#takesdrink, a man takes a drink, the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes the man. a personal interpretation of danny torrance from stephen king's the shining and doctor sleep. written like an original character with a focus on writing in different verses of various fandoms.
001. this blog is mutuals only and will only interact with folks over the age of twenty one. i prefer writing danny against characters from other fandoms that i can make up a verse for. i also heavily fuck with ocs and other canons that are treated like ocs. ya'll rock. i'm always down to plot through dms about how danny can be implemented into your muse's universe. i love putting him in situations!
002. my iteration of danny takes some inspiration from the books, the miniseries, and the movies, but is otherwise treated as though he were my own oc. danny will be able to read your muse's mind and know things about them through memories and what they're currently thinking about. he tries not to, but he can't always help it. i do intend to write danny with his ability in all his verses, but if the plot demands it, i can write him as just being highly intuitive.
003. dark, mature, not safe for tumblr themes will be present on this blog and not always tagged, so please interact at your own risk. if you do need me to tag something, please let me know so i can do so. content related to ptsd, child abuse, alcoholism, self harm, and sexual content will be heavily written about and discussed.
004. i'm open to any kind of shipping dynamic for danny, but chemistry is a must. i'm a romantic at heart, and so is he. he struggles a bit with connections due to his trauma and struggles with alcohol, frequently engaging in hookup culture, but i'd love for him to have connections with people he can trust, be it platonically or romantically. flirting doesn't equal force shipping, and he's an awkward flirt.
there's some new faces this time. there always is. none of which danny recognizes, yet all carry the same collective shame that he too had felt during his first meeting here. it's a miserable affair; to be laid bare in front of strangers and reveal why the comfort of the bottle was sought out. yet danny keeps coming back, every week, without fail. a consolatory hand on each of their shoulders.
a hand he extends out to a fresh fish with hair as remarkably stark blonde as his own. “ asher, right? danny. your sponsor, 'n all that. ” he half expects his hand to be swatted away, for a few unsavory words to be hurled. there always is. he prepares for the worst.
nightmares... he's been subjected to the many cruel projections that have clawed their way up from the depths of his subconscious for more years than he has without them. still is. the one that terrifies him the most is the hulking monster that wears his father's face and chases after him through an endless maze smothered beneath a layer of fallen snow. but the worst thing about it is that it isn't a dream, it's a memory. one that won't stop no matter how many times he tries to lock it away in a box in his mind.
so when he sees janessa shuffle out from the darkness and join him on the couch, he understands.
he won't ask her if she can't sleep; the answer is obvious. instead, he gestures with his chin towards the television screen alive with zany cartoon characters. “ you like tom and jerry? ”
alright chat i'm driving home for the holidays so i'll be mobile bound for a few days till i get back. if you want to add me on discord to plot or chat about our muses or the latest heated rivalry episode, feel free to message me and i'll send you my tag! 🫶
neibclt. highly selective & private portrayal of eddie kaspbrak from stephen king's it. / heavily canon-divergent with influences from the novel & movies. / previously @fearloved & created in 2017. / written by bunny (30, they/them).
if there was one thing that was certain, it was that daniel anthony torrance hated the cold. for many well and good reasons! none of which he wanted to get into, of course, so he suffers through it quietly. or rather, as quietly as he could until he was no longer able.
a single step for stebbins is two for danny should he want to keep up. a fool's errand, as there was no matching the younger man's steadfast march. still he tries anyway, though almost immediately loses his balance on an unseen sheet of black ice.
“ fuck. ” the curse is muttered into the scarf wrapped around his neck, the fabric muffling the sound until he dares lift his head from the sanctity of the wool in order to speak plainly aloud. “ remind me why we're not in florida again? ”
it's like looking in a mirror —- almost. hair bleached beyond blonde, temporarily living in a place housing dozens of rooms, with trauma bleeding from wounds of a stolen childhood that never healed. he knows it all too well.
danny doesn't mean to glimpse the shadow that haunts her, sometimes he really can't help it.
a washcloth is carried in hand, ready to clean the blood from her face. not her own, he assumes. “ looks like you had fun tonight. ”
and just like that, the pitt seems to heave a collective sigh of relief once dana seats herself back at the helm. robby's eye is promptly caught, the older man gesturing with his chin for a fresh ice pack to be fetched. an order which is swiftly carried out, with tousled mess of blonde locks reappearing as quickly as it had disappeared into the storage rooms.
as he weaves his way back, cyanic eyes hone in on the discolored crack in the otherwise perfect porcelain of her face. sympathy morphs the smile on his face, and he leans over the counter to present his offering.