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[skyrigel]

Daniel was asking the time when he would be skinned alive

[bluerosefox]

Siblings Behavior

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie aren't causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

[ipadhannibal]

Devil's Minion and fears of abandonment after Daniel's turning

I think that the concept script of the Devil's Minion reunion after they've broken up really demonstrates a lot of the issues that led them to this point.

So, Daniel saw vampirism as both a way to live forever with Armand and as proof of his commitment to him. Armand saw it as a curse and as killing Daniel. These differences made them have terrible fights, solidified Daniel's fears that he was a mortal toy that would be abandoned once he died, and solidified Armand's fears that Daniel would abandon and resent him once he got what he wanted. And crucially, these misconceptions were never resolved before Daniel was turned.

When they reunite, Daniel specifically says that "A child made me that refuses to make blooddrinkers, I have no maker". The one person who saw Armand as more than his youthful appearance (a great insect, a thoughtful young man, both handsome and terrible) is now referring to him as a child - because this is Daniel saying that he's no longer a mortal toy, but an immortal equal. This wording is also cutting to both Armand's insecurities about his age and his fears about Daniel becoming disillusioned with him. Plus, it's Daniel lashing out that Armand never wanted to make him a vampire (or in Daniel's mind, never truly loved him as an equal).

"I know. It was as you said. You loved me mortal". The "easy cleft of [Daniel's] mortality" is replaced by Armand's dark blood, making Daniel a man the same as Armand. Daniel can no longer show the joy of sexual desire to Armand through his mortality, nor can he be 'penetrated' through Armand reading his thoughts. Again, by making him his equal, Armand has seemingly lost both desire and interest in Daniel.

Armand then kisses him - he's used to exchanging sexual acts for love and wants to communicate that he does still love Daniel as a vampire. But of course, the sexual desire isn't the actual crux of the issue, but the fear of abandonment, which Armand has actually made worse by leaving Daniel alone.

Daniel tells him to leave and explains how he went with the other vampires instead of to Night Island because Armand "gave it over to mortal hands and left us" . Armand seemingly gave away their love (Night Island) to other mortals once Daniel was turned, and gave Daniel over to other vampires instead of keeping him himself. And! Daniel isn't running away and waiting for Armand to bring him home this time - he's staying put and telling Armand to leave him. The rules of their 'chase', where Daniel runs and Armand follows, have been disrupted now that Daniel is also a vampire.

Daniel was attracted to Armand's immortality just as Armand was attracted to Daniel's mortality. Ironically, now that they are on a more even playing ground, they fear the other has lost interest. Without the dynamic of push and pull or the chase, their relationship becomes stagnated instead of adapting - and eventually fizzles out.

Or, tldr: "I love you." "Are you certain?"

[oetscop]

this is kinda old and i almost didnt post it. i kinda gave up on making a full rainer ref like i did with daniel soooo take this ^}^

this is after 1997 and before 2000 when he went missing for good.

[camellia-thea]

okay. just rambling here, but, i think armand took more than just the end of the interview away from daniel.

we got that little moment about that night, saying 'you asked me to' to louis. 'you asked me to take this from you, you could not live with it,' leading into, 'i look after you when you cannot look after yourself, i make those choices for you.'

we know that during the chase and devil's minion era, daniel was an addict, who was, by his own admission, slowly killing himself. he was also addicted to blood.

it's really not too far to make the jump, if devil's minion occurred, that armand made the choice to step in, in his own mind, for daniel's best interests. i know this isn't a unique jump to make, but; again with armand's "i look after him when he cannot look after himself" continual reiteration, i think it's a fair assumption.

he can also replace and blur memories, which makes the discussion of alice and paris -- why the dessert from that night? -- and how immediate and sincere his answer of "she wanted to say yes, but she didn't trust you. you hadn't given her a reason to." this could be the night he took them away, replaced himself with alice, planted something similar for her to start the relationship, then step back and watch it fall. and i think the thing that stands out there is just how tender he is while saying it. there's an undercurrent of something else entirely underneath, it isn't a dig at daniel in the moment, despite the pushing earlier in the scene.

and then in s1, when louis say to daniel, "i'd give it to you now." and the cut to armand, still in disguise, and his micro-expression of horror, the way he stiffens and looks away... and the little moment of what i read as conflict when daniel says no. his jump to "may i be excused?" i can't tell in the moment, if he's horrified about the offer itself, the fact that it is louis offering to turn daniel rather than himself, or the fact that daniel denies it. because i don't think armand could actually let daniel die if this was the case.

the disguise itself-- why pretend to be rashid? i think part of it is to try and hide behind a human persona to keep those memories at bay; especially given the little moments of flashback that got triggered by little mannerisms. i can't decide whether they're intentional pushes or not, whether armand wanted/wants daniel to remember on his own, or wants to keep it under wraps. i think, even if he believes he doesn't want it to come forward, he truly does deep down.

and once he's revealed himself as armand, the way he gazes at daniel, his beautiful boy. the continued "our boy", from both he and louis, the "he's still in there, somewhere..."

and i think "our boy" is also really interesting, because why would daniel be armand's boy, based solely on the moments that louis initially remembered? armand didn't really have any emotional connection to daniel that night, sure, he saved him, but that doesn't really mean anything; he saved daniel for louis, not for daniel's sake.

and, jumping back "our boy,[...] he's still in there somewhere"... there's implication that louis might know about it? again, i don't think this is related to the original interview, or at least, limited to it? i don't have anything concrete here, just vibes, but again, why is armand's boy still in there somewhere?

and sure, some of these are reaches and i don't think i'm necessarily right, but god it would be deliciously awful if i was.

[frightfullytreeish]

my name is tree and I'm here to say I just remembered the buckley parents gave maddie her baby box right in front of buck knowing full well they didn't have one for him and yet somehow still managed to look startled when he asked hopefully about his own box and now I am shooting lasers at them with my brain in a major way

[4myrx]

writing lookism fics with OCs (or any fandom with OCs) is kinda anxiety-inducing to me because if I make my OC defeat a canon character would that just be cringe or annoying or—

[bluerosefox]

Of Tiny Tots, Mistaken Identities, and Reunions

Seventeen year old Damian Wayne is dragged to a business deal outside of Gotham (along with his father and Drake), mostly to keep up appearances that the family does work outside of Gotham, networking, and because Damian does need to learn the ropes of the company, he decides to head outside the meeting with the Manson family to get a breather (mainly cause the Manson's were annoying him fully, it was like they were trying to suck up towards Damian and trying to push their daughter on him but at the same time he caught them almost insulting and hostile towards him before they would stop and correct themselves) when out of the blue a three year old toddler with black hair comes running over with a cheerful "Daddy!" and latches onto his leg.

Damian is stunned in place but feels frozen when he hears a voice, older and almost identical to his own but he can detect a familiarity in it, a voice he only hears in his dreams nowadays say.

"Ellie, no! That's not me Starlight! I'm so sorry dude-"

When Damian turned his head towards the voice he's meet with an near identical face, granted there were some minor differences, but very, very familiar pair of striking blue eyes staring at him. Eyes that were somehow full of life, which shouldn't be possible because the last time he saw those eyes they had been dim and milked over years ago. The speaker had become startled at the his sudden turn and the words that he had been saying had quickly died out when he too took in Damian's features.

"D...Damian?..." the name came out so soft and small that Damian almost didn't hear it but he did.

And before Damian could stop himself, he spoke a name he hadn't dared utter in years.

"Danyal."

His twin looked like he had just seen a ghost, and Damian was sure he looked the same. And given the last time they had last saw each other it was no wonder they both looked like death warmed over them for a moment.

After all... Damian had failed to protect his brother, Danyal al Ghul all those years ago on a botched mission.

His bother who... wasn't dead.

His brother who was looking like he wanted to run but was keeping himself rooted in his spot.

His brother whose eyes were glancing downwards and seemed so nervous.

His brother who knew the little girl, Ellie, still hugging his legs.

His brother who had... responded and corrected her mix up when she had called Damian 'Daddy.'

And oh, she's looking up at him and making grabby hands wanting to be picked up and she has Danyal's eyes and his nose and-

Oh... Damian.... Damian's an uncle it seems.

[island-in-the-shadows]

Did I need to write Armand bending Daniel over the railing of their opera box at the Met opera and railing him while making the mortals ignore them during the intermission of La Boheme in the fall of 1977? No.

But it's where the story wanted to go, babes.

[emotoangel]

ready to risk it all for u, 2016 fan fiction authors <3

[bubblegumflavor]

Fanfiction link list 2024

Am I not promoting my fanfictions enough if not even mutuals know that I write? 🤔 Let me try to fix this!

My name on Ao3:

BoysWhoMaybeWatchedSunsets

My Lawrusso stories so far:

The Ride (CK past s4) (completed)

"Dear Clarence,..." ~a teen idol story (TKK) (completed with the option of the extended end coming) (Set in the 80s. Daniel is a famous actor, Johnny has a secret crush on him.. then their worlds collide!)

Two holiday event themed Lawrusso one shots:

The Game (TKK) (completed)

To someone special (TKK) (completed)

Dancing in the fire (Crossover fanfiction mainly Lawrusso mixed with The Outsiders and Stranger Things ships and characters) (ongoing) (Daniel moves to New York to become a dancer! His new room mate is an underground MMA fighter, the most impossible guy in the world. There's no way he would ever fall for that asshole...he thought.)

My Jally stories so far:

My Bubblegum Heaven (multi chapter - completed) (Dally takes the blame for Johnny's crime. No one dies, just Dally spends 5 years in prison while Johnny does everthing to make the best out of his life and have a home prepared for Dally's return.)

Only You ~A very Jally Christmas (one shot - completed)

...to be continued =)

[nenaveenstra]

Opgroeien met sociale media

Parasociale relaties, Dan & Phil, en een digitaal klimaat dat werkt voor jou

Onlangs las ik ergens dat veel mensen van mijn generatie (Gen Z) geld zouden neerleggen om ervoor te zorgen dat social media-platforms zoals Instagram en TikTok niet zouden bestaan, en dat ze hun kinderen later pas vanaf hun twaalfde een smartphone zouden geven. “En dat terwijl ze zelf zoveel tijd op die apps spenderen!” klonk het verbaasd.

Ik was helemaal niet verbaasd. Ik ben één van die jongeren die vanaf heel jonge leeftijd in aanraking kwamen met social media, ik ben zo goed als opgevoed door nerds op YouTube, ik heb mijn depressieve gedachten geshowcased aan een anonieme menigte op Instagram. Ik ben opgegroeid met zowel de mooie, als de minder mooie kanten van het internet, en ik ben het ermee eens: dit is geen gezonde plek voor kinderen, ten minste niet unsupervised.

Dit is een fragment uit mijn nieuwste Substack-post. Lees het hier verder.

[chess-blackmyre]

Aidoneus: Chapter One

Summary:

Despair they charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee: MacDuff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped. --MacBeth, Act 5 Scene 8 As a blizzard descends on the city of Chicago, the Gaffney Medical Center must save one of their own from a brutal attack.

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 12 - Beautiful Boy

{tool - parabol}

Being caged in Marius’s arms makes Daniel think of the portico at the Villa of Mysteries. Arms like the steadfast ancient columns, his bones like stone. 

Feels nice, though.

Daniel shifts in Marius’s lap, his legs stretched out, ankles crossed on the arm of the couch. Marius cradles in him there, teeth hard in Daniel’s neck, thumb stroking the opposite artery as he takes swallow after swallow.

It’s so very like him, really, sort of gentlemanly, and yet fear needles through all the same. Perfunctory, until he rips the almost-healed wounds open again. Clinical, until Daniel hears the small grunt, or he gently tugs at Daniel’s earlobe, or he squeezes the inside of Daniel’s thigh. He thinks Marius must be full of shit, every time he lectures about how vampires lack carnality.

But he thinks of the Villa of Mysteries, for some reason. Caged in. If Marius decided not to let him go, Daniel wouldn’t be strong enough to fight him.

Doesn’t want to go anywhere, though. He sighs happily into the pain, shivering as Marius’s nails drag across the back of his neck. He’s as carnal as everyone else, at the end of the day, once there’s blood in his mouth. And Daniel knows he’s gotten ruthless when he hunts, even though he tries to hide it.

His eyes close and he thinks about that night. Marius must be able to see it, and Daniel doesn’t mind. He hopes, as he sinks into the memory, that the pictures might become even richer.

Armand, walking quietly, in and out of the moonlight as they pass through the portico, through the stripes of the shadows. Warm and lifelike in his stolen denim jacket, that still smelled like the human he stole it from. Cigarettes and sweat and cologne, like a normal mortal boy.

The house had been so hollow at night, and Daniel hadn’t been able to see the frescos very well in the dark. Armand had stared and stared, though, trying to read meaning in them, so very quiet. 

“I think he wondered about you,” Daniel mumbles, without meaning to. He closes his eyes and reaches to touch the back of Marius’s head, as if to hold him there. He doesn’t have the power to, of course, but Marius is pliant. Allows Daniel to stroke his hair. He remembers being on his knees, for the sacrament, like giving head. Remembers all the times he held the back of Armand’s head, just like this, while spilling into his mouth.

Marius bites hard, and tears at his skin, opening a larger gash. Large enough for the tip of his tongue, and the sensation of it, being touched on the inside where he shouldn’t, zings down to his elbows. 

Armand’s face had been so ruddy and human, his cheeks a little pink. Full cheeks, like he never quite grew out of his baby fat. It was easy not to see it sometimes, when he could be so cold and alien. And maybe that night in Pompeii was the first time Daniel really noticed. Something vulnerable about him, when he could go soft with curiosity. Looked like a child.

He’s seen Armand in Marius’s visions. Messy little thing. Always glowing warm in the firelight—Marius doesn’t have any memories of Armand in the sun, either. 

“That was the night he told me he loved me,” Daniel sighs. Dreamy sigh, because he doesn’t hate the memory. Because Marius’s tongue is in him, and the dizziness of blood loss is getting cozy. He sinks into the pain, the heat, his toes curling as he hears Marius swallow again. “He must have been thinking about you.”

Marius shudders. He grunts, and shifts Daniel in his lap. The ancient blood tingles in Daniel’s throat as Marius bites his tongue and heals the wound, and lingers there while it closes up. Licks over the healed skin in reverence.

“I didn’t know at the time,” Daniel mumbles. Sleepy now, as the pleasure rushes through. Coming down from the high, and the sun is coming. He cuddles against Marius’s body, rubs his face into Marius’s hair. “Didn’t know about you. It was just the next place I went. But he must have been thinking about you. Chased us both there.”

Daniel remembers Armand’s face, his eyes, as he stepped into the moonlight, as he searched the walls for clues. When he leans in to kiss Marius on the mouth, he tastes his own blood. 

He was looking for you. 

[evermorepeyton]

CHAPTER 15 of my DNPxF1 au fic is up now 🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️✨✨✨✨✨

[if-you-built-yourself-a-myth]

A while after the events of the Interview, Daniel Malloy intends to pass his last "Daniel the human" years in New York City, whether Armand likes it or not. However, when Daniel's neighbors begin to complain about the living situation, and the noise, Daniel and Armand will have to tackle the most depraved, immoral coven ever founded: the condo Homeowners' Association.

Chapter Two is posted! Sorry it took so long.