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MICHIEL HUISMAN — Game of Thrones, 4.03

#i. images

CHARACTER INTERVIEW.

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𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂.

name: daario naharis. nickname: n/a. age: thirty-seven. species: human.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.

morality: neutral evil. religion: he privately worships the many-faced god, but he will publicly acknowledge the gods prevalent in essos. sins: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice known languages: common, low valyrian, dothraki. secrets: none, really. his loyalty is open, his intentions are open. perhaps his relationship with daenerys is more under lock-and-key, but it’s not necessarily a secret.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻.

build: scrawny / bony / slender/ fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average. height: 6′0 ¾ ″ scars / birthmarks: no scars, despite his many years in service of a blade. it’s a testament to how skilled of a fighter he is. he has a few birthmarks - mostly a slight mole beneath his left eye, noticeable in certain light, and various beauty marks across his body. abilities / powers: he is an incredibly talented fighter, with various weapons and fighting styles under his belt. while he has his preferences, daario is very capable, and has been boasted to be one of the best in the realm. restrictions: sadly, he is only human.

𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂.

food: food is food. he grew up very poor, so he won’t pass up a warm meal, no matter what it is. he has no favorites. drink: alcohol, tbh. pizza topping: pizza doesn’t exist in this verse, but if it did i think he’d be a meat-lovers kind of guy. colour: he doesn’t really care, tbh. but red, purple ... they’re nice. bold colors. he’s tyroshi, they love their bold dyes. music genre: again, there’s really no genres and such in this verse, but if it were a modern verse he’d be a metalhead. book genre: if there were genres, he’d be into horror. movie genre: if there were films, he’d be into horror. season: he never gets to see it because essos is just hot, but he’d really be fond of autumn. curse word: fuck, cunt. the usual. scent(s): fresh rain (lol when does that happen), soft floral scents, sea spray, leather.

𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵.

bottom or top: top, mostly. he’ll switch for the right partner. do not try to tie his wrists or keep them pinned permanently. it’s an instant turn off for him. sings in the shower: he’ll hum when he’s bathing, sure. likes puns: absolutely.

#ii. study

idontusethisblogthanks-deactiva

You‘re annoying

I’m hot as fuck so it doesn’t even matter

#ii. study #ACTUALLY.

which greek god would favor you?

dionysus.

YESSSS i love this guy and i also probably love you. you've got enough stories for ten lifetimes, and you're happy to spend an entire night telling them as long as you're in the presence of good company (and perhaps a drink or two). you can be a lot, but you're a good soul; you've seen the good and bad of the world, and accept both as they come with compassion and ease. remember that sometimes, there's simply no shying away from a hard decision. learning when to be indifferent and when to take things seriously will be a critical skill for you to master.

#ii. study #vi. dash games #the god of orgies favors daario.#what a fucking surprise.

let me assign you an ancient line of poetry.

hom. ii. 22.262 there are no pacts between lions and men

ὡς οὐκ ἔστι λέουσι καὶ ἀνδράσιν ὅρκια πιστά you are someone with raw emotions, not afraid of going to the very end for vengeance, love, fame - anything as long as it's intense. people fear you, and rightfully so, because you'll eat their hearts raw if there's nothing else for lunch.

#ii. study #vi. dash games #accurate.

crimescened

A PLAN GONE AWRY

the goal: cut lips, bitten tongue, bloody smile, tearing into each other every night, bruises blooming late into morning - how it happened: gentle murmurs in the dark, painless laughter, your touch like absolution.

#ii. study #x dyn; daenerys « she is something in me that i despise / i won't let this build up inside of me »

what is your underlying motif?

the lightning rod.

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

#ii. study #vi. dash games

he’s in love with her, and they’re in love, your honor.

#i. images #x dyn; daenerys « she is something in me that i despise / i won't let this build up inside of me »#mine.

dragonsflesh:

**taps mic** excuse me da.ario and da.ny were v much in love thank you

#ii. study #it's canon.#my queen said it.

ghostmemesource

SEX IN BED RP MEME

Add + reverse for the roles to be reversed!

Send ❝ COWGIRL ❞ for my muse to ride yours.

Send ❝ LOTUS ❞ for our muses in the lotus position.

Send ❝ CUDDLES ❞ for our muses to cuddle after sex.

Send ❝ PHONE CALL ❞ for our muses to have phone sex.

Send ❝ DREAMS ❞ for one muse to have sex after a wet dream.

Send ❝ BLINDFOLD ❞ for your muse to blindfold mine during sex.

Send ❝ WAKE UP ❞ for your muse to wake up my muse by going down on them.

Send ❝ WET SHEETS ❞ for our muses to have sex after getting out of the bath/shower.

Send ❝ WHIPPED CREAM ❞ for your muse to whipped cream off of my muse’s bodies.

Send ❝ UNDER THE SHEETS ❞ for your muse to finger my muse/give them a handjob under the covers.

#iii. memes #tw spicy #n e way. saturn has me talking about nasty shit.#so here we are.

ooc: i guess i’ll make a carrd.

#tbd.

azmenka:

@oftyrosh / ❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜ game of thrones prompts pt 1 / accepting.

“ I’VE DECIDED I DON’T LIKE LANNISTERS. ” brooding almost was the tone of his voice ; ocean blue eyes followed Tyrion Lannister’s waddle down the long set of steps and out of the throne room of the grand pyramid and still remained on the door once it had fallen shut behind the imp. he could practically hear the Queen’s Hand giggle in the back of his mind. glee, no doubt, about believing he had tricked a sellsword and an Ironborn by posing a bit of a brain-churner. with his mind already wandering towards a blissful haze from too much wine, Maron certainly did not feel like wrecking his brain over riddles tonight. yet it appeared to be the imp’s favourite pastime . . .

you measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I’m quick when I’m thin and slow when I’m fat. the wind is my enemy. Maron liked to convince himself that he could easily solve this if only he were entirely sober and willing to pay attention. he emptied his goblet, hands then propped on his thighs to heave himself back up from the stairs they had been comfortably seated on as well. more wine sounded good. “ I don’t know about you, but I for once would like the company of people whose ideas of fun do not include tricks and books. ” which, usually, meant a tavern. Meereen may have suffered under the sudden appearance of the Dragonqueen and her notions of freedom for everybody, but there still were places in the city where tankards of black ale and cups of sweet summer wine waited for thirsty throats.

IT TOOK A GOOD few moments of thought, but it seemed that the second the imp disappeared down the corridor the answer popped into his mind. the slowness of it, for the ale ... it was a good thing daario had no plans for combat this evening. his words were quiet, the softest of whispers in the cavernous room he and maron greyjoy occupied as if it were theirs to lounge about in. “ a flame. ” and he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, clearly unimpressed with the imp’s wiles and how long it had taken for him to come up with the conclusion. the slowness of it ... for the ale.

it was the first night in a long while that he wasn’t busy with something ---not hunting heads within meereen for his queen, not ensuring something’s safe passage, not causing some sort of havoc under explicit order ( perhaps he wasn’t told to be so much of a hellion but so long as the job was completed, what did it matter the method? ), and he was more than pleased to ply his mind with the ale. when maron stood, when daario let his eyes watch the loped form rise, he was certain the room swam in slight with his compatriot for the evening, but the wolfish grin that stole his lips suggested he enjoyed that sensation, more than anything else.

and he wasn’t steady onto his feet either, but the room did shift sideways as he rose and daario chuckled softly for the challenge of remaining sure-footed on the cascade of steps. wouldn’t it be funny? if he tumbled and cracked his head at the bottom and that was the end of daario naharis? for some reason it made him laugh aloud, a roll into agreement for the notion of seeking more libations. “ lead the way. unless you don’t have a specific place in mind, in which case i will do the honors. but it might not be so straightforward, all things considering. ”

#iv. interactions #v. ii. my blade & my life are yours #azmenka #azmenka 1 #drunk bros? drunk bros.

weaponxtm:

⌖ 𝄪 → ‘ :// @oftyrosh

❛ to align with you on this means my cut changes from myself to you … and the not-so seven sons. i’m sure you’re able to do math, daario. ❜

“ YOU’RE RIGHT, WORKING WITH me would mean cutting the contract. and there are two thousand second sons to split it among. however, if you go on your own you risk losing the contract entirely ---we’re wildly effective, you see. there’s really little chance you’d complete it before any of my men. especially if i’m the sellsword running it. so the choice remains yours, but there’s a clear correct answer. ”

#iv. interactions #v. i. a sellsword is only loyal to his coin #weaponxtm #weaponxtm 1

sakuranosuke:

‘ If this is truly the best wine you have to offer, I’m afraid this discussion will be rather bland. I suppose this will have to do! Next time, let me pick for both our sake ‘

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 // @oftyrosh

“ I DON’T DRINK wine. ” rarely. barely. under the right circumstances, but never procured or chosen on his own accord. always offered by someone else, always given as a gift or payment. he had no mind for such things ---liquor was liquor and they all met the same end, in his belly. “ if you wanted something better, you should have chosen regardless. i pointed at a cask, and that’s the wine. ”

#iv. interactions #v. ii. my blade & my life are yours #sakuranosuke #sakuranosuke 1

ircnwrought:

☾ ჻ & @oftyrosh randomly gets astoria in exchange for a pun !!

__________ ♔ ONLY THE SILVER SNAKE CLASP OF HER CLOAK MARKS HER as other ( though not many here would recognize the crest of house greengrass. whether that is a curse or a blessing remains to be seen ) the war for the throne has divided many loyalties, hers included, && has uprooted many lives, cast many souls adrift until she landed on a shore of a far away land. MEEREEN, they called it. home to the dragon queen if rumor were to be believed. rumors && faith mean not to the greengrass girl. she’s seen too many lose heads for less fantastical notions. ❛ my accent is westerosi, yes. but it is from the westerlands, not the reach. ❜ voice is pleasant enough in response to the other, but she does not elaborate. even a continent away, those sworn to the lannisters, as all westerland lords are, have many enemies.

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THERE HAD ONLY BEEN a handful of times that daario sailed over the narrow sea to westeros ---work, mostly. contracts that took him onto opposing shores to quickly cut the throat of some unsuspecting, powdered lord before he returned for his prize. don’t make deals with trade princes if you have no intention of paying them back. there wasn’t enough gold in the world that could save a man from a crossed deal - they were regents of their market for a reason. the selfish tyroshi in daario understood that wholly. the selfish tyroshi in daario only cared for the coin and how wealthy it made him to get his hands a little dirty.

but when it came to accents, dialects, the lay of the land beyond the coasts that kissed the narrow sea ---daario paid little mind. his home was in essos where titles barely mattered so long as you were a free man, and there were no lawful gods to uphold the ideals and morals of ... just unlawful ones, like the one he worshipped quietly. “ between your clothes and your accent, they’ll circle like carrion for you. ” eyes shifted from the clasp of her cloak to her face, brows bouncing in a toyful manner that belayed the seriousness of his tone. whatever she was doing here, in meereen, mattered little to the wolves that eyed her like a new meal.

“ you’re either very brave for wandering so far from home, or very naïve. ” did she have guards? did she have anyone to keep an eye on her back, or over her shoulders? did she care?