#bigdaddydaemon

[morningflew]

@bigdaddydaemon ! send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

[absolventiia]

bigdaddydaemon

random positivity meme. | @bigdaddydaemon

i have talked to lexi all of one time but she's so nice !! and also, her characterization of daemon is amazing ! i know we haven't really interacted ic (and we should change that if you're down), but i love every little bit of writing i see from her :') in the meantime, i'm happy being a distant admirer. <3

[quccninchains]

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

[snowfyres]

The   Red   Keep   held   its   breath.   Whispers   slithered   through   the   halls   like   smoke,   clinging   to   stone   and   shadow.   Viserys   sat   upon   the   throne   not   of   swords,   but   of   weariness.   The   fire   in   his   belly   had   long   cooled,   but   now   it   sparked   again—not   with   passion,   but   with   fury.

He   had   dismissed   the   court,   sent   Alicent   away   with   a   flick   of   his   fingers,   and   ordered   the   doors   closed   behind   his   brother.   Daemon   entered   with   that   same   careless   gait,   head   tilted   slightly,   lips   curved   in   the   beginnings   of   a   smirk.   Viserys   watched   him,   that   rogue   prince,   blood   of   his   blood,   and   yet   a   stranger   more   often   than   not.

“You   disgrace   me,”   Viserys   said,   voice   low   and   trembling—not   with   weakness,   but   the   strain   of   betrayal.   “You   disgrace   her.   You   took   her   to   a   brothel,”   Viserys   continued,   rising   slowly   from   the   throne.   “My   daughter.   The   realm's   heir.   Did   you   think   I   would   not   hear?   Did   you   think   I   would   not   know?” @bigdaddydaemon ft. viserys i.

He   stepped   down   from   the   dais,   each   footfall   echoing.   “I   have   tolerated   much   from   you.   Your   jests.   Your   flights   of   fancy.   Your   wars.   But   this…”   He   stopped,   face   inches   from   Daemon’s.   “Tell   me,   brother.   Was   this   your   way   of   forcing   my   hand?   Of   making   me   give   her   to   you?”

Viserys   searched   Daemon’s   eyes,   looking   for   shame,   for   defiance—for   anything.   “I   always   wondered   if   that   was   your   aim,”   he   said   more   quietly.   “Even   when   she   was   a   girl   chasing   your   heels   through   the   court   like   a   shadow.   You   fed   her   fire.   She   shares   it   with   you.”   And   despite   what   he   thinks,   if   their   family   tradition   dictates   this   marriage   would   not   be   a   bad   thing,   it   is   a   father's   concern   for   a   daughter   that   stops   him.   "I   am   not   speaking   as   a   king   now,   Daemon.   I   am   speaking   as   your   brother,   and   as   a   father.   I   was   told   she   was   left   there.   .   .alone.   Why?"

[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.

[sezobriedaria]

⊹⠀ཐི ༏ ཋྀ⠀*⠀˖⠀⊹ ❨ @bigdaddydaemon 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃: [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍���𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song ❩

⠀⠀⠀THE DULCET PLUCK of a distant lute drifts through the open balcony, each swelling note carried in the evening breeze as a gentle lullaby. Mushroom's melody is an ancient one; wistful and suffused with a type of longing that carves itself deeply within the marrow. It echoes through their chambers, brushing the edges of Rhaenyra's consciousness as she reads. Though the tune itself is not enough to tear her from the seldom haven she has found in the tome's weathered pages — until Daemon's hand appears, palm outstretched, waiting.

⠀⠀⠀Her gaze rises from the inked parchment, sweeping her husband where he stands before her in silent invitation, bathed in golden firelight. Fleetingly, she arches a questioning brow, wordless confusion poised upon her lips. Then it dawns upon her, and her answer comes swiftly, as naturally as breath itself. Nary a moment passes afore her hand slips into his, something akin to reverence softening her gaze.

⠀⠀⠀It is a rare instance of tenderness, of vulnerability. An instance wholly unguarded. She sees him, beyond his fire and fury; simply a man, artifice and war-torn armour both shed and forgotten. The realm might call him rogue, call him volatile, call him every slander meant to pierce, but Rhaenyra sees him. And here, within the quiet sanctuary they have spun together, he is only hers; her twin flame — and Gods, how she burns for him.

⠀⠀⠀❛ Nyke gōntan daor pendagon ao iā lilagon, valzȳrys. ( I did not think you a dancer, husband ). ❜ she teases, her chin settled in a proud tilt and her mouth painted in amusement. His skin is warm, his grasp a steady anchor amid the ceaseless tide that threatens to consume her. Rhaenyra presses near, drawn to his heat as though a moth to a crackling blaze. It is intoxicating how easily he seeps into her bones, banishing all that is frigid. One hand curls into the linen of his shirt, atop his shoulder, the other entwines with his. And then he begins to move, and she follows his every stride; a creature of instinct, of devotion, of unyielding trust.

[drcgonborn]

& @bigdaddydaemon // liked for kisses.

EYES HEAVY WITH EXHAUSTION, HER FOOTSTEPS unsure even if the stone floors remained as even and steady as ever. Rhaenyra clung to Daemon's arm as they made their way down the hall, tired limbs growing weary with each passing moment and yet trusting the man to keep her upright and guide her back to their quarters. knowing, without a doubt, that his support would not falter, that his STRENGTH would not disappear.

"it was nice to see him again." Rhaenyra commented softly, the feast still flesh in her memory. even if the whole ordeal was a long and stiffling affair it was not TOO TERRIBLE of a time to host her father's presence. especially since Alicent decided to stay at the Keep. the woman hummed quietly, fighting her own restless mind and tired bones - the day was filled to the brim with emotions that took their toll on her mind. and she was sure that Daemon was no different.

"thank you, ñuha zaldrīzes." [ my dragon ] as they entered their room she cupped the man's cheek, guiding his head towards her before lips pressed in a tenderly sweet kiss. nothing short of adoration pouring into the gesture, the taste of berry wine on her tongue now mixing with his. heavy sigh escaped Rhaenyra a moment later when she sat down on the chaise by the fireplace, needing a moment or two to just be before taking up any though of preparation for the night "come here." she reached out a hand towards him, a soft smile on her lips.

[seasdragon]

@bigdaddydaemon asked: i have you.

Laena   tilted   her   head,   her   gaze   sharp   and   unyielding   as   she   regarded   Daemon.   The   words   lingered   in   the   air   between   them,   a   quiet   declaration   that   demanded   attention.   A   faint   smile   curved   her   lips,   though   it   did   little   to   soften   the   intensity   of   her   expression.   "Do   you   now?"   she   asked,   her   voice   laced   with   equal   parts   curiosity   and   challenge.

She   stepped   closer,   the   soft   rustle   of   her   skirts   filling   the   silence.   "And   what   does   that   mean   to   you?   So   far,   I   see   no   wedding   being   offered."   Ever   so   bold,   the   woman's   voice   is   laced   with   a   challenge   in   that   moment.   Laena   had   been   as   such   since   they   danced   at   Rhaenyra's   wedding   after   all.   Bold   and   forward.   One   had   to   be,   to   be   a   match   for   a   man   like   Daemon.

Her   eyes,   bright   as   the   sun   on   a   summer   sea,   searched   his   face   for   an   answer,   her   own   emotions   carefully   veiled.   "I   am   not   so   easily   held,   my   Prince.   I   am   as   free   as   the   sea   and   the   fire   in   my   veins.   Could   you   handle   that?"   The   smile   deepened,   playful   now,   but   her   tone   remained   firm.   "You   may   have   me,   for   now,   but   if   you   wish   to   keep   me,   you'll   have   to   do   far   more   than   claim   it."

[volcre]

& @bigdaddydaemon said: "I can't sleep until I hear you get home." // MEME // ACCEPTING

"YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE TO BED." she gently scolded, noting her husband's silhouette reclined in one of the comfortable armchairs out in the corner of the open living room - the glow from a small lamp causing Daemon's frame to look nearly otherworldly. the light catching in his hair, causing the strands to nearly shine in a halo around his head though it did not distract her enough that Rhaenyra did not notice the circles under his eyes. nor the slight tilt to his head that only ever appeared when the man was fighting a loosing battle with exhaustion. "I know you haven't been sleeping well lately." Rhaenyra added, dropping her purse and leather jacket to the closest flat surface - which so happened to be the coffee table - before she closed the distance between them.

a hand to his chin made Daemon's head tilt back, the handsome man's face greeting her and immadiately lifting any and all worries and troubles from her shoulders. ALL WOULD BE WELL. all would be right. "have you taken a shower, at least?" Rhaenrya asked softly, fingers threading through soft strands of hair that she so adored to play with. the woman gave a gentle tug to the hair at the back of his head before letting out a small sigh "it's not like Alicent's gonna kill me whenever I go to visit." she pointed out gently, though not without an air of amusement about the implication - AS IF. "and I went to check out how the bar's doing today, apparently we had three hen parties coming in and you know how drunk women are around half-naked men."

[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)

[storiesofthenight]

@bigdaddydaemon liked for a starter.

The last thing Rhaenyra had expected was for her father to die so soon. Yes, she knew he was in a bad condition but nonetheless, she had hoped to have him around just a little longer, even if just to meet the new baby when the time came. But things hardly ever went as hopes were. And when the knock had come on the doors to her chambers, she had known instinctively what the news was even before she had left her bed.

Ever since that moment, her world had felt like a daze. Being crowned Queen, choosing her hand and council, the first council meetings and everything else that went along with it. She had been so busy the last few days, she had asked for her handmaidens to prepare her a hot bath. Arriving at her chambers, she smiled when she spotted Daemon at the door. “Have you been waiting here long?” She asked as she reached him, placing one hand on his arm. “Did you miss us that much?” Rhaenyra mused softly, placing her other hand on her belly before nodding towards the door to her chambers. "Come, join me. I was about to take a hot bath."

[morningflew]

"and i wonder... do you see her in the back of your mind? in my eyes?" ——— ♫ wildflower by billie eillish ♫

@bigdaddydaemon ! spotify wrapped starter call.

[snowfyres]

@bigdaddydaemon asked: ❝ a man is never so vulnerable in battle as when he flees. a running man is like a wounded animal to a soldier. it gets his bloodlust up. ❞ (viserys)

"If   you   want   me   to   say   a   man   is   coward   for   running   away   and   trying   to   preserve   their   life,   I   will   not   say   so,   brother."   They   can   agree   in   many   things   as   they   disagree   on   others.   His   brother   has   a   thrist   for   war   that   he   does   not   share   or   enjoys   but   it's   one   of   the   driving   forces   that   make   Daemon,   well,   Daemon.   Viserys   is   more   a   man   of   peace,   perhaps   to   a   fault.   "Not   even   Aegon   The   Conqueror   killed   those   who   tried   to   flee   or   desert.   He   gave   them   places   in   his   court   and   build   trust.   Trust   that   is   now   part   of   our   realm,   Daemon.   You   should   best   remember   that."  

Viserys   speaks,   goblet   of   wine   raised   toward   his   lips   in   turn   and   looking   at   the   rogue   prince   with   amusement.   He   always   brings   the   oddest   tales   when   he   returns   from   battle.   Each   time   he   returns,   he   feels   even   more   distance,   somehow,   like   walls   are   being   built   up.   "You   have   talked   all   day   of   war   but   never   once   spoke   about   wanting   to   meet   my   children.   You   missed   the   birth   of   Aemond   and   Helaena."  

At   times   he   speaks   toward   his   brother   like   he   recalls   his   father   talking   to   him.   He   had   been   so   young   then,   he   is   sure   Daemon   remembers   little,   but   Viserys   had   stepped   as   a   parental   figure   long   before   he   had   children   of   his   own.   "Or   perhaps   you   are   only   the   dotting   uncle   to   Rhaenyra?"

[worthyheir]

What caused you to start writing? What was your key point?

Munday Meme / @bigdaddydaemon

I started reading at like age 4, and I got into fanfiction on good old fanfiction.net when I was 9, and started writing in probably the worst fandom for a fucking child to write in (A Nightmare on Elm Street) but it was my favorite movie and I loved it. I ventured into other fandoms and I am sure my account still exists with the most EMBARRASSING shit ever on it (including a sonnet I wrote in 8th grade for a project about, you guessed it, A Nightmare on Elm Street lmfao) but I will not share it so good luck finding it (it's probably very easy to find). From there, I got into RP on Runescape, proboards, AIM/Yahoo IM/MSN, and eventually found my way to Myspace, Facebook, and now tumblr. I just really enjoyed creating stories with other people more than fanfiction tbh and so I dived into RP. I do sometimes write drabbles/one-shots but those are just for me.

[dracodelight]

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

[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.