the wolfkiller — how i imagined book!lestat
spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.
men will literally burn their body in the sun of the gobi desert and switch bodies with a dangerous criminal instead of going to therapy
sorry emptying the bowels as part of the vampire turning process is funny every time. It will be like pages upon pages of extremely moving existential and erotic exploration of newfound supernatural power. followed by “shit myself ❤️💓❤️” OEKFNFJJGNGNNF
I’ve yet to see St. Valentine’s skull on tumblr this year so here you go:
happy optional memorial of saint valentine, bishop and martyr
after reading qotd i’m convinced armand would be the kind of person to silently rage during an fps game, say nothing in chat, then at the end of the match doxx you and leave
#baby you are so fucked up #you are so deranged
Modern Louis might be vampire of all time idk something about his cold, overly controlled mannerisms and house of concrete and stone is morbidly appealing to me sorry. He has his own wing at the airport, he has a blood farm, he shares the same private doctor as the prime minister, he has dozens of servants at his beck and call, he wanted to revisit the memories of his first marriage that destroyed every fiber of his being and his partner of 70+ years said yes of course baby let's do that, he's pyrokenetic, his walls are lined with stolen art, he's writing a novel-sized suicide note in purple prose, and most importantly, he wears matching blacks.
Lestat and Claudia in Interview with the Vampire (1994) dir. Neil Jordan
“And I cannot say even now that I regret Claudia, that I wish I had never seen her, nor held her, nor whispered secrets to her, nor heard her laughter echoing through the shadowy gaslighted rooms of that all too human town house in which we moved amid the lacquered furniture and the darkening oil paintings and the brass flowerpots as living beings should. Claudia was my dark child, my love, evil of my evil. Claudia broke my heart.
And on a warm sultry night in the spring of the year 1860, she rose up to settle the score. She enticed me, she trapped me, and she plunged a knife over and over again into my drugged and poisoned body, until almost every drop of the vampiric blood gushed out of me before my wounds had the precious few seconds in which to heal.
I don’t blame her. It was the sort of thing I might have done myself.”
my blood looks more beautiful than yours it's a more luscious red
moodboard for cute girls 🤩
upon further feedback from audience,
I’m a vampire-killer. Oh, yes. I always forget that.
BAILEY BASS 80th Annual Golden Globe Awards January 10, 2023
