Jul 27, 2020
Jonerys Week 2020: Day 1: Parallels / Foreshadowing
The first star was a comet, burning red. Bloodred; fire red; the dragon's tail.
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Jonerys Week 2020: Day 1: Parallels / Foreshadowing
The first star was a comet, burning red. Bloodred; fire red; the dragon's tail.
DAY SEVEN
Leadership | Free Choice | DoS: Royal Retirement / Passing the Torch
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As Jon and Daenerys make their way to their room in Winterfell, they smile as they see that the bed is already occupied. Little Rhaella asleep on Ghost, a day of playing in the castle wore them both out. They carried her to her room for bedtime as Ghost laid himself outside her door. Jon and Daenerys spend their free time enjoying the crackling fire and being together.
DAY SEVEN (Sunday, August 2nd)
Leadership | Free Choice | DoS: Royal Retirement / Passing the Torch
Dany and Jon are living a life they thought they'd never have: the realm is at peace under their firm but kind rule, their family is safe and healthy, and their most trusted people are by their side within the Small Council, lending their support and ideas to better the Seven Kingdoms, and beyond.
Their first born Lyella is growing into her role as heir to the throne, and takes the care of her twin brothers Aemon and Daemon very seriously, helping them with their lessons and playing with them in the gardens when they drive their septa to distraction.
With the three baby dragons that recently hatched a pleasant, sweet surprise from Drogon, and Ghost as protective of these new family members as he is of his human charges, Daenerys and Jon thank the old gods and the new everyday for bringing them together.
JONERYS WEEK 2020 THE DREAM OF SPRING EVENT
In the spirit of collaboration, we have decided to combine The Dream of Spring Event (@jonerysdreamofspring) with Jonerys Week this year. The week will occur from July 27th to August 2nd 2020.
With the intention of reaching as many fanworks (gifs, edits, fanfic, fanart, etc) as possible, the week has different prompts for each day so everyone can participate.
General Jonerys Week prompts mostly concern existing canon-verse, including the show and books. The Dream of Spring prompts includes fluff, romance and happily ever afters ideas that could occur after the events of The Long Night. All of those ideas can be worked into canon-verse or AUs.
All content makers are welcomed and encouraged to use any and as many prompts as they wish.
THE PROMPTS ARE AS FOLLOWS:
DAY ONE (Monday, July 27th) Parallels | Foreshadowing | DoS: The Small Council
DAY TWO (Tuesday, July 28th) Dragons and Direwolves | A Song of Ice and Fire | DoS: Training of Targlings
DAY THREE (Wednesday, July 29th) Books appreciation | Music | DoS: State Visit / Foreign Visit
DAY FOUR (Thursday, July 30th) Fire and Blood | Ice and Fire | DoS: Proposal / Wedding / Coronation
DAY FIVE (Friday, July 31th) Azor Ahai & the Prince that was Promised | The Long Night | DoS: Classical AU
DAY SIX (Saturday, August 1st) Colors | Quotes | DoS: Modern Happily Ever After AU
DAY SEVEN (Sunday, August 2nd) Leadership | Free Choice | DoS: Royal Retirement / Passing the Torch
Send us a message if you have any questions concerning the week itself, the prompts, etc. You can also contact @jonerysdreamofspring for more information about the Dream of Spring prompts.
We’ll follow the tag #jonerysweek, #jonerysweek2020, #dreamofspring2020 and we’ll be reblogging your creations. Be sure to reblog, signal boost and most importantly, have fun!
Jonerys Week 2020 | DAY 4 - “Fire & Blood”
“We will take what is ours with fire and blood”
don’t judge a book by its cover | Jonerys Week Day 3: books appreciation
a/n: It is here! This was the fic I wrote first, it was the one I was most excited about, and I hope you all like it!
See if you can spot the cameos by @muttpeeta @ashleyfanfic @adecila @dracoignisworld @dragonanddirewolf @justwandering-neverlost @nlights37 @noordinarylines I love all their works and the ones named are only a small sampling of their great writing! I can only aspire to be half the writers and artists they are.
She turned another page, not looking at him when she spoke, almost amused. “Do you always watch your customers read or is it just me?”
She glanced up at him again, slightly annoyed as well as amused. He pinked again. “Just thought that the books downstairs might be more your speed,” he mumbled, gazing around the loft, with its low slanted ceilings and books stuffed in every nook and cranny. No one really came up here.
“My speed?” Those vibrant lavender eyes darted up to meet his gray ones. Her voice cooled. “What do you mean?”
“Just that the mysteries and fantasy genre seems more your alley, didn’t think you’d be interested in the classics.”
The pert plump red lips that had been smirking at him downstairs now pressed to a fine line. “Do you always insult your customers’ intelligence?” she snapped.
Well shit. “Ah…I just meant…”
“I think I know what you meant Mr. Snow.”
He stared at her dumbly. “How do you know my name?”
“It’s on the front door,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. He flushed, embarrassed. Oh yeah, duh. She uncrossed her legs, leaning back in the chair, tapping her nails on the book she kept in her lap. “Jon Snow, proprietor. Tell me Jon Snow, what makes you think I don’t read high literature? Is it because I was also perusing romance, fantasy, and suspense genres downstairs or the young adult section? Or was it the series about a threesome that I also plan on buying? No, it’s the fact that I’m a woman and so I can’t possibly be interested in anything other than those types of books, right? Or is it because I’m an actress and I must be a ditz?”
“bless this home and its heart so savage”, a family fluff one-shot
hello, my lovelies!
i have not been around so much on tumblr, but i am still writing! this is an idea i’ve had in my head for awhile. i wanted to have it finished for Dream of Spring, but i decided to finish Thumbprint first, since this would help me get my head back into the Ozymandian world.
it’s post!Oz with requisite spoilers, published and not. if that bothers you, don’t read.
also, happy early birthday @ashleyfanfic!! i love you so very much!
PREVIEW
Jon smiled, pausing at a distance to observe his daughter a bit longer, her face scrunched in concentration as she struggled over a particularly difficult word, Missandei urging her on gently. She looked so much like her mother when she did that, even if she had inherited his dark hair and large, dark eyes.
“Papa!” she exclaimed as she caught sight of him. She rose from her seat and rushed to him, folding him in a hug.
Jon chuckled, his heart aching as he returned the embrace and she pulled away. “How are your lessons going?” he asked. Rhealla was determined to learn basically every language imaginable, so as to be able to communicate with foreign emissaries without the aid of a translator or scribe.
“Never mind that, how did your meeting go?” Rhaella inquired pointedly.
Jon was not a man very adept at deceit, and it was doubly so when concerning his daughters.
She sighed deeply, crossing her arms in a knowing sort of way. “You didn’t scare the poor man, did you, Papa?”
“No,” he answered and then sagged under her stare. “I didn’t scare him much,” he amended and his daughter groaned.
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Jonerys Week Day 2: A Song of Ice and Fire
Jonerys Week 2020 - The Dream of Spring | Day Two: A Song of Ice and Fire
Summary: Naughty little Rhyanna resorts to mischief, giving trouble to Uncle Tyrion and GrandDadvos.A fluffy slice of life piece of King Jon and Queen Daenerys sprinkled with Targling mischief, humour and reflections of the royal couple.
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I wrote this as a gift to the amazing @the-last-targaryens ! Thanks a million, JW! for supporting me and lending me an ear whenever I wanted someone to hear me out. You've been a fountain of advise and help, for which I'm really grateful, and gifting you this fic is the smallest token of thanks that I can offer. I sincerely hope you'll enjoy this❤️
A heartfelt thanks to the wonderful @frostbitepandaaaaa for agreeing to beta this fic and to the lovely @youwerenevermine , for creating the gorgeous moodboard!! This story would've been incomplete without your help and I'm so glad to have done this with you!
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"Stop monkeying around and come down now!" Tyrion yelled at the naughty little blonde who was trying to reach for the higher branches.
"She has too much of her Aunt Arya in her," Ser Davos sighed.
Tyrion pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded. "The king and queen will have my head if anything happens to her. We were supposed to be watching her."
"We?" Davos shook his head in bewilderment, "You were supposed to be watching her instead of downing barrels of ale. I was summoned by the King, and I specifically remember you telling me that she's just a little girl who you could handle by yourself. And now, look how that turned out!"
Rhyanna, seven summers old and named after her grandmothers, Rhaella and Lyanna, eyed the squabbling pair with much amusement and proceeded to pluck an acorn to test her aim.
Thwak!
It landed squarely on Tyrion's head and he uttered a few choice words.
"Did you perhaps forget the consequences if she uses those words in front of her parents again? This time you will surely be locked in the dungeons," Davos snickered, "And we can finally have some peace."
Before Tyrion could muster a reply, he was hit with another acorn, this time on his nose.
"Her aim is always true," Davos pointed out proudly.
"She has the blood of a wolf and a dragon, what else can you expect?" Tyrion muttered. "This little targling will surely be the death of me some day."
Davos smirked. "And by my judgement, I can safely assume it's very near."
Oh, how he loved teasing this dwarf lord!
Tyrion glared at Davos. "And I thought you were supposed to help me get her down instead of pondering on the time of my death."
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