BIG FUCKING DRAGON!

A DRAGON IS NOT A SLAVE.

[bawdybadger]

ULF WHITE WAS INSIDE TUMBLETON, SLEEPING OFF A NIGHT OF DRINKING AT AN INN CALLED THE BAWDY BADGER THAT HE HAD TAKEN FOR HIS OWN.

an indie portrayal of ulf the white, rider of silverwing, from grrm's a song of ice and fire, drawing upon fire and blood and hbo's house of the dragon as well as headcanon. low - activity, mutuals - only. also found @sinfyre. triggers and spoilers abound. please check carrd for information prior to ic interaction. non - roleplay blogs do not interact!

THOUGH ATTEMPTS WERE MADE TO WAKE HIM FROM HIS DRUNKEN SLUMBER, HE PROVED IMPOSSIBLE TO ROUSE. INFAMOUSLY, HE ROLLED UNDER A TABLE AND SNORED THROUGH THE ENTIRE BATTLE. 

a study in dragon's blood, king's blood, the price of loyalty, the boot that tramples over common people, and the chance to wear that boot.

CARRD. SIDEBLOG. HC TAG. PINTEREST. PLAYLIST. HUGH HAMMER. header credit.

[bawdybadger]

ulf white is like my little squeaky toy i’m chewing on him but i’m also keeping him very close to me you get it

[cuppydogshane]

me and the mutuals are giving some minor characters rich inner worlds later if you wanna pull up. yeah its gonna be all day.

[buckykingofmemes]

i’d follow him to hell and back but i wish he’d just stop going there

[bawdybadger]

ulf + tolerate it, apparently

[targaryensource]

SILVERWING House of the Dragon 2.07 | "The Red Sowing"

[fairyinthetrees]

going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM CRITICAL ROLE: THE MIGHTY NEIN *  assorted dialogue from the campaign, adjust as necessary

yeah. the world does need an asshole.

you're not my type.

i don't normally speak with the dead on a first date, but we'll think about it.

are you secretly in love with me?

it's a chair. it's a standard chair.

i'm really really nice, but i don't always make the best decisions.

sleep well with your bad decisions.

that sounds like someone whose ass i would like to kick.

it's entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are. i genuinely do not know how to react. take that as a compliment.

is that a natural thing for you guys to just attack each other in moments of stress?

fucking seaweed wraps are the shit!

well, my social anxiety is getting the best of me. i'm taking a walk. goodbye.

i've never traveled with a bunch of people i thought would die in front of me.

tell you what. i start sweating real hard, i'll let you know, okay?

please. please help me.

the rule is that evil dies.

you need me more than i need you.

eventually, someday somebody will pray for a miracle, pray for something to save them to whatever gods are nearby, and that prayer will be answered because you'll show up.

you were not born with venom in your veins.

i'm asking you to open your heart to chaos.

nothing happens for a reason. it's absolute fucking chaos.

we have to keep them from being... dead.

have you ever had a blueberry cupcake?

i smell like a crayon.

can i get a hug?

i could be her beacon.

i think we have a job to finish.

i pick and choose my apologies.

it's better to have someone's word broken than to have no word at all.

i would rather you put your faith in me for something more important than my curiosity.

oh shit, are we a cult?

i heard you.

man, you make vulnerability look so easy.

there's a dick hidden somewhere in there.

you pick and choose your fights. me? best not to give in to a man i can crush with one hand.

it's still you though, right?

you don't get to talk anymore.

it's a regular fucking turtle.

i'm trying to be nice. this is as painful for me as it is for you. just give me five seconds.

you are blue.

i mean, i don't want to impose, but i'm bleeding profusely.

i did my best every town i went to and every town i left, no matter how they treated me, and a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect. i left every town better than i found it.

i'm always ready to make a damn fool of myself.

[bawdybadger]

me writing the stinkiest most uncouth mentally unwell traitorous bastard in the whole wide world: ships?

[bawdybadger]

i did him so dirty here i feel mean. he’s also very funny

[bawdybadger]

why does he look like he’s about to surprise drop folklore

[bawdybadger]

me writing the stinkiest most uncouth mentally unwell traitorous bastard in the whole wide world: ships?

[starryeyesxx]

[bawdybadger]

i like to assign my muses little collections of emojis i think suit them + i’m thinking ulf gets 🦡🍻🤍 what are ur favourites for ur muses?

[bawdybadger]

AND ANOTHER THING. ulf only has work insurance for his dragon?! he can’t even take her out for a joyride anymore??? when we see specifically how much fun he has riding silverwing from the very first moment??? 😭

[moonwyvern]

Flight to the North (Silverwing and Vermithor)

[bawdybadger]

been thinking about ulf + his (perceived) place in the world like. he doesn’t know what he’s getting into. to him, and everyone around him, having a dragon is the ultimate status symbol. it’ll make him powerful; more than that, it’ll make him royalty. except it doesn’t. claiming a dragon isn’t an in to the targaryen family, even though they’ve insisted for hundreds of years that it is a power exclusive to targaryens. he gets to sit on the side of a cliff for three days waiting to fight for his life; he’s not allowed to choose to leave, or even to think; he doesn’t even get the reward of a castle, or of anything of value to a man like him.

ulf has signed up to be a solider in the queen’s war. rather than a member of the royal family, he’s now their property. he appeals to rhaenyra for favours – not for himself, for the people he cares about – and is put under house arrest instead. he attempts to greet daemon with a hug and is met with a literal slap in the face. do rhaenyra and daemon have justification, on their end, for treating him this way? sure. does ulf understand this? not at all. he doesn’t know how to operate within their world, no matter how much he wants to be a part of it. he might be a “dragonlord”, he might wear fine clothes now and try to mimic the way nobles talk, but they see through it and treat him like a peasant and bastard – because to them, that’s what he is. he just doesn’t fit in. and when he returns to his favourite tavern, yes, he’s greeted as a dragonlord as “more god than man”, but they still treat him like their old friend ulf – because to them, that’s what he is – except now he’s expected to pay for everyone’s drinks and solicit favours for them.

getting a dragon didn’t improve his life; his life has changed, yes, but he hasn’t magically changed with it, and now he doesn’t fit in anywhere. wherever you go, there you are, or whatever. you tell yourself this story – that you’re a prince in disguise – and the story turns out to be true, but the rest of your life is true as well, and no-one will let you forget it. wherever you go, in the whole wide world or down in history, you’ll never be the rogue prince — you’ll be ulf the sot, a bastard who got too big for his boots.

[bawdybadger]

love when a mutual starts to care deeply about a minor character bc i start to care deeply about that minor character by proxy and any slight against them is like a slight against my family