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@tidcbound
tidcbound— a multimuse rp blog dedicated to capritown penned by natalie
amara brooks — 28, event coordinator at lido bellanote. savannah lee smith. intro. threads. visage. pinterest. musings.
vivienne de luca — 32, creative director & lead designer at maison de luca. olivia cooke. intro. threads. visage. pinterest. musings.
open starter ! — @capritownstarters
" okay so, uhm... " she was keeping her hands a safe distance away from the rest of her body. she had not touched her phone in two hours. the phone was relatively uncontaminated. " i don't know if i can wait for shawn mendes. i haven't found soap anywhere and all of the hand sanitizers i've touched have been empty ! " the last word was nearly screamed, a very faint sob escaped feyza. " i feel so dirty, it is not funny. not funny. this is like the definition of ' eww '. and i very rarely deem something eww. "
the outburst was enough to pull vivienne's attention away from the stage being assembled. her gaze lingered for a second, taking in the careful way the other held her hands away from herself. she raised a perfectly manicured brow, "that's an impressively unfortunate series of events." there wasn't much sympathy in her voice, though there wasn't any ridicule either even if this sort of reaction may have called for some. she reached into her bag without another word and a small bottle of hand sanitizer emerged. "here," she said, extending her hand out to offer it to the other woman, "i'm assuming you'll give it back once you feel you've decontaminated yourself."
# 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 , 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗍𝗈 all ― @capritownstarters
“ do you want some too ? it has spf . ” she asked after finishing applying her chapstick . it was hotter than the devil's ballsack , the sun had yet to set , and the last thing nova would allow was for any parts of her body to end up burning to a crisp . “ not this one , i have like ten sealed mini versions of it in my bag . ” just in case a situation like this came to be . she opened said bag , took out a small box with her brand's logo and handed it to them . “ it's mango . anyway , is it identity fraud to hypothetically wear an artist's staff pass one just found at the food village ? you know , just to see how much access it grants … ”
vivienne looked up just as the chapstick was extended toward her. her eyes dropped to it, then back to Nova, there was a stretch of silence before she replied, "you can't possibly be offering me the one that's already been on your lips?" the look on her face could only be described as judgmental and, well, disgusted. the question wasn't sharp so much as genuinely baffled, as though she were trying to determine whether this was some social custom she'd somehow managed to avoid for thirty two years. but before she could say anything further, nova was already reaching into her bag. "ah." that, at least, made sense. she accepted the sealed tube with a small nod, turning it over once in her hand, she had all but accused the other woman of trying to be gross she might as well accept the offer. "mango. practical." the corners of her mouth threatened the faintest hint of approval before disappearing just as quickly. "as for the staff pass," her gaze settled back on nova. "you're asking the wrong person if you're hoping for permission. but if you're going to impersonate someone, don't announce it beforehand. that rather defeats the purpose. and if you do make it backstage, try to look inconvenienced. people only question the ones who seem impressed to be there."
starter for @svnhazeds | amara & muse of your choice
she wasn't entirely sure where she was headed anymore, that had pretty much stopped mattering an hour ago. every time another song drifted across the beach, she'd find herself following it for a little while before something else stole her attention, whether that be a food stall, a conversation, the sound of people laughing somewhere off to the side. amara slowed near the edge of the crowd, listening for a second, as she took another bite of a fish taco she had managed to snag moments before. the beat of the music from the stage washed over her, this was the exact kind of day she needed. she turned to the person next to her, raised eyebrow, "how's your solemar going so far? day one treating you well?"
starter for @suffermes | amara & noah
the wish wall had turned into one of those things people couldn't help slowing down for. amara had meant to leave one note and keep walking. instead, she'd spent the last few minutes reading little pieces of strangers' summers. some were hopeful, some funny, one simply asking for 'a really good nap'. a quiet laugh slipped out before she caught herself lingering longer than she'd planned. "i honestly don't know why I thought they'd all be serious." she stepped aside, giving someone else room at the wall, pointing at one right above her eye level, "like this one, i think it may be my favorite so far. it just says, 'stop texting him.'"
starter for @aftercure | amara & muse of your choice
by the time the afternoon settled into evening, she'd lost count of how many familiar faces she'd stopped to hug, how many conversations had started with "i'll catch up with you later," only to disappear into another part of the beach before either of them had the chance. that was Solemare, though, in all its beauty, always moving. always pulling people somewhere else. amara wandered toward the water for a breather, shoes dangling loosely from one hand while the tide curled around her ankles. behind her, another wave of cheers rolled across the sand as a new set began, but she let herself linger where the music softened into little more than a heartbeat beneath the sound of the sea. her head leaned back, her long waves brushing the skin that showed through the knitted cover up she had thrown on for the day. footsteps sounded nearby and she turned her head, cheek resting against her should with an airy smile, "care to join me?"
starter for @hugospr1tz | amara & muse of your choice
the flower tunnel was exactly as chaotic as she'd expected. couples traded phones with strangers, friends argued over who blinked, someone somewhere was determined to throw handfuls of flower petals into every photo despite the increasingly obvious wind. amara lingered just long enough to watch one failed attempt dissolve into laughter before stepping aside, nearly making room for someone else at the same time. "they're never going to get everyone looking at the camera," she murmured, more amused than anything not speaking to anyone directly, but welcoming conversation from whoever was nearby possibly people watching just as she was.
starter for @acquircdtaste | vivi & muse of your choice
the flower tunnel had become exactly what she'd expected, a queue of people waiting for the same photograph. vivienne lingered just outside of it, sunglasses perched low on her nose as she watched another group shuffle into place while someone adjusted the angle of a phone for what had to be the sixth attempt. "i almost admire the commitment." the comment wasn't directed at anyone in particular, though her eyes shifted toward the person beside her a second later, "almost."
starter for @hugospr1tz | vivi & muse of your choice
the festival had a way of making everything feel louder than it needed to be, at least in her mind. vivienne wandered away from the main stretch of the beach, trading the pulse of the speakers for one of the smaller paths that overlooked the water. it was quieter there, still close enough to hear the music, far enough that conversations didn't have to compete with it. she paused at a railing, resting her forearms against the weathered wood for a moment before exhaling softly. "i'd almost forgotten how exhausting it is to be around this many people, though i suppose for some that's the best part of this festival. or any for that matter."
starter for @giandvja | vivi & muse of your choice
the bracelet station looked like complete chaos. colorful beads scattered across the table, tangled strings, half finished bracelets abandoned while their owners chased another set across the grounds. it almost mirrored the backstage of many fashion shows she had attended, although not one of hers. vivienne studied the selection for a moment before picking up a strand of pale blue beads, twirling it in her hand, "i have a feeling i'm not the target audience for this."
starter for @aftercure | vivi & muse of your choice
she'd wandered toward one of the smaller stages more out of curiosity than intention, stopping long enough to watch the crowd gather as the next artist took the microphone. there was something refreshing about people who hadn't learned they were cool yet. vivienne folded her sunglasses and hooked them neatly into the neckline of her blouse, her eyes turning to the person next to her, "have you ever heard of them? quite good."
starter for @svnhazeds | vivi & muse of your choice
vivienne stopped at one of the vendor stalls, her attention settling on a pair of sunglasses displayed near the front. she picked them up, looked through the tinted lenses once, then set them back with the same care she'd found them. "no," she grumbled, almost staring too intensely at them, "they're trying much too hard." she reached for another pair before glancing toward the person beside her. "what do you think?" another pause, hand gesturing toward her face as she perched the glasses on her nose, "be honest. if they're awful, i'd rather hear it now."
@capritownstarters ; open @ faro bianco
"oh, sorry! let me just– " her hands grab the paper that had slipped from the pages of the worn journal in her hands, nearly brushing their foot. "can't lose that. or get footprints on it, otherwise i promise i'm normally not the type to get in someone's personal space." she offers an apologetic purse of her lips as she stands back straight. "i hope i didn't get in your way, i know people love taking photos here at this time."
"i think your secret's safe with me," amara said with a soft laugh, taking an instinctive half step back to give her room to rescue the page. "though i was about two seconds away from trying to catch it myself."
her gaze flickered briefly to the paper before returning to the journal tucked against the other's arm, "that looked important." she glanced toward the stretch of coastline where a handful of tourists were already angling for the perfect golden hour shot, then shrugged, "the photos can wait. i'd rather someone not lose part of whatever they're working on." a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "artist? writer? or am i completely off?"
@ mercato solemare.
— open starter
“ you’re coming tonight, right ? ” the question leaves valentina with the kind of brightness that suggests she has already decided the answer for them. she’s sitting across from them with one knee tucked beneath her, sunglasses pushed into dark hair, a half melted gelato cup abandoned between them and a stack of piazza luna flyers fanned out beneath her hand — the paper sun-warmed and slightly creased from being folded in her bag for the better part of the afternoon. “ they’re kicking off the season with cinema paradiso, ” she continues, as if this should mean something devastating and legally binding. one of the flyers is slid across the table with two fingers, already marked in the corner with a tiny crooked heart. “ which means you have to come. it’s culture. it’s tradition. it's old people pretending they 're not crying at the ending, and me doing my absolute best to look employable for once. ” and NO — she didn't cry at the ending the last time she watched it. the air in capri was just exceptionally dry that day. “ so obviously, i need you there. for balance. ”
"oh, so this was never actually a question," amara laughed, glancing down at the flyer before looking back up at valentina. "good to know i still have the illusion of free will."
she picked it up anyway, smoothing out one of the creases with her thumb, "i was probably going to end up there regardless. you had me at movie under the stars, honestly." her grin turned a touch more teasing, "though i'm a little offended that my official role is 'balance.' i was hoping for something with a little more prestige. emotional support? snack procurement? designated person to pretend they also aren't crying?"
she tilted her head, studying valentina for a beat, "and for the record, if you start tearing up at the end, i'm not saving you. i'll be too busy pretending i'm just really invested in the cinematography."
"now you're speaking my language," amara laughed, already turning them down a different street without a second thought. "you always start with the treat. everything else is just easier after gelato." she glanced over with an easy grin. "there's a place a few streets over that tourists somehow keep missing, which honestly works in our favor. if you're feeling adventurous, get the pistachio. if you want the full capri experience, get the lemon." she pointed ahead as they walked. "and if you somehow hate it, which i seriously doubt, i'll buy you a second one. i'm very committed to protecting my reputation as your island tour guide." another smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "by the end of the summer you're going to have favorite spots of your own, and then i'll know i've done my job."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," she grins. Amara leads them down a new path so effortlessly that Shae doesn't even notice, only follows in step next to her with an ease that does wonders to relax her uptight shoulders. There was something incredibly relieving about giving up the reins on her day, knowing that she was in capable hands.
"I've heard your name like three times already from other locals and tourists," Shae tells her. "All glowing reviews, so I'm very positive your reputation will stay pristine no matter what I think of the flavors." She gives her a warm smile, the brightness in her eyes showing just how much she means it. "Lemon is definitely calling to me, though." Her smile widens as Amara goes on, though this time it's for herself. The idea of someday soon having her own favorite spots on the island made her more excited than she even realized.
"okay, now you're making me nervous," amara laughed, glancing over at her. "what if i accidentally take you somewhere terrible?" it was obvious she wasn't serious, the joint in her eyes and laugh showing that more than anything.
"i'm glad people have been nice, though. i just, i don't know, i love getting to show people around. and i love planning events that show people how amazing this place is. capri deserves to be experienced, not just checked off a list, ya know?" she truly was grateful for all that capri had given her over the past several years and if she could share even a fraction of that joy with others, she absolutely would.
"lemon it is, then. that's a solid first choice. we'll save the really controversial flavors for once you've been here a little longer."
THE GIRLFRIEND (2025) — Costumes Appreciation Olivia Cooke as Cherry Laine (Costume design by Joanna Johnston)
@capritownstarters ; open @ mercato solemare
he pats his pockets frantically, but his search will yield empty. "shit, i– i swear i had my wallet, i– do you take apple pay? or– excuse me!" this is blessedly nowhere near the top ten most embarassing moments of his life. "could i borrow cash? i will pay you back. or buy you a couple rounds. you have serious leverage in this negotiation."
she watched the increasingly frantic patting of pockets in silence, gaze flicking from him to the vendor with practiced composure. there wasn't an ounce of panic on her face, only quiet assessment.
"well," she said at last, "this is unfortunate,” she reached into her bag, produced the cash without hesitation, and handed it to the vendor rather than him. "i've just become your creditor,” there was the faintest curve at the corner of her mouth.
"don't look so alarmed. i don't charge interest,” a beat, "unless you make me chase you down for repayment."
