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INTRODUCTION TO THE FAITH OF OLD VALYRIA: THE GODS 

there were many major and minor gods worshipped in valyria, all of whom served a different purpose. these gods were believed to live within the largest volcano in valyria. they all had jobs to do, lessons to teach the people who believed in them. it is the gods who gave the valyrians there strength, and the gods who took it all away in the end.

many myths surrounding these gods are used to explain certain phenomena in nature, or events that have occurred in history. it was said that these gods are the ones who introduced the valyrians to the magic that brought the dragons into the world. the gods are also the cause of the doom.

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oflasthearth​:

location: tidebreaker - immediately after leaving dorne  participants: theodoric umber & aedan velaryon ( @aedan-velaryon​)

“i’ve never actually seen a ship,” theodoric spoke with visible excitement, a wide smile on his face as he eagerly followed alongside the other male. “i’m quite excited, really,” he continued, this time turning his head to look at aedan. “though, now that i think about it, i’m not sure that’s entirely true - i’ve visited white harbor,” he paused, briefly, “the manderlys have longships. i’ve never actually been on one,” he wasted no time resuming his ramblings though this time he was brought to an immediate halt upon seeing tidebreaker for the first time. an audible gasp escaping from his lips, the young lord umber was rendered speechless as he gazed at the ship. “it-it’s magnificent,” he stammered, “i’ve never seen anything like it.”

“you are most definitely in luck, then,” aedan grinned at theodoric. for all his boasting and egotistical chatter, his ship was the one thing he never lied or exaggerated about. he was proud of it, had taken care of it all these years with meticulous precision, and it’d paid off in its brilliance. in fact, he could not wait for the man to see it too. “tidebreaker is the most magnificent vessel in the entire fleet. it’s the best one you could step foot on for your first.” he felt almost like a little kid again, speaking like this. 

finally, finally, at the obvious reaction, aedan beamed. “come on. don’t be shy, let’s go.” he grabbed theodoric by the wrist and began to pull him along, so they would reach their destination - the best ship in all of westeros - faster. 

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anya-snow​:

Location: The Stormlands, Nightsong Closed starter @aedan-velaryon​

Her journeys across Westeros had taken her to the Stormlands only once in the past, and never to Nightsong. It mattered little, really, for what this place had been then was not what it was becoming now. The silver and aquamarine banners of the seahorse hung on the outer walls of the castle, having replaced the flock of nightingales and the bright yellow of the now disgraced House Caron. The dragons of the sea were lords and masters of yet another land.

The blacksmith remained as detached as possible from the chaos of the world’s politics, led from one place to another based on two things: her allegiance to the North and to the land of her ancestors, and her work. With their new Velaryon lord, Anya had been hired to rework much of the weaponry. Caron heradly was to be removed from shields, and the hilts of their soldiers’ swords had to be reworked to erase any reminder of the family that once ruled Nightsong.

And so with hammer and tongs in hand, the raven-haired woman worked on the blades, the sound of metal against heated metal the one constant in her life that Anya could rely on to soothe her.

most of the bustle on nightsong was entirely new to aedan. not just the noises, but the smell was jarringly different from home. none of the salty tang of the sea just below the cliffs, some of the ships even in view of his window as they docked below. there was no ocean anywhere near here now, least of all a river to write home about. the little stream that surrounded the castle were scarcely big enough to even fit a boat. 

after a few days, he had at least gotten used to the general sounds that inhabited the castle. the people yelling across the courtyard in the mornings, soldiers roaming around, and whatever else there was to hear in a place such as one who’d been given away practically as a present to the enemy. what he hadn’t heard quite as incessantly yet, though, was the hammering and hissing of a blacksmith. 

it’d been enticing enough to leave the castle for, to seek out the noise. until now, him and his bannermen had been the new arrivals, the outcasts at the castle. for a moment, he wanted to not have it be the case. 

while the black haired woman paused the hammering, aedan finally spoke up. “you’re the blacksmith, then? i suppose i should thank you in advance. the birds were taunting me.” he gestured at what remained of the original caron weaponry. 

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deimos-velaryon​:

Deimos had arrived at Stonehelm before the rest of his family, before the other guests that would attend such a celebratory occasion. It was in his brother’s usual way to arrive at whatever time he desired, but the Master of the Tides could at least be thankful that Aedan chose to at least show up a couple of days prior, avoiding some dramatic or nonchalant entrance on the very day of the wedding. He had at least one or two other family members left who might pull off a stunt like that.

The lord couldn’t help but scoff at his brother’s manner of speaking about his upcoming wedding. “Well, that depends entirely on whether your congratulations are sincere or not, brother,” Deimos greeted Aedan with a firm pat on the back. He might not feel the uncontrollable fluttering of a man marrying for love and love alone, but something like that was quick to fade. Infatuations, passions; such things were so fickle. The Lord of Driftmark had grown to respect and even admire his bride-to-be, and he could see himself learning to trust her and rely on her. That was as strong a foundation for a partner as one could hope for, really. “I have no reason to get cold feet. Our realm might gain some stability from this union, and our house should gain a most capable and clever ruling lady. I’m certain Mother would approve of the lady that is to occupy the station she once held”.

“always sincere, you know that,” he grinned, arms crossing in front of his chest. the pats on his back were met with a huff of breath on his part. his own fault, after all, for forgetting that his brother wasn’t exactly weak, while he was away at sea. “tell me both your answers, though. this one, and the one where i wasn’t sincere. just for the fun of it. i want to know what you would say.” for the smallest of moments, the barest of seconds, aedan’s expression froze over at the mention of their mother. at the mention of their mother being replaced. “well,” he began, voice carefully low and schooled. “there’s no way of being sure of that, but, i’m sure everyone will keep a careful eye out, right?”

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EVE BEST as RHAENYS TARGARYEN in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON The Lord of the Tides 1x08

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wcrdsarewind​:

setting; setting out by the water as the ships are loaded

Theon was glad to be going home. They were in Dorne for too long. And none of it mattered. Peace talks led to two wealthy kingdoms going to decimate an island of rocks and iron mines with the help of another kingdom of wealth. And now he worried about who else spoke in the shadows of Dorne. Who else sent their ravens and shared ideas in secrecy? Theon worried about much. He worried about the connections with the Vale. Their new King had every right to make new alliances even if it meant turning against his sister. Theon looked beyond Westeros. Save for the Crownlands. There was much to work with on the basis of trade alone. 

“Lord Aedan Velaryon, correct?” Theon looked up as the other passed him by. “How are your ships, my lord?” 

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he stuttered in his walk when someone addressed him directly. aedan turned to look over his shoulder, gaze carefully schooled before he could recognize who had decided to speak to him. theon stark, king in the north. aedan’s tongue pressed against the inside of his teeth for a moment before he conjured up a smile, bowing his head slightly at the man. “you are correct, your grace,” he answered in a greeting. “my ships are doing quite well, dare i say even better than myself.” he folded his hands behind his back as he quipped, offering a lopsided smile. “but, that is my job, is it not? the royal fleet must be taken care of.” 

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minisa:

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minisa didn’t immediately recognize the man standing before her, the light of the early evening casting shadows over his face. however he didn’t sound dornish, nor seem to harbor any distain that some she’d encountered from other courts had for her when they realized she was from the stormlands. maybe a crownslander? her father had made mention that she should try to make friends amongst the original court of the dragon, no doubt him trying to find her yet another match. with her brother spouting treason and acting a fool, she might be the heir soon enough. a sinking feeling hit her stomach at the idea, but she didn’t let it show on her face. she still maintained her sweet mischievous face for it was better than explaining why it might disappear.

“it could be an invitation if you wish, my lord. i’m not against sharing a pool as large as this one.” her smile remained as she pushed off the wall, her curls and swimming costume floating around her as she treaded water a little farther away. “well, it won’t get any cooler, with the way the weather is. i swear even the night feels too warm here.” blue eyes moved over him, trying to recognize him. she didn’t want to be impolite and fail to use a title or something. but it just wasn’t coming to her. so she resolved to wait for a hint of some sort. “have you been enjoying dorne at all, my lord?”

“no pool could be large enough to put an end to gossip,” aedan chuckled. people never ceased to talk, when there was something to be spun into scandal. he hadn’t missed it whatosever while miles and miles away from home. though, perhaps it would provide him with just a bit of entertainment, if he had curious whisperers to laugh at. the cup of wine was placed on the stone edge with a clink, and next aedan kicked off his shoes, then he shrugged out of his vest. His white undershirt followed the other fabric’s path to the ground soon thereafter. 

once he was in the water, he took a hold of the wine glass again, leaning back against the edge of the pool. the water was indeed almost warm, or at least comfortable enough not to be a bother right away. “it’s a bit too warm for my taste, and it’s land like any other. i do prefer the ocean, if i may speak so plainly. driftmark, i suppose, is still the best stretch of land i’ve lived on in my life.” he took a sip of the wine while he regarded her in the water. “and you? too warm for your taste, i’m assuming.”

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THOMAS DOHERTY as WALTER THE INVITATION (2022) dir. Jessica M. Thompson

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oldflowersbyname​:

evenfallsbrightest​:

TRUTH SERUM

Option 1) Feel free to ask anything, in character or anonymously, and my character will be forced to answer truthfully.

Option 2) Send me a ♔ + your character’s name and I will make a moodboard of our characters’ relationship

Option 3) Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character. They’ll have to rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question & answer that question.

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minisa:

open starter where: water gardens, dorne

She’d told her father she was going to find somewhere to swim. He’d told her to take guards, her maids, practically a whole regiment. Minisa may have neglected to do what she was told. She hated it when she had to have them at Tarth, worrying for her when she was underwater for ‘too long’ or if the waves were anything more than gentle. She was an excellent swimmer, braver than most to swim the waters around Tarth that were not the calm Straits. For a woman with such anxieties for others, she had little fear for her own self. After all, she stared down the long fall from the Eyrie balcony unafraid, often swam into deep waters and through rough waves and found joy in it.

Of course the Dornish pools were nothing so fierce as the waters of the Stormlands, but at least it was something. The North in the freezing cold obviously was no place to go swimming, and at this point she’d take what she could get in Dorne.

The lady of Tarth could feel herself start to get pruned fingers and toes, but she didn’t want to get out of the water yet. Instead she’d taken to diving down when she saw someone coming and surprising them by popping out of the water like a mermaid, all smiles and shining blue eyes, as innocent as a maid but mischievous too. In fact she was doing it again as someone approached, waiting for them to pause near the pool before– “Oh hello there!” Minisa smiled as if she had not just appeared from below to potentially scare someone. “Are you going to come swim too?”

he held the rim of a wine glass pinched between two fingers as he balanced his way over the laid out stone path. the evening warm and soft, occasionally broken through by a gentle, cool breeze and it was something to laze around in as much as it bored him a little. but, no use. aedan had wiine he could drink, and parties to celebrate. a whole lot of thing to distract him. 

aedan heard the sloshing of water in the distance, following it with a footfall that probably betrayed his presence to anyone who might’ve been swimming around in the pools. 

and he was not mistaken.

not a second after his arrival, a person’s head broke through the surface of the water, barely startling him but waking his interest nonetheless. “Is it an invitation or merely a suggestion?” he asked, teasing glimmer in his dark eyes as he brought the wine glass up to his lips for a sip. “the water does look nice. is it warm, my lady?”

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where; stonehelm  who; @deimos-velaryon​​

the slayne was beautiful. glittering waters, encased by cliffs of various sizes, that emptied right into cape wrath. wistfully, aedan stood atop an overarching rock, as he looked back across the river to still catch a glimpse of the cape, almost able to imagine the ships just idly floating in the waves. 

something else downright begged for his attention, however, and aedan’s attention strayed away from the river to instead focus on the castle built to oversee it. stonehelm’s watchtowers greeted him in their good old black and white, stoney appearance as they welcomed his little group. it didn’t take long to reach the castle’s interior, and it took even less to encounter the person he’d been searching for. 

“would you like for me to congratulate you, or would you rather we not speak of it?” aedan teased, in lieu of a greeting. if anything, it was his form of greeting his brother. “you seem quite calm. i’m assuming you haven’t gotten cold feet yet.” 

[aedan-velaryon]

HOUSE VELARYON is a noble house founded prior to 114 BC on Valyria. Their seat is Castle Driftmark, historically High Tide, on the region of Blackwater Bay, the Crownlands of Westeros. The Velaryon heir is to be named Lord or Lady of the Tides and Master of Driftmark. Their sigil is a silver seahorse. The Velaryon family words are “The Old, the True and the Brave”. 

A short HISTORY of the NOBLE HOUSES of WESTEROS (9/11)

[aedan-velaryon]

♛ → THE CROWNLANDS present AEDAN VELARYON, the RULING LORD OF NIGHTSONG and MASTER OF SHIPS. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-NINE year old MALE who was CHARMING & QUICK WITTED before they saw the first of the flames, is now IMPULSIVE & CYNICAL after seeing the last. they’re often associated with rough and calloused hands from work on ships, warm, candlelit rooms, the salty tang of the sea. ( thomas doherty )

bio:

as the second born son, there'd always been less pressure on aedan's shoulders. less pressure, but never too little as to not notice who he was, even if it wasn't necessarily expected of him to become the ruling lord of anything. status counted, title or not. from a young age, he was trained to fight; swords and knives and axes. but where his heart found the most joy, was on a ship, with the breeze in his hair and salt water on his skin, his tongue. not much one for the skies, he rather neglected most things that connected with riding dragons, and focused on the royal fleet his father had command over.

when tensions hightened in the seven kingdoms, aedan was on his family's, the blacks' side, naturally. it wasn't the first times he watched ships sail into battle, but certainly the most formative ones. aedan lost some of his carefree joy in the long, grueling war that took so much from his family. his father and mother, lord corlys velaryon and rhaenys targaryen, passed, and deimos took over the role of ruling lord of driftmark. a carefully held structure, seven kingdoms held together by dragon breath and fire, collapsed, and left behind shards that governed themselves.

aedan hardly knew where that left house targaryen and velaryon at first. though, when the position of master of ships fell into his hands, he slowly slipped back into his element. he did his duties to his country and to the position that was now upon his shoulders. only in his private life did he allow himself liberties of a wilder nature. following the annexation of the stormlands to the crownlands, lord pearse caron lead a rebellion against queen caerella that would be doomed to fail. after house caron was stripped of their lands and titles, aedan was installed as ruling lord of nightsong.

it was a wakeup call, one that left him with a hollow feeling in his stomach. he’d have to carry the duties he’d have to fulfill all the way into his home, into a private life that would no longer be his own as soon as he was wed. he was supposed to have had his fun now, and start being the lord that the people dependent on nightsong needed.

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to finding;

hands reaching out towards each other in the depths of the sea, a lone lighthouse standing in the midst of the ocean, waves that roar and grow only taller, the sea spray and the salty breeze kissing your face, odd things washing up onto shore, letters written in cursive and effortless script, beholding the words of a lover.

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scenery gifs: house of the dragon 1.05 - driftmark island

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THOMAS DOHERTY’S DIOR DAY IN PARIS at the Winter 2022-2023 Men’s Show