#lamen week

[lamenweek]

Hey hey hey!

How are you all?

I hope you are all doing well! ❤️

Lamen Week will start in less than a month (I'm really sorry for posting so late about this, but life is a bit of a mess right now...)

Lamen Week Rules :

The week will run from the 21st to the 28th of June 2024.

The prompts are:

Day 1. Summer Palace

Day 2. Soulmates!AU

Day 3. Rooftop/Balcony Kiss

Day 4. Family

Day 5. ANGST

Day 6. Nightmares

Day 7. Scars

Day 8. “It was one kingdom, once”

You can create any kind of content! Fanfics, fanarts, edits, headcanons, cosplay, tiktoks whatever your imagination suggests you, everything is welcome.

Remember whatever Social media or platform you'll publish things in, use the hashtags #Lamen Week and #Lamen Week 2024 and if you will use tumblr remember to tag the blog. I’ll be very happy to reblog all your creations!

You can write in every language you feel more comfortable writing in.

You can post following your own time zone, no particular time zone to follow.

If you have any questions, just ask me, I'll be here to answer!

Last but not least, HAVE FUN!

[captaindamianos]

For @lamenweek

A day late I think, but done for the 'Charls' prompt 😊

[chastillon]

But the palace was beautiful, nestled in a series of gardens, with flower sprays and fountains, and meandering paths that offered startling views of the sea.

[ches-grinner]

Day 1: Summer Palace

selkie laurent watches damen on the beach @lamenweek​

[rei-the-head-shaker]

My beautiful Lamen notebook (courtesy of @disorder-alice 🙏🏻❤️) has finally made a comeback!

Guess what time of the year we are in!? 👀

Lamen Week is coming back! 😏🎉

[melonmlik]

what do you mean his highness, prince laurent, took my son ??

[sparksandspells]

for all our days and all our trials // the damen/laurent wedding fic

captive prince | rated E | 40k | post-canon | laurent pov | character study | worldbuilding | half sex, half politics (often at the same time) | a soft absurd future fic

When Laurent set out to plan a royal wedding between two 1) men, who are 2) actively ruling kings, of 3) tenuously peaceful lands, with 4) widely-known reasons to have killed, or possibly 5) still kill each other, he expected the process to come with a few difficulties. He did not expect getting his perpetually amorous new husband aroused on their wedding night to be the hardest of them. (Or: ‘Not in front of the court,' said Laurent, as if this were unspeakably foolish, 'in front of the Council.’)

Read on AO3.

it's here!! it's done!! after three years of sporadic work, it's finally out in the world!! 😭😭😭 i may be biased but this is my favorite thing i've ever written and i'm so excited to finally share it with everyone!!

big huge thanks to @ming85, @delilahsdaydream, and @i-am-a-story-goblin for responding to my call for betas two years ago; y'all's suggestions made the fic way better than it would've been otherwise. (a round of applause especially for ming85, who saved an ancient tapestry from the horror of grass stains and generally made the wedding event much more kingly than i, in my infinite unwordliness, had intended to.)

thanks also to @damiaanos for being my wall to bounce things off of more recently as i finally committed to getting this thing done no matter what. legitimately don't know how i would've managed it without your excellent balance of "you can do it" and "it's fine, stop stressing". if any other perfectionists are reading this, find people like that, they're great.

shoutout to @slecnaztemnot for throwing me the idea of putting Loyse on the Council when i had been stuck on the fifth member for a year, and gratitude to @kingsrising for being a visible fandom hub that i could turn to when i needed community and had no idea where to look for it

fandom is the best and i'm really excited to start being a more active part of capri's

as i mentioned, i've been talking about this fic on tumblr for over two years, so i will now proceed to tag every person who interacted with either of those posts, on the off chance that they would appreciate receiving an update on this fic that is now a real thing that they can go read (if they wish to, obvi)

from the kingsrising ask: @ladykyrin, @afantasyghost, @gildedgaze, @westealtoys, @timburtonknewmyoceans

@plushdragon, @blue-eyed-korra, @foreverskies29, @bumblebee-whiskey, @stardust-at-midnightt,

@brinkleyheights, @lavendercoded, @meraki-ii, @nonothatsano, @not-a-coral-snake

and from the call for betas: @caeli-phantomhive, @laurents-laces, @jaks21, @auroralunasoleil, @captaindamianos

@airebellah, @certainbirdkitty

@marrieddorks, @i-want-delfeur, @morgenti, @goose-fish, @farrukh-schumann,

@theoverlyenthusiasticwriter, @p1n4ta, @deleteitold, @lovelovelove, @hennike

@nczakiis, @theoraclephobetor, @angelshineyourlightonme, @naisvalta, @pienenpienileppakerttu,

@aristosakielon, @foreverfraancis, @fangirlfortress, @whynotme12, @naturaldisaster,

@gutstrings, @dreamerthief18, @aladybetween2majors, @k04, @burntpercy

[not-a-coral-snake]

for the @lamenweek Day 2 prompt: A rooftop/balcony kiss

It all tangles together in Damen’s head, after. Something about the adrenaline, the exhilaration, the exhaustion of a nearly-sleepless night. The memories of Laurent’s inescapable proximity, behind shutters on a balcony, in warm firelight on a bench, silent laughter and swaying sapphires. 

It all tangles together in Damen’s head, such that as they race across rooftops, weave around railings, fling themselves over alleys, Damen finds himself thinking of Laurent’s cheekbones, Laurent’s long, graceful fingers, Laurent’s lips. Finds himself distracted, in moments snatched away from the need to scan roofs for obstacles and judge gaps for distance. Finds himself imagining grabbing Laurent’s arm--finds himself imagining Laurent grabbing his arm--and crowding Laurent against the wall of some attic and kissing him softly. Kissing him soundly.

Above them, the cold summer stars. Below them, the twinkling lights of the town, the clattering feet and periodic shouts of their pursuers. One more street, one more doubling-back or sudden turning, and they could lose them, Damen thinks. Lose their pursuers, and find some place quiet, and shadowed, and--

It is the adrenaline. The sleep deprivation. The confusion of the memory of Laurent, who earlier this evening had almost been in his lap, the memory of the woman from the brothel who even earlier this evening actually had been. Damen does not really want to kiss the prince of Vere.  The prince of Vere certainly has no interest in kissing him. He needs to give his attention to the rooftops, the chase.

They evade their pursuers. They survive the chasms and the leaps. And Damen knows, looking back on it later, that their first kiss was not then, but another night, weeks later and on another roof under other stars. 

But the memories and desires remain tangled in Damen’s mind ever after, the breathless chase over rooftops, sapphires under firelight, and the imagined remembrance of Laurent’s lips against his.  

[nothanksidontwanttodie]

How Damen and Laurent be looking at each other when another Traumatic Memory gets shared:

[hexagonaldecency]

I should probably just learn to say "hey this is important to me" but I am just exhausted about being excited about one single simple event as having lunch out after being too depressed to care about going to the bathroom and the people I'm going with just saying "I'm not in the mood actually" last minute

[eklaize]

Did you all see the genderbend of Lamen by rendoesart8?? They are sooo fricking cute, I want to draw them! ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡

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Anyways I thought it would be fun to practise drawing a fighting scene, because they are so hard ! (I'm posting these page by page because I don't have that much time to work on them the next few weeks.) Spoiler warning:

Credit for Story: "Captive Prince" by C.S.Pacat; Drawings by me

Also! I got the pretty new french version of the Capri books this week and I'm so excited to finally be able to read the summer palace, which i haven't done yet! <3 But first the 2nd and 3rd!

[lamenweek]

Hey hey hey!

How are you all?

I hope you are all doing well! ❤️

Lamen Week will start in less than a month, and I'm super excited about it!

Before we can start, let’s just make a few rules clear!

Lamen Week Rules :

The week will run from the 21st to the 28th of June 2023.

The prompts are:

Day 1. Summer Palace

Day 2. Rooftop/Balcony Kiss

Day 3. Fluff

Day 4. Heroes & Legends

Day 5. Charls

Day 6. Nightmares

Day 7. Eurovision

Day 8. “It was one kingdom, once”

You can create any kind of content! Fanfics, fanarts, edits, headcanons, cosplay, tiktoks whatever your imagination suggests you, everything is welcome.

Remember whatever Social media or platform you'll publish things in, use the hashtags #Lamen Week and #Lamen Week 2023 and if you will use tumblr remember to tag the blog. I’ll be very happy to reblog all your creations!

You can write in every language you feel more comfortable writing in.

You can post following your own time zone, no particular time zone to follow.

If you have any questions, just ask me, I'll be here to answer!

Last but not least, HAVE FUN!

[curiousgworge]

꒰‧⁺ Casual *ೃ༄

*ೃ summary: where your relationship with Jake is a 'no attachments' one

pairings: jake x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: angst, some suggestive mentions, reader is Jay's little sister

Jake Sim was known around school for a range of different stuff: his abilities in soccer, his disponibility to tutor people in Math, his great looks and even greater personality and, most importantly, his inability to have one night stands and casual flings. 

Despite being very popular among the ladies, Jake was never one to sleep around. First of all, ‘cause he considered himself a gentleman and he couldn’t really fathom the idea of one night stands. Secondly, he cherished the intimacy of knowing and loving someone more than the physical aspect of his possible relationships. 

But against all that and his better judgment, Jake Sim found himself having a casual friends-with-benefits relationship with you. 

And it's not like he didn’t know what he was getting into when you first caught his attention. You were Jay’s little sister, who he always warned his friends was off limits: not only was he acting like the protective older brother, but also ‘cause he was afraid of needing to pick sides if things didn’t work. 

It all began in one of the many sleepovers he had with your brother and their other friends, when it was so late it was almost morning and all of the guys were scattered in mattresses in the middle of the living room and Jake went to the kitchen to get a cup of water. And even though it was your house too, he wasn’t expecting to find you sitting on the counter with a bowl of cereal, dressed only in an oversized T-shirt and a pair of fluffy socks.

Jake didn’t really expect you to ask him if he wanted cereal too, or for him to say yes, but then he found himself sitting by your side, eating and talking in a low volume not to wake up the guys. He didn’t expect to end up kissing you in the middle of the kitchen, his hands holding your face as you stood in front of him, his legs dangling from the counter he was still sitting on. 

He also didn’t expect to be caught by Heesung leaving your room in the morning, but still, there he was. What he did expect though was the face and scoff he received from him when Jake said that it was only a one time thing. 

But it didn’t take long for Jake to see that it wasn’t in fact a one time thing. It barely took a whole week in reality, as he had to work on a few group assignments from a class he shared with Jay. 

As your brother left the house to buy food for both of them, you left your room to greet Jake. At least that’s what you said when you straddled him and kissed him, making him a breathless blushing mess under you. It’s not like you had a lot of time, but it was enough to convince him to accompany you upstairs so you could help him with the raging boner he got from having you on top of him; and enough for Jay not to suspect a thing when he came back with chicken wings and lamen for them. 

And as weeks went by, Jake gave up on keeping count of how many kisses he shared with you and how many times he ended up on your bed when he really shouldn’t. It also became harder to hide what was happening from Jay, as Jake couldn’t really hide the way his eyes would follow you every time you moved, or how smily he became whenever you gave him an ounce of attention, or even how much of a coincidence it was that both you seemed to have hickeys around the same time period. 

So to say that he was shocked that Jay already knew everything was an understatement. Jake had spent a whole lot of time overthinking that conversation with your brother, planning what to say and how to run away if Jay wanted to punch him in the face, only for him to keep an uninterested face and say he knew. 

-My sister told me when I found one of your sweatshirts in her room last week. 

-And you’re not like, mad?

-Not at you bro, but at her? Totally. I told her not to fuck around with my friends, especially for her ‘no strings attached’ bullshit. 

And as relieved as Jake was that Jay was not going to kill him, something in what he said rubbed him in the wrong way, but he couldn’t really understand why. Was it the way that Jay looked at him, pity in his eyes? Was it the fact that, despite all the nights you spent laying naked by his side and talking about everything and nothing with him, you still considered your relationship just ‘casual’?

Maybe it was the way that, on the next sleepover the guys had, you came home laughing and holding hands with another guy. You froze on your tracks upon seeing your brother and his friends in the living room, and you blushed when you looked in Jake’s eyes. Or the way you apologized to the guy you were with, saying how you didn’t know your brother would have friends over, just for him to smile and say that it was fine and his roommate wasn’t home, and you left with him again. 

And Jake felt like shit when all his friends' eyes turned to him, worry stamped on their faces. But he forced a smile, grabbed one of the controllers and told his friends he was fine, despite none of them believing. 

-We’re just casual guys.

But he felt sort of grateful the next morning, when you were already back home and Jay thought the guys were still asleep in the living room and he could hear your brother scolding you about what happened. He just pretended to sleep when Jay came back and laid back on his mattress, his soft snoring soon being heard. And that was the moment you left your bedroom, as Jake could hear your steps and feel your eyes on him. 

-I know you’re awake Jake. Can we talk?

That’s how Jake ended up in your bed pounding on you, his mouth on yours to keep you as quiet as possible under him. He didn’t really pay attention to your apologies about last night, too focused on showing you that this casual thing you had would always be better than whatever other guys could do to you. He had to bite his tongue not to ask if it was worth it, if that guy could make you feel better than Jake could, settling for marking your body and watching as your eyes rolled and your body squirmed under his touch. 

 It was hard to ignore the way his friends looked at him when he left your room, a mix of disappointment and concern, and as he could still feel the way your body fitted on his hand and your taste on his tongue, he hoped that if he lied to his friends enough, he could convince himself too. 

-Don’t worry guys, I’m fine. It’s all casual. 

[chastillon]

A ludicrous boyish hope flared that someone would come to help him, and, carefully, he extinguished it.

[ches-grinner]

Day 3 - Fluff

damen doesn’t even know what the book is about, he just likes listening to laurent @lamenweek

[chemdoodles]

Mermay Week 2: Mediterranean

Ship: Lamen