#bigdaddydaemon

[volcre]

& @bigdaddydaemon // cont.

AN HOUR, MAYBE TWO, WERE ENOUGH for the Princess to explode with the deeply stirring emotions that finally bubbled over the treshold of her control. she had been pacing her bedchambers back and forth, possibly wearing down the stone floors a little bit with how many steps she took in the same pattern. Rhaenyra glared at walls, at paintings, at the embroided throws on her bed. she tried to gather her thoughts, to wrap her mind around what had happened in the last few hours but there was nothing that came of it. she was still at a loss, still hurt, still embrassed, still alone.

the Targaryen allowed herself to hope, so foolishly, when Daemon took her hand and lead her down the secret corridors and then further into the darkness of the City. the excitement gripping her heart in a tight hold and unconsciously her hand kept on giving his little squeezes here or there as they wandered through the streets without being recognised, enjoying their time of anonymity. Rhaenyra couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper into the abbyss of adoration for the man. her heart skipping a beat with each new touch. her lilac gaze glazing over with soft warmth every time she looked up at him. his hands felt like flames of bliss on her skin, his lips tasting of wine and warmth as Daemon stole her very first kiss --- and yet Rhaenyra did not pull back, did not shy away. despite her obvious inexperience the Princess felt nothing but desire as she grabbed the man's neck and pulled him down into another kiss.

but it was all too good to be true. he had left her. abandoned her. with her silver hair on show to anyone within the estabilishment, with no true knowledge of the layout of the streets of Flea Bottom - she would have been lost if not for Ser Strong.

and now, here she was. a Princess, a lady, rushing down the empty corridors and glaring at a guard who tried to say something about her presence at such a late hour. one harsh look and the man thought better of his decision, simply stepping to the side to let the Princess pass. her gaze settled on the Prince nearly the very same moment that she stepped into the room, her anger soaring up to the ceiling all over again as Rhaenyra noted the dismissive expression of his face.

"oh yes, I did." the silver haired woman hissed through gritted teeth "right after ser Harwin rescued me from some sleazy bastard's grasp when I tried to find my way home." lilac gaze narrowed at the tall man, stepping closer without an oune of fear as the Princess allowed all of her anger to roam free of its cage. no more. "what the fuck were you thinking, Daemon?" the woman hit him, an open palm connecting with his shoulder - an outlet of all the fury building up inside of her "is that the way to treat someone you've kissed? leave them all alone? disappear?" Rhaenyra raised her voice with each new question but managed not to scream as she tilted her head back to a painfull degree as she had to look up into Daemon's eyes "Jurnegon issa raqagon daorun yn mēre hen ābrar?" [ Treat me like nothing but one of the whores? ]

[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.

[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. ”   

[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

[namedcruel]

@bigdaddydaemon sent , 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively ]  at  receiver .

nursing  babe  ,  unknown  to  the  world  ,  blinking  gaze  not  even  a  few  hours  old  but  held  against  her  chest  as  if  the  most  precious  delight  to  ever  breathe  fresh  air  into  newly  formed  lungs.  giving  birth  is  every  bit  a  nightmare  ,  sweat  and  tears  ..  blood  and  exhaustion  ,  as  it  is  the  greatest  gift  from  the  gods.  every  time  she’s  been  blessed  enough  to  find  her  way  on  the  other  side  of  it’s  wonders—  not  only  does  she  swear  it  is  the  last  time  ,  but  she  whispers  a  prayer  that  should  it  happen  again  …  the  next  time  grant  her  the  mercy  of  being  easier.  it  never  is.  but  she  would  not  take  back  a  single  second  of  any  birth.  each  of  her  boys  are  worth  the  storm.

“ no  ,  don’t  start.  if  you’ve  come  with  any hopes  of  beginning  to  conceive  another  … ”  long  pause  is  filtered  through  fire  and  rage.  but  heavy  set  brow  gives  way  to  blossoming  smirk  that  even  she  is  powerless  to  keep  at  bay.  there  is  no  room  for  anger  ,  pretend  or  otherwise.  the  sight  of  her  husband  after  a  gruesome  delivery  of  their  second  son  ;  she  could  not  muster  the  strength  to  put  on  a  show  for  amusement  even  if  she  had  desire  to.  “ at  least  allow  me  to  have  a  proper  bath  and  rid  myself  of  …  gods  ,  whatever  that  smell  is. ”  

laughter  breaks  through  ending  of  her  thought.  arms  tightening  around  the  little  boy  as  she  struggles  to  sit  up.  not  far.  knowing  better  than  to  push  herself  too  quickly.  it’s  a  path  which  she  is  most  familiar.  damage  was  not  easily  healed.  and  she  does  not  wish  to  relive  such  agony.  “ come—  he’s  beautiful. ”

[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.   

[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?"

[zobriesdaria]

Rhaenyra   moved   swiftly   through   the   dimly   lit   tunnels   of   the   Red   Keep,   her   steps   echoing   softly   against   the   stone   walls.   These   secret   passages,   once   shown   to   her   by   Daemon,   were   now   her   covert   paths   to   freedom   and   adventure.   Tonight,   they   led   her   to   a   clandestine   meeting,   far   from   the   prying   eyes   of   the   court   and   her   ever-watchful   septas.   She   emerged   into   a   small   courtyard,   the   moon   casting   silver   light   across   the   cobblestones.   Daemon   stood   there,   a   figure   cut   from   shadows   and   starlight.   His   dragon,   Caraxes,   slumbered   in   the   distance,   a   silent   guardian   of   their   meeting,   surely   going   to   meet   Syrax.  

Rhaenyra   smirked,   approaching   him   with   a   confidence   that   belied   her   youth.   "I   had   to   ensure   I   wasn’t   followed,   I   hope   I   did   not   kept   you   waiting."   Rhaenyra's   heart   quickened,   not   with   fear,   but   with   excitement.   This   was   a   world   apart   from   the   delicate   embroideries   and   fine   tapestries   she   was   accustomed   to.   Here,   she   could   be   more   than   a   princess;   she   could   be   a   warrior.   "You   promised   me   a   sword." @bigdaddydaemon

[volcre]

How did Rhaenyra feel after learning of Daemon’s marriage to Laena?

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let's do it. one 'fuck me up fam' to go.

Rhaenyra absolutely hates having her life dictated for her. she hates the rules and obligations and responsibilities, even more so when the DUTIES her parents have in mind for her is laying on her back and pushing for a couple of hours straight. that's not the kind of a future the Princess sees for herself. well, not just that. she yearns for more. she aches for freedom to be more. to become more than just a mother. more than just a womb for some power-hungry man who falls in love with the iron throne and not the woman he marries.

so what is the solution to avoiding such future? well, one might say that the solution could be to choose her own husband. the lesser of all evils in the candidates offered on a silver platter before her. but Rhaenyra unconsciously might be trying to take it a step further. she needs a man who does not ache for the throne, for the novelty of such a power within his reach. she needs someone who is well used to it, who will focus on her and not the crown. not wholeheartedly. and her gaze settles upon the Rogue Prince.

at first it might have been a way to get out of many ridiculous marriage proposals. she flirts, she teases, she taunts. she goes with him to the whorehouse and isn't afraid of following through with whatever he has planned for them. it is only his refusal that puts a stop to their evening and she feels betrayed. she feels cold. alone.

the Princess is nothing if not stubborn and spiteful. she yearns for revenge and she thinks that it just might be hers. they're at her supposed wedding. she's to marry another man and she taunts Daemon with it. makes him contemplate stabbing someone with a dinner knife. and then she offers him a solution - take her with him, make her his, marry her instead of letting this farce continue. she's right there, so easy to grab and leave with --- and once again her plan backfires.

( exhibit a , how daemon didn't get burnt to a crisp with her glare through this whole dance is beyond me )

Rhaenyra feels powerless as she watches Daemon and Laena dance. it feels like a slap to the face, a rude awakening. of course the handsome, powerful Prince would not want her. not when he's surrounding himself with beautiful women left and right. not when he has ladies such as Laena offering themselves to him. she's so full of womanly grace, something acquired through years of proper etiquette lessons and good genetics - something that Rhaenyra does not think she has. she's younger, she's barely grown up, of course she is not on the Prince's list of possible love interests. to watch them dance together, to see Daemon's attention pinned to Laena instead? it makes something inside of her shatter in ugly realisation that it could never be her.

from then on, as the drama continues, as her ridiculous wedding comes to fulfillment the Princess still wonders for a moment where Daemon had disappeared to. she wonders if maybe he will break down the door to the throne room and take her away. maybe there is still time. maybe he still could come.

and then that's it. she's a married woman. to a man, nonetheless, who does not want her any more than she wants him. a man who will become a dear friend and a wonderful companion but never more than that - tragically, a man who never even thirsted for the throne in the first place.

and then a raven comes from Pentos addressed to the King. such great news - "Prince Daemon and Lady Laena married under the customs of Driftmark"... such great, great news. and while her smile might be perfect enough to fool those around her, to let them think she joins their celebrations of the new union --- it is only Laenor that notices the cracks of her carefully crafted facade. only Laenor that holds her at night as she weeps her sorrow, tears staining yet another letter that brought news.

"Prince Daemon and Lady Laena are expecting their firstborn."

[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]

🎶 — favorite song at the moment? 📕 — favorite book/series? 😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc? 💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them! 💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc?

Munday Meme

🎶 — favorite song at the moment? / Look at Us Now (Honeycomb) from Daisy Jones and the Six is probably going to be my number 1 song on Spotify wrapped this year. I don't know if I have an actual favorite song but I listen to this one a lot.

📕 — favorite book/series? / Answered HERE

😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc? / I have always loved how this is a creative and collaborative hobby. The RPC does not function if it isn't at least two people bouncing ideas back and forth and writing things out. I love even getting together vague ideas and just rolling with them, or deep in depth plotting with like several years of lore. Even silly verses, like the band AU that none of us have written in, but we have a 7+ hour playlist of songs that inspire the band. It's so fun.

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them! / I have made SO many friends in the RPC over the years. I've been RPing for over half my life at this point, at least, and I still have friends from fucking MYSPACE days. Some of my current besties: @bigdaddydaemon / @lvscinvs / @cthoniian / @twndrgn (fuck the Rangers though) / @eledrar / @harwinsbabymama / @quccninchains / @cregcn / and honestly anyone in the gang gang server for real. I love waking up and going "Good morning gang gang" everyday.

💖 — what was one of the greatest/happiest moments you’ve had in the rpc? / Another one (since I answered this) is learning things through my RP friends. I love discovering new music and shows and books and movies that I probably never would have discovered without the RPC.

[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."