#bigdaddydaemon

[king7doms]

@bigdaddydaemon / vaguely plotted starter

"I did not summon you hear to speak with you about petty squabbles in the Vale." Viserys was well aware of his brother's scruples with his wife in the Vale, Rhea Royce, who he oft refused to visit. The fact that Daemon was once against at King's Landing, roistering in the city, was evidence enough of such truth, and Viserys did want his brother here, at court, in his counsel. Master of coin? He was a spendthrift. Master of laws? He would uphold them, in his own way. But perhaps Otto was right that Daemon was not right for those roles. He did not wish to dismiss his loyal Hand, but it might be necessary, to show Daemon not only his love, but his trust, particularly since he had since named Rhaenyra his over his brother.

They were not before the Iron Throne, where he oft sought to speak with, and he now realized, belittle his younger brother, but in the council chambers, and alone at that. His new wife would not be pleased, about dismissing her father or naming his brother in Otto's place, but he would deal with her displeasure in due course. "Your wife there and the Vale are the least of my concerns, Daemon."

[quccninchains]

didn’t criston kick your ass the last time you guys fought? just wanna check tape real quick

[worthyheir]

@bigdaddydaemon / plotted starter

The delay in news was worrisome, and Jacaerys was tired of waiting for a raven. If Daemon was not going to communicate what he was managing to accomplish in the Riverlands, Jace was going to find out for himself. He did do what he'd told Baela - he treated with the Freys and gained their alliance, but he went from there to Harrenhal, rather than back to Dragonstone. His mother and Baela were like to be furious with him once he returned, and he would take their chastisement, if it meant they got answers.

The hour was late when he had arrived, the castle quiet, though Lord Simon must have been told of his arrival. In truth, Jace had never considered that he might visit here, and the thought of the tragedy that had happened here so many years prior is a fleeting one - he can't think on that now, hadn't expected it to hit him upon seeing the dank, dark place. He waited now, standing at an empty table in a dark room, waiting for Lord Simon to return with his step-father, or tell him that he would not be roused and would see him on the morrow. Either were acceptable: it was well near the hour of dawn.

[firecndblood]

The   cold   stone   of   the   courtyard   felt   sharper   beneath   her   boots   as   Visenya   dismounted   Terrax,   her   dragon’s   orange   scales   gleaming   faintly   in   the   moonlight.   Her   chest   rose   and   fell   with   exhilaration   still   coursing   through   her   veins   from   the   flight.   She   knew   she   was   in   trouble   the   moment   she   saw   her   father   standing   at   the   edge   of   the   landing   grounds,   arms   crossed   and   face   shadowed   by   both   the   night   and   his   displeasure.

Visenya   straightened   her   back,   refusing   to   cower,   though   her   heart   pounded   in   her   chest.   She   had   been �� prepared   for   this   moment.   ���I   needed   to   fly,   Father,”   she   said,   her   tone   calm   but   firm.   “Terrax   was   restless.   I   was   restless.”   Her   lips   pressed   into   a   thin   line,   but   she   refused   to   drop   her   gaze.   “I   wasn’t   seen.   Terrax   and   I   stayed   low,   skimming   over   the   waters.”   She   does   keep   herself   always   low,   Terrax   is   still   young   and   restless,   and   Visenya   always   felt   when   her   dragon   could   not   sleep.   If   they   did   not   sleep,   neither   could   she.

"Don't   tell   mother."   She   speaks   because   for   all   the   tales   she   knows   of   her   father,   she   might   fear   her   mother   more   by   virtue   of   being   the   only   daughter   of   the   Queen.   Her   mother   was   very   protective,   and   the   same   could   come   from   her   brothers.   "Did   the   dragonkeepers   told   you   I   left?" @bigdaddydaemon gets a random starter.

[dracaryse]

⚜    ∗ plotted starter for @bigdaddydaemon

─── 𝕺𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 haunting in inflection, the unified voices of the dragonkeepers’ filled the cavernous expanse of the pit, the ringing chorus of an ancient tongue dancing through the dark tunnels on the ebb and flow of rippling echoes. All eyes were cast upon the various tunnels that were carved into the surrounding stone walls, each one unstirring and blackened by shadow; seemingly vacant aside from the faint, eerie cries of the trapped breeze that circled within.

     ❝ Hae mērot gierūli:      Se hāros bartossi Prūmȳsa sōvīli Gevī dāerī. ❞

     The harmonious string of voices would continue to chant for many minutes, faltering in their delivery only when a bright glow of red flames had suddenly cut through the shadowy veil of the mouth to the adjacent tunnel, the burst accompanied by a powerful rumble. An intense heat followed in sequence, radiating from within the passage and prompting each dragonkeeper to take a precautionary step backwards. This particular beast had a nasty reputation for his habit of spewing flame on needless whims. Gravely, they had cautioned their prince of the ferocity of the dragon, but even their detailed accounts of the savage-natured creature could not seem to deter him, and far be it from their place to stand in the way of what was a Targaryen tradition.

     As the flickering radiance of the fire began to dim, the sound of a drawn-out whistle came floating out from the afterglow, so sharp in octave that it could make the hair on the back of one’s neck stand on end. Tremors shook the walls like rolling barrages of thunder as the source of the bizarre vocalization rounded the corner of the tunnel and stepped out from the shadows, a long, serpentine neck slithering through the dark veil to reveal the scarlet scales of the blood wyrm himself. An elongated body snaked out behind him, following his chosen path in a twisting pattern as he curved his way up towards the platform.

     ❝ Lykirī, Caraxes, lykirī!  ❞

     The keepers were already on-guard, issuing commands of calmness to the great beast in due advance, as they were far too familiar with his feral temperament.

[twndrgn]

@bigdaddydaemon sent for a random starter.

standing   before   him   seems   a   realm   of   possibilities   away   from   grasp.   worsened   by   the   request   that   hangs   within   a   breath   of   unspoken   pleading.   held   like   a   bird   within   the   cage   of   her   teeth.   there's   a   gap   that   can't   be   as   easily   bridged.   as   if   he   is   miles   away   ..   though   she   could   reach   out   and   touch   him   ,   if   only   the   courage   did   not   slip   away.   like   dying   embers   she   is   desperately   trying   to   reignite.

“ you   don’t   have   to   run   away. ”   

[namedcruel]

“ even  when  cities  are  burning  …  i  feel  the  strength’s  returning. ”

@bigdaddydaemon meme. ( it hurts — enter shikari )

[preytale]

@bigdaddydaemon ♡'d. / things were how they should have been from the very start. a union held in secret, bound by blood, that now strengthened her. laenor had been good to her. a true and loved friend. but their union had been one of necessity. a match forced upon them both. -- and now he is free to live the life he so desired. as is she. few weeks have passed since this newfound union; liberation to live the life she's yearned for.

now back home at dragonstone, she walks the halls. great news she's been holding in since discovering just that morn. she hadn't seen her husband since they shared their breakfast. (a meal she was incapable of containing.) pacing her room had grown tiresome. she'd heard from one knight that daemon had been in the training yard. shortly after, he'd been spotted at the opposite end of the castle. she would not chase him down, instead she will allow for their paths to cross organically. even if such news was far too exciting for her to contain. it was as she was heading back to her room that the princess came across him -- the opposite side of the hall. and it looked to be that they were seeking the same destination. rhaenyra had found the double doors first; her back leaning against them as she awaited his approach. as soon as he was within walking distance of her, a smile broke through, softening her features. just as a hand came to rest against her abdomen.

[drcrysz]

CARAXES did not like the dragon pit. he knew others did-- SYRAX, in particular, did not seem to want to leave. she did not like to HUNT, and only truly left when rhaenyra came to FLY her out. CARAXES, on the other hand, was restless when it came to being in captivity, only for a short time. so when he hears footsteps, he can SMELL him on the air. DAEMON. he was approaching, and caraxes lets out a small screech. it halts and stutters and stops and continues due to his long neck that he curls inward to get a better look towards the entrance. clearly, he was a bit IMPATIENT to be leaving. if he could speak, he would be demanding to know what took daemon so LONG.

a starter for @bigdaddydaemon

[zobriesdaria]

Rhaenyra’s   fingers   trembled   as   they   gripped   the   carved   arms   of   her �� throne,   the   faint   hum   of   the   Black   Council   fading   into   the   distant   roar   of   her   own   thoughts.   He’s   dead,   he’s   dead,   the   words   had   haunted   her   since   the   bloody   battle   at   the   God’s   Eye,   where   dragons   fell   like   stars   from   the   heavens.   Daemon’s   absence   had   hollowed   her   in   a   way   she   didn’t   dare   voice.

But   now—now,   he   stood   at   the   threshold   of   the   hall.   She   had   clung   to   Aegon   the   Younger's   arm   as   if   her   grip   could   protect   the   last   precious   thing   in   her   life   but   there   he   is;   Daemon.   Even   the   Gods   do   not   want   him   like   she   does.

He   was   no   ghost,   though   he   looked   a   shadow   of   the   man   she   remembered.   His   silver   hair   was   disheveled,   his   black   armor   scorched   and   dented.   For   a   moment,   Rhaenyra   forgot   how   to   breathe.   The   fire   that   surged   through   her   veins   was   neither   anger   nor   relief   but   something   rawer,   fiercer.

Her   lips   parted,   yet   no   words   came—what   could   she   say   to   a   man   who   had   already   defied   death   itself?   “Daemon,”   she   finally   whispered,   her   voice   cracking   like   thin   ice.   The   hall   seemed   to   vanish,   the   whispers   of   her   council   drowned   by   the   rush   of   her   heartbeat.

And   she   was   now   next   to   him,   forgotten   the   thoughts   of   a   council   and   propierty   as   she   leans   into   the   touch   of   his   forehead   and   found   him   breathing,   and   real.   "They   thought   you   dead." @bigdaddydaemon

[zokladraconis]

@bigdaddydaemon 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝕿𝖍𝖊   𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉   𝖂𝖞𝖗𝖒,   𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖉   𝖍𝖎𝖘   𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊   𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖘   𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕   𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉.   His   crimson   scales   shimmered   under   the   dim   light,   the   length   of   his   serpentine   neck   coiled   and   uncoiled   in   frustration.   His   golden   eyes,   slitted   and   narrow,   found   his   rider,   standing   near.   The   man   who   commanded   him   with   ease,   who   soared   with   him   through   the   skies,   had   kept   him   grounded   for   far   too   long.   A   low   rumble   built   in   the   dragon’s   chest,   the   sound   vibrating   through   the   air   like   distant   thunder.

━━His   head   dipping   low   to   nuzzle   Daemon   as   he   often   did.   But   this   time,   the   gesture   held   a   different   weight,   the   force   behind   it   unmistakably   harder,   almost   a   warning.   His   snout   pressed   firmly   against   Daemon’s   chest,   a   hot   puff   of   air   escaping   his   flared   nostrils   as   he   exhaled   in   frustration.   The   dragon’s   eyes   bore   into   his,   communicating   a   clear   message:   Never   again.   He   does   not   enjoy   being   in   the   ground   for   far   too   long.

With   a   sharp   shake   of   his   neck,   the   Blood   Wyrm   pulled   back,   lifting   his   head   high.   His   wings   twitched   restlessly,   eager   to   spread   wide   and   take   to   the   skies   once   more.   The   dragon   let   out   a   snort,   steam   rising   from   his   nostrils,   his   gaze   never   leaving   his   rider’s.   

[king7doms]

Mother said it's my turn with the centipedes @drmfyres @drakonquill @quccninchains @bigdaddydaemon

[quccninchains]

😍 — celebrity crush(es)? 📕 — favorite book/series? ✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr? 🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence? 🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

😍 — celebrity crush(es)?

oscar isaac, taylor swift, hugh jackman, aubrey plaza, glenn powell, fabian frankle, benedict cumberbatch (but only as dr. strange)

📕 — favorite book/series?

a court of thorns & roses series, fourth wing, throne of glass series, the other boleyn girl

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

god...probably at least ten years or so <3 (ya girl is old [i'm 29 but fuck, i feel like i'm a 100 lmao])

🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

i like to listen to music when i write. i dunno, the music really helps me get into a mind frame to write and be inventive. (i promise it's not always taylor swift lmao)

🎁 — what have you accomplished in the rpc that you’re proud of?

meeting so many of y'all who are wonderful and amazing ( @kingmaketh @zoklaanogar @worthyheir @inheritsnothing @zalisdarys @drakonquill @harwinsbabymama @ghosth0sts @insidemyblood @mvrcellas && my other friend in the marvel fandom that i will not tag bc i know she hates that shit lmao <3)

[worthyheir]

@bigdaddydaemon / vaguely plotted starter

It wasn't too late, but much later than he was meant to be awake, wandering the Red Keep in search of either of his parents. He had already been sent to bed, but once he had gotten there and been left alone, Luke slumbering in his cradle, still a babe comparatively, his dragon egg had started to move. It had started to crack, which was even more impressive. He was alone at this point, other than the guards outside the doors and his snoring little brother, so he just had to watch in wonder as the dragon emerged from the egg, wet, and heat, and still covered in some of it's shells as it crawled into his waiting arms.

He couldn't wait. He had to show someone, and Luke was still too little to care (plus waking him up from his slumber would rouse the entirety of the Red Keep). So he had no choice but to leave their bedchambers and seek his parents, likely still awake, as it was only deemed too late for the little ones - would he still be considered that, now that he had a dragon? he hoped not. His parents bedchambers were empty, so he kept going, unsteady legs carrying him as he carried the little dragon, big enough to take both of his hands, though he was sure his parents would be able to hold the little beast in one hand.

He saw the silver hair, not long enough to be his mother's, before he saw that it was indeed his father, in the distance. "Kepa! Look!" He near shouted, not caring who his father might be speaking with at the time, walking that way, ignoring the thought in the back of his mind that he might be scolded for being out of bed.

[moriperzys]

𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐚𝐧   𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.   𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬   𝐢𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞   𝐭𝐨   𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥   𝐨𝐟   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧.   he   looks   poorly   treated,   likely   due   to   the   folk   around   and   the   years   on   his   own,   but   yet,   when   rhaena   had   taken   him   as   her   own,   claiming   him,   the   dragon   allowed   her   to   ride   once   around   the   vale,   and   the   next   time,   toward   dragonstone,   when   she   told   the   dragon   to   go   where   the   others   are   and   he   seem   to   read   her   mind.   she   is   surprised   at   the   lack   of   dragonkeepers   around,   other   than   the   presence   of   her   father   on   the   caves.   @bigdaddydaemon

"father."   and   rhaena   knows   she   looks   wild   and   full   of   dirt   and   leaves   but   she   has   never   been   prouder.   even   if   she   still   holds   an   egg   on   her   bag,   she   had   claimed   a   dragon,   although   one   that   needed   care   to   regain   strength.   "before   you   scold   me.   .   .aegon   and   viserys   are   both   leaving   for   pentos   safely.   lady   arryn   had   lied   to   us,   hid   the   presence   of   a   dragon   in   the   vale."   she   looks   back   and   forth   toward   the   dragon   and   then   her   father   as   she   regained   her   breath.

  "sheepstealer   they   call   him."   she   does   not   like   the   name   though.   so   perhaps   she   will   name   him   something   else.   but   there   is   a   frown   upon   her   as   she   considers   her   actions.   "are   you   upset?"

[vadarys]

@bigdaddydaemon asked: A good swordsman is more important than a good sword.

"But   a   good   sword   also   compliments   a   swordsman."   Eyes   look   down   upon   Dark   Sister's   by   his   stepdad's   hip   and   then   look   back   upward.   It   is   one   of   the   best   weapons   one   can   see   and   consider   of   their   legacy   as   Valyrians   and   the   prince   holds   it   as   his   own   for   years   now.   "How   does   it   feel  ?"  

He   had   never   dared   to   touch   the   sword   out   of   respect   but   he   is   curious,   made   for   Visenya   herself,   he   is   certain   it   does   not   weight   as   much   as   a   man's   sword   and   perhaps   it   feels   lighter   and   easier   to   manage   during   battle. Jacaerys   looks   at   his   own   hand,   a   gift   from   Corlys   but   yet,   the   sword   does   not   feel   right   on   his   hilt.   "I   am   prince   and   heir.   I   deserves   to   have   Valyrian   steel   in   my   hand   as   I   reclaim   mother's   strong,   and   my   birthright."