#crewfromcapulet

[wearelxgion]

@crew-from-capulet​

“Yes I do! Lovely guy, very fun to be around! Very helpful, both him and Quinn!” They had after all answered all of her questions about this new place she was in.

“I’m Valgoria! Nice to meet you! And may I just say, that flower crown looks marvelous on you.”

#crewfromcapulet #The Charm Just Comes So Easily With A Side Of Chaotic {Valgoria Interactions}

[xcalibxr]

@crew-from-capulet got a starter thingy!

Seeing as he was here to meet a man about a job, Drake had dressed in the usual black getup--a dark turtleneck with leather trousers and strong-heeled boots with the standard accessories: dark gloves, dark shades, and a white scarf to stave off the afternoon chill that had set in from the morning.

The meeting place had been easy enough to find, and though Drake could be considered on time, he was early; however, as far as he was concerned, this was fine.

The man in question had connections to the underground and with people who were non-human, but blending in with human society. A quick sniff check--the third, in fact--told him, once again, that no, he did not smell like ash or smoke which could be seen as suspicious to humans, but there was a simple reason for that: he was a dragon hiding in plain sight.

Right now, the task was simple: wait, because he had the time to spare.

#v. firebreather / spn. #/ ic. #crewfromcapulet #/ I hope you can work with this !

[turkcentric]

continued from x // @crew-from-capulet.

Ah. This one had a bit of a mouth on him, and if he was another student, he’d just found himself WITHOUT a tutor. He’d taught enough smart-mouthed brats in the past few months, doing what was asked him despite his grumbling and complaining. Why he had to get the unruly ones Sadik simply didn’t know. Why he had to be a tutor at all was beyond the Turk as well.

“Be on your way then, Stranger,” the Turk replied, dismissing the other man entirely and got comfortable in his seat, propped up against the wall just outside his dwelling. “I’ve no interest in teaching yet another unruly brat with a smart mouth.”

#crewfromcapulet: kyle (kleitos) #with a springy step and mischievous eyes; /ic #au tbt

[godofsunandselfies]

@crew-from-capulet [Kyle]: The Guardian

Apollo stared morosely at the grand doors that led out of the castle that was his home. A scowl marred his expression, and arms lay firmly crossed over his chest, letting it be known to all who saw him how displeased he was with the most recent "task" his father had given him: a diplomatic mission to a neighboring kingdom, one ruled by none other than his uncle Hades.

Rather than facing his brother himself nor summoning the man to the palace to deal with whatever law or agreement or whatever sort of boring documents that had to be discussed, Zeus was sending Apollo off. "Consider it as training, to prepare you for the day you inherit the crown," had been his father's reasoning.

Apollo swallowed a groan. He hated the heavy political talks. He disliked the role that has been dumped onto him. And even more so, he hated that of all places, he was being sent off to Hades' kingdom - a place that he'd often be described to be boring, gloomy, and dark. Neither of the three being thongs that he liked. Not to mention that the journey there would take forever.

With a frustrated sigh, he grumbled. "Is it too late to just run off into the woods like my sister did? "

#royal au #crewfromcapulet #Kyle #cfc Kyle rp22 #Apollo #Phoebus Apollo

[diviinitatis]

@crew-from-capulet liked for an iconless starter

I have a proposition. In one hand, Alexander was holding a dye brush and plastic gloves. In the other, he held pet-friendly pink fur dye. Your tiger form, but pink. His smile screamed that this was the best idea he had ever had, or at least the idea he was most proud of in his life. Especially your ears and tail. Think about it! Like accent nails except it’s fur.

#|| Alexander; IC #alex no #crewfromcapulet

[ask-thediangelo]

💛 a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

//The Ghost King and his Significant Annoyance

@crew-from-capulet

#significant annoyance (will solace) #the ghost king (me) #cfc will solace #crewfromcapulet #answered asks #queue #pjo #hoo #toa #Nico Di Angelo #Will Solace #solangelo #moodboard pjo #pjoedit #mood board

[xviperinae]

 @crew-from-capulet​

It was a rare occurrence, especially for one of the blades she loved, because there was not a time when the blades where not taken care of with the utmost care and love from Viper. After all, why would you have the knives if you where not going to take care of them?

But once in a while, someone got in a hit at just the right spot, or she had missed something in the caring for them. And a weapon got damaged. Or broken. And it always hurt her soul to see it.

Knocking on the door to the house before peeking in, glancing around for a second. “Hello? Anyone here? I’d ask if I can come in but that ship has sailed.”

It was an afterthought really, that maybe most people don’t just step on in. But then again, she was already inside so much as well start making her way around to check if she could find who she was looking for or just someone who knew where Quinn was.

#crewfromcapulet #Me facepalming at my own muse for her lack of manners

[littleshopofmysteries]

Blade@Marin: Fly on the wall

Send ‘fly on the wall’ for a Drabble of my muse talking to someone else about your muse

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“So--”

“If you know what’s good for you, shut your trap, Ira,” snarled Marin, shooting the annoying shadow that loomed over her shoulder a particular scathing glare.

Silence carried for a good while. Long enough that Marin relaxed herself, her muscles easing from their strained position (ready to fight Rosie’s “hound”; though she knew that it would only ever be her doing the fighting) and her focus centering on her current commission. The silence was maintained long enough that as Marin carefully sculpted the soft graceful features of the statuette, she flinched when Ira’s rumbling tone sourced from her front.

“She seems nice,” was all the gago had to say. He stood in front of her work table, hands clasped behind his back, head tilted in an angle that many would find familiar in their mutts. He was the poster boy of the word “innocent”, but she knew him long enough to tell by the crinkle in his eyes that the ass was smiling.

Marin huffed. “She is.” Hopefully, he would drop it now that she gave him an actual answer.

Surprise. He didn’t.

“You talked with her for quite a while.”

“Bwiset ka - ha! I know you’re practically starved for interaction but that doesn’t mean you can just listen in on people’s conversations!”

Ira continued on, not at all commenting, nor even flinching, at her outburst. “You allowed her to approach even though you were working on that figurine of yours.” He nodded his head towards the partially featured little figure set on her desk, as if she needed a reminder of her workload. “You never allow people to interrupt you.”

And yet here you are, interrupting me. That was what she wanted to say - what she would have said if this were just any other land-dweller Ira was nosying about. What she ended up saying (embarrassing enough) was: “I like talking to her. Is that so much of a shock?”

He arced a brow. 

Marin rolled her eyes in silent defeat. Yeah - even she knew how off the norm that was. Since the very day that Rosie and Parisa had dragged her half-burnt and half-dead ass in to the shop, interacting with her was a guarantee to be sent to a hospital totting a whole chunk of flesh missing from your person. It was why she chose this position: an artist; a crafter for all of Rosie’s magical little knick-knacks. It kept her in her comfort zone and out of customers’ flesh - most of the time.

Had she been how she usually was, Blade would have just been another bloody tally in her track record of maimings. But she didn’t act how she usually was with Blade. (And that scared her.)

“Look, like you said, she’s nice. She’s not annoying, okay? And because of that I don’t mind having her drop by once in a while to interrupt my day,” she said, annoyed. “Now, you nosy mutt, leave me be.”

There was that damned crinkle again. Bastard was all smiles - looking far too much like his twin in doing so. “I see that you like her enough that she is now a muse for you.”

What?

She focused back on the statuette and, sure enough, the features she had carved out on the would-be tranquility charm held a glaring resemblance to a certain werewolf in her life.

Her sculpting tool went sailing across the room with a shriek as Ira, laughing loudly, dissipated before it could lodge itself into his eye.

#served with a smile (answered asks) #crewfromcapulet #Blade/Marin #cfc Blade/Marin

[mudbirthed]

@crew-from-capulet​ liked for a starter

     Landon finished off his beer and did his best to ignore the taste. You never really got completely used to it. ❝Working with supernatural kids... it never gets easy.❞

#crewfromcapulet #𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁 [ verse 001 ]

[legendsuntcld]

@crew-from-capulet​ liked for a starter from alexander!

Daylight fatigues Alexander like few things do. His entire biology screams against being active in the daytime, even though all the blackout curtains in his home are drawn and casting the entire place into darkness. Most of the time he gives in to this desire, but today he’s up reading Victor’s new brief about hunter activity in Gruene, Texas. Why the governing vampire can’t take care of that problem, Alexander doesn’t know, but she will get an earful when--

his head tilts sharply toward a noise that, however faint, shouldn’t be there. It could be his cat, Napoleon, getting into something he isn’t supposed to, but his instincts are firing, screaming at him to go check up on it. His cane is resting next to him and he grabs it, padding silently in the direction he thinks the noise came from. After poking his head in a few rooms, he finds nothing, but on the last one, he spots a man. Alexander sweeps into the room without making a noise, gaining on the man almost instantly and pressing the bottom end of the cane against his back, anchoring him in place.

You’re not my cat.

#crewfromcapulet #this got surprisingly long lmaoooo #👑 → Alexander; IC

[thwipiism-archive]

@crew-from-capulet​

            Peter let out a huff. “Y’know, if you don’t come over here and give me a kiss within the next five minutes I’m fairly sure I’m gonna die from lack of affection.”

#crewfromcapulet

[wearelxgion]

@crew-from-capulet​

It had crossed her mind for a minute or two, wondering when the communications had gone down, at what point her ability to contact Artimus had been taken from her, not that she would have been able to fix it anyway. Anything that had to do with technology was like it was from another world for her.

It was a laughable thing really, in this day and age. But for now her mind was only on getting back to where she needed to be.

The job had been a dangerous one, taking a little longer then what she had thought it would take, though only by a day or two. Letting out a small sigh of relief when Viper saw the building she was going to, half wondering if she should turn back and go home for a nap first.

Though it seemed only fair that she let Artimus know that she had gotten the job done.

Knocking on the door in front of her, Viper leaned on the wall next to the door while waiting for it to open, wondering for a second if he was still in this place or not.

#Armed With A Knife In One Hand And A Friendly Wave In The Other {Viper Interactions} #crewfromcapulet #HERE WE GO I WROTE SOMETHING XD

[xcalibxr]

Bingo

From: Crew

-from-capulet Artimus

Hmm... ‘Crew’--whoever they were--submitting a bingo was ... incredibly interesting, but the information that was there provided some info into this person’s mind, and while this was simply a game, it was a decent bingo sheet even if there was not even one bingo to be had.

Once again, it was only a game.

“Thank you for playing my game, whoever you are. Your choices are interesting, and it seems as though you are not so bad a person.”

#/ submission. #crewfromcapulet #crewfromcapulet: artimus #/ dino bingo.

[turkcentric]

crew-from-capulet Kleitos: ❝ oh, it’s a few cuts and brusies— i’m fine. ❞

SYFY's 'Alice' Sentence Starters

Ah.

Having Kleitos as a soul mate was something that Sadik was still adjusting to, but he couldn't deny that there was concern thrumming through him at the sight of the other man cut up and bruised even though in the grand scheme of things, it was all relatively minor.

A frown tugged at the Turk's lips as he looked the younger man over again, and after a moment, teeth worried at his lower lip; one hand came up to scratch at the back of his head lightly.

"Alright," Sadik responded eventually, gazing turning elsewhere--towards his home. It could use a good sweeping out... and yet his gaze briefly turned to Kleitos once more, concern still flickering in his honeyed gaze.

#crewfromcapulet: kyle (kleitos) #crewfromkapulet #if anything he'll be honest; /ic ask reply #sadik vc: ... ... oh. ... ... ok.

[godofsunandselfies]

@crew-from-capulet Kyle: "Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight..." the vampire murmured, his hands resting on his shoulders. He didn't like Apollo going without him any more than he liked Nico doing the same. It was his trial though. If Kyle interfered he worried he might die, and as much as he didn't want that, he wanted to do that to Apollo even less.

"Noted." He released the arrow. It soared through the air and slammed right into the head of the crude mock-up of Nero that his children so kindly made for him. The sheer force sending the head right off. (He's spent so long without his godly strength, he's forgotten how to handle it.)

For once, Apollo had no quips to throw or sly remarks - not much of a smile either. His final trial was looming over him and the danger of Nero and what remained of his forces as well. The tension of it all radiated from him - his worries, his fears - and the camp itself was no different.

Camp Jupiter's new praetor, Hazel, and her beloved right hand, Frank, had come along and were now deep in conversation, a mock war council, with Nico, Camp Half-Blood's new leader, what with the absence of Percy and the passing of Jason, and the other cabin councilors, discussing the extent of Nero's forces and what needed to be done to prepare for a possible attack. Ella and Rachel, his beloved oracle, had been busy translating the prophecies of his final trial - all to unearth where exactly he needed to go to face off against Python. The very atmosphere of Camp Half-Blood was... like a bomb, seconds away from going off. There was less laughter - more grim faces as they all were waiting for the next big battle.

A heavy sigh ripped through him. "I hate this, " he mumbled, twirling another arrow in his hand - anything to keep the nervous energy from driving him nuts. "Hate the idea of facing Python again. Hate this new war. I just..." He shook his head. "I just hope this will end well. For everyone."

#Kyle #crewfromcapulet #v: road to redemption (mid trials of apollo) #Apollo #pjo #hoo #toa

[ask-thediangelo]

@crew-from-capulet / Tarrek: [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

(v: uncontrolled anger)

"Oh!" Nico jolted upright. Some modicum of awareness returning to him; though exhaustion still gripped him with how he sagged in his seat. "...Right. I should eat something. Sorry."

It was clear that the young demigod had a rough night. Another nightmare robbing him of a full night of sleep.

#crewfromcapulet #crewfromcapulet / tarrek #v: uncontrolled anger #pre-labyrinth #Nico Di Angelo #pjo