#i love caleb's love for their muse

[starmocha]

At least they're not roasting me this time 🥹

[cagedchoices]

I don't know how I would describe Caleb's actual preferences in a potential romantic partner but I sure DO psychoanalyze the fact that he seems to prefer people with an inclination to be gentle and nurturing and who like kids, want kids, or already have kids of their own.

Which is like a whole thing about how people generally gravitate toward partners who remind them of their parents or if their parents were lacking desirable qualities, they often go for what they wish their parents could've had to fill the void left by their childhood. There's also the social commentary that men often prefer these traits because sexist ones treat a wife like someone who will cook/clean/fuck them whenever they want with no consequence but perhaps that's a topic for another time cause I have things to do.

[reallyrandomtj]

👫 Toush & Hyourin, please!!

Send 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship || ... No Longer Accepting !!

Most nights, when possible, Hyorinmaru and Toshiro sit together in a private space - elevated like a roof or mountain; depending on how much 'free time' they have - eating shaved ice together. Its a way for them both to TRY and relax/unwind from a VERY likely chaotic day.

They train together. It is also a non verbal approach for Hyorinmaru to show Toshiro that he is indeed worthy of his power if the Zanpakto spirit is willing to train with their master while manifested.

( Continued from Above ) Hyorinmaru also uses the training sessions to gauge Toshiros state of mind. The strength/durability, color and speed at which the ice solidifies during combat situations is a massive undeniable fact that something is distracting/bothering either/both of them.

Toshiro and Hyorinmaru don't have to verbally communicate with each other like most; their eyes are equally expressive and depending on the previous conversation topic Hyorinmaru witnessed it usually only takes a certain look to the other to accurately gauge what needs to be done. Which usually catches many off guard, that don't know them both well, when Hyorinmaru leaves a room without much/very conversation between Zanpakto and Master.

[vocesincaput]

These came today from @hamilpop 😁

They are gorgeous and so detailed! Calebs gun broke but can be easily glued back on.

I love the details like Abe’s cabbage, lol.

They’re awesome!!

[lupaeusmoved]

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 121 / ∞ featuring caleb pulišić ( @nat-muses liked for a manip )

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 —

[cuteteacakes]

{🧁} - "I've choked on a burrito for five hours straight. Five hours gay, even."

[general-kalani]

{ @bloody-caleb sent in; 🎵

Prompt from here! }

A classic song playing through the helicopters radio as it touched down.

Eisi taraf zara dekhna~

"What a wonderful day, hm?"

Dil se dil he a milna~

"If only those terrorists were gone, hm Yuma?"

Nahi, nahi bapas aja Sab tera pyar dibana Pistol pe goli dhal ke he~

"Oh well, we can enjoy the beautiful sunset at least! Oh, get the guards patrolling will you, feels like I'm being watched. How horrific is that!"

Tera mera, mera tera Jab tak ho jaye Eisi taraf zara dekhna~

"Oh, and if you do find anyone, shoot them for me will you? Thanks darling~"

[spectrophobias]

@dollhidden asked: "I did do the right thing, didn't I?" — Kaylee for Caleb!

well, how the hell is caleb supposed to answer a question like that? he's only asked himself every day since that damn fire, nearly torn his hair out over it, trying to figure out how their attempt at good had gone so wrong. the intention had been good, of course had, they hadn't wanted anybody to die, not even that awful old crone, keeping "her boy" locked up like that! after seeing what he had done to his sister and father though, caleb can start to understand why the kid had been caged.

they had just been trying to do the right thing. how were they supposed to know he'd been locked up for a reason?! from where they had stood, it looked like a cruel old woman making money off of some poor kid! they couldn't have known!

and when it comes to kaylee, he believes that wholeheartedly. she hadn't known, would have never intentionally hurt people like that, wouldn't have opened their family to this whole mess if she'd ever had even the slightest idea what would happen. she's a good person through and through. it's harder to translate these thoughts to himself though, when caleb doesn't think he has half the heart of his sister, none of the promise. kaylee is a good person, so she does good things, but caleb? he feels more and more like a fuck up every day.

he should have come up with something better. he'd never realized how fast a fire could get out of control before then, that people couldn't just run away. he'd thought it would be a quick in and out, and then-- then, he didn't even know what he thought they were going to do. bring the kid to uncle travis and hope he'd be able to do something about it? it had been a half baked plan at best, made up on the spot and absolutely full of holes. he had been so stupid, letting kaylee get into that sort of trouble. he was older than her, he should have known better. he shouldn't have let her put herself at risk for some kid they didn't even know! he should have kept her safe, and he hadn't. he didn't know if he'd ever be able to protect her again now, not when his simple act of being alive was enough to put her through a monthly hell. she really might have been better off without him at this point.

of course, he can't tell kaylee that he's thought about all of that. or, he won't. he knows he can talk to her about anything and everything, but he can at least try to keep her safe in this way, right? he doesn't want to put that weight on her shoulders, the look that bobby had given him when he'd asked for help with his problem had been bad enough. he can't put that thought in kaylee's head now. she had done the right thing, and he wanted to let her keep doing the right thing. he wanted to her to keep that inherent goodness and love. how could he take that away from her?

"of course you did, kay." he doesn't hesitate, enveloping his sister in a tight hug, rocking their weight back and forth from foot to foot. "when's it ever been wrong to try and help somebody? you did the right thing, i know you did. you don't need to worry about that."

[savingthrcw]

"It will matter if we get caught on this mission at the company: if everything goes according to plan within weeks I'll be in the middle of illegal trades," she retorted, "One mistake and they'll come for us and whoever was associated with us. For now all we can focus on is making them buy that we are a real couple, we've been together long enough to move in together and I must know your best friend if we are taking this big step. You could have kept Caleb out of this, at the very least, our fake identities aren't just to protect us."

He just didn't seem concerned one bit, and Sarah didn't understand; on one hand, she couldn't imagine trusting someone that much, on the other she couldn't imagine dragging them into potential danger unless it was needed. Impossible to avoid. Damn it, had he thought nothing of the fact that her long term work partner had betrayed them all?

because I'm one-hundred-ten percent satisfied that Brewster can be discreet

"Happy for you. I didn't consent to trust him with my life or my secrets," she snapped, wondering why the concept of privacy was so hard to understand for a CIA agent. Especially when knowing there may be more traitors, just like there had been in the past. "Well, the way you said it before, given the context you gave me, I assumed you told him everything." It was a little better now, to know that he hadn't actually shared the entire plan and who else was involved.

Seeing how you've all but confessed to not having any friends, I suppose it was unfair of me to assume you'd understand

She scowled at the comment about her not having real friends, but she couldn't exactly deny that it was true: "Oh, that's real nice, Tallmadge. And you are certainly making a case for me opening up to that, it's not like you tricked me when I tried to be nice the first time, and blindsighted me this second time around."

She didn't know why or how he got under her skin so much; she was one of the very few agents, besides the double-ones, who had always been able to trick even other spies into believing her personality was whatever she wanted, but with Tallmadge she couldn't try to settle in her cover, let alone control her real feelings. But maybe it wasn't him - maybe it was Bryce, his ghost taunting her.

"Nothing besides not calling it a fit. I'm going to start making dinner for Caleb," she decided, "It's the least I can do if we're going to have a guest, even if it's weird that a boyfriend would invite his best friend to the house considering a real couple would be celebrating in a very different way." No, maybe it was him too, they couldn't see eye to eye on anything.

"But you can do something from now on to ease my mind," she continued in a calmer tone, making her way to the kitchen aisle to check what she could come up with, "Don't talk about my real identity to other people, only about my cover, even if they are brothers to you. Unless it's part of a mission or we agreed beforehand. Nothing about what else I may be working on, doing, thinking or feeling. I don't share my personal information easily, I don't want other people doing it for me. You can tell Caleb I'm an ass and you are uncomfortable with this mission, but you cannot tell him about other assignments I may be given later on when we are supposedly dating or things you may notice about my real personality." This to her was the most basic requirement, so basic that she hadn't thought it needed saying, but again, clearly they had different styles, which was the real problem.

"And later, tonight or tomorrow, we need to have a talk. We need to discuss what we want to do, including inviting guests, and what we expect from each other. We can't keep finding out the hard way how... different we are. You could have asked me what we were supposed to do tonight if you weren't sure. If you have any question or doubt: ask me. You didn't need to invite a buffer, I was going to make us dinner, and we would have talked. And then we would have pretended to be about to christen the house. That's all."

This woman was confounding. Ben never knew from one minute to the next whether or not his words would enchant or infuriate her, and gritting his teeth, he coolly pointed out, "If I truly have been followed for the past month or so, it won't matter if I've told Caleb, because he'll already be on their radar! Honestly, Sarah, I don't know what you're getting so bent out of shape over! It's not an insurmountable issue!"

It wasn't even an issue at all, as far as he was concerned, yet the high-strung agent was already rocketing up from the couch, their act of affection no longer at the forefront of her mind. She began to pace from one end of the room to the other, practically burning a hole through the throw rug.

"Do you understand that we could be killed any moment, for starting a secret investigation? Even by people who aren't part of this but don't want snitches among their lines. And you went and told someone else."

"I didn't just tell 'someone else,' I told my best friend!" Ben snapped. "Even if he wasn't the best and brightest in his field, he's wholly devoted to the truth. I don't care whether or not you trust me, Agent Walker, because I'm one-hundred-ten percent satisfied that Brewster can be discreet. Besides: I didn't tell him everything -- just that we're on a mission, and that we might finally get some answers on Sackett's death." Ben rose from his seat and folded his arms. "He doesn't know that you are helping me, specifically...he thinks you're just a piece of the puzzle in proving I'm in a faux relationship. That's all. Honest."

Sarah chastised him, and cheeks burning hot with frustration, Ben gripped his elbows and huffed. "I don't not care about what happens to you," he coolly said, "but you're right: I should've at least given a fair warning. Seeing how you've all but confessed to not having any friends, I suppose it was unfair of me to assume you'd understand."

A low blow, perhaps, but he was exasperated with her faulty concerns. And then she admitted to it being her fault, and brows rising high on his head, Ben blinked at her in bafflement. "What do you mean?" he pressed. "Sarah, it...it's not your fault, I just...I have a hard time with not acting whenever I see fit. I didn't feel it prudent to wait." Dropping his face into his hands, he sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. "What should I do?" he wearily asked. "Obviously, you're still having a fit about this, so what can Caleb and I do to ease your mind?"

[imperatorisaureinova]

Tags

[saintobio]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MASTERLIST.

ONESHOTS/MINI-SERIES.

♱ sylus.

the sin & the sinner 001 // the conquered & the conqueror 002 // the loved & the lost 003 18+ (angst, smut, boss/assistant, non!mc reader)

know thy enemy // teaser 18+ (angst, smut, period piece)

heartbeat 18+ (fluff, pwp, baby daddy!sylus)

lucifer 18+ (dark romance, smut, angels/demons au)

♱ xavier.

know thy enemy 18+ (angst, smut, historical au)

♱ rafayel.

titanic 18+ (angst, smut, titanic au)

♱ zayne.

tbd

♱ caleb.

tbd

DRABBLES/HEADCANONS.

♱ sylus.

the biker’s book club 18+ (fluff, smut, biker!sylus x backpack!reader au)

i, spy (mild angst, jealousy)

pretty tough, pretty dad (girl dad!sylus, domestic fluff)

♱ xavier.

the perfect boyfriend 18+ (fluff, smut, established relationship)

starlight (fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, jealous bf!xavier)

♱ rafayel.

the art of loving 18+ (fluff, smut, artist x muse)

♱ all.

walking in on him watching adult content 18+ (suggestive smut)

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[cagedchoices]

tag drop, part I

GENERAL TAGS I'M AN UNDERACHIEVER — OUT. IT'S STILL ME — FACE. SO IT TELLS THEM WHO I AM — ABOUT. ROUGH EDGES ARE THE ONLY THING I'M HANGING ONTO — MUSINGS/AESTHETICS. AT LEAST YOU HAVE SOME INTERESTING COMPANY — PROMO. WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? — SELF PROMO. THEY BUILT THE WORLD TO BE A GAME — PROMPT. YOU KNOW THE DRILL — REPLY. YOU GOT MY MESSAGE? — ANSWERED.

CHARACTER TAGS (GENERAL) WHATEVER YOU'RE INTO MUST BE PRETTY BAD — DOLORES. YOU EVER THINK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? — MAEVE. I WON'T REST UNTIL EVERYTHING YOU BUILT IS DESTROYED — CHARLOTTE. YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF PERSON CAN'T BE BEAT? THE KIND THAT DOESN'T GIVE UP — FRANKIE.

DYNAMIC TAGS AM I THE BAD GUY? IS THAT WHY YOU PICKED ME? — DYN | DOLORES & CALEB. YOU'VE SAVED MY LIFE BEFORE...HAPPY TO RETURN THE FAVOR — MAEVE & CALEB. I HAVE SOMETHING THAT YOU DON'T HAVE — DYN | CHARLOTTE & CALEB. I WILL COME BACK TO YOU...I PROMISE — UWADE & CALEB. YOU'RE MY WARRIOR...I LOVE YOU — FRANKIE & CALEB. WE HAD TO HAVE OUR OWN PLAN...STICK TOGETHER — FRANCIS & CALEB.

[feuerwizard]

Caleb's heart quickens at the implications behind Gale's words. His keen intellect grasps the underlying sentiments woven delicately into each phrase, and a warmth blooms in his chest as Gale's gaze lingers a moment longer than necessary. It stirs something within him, a fluttering of anticipation mingled with uncertainty. He chuckles softly, blue eyes alight with a mixture of amusement and something much, much deeper, “Ach, well, You always have a way of weaving poetry into the most scholarly of conversations.” He cannot help the manner in which his heart flutters at the thought of Gale’s musings on souls and uniqueness—his uniqueness—a warmth spreading through him that has little to do with the cozy ambiance of Professor Dekarios’ study.

Leaning back in his chair, Caleb considers Gale’s question thoughtfully.

“Transmutation is... possibility,” he begins slowly, mind racing with possibilities. “The possibility of transformation, not just of elements and materials, but of the self. To embrace change in its purest form, and shape reality according to it. Quite interesting, ja?” Not just altering the physical world around them, but delving deeper into the essence of existence itself. It is about change, yes, but also understanding the interconnectedness of all things.

Caleb places a hand over his notes and chuckles.

“The rest,” He begins with a teasing glint in his eye, “you will have to wait and see. I can’t spoil every bit of my lecture, now can I?” Even to Gale, who in all fairness, he tells most everything to these days. “I seem to remember you promised coffee�� would you be willing to show a stranger around these parts as well?”

Well, those were certainly questions, weren't they?

Perhaps soon, at long last, will be time to experiment.

Gale looks, and excitement — parts a sapling, equal parts a vigorous weed, really — settles and roots with a dizzying vigor. It makes a trellis of his bones, of the thatched, torn remnants of his half-ruined heart, and seeing him here sat there with the sunlight upon him... Dangerous, Gale settles on. Want flowers like a garden. He's a plot of tilled earth, a vast field of spouting need, and it's getting harder to pretend he's not in bloom and season. Gosh. Springtime is upon him, the blossoming month. "Believe me, I do," he smiles fondly, "but you'll find it's quite alright. I happily take the challenge to better tempt you with dinner, but we can talk about our bread baskets another evening, perhaps. Please." He motions. "Indulge my mind."

When will Caleb take the hint? Why is that a thought to think?

He smells his favoring shampoo and leans closer to the book. The scant space between them spans like ocean. 

And the tome is, well, undoubtedly a testament to this inquisitive man. It brightens him, Gale admits, seeing the scrawl of his name on that laid-out section. It makes him feel greedy, makes him think to scavenge about in a store, and when he stumbles on a read filled sweet with Caleb's theories, he would grab, buy it, and take it home. It feels partly possessive, his glasses sliding down the length of his nose. Like, like it isn't just enough to share this man his home. He needs to know his words. He needs him in his shelves. To catalogue that mind and read him when it's rainy... Gale coughs, looks down, and hopes he hadn't stared.

"A fascinating question, this. 'Should a living being change'," he begins, "'does he remain the same man?' Well, I'd like to preface that thought with a marvelous conclusion in turn: were your soul to wander," Caleb Widogast, "I could find you anywhere." How audacious. "I'm sure you know, but, ah, the more romantic of our field have considered this to death. They'd posit that each and every one of us works the Weave differently. Some would work it like a loom and others a needle, but should one concentrate fully and focus on the caster, their spirit, their essence, will stand utterly unique." Like a blueprint or a snowflake! Or whatever Caleb's is to him. No two, supposedly, would ever come the same, and Gale, shrugging calmly, leans away. "Condemn me as a poet if you must, but I'm partial to the theory. In that effort to alter the world, what is transmutation to you?"

[starmocha]

When you accidentally notice a running theme in your writings 👉👈

For those wanting to scratch that special itch (so to speak), I curated this list of all of those...special fics and scenarios of mine if you're looking for a specific something-something (read: breeding kink 😈 and/or family fics 🥹). Please be mindful of the ratings. Yes, there will be more in the future, I've accepted my fate. 😔🫶

LINKS: Regular Masterlist ⋆ ★ Series Index ⋆ ★ Tag List ⋆ ★ AO3

last updated: jan. 4, 2025

FAMILY FICS (SFW)

Featuring the LADS men as fathers. Most stories will center primarily around fatherhood, but some may just be a short scene. While the majority are SFW, the ones that aren't will have MDNI listed alongside them.

sing little birdie

Stories about Sylus and his three-year-old daughter. status: ongoing indefinitely // updated sporadically 01. Rock-a‐Bye 02. Hide-and-Seek 03. Little Dino — random scenarios: 01. Taking Little Birdie to the Amusement Park 02. Daddy is a Kitty?

standalone fics & scenarios

— fics: Sunday Reset i'm on the run with you, my sweet love — 《 MDNI 》

sweet little snowdrop

Stories about Zayne and his three-year-old son. status: ongoing indefinitely // updated sporadically 01. 12:30 PM Checkup 02. Carrot Cake

pretty little coral

Stories about Rafayel and his three-year-old son. status: ongoing indefinitely // updated sporadically [coming eventually i have writer's block for the fishie lol help]

standalone fics & scenarios

— random scenarios: Decorating Nursery

bright little starlight

Stories about Xavier and his two-year-old daughter. status: ongoing indefinitely // updated sporadically 01. Time-Out

[CALEB - COMING SOON <3333 - BOY DAD CALEB 💖 BOY DAD CALEB 💖 BOY DAD CALEB FUCK YEAHHHH 💖💖💖💖💖]

BREEDING KINK (MDNI)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) baby making time yes i'll probably get to the others eventually it depends on my demon, i mean my muse........

SYLUS

— light breeding kink Relentless Conqueror want me, need me, love me — intense breeding kink Elysium birds of a feather (series) 01. but if it's forever, it's even better 02. it was always you 03. epilogue (coming...eventually) Bride of the Dragon King (series - in epilogue only) 01. Prelude 02. Bride of the Dragon King (coming soon) 03. Epilogue (coming soon) — random scenarios: Horny Tribal!Sylus Thoughts

ZAYNE

PLACEHOLDER BECAUSE SNOOKUMS BREEDING US IN A 3-PART SERIES IS MY 2025 WRITING PROJECT /SRS

RAFAYEL

PLACEHOLDER <3 WILL HAVE THE FISHIE BREED US WHEN I AM LESS OF A COWARD ABOUT WRITING SPICY RAF LOL intertidal zone does make me want to help repopulate lemuria i mean what

XAVIER

PLACEHOLDER <3 BLORBO BY PROXY THE MAN THAT YOU ARE devs i want to suck his thumb (and his cock)

CALEB

PLACEHOLDER <3 THE 3-PART CALEB BREEDNG KINK SERIES OF MY DREAM WILL COME TRUE EVENTUALLY

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[vocesincaput]

[lupaeusmoved]

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 113 / ∞ featuring caleb pulišić ( @nat-muses )

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 —