Bruna. 28. Bisexual. Brazil. I've got a film degree.
Sometimes I post mature content, so I'll ask to only follow me if you're 18+.
This is a multifandom blog. Expect lots of Hannibal and Star Trek. Also Vampire Chronicles. Lots of movies. There will be on occasion rock bands and singers. Also books and TV shows and random stuff.
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a sketch of a new romantics Louis to compliment tradgoth Lestat as suggested by @wicked-felina tysm<3 I’m still trying to figure out what Louis looks like but I think I’m getting there.
I’m going to make a new commissions post soon, contact me if you’re interested. ko-fi link is in my bio too <3
“You were there when all these streets ran with mud and river water, and when you and I went to see ‘Macbeth’ onstage, and I couldn’t stop dancing under the streetlamps afterwards reciting the words, ‘Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,’ and Claudia thought I was so handsome and so witty and so clever, and we would all of us always be safe, you were there.”
— Lestat to Louis, Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis, Anne Rice 2016
Consider yourself lucky. In Paris, a vampire must be clever for many reasons. Here all one needs is a pair of fangs. — Brad Pitt & Tom Cruise as Louis de Pointe du Lac &
Lestat de Lioncourt
InterviewwiththeVampire:TheVampireChronicles 1994 | Dir: Neil Jordan
“Then he leant forward, closing the distance between us, and pressed his smooth silken lips against the side of my face. I meant to pull away, but he used all his strength to hold me still, and I allowed it, this cold, passionless kiss, and he was the one who finally drew back like a collection of shadows collapsing into one another, with only his hand still on my shoulder, as I sat with my eyes on the altar still. Finally I rose slowly, stepping past him, and motioned for Mojo to wake and come.”
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“At last I sprang into action. I hurried up the street, sprinting easily past the mortals who could scarcely see me, and found a glass-walled phone booth and slipped into it and slammed the door. (…)
“Listen to me,” I said, blurting out my name in full as I began. “This isn’t going to make sense to you, but it’s dreadfully important. The body of David Talbot has just been rushed to a hospital in the city of Miami. I don’t even know which hospital! But the body is badly wounded. The body may die. But you must understand. David is not inside this body. Are you listening? David is someplace …”
In the earliest years of Louis and Lestat’s relationship, cameras didn’t exist. So one day, they decided, “Hey! Let’s put on our old 18th-century clothes and go into one of those mall photo booths! Recreate the magic, so to speak!”
Once in the booth, however, the absurdity of it all hit them. Here they were, an 18th-century couple in velvet frockcoats, assuming a serious, dignified pose in a “Three Shots for a Dollar” photo booth in a modern mall next to the scummy food court’s McDonalds, as “We Can’t Stop” plays on the overhead.
And how they laughed! Louis, in particular, laughed until he cried.
