#ft. caleb.

[enigmajaython]

I tried to hold out but I needed everyone to look at this

Og meme under cut

[stinkrascal]

i think he can tell girl lol

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Breanna: Where's Lilith? Caleb: Hello to you too, Breanna.

Breanna: Sorry, is Lilith home? I gotta talk to her, it's important. Caleb: I thought she was with you.

Caleb: It's getting late. She'll be home soon I reckon. You can wait with me, if you like.

Caleb: I never congratulated you on your transformation. Vampirism looks good on you. It's really rather impressive how quickly you adapted.

Breanna: Huh? Oh. You really think so? Caleb: Honestly, I thought I wouldn't see you 'til winter, I did. Breanna: I guess I'm pretty strong, huh? Was it, like, hard for you?

Caleb: Ah... hard is an understatement.

Caleb: Lilith got it bad, too. We had her locked in the basement for months.

Caleb: Used to throw chunks of meat down the hatch and listen to her catch 'em. Sometimes she'd ram into the door so hard it'd shake on the hinges.

Caleb: God, and that noise—that growling. You could hear it through the pipes like the house was groaning.

Caleb: Vladislaus would make this face, like he was terrified the wood would splinter. He'd tell me, it's alright, it's all under control, but he was right scared, he was.

Caleb: [ sighs ] Always lying through his teeth...

Breanna: Do you know him well? Caleb: Who, Vladislaus? Sure, maybe. I only known him practically my whole life. Why? Breanna: Do you know if he's... seeing anybody?

Caleb: Why? Did he say something?

Breanna: No... but there was this guy earlier. They seemed close. Caleb: Oh. Ah. I dunno. You tried asking him?

Breanna: He said they're associates. Caleb: Maybe it's true. Breanna: Yeah, right. Associates. That's such bullshit.

Caleb: [ sighs ] You know, I get the impulse, I really do, but Vladislaus is the wrong choice. Breanna: Huh? Caleb: You're young, and you got eternity now. You got your life back.

Caleb: Why not go see the world?

Caleb: If I were you, I'd be traveling. Not wasting my time pining after some old man. Breanna: ...I like it here. Maybe you don't, but I do. I don't gotta stress. I don't gotta worry.

Breanna: Out here, I can forget. At least here... he's... nice to me.

Caleb: Don't think it's right, bedding your sire, but if you want the headache, have at it. Careful you don't break his hips. He is ancient, after all.

Breanna: Huh? Who said anything about—I'm not—I never said—what makes you think that?! Caleb: You're the one asking about his relationships. Breanna: A girl can't ask questions?!

Breanna: Like I'd ever care who Vlad's dating! I'd never want to—ugh. With him?! Ugh! I wasn't even talking about that, I'd never ask about that! You fucking pervert!

Breanna: Stop asking me questions you pervert! Caleb: I didn't ask nothing. Breanna: Ugh, I'm going to find Lilith!

Breanna: [ thinking to herself ] Shit... that was close.

Breanna: [ thinking to herself ] ...He can't tell, can he?

Breanna: [ thinking to herself ] Nah, I'm good, he definitely can't tell.

[waywardsunlight]

I keep thinking about how Dana described them like dog walkers who bond over their dogs. 

[jamiebower-001]

A whole different flavour of handsome

Jamie Bower in "Run On" music video

[unfried-mouth-wheat]

The brothers found a set of brothers

I don’t go here I just thought it would be funny to see @missazura ‘s Witherbanes have an aneurism upon meeting my Boys™️

[smok3inm1rrors]

He doesn’t know he’s about to get murdered start his character arc

[valentinamernes]

valentina was in the kitchen, making herself an omelet, but her mind was elsewhere—on her ex and the person he’d brought home the night before. as the door closed, she smirked, sliding her omelet onto a plate before turning to acknowledge caleb. "another client leaves unsatisfied," she teased, though the sounds from last night had told a different story. still, jealousy lingered, even if she couldn’t explain why and would never admit it. "and speaking of that," she added, her tone more pointed, "i try to sleep on my days off, so maybe next time, try being a little less noisy? i swear, it felt like you were breathing right behind me." ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚@caleb--caldwell

[silkchvffon]

closed for my darling @invcntions 🤍

HE CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME he shared a meaningful kiss with someone. he can't remember the last time he held someone tenderly and meant it. the only reason jude even allows it in the first place, the only reason he's not immediately killing every emotion he now bears, is because he knows it's temporary. when he kisses his boyfriend goodbye in the doorframe and watches as liam walks away he can only hold the fondness knowing, in the end, it means nothing. he closes the door behind liam and retreats into his shared home. it's a relationship, and it's even sweet — but it's a far cry from the meaningful bonds jude knows himself able to create, the prime example of this stood in front of him now as caleb walks into view. still, if anyone's inspired this change within him it is exactly this man. « don't look at me like that, » jude huffs, but lips curl into a defensive smile. « this one i won't kill. i'm quite fond of him. »

[not-poignant]

Hello! Sorry if you've answered this before--I searched but didn't see anything. Do you have any ideas about other fae tales characters that might exist in the Underline universe that we haven't seen yet, like Ash or Gulvi? I know there's a full TRP story coming (hooray!!!) but was wondering if there are any little tasty morsels you might have about the others who won't be getting the spotlight 😊

Hi anon!

Ash is a peak alpha, and like most peak alphas, he's happiest not in a relationship, so we're not going to get a side story with him (much like Ash in the canon, he's not pairing off! He's aromantic and not interested in any kind of long-term sexual relationship)

Gulvi is with Fenwrel in the sister facility to Hillview! I don't write f/f (aside from in small oneshots), but they're definitely together. :D Fenwrel basically has Dr Gary's job - she manages/runs the sister facility to Hillview which has women omegas and omegas with uteruses, and alpha companions as well.

At the moment, I haven't felt pinged to write any other pairings or anything for the universe. Technically by the time it's done, it will have five separate serials dedicated to it which is more than I've ever written in any universe before, and is already very overwhelming to think about! Folks are always more than welcome to write fanfiction though. :)

[robinsantos]

📘 + Caleb

send 📘 for a facebook status about your muse

@caleb-majhi

[caleb-majhi]

💭 + atlas!

"Alright, so this fucker here- no. Don't worry, I won't be mean.

Not too mean.

Anyway, I feel like everything you think about when you hear 'Florida Man' he embodies. Unpredictable, crass, more confident than he should be allowed to be...

But it works for him. I still don't know if he worked a day in his life or if he got by on sheer dumb luck, and just by what little I know, I suspect the latter. Or maybe he's more resourceful than I give him credit for.

Either way, seeing his face on the street is like seeing a shark fin in the water. I try to stay away before the inevitable urge to wring his neck sets in."

[wizardnuke]

friend/classmate is checking up on my progress with an assignmence i haven't started yet (in my defense it's a literature assignment we discussed In Depth i just have to put the words on paper. anyway.) while im 1/3rd thru writing a tag essay on caleb. please hold bestie im doing something important. category five caleb event

[atlasnolan]

eavesdrop + caleb

"You need to keep your eyes peeled for him, I've never met a hornier man in my life. Going around asking for all sorts from all sorts, don't let that big scowl on his face or the don't-fucking-talk-to-me demeanour fool you. You have to keep watch on that one."

The bartender didn't give him much of a reaction at all which dulled his delight at the whole conversation, making him almost wish that the very subject of his warning was in the bar that night.

"Does he not usually be here on a Tuesday?" He asks, glancing around for any sort of sign of his full-bearded half-acquaintance.

"You're a terrible conversationalist, you know. Do you not work for tips? You need to start chatting like you're one good tip away from being out on the streets."

Not that he would be a particularly generous tipper that night -- he's not yet sussed out how he was going to pay for the beer without any dark-haired generous strangers to cover him like the last three times he had been in.

"I'll tell you what since you're telling me naught, if you comp me this beer and throw in a shot for good measure, I'll tell you what had me leaving Tootsie's Tittytastic Cabaret bar in Miami with four hundred dollars in tips in my pocket after one trial shift. Think about the long-term value of that in the face of one measly beer and a shot of whiskey. A double one."

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. // @caleb-majhi

[monotcnes]

location: the beach participants: owen cadwaladr and caleb young ( @lavenderhaeze )

"this is nice," owen smiled as he looked at the man standing next to him, "i haven't taken a proper walk on the beach yet," he added, this time with a laugh as he extended his hand slightly, allowing his fingers to brush against caleb's, though he stopped short of grabbing his hand. "it's always better with someone else," he explained.

[cantfightmoonlight]

@nicocastillo

"And that concludes our tour. Please remember to drop all of your EMF readers into this bucket here and, as I mentioned on the start of our tour, we do accept tips. It's pretty much the only way we are getting paid for this. So, if you had fun even remotely on your tour or not, please make sure to pay it forwards. We accept Frankins, Jacksons, Lincolns, we love us some Ulysses S. Grants, and will even take a Washington. All the presidents and not presidents whose faces are on a dollar bill are welcome here. So, come on people. Pop open those wallets and make your two extravagant Ghost Bro hosts days," Caleb exclaimed, holding out the bucket to tour guest after tour guest as he'd smile and offer up thank yous depending on the tip sizes and an occasional 'come on ma'am. we know you had more fun than that'. But, as he noticed one particular wolf turning to head off after chatting with the witch who happened to run the Seen it Route, Caleb passed the tip bucket over to Mateo and started heading after him. "Hey, Nico, wait up. It is Nico right? Sorry, uh, hi. I sort of need to talk to you about some, uh, werewolf related business, if you've got a minute?"

[colemonroe]

WHERE: Outside the Sons of Silence MC Clubhouse WITH: @caleberikkson

One-two-punch– it was a cadence he’d first learned as a child, and back then he couldn’t really claim to love it, he could only look at it as a means to an end. On nights when his mother had blown what little money they had on drugs, Cole had been forced to get a little more creative if he wanted to eat and fighting had been his answer. Over the years, though, he’d come to love that steady one-two-punch until it was as much a part of him as the breath in his lungs and the beat of his heart. It was how he unraveled, how he desperately tried to bridge that massive gap between who he was and who he wanted to be. Whether or not he ever did was up for debate, but that didn’t stop him from trying. 

It was part of why he found himself across from Caleb just outside the MC’s clubhouse, drilling his taped knuckles into the other man’s practice mitts. Isaac’s death, as well as everything else plaguing this godforsaken town was weighing on him, and the best way for Cole to find himself was to quite literally lose himself in a bottle, a warm body, or a fight. Right now, he was venting a lot of his frustrations through this training session. “Again,” he breathed at the end of whatever rep this was– truthfully, he’d lost count. Raising his fists in front of his face, the southpaw stuck to that cadence, again and again, landing his punches against the center of Caleb’s mitts until he was forced to stop. “Fuck,” he cursed beneath his breath, finally stepping back once his arms felt more let wet noodles than limbs, head shaking.  Raking a hand through his hair, he glanced across at Caleb, “Y’doin’ a’right with everythin’?” Cole asked, having not broached the subject the entire time they’d been training, though he felt quite sure that it went without saying what exactly he was referring to– Isaac’s death. It needed to be talked about, especially considering that Isaac’s position needed filling and Cole had been eye-balling Caleb for the job. As wrong as it felt just moving on, Cole couldn’t afford to pause for too long, not when they were facing threats around seemingly every turn. He had to think about the club and what it needed well before he even dared to think about his own grief– if he chose to think about it at all. “Shit’s crazy right now,” Cole acknowledged, finding the beer he’d left at the edge of the makeshift ring and raising it to his lips, “Need to know where your head’s at.”