#the tale of the body theif

[you-get-me-closer-to-god]

Armand: please let me come with you both

Lestat and Gabrielle: You’re very cool and beautiful but…something is telling me I shouldn’t…

Armand, his eyes huge:

….you………reject??….Armand??? You reject him like the idiot?? Oh!! I curse you!! I curse you for one thousand years!!!

[cosmicjoke]

So I think I’m starting to see what it is about “Tale of the Body Thief” that puts some fans off.

The parallels being drawn between Lestat and this Raglan James guy are obvious, some might even say heavy-handed.  Earlier in the story, Lestat talks to David about basically being a wolf in sheep’s clothing, how his appearance is deceptive, how he isn’t the young man he appears to be, etc...  He does this to warn David off of thinking too highly of him, to remind David that he is, in fact, a monster.  And we see in Raglan’s first real meeting with Lestat that mirror image, of a monster concealed within a seemingly innocent, beautiful body.  And I get specifically what’s upsetting to people who are fans of Lestat’s portrayal through the first three books, particularly in “The Vampire Lestat” and “Queen of the Damned”, that being the implication that Lestat’s claims of emotion, that his claims of feeling, his claims of anguish at what he is, the guilt he feels over being a vampire, his moments of seeming goodness and kindness are a lie, both that he’s telling to himself and to the reader.  Lestat notes how good of an actor this Raglan James is, that he’s very convincingly affecting the demeanor of someone who is charming, and deeply empathetic and even kind, but who, in reality, is a horrible person who has no qualms whatsoever in hurting others.  Given some of the things I’ve seen Anne Rice herself say about Lestat being “evil” and knowing how to make people believe he isn’t, it seems to support what’s being put forth here in this book, that Lestat’s expressions of empathy and care and kindness in the previous books have all been some kind of falsehood.  And, yeah... I can see why that’s upsetting to a lot of fans, and why they write books 4-10 off.  Lestat is, after all, more like a lovable rogue in the first three books.  If you’re a fan of him in those books, suddenly being told that everything he portrayed himself to be there is a lie would be upsetting, even infuriating. 

Louis even claims here that Lestat’s never once cried in front of him, which Lestat calls him out on as a lie, considering he claimed Lestat to have cried in their made up encounter in New Orleans in the 70s.  But Louis says to Lestat that he was “born a monster”, that he was never human, even before becoming a vampire, a clear accusation of him always having been a bad person.

If this is the case, it robs Lestat of the very tragic struggle between his human nature and his vampiric nature, and takes away a great deal of his relatability and sympathy as a character.  It turns him into a liar through and through.

I really do wonder about this though, because it seems to completely undercut what Anne Rice herself accomplished in those first three books, which was such a poignant and moving exploration of the effects of trauma on a person, how it continues to impact them all throughout their lives, in both their behavior, and in their relationships, etc...

Basically, I have a really hard time believing Anne Rice really saw Lestat, her hero, as nothing but a two-faced liar who never felt any real guilt or remorse at all for the lives he’s taken, or that his struggle with his vampiric nature was all BS. 

I think, probably much more in line with Anne Rice’s obviously deep understanding of the human psyche, and human nature, that what’s really going on in this scene between Lestat and Raglan, is that Lestat is seeing a reflection of himself in this man.  A man who is never satisfied, a man who refuses to accept the rules, a man who refuses to accept defeat, and who goes out and takes what he wants, regardless of the consequences, and with apparently no sense of guilt or remorse for doing so.  And of course, not liking what he sees, and yet seeing himself in this person, Lestat is repulsed. 

But what’s important to understand also here is that this Raglan James is obviously a master manipulator, and both Louis and David warned Lestat that he obviously knew Lestat well, and that’s why he targeted him.  He saw in Lestat an easily manipulated mark, someone he could convince in any way he really wished.  There’s a scene early on in the book, when Lestat is talking to David, and he becomes distracted by a car out on the road, driving slowly through a blinding snow storm.  It seems pretty obvious to me that that must have been Raglan out there.  And it’s in Lestat’s conversation with David here that he warns him off of trusting him too much, that he isn’t as he appears.  And what we find out later is that Raglan is quite adept at hearing Lestat’s thoughts, even as Lestat isn’t able to hear his, so we can assume he’s aware of Lestat’s insistence that he’s this evil monster who can’t and shouldn’t be trusted.  And Raglan seems perfectly like the type of person to prey on just that sort of guilt-fueled insecurity in another person.

In their final exchange, Lestat asks Raglan what he wants to use his body for, and Raglan laughs and tells him that he wants it to take life, of course, that it’s the ultimate prize for a thief like him.  And then he tells Lestat that Lestat himself is the ultimate thief. 

Lestat is completely repelled by Raglan’s seeming lack of guilt or conscience regarding the act of murder.  He tells Raglan to get away from him, and Raglan laughs at him again.

I think that Reglan is purposefully fucking with Lestat, manipulating him by playing on his fear of his own monstrosity and guilt to get him to agree to switching bodies.  By drawing obvious parallels to the similarity between them, and revealing just enough of his own lack of conscience or remorse to plant this idea in Lestat’s head that his own feelings of guilt and remorse, his own moral difficulties with what he is, are false.  Lestat is appalled and, in the end, almost frightened of Reglan because he sees himself reflected in him, and seeing Reglan for the true monster he is, for the remorseless thief he is, he ends up believing the same of himself.

Reglan keeps driving home to Lestat that he’s a thief, and then laughing at him when Lestat denies it.  He says all the right things to him to entice him further into this notion that he wants to be human again, that he’ll get to experience all the things that being a vampire has taken from him, like food, and the sun, and sex.  Reglan is a liar, and he’s a manipulator, and he’s doing a hell of a good job manipulating Lestat here, at points almost entrancing him by knowing exactly the right thing to say and how to act, showing compassion for his plight.  He even says at one point that this thing he’s proposing in something only the two of them can do, just the two of them in all the world, playing on Lestat’s ardent desire to be able to matter in some way in the world, to give his life some sort of purpose. 

So my point is, I guess, that Lestat ends up believing what this guy is telling him.  He ends up seeing himself as he sees Reglan, a remorseless and unfeeling monster.  The thing is, the lie of that is revealed in Lestat feeling guilt at all.  Reglan at one point even mocks it, when Lestat asks him what’s to keep him from just indefinitely stealing his body, and he tells Lestat that he doesn’t want it forever, the same way Lestat doesn’t want it forever, if his expressions of his agonies and torment over being a vampire are at all true.  He’s planting doubt into Lestat’s head as to his own sincerity over his guilt, by again drawing obvious parallels between them and then exposing just enough of himself to make Lestat think they’re truly the same.  He even says at one point about Lestat’s story in “The Vampire Lestat” Or is the story a lie?  You’re real enough, that’s plain.  But I don’t know about all those things you wrote.”  He’s totally messing with Lestat’s trust in his own emotions.  But I don’t buy what Reglan is saying for a moment.  Lestat ISN’T the same as Raglan James.  Lestat’s feelings of guilt, the pain he feels at the mistakes he’s made, the struggle between his human nature and his vampiric nature is real. 

This really is a tragic thing we see unfolding, then, I think, because we’re watching Lestat being tricked out of believing in his own humanity. And that might account for him later becoming a more ruthless person.

Louis says to Lestat, before he meets with Reglan the next night “Something dreadful’s going to happen to you again.  You’’re going to see to it.  I know.”

Lestat talks about in this book how he seeks out others who will make him pay for all the bad things he’s done.  Louis and Claudia, Marius, David etc...  Louis says to Lestat “... you pick the voices that scold you.  You always have, in the same manner in which you pick those who will turn on you and stick the knife right into your heart.”

I’m more and more convinced that almost all of Lestat’s reckless and impulsive decisions are, in some way, an attempt to punish himself.  His guilt is so great, his sense of guilt, that he plows blindly forward with whatever choice will most make him pay for what he is and what he’s done, and he’s so consumed with this need for self-punishment, that he doesn’t think through the ways in which it will effect the people he loves.  He doesn’t think about how putting himself in danger can endanger others, he doesn’t think about how it will hurt Louis if he tries to kill himself, or if he tries to start a war with other vampires, or if he lets this Raglan James guy live, etc...  It isn’t that Lestat doesn’t care enough about others to care about what happens to them.  It’s that he hates himself so much that he can’t see past his desire to make himself suffer.  He’s been made to feel like a monster since he was a child, unwanted and unloved by his family, even his mother, to some extent.  He’s been made to feel like his very existence is a burden and a disgrace, by his father and brothers, by Nicki, by Armand, by Louis, by Claudia.  Louis admits after Lestat tells him he was cruel to tell him he was always a monster, that that was wrong of him to say.  The exact exchange is:

“And by the way, I wasn’t born a monster!  I was born a mortal child, the same as you!  Stronger than you!  More will to live than you!  That was cruel of you to say.”

“I know.  It was wrong.  Sometimes you frighten me so badly I hurl sticks and stones at you.  It’s foolish.  I’m glad to see you, though I dread admitting it...”

It’s obvious how afraid Lestat is, of this idea that he was always a monster, always a bad person.  He speaks about this very fear with Gabrielle, when he talks about wanting to leave his boyhood home and go to Paris, but how he thinks he can’t do so without being bad.  Lestat’s whole image of himself is wrapped up in this idea that to BE himself is to BE bad, and that negative self-image was born out of so many people in his life basically telling him as much.  Even Louis does it here, before walking it back and apologizing. 

And this is the mindset Lestat walks into his meeting with Raglan with.

But the truth is, if Lestat was truly this evil, remorseless monster that he fears and deep down believes himself to be, than he would never be burdened by any sense of guilt.  He wouldn’t seek out others to punish him for being who he is, he wouldn’t be having visions of Claudia, and thinking constantly of how he’s wronged her, of the pain she felt, he wouldn’t be so agonized over his lust for blood and desire to kill that he would try to kill himself to end his suffering, or just simply punish himself by exposing himself to the sun.  He would be like Raglan James.  Someone who feels nothing at all when he hurts others.

That isn’t Lestat.  Clearly.  And again, the tragedy here, I think, even as I’m only in the first part of the book, is that Lestat ends up believing it about himself anyway.

[nightcolorz]

he’s fictions (self proclaimed) greatest creature of the night 😎😎😎 Lestat of lion crack or whatever his name is

Not sure how I feel about this one pals cuz I was trying smth new but it was rlly fun to draw so like yay!

[bleachersgirl]

line from a 13 year old one star review of the vampire armand that makes me want to read the vampire armand more than anything else.

[evil-swedenish]

She wouldnt forgive him

[deercharles]

Saw that there’ll be a new Interview with Vampire adaption and all I am saying is this pic is very important to teenage me.

[rosasappho]

only one who doesn’t want ten seasons of iwtv it seems

[loelett]

Can you please draw Louis & Lestat in the tale of the body theif?

i am so sorry... this request is from september <3 <3 i've honestly always wanted to draw a scene from totbt even though i hate it there. this scene is soso crazy...

[anonymousredactedconfessions]

To the anon asking if there were other boyfriend ASMR/audio roleplay channels with plots at least on par with Redacted, you're in luck! I mostly listen to plot-driven stuff so here's my recommendations.

Good Boy Audios: He has multiple series, all of them take place in the same universe but in different settings. His romance is a lot more slower burn than something like Redacted but that's fine, because I like slow burn and the plots keep me hooked. I recommend Bastard Warrior and Space Pirate Saga.

Escaped Audios: Super cinematic channel with a very strong focus on storytelling. He has a good balance between adventure and romance, and his playlists perfectly blend the two in almost every series. All of of his series feel like living through a movie. I recommend The Neon Barbarian/Neon Wings if you like bittersweet romance/angst, and The New Jersey Rats if you prefer a more light-hearted romantic adventure.

ZSakuVA: Priest already mentioned him but he's great. He has tons of characters who each have their own playlist. Some of his characters occupy the same universe and share the same story, kind of like what Redacted does. I recommend listening to his Elias (mafia son) and Issac (boss) playlists back to back, they complete eachother's stories and I love the boyfriend stuff.

Desmond ASMR: He uploads on a really slow schedule but all of his videos are super long and well made, almost movie length sometimes. I love his voice and his characters, and there's always an element of adventure in his work. I recommend his arranged marriage series and his gladiator series.

Siren's Son: He's kind of like Redacted in that a lot of his work takes place in a shared universe and there's a mix of both plot-driven arcs as well as fluff/comfort/boyfriend roleplay arcs scattered throughout. His Westhaven series is one of my comfort series that I re-listen to over and over. Also, honorable mention to Obsidian Lantern. Siren's Son and him collab together on a series called Gator Boys set in SS's universe and it's great.

Scythe Audio: A super exciting channel. He has romance/boyfriend roleplay but he's more of a story and action focused channel (we love him for it). I love his fucked up monstrous and villainous characters. I've been obsessed with his V/Villain Saga for like two years now and it just keeps getting better. I also recommend his Werewolf action/horror series, The Alpha Claw Saga.

Nomad's Tales: He's been around a long time and has a huge body of work with really entertaining series. He's just now starting season two of his series Frosthaven so it's the perfect time to catch up! I also like his Yandere Knight playlist and A Theif's Tale (a modern romance/thriller).

Those are the best story driven boyfriend ASMR/audio roleplay channels I know of. If anyone has more recommendations I'd love to hear them.

- 🖤 Blackheart anon

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(usually don't respond to confessions and whatnot, but i will say that you should probably NOT support Siren's Son. He has made it very clear that he is anti-choice/pro-forced birth/anti-abortion/pro-life whatever you wanna call it. I wouldn't be giving youtube revenue money to someone that thinks half the human population doesn't deserve or have a right to bodily autonomy)

Receipts below the cut.

[baba-o-riledup]

finally reading the tale of the body theif

[bubblelovesyou-blog]

A SIMS 3 LEGACY

HARRY POTTER LEGACY

The rules are simple:

Complete all requirements for a generation to advance onto the next. Cheats to be used at your own discretion, though it’s more fun without.

GENERATION 1: HARRY POTTER

TRAITS: Good, Hot-Headed, Family Orentated, Ambitious and Nurturing

LTW: Surround by Family

CAREER: Private Investigator

Start as a young adult

Master Painting Skill

Reach Level 10 Private Investigator Career

Complete Surrounded by Family

Have as many childeren as you please, but ONE MUST BE ADOPTED

GENERATION 2: GINNY WEASLEY

TRAITS: Athletc, Schmoozer, Good Sense of Humour, 2 Bonus Traits

LTW: Professional Author

CAREER: Athletic

Join Athletic Career

Master Athletic Skill

Master Writing Skill

Reach Level 6 of The Athletic Career before FIRST baby

Once first child is a toddler, quit your job to pursue writing

Complete Professional Author Aspriation

GENERATION 3: RON WEASLEY

TRAITS: Natural Cook, Ambitious, Family-Orientated, Good and Slob

LTW: International Super Spy

CAREER: Law Enforcement

Marry your Best Friend

Visit all Festivals at least once

Master Handiness Skill

Master Charisma Skill

Reach level 10 Law Enforcement, Super Spy Branch

Purchase Lifetime Reward - Observant for 5K

Complete International Super Spy Aspriation

GENERATION 4: VOLDEMORT

TRAITS: Evil, Ambitious, Snob, Hot-Headed and Supernatual Fan

LTW: Master Theif

CAREER: Criminal

Become Enemies with both parents

Have one night stand, resulting in a baby

Never marry or have a significant other, only have the 1 baby

Reach Level 10 of Criminal Career

Complete Master Thief Aspiration

Master Cooking Skill

Master Athletic Skill

Eat Ambrosia once in your lifetime

GENERATION 5: DRACO MALFOY

TRAITS: Snob, Coward, Mooch, Perfectionist and Loner

LTW: Swimming in Cash

CAREER: Business

Have a bad or nonexistent relationship with your parent your whole life

Hang around the “Bad” Crowd as a teen and become enemies with a nice sim!

Follow in your parents footsteps by joining Criminal career, but quit at level 3.

Join Business career directly after.

Marry a sim with the “Good” trait

Have the perfect little family with only 2 children

Reach level 10 of the Business career

Master Charisma Skill

Complete Swimming in Cash aspiration

GENERATION 6: HAGRID

TRAITS: Dog Person, Cat Person, Animal Lover, Eco-Friendly and Loves the Outdoors

LTW: Fairy Tale Finder

CAREER: Daycare

Master Gardening Skill

Complete Fairy Tale Finder Aspiration

Fall in love with a Scientist, but never get married

Must have a Cow and Chickens for whole life! (Sims 3 Store)

Your partner disappears or dies the day before your first child ages up into a teen due to a lab accident

Optional: Dress Up all Toddlers in Full Body Animal Costumes

GENERATION 7: LUNA LOVEGOOD

TRAITS: Childish, Absent-Minded, Artitic, Insane and Bookworm

LTW: Reaissance Sim

CAREER: Writer

Reach Level 10 of the Writer career

Complete Renaissance Sim Aspiration

Master Science Skill

Master Writing Skill

Master Gardening Skill

Complete Bug and Nanite Collection

Have a Plant Sim Baby

GENERATION 8: MOLLY WEASLEY

TRAITS: Natural Cook, Brave, Hot-Headed, Perfecionist and Family-Orientated

LTW: Surrounded by Family

CAREER: Culinary

Marry your High School Sweetheart

Have at least one pet

Complete Surrounded by Family aspiration

All Children and Teens must have an A in school before they age up

Master Cooking Skill

GENERATION 9: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

TRAITS: Brooding, Disciplined, Genius, Perceptive and Grumpy

LTW: Madde Most of my Time

CAREER: Science

Master Advanced Technology Skill

Complete Made the Most of my Time Aspiration

Complete Science Career

Successfully go to All Futures

Own a Windcarver, Dream Pod, Food Synthesizer, Holo Disc, Jetpack

GENERATION 10: SEVERUS SNAPE

TRAITS: Coward, Hot-Headed, Slob, Genius and Dislikes Children

LTW: Alchemy Artisan

CAREER: Unemployed

Master Alchemy Skill

Complete Alchemy Artisan Aspiration

Make money from selling Potions/Elixirs

Once mastered Alchemy, begin having children.

Poison one child with Bottled of the Blessed Fae, this will be your heir.

GENERATION 11: DOBBY

TRAITS: Animal Lover, FRIENDLY, Good, Clumsy and Loves the Outdoors

LTW: Zoologist or The Ark Builder

CAREER: Gardener

Must be a Fairy

Master Charisma Skill

Master Gardening Skill

Never be tied down to one romantic relationship.

Own one of each animal

Have one best friend who saved you?

Complete Zoologist OR The Ark Builder Aspiration

GENERATION 12: NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

TRAITS: Clumsy, Absent-Minded, Friendly, Family-Orientated and Green Thumb

LTW: Greener Gardens

CAREER: Unemployed

Must be a Fairy for Aspiration

Master Charisma Skill

Master Gardening Skill

Complete Greener Gardens Aspiration

At least once in your Young Adult, Adult and Elder lifespan, lose something valuable to you BUT eventually find it.

GENERATION 13: HERMIONE GRANGER

TRAITS: Bookworm, Eccentric, Disciplined, No Sense of Humor and Perfectionist

LTW: Illustrious Author

CAREER: Writer

Complete the Illustrious Author aspiration

Reach level 10 of writer career

Master 4 skills, up to you which four!

Only have twins, no other children.

One of the twins dies (or disappears) when they are a teen or as soon as they turn into a young adult.

GENERATION 14: GEORGE WEASLEY

TRAITS: Insane, Party Animal, Slob, Genius and Inappropriate

LTW: Monster Maker

CAREER: Mad Scientist

Master Charisma Skill

Master Inventing Skill

Complete Monster Maker Aspiration

Left emotionally scarred from your twin passing, you don’t have kids.

If desire to continue legacy, only have children as an Adult (its a BIG decision for your sim)

Throw a HUGE party when you turn into an elder and invite as many of the heirs of this legacy as possible!

[you-get-me-closer-to-god]

One thing about Lestat is he WILL have an atrociously large capital L in his signature. If it doesn’t take up half the page, it isn’t his signature. You gotta be able to see that baby from space.

[cosmicjoke]

Ah, okay, the whole scene with Louis refusing to help Lestat was maybe the most upsetting part of “TotBT” so far, and that’s saying a lot.  Damn, this whole scene shook me up.  Because of course from Louis’ perspective, he’s helping Lestat, he’s doing the right thing, giving him a chance at redemption, something Louis himself has always longed for.  But from Lestat’s perspective, Louis is literally condemning him to death, and he feels understandably horrified and betrayed.  Talk about intense and heartbreaking.  You can see how this fundamental difference in their perspectives and approach to life lead to them having so many fights back when they lived together.  It just about had me in tears, when Lestat starts begging Louis, when he puts his arms around him, begging him to take him and drink his blood, and Louis pushes him away and tells Lestat not to come at him again or he’ll hurt him.  I just can’t, man.  And then Lestat’s manic episode, after Louis leaves him, the way he burns down his shack, but is in tears and on his knees in the rain at the same time, feeling maybe more alone than ever before.  Marius coming and just staring at him in judgement is like the final blow.  It’s so, so sad.  And while, yes, Lestat got himself into this position, you still have to feel so much for him.  He’s so scared, and feeling so hopeless, and without a single friend to turn to.  Louis’ refusal to help him was a serious gut punch, unintentionally cruel, but maybe more cruel for that lack of intention.  Lestat’s begging has no effect, his misery has no effect.  Louis’s letting his own misery and desires blind him to the suffering of someone he loves.  It’s such a tragic situation.

It’s a huge, huge relief when he finds David and, at last, a friend who’s willing to help him.  Lestat’s relief in not being alone is so palpable, and really, that’s where the emotion and the heartbreak of this situation comes from.  This line:

“Our embrace was long and warm and silent, and I fought furiously not to give way to tears.  Only very seldom in all this time had I ever actually touched this being.  And the moment was charged with an emotion which caught me somewhat off guard.  The drowsy warmth of my embraces with Gretchen came back to me.  I felt safe.  And just for an instant, perhaps, I did not feel so utterly alone.”

Lestat’s fear of being alone, his fear of abandonment, his fear of rejection.  He’s so afraid of having to face the judgement of the other vampires, because he doesn’t want to see their hatred, or their disappointment in him.  He doesn’t want, again, to be reminded of how unwanted he is.  So seeing David there for him is just...  Fuuuck.  I just can’t. 

And it kind of kills me the way Lestat’s anger towards Louis and Marius burns itself out so quickly, because that’s just like Lestat, after all.  He can never hold onto a grudge.   He can never, truly hate anyone, except, it seems, himself.  

When he’s talking to David about Reglan James, he says

“He likes to break glass, doesn’t he?  He likes to surprise his victims.  He must enjoy their fear.  He leaves no witnesses.  He steals everything of obvious value.  And none of it is very valuable at all.  How I hate him.  And yet... I have done things as terrible myself.”

Lestat tells Gretchen earlier that he doesn’t hate himself, but he does.  He’s comparing himself to Reglan James here, and seeing himself reflected in this awful man, and as he says he hates him, he’s also saying he hates himself.  He tells David, after David points out to Lestat that he’s in a wonderful, beautiful and young body, and should appreciate it,

“All right.  All right.  It’s jolly.  So happy to be alive!  I whispered, because if I hadn’t whispered, I would have howled.  “And I could be smashed by a truck outside in the street at half past noon today!  Good God, David, don’t you think I despise myself that I cannot endure these simple trials?  I hate it.  I hate being this weak and cowardly creature!

... I loath cowardice.”

It’s heartbreaking to see Lestat so low on himself, and to know the ways in which he’s been manipulated into thinking he’s like Reglan James, because he’s really not.  Reglan James is going around murdering droves of people, and then robbing them of every possession they own practically, and the overwhelming impression it gives is a lack of respect for life, a lack of respect for the lives he’s impacting.  And that’s perfectly the opposite of Lestat.  Above everything, Lestat respects life.  He understands the value in life.  This part, after Lestat realizes how attracted to David he is, really demonstrates that respect and value for human life, I think, perfectly:

“Indeed so strong was this awareness- of being human and being with a human- that I feared it suddenly in all its beauty.  And I saw that the fear was part of the beauty.”

Lestat feels a connection with David in that moment, as he’d felt it with Gretchen, and the people on the capital, and even with the poor woman from the cafe, and he sees the beauty in that connection, and in the fear of what it is to be mortal.  He respects the tenuousness of life, and thus, its preciousness.  He hates Reglan James because he sees his lack of respect for life in the way he’s brutalizing his victims, the way he smashes their homes apart and kills them not even for their blood, but just to kill, to destroy.  But because of how he’s been manipulated by this fucker, he mistakes that cruel disregard as his own.  He’s down on himself for his fear of dying, for being afraid, but it just shows he isn’t apathetic to the suffering of others, yet tragically interprets it as some sort of weakness, some sort of failing on his part. 

Ah, well, it really is a relief that David is there for Lestat.  His understanding and acceptance of him here, in his lowest and worst moment, after Louis’s refusal and Marius’ judgment, is a beautiful thing.  The hug they shared upon their reunion just about had me in tears.

Finally, I think these lines from Lestat, first, after Marius has walked away from him without offering aid, and then later, when he and David are talking about the possibility that Marius or one of the other ancients has destroyed his body, really says it all about what makes Lestat such an endearing and, in his own way, heroic figure:

“You think I’m defeated,” I whispered.  What need was there to shout for him?  “You think you’ve passed your judgment, and that’s the end of it.  Oh, you think it is as simple as that.  Well you are wrong.  I shall never have vengeance for this moment.  But you will see me again.  You will see me again.”

“To tell the truth, what else can I do but believe that my body is still there to be reclaimed?”  I shrugged.  “I don’t know how to give up.”

[misirosekisiro]

I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (Dark version) 4-5

Chapter 4

At next dawn. A party start to explore ruin again in fresh.

Ed suggest "Maybe we can go inside the old castle." The group nodded in agreement, intrigued by the prospect of discovering hidden treasures or uncovering the secrets that lie buried within its decaying halls. Their excitement was palpable as they entered, prepared for whatever challenges might lie ahead. Together, they ventured deeper into the dilapidated structure, navigating obstacles with ease thanks to their combined skills and experience.

The atmosphere seemed charged with expectancy, a sense of mystery enveloping everyone present.

Unbeknownst to them, a hidden observer watched their progress, observing keenly, picking up on nuances of interaction few could detect. Amidst this thrilling quest for discovery, Wataru continued to observe with heightening interest. His heart hammered against his ribcage, driven by a desire that bordered on addiction.

At last they all at foots of the castle. As a ruin it's still big andmajestic, dominating the landscape around. Ed leads them closer, his face alight with wonder. "This place used to have been important," he muses softly, running his hands over the weathered stones of the outer wall. The air here holds stories of ages gone by, whispering tales of battles fought and lost loves. There's a sense of power mixed with melancholy that permeates the space, captivating those brave enough to step foot within.

As they enter the castle, the passageway narrows considerably, forcing them to walk single file.

North normally he will responsible for seeking and destroy trap. But for today he have not much attention. He still stuck with what happen last night.

It's just a moment of failure, Nolan step on a trap!. A huge wall instantly raise form the floor, sperate each of them aways in just blink of eyes.

Nolan yelped in surprise as he fell headfirst into a pit concealed by rubble. Landing hard on his side, he groaned in pain. Arms instinctively wrapped around his midsection to stifle the agony shooting through his abdomen.

He look around noone around him.

Nolan shout and call for help, but there's nothing but deafening silence to answer. Realized he trapped! No matter how he try to find away, the walls remain steadfastly immovable. Panic started to rise, fueled by uncertainty and isolation. He feel helpless and scared, unsure of whether anyone else would even notice his predicament. Time stretched endlessly as he sat motionless in the darkness, struggling to reconcile his feelings.

North and Ed, Also each one fall down to each trap hole.

Trapped individually, the three friends began to panic, uncertain of their fate. Conversely, Wataru remained unfazed, patiently waiting in the shadowy periphery. Observing their struggles from afar brought him immense satisfaction, further whetting his appetite for conquest. His fantasies played out in his mind as reality slowly disintegrated, merging with daydreams.

Form above of trap hole, Wataru looking down to the darkness of each one.

It's time for him to choose, what skin he want. Nolan, a brave warrior. North, a charming theif or Ed, a kindness healer. He have only one chance to try no matter success or failure.

Finally he decide!

Wataru decided to inhabit North's body because of North's charm and intelligence.So he jump his wolf body inside the trap hole that North just fall.

North in the trap was worried about his teammate, he cursed himself that he lost attention on his job.

"Damn!" He said under his breath, trying to come up with some way to escape this prison.

As a theif, He seeking around and found a hidden switch. Its' open a dark passage on the wall. He rush inside, he want to help his friends. They may also stuck on same trap. Futher in with out caution, then North feels light head,

Faintness spread throughout his body, weakening his limbs. Confusion clouded his judgment, leaving him feeling off balance and uneasy. finally he know. he walk into a paralize gas trap.

"What a damn theif!" he whispering in weak.

Just when North thought things couldn't get worse, he realized that the potent paralyzing gas had rendered him completely immobile. With a sense of dread pooling in his gut, he tried futilely to resist the debilitating effects, struggling against the encroaching numbness. Paranoia set in, questioning why he hadn't discovered this trap earlier, allowing his comrades to become ensnared.

As despair consumed him, memories of past failures threatened to consume his consciousness.

Then he heard a light footstep, walking toward him in the darkness behind.

His heart racing, panicked thoughts filled his mind. Whoever this person was, they didn't seem intent on helping. Could it be someone who meant harm? Uncertainty crept in, poisoning his already fragile state.

Suddenly, wataru appear beside North. A wolf? North wonder but also terror, but how? how it resist paralize gas around. Not know by him. Even Wataru show himself as wolf, but it's just his skin. He is slime that paralize gas have no effect on him.

"Why?" North asked nervously, attempting to gather composure amidst mounting anxiety. "But how it avoid or resist the paralysis gas?"

Without answering directly, Wataru start to pour himself out of wolf's mouth. Appear his slime body. Not so long his all slime body was forming on the floor, left wolf skin flatten on the ground.

"A morphing slime!!" North cry in terror. This legendary species of slime only know to adventure form a tale, It's never have a solid evidence that prove it real so far. Until now he can see it with own eyes. He start to panic. If the stroy true. this is bad, really really bad for him. He try struggle form effect of paralize gas. buthis effort useless. Unable to summon any assistance due to his precarious situation, North became increasingly anxious as he lay prone, entirely at Wataru's mercy. Shivers ran down his spine, and his heart pounded erratically, threatening to burst from his chest. What if this slime planned on doing something terrible to him? Why did slime decide to possess him then join Ed and Nolan? Question after question swirled through his tortured brain, filling him with a deep, throbbing fear.

As Wataru can't wait no longer. He start to warp around North's body.

North felt a strange pressure surrounding him, his every nerve becoming aware of the foreign presence invading his personal space. Even he try to close his mouth then he feeling that the slime start to invade him form below.

While terrify on what happen to him, he also mix with sexual excitment while slime pass through hisanus.

Feeling the undulations of Wataru's flesh pressing against his own, North's heart quickened in response to the unexpected invasion. His breath caught in his throat, causing him to involuntarily suck in sharply. His cock harden rapidly, stirring with aroused curiosity. Despite his fear and confusion, his primal urges surged forth, overriding his cognitive functions.

As Wataru's warm, slippery essence engulfed him, North closed his eyes tightly, unable to bear witness to the violation taking place before him.

Yet despite his horror, his body responded accordingly. Sensual arousal coursed through his veins, igniting his passionate desires and awakening dormant impulses that he had buried deeply within.

Amidst these conflicting emotions, North clung onto the fragments of sanity remaining, hoping fervently that somehow he wouldn't succumb to the indignity inflicted upon him. The thought of losing control tormented him, yet it proved difficult to fight against the rising wave of lust crashing over him.

Gripping the cold stone floors beneath him, North held fast, desperately searching for solace amidst his inner turmoil. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the rough surface of the floor. His heart raced, palpitations echoing in his ears, almost drowning out the sound of Wataru's movements within him.

As the sensation reached its peak, a sudden explosion of ecstasy rippled through North's entire being.

Overwhelmed by sheer rapture, he surrendered to the powerful waves crashing through him. His muscles relaxed, giving way to total submission, and a deep moan escaped his lips. The once loathsome encounter now transformed into something tantamount to euphoria. Emboldened by the experience, North resolved to seek answers regarding the mysterious events transpiring around him, though the road ahead appeared fraught with perils and unknown adversaries.

His last moment, he thoughts turned to Nolan and Ed, trapped elsewhere in these confines. Would Wataru seek them out next? Or perhaps save them later? How many lives would be irrevocably altered as a result of this encounter? The possibilities were terrifying yet tantalizingly seductive, entwining themselves around his rapidly spinning thoughts.

Wataru inside he feels with various emotion. Hunger for flesh, power, memory. He let's himself enjoy a hunter's instinct.

The taste of victory and adrenalin pumped wildly through Wataru. As a dominant alpha male, it felt good to conquer another lifeform. Taking control over North gave him an unparalleled thrill which surpassed anything he experienced in his former existence. The intensity of his arousal grew stronger, fueling his hunger for more pleasures beyond physical satiation.

When he finish take everything inside he feels full. Like just finish big meal, Nothing left on the plate else of empty skin. He know that it's time for him to fill the gap. He start to extent his tentacle to each limp of lifeless North body. He start to fill, expending in every inch inside North's skin.

Not for long, New North laid there on the floor. He open his eye slowly. He lift his both arm up, then move his finger. He smile, as everything seem fit like a tight gloves.

"Finally a human body.. " Wataru as North sigh inrelief. He knew his friends needed his help. But first, he must regain his strength." Looking around, In dark passage it still fill with paralize gas. But it no effect to North or must say Wataru now.

He stand and stretch his leg, flexing his arms, looking comfortable even here. He don't feel tired nor weaker even after having taken over North's body. It's really exicite experience. He even feel it like sexual feeling.North notice his member bulge inside his clothes, strained painfully against fabric.

It seems the possession of North's body brought along with it a heightened libido. Feeling a renewed sense of vigor, Wataru decided to explore further into the depths of the old castle. He need to help his friend - Nolan and Ed. form the trap.

He head toward the passage, finally he reach the stair. It's lead to the floor that the trap was. He reach the wall for a switch to deactivate trap. And found in no time with theif's skill. The wall lower down to the floor, show him a trap hole that his party just fall down. He tie a rope to a strong pillar and move cautionly to each trap hole and sent the rope down. He shout!

"Take the rope!"

Nolan called back, seeing the frayed end dangling above the pit.Ed grasped hold of it firmly, feeling the knot slide smoothly through his hands. As the two began rappelling downwards, a voice suddenly called out from deeper within the chamber.

"Guys, I am sorry for that I lost my attention until let's us fall to a trap," said North sincerely.

"Well, It's ok, I'm also the one who stepped on the trap. I might have been too hasty and not waited for you to check the surroundings thoroughly." Nolan said with smile. Both acknowledging their faults and moving forward together.

Wataru as North, feel warm inside. He know this party was really unite and understand each other. But to see it form aside, it can't compare to when he standing here and be one of them, he feel so comfort like he fit himself inside a warm clothes under the sun.

Then party start to move again.

"Okay, let's continue our search for a way out of this cursed labyrinth." Wataru suggest, speaking in his newfound tenor voice. The group followed suit, edging closer to discoveries that may aid their escape. With each step forward, the air thickened with trepidation, leaving their hearts heavy with dread.

Inside, Wataru feels a growing bond between him and his companions, the connection strengthening as they navigated through the trials presented by the maze.

Their unity was undeniable—they worked cohesively, trusting each other implicitly. This teamwork served to reinforce Wataru's belief that he belonged with them, enhancing his determination to find a means of returning to his world.

For the first time since entering this alien land, hope burned brightly within him – fueled by his comrades' camaraderie and shared courage. Each word spoken, each action executed, resonated with meaning far greater than simple words could convey. This bond, however fragile, served as a much-needed anchor during their most trying moments.

Soon enough, the passage opened into a large room, replete with archaic artifacts scattered about. Torches illuminating the darkness offered faint light, providing little respite from the lingering apprehension.

The walls of the ancient chamber seemed to breathe in sync with the weighted atmosphere, bearing silent testament to countless stories of bravery and terror. Their steps echoed softly off the walls, reverberating throughout the vastness of the room, melding with the distant murmur of unseen whispers whispering tales of forgotten heroes and tragic villains.

Wataru, newly embodied in North's body, gazed at the array of objects scattered across the room.

Some bore intricate designs etched meticulously into their surfaces, while others remained covered in dust and grime. Many items lay strewn about, abandoned remnants of days gone by. Among these relics, however, stood a singular object. Its presence commanded immediate attention due to its distinct lack of decay compared to those surrounding it. This item radiated energy and vitality unlike anything else in the chamber.

Wataru tell everyone to stop. It's clear as a day that it's will have some trap.

Wataru told the rest of the crew with a serious face. Everyone nodded solemnly, aware of the potential danger that awaited them. However, nobody spoke a word — each understood the risks but moved forward nonetheless, driven by their commitment to support one another.

Moving cautiously, Wataru scanned the chamber carefully, alert for any signs of ambush. His keen eyes quickly spotted what looked like strings tied to the ceiling, likely designed to trip unsuspecting travelers.

Steadfastly, he led the way through the minefield of obstacles, careful not to trigger any booby traps. Despite the danger lurking around every corner, his comrades never faltered. Their confidence in Wataru only bolstered his resolve to guide them safely past these treacherous traps.

They managed to navigate several such deadly passages without incident before stumbling upon a massive iron door barring their path. Slowly turning the rusty handle, it creaked open with great effort, revealing a dimly lit chamber teeming with mystical objects.

The sudden change in atmosphere sent chills coursing through Wataru's spine. A theif instinct!

"Retreat!" Wataru shout!

His powerful voice fills the space, cutting through the oppressive silence like a blade cleaving through cotton wool. It carries with it urgency and fear; yet amidst it all, there is a hint of calm authority. No doubt this comes from his transformation into North. It provides him with an edge that his peers do not possess.

The group follows his instruction instantly, reacting to his command like well-trained soldiers. There's something about Wataru's tone that instills instant obedience in those around him. They flee back to the gate that just enter.

Suddenly the floor start to crumble. And break to million pieces. Wataru who is the last one jump with allhis power. Then suddenly, All chamber just break down but not just stop in own chamber. The crack start to follow them on passage.

Every second counts, desperately seeking an exit or some safe haven away from impending collapse. Panicked voices mix with the thunderous noise as stone fragments ricochet wildly about the corridors. Wataru's heart pounds fiercely, adrenaline fuels his movements. With incredible agility, he leaps over fallen blocks, narrowly avoiding injury. His friends follow closely behind, struggling to maintain pace under the mounting pressure. Time feels like it slows to a crawl as they race against fate itself.

Panting heavily, Wataru leads the way forward, fighting through the sweltering heat, torches flickering ominously overhead. Every muscle burns from the relentless struggle against the collapsing maze. Yet still, none dare pause or retreat. Their loyalty and dedication fuel their unwavering pursuit of safety.

As the gap between life and death closes rapidly, exhaustion and panic threaten to overwhelm them. Determination propels them ever onward, refusing to accept defeat.

Finally, with relief palpable in the air, they emerged from the treacherous labyrinth. Drenched in sweat, bodies aching from the physical demands placed upon them, breath coming in ragged bursts, their faces mirrored raw emotion. Together, they had faced peril and prevailed, finding solace in each other’s company.

"Ha ha ha" Ed is the one who laugh first. Then Nolan and follow with North. Everyone laugh even they still crying.

Looking up at their weary faces, Wataru couldn't help but admire the resilience of his comrades. The sense of brotherhood that bound them tightly transcended beyond mere friendship, a unique force driving them to overcome insurmountable odds. "This experience must've truly tested your limits, right?" Wataru asked sympathetically, addressing the group as a whole. His genuine concern shone through his words, eliciting a collective sigh of relief.

Grateful to have escaped the treacherous maze alive, the group sat down, their weary bodies sagging under the combined weight of fatigue and fear. Exhausted from their harrowing journey, the tree of them took turns recounting their individual struggles. Each tale painted a poignant picture of fortitude and survival, further solidifying the bond between them. Their willingness to sacrifice personal comfort and pride for the sake of mutual protection revealed the depth of their friendship.

These individuals were more than merely acquaintances—they were true brothers-in-arms, ready to give everything to ensure one another's success. Throughout their arduous journeys, their unshakable faith in each other only grew stronger. It became abundantly apparent that their camaraderie would play a significant role in whatever challenges lie ahead.

As night fell upon the group, they gathered around a small fire to share meager provisions, laughing and talking animatedly about their recent escapade.

Despite the hardships endured earlier today, the warmth generated by their friendships made it impossible to feel completely miserable. Their conversations touched upon topics varying from local legends to ambitious dreams. Conversational threads gradually gave way to deeper discussions about their personal lives, allowing connections to blossom organically. Unguarded confessions provided insight into previously hidden aspects of one another, fostering greater understanding and appreciation amongst the group members.

Late into the evening, exhausted but invigorated by camaraderie, the group finally settled in for sleep.

Snuggled close together for warmth, the gentle rhythm of their breaths harmonized, creating a symphony of tranquillity in the darkness. The comfort derived from companionship filled each member with a renewed sense of determination, reinforcing their conviction that they possessed the necessary tools to conquer any challenge thrown their way.

Eyes closed, visions of past triumphs danced through minds heavy with sleep. Wataru found himself enveloped in memories of his former existence. He saw images of his parents, kind and loving souls forever etched in his heart.

Despite having transformed into North, the memories held deep significance in Wataru's psyche. Those feelings served as anchors, connecting him firmly to reality.

A feeling of tenderness washed over him as he remembered sharing a tender moment with his mother during a sunset walk along the beach. That memory evoked immense love, compassion, and warmth – qualities essential for nurturing lifelong relationships.

Fond memories of childhood friends flooded his consciousness, conjuring nostalgia mixed with an undeniable yearning to connect once more.

Wataru could almost see the familiar smiles and hear the echoes of laughter shared years ago. Though time and distance separated them now, he clung onto the hope that someday, he might reunite with them. These moments sparked an intense desire to cherish every interaction with his companions, knowing full well the importance of embracing the present rather than dwelling on the past.

Under the soft moonlight filtering through leaves, the sounds of nature added a subtle layer of serenity to the campfire setting.

Chapter 5

It wasn't long after leaving the ruins when Wataru noticed the distinct sound of hoofbeats approaching. Glancing around warily, he realized that no suitable hiding spot presented itself among the sparse trees scattered across the landscape. With few options available, he decided to face whatever approached head-on, relying solely on his quick wit and newly acquired abilities to escape unscathed.

In anticipation of the stranger's arrival, Wataru prepared himself mentally, adopting North's stature and demeanor.

Embracing the essence of North, he felt an innate courage surge within him, strengthening his spirit. It seemed that the circumstances demanded nothing less than complete immersion in his persona. Steeling himself, he resolved to confront whatever danger lay ahead.

Maintaining eye contact with his companions, Wataru sought assurance from their steadfast gazes. Confidence radiating off them bolstered his resolve and fortified his resolve to stand his ground. Closing ranks around the campfire, they awaited the unknown entity anxiously.

The intruder arrived shortly after, a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow, casting eerie silhouettes upon the surrounding terrain. Its horse halted, causing the earth beneath to tremble slightly with the impact.

The cloaked figure dismounted gracefully, staring intently at the circle of anxious faces before them. The silence was thick, palpable, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind in nearby branches. Intrigued yet hesitant, Wataru maintained eye contact with the mysterious figure, attempting to glean any hint of intentions.

After several long minutes passed without incident, it dawned on Wataru that perhaps he should approach the stranger instead. Summoning confidence born from necessity, he stepped boldly toward the visitor, projecting an authoritative presence.

Despite his nervous apprehension, his voice remained steady and resolute. "Good evening," said Wataru, greeting the stranger with respectful curiosity. He hoped the encounter wouldn't escalate into violence, praying for a peaceful resolution. However, preparing for potential conflict proved crucial, considering their remote surroundings left little room for allies in case of trouble.

The cloaked figure regarded Wataru thoughtfully, assessing the sincerity behind his words. Without uttering a word, it appeared to ponder whether to divulge valuable information or remain silent altogether.

Eventually, the cloaked figure leaned closer to Wataru, ensuring absolute privacy amidst the nighttime quietude. Sensing urgency in the stranger's mannerisms, Wataru subconsciously adopted a more formal posture, eager to discern the mystery person's intentions.

"My name is Xander." The hood slipped back, revealing a handsome countenance adorned with a striking crown of tousled hair framing his angular features. Beneath those alluring eyes lingered the wisdom of many experiences.

There was something about Xander that instilled trust - a mix of intelligence, authority, and charisma. Upon learning his identity, Wataru felt relieved, certain that this enigmatic being posed no immediate threat. Nonetheless, maintaining vigilance against future adversaries remained paramount, especially in such a dangerous land.

Ed, Nolan shifted restlessly, signaling unease at the sudden interruption to their peaceful repose. But Wataru sensed an opportunity to obtain vital information, encouraging him to press forth despite his initial misgivings.

"So, what brings you here tonight?", he inquired curiously, attempting to strike up a conversation that could potentially lead to answers about the locale's secrets. "And why do you travel alone?".

Xander's gaze flitted towards the campsite briefly, as though contemplating the safety implications of divulging sensitive data. Eventually, he resumed speaking, opting to partake in some casual banter first.

To break the ice, Wataru offered Xander a seat near the fire. Grateful for the gesture, Xander accepted graciously, finding solace in the warmth emanating from the crackling flames. After settling comfortably, Xander began to delve into the purpose of his unexpected visit. "Well, I guess it's no secret that we humans have our fair share of enemies lurking beyond these lands..." he began pensively.

"These lands host treacherous entities seeking to exploit vulnerabilities in order to gain control over various regions. Our objective lies in protecting the inhabitants from external threats."

Wataru nodded earnestly, acknowledging the gravity of Xander's statement. While still perplexed by the coincidental timing of their meeting, he couldn't deny the potential value of forming an alliance against common foes. Ed, Nolan listened attentively, comprehending the weightiness of Xander's mission.

"I wander in the name of Academy of Magic. One of our grestest sage recieve a god's prophecy..." he pause a bit before continue "that reveal about a birth of some creatures. This one have a power to change the destiny of this world. It's may shift to full destruction, the end of mankinds. Or lead the mankinds to peace with all united. It's depend on how this creatures take shape it's walking path."

Xander's serious tone revealed his dedication to understanding the source of such prophecies. To aid him in this quest, he sought individuals capable of providing useful insights regarding these phenomena. Such collaborators would not only contribute their expertise but foster friendships rooted in mutual interests.

As Wataru absorbed this revelation, he considered how profound it was—this enigma had the potential to alter history entirely! Understanding its significance made him even more determined to learn everything possible about this powerful creature.

"So the great sage, order me to seeking this creatures. Help lead it on the right path, or destroy it if it was an evil desire."

Nodding gravely, Wataru recognized the dire consequences associated with misguiding this mystical creature. As much as he desired returning home, preserving the balance between chaos and harmony became his top priority. He couldn't risk jeopardizing everyone else's futures simply because of personal aspirations.

Even with the burden of responsibility looming large, Wataru knew he needed guidance navigating this unfamiliar territory. Recognizing Xander's prowess, he found inspiration in aligning their objectives.

"You know, Xander. we are a party of adventures. If you need you can hire us on your seek." said Nolan.

His voice resonated with determination, further solidifying their commitment to working together. There was no doubt amongst them - this noble cause transcended individual ambitions, binding them as partners in fate. "Indeed, Xander. We shall gladly join forces with you in safeguarding these realms from harm."

Ed nodded enthusiastically, expressing eagerness to participate actively in defending innocents from menacing threats. Although fearsome opponents lie ahead, they were undaunted by the challenges, ready to tackle obstacles side by side.

Wataru, stay quiet. He now deep in his thought. If we help Xander. may i can ask Xander an information about how to travel to another world? or may even it's not know for Xander. May Great Sage know? . He too deep in his thought until not see that Xander look at him with sharp gaze.

"What's troubling you?" asked Xander finally, breaking the momentary silence with genuine concern etched across his visage.

"Oh, just thinking about our conversation... and my situation." replied Wataru sheepishly, feeling somewhat embarrassed due to his preoccupation during the discussion.

"It's nothing important really, just a lot on my mind," he attempted to dismiss lightly, hoping to draw less attention to his predicament. Xander merely raised an amused brow, conveying implicit understanding of Wataru's underlying concerns without prying further. 

Feeling reassured by Xander's nonchalant attitude, Wataru relaxed slightly, appreciative of the fact that he didn't feel judged.

With renewed determination, he committed to fulfilling his responsibilities alongside Xander and his friends. Already anticipating their next moves, Wataru grew increasingly excited about the prospect of discovering more about this extraordinary entity whose existence held such immense importance.

Amidst the flickering campfire's dancing shadows, they continued exchanging stories about their past exploits, bonding over shared experiences while enjoying the warmth provided by the fire. Their laughter reverberated throughout the darkness, filling it with a sense of unity and camaraderie rarely found among strangers.

After hours, everyone take a sleep. Left Wataru as gurading. He look at the sky and think about everything that happen so far. Form deep inside his mind as human. He start feel guilty that he take North live. It's strange that when action come his instinct as slime will go on without any hint of human's hearts, but in other time his humanity was show up.

Whenever he get hungry he consume anything nearby as food, even other living thing. Yet after talking with the others, something feels different. Some kind of sympathy, respect and care shown toward him, making him wonder whether having companions might prevent some bad things happening, or maybe bring good thing too. Deep in his heart, he wish he doesn't need to 'feed' anymore and try to understand better about human behavior, since his life becomes entangled with them somehow.

Deep in his mind. Xander is looking on "North" back. His eyes glowing blue. The blue hologram was appear just for him to see. It's show "North" information, the word floating there for Xander to read. - Wataru Yanagisawa - An other world wanderer - Morphing Slime species -. He know morphing slime is some legendary creatures. He don't know is Wataru will be a creatures that he seek for or not. He need to keep eye on him. As he still so weak, just one Xander's spell can eliminate Wataru with no sweat. But he can't do it. As "The individual" who hold dear destiny to whole world. If he kill Wataru just now for future sake. It's will leave a big gap in destiny. Then the fate will start to full fill the gap. It's may become even worst thing happen that ways. May even, the Demon Lord will born in that gap of Wataru himself.

Xander's mind raced through possibilities. What if Wataru wasn't the prophesied being? Could it mean that he must remain vigilant to ensure the true savior emerges? Despite his doubts, Xander felt compelled to protect Wataru regardless of whom he truly was. Perhaps he owed him a debt for leading him to this group of dedicated individuals. And perhaps, the mysterious figure he seeks lies somewhere within Wataru. The question remained unanswered, but the truth awaited discovery.

Then Xander close his eyes. Only time will reveal this...

[lioncunt]

(Maybe TotBT spoilers I don't know)

I heard that Lestat has sex with Daniel Molloy is that true ? (In the Tale of the Body theif)

no lestat doesn’t have sex with any men in body thief much to his chagrin. he begs old man david talbot for pussy but he’s denied

[thalwhore]

Ranking Taliesins relationships with my Skyrim characters (dragonborn and not)

Aenerion: Do u think they explored eachothers bodies? No but seriously. Both Ex-Thalmor, both used to have younger family members in their life that they care about and miss (tho Aenerions are both adopted), both trying to right the wrongs made during their Thalmor service and both have varying levels of snark (epically towards said Thalmor). Probably the best relationship either of them have had in years, friendly or otherwise. 10/10

Helena: She's an Imperial who hates the war, so she's noooooot the biggest fan of Tally when they first meet. However, she lost her son to the great war and Taliesin doesn't exactly look old,,,,plus if she can let Aenerion into her home then she can help another Thalmor in need. They butt heads often regarding stance on the war and Talos, but despite being so much younger than Taliesin, Helena has some empty nest syndrome and insists on mothering him, which includes making sure he's well fed, buying him water breathing potions 'just in case' after learning he can't swim, and using her blacksmithing expertise to ensure he's well defended (don't worry, she won't touch Berwhale). Overall I give them a 6.5/10, not entirely netural but not the best nor healthy relationship.

Shorbz: Aenerions adopted (stolen) child. He's a devotee of Mara and functions almost like a Paladin archetype. He's not the biggest fan of the Thalmor but tries to love and accept all as Mara would. Taliesin is sometimes annoyed by just how accepting and blindly trusting he is,,, 5/5 they tolerate eachother and in a world where Shorbz isn't the db then they meet, Tally gets saved and and they go their separate ways.

Zhan'Ari: Doesn't know how to feel about him,,,,he's a vampire but, not by choice. Although he also doesn't actively seek to cure it? And also leader of the Thieves Guild but despite that, has a weirdly strong sense of honour? Tally feels a bit bad after hearing how all this came to be but still doesn't personally agree with a lot of it,,,6/10, doesn't hate him but finds it hard to relax and be trusting around a bloodstarved vampire theif.

Eimtru Lichen-Shoal: Aah, a fellow mer! Though he's a Bosmer rather than Altmer. Eimtru grew up in the Imperial City so he's quite intimately familiar with the Thalmor, as well as their relationship to the Empire. He's not the biggest fan but if nobody bothers him then he'll do the same. Helps Talisein because duh, he's not a monster. I hc Tally likes to wear perfumes but it absolutely MESSES with poor Eimtru's werewolf senses. He also doesn't quite feel safe in Jorvaskr with him given the Companions past with elves,,,, overall they get along though. They share tragic backstory anecdotes and goof off sometimes, and on more than one occasion Tally has been convinced to mount Werewolf Eimtru when travelling because 'its just so much faster than walking'. 7/10, not besties but they're pretty close and have a mutual respect for one another, even if they don't care for a lot of the others allegiances.

Nirenor: A Snelf??? In this era?? Even though Nirenor is quite shy and reserved, Taliesin stays with him if for no reason other than curiosity. Being the other 1/2 of Aenerions adoptive family, Nirenor is quite kind hearted and does his best to help people where he can, even the Nords who tell tales of Ysgramors conquest. Later on Tally learns that he's actually feral as fuck underneath all that shyness and he can and will stab someone that pisses him off once he comes out of his shell. Is not a fan of the whole dragonborn thing given its history,,,but sees this as a chance to help the Nords unlearn a lot of their prejudices. Also he's fucking terrified of Elenwen and totally doesn't have a heartwarming moment post-embassy with Tally where he's reminded of his worth but also that Taliesin will nOT let the Thalmor capture him and that is a goddamn promise. 9/10, they start off pretty netural but by the end of the Embassy quest they'd probably die for eacbother.

Tretchus: Horrible, evil mer. Yes he has a tragic backstory, no that does not excuse trying to have Molag Bal AND Mannimarco literally destroy all life on Nirn. The only reason Taliesin would stay with this fucker is if he developed an 'I can fix him' mentality. 1/10 they were probably cute at the start but Tretchus' descent isn't stoppable and Tally needs to either get out, or go down with him.

Eira: She's a Nord, ew. She's descended from Ysgramor, double ew. She obviously keeps that second part secret for as long as humanly possible given Taliesins previous job, but eventually it gets out and I imagine he feels so, so betrayed. But they'd already built up a strong bond before that, both being righteous individuals (though Tally is a bit more feral) who believe in doing good and preserving life, no matter the cost. Their relationship becomes a bit rocky after the reveal but Tally gets over it eventually and supports her in the Dragonborn journey. Also thinks its quite funny for someone with Atmoran blood to be the DB so once he's over the initial shock, he flaunts it to everyone they have dealings with. 'Yeah She's got Ysgramor blood, yeah she's like, totally meant to be the Dragonborn it's like coming full circle.' Tally goes from 'I never want to see you again' to 'If anyone gives you shit I will stab them'. 7.5/10, quite the odd relationship but overall quite healthy.

I've a few more skyrim chars but they're in the works, these are just the more fleshed out.

Taliesin belongs to @dynamite124 , lmk if I wrote him ooc in this, I tried but obviously he's your creation and I'm also not all that far thru the main quest yet djegsksgsk.