#loyaltyguided

[blackbeautybaby]

♡ℬ𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ♡

[crosaidi]

i gotta get me one of these! @loyaltyguided / cliche lines

“  Y’sure?  Bastards  eat  enough  for  three.  ”  He  grins  just  a  little,  giving  the  animal  a  pat  on  the  nose;  the  horse  is  a  rangy  animal,  no  warhorse  or  even  close,  and  with  a  tendency  to  be  tremendously  flighty  at  the  slightest  provocation.  But:  a  farmer  was  selling  him  for  cheap,  and  cheap  is  what  he  has  to  work  with  these  days,  and  it’s  fond,  besides.  “  Y’can  give  ‘im  a  pat  if  ye  want,  just  —  "  A  wary  eye  cast  up  toward  the  animal,  “  —  make  sure  he  sees  you.  ”

[lighthouseborn]

🎨. I would legitimately cry. Your art work is so beautiful.

If you send a 🎨 you might maybe get a doodle of ur character. (depending on how long my motivation holds out)

bonus transparent version. just for fun.

[storminmywake]

"John? Can we go ocean hedgehog hunting?"

"..."

If they were in a video game, there would have been a spinning buffering wheel over John's head. As it was, he just stared blankly at Azzie, desperately trying figure out what she meant by "ocean hedgehog", confusion only growing across his face with each passing moment that he tried to puzzle it out on his own. (He should be used to her descriptors by now, but they always catch him off guard).

"Zee, what - by all the stars - is an "ocean hedgehog"?"

[errantsouls]

@loyaltyguided — cont.

THE MARK. Another of God’s inventions — created as the lock and key to another cage, branded on him and trusted to him by his father. It’s corrupting influence was what sent him spiraling — both a curse and a willful force of its own, now tied to one of the most powerful beings in creation. 

His father had pulled the Mark off of him when he banished him to the cage, passed it to Cain — but the damage was done, and further aggravated by the time spent in the cage. ❝ He knew what it would do. He knew. And he gave it to me anyway, and then punished me when it did what he knew it would. ❞

He grits his teeth. ❝ You don’t know what it felt like. The anger. The power. The want to tear apart the world just to feel it bleed. The madness —— ❞ Fingers curl, teeth grit so hard his jaw creaks. ❝ It crawls up the back of my mind like poison. I feel it. I want it, sometimes. ❞  

There’s a cutting, cold rage in there, and unlike so many of their kin — the Morningstar burns cold, the air around him chilled. ❝ I love all of you. I still love him. And I hear your forgiveness. But it’s not —— ❞ His words drag to a halt, and get swallowed. ❝ I am what he made me. And there’s no going back. There’s no redemption. ❞ A rapid blink, and he swerves back to her words. ❝ —— why do you forgive? You were young when I fell. You owe me nothing. ❞

[crosaidi]

"I knew your kind as fragile." @loyaltyguided ⇢ bg3 sentences

A  brow  sharply  inclines,  and  there’s  a  moment  as  though  he’s  trying  to  decide  whether  to  be  offended.  It  doesn’t  last.  "  Fragile?  "  There’s  a  flicker  of  almost-humor,  and  his  brows  draw  in  as  he  gives  that  some  consideration,  and  follows  it  with  a  short  little  exhale.  "  As  opposed  t’what?  "  And  maybe  he  is:  he’s  flesh  and  bone  and  blood  and  there  are  so  many  things  out  there  that  are  both  immortal  and  made  of  some  or  none  of  those  things,  and  his  mortality  perhaps  should  be  humbling.

"  Well,  aye,  I  suppose  we  are,  when  compared  to  all  the  shit  in  all  the  realms.  "  Jaw  tightens,  briefly;  he  rolls  a  shoulder  in  a  shrug.  "  Rather  bleed  when  stuck  than  be  someone  who  don't,  anyway.  Maybe  it's  why  the  gods  don't  give  a  shit  about  any  of  us:  hard  to  when  you  don't  know  what  it's  like.  "

[storminmywake]

continued from here x | closed with @loyaltyguided

"Almost everything that lives 'nom nom nom things', Zee," he replied, trying not to laugh. "You nom nom nom things, even though I'm not sure that you need to."

Still, it somewhat narrowed it down. "Is it fish like or literally just a round-ish spiky thing that lives in the ocean?

[errantsouls]

@loyaltyguided — cont.

" Does it matter which ones? " There's something — vaguely impatient, exasperated, raw about it all. Dismissive: as though, categorically, the notion of individuality in humans is a mere afterthought. Of course: all of this comes down to a fate beyond the refusal of their pre-chosen vessels. Neither of which have said yes to either of them yet, despite the looming deadline and despite all the whispers of destiny. " I don't want to fight him. He's my brother. " Even so, even so. He looks keenly pained. " And that story? Is long, Azzie. Very long. "

You're not going to do anything stupid, are you. He blinks in a flutter. " What? No. " A hitch, a grimace. " Maybe. Yes. No. I don't know. " There's something haunted, a swift grimace that dismisses the thought. " What would you say would happen, if I just, " and a gesture of long fingers, " eliminated the game pieces? These —— Winchesters. We can't play the game if the chess pieces are broken, can we? "