The first time we meet Caprico, he's rough around the edges and lonely. But he starts regaining his memories during the third anniversary (Void Starlight), and we help him uncover the truth at Mount Koso: he is one of the long-lost Envoys!
His Attribute is Sexy, and is represented by the color purple. His style is most represented by Ruins and North.
You may think of sexiness as inherently risqué, but there's more to this Attribute than low necklines or dress slits. The one thing Caprico always craves is perfection and exploration, to better himself. He has an unquenchable passion that drives him to innovate, and he won't stop until he has surpassed his limits. Similarly, Lilith is always striving to be the most beautiful in the world, whether that's wearing the latest fashion to focus on outer beauty, or re-characterizing herself as kind and attentive to her subjects to emphasize inner beauty. One thing is for sure: Caprico will always go above and beyond in all he does!
The anniversary for Renfield (2023) releasing in theaters is getting close! Join us for a week of celebrating the film April 14th-April 20th!
This Years Prompts:
April 14th: Past
April 15th: Future
April 16th: Favorite Scene
April 17th: Favorite Side Character
April 18th: Favorite Ship
April 19th: Favorite Outfit/Costume Design
April 20th: Free Day!
Keep an eye out for theme cards this coming week that expand on the prompts offered in case you need an idea of where to go, OR go ham! These are merely suggestions, if you want to make something related to Renfield that don't adhere to the prompts then you are completely free to do so!
We look forward to seeing what y'all come up with next month! ♥
Theme Cards:
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Here it is! Our very first and very best Galladrabbles Collection. As a thank you for the last year we compiled amazing drabbles written by the Galladrabbles Crew.
And, as the cherry on top of the ice-cream sundae of awesomeness that are your writing and reblogs and tag comments... There's a ton of incredible new exclusive Galladrabble fanart for you - created by artists among the drabble writers.
Just click the pink link and enjoy!
Galladrabbles Anniversary Collection
We know we do. There have been tears and squeals. Not gonna lie. And we truly hope you love this as much as we do. As much as we love you.
Sending you many hugs and kisses and here's to the second year of drabbles!!
because obviously we love them, have some cute olliewicks being in love and cute and shit! as always, comments and constructive criticism are appreciated! 🥰
should this be the last thing i see // i want you to know it's enough for me // ‘cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need // i’m so in love // so in love
-tenerife sea by ed sheeran
It’s loud. It’s dark. Music is blasting from a room away but Ollie can still feel the bass in his bones. The first Kegster of his senior year moves around him. He feels drunk, but not enough to be blackout drunk. Although, tub juice is deceptively toxic so he could be closer to blackout than he thinks. He feels like he’s in the middle of a large storm, the party-goers swirling around him.
A warm hand on the back of his neck startles him out of the Kegster haze. His eyes snap to the person and is met with Wicks’s dark eyes looking at him. He looks sufficiently drunk, a little dazed, and definitely lacking his usual filter.
“Hello,” he slurs, leaning closer. The dark brown of his eyes looks almost black in the dark. His behavior makes sense; tub juice makes Wicks really handsy.
“Hi sweetheart,” Ollie replies, bringing his own hand up to rest on Wicks’s shoulder.
“You look hot.”
Ollie laughs before replying with a “thank you.”
“But you always look hot. I’m definitely drunk,” Wicks continues, his hand stroking up and down, tangling in the hair at the back of Ollie’s head.
All he remembers after that is Wicks’s hand moving higher, while the other curls around his waist and pulls him into a kiss.
When Ollie cracks his eyes open, the sun is shining through the blinds they definitely forgot to close last night. His head is throbbing and he feels a body pressed up against his back. Based on the slight snoring and the arm thrown over his torso, it’s definitely Wicks.
He rolls over, slowly as to not wake his boyfriend. He feels warm, despite their lack of usual blankets. The two that they usually use have been kicked to the edge of the bed. At least their drunk selves remembered to change into pajamas because as good as Ollie’s ass looks in his Kegster shorts, they are not comfortable to sleep in. He might be wearing a pair of Wicky’s basketball shorts, but at this point, their closets have just merged into one.
Almost as if his thoughts summoned him, Wicky shuffles a bit before tiredly blinking his eyes open. His hair is unbelievably messy—sticking up in places and lying flat in others—presumably from sleep and Ollie running his hands through it.
“What time is it?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
“Too early,” Ollie replies, nuzzling his face in Wicky’s neck.
“Then why are you awake?”
“The sun’s a dick.”
Wicks hums in agreement, wrapping himself tighter around Ollie’s frame. It kind of feels like the octopuses that Tango talks about sometimes, but it’s also comforting. Kind of like a pile of warm laundry laying on top of him. Except this pile of laundry is adorably cute and is great at hockey.
And every morning like this is comforting when it’s with Wicky. He’s warm and soft and sleepy. He cuddles close and plants kisses on Ollie’s cheeks. He’s tactile and clingy. It’s honestly heaven. Ollie wants this for as long as he’ll have it, preferably forever, because it doesn’t look like he’ll have to go without it for a while.
And his mushy feelings must show on his face because Wicks leans down and plants a light kiss on his cheek.
“Whatcha thinking about?” he murmurs.
“About how I want mornings like this with you forever,” Ollie replies, bringing a hand up and cradling Wicky’s face.
God. If the world ended right now, he would be content with seeing Wicky like this right before.
His eyes are bright, despite the hangover. His hair is soft and mussed. He’s relaxed and open with his feelings, staring at Ollie with a lovesick look that he can only assume is reflected in his own eyes.
“Marry me then,” Wicks says, carding a hand through Ollie’s own messy hair.
“What?” he breathes out, voice barely a whisper.
It’s not that he hasn’t thought about marrying Wicky. Or moving into their own house, washing dishes together after they actually cooked dinner like the responsible adults they are. But that seemed to be years away, a distant future. It didn’t seem like a possibility right now.
“Are you serious?” he asks, voice hoarse. He feels jittery, electricity buzzing through him, but Wicks’s gaze remains the same adoring, mushy look.
“Of course I’m serious Ollie. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me.”
Wicks is serious. He wants to marry Ollie. He wants this. And just like that, the jitters turn into bubbles. He feels his face break into a smile, and he starts laughing.
“Then yeah, I’ll marry you Pacer.”
“Oh thank god. That would’ve been real awkward if you said no,” Wicky’s laughing too. His smile is honestly blinding, and Ollie thinks he may fall in love all over again.
Wicks leans in to kiss him, but they’re both smiling too much for it to really count as a kiss, but it’s the thought that counts. Still, it might be one of Ollie’s favorite kisses of theirs. Just him and Wicky and no other places to be. Just them, together, limbs tangled. It’s perfect.
When I saw those Feb pics, I thought they found each very attractive, they have trouble looking at each other in the eye, you know what I mean? At the same time, they're quite absorbed with each other and whatever they're talking about, they didn't see they're getting papped.
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that little bit of nerves is so apparent and so sweet. it makes them very human.
