Daniel,There are a thousand methodologies of what it means to be broken and lost. As though there is a step by step guide, only waiting for us to notice the cracks…
#//HAPPY BULLSHIT HALLMARK DAY
Yes and also #RIGHT IN THE FEELS
Tag Archives: vagabonddaniel
Got tagged~♥~
Got tagged by redversaillesrose
(♛ Lestat here, darlings. Mun was tagged but I felt like answering these, so I am dictating these answers.)
1. Why did you choose your URL?
She chose it because she clearly wants her Interview w/ the Vampire. It’s actually a little twist on the old MTV slogan, “I want my MTV.” Currently she prefers her interviews to be with the one that wasn’t initially interviewed, c’est moi, mes amis.
2. What is your middle name?
I do have a middle name, Christophe Marie. The mun’s middle name is Dorothy. How very Wizard of Oz.
3. If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be?
I AM a fairytale pet! Hm… so many to choose from, and I don’t even know the full index of them all. I would say a beautiful little lady fairy, with endowments that would be fun to watch bounce *ahem*… a small winged dragon that I could take to the air with me. That is one thing Mojo (or any other dogs so far) unfortunately did not enjoy.
4. Favourite colour?
RED. GOLD. Gem tones in general. Creamy white. I must have several gray velvet blazers in my wardrobe at all times.
5. Favourite song?
The great Bon Jovi’s ‘Livin’ on a Prayer’ is a close second to Springsteen’s ‘Secret Garden.’
Honorable mentions: Queen’s ‘We Will Rock You’, Chamillionaire – ‘Ridin’ ft. Krayzie Bone’
6. What are your top 3 fandoms?
I am just getting into Superwholock… just kidding just kidding, put your holy water and sharpened stakes down! Vampire Chronicles. It is my fandom, after all. Is there a Sam Spade fandom? A Blade Runner fandom? I shall start them.
7. Why do you enjoy Tumblr?
The drama in the coven The beautiful tribute artwork of myself, my loved ones, the written declarations of love to us! Who can resist that kind of production? I do also get alot out of the fashion, the pop culture, and the photography. Especially photography of sunrises, sunsets, vistas in the daylight *siiiigh.*
8) Tag 9 of your tumblr crushes (they have to do all 8 questions too) ((if you want to of course))
~~~> If I tagged an RP account, answer ic! ouo <~~~
tagging (in no particular order) vampchronfic, annabellioncourt, coldinhumanity, sheepskeleton, garama, teabq, damnitarmand, a-misunderstanding-my-love, tickedtabbyflower, vagabonddaniel, any anyone else who wants to do it!
Word: Stripes
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
The glassy eyes of the corpse watch me as I try to catch my breath. I came to moments ago, standing in the center of the hotel room, her body crumpled on the floor, bloodless and unmoving. I do not remember this woman with her striped dress and retro hairdo. I have no memory of meeting her or of bringing her here. I don’t even recognize the hotel room. It might be under her name.
Shit, shit, shit.
I shake myself out of stillness. I have to do something. The hotel information on the table tells me this room is in Philadelphia. Last I remember, I was in Charlotte, North Carolina. I don’t know how I got here or how long I’ve been here. I don’t think the woman’s been dead more than a few hours because blood courses through my veins. I assume it used to be hers. But I’m working with a very limited set of facts. And the thing about hotels is, they don’t let you hole up for days. Eventually, they make you open the door. How long do I have? I don’t know.
The corpse has black hair and fake eyelashes. The stripes on her dress are blue and white. She is—was—pretty. Now she’s a corpse. Beauty doesn’t matter when you’re dead.
I pick up the hotel phone and dial Night Island. There’s no answer. I dial his office number. This time, he picks up. His tone is smooth, all business. All he says is, “Hello.” I slam the receiver down. I pace. I stare at the corpse. She’s watching me.
No, no, she’s dead. Murdered. I killed her.
I do not remember killing her. And this isn’t the first time this is happened.
I swallow my panic. It’s just a body. I can handle this.
What I can’t handle is blacking out and losing time. The cracks in my sanity are spreading like cracks in glass, growing and splintering off in a thousand directions and soon my mind will be shattered to pieces.
I pick up the phone again but this time, I don’t dial. I just stare at the corpse. “I fucked up,” I tell her. But then I amend that statement. “I am fucked up.”
She knew it was true. Maybe it was her last thought.
If I don’t clean up this mess, it may very well be mine.
Brushes
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
Cool fingers brush my hand as he gives me the book. The touch is feather light and possibly unintentional but it sends a current through me. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I swallow and look away from the vampire, glancing down at the ratty paperback.
It’s Catch-22. He picked it up from a park bench and read it in minutes. Now he wants me to read it so we can discuss the cynicism of modern man and modern warfare, and how it compares to the wars he’s witnessed, as if Armand has ever really seen war. Neither of us has ever stood on a battlefield, at least not according to what he’s told me. It’s strange how the longer I run from
him, the closer we seem to get. He’s on the bar stool next to me but his leg
keeps touching mine. I keep pretending not to notice.His amber eyes watch me, waiting. He wants me to read it
now, as if I too could simply flip through it and absorb its contents. But I’m
only a mortal man. As it happens, I have read it, but it was years ago, when I
was thirteen, and I don’t remember it all that well.His collar is crooked so I set the book on the bar, take a
swig of my whiskey to steady my nerves, and then… I reach over. I adjust his
collar, but my fingers linger on his ivory skin, brush his collarbone. It’s an
intimate gesture. And the exact second we both realize how close our bodies are, it’s
like we become magnetized and break apart. He gets up. “I have things to attend
to,” he says, throwing cash on the bar. It’s a hundred dollar bill. I’ve had
two drinks. Money is nothing to him. I don’t argue. He leans over my shoulder,
his rich voice in my ear. “You should try harder to escape me, Daniel. I’m
getting bored.”My heart hammers. I should be terrified.
But all I feel is another current of electricity racing through me at the way
my name sounded on his lips.
Hey, I follow a lot of RP blogs and I frequently see stuff like you have on your blog that says “Mun is over 21 and only RPs with adults”. I don’t understand why this is a common thing. What’s so bad about RPing with minors? Do people not think teens are mature? If it’s because of the smut, I kind of get why (although I’m sure the teens would be more than willing to RP that). And why 21 instead of 18? I’m 16, I can’t wait that long!
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
ooc, obviously: Well, it’s 21 because when I created my blog, I shamelessly copied the blog warnings of my friends. I think 21 is like a safety net, to discourage people who are, say, 17 and 10 months or whatever. I have since RP’d with plenty of people who are 19 and 20, so I should probably change that to 19.
It’s 100% due to child pornography laws and the fact that if I write smut with someone who’s not legally an adult, I could be legally prosecuted for it. That’s not something I want to have to defend myself against in court. So that’s for my own protection. It’s just super illegal. It doesn’t matter if you’re writing a character who’s 25 or 200 or 910. The law won’t care you were RPing the Tenth Doctor. They will see that an adult exchanged inappropriate messages with a teenager and that’s not okay.
As the adult in the situation, I cannot participate, encourage, or engage in that kind of thing. I don’t even write smut that often—not a fan of PWP—but given how RP tends to end up in a weird, ambiguous, or smutty areas, it’s all about being on the safe side.
I know it sucks. Back when I was teen, the internet was pretty new and people weren’t worried about that stuff because it literally didn’t occur to them to be worried about it. Nowadays, all it takes is the wrong thing to end up on your internet history and you can be prosecuted.
What you can do now is RP with other teens, and I know there are a lot of teens in the tumblr RP community.
How did you react when you found out Armand had gone into the sun?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
How do you think? I broke apart. Whatever small pieces of my brain were clinging to sanity lost their grip in a flood of grief and loss so profound that it made the sound rush out of the world. The air was sucked from the atmosphere. Everything stopped and I was sure, so sure, it would never start again. And worse, part of me didn’t want it to.
When it did, I ran. Not from anything – there was nothing but ash to run from. And not to anything – there was nothing but ash to run toward. So I ran aimlessly across the globe as if I could escape the grief, but it was inside me, clawing at my bones, scraping at my soul. Tearing down whatever shreds of lucidity were left in me until I was a hollow, wandering thing, useless and doomed.
VC HS AU
compiled from a chat with:
queenofthesavagegarden, vagabonddaniel, i-want-my-iwtv, merciful-death, viaticumforthemarquise, and damnitarmand
- TheatreJock!Lestat
- TeachersPet!Armand
- Marius is the the guidance counselor that was mysteriously fired from a junior high
- Louis and Lestat have quick sex under the bleachers almost every day
- and during L/L breakup times, Louis and Armand make out there
- And occasionally, Louis and Nicki make out there too
- Daniel would run the school blog and twitter
- and Daniel would take AP English and Journalism
- when Dan is having a really bad day he hangs out in Marius’s office and plays with Marius’s models of things.
- Louis would spend like 8 hrs telling Daniel his life story one sat nite.
- Louis would be the dirty hipster
- Louis would be the pretentious asshole running the book club
- who listens to all the music you’ve never heard of
- and watches all the indie films you’ve never heard of
- and he would have his hair up in a manbun
- and wear glasses
- and be a cute patoot
- Daniel and Armand would be that couple that is constantly breaking up
- and getting back together
- and you only know if they’re on or off if you see them making out against the lockers
- or holding hands or whatever
- I realize that these couples are the couples that the friend group dedicates their lunch talking about
- Armand would hang out with the goth kids, and they would consider him their leader, but he wouldnt comform to their all-black dress code
- and one of the goth kids, Santiago, is always trying to usurp him
- but the other goth kids still hold Armand up as the leader
- bc Santiago was kinda douchey
- Nicolas plays crazy violin music as bg tunes for the goth club
- Nicolas and Lestat once dated but had a nasty breakup and everyone knows not to ask either one of them about it
- Nicki is also first chair violin in orchestra
- Nicolas doesn’t hang out with the band geeks tho
- Which is so weird
- Nicolas is that musician who hangs out with the theatre crowd.
- Nicolas is Lestat’s ex
- who controls the student orchestra
- especially when Lestat has the lead in a musical
- and they have all these fucked up fights at rehearsal
- David is head librarian
- David is Giles
- and acts basically like Giles from BTVS
- And is also basically the good looking librarian people crush on
- He fucking is
- (ok but David is literally Giles)
- Jesse runs a ghost hunting club
- Everyone would make fun of her but she’s too cool and nice
- Jesse likes to sit in on everyone’s club meetings at least once.
- Jesse and Daniel would hang out and commiserate over their weird friends
- She would comfort him during his Armand drama
- And punch Daniel when he’s a douchebag
- Gabrielle is “Stacey’s Mom”
- LESTAT’S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN ON
- Gabrielle is the MILF everyone can’t decide if they’re creeped out about or hot for
- INCLUDING Lestat haha
- but when anyone looks at her when she’s chaperoning a dance Lestat gets very protective of her
- Akasha is the ex-principle that everyone but Lestat hates
- Akasha wanted to make the high school an all-girls exclusive private school
- Akasha was fired bc she tried to expel almost all the guys
- And legit she did get alot of male students and teachers expelled
- before people caught on
- and realized what was up
- and how she and Lestat made out in the nurse’s office
- Mael is Groundskeeper Willy
- and he just grumbles at everyone
- to get off his lawn
- Jesse befriends Mael and is the only one who understands him
- He lets Jesse have meetings on his lawn
- Like in Home Alone
- and he gives her a bracelet that he found on the field years ago
- Mekare is the Principal of the Damned
- All she does is stare at everyone
- Maharet is the assistant principal who does most of the work
- Gabrielle has an affair with the Western Civ teacher
- And that is a new teacher, Bianca
- so that Lestat’s mom has hot lesbian affairs with his teachers
- Madeleine is the creepy Home Ec teacher
- and she has them making dolls for a whole semester
- “how does this help us-“
- "SHUT UP AND GO BACK TO YOUR MACHINE”
- Merrick was Louis’ rebound relationship from Lestat
- until Lestat somehow got her expelled for witchcraft
- you have to have the pagan chick
- who smokes cloves
- and burns incense in her car
- and corrects everyone who says “god” with “goddess”
- Merrick was scaring the goth kids
- by saying she could call down ghosts and also she had a jade dagger
- that she cut Louis with
- Yeah, Louis had a really freaky relationship with her
- he liked it at the time
- He kind of misses that creepy sex but then Lestat reminds him why he’s better
- and then there’s this little girl Claudia who is super smart for her age
- so she goes to the high school
- Who has a massive crush on Louis and tried to legitimately kill Lestat
- Louis humors her by spending time in study hall with her in the library
- and then she gets him to take her to the dance
- Khayman is the nice free period teacher that everyone loves because he lets them do whatever they want
- Santino is the drill sergeant gym teacher who everyone hates
- but they do what he says
- All the mean kids steal Flavius’ peg leg
- Pandora is the hot Ancient Civilizations teacher
Daniel’s New Year Rocking Eve – FYI
//So here’s the deal:
-This is going to be unorganized chaos. That’s totally cool.
-I’m going to be posting a few random starter threads starting tomorrow (some short paragraph, some conversation starters). ANYONE is free to respond, run with them, and make their own party threads. It doesn’t matter if there are multiples of each character or whatever. It’s a giant freaking party. Talk amongst yourself. Make your own fun.
-I obviously can’t respond to everything even if it’s directed at me. I am one person. (Other Daniels are as welcome to join in and co-opt the party as other characters. Feel free! There are going to be like 5 of everyone at this point so… let’s just run with it.)
-Armand and Daniel’s NYC Brownstone (for purposes of this experiment) is a giant house. Not as a big as Trinity Gate but you know. Big. It has fire escapes, parlors with fireplaces, a library, a roof, and room cleared out to be something of a ballroom. Don’t worry about sticking to reality. If you think it’d be in their house, run with it. This is about fun, not creating some illusion of accuracy or all agreeing the sofa is forest green, etc.
-All relevant posts will be tagged DNYRE (short for Daniel’s New Year’s Rocking Eve). If you want to make threads about the party, please tag them accordingly.
-HAVE FUN. You’re all welcome to participate. You’re all equally welcome to blacklist the tag and ignore this whole mess. I will not take it personally.
-I HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE. I’ve done forum RP events, but tumblr is a strange beast. So feel free to make suggestions (now or later… my inbox is open) or start your own threads about the party. I literally have no idea what’s happening.
-HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Whose brilliant idea was it for you to go live with Marius?
vagabonddaniel-recordedarchives:
Marius’?
It’s not as if it was discussed and planned in advance. I was falling apart. He found me and took me in.
It was the idea that made the most sense.
I fear what the alternative could be if you had been left, broken and maddened, wandering without any destination or consideration for your own well-being. Bringing you into my home, under my care, was the right thing to do. I refuse to believe otherwise.
Plus, at the time, I firmly believed in my heart that it was what he would have wanted. That in his absence you wouldn’t face the rest of an eternity (or as little as a year, destructive as you were) alone. I was happy to do it. In your company, in your adopted mannerisms, it allowed me to see bits of him again peeking through. (Deny what you will of your commonalities. You are both too deep in the skin of the other for there not to be shared traits anymore.)
It patched a void in my own aching heart. I would do it again without hesitation.
The Christmas Card (a short holiday story)
For: wicked-felina
From: vagabonddaniel
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