#musings: jacaerys velaryon

[valyrianvalors]

personal hcs for the velaryon kids ! obviously this might change with plots but unless otherwise i will default to this as canon!

-jacaerys married baela (unless we're plotting with someone else) and had four sons: laenor, baelon, rhaegar, and aemon

-lucerys married rhaena (unless plotting otherwise) and had five children: corwin, vaella and vaena (twins), daris and selsa

-joffrey also married though i have not headcannoned who yet and had three daughters: daenys, naerys and rhaenys.

-aemma is a massive lesbian so if she did marry she would have her kids and maintain female lovers on the side. i do not currently have any marriages headcannoned for her.

[fantasylandblues]

pov: you're in my modern hotd universe and you just opened your tumblr dash

based on viral textposts- part two!

[missisjoker]

The Kings in the North have Ice in their veins. Unmoving in the face of the storm, warriors and protectors, the shield of the Realm of Men. But when their magic becomes stagnant, they turn to stone; their roots grow too deep, they turn too serious, too solemn, as living statues. They need fire to keep them warm.

The Kings of the Dragonstone have Fire in their veins. Unstoppable force, conquerors, the sword of the Realm of Men. But when their magic becomes overwhelming, they suffocate in the smoke and turn to ash; they burn everything around them, they destroy, they go mad, as wildfire. They need ice to keep them calm.

What happens when two great magics combine when Cregan and Jacaerys say their oath in the sacred woods of the Winterfell?

Cregan falls first, pierced by a sword in a battle, with snow falling and deep frost biting his skin. He's bleeding out, growing colder and colder, until a spark ignites in him. No, he is not allowed to die, he belongs to the Fire now, too. And so, he gets up, and his bleeding stops, and his wounds scar. And he marches on.

Jacaerys falls after, thrown from his dragon's back and pierced with arrows to the back and shoulder. The water swallows him, and he suffocates, chokes on it, the sea around him burns, and so do his lungs. Everything goes dark, but then a spark ignites in him. No, he is not allowed to die, he belongs to the Ice now, too. His breathing calms, his vision clears. And he swims ashore.

The Night King is coming, and the army of the dead marches beside him. But he will be met with the magic of the men, in the Song of Ice and Fire.

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

New Verse!

Jacaerys Velaryon, Resurrected Verse

After the Battle of the Gullet, Jacaerys dies, and his body washes up on the shores of Pentos. Eventually having been found by a group of people and brought to a Red Priest. After weeks of trying, Jacaerys is revived. However, for weeks he is unable to function and essentially lies in a coma. When he comes to, Jace remembers bits and pieces of his life. It doesn't all come back at once, but Jace remembers enough to know who he is. Jacaerys also now has one brown eye, and one violet eye, showing his Targaryen blood, a result of the magic that brought him back so far into death.

After several months, close to a year, Jacaerys finally gets back to more of himself physically. With no dragon, and more of his memories coming back Jace returns to Westeros but stays hidden. He does not really know what to think about everything that happened to him. His mother and everyone he once knew were now dead. His little brother Aegon had the throne. So Jacaerys stays away from the Capital trying to get used to everything again and fill in the gaps of his still missing memories. For now, Jace stays in an old hunter's cabin in the woods, doing small jobs for pay, which sometimes includes hunting down bandits.

[drakonquill]

@worthyheir gets a vaguely plotted starter.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇. the sensation pulls him, tugs against the threads of his heart – even as he circles the rising walls of dragonstone. he’s restless, as much as he feels the threads of his rider’s own restlessness. green tints against the sun, scales glittering from the light as he parts his maw and a series of echoing warbles and coos escapes. he doesn’t like to go far, doesn’t like to drift out of reach of his bond. they’ve been together since the very beginning of his life, and the beast was not so hasty to let the boy, his boy, out of sight. 

the call he echoes again, for the third or fourth time, is no more desperate than the last – seeking. in truth there had been a lonely feeling since returning from the great frigidness of the north, and the creature longs for the dance he might have shared with a brother. a brother. to no avail, it knew, no avail of the grief, the rage, and boiling hatred – the need to do, too, that is ever pressing, ever calling. 

eyes refocus, and he dips through the sky and lets the bond pull him. guide him. vermax touches down on the throws of the salty shore, crooning and chittering against the sounds and smells of water and waves rolling. it calms him, them – but there is more to it. the beast is pulled to the far edge, further from the halls of where they stayed, to his rider. it can see him, even now. vermax can feel, too, the weight of his heart in time with the boy’s. you hide, it wants to croon. but you cannot hide from me.

[jacemond-addict]

I’ve Got My Eye On You

Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon

Modern/Artist/Muse Au

Inspired by @derangedthots post just couldn’t get it off my mind. Just a little different from your idea. I really don’t what this is, I did this yesterday , and quickly finish it for I could be able to post it today.

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Aemond yearns for a perfect muse. He travels to the ends of the earth and back to find his inspiration to will him into creating a masterpiece like all his favorite artist has done before him.

With no luck to his side, Aemond is forced back to go home to present himself to the anniversary of IronThrone dynasty and the celebration of his half-sister new position in the company.

Aemond never in a million of years thought he’d find it , never crossed his mind that he would find his muse in the one who used to hide behind Rhaenyra skirt , who would pester his younger self when he followed him around like a puppy, the bastard that called himself a true Targaryen.

Jacaerys is art itself. Aemond couldn’t withhold the true beauty ,that shines through the orbs of Jacaerys eyes and language his body spoke that his mouth couldn’t ,from the world.

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“Nephews.” Aemond takes the initiate to break the silence. It would make it more awkward if the three of them just stare at each other. Aemond wouldn’t mind but he thinks Luke and Jace would feel weirded out.

Aemond waited patiently for Luke to detach himself from Jace throughout the party, but just like they were kids, Luke seem to never leave Jace side.

Aemond hated then and he hates it now.

He wanted to talk to Jace alone, the party dragged on and Aemond feared he might lose his opportunity even he didn’t take it.

“Uncle.”Luke and Jace say with the same enthusiasm Aemond had spoken.

Zero.

They’ve grown, different but same. Both handsome , wise ; at least what his mother had said, and strong. In the area of height Jace hadn’t been so gifted. His beauty makes it up for it.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it.” Aemond never been good with small talk, especially with people he had no interest in making conversation.

“7 years.” Luke grumbled, earning him an subtle elbow to his side. Guess Aemond wasn’t the only one who wasn’t too happy about each others presence.

“The number seven is considered lucky. Someone once told me It is one of the numbers that is a symbol of perfection and eternal life.“ Jace stated, always the peacemaker. Trying to find the greener side of the grass .

Jace was not going to turn away when Aemond is extending an olive branch, even if it came with hidden thorns.

He smiled through every word , gaining Aemond attention to his white bunny teeth and plush pink lips. Aemond eye roamed Jace every single feature, every freckle, eyelash, every curl to burn it inside his memory to not forget.

Luke shuffled awkwardly, but didn’t dare to leave his brother alone with their uncle , that examine every inch of Jace , surveying a weakness to attack. It worried him more when it seem Jace was happy to oblige their uncle.

Jace raise his head high and fix his posture straight and firm . Desperately wanting Aemond to see how much he changed, grew into his dragon skin, to prove him wrong after many years of absent.

His skin tingled from Aemond stare. Jace proudly let himself be scrutinize by the man who exclaim himself as an artist.

With every sweep, Jace confidence grew with the transparent approval and something else that he couldn’t pinpoint in Aemond’s blue eye.

Aemond smirks in satisfaction seeing Jace blossom under his gaze, like a rose.

It’s going to be lucky year.

“Couldn’t agree more , Jacaerys.” Aemond keeps himself from grinning like cheshire cat. He couldn’t show his real colors until Jace lay bare and open.

Later when Aegon approaches him, drunk and slurring his words about their nephews, Aemond eye is still glued to Jace. He deals with Aegon intoxicated presence reminding Aemond how happy he’s was away from his brother. He nod absently at whatever comes out Aegon mouth until he brings up of wanting to get Jace.

“Stay away from him. You can do whatever you want with Luke or Joffrey, whoever you please I could care less, but stay away from Jace unless you want your brains splatter and hanging in an art museum.” Aemond threatens, his nostril flaring and his lip curled in a sneer. He waits until Aegon nods showing he understands to shoves him away from him.

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Note: I really don’t remember what was my original idea but it changed into this, uhhhh???, it was supposed to be in college era like the post but this came out. Not that happy how the moodboard came out nor the writing, but I’m never happy with my writing.

Basically, Aemond is an artist moves away, travels ,study, maybe fall in love and along the way he loses his spark, his imagination to create, so he searches in every corner of the world. He fails , goes back home to the celebration of Rhaenyra being the CEO .

Then there’s Jace , hit puberty (late bloomer ) and became all hot meanwhile his uncle was away. Now that Aemond’s back , he wants to show off how much he changed, how ??? Idk???? Jace just want Aemond attention . He just taking notes out of his mothers book.

Luke is always cockblocking them. Aemond literally has to pay Aegon to keep the gremlin distracted. Heleana is added to the distraction plan just in case Aegon fails.

If I could write I would’ve written where they fuck and get paint all over them. Aemond getting his piece in the art galas , inviting everyone to see his work, Jace and Aemond falling in love.

Aemond is like 25 and Jace 23 . FYI

(Random stranger”is that you?” Pointing to Jace and just dips, everyone is looking at Jace and the painting , back and forth. Daemon to Rhaenyra”Hold my jacket , I’m about to murder a rat.” Jace,”I can explain.”)

[sigilsongs-a]

(``) muse tags. RHAENYRA

(``) rhaenyra targaryen . (tag)

[percentstardust]

modern career paths for my asoiaf muses:

i play the targaryens as a family that originated in norway but ended up in the usa. the lannisters are from england. default city setting is los angeles, california. syrax, drogon, tessarion, anoghul, viserion, vhagar, rhaegal, and vhagar are all animals owned in this verse.

rhaenyra: fashion designer of both women and men’s clothing. literally has dabbled in suits, gowns, wedding dresses, lingerie, and she has her own makeup line. heir to targaryen industries but honestly would rather not abandon her fashion empire. PLOT TWIST. she ends up marrying harwin. uses she / they pronouns.

aemond: he’s a first year pre med student studying to be a doctor. he is also double majoring in psychology. his eye injury will NOT stop him from pursuing his career. he just really wants to be a doctor cause medical science fascinates him. he has too many skills for one person to have. he’s also an athlete on the lacrosse and soccer teams. he’s heavily into student politics too. lost his eye in an accident when he was ten. aemond does it all to make up for being disabled.

aemma: future vet tech major. still in high school. volunteers at a family owned no kill shelter. she really loves animals and she wants to eventually work as a zoo animal vet. she is on the swim team like jace. last name is strong in this au.

jace: he’s really into computers and technology and he can hack things. so he’s going to want to work with computers. he can build one and take it apart before putting it back together again. so he will be able to work in the family tech company as well. also still in high school. he’s student athlete on the swim and track teams despite his scoliosis. last name is strong because nyra marries harwin.

dany: ballet dancer. she the third born daughter and she usually is allowed to do what she wants within limits. dancing is her passion and has been since she was a child. right now she works for and dances for a ballet company. she gets the lead roles in all of the performances. ballet isn’t the only dance she specializes in. she knows others as well but ballet is what she’s most passionate about. she’s also an ice skater but she doesn’t do that competitively anymore due to her thriving ballet career.

jaime: army veteran who was honorably discharged after losing his hand in combat. has all kinds of awards. he was an army ranger to be specific. went back to school to get a degree in law later in life than one should get a law degree but he got one easily due to his intellect . works at his family law firm as an associate.

daeron: aspiring concert violinist. plays multiple instruments including the guitar and piano. music is his life. art is also his life but he’s more set on being a musician than being a painter. still in high school like aemma and jace. will pursue a bachelor in music.

anari: freshman in college. getting a bachelor in music. is a rising pop star who has her first album out along with some unaffiliated covers and singles. has won three grammys and several other awards for her first album. is best friends with helaena targaryen like she is in her hotd era. youngest of four and has three older brothers. given how successful she already is as a musician, she is making a name for herself and her parents are quite proud of her. writing her second album while attending university classes. small but fighty still.

all of them, even jaime and anari, are rich. though the targaryens have more influence, net worth, power, and their money is older. hope this helps.

[callahanisms]

y’know there’s something about the way jace moves his head that just has me SJFDKLJGFBGDSJ

[hearthofvesta-archived]

(starter for @wcrriorhearts)

The   throne   room   was   empty   as   Jace   stood   before   the   Iron   Throne.   Plenty   of   Targaryens   had   sat   on   that   throne   and   ruled   over   the   kingdom.   Brought   peace,   bloodshed,   and   other   things.   His   mother   now   sat   on   the   throne   and   being   her   heir   meant   that   one   day   he   would   sit   there   as   well.   Most   thought   that   the   Iron   Throne   was   ugly   and   he   could   see   why.   Slowly,   he   made   his   way   towards   the   throne.   Doubts   biting   at   the   back   of   his   mind   if   he   could   even   rule   one   day.   His   mother   seemed   to   do   it   effortlessly.   She   was   everything   a   Queen   should   be,   and   he   felt   he   wouldn’t   live   up   to   such   standards.

He   had   studied   the   history,   learned   High   Valyrian,   and   done   everything   that   an   heir   was   supposed   to   do,   but   was   it   enough?   Would   it   ever   be   enough?   Taking   another   step,   his   fingers   ran   over   the   other   swords’   hilts.   Of   course,   there   would   be   plenty   of   years   before   he   needed   to   take   the   throne.   It   wasn’t   his   time   yet,   but   his   duty   should   be   to   watch   his   mother.   Learn   from   her   and   learn   the   ways   of   the   kingdom.   How   to   speak   with   other   lords.   How   to   handle   the   situation   when   they   were   brought   to   him.   Would   he   be   able   to   handle   that?   The   questions   and   doubts   were   once   more   swirling   around   in   his   mind.

Letting   out   a   sigh,   Jace   realized   that   he   was   now   standing   before   the   Iron   Throne.   Would   it   cut   him   when   he   sat   upon   it?   Would   it   deem   him   unworthy   to   sit   like   some   claimed?   Swallowing   hard,   Jace   sat   down   on   the   edge   of   throne   before   sitting   back   just   a   little.   Eyes   scanning   over   the   room   and   imagining   the   day   when   there   would   be   others   in   the   room   for   whatever   purpose… ”Am   I   really   fit   to   be   the   heir…?”   He   thought   aloud   as   his   hands   rested   on   the   sides.

[furyfms]

@thefinalgxrl

[valyrianvalors]

“I think I felt the babe kick!” (for jace from sara <3)

jacaerys was no stranger to pregnancy. he has saw his mother through four of them in his life. he wasn't old enough to remember when luke was born but he was there for the twins and his three younger half siblings from his mother's second marriage. when he found sara was with child, he had naively believed he knew what to expect. however, expecting the birth of one's siblings and the birth of one's own child were very different circumstances.

'really?' his head turns to her when she speaks, his hand reaching for her bally, palm flat against the fabric of her dress, 'you might be feeling that a lot. my mother said once my siblings and i started kicking, we didn't stop.' he hummed, soft smile on his face, 'she said joffrey and aemma came into the world kicking, too. this one is targaryen, velaryon and stark all at once. he's going to be a hellion.'

[crumbledstatues]

@poweresides sent: “Who did this to you?” | JACERYS (for Helaena)

SOMETIMES, HE IS TOO IN-OVER HIS HEAD. What have some keening have others throw fists, sheathe swords. That cursed word had been spewed at him again, and he had enough. His quick remark was definitely not appreciated from his family, and it earned him a bruised upper cheek and black eye, but it will not hinder him. Helaena being here is like a calming salve, a juxtaposition of what this could be. He gives her the perfect mix of a smile and a smirk.

"Your kind brother did not appreciate my words after tormenting me, it seems. You needn't need to worry. I'll be okay."

send  ��  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

[isefyres-archive]

Mother   was   wise   enough   to   allow   them   to   grow   a   little   older   bother   marriage   was   even   a   consummation   or   a   thought,   but   a   bethrodal   had   been   made   and   Heleana   was   send   shortly   after   to   Dragonstone   to   spend   time   there   with   him,   considering   it   would   be   once   his   when   his   mother   inherits   the   throne.   It   was   a   good   childhood,   although   rather   awkward   at   first,   Jace   learned   that   Heleana   was   simply   made   different.   On   the   second   year   of   her   in   Dragonstone   he   gifted   her   a   book   for   her   bugs   and   write   about   them   and   down   the   line,   closer   to   a   proper   date   for   a   wedding,   he   gifted   her   a   diary   for   her   dreams,   which   he   knows   plague   her   greatly.  

He   knows   sometimes   touch   can   not   come   naturally   to   her   after   those   so   it's   easier   to   let   her   write   them.   "Come,   let's   dance."   He   asks   once   night   finally   when   mother   made   the   announcement   they   would   be   wed,   and   in   Dragonstone,   something   they   all   insisted   except   Heleana's   brothers   and   relatives   but   it   was   not   their   decision   but   the   King's.   They   both   smell   of   dragon   but   he   doesn't   particulary   care   of   that   matter.   "We   must   practice   for   the   big   day.   I   do   not   wish   to   step   on   your   toes,   m'lady." @dreamtfyres

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

Isolated

Resurrected Verse

@xx--ofmanythoughts--xx

Jacaerys had been keeping to himself. He had been hiding in truth. He was a coward, Jace knew that. Jace was a coward to his core.

The prince had been hiding out in a small cabin deep in the forest ever since he had returned to the shores of Westeros. His little brother Aegon was on the throne, his only brother. All alone and Jace had remained hidden. Not revealed he had survived. If he could call it that. Jacaerys wasn't sure he could. Jace had died at the Gullett and then brought back by forces he didn't even understand.

Jace didn't remember everything. It was coming back in pieces, but not always in order. The Velaryon didn't know what help he could be to Aegon if he should even show his face again. So he didn't. He remained hidden, trying to decide what to do.

[drakonquill]

@worthyheir asked: [ SHIELD ]:     sender uses their own body to shield the receiver from an attack. / rhaenyra

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋. known and understood that the weight of it was not meant for her. her council might say it wasn’t meant for a woman, the softer sex, and to some degree–she might agree. she was unprepared for this war, unprepared for the means that it would take to win. but losing meant death, and until her last days she would not see another son’s funeral. that was the hope at least, the aimless desire within her breast as her eldest boy’s body curled around hers. she knew not where the attack came from, nor did she know by what means, only that for a moment, for a moment – rhaenyra was cradling the remains of lucerys’ cloak. squeezing until her knuckles were white, and only after a moment blinking sharply does she realize that she’s clutching jacaeyrs’ tunic front.

❝ no, no, no, ❞ she begins, voice trembling. ❝ where did you-? why would you-? ❞

her voice crumbles, words choking and the world tunneling. there’s chaos this way and that, things that don’t make sense as she tunnels into focus on her son. her boy. she cups at her face, stroking her thumbs and searching, searching, searching. rhaenyra calls for aid, yells out that he’s taken a hit, hurting, bleeding–she needs help. but she won’t let go this time. rhaenyra won’t release him, won’t let something like what happened with luke happen here. ❝ your life is not worth mine, ❞ the queen cries, hauling him closer to her chest, as could as is physically allowed. she shakes her head, choking down the heat of her own emotions as best she can. ❝ your life will never be worth mine. you are my heir, my- my boy. ❞ tears gather in her eyes, welling pathetically. she can’t bring herself to let go.

❝ i would rather die that lose yet another son. ❞ she pleads, to no one in particular – perhaps to herself. to the gods, to this bloody war. rhaenyra can’t be sure, and it doesn’t rightfully matter right now. her chin wobbles, brows pinching in an attempt to sate her own tears. ❝ i cannot lose you too, jace. ❞