#capri things

[sketchupnfries]

Some quick end day warm down sketches of some of the Bad Batch boys and Omega. That Crosshair capri sun comic has been living rent free in my head for a few days now

[nasirsagron]

Saw Damianos of Akielos all up in Laurent of Vere's business.

Likely place for him to be.

[cg-sunnyd]

💥rip 'em up.📒

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"you're awfully quiet today, love," your caregiver says softly as they come into the living room. you'd finished up with your classwork for the day and had settled on the couch, flicking through tv shows with little interest.

you shrug without any other response, not particularly in the mood to chat. there's a tense bubble in your stomach and part of you knows that if you say anything, it'll be mean for no good reason. you can feel your caregiver's eyes on you, and you scowl slightly.

"i'm just watching tv," you say, despite the fact that you've yet to choose anything in the last twenty minutes, "you don't have to stare at me." your words are snappier than you meant and immediately you regret them when your caregiver hums and turns away without saying anything else.

now you're angry at yourself, too. that wasn't fair, wasn't nice. but you're never nice, you think to yourself, you're just really good at acting like it. really, you're just-

your internal spiral is paused by the return of your caregiver, hefting a cardboard box. they don't look upset, but your stomach twists anyway. before you can fumble out an apology you hope sounds genuine, they wave you over. the box is full of notebooks- you recognize some of them as notebooks from previous classes, from high school. they're all half-used, with too much unused paper to want to throw away.

you give a look to your caregiver who pulls out a notebook and hands it to you.

"...i don't wanna write. don't wanna draw or scribble either," you say with a frown, knowing that you've done those things in the past. the idea of accidentally breaking a crayon right now makes your stomach twist again.

"then you don't have to," they say simply, settling onto the floor across from you, the box between you both. "but we've both been wanting to tear out the used papers from these notebooks, right?" you watch silently as they take a notebook and star tearing out the pages, delicately. one by one. you stare down at the one in your hand and frown.

you open the cover and tear out one page. and then the next. and then another, and another, and-

soon enough, you're just ripping pages out. your caregiver simply passes you a new notebook when you've torn out all the used paper, not stopping you from the frenzied pace. some of the notebooks end up more torn up than others, spirals mangled and the covers ripped up too.

your face is hot and angry tears sting your eyes, but your caregiver doesn't tell you to calm down or take a big breath. they let you rip and tear, paper shreds scattering the floor. you've gone through several notebooks before the pace slows and you hiccup. you rub your eyes angrily, your cheeks damp. it just makes you mad again and you toss the notebook away, flopping back onto the hard living room floor.

"s'not fair!" you shout, mostly up at the ceiling. you flail your arm at the pile of torn up paper around you, kick the box at your feet. there's a quiet shuffle as your caregiver scoots back a bit, just enough to give you a bit more space. you tug your hood down and shout into it, the fabric not exactly muffling the sound. it's just an explosion of words, of every little thing and every big thing.

by the time you go limp on the floor, your head hurts, your throat hurts, and your sleeve is damp with tears and snot.

"...you want a hug or do you want some more time, love?" comes the careful, soft voice of your caregiver. they'd sat there the whole time, just letting you rip and tear, kick and flail, get it all out. when you sniffle and nod, they move over, taking your head into their lap. "that was a lot, huh? you had that in you for a while, little love."

you sniffle again and nod, hiding your face in their shirt. you don't want to look up at them, and they don't make you. they just gently rub soothing circles into your back. they don't ask you to get up, even though the floor really isn't the most comfortable place. they don't keep talking either, just letting the room settle into a silence that's far less heavy than before.

"...nhm." you just grip their shirt tighter. maybe later you can talk about it - maybe while cleaning up all that torn paper. maybe you won't, and it'll happen all over again. but there's a bit of relief loosening that bubble in your stomach- it's not gone, not by any stretch of the imagination. but it's a bit looser, a bit less heavy.

and for today, that's enough.

[andy-clutterbuck]

1x04 - What We | The Ones Who Live

[creations-by-chaosfay]

If you're interested in textile art, please understand it will not end at one of the arts. Interested in weaving? There are many different types, so now you're learning about the culture these styles come from, and with that comes learning about their clothing. Now you're interested in learning how to sew clothing, and much of it has some kind of embroidery. So you do research and see how beautiful it is, and different types of embroidery exist. You decide to learn embroidery and get curious about lace because often they're seen together.

Prepare for a journey and get real good at organizing. You'll soon lose space because of supplies and tools.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

compilation of damen “my wife is a bitch and i like him so much” moments i clipped/highlighted during my first reading. it may seem that damen is professing dislike for laurent in some of these, but i'm certain that in books 2&3 he'd write the insults in glitter gel pen with little hearts in the margins. he enables laurent's evil zoomies (usually to the detriment of everyone else around them) with equal parts affection and horrified fascination. damen knows his dog will bite everyone in a ten foot radius, but still takes him to the park unleashed because the foul beast needs enrichment. he posts pictures of laurent terrorizing the neighborhood on instagram and describes them as #cute in the caption. if anyone tries to suggest otherwise they are blocked on sight.

honorable mention to this quote from book 1 which doesn't quite fit the theme but still made me laugh very hard:

[mysteryofvampires]

C S Pacat's books are still original and I love that!!

They don’t really go after what's trending. Try searching for over sexualised Fae in their works, I challenge you.

They don’t have blank self-insert female main characters without a personality (not only because most of their main characters are male) and so called "dark, broody book boyfriends" which can easily replaced with one from any other book.

Their characters are actually so unique and fleshed out. Like do you know any other character in a famous booktok books who is an ancient warrior being reborn in a dead girl's body or a character who is literally the last unicorn? I don't think so!!

Also there are non white characters who are really important for the story e.g Violet (one of the main characters) and Justice who serves as the person to introduce her and Will to the ancient World.

Yes, they use popular themes un her books. Like the classical fight between light and dark (Dark king and his army vs Stewards and the Lady), but it's written so well.

Yes, their writing is also very good and the worldbuilding is so much better than in many books.

Also there are so many different kinds of relationships. We have romantical love, love between siblings and we have a fucking well written, not sexualised, platonic love relationship between a girl and a boy!!!

We stan!!

[red-moon-at-night]

I find it so SO interesting that as soon as Kazui's breaking their marriage vows and revealing his true feelings (literally tearing apart the dove), the wife is already falling off the balcony

Her hair is fluttering in the wind. The apple fucking splatters on the ground this whole sequence is so visceral I'm spinning it around in my mind. Kazui views his truth telling as a violent act, the killing blow.

[24601orwhatever]

JUDAS’ SUPERSTAR COSTUME

(across multiple productions)

god bless this musical for having one bajillion different versions

[moonchild-in-blue]

You know what? I really wanna eat a sandwich with Vessel. We don't even have to talk or anything like.

I just want to sit at a table across him, get a few Capri Suns, a bag of crisps torn open between us, a nice sandwich each, and just eat in silence.

🧃😐🥪 🍟 🧃😐🥪 <- like this

[bluebutter-art]

A small, but underrated scene tbh.

I loved the journey that Damen went through in Prince’s Gambit– from only being known as the prince’s bed slave, to becoming a well respected leader that the men look up to and gaining the loyalty of the whole Prince’s Guard. I think I teared up during this scene 🥺

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

The compelling thing about Jason as a character is that I never doubted that he cared about the world just because there weren’t panels of him being overly zealous about “restorative community care”

I’m not coming after anyone who wants to see that kind of stuff, but I do think seeking | that | as confirmation that Jason cares about the world is pretty narrow

[ediyo-15]

the boys but they’re some alphonse mucha posters

[nasthepotprincess]

the part of laurent that couldn’t help but fall in love with damen because damen is the last existing connection laurent has to auguste

laurent tracing the scar because it’s the last place auguste touched

[laur-the-cat-prince]

Totally random question, how are you doing after going from Captive Prince, to Dark Heir to Lies of P, three medias that can be heart-wrenching? :')

I love how you just came in here, looked at my art, and asked, 'Are you okay, bro?'

I've been seen, I've been perceived! I wasn't sure what the connecting thread was between these for the longest time, but I think you nailed it. I love to feel things deeply. Everything that Damen and Laurent go through, the trauma that they have to overcome before they can be happy together. EVERYTHING that is going on in Dark Heir. (That ending! Pacat hates me personally, I swear.) Lies of P had me so introspective, the way it tackles humanity and loss... P is very special to me.

To answer your question, 'Yes, I'm doing well.' I'm feeling inspired constantly; I wish I had more time to get all the ideas in my head out onto paper.

(Here is a little Damen doodle but in a slightly different style.)

[faeriexqueen]

So, I’m definitely still considering a Captive Prince Swan Lake AU. But for what I’m already thinking, it’d be a longer, multi-chaptered fic - so realistically, I have to really plot/plan how I want to go about it. But in the meantime, I’m thinking I might at least try some drabbles/character studies for getting a feel for writing Laurent and Damen (maybe some other characters, too?). Possibly a few one shots, too. I’m still on a bit of a writing hiatus as I finish updating my current fic from another fandom, but the itch is so strong. >.> In the meantime, if people want to talk capri things, feel free to shoot me a DM. XD