#aidan capulet

[incorrectandjuliet]

Romeo, upon finding out Juliet is on her period: I hope you have lots of surgery stuff!

Juliet: SURGERY??

Romeo: SUGARY I MEANT SUGARY

Romeo: FUCK

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hiya! Can I request something for your event for THE GREATEST ✩°˖🫐 ⋆｡˚꩜? (if you say no too bad you get to at least look at the request) maybe some art of demigods causing chaos at Camp Half-Blood? Maybe some characters we know, maybe some we don’t. Ok thank you bye 👋 ✌️

yay I get to talk about my favourite thing in the whole world: Cabin 12

okay first drawing is Castor and Pollux [but everyone calls him Ollie] obviously. To me they're albino I don't know why. Been at camp maybe five or six years. Castor is the slut character type but he's also cottage core [and if you've read school bus graveyard he's a chill version of Aidan lol]. Ollie's studying to be a paramedic and move to NY with Chris so he's always reading despite the dyslexia. Has social anxiety. Their dad was killed in a drunk driving accident.

[the second drawing's Rachel obviously. her snakes are called Capulet and Montague]

The big drawing is my OC, Teqi for short, a daughter of Dionysus. This drawing is after two books of angst and character development and healing, so trust she does not usually look this classy. Went insane at one point, is a human speaker, may be a mortal god [the lore is a work in progress let her cook] she eventually goes blind via injuries but here it's only one eye. got to camp with her twin brother, Tony, [deceased. battle of Manhattan] when they were like four. She likes action movies. Works out a lot. Eats chocolate pudding. She's the head counsellor despite being one or two years younger then Castor and Ollie.

I also have two more Dionysus kid characters feel free to ask about them I will draw them specifically for you let me talk about my cabin 12 please please please

she's also the main character of my xleovaldez fic on AO3 and Wattpad [wattpad has the moodboards and extra drawings so I recommend going there if you wanna read <3]

[twitchydoodle]

The Small Fries

A group formed by Josefina containing a very small portion of the lost humans of Nowhere Forest (working title???). The group living in a tree house Josefina built on a large ancient tree. Why that name though? Mostly to annoy Aidan. Some humans form groups, some like to survive solo - like Josefina, once she figured out what was happening. Said forest containing some evil, some good, some just weird. Basically, one hell of a nightmare but in reality. Those who are lost in said place either die of old age or by gruesome death, old or young. For this forest do contain some wacky, messed up creatures and wacky but slightly familiar places - mimicking the outside world a bit. But, there are also chill ones like my girl Elise over there <3  

As you can see, I have a story for them in the works - finally. Though I wanna show it rather than tell, and display who the characters are as a person. That might take a bit tho lol

Commission Sheet

[fair-verona-rpg]

Aidan Capulet

[isnt-it-loverly]

little birdie (4)// five hargreeves

Warnings: blood

Summary: When Five lands in the Sparrow Academy, he must convince one of them to help him reset the timeline. 

Word count: 1800

Author note: sorry if this is bad, ive been in a rut as of late. Once again thank you so much for all the love and support. I hope you enjoy :)

part one, part two, part three part five

You knocked softly on the door of apartment 217. An elderly lady opened the door with a bright smile on her face. 

“Hello, my little birdie! It's been so long!” She said while pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. The wool of her sweater scratched against your skin, and the smell of freshly baked cookies and wild flowers filled your nose. She pulled away and placed her gaze on Five. 

“Oh, you’ve brought a friend!” She added gleefully. 

“Yes, Granny, this is um… Aidan! We met at the karate class my father has me in,” You explained. You hated lying to such a sweet old lady, but you knew the truth would be too much for her to understand. Plus you really didn’t have the time to explain everything. 

You turned back to Five and have a shrug of your shoulders. He was right, he didn’t need a normal name. Five was just too fitting. She moved closer to him and grabbed his cheek, making him very uncomfortable. 

“You’re father is just terrible for making you kids do that! Look how roughed up the pair of you are, come inside and we’ll get you cleaned up” She said solemnly. 

Five walked beside you and grabbed your arm firmly. Pulling you to the side he whispered a quick “what the hell” in your ear. 

“She thinks she’s my grandma,” you replied bluntly, “just go along with it.” 

Five sighed in exasperation, this was not helping him find his siblings. He followed you into the apartment begrudgingly, trusting that you were not just yanking his chain. The old woman excused herself and said she would bake a fresh batch of cookies. After she left you grabbed his sleeve and whispered, “follow me.”

You lead him into a side bedroom. It was small and quaint, very homey compared to the academy. 

“Remember when I said that I’ve lived a million lives? Gertrude was one of my first, I got stuck in her mind for weeks, and I learned a lot about her. Her husband died right before I got trapped in her noggin, so I switched some memories then added some new ones. I’ve been visiting ever since,” You explained. 

“Do your siblings know?” He asked, worry dripping in his tone. 

“Not to my knowledge, I don’t think they’d appreciate me having a life outside the academy,” you answered with a shrug. 

Five was utterly perplexed by you. You were an enigma, so eager to trust others, so kind, and selfless. How did you end up so different from the others? He watched as you opened a drawer of the cedar chest that was in front of the bed. 

“Sometimes, I like to take things from the people I’ve been. Just as little reminders. I think I have some clothes in here that might fit you,” you said with extreme focus. You pulled out a tee-shirt and jeans, something Five was not accustomed to. He turned his nose slightly.

“I’d rather choke on my own tongue than wear that,” He groaned. 

You shook your head in annoyance, pulling out a set of clean clothes for yourself as well. You enjoyed civilian wear, it made you feel normal and secure- something your academy uniform could never. 

“Just put on the damn clothes before I make you short stack,” you snapped back. Your eyes glowed s brighter blue for a moment and Five now knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter. 

“At least turn your back,” he grumbled in response. 

You gave him a small laugh and did as you were told. You crawled to the other side of the bed and slipped on your new clothes as well. After a few minutes, Five gave you the clear. 

“Wow, unknit that eyebrow and wipe that frown off your face, and you look almost normal,” You said with a smile. 

It was true, he looked like a regular ole teenager. Something you know that he has never been. You give him a look over before your eyes stop at his forearm. An umbrella tattoo, of course, he would have one. 

Five noticed you staring, he followed your gaze to his arm. He lifted it so you could see it better, and an ever-present scowl on his face. 

“Do you have one?” He asked. 

You nodded solemnly and pushed up your sleeve. You placed your arm against his, the bird and the umbrella practically touching. You wondered why your Father loathed them so much and then it was quiet for a moment. 

“The houses of Capulet and Montague,” you spoke up in a mocking tone. 

“I didn’t ask you to betray your entire family,” He said. His voice was deep and rough, a sense of anger could be detected. 

“No, but you really twisted my arm showing me the whole apocalypse thing. I’m an empath idiot, your feelings became mine,” You were quick to snap back. 

Five liked that about you. You were nice and helpful, but you also knew when to stand your ground. He could compare you to a coin, two different sides yet well balanced. A perfect equilibrium. 

“I’ve helped you,” you murmured, “now I think you owe me.” 

He raised an eyebrow at you, curious and intrigued at what you were going to say. 

“I’ve only done this once and it didn’t end well. I need you to keep me grounded, do whatever it takes to get me back. My father believes that I can project my consciousness onto someone without looking into their eyes, so I’m going to try to do that to your sister, Allison,” you explained. 

“You said it didn’t end well? What happened?” Five asked, very concerned. 

“It takes a lot out of me, I couldn’t get into anyone’s mind and it almost killed me,” You confessed. 

“I’m sorry, did you say killed?” He responded wide-eyed. It warmed your heart that he was at least concerned about you. 

“Look, do you wanna find your family or not? Unless you have a better plan?” You asked with a slight raise of your voice. 

Five shook his head, knowing that this was the best plan You sat on the plush bed, curling your fingers around the soft comforter. You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes tightly. Running the fabric between your fingers you counted every stitch. You pictured his sister’s face in your mind, paying extra intention to her eyes. Five watched intently as you did, he was worried about you- you were an important asset and a powerful ally. It would be a shame if you died. Your eyes opened abruptly and to Five’s amazement and horror there was just white and a soft blue emanating from them. 

When you opened your eyes again to find yourself sitting at a kitchen table. Looking up you see Allison sitting across from you, intently reading the newspaper. If she was there, then who were you? Looking down and the palms of your hands the words ‘hello’ and ‘good-bye’ were splayed across them. 

“Well shit, I’m the pretty one,” You mumbled to yourself. Although you were very glad and very surprised that you had managed to pull this off, you would have to thank your father for the extra training the past few months. 

“What are you on about now, Klaus?” Allison said utterly unamused. 

“Actually it’s number five. Not your Five, the other five. Sparrow Five. Ya know what I’m rambling, I’m (Y/n),” You spit out quickly. Holy shit this man’s brain was fried. Everything was happening at a million miles an hour, you couldn’t keep up.

You watched as her expression changed, she stood up abruptly in the same fighting stance Five had used earlier. Her eyes watched you like a hawk and if looks could kill you’d be dead. 

“Your family killed my brother, now I swear if you harm one hair on Klaus’ stupid head. I’ll end you,” She spat venom dripping in her words. 

“He’s not dead! Five is very much alive, and we’re looking for you guys. So all we need is an address and we will be on our way,” You replied with a smile. 

“Yeah right, why would I trust you?” She questioned. 

“Look, Five is hurt really badly. This astral possession thing is gonna knock me on my ass, I won’t be able to protect him from my siblings. If you don’t help us, well, we’re both already dead,” You said in a somber tone. 

 You could tell that the gears we’re winding in her head. You felt a pain in your head that radiates in your chest, you coughed slightly and blood appeared on your hands. Shit its starting, you couldn’t stay much longer. You felt blood begin to slowly drip from your nose. Double shit with a cherry on top.

“What are you doing to him?” She yelled.

“Allison,” you choked, “he needs you.”

“Fine, just stop whatever you are doing to him!” She yelled in fear of her brother, Moments later she revealed the address, perfect that’s all you needed. Now you could get back and share your triumph. 

You closed your eyes tightly and the world began to spin. Round and round, faster and faster.  Until finally, you felt your legs give out but you didn’t hit the floor. You opened your eyes slowly to find yourself in Five’s arms. He was looking down at you, fear present in those emerald eyes. He let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God, you started pouring out blood like a fountain. I thought you were dead,” He scolded. He sounded like an old man when he spoke, it was almost endearing. 

You touched your nose and wiped away some of the fresh blood, staring at it intently. You felt so weak, that was too much and you vowed never to do that again. The cost was far too high. You sat up and you felt Five’s hand on your back- ready to steady you if you need it. You had really scared him, he didn’t know why. He had just met you, so why did the thought of losing you hurt so badly.

“I did it,” You mumbled hoarsely. 

“Did what?” Five whispered in a soft voice. The tone was foreign even to him, but right now he felt like you needed a friend and not a sarcastic asshole. 

“I found them, I found your family. They aren’t far from here,” You breathed out. 

Five hugged you tightly and gave you a sincere thank you. You hugged back gently, you couldn’t remember the last time someone hugged you. It was a feeling you could get used to, warm, secure, and safe. You also couldn’t remember the last time you felt any of those things. Perhaps these umbrellas weren’t so bad after all.

“Come on,” You said breaking away, “let’s get some of those cookies, hit the road, and get you back to the right timeline.”

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[fair-verona-rpg]

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tw: death

Out of Character

Alias: Lace.

Preferred Pronouns: She/Her.

Age: 21+.

Timezone: EST.

Anything else? Nah.

Character

Name: Aidan Capulet.

Birthdate and Age: November 30, 1982. 36 Years.

Preferred Pronouns: He/Him.

Faceclaim: Casey Deidrick.

Family Affiliation: Montague.

Profession: Retired Italian Armed Forces, Owner at Daze (Full service specialty restaurant with attached bakery, focusing on edibles).

Claim: Unclaimed.

Children: No.

Designation: Dominant.

What is their symbol?: Watercolor shield tattoo, Inside right forearm.

Kinks: Edging, Orgasm Denial, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Begging, Bondage, Body Worship, Praise, Spanking, Choking, Marking.

Anti-kinks: Scat/Bathroom Play, Arm Pit Worship, Humiliation, Diapers, Littles.

Biography:

Aidan was raised to respect the boundaries put in place to maintain the perfection that was the family name. His parents took pride in making sure they embraced the stereotype, trying to force that silver spoon into his mouth when he always seemed far more willing to choke them with it. Even from a young age, the man fostered his own rebellious streak, a creative with a very dangerous outlet. As far as masterpieces went, his would always be a mess, which explained the way his family began trying to sweep him under the rug from what seemed like the very beginning.

This was probably the same reason they agreed to allow him to join the Italian Armed Forces the second that he was old enough for it, it was the perfect out. They could sweep their dirty little secret under the rug, hide him away where he couldn’t keep trying to poke holes in that illusion that everything, and everyone was so damned put together. This worked for both him and his parents though, the perfect excuse to leave everything that they were behind - the chance to breathe, the chance to just be himself without having to carry the burden of that surname around with him.

He served more than what would be considered his time, taking on additional duties in his specialty, medicine. It was an unlikely field for someone who seemed like such a mess from the outside looking in, but the minute anyone got close enough to understand - they could feel his passion. It was almost infectious, a disease that absolutely no one suffered from, until he’d experienced war. The first time it seemed like he might survive, might be able to put himself together. The second time, hope still held on, but it was the third that broke him.

Retirement came to him shortly after that last experience, the one that left him with scars he didn’t talk about, night terrors he didn’t explain, and a little more broken than he had ever been before he left. Perhaps it was that touch of death that he’d felt, the way that loss threatened to consume him, that gave him the conviction to abandon the ideals that he’d been born into - but whatever it was, it pushed him closer and closer to his Montague claim, becoming one of the first to volunteer to bridge the gap between the two families.

After all, he’d been accused of behaving more like one of them his entire life, hadn’t he? It only seemed fitting, and it was. It was probably the same reason he’d learned to follow his talent, to chase that same passion he had for medicine in cooking. After a few years of being back home. he opened the restaurant - and God, did it work. There were lines out the door, magazine articles, full spreads dedicated to his so called redemption story, accompanied by smiling pictures of him and his submissive. It seemed the change was what he needed to learn to live, live for himself, and live for all he’d already lost. It was the complete change, the absolute polar opposite in his path that made it so much more worth following.

Tragedy was always common ground though, a nasty memory ready to rear it ugly head, and it did. A year after their Claim, that same submissive was taken from him. Perhaps it was the extension of his fifteen minutes of fame, or maybe it was all the baggage, he never really got a rhyme or reason. Instead, he was left with a two word letter overnight, like some sick joke. That same letter still sits in his desk at home, too much to throw away, and not enough to heal that particular hurt.

He was gone from the restaurant for months, not daring to return until he’d pieced himself back together, using stitches of all varieties to even appear whole again. Now, he’s putting one foot in front of the other while he tries to cope with the steadily approaching anniversary of the death of his claim.