#caleb will NOT be catching a break on this blog

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS Men - "Been having fun without me?" 🔞

suggestive, slight crack, dialogue heavy, no use of y/n, reader is deadpan and unbothered

content warning: mentions of sex toys, implied masturbation, discussions of sex

While helping you move to a new apartment, he accidentally stumbles upon your box of sex toys.

Xavier ✨

He walks into your bedroom, pouting as he holds the box.

"You know, you can just call me whenever you feel... You know."

Of course Xavier Mr. Jealous-Of-Himself Lumiere would have beef with a box of sex toys.

You walk over to his slouched form, pulling him down to hug him to your chest and massage your fingers over the nape of his neck.

"If you want, we can use these together next time."

He buries his face deeper into your bosom, ears practically glowing red.

"I guess that's acceptable..." He grumbles.

His grouchiness persists and you can tell what he's thinking about as he continues to help you unpack. But it's nothing blowing his back out can't fix.

Zayne ❄️

He can deduce the contents of the box without looking inside and doesn't really want to intrude on your privacy by peeking in. He carries the box to your bedroom, calling out to you from the doorway.

"Love, I found this box in the bathroom. Where would you like me to put it?"

"Just leave it on my bed for now, I'll put it in my closet later. Thanks."

Masturbation is completely normal and using sex toys is a novel way of making the process easier and more pleasurable. He forgets about that box almost immediately, instead focusing on helping you unpack.

Rafayel 🪸

Feeling nosy, he immediately inspects the contents of the suspicious box and is very smug about his findings.

"Oh, that's fun! You didn't tell me you had such a collection. Since I've already seen yours, how about I show you mine and we play together, hmm?"

"Sure, but please don't get aroused right now, there aren't any good, clean surfaces to achieve coitus on and I'd like to get most of the unpacking done today."

He places the box on your bed, blowing a raspberry on his way back to the door.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, cutie. I'm your perfectly behaved unpacking partner for today. Buuut, if we happen to be done early, I won't say no to you sitting on my face~"

Sylus 🥀

When he finds a peculiar box amongst your belongings, he doesn't hesitate to peak inside. Your relationship is equal, and just as you can go through his things as you please, so does he with yours.

"I see you've got some interesting items in this box, sweetie. If you want, we can add things like this to our bedroom activities. Just tell me what kind you'd be interested in and I'll take care of it."

You hum, the gears clearly turning in your head as you've never really considered the possibility before, "Ok. I'll think about it and let you know."

"That's what I like to hear."

He goes back to unpacking, a little more satisfied than he was previously.

Caleb 🍎

He suppresses the wave of possessiveness that washes over him in favor of taking the opportunity to try and fluster you.

"Well, well, well... Look what I found. So... I think it's sufficient to say you missed me while I was gone?"

You blink at him before softly raising your eyebrows.

"Gone as in presumed dead?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Caleb, are you implying I masturbated while thinking of my deceased foster brother?"

"Well, when you put it like that—"

Ok, this was not going in the direction he wanted it to.

"Either way, while you were gone, not only did I masturbate thinking of completely different people, I also engaged in intercourse with several other individuals. Now that I have answered your frankly intrusive question, I ask that you put my things on my bed and return to your station. Thank you."

Even though it's his arm that's cybernetic, his brain short-circuits and he stands dumbly in your doorway for another five minutes before finally complying with your orders and dejectedly going back to his task.

[chelliebelle]

mean colonel!caleb who loves giving the new recruits a hard time, especially the pretty ones. when you come in with a pretty face and nice tits, how can he resist? (cw: dubcon?? power dynamics, caleb is pretty mean in this)

he’s relentless during drills, always seeming to pick on you over all the others. caleb gives you extra push-ups on a whim just to hear you groan in pain. the sight of you on the verge of tears from his nasty insults never fails to get him hard, especially when you start getting all quiet and nervous around him. you’re just so sweet and pliable that caleb can’t resist fucking around with you! after a few weeks, he decides he has to break you. 

in his office, he berates you for ranking last in all the assessments, threatening to send you home for such poor results. thankfully, you don’t notice him palming himself under the desk as he breaks the news. you immediately break down, pleading and begging for caleb to give you another chance—you’d do anything! it isn’t until you’re on your knees in front of him that you realize what anything really means. when you try to leave, his gravity evol keeps you glued to the ground. the tears running down your face only makes him click his tongue in disapproval. 

“stop fucking crying and show me why you deserve to stay.” 

he’s nice enough to undo his belt buckle for you, forcing you to drag down his zipper with your teeth. you mouth at the strained bulge in his boxers, lips trembling against him. it takes a while but you manage to pull his boxers down, leaky cock slapping against your cheek. caleb almost chuckles at the sight. he’s big and he knows it, with a girth that made your jaw sore and a length that made your eyes water whenever it prodded the back of your throat. you try to be good for him, licking up all the salty pre and bobbing your head enthusiastically. caleb seems satisfied, until your teeth accidentally graze his cock. you’re fucked.

a gloved hand tangles in your hair, hips thrusting forward until your nose brushes against his pelvis. your choked sobs only seem to turn him on, making sure to hit the spongy back of your throat with every thrust.

“you don’t even have any technique, how am i gonna come?” caleb growls, though the twitch of his cock tells you otherwise. you struggle to breathe, eyes glassy as he uses your mouth like a dollar store pocket pussy. 

he holds your head down when hot streams of cum shoot down your throat, nearly making you gag. you’re shoved off his cock with a wet pop! as you cough and try to catch your breath. caleb grabs your jaw, shoving his thumb in your mouth to make you stick your tongue out. when he sees that you swallowed all his seed, a cruel smile tugs at his lips.

“looks like you’re still worth something, rookie.”

author's note: THIS MIGHT BE OOC BUT WHO CARES I SAW THE CLIP WHERE CALEB MAKES SOMEONE KNEEL WITH HIS EVOL AND I JUST KNEW IT'D BE PERFECT FOR HIM TO FORCE A PRETTY RECRUIT TO BLOW HIM <333 hope y'all like this tysm for all the love on this blog!!

[calebho99]

hello blog this is caleb! today i slept around 4am and woke up around 11am. today was pretty chill, i went to hang out with some friends at kerck. after i enjoyed lunch w my upperclassmen friends emma and kelsey. kelsey was super nice to swipe me in ackerman and i am forever grateful. i was super excited when my friend gabe made me matcha. the process was so cool and i was astonished by how amazing it came out. it was super delicious as well. i also fell off a scooter and plan on taking a break from birding for a while. i look a little crusty because I landed in a mud pile! tonight i plan to catch up on school work and send out some emails. trying to start locking in for my midterms too. thank u for listening!

[archersxartxblog]

Archer this is your blog, your art… I absolutely love the Fjord and Caleb stuff especially the refs to criticalrole.

It always brightens my day seeing the bright colorful drawings and art on my feed and the story you have been weaving. So don’t get discourage. Keep chugging on!

- (supportive anon)

Thank you, everyone,

I'll try not to get discouraged.

Brains a lot clearer now...sorta

I don't think I'll be stopping, at least, not now, especially since I have a backlog of drawings I need to catch up on. This train is going, and now that I look, I don't think it has breaks.

But maybe I need to look into getting a new tags for my boy, I don't want people to be fighting with tags the way I use with NSFW blogs (getting told you can block Skelatitties only for them to use anything but that tag)

So I'll look into that in the morning, if anyone has any ideas

Thank you again,

Sorry, if I worried everyone with that mini-break down.

I'll try to get my head on straight in the morning,

[packernet]

New Post has been published on https://www.packernet.com/blog/2023/10/25/where-to-turn/

Where to turn?

“When you come to a fork in the road, take it!”—Yogi Berra

The Packers are a mess right now. Anyone watching games against Las Vegas or Denver can see that. Honestly, there’s about a dozen possible “fixes”, but too many to think they’ll happen in time for the Vikings game. Just for fun we put Darnell Savage and Eric Stokeshttps://www.espn.com/nfl/story/_/id/38742846/source-packers-darnell-savage-ir-calf-injury on the IR, as if there weren’t enough holes in the defense.

Where to start?

The offensive line! Juggle the starters; realign the coaching staff; trade for a young viable starter, it doesn’t matter, this line must get better. Someone please figure out why our “best” lineman, Elgton Jenkins, has rarely looked like the best. Find a way to give Nijman, Caleb Jones, Sean Rhyan or Luke Tenuta a shot.

The receivers? Coach them up please. How many more replays do we have to see where two guys end up within 2-feet of each other? More Dontayvion Wicks. All of them need to be more aggressive at the catch point because their QB needs help.

Jordan Love, please overthrow someone deep. See if you can throw it farther than Watson can run. Throw it to their back shoulder. Throw it away occasionally, sometimes the best choice is the next play. Run more, slide more.

Coaches and hot seats

Defensively, fire Joe Barry. No, not very original, but could we do worse? In total points given up the defense has not been bad, but in each loss except the Detroit game the defense has had opportunities to close out the game with a stop and failed. They’ve also faces a collection of weak opponents. The offense is a bigger problem, but the defense still needs a lot of work.

Coach Matt LaFleur? Show you’re a teacher and make players and coaches accountable. Make changes on the offensive line and the line coaching staff. Something is wrong there, it’s your job to fix it. Stop babying Jordan Love. Call the game plan you want and give him a chance to execute it. Run Luke Musgrave 10+ yards on his routes—screens in the flat where he has to break a tackle don’t work—he needs downfield work. Aaron Jones is not the future, use him more or put him on IR. Start force feeding Watson and Wicks, these guys need to grow.

It’s the future, not now

Brian Gutekunst—make some trades. Not for this year, for the future. There is not an untouchable player on the roster, and there are several who could make the ’24 or ’25 drafts game changing. No band aids please. Time to fight through with the kids you built this roster with. As bad as it’s been, the main goal for 2023 is the same. Find out what you have in Jordan Love and Matt LaFleur.

[daisydezem]

END OF THE YEAR

I remembered doing this last year and wanted to do it again because it’s fun! A day late but still hahaha Here are the ones for 2018 and 2020! Normally you need to tag people, but just if you see it and wanna do it just do it. It’s fun!

Rules: Find your fav pics of your story, your CC, or your blog in general and post in a collage! It can be 1 picture or 100– whatever you want! Just reflect on your fav moments on your blog. It can be cute moments, milestones, edits, or CC you’re just really proud of.

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So I couldn’t do it in one... so let’s start from the top!

Supersim - Caleb drinking without consent from Miracle - Lilith turning Caleb back into a vampire after he asked - Miracle being scared of Caleb and breaking up with him after that - Caleb transformed into a pinkish vampire... - When the family was all happy together! - Miracle learn new things... - Miracle sending Caleb away - Caleb and Miracle watching pictures of the kids after they all moved out - Eva and Evan’s first kiss!

BACC - The Valentine picture of Morgan and Wolfgang - All the Aliens together - Johnny burning his hand after the volcano erupted - Rare moment of Gemma being happy with baby Melanie - New arrival on the islands  - Dominick being scared of alien form Melanie - Siobhan and Delta giving birth at the same time to Willie and Jennie - The Alpha.... - Johnny’s arrival 

Hart legacy - (Middle picture) We said goodbye to our founder Dee - (left top then going clockwise) Drunk Jazz - Last picture of Gen 2 with all the girls - Dylan and Lexi’s wedding - Fairy Melody - Dylan proposing to Lexi - The girls - Melody getting her present - Jase and his new love

Rainbowsin - (Middle picture) Pride months picture of Venus - (left top then going clockwise) Mermaid Venus - Venus breaking up with Deangelo - Deangelo catching Venus cheating - Birth of Liz Lust - Venus leaving Deangelo at the altar - Kyle taking care of Liz - Just pretty Venus - Santa Venus - Venus meeting Kyle at her and Deangelo’s wedding - First date of Kyle and Venus - Gen 7 and gen 1, what a different mood - Venus making out with Kyle at her wedding...

Not so Berry and Random - Kellie my sims for streaming the 100 mermaid baby challenge - Gaia’s first kiss - Zidane meeting Nancy - Yara showing Maud and Romy pictures of the family - Yara showing the secret room to Gaia - My new tatoos! - Gaia breaking up

[saphirered]

essek!!! honestly anything lol but maybe (i'll try to keep it vague for spoiler reasons) after ep 131 or ep 124, maybe a confession fic? if you aren't caught up just a general how a confession would go please! i love your writing and blog btw, all your caleb stuff is so 👌👌👌

Thank you for your request and yes I am caught up. I hope you enjoy this one.

Warning spoilers for Episode 124

Essek’s betrayal hit you hard. Sure you’d considered the possibility but being faced with that truth so upfront hurt, a lot. You’d been able to avoid him for the longest of times thanks to the Nein being taken in different directions. You simply couldn’t face him. After the party in Nicordanas you put on a brave face and you agreed with Caleb wholeheartedly but you didn’t have the strength to say these words yourself. Any interaction you had between then and now had been cordial and straight to the point whereas before there were plenty of pleasantries, some flirting even and the realisation your flirting was rooted within your own feelings. You’re a good enough people reader to know that his, at the very least were rooted in affection and before Nicodranas you might have seen a possible bright future for the both of you. Even after his betrayal was revealed your feelings remained but they were overshadowed by your pain. It felt like your heart was ripped from your chest. 

The trust, kindness, his affections for you, were they all just something to be exploited in a bigger plot. He said at first he was using the Nein but he grew attached so had you just been a pawn in a bigger ploy he felt sorry for? So many questions you had asked yourself over the last weeks, months even at this point and none of them you dared to answer so you didn’t. You pushed them aside and moved on. You pushed Essek out of your mind because it was easier than dealing with the pain. Pushing something away only works for so long. He’d come back into your life sooner rather than later. Aeor came closer in view and after the absolute shit show with the Tombtakers all of you were at your wits end. You didn’t want to pull anyone along into this chaos and especially not a certain wizard who’s proven himself to be prone to his desires for pursuit of knowledge and power; a thing you’d be serving on a silver platter but you really had no better options at this point.

The closer to your destination you got the more closed off you became. Face devoid of emotion and voice monotone, direct and without a single break you’d begun to mentally prepare yourself for your upcoming encounter to the point where you were seriously considering you might actually prefer another encounter with the Tombtakers over facing Essek. Your gradual shift in behaviour must have caught some attention as you quickly had a Jester at your side attempting to make happy conversation and lift your spirit and provide distraction. You tried to play along but the pitying smile from Caleb told you about how good a job you were doing. Nevermind the tiefling never quit and you could appreciate that. Jester cares and you were hurting so she did whatever she could to make it better. 

You eventually made it to the outpost and your ‘official’ mode kicked in taking over for Beau when she started butchering Undercommon. You presented yourself with an air of authority and purpose and that seemed to do the job very well. And there he was in all his miserable glory putting on a similar face as yours. He was caught off guard by Jester running in and hugging him and while he looked at you his eyes quickly avoided. Even though the conversations that followed you had no problem looking at him, sure he could feel your eyes burning but your gaze remained cold and distant; the way he had seen you face an enemy and the way you study when in company you don’t trust, watching the danger like a hawk for every single twitch. In this conversation it was very clear he had a hard time keeping eye contact but he was straight up avoiding both you and Caleb and you could put two and two together; shame. He was ashamed of everything he did and caused that much was sure. 

In a more private setting without the continuous presence of Dynasty soldiers the Nein told him everything that had occurred the past few weeks and slowly but surely his facade faltered, the gravity of the situation kicking in and him contemplating, taking in all the information you provided. You didn’t speak to him directly and only gave your input when it came to queries among the Nein having nothing to add directed at Essek. 

“I’ve spent so much of my life focussed on myself, my climb, all of my selfish needs. I’ve never really been trusted and so I did not trust. And I never let anyone close. I have been clouded in my judgement many times for a lot of my life. When I- when you gave me trust, it gave me a perspective that was so agonisingly striking. So easy to see that I refused to acknowledge it at first, even. I would be lying if I said that our paths crossing hasn’t shaken me to the core and I’m appreciative and thankful for this perspective, but you do not owe me trust for what I’ve done.” Those words hit hard and you found yourself biting down on your lip to prevent yourself from speaking. All the feelings you tried to push away so hard came back up and you were fighting to hold them at bay to prevent yourself from saying something you’d regret. Luckily the others jumped in allowing you to keep your silence. 

The conversation continued and Caleb made some good points making sure to make eye contact with you every so often to make sure you were alright and in agreement. You were interrupted after the mentions of Dagen and some shouting outside. You’d say you were surprised but really you weren’t though the sight of the man holding onto one of the Aurora Watch soldiers while presenting the letter he was told to deliver was quite the sight and made you quickly cover up a snort. Not quick enough apparently as some did catch on. Eventually back inside Jester began to insinuate Caleb should show the red eyes on his skin but you quickly shut that down, the first words you had spoken since you got here.

“What are we talking about?” Essek asks confused. 

“Nothing you need concern yourself with.” Your words were colder than you intended but got the message across clear it seemed. They quickly shifted the subject back to Lucien, Aeor, the Somnovum, Vess being indisposed, gathering further allies until you landed on possibly considering bringing Astrid and Eadwulf into this opposed to Trent himself it was revealed or more like confirmed Essek had had dealings with the man in the past, persuading you all not to go to the Assembly. And because Veth slipped up you had to come clean about Vess’ actual state; dead in the hands of Lucien who killed her without as much as the blink of an eye. You were very much aware he was on the brink of a mental breakdown and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. 

Hot cocoa was passed around and you did not refuse Beau’s offer of a good pour of whiskey while the conversation continued in regards to the Beacons and some choice of words and theories around the Beacons that could be considered sacrilege among the Dynasty. You were planning out the delve into the ruins Essek suggesting it would be best to go your separate ways until you were ready to traverse Aeor. The conversation ends and you are about to go your separate ways bedding down for the night until you would travel to gather allies and supplies. Caleb stays at your side aware of how you’re handling things but he stops with you before you leave catching Essek by the forearm. 

“Breathe. Just.. breathe that fresh air mindful of the people about. Time. Time. Not weeks. Not years. It takes time.” He was speaking to Essek but you knew the words were directed at you as well. For the first time you deliberately meet eyes looking over your shoulder as you join the rest of the Nein. You were lead to a reasonably sized room, small for all of you but much more preferable to the ice and snow outside. You take time to settle down and eventually sit down with Beau and Caleb.

“I don’t trust any of this.” You tell them hugging your knees to your chest. 

“I’m with you. It’s just too much. Too many risks. To many cards not yet in play that could shake this whole game up.” Beau agrees. 

“But we have to make a choice and Essek is our safest and most certain bet. Every option is risky.”  Caleb has a point and it’s one you’ve been using to justify and be at peace with all of this. 

“I’m afraid that he’s going to realise the pressure is too much and he’ll bolt. Or the Assembly catches up to him before we get back and they’ll rat him out but my biggest concern right now is for the Tombtakers to travel faster than we’re expecting. What if they get here? Our advantage will be gone.” The rest of the Nein having turned into the conversation had to agree with you there. If your or Essek’s enemies somehow got involved you’d be screwed. 

“You got a point. So how do we solve this? Essek said it’s best to go our separate ways until we got our stuff sorted so we can’t really stick around and we’d still be traceable if we split up. It’s a risk we’ll have to take as it’s the safest for both of us now.” Beau contemplates trying to formulate a better plan. You already had a plan and you didn’t like it for one minute but it was all you got.

“I know how we solve this. You give me the amulet and I stay behind. That way they can’t scry on me as long as I’m here. They can scry on us when we’re together anyway and with only one amulet we’re not going to get very far. You gather everything we need, get whatever help we can get and come back here when you’re ready to leave.” You can hardly believe your own mind could make the decision regardless of your personal opinions. 

“And you’re okay staying behind with Essek to keep an eye on him? What if Lucien and his gang shows up?” 

“Beau, I’ll manage. My personal feelings don’t matter in the bigger picture for now. I can get over myself. As for the Tombtakers, Essek’s gonna be a fat load of good when he can’t use his magic. If they get here before you return I’ll get him out of here and to Aeor myself if I have to. Can’t defeat them but I sure as hell can outrun them for a while.” You assured them, a couple of nods and attempts to protest eventually resulted in the agreement. You’d stay behind. One final rest and everyone would be finishing their unfinished business, say their goodbyes and hellos, get their closure and prepare for the worst. Yet you couldn’t see yourself anywhere but here. Sure you wanted to be there for your friends but they could do without you. You were needed here so maybe your own unfinished business had to conclude right here where you are. 

You said your goodbyes and the Nein were off leaving you alone in the makeshift chamber. You inhale deeply and exhale slowly counting to ten in your head and leave the room. The back of your mind tells you this was a mistake and you definitely couldn’t do this but there’s no way back now so you put on your brave face and make your way to Essek’s chambers. In front of the door you wait, count to ten again and put on your brave face before you knock on the door. The door swings open.

“Y/n. I was not expecting to see you. Please come in.” He speaks glancing around you for any of the guard that could possibly hear him. The moment you force yourself to enter the door closes behind you and you can see him deflate just a little, all manner of composure dropping for a moment before he looks up at you from behind his desk. Up front he may appear composed once more but his eyes tell a different story. Panic, surprise, questions, fear and shame. 

“Have you come to say goodbye?” A slight break of his voice at the last word. Oh Essek you really dropped the ball haven’t you, you think to yourself. 

“No actually. I came to tell you the others have left and I’ll be staying behind.” He goes to protest getting up from his seat. Fear, concern and something you can’t identify peak through. 

“So unless you’re planning to take me to wherever they have gone yourself resulting in you having to get back here with all the potential risks you’ve priorly described, I’m staying here and there’s nothing you can do about it so suck it up, darling.” You mentally kick yourself for using that last word. You didn’t mean to but you slipped up falling back in old habits. 

“You’re putting yourself at great risk by staying here so please let me take you back to the others.” He comes closer to you and you stay your ground. 

“Sorry. Not going to happen, Essek. I’m staying. I can’t be scried upon so I’ll be fine.” 

“There’s many more dangers than the risk of being scried upon.” 

“Which ones would you be referring to? The assassins after you? Or maybe the risk of you being discovered? The person who sent the assassins getting antsy and exposing you to the Dynasty?Being a traitor to your nation and a catalyst in a bigger plot you have no control over? The Tombtakers and their shenanigans? Literally anything to do with Aeor? The alleged death and or plotting of the demise of extremely powerful mages? Keeping secrets and being prepared to find or create a scapegoat to cover up the fact that the peace agreement between two nations which is already hanging by a single thread was based on the lies and deceit of another? Or perhaps it’s your uncanny ability to pursuit the path to your own destruction and your terrible sense of judgement and eye for consequences? Oh or maybe the fact that if we don’t stop all of this the world like we know it will possibly come to an end and we’ll could just end up dealing with yet another Calamity scale event? Take your pick because I’m pretty sure I’m already involved in what? All of them? But please be my guest and pick one!” You lost all composure you had but the more you talk the more you realise you couldn’t keep all of this pent up. It does you no good. 

“My apologies. I won’t ask for your forgiveness as-“ You cut him off. You’re on a roll so you’re gonna get this over with while you’re at it; speak your mind openly without restrained.

“Yet you still have it! For some stupid reason I find it within myself to forgive you for all horrible thing you’ve done but the one; I can’t seem to get over the fact you betrayed my trust. That you didn’t trust me when it mattered and that I was nothing but a pawn in your game and you discarded the trust I put in you so easily.” You can feel your voice crack multiple times throughout your words and you curse yourself for doing so. Essek looks at his feet lips tightly pushed together. 

“Perhaps my expectations were too high.” You spat about to storm out of the room but the door remained closed.

“Essek let me go.” You glared at him. He couldn’t even give you that? A departure with dignity before you broke down?

“You’ve said your part I think it’s only fair I say mine. Though if you wish to leave I won’t hold you here. You’re free to set foot where you please. I know I have no right to but I ask only a moment.” You brace yourself already mentally kicking yourself for coming to this decision so quickly and not even being able to tell yourself why you shouldn’t.

“Fine. I’ll hear what you have to say.” You cross your arms and take a few steps back in his direction.

“From the moment I’ve met you I’ve been captivated by you but I simply couldn’t get over myself and admit to myself that maybe what I’m doing isn’t worth the collateral. You made me feel guilt and regret but I pushed that aside because I there was no way back from what I had already set into motion. I meant what i said, I have grown attached to your little group and I would even go as far as to call them friends something I haven’t been able to call anyone. Not truly without ulterior motives. But you’ve always been something more. I know I will repent for my sins but I will not drag you down that path with me. I love you too much to allow that to happen. So I beg of you, do not put yourself at risk for my sake.” Finally he looks at you without looking away or avoiding your direct gaze. 

“I refuse to let you become collateral in my actions. No matter how much I want you at my side I know you simply cannot be and I have come to accept that. Please grant me the dignity of excluding you from my own demise.” 

“What you want and what you get are two very different things Essek.” You definitely heard the proclamation of love but it was said in the heat of the moment so you let it go for now choosing to ignore it. 

“Believe me I am very much aware. Just as I am aware I have ruined what we had and perhaps even the chance of one day earning your love should you ever give it to me. While I may wish I could change the past I would never change meeting you and the moments we shared. The mere thought of your smile makes me feel a fraction of your warmth in this cold wasteland and I could die a happy man should it be the last thing I see. I believe my worst fear to have come true when it became clear I may never see that smile of yours again. I cannot deny my feelings for you so I won’t and I will assure you I am honest and open when I say that I love you. I’d rather say it now before we both walk into our deaths when we set foot in those ruins.”

“I know I have no right to and I will admit I am a selfish man when I hope you will at least tell me that you might have shared my feelings were the circumstances different.” His feet touch the ground and he studies you for any response but finds none. 

“You are a fool. Hopeless. You are selfish and hardly ever look out for anyone but yourself. You would betray anyone if it were to further your own interests or save your own hide. You’d sacrifice anything and anyone to get what you want, price be damned.” You begin stepping closer to him and you can see him break just a little on the inside.

“That’s what I want to believe but I simply can’t. My own mind argues against all the things it reasonably tries to claim you to be. Yes you are a fool but you are also one of the cleverest and most intriguing people I’ve ever met. You’re not hopeless. You are selfish but your selfishness knows boundaries as displayed by your guilt and regret and shame. You would betray anyone but only if it meant you it allowed you to save what you care about and you’d sacrifice anything and everything to protect it. But I still wonder. Was it worth it? Making the choices you did was it worth putting yourself in this place?” 

“No. Most of the results while desired were not worth the cost.” Again the guilt and shame rises. 

“Then you have learned. So I will give you what you need; my honestly. We both know that these flirtations we’ve had are more than just that. Back then I could have seen a future where you and I could have had something beautiful but I will also admit I have not seen the same thing ever since our last meeting. I do not see a future not because my feelings for you have disappeared but simply because it is unpredictable. It’s fickle much like the Dunamancy you study. And that’s exactly how a future should be, right? Uncertain and unpredictable. What we’re walking into is just that. So if we do make it out alive I’m sure that future will be much clearer once we’re no longer on the brink of destruction.” You step up close enough and put a hand on his cheek making him look you in the eye.

“I don’t understand.” He begins.

“Let me spell it out for you.” You move your lips closer to his and when he doesn’t pull away you place your lips on his in a chaste kiss. 

“Do you get it now?” You say as you pull apart. 

“I think I may need another explanation to make sure I caught that right.” He stumbles a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks so you oblige and kiss him again. 

“I love you.” You say leaning your forehead against his. 

“I love you too.” Both of you laugh taking in the craziness of the situation. You went from being upset to arguing to honesty and a confession of love. This truly must be something recorded in some romance novel in Jester’s collection. Ridiculous but true.

“You may be a fool Essek Thelyss, but you are my fool and don’t you forget.” 

[unsaidholland]

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holland!reader fics are found by searching “holland sister!reader” on my blog :)

☽ - fluff ☼ - angst  ☆- requested/written for an event

harry holland

imagines

the sweater ☼☽: an assortment of moments with harry’s pink sweater (posted on my old blog)

maybe in another universe ☼: in which you and harry see each other after breaking up // pt. two to the sweater

kiss me ☽: harry knows something went wrong with your last break-up, but he wouldn’t couldn’t ask you about it // inspired by like real people do by hozier

vintage, but feels brand new ☼☽: after being with harry for eight and a half years, your relationship is getting worn in but somehow still feels brand new // inspired by come back home by arkells

atlantis ☼: built up, but doomed to fall, just like atlantis // inspired by atlantis by seafret

blurbs

selfish ☽: you do the run in selfish by madison beer and harry catches you

public ☽☆: in which you and harry go public | written for my 200 follower sleepover

a surprise gift ☽☆: in which harry surprises you with a necklace | written for my 200 follower sleepover

buttercup ☽☆: in which you and the boys play cheat, and you win | written for my 200 follower sleepover

my sunflower ☽☆: in which you and harry go on a walk to a sunflower field | written for my 200 follower sleepover

just you ☽☼☆: a ruined surprise and reassurance sometimes doesn’t go quite well | written for my 300 follower sleepover

pasta sauce ☽☆: harry wants to get you prego | written for my 300 follower sleepover

three more days ☽☆: facetime only reminds you that you’ll see harry in three more days | written for my 300 follower sleepover

headcanons

drive ☽☆: what i imagine long drives with harry to be like | written for my 200 follower sleepover

the laundry room ☽☆: in which nikki walks in on you making out with harry | written for my 300 follower sleepover

newborn shoots ☽☆: a photoshoot with you, harry, and your son caleb | written for my 300 follower sleepover

my girl ☽☆: protective harry™️ | written for my 300 follower sleepover

tom holland

imagines

wildflower ☽: a new tattoo sparks a new nickname for you // inspired by wildflower by 5sos

what a time ☼☽: in which you write a song about tom after a breakup and he needs to make things right // inspired by what a time by julia michaels ft. niall horan

blurbs

someone to you ☽☆: all tom wants is to be someone to you // inspired by someone to you by banners | written for my 100 follower celebration

stay ☽☆: tom wants you to stay in atlanta for one more night | written for my 200 follower sleepover

the long game ☽☆: in which you get married to your childhood best friend | written for my 300 follower sleepover 

headcanon

wedding chaos ☽☆: planning a wedding isn’t all that productive | written for my 300 follower sleepover

is it too early for a divorce? ☽☆: in which your wedding photoshoot doesn’t go as planned | written for my 300 follower sleepover

relaxation ☽☆: work has you stressed, so tom helps you relax | written for my 300 follower sleepover

harrison osterfield

imagines

forever ☽ : getting married to harrison and the beginning of forever

blurbs

reunited ☽☆ : in which you and harrison reunite after four months of lockdown

love me like you did ☼☆: in which harrison sees you in a bar after you two broke up and wants you back

sick days ☽☆: in which harrison is sick and you take care of him | written for my 200 follower sleepover

hidden feelings ☽☆: after a drunken hook up with hidden feelings, you want harrison to stay one more night | written for my 200 follower sleepover

unsaid ☼: some things are better unsaid, but this isn’t better // inspired by unsaid by chris lanzon

miserable at best ☽☆: you got a job offer back in canada, but harrison doesn't know that you’re not going | written for my 300 follower sleepover

onward ☽☆: in which you watch onward, but you don’t have a dad | written for my 300 follower sleepover

i just want you ☽☆: luke hemmings was your ex, and harrison isn't as famous as him | written for my 300 follower sleepover

headcanons

picnics and flower picking ☽☆: what i think having a picnic and picking flowers with harrison is like | written for my 200 follower sleepover

sam holland

imagines

carbonara ☽: in which you go through a breakup and sam promises to make you carbonara | written for sammy’s summer writing challenge

blurbs

without the label ☼☆: in which you’ve got sam tied down | written for my 300 follower sleepover

headcanons

dating sam would include ☽☆

[skateboardtotheheart]

Alex vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda

hello, everyone! i’ve been working on a fic titled “Alex vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda” for quite a long while, and i’m finally biting the bullet and posting the first chapter. this fic is based on the novel "Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda" by Becky Albertalli! it will be very closely based on the book, as well as some things from the movie "Love, Simon", and you may find dialogue or details that you recognize from either version of Becky Albertalli's story! i have no rights to the novel/movie or the JATP characters depicted in this fic. that said, there are a lot of details that are changed, and you'll be able to spot those really easily. this fic will be crossposted to my AO3 and can be located HERE. 

like i said, this fic has been a long time coming, and there is tons and tons i have planned for it. here on tumblr, i will be posting things like extra details, bonus content, and maybe some sneak previews! for now, let’s get into the fic!

SUMMARY: Alex Mercer is just like everyone else- only he has one huge ass secret. Nobody knows that he's gay, not even his closest friends and bandmates Luke, Reggie, and Julie. The only time he's ever mentioned it to someone, it was in an anonymous email chain with Ghost, another Los Feliz High School student. Alex can't risk coming out to anyone, but when his emails fall into the wrong hands, his secret is at risk of being thrust into a spotlight. Suddenly an already stressful junior year is all that more complicated as he juggles everyday drama, the school's annual band competition, blackmail, and trying not to lose his shot with the best guy he's ever met.

READ CHAPTER ONE BELOW THE CUT

Everything about this conversation is so out of the box of normal that I barely even register what's happening. Of course I'm the type of person who can't tell when this- something so crazy and awful and stressful and honest to God what the hell is happening- is going on. In my defense, Caleb Covington has never spoken to me before. I had no reason to assume that the first time he did, it would be to blackmail me.

We're taking a water break in the bleachers when Caleb saunters over. No greeting, no introduction- just words to send my entire junior year of high school spinning on its head.

"I read your email."

I swallow my water. "What?"

Caleb raises an eyebrow at me, and there's no other way to describe it but menacing. It's funny looking back on it all; I'd always heard Caleb was a really nice guy.

"I was in the library. And I read your email."

"You read my email?"

"Not on purpose. You really should have logged out of Gmail."

There's nothing I can do but stare at him, dumbfounded. What in the name of David Bowie is happening right now?

Caleb, thankfully, stops towering over me and takes a seat in the bleachers, a foot or so away. To anyone else, it might look like we're friends. To me, it feels like I can't breathe.

"Why the fake name?" Caleb asks, and my entire soul screams a wish that he would stop being so casual about this. 

I want to tell him that the point of a fake name is to keep people like Caleb Covington from knowing my secret. Way to freaking go, Alex. He must have seen me sitting at the computer like the monumental dumbass I am.

"Would it interest you to know my cousin is gay?"

"Um. No, Caleb. It really wouldn't."

He still has his eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face. If I focus hard enough- kind of impossible right now- I can picture Luke punching it right off his face.

"What do you want Caleb?"

This is the longest five minute water break of my life. 

"Look, Mercer, I don't have a problem with it. It's not a big deal."

Yes, it really is. It's a huge monster of a deal. This is the biggest disaster since Luke slammed his fingers in a door and couldn't play his guitar. 

"But. . ." Caleb drags out, and I can feel my leg bouncing quicker by the second. "It's pretty clear to me that you'd rather keep it all hush, hush."

I mean. Yeah. Kind of. The coming out thing doesn't scare me that much. Except it does. Because if people know then my parents will know and if my parents know then my whole family will know and if my whole family knows then I've become like a living, gay, everyone-finds-out version of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and I'd rather die than have that happen. So maybe the coming out thing does scare me. But the biggest problem if people found out? 

Ghost.

I have absolutely no idea what it would mean for Ghost if Caleb was going to tell anyone. The thing about Ghost is he's a pretty private person. I bet he wouldn't forget to log out of his email so people like Caleb Covington wouldn't see it. I bet there's a good chance he'll never forgive me if he finds out about this. So really, I have absolutely no freaking clue what would happen to Ghost- to us.

And I'm still sitting in these stupid gym bleachers, the pink hydroflask Reggie bought me limp in my hand, desperately wishing Carrie would call an end to this godforsaken water break. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with Caleb right now. Why couldn't anyone else have logged into Gmail after me? Why was I so impatient to see if Ghost had emailed me back that I used the freaking school computers? Why did this stupid school insist on blocking the wireless so I had had no choice but to use the school computers? But it had been one of those days where I couldn't even wait to get out of dance practice to check my phone in my car.

I'd emailed Ghost this morning, and it had been a pretty big email. I was desperate to know if he'd emailed back.

I must have been just staring at Caleb for a while because he cocked his head at me and said, "Don't worry, Mercer. I'm not going to show anyone."

I take a relieved breath. Then my hydroflask finally slips from my fingers as I freeze, and the sound echoes through the gym. I don't even look at the rest of the dancers when their laughs break out.

"Show anyone?" I ask. 

Caleb leans in a little bit, smirk wider on his face. I feel sick.

"Did you- oh my god, did you screenshot my emails?"

"Yes, see, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"You took a fucking screenshot?" I hiss out, thankful I'd put my stuff farther away from the rest of the dance team today.

Caleb has the audacity to roll his eyes. "I've heard you're in a band with-"

"What the fuck does that have to do with- Let's go back to how you screenshot my email."

"Or you can shut up and listen to what I have to say." 

Something about the way Caleb's gaze catches you, it's hard to do anything but what he says. Fuck.

"I believe we may be in a position to help each other out."

Jesus Christ, what 18 year old talks like this?

"Why the hell would I do anything for you?"

It's a stupid question, I realize as he stares at me calmly. Calmly. Like this isn't the end of my life. Whatever he wants right now, it'll be in exchange. I do this, and he doesn't broadcast my private emails with Ghost to the entire student body.

All this time and I really thought Caleb was supposed to be this nice guy. Fuck me.

"You're going to make me do whatever you want?"

Caleb tsk'd like the condescending bastard he clearly is. "Well, now. I'm not making you do anything."

"But if I don't help you, you'll what? Post my emails on the fucking tumblr?"

LosFelizSecrets. The bane of every Los Feliz student's existence. Ground zero for more gossip than anyone in their right mind knows what to do with. A school of almost 3,000 kids but if it's on the tumblr, most people know within a day. A complete and utter hellscape disguised as a blog.

When Caleb stays quiet, I speak again. "What do you want from me, Caleb?"

He sneers. 

"Music of the Night."

Once again, I'm stuck staring at him. Music of the Night? That's what this is about?

"Your band is signed up, as is mine. The HGC lost to Dirty Candy last year, and I will not lose again this year."

Music of the Night is this competition Los Feliz holds every year as part of the music program. At the end of the year, there's this huge concert held at the Orpheum theatre in Hollywood. At the beginning of the school year, anyone can sign up. Then each band has 4 months to perform at school events, outside gigs and parties, and whenever they have an opportunity, really. During winter break, the student body votes on who the headliner of the concert will be. Last year, the headliner was Dirty Candy. Because they won last year, they're out of the running this year and are in charge of organization and things for the concert. This year, I was hoping the headliner would be Julie and the Phantoms. My band. Caleb and his band HGC has entered the competition every year, and he's never won. He's a senior, and I know this will be his last chance. I also know who his biggest competition is. 

Us.

"So. . . what? You want me to sabotage my own band?"

I feel breathless and dizzy as I ask. Caleb just shrugs casually.

"Whatever you need to do. So long as it's my band that gets the votes. Like I said, I think we can help each other out. Think about it."

Caleb winks- he actually winks- and walks away. I stare dumbly after him. No way. No, I'm not doing this. I can live with being outed. Right? 

But my thoughts travel to Ghost. Because he's a part of this, too. He goes to Los Feliz, and he's my age, and he uses a fake name, and he's not out. 

Ghost isn't out, and Caleb has my emails.

Fuck.

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Any hope I have of forgetting about that stupid conversation clearly isn’t worth it. I have an hour before dinner, and right now I’m basically willing to do anything to avoid my family. Trying to talk to my parents is exhausting. You can’t just get away with telling them your day was good or bad. No, you have to ring out every excruciating little detail. Everything that happens in my or my siblings’ life, they want to know about it. In all honesty, I used to love telling them all that stuff. Now I can’t get away from them fast enough. Especially today. I’m barely in the house long enough to put my backpack in my room before I’m slipping out the back door and leaving again. 

I try to drown out my thoughts with Axl Rose screaming into my earbuds. But my mind is stuck on Ghost, emails, and Caleb freaking Covington. Caleb wants to win Music of the Night. I can’t exactly blame him for that. Everyone wants to win it. 

Except he’s blackmailing me. And by extension, he’s blackmailing Ghost. And that makes me want to hyperventilate a little bit. Maybe go scream somewhere. 

But Axl Rose is helping. The familiar route of walking to Luke’s is helping. We don’t get much of a fall in LA, but the air feels a little crisper in mid October, and I can already see the houses that are getting ready for Halloween. 

When I reach Luke’s house, I don’t even bother going through the front door. I just cut through his backyard and head through the backdoor right next to Luke’s bedroom. I hear them before I see them. Reggie’s laugh fills the air, paired with a frustrated groan from Luke. They’re sitting side by side on Luke’s bed, facing the small tv with some video game I’ve never seen on the screen. They look like they haven’t moved in hours. Luke pauses the game as soon as he sees me, waving, and I can’t help but smile a little bit. The guy won’t put down his guitar for you, but he’ll pause a video game or movie without a second thought. 

“Great, you’re here! Tell Luke he’s shit at this game and he should let me play Mario Kart.”

I roll my eyes, “Dance was great, Reg. Thanks for asking.”

Reggie sticks out his tongue, and I crack a smile. This is the most comfortable I’ve felt all afternoon. I throw myself into the beat up bean bag chair Luke keeps in his room.

“Luke, you’re shit at this game and Reggie wants to play Mario Kart.”

Luke gapes at me, a betrayed gleam in his eyes, but I just shrug. Luke grumbles a bit as he gets up to switch out the game, and Reggie whoops in victory. I let out a soft sigh. I think I needed this. The chaos of Reggie and Luke playing whatever game, the strange mix of leather, Axe, and his mom’s Hawaiian Breeze cleaner that makes Luke’s room smell awful and entirely wonderful at the same time, and the familiarity of Luke and Reggie. Everything just fits right when I’m with them. 

As Luke sets up the game, Reggie looks at me excitedly. “Alex, Luke hasn’t heard about le wedgie.”

I snort a little, “Ah, yes. Le wedgie. C’est une histoire touchante.”

I don’t know why Reggie bothered to wait for me to tell the story; he’s the far better storyteller between us. Maybe it’s just because I’m better at French. 

Luke stares at me, “English, please?”

Reggie and I thought we’d be fancy and take something fun like French for our required language credits. Luke decided to take something actually useful and learn sign language. This story is stupid, and my reenactment is stupid, but it feels kind of perfect. Like Caleb and secrets are all things of my imagination, and nothing exists but this bedroom and me, Luke, and Reggie. Benefits of having known these dorks since elementary school, I guess. 

About as they finish the second race in Mario Kart, Luke lets out a yawn. Reggie reacts so quickly I barely realize what he’s doing. He grabs a crumpled up Hershey’s Kiss wrapper from Luke’s nightstand and throws it into Luke’s mouth. Luke sees it just in time to clamp his mouth shut. Reggie sighs in defeat, but shrugs.

“Keep yawning, I’ll get you one of these times.”

“Why are you so tired?”

“Because I party real hard. All night, every night, baby,” Luke says, slamming Reggie’s bike with a green turtle shell. 

“Alone in your room with your guitar. Some party that is,” Reggie retaliated with a bomb thrown in Luke’s direction. 

As the race finishes Luke yawns again, and Reggie’s Kiss wrapper bounces off his cheek. 

“I just keep having these weird dreams,” he explains. 

I raise my eyebrows. “TMI, dude.”

“Not that kind of dream!” Luke tosses the wrappers at me, Reggie cackling beside him. 

Luke starts explaining his dream- something about every time he started playing his guitar his cord had magically unplugged itself from his amp- and Reggie and I just share a look. We were used to Luke being in his weird, feels-the-need-to-analyze-everything moods. But even after all these years, it was almost like a movie, watching Luke get so weirdly passionate about things- music and otherwise. It made me glad that Luke was a brother to me by everything but blood. Partly because if he wasn’t, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from falling for him. And I have a strict policy about not falling for straight guys.

To everyone but me and Reggie- immune to him after knowing pretty much every thought that’s ever gone through his head since elementary school- there’s this pull to Luke. Like he casts a spell that has everyone in a 10 mile radius tripping at his feet and each and every girl swooning. Poor Julie is not immune to the spell, it seems. Lucky for her though, Luke doesn’t seem immune to her either. 

It took barely a few weeks into the school year before I noticed Luke switching seats with Willie Meyers at lunch to increase the odds he’d end up right next to Julie. Then there’s that stupid, puppy-dog, love-sick look in his eyes that Luke gets every time he thinks Julie isn’t looking. And it’s not like Reggie and I haven’t put up with a pining Luke before, but everything seems a little different with Julie. It makes me think of Ghost. 

Would I look like that if I saw him in person? Would he look at me like that? 

If Caleb leaks my emails and Ghost hates me forever, I don’t think I’ll ever find out.

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chapter one complete!

i'll let everyone know right now that i have no clear updating schedule for this fic; it's kind of hard to write and get down the way i want, so i'm not sure how long anything will take me. but it is summer break for me, so hopefully you'll all start seeing consistent posting of new chapters!

i hope you all liked this first chapter, or are at least intrigued to read some more. as i said in the starting notes, this will be cross posted to my AO3! Feel free to leave me a comment here if you would like, or head over there if you have any comments about the fic at any point! feel free to send me a message/ask on here if you have any questions or comments, too! my inbox is open any time <3

if anyone would like me to start a tag list, let me know and i’ll get that done right away!

this fanfic is definitely my baby, so i really hope you guys all like it as much as i do!

thanks <3

[theoriginalladya]

Winter prompts, Cuddling for warmth, Kaidan & Caleb. :)

from this list

On AO3 here

Thank you so much for asking this!  It took a while, but I finally figured it out! :)  An Irish History blog I follow had the perfect post yesterday as I was trying yet again to sort this one out.  Hope you enjoy it!  

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Shuffling down the stairs and humming I Saw Three Ships beneath his breath, Caleb silently prays that this will be the last time he has to run upstairs for the night.  All he wants is a few minutes to himself; it doesn’t have to be much, just a good fifteen or twenty minutes to sit and soak in the holiday … and appreciate the fact that Kaidan made it home in time – barely – to celebrate with them.  

His husband now stands at the large picture window in the front room, jacket removed and looking as if he’s been here the entire time and not at the beck and call of the Council for the past six weeks without a break.  It’s a chance they take with Kaidan still on active duty as a Spectre, Caleb understands that and he has no issue with it just so long as he comes home safe and sound in the end.  A part of him feels guilty for leaving Kaidan in the position of the one and only human Spectre, now of all times, but each time it comes up in discussion, the man brushes Caleb’s concerns away.  You gave us this chance, it’s my job to see it takes hold.    

Caleb slides an arm around Kaidan’s waist and snuggles close as he steps up beside him.  Kaidan hums softly and half turns so he can do the same.  “Kids in bed finally?”

Caleb huffs softly.  “In bed, yes, but not asleep.  Niamh’s worried.”

Kaidan’s brow furrows in concern.  “About what?”

“That Daidí na Nollag** won’t know where to find her and Tadhg this year.”  Their first Christmas together as a family hasn’t come without its hiccups, but both Caleb and Kaidan, with occasional guidance from Kaidan’s mother, have prepared for it as best they can.  “He offered to read to her for a while and I agreed.”

Kaidan chuckles softly, a warm smile curling at his lips.  Both men glance over near the fireplace where the stockings currently hang empty.  The Christmas tree is nearby, lights flashing merrily and plenty of empty space to be filled beneath it.  “Yeah, that isn’t going to happen.”

“You and I know that,” Caleb points out with a grin, “but she has to wait until morning.  Remember, a night’s sleep can seem forever to a young child.”

Sighing, Kaidan tilts his head to the side as their eyes meet. “Were we ever that young and naïve?”

“A lifetime ago,” Caleb concedes quietly.  “Two, in my case, I suppose.  Maybe even three, depending on how you look at it.”  

He releases his hold and starts across the room, but Kaidan catches his hand before he gets far, tugging him to a stop.  Caleb spares a relaxed smile back over his shoulder to counter the concern filling whiskey-colored eyes.  “I’m good,” he promises.  Squeezing Kaidan’s hand in return, he retraces his steps and ghosts a quick kiss across his lips, adding, “I’ve more than made up for it.”

They head over to sit together on the sofa where Kaidan points to the tray on the table.  “Now, explain to me about this?”

Caleb’s grin widens.  “That is for Daidí na Nollag.”

Kaidan stretches to tap the bottle of Guinness with one finger while lifting the carrot into his hand.  “You know, we just left him cookies and milk.  Somehow, I think the beer and the mince pie defeats the purpose of the carrot.”

Caleb laughs and swats his hand away from the tray.  “It’s an old Irish tradition, y’heathen!” he teases.  “The carrot is for Rudolph.”  He gestures around the room and the other examples on display; the candle in the window, the wreaths, the decorated tree, even the music that plays softly.  

Kaidan smirks and sits back. “The reindeer, huh?  What is it with you and deer-like animals?”

Caleb pointedly ignores the reference and instead argues, “Don’t look at me – our son is the authority on that one.  When we had a carrot handy, I agreed.”  He shrugs. “It seemed important to him.”  

A few minutes pass in silence, the two of them just settling and being around one another, until finally Caleb sighs and reaches for Kaidan who, apparently, expects the move if the smirk at his lips is anything to go by.  “Will you just get over here,” Caleb mutters, a soft sigh of frustration escaping.  

“I was wondering how long it would take.”

“And now you know.”  

Somehow, they manage to stretch out together without falling to the floor, and Caleb snags the soft knitted blanket off the back of the sofa to cover them.  When Kaidan gives him a bemused look, Caleb retorts, “What?  You think I’ve forgotten your comments about Noveria?  Gellix?”

Kaidan snorts softly. “I figured you had more pressing concerns at the time than memorizing anything I had to say about cold places we visited.”

Caleb strokes his husband’s cheek with the fingertips of one hand.  “Never.”  Then with a laugh, he adds, “Though, I still can’t figure out how someone from here, of all places, can be so cold all the time.”

The creak of floorboards above them silence both men; they listen intently to the footsteps padding from one room to another across the hall until they are silent once more.

“We probably ought to take care of the gifts now, don’t you think?” Kaidan murmurs a couple of minutes later.

Groaning, Caleb nods. “Probably,” he agrees as he sits up again, “but I expect you right back here and under this blanket with me in half an hour.”  

A bemused expression on his face, Kaidan asks, “What’s in half an hour?”

Caleb kisses him once more as he stands.  “I’ll be the one freezing by that point.”

Kaidan laughs as understanding dawns.  “Where’d you hide everything?”  

“Out in the barn far from curious young eyes …”

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**Daidí na Nollag – Father Christmas/Santa Claus

[whumpqin]

Day 20: Lost (Whumptober 2020)

We’re slowly getting there! Have a new character as a treat.

Characters: Annalynn (POV), Caleb, Aridai

Taglist:@faewhump @galaxywhump @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes @burtlederp @whumpasaurus101 @whump-only (if you want to be added to this story’s tag list or my whumptober taglist just message me!)

CW: pet whump, dissoci@tion, referenced past abuse, referenced past torture, referenced noncon, nonhuman whumpee, broken whumpee, blood, noncon touching (nonsexual), nudity (also non sexual), hallucinations, dubious caretaker, creepy/intimate whumper, gaslighting, maybe more. If I need to tag something just let me know!

Word Count: 1,055

He’s still. Completely motionless as he lay upon the bed that he’s chained to, his only remaining eye staring distantly towards the adjacent wall. If she looks at him just the right way, she knows that the poor thing would almost look dead. Sometimes she wonders if that would be preferable to… this.

Bruises line him from head to toe, fingerprints and impact marks and cuts where they nearly constantly punish and hurt him. Dried blood is caked across his skin, frozen rivulets that had run down to stain the sheets below. He’s been beaten, tortured, cut, and god knows what else since he’s been here. Annalyn curls her nose not in disgust but pity as she sits on the bed next to the Cambion.

Caleb doesn’t flinch as she draws the cloth across his face anymore. Even across his eye, where he once threatened to ruin her bloodline with a single bite if she persisted. Now he’s closed off to the world around him, and it makes Annalyn wonder if there’s anything left in that body of his, or if he’s just a shell of what he once was.

For good measure she draws the blanket over Caleb’s lower section so that she doesn’t think about it too much.

Pulling back a loose strand of her red hair, Annalyn works her way across Caleb’s face, gently scrubbing the dried blood from cuts and his frequent nosebleeds. She continues drawing the washcloth as smoothly as she could down to his neck, and the Cambion finally shivers to life out of the sheer fear of being touched anywhere else, a low, animalistic whine working its way from his lungs. Caleb’s tail curls, unburdened by the blanket, over his covered legs in an effort to protect himself.

Annalynn swallows. “Stay still,” she orders softly. He doesn’t respond to much else besides orders, as she remembers her sibling telling her.

Caleb immediately falls still, single eye staring, frozen with fear, at the same spot on the wall. Annalynn feels a strange twist in her stomach, discomfort and a strange sense of power making her unsure of how to properly interpret herself for a moment.

He stays like that, faded pupil shaking as it darts quickly, as if he was looking at something. Annalynn finally glances behind her to only see the lovely wooden walls of the house she lives in.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, trying to keep her voice soft. She knows he has to answer her. It’s not like he has a choice.

“I… I s-see-see… him…” he whispers. “If… if ‘m… ‘m st-still, he… he w-w-wo-won… won’t…”

Caleb’s eye fills with tears as he grits his teeth, filled with countless emotions that Annalynn can’t even begin to understand. She purses her lips, pausing to draw some of the hair sticking to his forehead back behind his ear to offer some sort of comfort to the Cambion.

“That’s…” She swallows again, unsure of how to go about this. Annalynn forces a smile, even if Caleb can’t see her right now anyway. “That’s right, just stay still, Caleb. Think you can do that?”

His breath hitches, catching somewhere in the back of his throat. “Y-y-yes, M-Miss…” Caleb mumbles.

“Good… good boy.” Nothing in his posture changes, of course, because Caleb was already so still it’s hard to tell that he’s not a statue, but Annalynn knew that being told he was good seemed to comfort him. His breathing relaxes, just a fraction, and that makes her feel a bit better about praising him in the first place. 

As she continues her self assigned task, Annalynn can’t help but catch the subtle creak of the door to the bedroom. Out of the corner of her eye she catches reddened hair like hers peeking in through the cracks, but she ignores it until it becomes the entire body finally slipping into the room. Then she finally tilts her head in their direction, seeing Aridai quietly moving towards the bed.

“He behaving for you this time?” Aridai murmurs to keep to the quiet atmosphere to the room, a slight smirk on their face. They, too, remember when Caleb was much more feisty than this.

They were probably the one to make sure he was never like that to Annalynn ever again.

“He is. I-I don’t want to know what you did to him, to make him like this, Ari,” she says quickly as their mouth opens. It was easy to see that glimmer of excitement that sparked in their eyes, to explain how well they’ve learned to break someone to a thousand pieces and keep only the bits they wanted.

Aridai seems disappointed, slightly, but shrugs. “Your loss. But it is much easier like this, yeah?” They stride over to Annalynn’s side, by Caleb’s head, crouching so that they cut off his view of the wall. Aridai reaches out and pets Caleb, and she watches as he begins to shake, just slightly. “I think this is the quietest either of us have gotten him in a while. Isn’t that right, little diamond?”

They ruffle his hair with a small chuckle, eyes practically glinting the more that Caleb panics. He looks away from Aridai in the hopes that their presence was merely an illusion, momentarily broken from his spell out of desperation. Annalynn catches his gaze, and Caleb’s eyes lock onto her as his breathing quickens.

Begging for help. For anything.

Annalynn forces herself to stay still and watch.

“Hey, don’t look at her like that, you manipulative thing,” Aridai snaps, tilting Caleb’s head forcefully by his curved horns so that he could no longer look at Annalynn. Then, pleased, their eyes turn back to Annalynn to scan her face. “Anyways. I’m getting ready for bed. I just came in here to say goodnight.”

“Ah. Well, um… goodnight, Aridai.” Her voice is tense, but if Aridai caught it they don’t seem to show it.

“Night. As for you,” they say, turning their head back to Caleb. They lean forward, planting a kiss on the side of his head, careful to not get speared by the Cambion’s horns. “Goodnight, Elisha.”

As more tears sprang to Caleb’s eyes from the name, Annalynn’s sibling pulls away and walks out of the room.

She sighs, watching as the life drains from Caleb’s eyes.

[eldritchtickles]

Saw u requested Critical role t-word art from my other fav blog and can I just say Bless U! I’ve been looking for content in the CR fandom for ages and haven’t found a drop of hc or pics of fic before for it! Have you got any t-lee hc for the mighty nein perhaps? Always good to compare notes (no pressure if u don’t want to tho! You stay in ur comfort zone!)

Oh boy do I got HCs,,,,,,,,, Tho I’m super glad you enjoyed the commission cause honestly I love it too!! But ye, here’s some HCs under the cut!!

Mighty Nein Tickle HCs:

Caleb:Definitely a very reluctant lee, full of red cheeks and embarrassment as soon as anyone finds out he’s ticklish (god you should’ve seen the poor wizard once Jester found out, he was a fuckin mess). In terms of his reactions, he’s very reserved! Small twitches and soft giggles that he hides behind a hand. Worst spots are his sides, neck, ears, and palms. Very susceptible to light tickles, Frumpkin’s nuzzles can be ticklish.

Nott:She will bite you, and she will bite you hard. Can’t imagine she’s a big fan of being tickled tbh, tho I’d say its more a trust issue than the sensation itself. If you do manage to catch her unawares, it’s full of screeching and kicking and loud “FUCK YOU”s that are sure to make it look like you’re killing her lmao. Worst spots are her tummy and ears!!

Jester:Listen. This girl is the biggest fucking switch. Tickling is a favourite prank of hers, but if you decide to get revenge she takes it with open arms! Or maybe it’s more apt to say with raised arms~. Honestly she loves being tickled, it’s just such a happy and fun activity between her and her friends. Big on tickle fights, though if you get the upper hand you wont hear her say stop once. Biggest spots are her feet (silly tickle rhymes kill her), underarms, and knees!

Beau:It’s always funny to see the tough cookies break, and our resident monk is no exception. Though her tough facade breaks almost immediately. Poke her and she shouts like you just tazed her! She’s a big fighter, watch out for impromptu flurry of blows, but eventually wears out and lays there a red faced, crying mess. Fjord thinks it is absolutely hilarious, but she doesn’t really hate it. Depends on her mood. Spots are hips, thighs, and underarms!

Fjord:My boy. Baby boy. I fuckin love Fjord, and he is an absolute baby to tickles. All his actor’s bravado melts away as he lets out loud belly laughs. It’s sorta nice seeing him laugh in this way since it’s one of the times he doesn’t hide his tusks from view! He comes out of a tickle attack bright faced and giggly, and tells people to definitely never ever do that ever again, but his inability to keep a smile away says different. His spots are (as seen in my commission lmao) tummy, ribs, armpits!

Yasha:This girl needs to be happy. I imagine in Yasha’s tribe tickles weren’t a thing, so she sees this as a “weird Empire ritual thingy”. Though that’s not to say she hates it! She likes it to an extent, mostly in a friendly and playful way. But watch out, cause if you get her in a playful mood she is a literal tickle monster~. Her tickly spots are few, mostly feet and knees!

Caduceus:Growing up in a large family (and being the annoying middle child he is), Cad is more than comfortable with ticklish antics! With the rest of the Nein though he’s not one to instigate it, but if you decide to tickle him he’ll kinda half heartedly push you away. Honestly he’s such a cute lee?? His laughs are super bubbly and happy, with a few soft snorts seeping out now and then. Definitely most sensitive on his ribs and stomach!

And as a bonus...

Mollymauk:Do you expect this little shit to not be a fuckin tickle terror??? Honestly he’s on par with Jester in terms of starting tickle fights, only he’s a much bigger teasing shit. He’s also probably the most likely out of everyone to have a bit of a kink for it but shh. But besides that, he mostly uses it to tickle people  to tears and then walk away nonchalantly, king of tickle fights. As a lee, it’s full of hollow threats through a happy grin and loud, squeak filled laugh! He is a walking tickle spot, but his feet are a big spot. When Yasha sat on his ankles and went to town, it definitely stopped him attacking her for at least an hour, which is a record lmao.

[gellavonhamster-remade]

TV Meme

Tagged by @thebeautifulsoup (thank you!)

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Tag 10 (or however many) people.

Black Sails

Turn: Washington’s Spies

Elite

The Magicians

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Who is your favourite character in 2?

Caleb - loyal, charismatic, a great friend, and just a lot of fun to watch on screen.

Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Peter Ash, probably. He’s the first one who comes to my mind when I try to think of a Black Sails character with no likeable traits.

What is your favourite episode of 4?

All That Josh in s3, if only for the gang singing Under Pressure.

What is your favourite season of 5?

S1 was the truest to the plot of the books and, most importantly, to their spirit.

Who is your favourite couple in 3?

Despite the number of canon (and possible non-canon) pairings on this show, I don’t really ship anyone there (the BROTPs, on the other hand...). Guzman/Nadia is probably the closest thing to my OTP there, but I’m not, like, very passionate about their relationship.

Who is your favourite couple in 2?  

I can answer with non-canon ships, right? Because definitely Ben/Caleb.

What is your favourite episode of 1?      

See, I’m the worst person to be asked about episodes - I just never remember what happened in which episode, not to mention the numbers of episodes. Let’s go with the finale of s3, it was pretty spectacular.

What is your favourite episode of 5?  

Ugh, episodes again... Despite my overall dislike of s3, I’d like to single out both parts of The Slippery Slope. I barely remembered anything about this book, so I didn’t expect to care about it much, and yet I liked it a lot (especially in comparison to the last three episodes of the season, lol). It made me care about Quigley whom I didn’t remember much from the books! And the dynamic between Sunny and Fernald was so cute.

What is your favourite season of 2?

I don’t even know. The third one, perhaps? Was it the one where they hanged John Andre because that made me emotional

How long have you watched 1?  

I’m not sure ‘how long’ applies to the shows that aren’t ongoing anymore, but I’ve watched all forur seasons of it.

How did you become interested in 3?  

The funny thing is that I don’t remember, actually! I think I found out about it from the Twitter blog of one of my friends and decided to give it a try because I wanted something pretty and entertaining to watch, and because it was on Netflix and I made a Netflix account some time before that.  

Who is your favourite actor in 4?

I can’t choose between Hale Appleman, Jason Ralph, and Summer Bishil, I really can’t. 

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

1 and 2 are my two favourite shows ever, and it’s really difficult to decide which one I like the most. I’ll go with 2 because I’d say it’s more representative of the tropes I prefer in stories, such as “a group of friends on a high-stakes mission” and stuff like that.

Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

Well, 3 isn’t over yet, but 1 has more episodes so far.

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Literally no one on this show can catch a break, so I’d rather not to. Perhaps Todd if I absolutely must - as far as I recall, nothing really bad happens to him throughout all seasons, he’s just... there, serving as the comic relief in the background and partying a lot.

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

Troubled students from a non-magical high shool, troubled students from a magical university... yeah, why not? Though I think a crossover - specifically, characters of 3 in the universe of 4 - would be more interesting.

Pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

Gates and Miranda, in some other life? I have no explanation for this, it just popped into my head.

Overall, which show has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

I love the murder mystery part of 3, and I think for a show about teenagers partying and dating it handles most of its serious topics very well, and I prefer the books 5 is based on to 5 itself. Still, 5, because it’s my favourite fandom and I’m biased.

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

As much as I enjoy all the musical numbers in 4 (the way they really sound like friends singing together to cheer each other up, not like something professionally recorded - it is very appropriate), they have nothing on the soundtrack of 2. I still listen to many songs from it, it made me learn Spanish Ladies by heart because I loved it too much, and I am still mad that their particular version of The Dowie Dens of Yarrow is not available anywhere in full.

Tagging @afoxnamedmulder, @xavantina, @tangentiallly and whoever else who wants to answer :)

[ivyseavey]

Mine (D.S.) Part 3

Warnings- none

Word Count- 1484

Tags- @samithepixie @loveherron23 @danieljames1998 @74limelight @imarshmanos @bree-the-cute-glitterpuff @whydontwejust123 @seaveystorm

Part one- https://beccagraceseavey.tumblr.com/post/175126139882/mine-ds-part-1

Part two- i dont have the link… just search “wdw imagines” in my blog filter. It’ll pull up.

Jessica’s PoV

“Alright! We’ve landed” I woke up to Dave’s loud voice. I lifted my head off of Daniel’s lap, and we got our luggage. We all thanked Dave and went to find our class. We were about 40 walking minutes away from jeddah, saudi arabia, according to Google Maps. When we finally got there, after hitchhiking, we ran into Ms. Hunt.

“I thought you missed the plane!” she says.

“We know a guy.” jonah says, with a chuckle.

“Well, don’t think you’re getting valedictorian after missing the plane.” She says to me. I just looked down, and sighed. Daniel put his arm around me.

“Anyway, your guys’ hotel room is number 9270.” She said, pointing at the hotel behind her. “Also, we’re flying back tomorrow at 7 am.” She said, and walked away. We went and dropped our stuff off at the hotel, and went to get lunch. When we got there, we were waiting behind my friends I hadn’t seen in a week.

“Abigail, Lilly, Abby, Jada, and Jaylei!” I said, a little to loud.

“Jessica! No way! We heard you got left behind!” Jada said.

“Their manager flew us here in a private jet!” i said.

“Spill the hot goss!” Jaylei said, seeing Daniel’s and my fingers intertwined.

“We’re dating!” I said, causing him to look over at us.

“Hi I’m Daniel, her boyfriend.” He said putting his free hand out for the girls to shake. The girls shook his hand, staring at him in awe.

“Do you guys want to sit with us?” Abigail offered. I looked back at the boys. They shrugged their shoulders.

“Why not?” Jonah said.

“How many?” Asked the waiter.

“Ten.” Abby said. The waiter led us to a round table with menus and silverware. Daniel was on my left, and Lilly was on my right. The girls were freaking out that I was dating one of the most popular boys, and they were sitting with the rest.

Daniel’s PoV

I was glad to meet Jessica’s friends, but I could tell there was tension between Jess and someone at the table. I just didn’t know who. She looked really uncomfortable. I kept observing the other girls, trying to see who looked like it. Abby. it had to be Abby. She was death staring Jessica, but i didn’t know why. Jessica looked up, and Abby mouthed something, but I couldn’t understand it. She looked really mad. Jessica mouthed “I’m Sorry.” Was Abby jealous of me and Jess?  I had to know for sure what was going on.

“Jessica?” I said.

“Yes?” She responded.

“Can we talk?”

“Why now?” She asked.

“Jessica. Meet me outside.” I said, sternly.

“Yes sir.” She said, rolling her eyes. I walked outside, and she followed.

Jessica’s PoV

“First of all, don’t roll your eyes at me.” He said, with a serious look on his face. Embarrassed he called me out, I looked away. I now had two people mad at me. Daniel and Abby.

“Yes sir.” I said, fiddling with my hands. It got quite for a few seconds, and he asked,

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?” I said.

“Don’t play dumb, Jessica. We both know what’s going on! If you’re not gonna tell me, maybe I should ask Abby!” He said. I could tell he knew Abby was jealous. He was testing me.

“Well you know she wants us to not be together! You’re acting like you don’t want u to be together either! How about you go date her?!” I said, by this point yelling. I started to walk away.

“Jessica, wait!” He called out for me. I ignored him and walked back inside the restaurant. I was in fumes. I went and sat back at the table, not wanting anyone to talk to me. Daniel came a few seconds later.

“We ordered for you guys.” Corbyn said, trying to break the silence. The whole rest of the lunch, Daniel and I didn’t say a word to each other. We were walking out of the restaurant, when Zach suggested, we all go take a walk at the beach.

“Sounds fun!” everyone agreed.

“I’m going to go back to the room. You guys have fun.” I said, not wanting to talk to Daniel. “Daniel, have fun with you-know-who.” I added. He just dropped his jaw. Everybody else looked so confused. I turned around and walked back to the hotel. When I got inside, I sat against the wall, pulled my legs in, and rested my head on my knees. I cried for about two minutes, when I heard the door open. I didn’t bother looking up.

“Jessica, I’m sorry I got angry.” It was Daniel.

“Go away.” I said, Sniffing.

“I’m not going anywhere until you forgive me. I’m not going to let you go over something stupid like that.” He said, squatting in front of me. I then lifted my head up.

“Jessica, are you crying?”  He asked. I then started to cry even more, and nodding.

“Abby and I have both liked you for like 2 years, and we never argued about it because we knew we would never have a chance with you. Now she hates me.” I said, standing up. He then stood up, too, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m sorry I got mad at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was mad at Abby and I took it out on you.” I continued.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s what I’m here for.” he said. We stood there for a few minutes. “How about we watch some netflix?” he said, unlocking his phone. We then sat on the bed and watched Netflix.

4 Hours later

“Do you want to see where the boys are at? We could meet up for dinner.” I said.

“Sure. I’ll text them” Daniel replied.

(on group chat)

DS- Hey where are you guys?

CB- Still at the beach with the girls. Zach and Paige have been non stop flirting lmbo

DS- HAHA no way. Do you guys want to meet up for dinner?

CB- Sure

JM- Where?

DS- I don’t care. Wherever you want.

ZH- How about that restaurant in front of the hotel?

DS- Works for us :)

JA- Speaking of ‘us’ did you and Jessica settle your dispute?

DS- Of course :)

CB- Then what have you been doing for the past 5 hours?? ;)

DS- Nothing! Netflix and chill

CB- More like “Netflix and making Chilldren”

DS- Grow up xD

Daniel told me what was going on, and then we went to the restaurant. I wanted to fix things between Abby and I, so I asked her if we could talk. We walked to the bathroom, and she looked really annoyed.

“What do you want now? You already have the man of our dreams!” She yelled

“Abby, please. It all happened so fast. We agreed that if one of us ever got him, we would be happy for the other. What changed to make you hate me?” I said, trying to calm her down.

“First of all, ‘It all happened so fast’ is a bullcrap excuse. Every person on Earth uses that when the mess up. Second of all, we never said that!”

“Abby, I don’t want to have drama. You know I hate it. Maybe just quitting our friendship would be better.”

“What?! You know what, Fine.” She said.

“Sorry! I just don’t want to be friends with someone that can’t be happy for me.” I said and I walked out. The rest of dinner went great. Except that Abby didn’t talk to me.

4 Months later

I graduated last month!! Ms. Hunt said that since I went through the trouble of catching up with the class in Saudi Arabia, I deserved Valedictorian. So, I got it! Abby texted me later that week.

A- Hey, Jess. I want you to know that you and Daniel all worked out for the better. Caleb Shelton asked me out last night. I want to apologize for acting the way I did. I know that we probably won’t see each other for a while, since we’re out of school, but I want you to know this; I forgive you. Please forgive me, even though it may be hard.

J- Of course I will forgive you! I’m also happy for you and Caleb! <3

“Was that Abby?” Daniel asked. We were at the Why Don’t We house playing truth or dare with the boys.

“It was” I said with a smile.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Of course.” I said smiling.

“Good.” He said, kissing my forehead.

A/N- this is the last “Mine.” If you have ANY imagine requests, just hmu! I love writing, i just don’t have many ideas :))

[heckin-harrington]

The Cool Uncle / j.k.

“joe keery imagine where you’re dating and you meet the cast and eventually become like the uncle and aunt they never asked for (cause we all know he’s that one cool uncle”

Request?: @orangepegacorn-blog Pairing: Joe Keery x Reader (f) Warnings: swearing but nothing too crazy Word Count: 1101

*gif is not mine*

“Hey,” Joe placed his hand on your shoulder as you two sat in the parking lot of the studio where they filmed Stranger Things. You had never been to set before but today, for some God knows reason, Joe decided ah what the hell, I’ll bring Y/N today so she can meet the cast making you pretty nervous. 

Your mind was swimming with thoughts, basically drowning you. What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m annoying? What if they think Joe deserves better? You just couldn’t get your mind out of the mud on this one. You felt stuck. After all, you just wanted to be accepted by the Stranger Things kids, as stupid as it sounds. But, they meant the world to your boyfriend so you hoped for the best.

You looked over at Joe, your eyes meeting his soft chocolate brown ones. He brought his hand up to your cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over your bottom lip. “They’ll love you. Trust me, babe.” He assured you to which you just smiled small and blushed at his touch.

“C’mon. Finn said he brought Nerf guns for when we’re on break.” Joe grinned, kissed your nose and got out of his car. You quickly followed suit, not wanting to be left behind at any point today. You grabbed Joe’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

As Joe lead you two back to the hair and makeup trailer, y’all ran into a few of the older cast members which made you hold back your inner fangirl. David Harbour smiled kindly as Joe introduced you. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, David.” You awkwardly held out your hand for him to shake to which the older man chuckled lightheartedly.

“You don’t have to shake my hand, sweetheart. I’m a hugger.” You beamed at David’s words, hugging the man. “Joe talks about you all the time.” He stated as you pulled out of the embrace.

“Oh really?” You looked back at your boyfriend who scratched the back of his neck, shrugging. “All good things I hope?” You asked David.

David crossed his arms over his chest, chuckling. “Nothing but good things. He adores you, kid.” You bit your lip at the words. The feeling of knowing Joe spoke so highly of you to people you’d only ever seen on tv make you glow for some reason. An ego thing perhaps or maybe just the thought of knowing he loved you just as much as you did him.

“Joseph David Keery!” You hear someone yell. Joe immediately turns his head, rolling his eyes playfully at the person who shouted.

“Didn’t realize you were my mother now, Millie.” He chuckled, motioning for you to follow him. You nodded, saying your goodbyes to David before rushing back to Joe’s side. “Y/N, this is Millie. Millie, Y/N.” He introduced. “Now why exactly am I being shouted at like I’m seven and broke something important?” He questioned the smaller girl.

Millie scoffed, placing her hand on her chest as she exclaimed, “You didn’t tell me your girlfriend was coming! I would’ve made her something to make her feel welcome! Now I feel bad, Joe.” 

Joe gasped playfully. “I did so tell you!” You laughed, shaking your head. You patted Joe on the cheek and turned to Millie.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know I was coming here either.” You smiled. Millie giggled at your remark before looking at Joe then back to you. “Oh my goodness! You must meet the rest of the party!” She told you, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards wherever the rest of the group was. You smiled brightly at her. “C’mon Joe!”

He grinned as he caught up. “Ah, Gaten! My man!” Joe said high-fiving the younger curly haired boy. Gatan threw his hand down to his side, rejecting his friend’s gesture. Joe furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“Um, who’s the girl?” Gaten asked making Joe roll his eyes opening his mouth to explain yet again before being cut off by Millie who squealed excitedly.

“She’s Joe’s girlfriend!” You sheepishly waved. “Hey.” You said, Finn shrugging at you.

“That’s cool but the real question is, are you good at Nerf wars, Joe’s girlfriend?” The boy questioned and raised an eyebrow, holding a plastic gun in his hands.

“Um, excuse me but she has a name you shithead.” Joe scoffed, crossing his arms. “Y/N.” He shared, Caleb shushing him. “Why does everyone hate me today? Jesus.” He sighed.

“Because you’ve downgraded from group mom to lame uncle.” Sadie explained. “What the hell? I’m the cool uncle if anything!” Joe yelled making you snort, earning a glare from him as you throw your hands up in defeat. “Why am I lame now?”

“Because you didn’t tell us that Y/N even existed!” Caleb told him. “He told me that he told you guys.” You shared making all the kids scoff and mutter things under their breath.

“That’s exactly why you’re now the lame uncle.” Sadie shrugged. “You can earn your title back though. Maybe not your mom one but I’ll let cool uncle slide.” She offered. “You win this nerf war, Y/N on our team, and you get your title back. Deal, Keery?”

Joe rolled his eyes, grabbing a Nerf gun from the pile by Finn’s feet. “You’re on you little shits. I can win this in my sleep.”

Finn tossed you the gun he was holding, you catching it and looking over to your boyfriend. “Well, you might not be the cool uncle anymore but I’m most definitely the bitchin’ aunt.” You smirked at him.

“Hell yeah!” Gaten cheered at your words earning a light shove from Joe. “Hey, don’t get pissed at me because your girlfriend is cooler than you.” 

“Alright ladies,” Noah quieted the group down. “Myself, Caleb, Finn, and Gaten are a team. Sadie, Joe’s girlfriend and Millie are a team.” He explained Joe waving his hands.

“Wait-- what about me?” He asked, Noah looking over at him and shrugging. “You go solo. That’s how you make your come back.” Joe gasped at the younger boy’s words.

“I’m calling bullshit on that logic.” Joe stated. “Call bullshit all you want, Keery. Doesn’t change the rules.” Gaten stated. “Alright, everyone ready?”

Everyone nodded collectively, you nudging Joe’s shoulder making him nod too. “You’ll always be the cool uncle in my books.” You whispered to him.

“Don’t make this weird, sweetheart.” Joe kissed your cheek. “Hey!” Finn snapped. “No flirting with the competition!”

“Ready to get your ass whooped, Keery?” You looked back at Joe who smirked at your threat.

“Bring it.”

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not too shabby for my first have at it in a while :) I hope you enjoyed it, darling!

requests/rules here!

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What if things had gone just a little differently post-Katzenprinz? (Fluff. Fluff is what happens.) For Widojest Week 2021 Day 6: Der Katzenprinz.

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“Caleb?” began Jester tentatively. “Do you have any other stories like that?” She was still clutching her copy of Der Katzenprinz to her chest, the filigree on the cover catching the light in the room.

“I know of a few,” said Caleb, stroking his chin. “There is the other book of fairy tales I left in your room, also.”

“Which is also in Zemnian,” she pointed out, pouting.

“Ah. Right.” Caleb pondered this for a moment. “Hm. You could--”

“I could come back for more stories?” said Jester, a little too quickly.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Or lessons in Zemnian, yes. But I would be happy to read you more stories if you’d like that.”

“I would. I’d really like that, Caleb.” Jester beamed, and Caleb felt his heart skip a beat.

“Well, we should pick a time to do this again, if that’s the case.”

She looked at him expectantly. “Is… is tomorrow too soon?”

“Not at all. Tomorrow, then,” said Caleb, “it’s a date. I mean-- not like a date, but an agreed-upon future time--”

“It’s a date,” replied Jester, winking. And she skipped out of the room, her pink dress swaying from side to side as she left.

As soon as she was out of sight, Caleb picked up his copy of Die Waldhexe und andere Zemnische Volksmärchen and began thumbing through the pages. He would have to brush up on his fairy tales. And perhaps it was best he start with something a little lighter than Die Waldhexe.

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66 notes • Posted 2021-07-17 06:49:13 GMT

#4

four-and-a-half waltzes of caleb widogast

A series of vignettes in which Caleb shares four dances with four of the most important people in his life, and learns to embrace the magic of possibility.

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Any good social dance teacher will tell you that partnered dancing is all about being open to possibilities. The dance lives in the space between practice and improvisation, on the precipice between the known and the unknown. At heart, it is something one creates together with their partner, something wild and new that has never existed before and will never exist in quite the same way again. In short, it is a kind of magic, and Caleb Widogast is no stranger to the magic of possibility.

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Caleb hadn’t expected them to run out of things to talk about so quickly. He and Nott have been on the road for a few days now since their jailbreak, and evening draws near once more. They’ve found a small clearing for the night. They don’t have much in the way of camp, but at least they can prepare a small fire, nibble on their rations, and set out the bed rolls somewhere more or less flat. It will have to do.

Nott is always keen to plan a new scheme or con, he’s noticed, but whenever he asks about her past, she clams up. And there are only so many scams Caleb can plan. He takes a bite of some jerky and chews it thoughtfully while the fire crackles amid the gathering twilight. The cool air fills his nose, and he looks across the flame to his goblin companion, who is munching on some mostly stale biscuits of her own.

"Nott, have you ever danced the waltz?" Caleb asks, breaking the silence.

Nott swallows and thinks for a moment, her ears twitching reflexively. "I don't think we have that dance where I'm from,” she ventures. “Goblins don’t have real culture like you do.”

“I am sure that is not true,” says Caleb gently. He stands up, straightens his coat, and shakes off a bit of the accumulated dirt. “Come. If your feet are not too sore from the road, I will teach you this dance, and in return you can teach me one of your goblin dances, and we’ll call it even.”

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73 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 02:00:39 GMT

#3

Widogast's Weltschmerz and that C2 finale

There's been some discourse about whether Caleb got a "happy ending" in his epilogue, and as someone who got really attached to Caleb Widogast over the course of this campaign, I thought I would offer a perspective I haven't seen yet.

Point the first. Caleb's ending is tonally consistent with the rest of his arc. A major theme for Caleb has been realizing that the things he thought would bring him happiness-- killing Trent, avenging his parents, burning down the Cerberus Assembly by whatever means necessary-- just wouldn't, if he were to actually follow through.

At the start of the campaign, he's still thinking like many of the other Empire wizards we've met-- if he can just amass enough power and knowledge, then he can reshape the world to better fit his views, "bend reality to his will." At minimum he hopes to be strong enough to face trent-- at best he aspires to undo the mistake that started him down this path in the first place.

But then he becomes a part of the Mighty Nein, and their friendship starts to change him. His bonds with Beau and Fjord keep him accountable, provide him perspective on his home and on his quest. And his relationship with Jester-- Jester, who is kind and open and lives by the motto that "A friend is a friend, even if they don't know it yet"-- that changes him too. Jester matters so much to him because she's the one to affirm that she sees the bad things in his past, and she cares for him anyway.

Caleb spends a lot of time thinking about his guilt, and wondering if he can indeed undo it by being a powerful enough wizard. But there's another turning point in his story, and it comes in Episode 98, Dark Waters. The Nein are discussing what the best path forward is now that they've discovered Essek's treachery and the plans for peace, and Caleb says the words that will shape the rest of his arc: "I'm tired of children being thrown on the pyre."

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288 notes • Posted 2021-06-15 02:00:44 GMT

#2

I know it’s kind of early for shipping but I’d like to propose a ship name for Imogen and Laudna:

Southern Gothic.

755 notes • Posted 2021-10-22 23:38:00 GMT

#1

I love the idea that Matt Mercer and Brennan Lee Mulligan played D&D with Aabria Iyengar once and both had the exact same thought: “Man, I really wanna play. You know who I can trust my massively popular actual play IP with? HER.” And they were so right.

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