kiraslight:

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
Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles
1994 | Dir: Neil Jordan

remarried:

some Louis and Lestat from my Patreon (that I sadly closed last summer, RIP to my Patreon)

hedonistbyheart:

“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.”

***

“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 …”

The tale of the body thief by Anne Rice

susiephone:

i haven’t read the vampire chronicles yet but i find it hilarious how whenever you talk to a fan they’re always like “yeah it started off pretty good but some of the books just go completely off the rails” and you’re like “oh, like the one where the main centuries-old vampire chooses to deal with his existential crisis and angst by becoming a goth rockstar?” and then they’re like “no that’s one of the good ones”

xxhellonursexx:

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. 

superhiki:

Real quick: No permission to repost unless you link back to this post and include the caption since it’s necessary to understand what this picture is supposed to actually be about. I’m sincerely teetering on the edge of adding super ugly water marks to everything I post LOL. 

This started first as a sketch to work out the betrayal children feel towards neglectful parents, and finally meandered to Claudia since I think she is a good representation of “I didn’t ask to be made and you still screwed me over like this?” Figuring out how to color fire over a white bg was pretty tough and a fun challenge, lots of going back and forth to make this image super bright since I wanted to convey she’s burning up in a sunny place. That and the transition of flesh to skeleton and then ash while also making sure her green dress is visible and still matches the shape of the garment made this one of my favorite pieces I’ve done this year. 

This isn’t exactly what I imagine her final moments were in the well, but it’s supposed to be the image Louis sees when he thinks of her death and torments himself with it. This is both the anger of a child and the way guilt warps reality. I think Louis might allow himself to imagine the impossible: that Claudia would use her final moment to blame him instead of the reality, which is that she had fallen asleep when the sun rose.

Worked out a lot of my own parent issues here, LOL. I’m experiencing a very belated rebellion stage and so if the anger in her face seems juvenile that’s the point. I looked at a lot of references for children having tantrums to get the ‘snarl’ right but then tweaked what I had to look more betrayed than just hurt. 

This is pencils and photoshop, something easy to draw and then color as I’m recovering from surgery. 

superhiki:

Decided to give Nicki the same treatment I did for Claudia a little while ago. He doesn’t have his violin when he burns up but I wanted to show him as pretty pumped up/happy to finally be up in flames. 

Pencils and Photoshop!

fuckinglovemanga:

I had to

xxhellonursexx:

“Louis was standing in door of the room opposite, across the hall…he was outfitted entirely in the new clothes I’d ordered for him, a long black riding jacket, sleek at the waist and flaring, and a pale pink European-linen handmade shirt. He wore a tie of green silk, almost exactly the color of his eyes, and there was an emerald ring on his finger of that very same green…I could scarcely breathe.”

-Lestat (“Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis,” Chapter 4)

littlesmartart:

some loustat smooches based on that one monchevy kiss in versailles ❤

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