#Yandere Interview

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its always "toxic old man yaoi" and never "yandere armand"

[ni-idea-07]

OUR BABY BUTTERFLY

TW: Yandere themes, parental neglect, explicit language, mentions of sexual content (not graphic, but hinted at in dialogue), ambiguous interactions between adults and a minor, as well as psychological dynamics of power and vulnerability. Unwanted but starved murder.

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They had reunited after so long. Lestat promised he would change. Louis believed him, not because he believed in second chances (more like the twentieth chance), but because he saw him as different. The Frenchman seemed different, he was, and it showed in his gaze.

For your part, you had met them on a very peculiar night.

You had missed the last bus of the afternoon and stood at the bus stop hoping another bus would come. Your phone was off; you had run out of battery since you'd had a really long day, and at the school you attended, all the assignments were on the school's website and had to be done online. You also had extracurricular activities and a 40-minute break during the break between classes (you also loved checking your social media and playing video games). Calling your parents wasn't an option, and neither was borrowing a phone from passersby since almost no one was there, and the few who were still there at that hour seemed too untrustworthy.

The night breeze snuck through the trees and the rusty signs at the bus stop, stirring your hair and making you shiver. It was late. Very late. The streetlights flickered as if they were tired too. You looked at the bus stop clock once more: 11:52 p.m.

You were alone. Or so you thought.

—"Are you waiting for the bus?"— asked a soft, deep voice, with an accent that wasn't easy to place, but it sounded elegant, friendly.

You turned around, a little scared, and saw him. Tall, thin, dressed in black, with a wide-brimmed hat that barely concealed pale eyes, too pale for someone of his complexion. He watched you without moving, as if he didn't want to scare you. It was the man you would later know as 'Louis'.

You nodded slowly, saying nothing.

He smiled, barely. A smile so faint it seemed more like a memory than a real expression.

—“I doubt another one will come by today. Can I sit with you?”

You looked at him, and something in his voice, in his manner, made you not feel afraid. He seemed... alone. Like you. You nodded again.

Louis sat down carefully next to you, leaving a respectful space between you. He took out a handkerchief and folded it between his fingers. He didn't look at you directly, but he didn't completely avert his attention either. He was present.

—“It's not safe for someone your age to be alone at this time”— he murmured. —“Do your parents know where you are?”

You shook your head.

—“My phone died… and there's no one around.”

Louis nodded. Then, with a pause that felt long, he asked:

—“Do you want a ride home?”

—“I don't get into strangers' cars”— you said firmly, though not entirely confidently. You had made the mistake of saying no one knew where you were. He was attractive and an adult; you'd always been afraid of people like that.

Louis wasn't offended by your refusal. In fact, he seemed relieved. He lowered his gaze and nodded slowly, as if he respected your answer more than anything else you could have said.

Louis wasn't offended by your response. In fact, his eyes, those absurdly sad eyes, softened, as if he were... proud of you.

—"Well said"— he whispered. —"Never trust too quickly. Even when someone seems harmless."

He watched you with a patient gaze, as if he could wait for hours by your side without saying anything else.

—"I'll stay here. Until your bus arrives."

—"You said none would come."

Louis smiled, this time more visible, with a hint of irony.

—"I know. But I can still stay."

Several minutes passed, maybe an hour, you were bored, and there was a TikTok song playing in your head, helping you dissociate, like so many times when your mother and father argued at the slightest opportunity.

Louis glanced at you every few minutes, out of the corner of his eye. You were truly adorable, and it's been a long time since he'd had human companionship; you were a warm little thing by his side. Even though you weren't that close, he could still feel your body temperature. He didn't say anything else. He stayed with you, motionless, as if he had nowhere else to go. Maybe he didn't. Or maybe he'd simply decided that, for now, you were his destiny.

The silence between you wasn't awkward. It was strange... like a pause in time. A suspended night where nothing was happening, but everything was about to happen.

—"How old are you?"— he asked after a while.

—"Seventeen"— you said quickly, looking at the floor, crossing your arms as if you could hide behind them.

Something changed in the air. You felt it before you saw it: a cooler breeze, a strong scent, like withered flowers and sweet blood.

—"And who is this little creature?"— he asked, approaching with calm, almost dancing steps. He crouched down at your level with a smile as charming as it was terrifying. —"Hello, chérie. Are you lost?"

Louis stood up immediately, standing between you and the blond like a living shield.

—“Don't touch her, Lestat.”

—“Touch her? Please! I just want to meet her. It's not every day I find you babysitting a human child at a bus stop, like a... what do you say? Boy Scout?”

Lestat smirked, but his eyes shifted to yours. They were looking at you with interest.

—“She has a lovely presence. Look at how she trembles, how fast she breathes... She's beautiful, don't you think?”

Louis sighed when Lestat sat down next to you; he knew he wouldn't do anything to you right away since he'd already consumed blood recently. You could smell him, and who knows how long he'd been listening to the little conversation between you and him.

He didn't say it, but he tensed as if every fiber of his being was preparing to act as soon as Lestat made the slightest false move. His eyes—so patient before—were now liquid steel. You, for your part, could barely breathe. You sensed the two men weren't normal. There was something about them, the way they moved, the way they looked at you, that put you on edge... though with Louis, it was different. With him, at least, you didn't feel fear. Only that strange melancholy that seemed to envelop him like a cloak.

—"Lestat..."— Louis warned, in that soft voice that never seemed to raise its pitch, but carried with it a weight as thick as the night. —"Enough."

—"Enough what?"— the blond replied, amused, as he leaned his elbow on the bench and his face in his hand. —"I just talk. Isn't that what humans do? Chatting at bus stops, shivering from the cold, sharing secrets..."

You flinched a little. His smile unsettled you. It was beautiful, but you felt like a mouse being watched by a cat that had already eaten but still wanted to play.

—"I have no secrets"— you said firmly, trying to sound older. Like someone who couldn't be intimidated.

Lestat raised his eyebrows theatrically.

—"No? And that little lie about your age? Oh, mon ange... don't tell me you thought we wouldn't notice."

Your heart leapt. He looked at you directly, as if he could see right through you. As if your thoughts were an open book to him.

Louis turned slightly toward you, still keeping an eye on Lestat.

—"It's all right"— he said, his tone softer, almost paternal. —"You're not in trouble."

But Lestat wasn't finished.

—"Twelve. Maybe thirteen, if you count generosity and good lighting."— He laughed softly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. —"Did they teach you to lie like that in school?"

—"Lestat..."— Louis repeated, and this time, his voice was colder. More dangerous.

The blond man stopped. He looked at him with feigned innocence. Then, without warning, he stood up, took a couple of steps, and bowed in front of you again. Louis didn't move, but his gaze was a silent threat.

—"You're shivering"— Lestat said, his voice low. —"You're cold. Would you like to borrow my coat?"

You shook your head sharply. You shrank even further, hugging yourself.

Louis took a step forward. It was enough to make Lestat back away.

—"Good. Good"— the blond said, raising his hands as if in a sign of peace. —"How hard it is to make friends these days..."

Lestat reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a shiny, modern cell phone, a little too new since he rarely used it. He turned it elegantly between his fingers, playing with it as if it were a tempting candy.

—“Oh, Cherie… imagine this: you make a little call, your parents come, and everyone is happy. Only…”— he gave you a crooked, dangerous smile— “…not everything in this life is free.”

—“What do you want in return?”— you asked, your voice low, as if you were afraid of the answer.

Lestat tilted his head, delighted and admiring the new creature he had just met. Louis leaned a little closer to you, enough so that his shadow shielded you from the world.

—“Just ignore him”— he murmured. —“Lestat talks a lot when he's bored.”

—“Ouch!”— the blond complained exaggeratedly, putting a hand to his chest. —“That hurt, Louis. Honestly. I'm just trying to be nice to this sweet creature.”

Louis ignored him. He crouched down a little to be at your eye level.

—“Would you like to use my phone?”—He asked, glancing at the one Lestat was holding. —"It's not his. It's mine. He's just borrowing it because he likes to snoop."

Lestat chuckled, but didn't protest.

You nodded and grabbed the phone, entered your mother's number, and called on speakerphone.

—"Hello?"

Your eyes lit up when your sleepy mother answered.

—"Mom, I missed the bus and I've been here for hours. Some men lent me their phone. Can Dad come get me?"— you said, trying to hide your excitement, thinking they were never going to answer.

You heard him groan in annoyance.

—"Are you at the bus stop near your school?"

—"Yes, Mom."

There was a silence; you could hear your father's murmurs.

—"I can't right now, honey. I just had make-up sex with your dad. You don't want the spark to go away, do you?"

—"Uhm... I don't think so."

—"Find a place where it won't get cold. We'll stop by tomorrow morning and have breakfast as a family. I love you, minha nega."

And he hung up.

You couldn't help the urge to cry. You knew your parents were what other overprotective parents call "neglectful." And it pained you that cold strangers heard it so clearly.

You looked at them, not knowing what they would say.

The blond just laughed, and Louis looked at him with distaste.

—"Well... I know horror movies start like that, but... what if we take you? We have a nice car that the new generation of kids like you will surely like."

They both stood up when you did.

This wouldn't have happened if you had enrolled them in a school closer to your house.

—"Don't pressure her, Lestat."

Lestat raised his eyebrows, clearly amused.

—"I'm not pressuring her, I'm just offering charming alternatives. Although of course... if she prefers to wait alone in the dark..."

You stood still for a moment, weighing the situation. You were cold, you were tired, and your parents weren't coming. Those two men were strange, yes, but they didn't seem dangerous... at least, not to you.

—"Are they going to kill me or something?"— you asked suddenly, bluntly.

Louis blinked, surprised, but Lestat laughed as if you'd told him the best joke of the year.

—"Oh, no, chérie! Killing children is boring and vulgar."

Louis looked at you with a mixture of sadness and tenderness.

—"We just want to help you. No one should be left alone out at night because of their... busy parents."

—"Too busy having sex"— Lestat added with theatrical sarcasm.

Louis closed his eyes in resignation.

—"Enough."

You sighed, crossing your arms.

—"Oh, come on, it's not bad. We fuck each other too."

You didn't know what to do; it wasn't the first time adults had spoken explicitly in front of you. But that didn't make it any less uncomfortable.

Even less so if your mind only thought about that later.

—"Look, you've already made her uncomfortable, well done."

Lestat rolled his eyes at the scolding.

Your stomach ached with hunger, that discomfort so unfamiliar to you. You'd skipped breakfast and lunch; dinner was supposed to be your first meal of the day. But your return home was thwarted.

That was the last time you went to school.

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They had been quite convincing; after taking you from the bus stop, they took you to see the nightlife spots that were suitable for a girl your age. But then, then, they wouldn't let you leave.

They promised you luxuries and money to keep you staying.

You hadn't agreed, and that resulted in Lestat locking you in a coffin.

Why would they have two coffins in the same room? It was something you didn't understand.

Until after keeping you in the coffin for two days, they let you out to drink water and eat some sandwiches, and then Lestat told you that if you screamed, he'd rip your jaw out.

—"You'll stay here and never leave if you don't want us to cut you into little pieces. Your father, Louis, went to get you some things."

Two years had passed since then. You didn't come home that night, or the next. Or ever.

You had tried to escape, of course. For the first six months, they had always hugged you and brought you along. Once, you had gone out onto the highway and asked a police officer for help, but Louis appeared behind you and hugged you around the waist while you watched Lestat bite the policeman.

That was the time you discovered they were vampires, and it was also the last time you tried to escape from that luxurious apartment where they lived.

As I said, two years had passed; you had grown accustomed to their behavior, and luckily, you had only witnessed Lestat feed on the policeman who tried to help you once. Still, you knew they both fed on people Louis hired.

You ate normal food. An Italian-speaking chef would come and make you food that Louis chose, saying it would have more vitamins or something. Lestat was the one who had intervened so you could eat desserts.

Okay, you're not kidnapped. More like, you were adopted illegally and by force. (Spoiled captive syndrome is knocking at your door, darling)

But when you showed them you were no longer the little girl who wanted to run away, they treated you even better. They hired tutors so you wouldn't lose your studies. Sometimes Louis would spy on you while they taught you applied calculus and leave when he realized you were making a mistake because you were nervous about being watched. But they couldn't help it! You made them feel like they did when they first had Claudia (you know, before everything got complicated). But even though you're a teenager, to century-old vampires like them, you were like a baby. A baby they'd let grow a little longer before being turned into another bloodsucker.

—"Do you know what your life would be like if we hadn't found you?"— he asked one night, crossing his legs while swirling a crystal goblet of dark liquid.

—"Probably better..."— you whispered softly, almost without realizing it.

Lestat fell silent. His smile stretched, slow, lopsided, like a cat that has just found prey it won't let go of.

—"Better? Oh, little one..."— he leaned in, his eyes shining. —"do you want to be alone at the bus stop again? Do you want to be found by other men less... noble than us?"

You said nothing. You just pressed your lips together, your knuckles white around the pencil.

—"Come on, my dear..."

Louis appeared behind you, his cold hands resting on your shoulders like the weight of a curse. —"Don't say things you don't understand... you have no idea what's out there."

The first time you heard that phrase from Louis was the night a man in an elegant suit was let into the apartment. He had looked at you, curious, and Lestat had spoken to him in a low voice while you pretended to read a book. When the man left, Louis wiped his hands with a white napkin, and Lestat laughed as if it were all a game.

From then on, you understood. You didn't want to know what was going on out there. Or who they were bringing.

The days went by. Sometimes Lestat bought you new dresses, necklaces, shiny ornaments. —"So you look pretty, chérie..."— he said as he tried them on, adjusting them with his icy fingers. You stood still, letting them slip around your neck like golden chains.

And yes, sometimes... sometimes you thought it was okay. That it wasn't so bad. That they gave you good food, books, they even taught you how to play the piano.

But then, when Louis walked by and brushed his fingertips against your cheek, or when Lestat stood looking at you from the shadows of the room, as if deciding something, you remembered that night.

The night you didn't come home.

The night the door closed behind you and Louis wrapped his arms around your waist while Lestat smiled with his fangs bared.

You remembered how you screamed.

And how you never did again.

But then it all came to a head when you fell in love for the first time, with your geography teacher's daughter. Lestat had said that "whore" only wanted the family money and was manipulating you. Louis was more reserved; he wasn't trying to brainwash you. But he was clearly upset. You didn't understand why. They couldn't complain that you also liked women. You thought it was just anxious parent syndrome.

Until one afternoon, you were coming back from shopping. You and your girlfriend were having a sleepover, and you had decided to buy some candy. It was already getting dark. But that didn't worry you; it was for the best, since it meant your "parents" would be going hunting very soon.

But as soon as you entered the luxurious suite where they lived, you got a surprise. She was there. Lestat was yelling at her, saying that if she didn't stay still, he would break her legs too. You ran to her, noticing how her arms were broken.

—"It's about time you arrived. We were waiting for you..."

Then Lestat pulled you away from her and quickly sank his fangs into your neck. You kicked against his great strength, but your body quickly gave out from blood loss.

—"This is for your own good, Y/N..."— Louis whispered.

When you were about to close your eyes

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BUT I'M BACK!

Well, as always, your likes are welcome, and please reblog too. It would help me a lot.

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[most-screwed-by-writers-tourney]

Congratulations to Lestat de Lioncourt from Interview with the Vampire, you have won tumblr’s Best Yandere Tournament!

In second place, we have Lucille Sharpe from Crimson Peak!

And in third place, Griffith from Berserk!

Also apologies on the delay on the characters most screwed by the writers tournament, I’ve been really busy with work; extremely burnt out. But soon!

[m4el-1t0]

Can Achilles be considered history's first Yandere

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Interview with the vampire - Lestat de lioncourt - SFW HCs

How you meet: You caught Lestat’s eye from across the ballroom floor, and he knew he had to taste you. You liked the way he looked at you, the way he exuded power. You followed him to his chambers but were enraged when you realized he had another woman waiting there who began pawing at Lestat. You saw red and next thing you knew, the woman was dead and Lestat was looking at you like you were the greatest thing he had ever seen.

Lestat would be down to spoil you, especially with gifts. He’d buy you lavish jewelry, like necklaces and ballroom gown dresses. 

Absolutely LOVES your clinginess. He is clingy himself putting his arms around you, cuddling with you, and stealing kisses throughout the day. 

Since he plays the violin and piano, he’d be down to have a music collab. You can write him some rap and rnb sheets, and he’ll go wild on those instruments bringing dope ass music to that victorian era. 

Lestat is totally okay with you sleeping a ton. If you fall asleep he’ll read some of his books and stroke your hair gently every now and then. Cat-energy.

Being a free spirit and a bit of a man-whore, Lestat would occasionally act out, trying to get your yandere side out. He would relish in the bloodlust he saw in your eyes, knowing that you were getting jealous seeing his flirty actions. He'd laugh and reassure you at the end of the day he loves you

Lestat would turn you into a vampire, and you both would terrorize the neighborhood together.

Lestat can mold himself to suit whichever personality you have on for the day. He is a man with years of experience and a lot of knowledge. He will show you a new side of him everyday. 

He loves it when you are clingy, he enjoys your attention, your devotion. Every bit of it, he feeds off your blood and love. You are Lestat’s favourite.

Lestat would love to take you by the sea side, perhaps a graveyard beside it. A peaceful bliss for a few moments as you both watch the waves crash and the silence of the dead. It is truly his most romantic escape.

your rap lyrics,

admins sar, san & sav

[gothvergilstan]

He watches.

Always watching.

The façade that he puts on was convincing to everyone, including you.

He never wanted anyone to see the sadness that sat in his heart, making it heavy, a contrast to the joking and carefree mask he wore.

No one needed to know the fear he actually felt. The unresolved trauma that he continues to push away like the few loved ones he had left.

And yet for some odd reason, you make him want to take off that mask. To be vulnerable.

But he just couldn’t do it.

He believed that if he did, you would die just like everyone else he has ever cared for, and Dante didn’t want to lose you.

If he lost you, he would truly become a devil.

Yet here he was in your bedroom, watching you snore lightly, sprawled out on your bed.

In Dante’s opinion, you were too damn kind.

Yes, we needed more kindness in the world, but he felt as though you just let people walk over you sometimes.

You didn’t like confrontations so you would always agree to disagree or shut down the moment a fight begins to occur.

He would see how your eyes would widen slightly. The fearful gulp. Your body slightly trembles as you glance away, avoiding eye contact as a quiet and shaky apology would leave your lips.

Dante hated to admit it, but he understood that feeling all too well. It was a feeling he had learned to ignore in order to never feel weak again.

He needed to be strong in order to protect himself and the few people he cared about, and you were one of them.

Though most people would think you were lucky to have the handsome demon hunter to have his eye on you; in reality, Dante wasn’t the most… stable man. Financially and mentally.

He had always pushed the ones he wishes to protect away… yet he just couldn’t push you away. It was just too difficult for him to do.

You were the light that he was always subconsciously looking for. The hope that he has been praying for.

To push you away means to be consumed by the fear he tries so hard to ignore.

And in Dante’s eyes, to deny you was like to deny God.

To him, you were his savior, his personal God, his very own piece of heaven.

He was beginning to understand all the things about religious worship because unbeknownst to you, he worshipped your very being and though he was a rather selfless man, he quickly realized that he wanted to be the only one who worshipped you.

You were too damn kind and he was too damn selfless, so it wouldn’t hurt to be a little selfish sometimes… that’s what he usually told himself whenever he stalked you.

It’s what he was telling himself right now as he was watching you sleep.

And it is what he would continue to tell himself when he eventually locks you away, being the only one who can worship your divine light, becoming the only one to receive your kindness.

[ravenwriter16]

Greetings lords, ladies, non-binary nobles and all you other very lovely nobles! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Today, I shall be conducting an interview with a highly requested individual. It took some persuasion--,

Ivan: You kidnapped me--,

But he's here now! So no need to know who kidnapped who--,

Ivan: You did--,

Let's start this interview off with some introductions! Come on Ivan! Tell our lovely viewers your name.

Ivan: You are SO lucky I'm chained up right now...

If you do this for me, I'll pay you a hundred gold pieces--.

Ivan: My name is Ivan Eli Harknoght.

...Really? That's all it took? Gold?

Ivan: Do you know how expensive it is for good farm equipment? Meat? Utility Runes? Clothing? Imported Books--,

Okay! Okay, geez you made your point...

Ivan: What's the next damn question? I though you had a list?

I do! Just hold on...Alrighty. What are you?

Ivan: I'm an ogre. A pixie ogre to be exact--,

Pff! 'Pixie'? But you're so tall and HUGE! And you don't have...pfft, the glittering wings~.

Ivan: *Glares* My Ma was a pixie, my Pa was an ogre. Ogres are more dominate in the shuffling of traits.

So what pixie traits did you get from your mother?

Ivan: My eyes. Normally an ogre's eyes are purely black. My Ma gave them color instead. I'm also small than an average ogre my age.

And...how old are you?

Ivan: 94, why?

*Chokes on spit* Wow...uhm no reason! N-next question! Do you have any mana?

Ivan: Yeah. A bit of nature weaving. Another upside of being half pixie.

I also hear that you are a legendary weaponsmith. Is that true?

Ivan: *Shrugs* I make swords...and maces, hammers, throwing stars, lances--,

You don't have to list off everything you know--,

Ivan: You told me to answer your questions, I'm answering the fucking questions.

Heh, Ivan, you run a shop in the village called...well 'Shop'. What do you sell?

Ivan: Food. Books. And all kinds of shit.

Could you please not curse--,

Ivan: *Deadpans* You need to get your ears checked lass because I've been swearin' since the beginning of this fucking thing.

...Nevermind then...grumpy old man...

Ivan: *Brow twitches* What'd you say?

Nothing! Nothing! Next question! Did you have any past jobs?

Ivan: ...pass.

WHAT?! You can't pass!

Ivan: Why not?

Be...because people want to know!

Ivan: ...100 more gold pieces then I'll think about it.

50 more gold pieces and I don't keep you chained up in here for the next two weeks.

Ivan: ...

Well~?

Ivan: A knight...I was a Royal Knight for the old King. I got out before the Celestial Rising.

What made you leave?

Ivan: If you were there and saw the things I saw, you would've left too.

Hmm. Do you have any partners? Romantic ones I mean.

Ivan: *Scrunches up his nose* No.

Heh, okay! Last Question!

Ivan: About fucking--,

Watch it.

Ivan: *Rolls eyes*

So! Last question is a simple one. What are your feelings regarding a certain Exiled/Runaway Princess?

Ivan: Chipmunk? Why would people want to know about that?

Uhm, curiosity?

Ivan: *Grumbles* Well there's nothing I feel towards her! She's a lousy rentee, annoying beyond all get out, constantly nags me about MY affairs. I hate the way she messes with my garden by planting all those blasted vegetables and strawberry bushes. Then she has the nerve to work late and keep me up. Only coming back inside at midnight and walking around like a brain-dead dwarf! I always have to carry her back to her room!

That sounds--,

Ivan: On top of all of that! I have to tend to all her cuts and scrapes. I can never understand why she won't just give it a rest and take care of herself! She may be an adult, but she's still acts like such a brat!

Ivan? You--,

Ivan: I may not be human with a fucking pitiful lifespan but that doesn't mean I'll be around forever!

Ivan...

Ivan: She's gotta learn self-preservation! Otherwise she won't last a day. I already taught her some survival skills but--,

IVAN!

Ivan: What?!

Do you care for her?

Ivan: *looks away and huffs, a light green dusting his cheeks* Oh please! She's nothing more than a punk!

Then...why do you call her Chipmunk? Kind of sounds like an affectionate nickname to me~.

Ivan: That's ridiculous! I call her that because she's a rodent! Yes! A damn rodent who is fucking eating me out of house and home! And her cheeks puff out all cute like when she stuffs her fucking face like an animal!

I don't know Ivan. It sounds like you care about her.

Ivan: HA!

You do realize that people call you 'Uncle' Ivan? Including your little 'Chipmunk'?

Ivan: *Blinks* W...What are you going on about?

Her Highness thinks of you as her uncle.

Ivan: ...

...uhm.

Ivan: ...

Ivan? You good there?

*Ivan exp. has stopped working*

Ooooookay...Guess that's it for today.

Thank you everybody for tunning in! This was all made possible by your votes! If you want me to talk to another character, please feel free to let me know!

And! Thank you Ivan for joining us today!

*Reloading Ivan exp: 10% completed*

Eeeehhhh, I'm sure he'll be FINE! I hope all of you have a wonderful rest of your timezone!

Signing off for now!

[your-mentally-ill-vampire]

First I was watching iwtv while relating to Lestat, Louis and Armand. Then my best friend told me that I might have bpd, which I denied. After I saw a post about all vampires in iwtv being bpd coded.

[verysadlesbian]

Btw I don't think it makes sense that Armand would just let Louis die. I guess that if we go with the yandere route for Armand, a kind of "if I can't have you, no one will" it could be an explanation. Like, he knew that Louis would never love him more than Lestat or he was hoping to get Lestat after killing Louis. Idk. Still, it's kinda weird. I don't think he would let Louis die, but I do think he would wait so as not to raise chaos in the coven. They didn't have to follow through with the banishment, after all, they could have just killed Louis off stage, so I guess that's where Armand's protection come into play. I don't know. Doesn't matter anyway. I cheered the whole time they were divorcing and that's what truly matters. Divorce wins again.

[ether-doll]

Sometimes you do a lil good fortune spell and you send it off with a lil red lipstick kiss mark bc you wanna show a lil love in the energy and hope he gets all the good he deserves 💗💖💝💘💖💞💞💕💓💗💖💖💓💓

(I wanna leave that lil mark on his cheek but alas much distance and also he doesn't know I wanna 😔 but that's okay I have his full name and expertise in witchcraft so I do what I can 💗)

[most-screwed-by-writers-tourney]

Propaganda:

Griffith: the series' primary antagonist, who is absolutely obsessed with the protagonist - uttering lines like "If I can't have him, he might as well die," committing magical suicide to get rid of his feelings for him, and raping the protagonist's LI in front of him while staring him dead in the eye

Lucille; I’m sorry, did you SEE her expression when her brother/lover appeared to stab a man to death in front of her because she told him to? That girl was fully ready to take him right there in the snow drifts on the front hall of their literally sinking ancestral manor

[incorrectyanderesimulatorquotes]

Genka:”What’s your greatest strength?”

Mida:”I’m a great flirt”

Genka:”What’s your greatest weakness?”

Mida:”Those beautiful eyes of yours”

[onlyblackorpheus]

𓁐𒌐𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖚 𝕷𝖆𝖈 𝖉𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𒌐𓁐

𓀞 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭

I ╋━ ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

II ╋━ 𝔗𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠/𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔞 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

III ╋━ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Black Fem Reader)

...

𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

𓁐 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓁐 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭

[gabbykszn]

[your-mentally-ill-vampire]

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling" - Oscar Wilde How I want to act around my favourite person.