#{ Musing: Louis }

[quinnquatria]

I just really appreciate amc’s iwtv for taking the source material so lovingly into their arms and saying “I will make you so much more interesting”

[writerformanymuses]

I have a favorite, and she's the meme queen

[angrybubbles]

One of the things I love about Loumand as a couple is how much they want to be enough for each other.

Louis lets Dreamstat go to be with Armand. Is willing and happy to shift their relationship dynamic to Dom/sub because he sees the weight of Armand's past. To take the weight of coven decisions off Armand's hands (despite not really getting the danger of it).

And Armand wants to be enough for Louis. He wants to be the person Louis comes home to. To be fascinating and the one who continues to liberate Louis from his past. He wants to be the reason Louis stays. He wants Louis' trust, but so much of how he knows to serve a loved one is built on lies.

They just keep missing each other. Their own pasts and roles weighing them down. The lies and bitterness hanging over their relationship like a veil. The way they are both perfectly suited to dig into each other's weaknesses.

Loumand you are a beautiful tragedy, I can't wait to see your complicated longing again.

[sheherlestat]

In Throes of Increasing Wonder - 3x1.5 inch drawing - acrylic gouache, colored pencil, ink

[ariconditioner]

“louis x legoshi is soo cool too bad it’s not canon and technically a ship”

three seasons later

louis: god i wanna fuck bitches but i cant stop thinking about those DAMN carnivores

louis’ dad: so what are you gay or something

[1e1e1e]

"This was originally heavily inspired by Interview With A Vampire (2022), but obviously, it became a small motif instead. Opera houses and silent films were also an inspiration, can you tell? Anyway. Please enjoy this 9-page, multi-muse template, clad in red, black, and gold, with vivid red curtains, baroque picture frames, and an overall vibe of warm luxury."

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[nancydrewwouldnever]

RANDOM MUSING: (for like the one person following me who is also into IWTV)

For the love of everything, I really, really hope the showrunners/writers of the Interview with the Vampire series keep the canonical scene of Gabrielle's return to Lestat's life by stealing her son's Porsche and driving it like a speed demon in a heist movie while Louis is crawling over Lestat's lap in the passenger side seat.

Because I need this to be the way Louis meets his Mother-in-Law for the first time. And bless Anne for writing such a batshit crazy scene to begin with.

[portraitoflestatonfire]

the neck of louis de pointe du lac

[covenofthearticulate]

i had a thought: imagine louis falls asleep first because he’s the weakest and the baby and armand reads his thoughts as he dreams and then yaps to lestat right over louis’ head 😭

MWAH MWAH MWAH kissing u on the cheeks as we speak!!!! this is delicious i'm sobbing!!! since we're both going through it I wrote a lil something as a treat bc we deserve it <3

"He's dreaming of you," Armand mumbles into the nest of unkempt black hair.

From the pillow, on the other side of their sleeping lover, Lestat looks up from his phone. Like a pantomime, the expression shifts from surprised to curious to doubtful, before landing on the final fixed look of pure spite that crinkles his brow and stiffens his lip.

"He is not," Lestat frowns. "Liar."

He is always this way when he's afraid. Like a cornered wolf, snapping at any hand that might offer kindness.

And perhaps he is right to be afraid, Armand thinks, as he rests one hand over Louis' chest, feels the rise and fall of it as the mortal sleep pulls him under like the gentle lull of the ocean waves. Perhaps it is a gift, the severance between maker and fledgling. Perhaps the ugly things in Louis' head are better left unsaid.

That won't stop Armand, though.

"He's dreaming of you at the chess board with your father."

If there is any color left behind from the hunt, it immediately drains from Lestat's face. There's a sharp pain in his eyes for just a moment, one singular earth-shattering moment, before he glazes right over, and turns his attention back to his phone.

"...oh."

"You're yelling at him."

Armand doesn't know why he's digging further. He likes to dig, likes to press on Lestat's old wounds because sometimes it is the only way to see the real creature hiding behind the facade, because it makes him feel less alone, knowing there is someone else in this wide world who is every bit as broken and wretched as he is.

"Enough."

"Oh, but he loves you, even now," Armand continues to murmur, soft and low, against the crown of Louis' head. "He loves the curl of your hair, and the shape of your calves. Even the flash of your fangs as you tell your father to go to hell. He feels sorry for you."

"I said ENOUGH, Armand."

When he looks up, finally, there is a rage in Lestat's eyes. It's an old flame of anger, and yet it makes Lestat look so devastatingly young.

"Why are you telling me this?" Lestat breathes.

"Because you are the center of his universe," Armand snaps, and undercurrent is clear: ungrateful, ungrateful, ungrateful.

"I don't want to be." Something quivers in the back of Lestat's throat as he speaks. "I never wanted to hurt him, I never wanted—"

"And yet he dreams of you still."

Silence, for a moment.

And the longer Armand's words hang in the air, the more Lestat begins to recognize the jealousy seeping into each syllable.

"I want him to dream about us," Lestat finally sighs.

All Armand does is nod, close his eyes and inhale a breath as if he might pick up some lingering scent from the long dead flesh cuddled between them. And as he begins to gently exhale, Louis makes a small noise, a soft groan, and shifts ever so slightly so that his toes bump against Lestat's leg.

Lestat hates that he cannot know the cause of that noise, and for a moment he considers swallowing his pride simply to ask Armand to play conduit, to slide the blade between his ribs just once more—

But before he can speak, he feels the gentle press of Armand inside of his head, like a warm summer breeze, and once he opens the door, allows the battlements to crumble down, he can hear it like a relentless pulse:

Dream of us, dearest. Dream of us. No more sorrow. We are here, now. Dream of us.

And the world seems so warm and so small, suddenly, as Lestat allows himself to sink down into it, to be guided by Armand through the dreamscape in his lover's head. The three of them, tucked away in a venerable library deep in the heart of New York. The three of them, in the box at the opera. In the snow-covered trails of Auvergne, the moonlit streets of Paris, the ocean-kissed air of California...yes, the three of them, in all their many iterations, always finding their way home to one another over and over again.

A yawn creeps it's way up into Lestat as he shifts under the covers. He wraps his arm around Louis, rests his hand on Armand's shoulder.

And when he closes his eyes, he dreams of the three of them, too.

[velociraptorsaurusrex]

I wanted him dead; I wanted him all to myself.

get him back!

[writerformanymuses]

i'm so sorry but i need to be in the room when lestat de lioncourt, the drama queen of all drama queens, finds out louis was so fucking insane about him, even after killing him, that he HALLUCINATED HIM FOR FUCKING YEARS.

i'm almost certain he would start actually glowing in smugness. like a fucking evolving pokemon or some goddamn ascending angel. just sheer white light eminating from every pore as he slowly lifts off the ground in maniacal self-satisfied laughter.

[noliaert]

Finally got around to finish this one! Here's my ode to iwtv season 1! <3 I made both a version of bailey's claudia as well as delainey's 👍👍

Close ups 👇

[spelacchiotto]

I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening.

[angrybubbles]

You ever think about how Louis never asked about Claudia's past before she was made? It might just be a Doylist -that didn't matter for the plot- purpose, but I think it's so... interesting.

She started writing down her diary after she was turned.

Louis never asked, not that he cares to recollect.

She only makes vague references to it, and they're quite painful.

The only one who would know is Lestat. Lestat would have seen glimpses of her life when he turned her

(Or Madeline, if they decided to share that much. We'll never know.)

[1e1e1e]

CLAUDIA DU LAC, THE BURDEN.

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[mythologypaintings]

Mars Being Disarmed by Venus

Artist: Jacques-Louis David (French, 1748–1825)

Date: 1824

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium, Brussels, Belgium

Description

Mars Being Disarmed by Venus is the last painting produced by the French artist Jacques-Louis David. He began it in 1822 (aged 73) during his exile in Brussels and completed it three years later, before dying in an accident in 1825. The work combines idealization with elements of realism. Specifically, David integrated the idealized forms of mythological painting with a realist attention to detail. This combination of two seemingly incompatible principles also plays an important role in the themes of the painting, most notably in its treatment of masculinity and femininity.

David sent the painting from Brussels for exhibition in Paris, where Romanticism was ascendant in the Salon of 1824. The painting initially received a muted response from critics, but over time its reputation has grown. It is now displayed in the Oldmasters Museum (part of the Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium) in Brussels.