𝔰𝔬𝔦𝔢 𝔢𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢

[evilanew]

EvilAnew: an independent, private, selective & canon compliant single muse roleplay blog for Lestat de Lioncourt. AMC's Interview with the Vampire show-based with heavy portrayal & worldbuilding influence from Anne's Rice's The Vampire Chronicles. Endured by Nadia  (  she / her, GMT, 30+  ).  Crossover, alternative verses & OC friendly. Low to medium activity, always accepting memes & loves plotting  (  verses span from the late 18th Century to present day  ).  Discord available to mutuals upon request. Est. 10 / 2025

An erratic study in:  vainglory audacity,  the preternatural allure of a disparate presence,  love at first bite, shamelessly whimsical candor & indulgence,  insatiable hunger & desire, augmented authenticity over eternity,  volatile capriciousness, perseverance in the face of recurrent tragedy,  expression through music,  the coveted curse of a spotlight,  performative theatrics, the hunt tantamount to the kill,  perennial loneliness,  adoration & abhorration in equal measure,  forgiving but never forgetting,  the wanton reverence of the grotesque,  destructive puissance, extrinsic perception defiling one’s narrative,  & regaining one’s voice.

Due to the darker themes of the Gothic horror genre, mature Dead Dove adjacent content will be heavily featured on this blog. Minors DNI.

External Links: Carrd | Interest Tracker | Reading List Blog Links: Dynamics Memes | Memes | Plotting Call | Promo | Joint Promos Companions (excl.): solilacquist (Louis) / desiresuffering (Armand) / molloyed (Daniel) / divineviclinist (Nicki) / thechildeath (Claudia) / threnodique (Gabrielle, Viktor & Marius)

[monstroussuggestion]

I was made to be hungry. I will never know anything else.

[evilanew]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION

CLASSIC. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

[lioncourtz]

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT | Lestat's outfits

Costume Design by Lex Wood

[evilanew]

// Thinking about Les being an auditory person since he was mortal as a survival mechanism - paying attention to his surroundings at home to ascertain the temperament of those around him, as well as when hunting on their land because it can mean the difference between life and death. Reciting scripture from hearing its repetition from others, as opposed to what he's struggled to read (ie. confirmed for the moments before he was turned). How that translates to him more readily taking in the nuance of music, and how that heightens with his vampirism. Circling back around to him paying attention to his surroundings while hunting mortals, with the added benefit of ascertaining the temperament of prey based on their heartbeat. Taking in the constant sounds of a modern world, his mind acting as a lyrebird to populate an imaginary space with sounds that don't belong when closing in on his own mortality ♻

[evilanew]

// I am chomping at the bit from that gifset you just reblogged, and so I’ve gotta ask what your personal thoughts are on Lestat’s gender expression/how he views himself on the spectrum of masculinity and femininity? Or if he aligns himself more on the nonbinary? You might’ve already talked about this and I know you have gnc in their pronouns, but I had to ask on the off chance you haven’t!

@beneathacanopy & @divineviclinist

// Tagging Ace too as you both jumped me at the exact same time after reblogging that gifset 😅 I tend to discuss elements of Les's characterisation one-on-one as I find that easier(?) as part of a discussion, and probably don't write enough of it on my blog itself. I'm in the middle of compiling a Portrayal Notes™ post (which does include gender) and it'll take me a lil while since I'm cursed with Many Thoughts But Limited Linear Cerebral Structure asdf. But it'll pop up over the next day or so ♡

[endiness]

[yenvengerberg]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE Season 1, Episode 4 | Season 3, Episode 5

[molloyed]

[ REC ● ] i haunt the streets of san francisco, lugging my tape recorder with me, itself handsomely mass produced black plastic with faux-walnut inlays, and me not-so-handsomely produced but not-nothing if i'm being honest. i'm looking for people in the cracks - not the people in power but the people who seem powerless. we are all creatures of worth, of value. our stories deserve to be told, to be heard, to be documented. because if it's recorded, if it's shared, then we exist. we endure.

an independent, private, book and amc-selective writing blog for the boy reporter, DANIEL MOLLOY from anne rice's the vampire chronicles. based mostly in the 1970s and 1980s. an exploration of unreliable narrative infection, repression, addiction and vampirism as a metaphor for queerness. by moth. est. 2025.

[cucurb]

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

[franniesbridgerton]

This is a century-long lie. You hung her portrait over our coffins in New Orleans. It's sick. You're sick.

We're unnatural beings! And this-- this is the half-human soul that you conveniently whip out whenever you want to win an argument!

What argument you got for fucking your mother? It's sickness. Maybe the source of all your sickness. But my god! Seek a professional!

episode 6 of THE VAMPIRE LESTAT

[evilanew]

❝ LOOK, I know humans have a saying—❞ A concerning grunt follows. ❝—and, trust me, I understand it’s not exactly applicable to us—❞ Another sharp grunt; she’s panting now. This is the most she’s exerted herself in decades. ❝—but don’t you think? This is… A LITTLE MUCH? ❞

Crowley winds the strings of Lestat’s pink corset around her palms before yanking them with everything she’s got. A resounding crack ricochets around the dressing room, and the former demon freezes, one black, stiletto heel still braced against the small of Lestat’s back for some proper leverage.

❝ Was that one of your ribs…? ❞

// this is so not serious, I just had to pay tribute to Lestat’s cuntiest outfit in some way LMAO

@theambergxmbler

ㅤㅤ“ Harder— ”  The  admonishing  encouraging word had passed through gritted teeth, each strained tug against the vampire met with a stubborn air of supposed indifference, chin raised while biding the elevated discomfort to take in the juddering reflection before them: the blond remaining rooted to the spot with an infrequent backward buckling of the frame, auburn hair lashing and bobbing around from behind at varied angles, restrictive fabric, panels and binding strands tightening until the constriction was almost too much for them to bear. And yet the elongated cut of the sleeves and material spilling over taut edges overflowed in the most tasteful of fashions, creating an accentuated contrast that only heightens the desire for it to be more apparent, to find the spark of beauty within standards that can only be afforded by the burden of pain. Violet eyes roll with the ongoing outburst.  “ You are out of touch with current haute couture trends. Les corsets font leur grand retour— ”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe sudden crack that rings out is the final straw, the vampire prising themself away from the knife-like heel to pivot round to face the other, incensed line of vision trailing down her lithe frame to settle around the gathering of the waist, a catty raise of a fair brow a means of deflecting from the pulsing ache that burgeons at their side.  “ I understand, it must be difficult to see the appeal when one does not have much to work with… ”  Splayed hand gesturing towards Crowley, an affected air of judgement present is somewhat quelled given the abundant assistance that had been offered, a subsequent thoughtful narrowing of the gaze highlighted by a light sniff.  “ You smell different. ”  Not a compliment, but not an insult either, merely a querying sense about the change in the other’s demonic bearing. Either way, one point was key.  “ I will take you shopping during this visit. You are better than this ensemble. ”

[lioncourtz]

SAM REID as Lestat de Lioncourt

THE VAMPIRE LESTAT 03.05 | "New York"

[threnodique]

“We were never meant to survive this.” (Maddy)

@evilanew

very pragmatic, this maker of her maker. perhaps the same little thorn of melancholy buried in his heart as in dear louis, but he does not cradle it so lovingly. does not wrap himself in it like a widow’s coat. in fact, there is not much hiding in him at all. perhaps another would feel some easy kinship with him. french blood, french tongue, the old country, patrie, et cetera. but the french have never belonged to her, and she has never belonged to the french. she belonged to her sister once. then only to herself. and now, entirely, to claudia.

claudia, who comes from him, this golden beast lounging before her, this prince of the night with his insolent mouth and eyes flashing when he moves his hands. so like her love. he gives louis the gift. he gives it to claudia. now louis gives it to her. the line continues, neat as stitches. shrugging lightly, madeleine leans forward, plucking the cigarette from between lestat’s fingers before he can finish with it. no challenge in the gesture. no provocation. simply desire answering itself. it is there; she wants it; she takes it. c’est tout. surely this is what nights are for now? want, take, have?

“bah, what is it these americans say… baloney? are we not survivors? is that not why we are here, while others are not?”

she draws slowly from the cigarette, smoke warming her throat before spilling from the corner of her mouth in a thin silver ribbon. one careless flick of her wrist sends the ash tumbling somewhere onto the floor. her eyes stay fixed on lestat’s face. there is something bright in her expression now, the beginning of a smile, sharp as a pin.

“and no more guilt complexes over drawing breath, please. i hear enough of this from louis. tell me, hm… tell me something outrageous.”

[evilanew]

ㅤㅤFingertips hover as the cigarette is plucked away from him, the blond half sitting upright and half horizontal on the old chaise longue, its edges worn down and several shades lighter than its origin, a casualty of too many years of friction and the mercy of sunlight streaming through windows. Chin dipped and nearly touching his chest with how he peers down upon himself, a deck of playing cards balances just below the elder’s heart, an inward motion of the displaced wrist taking a hold of the uppermost card. Lestat blindly holds it up to his forehead while peering back at Madeleine, the jack of clubs proudly mirrored back.  “ Mm, that is one consideration. But survival, it is not the sole means of defining a person. ”  There’s a low rumble with a slight furrow of fair brow, thoughts drifting to occasions where a once mortal Auvergnat had considered otherwise, how the spectre of a pack of deceased wolves continued to nip at ankles for years to come, carrying a sense of morbid pride with each wince of phantom pain  (  tout ce qu’il faut pour atténuer l’horreur d’un tel événement  ).

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ If we leave this realm with our remains scattered into the wind, our memories live on, do they not—? ”  Pouah, no sooner does he utter the question, the blond rips into raucous laughter that shatters all peace in the space, a tone of ridicule geared towards himself for deigning to be far too philosophical on such an evening, energetically sitting upright entirely for the stack to tumble onto his lap. Withdrawing and checking the card which had been selected, its with a flick of a thumb that it’s thrown into a bowl situated upon a table, hitting the edge to gracelessly slip in. There’s a pleased huff  (  l’essentiel, c’est que ça soit entré…  ).  Guilt complexes - the words stir something within Lestat, the tilt of his head bringing line of vision towards the young vampire, tracing over the coy curiosity that lingers upon opposing features, witnessing an effulgence amidst the rouge locks, one whose presence is oddly reminiscent of both his fledglings in some manner in spite of their differences in temperament.  “ Outrageous… ”  Lips parted as gaze trails ceilingwards in thought, the tip of the blond’s tongue makes contact with incisors, sifting through potential anecdotes.

ㅤㅤ“ You should ask Claudia of the haunts we would frequent when I taught her to hunt. She took to it with a vehemence I had not anticipated. ”  A fondness to the Maker’s expression, it tempers somewhat as the trajectory of recollection considers latter turbulent years, fair brow raising with a shake of the head in vague dismissal.  “ Would have clogged up the bayou with bodies if she had her way. She has spoken of this with you, surely? ”

[thechildeath]

💞 

@evilanew sent in 💞 for five ways Claudia shows Uncle Les he is loved

Shared hunts. Rumor has it that NOLO's tourist population dropped by 25% due to these apex predators... No, but, for real, they were the dream team. Claudia ate up every lesson Lestat gave her. Patience, finesse, and clean-up all eagerly absorbed, though some (patience) took longer to stick. In many ways, Claudia came built for vampirism. But she wouldn't have made it without Lestat. These hunts helped her not feel ashamed. & the truth of it is she made it as long as she did because her Maker helped refine those predatory instincts that may have otherwise gotten her (and them) in trouble.

Questions, questions, so many questions. He was her (tor)mentor. & his elder status meant that she wanted to suck the knowledge out of him like he was a cup with no bottom. It may have been annoying to him, but the constant stream of thoughts, questions, and ponderings were her way of opening up the chambers of her mind. These were not only questions of a new immortal, but one of a sheltered & uneducated (but intelligent) 14 year old girl who wanted nothing more than to soak up the world and all it had to offer. She inherited his appetite. The willingness to continue asking, even in his reluctance to answer, was an expression of comfort and idealization.

Physical affection. Kisses on the cheek good night, hugs, and fits of giggles that had them leaning into each other. Though they were a bit wary of each other in the first month or two, Claudia warmed to him and genuine affection (outside of the sire bond) was formed. She liked getting piggyback rides from him because he was a harder sell. She liked to ride on his shoulders so he could try to reach the stars, the way she was never allowed to do with her own father. There was a hint of regression that happened at times.... but I would say it was almost therapeutic because it allowed her to create childhood memories/experiences she never got as a mortal.

Playfulness. In that same vein... This girl was a miscreant. A terror. Hider of slippers and other such evils. Spa days were not unheard of with these two. She braided Lestat's hair in every which way she knew how. Dress-up in which she raided his closet. Who do you think taught her to do make-up? Sure as fuck wasn't Louis. Coming up with little ditties while Lestat played the piano. Reenacting Shakespeare to an audience of stuffed animals, dolls, and Louis. There were two children in that house, actually.

Adventures. The most dangerous part of their hunts was that Louis never knew what they would come home with. Would it be an abused dog that they freed? Rowboat heist? Driving lessons (God help pedestrians)? The world was their oyster. These two were always on the go. Louis should have invested in leashes...but honestly they probably would have just gnawed through them. Lestat knew how to channel Claudia's energy because he is a 14 year old girl trapped in a 34 year old man's body. & Claudia had no fear of dragging him off to their next great adventure.

[reticent-vampire]

And I spend every fucking second of nowhere looking for her. And where is she? Why is she not here with me?

[evilanew]

SHAKESPEARE'S TRAGEDIES AESTHETICS : repost and bold what applies to your muse

HAMLET : losing oneself to revenge, the ghosts of the past, the sting of betrayal, a poisoned blade, drowning in sorrows, confusing belief with reality, rash actions in anger

MACBETH : a stain that never washes out, doomed by prophecy, inescapable fate, a desperate grasp for power, unchecked ambition, violence for cruelty's sake, morals wavering, a cackling laugh

ROMEO AND JULIET : youthful impulsiveness, long grudges, doomed and fleeting love, drops of poison on the tongue, the thrill of new love, following another even to death, a long feud ended, loud declarations of devotion, a final kiss

OTHELLO : burning jealousy, seeds of distrust sown, faithfulness, lies whispered in ears, secrecy protected through death, the innocent disbelieved, union torn apart by deception, a dropped handkerchief