DARLING

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'𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚘? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎?'

selective single-muse roleplay blog for Daniel Perkins, a fandomless original character. conducted by VII. Mutuals only and 20+ as that's what's most comfortable for me. This blog will contain some dark and mature themes like child abuse, violence and religious trauma. Personals and Minors DNI.

A CONCERTO IN THREE MOVEMENTS: I. the superpowered musician, classical music and opera II. pain in perfectionism, isolation, desperation for approval, III. triumph, glory, baptism in pain, the show begins.

CARRD || HEADCANONS || MEME TAG || MULTIMUSE

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hey folks, i know i've been super scarse. kissing you all and dropping here to say

dan's been officially moved to my multimuse @vullcanica for now.

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hey folks, i know i've been super scarse. kissing you all and dropping here to say

dan's been officially moved to my multimuse @vullcanica for now.

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hey folks, i know i've been super scarse. kissing you all and dropping here to say

dan's been officially moved to my multimuse @vullcanica for now.

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if you leave Dan in charge of music for a car ride and then put him on the spot with 'idk just pick something you like' he would simply play orthodox plainchant. now what. listening to troparion liturgical hymns bc your lameass couldn't decide between 15 cardi songs that all sound the same smh

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Pov: cryptid encounters with this man

[somerpmemes]

Schitt’s Creek S2 Starters

Change as needed

“Oh, to be so naive.”

“Your hands are so soft for someone who does nothing but manual labor.”

“What you did was impulsive, capricious, and melodramatic… but it was also wrong.”

“It’s not like I didn’t think about what you said.”

“I guess, just tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

“Oh, ___, it’s a rare gift to strip vanity of its charm and yet here you are.”

“You’re like a big, dirty raccoon, ___.”

“Happy to help. I’m sure you’d do the same for me if you had anything to offer.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty amazing.”

“Small minds don’t reach for the stars.”

“Was it wrong, or was it just unconventional?”

“Okay well, I’m not gonna argue with you, ‘cause I need you to keep working, we’re in too deep.”

“Shopping used to cheer me up.”

“I don’t know how to ride a bike.”

“In fashion, durable and elegant rarely go hand in hand.”

“God, you’re like a fancy dinner plate that you don’t wanna budge off the edge of the table.”

“Seriously, don’t think about it.”

“You seem stressy.”

“Okay, there are certain lies I tell myself and if you are any kind of a friend you will let me cling to those lies.”

“We’re a long way from any hospitals.”

“I need to ask you a serious question: has it gotten worse or are you just not wearing any makeup?”

“I’m so tired. Tell me a story.”

“I thought you weren’t getting involved.”

“What does “word to the wise” even mean?”

“Look at your little doll lips.”

“What’s this? Looks expensive.”

“I was gonna leave but now I don’t want to.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, but you get stuff done.”

“I think I need a hug or something.”

“I’d sooner poke my eyes out with hat pins.”

“Stop doing that with your face.”

“You know what they say, if you can’t be by yourself then you probably shouldn’t be in a relationship.”

“Okay, you’re sounding very sketchy right now.”

“I’m both excited and terrified for tonight.”

“You sound like my conscience.”

“For the most part, I’d rather be here by myself than engage in meaningless conversation with people I don’t care about.”

“A little healthy competition never hurt anyone.”

“On a scale of one to I’m gonna get beat up by an angry local, where do we see this look fall?”

“I’m going to a sketchy bar on the outskirts of town.”

“You know how at home I am at sketchy bars.”

“I’m the one who should go missing.”

“How long are we gonna be doing this?”

“It’s like everybody saw you coming and left.”

“Oh, bless you dear, but a name tag does not go with this ensemble.”

“I’m counting on you to be discreet.”

“You know, if you expect me to drive you to work, it would be nice if you were ready on time.”

“You sound a bit like a dictator.”

“You know, being approachable isn’t that important anyways.”

“Just remember if things go south, there’s a loaded BB gun in the back.”

“There’s a button missing on your jacket.”

“How much trouble are we in?”

“I dated enough Wall Street losers to know that “making things liquid” is not a good thing.”

“Someone has to find naked pictures of me, better you than a stranger in a storm cellar.”

“There are nude photos of me all over the internet.”

“The amount of times I run into you in this place is, like, out of a romantic comedy.”

“If you need money, I can give you money.”

“You regret that embarrassing photos of you aren’t online?”

“Then allow me to offer you some advice. Take a thousand naked pictures of yourself now. “

“Nothing’s easy about this.”

“I don’t think sex appeal is the guiding principle behind nurse’s uniforms.”

“You look like a stick of gum.”

“Are you sure that you’re cut out for this?”

“I brought you some trail mix, but I spilled it in my purse.”

“Sounds like something you’d find at a serial killer’s house.”

“You know, I have to say I’m impressed.”

“Why is everybody screaming?”

“This is gonna bring us to a breaking point.”

“I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a little… sad sack-y today.”

“This is so cute for me.”

“You are an inexplicably cocky imbecile!”

“I can almost guarantee you that someone has killed themselves in this room.”

“You were my mistake, which I take full credit for.”

“If there’s one thing I’ve learned from The Good Wife it’s never accept a first offer.”

“Well thank you so much for this. It was entirely unhelpful, but thank you nevertheless.”

“Okay, ___, if you have to lie about something you should breathe out while you answer because it really just calms you down.”

“If you know so much about this, why don’t you come with me then?”

“When you have limited resources, your best course of action is to create a stir.”

“It’s only weird if you think it’s weird.”

“You should feel really good about yourself.”

“Wanna get some air?”

“For once in your life, shh!”

[waterandsilver]

my favourite genre of fictional men are those ones who should be cool and badass because of their powers or character designs, but are pathetic instead. never had a good day in their life. an insult from a child could probably make them cry. wet paper bag men. you know the ones

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small Danny doodle to kickstart me being here again? why not

ft. slightly longer haired dan, annoyance.jpeg and The Death Stare

[snowinthesahara-blog]

Visit Original Link

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About him being quiet by nature. That also applies in bed. Not a very vocal lover, far more expressive through body language instead. Sighs, gasps and shudders, low hums.

Rendered completely silent at climax.

[fearwakes]

Succession 3.04

Yeah, I think I’ll actually have me a nice glass of rum and coke.

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Daniel has always been a quiet person by nature. Firstly, on the verbal side of things. In no verse is this lad in a hurry to say his first words and that turns out to be a trend in life. Tends to speak mostly when spoken to unless in comfortable company, often happiest in smaller crowds. Soft voice, rarely raised, sprawling pauses. Secondly, his personality isn't loud either, even if you remove the anxiety he's still a discreet, private man unlikely to draw attention to himself without reason.

Limelights and grandeur aren't his idea of a good time. That or danger and high-speed living of any kind. Give him calm, safety, peace and watch him thrive. Give him silence, even. Conversation is so often turned into a social requisite that he's begun associating his silence with rudeness. When he achieves the level of calm necessary for him to simply exist in someone's presence without the necessity for words, it means he trusts them explicitly.

[solitaryqueen]

What if your giving a bj in the shower and he just starts shampooing and conditioning your hair 

[unclefather]

very polite

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'I never hated you.'

❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ // @vilestblood

And just like that, the wound opens.

By god, he'd imagined it all so differently for almost three years now. Gone over the scenarios diligently before he'd bare-knuckled the decision to come here. All the viable outcomes, joyful and humiliating and selfishly cruel alike ― what do you tell someone who's both kissed and betrayed you? ― Written down what to say and sat with the words for days, and still it had taken little more than his favourite chair on the eastside balcony, the feeling of warm velvet on his skin again and the sight of him alone for all sense to flee Daniel. He'd outgrown the little joys of this place, he tells himself. Replaced morsels of rare contentment with true peace, clawed and scratched his way up to something resembling happiness. The big empty manor on the edge of town is no longer a respite, nor Antonin - a beacon of comfort - and yet here he is, more willing to jump the parapet than bear to sit where they once laughed together and speak to him like a stranger. Like something worse.

In the end, he has no means to prove they're anything else... not when they'd parted so bitter. His aching heart would make for poor evidence.

So he sits there, straight-backed and prim, and all but takes the words like an arrow. Eyes and fists closed, mouth thin, feeling it fly true. Maybe it would've angered him instead, back then, when Antonin was overfond of his perilous tones and imploring eyes. Part of him misses that time still. Wishes it'd been said like an order than this resigned, tired plea that lodges under his third rib and sits there like a stinger. Something quietly weeps there now.

"...I couldn't hate you, Antonin," his voice is quiet and calm when it fights its way up at last. He can't bear looking at him, knowing he would look back. "Even when it seemed like the most reasonable thing to do."

He trains his eyes on the horizon evenly. Rests his hands in his lap and lets the admission hang in the scarse stitch of space between them. In the chasm that has opened there since. Here is the implication too: he had tried his hand at hatred. Played at it. Had yearned for the closure of that finality, the end of what they'd shared, only for it to never come. What else do you do with a dark, unsalvageable chasm than try to cut the last bridge? What do you do when it no longer looks like a chasm in the daylight?

"It would've made everything easier, I think... Hatred is such a horribly simple, uncomplicated emotion... Love is not. When it comes to you, I've only ever managed one."

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Dan's literal best friend in the world is a cocker spaniel named Bentley. Yes, after the car. He's about 8 years old, goes from 0 to 45 in seconds, never stops in the face of an obstacle be it wall or human leg especially when food's involved, and is magnetically drawn to mud puddles. Prissy to a disconcerting degree but there's love in his heart. Will chase anything with great enthusiasm. Generally more unphased by preternatural bullshit than most pets. His human has the most weird, off-putting energy known to man, so this is unsurprising.

[weltenwellen]

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947