#the adventures of a daemon

[desi-steampunk-redpanda]

Guess who's back?!

And I came back with clothes now! :D

[witchofthemidlands]

daemon's tripping balls & rhaenyra's kissing women in his absence. absolutely unhinged behaviour. 10/10 episode. one simply does not care about the plot. rhaenyra's a confirmed girl kisser, that's all that matters here.

[streammaxeurope]

[slutpoppers]

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[syndrossi]

lol arthur is so cranky right now

Arthur had been very fortunate in his duties with Prince Rhaegar—at four-and-ten, for all his training, he had not yet been old enough to nurture ambitions of defending himself should the need arise. And he was even smaller now at a tender eight-years-old. Most of the royal children that the Princesguard was meant to protect were mere children. Others, like his prince’s new father, were adult children and thought themselves better suited to the task of protecting than their own sworn protectors.

[nicetoseesofttotouch]

I love this "I see dead people" shot

[digimonarchive]

Archnemon/Arukenimon and Mummymon (in their true forms) picspam

Also appearing in the picspam: Demon/Daemon, Yukio Oikawa, Noriko, Armadimon/Armadillomon, Veemon, Wormmon, Blackwargreymon and Belialvamdemon/Malomyotismon

Digimon Adventure 02 episodes 29, 32, 34, 35, 36, 45, 46, 47 and 48

[veryace-ficrecs]

Hey! Could you do another daemon rec list? Your other list got me in the mood

Absolutly! d=====(￣▽￣*)b

More Daemon Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Star Trek

Ni'Var by WerewolvesAreReal - Rated G

Humans have daemons. Vulcans have katras. Spock, born of both, has neither. Which he's fine with. Really. Meanwhile, James Kirk is a little curious about this whole daemon business, because how the hell can he have two souls - ?

a resilient touch by kurgaya - Rated T

Jim’s daemon used to be a wolf and Leonard’s not sure how he feels about that. Used to be. [STID Missing Scenes - Jim sleeps. Leonard worries. Someone unexpected talks some sense into them both].

Daredevil

Down to the Bone by SpiritsFlame - Rated G

Everyone always wants to know why his daemon isn't a bat. As though being blind is all that there is to him, the center point of his character.

Spiderman

of things unknown (but longed for still) by aloneintherain - Rated T

Peter Parker can’t walk around with the same daemon as Spider-Man. But she’s going to settle one day, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

The Witcher

Two Halves of a Whole by penguistifical - Rated G

Geralt doesn’t take much notice at first when the small brown bird alights on his table.

one for sorrow by Emamel - Rated T

There were other rumours, older and more persistent, that Jaskier hadn't been able to make a dent in. Witchers don't have souls. Witchers are no better than beasts. How could they be civilised, intelligent, compassionate, human, when they don't even have daemons. What was Jaskier supposed to do about that?

interconnected strand to strand by Hirikka - Rated G

Turns out Jaskier isn't the first person who loves Geralt to be driven away by the witcher. After The Mountain, Jaskier is found by Geralt's daemon. They adopt each other.

The Adventure Zone

a thousand points of no return by anonymousAlchemist - Rated T

Since wizard's daemons often settle as birds and urban legend says that elves are separated from their daemons, no one looks too closely at the fact that Taako and Lup are both single entities, missing the other halves of their hearts. They walk like people, they talk like people, and if they're hard to read because their daemons aren't fluffing up their feathers or swatting playfully with their paws, well, elves are notoriously enigmatic anyway. This lasts until their first death. All deaths on the Starblaster are strange. When Magnus first died on the animal planet, I'morko followed right after, both of their bodies dissipating into golden sparks, a strange inversion of the natural order. The pattern holds. Year after year, person and daemon alike dissipate into a fine mist of dust, knit together by the bond engine in the new plane. During their fifteenth year, Taako is shot through the heart with a well-aimed magic missile. Lup screams and casts one last firebolt, spell-sculpting around their bodies, before unspooling into a fine golden sand.

Yuri on Ice

hollow ground by Piyo13 - Rated T

There's no rules regarding where a daemon has to be in relation to their skater, only that they aren't allowed on the ice. This has always seemed a little unfair to Yuuri. After all, he loves skating like he loves his own soul; why can't he have both?

Batman

I know you won't leave by Speechless_since_1998 - Rated G

Jason was thirteen, adopted for over a year, and he was at his first gala. He expected the rich snobs who looked down on him, judging his daemon. What he didn't expect was to find a child hiding as his daemon took shape. Nor that Ace would adopt him.

everything you lose is a step you take by oceanofchaos - Rated T

“Tim,” she says, hesitant in a way that she never is, not when it’s just the two of them, “About settling.” Thirteen is hardly unreasonable to be unsettled, but rare given their night activities, and Tim’s been thinking hard about what Hestia will choose. “I don’t think I want to settle,” she says quietly, interrupting his train of thought, “Maybe not ever.” “Okay,” replies Tim, stroking a careful finger over her soft brown snout, “Not if you don’t want to.” ------------ Dæmon AU, the life and times of Tim Drake and his dæmon Hestia, before, during, and after Robin.

Fullmetal Alchemist

the lives of wild animals by ohmytheon - Rated G

military - but what people don't realize is that his daemon is just as wild as Mustang's in the end.

In the Shape of a Soul by redketchup - Rated T

Ed says, “Stupid Colonel Bastard.” “Brother, what are you thinking?” Alphonse asks evenly, which is his way of saying, Please, for the love of god, brother, the colonel is not responsible for every terrible thing, but hey, it ends up Alphonse is still loyal to his big brother, because he also adds, “I’m surprised he didn’t make an effort to call us. It sounds like something we could help with. Maybe the first lieutenant has been out recently.” Which conveys how little faith Alphonse actually has in Mustang when he acts outside Riza Hawkeye’s influence.

East City has a new string of murders and, much to a young alchemist's annoyance, his superior officer insists that the Fullmetal Alchemist's expertise is not needed. This leads to more trouble than anyone would expect.

talents of the souls by ohmytheon - Rated G

Edward's hand shakes as he draws the soul bonding transmutation circle on the inside of the armor. Alethea has to hold his arm up to keep him steady. “I won’t let you take them!” Ed screams. “Take my arm, take my heart, take my soul!” Alethea cries out as she buries her face into his stomach. He can’t feel her. He almost gets sick. Oh, god, why can’t he feel her? (Or, Fullmetal Alchemist with daemons, focusing on Edward, Alphonse, and human transmutation. Companion piece to "rummaging in our souls", which focuses on Roy and Riza.)

[marsi-is-depressed]

Finding a Family series. Chapter 9: Now everyone knows.

The reader wants to go back to sea, she wants to dive in to find that squid, she asks her father to help her.

The morning sun glistened on the waves as you stood at the edge of the rocky shore, the tide lapping at your boots. Your heart raced with anticipation and curiosity. The image of the glowing squid, its bright orange eyes gazing at you in the depths, had been haunting your thoughts since the night of the fall. You needed to see it again. To know it wasn’t just a dream or a trick of your frightened mind.

Daemon stood behind you, his arms crossed, a mix of wariness and protectiveness in his expression. “This is madness,” he said, his voice firm but not unkind. “The sea is dangerous, and you nearly died. Why would you tempt fate again?”

You turned to him, determination lighting your eyes. “It saved me, Father. I know it did. I just need to... thank it. To understand why.”

Daemon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He hated saying no to you, especially when you looked at him with such conviction. “And what if it’s not there? Or worse, if it is and it’s no longer friendly?”

“It helped me once,” you said confidently. “I don’t believe it would hurt me.”

Rhaenyra appeared beside Daemon, her expression one of concern. “Daemon’s right. You don’t know what you’re diving into. The sea is not kind.”

You stepped closer to your father, your hands gripping his arm. “Please. Just one dive. You’ll hold the rope. If anything happens, you’ll pull me back.”

Daemon looked at you for a long moment, then sighed heavily. “Fine. But if I feel even the slightest tug of trouble, I’m pulling you up.”

You grinned, relief washing over you. “Thank you.”

Minutes later, you stood at the edge of a cliffside inlet, a long, sturdy rope tied securely around your waist. Daemon held the other end, bracing himself against the rocks, his jaw tight with nerves.

Rhaenyra stood a few paces back, her arms crossed, watching with a mixture of apprehension and pride.

“Remember,” Daemon said, his voice sharp with authority. “You signal if you’re in trouble. No exceptions.”

“I will,” you promised, your heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation. With one last look at your parents, you dove into the water.

The chill of the sea enveloped you, and for a moment, all was silent except for the muffled sounds of the ocean. You opened your eyes, squinting through the saltwater, and began to swim deeper, your legs kicking steadily as you scanned the murky depths.

Minutes passed, and doubt began to creep into your mind. What if it wasn’t real? What if—

A sudden flicker of movement caught your eye. Then, from the darkness, the glowing orange eyes appeared, followed by the enormous form of the squid. Its luminescent tentacles moved gracefully, their glow illuminating the water around you. Your heart leaped in awe and recognition.

You raised a hand, waving at the creature. To your amazement, one of its massive tentacles reached out, brushing gently against your arm. The touch was warm, almost soothing, and you could feel the faintest sense of acknowledgement—as though it was saying hello.

For a moment, everything else faded. The world above the water, the danger of the sea—all that mattered was this moment of connection. You smiled, your lungs beginning to burn with the need for air. But as you turned to swim back, the heaviness of the water pulled at you. Panic surged as your legs tired, and you began to sink.

The squid reacted instantly. One of its glowing tentacles wrapped around your waist, lifting you with surprising gentleness. It propelled you upward, guiding you toward the surface. As you broke through the water, gasping for air, Daemon and Rhaenyra’s panicked shouts reached your ears.

From the shore, your parents watched in stunned silence as an enormous orange tentacle emerged from the water, holding you securely. It gently deposited you on the rocks before retreating. The squid’s glowing eyes surfaced for a brief moment, and it lifted a single tentacle in what looked like a wave goodbye before vanishing beneath the waves.

Daemon rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms. “What in the Seven Hells were you thinking?” he demanded, his voice shaking with both anger and relief.

Rhaenyra knelt beside you, her hands fluttering over your face and shoulders. “Are you hurt? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you managed, coughing up a bit of seawater. “It helped me. Again.”

Daemon glanced at the water, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief. “That... thing. It lifted you.” You nodded, your voice was soft but steady. “It’s not just a thing. It’s... it’s intelligent. It saved me. Twice now.”

Rhaenyra exchanged a stunned look with Daemon. “A creature like that... it defies everything we know.”

Daemon pulled you close, his grip firm but comforting. “No more diving into the sea, do you hear me? I don’t care if it’s the Mother herself swimming beneath those waves. You stay on land.” You smiled faintly, leaning into his embrace. “I promise.”

As the three of you sat together on the rocks, the mystery of the glowing squid lingered in your minds. But for now, the only thing that mattered was that you were safe, surrounded by those who loved you.

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The rain fell in a soft, steady rhythm, cool droplets rolling down your face as you lay on the damp ground near the cliffside. The spot where the enormous orange squid had placed you felt like a strange sanctuary now, a place tied to the mysteries of the sea and the creature that had twice saved your life. The rain soothed you, calming the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. Beside you, the direwolf lay curled up, its thick fur slicked with water but unbothered by the weather. On your other side, Caraxes rested his massive head close to you, his body a looming, protective presence. Their shared comfort in the rain mirrored your own, a silent unity that made you feel, for a fleeting moment, not entirely alone.

You shifted slightly, your arm brushing against the damp grass. Slowly, you stretched it toward the cliff’s edge, your fingertips grazing the rocky ground as if reaching for the memory of the squid’s warm, glowing tentacle. A small part of you hoped it might rise from the depths again, even in this storm, just to remind you that the connection had been real.

Behind you, the sound of footsteps on wet grass reached your ears, and you glanced back to see your father approaching. Daemon’s dark hair was plastered to his face from the rain, his expression softened by concern as he crouched beside you. Without a word, he lowered himself onto the ground, stretching out beside you, the rain pooling in the folds of his clothing.

“Are you cold?” he asked quietly, his voice almost lost in the sound of the rain and crashing waves.

You shook your head. “No,” you replied softly, staring up at the gray sky. “I like the rain.”

Daemon turned his head to look at you, his piercing gaze catching yours. His face was unreadable for a moment before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re a strange one,” he said, not unkindly.

You let out a small laugh but didn’t respond. Instead, you hesitated, biting your lip before finally speaking the thought that had been gnawing at you for days. “Father,” you began, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

Daemon frowned, his expression immediately serious. “What do you mean?”

You gestured to the direwolf beside you, its large head now resting on your stomach as its golden eyes flicked up to watch you. “The wolf,” you said. “Caraxes. Even the squid. It’s like they... understand me. Like they’re drawn to me. I know it’s not normal.”

Daemon was silent for a moment, processing your words. He turned his gaze to Caraxes, who let out a low, rumbling sound as if responding to the conversation. The dragon’s crimson eyes blinked slowly, his long neck stretching to nudge your shoulder with surprising gentleness. The direwolf, too, let out a soft whine, nuzzling your side as though reassuring you.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Daemon said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of conviction. “You’re my daughter. You have fire in your veins, the blood of dragons in your heart. That connection to these creatures—it's not something to fear. It’s a gift.”

“But why me?” you pressed, your voice trembling slightly. “Why do they come to me and not anyone else?”

Daemon exhaled deeply, his gaze returning to the sky. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his honesty cutting through the usual bravado he wore like armor. “But I do know this: these creatures, they see something in you. Something strong. Something worthy.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond to that. For so long, you’d felt isolated, even among your family. Different. And yet here, with Caraxes and the direwolf at your side, with your father lying in the rain beside you, you felt... seen.

Daemon reached out, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. “If anyone makes you feel like there’s something wrong with you, they’ll answer to me. You understand?”

You nodded, a small, grateful smile breaking through the rain-soaked melancholy on your face. “I understand.”

For a while, the two of you lay there in silence, the rain continuing to fall as the direwolf shifted closer to you for warmth, and Caraxes let out a low, contented rumble. The storm seemed to wrap around you like a cocoon, the sound of the waves below blending with the steady rhythm of your father’s breathing.

Daemon finally broke the silence, his voice softer now. “You know, when I first brought Caraxes to the Dragonpit as a boy, I thought he was the ugliest creature I’d ever seen.”

You glanced at the dragon in question, whose large crimson form radiated an almost regal intensity despite the rain. “He’s not ugly,” you said defensively.

Daemon smirked. “No, he’s not. But I didn’t see it then. I didn’t understand what he was, what he could be.” He looked at you, his expression serious again. “Sometimes, we don’t understand our own worth, either. But that doesn’t make it any less real.”

His words settled over you like the rain, soothing in their weight. You closed your eyes, letting yourself lean into the warmth of the direwolf and the steady presence of your father beside you. For now, you didn’t have all the answers, but you had this moment—and that was enough.

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The reader sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff, her fingers gently wrapped around the warm, textured tentacle of the orange squid that had become something of a secret friend. The creature’s massive, glowing eyes peeked just above the water’s surface, its head bobbing slightly with the waves. She whispered to it softly, her words carried away by the sea breeze, though the squid seemed to understand her without needing to hear every syllable.

Caraxes lay sprawled protectively behind her, his long neck stretched lazily, but his sharp crimson eyes remained watchful of his rider’s daughter and the mysterious sea creature. Every now and then, the dragon let out a low, guttural rumble, as if conversing with the squid in his own way.

Meanwhile, back in the great hall of the castle, Rhaenyra was seated with the entire Targaryen family for dinner. The direwolf lay quietly at her feet, its golden eyes scanning the room for signs of its mistress, but it remained obediently still at her side. Rhaenyra looked to Daemon, her expression tinged with exasperation.

“She’s not here,” Rhaenyra said, glancing at the empty seat meant for her daughter. “Go fetch her, Daemon. We both know where she’s gone.”

Daemon smirked slightly, but he didn’t argue. As he pushed his chair back to rise, Aemond’s sharp voice cut through the murmurs of conversation.

“Why waste your time?” Aemond sneered, his one eye gleaming with derision. “She’s probably out there playing with her sea monster again. Perhaps she thinks it’s a kraken.”

Daemon froze mid-step, his jaw tightening. The rest of the family turned their attention to Aemond, the room falling uncomfortably silent.

Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Enough, Aemond,” she said coldly. “You’d do well to hold your tongue.”

“Oh, come now,” Aemond continued, ignoring her warning. “We’ve all heard the legends. A kraken—great beast of the deep, capable of sinking ships and dragging men to their watery graves. Fitting, isn’t it? A beast for a girl who always seems out of place here.”

Before anyone could respond, Daemon’s sharp intake of breath silenced the room. He was standing by the window, his eyes wide as he stared outside. “Seven hells,” he muttered, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.

“What is it?” Rhaenyra asked, rising from her seat.

Daemon turned, his face pale but his expression determined. “She wasn’t lying,” he said simply, pointing to the cliffside.

The entire family rushed to the window, crowding around to see. There, perched dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, was the reader. She was leaning forward, her hand outstretched to the massive squid whose vibrant orange form glowed faintly even through the rain-dappled mist. Its head had emerged partially from the water, and it moved gently in response to her touch, as if drawn to her presence.

“She’s talking to it,” Viserys murmured, his voice laced with shock. “It’s real.”

Without a word, Daemon turned on his heel and hurried out of the hall, Rhaenyra close behind him. The rest of the family followed, some out of curiosity, others out of disbelief, and Aemond out of simmering resentment.

As they reached the cliff, the scene before them stopped them in their tracks. The reader was still seated, her fingers lightly tracing the squid’s tentacle. She spoke softly, her voice a mixture of comfort and gratitude, though her words were too quiet for the others to make out. Caraxes watched them approach but did not stir, his massive frame coiled protectively around the girl.

The squid, noticing the approaching group, withdrew slightly, its glowing eyes narrowing warily. The reader noticed the movement and turned, her expression shifting from peaceful to defensive as she saw her entire family standing there.

“What are you all doing here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Daemon stepped forward, his face unreadable. “We came to see if it was true,” he said simply. “And it is.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes softened as she took in the sight of her daughter and the mysterious creature. “You’ve been telling the truth all along,” she said quietly, guilt flickering across her features.

The reader frowned, still clutching the squid’s tentacle protectively. “Of course I was,” she replied. “Why would I lie about something like this?”

Before anyone could answer, the squid released her hand and let out a low, musical sound that resonated through the air. It turned its glowing eyes toward the group, then dipped its head slightly, as if acknowledging their presence.

Aemond sneered, his hands twitching at his sides. “It’s just a beast,” he muttered under his breath, though his words carried enough for everyone to hear. “Nothing special.”

Daemon shot him a warning glare. “Careful, boy,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re speaking about both the creature and my daughter.”

The squid seemed to understand the tension, retreating further into the water, but not before brushing the reader’s hand one last time. She turned back to it, whispering a soft goodbye as it slipped beneath the waves.

The direwolf arrived shortly after, trotting up to the reader’s side and sniffing her hand as if to reassure itself she was unharmed. She gave it a small, distracted pat, her mind still on the squid.

As the family stood in stunned silence, Viserys finally spoke, his voice filled with awe. “Whatever this creature is, it has chosen her. Perhaps it’s time we stopped questioning that and started trusting it.”

Daemon smirked, proud as ever of his daughter’s strength and uniqueness. Rhaenyra, too, looked on with a mix of pride and regret, knowing she had doubted her child when she should have believed in her all along.

The reader stood slowly, her wet clothes clinging to her as she turned to face her family. “It’s not just a beast,” she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. “It saved me. Twice.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier scepticism now replaced with a sense of wonder—and, for some, jealousy. Aemond turned away sharply, his expression dark, but he said nothing more. The reader, her father, and her mother shared a quiet, understanding look before heading back toward the castle, leaving the mysterious bond between her and the creature of the deep undisputed.

[kociomi]

finished my daemon. 10/10.

[acaciapines]

“I don’t know.” Fionna picks up Cake and holds her cat out in front of her. Cake parts her jaws in a yawn, her tail flicking. “I can’t remember my life before Cake.” (Fionna, missing something, something important, surely: because she's the only person she knows who is this attached to her cat, who cannot leave a room without Cake right at her side, who feels every touch like a stab in her own heart and distance like the thing that will kill her before everything else. The world sees her as a hysterical cat lady. She knows there has to be a word for it. Something that means she's right, and a world who refuses to understand her and Cake is wrong. But what can she do about it? Or: daemons don't exist in Fionnaworld.)

that fionna and cake daemon au i mentioned! she is HERE and has WAY MORE LORE than i could get into here so um. i will talk about it if you wanna know how other things might go heart emoji! <3

[shwoo]

Hi!

That's a cool idea! It makes a lot of sense, making her something that's cute but can also kill you. As well as the habitat stuff.

And I also agree that Eggabell gets mischaracterised and ignored a lot. I wish she interacted more with the other characters, but I guess that would be hard with the direction the plot takes. At least we get to see a full conversation with Chandlo, although I wish there'd been one with Floofty as well. She tends to get depicted as being afraid of Floofty and meekly letting them experiment on them, but that doesn't seem in character for her. Also, Floofty talks about her with a respect that they don't show for many people. So it seems like they were actual friends.

Eggabell can be timid, but she's also extremely determined, and authoritative when she thinks other people are being reckless about their health. I think sometimes people only see the timidness, or the self-hatred, and there's a lot more to the character.

She totally would've had to have broken a Scoopy Banoopy! I wonder how she did that. She doesn't have access to the Trip Shot, and I don't think she'd deliberately set herself on fire, so it wasn't the game's easiest methods. Also, Scoopy is annoying to catch.

[rhaenin-time]

Help I keep sitting down to write the middle of my fic only to end up writing more of the ending and a stupid sideplot that I can't even post until I write the middle.

Ugh, why must I post chapters in linear form.

If you follow my fic and don't like spoilers - don't look at the tags

[slutpoppers]

Our Heroes vs Daemon!!!

Digimon Adventure 02 (2000)

[syndrossi]

oohhhh man whenever someone says something along the lines of resonant being slow i just want to take them gently by the hand and say "sweet summer child, you are not prepared"

[maiesta-quest]

The Approach on the Old Tree

Wastelander stand on the outskirts of the giant tree, or more precisely, the old darkened remains of it, by now turned to almost coal from the hot winds and weather of the region and due to it's age! She can see lights at it's core, purple flashes and shining lights. Armed with a poleaxe and a greatclub, she got few ways of approach, which one will it be? A) Sneak in closer, while she is large woman, she can still try to take a slow and silent approach B) Run in there, swinging at first thing she sees... C) Approach with caution, however openly, trying to greet the residents of the place! So which approach will she take?

Voting till 6th of July this time, as I got a day off, thus I can make a nice picture to end the week with :)