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KingJonandQueenDany

@princessofdragonsandwolves

Before @joneryskingdom

For all Jonerys fans! S8 was not the ending, the real story of Ice and Fire, of Jon and Dany, begins now! Resurrections, evil ravens, true monarchs, magic, love, beauty, bravery and more in my post s8 Jonerys fanfics "A love of Ice and Fire" and "A Love of Spring", the latter divided in four parts! Only on Wattpad (and only in Italian for the moment, but I plan to translate them in english when they'll be over!)

Fans della Jonerys! L'ottava stagione non è stata il capolinea, le vere cronache del Ghiaccio e del Fuoco, di Jon e Dany, iniziano ora! Tra resurrezioni, perfidi corvi, degni sovrani, magia, amore, bellezza, coraggio e molto altro ancora vi attendeno nelle mie storie ambientate dopo la sciagurata s8 "A Love of Ice and Fire" e la finora suddivisa in quattro parti "A Love of Spring"! Solo su Wattpad!

My Wattpad profile/ il mio profilo Wattpad

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La Canicule | a Jonerys drabble

sometimes all i think about is you late nights in the middle of june heat waves been faking me out can’t make you happier now

for @adecila​. happy birthday bestie!! ♥

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Gods, it was bloody hot.

Jon was shirtless and laid out on his floor, just because it was the coolest place in his flat. Even the couch felt too stifling in this heat. Truthfully, he was half-tempted to strip naked, but for the sake of his roommate, he kept the bare minimum on.

His building didn’t have air conditioning. Normally, it wasn’t needed, but Winterfell was in the middle of an unprecedented heat wave. He hadn’t been this hot and miserable since—

Since Meereen. Since he left Dany.

He dragged a hand down his face, gauging his thumb and fingers into his eyes against the inevitable assault of memories, but it was useless. He’d been thinking about her a lot lately.

Who was he kidding? He always thought about her, but the heat brought back the worst of it. It’d been so bad in the end…but it hadn’t always been like that, had it? 

Inner Demons | Mayfair Witches AU

Happy birthday, @moondancer71! You are my best friend, and honestly, this place would suck without you. 

Your talented creations and imaginative ideas are a gift to our fandom, and there couldn’t be a more fun, supportive and thoughtful person for those of us lucky enough to call you friend. 

Writing fic with you is such an effortless blast (well, as effortless as writing can be) and it’s beyond cool that our ideas jive so well together.

So 🥂 to you and the supernatural fics you bless us with along with a sprinkling of your “good girl agenda.” I hope you have a joyful day and a year full of joyful days to follow. 

P.S. I hope you like this fic (you know, once I finish it) and I know you’ll appreciate Jon being the loyal, sex demon I think we both were hoping Lasher would be 🔥

For generations, Targaryen women were known as powerful witches – at least until Dany’s mother died and left her in the care of her brother, Viserys. Jealous of her magic and possessive of her inheritance, he kept Dany locked away and ignorant of the secrets of her foremothers. 
Dany had long accepted her fate and that Targaryen magic would die with her. But then, as her 25th birthday approaches, a man half hidden in shadow begins invading her dreams. He’s devastatingly handsome and assuredly not human. Perhaps she should be afraid, but she finds herself intoxicated by his promises of freedom and everything she desires.
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Help me ob-gyn kenobi, you’re my only hope.

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She needed more midwife-clorians. 

I really hope everyone reblogging this followed the link and read the article, because it’s larger point is really good “Reproductive health and childbirth is a crutch, and Lucas gets away with it because his audience accepts that these things are mysterious and cannot be intervened with the way that that the loss of limbs can be remedied with robot prosthetics, or the way Luke can be rescued from near-death on Hoth by being submerged in a bacta tank. Having babies is worse than being mauled by a wampa ice creature or being chopped up by lightsabers and falling into a river of lava. Lucas can write a world like that, and worse, the audience will accept it. But uteruses aren’t made of malignant magic. Women’s bodies are real physical things that can be studied and understood and when necessary, cured. ”

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IDK about everyone else, but I’ve actually been certified as a doula and childbirth educator and worked in women’s health media for most of a decade.  All points valid, but “Help me OB-GYN Kenobi” broke me. 

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And this is how you can tell a story was written by men because pre-natal healthcare never even occurred to the writer. Women’s insides are a mysterious and magical place that no man either can fathom, or just just not want to think about, so in stories like this they just handwave it away as” dying in childbirth”.

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Help me, OB-GYN Kenobi.

I love how everyone’s like YES ALL POINTS VALID

But

“Help me OB-GYN Kenobi”

to be fair, it is a brilliantly executed pun

Singing Jonerys, with lyre & lute. Rhaegar and his musical talent got passed down ! And like him they are into love songs.

Daenerys sings "Amour, Amour" (from Peau d'Âne) and Jon sings "Our Secret" from Les Sept Vies de Léa.

I don’t want Dany to become Jon’s Queen Consort and neither I want Jon to become her King Consort. If they end up marrying at the ending of the books I want them to share the responsiblities of ruling as Queen and King. Being equals, just like their stories have been equally important so far.

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JON SNOW x DAENERYS TARGARYEN | THE VOW – REMIX | CHAPTER 2/8

Something Infinite

Without a reply he puts everything on the table, then they eat without talking, at least for a bit. Where usually, the silence between them is comfortable, this time it is not. After another long minute, she's the one who ends their suffering. “So, um, you know how I take my coffee.” He emits a soft snort. “Aye, you take it like I do.” We share it every day. “Oh, okay, noted,” Dany continues, in spite of his tone. “I, um, I have more questions, if you don't mind?” Pushing his plate aside, Jon takes a sip from his cup. “Sure.” “Well, first…” she bites her bottom lip and it's such a familiar gesture that it eases some of the tension off his shoulders. “We're married?”
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Ser Jorah Mormont apologized for his gift. "It is a small thing, my princess, but all a poor exile could afford," he said as he laid a small stack of old books before her. They were histories and songs of the Seven Kingdoms, she saw, written in the Common Tongue. She thanked him with all her heart.

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

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yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

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WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

King Tut was treated horrible as well because his father, Akhenaten, had been the Pharaoh to try and completely change the religious and cultural structure of Egypt which had been stagnating for a few hundred years. He moved the Capital away from Thebes, he rewrote the Egyptian religion under a singular god named Aten, which took a LOT of political power away from the religious priests. His wife was Nefertiti. Tutankhamun had a different name when he was born, Amenhotep.

We don’t know for sure how Akhenaten died, whether it was poor health or assassination, but Nefertiti died very soon after and disappears from all records. Tutankhamun is renamed with a more traditional name.

All of Akhenaten’s statues, temples, and murals are attempted to be destroyed as much as possible. The religion of Aten is scrubbed as much as possible. Power is wrestled back into the hands of the old priests where it used to be before Akhenaten tried to implement changes. Everyone tries to make things back the way they were before so they can once more control Egypt the way they used to. SO that they can have back that power.

8 year old Tutankhamun is made Pharaoh.