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#RECONCILIATIO. INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR DANIEL MOLLOY FROM AMC’s INTERVIEW WITH THE VAM.PIRE. HEADCANON AND SHOW BASED. CST +3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. #
an exploration and study in: sharp tongue sharp mind, forgotten past, who are we inside. sometimes we are our own enemy. dying, what it means to be alive, codependency, addiction and abuse and finding one's purpose again.
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daniel tilts his head, but so does armand. he doesn't intend to mirror him, but his statement rouses questions from the elder vampire. did it matter what he built his personality atop of? fear became a survival tactic. and his talent for enduring should have been enough of a testament to his ability perfect it. fear was a durable base and he could scrub the personality like greasepaint and start over. easy. flawless. a game of make believe.
the truth was more like a flicker of light between broken shingles. the whole of his personality sometimes a flash that few witnessed unrestrained. armand was the sum of roles.
❝ the fearless, invincible vampire is a lie. ❞ if honest, he thought he feared and fought death more in immortality than he had while alive. a dishonest smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, however, ❝ like the grateful fledgling. ❞ even the most desperate for the blood would learn its flaws ( the tradeoff isn't always worth it ). what's less comfortable about the conversation is that it exposes his own vulnerabilities. the fearful fledgling, the feared coven master — whoever he was supposed to be now, in the aftermath of louis. he straightens in his seat, shoulders against the back of the chair. daniel calling it a lousy foundation carries a sting that he tries his best to ignore. armand rationalizes his foundation will keep them alive more than an entertaining personality.
❝ look around, daniel. which frightens you more? is it the chaos that has been set into motion since the very second you opened louis's letter? or is it me? ❞
Daniel held Armand's gaze for a moment longer than necessary. That smile of his the one that never quite reached his eyes , made him want to laugh and roll his eyes at the same time. Of course Armand turned it into a philosophical question. His fingers tapped once against the arm of the chair before going still. The room felt smaller whenever Armand started talking about fear, as if every answer came with a trap hidden somewhere inside it. "You keep acting like those are the only two options." Daniel said. His voice wasn't sharp, but he always held some grudge in his tongue. Guess it's the special tone he reserves for all these vampires, erupting into his life after decades. "You keep acting like those are the only two options." The world ending or the vampire sitting across from him. Daniel leaned forward slightly. "The letter didn't scare me." That wasn't entirely true. The letter had changed everything. It had reopened doors he had spent years convincing himself were sealed, he could had died happy thinking it had been a fever dream induced by his intake of drugs and alcohol. But fear wasn't the first thing he'd felt when he saw Louis's handwriting. Curiosity had been. "And you don't scare me the way you think you do."
That dishonest smile was still sitting on Armand's face, and Daniel found himself focusing on it. The grateful fledgling is a lie. The fearless vampire is a lie. One role after another, stacked so high that maybe Armand couldn't see where any of them ended anymore. "Seriously?" Daniel said. "Who would ever be grateful of being made into this? Specially at my age and under the circumstances that transpired." The words landed before he could soften them but he didn't bother trying afterward. And for a second he wondered if he'd pushed too far, Then he remembered who he was talking to. Armand had endured far worse than blunt honesty. Perhaps its what he needs out of Daniel. It seem to him that most of them haven't dealt with honesty in decades. Or centuries. "I always stepped over the line when I was human. I wasn't afraid then, and i'm not afraid now."
he is such a bitch but he knows potential, he going for the oscars next.
old man daniel better get action or i know eric bogosian is burning down the studio.
he is only two years old, leave him alone.
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i'm in the mood for voice calls and chat!
R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: Lestat's tongue is laced with the kind of venom that can drop an army. He would like to call the vampling a little, filthy alcoholic. To be a part of the endless, immortal coven? HA! And to have his maker as the monster of the nightly shadows. Lestat can smell the stench of dungeon-dwelling on Molloy, even if the journalist himself carries alternative memories. The rockstar's eyes peruse the author of his nightmare. What a cheap trick: getting rich and famous off of someone else's tragedy. Defiantly raising his chin, Lestat glares at his counterpart through the tinted lenses of his sunglasses. "Truth?" Lestat chuckles, sweeping his hair behind his shoulder with a brush of an accessorized hand. Everyone told Molloy a story he should have sought out in the first place. The original told by a broken-hearted telephone. Anyone on the street could have told Daniel about Lestat de Lioncourt and he would have eaten it up instead of seeking the real fucking thing.
"Your truth is a made-up lie." The rockstar spits flatly. He does not feel remorse for a nosy journalist. "Reap what you sew." A pearly sneer pairs with his stubborn righteousness. Lestat is owed at least that: a recognition that the world is wrong and he is right for being himself. Flawed or not, he gave the world a show to erase the Interview from the face of the world. Was the novel a trap? It certainly caught his attention to change the trajectory of his quiet life in Canada. What a joke.
"You," Lestat snaps. "Chose to become a part of it. No one asked you to chase after us, Danny. No one asked for you to defame me." The vampire points his index finger at himself, gritting his teeth. The more Molloy speaks, the tenser tha rockstar grows, annoying by the circumstances. He still agreed to do a documentary and to step in front of the rolling camera because if a book is going to blacken his name, he may as well create a world full of tar. "As I see it," the rockstar tilts his head, stretching his lips into a wide smile. "You got what you deserved."
Daniel doesn’t answer right away. That was the thing with Lestat; you sort of learned pretty quickly that silence pissed him off more than yelling ever could. He sits back in his chair instead, looking tired more than intimidated. One hand rubs at his mouth while the other keeps hold of the cane between his knees. The old reporter stare settles in after a second. Sharp. Annoyingly calm. “Wow.” Daniel says finally. “Still rehearsing speeches in the mirror, huh?” Lestat gets that look on his face immediately. The one that says he’s about three seconds away from either biting someone or starting a concert tour. Daniel keeps going before he can interrupt.
“You know what’s funny? You always do this., from what I heard about you.” His hand motions vaguely toward Lestat like he’s pointing out bad architecture. “You turn every goddamn thing into theater. Every conversation’s a trial. Every person who looks at you wrong is suddenly part of some grand conspiracy against the great Lestat de Lioncourt.” There is a pause then , adding shortly after another comment as he pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket. A dry laugh slips out of him. “The world is your stage. And Christ, you make it sound like I hunted you people down with a crossbow. Louis came to me. Twice, actually. First time, I was a kid with a tape recorder and a drug problem. Second time?” Daniel shrugs. “Well, that might had been also my fault. But I hate incomplete work.”
His eyes flick briefly over Lestat’s face behind the glasses. “Louis lied. Armand lied. You lied. Everybody in your little undead soap opera was editing the footage depending on who they hated that decade.” Daniel leans forward slightly. “The difference is I actually admitted when I got things wrong. Which is why I am here to get the other side of this. . .if I count Claudia's diaries, square sided story.” There’s no fear in him. Not really. Annoyance, maybe. Exhaustion. The kind that comes from spending too many years untangling other people’s damage, and he has an inkling that while Lestat might be more easy to get a full truth out of, he might also be his hardest interview to date.
“And defame you?” Daniel scoffs. “Buddy, I didn’t have to do a thing there. You walked into rooms covered in blood and velvet capes acting like the second coming of Mick Jagger. Half your reputation built itself.” He watches the tension in Lestat’s jaw with the clinical focus of someone who’s spent decades interviewing dangerous men. Then his voice lowers a notch, starting as usual, his recorder and notes. “This is your one chance to get it all out. So, should I stay or should I go?”
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commissions remain open ! i can do two or three more up to monday as i begin my substitute job on tuesday.
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INDEPENDENT. PRIVATE. SELECTIVE. ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR DANIEL MOLLOY FROM AMC'S INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE AND ANNE RICE'S THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES. HEADCANON BASED. WRITTEN BY CALI.
i am in the process of making some gifs for my resource and gif making blog and daniel can change his eyes at will without needing contacts.
interview with the vampire or daniel molloy trying to get through the gaslighting, lies, unreliableness and threats of old vampires.
i really created this blog randomly back in 2022
I play daniel as having a love/hate relationship with his new found vampirism. and lowkey a parallel opposite mirror to claudia in away. where claudia was froze in her early teen years, unable to grow up and forever perceived as young, daniel is frozen in his old age, at a moment in his life where he was pretty much ready to kick the bucket due to his autoinmune system failing him. he enjoys the new vibrant world and has embraced the parts of himself that he hid for years, decades even, but he is also absolutely not liking the how he was turned or the moment in his life.
@eladead asked: “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Daniel stares at him for a second too long. Like he’s deciding whether to laugh in Lestat’s face or throw the glass at the wall behind him. Maybe both. “This?” he says finally, voice rough from the drink and the hour and everything else. “You really think this looks like a win to me?” He leans back in his chair, slow, tired. The kind of tired that settles into the bones. Lestat’s still standing there like he owns the room, like he owns every conversation in it too. And perhaps he does, or at least a very convincing act he puts on a display. Lestat is miles away from the picture Louis had painted in his brain during their long awaited interview, but one thing was true at least ; he made you want to be him.
Daniel drags a hand over his mouth. “Yeah, alright. I wanted answers. I wanted the truth. Thought I could dig down far enough and find something clean underneath all the bullshit.” His eyes flick up to him. “Turns out the bullshit was the point.” There’s a beat of silence before he snorts softly to himself. “You know what the worst part is?” Daniel asks. “I still came back. After Paris. After Dubai. After all your little performances.” He gestures vaguely toward Lestat. “You. I still sat down and hit record.” His jaw tightens then loosens just as quickly. He never truly escaped being that junkie truth obsessed reporter. Even in his old age. “So far I see little results in what many of you call a gift.” Daniel says it flatly, without heat now. “Can't believe I'm part of your little fucked up square novela.”
@devourcr asked: “instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear.”
Daniel stared at Armand for a second after the words left his mouth. No laugh. No quick comeback. Just that thin look he got sometimes now, sharper since the turning, like he was still adjusting to hearing every heartbeat from the room. “Yeah.” he said finally, leaning back into the chair. “That’s the sales pitch, isn’t it?” His voice stayed even, but there was something rough under it. Exhaustion. Anger. Maybe amusement too. Hard to separate any of it anymore.
Daniel dragged a hand over his face before looking at Armand again. “We spend our whole human life afraid of things. Disease. Time. Other people. Yourself. Then suddenly all of that’s gone and what, should I express gratitude?” He gave a short laugh through his nose. “Funny thing is, I don’t actually feel less afraid of you, perhaps I should. All things considering. But you just gave bigger teeth now.”
The room stayed quiet around them. Armand had always been good at silence. Weaponized it, really. Daniel noticed that more these days. “But I get it.” he continued. “I know why that idea sticks. You get hurt enough, pushed around enough, and eventually the thought sounds comforting.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Nobody can corner you if they’re terrified to come close.” He paused there, studying Armand carefully now, like he was trying to decide what this conversation was really about. There could be three meanings hiding at every cornerstone when it came to Armand. “And maybe that worked for you once.” Daniel tilted his head. “Maybe it still does. But fear’s a lousy foundation for a personality."
lockin' in, at least write one thing. my discord is open for talking and stuff (these days i have to stay up late to take my meds so i like voice chatting and chatting up).
i will keep replying to asks tomorrow ,which at the time is the best way to start interactions with me!
i'm also always open for discord yapping and voice calls. i love voice calls tbh.
