Inkblogfortress - All Things End

Daniel becoming a vampire and immediately putting on his leather jacket from the 1970’s is something so special to me.

Astarion in camp: kickass dagger-throwing rogue who could slice off your arm with a flourish if he wanted

Also Astarion in camp: seven year old boy waiting for his mom to finish talking to a friend she ran into in the grocery store

don’t talk to me till I’ve had my morning blood

This is so beautiful 🥹

Sylus… I love you

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when u tell mon cher that it’s ok to fuck other guys but then u hear their hearts dancing

There is ample room for criticism in how he approached it and the situation at large but is it not common knowledge that Lestat turned Louis the way he did because Louis was going to kill himself. That was fully what was going to happen that night and Lestat knew it. Louis’ turning was intense and sloppy and desperate because it was either change or die

sylus x "sweetheart"

He rolls over in the middle of the night, his arm reaching across the bed into empty, cool sheets. "Sweetheart?" He mumbles softly into the quiet room, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he half-raises his head off the pillow, searching the darkness for you with bleary focus. He hears the light flick on in the bathroom and his muscles relax as he snuggles back under the covers, trying hard to fight off sleep so he can welcome you back into his arms once you return to bed.

"Sweetheart..." he draws out each syllable playfully as he leans agains the front door with a bemused expression. a smirk playing across his lips as he watches your frantic movements. "We're gonna be late." You're scrambling around the foyer looking for your keys. He thinks to himself for a moment, and then his smirk deepens. "did you leave them in the lock again?" He lets out a soft chuckle as an embarrassed, knowing flush rises to your cheeks, already pulling open the door to check. sure enough— stuck straight in the lock. "You've really got to stop doing that."

You're walking down the busy sidewalk alone, tote bag over your shoulder as Sylus' voice echoes through your earbuds. "Hey, sweetheart. you look nice today." "Huh? I haven't even seen you today." "That's true. but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing you right now." You whirl around, searching the crowd, until you see the the familiar silhouette of a sleek black car slowly creeping down the street, matching your pace. Sylus rolls the window down, just enough for you to see the tops of his fingers as he gives a casual, flirtatious wave. a car honks in irritation behind him. He murmurs into the receiver. "You gonna make me hold up traffic like this much longer? This guy behind me's about to start seeing red."

"Sweetheart," he says in that husky low voice that makes you weak in the knees as he's pulling the strap of your nightdress down, inching it lower and lower on your shoulder as the movie plays in the background. His fingers are rough, his hands slightly calloused, but the motion of the touch itself is somehow silk-soft. "You're so warm," he whispers, his breath ghosting over the sharp ledge of your collarbone, fingers momentarily moving to trace its edge. "You sure you don't wanna keep watching?" You almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous question. "Fuck no, not when you're looking at me like that."

the fact that iwtv on amc managed to create an incredible compelling character such as louis out of the husk of a soul that was presented in the books is honestly amazing. tv show louis is my best friend. book louis watches paint dry for fun and i would hit him with a car.

And then at the age of 33 you start making gifs

Yeah I need your cock I mean your cock I mean your- *bursts into flames*