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Planning an intentional long weekend together with just myself, Lestat and Armand. Don't know why the three of us have never spent time together. Feeling like I may be about to learn why.
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You do that all the time. IM the person you make take pictures of your phone and keep receipts! There's a whole file on my phone called "Lestat's stupid group chat drama".
i literally just need to hear more about vampire group chats omg your dm drama must be fire
What do you want to know? The Bitching About chats were not planned, but after a while it seemed like every time four of us made a group chat to talk about something, three of us had broken off to complain about the other one. It gets complicated. You cannot forget which chat you're in, or who D. is. You cannot.
Why, you might ask, do we do all this when we all have the Mind Gift? Well, I answer, it's because everyone in this....family? Coven? Community? #squad?...thrives on drama, and drama requires Receipts.
Why drive yourself crazy in the ephemeral word of "he said-she said," or worse "he thought-she thought" why put your word against someone else's? Haven't you heard, Memory Is A Monster. And rather than get stuck between Scylla and Charybdis of the Odyssey of Recollection, why not just commit your bitchy remarks to the intangible eternity of digital typeface, and let the chips fall where they may.
Snapchat, our preferred medium , has a few extra features that both facilitate and keep the claws from coming out too much. First of all, everything is SUPPOSED to delete after being seen, we save everything of course, but images and videos DO delete, so some things can be wiped from our collective history. Secondly, Snapchat tells everyone when someone deleted a chat, downloaded an image or worse, took a screenshot. Keeps us honest.
Of course , sometimes people get angry and rage quits the chat. In the event that you believe someone is going to do this, and take with them all those juicy juicy receipts which none of you can screenshot without being asked what YOU were doing at the devil's sacrament, so to speak, it is morally permissible to ask a nearby companion to take photos of the chat visible on your phone with his phone, before aforesaid person leaves, so when you show up with the proof later, you'll be the hero, and certain people will have to actually be accountable for their actions for once. Not that I've ever done that of course.
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Tune in here for just a series of repeating mental breakdowns.
Also I'm bored. Let me tell you a random thing I've been up to.
At Gabrielle's INSISTENCE Louis and I have started watching Helluva Boss. This disease has spread and now there is a specific group chat with us, Antoine and David called Hell. Just for discussing Helluva Boss. ( It's called Hell(period) the period is important. ) and now I'm sure the other vampires have seen at least one of us typing away in a group chat called Hell. And assumed minimum one of us is having a religious crisis, a private bitchfest groupchat, or both. We're just discussing profanity screaming imps.
By the way, we DO have private group chats with one member significantly missing. They're not that creatively named, though. Most of them are just called something like Bitching About Marius. Though one is called Tonight's Piping Hot Tea. I think that one is for bitching about David. Yes, Benji named it.
Also, we're beginning our Mental Preparation for season two of The Show. So tune in here, every week, same vamp time, same vamp channel, for Opinions , Diatribes, Drama and Mental Breakdowns, starting May 12.
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Oh my God is that Larry singing???? He sounds so different when you tone the autotune down for your backing vocals! Ok we need to dig up their old casettes.....I think they're in Armand's storage unit north of the garden district. That's what I cleaned that house out into when I had it redone after you burned down my art shed.
Well! Today I learned about a song known as The Most Mysterious Song On The Internet. A random song recorded by one guy in Germany in the 80s, no one knows the name of the song, the band, even the year.
Well, almost no one.
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That's Satan's Night Out. Before my time.
Have you really lost ALL their recordings already?
I told you they were pretty good! I mean, I put the Romantic Period back in Romantigoth but the raw material was there.
However, I have NOTHING to do with "ulterior motives." No memory of that one.
It's a bop tho.
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Lent is over and I'm feeling indulgent. If you ask me things, friends, you may get very frank answers.
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Lestat and Gabrielle have descended into frosty not speaking to each other. Court is TENSE.
#delioncourtdrama never ends.
Literally. They're immortal.
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Go be nice to Lestat, Friends. He and Gabrielle are absolutely at war right now and he's taking the fight very hard.
I'm trying to stay out of the fight other than to support.
There's no drama like vampire drama.
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Lestat Shaming:
*looking at an entire table full of perfumes*
Lestat: Ugh. I feel like I don't have enough perfume....
Me: *sideye of the gods* this is about to be a Lestat Shaming Post.
Lestat: *Shrugs in Utter Lack of Shame*
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Lestat brought me a present aujourd'nuit.
It's....large.
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I'm vaguely suspect of the whole thing ...but it is very beautiful. And exactly his taste.
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You and Vladdy making good use of that haul? Respectfully of course ........;)
Respectfully is not an add on, horny anon. It's a lifestyle.
Good try though.
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The one threatening to show his Lace-Encrusted Ass on Tumblr is still Oversharer Barbie, my dear. It's not my fault the horny anons jump at any little bait.
SHOW US THE LINGERIE
@askblog-with-the-vampire NOW WHOS OVERSHARER BARBIE?
We'll see 😉
Louis can be quite possessive you know.
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saddy.....are you ok? You've been quiet. Tell us a story.
Hello my friend. I am very touched to hear from you. Yes, I am afraid I have been quite quiet since our abrupt departure from New Orleans. I have been in one of my darker moods. You know my way.
As a southern boy, I've never truly acclimated to your northern winters, and therefore do tend to go into a sort of hibernation in the colder months. The words "seasonal depression" have been bandied about, but Fareed insists it cannot be so, as we cannot see sunlight anyway, but it still stands....I'm glum in winter.
Lestat is taking excellent care of me though. We are quite wrapped up in each other right now. It's not a complaint.
A story, then? Shall I tell you what we did today?
There is a little speakeasy near us that we quite enjoy, and we've become quite good friends with the lovely couple that own the place. We keep similar hours to people who own and operate nightlife spots. However due to inflation and local politics, they've decided to close down, which will be quite a blow to us as that was prime hunting grounds. It was an elegantly decorated place, full of velvet and gold and lace, and the speakeasy itself was themed around a lingerie shop, so they also sold gorgeous lingerie, kink supplies, and other adult accessories. As they're closing a bit abruptly, they had a giant closing sale today, and Lestat and I stopped in for a chat and to pick up some souvenirs.
I was speaking to the woman who ran the place and I hear behind me; "Do you think I could pull this off?" I turn around and Lestat is elbow deep in a bin of lacy lingerie. Of course my answer was something to the tune of "When has that ever stopped you before?" And the man continued shopping. And shopping. And shopping.
He brought home a giant bag stuffed full with lingerie.
And friends.....he can definitely pull it off.
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My nightmares .....
I opened my copy of The Tale of the Body Thief & immediately had to close it again because of this silly little annotation
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Wait they cancelled the funny gay vampire show and they're still producing the show we definitely do not talk about???????? No. Disapprove.
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He got a new keyboard from Maman for Christmas. His old one was loosing key sensitivity. They're not designed to hold up to preturnatual hands playing passionately.
This new keyboard still has an "Electric Harpsichord" setting. But it now has accompaniment: the "Electric violin", "electric harp", "electric bassoon" and "electric pipe organ". If you combine them you get the "Electric Symphony Orchestra from Hell".
He's using it to compose 18th century power ballads. I am either deeply in love or deeply mentally ill.
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You're impulsive. I had a mental breakdown. Not the same, Lestat.
Proud to do my part, Louis (I like to influence people to try things anyways so >:) )
Ok then. What shall I try? I need a distraction. This season is hard having just come home from my own beloved hometown. (Couldn't stay in the streets where my dear daughter once walked for the holidays. Too hard. There was an incident and I was dragged back to New York and holed up here. It's cold here and I am displeased.)
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You're welcome :3
in my case, i'm falling back into baking at the moment. I'm currently waiting on my dough to rise
I made cookies for our sweet little neighbor girl and her mother.
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I may have made too many.
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