#jonathanjack

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jonathan-jack

        "You got a stalker."

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✉ ;)

jonathon-jack

[text] - Shut up…….

[text] - You re thinking too loudly

[tonyandhisbots-archive]

omg I know we haven't interacted much (see: like, at all omg omg) but - slides url over to you shyly anyway because she only lives once right -

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: I’m pretty sure I do. 

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because of Becca, and I liked what I saw when I creeped on your blog like the creepo I am.

Do We Role Play?: No we do not, this should be fixed in the near future. By which I mean now.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yes.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Hrm, I'm not sure right now. We haven't played yet (and I also need to watch Kings) but a man of the army and a man who makes the weapons, I'm sure we can make something painful with that. 

A Song For Our Muses: n/a as of yet.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: n/a as of yet

What I Think About The Mun: You seem nice, you also like fall/autumn which is my favourite season so you can't be some satanic overlord out to rule the world (that's my job hombre)

Overall Opinion: You're cute, also shy, donut be shy I'm a nugget. 

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 - I haven't interacted, only seen snippets, so I can't be too much of a good judge of blogness. Though aesthetics wise and from what I've seen in terms of writing, I approve a hella lot.

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jonathon-jack replied to your post “[ when it gets late/when i get too tired/when pat’s muse is too strong...”

ahahahah ahahah omg this is me (not pat, obviously, but yeah!)

[ iT'S SO HARD NOT TO especially if your muse is a night owl and you have trouble thinking clearly after like 2 ]

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"Also, you left that jacket in my car after you went home with that one 'friend' of yours. I'm keeping it."

[jewelofgilboa]

Fate Comes For All // jonathan-jack

It was like something out of a fairy tale -- two royals escaping into the night, a princess raised in secret -- and it many ways it was. After the assassination attempt on Silas had failed and his son had been sentenced, the prince up and disappeared, taking with him his newborn daughter.

The plan was to raise her somewhere far from Gilboa, where the two of them would be safe and where he could bid his time...waiting until Silas was weak and he could strike. The idea was to gather allies, but there was one he never counted on, one that would make all the difference.

Death.

For years ago, Silas Benjamin had made a deal with Death. In exchange for his daughter's life, he had promised her a Queen. A Sovereign whose reign would offer more souls to the entity than any other. Silas had thought himself safe. Clever. For his heir was a son. But he didn't know. Couldn't know.

That his granddaughter would be that queen. Not God's chosen, but Death's. And so Death would help Jack ascend the throne, take back his kingdom...for it would pave the way for what she was promised.

All of which was still new to Sarah. Foreign and slightly surreal. Something that was evident when she arrived in Gilboa. The dust had settled, the battled had subsided. And Jack had been declared the victor. All that was left now was to begin the reign of King Jonathan I. 

But the mansion was large and so different from their little home in exile, she found it difficult to sleep. Winding her way through the halls, she made her way into the library and slid onto the piano bench, gently placing her fingers on the ivory keys.

Time to see if those lessons paid off.