#smiley cal

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 10,000/?

[kindahoping4forever]

🚨 IMPORTANT CONTENT FROM STUTTGART TONIGHT 🚨

[midmorninggrey]

Tagged by @inquisimer to create my OCs in this picrew, and their swords in this picrew. Thank you! I've never done a picrew before - so many choices. Shout out to the artists who put them together!

Gillian Hawke - If she's going to kill people, Gill figures she might as well use a fancy knife (rubies and gold preferred.)

Celeste Trevelyan - I think this sword design is something crazy Cece would draw up to show Dagna. She has the tastes of any self-respecting teenage necromancer: bats, purple, and moss. Luckily for an Inquisition that is already struggling with a questionable image, the young Herald decides to stick with her bow and staff.

Marcus (AKA Cal) - The sword with personal significance! It's supposed to have a carved griffon head on the pommel, but I thought the sunburst was nice. Marcus' silverite arming sword was a gift from Warden-Commander Duncan. Given his status as a mage, Marcus didn't need to learn swordsmanship, but he pursued it with a tenacity that earned him grudging respect from his fellow Wardens. However, his friend Magaleth the Mapmaker wasn't terribly impressed by his skills, so she enchanted a Lightning Rune into the sword.

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Tagging onto @samseabxrn (I've been sending a lot your way so no pressure) and whoever else wants to look at all these snazzy character creation choices.

[cathandoesnt]

i’m very very low res but god those higher res days when you get drunk for free are beautiful

[drugstorewizardblast]

:)

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Calum5SOS, 21 August 2016

[isaidneveragainbuthereiam]

really love how not sleeping well overnight makes my body hold on to everything which makes me weigh more in the morning🙃 my inability to sleep is not my fault and I should not be punished for it

but that's not how bodies work🥰

[moonstruckme]

Hiiii!! I saw that you were asking for camp counselor! James and I got an idea, what if reader and him weren’t yet together but they were both pinning on one another and he was just telling the kids how adorable the reader is and the kids thought that they would be so good together and were so happy when they finally got together!!!

Thanks for requesting sweetheart!

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 751 words

You spot James before he does you, holding court among a circle of campers enjoying their free time after lunch. The sun beats down on the unshaded bit of grass in front of his cabin, but James doesn’t seem to mind. He’s all loose and smiley, skin glowing in the afternoon light and hair that hasn’t been cut since May curling just above the rims of his glasses, meanwhile you can already feel the tickle of sweat forming on your skin. 

He looks up as you approach, grin widening the second before his face smooths into seriousness. “Careful, guys, we’ve got a wily one coming to join us,” he tells the kids. “Keep your cards close.” 

You roll your eyes, sitting down with your legs crossed beneath you between a couple of girls from your cabin. “What are you playing?” You ask them, and yet James answers anyway. 

“Blackjack.” You look up at him, and he smiles. Almost bashfully, like he’s unable to help himself. “Crazy eights,” he concedes, setting down his hand to deal you in. “Here, we’re just starting.” 

“James,” one of his boys whines, “we’re halfway through.”

“What harm does it do you, Cal?” he asks. “You’re set to win anyway.” 

“It’s okay,” you promise, “James is allowed to set me up for failure if he likes.” 

James pretends to be appalled, making the kids laugh, but he can’t keep it up for long before he’s smiling back at you. You like doing this with him, allying together. It feels like you’re in on some sort of secret, though you’re not sure what that might be. 

“It’s probably because he fancies her,” one of the other boys whispers to Cal in a not-so-low voice. 

You do your best to keep your eyes on your cards and your feelings off your face, but you feel a heat that has nothing to do with the sun creeping up the back of your neck. 

“Shush!” One of your campers, Mary, elbows the other boy sharply. “You’re so loud.” 

You don’t dare sneak a glance up at James, but when one of the girls goes, “Wait, what?” and the circle erupts in giggles, you can’t help it. He’s grinning at you, that us-against-the-world look again, like kids, right? You hope your answering smile looks half as relaxed. 

“You guys are worse gossips than my mum, you know that?” The kids’ laughter worsens as he feigns an exasperation that’s easy to see through, setting his hands on his hips. You pointedly do not notice how nicely the pose displays his biceps and forearms. “This is why I don’t tell you any real secrets.”

The boys from James’ cabin look genuinely upset. You feel a bit bad for them even as relief washes over you, tinged with a bit of disappointment.

“It wasn’t a secret?” the boy who’d spoken asks. 

James gives him a sideways look. “Hate to break it to you, mate, but look at her.” Blood rushes to your face as the kids gasp and ooh conspiratorially at each other almost too loud for you to hear him saying, “I’m only human.” 

You feel no better than the kids when the first response that rushes to your lips is shut up, but you choose to take your own advice, rolling your eyes like you think he’s joking despite the light and undeniable sincerity in James’ tone. Butterflies crowd your stomach.

“Y/n, are you gonna be his girlfriend?” one of the girls from your cabin asks, grinning ear to ear. 

“Um, it’s not quite so simple—” 

“Terrible!” James exclaims, looking around the circle with a scandalized expression. “You’re all terrible. I haven’t even asked her anything! You’re going to kill your counselor, and what then? You think the next one will let you play in her hammock?” 

“We’re not allowed to do that anymore,” another of your girls says sulkily. 

James looks to you, and you shrug, sheepish. “I got caught. They said it wasn’t safe.” 

“Whatever,” James blazes onward, “the point is, who will I have to talk to if you kill her? Be considerate, guys. Plan ahead.” 

“James,” you plead, very nearly on the brink of actual death, you’re sure. 

“And that,” he says promptly, stacking three fives and holding up his hands empty, “is how you win at crazy eights.” 

The kids erupt in shouts, pointing fingers and throwing down their cards, and James sends you a wink. 

You think you need to take a dunk in the lake. 

[mamawasatesttube]

stopped writing the horrors (halloweenfic) for a little bit to bang out some silly lil halloween party fluff :) and now back to the The Horrors mines i go!

Music drifts through the house, a rotation of classic Halloween tunes. Bart and Cissie are dancing in the middle of the living room, while Cassie does an enthusiastic shimmy nearby; Anita’s in the kitchen baking some pumpkin pie with Greta, and Kon?

Kon is on tipsy-and-sleepy-Rob-watching duty. Tim, dressed as a vampire (real creative, for the guy who works with Batman, right?) is lying curled up against his side, head on his thigh, and idly drumming his fingers to the beat of Thriller.

It’s nice. Just a chill li’l house party with his besties. Kon is dressed as Cal Kestis (you know, the Jedi Knight, survivor of Order 66, with the cutest droid companion ever), though it’s warm enough that he’s ditched his poncho. Tim’s currently using it as a pillow. He insists he’s wide awake, but he’s had two cups of Cissie’s spiked punch, and everyone knows a tipsy Rob is a “liable to doze off any second now” Rob.

As if he senses Kon thinking so and just has to spite him, Tim suddenly sits bolt upright. “Kon,” he says. “If you were a monster”—he cups Kon’s cheeks in his hands and stares intently into his eyes—“I would mash you.”

“Um,” Kon says. “Thank you?”

Tim nods seriously, as if that makes any sense whatsoever, and then just as abruptly flops himself back down across the sofa. He nearly cracks his head open on Kon’s knee; Kon has to catch him and more gently adjust him to lay across his lap.

“You’re very… smashable,” Tim adds, like an afterthought. He’s wearing makeup tonight, glittering along his cheekbones in the low light. “Though you’re not a monster. At all.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Kon says wryly. Tim may have had more than two cups of punch, actually. Either that, or he didn’t eat before coming here. “You want any water?”

Tim goes a curious shade of red, blushing all the way to his ears. He sits up again, hugging one knee to his chest, and hides behind his hair. “Are you—are you calling me thirsty?” He sounds scandalized. “I’m not! I’m just saying. You’d make the mashiest monster ever.”

Oh, brother.

Trying not to laugh, Kon gets up from the sofa and holds out his hands. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re hydrated, doofus. C’mere, let’s go to the kitchen.”

Tim takes his hands, stands up, and then goes so perfectly still that Kon immediately knows the room is spinning under his feet. “I’m not drunk,” he says, and then flops forward into Kon’s chest with a hum. “You smell good.”

Wrangling a tipsy-to-drunk Tim is kind of like what Kon imagines handling a post-surgery ferret might be like. He’s so… noodley. And clingy. And smiley. It’s kinda cute, not that Kon would tell him so to his face anytime soon. The guy’s already got a big enough ego.

“Okay, not-drunk Robbie.” Kon pats his back, grinning. Cassie catches his eye over Tim’s shoulder and laughs outright. “Let’s put one foot in front of the other and go get you some—I mean, I want some water.”

“Oh!” Tim lifts his head. “You want water? You should’ve just said so.” Tim pats Kon’s shoulder with a remarkable amount of unintentional condescension for a drunk guy. Kon has to admit, begrudgingly, that it’s kinda impressive. “C’mon. Kitchen time.”

Kon knows how to pick his battles. “Lead the way,” he says, and lets Tim think he’s in charge as he guides them both to the kitchen.

He gets a glass of water into Tim’s hand and then picks him up and sets him on the counter, where he swings his feet and starts babbling. It’s swell right up until he starts trying to drunkenly backseat drive Anita’s piemaking (“Kon, tell him I’m not putting an engine diagram on my damn Halloween pie.”), at which point Kon groans, picks him up again, and carts him back to the living room.

“You,” Kon tells him, plopping back down onto the sofa, “are a menace.” He boops the tip of Tim’s nose.

Tim wrinkles his nose, then wriggles himself into Kon’s side and tugs his arm around himself. He’s so busy getting himself settled into Kon’s arm just right that he doesn’t even notice he’s using both hands to arrange Kon’s arm, which means Kon’s TTK is the only reason he doesn’t spill apple cider all over himself, Cissie’s couch, and the floor.

“But I’m your menace,” Tim informs him, once he’s satisfied with their positioning. He’s got both of his legs tossed across Kon’s lap now, and Kon’s poncho haphazardly draped over his shoulders like a weird jacket (instead of, like, putting it on like a poncho, which it is). “So there.”

Kon’s heart does something very mushy and flip-floppy in his chest, and he just sighs, squeezing Tim closer. “Yeah, bud, you got me there,” he agrees, and pretends he’s not incredibly charmed by the smug look on Tim’s face. “You got me there.”

[operationandre]

i know there’s a lot of controversy over the smiley face on cal’s hand and whether it was a cut or a drawing, but let’s act like it was a drawing.

imagine cal being bored in class and writing random things on his hands and his arms. he’s been sent to the office for it multiple times; they usually just tell him to wash it off and stop being a distraction or else they’ll call his parents.

after a while, cal gets tired of getting singled out and having to carry his stuff down to the office, so he stops drawing on his hands and begins doodling on his jeans. when he’s at home he sews cool patches into the denim and draws the weirdest pictures. he even lets andre write his initials on them and draw one or two pictures. andre would draw more if he could, but both of the boys know he’s shit at art.

he’ll sit in class with his knees tucked up against his chest and draw little spirals and faces onto his shins. he mainly does it in science and math, classes he knows andre understands so he can just get notes from him later. his parents get him a sketchbook, hoping it’ll stop him from marking on his clothes, but it doesn’t. he just starts doodling in both.

[5sospicturesque]

Clearing out my camera roll 9639/?

[looking-glass-rosie]

[Cal whistles, casually walking by a reflective window of a shopping front.]

@calaverage

[The too-smiley girl appears in it. Only, she's not smiling now. She seems upset, and ranting to someone]

[r4diumg1rl]

breakfast: 170 cals+ black coffee

mf looks like a smiley face omg ate beets for the first time, i love them when i juice but just never took a bite:0

[ericsnaturalerection]

i am sick and tired of

people thinking calvin gabriel (zero day or not,) does self harm.

(do not cancel me or call me cringe for this)

only evidence people who say he does is the smiley face, in which, is CLEARLY with marker or something. sure, i get it, you headcanon or portray for a cope or whatever or just because other people go with it

but its truly obnoxious, and nobody has EVER spoken up on it, thats why im here

if i see ONE MORE drawing of cal with slit arms im gonna TWEAK.

yeahhh totally self harm not a rubbed off marker drawing

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Calum5SOS: 'Give me your best awkward smile'

22 August 2015

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Notes

Notes between Selene and Rolan throughout Act 1. SFW.

Rolan,

I just wanted to say again thanks for being wonderful last night. Thanks for listening. It really means a lot to me.

And um, I hope you didn’t mind me giving you a kiss.

Selene

***

Dear Selene,

There’s no need to thank me. I only did what a gentleman should do. While your kiss on my cheek was unexpected, it wasn’t unwelcome. Surely a young lady like yourself has other suitors?

Most Sincerely,

Rolan

***

Rolan,

I don’t have suitors. Anyways, I was wondering if you’d like any of the books I find as we explore the surrounding area. Gale’s putting together a library in camp (which you’re welcome to visit any time, just say I sent you), but if there’s duplicates, maybe you could have them to read? If not, then I’ll sell them. Could always use the gold but wanted to ask you first.

Selene

***

Dear Selene,

I’m astounded that you’d think of me in such a way. Astounded and grateful, my dear. Yes, I’ll take any books you can give me and thank you for inviting me to your camp library. Is there anything I can do for you?

Most Sincerely,

Rolan

***

Rolan,

Nothing you can do for me but guess what? There are huge spiders under the blighted village!!!!! But don’t worry---I killed them. :)

Hope you’re enjoying the books I dropped off yesterday. It was great to see you and talk. Maybe we could talk more when we visit the grove again?

Selene

***

Dear Selene,

I’m very glad to hear you dispatched those ‘huge spiders.’ Hurrah! That’s my favorite barbarian!

I’m enjoying these…books as much as I can. They’re poorly written, and the subject matter is mundane.

However, I appreciate your effort in bringing them to me, as well as our talks. I would like to speak to you again very much.

This time not in earshot of my siblings, please.

Most Sincerely,

Rolan

PS: Did you seriously draw a smiley face in your last note?

***

Rolan,

Yes, I drew a smiley face. Why? Because I was smiling. Like this. :)

You make me smile.

Selene

***

Dearest Selene,

Is that true? I cause you to smile? How? Why? Cal says I’m an irredeemable grump, but now I can say that I am, in fact, pleasant. Not a grump. Not at all.

I hope you and your merry band return soon. I miss our chats by the water.

Most Sincerely,

Rolan

***

Rolan,

The Underdark is amazing. Amazingly beautiful. Amazingly deadly. Amazingly smelly in some parts.

Wish you were here. I bet you’d have so many interesting things to say.

Selene

***

Dearest Selene,

I hear the Underdark is a place of both great beauty and greater danger. Please be careful. I would feel terrible if anything happened to you.

That being said, if you come across any interesting books could they possibly come my way? Please?

But seriously though, be careful. Be safe.

Most Sincerely,

Rolan

***

Rolan,

It’s very difficult to stay safe in the Underdark when there’s so much shit trying to kill you, but thankfully, I’m tougher than them all.

And yes, I’ve got several books for you, including one on mushroom mating rituals.

Hope you, Cal, and Lia are well. Hopefully we can leave the Underdark soon and come back topside and visit the grove.

Selene

***

Dearest Selene,

Please forgive my display of excessive enthusiasm last night. I was simply very happy to see you after these long few weeks without…seeing you.

I missed you.

Perhaps, if you manage to clear the way for us, we could have a quiet moment to ourselves?

Most sincerely,

Rolan

***

Rolan,

I’d like that very much.

Oh, and before I forget, when you, Cal, and Lia make it to Baldur’s Gate, go to Miss Agi’s Bakery in the Lower City and show my dad (his name is Brant Longsong) this note. He and Mum will take of you. I live in the apartment above the bakery, which you and your siblings can use for as long as you need.

Selene

***

When Selene woke the morning after the celebration, she saw through still sleepy eyes an envelope left under her tent. She reached for it easily and opened it.

Dearest Selene,

Being with you last night was a joy. It’s always a joy to be with you.

See you in Baldur’s Gate, my dear, and…

Thank you.

Yours,

Rolan