#Tybalt Capulet 1996

[danyayeni2]

Haha remember when John said he wanted to incorporate flamenco into Tybalt’s moves? And yk how I analyze a bit of Tybalt’s outfit and I realize that his shoes closely resemble the shoes used for men when they would do flamenco?

ok so tbh I’m really just using my friend’s (@fluffycoffeebuns) tybalt parents HCS, and I’m adding my own

(I added the inspo pics below the sketch)

[tybaltcapuletslove]

My favorite Prozac taker <3

[mylas-stories]

You need me.

Yan! Tybalt x Innocent! Fem! Reader

(Cred to @/ cold--carnage for the divider)

(tw: murder, mentions of stalking) A/N: This is a gift for the lovely, @ladyinbl00d ! THANKS FOR THE IDEA :3

He knew how dangerous Verona was, but seeing his darling in the jaws of death realized just how much you needed him.

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The smell of smoke wafted in Verona's sinful air, with predators lurking all around. Yes, even in the holiest city, with Jesus and Mary peering down at their misguided children, the lambs of the mortal realm prance around in the jaws of the devil.

But you ? You were untouched, and your boyfriend, Tybalt, knew that too.

"Come on, Ty ! I'm just going to the store !" You desperately pleaded, with your arms around his neck, and your eyes repeatedly blinking at him, already leaving him in your innocent little trance. He knew about how you controlled him. One word, and he'd drop everything and do what you told him. But above all, he wanted your safety. He knew how being with him was dangerous enough, but in Verona? It's practically a death wish.

"This late at night? Come on, doll, be smart about this", his calloused hand caressed your soft cheek, and his other hand laid on your waist. He wanted you close to him tonight, and what's the harm in that? He spent his whole day making deals, interrogating civilians, signing off payments, dealing with his uncle's remarks about the future of the family. Times like those are why he's thankful that only his cousins know about you. 

You were his little secret. His little treasure. And he couldn't let anyone have you. Let anyone even see you. His poor lamb could be eaten alive by ravenous wolves, and what boyfriend would he be if he let that happen? No, no. That won’t do. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, “Ty, I am being smart about this! I’ve been out late at night before, and I was fine!” “You were near people.” “And I’ll be near people now! Besides, we need more groceries”, your hand laid on top of the one on your cheek, and you lean into his warmth. God, you’d kill him. “I’ll come back, untouched, unharmed. You know I will.”  But that’s what he hoped. He didn’t know whether you’d come back unharmed, untouched, or even alive. It scared him, and it beat him down. The ways you’d save him, regain his sanity, made him feel alive. A simple kiss from him would make him change his ways and become a new man. And he knew that good things would end for him. The black cat was always a foreboding omen of death, and he embraced it. But not for you. He couldn’t let Death part you both. He’d keep you locked in his heart, where no one can touch you, and-

An idea sprouted in his mind of barren soil. If you believe you’re so safe in the night’s embrace, he’d just have to show you it's dark reality, and let you run back to his light on “your own terms”.

(Divider cred to lilaquette) You skipped to the beat of the faint music of clubs and looked up at the lights. It was their deceitfully holy constellation. Booze dripped from the stars, and the smoke of the nocturnal lovers’ cigarettes could’ve confused anyone for the smell of a homely campfire. That’s what it was. Home. And, who’d be afraid of home? No one could break in, or hurt their home, not in your mind. “What was Tybalt so afraid about?” You asked yourself mentally. “The night is beautiful, and a time for people to be alive.” You simply reminisced on how you met Tybalt, not noticing a man in a black shirt and ski mask cornering you with one gun in his hand, and the other in his pocket. “Do you need any help with that?” You felt a nozzle on the back of your head, and you froze. You should’ve listened to Tybalt, but where did he come from? Why is he here for you? Never mind that, how will Tybalt feel? He’ll come back seeing you with cuts all over you…. will you even come back home? Your body tensed and shook as you heard a loud “BANG!” and sobbed, until you realized that…you were alive? No pain shot throughout your body, no injuries, and you heard a gun drop on the ground. It was the man that, you assumed, was about to rob you and…. Tybalt? His expression was solemn, as his freshly fired gun was twirled in his fingers. He walked over to you, but you quickly filled in the gap, almost causing the two of you to fall. “You were right, Ty! You were! I shouldn’t have gone out tonight! I-I should’ve stayed with you, and-” “Hey.” His simple words shut down your little ramble. “You’re safe now, doll. This night won’t hurt you anymore.” His arm snaked around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him. “Let’s go home, yeah?” “Yeah….” You leaned against his touch, all shaken up, as he appeared laid back, but was truly excited, but he wouldn’t show that. He wouldn’t show you that he slowly followed you to the store. He wouldn’t show you that he paid someone to scare you, not like he’d have to pay now anyways. He just wants to show you his care, his love. He knew you were going to come to him eventually. He knew you needed him.

(A/N: First Yan!Balt fic on this account, how we feeling?)

[mojogifs]

Tybalt Capulet - Prince Of Cats | John Leguizamo

Romeo & Juliet | Baz Luhrmann | 1996

[romeoeatzkorn]

R + J (1996) RANT

This is gonna focus mainly on Tybalt lmao

TYBALT AND MERCUTIO AREN’T OPPOSITES, THEY’RE TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

THEY ARE INHERENTLY THE SAME BUT ONE IS SEEN AS VIOLENT AND THE OTHER IS SEEN AS IMPULSIVE

THEY ARE ENEMIES FIGHTING THE SAME CAUSE

TYBALT WAS NOT SIMPLY A VOLATILE CHARACTER FOR NO REASON, HE WAS RAISED INTO THAT LINE OF THINKING BY HIS UNCLE AND AUNT (possibly his parents?) AND JULIET IS THE POLER OPPOSITE OF HIM, SHE IS NOT VIOLENT

SHE IS IMMATURE BECAUSE SHE IS A CHILD, HE IS MATURE BECAUSE HE WAS EXPOSED TO AND DESENSITIZED TO THAT SORT OF VIOLENCE

THEY ARE YIN AND YANG

SHE STARTS AND ENDS THE ACTION HE IS THE ACTION

SO WHEN HE DIES SHE DIES AS WELL, THEY ARE INTERCONNECTED

Idk why I wrote this

[fluffycoffeebuns]

Have this conversation between me and my sister ft. The R+J gang and her impression of them.

She gave me permission for this btw

[gxlden-switchblade]

the most gender ever

[heavymetalloverr]

Tybalt and Mercutio had such toxic homoerotic tension in this essay I shall

[veronabeachwherewelayourscene]

My only love sprung from my only hate

[onedayillthinkofacreativeuser]

The voices are telling me to do a ‘Tybalt lived cuz Romeo has shitty aim’ au

[greezleeamateurfotografin]

Tybalt Capulet

“Prince of cats”.

[danyayeni2]

guyz look who it iz....

[tybaltcapuletslove]

MERRY TYBALT-MAS EVE :))

[gxlds-doodles]

1996 tycutio in their party outfits. bc i love them <3

[possum-faking-d3ed]

I'm sorry but this outfit has been my obsession for the past three hours....

(Photo and Gif are from the 1996 Romeo and Juliet film.)

[romeoeatzkorn]

Thinking up new scenes for my R+J (1996) fic….

Like one where Tybalt pulls out a gun on Mercutio and gets his ass kicked by Lord/Fulgenio Capulet