#Caleb! =D

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸����𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰

~ 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝐻𝒜𝒟𝐸𝒮𝒯𝒪𝒲𝒩

. . . . . ╰──╮╭──╯ . . . . .

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪʀᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ ʀᴘ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ!

✦ ᴛɪʀ ɪꜱ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀꜰʟᴜɪᴅ & ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

✦ ᴍᴏᴅ ᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ, ᴛᴏᴏ =D

✦ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴏᴛꜱ/ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ

✦ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴋ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɪᴛ; ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ

✦ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ: ʜᴏᴍᴏ/ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘʜᴏʙɪᴄ, ʀᴀᴄɪꜱᴛ, ᴀʙʟᴇɪꜱᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ. (ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ)

✦ ɴᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ, ɪɴɴᴜᴇɴᴅᴏꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴇ

✦ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ!

✦ @op3n-arms | Uᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴅᴜᴏ | ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ

✦ @just-a-mer | "ʟᴏᴠᴇ" | ᴛʜᴇ "ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ" ᴅᴜᴏ

✦ @the-warrior-of-the-mind | ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

✦ @frayna-of-the-hollow | ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ

✦ 💫 ᴀɴᴏɴ

✦ 🧊 ᴀɴᴏɴ

✦ 🍉 ᴀɴᴏɴ

✦ 🦜 ᴀɴᴏɴ

✦ ☀️ ᴀɴᴏɴ

✦ 🎠 ᴀɴᴏɴ

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𝐿𝒪𝑅𝐸

✧ ᴛɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀʀʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

✧ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴʏᴍᴘʜ ᴄʜᴀʀɪᴄʟᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇᴘʜᴇʀᴅ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀᴇꜱ

✧ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴʏᴍᴘʜ ʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴀʙɪᴛꜱ

✧ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛɪʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛʏ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɴʏᴍᴘʜꜱ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴍʙꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ (ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋ!)

✧ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ɴʏᴍᴘʜꜱ ɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ (ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ); ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴇꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴏᴏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

✧ ɴʏᴍᴘʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴜɢꜱ ᴏʀ, ᴀʟɪɢɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ

✧ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀᴜꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ᴠᴇɴɢᴇꜰᴜʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇɴ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ

✧ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪꜱ (+ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ) ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛɪʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ, ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴇɴɢʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ

✧ ᴛɪʀᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴᴛᴏ-ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴅꜱᴏɴ-ᴍᴏᴘꜱᴜꜱ

✧ ᴍᴏᴘꜱᴜꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀɢᴏɴᴀᴜᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴇꜱᴛᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏ; ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ

✧ ᴛɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

✧ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪᴅᴀꜱ, ᴛᴀɴᴛᴀʟᴜꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪꜱʏᴘʜᴜꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʟᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀɢᴏɴᴀᴜᴛꜱ ʀᴏʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅʏꜱꜱᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪʟɪᴀᴅ

✧ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴅʏꜱꜱᴇᴜꜱ' ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴀ, ᴛɪʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴏᴏ (ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ), ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ-ʜɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ

✧ ᴛɪʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

✧ ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ, ᴛɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟɪꜱʜ ʙᴀꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜɪᴘꜱ, ꜱɪᴅᴇꜱ, ꜱᴘɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ (ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋ!)

✧ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛʜᴇ (ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏᴄᴏʟᴜꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴀᴅᴇꜱ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜʀʏ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ)

✧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏʀᴜꜱ [ᴍᴏᴅ] ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇꜱᴛꜱ

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[nerdylizard5]

Mighty Nein: Nonagon

Sometimes wild inspiration hits as you’re falling asleep and make a note on your phone and then spend 8 hours over 2 days completing the piece. My subconscious is better than my conscious at art ideas. So enjoy this Critical Role Mighty Nein art I completed last night!

(Prints)

[meziniart]

a quick redraw of a 2019 caleb (missing him hours)

[kykyonthemoon]

Red Stains

You've got a new lipstick and can't wait to test out the color,

on his face.

✧ — Character x F!Reader ✧ — 16+, MDNI, suggestive themes, established relationships, soft fluff, touchy, marking ✧ — Requested by Wytchie Pie.

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𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

While Caleb was in the living room playing his video game, you walked in with a new lipstick. It was hard not to tease him more when you saw how committed he was to the game. Reaching him from behind the couch, you put your arms around his neck and raised his chin to meet your gaze. You leaned down to give his left cheek a kiss. Then you hurried out of the room.

Though a little taken aback, Caleb simply grinned to himself and carried on playing the game. Not even your scarlet lipstick on his cheek did he notice.

After a while, you returned to the room. You interrupted his match again like the first time and gave him another kiss, this time on the right cheek. With a scowl, Caleb warned you: "Don't be naughty."

But you did not listen. You went into the bathroom again to apply another layer of lipstick. When would he find out that his face was covered with your lip stains? He had such a cute and goofy expression. Should you not tell him, would people laugh at him when he got out at last?

Being laughed at was his punishment. For playing games all afternoon and paying no attention to you. You went back to the living room, sneakily behind the sofa again and encircled him with your arms...

All of a sudden, he grabbed your wrist, bending you over. He leaned his head back to touch your lips and locked it with a kiss. Surprised, you leaped back and attempted to flee. After hurling the console onto the chair, Caleb got up, circled the couch, and seized you.

His hands clamped around your waist, making you turn to face him. “I told you not to be naughty.”

As you looked at the screen with the large word DEFEATED displayed, you laughed. In response, you said:

“You lost because you're terrible at this game. It's not my fault.”

“You're still in the mood to tease me?”

Caleb made an angry face, but all you saw was a cute guy with two lipstick marks on his face. He still held you tightly in his arms to prevent you from escaping. He gently lifted you up so that your bare feet rested on his.

“You tried the lipstick marking thing on my face again, didn't you”

"How do you know that?"

“I can smell it.” Caleb smirked. He could position you against the couch with style in only one spin.

“Caleb?” You were a bit surprised. He still refused to let you go but pressed closer to you.

“Make amends.” Caleb said, his voice a bit coy, making you blush. Normally, it's you who wheedle.

"What kind of compensation do you want?..." You hesitated, but you had good reason to be concerned. Because as soon as you finished speaking, you felt a bit regretful when Caleb suddenly attacked you with a passionate kiss.

When he finally let go to let you catch your breath, he rubbed your head, causing your hair to go untidy. Your fingers still lingered on his shoulder, and your red lips seemed to be inviting for another kiss. Caleb could not let you win that quickly. He stepped back and said:

“Everything always goes your way. That's how it's been all along since childhood. I can't keep spoiling you forever.”

Feeling a little let down, you gazed into his eyes. Caleb's face had brilliant lipstick traces that your fingertips touched.

"Are you sure?" You inquired, and then you hurried to put both of your arms around his neck without waiting for him to respond. You raised your torso and enveloped his waist with your legs. All he could do was hold you, and then you would attack him with powerful, determined kisses.

Caleb laughed while you pulled your lips away long enough to take a breath. He was defeated, again and again. After all, he would always let you win.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You finished your makeup that day with a little red lipstick on the lips. Satisfied with the new lipstick and cosmetics Tara had just recommended, you glanced in the mirror. But when you turned to Xavier,you saw him dozing off on the edge of the bed. He was still seated, but his back was resting on a stack of pillows and his hand was gripping the plush bunny named Bunbun.

You intended to wake him up, but as you approached, his innocent face and soft snoring made you want to give him a little playful nudge. You placed yourself on the edge of the bed, as quietly as possible so as not to wake him up. Then you pressed your lips to his cheek, leaving a red lip stain.

Leaning back slightly, you waited for Xavier to stir, but he remained deep sleeping. You impatiently placed a kiss on his other cheek. Then one on the forehead, another on the chin... Just like that, soon light and dark lipstick smears were all over his face.

You gulped back a laugh. He was certain to become uneasy upon awakening. Unexpectedly, you were taken by surprise as well. His eyes were barely open when his fingers snatched your wrists and pushed you against the bed.

"Xavier?" You let out a startled exclamation. You felt his body pressing on yours, immobilizing you. He could easily lock both of your wrists together, forcing them above your head and holding them there with only one hand.

You raised your gaze to Xavier's face which was covered by lipsticks. Gradually, he opened his eyes. He was still drowsy, but he was fully aware of the damage you had just caused to his heavenly face.

“I can't believe you sneaked up on me while I was sleeping.”

You giggled, looking apologetic: “I'm sorry. Because… you look so cute when you sleep!”

Xavier pretended not to hear your apology. He tightened his hold on the area that was holding your wrist, and you let out a quiet cry. His other hand freely explored your face and his fingers paused at your lips.

"Your lip color has changed."

Xavier was always sensitive to even the tiniest changes in you. It gave you the impression that he was concerned about you and valued you. You gave a nod.

“And you brought my face out to test your new lipstick?” Xavier questioned. You became aware that his body was gradually dropping and encroaching onto yours.

"I've already... apologized," Your cheeks heated with his breath.

"That doesn't count." Xavier gave a sulky reply. "There will be an equal cost for you to pay."

"H-Huh?

Xavier leaned down and pressed his cool lips to your cheek, leaving a scorching, tingling trail.

“One here.” Xavier said, then he proceeded to kiss the other cheek. “Another here.”

“X-Xavier…” You made an effort to resist and came very close to escaping him. But your wrists were held even tighter. The other hand Xavier was holding around your neck tensed as well. 

"Be good!" Although his voice was still very gentle, you caught his impatience, almost like a command.

And you lied still, submitting to his authority as he inked your face with his own lip marks. On the forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. He planted a kiss on your face in precisely the same spot and sequence as you had just given him. You started to get a sense that Xavier wasn't actually asleep, and you were naive to fall right into the trap that was set up by his innocent expression.

At the same time, you relished the sensation of being beneath Xavier, his body heat enveloping you, and the sound of his breathing in your ear blended with every kiss.

The last kiss just ended. As you struggled to catch your breath, you said:

“A-Are you done? Can you…Can you let me go now?…”

The truth was, you never want him to let go. Xavier simply glanced at you and felt your emotions. He lifted your chin again so you could look into his eyes, while he gently parted your lips with this thumb.

“Did I say I would let you go?”

Your eyes seemed to be blurred by the heat between you both. You arched your head back a little, longing for his lips to meet yours once more. Xavier smiled triumphantly as his finger lightly slid across your lips, smearing a small amount of your lipstick out.

“You should have known there is a price for waking me up like that.”

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

That evening, while you were getting ready for the date, Rafayel showed up. He took a seat next to you and began fiddling with the makeup items on the table. His long fingers stroke the blush in the box, he waved it in the air, enjoying the color in his hand.

"Look at this. My hands are now the same color as your cheeks.”

You turned to look at Rafayel. He gave you a mischievous smile. With his other hand, he gently lifted your chin.

“Let me help you,” said Rafayel. You obediently sat still so he could apply the pink blush that was already on his hand to your cheeks, although you were certain that they were already pink even before applying makeup.

"Very lovely. The peach hue draws attention to your smile.” Rafayel exclaimed. "Even though you don't need makeup to look beautiful."

You smiled heartily. His lips were always so sweet, giving you more confidence. I had never seen yourself more beautiful than when you were next to him. Even without saying it out loud, the way he looked at you always made you feel like you were the most exquisite painting his eyes had ever laid upon.

“I'm almost done. All that's left is lipstick." You said while taking out a brand new lipstick from your purse. “Tara said this color would go very well with me.”

Rafayel took the lipstick from your hand and looked at its color through the transparent glass cover. Then he gave it back to you. “Go ahead and try it on.” He spoke excitedly, as if he was the one using this lipstick.

You twisted the cap open, applied a layer and pressed your lips together to spread the lipstick evenly. “Mmmh.” Before you could look closely, Rafayel anxiously put his palm on your cheek and drew you in.

“Let me see it...” Rafayel's fingertips playfully caressed across your face and ears while you held your breath. "Red. It truly does fit you perfectly.”

His thumb traced a line down the border of your lower lip, giving you a ticklish feeling. You could not focus because of how near his face was. You gently closed your eyes, then when he was too preoccupied staring at your lips, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“You?!” Rafayel was startled. He withdrew his hand and touched the place you just kissed. A scarlet set of lips like a blossoming flower revealed itself on Rafayel's porcelain face.

"If you don't let me see my lipstick color in the mirror, I'll borrow your face to try it on." You laughed in response.

“What do you mean by that?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Rafayel was left with another lip mark on his cheek, just below the previous one. His eyebrows frowned slightly. His cheeks and ears were scarlet, he couldn't hide his embarrassment anymore.

“That is excessive.” Rafayel mumbled, yet behind that salty expression was a wry smirk. You applied another layer of lipstick on your lips to replace the first layer that had mostly faded. You commented:

“This lipstick tastes somewhat as sweet as candy.”

Hearing that, Rafayel immediately raised his face. He held your chin tightly in his hand and brought it very close.

“Really? I'd like to give it a shot as well.”

After saying so, he put his lips to yours. Before you could protest, you felt a slight pain in your bottom lip as you opened your eyes wide.

“R-Rafayel!” You gasped when he left your lips. Your lipstick was lightly on his lips as he licked it lightly.

“It does taste like candy!”

His mysterious expression confused you. You covered your mouth with both hands and reprimanded: "You just bit me!"

With a sly smile, Rafayel tipped his head and said, "I was only curious to taste your lipstick. Then, I realized something…”

Suddenly he came close to you again. His hand pulled yours down to reveal your red face and slightly swollen, color-smeared lips. He spoke again:

“You taste sweeter than any candy!”

Unsure of how to react, you observed Rafayel get back up. You followed him because you assumed he was going to head to the restaurant that you two had reserved. Just as you were getting up from the chair, Rafayel abruptly pulled you back and seated you entirely on the dressing table.

"Where are you going?" He asked while burying his face in your shoulder and hair.

“To our date?… We're already late…”

Rafayel's dissatisfaction was evident from his facial expression. He glanced back at you, his finger tracing across your lips as if he was painting a picture himself.

"The plan has changed."

He kissed you once more, and this time, the long kisses were broken up by little, painless bites that made you weak in the knees and found it hard to breathe. You pushed Rafayel back a little so he could slow down while leaning your back against the frigid mirror. However, the more you did so, the more he devoured your red lips.

“We can save that restaurant for another time… For now, let's stay here, okay?”

He said between rapid breaths. You nodded slightly. How could you refuse, when all your luscious lips wanted was him?

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

During Zayne's lunch break, you stayed in his office to make sure he ate enough and on time. It could also be said otherwise; it's him who made sure you're full and rest well before returning to the headquarters.

After lunch, Zayne sat reading a book on the sofa. You thought you would get out your new lipstick and give it a little play since you had nothing better to do. You barely learned the fundamental techniques and were too busy fighting Wanderers to wear makeup frequently. But the other day, Tara had just given you a new lipstick and said that this color would look good on you.

You put on a light layer. Since Zayne's workplace lacked a mirror, you turned to him and inquired, "How do I look?"

Zayne merely gave you a quick glance before turning back to the book.

"Alright."

"Alright?!" You said it again. By that, what did he mean? It was "okay" rather than beautiful? Yet, he couldn't even look at you for more than a second. You were a little hurt. You twisted the lipstick cap again and applied another layer.

"What about this?" You inquired with him once more. However, Zayne quickly responded with a "Mmhhh" to end the conversation. You turned your gaze from him to the book he was holding. It took away all of his attention, which he should be giving to you.

Refusing to give in to such an inanimate object, you turned completely to Zayne, pulled him back and pressed your lips to his cheek.

You released your grip, revealing your trophy — a vivid red lipstick mark — on his icy face. However, he continued to glare at you without saying anything. His hand turned the book to a new page and as if nothing had happened, he ignored you once again.

“You…” You let out a sigh. You knew he had his own concerns, but were angry at the thought that you were not important, not attractive enough for him, unlike a medical book. You gave it another go, kissing him very close to the lips this time.

Zayne breathed heavily. Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, you caught his hands holding the book trembling slightly.

“There is a medical appointment that I must attend in an hour. This kind of abuse on my face is unacceptable."

You felt like you had won when he closed the book and put it back on the table.

“Okay, let me tidy it up for you.” Grinning, you got up to grab the tissue box.  But you were drawn back by a strong force that very moment. Suddenly you found yourself sitting completely on Zayne's lap. His sinewy arms encircled your waist securely.

“If you want to leave marks on me…” You heard Zayne whispering so softly from behind. “You need to be a little more considerate.”

You sat still and let Zayne turn you around, facing him. Your heart was beating very fast. At this rate, before another patient came to see him, he would have to treat you first. You tried to stay calm in front of him and questioned:

“More considerate? Do you recommend any other spot then?” Your hand briefly touched Zayne's cheek before descending gently. You stared intently, lifting his chin. As you cuddled on his lap, little against the toned shoulders he covered beneath his shirt, Zayne shifted both of your legs so they were more comfortably positioned on the sofa.

Your fingertips paused at his neck, verging on his Adam's apple. You caught it moving slightly. “Or this spot?”

Zayne was clearly making every effort to maintain the residual calm on his face. His eyes were staring at you intensely from behind his glasses, as though he was granting you permission to do that.

And you leaned up to place a kiss there.

You heard a cough come from Zayne. He looked at you, extremely miserable. But you put your hand on the lipstick mark on his neck as if admiring another of your trophies. It did not stop there. You still wanted more, wanted to know what he would do if you went a little further...

Your index finger slid from his neck to his chest and stopped just above his heart.

“Doctor Zayne, your heart is racing.”

Your laughter was as crisp as sunshine in the room, increasing the temperature. Zayne took your hand, neatly holding it in his scarred one. He spoke, but you caught his trembling even though he was very discreet:

“Can you... cure me then?”

Your finger gently tapped on his chest. "Of course." You would always like it when Zayne let me be in charge, asking you to take care of him little by little. His hand loosened slightly, allowing you to freely find the buttons of his shirt and undo them.

Then, you put another crimson mark on his bare chest.

[tumbly-s]

I haven’t posted anything new in quite some time, to be honest I’ve simply been quite busy with work&life so I haven’t been drawing much, rip.

I’ve been working on this shadowgast piece on and off ever since their London liveshow - it was actually meant to be a really quick sketch i’d finish during the stream, but ended continuing with it :’D

[aurexaldori]

This is an older piece from that one night on the boat where Fjord almost died. I'm reposting cause I've got Fjord and Jester on the brain :> Good for them.

[houdabelgharbi]

A smooch on the nose for Caleb, from Nott<3

Started filling the kiss template with various CR pairings, hihi

[cat-cosplay]

Cat-leb Widogast

[carelessapples]

pride month art challenge day five: caleb widogast

[thrpr0phetuseek]

She... may ask about where I've been recently, seeing how I've probably got some... underworld stench or something. But I'll definitely try to be careful. Thank you... Ta. Yeah, I think I'll call you that! Ta.

"Alright then. Ta. That'll be what you can call me, then. Goodluck with her."

[defilerwyrm]

POV: the stylish gay couple just saw someone from across the room and they hate their vibe

Inspiration: [Caleb’s outfit][Essek’s outfit][pose]

[prismantis]

slow morning  (available on inprnt!)

[kykyonthemoon]

How to function your very tall boyfriend

Having troubles reaching things that are too high for you? Don't fret. That's what having a really tall boyfriend for.

A request by Sora.

🌻 Character x F!Reader Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel and Caleb (first time writing for Caleb <3)

Tags: soft, sweet, lovers, established relationship. This fic is for short girlies like me out there <3

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𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You stood on tiptoe, reaching the full length of your arm towards the row of shelves in front of you. A finger touched the box but you still couldn't get it. You looked around the archives, looking for the help of a ladder, chair, or anything. Then, the door opened, and you saw Xavier's face peeking inside.

Without waiting for him to speak, you waved to your savior. You looked at him, then pointed to the box located at the highest position on the shelf. 

"You want me to get it down for you?"

You gave him a nod. And, with a gust of wind, he appeared right next to you.

Your hair was still hanging over your face from the breeze that had just passed. When you recovered consciousness, you noticed that the box you required was in Xavier's hands.

“Wooooooooow!”

That was all you could say. Your eyes widened and looked at him, mixed with admiration and gratitude.

Xavier maintained a somewhat tired expression on his face. He handed you the package and said in a calm tone:

“Do you need anything else?”

Your gaze was still locked on Xavier. As usual, he was already quite attractive, but when he rushed to your side and grabbed stuff for you in the blink of an eye, his coolness grew tremendously in proportion to your heartbeat.

"I need… that one!"

You pointed your finger at another row of shelves. In truth, you already had everything you needed for the mission, but watching more of Xavier using his skills in bringing everything from a higher place down for you wouldn't hurt.

"Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xavier dashed to the shelf before returning to your side. All in a blink of an eye!

"That one too!" You pointed your finger in another way. "This one! That one! Two up there!…”

In only a few minutes, all the boxes stacked on high shelves were brought down and placed around you to form a wall made of cardboard.

"Woooooooow! "Xavier, you're so cool!"

You couldn't help but blurt out, causing the skin on his face below his blue eyes to grow scarlet. He came closer, put the last box in your hand and said:

“I've taken down all the things from higher shelves for you. Isn't it time I received my reward?”

Caught off guard when he suddenly leaned closer, you blushed a little in reply:

“Y-You… What do you want then…?…”

Xavier smiled mysteriously. He turned sideways and pointed at his cheek.

“You already know.”

Embarrassed, you placed a quick kiss on it. Xavier seemed unsatisfied.

“You really don't need all of these boxes, right? I heard that Jena will cut off the bonuses if she catches anyone tampering with the team's records. I can assist you clean up, but the prize must be more than this."

You chuckled. You'd become accustomed to his solicitation tactics.

"Please help me then. I assure you'll be pleased with the latter prize." After that, you lifted up his chin and gave Xavier an even deeper kiss on the opposite cheek.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You were used to visiting Zayne's house every weekend or on days off. Even when he was not home, you still liked to be there waiting for his return. You had a habit of eating snacks, especially sweets. So you brought a lot of things to his house to eat together. And always, he kept them nicely organized in the refrigerator or cupboards over the stove.

But sometimes, he put them out of your reach. At moments like that, you called out his name from the kitchen.

“Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayneeeee.”

He appeared soon after. On the bridge of his nose was still a pair of reading glasses. He carefully adjusted it and sighed.

“What do you need this time?”

“That jar of fruit gummies.” You pointed at it.

“I'm not your ladder.” Despite his grumbling, Zayne still took it down for you. With his height, it did not appear to be a problem at all.

"Thank you." You said. “I don't want to bother you. Why did you have to put my snacks so high up there?”

“I put it away so some sweet-loving worm doesn't eat too much.”

“I'm not a worm.” You replied, pouting. Zayne patted your head.

"Alright. Would you like anything else?"

Zayne kept telling you not to eat too many snacks, but he still took them all down. He separated them into parts and placed them on a large plate. The rest was put away to make sure you did not consume too much.

Knowing he was concerned about your health, you didn't ask for anything else but ate all of the treats he brought out. However, it was only when Zayne was away that you could properly appreciate his caring nature. Outside your snack cupboard was a letter with Zayne's handwritten words, which you took forever to read. It turned out he had moved your food to another place within your reach. Inside that cabinet was a candy tray with a lid. Zayne had prepared everything for you, with one additional note: Don't eat too much.

You burst out laughing. In response to his concern, you decided to rearrange his working space. Because he had left in a hurry to go to the hospital that day, his books were still not put away. That night, you caught him walking back and forth in front of his bookshelf, his expression rather serious.

“Did you rearrange the bookshelf?”

"Yes."

You replied. He placed his both hands on the bookshelf in front of him, skimming through the book titles printed on the spine. The book he had been reading in the morning was nowhere to be seen. Rather, you slithered right into the gap between his arms, making him turn to face you.

The sudden close distance made him a bit surprised. However, he maintained his composure and gazed down at you. The book he was looking for was in your hand. He smiled:

"What's wrong? You couldn't put it back since you found its place to be too high?"

You said with a pout, "If that's the case, then I won't give it to you."

You hid the book behind your back. WWho would have imagined that Dr. Zayne would boldly lean down, one arm around your waist to draw you in, while the other hand taking the book away from you.

You could hear his heartbeat matching yours as he pressed his body against you to return that book to its proper place on the shelf. He looked down at you, who was extremely confused. You asked:

“Aren't you going to read it?”

"No. I'm preoccupied with something else.”

He leaned down again, and kissed you.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Your favorite store had just been redecorated, and the items you needed had been moved elsewhere. Most of them were within your reach, but some decorations with lights were located high up. You turned around to look for help, but the store staff was already busy with another customer. So you looked in the other direction, where you found Rafayel staring at some little decorative fish bowls.

“Rafayel. Please help me get this thing.”

Rafayel turned to face whichever way your finger was pointing. He would waste no effort to reach the lamp you needed. He placed his hand on a spherical night lamp.

"Is this the one?"

"Not that one. The one in purple.”

His hand went to another. "This?"

“Nooooo. I said the purple one…”

"This one has purple in it." Rafayel put his hand on a purple lamp, but it wasn't what you wanted.

“Rafayel. The purple one. In the shape of a jellyfish."

“Hmm…” Rafayel pretended not to see what you described, even though it was right in front of him. "All I see is a seahorse and a whale."

He's definitely teasing you. You scowled:

“I'm not joking with you, Rafayel. Get the jellyfish lamp!”

“Are you sure?” He reposed the question with great seriousness. “This jellyfish is so ugly and painful to look at that my eyes automatically ignore it.”

You puffed your cheeks and said each word clearly: “Take. That. Jellyfish. Lamp!"

"Okay." Rafayel gave a shrug. At last, his hand found the precise object you wanted. He lifted it. But instead of placing it in your eagerly outstretched palms, he put it on a higher shelf.

“Rafayel!” YYou yelled out of rage. He grinned from ear to ear.

“Here, you told me to take it, so I took it. You didn't mention that I had to give it to you"

“You!… Argghhh!…”

You were so furious that you failed to speak. You stood on your tiptoes and jumped up, trying to grab the item, but Rafayel raised the object entirely.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” You danced in a circle around Rafayel, who was clutching the jellyfish lamp like a trophy. All eyes in the store turned to both of you. You stopped. Your face was red, both from anger and embarrassment.

You looked at Rafayel, who was teasing you with that handsome but punchable face. Then, like a light bulb had just turned on in your head, you thought of a way to "repress" him.

Your hands stretched out. Rafayel thought you were aiming for the lamp so he raised it even higher. But it was his collar you were after. He wasn't on guard so you pulled him down so easily, so close. Until your lips touch his delicate ones.

Rafayel rolled his eyes. He was so surprised. Taking advantage of the situation when his arm was gradually falling, you immediately grabbed the jellyfish lamp and stepped back, holding it triumphantly in your arms.

“Ha! I snatched it from you!”

Rafayel was in disbelief. He had earlobes the color of ripe tomatoes. With one hand softly brushing his lips, he turned to face you.

“You… cheated.” He said, "In that case, you can snatch me too!"

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

It had been a long time since both Caleb and you had a chance to go home to visit Grandma. A family meal was inevitable. He took you to the supermarket near your house to shop and prepare dinner.

Caleb knew too much about your taste. You simply followed him and let him select nearly everything. But when you were walking by the snack shelves, your gaze unintentionally paused at the top row, where there was a particular kind of cookie that you and Caleb used to enjoy together as children.

After noticing your halt, Caleb turned to face you.

“Oh, they still sell this?” He spoke up.

“I want to buy it!” You told him. One hand reached up but you couldn't get the snacks. You heard Caleb laughing hysterically next to you. You folded your arms and pouted: "What are you laughing at?" Why don't you get it for me?"

"I assumed you could handle anything on your own since you're already an adult." Caleb made a joke. “Remember when we were kids? Every time you couldn't reach something, you ran to me and tugged my arm?”

You reminisced about your childhood days. Whenever you needed to get something from a high place, the first person you called was Caleb. He would bend down so you could climb on his shoulders and then carry you like that until you got what you wanted.

“Yeah. I remember." You replied. “But why— Ouch!”

Caleb suddenly bent down, wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs and lifted you up.

“Caleb?! What are you doing?!" Your arms wrapped around Caleb's neck, holding on tight as if your life depended on this. You looked down at Caleb's grinning face. He responded:

“I'm helping you get your cookies.”

“N-Not like this!…” You blushed. You had grown up and no longer the innocent little girl you used to be. Being lifted up by him like this made you extremely timid. “People… People are looking at us…”

“Ignore them.” Caleb paid no attention to his surroundings. “Just look at me.”

You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks. Caleb didn't stop there, he asked you:

"Ready?"

"Huh?"

Without waiting for your response, he spun around so fast in that posture, which made you scream suddenly. You leaned entirely on Caleb, counting on him to keep you both balanced. He continued to rotate a few more times, before becoming lightheaded himself. Then he came to a complete halt and rested his back against the shelf.

You both burst into laughter. Laughing until your stomach muscles start to hurt. But Caleb still didn't let you go. He breathed heavily and said:

“I just remembered. Besides helping you get things from high places, I also helped you climb that wall when you snuck out without Gran knowing!"

“It was completely your idea!” You pinched his nose. “After that, both of us got grounded by Grandma.”

"Sorry." Caleb chuckled. “Shall I make it up to you with cookies?”

“Then help me up a little higher.” You uttered it out with joy. “Let's buy all the cookies here!”

[sanjipussyindulgence]

lets all pretend this is the first time im uploading this and tumblr didnt completely break the previous post, okay? okay.

[aurexaldori]

Some throwback art from Critical Role campaign 2 :D

[sleepyyghostt]

a baby werewolf, held in his mother's arms

- original characters -