[lioncoeurts]

'The old mysteries have given way to a new style. And who knows what will follow? There's no romance in what you are. There is great romance in what I am!'

independent lestat de lioncourt of anne rice's vampire chronicles. book canon only. occasionally nsfw.

est. 2021 - resurrected in 2024.

rules under the cut. please read before interacting!

about the mun: i'm sam, she/they, and i've been a fan of the vampire chronicles (and of lestat) for 21 years!

no minors: i'm 35 so i'm not comfortable writing with anyone under 21. this is non negotiable.

on shipping:

lestat is a romantic and he loves many other vampires (and sometimes even mortals), so i'm happy to write shippy things with mutuals if a) it's discussed beforehand, b) if there's chemistry there and c) if it makes sense! however i am pretty picky about this. i love him with armand, marius, and of course with louis.

i am mains with @sangcreole's portrayal of louis.

no godmodding:

pretty self explanatory! lestat doesn't like being forced to do anything he doesn't want to do, and i don't like it either.

on this blog's content:

there will be nsfw content here. due to the nature of the vampire chronicles and of lestat, this blog features canon-compliant violence, canon-compliant vampire blood drinking/sharing, and occasionally prince lestat era canon-compliant sex. be warned!

verses:

this blog is strictly based on the books, and my default is post-canon, after blood communion. i will also not write with any amc blogs, as that show is not canon to me. rolin jones's lestat is not anne's lestat, therefore he is not my lestat.

everything else:

we don't need to be mutuals for you to send in an ask meme or interact, but i will not accept any asks or comments from non-rp blogs.

i'm not a big fan of people jumping on the first person pov memes i've answered and responding to them in character in reblogs. i treat these dialogue-only memes as an exercise in honing lestat's voice and digging into his thoughts, not as a starting point for a thread. however, if you've sent me a proper rp prompt and you want to continue it, then by all means!

i'm not really big on aus. i love the canon (sadly, i also might be one of the few in the rpc who adores the prince lestat trilogy lol) and i love post-canon, and for me the fun lies in all the missing scenes in between and beyond that have been left to be filled in. i want to keep my portrayal as close to anne's version of lestat as i can.

if you reblog a meme list from me, please send me something from it! if you don't feel like it, reblog it from the op.

[lioncoeurts]

Rumor tells me that you are very, very loved. You tend forget and might need some reminders.

Send a rumour that your muse has heard about mine.

A faint heat rises in his cheeks, and for a moment, he's glad to have abstained from an evening's hunt, spared from the raging blush that a replenishment of mortal blood might have conjured.

His gaze flits down to his once lost fledgling's hand, to the fine French lace spilling over the back of his delicate knuckles, and the want to take it in his own -- the idea born of the purest feeling of gratitude--- overcomes him. He does so without reservation, meeting his eye with an expression of subdued tenderness. "You're right about that," he answers. Simple enough. "I do."

Such abject suffering Antoine had met in the years after they had parted. The tale of it had been a strike to his heart.

Dieu, how can Lestat want for anything from any of them, when time and time again he'd caused nothing but trouble, and revelled in it? He thinks of Louis; his beloved Louis watching him with a faint smile and an untold glimmer of accord in his eye. You have all of us.

So he did.

"Do I count you amongst them now, Antoine? Have you forgiven me?"

[lioncoeurts]

back in heatwave hell so my brain is soup rn

[lioncoeurts]

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  (sorry i changed my mind, it’s been too long since we’ve gotten dom lestat hehe)

BLOOD  KINK  PROMPTS 

Pillowed in the rich crimson silks of the Prince's chambers, Louis appears every inch the spectral beauty in the dappled moonlight; his dark hair is a soft unruly tangle, the delicate masculine composition of his limbs shifting favourably ---responsively--- amongst the scattered tasselled cushions and antique throws, as Lestat's mouth withdraws from the well of his throat.

He smiles, the blood still daubed fetchingly over his lips, his teeth slick with its gory sheen.

Ah, to look at him. To relish the warring sparks of unspoken anticipation and invitation in his lovely green eyes, and the rise and fall of his chest. Lestat lays his palm there, delighting in the thunderous staccato of the heart beneath his fingers.

The implement in his other hand gleams in the light of a single lamp, its blade exquisitely rendered in silver. The gilded handle had been inlaid with priceless mother of pearl, and the sort of fathomless jewels that Gabrielle might have once stuffed willingly in his hands; meagre riches of a Marquise that would carry him off to the heart of Paris. It's a beautiful thing, forged by the same armourer whom had crafted his axe, and restored the many suits of armour raised from the Chateau's ruins. It had been a frivolous and daring experiment, to bring this little instrument into their bed.

"Alright, beloved.."

As soft as a kiss, he draws the keen stiletto tip across the slope of Louis's pectoral muscle, and the blood swells in luscious dark beads from the blossoming wound.

How mesmerising the response that follows, as it begins to trickle down to the valley of his sternum, down over the swell of a rosy nipple; Each instinctual twitch of the flesh is vaguely erotic, the scent too tangible to bear. Lestat bends to lap at the blood with an earnest sigh, his tongue darting gently over the shallow cut, mouthing at it as though it were the lips of a tender lover.

[oditorie]

[lioncoeurts]

Rumor has it that you collect fledglings like Pokémon cards

Send a rumour that your muse has heard about mine.

What the Hell are you even saying?

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Send a rumour that your muse has heard about mine.

[lioncoeurts]

[ TXT ] :   hold on,  i'm in the middle of something.

1-800 ( HIT MY LINE )

[text: Maman] Oh? What's so important?

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

[ TXT ] :   you could just say you're sorry.

[ TXT ] :   this doesn't mean i forgive you.

[ TXT ] :   be outside in two minutes or you're dead,  i mean it.

[ TXT ] :   the least you could do is let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] :   you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] :   i think i lost my  [ ITEM ].  is it there?

[ TXT ] :   where are you?  nobody's heard from you.

[ TXT ] :   pick up.  pick up.  pick up.

[ TXT ] :   what if i said i'm outside?

[ TXT ] :   keep me posted.

[ TXT ] :   i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.

[ TXT ] :   send me your location.

[ TXT ] :   i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ TXT ] :   i woke up and you were gone.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   don't come home yet. i'll explain later.

[ TXT ] :   don't say i didn't warn you.

[ TXT ] :   i can't tell if you're mad at me...

[ TXT ] :   just trust me,  ok?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  you left this behind.

[ TXT ] :   are we still on for tonight?

[ TXT ] :   i want you to admit what you did.

[ TXT ] :   did you just hang up on me?

[ TXT ] :   are we ever going to talk about this?

[ TXT ] :   this is bigger than both of us now.

[ TXT ] :   i'm still waiting.

[ TXT ] :   what are you doing tomorrow night?

[ TXT ] :   fine,  i'll do it myself.

[ TXT ] :   you're still my emergency contact.

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   i lied earlier.  i'm not fine.

[ TXT ] :   [ MEDIA ]  ...  delete this after you look.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not joking.

[ TXT ] :   what happened to "never again"?

[ TXT ] :   i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.

[ TXT ] :   i don't know who else to call.

[ TXT ] :   can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] :   you couldn't have told me this in person??

[ TXT ] :   i can't wait to see you again.

[ TXT ] :   did i do something wrong?

[ TXT ] :   i can't help you if you don't let me.

[ TXT ] :   i have ... sort of a favor to ask.

[ TXT ] :   i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   i don't want to be alone right now.

[ TXT ] :   i can't believe you'd actually say that.

[ TXT ] :   don't worry,  i handled it.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't think this through.

[ TXT ] :   give me a straight answer.

[ TXT ] :   if you go to the cops,  so will i.

[ TXT ] :   someone's feeling bold today.

[ TXT ] :   were you ever going to tell me?

[ TXT ] :   i shouldn't have said that.

[ TXT ] :   we kind of have a situation...

[ TXT ] :   i keep re-reading our old messages.

[ TXT ] :   like,  a BODY-body??

[ TXT ] :   you should hate me right now.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't plan for this,  either.

[ TXT ] :   i know you're reading these.

[ TXT ] :   have you been taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] :   it's getting really bad again.

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  am i doing this right...?

[ TXT ] :   i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.

[ TXT ] :   i need you to delete our texts.

[ TXT ] :   were you at  [ LOCATION ]  yesterday?

[ TXT ] :   you got anywhere to be later?

[ TXT ] :   i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.

[ TXT ] :   are you having fun?

[ TXT ] :   i'm on my way,  don't go anywhere.

[ TXT ] :   it's been awhile,  we should meet up somewhere.

[ TXT ] :   oh my god,  are you bailing again?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  this reminded me of you.

[ TXT ] :   so that's it?  we're just...  done?

[ TXT ] :   wear the  [ ITEM ]  i got you tonight.

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   bring a jacket,  it's freezing.

[ TXT ] :   your secret is safe with me.

[ TXT ] :   this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.

[ TXT ] :   do i need to come over?

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   you're running out of time.

[ TXT ] :   don't bother making excuses.

[ TXT ] :   i see you typing...

[ TXT ] :   i don't think i caught your name.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[ TXT ] :   you snore,  by the way.

[ TXT ] :   show me what you're working on.

[ TXT ] :   call me right now,  it's an emergency.

[ TXT ] :   if i tell you something,  promise you won't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i thought you were dead.

[ TXT ] :   this is all a big mistake.

[ TXT ] :   movie's showing tonight at 9,  are you in?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  ...  miss this yet?

[ TXT ] :   you don't have to be such an asshole.

[ TXT ] :   you know what you're doing to me.

[ TXT ] :   i just heard what happened... are you okay?

[ TXT ] :   you owe me one.

[ TXT ] :   i miss you so much.

[ TXT ] :   can you send me the photos from last night?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  have you seen this???  [ NAME ]??

[ TXT ] :   you looked beautiful last night.

[ TXT ] :   can i see that beautiful face?

[ TXT ] :   i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.

[ TXT ] :   sorry,  i'm running late.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not supposed to be talking to you.

[ TXT ] :   you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  don't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i think my phone is tapped.

[ TXT ] :   hold on,  i'm in the middle of something.

[ TXT ] :   just checking to see if you've blocked me...

[ TXT ] :   you can't tell anyone about this.

[lioncoeurts]

What’s your favorite thing about Louis?

Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

How do I settle on just one? I've always loved his defiance, his tortured conscience, his disapproval, his heartrending patience. The seemingly eternally distressed look on his face when he suspects I've been up to no good (and he's often right).

That smile.

When he smiles, Dieu. It's as though the world and all reason falls away.

@sangcreole

[immortal-gentleman]

In another time, perhaps. I am 'spoken for' now, as they say.

[lioncoeurts]

So I see.

Ah, but we'll always have Rio.

[lioncoeurts]

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

horrible questions

The real question is, how can I not? It is a concept rooted in the belief of fate, and the binding of your own to that of another; The idea that separation of any kind would cause great agony and misery, that their pain is your pain, your happiness theirs, and so on.

What else could have brought the ones I love most to me if not fate? When I look at Louis I am so profoundly sure of it that nothing else matters. My soul is inextricably tied to his. And that is something I believe in, too. We do have souls. We are creatures of extraordinary conscience --though I admittedly don't always listen to my own--, and we are much too full of love to exist without them.

[lioncoeurts]

Would you still sleep with David if you had the chance?

Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

Of course. I was powerfully taken by the idea when I was in that magnificent body of his. Almost obsessively. I don't think that unanswered curiosity ever left me, even when the mortal erotic impulse was no more.

(...What do you say, David? Shall we?)

[sangcreole]

        ❝ 𝕯𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜?❞‬

              ❝ 𝖄𝖊𝖘.❞‬

Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt of Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles            Independent. Private. Book-Based.

[sangcreole]

[text] Will you at least look around your room, then?

[text] The loafers are distracting. Once people begin to suspect I'm "dressing up," the rumors start all over again.

[text] Last time I wore the velvet suit coat, those fledglings thought you'd fallen mad again.

[lioncoeurts]

[text: Louis] No time. Too busy with bureaucracy that won't wait. Or so Marius says. I'll put Barbara onto it.

[text: Louis] Distracting? Ridiculous.

[text: Louis] Only mad about you, mon amour. 😘

[lioncoeurts]

What's your relationship like with Rose these days?

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

At peace. And I'll admit that it wasn't always that way.

My various blunders and adventures kept me from her in some fashion, as well as the need I felt to protect her from myself. And my sweet Rose, once full of such strength of will and hope, had suffered some of her darkest times alone, blighted by misfortune. Mortal life had been stricken by periods of immense misery for her; Quite like Louis, in that way.

Of course, I knew I couldn't stay away from her any longer.

I love Rose fiercely. I always have. There's very little I wouldn't do or give for her to be content. It was a blessing that she came to be with us, in this communion of kindred in the Blood.

[shiromemes]

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.