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bat at hornets nest maybe but "there is no ethical consumption under capitalism" refers to low income communities needing to choose between survival vs being eco friendly. not you continuing to watch the harry potter movies

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I just had a thought… Armand’s gonna torture Nicolas, oh yeah… And maybe love him too, who knows.

But he’s also the master creator of spells in the minds of others…

And by the time Nicolas eventually goes into the fire, might not Armand give him some vision of his mortal life to ease his last moments & give him a last experience as he dies of something sweeter?

‘Cause by that point, Armand will surely know the fullness of their story. And he’s dying anyway.

Imagine Armand giving Nicolas a vision, say of Lestat & he lying in an Apple Orchard as Nicolas burns… I would cry for Armand’s beauty were he to do this as much as for Nicolas.

And we could also see Armand giving Daniel some version of his visions of paradise as he eases Daniel into rebirth…

I love thinking everything into making me cry!

I love it when our characters go to their full extremes! Their full terribleness. Their full beauty. The full gamut. All the beauty & the terror that they all are.

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buttoning up this dress and singing and smiling while the mortals laugh and point, i relive every condescending look or fucking comment i have ever had to suffer.

there's something broken in me.

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I love her

Jacob Anderson as LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) 1.05 - A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart

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some book armand descriptions that tickled me

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One of Lestat's default states (when it comes to Louis).

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But does Louis de Pointe du Lac most iconic monsterfucker of all time have sex with his boss who is a vampire? I know he acts very classy, very demure but I bet his fantasies are just as filthy as Lestat's. Because he is the most iconic monsterfucker of all time

yeah.

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imagine you're a priest and you know this local family pretty well, you've watched their kids grow up, you were at the daughter's wedding and you end up officiating at the youngest son's funeral following his defintely-not-a-suicide. then the night of said funeral the eldest son shows up drunk off his fucking ass, SCREAMING about how he needs a confession asap, and when you finally get him in the booth he delivers a Shakespearan monologue of apocalyptic self-loathing, capped with the revelation that he's a) homosexual and b) fully convinced he's fucked the Literal Devil. and before you can even wrap your head around that let alone figure out a solution, the "devil" in question breaks into your church, sets it on fire, rips you out of your confession booth, and fucking eats you in front of the altar, right before he and the guy you were trying to help get gay married over your still-warm corpse. rip Father Matthias, you were a real one.

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I’m a huge fan of yours (requested by Anonymous)

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I’m begging ON MY HANDS AND KNEES for IWTV artists to PLEASE draw Lestat as some of my personal favourite looks of Billy Idols and ESPECIALLY to draw Lestat and Akasha as the pic of Billy and Elvira

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exchange of blood.

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“Now why the Hell do you want me, of all people,” he asked, “to come with you to France?”

“You know why. You know damned good and well why. Because you were there when I was just Born to Darkness. You were there when I stumbled onto these shores and sought to find a companion, and found you; and you were there when we lived all those decades together, you and me and Claudia, and you are the only one living who remembers the sound of her happy voice, her young voice, or the ring of her laugh. And you were there when I almost died at her hands, and when the pair of you fought me again and left me in the flames. And you were there when I was humiliated and ruined at the Théâtre des Vampires, and they murdered her due to my crimes, my weakness, my blunder, my ignorance, my failure to steer one fragile little bark in the right direction, and you were there when I rose from the dead and had my shabby little moment of triumph on the rock music stage, my cheap little hour as Freddie Mercury before the footlights, you were there. You came. You were there. And you were there when I took the spirit of Amel into me, and when all around me were telling me I had to be the Prince whether I wanted to be or not, you were there. You were there when all these streets ran with mud and river water, and when you and I went to see Macbeth onstage, and I couldn’t stop dancing under the streetlamps afterwards reciting the words, ‘Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,’ and Claudia thought I was so handsome and so witty and so clever, and we would all of us always be safe, you were there.”

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In a way, he made me think of a child doll, with brilliant faintly red-brown glass eyes—a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was.

“That’s what you always want,” he said softly. His voice shocked me. If he had any French or Italian accent left, I couldn’t hear it. His tone was melancholy and had no meanness in it at all. “When you found me under Les Innocents,” he said, “you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet with great embroidered sleeves.”

“Yes,” I said, “and comb your hair, your beautiful russet hair.” My tone was angry. “You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.”

Memnoch the Devil (1995) — Anne Rice

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Line art WIP :)

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ever heard of a ghost thats alive? red version