Gothic Prince

Indie roleplay blog for Damien Bloodmarch from Dream Daddy. Please read rules and about before interacting.

[dreamdaddyconfessional]

Trying to find like minded people can definitely feel like yelling into a void at times

If you’re a Dream Daddy rp blog reblog this post with tags on who you rp and what you like to rp maybe? 

[transbatdad-blog]

Family Road Trip

[lightoflucien-blog]

transbatdad:

“The sooner we leave, the better. We don’t want to arrive in the middle of the night, do we?” Damien handed his son a travel mug full of steaming hot coffee. It was half-caf, but Lucien did not need to know that. “Here. Since you so graciously agreed to wake up early, I thought you deserved it.”

He had been afraid Lucien would want to be left at home for the week. While Damien trusted his son, he had also never been apart from him for that long before, and would worry far too much to be able to enjoy himself.

“Don’t see why we can’t…” He mumbled taking the coffee and sipping at it. “Thanks.” That was also mumbled and though it sounded insincere he did mean it sincerely. It tasted a little different then what he usually drank but he didn’t think on that. It was probably a new brand. “Let’s just go already.”

He tossed his backpack on the floor of the passenger seat then climbed into the car. He knew pouting and being angry wouldn’t do him any good but damn did it make him feel better.

[transbatdad-blog]

Damien slid into the driver’s seat, smiling over at his son. “Now, now, we’re going to have a great time!” He reached for a cord sticking out of his stereo and handed it to Lucien. “I even purchased one of those auxiliary cords, so you could choose the music for the trip.” He knew Lucien didn’t like long trips, or getting up early, but he wanted him to have some fun. Besides, this would be a fantastic bonding opportunity for them. They had been drifting apart for quite some time now, and Damien wanted that connection back.

[transbatdad-blog]

Impromptu Sleepover

[the-teacher-dad]

Damien.

“Oh, Hugo, don’t be absurd.” Damien reached out to grip his arm, noting how cold it was. “You’re more than welcome to stay in my guest room. I’ll even lend you some pajamas. Please, make yourself at home.”

He didn’t get a lot of opportunity to use his guest room, so it was a nice treat to have the opportunity to entertain for once, even if it was unexpected.

Hugo’s eyebrows rose in surprise at Damien’s words. The mand even had a specific guest room!? The teacher had to quietly admit, that he was decently impressed. But then again: Considering the rest of this house’s interior, the existence of a guest room shouldn’t really come as much as a surprise. But it did serve to make Hugo feel even more misplaced in this sophisticated household with his thrift shop blazer and ink stains on his shirt cuffs and his 2am beard shadow. Everything about Damien was so pristine and elegant. Even his entire house!

“I- ah! I really don’t need much. Maybe a shirt and a blanket and I’m good. Please don’t trouble yourself on my account!”

[transbatdad-blog]

“Nonsense, nonsense. You are my friend, and I’m more than happy to accommodate.” Damien smiled warmly and squeezed his hand. He was actually rather excited. It was almost like a slumber party. He hadn’t had the chance to have many of those as a child, and now that he was an adult perhaps he could make up for that.

“Why don’t I show you the room? Then perhaps we can find you some sleeping garments.”

[babiestdaddy]

transbatdad:

“Not at all! It’s my pleasure!” Damien disappeared into the other room for a mysteriously long amount of time. When he reappeared, it was with a tray of tea and cookies.

“I thought you might enjoy some light refreshment,” he explained, pouring a cup for his new friend. “Oh…pardon me, I don’t believe we formally introduced ourselves, did we? My name is Damien Bloodmarch.”

He nodded and watched the other man as he left the room. The house seemed so spacious, so grand, that he wasn’t sure what to expect or where Damien had even disappeared to – until he returned, that is.

“Oh, um, thank you,” he said, “what kind of tea is this?” 

He dipped his head in a nod as thanks; it was second nature to him. 

“Uh - my name is Jin Kim,” he replied, “it’s good to meet you…” he stalled. Should he call him by his first name? He was wearing his shirt… But would that be rude? The man was definitely older, more gentlemanly, and better put together than him. The least he could do was toss a formality in there.

Decisions, decisions…

“Mr. Bloodmarch.”

[transbatdad-blog]

“Oh, please, do call me Damien,” he responded with a smile. “Hardly anyone calls me that.” He poured himself a cup and took a light sip, careful of how hot it was. “This is a darjeeling oolong blend. It’s one of my favorites. I grow the leaves here in my own garden, and keep a sizeable stock on hand at all times. You never know when you need to entertain.”

[transbatdad-blog]

OOC

{Sorry I’ve been kind of awol the last couple days. Been buried in stress and getting some last minute things done before school starts. I have all my replies drafted and I will try to reply to them tomorrow!}

[therandomninjakitty]

Even goth dad makes puns

[transbatdad-blog]

OOC

{I’m doing a playthrough of Dream Daddy to get all the bad endings, including Amanda’s

Can’t wait to piss everyone off}

[babiestdaddy]

transbatdad:

Damien beamed. “My pleasure. You looked rather uncomfortable.” He moved to take the wet shirt from the other man. “Here…why don’t I put this in the dryer? If you’re alright with me handling it, that is.”

He nodded and handed the shirt over to Damien. He was already there, why not take advantage of the offer to get his own shirt dry? Then he could give Damien his back, and leave without needing to return the Led Zeppelin t-shirt to the opulent and mysterious stranger.

“If you don’t mind…”

[transbatdad-blog]

“Not at all! It’s my pleasure!” Damien disappeared into the other room for a mysteriously long amount of time. When he reappeared, it was with a tray of tea and cookies.

“I thought you might enjoy some light refreshment,” he explained, pouring a cup for his new friend. “Oh...pardon me, I don’t believe we formally introduced ourselves, did we? My name is Damien Bloodmarch.”

[transbatdad-blog]

Family Road Trip

@lightoflucien

Damien pushed on the trunk of the car, leaning on it heavily until he heard the ‘click’ that told him it was secured. All of his and Lucien’s luggage for the next week was in there, and between them they had enough outfits, makeup, and hair care products to last them for months if the need should arise.

“Lucien!” Damien glanced toward the open front door, where his son had disappeared just moments before. “Everything is packed away! We’re leaving!” It was still early, and he knew Lucien wasn’t exactly thrilled to be up so he could be in the car for days on end, but Damien was anxious to get on the road.

[lightoflucien-blog]

Lucien was not looking forward to this road trip. He’d been looking forward to spending Spring Break with his friends but then his dad brought up this stupid road trip idea. He tried to turn it down at first but… It was important to his dad and he seemed so excited for this.

Lucien groaned to himself as he dragged his feet slowly making his way out of the house. “Alright, alright. I’m coming.” He groaned in annoyance. He pulled his hoodie up to cover his face and glanced back to the house once more before to his dad. “Do we have to leave so early?”

[transbatdad-blog]

“The sooner we leave, the better. We don’t want to arrive in the middle of the night, do we?” Damien handed his son a travel mug full of steaming hot coffee. It was half-caf, but Lucien did not need to know that. “Here. Since you so graciously agreed to wake up early, I thought you deserved it.”

He had been afraid Lucien would want to be left at home for the week. While Damien trusted his son, he had also never been apart from him for that long before, and would worry far too much to be able to enjoy himself.

[transbatdad-blog]

Midnight Adventures

[knife-guys-finish-first-deactiv]

transbatdad :

Damien lowered himself to the ground next to Robert, smiling at the bottle. It wasn’t Victorian in the slightest, but still, it seemed like a good brand. “Well, thank you for being so thoughtful.”

He pulled the cork out and took the first sip. It was kind of fruity, but the alcohol left an unpleasant burning sensation down his throat. He grimaced a bit but took another sip before handing it back to Robert. It certainly wasn’t bad, but it was clearly designed for getting drunk more than flavor.

Robert saw his friends grimace and couldn’t help but smile. Ah well, this wine wasn’t for everyone. Mary seemed to like it. He took the offered bottle and sipped at the contents. His gaze wandered to the sky. They could see quite a few stars from the graveyard here. It was kind of nice.

“Sorry I dragged you out for a bust,” he commented finally, “But we should do this again sometime…” The night wasn’t a complete waste. He did manage to get out of the house to more than just the bar and he had enjoyed himself.

[transbatdad-blog]

Damien shrugged, reaching for the bottle once again. “I quite enjoyed myself. Even if we didn’t find anything.” He nudged Robert in the side with a grin. “Didn’t I already say we could come back tomorrow night?” If he hadn’t come, he would just be laying in bed not sleeping, and frankly this was more excitement than he usually got to experience in a given day.

He put the bottle to his lips and drank deeply, coughing a bit at the strong taste. “Mmm...I must admit, I now understand why Mary never invites me to drink with the two of you. I’m afraid I would be left in the dust.”

[transbatdad-blog]

Family Road Trip

@lightoflucien

Damien pushed on the trunk of the car, leaning on it heavily until he heard the ‘click’ that told him it was secured. All of his and Lucien’s luggage for the next week was in there, and between them they had enough outfits, makeup, and hair care products to last them for months if the need should arise.

“Lucien!” Damien glanced toward the open front door, where his son had disappeared just moments before. “Everything is packed away! We’re leaving!” It was still early, and he knew Lucien wasn’t exactly thrilled to be up so he could be in the car for days on end, but Damien was anxious to get on the road.

[transbatdad-blog]

@christiansen-twins

Damien was enjoying a nice quiet stroll through the graveyard, when the sight of the Christiansen twins near a mausoleum startled him.

“Oh! Hello there, young ones. Where are your parents?”

[christiansen-twins]

The twins just stared creepily at Damien for a few seconds before retreating behind the mausoleum in sync.

Muffled speaking can be heard as they bicker over what to do about their companion in the campanion in the graveyard.

[transbatdad-blog]

“Er…” Damien was a bit concerned. Why were they alone in the graveyard? Was Mary visiting a grave and brought them along? If that was the case, where was she?

He stepped behind the mausoleum with a stern look. “Now children, your parents must be worried sick. Come along and I’ll help you find them.”

[christiansen-twins]

The pair nodded once together, each grabbing one of Damiens hands. They steered him away from where they had been playing. They kept giving each other looks as they walked, seeming to be silently continuing their bickering.

[transbatdad-blog]

Damien did not have a good feeling about this, but he allowed them to steer him through the graveyard, keeping an eye out for one or more of their parents around.

“You shouldn’t be playing in a graveyard,” he said. “It’s unsafe.”

[babiestdaddy]

transbatdad:

Damien was gone only a moment before he returned, holding a Led Zeppelin t-shirt in one hand. “My son bought me this shirt for Christmas. It looks to be your size. Try it on, see if it will do.”

The shirt looked a bit big to Jin, but that was better than too small. With goosebumps and shivers starting to crawl across his skin, he peeled the wet fabric from his skin. He shuddered. How gross. He turned around, cheeks red, changing into the dry, warm shirt Damien had handed over.

It hung off of his frame as most other’s clothing did – being five feet tall wasn’t always easy.

“… Much better, thank you,” he said, turning around, wet shirt in hand.

[transbatdad-blog]

Damien beamed. “My pleasure. You looked rather uncomfortable.” He moved to take the wet shirt from the other man. “Here...why don’t I put this in the dryer? If you’re alright with me handling it, that is.”

[fiitnessdad]

A Week With You

[transbatdad-blog]

fiitnessdad:

He nodded. “Yeah that sounds great! Just tell me when you wanna go.”

“Mmm…we should probably wait until our food has settled.” He perked up. “Perhaps we could go on a hike first!”

[fiitnessdad]

He nodded. “Alright, grab your swimsuit, I don’t mind you changing in front of me when we get there.” He said sweetly.

[transbatdad-blog]

Damien’s cheeks flushed a bright red, but he chose not to comment as he went into their tent and grabbed his swimsuit from his bag. Once he had it in hand, he rejoined Craig and they began to walk, meandering off the path they took yesterday and taking the scenic route instead.

[transbatdad-blog]

Midnight Adventures

[knife-guys-finish-first-deactiv]

transbatdad :

Damien glanced at the brown paper bag, but said nothing. He had suspected Robert might want to do a bit more drinking after the direction the night was going, and wasn’t particularly surprised to see it.

He drove out of the parking lot and toward the graveyard, parking near the entrance. The only light outside was the illumination of the moon, but Damien felt a sense of peace as he got out of the car and breathed in the night air. There was something about a graveyard in the dead of night that felt so calming.

Robert stepped out of the car with the bottle of wine. “Come on,” he headed into the graveyard. He was half-hoping something would happen while they were there but now his hopes were just dashed.

He found a nice spot near one of the large statues that looked like a woman weeping and a poem on a plaque at her feet. He sat down on the ground and sighed. “I thought you might like this,” he pulled the wine out to reveal it was a vintage variety, “I know you have Victorian tastes.” It wasn’t Victorian of course, but it certainly was aged.

[transbatdad-blog]

Damien lowered himself to the ground next to Robert, smiling at the bottle. It wasn’t Victorian in the slightest, but still, it seemed like a good brand. “Well, thank you for being so thoughtful.”

He pulled the cork out and took the first sip. It was kind of fruity, but the alcohol left an unpleasant burning sensation down his throat. He grimaced a bit but took another sip before handing it back to Robert. It certainly wasn’t bad, but it was clearly designed for getting drunk more than flavor.

[fiitnessdad]

A Week With You

[transbatdad-blog]

fiitnessdad:

He nodded. “Yeah that sounds great! Just tell me when you wanna go.”

“Mmm...we should probably wait until our food has settled.” He perked up. “Perhaps we could go on a hike first!”

[transbatdad-blog]

@christiansen-twins

Damien was enjoying a nice quiet stroll through the graveyard, when the sight of the Christiansen twins near a mausoleum startled him.

“Oh! Hello there, young ones. Where are your parents?”

[christiansen-twins]

The twins just stared creepily at Damien for a few seconds before retreating behind the mausoleum in sync.

Muffled speaking can be heard as they bicker over what to do about their companion in the campanion in the graveyard.

[transbatdad-blog]

“Er...” Damien was a bit concerned. Why were they alone in the graveyard? Was Mary visiting a grave and brought them along? If that was the case, where was she?

He stepped behind the mausoleum with a stern look. “Now children, your parents must be worried sick. Come along and I’ll help you find them.”