#thevamplelio

[ask-armand]

Happy birthday, mon petit diable. ~ Lestat / thevamplelio

My God, there are two of them. 😳 Nevertheless, thank you. ❤️

[mxldito]

💢 What is their moral alignment?

- @thevamplelio

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💢 - If we're going by DND style moral alignment, I would place Coyote as Chaotic Neutral. I couldn't confidently place them as explicitly good or evil. Within the World of Darkness it's always tricky to determine whether or not somebody is good which is one of my favorite things about it.

They're not typically malicious unless they're provoked but we always loop back around to vampires being monsters. Coyote has done some monstrous things other than taking blood. They've broken their own personal rules in order to gain something from somebody. They haven't talked about this one before but they helped lead a young woman to her death and then her second death. Within the canon of this blog, they've knowingly allowed Diaberlists get away with their crimes because they benefit from their presence. They let things happens which can be just as bad as doing those things.

That said, they don't go around killing and maiming everybody in their path. That'd only harm their cause and shed more blood than necessary. For the most part, Coyote does what they believe is the right thing and they hold that belief with such an unwavering conviction. If that right thing entails throwing any Kindred they're not friends with under the bus, then so be it.

As for their human life, Coyote was a thief from a young age and worked in a chop shop operation which included stealing vehicles, they'd participate as a getaway in robberies, and burglarize houses. All of these were for the sake of survival so that's another moral conundrum for them to grapple with. It was an immense source of shame, but it was either that or both them and their uncle would go cold and hungry.

[cursedviolinist]

No dying!

(From @thevamplelio)

@thevamplelio

"How can I die when I'm already dead?" Nicki cocked his head to the side, a slight grin on his face. He knew he could die; if he went into the sunlight or into the flames, but that wasn't the point, was it? "Why are you so worried about me now? You disappeared, and now you return and pretend to care?"

[thedevilsjournalist]

@thevamplelio

Daniel went to Lestat's townhouse with the intention of finding Lestat, but he hadn't thought any further than that. What would he do? Say; hey, I just interviewed your ex, can I interview you? Based on what he'd heard, that probably wouldn't go over too well. Lestat did seem rather arrogant though, and it was easy to get arrogant people to talk about themselves- you just couldn't always trust what they said. He would listen to Lestat's story and compare it to what Louis told him.

Of course, the townhouse was empty. Daniel poked around, a little disappointed that the place seemed uninhabited. He didn't even know he was being watched until he felt his bag ripped from his shoulders. Daniel jumped, turning to see a man with unmistakeable blonde hair looking through his tapes. He really was as beautiful as Louis described him.

"You're Lestat. I spoke to Louis. He told me his story. I want to hear your side of things."

[sangcreole]

I love your portrayal! He’s such a sad catholic bi bastard/unreliable narrator (affectionate).

~gently holds the problematic wet green eyed cat~

Have a good timezone!

( from: @thevamplelio )

「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」

asdfcghjvebkr THANK YOU!!! i love one (1) sad wet bastard man :)

[journalsinblood]

Lestat ( @thevamplelio ) sent: [tuck] sender tucks receiver into bed

Claudia felt like she'd adjusted reasonably well to being a vampire, all things considered. The idea of eating people had been jarring at first but after her first bite, she couldn't seem to get enough of it. Then there was her new family. They were eccentric and strange but they seemed to care about her more than her human family had so she was willing to give them a go. The mind reading was also a little difficult to adjust too but it was like having a secret language; a way that only her and the person that she trusted must in the world could communicate. The one thing that hadn't been easy to adjust to was going to sleep when the sun rose and settling into a coffin rather than snuggling down into a bed. No doubt both of her new parents had noticed that. She'd be tossing and turning all day, leaving Louis to complain about it when evening came. That was probably why they'd finally caved and given her her own coffin, even if she did still have to share a room with them.

She rolled over to face Lestat as he tucked in some of the plush fittings of her coffin that were likely to get caught in the lid.

"I ain't even tired." She pointed out "I could stay up just a little longer, please! Promise I won't look out the window or nothing" She shook her head to emphasise the point.

[honorhearted]

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The pain was incredible. Doubled over and holding fast to his twisted ankle, he seethed through his teeth and exhaled, agitated by the stranger’s persistence. Highwaymen were rampant in these parts, and after being thrown from his horse amidst a small skirmish, he’d known all too well that one of these thieves could happen upon him -- could try and raid his pockets, or far worse, end him for whatever they could glean.

Ben had, admittedly, been lying there like the dead upon the other man’s arrival, which was why he’d felt it necessary to announce that he was not, in fact, and was very much alive. 

Though once the stranger spoke, and quite oddly, Ben looked up again and stiffened at the sight of...well, he refused to acknowledge whatever he was looking at, for no man could possess such a sharp, ravenous maw.

Fumbling for the flintlock at his hip, Ben shakily lifted it and cursed his sudden inability to hold his aim steady and true. “It’s best that you be on your way,” he hissed. “I have nothing to offer you -- no money, no weaponry, nothing. But I do have one remaining musketball, and I will fire, sir.”

If he was having a delusion, then Ben felt it best to ignore the horrors he’d just seen. There was no way it could be real -- none at all. He had to be ill and on the cusp of delirium...

[symphonyofmalice]

“Don’t be a fool for the devil, darling.”

— post vampirism @thevamplelio

((don't memes)) @thevamplelio

“Including you, Prince of Hell?” Nicolas asked with a touch of sarcasm. “No, I’m done playing the fool, wearing jester’s garb and cavorting about for an audience. I belong to the devil still- I sold my soul long ago, before I even met you- and that Master can still lay claim to me. But none other. I will not belong to Armand, or you, or anyone else.”