#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

[herdragcnfire]

🍒  + bigdaddydaemon

» 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 🍒 + 𝐚 𝐮𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. // @worthyheir

What can I say about @bigdaddydaemon? So many good things!! I absolutely love reading Lexi's take on Daemon and all the threads they're involved in like a big ass creeper, and though we haven't gotten to write or rp yet I STILL WANT TO! Also legit honesty here: Lexi understands my Cooper Howard ghoul thirsting and supports it. She is a real one and our chats have always been super fun to have, great person all around and mun to follow if hotd/asoiaf is your thing!

[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.

[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?"

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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)

[lvndrhzd]

﹠    *    @bigdaddydaemon sent , ∗ 2o﹕ sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact .

flames  of  defiance  fan  along  the  dripping  ichor  of  ribcage’s  edge.  there  is  no  fight  left  to  beat  within  her  breast.  least  of  all  beneath  touch  of  one  who  is  sole  responsible  for  new  found  passion  for  life.  and  even  still  …  gaze  lingers  closed.  one  thump  of  her  heart  ,  followed  by  a  second.  losing  self  to  the  grounding  feeling  of  thumb  centered  along  chin.  and  when  finally  she  does  peer  upwards  ,  all  of  the  world  melts  away.  slipping  into  the  abyss  of  dark  thoughts  that  do  no  belong  between  them.  a  moment  of  clarity.  serenity.  

it  is  against  her  nature  to  allow  sigh  to  be  so  easily  won.

“ gaomagon  daor  (do  not) , ”  she  starts.  a  near  plea  that  feels  too  weak.  vulnerable  in  a  way  that  had  not  been  part  of  original  plan.  “ i  do  not  wish  to  be  lectured.  or  reminded  that  i  am  destined  for  this. ”  this.  a  crown.  a  throne  made  of  iron  and  blood.  the  shedding  of  her  own  morals  naught  but  decoration  for  the  floor.  “ i  am  aware  of  the  price  that  must  be  paid  ,  but  the  blood  shed  …  sometimes  i  worry  it  will  be  too  much.  that  they  will  only  ever  see  the  cruel. ”

[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.

[snowfyres]

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.