#Armand x Daniel role play
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interviewwithurmom · 9 months ago
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Potentially a long shot but I’m looking for an interview with the vampire rp!
Prefer a 21+ partner!
In EST (just to let you know, it doesn’t matter what time zone you might be in!)
I write semi-lit (specifically 1-2 paragraphs, can go longer ! No text talk)
Love ooc chat!
Interview with the vampire has been such an intense interest of mine lately I’ve been dying to rp it! (Tbh I think I read every fanfic from AO3 to fill the void) I’ve watched the movie from the 90s, the AMC show, and I’m reading the book!
As for what I’m looking for!
Daniel x Armand, I prefer Daniel but am definitely willing to be Armand.
I’m also down to explore different characters and themes!(I love talking about and exploring ships too) Even OC characters as long as it stays within this universe! While I’m looking for an mxm rp I role play as gender and sexual orientation! Down to double!
I think any timeline of them would be super fun! Would love to talk about this!
I also like to rp smut but it’s not a must! I’m okay with fade to black moments!
I can rp on here (tumblr dms) or discord!
Either Dm me or if you like this post I’ll go ahead and Dm!
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danielslaw · 2 years ago
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LOUIS OFFERING DANIEL IMMORTALITY AND ARMAND’S REACTION THE OFFER || DANIEL’S REJECTION
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armandcock · 11 days ago
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half sexy half bittersweet armandaniel scenario im ruminating on is armand asking hungry fledgling daniel to completely drain him, fuck his despondent limp body, and keep him like that for several hours. maybe all day until the next nightfall. then daniel goes out and eats two more and let’s armand revitalise himself on that. idk some kinda reverse turning “my blood is filthy and is weighing me down with all its history, drain me of it and make me yours” thing. with a sprinkle of necrophilia play for daniel. could be equally fulfilling.
also in my head this takes place post season two after they reunite, but before they properly establish themselves in a relationship. just a few hatefucks in. for weirdness. for tension. you understand
OUGHHHHHHH THIS IS SOOOOOO. yeah we all know im a sucker for a good role reversal scenario which is especially tasty for them. weirdly enough i was thinking of a similar thing earlier, armand asking daniel to drain him til he's almost but not quite dead, & then nourishing himself on daniel's blood. the hatefuck scenario is especially good because daniel is still just mad enough & armand is still self flagellating enough to actually go through & do it & maybe seeing armand so actually genuinely week & dependent on daniel... maybe it changes a few things for them!!!!!!!!! also fits well with the hungry & desperate fledgling daniel x absent dad armand trying to make up for his absence by letting daniel use his body to satiate himself ;0; ough aough... & because we've already discussed armand dadcon i think its a good take on him making daniel his new dadboyfriendowner. remaking armand in daniels image. codependency! & daniel gets to fuck armands cold & lifeless body
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lazyasexual · 8 months ago
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I’ve just spent the last day and a half reading a fanfiction and I’ve really liked it. It’s a Lesmand (Lestat x Armand) fic, based on the concept of the 2022 movie “I want you back”.
Briefly, Armand writes a play about how he got in his current relationship (with Daniel) in which Lestat (who at the moment is in a relationship with Nicolas) gets the role of the character based on Armand.
They both get dumped by their respective partners in the matter of 48h and hatch a plan to try and make the exs come back.
It’s a really nice story and I personally liked it very much; now I’m waiting for the last three chapters and can’t wait to know how it ends.
(Smut-wise it’s pretty scarce, it’s mostly romance with a lot of angst. TW: there’s, although brief, discussions of past drug abusage and past childhood abuse)
If what I said intrigued you, you can read it here:
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platoapproved · 15 days ago
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I would LOVE to see where you got the inspiration for armand performing/putting on a show! It make sense, obviously, but if you have receipts i would eat that uppp
Now is the moment when I go OH NO, there are sort of two separate moments from two fics that this might refer to? I'm assuming you mean my newer lesmand fic... Armand does do some ~performing when he's making himself bait in my 5 Times fic but that seems a little different. (Though there is the 'poor dazzled kid' moment as a receipt for that).
More under the readmore because I talk toooo muuuucccchhh:
So in even the iron still fears the rot there's this moment:
Armand began to strip, his movements too smooth to be natural. Lestat was beginning to be able to tell the difference now. Apparently, Armand liked to put on a show every bit as much as Lestat; the only difference between them was that Lestat did not pretend his artifice was anything but. Well, if Armand wanted his turn showing off, Lestat had no objections. He would play his role as audience to the hilt.
The most obvious inspiration is... you know, all the everything with fake Rashid. There were so many different ways Armand could have discreetly monitored the interview. He is the one who chose to make it a performance, and Louis even tries to explain to Daniel that 'his love ran a theatre company for x years'.
So much about how Armand carries himself seems deliberate, he's so careful in all his movements, how he walks or sits or touches things. It's pervasive to the point where moments when he is NOT being so precise (San Fran, with the huge gestures he does) really stand out.
I'm actually delighted if this was the section you were referring to, because I was TRYING (perhaps unsuccessfully) to have this be a moment that is both romantic but also a little ominous or worrying. Lestat doesn't know anything about Armand's history at this point, really. He doesn't understand the context for Armand's complicated feelings about being watched/observed/assessed while naked or getting naked. Lestat, being Lestat, assumes 'oh he is performing and Having Fun because performing is fun'.
I think Lestat and Armand are artificial but in entirely different ways? Like Armand is performing all the time because he thinks he has to and has also forgotten how to not do that. Lestat performs because it is fun and gets him attention and he loves doing it. For Armand, I think, it is an unhealthy pattern, but Lestat doesn't know him well enough by this point and just thinks it's a cute lil sexy game.
I wanted to have these moments of Lestat... reading other people (especially Armand) through the filter of his own assumptions and missing some important things. I really believe Armand is taking off his clothes in a deliberately alluring way because he just assumes that's what he's supposed to do in this situation. He's supposed to make himself as perfect an object of desire as possible, so whoever owns him at that moment will want to keep him. Lestat is just... not aware of that level of his psychology at this point.
I hope this was AT ALL interesting, lovely anon!
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allegra-writes · 1 year ago
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"Various Storms and Saints" Part II
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Armand x Daniel Molloy
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Warnings: Role play, power play, sex toys, consensual dub/non-con. Look, Armand is one kinky bastard.
Dedicated to @faerywhimsy because when one of the greatest writers of the fandom tells you they would like to read more of a certain story, you sit your ass down until midnight and GET IT DONE.
MY MASTERLIST
Daniel Molloy was too old for this shit. A short few decades ago, when he had been an intrepid reporter with too much courage and too little sense, he had never thought twice about grabbing a hammer and helping the Mauerspechte to tear down the wall, standing in front of the tanks in Iraq or sleeping inside the ruins of a dilapidated building while the bombs fell from the sky in Sarajevo. Hell, only twenty years before he had used his own body to shield a woman and her child from an angry mob in Gujarat, and it had been one of the best decisions he had ever made in his life. But now, with the big seventies biting his heels and a terminal disease prognosis, he was forced to admit maybe, just maybe, his Indiana Jones days were over. He was pretty sure he had dislocated his shoulder slamming it against the -not particularly sturdy- door, and he could feel his foot throbbing from where he had kicked the lock down. At least he had succeeded in that, even if the only reason were his trusty old Docs he had owned since the eighties and refused to throw away. He tried not to think about how pathetic it was the fact that those boots were his longest-standing relationship. 
“Doctor Du Lac? Doctor Du Lac, stay with me!” Lightly slapping the cheeks of the young man lying on the grey couch, Daniel tried to keep him awake until the paramedics arrived. He had no idea what he had been given or how much of it, had no idea if he was about to overdose or if the loss of consciousness was the intended effect of whatever it was on his system. By the way the man’s wrists were tied together and his state of undress, he could infer it was, but there was no way to be sure. All he was sure of was Dr. Louis De Pointe Du Lac had gone, was still going, through something traumatic, and it was both a mercy and a cruel trick from fate that he had programmed their date for that exact day and time, that Daniel had for once arrived somewhere a little early, just in time to stop the attack from becoming something even worse, but too late to stop it from happening altogether. 
“Mo- Molloy?” 
That was good, recognition was good. It meant his brain was working, somewhat. 
“What happened here? Do you remember anything?”
A mumble was all the reply Du Lac was capable of. Daniel had to lean until his face was mere inches away from his to be able to make out the words.
“L’estat…” Du Lac was repeating, like a litany, “l’estat, l’estat…”
Daniel cursed internally,
“I’m sorry, I can’t- I don’t speak French” He was fluid in Spanish and Italian, could manage Gujarati, Bosnian, Serbian, and even knew a few words in Ukrainian and Arabic, but French had always eluded him. Now, someone needed his help, was trying desperately to tell him something and Daniel didn’t have a clue what it might be. Taking out his phone, he quickly opened the app and recorded Du Lac’s slurred words. Maybe he would be able to figure them out later. “I’m sorry, son” 
Daniel apologized again, but Du Lac didn’t seem to resent him, on the contrary, he was holding onto Daniel’s hand with as much strength as he could, his face filling with panic when the older man went to move away to let the paramedics in, only settling down once Daniel was in his line of vision again. 
“Mister Molloy? I’m Tammy, you called 911, didn’t you?” An alarmingly young officer approached him as two METs loaded Du Lac onto a gurney. 
“Yeah, I did” Daniel replied, feeling suddenly very tired. The adrenaline kick was finally fading.
“I have to ask, did you move him? Touched anything? Did you put him on the couch?”
Daniel shook his head,
“No, that’s where he was when I managed to break in, I took the throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover him, but other than that I didn’t touch anything, didn’t want to contaminate the crime scene”
The officer smiled approvingly, Daniel tried very hard not to feel condescended. 
“Thank you, that will be very useful if the victim decides to report”
“Wait, if he decides to report?” 
The officer seemed unphased,
“Well, the department might investigate anyway or transfer the case to our SVU if we find there is enough evidence to suspect a crime, but that will have to wait until we can talk to Mister De Pointe Du Lac”
“Enough evidence to suspect a crime? Exactly what do you think this is, some BDSM shit? some role-playing gone wrong?” Daniel could almost feel his blood pressure rising,  “I heard the struggle, I had to break the god damned door! The guy was naked and tied up with zip ties for fucks sake!” he had been a queer man in the seventies, he knew what kink looked like, and this wasn’t it.
“Believe me, sir, I know how frustrating it can be, but it’s the procedure and there is nothing I can do to change it,” Her face softened, her tone turning concerned. Daniel didn’t know which one he despised more. “Now, you need to calm down. Are you feeling alright? Would you like me to tell one of the paramedics to check you out?”
Daniel shook his head again, biting his tongue so as not to bark at her that he was old, not decrepit. Fucking useless cops.
“Is there anyone you want me to call, maybe a family member? To come pick you up?”
With narrowed eyes, Daniel informed the officer that he was perfectly capable of making his own way home, thank you very much. As it was, if anybody back home found out what he had been up to, he would have enough hell to pay without an alarming call from the police. 
Luckily for him, when Daniel arrived, he found the apartment empty, all the lights out, and a dirty coffee cup still on the counter, letting him know no one had been home since morning. Thank god for the small mercies, Daniel thought as he settled in his office, hoping to grade some papers for his university job, the one that actually paid the bills. Well, his bills anyway. However, he didn’t manage to read more than a handful of essays before the bell interrupted him.
“Aayat is that you? You lost your keys again-" Daniel stopped short in the middle of his sentence as he opened his front door, uncomprehending. 
There, standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at him with huge Bambi eyes, was not his daughter as he had expected, but him. 
Dressed casually in dark jeans, a vintage Loyola University sweatshirt, and black sneakers with red soles that betrayed their price tag, stood Armand Ahmedov, looking for all the world like the ordinary, everyday TA Daniel knew he wasn't. 
There was nothing ordinary about that boy, not his lustrous black curls, nor his perfect golden brown skin, and definitely not his Caravaggio angel face. Armand was too pretty and too brilliant to be anything but trouble. 
“Good evening, Professor Molloy” He greeted, overly formal, making Daniel frown.
“Armand, I’m not in the mood for-”
“Please, professor” The boy insisted, undeterred by Daniel’s sour face, “This will only take a minute”
Somehow, Daniel doubted that. He let him in anyway. 
It was a somewhat awkward walk through the apartment and back into his office, though Daniel had no reason to be nervous. At least not yet. Decorum mandated that he sat at his desk, so he did exactly that. But Armand came to a stop before it, eyes still fixed on Daniel. Sighing, the old men motioned at the chair in front of him, then and only then Armand took his seat.
“So, mister Ahmedov, I assume this isn’t a social visit…”
Armand had the decency to look embarrassed,
“It isn’t, and I apologize, both for the late hour and for inconveniencing you in your home.” Yeah, right, Daniel thought. Yet he couldn’t deny that watching the normally stoic young man, proud to the point of arrogance, fidget anxiously with the sleeves of his too-big sweatshirt was kind of endearing. 
“As I’m sure you noticed, I haven't turned in the last homework you assigned us yet…”
“No extensions” Daniel shot back automatically, “That’s the rule. A deadline is a deadline”
Armand blushed. He honest to god blushed.
“A- actually, between my other assignments and my job at the paper, I don’t think I’ll be able to do it at all”
Daniel scoffed,
“So what are you doing here? Do you expect me to just give you the credits for free?”
Armand gulped, lowering his eyes, suddenly unable to meet Daniel’s.
“Not… not for free, professor” He stammered, “I… I could make it up to you”
“I… what?”
The young brunet took a deep breath, seemingly gathering his courage before raising from his chair and rounding the desk. Instinctively, Daniel turned his chair toward him.
“I can make it up for you, professor” Armand repeated more firmly, letting his fingertips caress the dark mahogany of the desk. Daniel couldn’t help but zero on the movement. “Anything you want me to, I’ll do it”
“Armand…”
“I’ve noticed the way you look at me, professor” Armand interrupted his attempt at protesting, “The way your eyes linger on me, the way they trace my movements in the classroom. I like it. I like your attention on me”
Now that Daniel did not doubt. If it was something Armand seemed to thrive on, was attention. 
But Daniel wasn’t that kind of man. He had never fantasized about sleeping with a student, in fact, he felt a deep disdain for those in the faculty who did get involved with a student. Even when all parts involved were adults, he could never get over the ick factor of it all.
“Listen, Armand-” He tried again, but the boy stepped forwards, boldly taking hold of Daniel’s knees and separating them to make room as he fell to his knees, and the little voice of conscience in Daniel’s head fell silent.
“I can make it good for you, professor” Armand’s voice coaxed, softly making its way to Daniel’s ears, muffled by his own blood racing inside his veins, not exactly in the direction of his head, “Let me make it good for you…”
Daniel shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. It was wrong and it was twisted, it was the lowest, the most despicable way of taking advantage of someone. 
And he wanted it. 
Looking down at the big doe eyes of the boy kneeling between his legs, Daniel realized he wanted it. 
"Please, Professor Molloy" Armand pleaded, perfect little mouth puckered into a pout. The little shit, "I want you to do it. I want you to use me"
There was a beat, then two, as Daniel tried to get hold of the meager strands of his feeble self-control. And then he lounged.
Bending almost in half, Daniel crashed his mouth against Armand’s hot and moist one, plunging his tongue into it at once in a hungry, messy kiss. Armand offered no resistance, letting the older man ravage his mouth to his heart's content, only breaking the kiss when the need for oxygen forced him to. Emboldened by Daniel’s response, Armand went for the button of his slacks, but Daniel got hold of his wrists, stopping him.
“Professor, what’s wrong?” 
Fuck, he sounded so young, so vulnerable. It made Daniel want to wreck him. 
“You thought it would be so easy, didn’t you? That you’d walk into my house, begging all pretty, then suck my cock and I would give you an A, just like that?”
Armand frowned in confusion,
“I- I thought…”
“Get up” 
“But-”
“Now!” Daniel commanded with as much authority as he could muster with a raging hard-on tenting his pants. The young TA scrambled to obey. Daniel noticed with satisfaction that he was sporting a bulge in his pants of his own. 
“On the desk” He leaned back, making room for Armand to sit in front of him, “Legs open”
Daniel would be lying if he said it didn’t send a little thrill through him, to see the beautiful boy do as he was told, even going as far as placing his palms flat on the desk at either side of him, submissively, waiting to see what Daniel would do next. 
He decided that what he wanted to do next was indulge. 
“Take your sweatshirt off” Before the words were done leaving Daniel’s mouth, the boy’s maroon sweater and t-shirt were on the floor. Apparently, Armand was a very good boy. Who would have thought?
Of course, that was Daniel’s last coherent thought for a couple of minutes, the amount of bronze skin exposed enough to cause eighty-six billion neurons to go out of commission.
“Fuck, you truly are pretty”
Armand’s whole demeanor changed, softening somehow. Relaxing. And Daniel was rewarded with a deep, tender kiss. A sensuous affair of tongues sliding against each other, neither dominating nor dominated, kissing for the sake of kissing, for the sake of sucking the boy’s plush lower lip into his mouth and feeling his silky soft curls between his fingers, of coaxing those delicious sighs and little whines out of his throat. It whetted Daniel's appetite till he was ready to devour. 
With an oh-so-gentle shove to Armand’s shoulder, Daniel laid him back on his cluttered desk like a feast, knocking over pens and papers and even his goddamned laptop. Nothing mattered to him more than the boy with the sun-kissed skin currently under him, moaning sweetly as Daniel bit bruises down his neck. It was a herculean effort to part from Armand long enough to tear those criminally tight jeans from his body, getting briefly tangled in his red soles before brute strength alone forced them to hit the floor with a thud, one after the other. The kid had committed to the role, Daniel had to give him that: The lack of underwear was somewhat expected, but to see him like that, to see Armand’s skin smooth, clean shaved everywhere, well… there was something so lewd, something so dirty about it, whatever was left of Daniel’s feeble self-control snapped. He gave Armand no warning, no chance of bracing himself before taking his entire length into his mouth, swallowing him whole, relishing in the wordless scream he let out.
Armand’s cock was long, all of him was, and so thick that, even if he relaxed his throat and breathed through his nose, Daniel had no chance of getting any air into his lungs unless he retreated a little. Armand didn’t seem to mind though, clutching at the edges of the desk so hard his knuckles were white, looking at Daniel through big, wet dark eyes.
“Pro- professor…” 
Daniel smoothed a soothing, possessive touch down the boy’s sides, his ribs, his bony hipbones, before pinning them down to the wood, and starting to bob his head up and down, letting the mushroom head of Armand’s dick hit the back of his throat, swallowing around it on every other stroke. Those were efficient movements, designed to get the boy off as quickly and hard as possible. Professional movements perfected in dirty bathroom bars and dark alleyways during the seventies; Armand, experienced, proud, and worldly as he was, didn’t stand a chance. It took no time at all for his eyes to shut and hips to spasm, trying in vain to buck blindly into the mouth that never faltered, never went faster, but simply knew exactly just how to extract the pleasure out of him in the most economical way. The boy came with a shout, nearly causing Daniel to choke, little strings of milk white dripping down Armand’s cock even as Daniel chased them with his tongue. No one could say Daniel Molloy didn’t clean up his messes.
Once he was done, he didn’t waste any time in niceties, flipping up the dazed young man and manhandling him until he was bent over the desk, his chest against the cool wood and ass up in the air. Armand was much too tall for his feet to dangle over the floor, but he was too surprised and disoriented to find purchase on it anyway. It wasn’t until Daniel took his wrists and secured them to the small of his back with one of his pale, wrinkled hands that the boy started to struggle. Daniel released him, jumping back as if he had been electrocuted.
“Babe? Shit, are you ok?” When Armand didn’t reply at once, Daniel stepped around, ignoring his ancient, stiff knees as he lowered himself directly into Armand’s line of view. 
To his surprise, his lover’s face, far from distressed, was smiling pleasantly, almost peacefully. However, it wasn’t entirely reassuring, Daniel himself was well acquainted with that hazy limbo, where the body felt floaty and the world blurry, and nothing that happened to him felt a hundred percent real. He knew how important it was the other person was completely conscientious not to cross any limit or betray your trust, even unintentionally, in such a vulnerable state.
“Babe, come back to me,” He demanded, snapping his fingers in Armand’s face, “tell me your color. I need you to tell me what is your color…”
That seemed to do the trick, his boy’s eyes slowly focusing on him, 
“Green, Daniel. My color is green” He replied in an almost bored, mildly annoyed tone. Yup, his Armand was back alright, “consensual non-consent is something we agreed upon before, remember? My color is still very green”
“Right. Sorry, just checking”
Armand rose to his elbows.
“I appreciate your attentiveness,” he reassured his husband, “now shut up, and fuck me”
“Aye, aye, boss” 
Just like that, Daniel slid back into character. Flattening his palm between Armand’s shoulders, he shoved him onto the desk again, letting his hand trail down all the way to his ass, where he grabbed handfuls of both cheeks on each of his hands, parting them to get a look at Armand’s tight little hole. 
And he was pretty sure he almost had a heart attack. 
There, resting between Armand's muscular buttocks, designed to be completely unnoticed under the clothes, rested an elongated stripe of silver metal, with a clear shiny stone right where Armand’s entrance would be. If Daniel had to take a guess, he'd bet the stone was real. Leave it to Armand to come to him wearing a diamond-encrusted buttplug. 
“Jesus fucking Christ” Daniel muttered, feeling light-headed, to horny too even stand straight, “You’re going to be the death of me”
“Don’t say that, beloved” Armand protested, breaking character, “I would never do anything to hurt you”
“Hmmm… is that so?” Hooking his pointer and middle fingers on the little handle of Armand’s toy, Daniel pretended to consider his words, “And what would you do for me? What would you do for your dear professor?”
A long, pitiful sob left Armand’s lips as Daniel started to slide the toy in and out, slowly, fucking him with it. But he arched like a cat, offering his hole up, encouraging the professor to keep going. 
“Anything” He finally moaned, “anything”
“Will you let me fuck this pretty little ass raw?”
Armand seemed to hesitate before replying, a little shakily,
“Yes, Professor Molloy”
“Very well then” Daniel played with the plug just a few more seconds before taking it all the way off and tossing it away somewhere into the shadows of the office. Then, he made a show of taking off his belt and unzipping his pants as unhurried and loudly as possible, savoring the anticipation, the growing tension in the boy's locked muscles. 
"Lube?"
"Jeans' pocket"
Daniel slicked himself up and then squirted a generous amount of the viscous liquid straight onto Armand’s crack, watching the boy flinch a little at the coolness of it. Holding onto the boy’s hipbone, he lined his cock with his fluttering hole and pushed inside.
It was tight. Real fucking tight. Deliberately so, Daniel was sure of it. Armand was very well acquainted with his exact girth, there was no way he had chosen the wrong-sized plug by accident. Taking a steading breath, gritting his teeth, he undulated his hip, burying himself just a little deeper, but Armand’s body jerked forwards, instinctively scrambling away from the burning of the intrusion.
“Oh, no you won’t” Daniel breathed out, draping himself over the younger man’s back, letting the weight of his body trap Armand against the smooth, cold wood of the desk, “Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? You did this on purpose. You want it to hurt, you want to feel my big fat prick tear you apart…” The sweet, chaste kiss he planted on Armand’s shoulder somehow felt more perverse than anything they had been doing, “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy knows just how to give it to you”
Holding onto the boy’s shoulder for leverage, Daniel pushed in again, slow but inescapable, reclaiming the meager inches Armand had managed to gain back, muffling the boy’s cries with his lube-wet hand. Giving himself completely over to his dirty old man character, Daniel soothed mockingly into Armand’s ear,
"Relax, baby. It'll get better the more I fuck you"
He continued the corkscrew movements of his hips, even as Armand trashed beneath him, trying in vain to find the edge of the desk with his hands, wether to hold onto for leverage to dislodge Daniel off his back or simply to ground himself, Daniel didn’t know nor took the chance to find out. Soon as he was finally flush to the boy’s perky little ass, he withdrew, only to slam back in. There was nothing Armand could really do to fight him anyway, pinned as he was between his lover and the expensive mahogany he was staining with his sweat and his spit, falling from his parted lips as he was speared over and over by Daniel’s cock.
"Fuck… feels so good… could fuck this tight little ass for hours…" He was laying it in in earnest now, rocking the boy back and forth with the violence of his thrusts, knocking whatever stationery was left on his workspace over. Armand’s sobs had changed their pitch, his lover no longer able to hide the pleasure he was feeling at Daniel’s assault. 
"Yes, just like that, scream my name… you sound as pretty as any whore…" 
The moan that escaped Armand’s mouth at the name-calling was obscene. Daniel loved it.
"You like that, don't you?.. You like being my little whore, want daddy to use you till you're sore…" He reached under Armand then, hand wrapping around his still semi-soft cock, making him jump. Daniel chuckled darkly, "To sensitive, baby? Is it too much?" 
Armand buckled his hips but there was no escape for him, if he moved forward he jerked himself on Daniel’s hand, if he moved back, he only impaled himself further on his cock. Daniel never relented, never slowed his rhythm even as the boy started to shake, but he did offered a way out,
"You know what to say if you want it to stop…" He panted against Armand’s curls, "just say the word and it's over… What is-fuck… What is your color?"
"Green!" Armand yelled, grinding back to meet Daniel thrust for thrust, "greengreengreen… so green! Harder… Master, fuck me harder, please!" 
Daniel cursed. Armand had never used that word before. It was obvious something had unlocked inside his husband, he was quivering and mewling under him, hand searching back for something. Daniel grabbed it, interlocking their fingers as he started milking Armand’s cock, fucking him as hard and fast as he was able to. Armand went limp under him, melting into the desk, moaning with abandon, clenching around Daniel’s cock in time with the movements of his hand on his own dick. 
"You want it harder baby?.. " Daniel was barely coherent himself, too caught up in the feeling of Armand’s velvety heat around every inch of his cock, the perfect friction sending shock after shock of white hot pleasure through his old, frayed nerves. It was pure animal instinct, the way he shoved one of Armand’s knees up on the desk, changing the angle so he could shove himself deeper, tearing a new wave of cries out of his boy. His hand went still, simply cupping Armand’s dick, protecting it from getting smashed against the wood, but it didn’t matter, the back and forth movement of his thrusts providing enough stimulation as the bulbous head of his cock hit Armand’s prostate over and over again. 
"That's it… come for me… come with me taking you like this… Fuck, Armand!.. So perfect, taking my cock so deep… Wanna fill you up… wanna come so deep I'll be spilling out of you for days…" 
The dirty talk seemed to finally drive Armand over the edge, his muscles locking up, whole body tensing up, squeezing Daniel’s cock so tight it physically hurt. It was too much for the old man, who couldn't help but burst at the pressure, coming so hard, his vision went black for a few seconds. He collapsed on his lover’s back, gasping for air as Armand seemed to do the same. 
"That was…"
"Yeah"
"I'm…" Daniel trailed off, making Armand chuckle. The older man closed his eyes, thinking he could die happy like that, with Armand’s laugh vibrating through his chest. 
"I know, beloved. I know."
On shaking arms, Daniel lifted himself away from his husband’s body, but didn't make it very far, collapsing on the chair closest to him. Armand let out a little displeased noise at the loss of his lover’s warmth and weight. He rose immediately, on what Daniel was proud to notice, also very unsteady legs, just so he could go climb on his lap. 
Daniel’s arms wrapped around him instantly, a reflex at that point, nothing felt as natural to him as having Armand in his arms anymore. 
Burying his nose on the dark curls, he inquired,
"Are you ok, babe?"
The brunet on his lap laughed softly. 
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Need I remind you that this was my idea?"
"And how long exactly did you have this idea?" Daniel hummed thoughtfully, "Is this what you thought about in class? Me railing you on that desk?"
"In front of the entire class," Armand confirmed, unashamed, "but you didn't even look at me twice"
"That's bullshit and you know it," Daniel protested. Armand had made sure he noticed him, antagonizing him at every turn, challenging his every teaching, "But you're right, I would never had allow myself to think about one of my students like that" 
Even after Armand stopped being one of his students, Daniel didn’t dare to think of him like that, to even dream he could have this with him. He had been attracted, of course, he had eyes and Armand was fucking gorgeous. But even after an entire summer of coffee sharing and debating about everything from the possibility of life after death to war, from the physiology of morality, to alien life and the fucking Fibonacci sequence, it had taken Armand crowding him against a wall in a deserted museum after hours, blindsiding him with a kiss that stole all of his breath away, for him to understand that the beautiful young man was trying to date him. 
Of course, Daniel had been completely his after that. 
"You made me wait so long, my beloved…" Armand complained, whiny and sulky. Daniel didn’t even try to resist the impulse to bite that pout off his lips.
"Hmmm but I made it worth your while after that, didn’t I?" He countered after they broke apart, nuzzling at the bronze skin of his husband’s neck. Armand retaliated by trading his long fingers through Daniel’s soft silver curls, nails scratching pleasantly at the sensitive skin of his scalp.
"That you did, lover mine. That you did…" After a couple of minutes went by without Daniel replying, he looked down. "Daniel, are you falling asleep?" 
"No, of course not" The older man lied, opening his eyes for good measure. Armand did not buy it.
"You know, we have a perfectly good bed, one with a bespoke mattress that won't leave your back feeling sore in the morning…" 
"Don't wanna move just yet" Daniel half explained, half decided, tightening his grip around Armand to stop him from moving either, "comfy now"
His husband sighed in fond exasperation, 
"Fine. But only five more minutes."
"Aye, aye, boss" 
The last thing Daniel saw before closing his eyes, was Armand’s besotted smile. yb
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Wait as someone who loves dm I’ve noticed the vast majority of fics are from Daniel’s pov. I never thought anything of it but you’re right, out of the main four Daniel is by far the easiest to write.
Also do you think there’ll be a surge of fan content for lesmand or nickistat the way there was for dm after s2 or will the fact that they’re not endgame deter people?
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Yeah, Daniel's definitely got the easiest voice to write, haha. It's a result of being both the audience insert and being a relatively modern character? Lestat, Louis and Armand are all men out of time and that absolutely affects how they're written, to say nothing of them picking up affects from living in different countries and contexts. You don't really have any of that with Daniel (yet), which makes him a lot easier to write.
As for fan content, I definitely think there will be for Armand and Lestat. Their dynamic is a lot of fun in a way we haven't reallllly gotten to see yet on the show, and I think there'll probably be a surge of Paris-era fanwork in particular? I feel like there was even an uptick of it after SDCC when people got to see Sam and Assad interacting more, and given Armand is such a big part of Lestat's story in TVL, it makes sense that that will probably translate to more art and fic.
As for Lestat x Nicki, I think it's really going to depend? Nicki's such a tragic character, and the role he plays in Lestat's life is always going to be soaked in grief. I feel like sometimes fandoms love that, and sometimes they don't? Honestly, I think a lot of it will probably come down to Sam and Joseph's chemistry, because we didn't really get to see that in 2.03.
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Armand/flower imagery is THE unsung OTP of vc 🥹 there’s so much of it throughout the whole series. I’ve also been thinking about how Anne repeatedly compared him to female mythological creatures. Lestat and his “succubus” comparison immediately comes to mind of course (Anne could’ve easily had Lestat call him an incubus, the male counterpart, but she went with the female version), but also there’s Daniel saying Armand had pursued him the cunning of a “harpy” during the early stages of their relationship. So you have flowers, female demons/monsters/mythical creatures and that one red headed robot(?) lady who served as her original inspiration for Armand. Character of all time fr xoxo DA ❤️
DA! 🥹🌺🌸 I missed you (even though the fault is purely mine for purposely scaling back on Tumblr and not really posting much of anything to respond to lately, haha).
I don't think it's much of a confession if I say I'm never not thinking about Lestat referring to Armand as a succubus! Right, the distinction there with the gendered form is interesting to me as well and I got curious on the exact etymology because while Anne might have been all over the place in some regards, I do think she was very intentional when it came to mythology and overall symbolism in her work. And either way whether you take it seriously or not, it's just fun to think about!
So, aside from the obvious gender difference between male and female — incubus in itself is defined as and derived from:
"imaginary being or demon, credited with causing nightmares, and, in male form, consorting with women in their sleep," c. 1200, from Late Latin incubus (Augustine), from Latin incubo "nightmare, one who lies down on (the sleeper)," from incubare "to lie upon" (see incubate). X
Now compare that to succubus:
late 14c., alteration (after incubus, giving a masc. form to a word generally felt as of female meaning) of Late Latin succuba "strumpet," applied to a fiend (generally in female form) having sexual connection with men in their sleep, from succubare "to lie under," from assimilated form of sub "under" (see sub-) + cubare "to lie down" (see cubicle). X
Let's be clear, Lestat—proud, powerful, and apprehensive as he is during this meeting with Armand—is in no way, shape, or form going to be laying beneath anybody. It's subtle because both incubi and succubi do take advantage of their victims, but at least within the word itself, one positions the demon beneath and not above.
Fun, right?
Harpy is something to think about too! Literally a terrifying creature that carried its victims off of the face of the Earth, never to be heard from again. Yikes. Wonder if Daniel's family ever heard from him again aside from those checks going out... Oops.
Robot lady, my beloved! Moira Shearer in The Tales of Hoffman (1951). Anne did say this as far as her having served as an inspiration for Armand:
[...] there was a companion to Hoffman who had beautiful red hair and was very angelic. The character was played by a woman, but as a child, I don't remember realizing that it was a woman. I remember the character as a transcendent person, and I thought it was Hoffman's guardian angel.
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Very strange, very beautiful, very Armand.
And one last thing since we're already speaking of 'guardian angels' and I can never resist this quote:
"You're looking for trouble again," he [Armand] went on, in the same slow manner, without anger or meanness. "The whole wide world isn't enough for you and never will be. This time I thought I'd try to speak to you before the wheel turns."
"Aren't you the most thoughtful of guardian angels?" I said sarcastically.
"Yes, I am," he said without so much as blinking. ~ Lestat, MtD
Armand, once again taking on the role of Lestat's guardian angel.
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psychopersonified · 1 year ago
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Building on my theory about Rashid (based on recent developments, if you haven’t read it, it’s on Twitter, or X or whatever it’s called). Hear me out before you flame me!
Maybe originally Armand was away and wasn’t going to be away for a bit. Louis was planning to do the interview and Real!Rashid was doing all the boring logistics and arrangements including the correspondence with Daniel.
Perhaps Armand was at the Night Island overseeing stuff when he gets wind of what Louis is planning and returns just in time.
Daniel’s already on they way. That’s why they can’t change the name. That’s why Armand had to play Rashid so he could watch over events.
That would also answer some of the questions about why Armand would let this interview happen in the first place if he thinks it was a suic1de plan.
That’s why he looks so put upon.
He serves a God. It’s an honour to serve. Is that a mantra to himself more than anything as his patience for the charade wears thin? “Will these troubles never cease?” Wasn’t that the Latin comment at the end of Ep 6?
“Love of my life” was said to Armand and not for Daniel’s benefit, but an unspoken apology from Louis to Armand for putting him through this.
Also, which god - Lestat lost in his wanderings, is he Akasha’s right hand man at this time? Or does he already have the core?
That’s why now that cat is out of the bag, Louis looks like a chastised child in the trailer…
Armand has told him repeatedly that this won’t end well. He will have an outburst. He isn’t ready for this. But Daniel is dying - the diagnosis has wound the clock. If Louis doesn’t do it now, he won’t get the chance.
In effect, Armand is playing the role of David in Merrick. Dissuading him from doing what is ultimately self-harm, but is ultimately unable to stop events. Daniel is playing the role of Merrick - connecting Louis to Claudia again via the diaries. Daniel will aid and abet thinking it’s what’s best for Louis, thinking what we’re all thinking - that Armand is the bad guy here, but will come to regret it when things conclude with the inevitable.
No imma go wild here, brace yourself 🫨 Stop ✋ HERE if you don’t want to go down this rabbit hole with me….
Louis does what he does, but per “Merrick” it’s incomplete. They (Daniel & Armand) with the help of Dr Fareed keep Louis’ immolated body safe in ‘stasis’. Daniel is wrecked with guilt, also like everyone who’s come into contact with Louis, has fallen for the tragic figure - sufficiently seduced by the tale!
Tables flip - Initially against it, Armand now desperately wants the book published. Daniel per above, agrees. They rush the book out in record time, hoping to get Lestat’s attention. Maybe they’ve changed the lore in this series, no point to bring Louis back if he comes back as a mindless revenant. Only Lestat can tell if Louis is still in there… drumroll pls 🥁 🥁 🥁 …via the shared bond, the unseen chord…. 🫨
Super chuffed with this theory. Feel free to poke holes or run with it. 🤭
Usual disclaimers apply: not book compliant … yadda, yadda. Doesn’t align with your view, sure, move on. Nothing I say will change what’s already filmed/written, no need for 🔥. Let your hair down, live a little, speculate out of your comfort zone, this is all just for fun. Last of all, it’s FICTION.
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i-want-my-iwtv · 2 years ago
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I heard from some pretty reliable sources that they've gender swapped the role of Armand in the new tv series. What do you think about this possibility that Armand has been cast female?
REALLY? 👀
Well, I admit I’m not the biggest Armand fan, so I just hope he/she is also aged up, since we have an aged up Daniel, and I’d rather not see fights about a problematic age gap 😂 Other than that, I have no other expectations. 
Sorry to redirect, and I meant to mention this earlier, but must have forgotten? The last I heard, Alex Garfin was being considered for the role. And I like him!
Alex Garfin re: his character Jordan Kent, son of Superman: “I wanted to be able to show that this character was not the mental illness. That it was a color used on the painting and not the entire field and I think that is why people somehow identify with him in a lot of ways. We see him start out at one of the lowest points of his life." [X] That sounds very Armand to me, really. 
So I like the idea that Alex has played someone with neurodivergence, bc some fans headcanon Armand that way.
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allegras-sunflower · 5 years ago
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AMC IWTV:
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Nibbles (Armand x Daniel Molloy, fluff, cat fic)
Love bites (Armand x Daniel Molloy, Daniel's daughter walks into him and Armand having sex. Cracky, funny, spicy. Slightly NSFW)
We are never getting back together (Loustat, Armand x Daniel Molloy, crack, humor with a touch of fluff and vandalism against Lestat's hair)
The Vampire at Mary’s (Lestat x Daniel Molloy, smut, vampire bites, Lestat as Daniel’s maker, NSFW)
Of Love and Other (over the counter) Drugs (Armand x Daniel Molloy, sick fic, domestic fluff, crack)
The Adventures of Baby Claudia
Baby Claudia and The Vampires (Loustat, baby fic, fluff, human au, rockstar!Lestat, New)
Teething Troubles (domestic fluff, humor, playground shenanigans, Claudia bites people, New)
First word (Lestat and Louis fight to be Claudia’s first word)
Claimed Series:
The Claim (Armand x Daniel Molloy, smut, semi-public sex, PWP, seriously just pure filth NSFW)
The Reeling (Daniel remembers)
The Affair (Prequel. Daniel runs, Armand finds him. Unethical smut ensues. Very NSFW)
The Aftermath part I (Daniel is dying, Armand needs to make a decision)
Part II (Daniel wakes up as a vampire)
Part III (The inevitable end. Smut, rough sex, dirty talk, very NSFW)
The Lesson (somnophilia, rape/non-con elements, minor character death, threesome, kinda. Very NSFW)
The green-eyed monster (Daniel discovers jealousy. Armand takes it better than expected. NSFW for vampire sex and general horniness. New)
Various Storms and Saints Series:
Part I (all human, loustat modern day, criminal au. Rough sex, consensual non-con, knife kink, VERY NSFW)
Part II (armandaniel/ the devil's minion, role play, power play, rough sex, consensual dub/non-con. VERY NSFW. New)
And They Were Roommates Series:
Part I: The Roomie (armandaniel/ the devil's minion, crack, humor, fluff, all human, college au)
Part II: The Saboteur (loustat, Lestat having a crush on EVERYONE, Louis being infinitely patient and wise)
The Grishaverse:
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Grisha don't get sick (modern setting, fluff, blurb. Can be read as Darklina or Darkling x reader)
Can I keep you? (Kaz Brekker x Reader, soulmate AU, fluff)
Just mortal (Darkling x Reader, post Rule of Wolves... Kinda. Aleksander being his dramatic self, fluff)
Plan B (Darkling x Reader, plotting and manipulation, the darkling might actually be outplotted this time)
Upside down soy iced caramel macchiato (Darkling x Reader, coffee shop au, Aleksander the simp, Ivan the long suffering, fluff)
Untouchable (Kaz Brekker x Reader, smutty)
Eat me, Drink me (Halloween special, darkfic, Aleksander Morozova x Billy Russo x Reader threesome, non-con, NSFW)
Like real people do (Halloween special, Aleksander Morozova x Reader, haunting, fluffy, just a tiny bit creepy)
Sleeping Beauty (Darklina Darkfic, non consensual somnophilia, breeding kink, NSFW)
Starstruck (Modern AU, Actor!Aleksander Morozova x Reader, size kink, NSFW)
Logan Delos:
Ex Machina (Logan x Reader, darkfic, knife play, non-con but not really, NSFW)
Marvel Cinematic Universe:
Matt Murdock
Begin again (Matt x Reader, first date, first kiss, fluff, new)
Vigilante shit coming soon
Billy Russo:
Ghosted (angst, break-up fic, drunk calling but make it drunk breaking and entering)
The Pretender (SAB/The Punisher crossover, Billy Russo x Alina Starkov, NSFW)
Good in Bed (jealous Billy, spanking, rough sex, size kink, blurb, NSFW)
Asshole's first Halloween ( Halloween fic, Billy Russo & Asshole the cat fluff, humour)
Eat me, Drink me (darkfic, vampire twins Billy and Aleksander, non-con, threesome, NSFW)
Itsy bitsy Spider (Black Widow!Reader, spicy, unresolved sexual tension)
Bloody Butterflies (Halloween special, darkfic, succubus!Reader, NSFW)
Shelter from the storm (blurb, fluff, cuddling for warmth, office romance, love confessions)
"Sanctuary" Trilogy
Being a sister to a sociopath like Krista Dumont isn't easy. Until a stranger knocks your door in the middle of the night and things get way more fun... NSFW
"Hopeless Romantic" Series
Dark!Billy, NSFW, Canon typical violence
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Loki/Tom Hiddleston:
Fearless (Loki x Reader, fix-it, fluffy)
About You (Tom Hiddleston x Reader, friends to lovers, fluff)
On the Balcony (Tom Hiddleston x Reader, semi-public sex, NSFW)
Peter Parker: (requests closed)
Series:
Take me home (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, complete)
Fireproof (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader, complete)
Fine Line (Peter Parker x SHIELD agent!Reader)
Bad Together Discontinued
Mercy On Hiatus
Blurbs and One-shots:
Willow (Peter Parker x Villain!Reader, songfic, fluff)
You & I (Peter Parker x Reader, angst with happy ending, fluff)
Stargazing (what it says on the thin. Fluff)
Dating Peter Parker would include
Peter Parker Cute Alphabet
Peter Parker NSFW Alphabet (NSFW)
Lab partners (Stark!Reader, Fluff, your typical Field trip to Stark industries fic)
Not so good at sneaking around (Stark!Reader, Fluff and humor, Teen and up)
Change your ticket (NSFW, Stark!Peter x Reader, implied Dom!Peter)
Just say "yes" (Fluff, Marriage proposal)
One of The Boys (Fluff and humor)
Bratty b**** (NSFW, Dom!Peter, dub-con but not really, roleplay)
Black Magic Girl (NSFW, Dom!Peter, sex under a spell so dubcon)
The Intervention (Stark!Reader, meddling dad!Tony, first kiss, fluff)
Blind Date (Valentine's day fic, coffee shop au, fluff)
Small talk (NSFW, slight bondage, Dom/sub undertones)
De do do do, de da da da (ALL THE FLUFF)
Halloween Special (darkfics)
We Suck Young Blood (NSFW Threesome: dark!Peter parker x dark!Harley Keener x Reader)
La Danse Macabre (NSFW Peter Parker x reader)
Reptile (NSFW, dark!Steve Rogers x Reader)
Season of the witch: Halloween Special vol. 2
Yandere!Peter headcanon (dark!Peter Parker, NSFW)
The girl in white (Arvin Russell x reader, NSFW)
The uninvited (vampire!Tom Holland x Reader)
Bloodletting (Mob!Harrison Osterfield x Reader, dark, non-con, character death, NSFW)
Biting down (Tom Holland x Vampire!Reader, NSFW)
Lullaby (dark!Peter, yandere, dub/non-con, NSFW
Miscellaneous:
Revenge is a dish best served vibrating (Natasha & Yelena, siblings being siblings, crack)
Living proof (Stark!Reader, Fluff, Father- daugther relationship)
Going to California (Arvin Russell x Reader, smutty)
Get Gone (Cherry x Reader, angst. Based on a true story)
Heartfelt (bar musician!Harry Styles x bartender!Reader, fluff with a tiny bit of angst, Valentine's day fic)
Harrison Osterfield Masterlist
Tom Holland Masterlist
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caravaggiovagabond · 5 years ago
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ABC’S of Armand
A) Their full name: Armand. The rest isn’t important.
B) Age: 538, turned at 17
C) Height: 5′2″
C1: Hair color: auburn
C2: Eye Color: brown
C3: Build: petit, slender, verging on feminine
D) Pronouns: he/him
E) Species: vampire
F) Favourite beverage and/or meal: now it’s blood, of course. When he was a human... just about everything he could get his hands on.
G) Hobbies and favourite pastimes: cinematography, photography, study of anatomy, attending auctions, illicit dealings, observing new technology and inventions, trading and bargaining, mutilation
H) Something they’re exceptionally good at: persuasion 
I) 2 things they really enjoy: watching new movie releases and making a lot of money very quickly
J) 2 things they’re not really fond of: belligerence and superhero movies
L) Their favorite kind of weather: mild and rainy
M) A few interesting facts about them: both his earlobes are pierced, he’s surprisingly flexible (he can do a crab-stand and the splits but only Daniel knows that), his most frequently worn brand is Chanel, he trades out his cars frequently and at the moment he favours his Maserati Ghibli (matte black finish), he never quite lost his jumbled European accent, he enjoys reading medical journals, he was good ‘friends’ with Oscar Wilde during his decline (and helped him on his way a little), he’s tried every drug known to man, and he’s a fully trained mortician. 
N) Favorite movie or music genre: movies - foreign indie cinema, music - classical, swing, indie-rock
O) What’s their dream profession? Either a surgeon or a politician.
P) Is there something or someone they cannot stand? Some things that he can’t stand would include disrespect, mess, chaos, naivety... They’re all residual traits from his past. As both a coven master and a director, they were all things that he couldn’t stand for if he wanted to remain in control, as has been required of him for much of his life. As for someone -- he rarely feels deep emotion towards any other individual, including hatred, but he has a general disregard for most with the exception of a very select few.
Q) Did they do something extremely dangerous at some point in their life? Um. How long have you got...? He lived a very devil-may-care lifestyle in Venice, namely seducing Lord Harlech. Being in a relationship with a vampire who was a billion years his senior who also happened to have purchased him was probably also a bit dodgy, in retrospect. 
R) Is there something they wish they could do/achieve but can’t? He has a vague curiosity regarding how he would have looked if he was given the time to mature. He also wishes he could remember more from his mortal childhood in Kiev, especially small details and personal memories. 
S)  Is there something in their life they regret? He will never not hold himself responsible to some degree for the deaths of his brothers at the hands of the cult. 
T)  Do they have any siblings? Family? Loved ones? He could well have an illegitimate bloodline out there somewhere as a result of his days in Venice, but it is unlikely. He has his maker, Marius, his fledgling, Daniel, and he accepts some degree of familial bond between himself and Sybelle and Benji. His feelings for Santino are very complex, but there is some semblance still there of his impact as a mentor or guardian.
U)  Are they a morning or night person? Night person, by nature.
V) Do they have a pet? What kind? If not, what kind of pet would they want? Armand and animals do not mix. He bought Daniel a Yorkshire Terrier once, which their housekeeper played a key role in actually caring for until it died of old age eventually.
W) How would they describe themselves in 5 or less words? Adaptable, beautiful, horrifying, authoritative, possessive 
X) Do they have a goal in life? What is it? Not particularly. His main responsibility is towards Daniel, to keep him safe now that he has the chance to try again. Other than that, it is indulgence and morbid curiosity which keep him going.
Y) Is there anything in their life that’s stopping them from succeeding? Himself and his inability to open up to others.
Z) Do they have an item that means a lot to them? Many, many years down the line he returned to the shared place where he and Marius slept and kept their wealth and (after much deliberation) he recovered one of Marius’ rings. He also owns a collection of Christmas baubles collected by himself and Daniel which date back to Daniel’s mortal years.
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ramrodd · 7 years ago
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Neil Richardson, what you need to understand, as an alleged leadrship guru, is that there is your version of leadership based on 3rd Wave High Performance and there is the US Army Ranger School leadership model, which Terry Collins and I employed to put the process in motion that created the PAC Rugdy national championship. Everybody at SUD was bought into Ken Green's vison of producing test level rugby players in the Good Ol' US of A just like the teams he played for in Argentina back in his day. My role, as the resident 5th Wave High Performance guru, was to make that happen. It did  As far as I know, I am the last Sud skipper to win a tournament in the fall of 1975. I might have the timing off, but Terry can tell you. He was my Sherman to my Grant before Vicksburg.  I don't know if he understoos what I was doing, but he was my 6 until we both more less left active participation in the Sud community. Sud was my first Learning Community I can point a finger at and say "This is how it works. I's fun and easy to do.
The community is a capitaist tool AS EXISTS the first time I look at it.
What this appointment of Mulvaney means is that the big money behind Trump want to recreate the economic conditions leading up to the 2008 mortgage crises. These people what America to blow so they can pick the pieces like they did with the Resolution Trust Corporation. In terms of the dynamical processes of 5th Wave High Performance, the Resolution was a direct result of Bob Dole's 1986 Tax Reform. What they did was to remove a bunch of tax shelters that evolved beginning with Nixon's domestic program into the sort of Yupped Liberation Front vaction tax shelters like White Water that was drinving the economic recovery of America from Stagflation and blew up several strata of wealth I associate with Nixon's Affirmation Action agenda, including properties associated with S&Ls that had done a lot fo Junk Bond financing to support the growth of the Yuppie Liberation Front's rising afluence associated with the New Deal and Democrat Party. You remember that constant stream of investigatons into White Water by the Conservatives, the basis for the Crooked Hillary narrative? This was collateral damage from Bob Dole's 1986 Tax Reform. The Resolution Trust Corptoration was the strategic goal of the legislative design. The outcome was the largest transfer of wealth from the American middle class to basically the class of Olligarch's associated with the Koch brothers and Jeff Bezos flogging Trump for Paul Ryan's Ayn Rand inspired Tax Reform.
These poeple want to bow up the country, some because they are anarchists like Bannon and Newtie who like to watch things burn, like the arsonist in The Stand, but most, like the Koch brothers and Jeff Bezon, just want to privatize America because they are really smart guys, like you, the smarest guys in the room, like Enron, but greed has made them stupid.
Whatever it is that informs your attitude about greek letter fraternaties is what makes you stupd, It's a characteristic of 3rd Wave High Performance. Moral compromise elevated to high principle.
Now, when I took over as skipper in the spring of 1975, Sud was one of the top Rugby clubs in America in terms of tactical elegance and strategic efficacy. Our culture was based on attracting players at the leading edge of test level capacities on a walk-about of some sort and put on entertaining rugby while constantly training Americans by immersion on state-of-the-art international play. I was fortunate to be a part of that dynamic at the A-Level before I became skipper, and, in different circumstances, I never would have considered become captain, but we were at a crises of sustainabiity that could have stalled, if not killed, the achievement of Ken Green's vision for ever.
The crises was that we relied far too heavily on John Muir's foot to humilate our rivals with hair-breadth escapes and near disaster, We could keep the game close with the most physical, and athletic teams west of the Mississippi with our supeior understand of Rugby and it's Laws and draw them into a fatal error which gave John a shot at goal from practically aware in the same ZIP CODE as the uprights and watch the Washington assholes wilt in the face of a superior moral truth.
But, after a series of brillian seasons, our sail began to luft and not real headway towards Ken Green's vision for a SUD National Champion faded. I had played on a championship rugby team my freshman and sophomore year at Indiana and watched that focus drain awary my junior and senior year. I played with an All American, Art Stump, and with a Green Beret bootstraping a masters degree and I absorbed those quailities as performance metrics I continue to apply. Dynamical metrics. And what had happened at IU was happening at SUD and I was seriously concerned and I campaigned to be come club captain and got the job and won the tournament which was the result of the transformation process I put the SUD community through to install 5th Wave High Performance, Not to put to fine a pont on it, but I developed the club's operational performance the same way I did my platoon in Vietnam, with the help of Terry and a British Army officer who voluteered his time coarch us. I built on the existing of the club, which was exemplified by the attitudes of Kent and Trish Daniels, Peace Corps veterans from a tour in Kenya and their sort of White Mischief savoir faire, but in a stew of a totally cosmopolitan community. It was a time of a moveable feast.
Now, it took a long time for that National Champion to emerge as the fulfillment of Ken Green's vision, but it has and it was as result of a deliberate process I set in motion. After we won that tournament, I began to search for my replacement, We had the advantage of the Bottom Line as an international destination for expatriate ruggers looking for a warm hearth and conivivial society and the entire social calendar was basically a continuous focus on recruiting and you can ask Terry how that worked out. It was a wonderful time, But I knew I had to leave because I had not vision on how to build the corporate aspect of the club and, when Quinton Lawson finally arrived, I was able to get out of the way, There was an element in the club that wanted me to move a whole lot faster than I did, but I left when the future of Ken Green's vision was a assured by competent stewardship and Quentin Lawson was that man, I asked him to stand as my best man so that some day I could explain why he was part of my wedding. So I could help you become a serious leadership guru instead of a captive member of the Yuppy Liberation Front and an unintended co-conspirator with Steve Bannon and Mike Mulvaney.
Putin had nothing to do with the election hacking. If you agree with Hillary Clinton's assessment of Putin, you are part of the problem and the other side of the same cultural warfare bullshit that began between the SDS and YAF and continues with Trump voters and the Yuppy Liberation Front coalition of the Democrat party who voted for Adrian Fenty's gentrificaion agenda. It's something of a package deal. Fenty's agenda was a liberal version of privatization.
I also began to curtail my rugby in order to continue to assemble Plan B after being scare out of PLan A (a military career) by a crypto-Nazi up my chain of command in Vietnam. Plan A was to make my bones in Vietnam, marry my college sweet heart and retire as the Commanding General of Tradoc and watch the hurricanes come across Cape Fear from the picture window on the second floor of the Commanding General's quarters at Ft. Monroe,
Plan B was to get filthy rich and marry my college sweet heart, To this end, I began working on the Soviet airplane deal November 1975 and I was being purely on the come by 1977, when Terry raised $150 to keep my out of jail on the sidelines of a C Side Sud game, Terry can tell you about it, I was living in my offices in Dulles and the Soviet airplne deal, the X-Avia Project, was my path to getting filthy rich and marrying my college sweet heart and becoming even richer by doing lots of business deals witht the Soviet economy like Armand Hammer.
I was working at the leading edge of the Nixon-Brezhnev initiatives and Nixon's domestic program. Because of their hatred of Nixon, similar to your hatred of fraternities, Democrats, with the exception of Stuart Eizenstadt, have never understood Nixon's domestic program and, consequently, have bought into Reaganomics more or less whole cloth, which is why Fenty's gentrification agenda attacked affordable housing: you didn't know any better. Democrats were out of ideas when they let Reagan beat Carter (and Trump beat Clinton) and Reagan seemed to be good for their new wealth.  Nixon's domestic program was based on implementing Eisenhower's 1956 Presidential Platform and Eisenhower's 1956 Presidential Platform was an validation of, and a double-down on, the New Deal. Stuart Eisenstadt understood this and was making Nixon's domestic program work and an essential element of that program was a gentrification model based on the complete continuium of housing, which Muriel Bowser finally embraced as the theme of her administration, and not the truncated Trump version of gentrification employed by Fenty and his Yuppy Liberation Front warriors.
You see, I worked for Elizabeth Falcon's Housing for All campaign, which restored the original intent of gentrification through her determination to capitalize the Housing Production Trust Fund with $100 million commitment for affordable housing, I live in a building with long-term financing from the Housing Production Trust Fund as a direct result of the Housing for All campaign, I testified before Bowser's economic committee when she was running for mayor. I didn't vote for her or Fenty, but it was nothing personal and she is doing the right thing in terms of the corruption of the original intent of Nixon's gentrification. If we hadn't gotten that financing through the TOPA process, the house would now be either a Air B&B for the Yuppy Liberatin Front Sharing Economy or very expensive condo's for young, upperwardly mobile members of the Yuppy Liberation Front farm team. Without that room, I am a homeless veteran.
Which is why you need to understand, as an alleged leadership guru for the Yuppy Liberation Front that there is your verion of 3rd Wave High Peformance leadership and the 5th Wave High Performance leadership model of the US Army Ranger School . You aren't broken, but badly oriented, which is easy to fix. I've sent you The Leadership Secrets of 5th Wave High Performance. We can do for America what I did for Sud American de Rugby in 1975. Ask Terry Collins what he remembers.
But, here's the larger thing, the first thing Democrats, including Hillary, need to do is recalibrate their understanding of Putin's agenda. American needs to take his "Sovereign Democracy" agenda seriously.  We were working at the leading edge of what has become Sovereign Democracy with the X-Avia Project in 1975. Armand Hammer led the way on that, to some degree, but George Soros was doing similar work in the Warsaw pact countries, espeically Hungary, at the same time. Vietnam had completely crippled the Soviet economy: if your business model is based on conquest and plunder, but the conquest fails and there is no plunder to cover even the cost of the investment in conquest, you're fucked. That's what Nixon and Brezhnev were trying to fix and Putin is still working on the problem
What Ken Burns Vietnam (as an example of the Oliver Stone version of Vietnam) is that, when the military was talking about a war of attrition, it had nothing to do with body counts. That was Hanoi's decision: uncountable cost. Vietnam was a battle in the larger Cold War and the war of attrition was against the Soviet economy. We lost Vietnam, fair and square, but achieved a win-win when Gorbachev pulled the plug on Marxism.  The problem is, because Democrats, including Hillary Clinton, agree with Hillary Clinton about Putin, we are losing the war against the Deep Agenda backing Trump and proposing Tax Reform in order to put Reaganomics on steroids. For the Soviet Union, Vietnam was like the battle of Borodino for Napoleon: it was a battle he coudn't afford to fight and a battle he couldn't afford to lose. We fought, we lost, no more Soviet Union.
Now, that's not a popular opinion about Vietnam amoung the Yuppy Liberation Front.
Anyway, the people who control the selections for the American Eagles Rugby Team employ the same 3rd Wave High Performance model you use, This was a problem with American rugby in 1975: it was dominated by draft dodgers who selected people to play test matches based on their ideas of what transcendent performance required. I protested against the staus quo selectors as skipper by asking three players, John Muir, Art Weber and Mike Green, to not play on the Potomac select side because the politics of the PRU was producing inferior rugby and that continues to bubble up to the Eagles, who are slowly becoming a credible test competitor. If I could have been a player/coach at that point in the same way I was at SUD, the All Blacks would becoming to America to challenge the Eagles for possession of the World Cup. That's the difference between your model of leadership and mine.
And, as you come to see this, the fraud of Reaganomics will become evident> Muriel Bower is headed in the right direction with the Housing for All version of gentrification, which is an element of the economics of Jesus as defined by Mark 9:37.  It's a paradigm shift that will crush Trump and all he represents.
And it will begin to spill over into Putin's Sovereign Democracy in constructuve ways far more efficacious than the current carrot-and-stick approach of sanctions.
Just ask Terry Collins.
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pynkhues · 2 months ago
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your fic ideas for the kinktober are so delicious. can you elaborate a bit on the Week 2 fic? 👀 also Week 3, because i'm intrigued with "Lestat gets Real Weird About It" line.
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Sure, haha.
Mmm, so both are just kind of areas I've been thinking about in terms of character generally right now, not even just in terms of fic, so sorry if this also sounds a bit meta-y, haha.
I've been thinking a lot lately about Louis having multiple forms of investment, and we tend to focus a lot on the art for obvious reasons, but we know he's in real estate too and he tells Daniel in 2.05 that he likes predicting what overlooked product will flourish in time. I'm kind of interested in the way investment has changed over the last fifty years in the context of the show, and how Louis' approach to it all might have evolved, which in many ways has been bolstered too by watching Industry and getting a bit of a sense of that high-end, high-value, high-stakes investment banking and where Louis might fit in that sort of context in 2024.
The thing that really stands out to me is that there's this detachment and clinicalness to that sort of investment / capitalism that feels really different to the Louis who both genuinely connected to art and obviously got off on the hunt for it and commodifying it, which in turn made me think about the Louis of '73 who was, again, more clinical perhaps professionally, but then like - - indulging his more carnal and passionate needs through drugs and boys in San Francisco.
This fic was kind of inspired by having read an article recently that cruising is on the rise again internationally, and I kind of love that we know that Louis did cruise across the decades given the implications of the Bayou as a cruising site in New Orleans, the parks in Paris, and of course, those San Francisco bars, especially because it really seems to be a distinction between him and Lestat. In the show, we've seen Lestat's really way more of a relationship hopper, even in his adultery, between Louis, Nicki, Armand and Antoinette, whereas Louis hits-and-quits, at least with his own adultery (although y'know, he tried to hit-and-quit both Lestat and Armand too lol).
So yeah, the fic's basically contextualising Louis in this sort of finance world, and him and Lestat being half-together, half-not-together and kind of orchestrating a role play in a local cruising park that gets just. Wildly out of hand, lmao, because they're both insane, but also because Louis' feeling maybe a little bored with modern investment and Lestat's' feeling creatively constrained when working on his album. Drugs may have been imbibed, and they might get a little bit (a lot) feral, haha. Witnesses will be eaten!
As for the week 3 fic:
I'm still really percolating on this one, so it's not quite as developed, but I've been thinking about how different Armand and Louis' relationship is to Lestat and Louis' in general, particularly with the BDSM-element, and wondering what the response would be to that? I really loved Marbleflan's The Things We Did and Didn't Do which captured a discomfort Lestat might have with it in the period where they have to get to know each other again, and Louis' need for it as a means of controlling not anyone else, but himself.
I also - - mmm. I've been thinking a LOT recently too about the fact that the Lestat prior to Paris is pretty naive and cut-off from schools of thought which I think would include different types of sexuality? When he arrives in Paris in the late 1700s, it would actually be right around the time Marquis De Sade was starting to publish, and given his writing literally gave birth to the BDSM movement, it's kind of interesting to think what impact that may have had on Lestat. He wouldn't have read any of it, of course, he's illiterate in that part of his life, but it's interesting to think of the conversations that were happening when he was still a young and naive mortal man.
The fact that Lestat's traumatised in that period by Magnus assaulting him and turning him, and then by Nicki's kidnapping then suicide, that he then sleeps through the French Revolution only to be woken up presumably sometime in the early 1900s by Marius before heading to America where he meets Louis, then is seemingly in his hovel from the late 1940s to, well, now, means that Lestat's lost huge chapters of time where social understandings of sex and sexuality and, well, sex toys have really changed. Louis was fucking his way through all of this, both Armand and other men, and it just kind of makes me curious as to what that actually means when they're back together.
I'm still figuring it out, I just think it's an interesting area to explore that Lestat might have some baggage around all of that (and that that baggage might be in regards to a lot of different things).
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i-want-my-iwtv · 2 years ago
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the difference is the witcher novels and shadow & bone are books about straight people and the witcher is significantly more faithful to the books than the amc show has already revealed to be compared to the tvc novels. with the witcher they didn’t change characterizations but the order of events and the like. i just think first and foremost adaptions should be love letters to the fans and the writer of the original; they usually aren’t but that’s the way it should be. but btw i agree with another anon, i don’t think anyone will ever top tom cruise’s interpretation of lestat, he’s a nut job in regards to his personal faith, but cruise is known to very hardworking and takes his job very seriously.
Well-said, Anon! 👏 (Follow up to this ask)
i just think first and foremost adaptions should be love letters to the fans and the writer of the original; they usually aren’t but that’s the way it should be.
I really like this statement, when I consider it, most of my fanfic and my favorite fanfic to read, favorite fanart to see, would fit this guideline, including my Coffeeshop AU*. And maybe this is a factor for why fans of the TV series versions of the Witcher and Shadow & Bone were drawn to read the books; they could tell that those series were faithful to canon and were a love letter to the fans and the writer of the original. People can perceive that.
*BTW, really good AUs, in my opinion, change the setting/era/etc., but maintain the chemistry and behavior of the characters from canon as best as possible, and possibly include little easter egg references to canon in some form or another.
We're living in a time period where that's not what everyone wants, I'm learning. Some people want an adaptation to make corrections and/or updates to the original, which requires that it be unfaithful to canon, maybe as constructive criticism to the writer of the original.
I'm not placing a value judgment myself on which is the better approach, different fans have different needs/expectations. But I do want to unpack these different approaches a little further, I hope that's alright with you:
Despite some noticeable changes to the 1994 IWTV film (i.e. Antonio Banderas as Armand, not the canon appearance/age), overall, I think we can agree that it was basically faithful to the books, and a love letter to the fans and the writer of the original. I believe that's largely what made it so successful, so widely beloved by the fans of the books and also people for whom the film ended up being their gateway to the books, not even knowing the canon material when they first saw the film.
Movie!QOTD was not as faithful to the books, there were many more changes to the canon story, although it had enough nods to the canon story like Lestat's concert, Khayman was actually in it, the Queen of the Damned was awoken by violin and was played fiercely and beautifully by Aaliyah. It was still a gateway to the books for some fans, and I've seen a lot of nostalgia for it, but it doesn't seem to have garnered the same amount of success or cherished status from the fans as movie!IWTV. As an example, just on the Armand character, as @xxgothicchatonxx put it [X]:
Matthew Newton was cast as Armand in the QOTD film, and while he certainly looked more like the book version (except for his hair colour) all of his personality/defining character traits were cut out or not really defined that well. So, I’ll definitely take Antonio!Armand :)
I would add that, from what I remember, it's not established that Marius is Armand's maker? That's a big part of his character. And there's no Daniel relationship at all, that I can recall.
For some fans, maybe it was more important that the actor for Armand look more like his canon description, and maybe they prefer Newton to Banderas. For others, it was more important that he had a role with more faithful canon plot points and acted more like Armand's canon description, so maybe they prefer Banderas, whose role did include his acting out actual canon scenes and dialogue. This is just one example of the changes that the showrunners chose, both Newton and Banderas in their roles were unfaithful to canon in different ways, but it's subjective as to which aspects of the character are more important to a particular fan.
but btw i agree with another anon, i don’t think anyone will ever top tom cruise’s interpretation of lestat, he’s a nut job in regards to his personal faith, but cruise is known to very hardworking and takes his job very seriously.
YES and you KNOW I can talk praise about (yes, pretty much official nut job) Tom Cruise's high bar on work ethic and rich talent for days, totally with you on that. He was heartbreaking in Magnolia. Even in sillier roles like Stacee Jaxx in Rock of Ages, or minor roles like Lestat Grossman in Tropic Thunder, he puts in 110%. I will always think of his Les character when I hear “Apple Bottom Jeans” 😂
And I still wish he'd be cast as the Marquis de Lioncourt someday, his own father...!
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