◢ When your RP partner is way out of your league




All of you.

posted:22 hours ago, 18233 notes

◢ To The Masquerade [Closed]


David had taken great care and pride in his outfit for the evening.  The suit was custom made and had only just made it into his home two days earlier.  While the mask he has searched for many long evenings until he had found just the right one.  Pairing the two with a proper walking cane and grooming his dark hair into perfection, and the gentleman vampire was ready to go.

He was nervous about tonight.  It was not often these days that he and Lestat set out to do something that was so very intimate.  Something that true promised them both that the night belonged to them alone.  Yes, he was nervous, but it was a good nervous.  The kind of nervous one felt when the being that held such a large part of their heart was about to arrive and take them out for an evening.  Not that he would ever speak to Lestat of such feelings.  The words were unneeded for surely Lestat knew of his love by now.

The dark skinned vampire jumped a little at the ringing of the bell.  He was here.  And he was early!  Trust his maker to surprise him by arriving early instead of fashionably late, as was normal for him.  Could it be Lestat was excited as well?  Certainly his longtime friend and maker was not nervous, he was Lestat after all.

Going to the door, he pulled it open with a tiny smile, “Evening Lestat.”  He looked the other over warmly.  The outfit was so perfectly Lestat that it brought another smile to his lips, “Dare I say you look ravishing tonight.”  He met those wondrous eyes and nodded, “I am glad you came.”

Lestat smiled as David opened the door. His suit was much more extravagant than he had expected from David. Of course, the other always did dress nice, but to go out and get something tailored specifically for an event was a pleasant surprise for the blonde. “Merci~ I must say the same to you, David. Is that a custom tailor job?” He smiled. Naturally, he would be interested in the suit. Clothes, after all, were one of Lestat’s interests. He was no model, by any standards, but he believed that everyone should dress well.

"I’m glad I came, too." The blonde grinned. "I am very glad you asked me." He paused then, taking another moment to study David’s outfit. He even had the cane to complete the ensemble. His old friend was certainly pulling out all the stops tonight. "Now, shall we be on our way? Or are you going to invite me in for a bit?" Lestat laughed.

(Source: askthebratprince)

posted:1 day ago, 3 notes

Well, I’m going to take a crack at responding to the two posts I have to do on here.

I’m sorry if they are short, but I literally have no muse right now.

I hate it; I can’t fix it.


So, you lot are just going to have to be patient with me.

posted:1 day ago, 1 notes

◢ Reblog if…


  • Your blog is anon-friendly
  • Your blog is open to starters aimed at them
  • Your blog willing to respond to open starters
  • Your blog is open to questions about headcanons
posted:1 day ago, 49138 notes

◢ In other news….

I will be at Leakycon 2014 this coming week starting on the 30th.

posted:1 day ago, 1 notes

I’m going to try to respond to some posts.

Sorry, guys, I just haven’t had much of a drive for anything lately…

posted:1 day ago, 0 notes

◢ An Announcement


If I owe you a post, I am getting to it; I just have about zero drive for posting prose length at the moment

Hope everyone is well.

posted:4 days ago, 2 notes

◢ If you’re a Canon character (or another OC) who does not discriminate against OC’s, reblog this.

Need more open-minded people to follow/play with. 

(Source: coffeeinsomniac)

posted:1 week ago, 13441 notes
◥ Asked by
{drunk voice mail} Lestat. Stat stat. Stat stat stat. Where are you? Why you not love me? I'm pretty. Everyone tell me I'm pretty. I'm smart too. And not crazy killer like your Louis. I love your Louis. Can I have him back? He pretty to look at and I like petting his hair. Maybe I get black lab with green eyes and name him Pretty Louis. Everyone drunk in Miami tonight. Something de Mayo. I don't know. Blood taste funny. Good funny. Come drink wit me.

posted:1 week ago, 5 notes

◢ To The Masquerade [Closed]

Lestat stood outside of David’s house on the front walkway, mask in hand. The Brit had told him to meet him at precisely 7pm at his home, but Lestat was early. Almost 30 minutes early, to be precise. This was a rare occasion for Lestat. Not the masquerade, no. He had gone to plenty of those in his time, but being early to meet someone was nearly unheard of with Lestat. Perhaps he could blame it on nerves and excitement. David had asked him weeks ago to be his date and now the day was here.

The blonde walked up to his fledgling’s home, ringing the bell. He hoped he was not too early. Perhaps he should have taken the long way around?

posted:1 week ago, 3 notes