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APOTHEOSIS; for @capri-bigbang2k21

Laurent is the Ellosean-eyed, ichor-haired prince of Vere, born under the Bacchanalia. It only follows, then, that he would share the same proclivity to drive men mad—wield it with as deft a hand, watch with deified satisfaction as his influence makes itself known.

Laurent is a child of desire; so he takes.

this fic was such a sweet homecoming to the CAPRI fandom, and I’m so excited to be part of this year’s Big Bang! As someone who is from the Mediterranean, this mythos is a huge draw for me, and quite special to me. So, you can imagine that getting a bacchanalian Lamen prompt was RIGHT up my alley, and with such a wonderful concept to draw inspiration from, how could I resist? Thank you for reading! 🏺✨

read Apotheosis here; https://archiveofourown.org/works/35163832

find the Apotheosis playlist here!

find me on twitter here! and my new tumblr: @amarettiiii !

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it’s always the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, but never the Irritating Ordeal of Being Known

someone: [correctly infers something about my personality based on my patterns of behavior]

me: [seethes with rage for some fucking reason]

"sex scenes have no narrative purpose" is such a funny take on so many levels. people will really believe that the whole human experience is valuable to portray artistically except sex, which of course has never held emotional weight or significance for anybody

"what's the purpose of sex scenes in media??" well you see sometimes people have sex. sometimes it can be important even

yeah ok but i dont wanna watch straight sex scene number 1231234837582 in the middle of some movie thats clearly not fucking high art or anything, like please, tell me how the sex scene made jason X a deeper movie ill wait

you genuinely think that "the sex scene in Jason X, the movie about jason from Friday the 13th killing people in space, is bad" is a rebuttal to this point? like genuinely? genuinely? like you think that's the kind of sex scene I was talking about in the original post? you think when I'm talking about the artistic merit of sex scenes in movies you think I'm talking about the bit with the dominatrix in Jason X (2001) dir. James Isaac, the movie where Jason from Friday the 13th gets put in cryosleep and wakes up in the future on a spaceship where he starts killing people in outer space? you genuinely think this is the kind of movie and scene I'm referring to when I'm arguing for the potential artistic value of a type of scene? Jason X? Jason X? the one with Jason on a spaceship? you think that "well Jason X, the movie about Jason on a spaceship killing people in space, is bad" is a rebuttal to my point? Jason X? Jason X? J

My favorite thing about Kings Rising, is we find out that the moment that Laurent isn't trying to stay alive, he becomes incredibly awkward. And unfortunately for him, the Northern Akielon forces find him incredibly endearing.

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APOTHEOSIS; for @capri-bigbang2k21

Laurent is the Ellosean-eyed, ichor-haired prince of Vere, born under the Bacchanalia. It only follows, then, that he would share the same proclivity to drive men mad—wield it with as deft a hand, watch with deified satisfaction as his influence makes itself known.

Laurent is a child of desire; so he takes.

this fic was such a sweet homecoming to the CAPRI fandom, and I'm so excited to be part of this year's Big Bang! As someone who is from the Mediterranean, this mythos is a huge draw for me, and quite special to me. So, you can imagine that getting a bacchanalian Lamen prompt was RIGHT up my alley, and with such a wonderful concept to draw inspiration from, how could I resist? Thank you for reading! 🏺✨

read Apotheosis here; https://archiveofourown.org/works/35163832
find the Apotheosis playlist here!

find me on twitter here!

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APOTHEOSIS; for @capri-bigbang2k21

Laurent is the Ellosean-eyed, ichor-haired prince of Vere, born under the Bacchanalia. It only follows, then, that he would share the same proclivity to drive men mad—wield it with as deft a hand, watch with deified satisfaction as his influence makes itself known.

Laurent is a child of desire; so he takes.

this fic was such a sweet homecoming to the CAPRI fandom, and I'm so excited to be part of this year's Big Bang! As someone who is from the Mediterranean, this mythos is a huge draw for me, and quite special to me. So, you can imagine that getting a bacchanalian Lamen prompt was RIGHT up my alley, and with such a wonderful concept to draw inspiration from, how could I resist? Thank you for reading! 🏺✨

read Apotheosis here; https://archiveofourown.org/works/35163832
find the Apotheosis playlist here!

find me on twitter here!

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Can't believe how quickly they went from this:

You’re mine, he wanted to say, and couldn’t. Laurent didn’t belong to him; this was something he could have only once.ALT

To this:

Damen could feel Laurent’s body against him, and he slid his hand inside Laurent’s open shirt, liking how it felt to spread his palm there, the sort of proprietary touch he wouldn’t have dreamed ofALT
before tonight and still half expected Laurent to kill him for. Laurent made a small sound of encouragement, breaking off the kiss for a moment and closing his eyes, all his attention on Damen’s touchALT

I hope Damen is enjoying the fact that Laurent actually likes being held possessively and would probably be very into it if Damen said "you're mine".

acrowandaboy

Oh, to be a handsome young navy man in 1930 with curly hair and dirt on my nose on my break from hauling cargo from the shipyard, reading a Little Blue Book titled Homosexual Life that I bought for 5¢, pretending not to notice the banker’s son eyeing me in a truly sinful way.

Some of these are getting so specific that I’m not convinced y’all ain’t just describing your past lives in some weird missed connections faux tumblr meme

it’s just funny though that in The Before Times when the goat burned (or didn’t burn) there was very little fanfare except maybe some tongue in cheek celebration (or disappointment). but give it a few jokes about lack of ritual sacrifice and a five-year survival streak and two plague years and suddenly we’ve collectively tapped into the seasonal worship instincts of our ancestors from 36,000 BCE and created a new sacred ritual through sheer force of internet jokes and desperate hope. it’s like we’ve crowdfunded a god.