Thinking about the lady who is Lestat's tenant and takes care of Mojo during the day. Imagine having Lestat as your landlord. Imagine calling him up when your washing machine breaks or whatever.

free rent but my landlord is impossible to get a hold of

Welcome to MerMay - Vampire Chronicles edition! Vampire lovers, please join us in celebrating another category of mythological creatures and monsters: mermaids, sirens, rusalkas, selkies, and so on, combined with the VC characters we know and love all month long! 🫧🐠

Create fic, art, playlists, moodboards, photo manipulations, and anything else you can think of that relates to the theme of bodies of water and their inhabitants! 💙

Base it on the characters of the books, the movie, the show, the musical, or even that other movie! Genderswapped and trans versions welcome! Whatever ships, pairings, genres, tropes, and ratings you feel like doing! 🐙

𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘 & 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

1. MerMay VC will run for 4.5 weeks with each week featuring FOUR THEME PROMPTS and a bonus FREE SPACE prompt where anything in the spirit of MerMay goes! Prompts can be interpreted as SFW or NSFW — go nuts! Pick one or combine them or rearrange them, it's up to you!

2. Tag your posts #vamptember so that we can reblog! If your post isn't showing in the tag please don't hesitate to send us the link in our ask box! Delayed submissions are always welcome!

3. As of 4/24/24, our ao3 collection is now live!

4. Follow @vamptember to see everyone's incredible creations and keep up with our latest fandom events! Our sister blog @priapus-at-the-gate will also be a hosting an exclusively NSFW MerMay event, so feel free to give us a follow there as well for more fun stuff coming soon! And as always, let us know if you have any questions about anything, we're here for you!

𝕿𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉! 𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙! 🪼

A treasure of pearls and gold

Vamptember | Mermay VC edition

Pearl

Mermay ~ Week 1: Pearl

Louisa watches the woman, studying her carefully. She doesn’t recall having seen her on the island before. They’ve been here for a few days now, so she’s got a general idea as to who’s been here and who hasn’t. This woman’s probably only just arrived then. 

At this moment, the woman looks over in Louisa’s direction and catches her looking. Louisa quickly turns her head away, not wanting to make it look as though she’s been staring, even though that’s exactly what she’s been doing. She tries to busy herself with combing her hair out with her fingers, from where it’s ruffled up in her sleep. She rises to her feet and brushes off the sand, then sneaks a small glance back in the woman’s direction. She’s still looking at her. 

Louisa doesn’t know whether she should ignore her, or acknowledge her existence. In the end, she decides to pretend she’s not there; the woman might try and talk to her otherwise, and Louisa’s not in the mood for conversation, least of all with a complete stranger. Turning her head away again, she picks up her belongings and rises to her feet. 

With her hoodie slung over one arm, and each hand occupied with her shoes and book, Louisa makes her way back up the beach, towards the villa. Her walk is cut short however, by the sound of someone clearing their throat. When she turns her head to her right, she sees the woman watching her with a soft smile dancing on her lips, and a hand raised in a small wave. 

Louisa just stands there and stares back at her, not sure whether or not she should go over and interact with this woman. She really doesn’t want to, but now that she’s acknowledged her attempt to gain her attention, it would be awfully rude to walk off without at least saying hello. 

While she’s still weighing up her options, (leaning more towards forgetting her manners and continuing on to the villa without a word) the woman makes a beckoning motion, still with that soft, inviting smile. Despite knowing full well she’s the only other person on this beach, Louisa takes a look around her, just to be certain it is actually her the woman wants. When she turns back, the woman is still watching her, though her expression is a bit more amused than before. 

Louisa is beckoned over again, and with a barely concealed sigh, she walks over to her, grumbling internally to herself as she goes. 

[The Gift A03]

@vamptember

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Gore

Mermay ~ Week 1: Gore

Louisa turns her attention back to the beach ahead of her and continues her journey across the sand. A little further down, she can hear the gulls again. They must have found something. Their squawking is coming from somewhere behind a large rock on the shoreline. Thinking nothing of it, Louisa carries on and pays no attention to them. 

Until she gets past the rock and sees what’s on the other side. There are the gulls, hopping around and making a lot of noise, and they’re surrounding something. No, someone. A woman lies face down, the lower half of her body still in the water. The birds peck at her, pulling her hair which covers her face. 

Louisa drops her shoes and rushes over, shooing the birds as she does. They fly away in a flurry and Louisa kneels beside the woman to roll her over. A gasp leaves her when she sees the gashes all over her face and chest, which is left bare; only the woman’s long, wavy auburn hair covers her breasts. 

Louisa makes to stand, grabbing the woman’s arms as she does, and hauls her up the beach and out of the water. She lets out a startled cry and drops her as the long, golden coloured fish tail is revealed. Her feet start moving her back of their own accord, away from this thing. What is this? 

But she knows what it is. Louisa has heard about such creatures before. When she was a little girl, her mother would tell her all sorts of stories about half human, half fish people who live in the sea. She called them mermaids. But they’re supposed to be just that, stories. Fairytales told to young children before they settle down to sleep, used as a way of keeping their overactive imaginations alive. Mermaids aren’t supposed to be real. 

[Fairytales Do Come True A03]

@vamptember

Wang first, into the eye of God

There are so very many reasons to simply adore Tale of the Body Thief from beginning to end, but one of the better ones is Lestat flying wang first into the sun during a manic depressive episode that results in an attempt at self immolation.

Bonus points for shaking his fist and crying “I defy you heaven!!!1” while his weenie crisps up like the last polish hot dog to be served at a ball game.

Perhaps this moment is only second to the image of a naked, crisped up Lestat flying wang back to David for almost 6000 miles

Google maps recommends this route, but I suppose we must be left to imagine our own - thank God Lestat gets to skip toll roads on the way home

Because I’m trash the more I think about this scene the more I wonder how complete Lestat’s tan was. Like, I know we get it explained to us in the book at some point during the day he flipped himself like a pancake in order to get golden brown on both sides. But did the sun get EVERYWHERE??

Like, if he pried apart his cheeks would it be white still between them? What color is his taint? Anne! Anne please! I need to know! The people need to know!

Still thinking of that Alexander the Great BBC radio play (it’s on Audible now) narrated by the ghosts of Achilles and Patroclus, where the following dialogue happens between the latter two:

‘The rosy fingertips of dawn, as they used to say when we were young and alive…’

‘We have never been anything *but* young’.

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Lestat is the type to like a Himalayan salt lamp

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being on here and condescending is crazy

do you think people in hell were like i’m so much better than people in the 9th circle. because i’m in the 5th one. brother you’re still in hell. we are all in hell

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