: to be seen in lestat's good grace again ( like heaven-sent mana ); whether lestat recognizes or not. he chews on the inside of his cheek to keep down the creeping smile. important to not get too lost in this joy of second choice. he moves closer, arranging a wounded expression to better play along. ❝ and ❞ a pause. direct hardly an adjective used to describe armand. ❝- if i told you i came back where i wanted? ❞
lestat craved attention , and if getting it from armand was the only place he could recieve it then , the vampire would take whatever was offered. that small tiny voice inside their head - reminding them that the past could not repeat was silenced as the distance between them closed and the blond was looking down at armand. wanted.
that small word , managing to send lestat's mind into a highwire , wanted. wanted wanted. louis had never truly wanted--- no. thoughts must not go into those darker places , where they were left to ponder on past love. that's how the spirals came about.
" and what is you want that has you coming back? "
” must you not have your shirt on ? “ a soft huff spills off brims , digits sculpting their mark into ivory pages . a green hue cascaded over his frame , poisoning his features but not his tongue . THE FAWNING OF MERE MORTALS SHOULD BE BENEATH HIM . they had nothing on their history ….. yet why must the sight of his maker be for all to relish ? / @bratstats .
an easy grin , leaning into louis - getting all up into his beloved's personal space, taking it up for himself , and himself only , because in lestat's eyes - louis was only made for lestat. " you enjoy seeing me like this , can always feel you watching ." they're teasing now, so playful and easy almost like the first time they ever met louis.
Daniel wasn't sure what sort of reaction he had been expecting once he actually met Lestat. Did he expect him to like it? No, of course not. But that knowledge still couldn't stop him from being a tad caught off guard by Lestat's launch of the book at his head. Leaning away from the book, feeling the wind brush past his ear as it hit the wall behind him. The ridiculousness of the situation wasn't lost on him as he let out a small chuckle.
"You say that like I've never been threatened with a lawsuit before." Daniel said to him, leaning back he looked at Lestat and said, "but why drag your name further with a lawsuit? 9 times out of 10 someone sues for defamation, it's because they got something to hide. I could always, tell your side of things." Daniel suggested, shrugging slightly. "I was fed a narrative by your fledgling and your ex, wouldn't you like a chance to set the record straight?"
Was it self serving to offer this to Lestat? Sure. Saves him from a lawsuit and potentially makes him more money. But he wouldn't lie and say the idea of smearing Armand pleased him.
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both eyebrows raised with a simple "hmm." sound passed lestat' lips, not surprised that the writer had been threatened with lawsuits before , "with writing like that ? i am shocked ." the snarkiness, the sarcasm all laced with the same humour that the vampire managed to shock themselves with.
"fledgling and ex.." a slow drawl of words , "you havent spoken to claudia ( her name felt wrong as he said it, the haunting ghost of his daughter still lingered heavily around lestat , possibly eternity, he would never be able to move on ) " you mean louis for both , right? surely not the gremlin. "
a long pause, one leg crossed over the other, his pointed and painted nails tapping against his own arm. " you are not writing my life , with you terrible writing. "
it's one thing to hear about a new release of a book, one's that been steadily growing in popularity - it's another thing to find out that the author is your great great grand-uncle who's not only alive, but some. . .immortal vampire. the last few weeks have been a lot, in truth - & now?
now, she's sitting at a cafe across from a rockstar, one hand rising her coffee to her lips whilst the other reaches out for the book, brows furrowing.
". . .heard of it, and trust me - plenty of people trying to ask me questions like i was around for it, but - haven't really tried reading it. . .still trying to process." that vampires are apparently real.
lestat never thought of why he had sought out one of louis' family ... had louis even sought her out? the vampire couldn't be sure , or maybe it was that they simply did not care. he had wanted someone to rant to, and a family member had seemed like the best choice, especially with the documentary now coming out about lestat. his own side of the story.
" it is a load of.. nothing. " accent strong and vicious around their words, like the book had insulted them. and it had ... seeing his and louis' relationship viewed in that way.. claudia - no too much to cut into with that one. a scar not ready to drag open.
" are you not going to offer me one of those ?" a gesture to her coffee.
LESTAT DE LIONCOURT x THE LIFE OF A SHOWGIRL COVERS
I'm the Vampire Lestat. Remember me? The vampire who became a super rock star, the one who wrote the autobiography? The one with the blond hair and the gray eyes, and the insatiable desire for visibility and fame? You remember.
[insp. 1, 2, 3, 4]
Lestat's "Hate Me" shoes.. he's such a little shit 😅
reverse meme call! like this & I'll go through your meme tag. multis let me know who you want!
reverse meme call! like this & I'll go through your meme tag. multis let me know who you want!
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .
squeezes you like a tube of toothpaste
lestat is actually very happy and content with this
⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 (pt. 2)
𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞
when i found you, you were young, wayward, lost in the cold.
i pulled up to you in the jag, turned your rags into gold.
the winding road led to the chateau.
you remind me of a younger me
i saw potential.
i’ll be your father figure.
i drink that brown liquor.
i can make deals with the devil because my dick’s bigger.
this love is pure profit.
just step into my office.
i dry your tears with my sleeve.
leave it with me.
i protect the family.
i pay the check before it kisses the mahogany grain.
they want to see you rise, but they don’t want you to reign.
i showed you all the tricks of the trade.
all i asked for was your loyalty.
my dear protégé.
they’ll know your name in the streets.
i saw a change in you.
they don’t make loyalty like they used to.
your thoughtless ambition sparked the ignition on foolish decisions, which led to misguided visions.
the belief that to fulfill your dreams, you had to get rid of me.
i was your father figure.
we drank that brown liquor.
you made a deal with this devil; turns out my dick’s bigger.
you want a fight? you found it.
i’ve got the place surrounded.
you’ll be sleeping with the fishes before you know you’re drowning.
whose portrait’s on the mantel?
who covered up your scandals?
mistake my kindness for weakness and find your card cancelled.
you pulled the wrong trigger.
this empire belongs to me.
𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫
everybody’s so punk on the internet. everyone’s unbothered until they’re not.
every joke’s just trolling and memes
sad as it seems, apathy is hot.
everybody’s cutthroat in the comments.
every single hot take is cold as ice.
when you found me, i said i was busy.
that was a lie.
i have been afflicted by a terminal uniqueness.
i’ve been dying just from trying to seem cool.
but i’m not a bad bitch, and this isn’t savage.
i’m never gonna let you down.
i’m never gonna leave you out.
so many traitors, smooth operators, but i’m never gonna break that vow.
i’m never gonna leave you now.
the last time i laughed this hard was on the trampoline in somebody’s backyard.
i must’ve been about eight or nine.
that was the night i fell off and broke my arm.
pretty soon, i learned cautious discretion.
when i said i don’t believe in marriage, that was a lie.
every eldest daughter was the first lamb to the slaughter.
things i said were dumb because i thought that i’d never find that beautiful life that shimmers that innocent light back
like when we were young.
every youngest child felt they were raised up in the wild.
now you’re home.
𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩
glistening grass from september rain.
a gray overpass full of neon names.
you drive, eighty-five, down gallatin road and past the lakeside beach.
watching the game from your brother’s jeep, your smile miles wide.
it was not an invitation.
i should’ve kissed you anyway.
it was not convenient, no.
your girlfriend was away.
shiny wood floors underneath my feet.
a disco ball makes everything look cheap.
have fun, it’s prom.
a wilted corsage dangles from my wrist.
over his shoulder, i catch a glimpse and see you looking at me.
as the 50 cent song played, i should’ve kissed you anyway.
it would’ve been the best mistake.
don’t make it awkward in second period.
it might piss your ex off.
lately we’ve been good.
staying friends is safe, but that doesn’t mean you should.
when i left school, i lost track of you.
[name] called me with the bad news.
goodbye.
we’ll never know why.
i flew home anyway, with so much left to say.
i whispered at the grave, “should’ve kissed you anyway.”
my advice is to always ruin the friendship. better that than regret it for all time.
one day i will stop disappearing from this blog
"Lestat looked up at me now with his large, agonized eyes and his smooth, ageless face. 'But you'll come back… you'll come to visit me… Louis?' he said. Interview with the Vampire (2022) | Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire (1976) & The Vampire Lestat (1985)
