Lestat de Lioncourt | Parody
@lebriseurderegles.bsky.social
Нυѕвand. Ғaтнer. Rυle-вreaĸer. Vaмpιre.
R̶o̶c̶k̶s̶t̶a̶r̶.
21+ #SmutlessRP
#InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
MV/Selectively MS | #Fake
R̶o̶c̶k̶s̶t̶a̶r̶.
21+ #SmutlessRP
#InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
MV/Selectively MS | #Fake
Pinned
a woman in a suit stands in front of a sign that says amc
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"Ι aм тнe Vaмpιre Leѕтaт. Ι'м ιммorтal мore or leѕѕ. Тнe lιgнт oғ тнe ѕυn, тнe ѕυѕтaιned нeaт oғ an ιnтenѕe ғιre -- тнeѕe тнιngѕ мιgнт deѕтroy мe. Вυт тнen agaιn, тнey мιgнт noт."
~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings)
~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
~ MV/Selectively MS
~ 21+ #SmutFree RP (sorry, darlings)
~ #InterviewWithTheVampire #TheVampireLestat
~ MV/Selectively MS
He sees the little spark.
And he regrets how often he has denied Claudia what she wants — connection.
To know that it is not just the three of them.
“I suppose I have not,” he replies, looking back at her. “Gabrielle. That is her name.”
Lestat knows the present tense would not be lost on ~
And he regrets how often he has denied Claudia what she wants — connection.
To know that it is not just the three of them.
“I suppose I have not,” he replies, looking back at her. “Gabrielle. That is her name.”
Lestat knows the present tense would not be lost on ~
Her head snapped up, eyes locking onto his face. A little spark of curiosity started to overtake the despair. It was visible in her eyes.
There had been almost no light in them a moment ago. There wasn't much now either, but it was something.
"Your mom?" She thought of Louis' mother. She hadn't ━
There had been almost no light in them a moment ago. There wasn't much now either, but it was something.
"Your mom?" She thought of Louis' mother. She hadn't ━
“It’s a Rosalba Carriera. So . . . first half of the eighteenth century. She was Venetian, and a rarity as a female painter.”
He seems lost in thought a moment.
“The painting belonged to my mother,” he admits, unsure if he ever spoke of Gabrielle to Louis let alone Claudia. “She treasured this ~
He seems lost in thought a moment.
“The painting belonged to my mother,” he admits, unsure if he ever spoke of Gabrielle to Louis let alone Claudia. “She treasured this ~
November 20, 2025 at 6:44 PM
He sees the little spark.
And he regrets how often he has denied Claudia what she wants — connection.
To know that it is not just the three of them.
“I suppose I have not,” he replies, looking back at her. “Gabrielle. That is her name.”
Lestat knows the present tense would not be lost on ~
And he regrets how often he has denied Claudia what she wants — connection.
To know that it is not just the three of them.
“I suppose I have not,” he replies, looking back at her. “Gabrielle. That is her name.”
Lestat knows the present tense would not be lost on ~
Has Magic Spit ™ apparently.
November 20, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Has Magic Spit ™ apparently.
“It’s a Rosalba Carriera. So . . . first half of the eighteenth century. She was Venetian, and a rarity as a female painter.”
He seems lost in thought a moment.
“The painting belonged to my mother,” he admits, unsure if he ever spoke of Gabrielle to Louis let alone Claudia. “She treasured this ~
He seems lost in thought a moment.
“The painting belonged to my mother,” he admits, unsure if he ever spoke of Gabrielle to Louis let alone Claudia. “She treasured this ~
"When's it from?"
It would be nice to think about something that wasn't her own lot in life. And maybe her genuine distress would make him more likely to talk.
Claudia isn't above using her own pain to get information.
"D'ya remember?"
It would be nice to think about something that wasn't her own lot in life. And maybe her genuine distress would make him more likely to talk.
Claudia isn't above using her own pain to get information.
"D'ya remember?"
Chuckling, he gives her a little squeeze.
“I think I have had that forever.”
One of the pieces he brought from France.
“It has probably become part of the wall at this point.”
“I think I have had that forever.”
One of the pieces he brought from France.
“It has probably become part of the wall at this point.”
November 20, 2025 at 3:59 AM
“It’s a Rosalba Carriera. So . . . first half of the eighteenth century. She was Venetian, and a rarity as a female painter.”
He seems lost in thought a moment.
“The painting belonged to my mother,” he admits, unsure if he ever spoke of Gabrielle to Louis let alone Claudia. “She treasured this ~
He seems lost in thought a moment.
“The painting belonged to my mother,” he admits, unsure if he ever spoke of Gabrielle to Louis let alone Claudia. “She treasured this ~
Chuckling, he gives her a little squeeze.
“I think I have had that forever.”
One of the pieces he brought from France.
“It has probably become part of the wall at this point.”
“I think I have had that forever.”
One of the pieces he brought from France.
“It has probably become part of the wall at this point.”
Claudia gave a soft, weak laugh. But then she let the silence settle between them once again.
It was a few minutes later that she managed to find her composure, slowly moving her head from where it was buried in his shirt.
She glanced up at the painting she had been abusing.
"However you ━
It was a few minutes later that she managed to find her composure, slowly moving her head from where it was buried in his shirt.
She glanced up at the painting she had been abusing.
"However you ━
“Remember that the next time you /want/ to throw something at me,” he jokes in return.
And no. He would not mention the bloodstains.
And no. He would not mention the bloodstains.
November 20, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Chuckling, he gives her a little squeeze.
“I think I have had that forever.”
One of the pieces he brought from France.
“It has probably become part of the wall at this point.”
“I think I have had that forever.”
One of the pieces he brought from France.
“It has probably become part of the wall at this point.”
🤷🏼♂️
November 20, 2025 at 12:55 AM
🤷🏼♂️
“Remember that the next time you /want/ to throw something at me,” he jokes in return.
And no. He would not mention the bloodstains.
And no. He would not mention the bloodstains.
Proud. Embarrassingly, the word hit her hard.
To hide her reaction, she turned and buried her face in his shirt. If there were bloodstains from tears when they parted, she's confident he wouldn't mention it.
"Remember that the next time I throw something at you."
A weak attempt at a joke.
To hide her reaction, she turned and buried her face in his shirt. If there were bloodstains from tears when they parted, she's confident he wouldn't mention it.
"Remember that the next time I throw something at you."
A weak attempt at a joke.
Maybe this is all he can give her. But maybe it is all she really needs. To known her pain is seen.
Now and again, though, Lestat contemplates simply making her a companion. He has already broken so many rules. What is a few more?
“We are proud of you,” he says gently. “Both of us.”
Now and again, though, Lestat contemplates simply making her a companion. He has already broken so many rules. What is a few more?
“We are proud of you,” he says gently. “Both of us.”
November 20, 2025 at 12:52 AM
“Remember that the next time you /want/ to throw something at me,” he jokes in return.
And no. He would not mention the bloodstains.
And no. He would not mention the bloodstains.
Maybe this is all he can give her. But maybe it is all she really needs. To known her pain is seen.
Now and again, though, Lestat contemplates simply making her a companion. He has already broken so many rules. What is a few more?
“We are proud of you,” he says gently. “Both of us.”
Now and again, though, Lestat contemplates simply making her a companion. He has already broken so many rules. What is a few more?
“We are proud of you,” he says gently. “Both of us.”
She doesn't completely hate him. Or Louis, for that matter.
If her other father had walked in instead of Lestat? Claudia probably would have thrown things at him too.
After a moment of hesitation, she closed the distance between them and curled up in his arms. Her chest still ━
If her other father had walked in instead of Lestat? Claudia probably would have thrown things at him too.
After a moment of hesitation, she closed the distance between them and curled up in his arms. Her chest still ━
Looking down at her, he gives the smallest of smiles.
She doesn’t completely hate him.
“The best you can, petit oiseau.”
Lestat opens his arms, inviting her in should she choose.
“It will not be easy for you, but you will not be alone. You have us.”
And he think he understand a little now ~
She doesn’t completely hate him.
“The best you can, petit oiseau.”
Lestat opens his arms, inviting her in should she choose.
“It will not be easy for you, but you will not be alone. You have us.”
And he think he understand a little now ~
November 19, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Maybe this is all he can give her. But maybe it is all she really needs. To known her pain is seen.
Now and again, though, Lestat contemplates simply making her a companion. He has already broken so many rules. What is a few more?
“We are proud of you,” he says gently. “Both of us.”
Now and again, though, Lestat contemplates simply making her a companion. He has already broken so many rules. What is a few more?
“We are proud of you,” he says gently. “Both of us.”
*sneaks in*
November 19, 2025 at 10:06 PM
*sneaks in*
// Want to write.
Have a migraine.
Have a migraine.
November 19, 2025 at 7:57 PM
// Want to write.
Have a migraine.
Have a migraine.
Umm. Talk?
Once or twice.
What's better relationship advice, then?
What's better relationship advice, then?
Like him?
November 19, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Umm. Talk?
Like him?
The other person. . . ?
The problem being . . .?
November 19, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Like him?
The problem being . . .?
... Pretty sure it solves the problem.
It is NOT good advice.
November 19, 2025 at 6:18 PM
The problem being . . .?
It is NOT good advice.
It's good advice 9 times out of 10.
November 19, 2025 at 6:07 PM
It is NOT good advice.
🫤
November 19, 2025 at 5:59 PM
🫤
Reposted by Lestat de Lioncourt | Parody
Marius The Vampire
Maker of Lestat De Lioncourt
Lover of French wine and films
Avon bottle collector
Book lover
Blood thirsty vampire
OC friendly
Like to be a main RT for exposure
Maker of Lestat De Lioncourt
Lover of French wine and films
Avon bottle collector
Book lover
Blood thirsty vampire
OC friendly
Like to be a main RT for exposure
a man wearing glasses and a suit is holding his hand to his chin and looking at the camera .
ALT: a man wearing glasses and a suit is holding his hand to his chin and looking at the camera .
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November 19, 2025 at 5:51 AM
Marius The Vampire
Maker of Lestat De Lioncourt
Lover of French wine and films
Avon bottle collector
Book lover
Blood thirsty vampire
OC friendly
Like to be a main RT for exposure
Maker of Lestat De Lioncourt
Lover of French wine and films
Avon bottle collector
Book lover
Blood thirsty vampire
OC friendly
Like to be a main RT for exposure
Looking down at her, he gives the smallest of smiles.
She doesn’t completely hate him.
“The best you can, petit oiseau.”
Lestat opens his arms, inviting her in should she choose.
“It will not be easy for you, but you will not be alone. You have us.”
And he think he understand a little now ~
She doesn’t completely hate him.
“The best you can, petit oiseau.”
Lestat opens his arms, inviting her in should she choose.
“It will not be easy for you, but you will not be alone. You have us.”
And he think he understand a little now ~
Claudia doesn't move closer, but she also doesn't push him away. She doesn't resume her screaming. She doesn't try to bite him or hit him or shove at him.
She just stays as still as a statue. Long enough that it would be easy to assume that she had drifted off to sleep despite the sun being hours ━
She just stays as still as a statue. Long enough that it would be easy to assume that she had drifted off to sleep despite the sun being hours ━
Lestat slides all the way to the floor — beside her but not too close.
He remains quiet, knowing she would talk if she wants to. No doubt to yell at him again.
Because of course, it’s his fault. It is always his fault — never Louis who /asked/ for her to be made. Then again, if he did not ask, ~
He remains quiet, knowing she would talk if she wants to. No doubt to yell at him again.
Because of course, it’s his fault. It is always his fault — never Louis who /asked/ for her to be made. Then again, if he did not ask, ~
November 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Looking down at her, he gives the smallest of smiles.
She doesn’t completely hate him.
“The best you can, petit oiseau.”
Lestat opens his arms, inviting her in should she choose.
“It will not be easy for you, but you will not be alone. You have us.”
And he think he understand a little now ~
She doesn’t completely hate him.
“The best you can, petit oiseau.”
Lestat opens his arms, inviting her in should she choose.
“It will not be easy for you, but you will not be alone. You have us.”
And he think he understand a little now ~
She should most definitely get some rest.
Lestat pats the spot beside him.
Lestat pats the spot beside him.
@lebriseurderegles.bsky.social now that she’s away from Santiago and the coven she thinks she’d just like to snuggle with her dad if that’s ok.
November 18, 2025 at 10:54 PM
She should most definitely get some rest.
Lestat pats the spot beside him.
Lestat pats the spot beside him.
Lestat slides all the way to the floor — beside her but not too close.
He remains quiet, knowing she would talk if she wants to. No doubt to yell at him again.
Because of course, it’s his fault. It is always his fault — never Louis who /asked/ for her to be made. Then again, if he did not ask, ~
He remains quiet, knowing she would talk if she wants to. No doubt to yell at him again.
Because of course, it’s his fault. It is always his fault — never Louis who /asked/ for her to be made. Then again, if he did not ask, ~
The exhaustion in itself irritated her. It made it hard to cling onto her anger.
She tugged her legs up to her chest and hugged them, sharp nails digging into her knees. She refused to look at him, even as he approached.
His words made her sigh. A weary sound. She felt so old. She ━
She tugged her legs up to her chest and hugged them, sharp nails digging into her knees. She refused to look at him, even as he approached.
His words made her sigh. A weary sound. She felt so old. She ━
She’s growing older . . . but she’s still young.
“CLAUDIA!”
Alright. He’s no better at the outbursts than she is.
“Arrêt!”
He’s fast, but so is she. Lestat barely manages to snag the pen before being impaled by it.
Then he sees it — her utter defeat as she drops to the floor.
Sighing, the~
“CLAUDIA!”
Alright. He’s no better at the outbursts than she is.
“Arrêt!”
He’s fast, but so is she. Lestat barely manages to snag the pen before being impaled by it.
Then he sees it — her utter defeat as she drops to the floor.
Sighing, the~
November 18, 2025 at 10:19 PM
Lestat slides all the way to the floor — beside her but not too close.
He remains quiet, knowing she would talk if she wants to. No doubt to yell at him again.
Because of course, it’s his fault. It is always his fault — never Louis who /asked/ for her to be made. Then again, if he did not ask, ~
He remains quiet, knowing she would talk if she wants to. No doubt to yell at him again.
Because of course, it’s his fault. It is always his fault — never Louis who /asked/ for her to be made. Then again, if he did not ask, ~
Always his fault . . .
November 18, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Always his fault . . .
Louis, Claudia is bullying me …
November 18, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Louis, Claudia is bullying me …
She’s growing older . . . but she’s still young.
“CLAUDIA!”
Alright. He’s no better at the outbursts than she is.
“Arrêt!”
He’s fast, but so is she. Lestat barely manages to snag the pen before being impaled by it.
Then he sees it — her utter defeat as she drops to the floor.
Sighing, the~
“CLAUDIA!”
Alright. He’s no better at the outbursts than she is.
“Arrêt!”
He’s fast, but so is she. Lestat barely manages to snag the pen before being impaled by it.
Then he sees it — her utter defeat as she drops to the floor.
Sighing, the~
The question made her freeze, staring at him with wide eyes. The disbelief was written on her expression. Of course he couldn't fix it, she knew that! Her situation was unfixable, that was the worst part.
... Another book was flung in his direction. When a pen fell off of the table from her ━
... Another book was flung in his direction. When a pen fell off of the table from her ━
“I cannot . . .”
He cannot fix this. He cannot make her body grow up along with her mind.
And he cannot make up for all the things she will miss out on because of that.
“What do you expect me to do?”
He cannot fix this. He cannot make her body grow up along with her mind.
And he cannot make up for all the things she will miss out on because of that.
“What do you expect me to do?”
November 18, 2025 at 7:17 PM
She’s growing older . . . but she’s still young.
“CLAUDIA!”
Alright. He’s no better at the outbursts than she is.
“Arrêt!”
He’s fast, but so is she. Lestat barely manages to snag the pen before being impaled by it.
Then he sees it — her utter defeat as she drops to the floor.
Sighing, the~
“CLAUDIA!”
Alright. He’s no better at the outbursts than she is.
“Arrêt!”
He’s fast, but so is she. Lestat barely manages to snag the pen before being impaled by it.
Then he sees it — her utter defeat as she drops to the floor.
Sighing, the~
“I cannot . . .”
He cannot fix this. He cannot make her body grow up along with her mind.
And he cannot make up for all the things she will miss out on because of that.
“What do you expect me to do?”
He cannot fix this. He cannot make her body grow up along with her mind.
And he cannot make up for all the things she will miss out on because of that.
“What do you expect me to do?”
Violently, she wiped at those tears. She hated crying, it made her feel like a child.
There are so many indignities that come with being stuck like this for eternity, she refused to sob like an inconsolable little girl. Anger is better. Anger, she can do something about.
"/What/?"
There are so many indignities that come with being stuck like this for eternity, she refused to sob like an inconsolable little girl. Anger is better. Anger, she can do something about.
"/What/?"
Ahh. That.
Well. That can’t be helped now.
And he is not sure what to do with her tears.
“Claudia . . .”
Well. That can’t be helped now.
And he is not sure what to do with her tears.
“Claudia . . .”
November 18, 2025 at 6:29 PM
“I cannot . . .”
He cannot fix this. He cannot make her body grow up along with her mind.
And he cannot make up for all the things she will miss out on because of that.
“What do you expect me to do?”
He cannot fix this. He cannot make her body grow up along with her mind.
And he cannot make up for all the things she will miss out on because of that.
“What do you expect me to do?”
Ahh. That.
Well. That can’t be helped now.
And he is not sure what to do with her tears.
“Claudia . . .”
Well. That can’t be helped now.
And he is not sure what to do with her tears.
“Claudia . . .”
She looked at him and looked down at herself, as if that should tell him everything he needed to know.
Then, she opened her mouth. Probably to say something horribly unkind, punctuated with something else thrown at him...
All that comes out is a sob.
Fuck, that's embarrassing.
Then, she opened her mouth. Probably to say something horribly unkind, punctuated with something else thrown at him...
All that comes out is a sob.
Fuck, that's embarrassing.
Thankfully, he is speedy enough to dodge.
“Kindly tell me why you wish to inflict violence on me?”
“Kindly tell me why you wish to inflict violence on me?”
November 18, 2025 at 4:49 PM
Ahh. That.
Well. That can’t be helped now.
And he is not sure what to do with her tears.
“Claudia . . .”
Well. That can’t be helped now.
And he is not sure what to do with her tears.
“Claudia . . .”
Thankfully, he is speedy enough to dodge.
“Kindly tell me why you wish to inflict violence on me?”
“Kindly tell me why you wish to inflict violence on me?”
Turning to shoot him a glare, throwing a book at /him/ instead of the stupid painting that she can't seem to knock off of the wall.
There are tears in her eyes, barely held back.
There are tears in her eyes, barely held back.
What has he done now?
November 18, 2025 at 4:24 PM
Thankfully, he is speedy enough to dodge.
“Kindly tell me why you wish to inflict violence on me?”
“Kindly tell me why you wish to inflict violence on me?”
What has he done now?
In a rage, throwing things at a portrait of her maker.
November 18, 2025 at 11:15 AM
What has he done now?