#vhgr: aemond.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

... 'wouldbelove, do not think of me as a whetstone until you hear the whole story: in it, i'm not the hero, but i’m not the villain either — so let’s say, in the story, i was HUMAN.' [..] 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

v. an unmerciful design with @vhgr ; aemond targaryen + alicent hightower & @bruiisedpetals ; regnarra drumm

[vullcanica]

@vhgr : 🎲 for silas & aemond

33. A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

"I'll break their fingers." It's a quiet, gentle sentiment. Whispered low into the scarse stitch of space between them, yet no less terribly, viscerally earnest. He would if he only could. "The maester's too." But he cannot. The stupid old healer's dead, the guilty are untouchable and Silas' rage would serve Aemond poorly now. So he whispers. His fingers trail parallel beside the long angry-red scar, tender in their path, and he searches for words to soothe the sting of deeper hurts, knowing there are none.

He thinks of ugly rumors then, of subtle courtly-worded jabs and jeers of all manners that he's heard, things so far from the ugly, terribly truth; he thinks of years of suffering them. Oh, little can make up for wounds so raw and fresh, but all he has, he offers. Leans down and presses all the aching tenderness he feels for Aemond into a kiss to his fair brow, right where the scar has split it jaggedly. And lingers there, softly.

"Does it still hurt?"

kiss roulette // accepting

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instagram edit : davey and @vhgr's aemond / ♡

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@vhgr

MAURICE (1987)

[quietmalice]

Verses

Every verse is flexible and I love plotting.

We can always change the family circumstances or the age. We also can always create a verse on our own or mix something.

Just know that I’m not into any ABO dynamics and mostly will refuse any vampire or werewolf stories.

Some personal traits of Daemon are constant like his arrogance, the loyalty to his family and his troubled mind. But he’s very flexible in his way of interacting in a relationship. Also he will always be heterosexual, so I won’t ship him with male muses (maybe that changes within the process but that’s how it is now at least for the main verse). Please don’t assume him to be the super romantic, faithful and sensitive guy in relationships, cause he mostly isn’t. That being said it’s not impossible that Daemon falls in love and gets soft if not even possessive and super exclusive sexually (and he will expect the same from your muse), but his interpretation of love can be different from what you think. Keep that in mind and don’t expect him to be different from what is in my version.

Please keep in mind that Daemon is not a typical good character. I consider him as a grey character with very bad tendencies but also a big heart. I won’t portray him as power hungry as some might assume him to be. He is manipulative, yea, but in my version that’s often because of love (so he gets what/who he wants) or his pride when he wants to restore it (and wants to be admired).

I will update more about the verses with the time, but if you have any questions always hit me up. Again: I love plotting and am flexible and I absolutely don’t mind having more threads in different verses. But I don’t see Daemon in every role, that’s why I just wanted to write a few ideas down.

House of the Dragon (main verse) #v: fire & blood

This is his main verse and is based on the series. I DIDNT READ THE BOOKS so don’t expect me to be super canon, this is roleplay not a contest to win about who writes their character the most canon or sticks to the story the most. I’m not here to stick to the story in everything I write, that would get boring. But your character can come into the story at any point: maybe they grew up together. Maybe your muse was his first wife or had to marry the king. Maybe they’re related. Maybe he needs you in his council (when he goes for the throne). Maybe he follows the prophecy and goes behind the wall to learn about the threat from the north. Maybe we play during the Game of Thrones timeline. ANYTHING can happen. Just let me know where you see your character fit in and we’ll make it work.

Currently writing with: @wellfell @smokinmirrors @lovelylostminds @bloodofthefates (Iseult) @dragcnsdaughter @vhgr (Alicent with Daemon, Daena with Aemond) @ironwoven (Daena with Daemon) @sovlbound (Nyma with Daemon, Dorren with Daena)

Actor (modern verse) #v: actor

[I thought about which verse I would see Daemon in during a more modern time and by now the only thing that caught my interest right away was an actor verse. I would use the face of casual Matt in this one, but his charm, humor and character would be more like Daemon is in the series. I’m new to writing Daemon and I’m still trying to figure him out and what suits him best]

In this verse I could imagine him being a famous actor who’s either unhappily married or just a lonely soul in this crazy business. I imagine he likes the attention in regular and as his career started he loved how his name grew, but now being so involved in Hollywood he starts to realize that everyone (even his wife) just is with him for the fame. He’s a very lonely soul in this superficial world and just wants to be seen for who he really is. Maybe your muse meets him in one of the hotels he always has to stay in, maybe your muse is an actress too, maybe they went to school together and the early fame made them broke contact cause he became soon very arrogant about it but when they meet later your muse realizes that he’s still the lost boy from the past. Maybe his loneliness got him involved in drug abuse and that’s how he meets your muse. There are many possibilities I could imagine just hit me up for that.

Currently writing with: @thesongbiird

Demon/Devil #v: demon

Currently writing with: @elpida (Dove)

Other verses

- on request

- Daena in modern Mafia verse with @mettleborn (Igor)

Daemon is still a new character for me so I’m still getting to know him so more verses could be added later but for now I stick with these (especially his main verse). I’ll be very picky with him for now.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐀licent 𝐇ightower ( @vhgr ) + 𝐑egnarra 𝐃rumm ( @bruiisedpetals )

[bruiisedpetals-a]

STOP - aemond targaryen ( @vhgr​ ) holds regnarra drumm back from walking back out into the fray.    ( several months into their arranged marriage )

regnarra wasn't made for court life, yet she stood tiny but savage; tattooed, with her braided and carefully selectively matted locks still woven with religious tokens of the drowned god, and she refused to wear gowns day to day   (the recent exception to this was the day she wed aemond).     the snickers of the ladies and lords bothered her very little —  her piercingly pale eyes fixed with a spine-shrivelling glare and sneer curling her lip the most common reaction as she passed them by, generally speaking she felt more at ease in the marketplaces and away from the stifling world she was now a part of.   

truthfully, she'd been in a foul mood already ... primed for confrontation perhaps ... when echoed words bounced into her ears, raucous laughter about the newest accusation that regnarra was ... no ironborn, but some bastard pale witch from essos ... bewitching house targaryen into wedding her to a prince. ...   she felt her eye twitch, fists balling slowly ...   give me a chance with the bitch and i'll break her in and then break her neck!     and regnarra was on them before her husbands appointed guardsmen were — she could feel the way her temper reared it's head, her eyes glimmered with irrational anger as she swung a close-fist backhand against the jaw of the first laughing man she fixed her tunnelled glare upon.  the sight of his blood brought a cruel smile to her face as she made to swing for him again ...  but a harsh, hard grip wrapped around her bicep and halted her, someone pulling her back as guards took over the almost-brawl she'd started.    her fists were gripped so tight her knuckles turned white ...  she twisted angrily, turning in fury to see who dared intervene.

                 aemond.

❝ i swear to the drowned god   —   release me, ❞ she hissed furiously, her face contorted in single-minded anger as she whipped around to try and fix her glare on one of the men, any would do; she didn't care who spoke. she didn't care who they were, in fact. she just wanted to feel bones break under her hands or boots.     ❝ 'break me in', will you?   you maggot-bellied cunt! ❞  —   regnarra yelled furiously, trying to pull away from aemond as he (rather wisely) pulled her further back until her vision was obscured —  ( it was harder for her to focus on her blinding anger when she couldn't see the cause of it  ) —   ❝ he couldn't break my neck if his steaming pile of shite life depended on it!❞

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘? ... ( @bruiisedpetals & @vhgr )

[bruiisedpetals-a]

viserys i: YoU FUCKED MY WIFE!? regnarra: i also married your son. and WHAT

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 / 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ; 𝐖𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐘𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

verse: an unmerciful design. [ WULFFRYD GOODBROTHER'S THOUGHTS ON REGNARRA'S ARRANGED MARRIAGE & DEPARTURE. ] (wulffryd is a secondary character / observer to this verse as a close relative & connection to my primary muse of this verse: regnarra drumm)

when LADY REGNARRA DRUMM left old wyk and the iron islands to wed PRINCE AEMOND TARGARYEN ( @vhgr ) it was undeniable by those close to wulffryd that he fell into somewhat of a sour depression. of their wider family (they are first cousins), they have always been the closest with wulffryd serving in many ways and times as a brother and father figure, and mentor. and regardless of his own voyages away from old wyk he always knew that she was back at their home; the iron islands. — but it's not only her physical absence... as a religious man himself (and one of regnarra's greatest supporters regarding her connection to the drowned god), not having her there to bless the bloody wanderer before they set sail, and when they return — a ritual of many years — nor help guide him with questions and understanding beyond his own mind ... that has been something greatly jarring to his person, and to his crew. they are all as fiercely devoted to their religion, and the iron way, and have revered and respected the lady bone-hand since her first test of faith. overall, he didn't truly realise that regnarra is such a fixed and integral person in his life that her absence is somewhat akin to losing a part of himself. he feels somewhat lost.

he wasn't overly pleased to hear of the arrangement, and his general aversion to flames and fire (not a fear; he considers it second to the storm god... a product of lightning and destruction. whilst that is different than dragonfire, it still elicits a distaste.) in his dreams of late he is somewhat haunted by an image of regnarra being burned alive, or fed to a dragon for some perceived crime ... ranging from condemning her devotion to the drowned god, to the possibility of her being unable to produce an heir. none of which are logical, but his fears aren't logical when connected to someone he loves. when he learned of it wulffryd did try to intervene, but regnarra told him she had consulted with the drowned god and it was her path to go to the 'dragons den' as she called it, he settled himself. begrudgingly. wulffryd was there to send her off, and the bloody wanderer sailed most of the way with her before peeling off to leave — his crew, all whom are fierce supporters and believers in his cousin also, chanted "what is dead may never die!" until regnarra's vessel faded out of sight.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

@vhgr

nicole homer, “underbelly”

[vullcanica]

@vhgr : " that was a foolish decision. " from aemond to silas 👁️

He was familiar with sweat and strain, both within the clean, pretty training grounds and outside of them. Son to that cruel hammer - hard work - that every baseborn boy knew since his lily white youth, he'd grown wearily fond of it long ago and now welcomed every ache of muscle and creak of bone it left him with. He'd arrived to court well-worn and beaten into shape already, a comfortable lightweight iron, only to be told he should aspire to steel and put in the children's group to learn swordsmanship left-handed. Up north just before the neck they called these sorts of fruitless, difficult toils 'polishing rocks'. Labour without result, scrubbing without shine. In true riverborn fashion, Silas hates nothing more.

Aemond sparring with him is just plain insult to injury. That is to say, he's proficient in both.

Rather heinous to lose to an impudent prince to begin with, as Silas' pride would have it, much less to one whose hair is still frustratingly immaculate in its neat little tail, while Silas can already feel feel thick curls sticking to the back of his sweaty head and temples. The sun's long since set. He's starting to tire... Moving fast enough to keep up with the swift little sly-footed thing is a labour. He's agile and durable and not particularly fair with favouring Silas' weak side, so the redhead has to think fast, adjust faster and move efficiently to make up for limited agility. He twists wrong - uncomfortably, unnaturally to his left and nearly loses his center parrying a heavy blow. Feet unsteady, right hand aflail. He knows he looks a lumbering mess by comparison. But laughs anyway when Aemond spritely dances away from him as he oft does - quip on his tongue.

"Do you know any other words?" he rights himself, another peel of laughter tumbling out of him. Ire briefly manifesting in a curling open-mouthed smile which he pants through; insolently challenging the reigning victor.. The grip on his sword tightens. "Or ought I teach you how to insult. Maybe how to instruct too? You haven't said much of use to me so far." In Aemond's defense, Criston hasn't either. Not many morsels of advice one can give to a hopeless case, he supposes.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 ;   𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

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𝟓𝟖%  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋  [ 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ; 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ... the unusual mind; strong-minded and strong-willed, the ultimate dinner-party guest, engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.  a sage is the wise soul that imparts information acquired only with time and experience 𝟐𝟏%   𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐑  [ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 / 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ] ; 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ...  the informed explorer; cultural diversity is their driving force. drawn to the unknown, whether that’s a himalayan peak or the road not taken, and have a thirst for adventure. they take journeys, not vacations. as an individualist, they are always ready to take issue with anything too constraining or boring, and as a wanderer they comfortably go from one place to the next, adapting with ease to each new situation. 𝟐𝟏%   𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄  [ 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 ] ; 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 ...  the team player athlete; few share their level of motor skills, their focus and drive are unparalleled.  staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them and, as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either. the outdoorsman is physically fit, environmentally conscious and adventurous.

tagged indirectly by. @dcviline   tagging. @madesouls ( dorren, dacey, lyonella ) , @vhgr ( aemond, alicent , myrsini ) @notsodeadmikaelson ( aemelia , avila , sofia , cerelle ) ,    @cosmicacy ( margaery ) @witchered , @viscountbard , @sunsdragon​ ,    @wcrriorhearts ( elaena , aemma )               + anyone else who wants to do it 🙏🏾

[bruiisedpetals-a]

if / when aemond   ( @vhgr )   and regnarra manage sort their shit out; learn to communicate and maybe even align their goals as one and work together... they will be a WEAPON of a duo. yall don’t understand.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

( alicent ; @vhgr )

“… the consciousness of a deeper relation between them which must always remain in consecrated secrecy.”

— George Eliot, from Middlemarch

[bruiisedpetals-a]

1. someone they fear — for Vida & Wulffryd!

𝐀 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 … [ .. ]

vida's fear is non-specific to a person (regardless of dance or game era) — her fear is familiar faces in the westerlands, specifically around the village she was raised in by the oakleaf family. the oakleaf family are the main people that she does not want to see again, because they would certainly know her and they would certainly chase her for the damage, the fire, and the death she caused. vida's freedom is contingent on her faked death; orchestrated several years ago to cover up a murder she committed in self-defence and escape her indentured servitude. and while it has been years, and logically she knows that she was so nondescript and invisible that likely no one even knew her name by that point of her life, the idea that someone could recognise her and the crimes will catch up to her is the greatest fear. vida fought so hard for her freedom, she'd rather die than have it stripped away again.

if he looked deeply into his core, his greatest fear again isnt a person but a concept, it would likely be the death of his loved ones whilst he was unable to help. this applies particularly to regnarra drumm (and is at the forefront of his emotions in her verse 'an unmerciful design' w. @vhgr's aemond and alicent; where regnarra is married to aemond. — he has definitely wrestled with the image of her being destroyed by fire [which would be the ultimate heartbreaking and bone-deep disrespect in death] and himself too far away and too powerless to stop it). —-— it would also be appropriate to say, within that verse, he has a fear of aemond (@vhgr) as a person — linked directly to fearing what the prince is capable of potentially doing to his cousin regnarra. this may also extend, by proxy, to the rest of house targaryen, (and potentially alicent in the future?).

generally speaking, however, wulffryd doesn't actively have any person that he allows to scare him, various people's actions may elicit a sense of fear — but the human is just a human to him. his life is very black and white in that regard, but he does recognise another in terms of their threat level, so he isn't ignorant enough to say that he wouldn't be afraid if brought before a threat as intense as a dragon and it's rider... but he's also not foolish enough to be afraid of a person consistently simply because they have something as powerful as a dragon, or an army, or even an ability. fear is contextual, and situational, not an existence he keeps.