Prince Lestat de Lioncourt

VC Role player, NSFW, 21 mun/muse. *On most weekends* Please read My Laws & About Moi. I role play VC including Prince Lestat. Just Ask me to start a rp or IM me to plot.

[gottalovelestat]

Smiles sadly and sits with him. There's a moment of silence from him and he looks over nervously. ".... Hello Lestat."

“Salut...” He says looking at the other wondering why he is so nervous.

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Affection meme

Send one for a gentle gesture. When possible, send “reverse” to invert the roles.

👫- To hold my muse’s hand

💕- To give them a kiss on the cheek

💋- To give them a kiss on the lips.

❦- To hug them.

🍓- To share a sweet together. 

🌙- To pt a blanket on them as they sleep. 

✿- To give them a gift. ( Feel free to specify ) 

🍴- To invite them over for dinner.

☆- To give them a massage. 

⇨ - To see a movie together

[atmospheric-phenomena]

Night Sky

Murchison River Western Australia MAY 2016  

  by Wendy Grigson

[lsleofskye]

Sun rise, sun set ......... day after day

[hedonistbyheart]

“Why do people want me to do something about all this?” I asked. “I don’t know what to do?” - Prince Lestat.

Why don’t we in the fandom draw him crying more? He does it a lot and he’s cute when he cries<3

[ofdevilsstringsarchive-deactiva]

The hand squeeze brought him comfort. He stared right back into those shining vibrant hues reflecting stength and light that was blinding; all he could do was try to keep the facade that he was alright up. It was overwhelming to be around him again, but the smile the other flashed melted all his worries in the moment. A quiet exhale eyes locked on his features. He was so beautiful, and Nicolas was trying to work out how he had even gotten so lucky in the first place when he could call him his. His words were muffled and he gave a small nod of his head trying to pull himself back in the moment. He quickly turned to look at the door, a small whine escaping him. “Bright… Okay okay.” A shaky breath running a hand through his hair. It wasn’t just the lights it was people seeing him. Before he could protest he was pulled into the lobby and to this elevator he spoke of. The doors opened and they stepped in. Nicolas pressing himself to the wall feeling this box they were in move, unable to tell if they were going up or not. The doors opened again and he quickly got out. “I suppose there isn’t stairs I could take when you wish for me to leave, is there?” He looked at him with a nervous smile, and plopped down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “You’ll have to be more specific Lessie. How am I alive? How I came to be sitting on your couch.. I shouldn’t have to explain that since we just lived it… It’s easier if you ask questions. The subjects I’ll be avoiding is the first theater… and them, and the years between ninteen thirty-six and late march of last year.” Features twisted up and he messed with his ring finger which was bare.

[gottalovelestat]

Lestat looked at him shrugging, “Oui, there are stairs but why use them when the elevator is faster and more convenient?” He asked curiously wondering why he had acted afraid of it. “Why do you not like them?” 

“Oui, how are you alive? Why was I told you were dead?” He asked softly. Noticing the nervous fidgeting. His eyes narrowed slightly wondering what Armand and the others did to him to make him not want to discuss the theatre but he would not ask tonight at least.

He frowned wondering what happened to him from 1936 until late March of last year. He watched NIcki play with his ring finger. “Are you well Nicki?” He asked concerned from the way he was acting and from his words. He wished he could read his mind. He peered into his eyes trying to figure him out. At one time he felt he knew Nicki as we as he knew himself now they were strangers.

@ofdevilsstrings

[notyourapollo]

I think I’ve lost a few threads again… if I owe anyone a reply please let me know!!

[horrificmemes]

Vampire-Themed Symbol Meme

♋ - My muse offers to turn yours 웃 - Your muse offers to turn mine 유 - Our muses are both vampires Σ  - Your muse walks in on mine drinking someone’s blood ⊗ - My muse walks in on yours drinking someone’s blood ♒ - My muse hypnotizes yours ☠ - Your muse hypnotizes mine ☮ - My muse is your muse’s thrall ☯ - Your muse is my muse’s thrall ♠  - Our muses have been kidnapped by a vampire and are locked up Ω - Our muses are vampire hunters ♤  - Your muse is a vampire hunter and mine is a vampire ♣  - My muse is a vampire hunter and yours is a vampire  

[gottalovelestat]

immortal-gentleman

“I didn’t realise an innocent question could have a tone.” He teased in return, a smile lighting his features. “But I am pleased to hear that some of my ‘nagging’ has had an effect on you.”

Lestat eyed him teasing, “What makes you think your nagging has had an effect on me?” He asked arching his golden brow. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back appraising David. “I went out and had a family of 4 for dinner an hour ago.” He informed him wickedly. He had done no such thing but could not have David thinking he was a good influence after all.

@immortal-gentleman

[gottalovelestat]

ofdevilsstrings

Nicolas fiddled with the jacket a little. Why was he so nervous? It was just Lestat, but not his Lestat. Non, the other had not been his in a couple lifetimes. He briefly wondered if they would have worked out if he hadn’t been such a wreck and ruined everything.

Oh, that smile.  It made him flash an unsure smile of his own, and then his arm was looped with his. It took everything not to flinch from the contact, and somehow he managed. It’s just Lestat. Thin fingers reached to curl with Lestat’s, hesitating for a moment before their fingers intertwined. Gives his fingers a gentle squeeze, he turned his gaze to him. Eyes drift over the profile of his ex-lover’s face, as if trying to memorize every detail. In truth they hadn’t gotten the least bit fuzzy in all the time away from his first real love, he just didn’t want to forget anytime soon.

He noticed that they entered a nice part of town and he looked around for a moment before turning his attention right back to Lestat. “Fancy pants.” He laughed breathlessly feeling a little out of place and overwhelmed. Squeezes Lestat’s hand again to root himself to the moment. “Yeah. I guess. Do I look alright though… Will I look out of place… Did I leave any blood?” He took a shaky breath. “It’s going to be bright in there isn’t it?”

Lestat squeezed his hand back reassuringly. He looked into those big brown eyes and smiled. He was glad they had come across one another again. He hated everything that happened between them. He had a lot of regrets with how things had ended. He smiled at him because he was excited to see him again.

“Non, you will not look out of place.” He looked him over and dusted Nicki’s jacket a bit from the imaginary dust that was there. “I do not see any blood.” He said looking at his clothes critically.  “Oui, Nicolas it will be bright.” He frowned. “Why do you hate the lights? They won’t harm you.” He said grabbing his hand again. Lestat tugged at him pulling him into the lobby.

“Come the elevator is over here,” he said releasing his hand and putting his hand on his back guiding him to a private elevator. He put the key in and hit the penthouse suite. He smiled at Nicki nervously. His mind was racing. He wanted this to go well. This is the first time they have seen each other in centuries. This was also the first time they would really talk and discuss the past. He felt his palms begin to sweat.

“Ahh, here we are.” He said as the elevator stopped and opened to the foyer. “Come let’s go in and tallk.” Lestat guided him into the room. He turned on the lights, then lowered them, so that they were not too bright. “Please have a seat.” He pointed to an antique sofa and various chairs in the room. “So tell me how this came about?” He asked confused. 

@ofdevilsstrings

[gottalovelestat]

Two Stars Don’t Make Heaven

[gottalovelestat]

bloodcourt

Desmond wished he had the same eagerness as Armand seemed to have. He was watching the crowd as they spoke of the genius of the play. He picked up a program and went white. Armand de Romanus was listed as the author, not anonymous as it should have been. He tapped Armand and showed him. He could see Lestat clearly and he was sure he’d be backstage soon.“Seems he knows the author. “ Desmond put out the cigarette. “And he has access to the stage. It is his theater. I should have checked. He’ll fry me for sure.”

covenarmandmarius

Armand had been watching the crowd and enjoying their praise. He also was enjoying Lestat’s displeasure. He was safe, he didn’t know he’d written it.. His fun died as the producer handed him the program. His own face lost color as he read the author. Lestat would know who wrote it. He would be dead if the other vampire got hold of him. What was worse was Lestat could get back stage. Would he stop the show. Would he kill Armand when he got his hand on him?

Lestat decided to let the show go on. It was a play after all and the house was packed. He knew this was meant to humiliate him and solicit a reaction from him. He decided to get up and stalk his victim as he originally planned. Let them wonder and worry about if he would seek revenge. Yes, he liked this idea. He grinned as he left the theatre after the first act.

He would get revenge on Armand and Desmond later. It was best to do these things with a clear mind. He would seek his revenge and stalk both vampires but it would not be tonight. Let them think he did not care and they were safe. Then he would strike. He smiled satisfied with his plan.

@bloodcourt @covenarmandmarius

[gottalovelestat]

The Little Drink

[gottalovelestat]

pantslessoptimism

She was used to being flirted with in bars–usually she used it to her advantage so that could hustle better–but she wasn’t used to being called beautiful. There might have been a slight twinge of a blush on her cheeks, and she nodded slightly. “I’d love too, actually.”

Lestat smiled dancing with a beautiful woman was just what he needed to cheer up. "Merci Mademoiselle," he said glad she had accepted his invitation to dance. He took her hand in his and lead her to the area there were couples dancing. Lestat loved to show off and have fun he was pleased she accepted. He took her in his arms as the band started to play a lively number.

@pantslessoptimism​

[gottalovelestat]

sangfreude

A story. A story. She dissolved into laughter. “If you want yourself a story, you’ve got it.” She was too cynical to truly buy the reporter line, but she’d play along if only to learn more about the uncanny stranger. Even without his mesmerism, she did not take her eyes off his even as she cracked the stiffness out of her neck. This time, though, her gaze was razor-sharp. “You’re gonna have to bring more to the table than just you good looks, if you want to actually help me and not just get in my way.” She allowed her battle dress to form from the mist in the air, making her appear to be some kind of decorated soldier - aside from the wide-legged trousers that more resembled a long skirt. The air was suddenly thick with salinity. 

"Oui, I want a good story," he replied not wanting to give up his game just yet. He was bored with life and this sounded like it could be a grand adventure. He would eventually have to reveal the truth but right now he wanted to play. Who knew maybe he would get a book from this adventure.

 "What exactly do you desire?" Lestat questioned the witch as he watched her transform her appearance once again. "I assure you there is more to me than meets the eye. I will not get in your way." He stated quite arrogantly and confidently excited for the adventure that he was sure that would happen.

@sangfreude

[fyp-philosophy]

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest (via fyp-philosophy)

[myaskboxmemes]

Inbox me on thing you think my character has a fear of.

[gottalovelestat]

Sweet Little Lies

[gottalovelestat]

auburnandamberangel:

“Yes my followers did their worst, but the bitter reality is you started these chain of events by your presence. Whatever you say to cast aside your own guilt, he was not entirely sane when he was mortal was he in truth. His mind was already turning after he saw your transformation. You should have left him well alone instead of playing up to that theatre audience. But no your ego surpassed all rationality didn't it. You could have gone with your mother and left Paris well alone. He would never have known your fate. Not kind perhaps, but better than what occurred. Mortals amongst vampires are the weakest link to be exploited.“ Armand not necessarily singing on the same page now as then, but saw the harsh practicality.

“Akasha could have easily told you if he lived or not, even if he was in the ground. Why couldn't you tell me of Marius, because he cautioned you not too, as if you listened to that advice” Armand’s own voice dripping with scorn, the gloves were off now after all. I think that horse had already bolted in Louis’ case, he watched Claudia slit your throat, and helped her escape when his house caught alight. You created a situation where she stole him away from you. He came willingly. I was hardly a shining example of sanity either, you ripped apart my drab world. Did you honestly expect kindness when the only reason you came to me was to use me to heal your wrecked form. To use a modern phrase - Assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups, Lestat. I may have been grateful, and reacted well. We’ll never know now.“ Many things in hindsight he’d do differently now, but he had been compromised then. Ruthless, entirely remote from softer feelings. The last spat vicious words played on fears he’d harboured in the deepest part of him where a youth called Amadeo had once grieved for a dream life that had been.

“Is that so, you have his ear as always it seems. He did find me broken, as the last ones to ‘play’ with me weren't kind. Miraculously my heart wasn’t cold, the opposite. But you don’t know what I was like then, what soul Amadeo had. Santino made sure I wrapped him away tightly in a dark place in me. Perhaps he has. Thank you for clarifying our relationship. How disappointed you and he must have been to discover I survived the sun, let’s ask him.” Taking his mobile out of his pocket, dialing and speaking fluidly in 15th century, Italian. Telling Marius exactly as Lestat had told him. Passing the phone over, and starting to walk away.

"My presence?" He sputters. "You forget I never asked for this life. I did not know of your existence or stupid rules! Why should I have left Paris and been banished to the country. I never asked for this. I did not know what you and your ilk would do to those I love." Lestat said glaring at Armand. "Do not blame your pettiness on me! The fact remains he would have been fine I you had left him out of this." Lestat said taking a self righteous tone.

Lestat pokes Armand in the chest, "Never utter her name again. I never want to hear that name uttered from your lips again. She may have been crazy but she loved me! She is the only one who ever tried to teach me about this life. She is the only one who has ever accepted me for who I am. It is more than this tribe has ever done for me! Have any of you really helped me when I needed it?" Lestat's lips purse as he moves closer to Armand standing at his full height. "Armand I learned over and over again never to assume that anyone I love or any of my so-called friends would ever help me! You made sure I learned that lesson, non?" He cocked his head raising it up further as he poked Armand's chest one last time. "You have taught me only one thing and that is to expect nothing from any of you. To rely only on myself! Yet when something bad happens. Even if I did not cause it. You all expect me to fix it. I should wash my hands of the lot of you! You are all ungrateful cowards!"

"Marius this does not concern you! Armand apparently needs his parent to fight his battles for him!” Lestat barks into the phone after taking it from Armand. Lestat then turns off the phone and throws the phone at Armand's retreating back. "You need your maker to fight your battles for you?" He taunts. "You can't stand here and fight me like the man you proclaim to be?"

@auburnandamberangel

[vaiel]