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Headcanon: After years of begging and pleas, Louis finally gave in and modeled naked for Lestat so he could paint him. It's one of Lestat's favorite pieces of art he's ever created and treasures it deeply. Then one fateful night Armand manages to steal it, and that's the final straw that truly cementes them as enemies. Even if Armand gave it back (which he won't) Lestat has sworn to hate him forever with his entire being.

here have 10 pieces of writing advice that have stuck with me over the years

  1. every character’s first line should be an introduction to who they are as a person
  2. even if you only wrote one sentence on a really bad day, that’s still one sentence more than you had yesterday
  3. exercise restraint when using swear words and extra punctuation in order for them to pack a punch when you do use them
  4. if your characters have to kiss to show they’re in love, then they’re not in love
  5. make every scene interesting (or make every scene your favorite scene), otherwise your readers will be just as bored as you
  6. if you’re stuck on a scene, delete the last line you wrote and go in a different direction, or leave in brackets as placeholders
  7. don’t compare your first draft to published books that could be anywhere from 3rd to 103rd drafts
  8. i promise you the story you want to tell can fit into 100k words or less
  9. sometimes the book isn’t working because it’s not ready to be written or you’re not ready to write it yet; let it marinate for a bit so the idea can develop as you become a better writer
  10. a story written in chronological order takes a lot more discipline and is usually easier to understand than a story written with flashbacks

Why doesn’t Lestat understand that Louis knows he can fly on his own, but he wants to be in Lestat’s arms? Get a clue, Lestat!

Also, how funny is the rest of this scene, as Louis easily manipulates Lestat into making every phone call and text message for him, and then Lestat does indeed fly them both to Paris.


I found an old love letter from you among my belongings. From 1791. I don't know why you were writing me letters, darling, as we were living together, but I remember you leaving them next to me in the coffin for me when you slipped out before me. I cannot pretend I did not feel very loved every time I encountered one. You have always cherished me. Even if it was in misguided ways at times, I always knew I was so loved.

I realised that I never wrote you any letters back. Of course, I was never awake before you, my twilight riser, but still....I wish I had. I wish I'd left you with some tangible proof of my love for you. So, here it is;

Lestat, my darling, my prince of darkness, my midnight angel, thank you. Thank you for always loving me. When I suffered in the dark, you were my sunlight. When I was consumed by silence, you were my music. When I was empty, you filled me with joy and light. Your boundless zest for life uplifts me. Your way of thinking always challenges me. Your philosophies aid me and ground me. I have been through so much with you, learned so much from you. You elevated me from a creature doomed to a hollow existence to what I am today, and, though I struggle often with my identity, I know you made me what I was meant to be. You were right, darling, I have the soul of one of our kind. I am glad you gave me this life. And I am fortunate to be able to spend so much of it with you.

Lestat, you are a brilliant person. A natural leader. A creator. You are blessed with confidence and talent and you openly share then with the world. Your devotion, passion, tenderness and generosity do you credit, and I am honored and astounded that I have captured the soul of such an extraordinary man.

I love you, Lestat. Every time I wake up with your arms around me, I love you. Every time I hear your voice lift in fragments of song, I love you. Every time I see you, dark and terrible, flushed with the hunt, I love you. I love parts of you I never imagined I'd be capable of loving. I love the intensity of your gaze, and the dangerous twist of your smile. I love the playful way you read aloud and the melencholic way you lay your head in my lap. I love watching you write and watching you hunt. You are somehow glorious in both creation and destruction.

I want so many more centuries with you, my love. I can hardly bear the time untill I see you again.

I love you,


Anonymous asked:

What does that vampire chronicles post mean?

The one about Anne rice? Long story short, back in the days when fandom was new and less established, people started writing vampire chronicles fic, then Anne Rice found out and freaked, sent a bunch of cease and desist notices and I think actually sued some people? I’m sure others have more details but it was a wild time to be in any fandom. It’s the main reason a lot of older fics have very bold disclaimers about their lack of ownership of any works or characters they were writing about. So finding new vampire chronicles fic on ao3 is a sign that the times they are a changin! Write your fics freely!


1791 was the year it happened. I was 24, younger than you are now. But times were different then, I was a man at that age: the master of a large plantation just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife in childbirth, and she and the infant had been buried less than half a year. I would have been happy to join them. I couldn’t bear the pain of their loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all… my wealth, my estate, my sanity. Most of all, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the whore at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a vampire that accepted it.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) dir. Neil Jordon