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hello hello i'm so sorry for going silent out of nowhere, life and work have been a bit insane lately, so i haven't had the brain power to write or be on here much! this is going to echo what my darling @fanatiquee said but i'm not heading into a hiatus or dropping lestat by any means, i'll just be a bit vague on here for a while. and i miss you all! mutuals feel free to get in touch on discord (and send me a message here if you don't have it!) i hope you're all well <3

regular pinned ☞ here!

#ooc ≠ lestat here

eosphoroz

I mean... I just HAD to.

#he would.

myrmeraki

louis… louis come see, i have found the most interesting video on the tick tock this evening…. regarde…. the dog, it falls in the pool, only to resurface and once more fall…. do you not find it amusing? louis?

#what use is this account when this is the best characterisation of lestat we'll ever see <3 #i love these posts

sorry for the absence !! it’s the end of semester + our town was flooded last week and might be about to flood again, so the times are a little...🚬😶

#ooc ≠ lestat here

metamorphesque

love me, devour me

― (@metamorphesque), Blythe Baird (@feral-ballad), Yves Olade, Alejandra Pizarnik, Hiroshima Mon Amour

˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗

ibetteracethatinterview

apaethy

#my man looked so good here

godsopenwound

ok but dostoevsky literally went off when he said “do you know that one day i’ll kill you? i won’t do it because i’m no longer in love with you, or because i’m jealous, but—i’ll just kill you for no better reason that i sometimes long to devour you.”

#does it need saying.

v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e

The Tale of the Body Thief (1992)

Prince Lestat and The Realms of Atlantis (2016)

Interview With The Vampire (2022)

#he loves him #this one eats souls ❥ loustat

kikismemes

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?

ok this is from a thousand years ago (my fault) and of course the answer has always been YES, and INSANELY, but in light of the most recent episode. now we get a visual <3

^ man who said it was "of course" totally fine if his lover wanted to sleep with other people, because he was already doing that himself and in fact advocated for it

#witchaotics

witchaotics:

Morgan was deep in his thoughts and he didn’t notice the man immediately. He was brought out of his trance when he heard him speak. A curious brow rose in response. “And what taste do we share?” Perhaps it was the choice in location with its aesthetically pleasing architecture and rich culture.

“Perhaps it is the both of us, after all the sun is setting.” The shadows stretched themselves thin at this hour as the sun painted the sky in shades of orange and fuchsia. It was like witnessing a painting in action but not even the most beautiful work of art could compare to the real thing. “What is your name?”

Though he had not apprehended Lestat until he opened his mouth, the young man had not startled. Instead, he drew his attention slowly from the dying light of the sun, splashed over the tiled rooftops, to lay it upon Lestat. “I have seen you,” Lestat explained easily, and turned from the city to lean back against the railing, and gaze upon the young man properly. “All over the city. In the theatres. Outside the galleries, and the coffeehouses. Leaving as I arrive. Arriving as I leave.”

Lestat tipped his head upwards, towards the bleeding sky, as though it had not occurred him, and watched a few gauzy clouds drift there. “Perhaps you are right,” he agreed, and lowered his gaze to the young man once more, offering a self-assured smile. “Lestat. Lestat de Lioncourt, my friend. And you?”

#witchaotics #omg no worries sorry this is [checks watch] a million years late #verse two ; original vagabond

childofmanynames:

“Where else can I go?” He asked Lestat, sincerely, saddened. Indeed, he was alone and aimless, now, once more, left to navigate the ruins of a home he had maintained for centuries, whose ways were the only ones he knew––all else forgotten, buried––whose methods were written on his bones. What was he without it? Where could he go? Grey ashes, clinging to the ragged clothed in irregular patches, smeared and ugly and unremarkable amid the old dirt, were all that remained of the grand bonfire that marked an absolute end to this cult, in which he had sent several of its rebel members to an excruciating end. Armand haunted its ruins as he haunted Pairs; lost. Lestat’s image burnt his eyes, and so he looked away, down, to the dark ground that was thick with shoe imprints. You have taken everything from me, or will you be content no sooner than having taken this as well?

Startling in its open dejection, Armand’s young face loomed before him, protruding from the hollow night. The darkness of the cemetery seemed poised to swallow him whole: he would wink out, like an extinguished, pale flame. Frustration buoyed inside Lestat, as much for the question as for its earnestness. “Anywhere!” He answered Armand, the words sharp. The hand he had cast out towards the empty cemetery dropped to his side, where the fingers bristled in and out of a fist. “To a café. To Cairo. It does not matter! What keeps you here? What limits do you imagine?” His demands were no good, here. As Lestat watched, Armand’s face turned from him, roving down to the mud chewed up by workmen’s boots. Silence rang out around them. Beneath it, sliding through his mind once more, Armand answered him, and a groan rose up from Lestat. “I am not taking anything from you,” he argued, and then, when Armand remained impassive, changed tack. I am giving it back.

#childofmanynames #returns a thousand years later.#🙄🙄#verse two ; original vagabond