#c:jon

[sm0kebreaks]

Kitty cat jmart for @milkteamoon ! Thank you for commissioning me!

[monsterboysrp]

the tie//henri & jon for @royal-descent

If it had been anyone else, Jon might have been offended by the sudden proclamation of his impending marriage. His sisters had had their pick of the boys in neighboring kingdoms, even his elder brother had had a say to whom he'd been betrothed, but Jon had simply had it thrust upon him. Then the explanation had been given -- that the human kingdom to the north was offering a marriage in exchange for political boons and elven magics. And they were offering the eldest, the one that would be king... which would also make Jon a prince-consort, and their firstborn would be first in line for the throne.

Still, it wasn't until the elven procession had made it to the palace gates, and Jon had laid eyes on his betrothed, that he let go of the resentment he was feeling about the ordeal. Henri was the very thing one pictured when one imagined a prince: tall, golden-haired, radiant in gleaming armor and a sunburst doublet. Well, he thought, maybe this won't be so bad after all...

He didn't get to see Henri at all until they were meeting at the altar due to the whirlwind of preparations. Garbed in silken robes of pastel green, with vines and flowers forming a train and encircling his head, his smile was genuine as he exchanged vows -- he didn't mind that the gods he vowed to weren't his own, the words were still honest. And while the kiss was chaste and polite, he hoped the grip of his hands on Henri's showed he was genuine.

The reception was well underway, the courtiers and aristocrats dancing the night away while the royals toasted the union; the guests of honor were seated in gilded seats raised from the audience. Jon's hand rested gently on the back of Henri's -- as propriety dictated, being his new prince-consort -- and he smiled, enjoying the music and the spectacle.

[postdistortion]

That is my greatest fear. That if I lost control, or did not have control, things would just

…you know?

[felixwinterdoesntcare]

Gay bars were easy. Easier than easy. You made eye contact with somebody you thought was cute, and ten minutes later you were exchanging numbers or giving him a blowjob in the bathroom. There really was no in between. But places like this one, the upmarket, modern club he had brought Kaelyn to in the hope of finding her somebody she might be interested in dating... that was far more complicated. He had scoured the room while they were talking, looking for anybody interesting who might potentially bat for his team, and the moment she seemed content, talking to a man who had taken the barstool next to her, he gave her a look that told her to call him if she needed him, and slipped away. There was a boy he had clocked earlier, somebody who looked his age. He was cute, probably a little more than cute if he was being honest, and his gaydar senses were tingling. With a quiet smile, he wandered the room until he finally found him, sitting alone at a nearby table, avidly staring at his phone. Placing a drink down in front of him, he raised his eyebrows, hoping he wasn’t about to be blasted by some toxic masculinity. Men liked to feel threatened, it had happened before. It was probably going to happen again if he continued to push his luck like this. “You, uh... you looked a little lonely.” He tried. “And my sister caught somebody’s attention so I’m being a gentlemen and leaving her to it.” @jonderobryne​

[olsencbb]

JAMES DEAN SUITE

“I’m apologizing for any future gags I will be pulling because Bernthal and I are in the same room together. For the next two weeks this room is officially World War Three zone, prank edition. Pick the winning side no or forever be up for grabs. By the way winning side is mine. No way that old man ever wins.”

@jfcshaym​ @cbbjon-bernthal​ @emilyjeanstone-x​ @cbbnina​ @andrewlxncoln​ @kristinecbb​ @cbbpose​ @cbbhqkatie​ @cara-delevingnecbb​ @bcooperrp​ @cbbfern​

[cbbkinney]

Emily was never really fond of her birthday. It brought back too many memories of terrible past ones that she thought it was best to leave the day be. Treat it as any other. Yet Jon knew that. But there were things Jon didn’t know and things she wasn’t going to bother him with. She wasn’t his problem anymore. With guitar case in hand, the blonde made her way to the small lounge where it was empty and set it down on a small table. Opening up the case, the smile on her face faded to white complexion of fear. This couldn’t be happening. This is why she stayed inside. Looking at the case, on top of her guitar was a picture of Emily recently out at the zoo. Hesitantly reaching out and picking it up, the corner of the picture and a small ‘xo’. He was back. Her fears confirmed. Slouching back  into the couch, she felt her panic start to rise as she stared at the picture in her hand. Not even realizing someone entering the room.

@cbbjon-bernthal

[mia-selwyn]

@the-dark-marks​

Normally there was a greater show of polite greetings and small talk whenever Mia first met with Jon, but there was no time for that. She had three different magical British newspapers in her hands that she placed down in front of him the moment they were alone. “They’re trying to make it look like we did this.”

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Closed // Jon // Something is Brewing

It was late–way beyond the point of what most would consider a social call. Sasha knocked softly not wanting to wake Meghan given the hour. Giving up she was digging for frantically for her cell when the door opened spilling light into the dark night. Grateful he answered all she could do was stare for a moment with red-rimmed eyes; evidence that it had been a very long night. She almost couldn’t speak as throat was thick with fear. Finally, finding her voice she spoke, “Thank the gods your home. I’m in trouble.” 

Giving a quick paranoid glance over her shoulder before walked past Jon and immediately began pacing like a cat in a cage once inside. “I understand if you can’t–but I really need help,” her voice was pitched higher than normal.