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Ive been working on rendering this and the time lapse has almost reached the 3 hour mark even though ive only finished the skin so far… i havent even added flat colours yet to other parts aside from the hair or done line art 😭😭😭 this is why i dont have a single fully rendered character piece im struggling so much

Rafayel wip idk how to render this

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please tell me you’ll be writing more for the cat caleb story!!!! i am so intrigued!!!!!

I will!!! I'm a slow writer though as I only write when the inspiration hits but there will 100% be more of cat caleb!!! Thank you for sharing your enthusiasm with me (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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Rafayel wip idk how to render this

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Scored some pretty pretty pics on a trip I came back from today 💗💗

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Im never going to recover from wiege .. valentines is officially wiege day 😞

The animation style along with the pre-performance scenes and happy AU (HYUNA AND LUKA,,, ENGAGED…???? TILL BECOMES AN ARTIST??.) easily makes it my fave part overall so far along with ruler of my heart and blink gone (…and nowhere) being my faves music wise

And the voice actors/singers have done such an amazing job in voicing all the characters. Hyuna’s end dialogue and luka’s singing sounding so tender and genuine for the first time bc it was a duet with hyuna and wiege sounding like a lullaby (relating to the title translating to cradle) to show how luka never really got to grow up despite being 30 something due to the trauma, the song itself giving both a lullaby and a slow dance/ballroom type of vibe like a lovers song 😭😭😭😭 im never gonna be the same about alnst after this

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posted on ao3 and updated with link !!

Paper Planes: My Letter To You.

Caleb x GN!Reader oneshot

Genre: Angst

TW: Human experimentation

Word count: 722

Ao3 Link

Caleb's early days in the “care” of Ever after the explosion were reminiscent of his days in an orphanage when he was a child. Except this time, you were nowhere in sight, and he was all on his own.

Staring at his reflection in the glass panel across the room, he wondered who might be observing him from the other side. How many might be observing him from the other side.

His body convulsed rapidly for a few seconds as the laser ropes binding his arms and legs to the machines on the wall kept him in place. He cried out from mind-numbing pain. Images of you flashed through his mind.

You call out to him.

“Caleb! Look at this paper plane I made!” You hand over a palm sized light blue paper plane.

“Heyyy, pip-squeak, where did you learn how to make this?” He lifted the delicate paper up to his eyes.

“That's a secret.” You smiled at him. He noticed how the sunlight shone just right on your face.

“You keepin’ secrets from me now?” He smiled, seeing the mischievous glint in your eye.

“Nope! You just wait and see.”

“Pip-squeak planning a surprise? Should I be worried for my safety?” There it was. The teasing tone alot of your conversations with him ended up in.

“Hey! You little--”

The memories of laughter rang in his ears. Another wave of pain shot through his nerves. He pictured you again, handing him a gift box this time.

“What's this?”

“Open it!” You put your hands behind your back, looking pleased with yourself.

He unwrapped the packaging and found a book inside.

“How to make: 35 different plane models using origami” He read out loud, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He looked at you, feeling a smile he couldn't suppress form on his face.

“For me, Pip-squeak?”

“For you.” You looked down, kicking your feet nonchalantly. “.. Make one everytime you miss me, Caleb.”

You looked back up at him.

“I'll be waiting for you.”

This time, the pain didn't stop after a few seconds. His nerves were on fire. His focus on his reflection on the glass blurred and the world turned black.

-

Caleb woke up in a cold sweat. His head hurt as he felt all his muscles scream from exertion. He stared at the ceiling of his room. Moonlight passed through the tiny window high up from one side of the room.

He sat up slowly. The mattress under his weight felt hard as it pressed into the floor. He picked up a medical report on his left next to the mattress.

He tried tearing a page out of the staples using his right hand. The mechanical arm, having a mind of its own, tore through the middle of the page.

He tried again on the next page, this time using his left hand to tear it out and his right to keep the report in place. It tore out cleanly, a little corner left behind on the staple.

He flexed the mechanical hand, opening and closing his fingers, before slowly folding the paper in half and unfolding it, forming a long rectangle on both sides. The metal fingers twitched under his control.

Then he took the corner on top, folding it to meet the crease in the middle, forming a triangle. As he tried to open his hand again, it got stuck and tore the corner out.

He tried with the other corner. It got stuck and tore out again.

He took another page from the report, going through the same steps, his mechanical arm not willing to cooperate with him.

He took out another.

And another.

And another.

Until he was on the last page of the report. Or what was left of it.

Torn paper was scattered around him, and sunlight was starting to shine through the tiny window, but his sole focus was on the paper in front of him.

His head hurt and his body ached. Protested for him to sleep.

But it didn't matter to him. None of it did. Not the pain, not the stares, not the beeping of endless foreign machines ringing in his head.

Not when he was finally staring at the simple paper plane held between the metal fingers.

None of it mattered when you were waiting for him.

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@roseapov sorry about the late tag 😭🙏

Paper Planes: My Letter To You.

Caleb x GN!Reader oneshot

Genre: Angst

TW: Human experimentation

Word count: 722

Caleb's early days in the “care” of Ever after the explosion were reminiscent of his days in an orphanage when he was a child. Except this time, you were nowhere in sight, and he was all on his own.

Staring at his reflection in the glass panel across the room, he wondered who might be observing him from the other side. How many might be observing him from the other side.

His body convulsed rapidly for a few seconds as the laser ropes binding his arms and legs to the machines on the wall kept him in place. He cried out from mind-numbing pain. Images of you flashed through his mind.

You call out to him.

“Caleb! Look at this paper plane I made!” You hand over a palm sized light blue paper plane.

“Heyyy, pip-squeak, where did you learn how to make this?” He lifted the delicate paper up to his eyes.

“That's a secret.” You smiled at him. He noticed how the sunlight shone just right on your face.

“You keepin’ secrets from me now?” He smiled, seeing the mischievous glint in your eye.

“Nope! You just wait and see.”

“Pip-squeak planning a surprise? Should I be worried for my safety?” There it was. The teasing tone alot of your conversations with him ended up in.

“Hey! You little--”

The memories of laughter rang in his ears. Another wave of pain shot through his nerves. He pictured you again, handing him a gift box this time.

“What's this?”

“Open it!” You put your hands behind your back, looking pleased with yourself.

He unwrapped the packaging and found a book inside.

“How to make: 35 different plane models using origami” He read out loud, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He looked at you, feeling a smile he couldn't suppress form on his face.

“For me, Pip-squeak?”

“For you.” You looked down, kicking your feet nonchalantly. “.. Make one everytime you miss me, Caleb.”

You looked back up at him.

“I'll be waiting for you.”

This time, the pain didn't stop after a few seconds. His nerves were on fire. His focus on his reflection on the glass blurred and the world turned black.

-

Caleb woke up in a cold sweat. His head hurt as he felt all his muscles scream from exertion. He stared at the ceiling of his room. Moonlight passed through the tiny window high up from one side of the room.

He sat up slowly. The mattress under his weight felt hard as it pressed into the floor. He picked up a medical report on his left next to the mattress.

He tried tearing a page out of the staples using his right hand. The mechanical arm, having a mind of its own, tore through the middle of the page.

He tried again on the next page, this time using his left hand to tear it out and his right to keep the report in place. It tore out cleanly, a little corner left behind on the staple.

He flexed the mechanical hand, opening and closing his fingers, before slowly folding the paper in half and unfolding it, forming a long rectangle on both sides. The metal fingers twitched under his control.

Then he took the corner on top, folding it to meet the crease in the middle, forming a triangle. As he tried to open his hand again, it got stuck and tore the corner out.

He tried with the other corner. It got stuck and tore out again.

He took another page from the report, going through the same steps, his mechanical arm not willing to cooperate with him.

He took out another.

And another.

And another.

Until he was on the last page of the report. Or what was left of it.

Torn paper was scattered around him, and sunlight was starting to shine through the tiny window, but his sole focus was on the paper in front of him.

His head hurt and his body ached. Protested for him to sleep.

But it didn't matter to him. None of it did. Not the pain, not the stares, not the beeping of endless foreign machines ringing in his head.

Not when he was finally staring at the simple paper plane held between the metal fingers.

None of it mattered when you were waiting for him.

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Ao3 hit me with error 500 as soon as i opened it to post this.. my luck is truly amazing /s

Paper Planes: My Letter To You.

Caleb x GN!Reader oneshot

Genre: Angst

TW: Human experimentation

Word count: 722

Caleb's early days in the “care” of Ever after the explosion were reminiscent of his days in an orphanage when he was a child. Except this time, you were nowhere in sight, and he was all on his own.

Staring at his reflection in the glass panel across the room, he wondered who might be observing him from the other side. How many might be observing him from the other side.

His body convulsed rapidly for a few seconds as the laser ropes binding his arms and legs to the machines on the wall kept him in place. He cried out from mind-numbing pain. Images of you flashed through his mind.

You call out to him.

“Caleb! Look at this paper plane I made!” You had over a palm sized light blue paper plane.

“Heyyy, pip-squeak, where did you learn how to make this?” He lifted the delicate paper up to his eyes.

“That's a secret.” You smiled at him. He noticed how the sunlight shone just right on your face.

“You keepin’ secrets from me now?” He smiled, seeing the mischievous glint in your eye.

“Nope! You just wait and see.”

“Pip-squeak planning a surprise? Should I be worried for my safety?” There it was. The teasing tone alot of your conversations with him ended up in.

“Hey! You little--”

The memories of laughter rang in his ears. Another wave of pain shot through his nerves. He pictured you again, handing him a gift box this time.

“What's this?”

“Open it!” You put your hands behind your back, looking pleased with yourself.

He unwrapped the packaging and found a book inside.

“How to make: 35 different plane models using origami” He read out loud, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He looked at you, feeling a smile he couldn't suppress form on his face.

“For me, Pip-squeak?”

“For you.” You looked down, kicking your feet nonchalantly. “.. Make one everytime you miss me, Caleb.”

You looked back up at him.

“I'll be waiting for you.”

This time, the pain didn't stop after a few seconds. His nerves were on fire. His focus on his reflection on the glass blurred and the world turned black.

-

Caleb woke up in a cold sweat. His head hurt as he felt all his muscles scream from exertion. He stared at the ceiling of his room. Moonlight passed through the tiny window high up from one side of the room.

He sat up slowly. The mattress under his weight felt hard as it pressed into the floor. He picked up a medical report on his left next to the mattress.

He tried tearing a page out of the staples using his right hand. The mechanical arm, having a mind of its own, tore through the middle of the page.

He tried again on the next page, this time using his left hand to tear it out and his right to keep the report in place. It tore out cleanly, a little corner left behind on the staple.

He flexed the mechanical hand, opening and closing his fingers, before slowly folding the paper in half and unfolding it, forming a long rectangle on both sides. The metal fingers twitched under his control.

Then he took the corner on top, folding it to meet the crease in the middle, forming a triangle. As he tried to open his hand again, it got stuck and tore the corner out.

He tried with the other corner. It got stuck and tore out again.

He took another page from the report, going through the same steps, his mechanical arm not willing to cooperate with him.

He took out another.

And another.

And another.

Until he was on the last page of the report. Or what was left of it.

Torn paper was scattered around him, and sunlight was starting to shine through the tiny window, but his sole focus was on the paper in front of him.

His head hurt and his body ached. Protested for him to sleep.

But it didn't matter to him. None of it did. Not the pain, not the stares, not the beeping of endless foreign machines ringing in his head.

Not when he was finally staring at the simple paper plane held between the metal fingers.

None of it mattered when you were waiting for him.

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Paper Planes: My Letter To You.

Caleb x GN!Reader oneshot

Genre: Angst

TW: Human experimentation

Word count: 722

Ao3 Link

Caleb's early days in the “care” of Ever after the explosion were reminiscent of his days in an orphanage when he was a child. Except this time, you were nowhere in sight, and he was all on his own.

Staring at his reflection in the glass panel across the room, he wondered who might be observing him from the other side. How many might be observing him from the other side.

His body convulsed rapidly for a few seconds as the laser ropes binding his arms and legs to the machines on the wall kept him in place. He cried out from mind-numbing pain. Images of you flashed through his mind.

You call out to him.

“Caleb! Look at this paper plane I made!” You hand over a palm sized light blue paper plane.

“Heyyy, pip-squeak, where did you learn how to make this?” He lifted the delicate paper up to his eyes.

“That's a secret.” You smiled at him. He noticed how the sunlight shone just right on your face.

“You keepin’ secrets from me now?” He smiled, seeing the mischievous glint in your eye.

“Nope! You just wait and see.”

“Pip-squeak planning a surprise? Should I be worried for my safety?” There it was. The teasing tone alot of your conversations with him ended up in.

“Hey! You little--”

The memories of laughter rang in his ears. Another wave of pain shot through his nerves. He pictured you again, handing him a gift box this time.

“What's this?”

“Open it!” You put your hands behind your back, looking pleased with yourself.

He unwrapped the packaging and found a book inside.

“How to make: 35 different plane models using origami” He read out loud, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He looked at you, feeling a smile he couldn't suppress form on his face.

“For me, Pip-squeak?”

“For you.” You looked down, kicking your feet nonchalantly. “.. Make one everytime you miss me, Caleb.”

You looked back up at him.

“I'll be waiting for you.”

This time, the pain didn't stop after a few seconds. His nerves were on fire. His focus on his reflection on the glass blurred and the world turned black.

-

Caleb woke up in a cold sweat. His head hurt as he felt all his muscles scream from exertion. He stared at the ceiling of his room. Moonlight passed through the tiny window high up from one side of the room.

He sat up slowly. The mattress under his weight felt hard as it pressed into the floor. He picked up a medical report on his left next to the mattress.

He tried tearing a page out of the staples using his right hand. The mechanical arm, having a mind of its own, tore through the middle of the page.

He tried again on the next page, this time using his left hand to tear it out and his right to keep the report in place. It tore out cleanly, a little corner left behind on the staple.

He flexed the mechanical hand, opening and closing his fingers, before slowly folding the paper in half and unfolding it, forming a long rectangle on both sides. The metal fingers twitched under his control.

Then he took the corner on top, folding it to meet the crease in the middle, forming a triangle. As he tried to open his hand again, it got stuck and tore the corner out.

He tried with the other corner. It got stuck and tore out again.

He took another page from the report, going through the same steps, his mechanical arm not willing to cooperate with him.

He took out another.

And another.

And another.

Until he was on the last page of the report. Or what was left of it.

Torn paper was scattered around him, and sunlight was starting to shine through the tiny window, but his sole focus was on the paper in front of him.

His head hurt and his body ached. Protested for him to sleep.

But it didn't matter to him. None of it did. Not the pain, not the stares, not the beeping of endless foreign machines ringing in his head.

Not when he was finally staring at the simple paper plane held between the metal fingers.

None of it mattered when you were waiting for him.

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I thought valentines banner would be very cutsey very demure but it went BOOMSHAKALAKA GAWDDD (not that I'm complaining..) (Still broke tho idk if I'll score any of the cards.. 😭)

ALSO THE WOLFCUTS???? infold has been watching us all along 😦

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WAAIT YOU'RE SO RIGHT I didn't notice that until now

Reverse isekai... Caleb... Cat...

Caleb loved you more than anything in this world. 

Or at least, that's what you would've liked to imagine if he was real. But he isn't. And you're not in a pixelated little world called Linkon City and none of your hopes and dreams about having a happily ever after with your military husband and childhood best friend were coming true. 

You stared at the fanfic left open on the phone screen, wishing to see your husband in your dreams to ease the ache of loving someone you could never have while in your loneliest moments. 

If only he could be real. If only he could become real from Astra knows what power and fall in love all over again. With you this time instead of the MC who seemed to resemble anything but you. If only. Too much to ask for, yes, you know. 

No, he wasn't real, and no, he wasn't there to fall in love with you as you did with him. And you had your own life to live and work to do and tough times to get through on your own tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. 

So, leaving you no other choice, you drifted off to sleep as the delusion shattering ache in your heart seeped in.

-

It was raining. You opened up your umbrella next to the entrance of your workplace, greeting your coworkers goodbye. You were tired. Your brain was fried from working since morning and you felt like the walking dead. 

The thoughts of cooking something up for dinner made you feel like flopping down on the sidewalk you were walking on and passing out. You had the free will to do that, of course, but the rain pitter pattering along with your dragged steps only reminded you of all the cleaning you would have to do after practicing your so-called free will. 

The street lights turned on and you continued onward, just a block away from your home. 

As you walked by an alleyway, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sound of metal clashing onto the ground. You froze, holding your breath as you turned around. 

You waited. 

One beat. Two beats. 

Nothing. 

And then, there it was again, the sound of something thuding around. 

Without thinking, you made your way towards the source of the sound, your heart bearing in your ears. A dumpster came into view. 

Something, or someone, seemed to be struggling inside. You called out. 

“Hello..? Is anyone in there..?” Your voice trembled. 

No reply.

You slowly got close to the dumpster and opened the cover with shaking hands. 

Widened blue-pink eyes with a pair of black ears and tail stared up at you through the piles of garbage. 

“What the fuck?”

-

The cat jumped out of your hold as soon as you entered your home, shaking off water from its fur and scampering away from you as fast as it could while you were struggling to put down the wet umbrella. 

“Okay, rude? I bring you home with me to avoid the guilty conscience that would follow tomorrow if I found you dead from the cold somewhere and you pay me off by drenching my floorboards!”

You let out a frustrated sigh. 

He silently watched you from a corner of the room as you made your way to the kitchen island to wash off your hands. 

“Make yourself at home, I guess..” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him. 

I have a cat in my apartment. What now? 

-

First and foremost, it was bathtime. You were NOT about to let a stinky ass wet fur ball run around your home. 

You tried to pick him up again but he bolted around the living room, paw pads making skittering noises in the process.

After about 10 minutes of running around, you gave up, standing defeated. You called out to him as a last resort. 

“I just want to give you a bath. Please.”

“Mreow!” He protested, sitting on top of the kitchen island. 

“Fine. Whatever. Live with the stink all you want. I'm tired and you're taking up my gaming time.” You rolled your eyes. 

Maybe leaving him alone for a while will ease him a little.. You hoped. 

And so, you turned around and sat down on the couch with the TV remote in hand, ready to open YouTube and rewatch the same goddamn trailer for the 100th time. 

[Love and Deepspace | Caleb's Trailer]

-

He didn't know how he ended up here. One moment he was feeling immense, needle pricking pain across his entire body, the next he was in a dumpster. With paws instead of hands. And the world seemed thrice as large and intimidating. 

Well, At least I have shelter from the rain for now.. Though I feel like a wet rat. 

He watched the girl settle down on the couch. 

I wonder how long I can stay here. I need to figure things out..

Then, he heard something that caught his eye. 

“What, you don't recognize me?”

He stared at the video playing on the TV screen. 

“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”

His ears perked up, all pointy, and his eyes widened. 

That's me. 

He watched as the figure on the screen bit an apple as lightning flashed in the background. 

That. Is. Me. On the TV. 

A/N: Interest check? Very self indulgent... Kinda, sorta, really wanna turn this into a one-shot fic maybe... Haha.. Ha.. But I'll have to play through all the content released in the past few months.. 😭

Wrote this half asleep someone bonk me to sleep please

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OMGG CAT CALEB'S EYES ARE SO ON POINT ‼️‼️‼️i love love love the apple theme and why reader's outfit is blue and orange

What's the story behind the plant on the table? Looks like a miniature sakura model to me (⁠⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠⁠)

Thank you so much for the enthusiasm and feeling inspired enough to draw from my writing <3

Reverse isekai... Caleb... Cat...

Caleb loved you more than anything in this world. 

Or at least, that's what you would've liked to imagine if he was real. But he isn't. And you're not in a pixelated little world called Linkon City and none of your hopes and dreams about having a happily ever after with your military husband and childhood best friend were coming true. 

You stared at the fanfic left open on the phone screen, wishing to see your husband in your dreams to ease the ache of loving someone you could never have while in your loneliest moments. 

If only he could be real. If only he could become real from Astra knows what power and fall in love all over again. With you this time instead of the MC who seemed to resemble anything but you. If only. Too much to ask for, yes, you know. 

No, he wasn't real, and no, he wasn't there to fall in love with you as you did with him. And you had your own life to live and work to do and tough times to get through on your own tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. 

So, leaving you no other choice, you drifted off to sleep as the delusion shattering ache in your heart seeped in.

-

It was raining. You opened up your umbrella next to the entrance of your workplace, greeting your coworkers goodbye. You were tired. Your brain was fried from working since morning and you felt like the walking dead. 

The thoughts of cooking something up for dinner made you feel like flopping down on the sidewalk you were walking on and passing out. You had the free will to do that, of course, but the rain pitter pattering along with your dragged steps only reminded you of all the cleaning you would have to do after practicing your so-called free will. 

The street lights turned on and you continued onward, just a block away from your home. 

As you walked by an alleyway, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sound of metal clashing onto the ground. You froze, holding your breath as you turned around. 

You waited. 

One beat. Two beats. 

Nothing. 

And then, there it was again, the sound of something thuding around. 

Without thinking, you made your way towards the source of the sound, your heart bearing in your ears. A dumpster came into view. 

Something, or someone, seemed to be struggling inside. You called out. 

“Hello..? Is anyone in there..?” Your voice trembled. 

No reply.

You slowly got close to the dumpster and opened the cover with shaking hands. 

Widened blue-pink eyes with a pair of black ears and tail stared up at you through the piles of garbage. 

“What the fuck?”

-

The cat jumped out of your hold as soon as you entered your home, shaking off water from its fur and scampering away from you as fast as it could while you were struggling to put down the wet umbrella. 

“Okay, rude? I bring you home with me to avoid the guilty conscience that would follow tomorrow if I found you dead from the cold somewhere and you pay me off by drenching my floorboards!”

You let out a frustrated sigh. 

He silently watched you from a corner of the room as you made your way to the kitchen island to wash off your hands. 

“Make yourself at home, I guess..” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him. 

I have a cat in my apartment. What now? 

-

First and foremost, it was bathtime. You were NOT about to let a stinky ass wet fur ball run around your home. 

You tried to pick him up again but he bolted around the living room, paw pads making skittering noises in the process.

After about 10 minutes of running around, you gave up, standing defeated. You called out to him as a last resort. 

“I just want to give you a bath. Please.”

“Mreow!” He protested, sitting on top of the kitchen island. 

“Fine. Whatever. Live with the stink all you want. I'm tired and you're taking up my gaming time.” You rolled your eyes. 

Maybe leaving him alone for a while will ease him a little.. You hoped. 

And so, you turned around and sat down on the couch with the TV remote in hand, ready to open YouTube and rewatch the same goddamn trailer for the 100th time. 

[Love and Deepspace | Caleb's Trailer]

-

He didn't know how he ended up here. One moment he was feeling immense, needle pricking pain across his entire body, the next he was in a dumpster. With paws instead of hands. And the world seemed thrice as large and intimidating. 

Well, At least I have shelter from the rain for now.. Though I feel like a wet rat. 

He watched the girl settle down on the couch. 

I wonder how long I can stay here. I need to figure things out..

Then, he heard something that caught his eye. 

“What, you don't recognize me?”

He stared at the video playing on the TV screen. 

“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”

His ears perked up, all pointy, and his eyes widened. 

That's me. 

He watched as the figure on the screen bit an apple as lightning flashed in the background. 

That. Is. Me. On the TV. 

A/N: Interest check? Very self indulgent... Kinda, sorta, really wanna turn this into a one-shot fic maybe... Haha.. Ha.. But I'll have to play through all the content released in the past few months.. 😭

Wrote this half asleep someone bonk me to sleep please

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I completely forgot but 2nd Feb was the 1 year anniversary of this blog!! I haven't used it much but I'm glad to know that people like my writing. I never really shared it anywhere until I created this blog so it feels a little weird anytime someone comments or reblogs one of my posts but I also feel happy 🤸‍♀️💕

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OH MY GOD I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS (๑°ㅁ°๑)‼

Please drop the rest of the sketches from your treasure trove 🙏🙏🙏 PS I love your art style and the little apple plushie sitting on the side table

Reverse isekai... Caleb... Cat...

Caleb loved you more than anything in this world. 

Or at least, that's what you would've liked to imagine if he was real. But he isn't. And you're not in a pixelated little world called Linkon City and none of your hopes and dreams about having a happily ever after with your military husband and childhood best friend were coming true. 

You stared at the fanfic left open on the phone screen, wishing to see your husband in your dreams to ease the ache of loving someone you could never have while in your loneliest moments. 

If only he could be real. If only he could become real from Astra knows what power and fall in love all over again. With you this time instead of the MC who seemed to resemble anything but you. If only. Too much to ask for, yes, you know. 

No, he wasn't real, and no, he wasn't there to fall in love with you as you did with him. And you had your own life to live and work to do and tough times to get through on your own tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. 

So, leaving you no other choice, you drifted off to sleep as the delusion shattering ache in your heart seeped in.

-

It was raining. You opened up your umbrella next to the entrance of your workplace, greeting your coworkers goodbye. You were tired. Your brain was fried from working since morning and you felt like the walking dead. 

The thoughts of cooking something up for dinner made you feel like flopping down on the sidewalk you were walking on and passing out. You had the free will to do that, of course, but the rain pitter pattering along with your dragged steps only reminded you of all the cleaning you would have to do after practicing your so-called free will. 

The street lights turned on and you continued onward, just a block away from your home. 

As you walked by an alleyway, your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the sound of metal clashing onto the ground. You froze, holding your breath as you turned around. 

You waited. 

One beat. Two beats. 

Nothing. 

And then, there it was again, the sound of something thuding around. 

Without thinking, you made your way towards the source of the sound, your heart bearing in your ears. A dumpster came into view. 

Something, or someone, seemed to be struggling inside. You called out. 

“Hello..? Is anyone in there..?” Your voice trembled. 

No reply.

You slowly got close to the dumpster and opened the cover with shaking hands. 

Widened blue-pink eyes with a pair of black ears and tail stared up at you through the piles of garbage. 

“What the fuck?”

-

The cat jumped out of your hold as soon as you entered your home, shaking off water from its fur and scampering away from you as fast as it could while you were struggling to put down the wet umbrella. 

“Okay, rude? I bring you home with me to avoid the guilty conscience that would follow tomorrow if I found you dead from the cold somewhere and you pay me off by drenching my floorboards!”

You let out a frustrated sigh. 

He silently watched you from a corner of the room as you made your way to the kitchen island to wash off your hands. 

“Make yourself at home, I guess..” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him. 

I have a cat in my apartment. What now? 

-

First and foremost, it was bathtime. You were NOT about to let a stinky ass wet fur ball run around your home. 

You tried to pick him up again but he bolted around the living room, paw pads making skittering noises in the process.

After about 10 minutes of running around, you gave up, standing defeated. You called out to him as a last resort. 

“I just want to give you a bath. Please.”

“Mreow!” He protested, sitting on top of the kitchen island. 

“Fine. Whatever. Live with the stink all you want. I'm tired and you're taking up my gaming time.” You rolled your eyes. 

Maybe leaving him alone for a while will ease him a little.. You hoped. 

And so, you turned around and sat down on the couch with the TV remote in hand, ready to open YouTube and rewatch the same goddamn trailer for the 100th time.��

[Love and Deepspace | Caleb's Trailer]

-

He didn't know how he ended up here. One moment he was feeling immense, needle pricking pain across his entire body, the next he was in a dumpster. With paws instead of hands. And the world seemed thrice as large and intimidating. 

Well, At least I have shelter from the rain for now.. Though I feel like a wet rat. 

He watched the girl settle down on the couch. 

I wonder how long I can stay here. I need to figure things out..

Then, he heard something that caught his eye. 

“What, you don't recognize me?”

He stared at the video playing on the TV screen. 

“Did you honestly think I would always be the kind hearted boy from your childhood?”

His ears perked up, all pointy, and his eyes widened. 

That's me. 

He watched as the figure on the screen bit an apple as lightning flashed in the background. 

That. Is. Me. On the TV. 

A/N: Interest check? Very self indulgent... Kinda, sorta, really wanna turn this into a one-shot fic maybe... Haha.. Ha.. But I'll have to play through all the content released in the past few months.. 😭

Wrote this half asleep someone bonk me to sleep please

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Still life study (reference on top left photographed by Ron Colbroth)

Process under the cut

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i read your thoughts on caleb n i agree to disagree abt the drugging part i don’t think he drugged us drugged us but gave a stronger dose of those type of medicine that knock you out when ur sick so u don’t cough urself awake he used that since we were sick and used it to his advantage sigh i just got mad when he didn’t let us save the poor boy and giving him to lucius 😡😡

I personally don't think that makes it any better since he did still make her drowsy on purpose 😞 but its okay it comes with the yandere territory

I was also pissed when he didn't save the boy but hopefully we will save him in the main story in future updates.. Hopefully 👾

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I was so focused on playing through all the incidents with caleb in abyssal chaos that i failed the deduction in battle from lack of codes 😭 IN EASY MODE 😭😭😭