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🇭🇴🇼 🇩🇴 🇾🇴🇺 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇼🇭🇴 🇮 🇦🇲? 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓁𝓎, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝐼'𝒹 𝒹𝑜… 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒? 𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃, 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎… 🇭🇴🇼 🇩🇴 🇮 🇰🇳🇴🇼 🇼🇭🇴 🇮 🇦🇲?

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eladead

@somethingbcrrowed || requested a sermon

★・・・・・the windows are frozen from the solemn morning of early February. A lonely hut sits at the edge of the woods in the countryside that prefers its neighbors to be a distance away from one another. It's hardly privacy. Sitting on the porch with one leg propped up against the edge of the creaking stairs, Father Lioncourt, a man of many scriptures, bundles himself in the blanket he dragged from his humble bed. His lips are pale with a soft blue tint outlining the tender skin. He hasn't slept well since his nightmares persisted, reminding him of a great fire. His eyes are largely on the ground until the crunching snow wakes him. Lifting his gaze, Lestat takes in a silhouette just a few feet away. Puzzled, he pries his quivering lips.

"W-What?" And then, after clearing his throat. "What's the matter? Why have you come so suddenly?" Another odd question from a priest who should offer his home to any stranger. A taboo principle. "May I...help you?" His reluctance is disguised in the tremble of his voice.

somethingbcrrowed

+†+🪦+†+... the snow crunching beneath his boots is the only sound besides his own somewhat labored breathing, puffs of white vapor slipping past his lips and through his nostrils both at once. He's been walking for nearly a day already, not counting the few times he's had to stop to... medicate himself (drink wine) so that the spookies (ghosts) keep themselves at bay. It's bad enough that strange briefcase he just had to steal had been some sort of fucking portal through time and space, he doesn't need his abilities amping up and causing the locals to think he's some sort of headcase. He doesn't care for psychiatric wards in his own time, let alone one that exists in... well. Whenever that briefcase had spat him out three days ago. Ever since he's been surviving off the land, traveling and stealing whatever his moral compass will allow. The briefcase had broken when he'd arrived and now... well, now he's just trying to find a means of making a life, at least until he can find a way back to where he came from.

He's so deep into his own thoughts that he doesn't initially realize that he's walking toward a hut let alone toward a person, so when the man speaks out he stops immediately and lets out a startled sound. "Yeesh!" His own lips are tinted blue along the edges and his frame is thin beneath the stolen clothing he wears. Wide, green eyes stare for a few seconds to take in his surroundings, including the blonde man wrapped in a blanket. He swallows thickly and for a second considers telling the guy he doesn't need anything and hurrying off, but instead he feels a shiver roll down his spine. He needs to know where and when he is, and this guy seems just confused enough by his existence that he might tell him without question or judgement. And besides, if he does end up committed he's a decent enough lockpick that he'd likely be able to get out of most asylums relatively easily. "I, um... I'm a little lost. Have been for about three days now, could... Could you, perhaps, tell me where and when I am?"

#eladead #A Crucible Of Cosmic Fire #✞︎ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕖𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕕 & 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕥 ✞︎#its just queue and me #// thissssssssss was amazing i love itttttttttt!#// i didn't have Klaus notice any religious attire cos i wasn't sure what Papa Lioncourt had on besides a blanket x_x

What Form Would Your Daemon Take?

Perching bird Your daemon would take the form of a perching bird! Those who have perching bird daemons are intelligent and like finding patterns, though unlike other bird daemons they are more chatty and social. They enjoy putting their inner thoughts into words and wearing their heart on their sleeves.

sort-of-tagged by: @eladead (xoxoxo) tagging: @ourstoriesunfold (for any muse!) and anyone who sees this and wants to do it and tag me pleaseeeeeeee.

#eladead #ourstoriesunfold #Dashing Games #its just queue and me #// oh. okay. i mean. yep.

Nine Things That Describe Your Muse's Inner World

snagged from: @eladead (xoxo I love this and am glad I saw it) tagging: anyone who sees it and wants to do it and tag meeeee

content warning: the images below depict blood, alcohol and illicit substances.

#nsft #cw alcohol #cw drugs #cw blood #Dashing Games #// listen it was gonna be worse asjfklghahgag #eladead #its just queue and me

gazeside

𝚂𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚃𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂

send me a number + pair and send it into my inbox! none of these gifs are of my creation. if i have multiple n.sfw prompts please send this with the word s.mutty in the message as well. please specify muse!

[FF] / [MF] / [MM]

GROUP SPECIAL

[FFF] / [FFM] / [MMF] / [MMM]

[FFM] / [MMF] / [MMM]

#nsft #enn ess eff doubleyou #erotique #specify muse if you're a multi or i'll choose for you #prompts and starters #// prompts and starters #cw nudity

[ TASTED ] for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood.

[ @eladead ] - [ blood kink prompts ]

+†+🪦+†+... Klaus is keenly and painfully aware that at any moment of the vampire's choosing, he can choose to overpower the non-vampiric immortal. That Lestat is letting him climb onto his lap, allowing him to grab him by those beautiful blonde locks, is giving consent for him to crane the vampire's head backward at an almost unnatural angle. That's what makes it so fucking intoxicating. Well, that and the actual illicit substances surging through his veins via his pumping heart, a rapid hammering in the depths of his abdomen as he presses his teeth into the hollow of the vampire's throat firmly. He doesn't expect his teeth to breach the surface of Lestat's flesh, and why would he? They never have before. But as his hips roll forward he feels the distinct sensation of skin breaking and giving way beneath his canines. Olive eyes brightened to emerald-black in their dilation snap open at the unexpected wound now weeping a deliciously sweet-metallic crimson into his mouth. Then his eyes flutter closed with a groan and he adds pressure, biting harder as the flat of his tongue glides against the edges of the wounded flesh.

#eladead #Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#nsft #cw blood #suggestive #cw suggestive #its just queue and me

your muse as a drink

stolen from: @eladead (technically)

tagging: @ourstoriesunfold (Vik, Fin, Anakin and Ash/Ahsoka plssss)

#eladead #// i had to do one for our boy here #// and y'know what hell yeah #𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#☂ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 ☂#𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 #💀 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 💀#ourstoriesunfold

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

[ @eladead ] - [ blood! blood! gallons of the stuff! ]

+†+🪦+†+... The slow lifting of his eyebrows is enough to convey his amusement, but the glimmering in his olive eyes says something entirely different as they follow every movement the vampire makes. It's somewhere between relief and absolute humiliation at being found in such a state. Bound, duct tape reflecting the dim light filtering through the windows of their hotel suite from the neon sign just outside of it. Flesh coated in a thick grimy layer of sweat and both fresh and coagulated blood and wearing nothing but a towel. Lestat will never let him live this down, and to be perfectly honest Klaus isn't sure whether or not that fact annoys him or excites him. He tilts his head, body shuddering briefly as he strains his muscles against the binds, flexing as his flesh glistens. Hands bound together behind his back and subsequently tied to the chair he's sitting in with his ankles bound to the legs. Thick ropes atop silvery sets of handcuffs that are digging into the tender flesh, stained with crimson and burning. Despite this, it looks like his mouth is smirking beneath the duct tape. 'Oh, am-- am I getting blood on the carpet? My bad. I must've forgotten to put down plastic tarps while I was being ambushed in the shower, tied to a chair and tortured for information about Everyone's Favorite Musician!' His voice echoes through Lestat's mind, pushing into it with an unsettling warmth, though the soft grunting coming from behind the duct tape suggests he's murmuring the words aloud at the same time. 'Now please, Maitre, either untie me or take advantage of the situation, hmm? I'm so fucking bored that I'm about to lose my erection...'

#eladead #Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#cw blood #// well. that happened. alskjfklsaskgahlhla #suggestive #cw suggestive #nsft #its just queue and me #𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#cw imprisonment #cw torture mention #cw torture #cw intoxication

unpr0mpted

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

#prompts and starters #// prompts and starters #nsft #cw blood #cw violence #cw gore

leroilestat

For the first time since Klaus began speaking, something like genuine surprise softened the sharp lines of Lestat’s face. god as her. God claiming no part in Klaus’s creation. It was the kind of tragic myth he adored because it rang too true to be dismissed. It could almost make him believe there was a god. He let out a quiet, luxurious breath, almost a sigh. “Alors, no mother, no father, no afterlife that wants you. How very French of the universe.” His smile appeared very slow and feline. “It makes you an orphan of divinity, mon cœur. And orphans,” he tapped a finger lightly over his own chest, “we find each other.” Lestat drifted another step closer. It was close enough that Klaus could feel the cool brush of his presence. “Purgatory, life, death… none of these places deserve you. But here,” he paused and said, “here... you are seen even in your chaos, even in your unbecoming.” Then his smile became delighted and dangerous. “Style was granted, yes. But having an audience who appreciates it?” His eyes gleamed. “That is a far rarer miracle.”

@somethingbcrrowed

somethingbcrrowed

+†+🪦+†+... His head tilts to the side as the vampire taps against his own chest, referencing himself as an orphan and for the first time since he's discovered that vampires, witches and the like actually exist and that there is such a thing as immortality outside of his own, Klaus realizes how long ago Lestat must have lost his parents. His family. Every mortal that ever meant anything to him, and (if that God-awful book has anything true inside of it) a few immortals as well.

To carry those losses for so long, even if he isn't the oldest one out there, it puts a lot of things into perspective. It also causes him to realize a few things about himself and what he might have to carry into eternity, eventually, even with a heart that pulsates warm blood through his veins. A small smile appears, and though he doesn't seem at all intimidated by the proximity his heartbeat still quickens just a little.

"I don't just appreciate style, darling, I rummage through life's closet and take whatever fits me best." He pauses and the smile widens, almost becomes a mischievous grin. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to playing a little dress up if you have a few suggestions when it comes to my attire."

#leroilestat #Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤 #cw religion mention #its just queue and me

bratxprincexlestat

He leaned closer, violet eyes gleaming like a predator’s in the dim light watching that stolen cigarette adorn Klaus' lips and how it was almost as if Lestat kissed him. "Ah, mon cher, you ask who I would tear apart for you? The answer is simple..anyone who dares to look at you without reverence. I would rip their throats for the insult. You are spectacle incarnate, Klaus, and I am your most devoted audience." Would he actually? Well, not tonight but he was known to be quite the possessive and obsessive lover should it come to that.

He let the smoke curl between them as Klaus’s grin lingered. He was a strange one for certain but how could he resist, a necromancer, a former hero of sorts, even his addictions make him a tragic beauty. "

"Come with me then,I am unaccustomed to an audience during dinner but dare I say you are just beautiful enough to make me want to indulge in said experimentation." he placed a fresh cigarette on his lips and extended his hand to his evening companion as to depart this den of debauchery and find him dinner.

"I prefer the evil doers, stalking them is the most fun. Retribution via nourishment..but this city does not lack them so tell me cher, cast the co-star in your spectacle. Are they young? Mature? Male or female or unshackled by the confines of gender.. what appeals to you and I shall find them"

somethingbcrrowed

+†+🪦+†+... Charcoal lined eyes, dilated to obsidian with only a thin ring of olive green glistening around the black, narrow as the blonde suggests that he would surgically remove the throats of anyone who dared look upon him with anything short of reverence. Or at the very least, in ravenous worship. His heartbeat quickens, feeling it thudding in the back of his own throat because realization dawns that this man, this stunningly beautiful mind wrapped in an equally stunning body, is being completely serious. Sure, there may be a few more criteria when it comes to choosing the sacrificial lamb but ultimately the lamb exists and the bleating bleeding is inevitable.

The stolen cigarette is pressed between his parted lips once more and this time his tongue, curious and masochistic, circles the unfiltered paper with intent. Tasting the saliva-laced tobacco before withdrawing the cigarette and inhaling the smoke, enjoying the way it burns in his throat and lungs. His free hand reaches out and takes Lestat's without hesitation, the prey knowingly and intentionally throwing himself into the predator's hands. Well. Hand.

"Retribution via nourishment," he repeats, a soft wonder lingering in his tone alongside admiration. "That's beautiful. It's a shame my father isn't alive. I'd looooove for you two to meet." There's a bit of a smirk on his lips, a flash of blue sparkling in his eyes that looks almost like a trick of the light but too saturated to truly be so. It lasts only a moment before his eyes shift away from the blonde and become thoughtful as he considers his answer. Who appeals to him? Faces flicker through his memories in flashes of insults or violence, most of it petty and said before perspective or maturity had been earned. Klaus doesn't hold grudges for things like sibling rivalry or heated arguments. Then his mind fixates on a face, a man now in his seventies who had been working with Klaus's father, Reginald, very closely throughout Klaus's childhood and teenage years. He knows without question this man is evil incarnate as he was often rented to the man. "There's this man named Frederick. He lives in one of those penthouses in Tribeca, and he's... one of the worst people I've ever met. I would absolutely love watching him pay for his transgressions."

#bratxprincexlestat #Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#💀 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 💀#cw smoking #cw cigarettes #cw trafficking implied #its just queue and me

eladead

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★・・・・・they bicker daily, and sometimes it is hourly. Lestat is nevertheless here, seated on the couch he purchased for himself and now shares with another miserable soul. Klaus, despite the antics, has grown on him. Forcefully, at first. Then, Klaus became something of a background, a permanent fixture in the rockstar's penthouse. There is never a quiet moment. Without admitting it outright, Lestat enjoys it. Because the deafening silence of his own misery is now stretched between himself and the other asshole who, despite all, pays the damn rent. He doesn't even need to. Lestat purchased the damn apartment, all he has to worry about is the general mortal bills for water, gas, and whatever else he barely pays any mind to. There is no rent. There is no need.

When the leg returns into his lap, Lestat grits his teeth and drapes his arm over it. He grips Klaus' ankle, digging his talons into the skin just to show off his displeasure. The least he can do, is ask permission, but Klaus doesn't seem all here anyway. Sighing, Lestat presses his head back to the back of the leather couch, feeling the cushion dip underneath the great weight of his burdened mind. maybe all those drugs fried Klaus' hearing permanently.

"I am not going to ask permission to sit down in my own home." He snaps at Klaus. "You are taking up space while lacking necessary awareness. Watch it."

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somethingbcrrowed

+†+🪦+†+... Where others find fear or trepidation, Klaus finds comfort and familiarity. Where others find darkness and violence, Klaus finds love and sexuality, and so, when Lestat's glass-like talons burrow into the flesh of his freshly-squeezed ankle, it's almost like the vampire is flirting with him for misbehaving. A positive reinforcement where others would see only the consequence of their own actions. That's another reason they work so well. Klaus's heart may still be thundering in his chest, hot blood in his veins, but his mind and his senses are attuned to less vulnerable creatures than humans. To Klaus's credit he doesn't moan or press his pale flesh even more firmly against those razor sharps, but he does bite his bottom lip and let out a grunt through his nostrils. Then he smirks a little and lets out a soft sound of skepticism.

"Or what, you'll kill me?" He teases. It's his most common comeback because once people find out he can't stay dead they usually see his life as less valuable. They see him as more easily disposable, just some fodder for the frontlines. A bloodbag that refills itself. A never-ending juicebox. Klaus sees it that way too, most of the time. After all, letting him die or taking his life or he himself partying just a bit too hard, it doesn't really count if he can just come back and keep on keeping on, right? "Drain me dry? Yell at me? Lecture me? Kick me out for a few hours then come collect me from the nearest drug den?" He pauses as if a revelation has come to him, gasps softly, eyebrows raising a bit, feigning excited anticipation. Then he says, "Torture?" in a voice far too hopeful to suggest actual torture would do any good.

#eladead #𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#// he is insufferable have fun with him les #its just queue and me

"I want all of them to disappear. I cannot do this anymore with these flashes, and interviews, and noisy nosey negligent bastards!"

[ @eladead ]

+†+🪦+†+... "Then you know what you gotta do, right?" He says, as if it's the most simple and obvious answer in the world and granted, he's thinking it actively and his mind isn't necessarily guarded at the moment. "You either gotta give up the whole 'I wanna be a famous vampire' shtick and go into hiding or you gotta kill 'em all." There's a pause as he turns where he sits, bending a knee and tucking it under himself so that he can face Lestat properly. It's not entirely obvious if he's joking or not, because there isn't a gleam of mischief in his eyes and there's no smirk on his face. "Look, you're the celebrity here, right? If you don't wanna do interviews then tell them to fuck off and thanks for inquiring. Go on a vacation where no one will recognize you, somewhere that doesn't have a television in every household and a telephone in every palm. Oh, and uh, bring me with you because it was my idea and I can pay for my own ticket." Now the smirk appears, and at once it's obvious that he's being entirely serious.

#eladead #Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#its just queue and me

annual Unprompted Ask Harassment Call!

"Do you find it repulsive that the entire world may not understand you? Not a single soul to relate to. That's lonely. Fucking lonely."

[ @eladead ]

+†+🪦+†+ At first, when Lestat speaks, Klaus isn't sure if he's actually asking him out of curiosity or if it's meant to injure him but either way he feels the sting of it against his sternum. It pulsates outward in sickening little sensations that quiver and ache all the way down as it sinks into his ribcage. He isn't intoxicated enough for this. Green eyes shift to the half joint previously snubbed out in the ashtray, fingertips twitching against leather pants as he considers reaching for it and decides not to. It's no wonder he hates that one reporter guy, Daniel, so much. They both ask the same fucked up sort of questions. "Yes. I do find it repulsive," he murmurs, leaning back against the sofa and letting out a long sigh as a hand lifts to scrub at his face, miraculously not smudging his eyeliner or smokey shadow. "Maybe that's why you never actually kick me out. I understand more than most people, and I feel the same fucking way about it all. No matter what I said or did, it didn't matter. Didn't help. So now, when they see what they wanna see, I let 'em. Easy."

#eladead #𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#its just queue and me #// *narrows eyes suspiciously*

ourstoriesunfold

Viktor let a small smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he took the joint from his brother and drew in a lungful of smoke.

When Klaus continued a moment later, he nearly choked on it as he huffed out a snort in reflex. Eyes watering, he passed the joint back to Klaus. He shook his head as he fought to suppress the coughing fit and recover somewhat gracefully. "I think you'd have better luck getting everyone out to a bar together, and that would have it's own set of hazards and challenges."

He paused for a moment, letting his breathing settle as he mulled the thought over. Letting out a dry chuckle, he shook his head once more. "Honestly, though, if we could manage it, I'm sure it would be one hell of a session. We might get fired though," he admitted after another moment of thought. "I don't think any therapist could handle all of us at once..."

somethingbcrrowed

Klaus snorts a bit, shivering for theatrical effect. "The six of us in a bar with alcohol, at the same time? Forget hazards and challenges, kid, we're talkin' misdemeanors and felonies." He smirks, letting out another soft chuckle with a shake of his head as he lifts the returned joint back to his own lips, taking in a deep inhale and finding himself grateful that he exhales before Viktor actually finishes his sentiments.

Another chuckle escapes and he shakes his head, but then reconsiders with a bit of a shrug and a tilt of his head.

"Well, I mean, I dunno. Luther's probably a preeeeeetty easy case." The words are shivering with held in chuckles as he speaks, not meaning any disrespect but also being brutally honest about their Number One. "And Diego, I mean, aside from the whole Oedipus complex I'd say he's a pretty easy case as well. Allison's where it starts to go off the rails and by the time we get to Five? Pffffffffffftttt...." He waves the hand not holding onto the joint, scrunching up his face a bit. "Total fucking train wreck. Yeah, maybe, uh... Maybe group therapy isn't for us as a family unit."

#ourstoriesunfold #Divergence ; Turn The Page #☂ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 ☂#cw smoking #cw marijuana #cw weed #cw intoxication #its just queue and me

Rent is due

[ @eladead ]

+†+🪦+†+ A delicate sip of red wine, which is laced with something far more nefarious than the fermented fruit juice itself, is taken and appreciated in full before he lets out a soft sigh and turns his dilated olive hues toward that beautiful blonde immortal demanding payment for his company. Like he's some sort of harlot working in a pleasure house (which he isn't mad at whatsoever). Then a smirk appears and he gestures toward the mobile phone abandoned on the side table near the sofa. "It's called direct deposit, chérie. Welcome to the modern world. Check the account that pays for this place and you'll see a transaction from mine to yours every month since we met. I just like fucking with you waaaaaay too much to actually show proof that I'm not just a freeloading asshole. Well. Before today anyway. So, uh, happy Turkey Eating Day I guess?"

#eladead #// okay so he's still an asshole but not a FREELOADING asshole #// i had a mo' to write between pies and cookies hi hello!#Crossing Over ; The Vampire Chronicles (amc)#𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕀𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝔸 𝔹𝕒𝕣 🍷#cw alcohol #cw drinking

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