indie. mutuals only. 21+ mumu. tied together by bee. graphic imagery depicted constantly MDNI. dead dove DO NOT EAT. graphics by the lovely @rozcomms.
current highest muses: LESTAT. tj hammond.
please note - currently if you do not request someone else, things will be coming from lestat and generally set during tvl. i have been waiting a VERY long time to see lestat's book told with such care and passion for the source material as i believe the amc show runners have. spoilers will be tagged tvl spoilers and WILL be present on this blog.
memes. promo.
i am currently putting together a "google site" to have little bios for everyone, but since all but one of my characters is a cannon character, it is usually very easy to find info about them! i also love talking about my muses <3
rules and muses under the cut!
RULES
ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.
TWO . I don't have any triggers, but if you do please let me know!! this blog will contain a boat load of triggering content including but not limited to gore, violence, and mature situations. I generally don't tag triggers unless I'm asked, but I tag things with NSFW when it needs to be.
edit: i have added a DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT to my blog because I want to make sure that you only follow if you are aware that this blog WILL contain content that can make people uncomfortable. i will tag everything, but currently one thing (due to the nature of lestat's relationship) that will come up is incest and grooming. there is also a high likely of cannibalism when my yellowjackets muses are high. i will not shy away from incoperating important topics that are key to canon characters. i will, however, tag these things when they come up.
THREE . I LOVE to plot!! I love to ship! I like to use discord and wire as well as tumblr. Feel free to DM me for my info.
FOUR . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21.
While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.
FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.
SIX . My name is bee. i'm 34 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 12 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!
MUSES
( * ) indicates generally high muse always. see above for current highest muses.
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE
*Lestat de Lioncourt -- eternally 28, pansexual, fc: Sam Reid
Louis de Pointe du Lac -- eternally 33, gay, fc: Jacob Anderson
Daniel Molloy -- 20s - 30s and then eternally 72, bisexual, fc: Luke Brandon Field, Eric Bogosian
The Vampire Armand -- eternally 18, pansexual, fc: Assad Zaman
POLITICAL ANIMALS
*Thomas James Hammond -- 18 - 40s+, gay, fc: Thomas Doherty, Sebastian Stan
Douglas Hammond -- 20s+, heterosexual, fc: Richard Madden
Charlotte Arnold (OC) -- 20s+, bisexual, fc: Dove Cameron
Somebody remind me to meta about how lestats eyes are a green/blue in louis' mind and how he's reflecting beauty onto lestat (meanwhile lestat will say his eyes are violet but they are a "bright" grey and violet in the right lights and colors)
ok back to trying to get my lestat drafts into the queue. feel free to chat on dms / disco / wire. both dis and wire are the same as my url <3 please tell me who you are if you add me!
the edge of a marsh, thick with reeds & the distant calls of unseen birds. - Louis to Lestat (hehe)
don't you want me to come back to your place, cher?
her voice grates against me, but i can barely hear her. my eyes are tracking louis and his soldier boy getting up from their table. i can't hear louis' thoughts, but the boy has so many questions that had better continue to go unanswered. i feel my fangs popping, biting into my lip in order to keep myself from biting hard on her neck. we're in public. i know better.
" no. i have things to do. " after louis has left the azalea, i push free of her. i don't even like her, i just like that she worships me. louis doesn't see that. and in this world that is a useful thing to keep around. so i play nice, kissing her one last time before excusing myself from the balcony to slip into the shadows. i have a feeling i know where they're going, so i'll follow the shadows out to the bayou. . .
oh fuck. rain. the cobblestones are no longer the loudest part beneath my feet, the rain pouring down heavy now against my curls. this is usually a time i'd find myself inside somewhere, but i am nothing if not determined.
the bayou. a terrible place most of the time, and a worse place during a rainstorm. i hide myself in the darkness, behind a tree to watch. to listen. to listen to mon louis' heart beat for another man. i didn't know i could be such a masochist, and yet i must watch everything as it happens. i should kill the boy where he stands. show louis that he is mine -- no. no. i told him he could do this. i said as long as he comes home to me it is fine. so we will see. as long as he comes home to me.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄. ( a collection of various location prompts categorized by certain environments. feel free to adjust phrasing as desired. this prompt is likely to be updated in the future. )
[ 1. ] — URBAN :
the graffiti - scarred underpass of an old railway bridge, echoing with distant trains.
the fire escape of a towering high - rise, overlooking a vast grid of sleeping lights.
a forgotten alleyway behind a row of storefronts, bathed in the glow of a neon sign.
the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass.
a sheltered bus stop tagged with old stickers & graffiti, drenched in midnight rain.
a food cart on a busy street corner, steam rising into the cool night air.
a 24 - hour laundromat, fluorescent lights humming above rows of idle machines.
amidst the initial trickle of commuters through a sprawling subway station.
a park at the city's center, made up of grassy knolls & playground equipment.
the shadowed corridor of a parking garage, footsteps echoing in concrete silence.
the elevated walkway over a busy intersection, offering a bird's - eye view.
a vibrant street art mural on the side of a decaying brick building, alive with color.
[ 2. ] — RURAL :
a cramped stall within an empty stable, moonlight shining through the rafters.
a neglected orchard where wind - blown fruit rots beneath gnarled trees.
a winding gravel path leading all the way to a secluded farmhouse.
a field of wildflowers buzzing with bees, bordered by split - rail fencing.
a street temporarily shut down on behalf of a bustling farmer's market.
the sleepy main street of an eerie town, a single streetlight casting a warm glow.
a dry creek bed winding through brittle grass & sun-bleached stones.
a rickety wooden bridge arching over a narrow stream, frogs croaking all around.
a quiet paddock under bright starlight, farm animals peacefully grazing.
the middle of a deep, vast corn field under a brilliantly shining moon.
a dusty, unpaved road stretching endlessly through a landscape of rolling hills.
a yard sale with patrons trickling through beneath the hot sun.
[ 3. ] — NATURE :
a moss - covered trail leading deeper into a dense, mist-shrouded forest.
a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent gray ocean, gulls crying overhead.
a secret lagoon with crystal blue waters & flourishing flora on all sides.
the shifting golden dunes of a vast beach, meeting the endless blue of the sea.
the banks of a swift, rocky river cutting through a vibrant forest.
a lodge / cabin in the middle of the woods, seemingly unoccupied for years.
a cluttered camping site deep in the middle of a national forest.
the edge of a marsh, thick with reeds & the distant calls of unseen birds.
the tranquil, glassy surface of a mountain lake reflecting a clear blue sky.
a hidden clearing bathed in dappled light, exuding the scent of damp earth.
a fork in the hiking trail, each path offering different adventures.
a foggy moor where the land rolls endlessly beneath a grey, heavy sky.
the deck of a cozy cottage bathed in sunlight & blooming flowers.
a grove of ancient trees, their roots exposed & twisted like veins in the earth.
[ 4. ] — SHOPS & ENTERTAINMENT :
a warm, dimly lit antique shop overflowing with forgotten treasures.
the too - cheery gift shop near the front entrance of a hospital.
a comic book store sporting bright posters & dozens of tradable goods.
amid long aisles lined with thrifted goods at the local consignment store.
a cluttered, cozy bookstore smelling of old paper & freshly brewed tea.
the incense-heavy interior of a well maintained smoke shop.
the warmth of a small-town bakery, pastries piled high in the display case.
backstage, the space cluttered with costumes, props, & nervous energy.
a shop in an unfamiliar country, every label written in a foreign language.
the chilled interior of an ice cream parlor offering refuge on a hot day.
under the harsh yellow lights of the only liquor store that was open at 2am.
a tourist - trap shop full of cheesy knick-knacks catered to travelers.
an unassuming corner shop concealing the entrance to an exclusive club.
a vibrant flower market overflowing with fragrant blooms & vendors' chatter.
under the flashing lights of a dance club, bass thrumming through the floor.
the hushed, reverent interior of a grand theater just before the curtain rises.
a pop - up carnival at night, rides whirling & distant screams mixing with music.
a karaoke lounge drenched in LED's, lyrics scrolling across a bright screen.
the rewards counter of an arcade, stacked wall-to-wall with countless prizes.
a classy high - rise rooftop bar with countless city lights sprawling beneath.
a brightly lit arcade alive with the sounds of chimes, explosions & laughter.
the neon - drenched interior of a retro - themed diner with a jukebox playing old hits.
a casino floor buzzing with noise; slot machines chiming, cards shuffling.
the open air of a summer music festival, crowd gathered under the twilight.
a classic, dimly lit bowling alley- the crash of pins echoing down the lanes.
the back row of a mostly - empty movie theatre right as the lights go dark.
[ SHY ]: sender covers their face and receiver moves their hands away. - wylan to lestat hehe
it's funny the way he still plays coy with me. other than gabriella, he has known me the longest of anyone still alive. he knew me in paris when there was a youthful naivety to me. he knew me in paris when that was gone after crawling out of one coffin that had raised me back from the dead just to end up in a much larger one beneath the theatre i had purchased long ago. and he knows me now. a rockstar. a god.
who we are has changed, but our adoration for each other never really could.
so again, i wonder why he feels the need to be so shy. " mon bébé, you cover your face when i've already stripped you bare? " my hands raise to his hands, slowly peeling them from where they cover his flushed cheeks. only he can still blush so purely as a vampire. it makes me smile.
so like a lot of my characters ive developed a lot i'm already seeing vivid arcs that i'm writing lestat through so lemme just:
arc: wolfkiller.
human era. unlike either the book or the show i've decided that lestat is turned when he is 26. if you're writing a canon from this time frame i am happy to adjust that if it matters. i'm feeling inclined toward show version so far with the same book influences it'll take. subject to change. but i do love this era.
arc: the theatre des vampires.
anything vampiric before he goes to sleep in the 1800s. we will see what the show does but i will probably mix amc and book canon to my heart's content.
arc: we are connected by a cord.
new orleans <3 louis <3 absolutely nothing bad happens at all at this time in his life what are you talking about <3 (it WAS raining and he DID eat the baby)
arc: i am a god (lestat's version).
tvl / qotd based. crash out era. etc. i'll likely follow cues from the show and draw in some book and lots of headcanons. if not otherwise established i am setting things in this era.
arc: prince lestat.
basically from his resurrection onward, even before he's crowned. whenever we get show stuff one day it'll go in there but for now book and headcanon based.
ok ive officially reached the stuff i gathered starting this week in my draft box WHICH MEANS im gonna throw things into the queue rather than immediately post. mostly cause even after everything ive written the last 2 days that's still 30 things for lestat (its a lot of memes to answer but still).
you can continue to send memes / starters etc! but from now on i'm gonna mostly queue things here. disco / wire are good for short and auto replies / plotting uwu
