True Aunt Very True. I Can See Rizzo The Rat In This Mixture But The Question Is Who. We Gotta Somehow

True Aunt very true. I can see Rizzo the Rat in this mixture but the question is who. We gotta somehow squeeze Kermit in there too 🤣🤣🤣

OKAY! IMPORTANT QUESTION!

If there was a Muppets version of The Lost Boys, which muppets would play which characters?

Follow up question: Who is the only one still played by a human?

More incorrect quotes! I'm gonna make this into a series I swear I am.

*Edgar and Alan after hours of interrogating Paul and Marko and getting nothing but smart assness*

Edgar: One more quip outta you and we'll shut you up!

Paul: Ooh, getting kinkyyyy!

Alan: WHAAAAT?! We aren't playing into your vile vampire kinks!

Marko: I mean, that's what it sounded like back there, you sickos!

@auntvamp I thought about you when I made this hehe

Dwayne: Paul is that all you care about? Money and applause?

Paul: And sex. For which I generally get applause

Dwayne: this bitch...

David: *looks at Marko pissed because he just slapped the shit out of Michael* Is that all you Italians know how to do scream and hit?!

Marko: No we also know how to make love and sing opera!

@luv4fandoms I'm a very big fan of your headcanon on Marko being Italian so I hope this makes you laugh! I was cracking up typing this 🤣🤣

Sneak preview of a little something I've been working on!!

First thank you to everyone who has liked my posts I greatly appreciate it!! I do not own any characters from the lost boys only my OC. With that being said please enjoy and no hate! This also ties into another Fandom but you'll have to read to find out.

~New Orleans 1923~

Vicki sat in front of the fireplace book in hand. The rain beat softly against the window pane as the yelling got louder and louder from downstairs. She rolled her eyes at the petty argument from downstairs.

No doubt her father and sister. She was more or less raised as her cousin but seeing as they were the only two females in the house they were more sisters. She sighed slightly as she now heard the voice of her fathers lover weigh into the conversation.

"Jesus Mary and Joseph what is it now?!" She asked irritated as she slams her book shut. She rises from her seat and makes her way downstairs to see what all the ruckus was about.

She walked in late to the conversation. "White girl down in Algiers. Sings torch songs with a flat no nothing ass. Been following you Uncle Les. You ain't been your careful self." Her sister snears over at Vicki's father.

"Excuse me? Your still seeing that whore? And to think you pass yourself off as cultured father." She said not even thinking about the words as she said them. She had never spoken against her father. Not in the 23 years she's been on this earth.

He snapped his head back towards his daughter. "I don't recall asking your permission ma petie. You never ask for mine when you run off with those four miscreants and spend all hours of the night. Doing only God knows what."

"I'm not the one running around on my companions either. You spout this nonsense about a hidden connection none of us can see how you and Uncle Louis are tied together as maker and created. But yet here you are." She said placing a hand on her hip as she looked int her father's cold dead eyes.

"To think... you treat Uncle Louis like this... I hate to have see how badly you would have treated my mother." And that of course had been the final straw. Vicki's mother had died in childbirth as most did bringing a half vampire half human child into the world. It was a topic that was not often discussed between the two.

He went to advance on her but was stopped. "Lestat. Enough. Everyone's on edge. Let it be before you do something you'll regret. Vicki..... go back upstairs now. Go on.." He said looking at her with pleading eyes.

Vicki shook her head. "No. No I refuse to be in the same house as him. I cant." She shook her head as she came fully down the stairs. She grabbed her coat from the rack as she looked at her father in disgust.

"And where do you think your going?" He asked. "None of your concern." "Victoria Esme De Lioncourt if you walk out that door don't bother coming back!"

And with that she was gone. Out the door as quickly as a flash of light. Tears rolled down her face as she walked down the street as rain covered her from head to toe. Through her sobs she managed to get a word out to her lovers.

'David? Marko Paul Dwayne anyone at this point?' She cried out into their link. A gruff voice finally answered. 'Come to us doll. Max has us in this townhouse the next street over.' It was Dwayne.

'I'm guessing you heard what happened?' She asked. 'I'm afraid so. David and the others are hunting so it's just me here.' He said. Her sobs got worse.

'I can't do this anymore Dwayne. I have to get away from him. It's like the more I stay the worse it gets. I don't understand.' It started getting harder and harder for her to breathe. She gasped for breath as she sobbed

'Shhh doll everything is going to be alright. Once you get here and the boys get back we're going to get everything figured out. You've got my word on that my love.'

Those words of comfort seemed to ease her soul. The tears stopped falling. Her breathing regulated the closer she got to the townhouse. It was like the thought of being in their arms took every worry in her mind away. Almost as if they never existed to begin with.

As she reached the door of the townhouse a thought came across her mind. A thought she had for a while now. One that was buried in her mind so far not even her own father could find. One he hated and yet always knew would come.

Maybe... just maybe it was time.. Victoria left her father. Left for a life of her own. A life with her mates in a California town called Santa Carla. Maybe. Just maybe.

Well?? Thoughts comments concerns? Let me know what you think!

Y/n: The nerve of those boys. Asking me out on a date. On such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it!

4:00: wallow in self pity.

4:30: stare into the abyss

5:00: solve world hunger; tell no one

5:30: jazzersice

6:30: dinner with me (I can't cancel that again!)

7:00: wallow with my self loathing

Y/n: I'm booked!