#this happened to my good friend daniel molloy

[natandacat]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62923327/chapters/162911809

Chapter 3 of my 70s Danlou fic is out! Come do drugs with the most well adjusted vampire and human on earth :)

Sneak peak:

“Shhh, stay here, stay with me.” And it’s that firm and soothing voice again, the one that’s been saving him again and again for the past five years. “Everything’s gonna be okay. You hear me? As long as I watch over you, all the evil of the world will be kept at bay. You will never stop growing, Daniel.” There’s something wet on Daniel’s face, quickly wiped away by a sturdy thumb. “Don’t cry, we’re celebrating your birthday, remember?”

Daniel wants to be good, wants to obey, but the moan that comes out of Louis as he downs the shot in one long gulp almost breaks him. He breathes through his nose, picturing the air coming in and out, connecting him with the room around him. He’s still hovering above their heads, and it’s a bit annoying because he wants to focus on Louis licking the blood off his teeth, but that’s alright. It feels good, now, like floating.

[natandacat]

And then he still goes "San francisco 😊" and winks at daniel in s2e8

it’s so funny that louis spends the first season like “are you remembering the first interview, daniel?” and he’s all giggly and mysterious about it. like yes daniel do you remember me? so daniel goes and recovers the memories for them and it’s fucking horrifying. not such a great first meet-cute actually, louis :(

[spicyvampire]

Imagine being young and hot in the gayest city in america, just found out vampires exist, high out of your fucking mind on coke and 6 packs of cigarettes in you, having a hot guy who you want to pierce you with his fangs and dick right in front of you, but instead of doing just what you are practically begging on your knees for, he won't shut up about his ex boyfriend who he killed decades ago

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

okay. imagine this. you're twenty. you're the highest that you've Ever been. most of the blood in your body has been drained. by a vampire. those are real. you can't move your own body. you're in an extraordinary amount of pain. and!! and. you're face to face with The scariest man in the world. he's super hot. he looks at you and says, "I'm told you've lived a fascinating life!" what do you say in response? nothing?? immediately plead for your life?? cry a little?? well, let me tell you something. that exact scenario happened to my good friend Daniel Molloy, and what HE said was, "...I never said that."

[menlove]

imagine being 20 smth years old and a human and accidentally stumbling your way into the world's most toxic gay vampire love octagon. this happened to my good friend daniel molloy

[wyvernquill]

your newest chapter of True Love is everything, I can't wait to see where you take the rest of this fic, every time you update it makes my day! :D

Are you working on other DM fics at the moment, or are you reading any armandaniel fics? I'd love some fic recs!

Thank you so much!!! <3 I thiiiink there's another third of the fic still to go, roughly? Some of it is written, but not all, so it's difficult to estimate.

Currently, True Love (and other lies) is the only DM fic I'm working on (I also have my older fic The Favourite, though that's all finished, of course), though a recent conversation with a friend did give me an idea for an Armand POV spin-off in which Armand genuinely IS lying about past DM happening and then gets too tangled up in the lie, so, maybe I'll do a crack-treated-seriously oneshot of that once this WIP is done?

Fic recs, let's see, I'll go through my bookmarks...

The Great Daniel Molloy Discourse of 2024/25 by Siria (T) is a fun multimedia thing toying with formatting that I quite enjoyed!

forever's gonna start tonight by trinityofone (E) was also super fun, Daniel and Armand may or may not be vampire sex soulmates and it nearly ruins The Tour. (I also liked the same author's Four-Way Call (E), though the focus of that is of course more on DanLou.)

I'm the Devil's Minion and He Grants My Every Wish (M) by OracleOfTheSea has Rashid!Armand seduce Daniel pre-reveal, and the pining and heartbreak and identity porn got me good.

I don't think I'm all caught up on The Thing You Love Most Is The Detriment (M) by fixation_or_infatuation, but the chapters I read I really enjoyed - Daniel hangs out with Loustat, and drama brews on the rockstar tour bus, especially when Armand shows up...

I hope you'll enjoy these, thank you again! <3

[archive-z]

Get to know your mutuals (tagged by @cerebralsilhouettes) 

What's the origin of your username?: originally i was going to abandon this blog and just hold on to it as an archive, so it got changed to archive-z (“z” being the shortened version of my former user), but then every other place online got increasingly hostile to exist so i started using it again 

OTP(s) + ship name: no ship name but im proud to contribute to the alice/daniel molloy, alice/wife #2 believers out there 🫡 

Favorite colour: purple, black, silver, burgundy 🖤 

Song stuck in your head: joyful kilmarnock blues by the proclaimers (it plays while im getting ready for work most days) 

Weirdest habit/trait: i can peel oranges (and most other citrus fruit) in a single, long continuous piece by hand? im perhaps a bad judge of weirdest 

Hobbies: collaging, working in my notebooks, sending mail in the post, gothic/blackletter calligraphy, sketching clothes/costumes, making/modifying clothes and accessories, leathercraft, repairing stuff

If you work, what's your profession?: my day job is 1st asst. props builder, my night job in a combo of sound installation/performance artist, theatre director, video dj, and as of last year professional playwright for the radio lmao 

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: if the conditions of the job were better (ie less precarious for freelance workers) i would probably spend a lot more time as an assistant director/director for less commercial, more avant-garde media & performance art

Something you're good at: making mashed potatoes 

Something you hate: public spaces that have been designed to look good in instagram photos but have terrible acoustics/sound/lighting design in person, car-centric urban planning  

Something you collect: postcards, zines, LPs, ticket stubs, vintage/antique 925 sterling silver men’s accessories like cufflinks/tie bars/etc, cut crystal glassware, collect a couple specific editions of secondhand books/art books, vintage film cameras 

Something you forget: traumatic memory loss babeyy :) also most things to do with numbers unless it’s my library card

What's your love language?: i know the love languages guy was like a junk science christian fundamentalist bigot 🙃 but i like doing errands together. i like that we can pretend mundane tasks are big adventures and share that sense of whimsy 

Favorite movie/show: (tv show) the hour, the thick of it, the wire, interview with the vampire / (film) my letterboxd top 4 rn is In the Mood for Love, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Casablanca, and Akira

Favorite food: mashed potatoes, orange pekoe tea, dark chocolate digestive biscuits, sea salt dark chocolate

Favorite animal: crows!! and the lesser loved corvids like jackdaws. big ups to all urban scavenger animals (rats, raccoons, foxes, pigeons etc), and to my close personal friends the sea otters at the vancouver aquarium 

What were you like as a child?: intense? confident? when i was a bit older it was “smart but unchallenged, so gets into trouble”?  

Favorite subject at school: theatre, history, politics

Least favorite subject: religion, gym, math

What's your best character trait?: i’ve been told i’m rly passionate abt stuff — when i get into something i really like to take it apart and want to know how it works and know what other people think of it, etc. 

What's your worst character trait?: i get too in my own head abt messaging friends after there’s been a long-ish gap in communication bc i feel i’ve failed to live up to the impossibly high standards i hold myself (and nobody else to) for friendship — i know it happens but also 

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: too overwhelming to pick 

tagging @ghstbird @natandacat @volkswagonblues

[grntaire]

was talking w my mentor abt impostor syndrome and he goes “i wish i could leave prerecorded messages in your brain of me going ‘wooo! you got this!’” and it took everything in me to not be like….. well you see that happened to my good friend daniel molloy……..

[depressedraisin]

happened to my good friend daniel molloy

[lioncunt]

i love seeing your posts! they always make me smile. for your ask about a character, lestat or the interviewer?

omg thank you so much that is so sweet of you 🥹🥹 i just did lestat so i will do the boy himself DANIEL MOLLOY

first impression: yet again it was the movie. this was right around the time of 2015/16 heathers fanaticism so i was like. gasp it’s JD. when i read the first book i didn’t think much more of him than “that guy JD from heathers played” because there wasn’t that much to him, he was just an audience surrogate and a narrative tool.

impression now: devil’s minion continues to be the best chapter of any anne rice book as my good friend jacob anderson can attest to, i love book daniel so dearly that in the midst of my intense promotion for the show last year i blatantly ignored anything that was said about show daniel because i just didn’t know what to make of him. but we will get to that in a moment! in typical anne fashion she created an extremely compelling character in daniel and relationship in devil’s minion and then decided to do nothing with them for the rest of time, so sadly now when i think of book daniel i also feel bitter for all the wasted potential. but at least we’ll always have queen of the damned <3 back to show daniel, i decided to reserve judgement until i actually watched it, and now of course i really enjoy his character and i think he’s imperative to the show’s construction. he’s the audience surrogate in a completely different way, pointing out the obvious inconsistencies and the questions we all have, but he also endears us to louis, because we empathize with and feel protective of louis in the face of the more harsh interjections daniel has. then character-wise, the whispers of 70s daniel and his past relationships with louis and armand are really exciting to theorize about. i really love what he brings to the show and i’m at the edge of my seat waiting for what his future storyline will be!!!

favorite moment: in qotd, not so much a moment but the line about looking at armand as if he’s an insect is soooooo. so . yeah yeah . in the show, it’s the 70s flashback for obvious reasons lmao. i feel like that’s a copout but i cannot lie

idea for a story: i don’t know how likely the alice/armand theory is, but i love any and all extrapolations on it it’s such a . ahhhhhhhhh concept

unpopular opinion: i don’t know if i have one for book daniel but for show daniel. ok i’m weird because i love reading about the alice/armand theory but i actually don’t want devil’s minion to have already happened, i don’t want Any of the other books to have already happened and i’m honestly scared of the possibility 😭 i want to SEE devil’s minion play out i want to see armand throw daniel around Now

favorite relationship: see above

favorite headcanon: daniel and armand watch the worst of reality tv together and get soooo into it and daniel gets into a lot of discourse on twitter

[natandacat]

So in his memoir Daniel says that he was present for the Summer of Love in Haight-Ashbury but like. That was in 1967. He would have been 14yo.

Now 14yo kids do drugs sometimes (I've met kids as young as 12-13 in the modern rave scene across a couple different countries) but I did not get the impression that Daniel had left his shit town of Modesto that early. When we see him in 1973, he gives off the vibe of being kinda new to San Francisco. This whole "I got something going on in the city" feels very fresh, I'd be surprised if he has gotten there earlier than 18-19yo.

Daniel Molloy the liar that you are.

[loumandaniel]

imagine you loved someone so much that you built them their own luxury hotel mall on an island and filled it with interesting people and material goods to keep him occupied from his vices (just like marius taught you, right?) but, instead of feeling love and safety, he felt like a pet and kept running away. this made you afraid his love was fickle and fleeting, so you took away his memories of you and built a better, less comforting house of safety for your other lover. however, your other lover felt imprisoned, so he brought the former lover back to rescue him, since he was the only person who had ever escaped from you before - why can't they understand this is the only way you know how to love?

[allegra-writes]

"We are Never Getting Back Together"

Armand x Daniel Molloy, Lestat x Louis

Crack, All-human AU

Teen and Up

Warnings: Mention of alcohol abuse, mention of arson, mention of animal death, vandalism against Lestat's luscious locks

Lestat and Louis keep breaking up and making it everyone's problem

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable character, and for legal reasons I won't be accepting tips for this story or any story set in Anne Rice's Immortal Universe. Thank you!

MY MASTERLIST

Daniel never saw himself as the kind of person who could be friends with his boyfriend’s ex. He had always thought of himself as too jealous, too possessive to be able of something like that. He knew, of course, that Armand was friends with his ex-fiance, Louis, but that was different.

Don’t get him wrong, he would still get a pang of jealousy sometimes, Louis was hot as fuck, probably the hottest person Daniel had ever met, and that was saying something. But Louis had actually been the one to introduce him and Armand, and besides, he was too wrapped up in his own relationship for his eyes or his heart to wander off. No, Daniel knew there was no space in Louis’ life for anyone but Lestat.

Lestat, beautiful, mercurial, charismatic Lestat. It had come as no surprise to Daniel, after years and years of hearing about his adventures, his charm, his talent, when his band had hit it big, going viral and topping charts with only an EP and a homemade youtube music video. 

What had come as a surprise, as Daniel interviewed the man for the San Francisco Bay Times, was how quickly they had clicked, getting along like a house on fire right from the beginning. They both had the same sardonic sense of humor, the same wanderlust, general lust for life, and if Armand was to be believed, the same recklessness. Overnight they had become besties, thick as thieves, attached at the hip, so much so it was rare to spot one on a night out without the other. Extending an invitation to one meant extending it to both of them, they were a package deal. 

Unfortunately, that also meant he was, along with Armand, his emergency contact, his first number on speed dial, and his unofficial therapist/attendant whenever he and Louis had a fight. And they fought a lot.   

He was so used by now to Lestat’s late-night emergencies, he picked up his phone before even waking up completely.

“Hmwah?” 

“Daniel, can you come pick me up?” Not even a good night, Daniel, I hope I’m not waking you up then, but Lestat’s nasal voice told him he probably was in no state to think about pleasentries. Daniel went instantly into alert.

“Lestat, what happened? Are you ok?”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because on the other side of the line, Lestat started to sob. Shit. It was going to be one of those nights, then. 

“Lestat, listen to me, are you hurt?” Daniel decided to check, just in case, “Do I need to call someone else?” Gabrielle, the police, an ambulance…

“Lou- Louis and I had a fi- …fight” Lestat hiccupped. Yeah, no shit. “Can y-you come pi- pick me up?”

Daniel sighed,

“Alright, yeah, sure. Where are you?” 

There was a beat of silence on the other side of the line, then some shuffling, as if Lestat was moving around, then a sound of distress, a little pathetic whimper before he seemed to give up.

“Can’t Armand just track my phone?”

Armand was already sitting up on the bed, iPad in hand,

“I got him, let’s go”

Twenty-five minutes later, they were in the bay, parking in front of the seedy bar their friend had undoubtedly been drowning his sorrows in before being cut off, looking for a blonde head of hair in the small crowd. 

“There,” Armand pointed at a slouched figure sitting criss-crossed applesauce on the sidewalk. 

No wonder Daniel hadn’t spotted him before, he was looking for a blonde, and Lestat’s hair was a dirty reddish-purple. Just what the hell had happened to his friend this time?

It took Daniel’s and Armand’s combined strength to pull Lestat up and stuff him into the back seat, uncooperative as he was being.

“Give me the keys” Daniel pretty much demanded once they had managed to close the door without Lestat toppling over.

Armand frowned,

“Why?”

“Because you drive like a maniac” Daniel explained, trying to suppress an eye-roll, “and Lestat’s totaled, so unless you want to be scrubbing his diner off the upholstery at sunrise, you’ll let me drive”

His boyfriend did roll his eyes but tossed the keys at him anyway. 

“Fine. But if he does end up getting sick, you’ll be the one cleaning it”

“Yes, boss” Daniel muttered under his breath as he turned the ignition. A quick side glance at Armand’s unamused face told him he had been heard. 

“Love ya” He offered, sheepishly. There was a choked sound coming from behind. Then, not ten seconds later, full-on wailing as Lestat cried, 

“Louis used to love me!”

“Louis does love you, Lestat” Armand deadpanned, the picture of disinterest on the passenger seat.

“No, he doesn’t!” Lestat all but shrieked, “He called me a sow’s ear! He said I was thin and carping!”

A sow’s ear? Who talked like that anymore? What did that even mean?

Armand let out a pensive hum.

“You are carping. Probably why you get along so well with Daniel…”

Daniel huffed, 

“We’re not carping, we’re simply brutally honest. And for what it’s worth, Lestat, you’re thick af. I think Louis was just trying to hurt you”

“You think I’m thick?” Lestat sniffed. Of course, that was the part he was latching onto.

“Yes, Lestat, you are thick, beefy, swoll, ripped, more strapping than Michelangelo’s David” Daniel could almost physically feel Armand’s new eye-roll, “Happy?”

Jesus.

“Babe… Is there something I should know?”

“Yes, Daniel, Lestat and I are having the most scandalous and torrid illicit affair” His boyfriend spoke at him  in the same bored tone he had used for Lestat, “We’re planning on eloping”

“... Imp”

“... Asshole”

“Brats”

Lestat and Daniel sulked in silence for a while, but at least the blonde had stopped crying. Speaking of, 

“Lestat, what happened to your hair?”

“Louis threw his drink at me” 

Just what was in that drink? Cool- aid? Manic panic? Daniel hoped Lestat had some strong clarifying shampoo at home. It was a testament to Lestat’s love for Louis that the normally vain rock star didn’t even seem to care about his hair at all at the moment.

“He made a mess of me and then broke up with me in front of the whole bar! People had their phones out! It was so humiliating! And then the blaireau blocked me! I tried to call him forty-three times. Look!”

Lestat almost fell to the front seat trying to press his cell phone to Daniel’s ear to show him.

“It’s ok, dude, I believe you,” He said. Then, because he evidently loved to voice the most controversial opinion no matter what, he told him, “Maybe it’s not a bad thing, you know? Maybe it’ll be good for you not to talk to each other for a while…”

Lestat looked completely bewildered. Armand looked alarmed.

“What do you mean?”

Armand was frantically gesturing at Daniel to shut his mouth, but Daniel being the absolute idiot that he was, kept talking.

“Well, I love Louis, you guys know I do. But maybe you guys are…” Dysfunctional? Toxic? More fucked up than Courtney and Kurt? “Not very healthy together. Maybe some time apart will be good for you”

Daniel was sure if the gesture wasn’t so undignified, Armand would have facepalmed. Lestat, on his part, let out an incredulous bark of laugh.

“Not healthy? No, no, we’re passionate. We can be intense sometimes but it’s only cause we love each other so much…”

“Lestat, he set your house on fire once” 

He shrugged,

“So what? He set Armand’s dorm on fire once too”

Daniel felt his jaw drop,

“You realize that makes it worse, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, Daniel” Armand mused, “I had killed his cat…”

“Not on purpose!” Daniel missed the look Lestat and Armand exchanged in the rearview mirror before the latter uttered a dry, 

“Right”

“All I’m trying to say” Yeah, Daniel never knew when to shut up, “is maybe you guys should take a break. You know, explore other options” Daniel really thought he would convince him with that one. How naive of him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Daniel, there’s no one for me but Louis!” And Antoine, and David, and Dora, and Jesse, and Rowan and Gretchen and- “A break? A break?? What would he want a break for? No, Louis and I are forever, he is MINE! There is a CHORD tying us together, an unbreakable bond! He might not see it, but it is REAL!”

 The rest of Lestats rant went on in a french too fast for Daniel to even try to understand, but he got the gist. Armand occasionally threw the perfunctory dirty look at Daniel, but by the time they reach their apartment, Lestat had worn himself out. It was a struggle to get him to the elevator and an even bigger struggle to get him through the hall. There was a perilous moment right after they got inside when Daniel had aimed for the living room and Armand aimed for the kitchen, and they had almost ended up a tangle of limbs on the floor.

“Dude, where are you going?”

“He is not sleeping on the Massaud like that” Armand’s tone broke no argument, making Daniel sigh but immediately yield, following Armand’s lead to the kitchen sink, where Lestat came to just enough to curse at the cold water being poured over the back of his head, but even he in his drunken state knew there was no use fighting when it came to Armand and his ridiculously expensive couch, so he remained pliant as they scrubbed his head with dish soap.

“Well, shit” Daniel declared when it was clear no matter how much they rubbed, rinsed, and repeated, Lestat's previously golden locks were now a bold shade of magenta. 

“Wha?” His friend made a valiant attempt to ask, but his unfocused stare made it clear he wouldn’t understand -much less remember- what happening around him.

“Nothing, buddy” Daniel was swift to reassure him anyway. If anyone could relate to the confusion, vulnerability, and physical discomforts Lestat was undoubtedly feeling, it was him. “Just, Louis left you something to remember him in the morning…”

Lestat’s already glassy eyes lit up at the mention of his (ex) boyfriend,

“A present?”

Daniel sighed, 

“Yeah, dude. Something like that…”

Next to him, Armand took his phone out and snapped a quick picture. Daniel didn’t even bother scolding him.

“For Claudia?” He asked. Armand nodded. Louis’ little sister and he only ever saw eye to eye to talk shit about Lestat. 

“Claudia?” Daniel tried not to laugh at Lestat’s panicked expression and the way his eyes darted around the room searching for the nonexistent threat. 

“She’s not here, you can relax, dude” 

The former blonde visibly deflated, the tension leaving his frame, making Daniel adjust his hold so as not to drop him as he guided him to the couch. 

“She hates me” Lestat confided before throwing himself on the cushions.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Daniel said with as much patience as he could muster, “she’s just very protective of his brother”

“No, she does hate him” Armand stated with his usual solemnity. Daniel fought not to find it endearing.

“Armand, remember our talk about white lies” He waited till his boyfriend nodded his affirmation, “That was one. Lestat is in a vulnerable state and he doesn’t need to be distressed any further” Not to mention they didn’t need another one of his meltdowns.

“Oh” Armand observed, “I don’t think he’s heard anyway”

It was true, Lestat was already out like a light, snoring softly as he held one of the tiny green velvet pillows to his chest. 

“He looks so peaceful like this, I can see what you saw in him”

Armand scoffed derisively, 

“I was young, stupid and had terribly tacky taste back then” 

“Oh, yeah, I can see how your taste in men improved” Daniel snorted, pointing at his Rick and Morty’s black and green pajamas. Armand hooked a finger on the waistline of his cotton pants, tugging him closer.

“My taste has improved greatly” He declared before crashing their mouths together in a kiss that would have their friend howling and whistling at them if he was conscious. 

A sudden bolt of brilliance had Daniel breaking the kiss to suggest,

“Let’s use Lestat’s face to unlock his phone, I wanna change Louis’ ringtone” 

“... Very well, beloved, what do you have in mind?” Armand’s curiosity beated his annoyance at having their moment cut short. 

“Taylor Swift” was all he needed to say. Armand threw his head back in one of his rare, musical, almost boyish bursts of laugh Daniel loved so much. 

Whatever Lestat’s revenge to their little prank would be, Daniel decided right then and there, it would be worth it.

[avicecaro]

happened to my good friends louis de pointe du lac and daniel molloy one time too

you are adult men who have been seeing each other for one (1) year like i am for sure an enjoyer of this dynamic you have constructed but you are aware the erastes-eromenos father-son thing is in your heads right

[depressedraisin]

HAPPENED TO MY GOOD FRIEND DANIEL MOLLOY

[dannymolloy]

1. Pick one of your muses.

2. Fill in the questions/statement as if you are being interviewed for an article and you were your muse

3. Tag 10 people to do this meme, (repost, don’t reblog) Tagged by: @amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance TAGGING: Tags don’t work and lazy so just copy/paste if you feel like it.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Daniel 2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? Daniel John Molloy 3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? Because my dad liked it. 4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? Having to think about this so hard is all manners of fucked up. But I guess I’m taken but with no strings attached? Boss? How does this work?! 5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? Yes. I excel in Draculaism. 6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU. I’m not. Not nearly hot enough and I don’t wave a shitty past around like the American flag. 7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? They call it violet all the time but it’s really just an abomination of blue. 8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? Just- this? I think Lestat called it ash blond once? That one? 9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? Yes. I’m fairly positive my dad is still alive and so is my half-brother. Lets not start on the vampire bloodline because then you’re gonna need a lot more cassettes. Oh you don’t use cassettes....? Fuck- right. Getting old. 10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? I had a dog when I was a kid. 11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. People talking about me as if I’m not there. 12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? I like to kill bad guys. Like a conscienceless Spider-Man. I guess I’m more like Deadpool. But then way less cooler.  13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? Yes. Physically it’s my hobby at the moment. Mentally it just happens. I’m a shitty person. 14. EVER… KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? Yes. It’s my evening work out. 15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? A bat with rabies. And awkwardly long limbs. 16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. I can be pretty selfish. And completely losing myself in the blood. I forget who I am, where I am, what I’m doing and what I should be doing. 17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? Lestat. Spider-Man. 18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? Bisexual I guess. Before the Blood I was mainly straight. Armand and his trickeries made me bicurious back then. 19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? I used to. Finished highschool. Didn’t finish college. 20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? Nah. World is better off without little Molloys. Not that thats a possibility anymore, but still. But no, I have never really been in a real relatioship that could have ended in a happy-ever-after. 21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? No. Although there’s a certain little lady in New Orleans that keeps in contact even though I kinda did some shitty stuff to her. I blame the Blood and none of my actual skills. 22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? Getting killed by those who once liked me. 23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? Jeans and a T-shirt or sweat shirt. 24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? Yes.*silence* Oh, you want names? Uh- Armand. And I really loved my grandma. The most of everyone ever. 25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? Does blood count? This evening. 26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) Lowest of the lower class. I‘m scum. Down right gutter trash. *chuckles* 27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? I like to consider Lestat a friend. Jesse’s nice and Benji’s a wonderful kid I love to hang out with. I have two mortal friends. Rémy and Sangria. But I barely see them. Mostly because I want to have then for breakfast if we hang out longer than half an hour. 28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? Don’t eat it when you’re drunk.  29. FAVORITE DRINK? Blood 30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? San Francisco. And being crammed in a one-person coffin with Armand. 31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? All the time. Armand’s a constant. Also vampire women are hot. And don’t get me started on Lestat. Or David. Goddamn... 32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? .................You are the worst interviewer ever! How’s that a smooth transition?! You gotta stick to your topic and only veer off if the other leads it that way. I’m not gonna answer if you continue down this route. 33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? Ocean. As a vampire you don’t need to breathe so you can go pretty deep. One time I went so deep, my ears started bleeding. 34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? Blonde. Blue eyes. Good set of breasts. Confident. 35. ANY FETISHES? ...I can be quite the masochist. Let’s keep it at that. 36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? Always bottom. Taking control freaks me out. 37. CAMPING OR INDOORS? Indoors. 38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END This was kinda fun. But you do need some more training. For example- on most questions I could have gotten away with just a Yes or No. You gotta ask open questions. ‘Who, What, Where, When, Why, How’ etc.But this was fun. See you next time.