#capsian

[thatfilmduderyan]

Caspian UK Weekender - August 2022

A few snaps from my long weekend with the fellas. More profound words over on my instagram.

[smolcuriouskitten]

caspian: " umm.. what is sin day?"

"UH- ITS THE DAY WHERE A MAN NAMED SIN MADE IT HIS OWN DAY. HES NOT NICE AND VERY MEAN, STAY AWAY FROM HIM-"

[renyanchan]

Y'know I've had yuuko since I've started playing but it seems like split hair/black and white twst yuu's are really common? I had seen any other mcs until recently and I thought it was interesting so I wanted to share some of yuuko haha

He's genderfluid but uses either pronouns <33

I've only ever drawn him fully traditionally, but there's some artwork!! (The digital chibi bust was made via charat and was edited slightly)

[goattrain]

Growth sequence commission for VDO and JSK244 !  Izzy and Capsian have a whole big day planned <3

[ego-osbourne]

Capsian is 😳

Someone eles thinks so too :]

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

Some more random dndads thoughts for you all :]

Lark is a guy in the same way prince capsian and sirius black is and I will stand by that.

Erin O Neil is so sapphic coded.

Grant and Marco. Grant and Marco- *falls of the titanic*

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

Caspian x Mermaid S/O he accidentally caught in a net

Tw for kidnapping and gross imagery

-You were caught alongside a batch of slimy fish. You can feel them wriggling desperately against your body as the fishing net is dragged to the surface. Being blindsided by your sudden capture, you struggle to comprehend what has happened to you.

-Upon breaking the choppy water's surface, you are left further disoriented by the blinding sun. Beneath you, the mangled, undead crew of the Bitten savagely rip apart and consume whatever moursel of meat slips out of the net and hits the grimey deck.

-There is no doubt you would have been made into dinner for these brutes, but something about you catches their captain's frozen eyes. Whatever that something is, he swiftly has you separated from the massive catch.

-Capsian apologizes profusely for almost serving you to his crew for dinner. He will be very cordial with you, much unlike the stern and harsh demeanor his crew is accustomed to.

-He decides to further ask about you, specifically what brings you to the area, your cause of death, and how you became the creature you are now. While inquisitive, he will not pry into something if it clearly upsets you.

-During your exchange, he proposes that you stay on board the ship for lunch. As compensation for the upsetting inconvenience, he explains. You can reject the idea, and you will be sent on your merry way with no strings attached. Although your decision seems to slightly sadden the frozen undead.

-But let's not kid ourselves, you are clearly here to see things go wrong, so let's say you agree.

-Giddy at your decision, the captain immediately orders for accommodations to be made for you. In no time at all, a makeshift fishtank that you can comfortably reside in is built within the captain's quaters. The tank's interior is unsurprisingly lacking in decor, but there is plenty of space for you to move about smoothly.

-While your meal is being prepared, Caspian keeps you company. The two of you continue to chat about random things; life at sea, your hobbies, the different mutilated bodies you've both seen floating in the water, casual stuff like that.

-You notice during your conversation, the pirate seems enamored by what you have to say. His mature composure is still present, but you can tell he is deeply invested in the discussion.

-Soon enough, a buffet of perfectly seasoned multi-eyed fish, jumbo isopod guts, and many other Cottonmouth delicacies are rolled into the quarters. A tray is hung on the edge of your tank, where the dishes of your choice are placed.

-The light-hearted banter between you and your multi-limbed host proceeds as you eat. You have such a good time, you hardly take note of the room's blood stained floor, or the multiple pieces of furniture that appear to be made with human bones.

-After being released back to the waters, you find yourself coming back to that dreary ship again and again. Maybe you'll let yourself be caught in more fishing nets, maybe you'll follow the Tempest's patrol of the icy wastelands. Perhaps you go as far as assisting in the Bitten's attacks on lost humans- er, shady characters within the Alps.

-Regardless of how you instigate your future meetings with the captain over the next few months, Caspian will eventually catch on to your intentions.

-During one of your little dates in the open waters, he will ask you a simple question; "Say, would ye be interested in callin' the Tempest home, love?"

-You are no doubt honored that you have earned an offer to join the Bitten's rank by their very own captain. With the guaranteed benefits and security such a position brings, you quickly agree.

-Suddenly, you are quickly plucked from the sea and dragged through the ship to Caspian's quaters by two of his bigger henchmen. You'll obviously struggled and cry out, but your demands to be released will be ignored.

-You are thrown back into the very fish tank built for you at the start of all this. It has been upgraded significantly since then. Several passive, colorful species of fish and plants from the Alp's waters now call the space home. The far more upsetting change is that the aquarium has been sealed off, trapping you inside.

-Capsian soon comes down to see you again. You have plenty of nasty words for him no doubt. Not that there are many words to accurately convey your panic and anger at this imprisonment.

-No matter what words come to you in the moment, the captain will attempt to calmly reassure you, and offer you this explanation;

'Oh no no, don't be afraid! Can't ye see, my lovely pearl? This is the only way to keep ye safe from these dark waters. I know it'll be an adjustment, but trust me, this be for your own good."

[rainacademia]

blurry pictures taken from the windshield of a bus

day 2/30 of productivity

september 11th, sunday

revised for my quiz in the morning

tutored my cousin for his upcoming math exam

attended the quiz on pyqs of basic concepts of chem, it was fun!

it rained pretty heavily today! I think the weather took it personally when all of complained that august didn't feel like a monsoon month. so we're getting all the showers in september.

currently going through the material provided for tomorrow's zoology class

will analyse the questions from my quiz again, prepare tomorrow's breakfast and sleep early

🎧: july, far capsian

[alkalineleak]

Vro im literally nauseous. Capsian jrw

[yeehawnojutsu]

not me writing a gay narnia fanfic for the WIP Game please! 8D

Some gay Narnia for you!

“How can I be of service, my friend?”

He ignores the sinking feeling in his gut as Trufflehunter closes the door behind him, just shy of latching it, and pads further into the room to stand between the chairs. He waits until Capsian meets his gaze before he begins.

[sparklewrites1]

I'm gonna write a modern! Prince capsian x reader fic where they have the relationship dynamic of daffy duck and bugs bunny in the 2011 version of the looney tunes show.

I don't know how the fuck I'm gonna execute it, but imma do it.

[thewildsorcerer]

— me ; oh yeah. Capsian would totally keep his identity a secret.

also me getting excited to even mention his backstory or the fact that he’s a genasi

[littlewitty]

Alairie Persu

Chapter 6

I had been left mortified. My dreams were mortifying. Nothing in the world could have embarrassed me more than that moment. The morning came around far too quickly. I had now recognised that the morning was when I heard the footsteps of Clavis entering the dungeon. However, there was another. Not only was there Clavis’ unforgettable strides which hinted at torment and annoyance, but it was paired with another’s. These strides knew not of rhythm. They seemed slow and spaced, every tap causing me to subconsciously prepare myself. Soon enough, they both reached my cell.

“You’ve been way too kind to her. You’re a fool, Clavis.” His voice was dominance itself.

It was the very thunder booming from the skies. It was the growl or a tiger which had sealed its prey. Looking up, I recognised those cold blue eyes instantly. It was the man I had run straight into yesterday. “The only way you get information out of people like this is torture.”

“We cannot torture her. The marks would show which would raise questions.”

“We can, in places that won’t be seen. Her back, feet, and legs.” His blonde hair only made his glorious shine even more witchy. “You. Get up now.” He ordered. I instantly did as he said. He was nothing like Clavis. Around him, I actually felt frozen to the spot.

“Ahh, we haven’t introduced you. Alairie, this is the Brutal Beast, Chevali-”

“I have no interest in introductions with a criminal.” I didn’t need anymore. The ‘Brutal Beast’ was too well known as a nickname. He was Chevalier Michael, the Second Prince of Rhodolite and the only legitimate child of the King and Queen. They both entered the cell. Beastie made quick work of tying rope about my arms and legs. They suspended me in a way which began to cause extreme muscle pain. I kept my tongue still. I would never show weakness.

“What do you know about the scheme?” Honestly, nothing. I had never heard of any scheme. The questions kept rolling, more and more severe punishments preceded them. I could feel my heart in my head. The noises. The pressure of the beating. The throbbing of the pain. I wouldn’t be broken. The more I didn’t answer, the tighter the ropes got. I kept my mouth shut. They wouldn’t have believed me, anyway. The restraints burned like fire. My legs and shoulders ached and grew stiff. It felt like my muscles and tendons were being folded alive. Like a rubber band, they snapped and pinged more pain every now and then. Soon, Clavis started the questions. He kept back, never participating in the tormenting.

“Why did you join the drug trade?” Like I was going to tell him. Not even my best friend, Capsian, knew the full details. It wasn’t relevant information. Beastie had changed tactics. Now he began to hold my head underwater each time I refused an answer, each time holding me under for longer. Still with the ropes melting into my skin, I began to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. I wouldn’t… answer. If Clavis used his head, he would h-have recognised that I talked more without being pushed to- to the limit. That’s the message I tried to send. Even in a completely vulnerable moment, there were things I c-could still control…

“Alairie,”My eyes opened, “you went out like a flame.” Blurry at first but I soon focused and adjusted to the blaring light. Clavis smirked down at me holding a bright lantern at my face. Weird as it may seem, it was almost comforting. Almost. I reached up towards him as he continued to talk. “Gone within the secon-” I slammed my palm against his cheek. A rose-red patch appeared on his skin where my hand had made contact. He looked down at me in a chiding way before laughing. You couldn’t, however, mistake the slight tears in his eyes that welled when the pain probably set in.

“If you want answers, you will ask me like you normally do. You shall sit in front of my cell, cross your legs, annoy me to shit and ask the questions. If you ever tortue me again, I will not make a single noise. It would be a waste of your time. Are we understood?” I was sharp in my tone. I wanted him to know where I was standing. A little pain always excited me, thrilled me even, but that was too much. His cackles died down and he hummed in acknowledgment. “So, where’s your brother?” I queried, sitting up.

“Went off, claiming he had something more important to do.” Clavis dully explained. Something was different about him. He was oddly tolerable, in the moment. He seemed reserved. “Hey… you managed to figure something out for your… apparent situation yesterday, right?” His eyes gingerly locked onto mine. He was fully serious without a jest inside his eyes at all. He actually seemed concerned. I could have almost wept.

“And… you’re asking me this because..? You know, it’s extremely rude for a man to ask that of a lady.” He turned away. Perhaps embarrassment?

“...Forget I said anything,” He remarked coldly before finally letting a joke slip, “At least you can look at me and the others in the eyes again. And here I thought you were going to dig a hole in the floor if the ground didn’t swallow you up.” His grin was stiff; distorted.

“Oh yeah, I have a task for you.” He mentioned as he held up an open letter to me. “You are going to decipher this.” He took the sheet of paper out of the envelope and sat down in front of me. “You will tell me all the translations of these words.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out that these were words that were either untranslatable or multi-meaning.

“What’s in it for me?”

“Less torture.”

“Not good enough. I want to go on a walk outside.”

“... Why?”

“I’m South-Jadian. We live and breathe the sun. If you question me out in the open I may be in a better mood to give more in depth answers.”

“Haha! You’re playing your cards, I see. Fine.” He smiled as he cleared his throat and began.

“Oh that? It’s a type of tapestry that folklore says protects us from evil. That’s a very ancient, traditional name for it. Most people would call it an ‘Emblem’ of some sort. The most common design is also called ‘Thread of Auspice’, aka, ‘Thread of Divine Protection.’” I confidently explained. Clavis listened intently. It seemed that every time I talked about culture, he seemed intrigued. It was actually very suspicious. Why would he need or want to know about the commoner culture of another country?

“You’re quite pretty when you have the knowledgeable glint in your eyes, you know?” Clavis murmured and a hand found its way onto my cheek. He shuffled forward. His body rubbed up against mine as he guided my face towards his. For the love of God… was he trying to seduce me?! He, mercifully, stopped when I was shy of kissing him. “It’s not working for you is it? You’re a very odd woman. Others would be melting in my hand right now, you just look like you want to choke me, and not in a fun way.” He chuckled as he retreated. I mean at least he was aware.

“How much longer of this torture? Your voice irritates me.”

“You’re not finished, still a few more to g-”

“So, who sent you this letter? And why are these words being used?”

“I can’t tell you that. I’m letting you have a walk outside, if you keep jousting at me I’ll take it back. Now, what about this one?”

“... I cannot tell you.” The word he read out was a vulgar swear word. The worst of the worst kind of swear word. Not only was it socially forbidden but it could also hold strong sexual values. I could never repeat that to him. Whoever wrote this letter really didn’t like the recipient. “That one is too rude for me to even think about.”

“Just tell me. I have a feeling it’s similar to a word we have over here but I won’t count on it.”

“.. If that Rhodolian word has extreme vulgar and sexual connotations, that’s the on-”

“It doesn’t.” His smirk hardened. He wanted me to say that he had to have known what that word meant. You always knew the worst swear words in other languages. His Cheshire grin was plucking at the tight strings of my extremely tough patience.

“... Too bad. Just know it’s an extreme insult.”

“Aw, come on, say it.”

“Never, I’ve already been punished for swearing in front of you all before. I don’t want to go back there. Do you even know what Sariel made me do?!”

“I can only imagine, now say it!” His joyous sneering not only flared up annoyance but also a sense of excited rebellion. It seemed weird how, as much as I hated the bloke, he did bring me some amusement with his regular conversation. I finally relented, looking up from my lap, I met his feisty eyes and smiled ever so slightly, myself.

“It means ‘Cun-”

“I severely hope you’re not going to say what I think you’re saying.” A demonic voice stabbed the air. Sariel soon appeared on Clavis’ shoulder. His glare was stronger than the sun itself. Clavis sighed and leaned back, his smile somehow faded.

“Just when it was getting fun.”

“You are never allowed to swear in front of royalty. Never. Do I make myself clear? Unless you want to be punished, of course.” Soon his hellish smile said all.

“I’m good.”

“Right then. You’ve learned your lesson well I hope. Clavis, you may leave us alone.” The look on his face made it clear that it wasn’t a debatable matter. Clavis stood up, collecting his things and left. Sariel stared at the entrance before the taps of the fine leather shoes were no longer present. He turned to me. “You’re used to sneaking around. Did you get taught espionnage and evasion or is it self-learnt?”

“Oh…um, I was taught.”

“By whom?”

“I’m obviously not going to tell you that. But it was someone who was already in the drug ring.”

“You’ve gotten better at straight answers. You no longer evade them.”

“At this point I don’t see why I should avoid them. I mean I don’t want them to be tortured out of me. Not that I would tell you if I was being tortured of course.” I stood by my declaration. He seemed satisfied and carried on.

“Family or friend?”

“Human.”

“Alairie.”

“Sariel.” We both stared at each other before he looked away. He went to the gate and opened it. Gesturing for me to come with him, I got up and did as he said. My legs were stiff and every step forced a wave of nausea down my throat. “Where are we going? The gallows I hope.” He simply exhaled and tightly grabbed the shirt on my back, guiding me out of the dungeon.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello! I saw you do matchups and I was hoping I can get one of narnia & marvel if that’s okay with you ofc ! preferably male. im straight I have brown curly hair, I’m 5’3 , i have brown eyes I’m a plus size girly . I love to read and annotate my books during my free time. Im a cancer & Im lowkey a hopeless romantic, I’m kinda awkward and hella clumsy, ngl sometimes I’ll be slow like it takes me a min to process a joke 💀but my style is like soft grunge and my personality is infp. Ah yeah thank you!! ❤️

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For narnia, I ship you with:

Prince caspian⚔️

You and caspian were both a prince and princess.

You ruled over your half narnia when you met the pensive siblings.

You were quite a different princess, often reading books and standing out from the others in a unique way.

Many suitors liked your beauty, similar to Susan pensive.

You had feelings for capsian.

However at one point caspian never knew and kissed Susan.

But they weren't going anywhere and you confessed then caspian chose you.

After he proposes and you end up marrying while having a child with his hair and your eyes. They are the next in line of royalty.

For marvel I ship you with:

Captain America 🇺🇸

You were the clumsy secretary Working for Tony stark.

Often Tony was quite needy and he gave you so much paper work to do.

You bumped into Steve and he caught you, you blushed hard since your not used to people catching you like this.

Steve asked you out for coffee, he wanted to make it up to you for that mishap.

You agree quite amazed someone asked you after bumping into you.

You and Steve started seeing eachother more and more until he asked to date you.

He would save you many times and your first kiss was during the winter soilder.

After civil war he asked you to marry him, you had a child with your hair and his eyes. They became the next captain America.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

[jasntodds]

👀 and 🤲

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I have a Peter mini series I literally forgot about until Gi sent me the previous ask lmao that one is a simple friends to lovers situation and will kick off with Peter showing up at the reader's apartment needing first aid assistance and it does end with them happy together

Also The Lucky Ones is a strangers to lovers series where Tom and the reader meet by complete chance under very similar circumstances. They become friends over that meeting and eventually that leads to them dating. Tom and reader are happy for awhile, but, as it is with me, I will be taking a match to their cute little relationship (happy ending though, promise and there's only like 3 angst scenes off the top of my head so like wow)

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

This is from Pretense which contains spoilers so I just took out the names skdhfskjhdfdjf

“If you unmask Peter, the guy you supposedly actually really like, what’s to stop you from unmasking anyone else? JJ isn’t going to stop with Peter.” Capsian voice is consumed with more anger than you've ever heard. “(spoiler), right? That’s who you’re really worried about, not Peter.” You cross your arms, doing your best to swallow the lump of guilt. “I don’t know, y/n! At this point, I’m pretty sure I give more of a fuck about this kid than you do. I don’t want him to be unmasked.” “(spoiler), right? The other (spoiler) that patrols Brooklyn.” You're deflecting and hoping Caspian's takes the bait so you can get out of this argument or, at the very least, maybe he'll let you explain. “No.” Capsian's voice goes flat and he was always such a terrible liar. “It is. I had a feeling about her and Matt. But after I found out about Peter and after you getting so riled about this, it’s true, right? (spoiler) is (spoiler) and Matt is Daredevil from Hell’s Kitchen, right? You’re afraid I’m going to unmask your girlfriend and Milo’s best friend.”

[tarnishedxknight]

“you’re keeping something from me,” Caspian snarled. The flirtatious rogue was usually much warmer with Cael, but he’d been pushed to his limits. Any time he tried to let his guard down, Cael seemed to put more walls up. The cruelty of the world was already hard enough for anyone to bear, but Caspian hoped that Cael could share in his pains. Cael had seemed accepting of Caspian’s advances, his charms, and his roguish nature, but his ‘friend’ had other ideas. “You’re a shit liar. Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth. Whatever it is, don’t I have a right to know?”

{for Munoh and Cael! Also, good to know that the B in “Caelen B. Dalmasca” stands for bisexual disaster rather than B’Nargin, xD}

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{ HAHAHA!! That’s great. I will never be able to unsee that now, that the “B” stands for bisexual disaster. I love it. XD }

“And if I am?” Cael asked. “Is a man not entitled to his own secrets?” If he was being honest with himself, Cael cared much for Caspian. He smiled more around him, always found himself uplifted, and he loved hearing all the stories about his various adventures. And yet… Munoh was unsettled regarding the man. The name of his friend was all Cael ever really told anyone about them, and with most, he didn’t even share that much. Caspian was a dear friend, though, and perhaps someone he’d wish to be more than a friend, and so he’d shared the Occurian’s name with him. He’d told him nothing else, however.

Caspian had noticed him speaking to his friend on several occasions, but always Munoh concealed their presence from all but Cael. If they wanted, they could become visible, but since that might make more problems for Cael than it would solve, the Occurian remained unseen and unheard to everyone except him.

“Munoh worries that you may drag me into something that might not be best for me. With your own ambitions, your lifestyle...” Cael admitted, realizing that he might stand to lose Capsian as a friend if he continued to be so cloak and dagger about everything. If he could not trust him, then who else? “All I have ever wanted was to settle somewhere, to live a quiet life of peace. They worry you will draw me into a life more laden with risk and violence than I want for myself.”

Caspian would not have heard anything as the Occurian floating near Cael spoke. “Charismatic is the rogue,” Munoh said of the type of person in general, not of Caspian in particular, “but oft also reckless and daring. You are settled here. For years has your life been far ashore of what once it was, by design, by choice.”

“I know, but..” Cael said, glancing to his side to speak to what looked like thin air, as Caspian had seen him do numerous times before.

“Has your heart changed?” Munoh asked curiously.

“Not changed… just…” He couldn’t find the words. He sighed and shook his head.

Munoh wanted for Cael what he wanted. It was not their goal to force the young man into anything he didn’t want, nor to keep him from something he did want. However, they knew that Cael could, at times, be easily swayed - pressured or bullied, if you will - into accepting things he didn’t want or in going along with things his heart was not in. It was for this reason that Munoh was hesitant to encourage Cael to get closer to Caspian and cautious of the other’s intentions regarding the hume in his care.

“They have guided me well these past several years,” Cael said to Caspian now. “I trust them. But I trust you as well.” The conflict was clear in his eyes.