#loyaltiide

[titanslayer]

     @tofutacoexpert, can u confirm that @loyaltiide is, in fact, a weeb?

[cursedcurios]

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// LEMME SCREAM ABOUT MY OTHER KIDS

      carter’s enjoying this -- more than he reasonably should be. 

      but it’s not just ANY DAY he gets to watch his little sister, a girl who’s hosted a an egyptian goddess on multiple occasions -- argue with his maybe-not-really crush friend  ( that happened to be a greek demigod and, oh, just the savior of western civilization ) about who’d win in an arm wrestling competition: SET or ARES.

      so far, both have given valid points. set IS the egyptian god of chaos incarnate, basically, and could use his magic to an advantage; but ares has the brute strength and PIGHEADEDNESS to overcome whatever tricks set may have up his sleeve. 

      the funniest part about the whole situation? the fact that they’re sitting in the same diner booth that carter and percy had shared a post-’I almost got killed by a monster after trying to kill you first’ meal together. the other patrons are either ignoring their admittedly loud bickering and assuming they’re talking about something silly, like pro wrestling, thanks to The Mist  ( or whatever percy called it before )  ...oooooor they knew sadie would curse them out for interrupting. 

      he’d put in his own opinion some time ago, but now he was content to sit back in his side of the booth, sipping his milkshake and pretending that the goofy smile resting on his face isn’t because percy’s pouting at sadie’s insistent defense. 

[titanslayer]

     `i know the look,` and sally is infinitely more suited to it than percy is; it made percy look like a confused but concerned teacher. he’d have laughed if there wasn’t a lump in his throat. `maybe you should, uh — leave that to your mother.`

     he takes note of the warning to be careful, but doesn’t pay it much mind after; this is not the first time he’s had to clean up after a nightmare. nor will it be the last, jason thinks, deflating a little. past the irritation with himself, he’s a little embarrassed. before, only his stuff was affected, and now here he is — exploding bulbs in a stranger’s home, where he really should be more considerate.

     maybe he shouldn’t have stayed the night. as soon as sally gets back in, jason will thank her for the hospitality, and just — cut the weekend short. head back to camp. deal with his mess privately, where percy’s increasingly cautious voice wouldn’t get to him.

     `is there, like... a general store near by? i don’t really know this area so well,` a subtle hint that he needs some air. would it be dangerous to ask percy to come with him? two sons of the big three were bound to attract unfortunate attention, and it wouldn’t be worth the replacement bulbs. `just — gimme some directions. i’ll grab ‘em.` / @loyaltiide | continued.

[pelagaios-a]

@loyaltiide continued from [ here ]

  ♆                At first, honestly, he could say the idea had sounded pretty sub par. Stupid. Like, listen. He had eaten three pepper ice cream before. Spicy was nothing new to the well trained tongue. But ice cream smothered in hot sauce ??? Certainly was entertaining.

Eyebrows raised, smirk decorating his face. Spoon dripping red with spots of white peeking through. Humor lacing his tone. “Yes way.” Eyes taking in the all to familiar face before him, smile blinding as the spoon made its way into his mouth. With a hum of appreciation --- the mix of spicy and sweet not horrible --- before swallowing. Tapping the spoon against his mouth as he took a moment to ponder the aftertaste.

“I think we should add some more. The melted ice cream is offsetting the hot sauce. To much milk... I think Annabeth said something about that? Drink milk instead of water when your mouth is on fire? My mouth certainly isn’t on fire this is an outrage, sacrilege.”

[theblackfamilysheep]

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“Send 🆕 and I’ll respond as a character I have played or wish to play as!

Wish to: Mercury Black | RWBY

Mercury knew that he was an asshole, but it honestly worked well for him that his personality kept a lot of people away from him. Sure he was more social than say, Emerald, but he was still the type to get his best work done alone, observing from the sidelines. It’s how they’d known how to take care of Phyrra, and it wasn’t going to fail him now. 

Watching the situation ahead of him, Mercury smirked as he found his in. At this point they probably wouldn’t ever trust him again.. But this situation was what platitudes were for. Like ‘enemy of my enemy is my friend’ or ‘keep your friends close and enemies closer.’ “Ladies, I think what you need is some more help. And I’d be happy to lend a hand.”