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 “ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.”  

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 “ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.”  

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it's been a year and then some of this blog and it went through so many updates and changes, i think it's time to archive and move. i'll keep the same url (i'm lazy i don't want to do another promo).

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when will bots stop.

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I can swap this life of shame, swap it out for a dark gift and a power you can't begin to imagine. You just have to ask me for it. You just have to nod your beautiful head and say yes. I love you, Louis. You are loved. I send my love to you, and you send it back round to me, and this circle, this home we've barely had a glimpse of, know that it frightens me as much as it does you.

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louis is SO petty at times

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@n1atruc asked: ❛  there is a certain amount of truth behind everything that people do.  everything they do tells you a little something about them.   ❜

"what   if   you   don't   want   just   a   part   of   the   truth?"   when   did   his   life   become   this,   he   wonders?   where   when   he   speaks,   it's   parts   of   the   truth   laced   with   lies   or   dishonest   remarks.   louis   had   always   hid   a   part   of   himself   for   the   benefit   of   others   but   it   seems   that   death   had   not   stopped   him   from   continuing   that   delicate   part   of   himself.   emerald   eyes   stare   back   to   the   sky   above   instead   of   his   companion   before   him.   the   night   is   his   one   true   friend,   and   when   he   closes   his   eyes   he   dreams   it's   sunlight   on   his   skin �� and   not   the   moonlight,   as   it   had   been   for   years   now.   "how   can   you   distinguish   the   truth   from   the   lies?   perhaps   we   chose   whatever   fit   us   better."

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why did tumblr made my mutual checker dissapear like my birth parents.

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"he   tends   to   romanticize   a   lot   of   things.   he   hasn't   changed   that   much."   a   statement,   though   louis   isn't   sure   how   true   it   stands   at   the   moment.   but   he   remembers   that   the   other   would   often   paint   such   pretty   pictures   in   louis   wandering   mind   that   perhaps   old   habits   do   die   hard.   he   remembers   a   man   capable   of   bending   reality   and   making   him   see   what   he   would   say.   how   he   wanted   to   see   things   the   way   the   other   did.   "i'm   sure   he   even   offered   the   bright   opportunity   to   be   your   best   self,   through   the   dark   gift."   they   were   bound   in   a   church.  

a   dark   red   wedding   of   sorts.   how   many   of   those   words   were   just   made   for   louis   and   how   many   of   those   were   a   rehearsed   speech   to   get   the   likes   of   julie   to   be   under   his   little   musical   coven?   louis   tries   to   not   sound   bitter,   but   his   tone   comes   out   as   something   worse;   melancholy,   his   eternal   companion.  

"i'm   going   to   visit   my   grave.   if   that   is   what   you   desire,   I   am   not   your   owner.   you   can   move   around   as   you   see   pleased."   melancholy,   there   it   is   again.   he   is   going   to   see   the   remains   of   an   old   grave,   louis   de   pointe   du   lac   had   died   in   the   eyes   of   his   family, a lonely   rich   man,   who   might   had   gone   mad.   whatever   remains   of   grace's   descendants,   surely   heard   the   tales   of   the   ghostly   louis.   "it   happens   to   all   of   us,   you   know?   the   loneliness   that   comes   with   death."

jaw  set  in  a  tense  line  as  she  listened  to  him. the  slightest  bit  of  fear  ran  through  cold  veins  as  she  kept  eyes  on  him. ❝ was  he  not  supposed  to? ❞  she  was  playing  dumb,  that  might  work  a  little  better. julie  held  no  ill  will  towards  louis,  not  really. of  course  she  was  protective  of  lestat. and  she  had  seen  how  heartbroken  he  was  over  time,  even  if  he  didn't  want  her  to  see.

 ❝ are  you  sure?  i'm  sure  he  wouldn't  mind. i  could  use  some  company. ❞  which  wasn't  a  lie. she  was  alone  in  the  house,  she  knew  she  should  be  practicing  for  the  upcoming  show  but  she  needed  a  breather  --  she  needed  away  from  the  rest  of  the  band. ❝ but  if  you're  sure. maybe  i  could  join  you  for  a  walk?  it  is  a  rather  peaceful  night  out. ❞  she'd  extend  the  olive  branch,  carefully. knowing  that  he  could  easily  end  her  immortal  life  and  be  done  with  her. well.. maybe,  maybe  not. if  he  did  she  knew  that  lestat  would  be  most  upset. but  still  she  tried. 

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How   he   wished   there   was   something   that   he   could   do   for   Louis'   sake.   Claudia   speaks   truths   regarding   the   man's   secrets.   It   used   to   be   so   different,   when   his   mind   was   open   for   reading   and   Lestat   could   see   what   Louis   himself   though   and   in   reception,   he   received   honesty   from   the   man.   But   the   older   he   gets,   the   less   time   he   spends   with   his   human   side,   and   his   relatives   speak   of   him   as   the   devil,   Louis   wants   to   know   more   (   was   this   all   worth   it?   to   trade   humanity   for   immortality   and   eternal   love,   especially   when   said   love   seems   fickle?   ).  

Louis   tries   to   remain   stern   against   affection   but   it   remains   his   one   weakness,   as   tension   releases   from   his   shoulders   and   bright   emerald   eyes   ease   into   the   touch,   head   lean   into   the   warm   of   the   other's   palm.   The   young   woman   was   always   right   when   it   came   to   Louis   fiddle   heart;   he   can   be   angry   at   Lestat   all   he   wants   but   the   moment   their   eyes   meet,   it   seems   to   go   away,   despite   his   resistance.

  "Claudia   is   hunting   by   herself."   He   begins   then,   his   hands   finally   caving   and   taking   hold   of   the   other's   wrist,   keeping   his   hands   in   place   where   they   stay,   to   let   the   touch   linger.   "It's   been   a   while   since   we   have   gone   out,   just   the   two   of   us."

❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, mon cher. Please-tell me what I should I do to make it up to you. To prove my love, I'll do anything.❞ Despite what he said, anything was a little bit more than he could handle. Yes, there was still a little bit of a secret he had in the motels off in the west end. She laid silently in the room under the hard sheets. A little room reserved for the secrets that Louis nor Claudia knew of yet. How he could stand here lying through his teeth, a smile or his sweet while taking him in one second at a time.

Don't get him wrong, his love for Louis was endless, breathless. He will love Louis till the end of times, till there is nothing left. His heart aches in every since of the world for him. Staring at him longingly, happy to know that their love was strong like the knot in the red string. Their STRINGS connected & not matter what happens, they always will. Letting Louis know him, know of him. Giving him such a gift that he normally doesn't give to anyone else. This love, you see, was far more sacred than any other love he could give. He will forever choose Louis, no matter the distained look the other gives him, through the loving embraces & white little lies. Again & Again, he doesn't just stay with the other by defaut, but the other gives off such a gravitational pull.

Eyes did not wander this time, making sure to keep well on the other. With his hand still settled on soft cheek, the blonde never averted azure eyes. SURELY it a took a little to make sure such eyes did not wander, but how could one look away from the beauty?

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❥    feeling   things   ,   a   sentence   meme   .

what are they called again ? emotions ? ugh .   ( taken off of pinterest )

❛  you were dead.  yet, here you are.  ❜ ❛  speak your mind even if your voice shakes.  ❜ ❛  you inspire me to be nothing like you.  ❜ ❛  every day i wake up more tired than i’ve ever been.  how long will i stay like this?  ❜ ❛  fuck you’re cute.  ❜ ❛  don’t get attached.  ❜ ❛  i am fire.  i am hatred.  i am consuming.  ❜ ❛  there is a certain amount of truth behind everything that people do.  everything they do tell you a little something about them.   ❜ ❛  i wanna fucking date you, stupid.  ❜ ❛  which is it?  are you in love with a person or an idea?  ❜ ❛  you will get better.  maybe not today, but someday.  ❜ ❛  there’s a reason i never told you all of this.  ❜ ❛  let’s get drunk and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober.  ❜ ❛  i wanna see what happens when i don’t give up.  ❜ ❛  yeah you’re cute but are you good for my mental health??  ❜ ❛  … and then i just snapped.  ❜ ❛  i still repeat the things you said to me in my head.  ❜ ❛  your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely.  ❜ ❛  shit.  i think i have feelings.  ❜ ❛  i believe in annoyed at first sight.  ❜ ❛  what did it mean to you?  any of it?  ❜ ❛  can someone please be proud of me?  like fuck, i’m trying.  ❜ ❛  i sometimes wonder if things only get better so that they can get worse again.  ❜ ❛  hey, sometimes you gotta kill a guy.  ❜ ❛  i broke my rules for you.  ❜

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Interview With The Vampire vampires bully Nosferatu

Episode 4 of Interview With The Vampire on AMC+

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from one to louis catholic "help me please father, i laid down with the devil and i cannot think of nothing anymore", how high is your catholic guilt hm.

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once i finish this commission i will do a little rebrand for louis.

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louis be like, you don't know all the facts, i love him.