#Daemon:[Verses]Main

[storiesofthenight]

@enduringmystery liked for a starter.

What had once been a home to him, now felt like a place he no longer recognised in a sense. Yes, the streets and such were the same, but he no longer felt welcome there. Perhaps it were the banners of the Faith of Seven that were hung all over the place, or perhaps it was the fact he felt as if Alicent and her spies were watching him at every single moment. It was getting on his nerves, having this feeling as if he had to watch every single moment and word.

So when he noticed Helaena tailing him for the first time since he’d arrived back in the Red Keep, he had ignored it. Now and then, he had seen her and had wondered if this was really just a coincidence or if his hunch was real and she was, in fact, following him around. It wasn’t until he’d settled down in the library and heard the faintest footsteps behind him, that he grinned to himself. Remaining silent for a little while longer, he took a deep breath, and after several minutes, he eventually spoke up. “So, care to share as to why you are following me, Helaena?”

[caraxesryder]

Continued from HERE

He stood still as a statue, deathly calm. So she liked to play games? He could play games.

Spinning as fast as a breath, he grabbed her middle tightly, pressing her to his chest so they were face to face.

"Of course you will it to be so." He said darkly, his eyes full of rage and tinged with something... more.

"We are both here in this mess because we want to be."

[nightmdic]

❛  it's nothing.  ❜ (for any verse you like! I can adapt to wherever with my woefully unfinished verse page haha)

"it certainly seems like something" The golden jackal daemon protest, her head granting the same curious tilt as it's human does - her emerald gaze flickering over the cut granted to his palm.

"It looks fairly deep. . .I could get this fixed up for you."

@doctorbrown || Two words

[dragnseed]

@amarvelousmencgerie asked:

❛ Finally found something worse than me, huh? ❜ (from daemon main verse maybe in the beginning when she's not happy at him.)

Nettles glared up at the older man as he stood watching her. She was in the tub, getting scrubbed down by the maids. She ended up biting one of them in anger when they wouldn't listen to her, but the continued washing off the dirt that had caked itself on her skin after months of not bathing.

"I see no reason why I have to be scrubbed down like I am a bloody babe." She said before snapping her teeth at one of the ladies who tried to wash between her legs, causing her to reel back to not get bitten by the once homeless girl. "Order them to leave me the fuck alone."

[aercnaut]

EVEN WITHOUT THE polar bear daemon lumbering into the dingy kitchen of the run down boarding house, the woman still would have caught his attention. beauty like that rarely goes unnoticed, especially by a man easily swayed by a pair of equally beautiful eyes.

" there's a slice 'a pie left, " lee nudges it in her direction before taking a drag of his cigarette. his hare daemon, hester, hops from the chair beside him to the table to make room for the lady & her sizable daemon, " owner says his missus made it fresh this mornin'. "

@rottine

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Secrets of the Red Keep

Pairing :Alpha Daemon Targaryen x Omega Targaryen Male reader Tags: Omega verse, Targcest, Masturbation, Part 2 of Home coming Word count :1314 part one

The Red Keep was a maze of secrets, a warren of tunnels and hidden passages known only to a select few. Daemon, of course, was one of them. He’d learned the routes as a boy, exploring the castle's underbelly with a reckless curiosity that earned him more than a few scolding from his father. Now, those hidden paths served a different purpose.

He moved through the darkness with a practiced grace, his boots making no sound on the stone floor. The air was damp and cool, carrying the scent of dust and forgotten ages. He knew these tunnels better than the main halls of the keep, better than the throne room.

His destination was simple: Y/N's chambers.

The need to see him again, to confirm that the sweet scent that had clung to his clothes was real and not some fevered dream, had become an itch beneath his skin.

He reached the hidden passage behind Y/N's rooms, He slipped inside, his senses on high alert.

And there he was. Y/N stood before a small, unframed mirror, his back to Daemon, clad in a simple spun cotton sleeping gown that hinted at the delicate lines of his form. He was slowly brushing his hair, the silver-gold strands catching the candlelight, transforming into shimmering rivulets. The movement subtly revealed the vulnerable curve of his nape, the gentle slope of his shoulders. A primal possessiveness tightened its grip on Daemon’s chest.

He leaned against the cool stone of the wall, his arms crossed loosely over his chest, a practiced stillness masking the turbulent emotions churning within. The scent of Y/N, stronger in the enclosed space, was almost intoxicating. A heady blend of sweet honey and the clean, sharp tang of rain after a long dry spell. It stirred something possessive within him, a dragon’s instinct to claim and protect.

Y/N set down the brush with a soft click, a delicate frown creasing his brow. He turned from the mirror and walked over to the desk, his bare feet silent on the stone floor. He picked up a small, silver object, turning it over in his slender fingers. Daemon recognized it instantly. The Valyrian steel necklace he had gifted him during their brief, charged encounter.

Y/N held it up to the flickering candlelight, the metal catching the weak glow. A soft, almost melancholic sigh escaped his lips, a sound that resonated deep within Daemon, His breath hitched in his throat.

He watched, unseen, as Y/N carefully fastened the clasp of the necklace around his delicate neck, the cool Valyrian steel resting against his warm skin. Y/N’s reflection stared back at him from the mirror, his expression unreadable, a subtle play of light and shadow on his features.

Daemon wanted to step out of the shadows, to claim him, to tell him that he was everything he had ever desired. But he held back. He knew it wasn't the time. He needed to be patient, to let Y/N come to him.

Daemon's eyes remained locked onto Y/N's form, drinking in every minute detail. The candlelight flickered across the slender curve of Y/N's neck, the delicate line of his jaw, and the way his hair fell in loose, shimmering waves. Daemon felt a surge of possessiveness, a urge to reach out and touch, to claim.

As Y/N turned back towards the desk, Daemon's gaze traveled down the length of his spine, lingering on the gentle slope of his shoulders and the way the thin fabric of his sleeping gown clung to his  form.

Unable to resist the temptation, Daemon's hand drifted down to the laces of his breeches. He loosened them slowly, his breath growing heavier as he watched Y/N move about his chambers, unaware of Daemon's concealed presence. As Y/N leaned over to set something down on the desk, the gown riding up to reveal a glimpse of soft skin at the backs of his thighs, Daemon's hand slipped inside his breeches to stroke himself.

He bit back a groan, his eyes never leaving Y/N's form as his hand worked slowly over his hardening length. The sensation of his own touch, combined with the intoxicating scent of Y/N's presentation, Daemon's breathing grew heavier as he continued to stroke himself, his thumb circling the sensitive crown of his cock smearing the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip. Daemon's eyes remained locked onto Y/N, drinking in every minute detail as he pleasured himself in the shadows.

He imagined running his hands over the slender curve of Y/N's neck, feeling the softness of his skin beneath his fingertips. He pictured pushing the thin straps of the gown off his shoulders, exposing more of that delicate flesh to his hungry gaze and eager Desire to run his lips and tongue over every inch, to taste the salt of his skin, the sweetness of his scent. 

His strokes grew faster, more insistent, as he watched Y/N turn to sit on the edge of the bed, the moonlight through the window casting a glow over his features. Y/N's eyes were closed, his head tilted back slightly as he let out a soft, shuddering sigh that echoed through the chamber.

That sound, heavy with unspoken longing and melancholy, tore something asunder within Daemon. A deep, primal groan rumbled in his chest, his grip tightening around his throbbing length as he stroked it with desperate urgency now. The scent of Y/N's presentation filled his nostrils, drowning his senses, drowning his reason.

His other hand clenched into a fist against the stone wall, the knuckles turning white as he fought the overwhelming urge to storm out of hiding and claim Y/N then and there. To throw him down on the bed and cover his body with his own, to sink into him until they were one.

The scent of Y/N flooded Daemon's senses, drowning out all reason, all thought. It was intoxicating, maddening, a siren's call that he couldn't resist. He wanted to drown in it to let it consume him utterly. He wanted to mark Y/N to roll in his scent until it clung to every inch of his skin until there could be no doubt that he belonged to Daemon and Daemon alone.

A low, guttural groan tore its way up Daemon's throat as he felt his climax approaching, fast and fierce. His hips jerked forward, seeking more of that delicious friction 

With a final, brutal stroke and a stifled groan of completion, Daemon came undone. Thick ropes of his seed erupted from his throbbing cock, painting the stone wall with his release. His hips jerked and shuddered as spasm after spasm wracked his body, each one accompanied by a fresh surge of blissful, agonizing ecstasy.

As the waves of his intense climax finally began to subside, Daemon stood there, chest heaving, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. The cool air of the hidden passage did little to chill the fevered heat of his skin. He remained motionless, hardly daring to breathe, as he watched Y/N through the fading aftershocks of his release.

Y/N, blissfully unaware of the intimate act that had just taken place mere feet away, had settled himself beneath the covers of his bed. The moonlight through the window cast a soft glow over his features, his expression now tranquil and serene. He was curled on his side, His eyes were closed, and his breathing had slowed to a steady, even rhythm.

carefully, Daemon tucked himself away, wincing slightly at the sensitivity of his spent flesh, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Y/N sleep. The moonlight cast a soft glow over his nephew's peaceful face, "Sweet dreams, little dragon” he whispered quietly

[writingsofwesteros]

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[storiesofthenight]

@wcrriorhearts liked for a starter.

The day had been long and Daemon was certain that the sun had been high in the sky when he had started his training session with Luke. Now however, the sun seemed to be dwindling as he brushed his hair from his face. They’d been training for a while now, and while Daemon was used to battle and having to go on longer than originally planned. Training however, was not something he liked to do longer than necessary and while he had already suggested stopping a few times before, he had until now indulged his step-son’s vigour. 

“It will be darkening soon, we should head inside and prepare for dinner.” He spoke as he eyed the position of the sun for a moment before glancing back at Luke and smiled. “You have pushed yourself above and beyond today. One would think you are on a mission.”

[darksisterk]

Let’s get this straight in HOTD ship discourse:

Out of all the so-called “perverted” ships in the show, we could name quite a few to be honest.. Daemon/Rhaenyra’s age-gap is close to 20 years apart. We had scenes of them with implied sexual tension even when Rhaenyra was only 14 in episode 1, yet no one seemed to have a problem with that. Viserys/Alicent..we won’t even talk about the age-gap between these two because it’s just absurd, but it is an arranged marriage. Yet again, most people don’t seem to have a problem with this.

Aemond/Alys, or Daemon/Alys, the largest age-gap thus far considering Gayle Rankin claims that Alys is nearly 400 years old beneath her glimmer.

Lastly Aemond/Lucerys, these two have the least of the age-gaps as they are only 3 years apart and yet people still call this the most “monstrous” of all the ships in show-verse. I get it, Elliot, who plays Luke is far younger than Ewan, so the age disparity is more obvious than it should be in canon, but so was Matt Smith and Milly Alcock when they portrayed Daemon/Rhaenyra…Let’s be real though, the main reason people are offended by this pairing is because it’s a queer ship. Had Lucerys been a girl there wouldn’t be near as much affront. I know a lot of talented, amazing individuals who have written for this ship..particularly aged-up Aemond/Lucerys and none of them deserve the hate directed towards them nor their work when there are far more disturbing ships in the show. Not everyone who supports this pairing condone fanart/works portraying the underage actor. So let’s stop acting like everyone who ships Lucerys/Aemond is demon spawn for seven hells sake. 🤝

[syndrossi]

i ask myself, should i ask syn this question because it has the potential to evolve into yet another verse fic? and then i go ahead and do it anyway.

just read a post (i think by my fellow teacher bestie @textbookchoices hi!) and you answered how Daemon would be waiting to put Aerys in his place had he shown up at the Trident. the following questions, naturally, come:

- What if Daemon showed up during Aerys’ reign when Rhaegar was 14yo? (and mayhaps dreaming of Raymar Redfort). He could also be 11-12

- To include Jon, we could… yeah i got nothing there

- He shows up? Just like Daemon? What would be terribly ironic would be if he were a Volantis cousin lmao

- And so, as per uze, Daemon and Caraxes encompassed Fire & Blood epically, take the throne from Aerys (who is quite angry that he doesn’t have a dragon after seeing Rhaegar [and Rhaella?] being handed a large egg), and now needs his sons help to find his other son, Rhaegar’s twin brother.

- So I guess a main part of this is the Search For Jon, and mirroring each other, Jon is on the search for both of them.

im so tired, i havent slept in 36 hours. take it away

Hmmmm, how to get Jon in here? We could make it a mirror of Restoration, where there are two Rhaegars, so it could be Daemon + the twins showing up, and fourteen-year-old Rhaegar now has a mini-me.

Eek, imagine Rhaegar ending up in KL while Jon ends up elsewhere (the Vale? the North? Dorne? idk). Rhaella had a miscarriage 4 and 5 years after Rhaegar was born, so could Aerys believe, in his paranoia, that R!Rhaegar was one of those children somehow, stolen away?

So in sharp contrast to the twins in Restoration finding protection and shelter from Ned, you have R!Rhaegar in the nightmare of Aerys being his father once more and KL!Rhaegar having no clue what to make of this. Pretty sure Rhaella knows Rhaegar can't be one of her miscarried babies, but he looks so much like hers that perhaps the gods restored one of her lost children to her somehow?

And it will be hard for Qelebrys to hide, so Aerys has a "lost child" with a dragon and he's going to be hell-bent on figuring out where to get more dragon eggs / what makes R!Rhaegar special. (Summerhall does provide a reasonable cover story. I could see Aerys plundering it for surviving dragon eggs.)

I think I'd start Daemon out on Essos, so he has a reason to knock on Volantis's door first because obviously sorcery shenanigans went down. Then it's KL, then the Search for Jon, who is going to have quite a few people interested in getting their hands on him and his hatchling.

[caraxesryder]

He chuckled, bringing his glass of wine to his lips, not once taking his eyes off of Rhea. She was the one who started this conversation, what would she care if he were to continue it.

"There have been rumors of your own infidelity, wife." He quipped.

"Why should you care of my own?"

"i do not deny it…" asked by @caraxesryder

"You would do well not to since it would be a lie." Rhea huffed slightly, refusing to look her her husband as they sat together at the banquet. Rumors had reached her about his affiars and this was not the place she wanted to confront him about it.

They weren't in love, but he could at least be respectful.

[atopvisenyashill]

Something I’m curious about is if you think anyone is HOTD is going to get their fate changed/has any chance of getting their fate changed. For example, could anyone who died in the book live in the show and vice verse? Could someone have their time or manner of death changed? Could a surviving character have their post-Dance life changed? I’m just curious because Condal and co. have generally kept those things the same as in the book, but I can see them changing things as they get further into the story and drift further away from F&B.

I think the main change I feel is likely is the "Rhaenyra runs away to Essos and lives a life in obscurity" one. However that has one big caveat - she has to do this with Alicent. It has to be a joint decision to run away together, she can't run off on her own otherwise I don't see the point narratively (and also, the "the show favors tb" crowd would finally have one singular legitimate argument). I think there's been a lot of build up to this idea -

Rhaenyra starts the show saying she wants to run away with Alicent and eat only cake, and Alicent brushes it off

Rhaenyra gives Laenor the escape she wants which is the ability to live freely in Essos with a lover

Alicent asks Helaena if she wants to run away (along with Jaehaera) across the sea

Alicent ends season 2 saying she wants to run away with Rhaenyra, and Rhaenyra brushes it off

I think this could work narratively with Mysaria being the one she runs away with (note that Mysaria's story has focused a lot on agency - she just wants control she doesn't really care how she gets it or who she gets it from so long as once she has it it cannot be taken from her. The fact that she's so prominent and romantically tied to Rhaenyra is what makes me think this is a real option). If you had asked me last season, I would have said this could also work with Rhaenyra running away with one of her children but after this season, I'm less convinced of that - if that was their goal with, say, Joffrey or Viserys, I think either character would have had a larger role in s2.

I also wanted Jace to live, and have the Battle of the Gullet happen after she takes King's Landing (like, right after, very early on) but I don't think they're going for that which is imo a huge miss. I think giving Jace more room to shine and giving Jacenyra more room to develop, especially when he's so detached from the dragonseeds, was the right move (but I also think they've greatly mishandled Jace's pacing even though I think they have All The Ingrediants. he's just like, undercooked very badly).

I can see them pushing Criston's death, but also juggling Aemond/Daemon to later as well - not changing the events but changing when it happens so they can have that actor around for longer and also so they can space out their death scenes. Similarly, I do wonder when Helaena will die - they clearly love to use her for exposition wrt magic but they also have Alys for that now so who knows. I don’t think it’s likely they just let Helaena live, which is why she’s not a candidate to be rhaenyra’s companion (s3 COULD change this but i just don’t think it’s the plan) and that’s the only way i see helaena living, is if she’s running off to live in hiding in essos.

The one that really throws me for a loop are Baela and Rhaena. Obviously there's the Nettles fuckery that really impacts Rhaena's story. But there's also a chance they just cut who Baela ends up married to (even though that's like....bleh). I have seen some theories that like, Daenaera will be Baela & Jace's kid which I think is interesting but I don't think they're going to go that far into the timeline.

Like, I think it’s clear from what Sara has said that she did NOT like the ending of the dance & i can see her wanting to futz with Baela & Rhaenyra’s ends specifically. But Baela is like, idk, weird, just from how they’ve written her - no focus on sex or marriage to Jace, explicitly rejecting Driftmark, no interaction with either Hull boy or even her fucking father. Idk what that means! And idk how you can change Baela without completely changing the dance. There’s no way to give her Driftmark now without being goofy about it, you can’t just give her Dragonstone randomly, but you can MAYBE change who she marries & give her a potential kid. With Rhaenyra, like literally nothing but running away to essos would make sense as a change. i’ve seen the “they’re just gonna make her queen” truthers and i think they’re idiots, so!

[storiesofthenight]

Daemon had been up later than Rhaenyra, and as a result, had allowed himself to sleep longer. When he had felt the shift in their bed, he had simply rolled over and hid his face in the pillows, not ready to wake up just yet. By now, he had managed to crawl himself out of the bed and was in the process of changing into his clothes for the day when she let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the armchair. Her worries were not unknown to him, she had voiced similar thoughts before and he couldn’t help her smile a little at it. They were a good pair, the two of them, he had always known it, but he could tell that it weighted on her that the children needed time to adjust to the new situation.

Crossing the room to where she sat, he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to press a kiss to her hair. “You worry too much, it is not good for the child.” He mused softly as he lightly rubbed her shoulders. “It is strange for us all, but they will come around when they see how happy we are together.” That, that was something Daemon knew for certain. Yes, he had lost Leana not so long ago, and then the situation with Leanor, and especially the implications that followed it. He knew it had to be difficult for the children. Perhaps even more so seeing as there were rumours about how his first marriage had come to an end.

But in the end, his daughters had seen his grief, he had held them in their grief and cried with them. He still struggled with it, the vision of Leana burning. But Daemon tried to purposely avoid those thoughts and memories, knowing that it would put more stress on Rhaenyra if he lingered on it and neither her nor the babe could use the stress that came with that.

“Give it time. They have just lost a parent and the pain is fresh for all of us.” Did he doubt? Of course he did. He too knew that things had gone quickly. But his love for Rhaenyra had always been bright like a fire and he felt certain the children would understand that their love for each other would not change anything about the love they had for their children. Not even with the new child on the way.

She dropped into an armchair with a heavy sigh, rubbing her forehead with one hand, the other resting on the swell of her stomach. Joffrey sat on the floor in front of her, chewing on a wooden toy with his two existing bottom teeth, happily babbling to himself. At least one of the children was in a good mood. "I am grateful that our children seem to get along well with each other", she said loudly in the general direction to where her husband was getting dressed for the day. "I would just be even more grateful, if they would...be more open to the new situation." Another heavy sigh fell from her lips and she leaned back.

It was understandable that all four of the older children had an opinion on their parents new marriage, given they were all mourning the loss of a mother and father. She had every patience and acceptance for their struggles, but it was still hard to watch them withdraw and band together, instead of talking to their parents. Throughout their lives, Jace and Luke had been very close to her and openly discussed every worry and trouble with their mother, so this new behavior was unfamiliar and worrisome to her. She hoped it was just the adjustment of them being unsure of what would happen now, but she wished there was more she could do. A few minutes ago she had woken the children up for the day and tried to speak with Jace, but he had brushed her off and refused to talk, so what was she supposed to do?

From what she had gathered, things were not easier between Rhaena and Daemon, especially not since Baela had been sent to Driftmark as a ward to Rhaenys. A decision that had kept the peace between the adults, but certainly not made the transition easier for the twins. Looking up when her husband approached, she smiled weakly up at Daemon. "They will learn to adjust, won't they? All four of them. I just...worry. Once this babe is born, there will be even more change in their lives, before they had time to come to terms with our marriage and the deaths of their parents. And then there's also the elephant in the room of this babe being...different than the older children. Not to us, of course. But to everyone else. A perfect, pure blooded Targaryen, unlike them...I worry it will upset them..."

@storiesofthenight gets a plotted starter

[storiesofthenight]

@realmscruelty asked: "  how COULD you ?  "  she asks , palms resting flush against the rogue prince's chest. the princess , with all her might , SHOVES the man back , away from her , tears pouring down her face. she sniffles , blinks rapidly as though that would rid her of her pain , and musters what she hopes is an angered snarl.  "  leaving me in that fucking pleasure house. ALONE. i thought you —  "  but the words fail her. he did not love her — could not love her , for he was daemon targaryen , a man who loved only himself.

In all honesty, Daemon wondered about the same thing. And he could hardly blame her for her reaction. So much so that he looked away from her and remained silent until she found herself at a loss for words. Or maybe not a loss for words, perhaps it was more a case of not being able to say the words out loud. He knew that feeling, in fact, he knew it very well indeed. It was feeling that stared him in the face almost most days when he looked at himself in a mirror.

He let out a soft sigh, her anger and hurt having more of an effect on him than the fact she had just shoved him back. She really was impressive, the Princess … God he loved her but he couldn’t. Or perhaps shouldn’t was a better word for it. 

What was he supposed to tell her? That it had been the lesser of two evils? That if he hadn’t, he would’ve crossed a line he didn’t want to cross. A line, that if he crossed if, would take his head? Not that it mattered, the rumours were out already and he had been confronted by his brother, the bruises and mark on his neck were proof of that, but he had no intention to tell her about it. What use would it be? 

“I was a fool to take you there. And you were a fool to think I cared.” 

Yes, he had been a fool, however calling her a fool, pretending as if he cared not for the young woman before him was painful to do. He would regret it forevermore, that much he knew. But he had asked his brother to wed her to him and Viserys had made his opinion on the matter clear. 

“I am leaving, … your father is sending me away. And perhaps it is for the best, for clearly I am a bad influence to you.”

By the gods it was hard, standing there with Rhaenyra crying and sniffling and raging before him, knowing he had to turn away from her and leave her to be wed to someone that would not be worthy of the fire in her. But it was better like this, wasn’t it? "It is for the best." He just didn't believe that it really was.

[sercphs]

About Daemon: Dimensional Sciences and "The Doorway"

Verse: Project Moon

⠀⠀⠀⠀The Library that Daemon now calls their home is not the Library that they first awoke in. After the drastically extended experience of Lobotomy Corporation in their home world across The Mirror, the Library that they awoke in to was spawned in a more dangerous world.

⠀⠀⠀⠀With The Head having had much longer to plan and prepare, the eventual spawning of their original Library came alongside a certain degree of "degraded mania" amongst the Patrons and The Director. Between the more dangerous mentalities of the residents, and the charged archology of The City of that world, The Library was deemed an Impurity upon arrival.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In the ensuing conflicts, Daemon chose to protect the people they had been protecting through the loops of Lobotomy Corporation - those who were now the Assistants of their Floor. Utilizing all their power, Daemon severed their floor entirely from the Library, effectively stealing away a piece of Angela's EGO for them self in that world.

⠀⠀⠀⠀A consequence of the severing was that the floor was lost adrift in The Light between worlds. While the Assistants slumbered quietly, Daemon stayed awake within the light, until eventually the Angela of the world they now call home felt the Floor drifting within the light. The familiar nature of the floor was enough for Angela to reel the Floor in and "anchor" it to her own Library, effectively rejoining it with her own EGO.

⠀⠀⠀⠀However, the nature of Dimensional Sciences is still transient, and though it is connected to The Library within this world, it does not exist physically within the Library in any true sense. Dimensional Sciences is intrinsically tied to both Angela, as the Director of the Library and the owner of the EGO that is the Library...

⠀⠀⠀⠀And Daemon, who shouldered the burden of the Floor's existence within the light, to ensure it would not collapse and cost the lives of those they fought so tirelessly to protect.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Now, Dimensional Sciences is accessible from any floor within the Library via the "intention" of arriving. One need only desire to arrive at Dimensional Sciences when traveling between floors of the Library, and they will find themselves inexplicably upon the grand spiral stairs that lead to the floor. Within Dimensional Sciences, the space stretches off endlessly - though the majority of the Floor is confined to a few larger central platforms.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The main platform is where most of the books of Dimensional Sciences are stored, as well as Daemon's office - a few of the other platforms have been repurposed into living quarters for Assistants or a kitchen. The bridges connecting platforms often twist and contort in unpredictable ways, and tend to induce severe nausea when crossing the first few times.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The materials of Dimensional Sciences have some overlap with other Floors of the Library, so Daemon will often keep copies of some of the books on the shelves of Dimensional Sciences.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The most important feature of Dimensional Sciences is ultimately "The Doorway," the culmination of Deamon's research in the field of study that their floor is named after. Effectively a normal door, The Doorway is capable of linking across the Mirror, or even beyond - permitting limited travel both ways to near anyway.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Through the Doorway, Daemon has noncombatively received a small number of Guests, and created manual transcriptions of their stories to create "Books" of these Guests without engaging in the traditional combat The Library entails. More often than not, any guests from across The Doorway only stay briefly before being returned across the threshold.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In limited capacity, the occupants of the Library are capable of utilizing The Doorway to travel to other worlds as well. By stretching a thin "bubble" of The Light of The Library through the doorway, the Librarians are capable of traveling to other worlds for short periods of time, though extended durations or excess use of taxing abilities can threaten to "force" the door open, posing a risk of being unable to stop things crossing through.

[quietmalice]

Attention PLS 😌

Since I’ve always struggled with keeping all my muses running at the same time and my stupid issue with wanting an own blog for every muse which only worsens the log in process, I decided that I’ll revamp my less active muses blogs and put them all together on one. Rick and Tommy will be the ones that keep their own blog cause they’re my main ones and always keep yelling at me. Alexis, Daena, Negan and Daemon will find a new shared place on THIS blog. I write Daena, Alex and Daemon in HOTD verses, while Negan stays in his horror and crime verses where the others find a home sometimes as well. I hope it will make my managing blogs process easier so maybe I can bring some of them back when I feel like it. Main content stays on Rick (wrathfulmercy) and Tommy (Shelbysdevil). Remain on Daemons/Daenas blog (changing to quietmalice) or leave a follow here if you wanna keep interacting with any of them. And don’t worry I’ll repost this information over the next weeks until I’ll delete the other blogs end of December stepping into new years more organized. Love you 💕