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ARMAND RP ACCOUNT!
18+, open to any interactions! CW: trauma mentions, history of abuse & stalking. Any post with heavy triggers will be tagged accordingly.
Please ask whatever, no restrictions! I hope to make sprites for the blog eventually.
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yeah sure whatever
Boss, Iâm starving here
Hmmmm? Starving?
I've stepped from the villa for only a moment to shield your beautiful eyes from my garish feeding.
I will stop starving myself and then I may return with means to feed you something warm. What do you crave, beloved?
So⌠Iâm here, in the park.. where are youâŚ?
*looking around, a bit on edge.*
It's truly touching to hear he wanted to leave, yes, but all that mattered was Armand being with him. His chest tightens and he presses a little kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"Of course not. I will never abandon you. How do you feel about... Sicily? Our first stop?"
Girl you are an obligate carnivore
but her appel
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There are many different kind of stories on Ao3... personally, i like the ones that are long and more angsty, but i think you'll find your favorites... here's two of my top 5 of you and daniel
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57359239
https://archiveofourown.org/works/57265390?view_full_work=true
I have completed the first fan created fiction. That was a bewitching read and I loved every moment... I will not express the extents of my vulnerability to the world wide web, but know that it moved me.
Also, older Daniel being a brat breaker... I have thoughts. Good ones, but they will stay confined within myself. Personal.
The second I have yet to finish given the length and balancing my time. I will certainly give my thoughts when I do. I have boys to watch and people to eat! Life can be quite rushed, even for a vampire such as myself.
OOC: holy shit bro that first one is so good and i was on the edge of my seat the whole time!!
Hello, have you heard of a site called Archive Of Our Own? I've read some very interesting stories about you and Daniel there...
I have not...
What tales are told there? What stories are imagined in this archive? Are we hopelessly, madly in love? If you could please donate some examples, I will read them and share my thoughts.
So⌠Iâm here, in the park.. where are youâŚ?
*looking around, a bit on edge.*
Orange eyes like headlights scan over his expression, ears pertinent to his voice. The hand that struck him moves to grab his face, thumb on cheek, pads of his fingers on the other. His hands could hardly fit it and the claws pricked at the flesh. He forcefully tilts his head.
"My darling... My beloved. Are you going to stop seeking self destruction from others now that you have me? Promise me."
His cheeks were a little squished but he worked around it.
âYou- you want me to- stop? How am I- suâposed to get stuff?â
By stuff, he meant drugs. He really hoped Armand wasnât telling him to get sober. He didnât really want to get sober. He didnât think he was addicted (he was) but he just.. liked taking things and feeling good. It was kind of blanking to him that Armandâs blood was the best drug⌠and surely Armand would take care of his needs right? He owned this nice room⌠surely he had some cash. Not that Daniel cared about that, of course. When had he ever?
He wasnât about to argue with what his new vampire wanted though⌠he mightâve been an ass, but he wasnât stupid.
"I will provide you your vices. I will be sure they are safe and you don't trade your dignity for it any longer. Understand I plan to ween you off of it. I can't have you dying prematurely."
Leaning in, he kissed the corner of his mouth. Another kiss to the ball of his cheek and then his nose.
âO-okay..â he was relieved that he didnât have to have strange men with awful intentions use him anymore to get a fix. He didnât really fancy getting sober though. What was he supposed to do, argue? Yeah right.. not in this situation he was in right now. He swallowed his pride, nodding best he could.
âWhatever you say-â
An eye twitches and the claws dig in a bit.
"That isn't a promise, nor is it enthusiastic. Do you know what you mean to me Daniel? Do you realize just how much I love and care about you?"
Both eyes are like intense flames, wide and staring as his voice grows tense.
"You are my world, Daniel. My sweet beloved boy. This isn't some petty act of charity, getting you clean. Don't bite my fucking hand."
Oh! He tensed a bit, straightening up best he could. That was a habit he hadnât grown out of from childhood. When he was in trouble, he should stand or sit up straight, like a man did. He didnât try and struggle out of Armandâs intense hold. He did try and look at anything but those firey pits that his eyes were, but that was increasingly hard. He really hadnât realized how serious Armand was about him. Calling him his sweet boy? Like he was something precious and good? I mean sure- Daniel could be a fun toy for a while, but no one was ever this serious about Daniel molloy! Seriously, what did he bring to the table? But it was a nice change of oace, no matter how threatening and scary it was.
He was still a little frightened though. It was hot. Those wires often got crossed. His voice wobbled a little bit.
âI- I wonât! I promise!â He tried to sound a little more promising, determined not to bite.
Like a switch, Armand does a complete change. He's now caressing his face, eyes glowing crescents and his smile so sweet. A soft kiss presses to his lips.
"Thank you, Danny... It feels nice to know you understand, that you will do what's right."
The switch up gives Daniel whiplash. He just kind of blinks at Armand for a second, realizing that this is what heâs gotten himself into. How Armand acts- what sets him off- all of it. But part of Daniel hasnât been scared off. He just swallows hard, nodding, trying to play it cool again, like he wasnât scared out of his mind a second ago.
âYeah- yeah boss, really, I promise.â
Was he really going to eventually get sober for a man? How had he come to this. Oh well!
Stroking his face, Armand coos at him and whispers sweet praises. He wanted to give him a reward. A little treat. His hand slid to his mouth, fingers dancing over his lips before he pulled back a bit. A slit is made to the pad of his pointer finger and he paints the blossom of blood onto his bottom lip.
He sat back on his haunches, waiting for permission. He figured it was probably the smart thing to do. To wait until he was given the âokayâ before going nuts
"Drink."
Simple and demanding but in a sweet tone nonetheless. He offers up his bleeding finger to feed from, still radiating his love like the sun.
The little command was all he needed for him to take the finger into his mouth, lapping at it, humming at how sweet his blood tasted. All he could think about was how lucky he was in this moment. To not be in his gross, lonely, cold apartment, starving and sore from another strange man. He was here. And that was wonderful.
A loving hum stirred in his chest as he let Daniel take the little snack. He's much more inclined to share when he's willing, content to be in his arms.
"Good boy... My beautiful boy."
He looked at him, so gratefully. He lapped at the wound, savoring. He liked being good. He could be good.
More praise is muttered out sweet and soft, whispers like blankets over his head. He pulled his finger away to kiss him proper again. The love he felt was all encompassing, keeping him warm.
He kissed back, he liked to kiss. When he pulled away he muttered a small,
âThank you for the treat,â
"Anything for my beloved..."
Armand stares for a moment longer before shifting, wanting to begin proving his want to give Daniel everything.
"Is there anything you long to do? Sights you wish to see?"
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Armand: The Playlist
The audible experience of Armand, Amadeo, Arun through his life and with those whom he orbited or how they changed him.
Listen Here...
OOC: The playlist is being assembled......
Almost added Run Rabbit by Mollie Elizabeth but it's not niche enough. It fits but I clench my fist at making playlists with TikTok trend music.....
So⌠Iâm here, in the park.. where are youâŚ?
*looking around, a bit on edge.*
Orange eyes like headlights scan over his expression, ears pertinent to his voice. The hand that struck him moves to grab his face, thumb on cheek, pads of his fingers on the other. His hands could hardly fit it and the claws pricked at the flesh. He forcefully tilts his head.
"My darling... My beloved. Are you going to stop seeking self destruction from others now that you have me? Promise me."
His cheeks were a little squished but he worked around it.
âYou- you want me to- stop? How am I- suâposed to get stuff?â
By stuff, he meant drugs. He really hoped Armand wasnât telling him to get sober. He didnât really want to get sober. He didnât think he was addicted (he was) but he just.. liked taking things and feeling good. It was kind of blanking to him that Armandâs blood was the best drug⌠and surely Armand would take care of his needs right? He owned this nice room⌠surely he had some cash. Not that Daniel cared about that, of course. When had he ever?
He wasnât about to argue with what his new vampire wanted though⌠he mightâve been an ass, but he wasnât stupid.
"I will provide you your vices. I will be sure they are safe and you don't trade your dignity for it any longer. Understand I plan to ween you off of it. I can't have you dying prematurely."
Leaning in, he kissed the corner of his mouth. Another kiss to the ball of his cheek and then his nose.
âO-okay..â he was relieved that he didnât have to have strange men with awful intentions use him anymore to get a fix. He didnât really fancy getting sober though. What was he supposed to do, argue? Yeah right.. not in this situation he was in right now. He swallowed his pride, nodding best he could.
âWhatever you say-â
An eye twitches and the claws dig in a bit.
"That isn't a promise, nor is it enthusiastic. Do you know what you mean to me Daniel? Do you realize just how much I love and care about you?"
Both eyes are like intense flames, wide and staring as his voice grows tense.
"You are my world, Daniel. My sweet beloved boy. This isn't some petty act of charity, getting you clean. Don't bite my fucking hand."
Oh! He tensed a bit, straightening up best he could. That was a habit he hadnât grown out of from childhood. When he was in trouble, he should stand or sit up straight, like a man did. He didnât try and struggle out of Armandâs intense hold. He did try and look at anything but those firey pits that his eyes were, but that was increasingly hard. He really hadnât realized how serious Armand was about him. Calling him his sweet boy? Like he was something precious and good? I mean sure- Daniel could be a fun toy for a while, but no one was ever this serious about Daniel molloy! Seriously, what did he bring to the table? But it was a nice change of oace, no matter how threatening and scary it was.
He was still a little frightened though. It was hot. Those wires often got crossed. His voice wobbled a little bit.
âI- I wonât! I promise!â He tried to sound a little more promising, determined not to bite.
Like a switch, Armand does a complete change. He's now caressing his face, eyes glowing crescents and his smile so sweet. A soft kiss presses to his lips.
"Thank you, Danny... It feels nice to know you understand, that you will do what's right."
The switch up gives Daniel whiplash. He just kind of blinks at Armand for a second, realizing that this is what heâs gotten himself into. How Armand acts- what sets him off- all of it. But part of Daniel hasnât been scared off. He just swallows hard, nodding, trying to play it cool again, like he wasnât scared out of his mind a second ago.
âYeah- yeah boss, really, I promise.â
Was he really going to eventually get sober for a man? How had he come to this. Oh well!
Stroking his face, Armand coos at him and whispers sweet praises. He wanted to give him a reward. A little treat. His hand slid to his mouth, fingers dancing over his lips before he pulled back a bit. A slit is made to the pad of his pointer finger and he paints the blossom of blood onto his bottom lip.
He sat back on his haunches, waiting for permission. He figured it was probably the smart thing to do. To wait until he was given the âokayâ before going nuts
"Drink."
Simple and demanding but in a sweet tone nonetheless. He offers up his bleeding finger to feed from, still radiating his love like the sun.
The little command was all he needed for him to take the finger into his mouth, lapping at it, humming at how sweet his blood tasted. All he could think about was how lucky he was in this moment. To not be in his gross, lonely, cold apartment, starving and sore from another strange man. He was here. And that was wonderful.
A loving hum stirred in his chest as he let Daniel take the little snack. He's much more inclined to share when he's willing, content to be in his arms.
"Good boy... My beautiful boy."
He looked at him, so gratefully. He lapped at the wound, savoring. He liked being good. He could be good.
More praise is muttered out sweet and soft, whispers like blankets over his head. He pulled his finger away to kiss him proper again. The love he felt was all encompassing, keeping him warm.
OOC: The playlist is being assembled......
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So⌠Iâm here, in the park.. where are youâŚ?
*looking around, a bit on edge.*
Orange eyes like headlights scan over his expression, ears pertinent to his voice. The hand that struck him moves to grab his face, thumb on cheek, pads of his fingers on the other. His hands could hardly fit it and the claws pricked at the flesh. He forcefully tilts his head.
"My darling... My beloved. Are you going to stop seeking self destruction from others now that you have me? Promise me."
His cheeks were a little squished but he worked around it.
âYou- you want me to- stop? How am I- suâposed to get stuff?â
By stuff, he meant drugs. He really hoped Armand wasnât telling him to get sober. He didnât really want to get sober. He didnât think he was addicted (he was) but he just.. liked taking things and feeling good. It was kind of blanking to him that Armandâs blood was the best drug⌠and surely Armand would take care of his needs right? He owned this nice room⌠surely he had some cash. Not that Daniel cared about that, of course. When had he ever?
He wasnât about to argue with what his new vampire wanted though⌠he mightâve been an ass, but he wasnât stupid.
"I will provide you your vices. I will be sure they are safe and you don't trade your dignity for it any longer. Understand I plan to ween you off of it. I can't have you dying prematurely."
Leaning in, he kissed the corner of his mouth. Another kiss to the ball of his cheek and then his nose.
âO-okay..â he was relieved that he didnât have to have strange men with awful intentions use him anymore to get a fix. He didnât really fancy getting sober though. What was he supposed to do, argue? Yeah right.. not in this situation he was in right now. He swallowed his pride, nodding best he could.
âWhatever you say-â
An eye twitches and the claws dig in a bit.
"That isn't a promise, nor is it enthusiastic. Do you know what you mean to me Daniel? Do you realize just how much I love and care about you?"
Both eyes are like intense flames, wide and staring as his voice grows tense.
"You are my world, Daniel. My sweet beloved boy. This isn't some petty act of charity, getting you clean. Don't bite my fucking hand."
Oh! He tensed a bit, straightening up best he could. That was a habit he hadnât grown out of from childhood. When he was in trouble, he should stand or sit up straight, like a man did. He didnât try and struggle out of Armandâs intense hold. He did try and look at anything but those firey pits that his eyes were, but that was increasingly hard. He really hadnât realized how serious Armand was about him. Calling him his sweet boy? Like he was something precious and good? I mean sure- Daniel could be a fun toy for a while, but no one was ever this serious about Daniel molloy! Seriously, what did he bring to the table? But it was a nice change of oace, no matter how threatening and scary it was.
He was still a little frightened though. It was hot. Those wires often got crossed. His voice wobbled a little bit.
âI- I wonât! I promise!â He tried to sound a little more promising, determined not to bite.
Like a switch, Armand does a complete change. He's now caressing his face, eyes glowing crescents and his smile so sweet. A soft kiss presses to his lips.
"Thank you, Danny... It feels nice to know you understand, that you will do what's right."
The switch up gives Daniel whiplash. He just kind of blinks at Armand for a second, realizing that this is what heâs gotten himself into. How Armand acts- what sets him off- all of it. But part of Daniel hasnât been scared off. He just swallows hard, nodding, trying to play it cool again, like he wasnât scared out of his mind a second ago.
âYeah- yeah boss, really, I promise.â
Was he really going to eventually get sober for a man? How had he come to this. Oh well!
Stroking his face, Armand coos at him and whispers sweet praises. He wanted to give him a reward. A little treat. His hand slid to his mouth, fingers dancing over his lips before he pulled back a bit. A slit is made to the pad of his pointer finger and he paints the blossom of blood onto his bottom lip.
He sat back on his haunches, waiting for permission. He figured it was probably the smart thing to do. To wait until he was given the âokayâ before going nuts
"Drink."
Simple and demanding but in a sweet tone nonetheless. He offers up his bleeding finger to feed from, still radiating his love like the sun.
The little command was all he needed for him to take the finger into his mouth, lapping at it, humming at how sweet his blood tasted. All he could think about was how lucky he was in this moment. To not be in his gross, lonely, cold apartment, starving and sore from another strange man. He was here. And that was wonderful.
A loving hum stirred in his chest as he let Daniel take the little snack. He's much more inclined to share when he's willing, content to be in his arms.
"Good boy... My beautiful boy."
So⌠Iâm here, in the park.. where are youâŚ?
*looking around, a bit on edge.*
Orange eyes like headlights scan over his expression, ears pertinent to his voice. The hand that struck him moves to grab his face, thumb on cheek, pads of his fingers on the other. His hands could hardly fit it and the claws pricked at the flesh. He forcefully tilts his head.
"My darling... My beloved. Are you going to stop seeking self destruction from others now that you have me? Promise me."
His cheeks were a little squished but he worked around it.
âYou- you want me to- stop? How am I- suâposed to get stuff?â
By stuff, he meant drugs. He really hoped Armand wasnât telling him to get sober. He didnât really want to get sober. He didnât think he was addicted (he was) but he just.. liked taking things and feeling good. It was kind of blanking to him that Armandâs blood was the best drug⌠and surely Armand would take care of his needs right? He owned this nice room⌠surely he had some cash. Not that Daniel cared about that, of course. When had he ever?
He wasnât about to argue with what his new vampire wanted though⌠he mightâve been an ass, but he wasnât stupid.
"I will provide you your vices. I will be sure they are safe and you don't trade your dignity for it any longer. Understand I plan to ween you off of it. I can't have you dying prematurely."
Leaning in, he kissed the corner of his mouth. Another kiss to the ball of his cheek and then his nose.
âO-okay..â he was relieved that he didnât have to have strange men with awful intentions use him anymore to get a fix. He didnât really fancy getting sober though. What was he supposed to do, argue? Yeah right.. not in this situation he was in right now. He swallowed his pride, nodding best he could.
âWhatever you say-â
An eye twitches and the claws dig in a bit.
"That isn't a promise, nor is it enthusiastic. Do you know what you mean to me Daniel? Do you realize just how much I love and care about you?"
Both eyes are like intense flames, wide and staring as his voice grows tense.
"You are my world, Daniel. My sweet beloved boy. This isn't some petty act of charity, getting you clean. Don't bite my fucking hand."
Oh! He tensed a bit, straightening up best he could. That was a habit he hadnât grown out of from childhood. When he was in trouble, he should stand or sit up straight, like a man did. He didnât try and struggle out of Armandâs intense hold. He did try and look at anything but those firey pits that his eyes were, but that was increasingly hard. He really hadnât realized how serious Armand was about him. Calling him his sweet boy? Like he was something precious and good? I mean sure- Daniel could be a fun toy for a while, but no one was ever this serious about Daniel molloy! Seriously, what did he bring to the table? But it was a nice change of oace, no matter how threatening and scary it was.
He was still a little frightened though. It was hot. Those wires often got crossed. His voice wobbled a little bit.
âI- I wonât! I promise!â He tried to sound a little more promising, determined not to bite.
Like a switch, Armand does a complete change. He's now caressing his face, eyes glowing crescents and his smile so sweet. A soft kiss presses to his lips.
"Thank you, Danny... It feels nice to know you understand, that you will do what's right."
The switch up gives Daniel whiplash. He just kind of blinks at Armand for a second, realizing that this is what heâs gotten himself into. How Armand acts- what sets him off- all of it. But part of Daniel hasnât been scared off. He just swallows hard, nodding, trying to play it cool again, like he wasnât scared out of his mind a second ago.
âYeah- yeah boss, really, I promise.â
Was he really going to eventually get sober for a man? How had he come to this. Oh well!
Stroking his face, Armand coos at him and whispers sweet praises. He wanted to give him a reward. A little treat. His hand slid to his mouth, fingers dancing over his lips before he pulled back a bit. A slit is made to the pad of his pointer finger and he paints the blossom of blood onto his bottom lip.
He sat back on his haunches, waiting for permission. He figured it was probably the smart thing to do. To wait until he was given the âokayâ before going nuts
"Drink."
Simple and demanding but in a sweet tone nonetheless. He offers up his bleeding finger to feed from, still radiating his love like the sun.
