#baron danglars

[blake-ritson-love]

The first little glimpse of Blake as Danglars in the upcoming series Count of Monte Cristo, as seen in this TV ad by the Italian channel Rai - shared by viks25s5 on Tiktok

[rowan-ravenwood-art]

hey does anyone remember when i kept drawing Danglars and making him hot even though i wasn't trying to. well you'll never guess what i've done

[frsalmon]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THESE TWO PLZ????

[ponds-of-ink]

Spooky AU Prelude/Interval: “A Brief Debate Over Metaphors”

Oh? A Spooky AU Monte Cristo thing on Tumblr?

Yes, it’s back again… kinda. Sorry for the unintended hiatus, but I think my brain just got stalled trying to write the next chapter and then I ditched it by mistake. Smh.

But, to make up for it, how’s about a little scene to fill in the gaps and serve as a recap?… Hopefully.

—

It was late into the night when most of the sailors hobbled down to the lower decks. The first mate, ever vigilant, remained on board to steer the ship and watch for any trouble. His eyes surveyed the empty world of wooden planks and tar-black sky before him. The only thing that broke this dismal view was the shadowy form of one of the younger members on-board. While the distance between them made it hard for the first mate to see who it was, the strange combination of a slumped-over posture yet somewhat-groomed hair told all. “What are you doing up here, Danglars?” the navigator cried out. “I thought you’d be down in the cellars double-checking the accountant’s assessments!”

The young man turned his head. “I would’ve, but the way the moon shines on this sea has beckoned me,” he answered, hardly raising his already salt-stricken voice. “I guess you could say the glimmer of diamonds can lure me in like a siren.” He shook his head as he smiled at his own joke.

“Well, don’t stay up here for too long,” the first mate advised, now readjusting to his own duty. “The fellows told me that there’ll be a fog rolling in an half-an-hour or so. And, since I’m sure our employer would not be pleased with one of his newest sailors’ faces being wrecked by a mast under my supervision, I’d say you may as well run to the lower decks for your own good. Maybe even tattle on those scallawags playing the Hornpipe down there, for all I care.”

Danglars gave a signal of affirmation, then returned to staring at the water below. As he stared, he almost became entranced with his reflection like Narcissus with his visage in the pool. But, instead of self-interested lust, his fixation seemed to be out of growing hatred. His scars, signs of storm-ridden voyages and many a close encounter with death itself, now felt like tears on an already-tarnished painting. Or, perhaps if one were to be more in line with his current thoughts, a painting as warped and battered as the waves’ current portrait of him. His legs quivered underneath him, threatening to give way to his bitter musings. He shut his eyes to block the image from his mind. 

Then, like a bird song breaking through the ominous silence of the night, a strange idea stopped his spiral. He lifted his head and looked out into the water. “Forgive me for risking the crew’s safety through bringing up superstitions,” he spoke up, masking his recovery from desperation with his most casual tone of voice, “but am I right in saying that there is no exact rules on who can be lured by a siren?”

Auguste blinked in surprise. “From what little I know, I’m sure any temptress like that would only care if the prey is nourished,” he answered, his eyes only glancing at the youth for a moment. “Why are you in such a curious mood, Danglars? Do you want to volunteer for live bait?”

“No, no!” Danglars hurriedly answered, realizing his unintended implications that this question posed. “I was just wondering if these scaly creatures had a preference for certain sailors— Aside from a high gullibility or an acute fondness for well-sung odes.”

“Not to my knowledge,” Auguste responded, tilting his head to the side as if to mimic shrugging one’s shoulders. Then, processing what he saw from the corner of his eye, he sighed gravelly. “Look here, Danglars,” he resumed in a more gentile but concerned manner. “If you’re trying to say that you have a better chance at being caught by a twisted creature of the deep than getting a lass on shore, then I think you’re selling yourself too short. A bruised apple will still be fine food for someone, even if it is bruised. You, of all my younger crew mates, should know that.”

“But if the apple, say, doesn’t even look like an apple?”

“If the insides are fine, then what does it matter?” Auguste huffed, gripping the ship’s wheel tightly out of sheer self-restraint. “So long as you make sure that the seed’s poison doesn’t spread to the rest, then all’s well! Honestly, how much of a self-critic do you have to be at your age? You’re nineteen going on twenty! I’m about fifteen years older than you, and I’d say I’m in rougher shape than you’ve ever been!” And, with those silvery-white streaks in his hair, he already had a right to say this.

Danglars stepped away from the edge of the vessel, politely nodding while withholding every single rebuttal he wished to lash out. “Fair enough, i suppose,” he said with a slight grit of his teeth. “But I still think that you’ve aged far more gracefully that I ever will, sir.”

“Well, by that time, you should be married!”

“We shall see if I will even be a suitor, sir. I cannot promise what I run the risk of failing to deliver.”

Auguste fought the urge to abandon his post and drag the doubter towards the rest of the crew. Instead, he lowered his reddened face and shut his eyes. “Let me echo your ‘fair enough’ and leave you be, then,” he groaned. “But I’m still calling your bluff, to put it bluntly, stupid.”

“As will I, sir,” Danglars retorted, bowing slightly out of what little respect he had for his superior at the moment. “Good night.”

—Many years later…—

Danglars now rummaged through these distant arguments as he stood before the window of this dingy Inn bedroom. Now about as old as Auguste himself (if not ahead of him by a few years), one would think that these pieces of an elder’s wisdom would’ve been confirmed through his own experiences.

Alas for him as well as those who think so, they did not. In fact, the opposite seemed to ring true. Even if the parts near the toxic seeds were as preserved as Auguste hoped, they still didn’t seem to matter. The bruised apple was still a bruised apple. Maybe not even an apple, at this rate.

However, Danglars had one last pithy statement that could serve as a counterpoint. “Gold still has value, no matter how old the coins are,” he muttered, as if he had finally found the answer to some lifelong riddle. “And jewels themselves, though cut down by knives— or whatever those gem-crafters use, are still cherished by those looking for them.” His eyes glistened as what lingering creative tendencies he had revived itself. “The apple metaphor was rubbish, but its application was close—!”

The creaking of the door cut off Danglars’ fevered ramblings. His slacked grin fell as soon as he saw a figure standing in the doorway. “Ah, I’m sorry,” he said before using a coughing to hide the tinge of embarrassment on his face (for once). “I was reminiscing on the past a bit too much, I suspect. What can I do to help you, sir?”

The stranger, still encased in shadows, shut the door and advanced a few steps forwards. “I was wanting to commiserate on your… unfortunate situation,” he admitted, feigning an air of somber grief. “But I see now why she left you for someone else.”

Danglars shuddered, but remained as indignant as ever. “If you wish to insult me, don’t try aiming for my countenance,” he scoffed, crossing his arms. “I’ve been aware of its horrid state for decades. If you must wish to make light of it, then please be original.”

“I will do my best,” the stranger answered with a sneering tone. “At least the moon’s light aids me in seeing you a lot better. A shame no one else must’ve thought that.”

[rowan-e-ravenwood]

I couldn't decide between Edmond or Danglars, so I went with both! Hope you like them, as I'm not super happy with them, but I think they turned out okay! Thanks for the request, Pond! @ponds-of-ink

[aira-l]

Well, I'm into tcomc again

[fictive-gerard-de-villefort]

Danglars: I regret learning how to use my left hand. Now I can't remember how to hold a knife with my right hand AND I'm bad at using a knife with my left hand.

[gmyoungwrites]

Rereading The Count of Monte Cristo and Danglars is TWENTY SIX when he writes the denounciation against Dantés. But being almost twenty six myself, I too find myself froathing with the urge to destroy my enemies.

[wanttobeheld]

My most niche meme to date

[markofposession-moved]

Danglars: I love fake people, I love games, I love drama, music means nothing to me. I'm not a chill guy and if you fuck with my friends I will help you do it. I would betray any of my loved ones at any time and I would not hesitate to hit them with a car.

[blake-ritson-love]

Blake being in the Monte Cristo series and not playing Edmond Dantes? We lost!

I agree he would have slayed it as Edmond, or Villefort for that matter, but I bet he'll bring lots of his own flair to Danglars, character. They've also said they'll explore the psychology of all the characters, so I think that sounds like they'll have a more complex take on the villains as well, especially in comparison to other adaptations.

[rowan-ravenwood-art]

I DREW DANGLARS NOT HOT? FINALLY!!!

If you or a loved one still consider him attractive, you may be entitled to financial compensation.*

*For legal reasons, this is a joke.

[brightbeautifulthings]

'Do you follow me?' 'Yes. You are pawning me for three million: am I right?'

The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas (trans. Robin Buss)

[ponds-of-ink]

I’m stuck with the mental image of Danglars and Veronica just… sitting down and chatting about their lives. Whether or not it’s Spooky AU Danglars is up to y’all.

[heartofsurgingflame]

might color this differently sometime i dont know

[amairot]

     farmer danglars because why the fuck not