#the kaleidoscope CAL

[laidback-thrills]

hey, Cal, don’t tell Kenneth but I prefer you over him >:)

[octaneink]

How do you expect me to be fine?

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary: All you wanted was a fun night out with friends, but things took an unexpected turn when someone started flirting with you. Or maybe… it will turn out better than you expected? Warnings: Alcohol consumption, emotional tension/arguments, angst (I hope) Notes: This is the fic from this ask! I hope I did it justice ☺️☺️☺️

The bass from the club’s speakers thrummed through your chest, a steady, pulsing rhythm that seemed to sync with your heartbeat. The neon lights overhead cast a kaleidoscope of colours across the room, bathing everything in a surreal, electric glow. You were surrounded by your usual group—Harry, Cal, Josh, and, of course, Will. The night had started off great, with everyone laughing, joking, and feeding off each other’s energy. Will, in particular, had been in high spirits, his laughter ringing out louder than the music at times, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he teased you about your questionable taste in cocktails.

“A Cosmo? Really?” he’d said earlier, raising an eyebrow as you sipped your drink. “I didn’t realize we were in a 2003 rom-com.”

You’d rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. “At least I’m not drinking whatever that is,” you shot back, nodding to the suspiciously bright green concoction in his hand.

Will had grinned, holding up his glass in a mock toast. “Touché.”

The first few hours blurred into a haze of neon and laughter, the kind of night where the air itself felt charged. Will’s presence was a constant anchor—close enough that the heat of his arm seeped through your sleeve every time he leaned in to murmur a joke, his breath grazing your ear as the music swallowed his words. You’d tilt your head, straining to catch them, only for his laughter to ripple through you, low and warm, like the hum of the baseline under your ribs.

His hands were never still. They’d flicker out to punctuate a story—a playful nudge to your shoulder, a tap against your wrist to reclaim your attention when Harry launched into another rambling tangent. Once, when he reached past you for his drink, his fingers brushed yours, lingering just long enough for your pulse to hitch before he pulled away, smirking at something Cal said like nothing had happened.

You told yourself it was accidental. Will was always like this—casual, careless with proximity, his charm as easy as the way he’d sling an arm over Josh’s shoulder or ruffle Harry’s hair. But then you’d catch him watching you, his gaze sharp and unguarded in the half-second before he looked away, the corner of his mouth quirking like he’d been caught mid-thought. You’d swallow the flutter in your throat, chalk it up to the strobe lights, the tequila, the way the room seemed to tilt whenever he grinned at you.

Just Will being Will, you’d think, even as your skin prickled where he’d touched you, the ghost of his fingertips lingering long after he’d turned back to the crowd.

The music swelled, a relentless beat that made the ice in your glass tremble as you slipped away from the group. You leaned against the bar, the cool marble biting into your palms as you waved to catch the bartender’s attention. “A Tequila sunrise please!” you shouted over the bass, earning a nod from the harried server.

That’s when you felt it—there was a noticeable shift, the presence of someone sliding into the space beside you. You turned, met by a guy who looked like he’d stepped out of a cologne ad: tousled hair, sharp jawline, a smile that said he knew exactly how handsome he was.

“Hey,” he said, leaning in close enough for you to catch the woodsy scent of his aftershave. His voice was smooth, deliberate, like he’d rehearsed it. “Couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. I’m Nate.”

You forced a polite smile, angling your body slightly away. “Hi.”

Nate either didn’t notice your stiffness or chose to ignore it. “What’s a girl like you doing here alone?”

“I’m not alone,” you said, gesturing vaguely toward your friends. Harry was mid-laugh, his head thrown back, while Will—

Will was staring at his drink, his shoulders tense. You blinked, and he looked normal, smiling happily to the group.

Nate followed your gaze, unimpressed. “Ah. Those your mates?” He leaned closer, his elbow brushing yours on the bar. “Let me guess—you’re the only interesting one in the group.”

You snorted, crossing your arms. “You’re barking up the wrong tree. Trust me.”

The bartender slid your drink toward you, and you reached for your card, but Nate was faster. He pulled out a sleek black wallet, holding up a hand to stop you. “Let me get this one.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I’ve got it.”

Nate smirked, undeterred. “Come on, it’s just a drink. One dance, and we’ll call it even.”

“Thanks, but I’m here with friends,” you said firmly, sliding your card across the bar before Nate could argue. “Have a good night, yeah?”

For a heartbeat, his confidence wavered, replaced by a flicker of irritation. Then he shrugged, slick as ever. “Your loss.” he said, nodding toward your group. Before you could correct him, he melted into the crowd, leaving behind a trace of his cologne and the faintest smirk.

You exhaled, the tightness in your chest unravelling as you turned back to the bar. The tequila burned your throat when you took a sip, but the sharpness grounded you. Just a minor hiccup, you told yourself, squaring your shoulders.

You made your way back to the group, drink in hand, and immediately noticed the shift in Will’s demeanour. He was quieter than before, his shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on some point in the distance. You frowned, stepping closer to him.

“Hey,” you said, your voice soft but carrying enough to reach him over the music. “You okay?”

Will looked at you then, his eyes dark and unreadable. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just studied your face as if he were trying to memorize it. Then he nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice low. “I’m fine.”

You hesitated, searching his face for any sign of what was really going on. But Will had always been good at putting up walls when he wanted to, and tonight was no exception. His expression gave nothing away, and after a moment, you nodded, accepting his answer even though it didn’t sit right with you.

“Okay,” you said, forcing a smile of your own. “Just... let me know if you need anything, yeah?”

Will nodded again, his gaze flickering away from yours as he reached for his drink. “Yeah, of course.”

The conversation ended there, but the weight of it lingered, pressing against your chest. Will stayed quiet, his presence a steady but distant force at your side. He nursed his drink, his fingers tapping an absent rhythm against the glass, his gaze fixed on some invisible point across the room. Every now and then, you caught him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, but when you turned to meet his stare, he’d look away, his jaw tightening as if he were holding something back.

You tried to focus on the laughter and banter around you—Harry was now passionately arguing with Josh about something, his hands waving wildly as Cal egged him on—but your mind kept drifting back to Will. The tension in his shoulders, the way he’d avoided your eyes, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. It felt like a storm brewing, quiet and electric, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to break.

You wanted to ask him again, to push past the walls he’d put up, but the music was too loud, the moment too fragile. So instead, you stayed where you were, close enough to feel the heat of his arm brushing yours, yet miles apart.

The tension between you and Will was a live wire, crackling with unspoken words and stifled emotions. It wasn’t just the way he’d been acting tonight—it was the way he’d been acting for weeks. The quiet glances, the lingering touches, the way he’d pull you close one moment and push you away the next. It was exhausting trying to decipher what he wanted, what he felt, when he refused to let you in.

And tonight? Tonight was the tipping point.

You’d tried to brush it off at first, chalking it up to Will being Will. He was always a little unpredictable, a little hard to read. But the way he’d shut down today—the way he’d avoided your eyes, his jaw clenched like he was holding back a storm—it hurt. It hurt because you cared about him, because you’d always cared about him, and it felt like he didn’t trust you enough to tell you what was wrong.

You weren’t stupid. You’d noticed the way his mood shifted whenever someone flirted with you, the way his laughter would falter and his smile would tighten. You’d seen the way he’d stare at his drink, his shoulders tense, like he was fighting some internal battle you weren’t allowed to be a part of. And you’d tried—god, you’d tried—to give him space, to be patient, to wait for him to open up.

But enough was enough.

You weren’t going to spend the rest of the night tiptoeing around his moods, trying to guess what was going on in his head. You weren’t going to let his brooding ruin your night, not when you’d been looking forward to this for weeks.

You turned to Harry, who was mid-rant about something absurd, and tapped his arm to get his attention. “I’m gonna hit the dance floor,” you said, raising your voice over the music.

Harry grinned, already swaying to the beat. “About time! You’ve been standing here like a statue all night.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t wait up.”

Cal raised his glass in a mock toast. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“So, nothing, then?” you shot back, earning a laugh from the group.

You glanced at Will, who was still staring into his drink like it held the answers to the universe. For a moment, you considered saying something—anything—to break through the wall he’d built around himself. But the way his lips pursed when he caught you looking told you it was pointless.

“I’ll be on the dance floor if anyone needs me,” you said, your tone light but pointed. Will didn’t look up, but you saw his fingers tighten around his glass.

With that, you turned and slipped into the crowd, letting the music and the sea of bodies swallow you whole. The beat was infectious, the bass reverberating through your chest as you moved to the rhythm. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back as the neon lights flashed overhead, and for the first time that night, you felt free.

The crowd pressed in around you, a blur of colours and motion, but you didn’t care. You let yourself get lost in the music, your worries melting away with every step. Out here, it didn’t matter that Will was being impossible or that the night hadn’t gone the way you’d hoped. All that mattered was the here and now.

You didn’t notice Will watching you from the edge of the dance floor, his drink forgotten in his hand. His jaw was clenched, not in anger but in quiet restraint, as if holding back something he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—let himself say. His eyes, though, betrayed him. They were dark, intense, and unwavering, tracing every shift of your body, every flicker of your smile. There was a hunger in them, a longing that he couldn’t hide, no matter how hard he tried.

The way you laughed—bright and unrestrained—made his chest tighten. The way you moved, lost in the music, seemed to pull at something deep inside him, like a thread unravelling with every step you took. He wanted to look away, to break the spell, but he couldn’t. His gaze lingered on the curve of your neck, the way your hair caught the neon light, the way your hands moved through the air as if you were painting the rhythm itself.

For a moment, his mask slipped. His lips parted slightly, his breath catching as you turned, your eyes briefly scanning the crowd. He froze, hoping you wouldn’t see him, hoping you would. But you didn’t. And as you turned back, laughing at something someone said, his eyes softened, a quiet ache settling into the lines of his face. He looked down at his drink, untouched and warm now, and exhaled sharply, as if trying to steady himself.

When he looked up again, his expression was guarded once more, but his eyes—his eyes still held that same quiet yearning, like a man standing at the edge of a fire, desperate to feel its warmth but afraid to get too close.

The music pulsed around you, the beat thrumming through your veins as you danced, losing yourself in the rhythm and the neon-lit haze of the club. But as the night wore on, the energy began to wane. Your feet ached, your head buzzed faintly from the drinks, and the weight of the evening—of Will’s silence, of the unspoken tension—started to creep back in.

You glanced at your phone, the screen lighting up with the time. It was late. Too late to keep pretending everything was fine.

You made your way back to the group, weaving through the thinning crowd. Harry was slumped against the bar, grinning lazily as Cal drunkenly recounted some story, his hands flying everywhere. Josh was scrolling through his phone, looking half-asleep, while Will…

Will was still there, leaning against the bar, his drink untouched in front of him. His eyes flicked up as you approached, but he didn’t say anything, his expression unreadable.

“I’m heading home,” you announced, cutting through the chatter.

Harry looked up, blinking blearily. “Already? The night’s still young!”

“For you, maybe,” you said with a tired laugh. “I’m beat.”

Cal raised his glass in a mock salute. “Get home safe, yeah?”

You nodded, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Will do. See you lot later.”

You didn’t wait for a response, turning on your heel and making your way toward the exit. The cool night air hit you like a wave as you stepped outside, a welcome relief after the stifling heat of the club. You took a deep breath, the faint hum of the city filling your ears as you started down the pavement.

You hadn’t gone far when you heard footsteps behind you, steady and familiar. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“You don’t have to walk me home, Will,” you said, your voice carrying over the quiet street.

“I’m not,” he replied, his tone casual, though there was an edge to it that made your stomach twist. “We live in the same direction, remember?”

You glanced over your shoulder, catching his eye. He was a few steps behind you, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulders hunched against the chill. He looked… tired. More than tired.

“Right,” you said, turning back around. “Same direction.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and loaded, as you walked. The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, the occasional car passing by breaking the stillness. You could feel Will’s presence like a weight at your back, his footsteps keeping pace with yours.

You wanted to say something—to ask him what was wrong, to demand an explanation for the way he’d been acting all night. But the words stuck in your throat, tangled up with the frustration and hurt you’d been carrying for weeks.

It wasn’t until you reached the corner of your street that Will finally spoke.

“You looked like you were having fun,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.

You stopped, turning to face him. His expression was guarded, his eyes shadowed in the dim light.

“I was,” you said, crossing your arms. “Until you decided to act like a moody teenager all night.”

Will’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing. “I wasn’t—”

“You were,” you interrupted, your voice sharp. “You’ve been like this for weeks, Will. One minute you’re laughing and joking, and the next you’re shutting me out like I’ve done something wrong. And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s going on in your head when you won’t talk to me.”

Will stared at you, his expression hardening. “You want to know what my problem is? Fine. I’ll tell you what’s my problem.”

He took a step closer, his voice rising. “My problem is you! You’re always so nice to everyone, and it’s like you don’t even realise how many people are constantly flirting with you!”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What are you talking about? I’m just being polite!”

“Polite?” Will scoffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “That guy at the bar tonight, the jogger last week, the bloke at the pub who bought you a drink—it’s always someone! And you just laugh and smile and let them think they’ve got a chance!”

“I turn them down!” You shot back, your voice rising to match his. “Every single time! I’m not interested in them, and I’m not leading anyone on! Why do you even care?”

“Because I like you, okay?” Will blurted out, his voice cracking. “I’ve liked you for ages, and it’s driving me mad. So yeah, maybe I’ve been a bit of a dick tonight. But what do you expect me to do? Just stand there and pretend I’m fine when I’m not? How do you expect me to be fine when I have to watch guys flirt with you all night? When do I have to watch you laugh and smile and pretend like it doesn’t kill me every single time?”

His words hung in the air between you, raw and unfiltered. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe.

“Will…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

But he wasn’t done. “I can’t stand it. I can’t stand seeing you with other people, knowing I don’t have the right to say anything. Knowing I’m just your friend.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Will’s chest heaved, his eyes searching yours for something—anything—to tell him how you felt.

And then, finally, you found your voice.

“You’re an idiot,” you said, your voice trembling. “You’re such an idiot, Will.”

He blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“You think I don’t notice you?” You said, stepping closer. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you make me feel like I’m the only person in the room? You think I’d turn down every guy who tries to talk to me if I didn’t feel the same way?”

Will stared at you, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief to something softer, something hopeful.

“You…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” you said, your cheeks burning. “I like you too, you idiot.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. And then Will stepped forward, closing the distance between you. His hand cupped your cheek, his touch gentle but firm, and then he kissed you.

It wasn’t perfect—your noses bumped awkwardly at first, and his lips were cold from the night air, sending a shiver down your spine. But then his hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. The cold faded, replaced by the warmth of his mouth against yours, the faint taste of whisky and mint lingering on his lips.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. Your hands found their way to his chest, gripping the fabric of his jacket as if you were afraid he might disappear if you let go. The world around you—the hum of the city, the faint glow of the streetlights, the chill of the night—all of it faded into the background, leaving only the two of you.

It was messy and imperfect, but it was real. It was Will. His laugh, his sarcasm, his quiet moments of vulnerability—all of it was here, in the way he kissed you like he’d been waiting for this forever. And maybe he had. Maybe you both had.

When he finally pulled away, it was only far enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath uneven and warm against your skin. His hand stayed at the back of your head, his fingers gently stroking your hair as if he couldn’t bear to let go. His eyes were closed, his lashes brushing against his cheeks, and for a moment, he just stood there, breathing you in.

“About time,” he murmured, his voice rough but laced with a softness that made your heart ache.

You laughed, the sound shaky but genuine, and shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”

Will grinned, that familiar, lopsided smile that always made your stomach flip. “Make me.”

And just like that, the tension between you dissolved, replaced by something lighter, something brighter. The weight of the night, the weeks of unspoken words and stifled emotions—it all melted away, leaving only the two of you, standing there under the glow of the streetlights, smiling like idiots.

I hope this was what you were looking for! And I hope that I have made the argument (hopefully angst) between the two of them realistic and that you like the ending as well!

[stuck-in-a-forest]

do you any me to tag in you posts about it? Cause I’m already tagging a few people cause they have expressed interest.

reviving this story idea ✨

Premise

post apocalyptic world, everything is kind of okay but also not at the same time (aka lots of poverty but not an inherently evil government), creatures called Manifestations that form when there’s a concentrated amount of similar emotions for a long time or just really intense emotions, some people have powers to powerfully comment to and sometimes create manifestations, found family something 

Characters

MC: named Kaleidoscope, nicknamed Kal, nonbinary and aroace, orphan, connection to Manifestations, travels from city to city, isolation complex/trust issues, autistic

older genderfluid person, owns an art store, grandparent/parent figure for Kal

teenage boy (cis) around the same age as Kal, queer in some way, (not necessarily biological) grandson of genderfluid person, besties with Kal, brother sibling vibe 

nonbinary aroace person in their twenties

like 30-40 year old butch intersex lesboy who uses it/its exclusively who is just an absolute diva

teen who is older than Kal and that one other teen guy, probably closeted/in denial about being queer somehow because of trauma/abuse 

cute lesbian qpr who is pretty distant from the main story but we still love them

absolute diva of an ally, fucking angry all the time and hell of a fireball, used to have a massive crush on the one teen guy but that was when they were kids and now they’re just friends now 

the above mentioneds cousin, trans guy and they’re really close, this guy is like too old to be part of the main group*

kinda chill nonbinary teen lesbian

transmasc nonbinary pan diva

*the main group, the story centers around them: Kal, the cis teen guy, fireball diva ally, closeted teen. These guys are all super duper close and have good dynamics, it’s kind of a three duos who are then also all very close. Kal and cis teen are besties and fireball diva ally and closeted teen are besties and nonbinary lesbian and transmasc pansexual are besties and then including that they are all besties

Tagging @retic-pithon and @in-a-mello-mood because you guys expressed some interest in it before

[undying-lilies]

Hey do you have any song recs that have like. Parent-child relationship vibes? I'm looking for some for reasons that I can't say out loud

bestie you came to the right place, I have so many

Revolver by Vian Izak

Hey Kid by Ingrid Michaelson

Kaleidoscope by A Great Big World

Stella by Cereus Bright

Someone To You by BANNERS

Safe & Sound from the Hunger Games soundtrack

like, anything by Sleeping At Last

Home by Phillip Phillips

Kid by Imagine Dragons

other honorable mentions are my Cal & Kata playlist and, if you want some villianous parent vibes, my villain dad playlist, both of which are bops :D and might already feature some of the songs I listed

hope this helps!!

[fatgender]

Poet Headmate Pack

Name: Alastor, Amelia, Braxton, Bree, Callis, Covet, Cyrus, Dusk, Dagny, Engel, Esther, Everett, Forgetter, Gunblade, Georgia, Ginger, Harris, Hazel, Homebody, Kaleb, Kaleidoscope, Lawlin, Lyra, Madam, Monsieur, Maya, Noir, Noisette, Spire, Warp, Warpoet, Xander

Pronouns: academy/academys, ace/aces, brick/bricks, cal/cals, chaud/chauds, co/cos, dream/dreams, en/ens, enter/enters, ey/em, gray/grays, lucid/lucids, neu/neus, new/news, noct/nocts, nyx/nyxs, paper/papers, pen/pens, poet/poets, rain/rains, they/them, write/writes

Age: 35 - 50

Roles: Academic, Auxiliary

Personality: Diligent, introverted, nurturing, strict, understanding

Species: Shadow Monster

Signoff: 📖✒️

Aesthetic: (Image 1, Image 2, Image 3)

(Radqueers and proship can use, but please DNI with this post.)

[writtenindarkness-a]

KH1 - How does your muse identify their sexuality? Does it differ from how others may perceive that sexuality? Is this intentional on your muse's part, or based on the observations of others? *Calliope

Cal's identity, even outside of sexuality, is a kaleidoscope that she shifts with pretty regularly. Generally speaking, she identifies as female in her waking form with all the trappings and titles that might accompany it. In their dreaming form, however, they can be so many things that sometimes they don't even identify as human, never mind as any sort of gender.

What this means is that she most easily identifies as pansexual, as it feels more fluid to her than anything else. She's not likely to be offended if someone calls her a lesbian, or calls her bisexual, or even calls her straight mostly by virtue of her being the way she is, but she's out to her parents about her sexuality and at this point she's pretty sure there's not much she can say that'll surprise them.

To most outsiders, however, she absolutely exudes chaotic bisexual energy. She comes across precisely as straight as anyone wants to delude themselves about.

[highbrasshighkass]

1, 9 and 10 for the fic writer asks?

How old were you when you started writing fics?

i can't exactly remember, but i know it was sometime in late middle school (my first "fanfiction" was basically a shot-for-shot written down version of an episode of star wars: the clone wars that i wrote in the middle of the night and then lost somewhere along the way lol). my first posted fic was a criminal minds oneshot in 2013 on fanfiction.net (my beloved)

9. What's the best title you've come up with?

titles are the bane of my existence lol. come up with? i do like "kaleidoscope flora and prismatic fauna," my j:fo fic where cal gets bit by a spider and gets temporary synesthesia.

10. Do you read your own fics for fun?

sometimes! especially my newer ones, since i'm pretty proud of them. i also have a woeful amount of unfinished fics that i grow through every once in a while to see if inspiration strikes.

thank you for asking!!

[flyiing-giraffe]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @cal-cium-the-nerd ! Thanks so much <3 !

Tagging: @darklordofcutlets, @me-shells, & @yeonjunenby, but only if you feel like it!

Whoooops I posted this to the wrong blog yesterday lol take 2!

the ascent

Once there was a god born; bright and beautiful and golden, into the heavens.

The Road(trip) to Hell is Paved with Questionable Decision Making

“I cannot fucking believe,” Sanji grouses, hands flying over the cutting board as he dices carrots, “that idiot Mosshead”— he thumps his heel on the ground for emphasis, igniting the floor.

possession

“—we don't know if they even kidnapped him. Corazon is always disappearing."

fledglings

Zoro’s in a bar, in a town somewhere.

warning shots

Being a Royal Warlord requires a lot more paperwork than Law expected.

kaleidoscope

Lucci does not remember what happened after the explosion.

five of a kind

New members of Cipher Pol are always taught how to play poker.

moonlight

The room is tiny, spare.

clean

Everything in Mariejois is so clean.

dinner & diatribes

“Whiskey, neat.”

Well, just glancing through I can see that everything is in present tense. Several dialogue starts in here, and then the rest are mostly short, declarative sentences meant to establish something significant about the environment or circumstance. The odd ones out are ascent and roadtrip because they are very stylized, and out of my usual wheelhouse. There are none that are really meant to establish a wider scene/larger events, although I know some of the later d&d chapters start like that.

Fun exercise! Definitely recommend it, if you think it sounds fun!

[laidback-thrills]

Kaleidoscope "Cal" Miami!

More Info Below vvv

Working alongside Kenneth Torrez is THIS menace!

Cal mans the prize counter at the New Mexico Santa Fe location.

His favorite animatronic is Balloon Boy.

Unlike Matt, Cal is not a Virgin Loser. He's a frequent raver and practically lives the entirety of his undead life extremely high.

Kaleidoscope is dead. He was killed in a cocaine overdose, but decided he was "too young and hot to die" and animated with the pure spirit of Rave™.

Cal is 5'1", extremely lightweight, and his limbs possess a weird stretchy, noodly quality. When asked why, he only responded "'S just how groovy I am, duude...Go with the flow..."

Kenneth is very intimidated by them and feels as if they may team up with Balloon Boy to usurp his order (They regularly threaten this).

They are chaotic, flirtatious, chatty and confident. Cal has never been self-aware or self-conscious in his entire life, and he intends to stay that way. He has a vaguely threatening aura. He'd probably get along with Matt.

Kaleidoscope is single and ready to mingle if he ever gets from behind the prize counter.

[linguistlist-blog]

Confs: 1st International Conference Of the Cameroon Association of Linguistics (CAL)

Meeting Description: Africa, the cradle of a multitude of cultures and languages, stands out for the richness and diversity of its linguistic heritage. With over 2,000 spoken languages (Eberhard et al., 2022), the continent is a veritable linguistic kaleidoscope, where each language carries with it the history, traditions and world views of a particular human group. However, this linguistic mosaic faces complex challenges that jeopardize the survival and enhancement of many languages. Des http://dlvr.it/THCKLl

[oraflowers]

Celestial Kaleidoscope Sipper Glass

Quench your thirst in style with our 16oz Sipper Glass. Made from clear tempered glass, it's durable, sleek, and perfect for refreshing cocktails, juices, or any beverage you fancy. Choose between the classic version or opt for the version equipped with a Gasket-push Bamboo lid and Tritan plastic straw for added convenience. This sipper glass is FDA Certified, BPA Free, and Cal. Prop 65 compliant, ensuring your safety and peace of mind with every sip.

[must-mofasa]

Vibrant Stained Glass Sipper - Sipper Glass, 16oz

A beautifully crafted glass jar adorned with a kaleidoscope of stained glass patterns. The jar features a wooden lid and a reusable glass straw, making it both stylish and eco-friendly. Perfect for enjoying your favorite beverages while adding a touch of artistic flair to your day.

It's time to upgrade, buy now and get the most out of it!

Quench your thirst in style with our 16oz Sipper Glass. Made from clear tempered glass, it's durable, sleek, and perfect for refreshing cocktails, juices, or any beverage you fancy. Choose between the classic version or opt for the version equipped with a Gasket-push Bamboo lid and Tritan plastic straw for added convenience. This sipper glass is FDA Certified, BPA Free, and Cal. Prop 65 compliant, ensuring your safety and peace of mind with every sip.

.: One size: 16oz (0.473 l) .: Clear tempered glass construction .: Made in the USA from globally sourced material .: Available with or without a gasket-push bamboo lid and Tritan plastic straw .: BPA Free .: Please note: Hand wash only

It's time to upgrade, buy now and get the most out of it!

[eye4jewelry]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Gold Filled Retro Art Deco Space Age Earnest Borel Kaleidoscope Watch.

[happi-tree]

hi happi !!! i hand you this (♣️) and also a hug <3

Seisei!!!! I take this and puts it in my pocket to cherish forever and then take your hand and pull you into another hug 🥰🥰🥰

You’re my: Beloved mutual, A3B roomie, fellow person dragged by the combined efforts of Nyx and Cal from Amphibia to dndads, and one and only seibling!!! How I met you: In the apartment, though I think I must've seen your art a ton beforehand! I'm unsure as to when I actually followed you in all that, but I feel like it was probably pretty immediately because you were so wonderful and kind and sweet from our very first interaction :]c Why I follow you: AMAZING, amazing art that you churn out like nobody's business and a demeanor as bright and bubbly and squishy and serotonin-inducing as your art style!!! You're very friend-shaped, lovebird 💗 Your blog is: Like an art classroom! There's paintings and projects of every hue imaginable hanging from the ceiling, and it's an absolute kaleidoscope of light and color and whimsy. It's very easy to get inspired, and my day gets a little brighter every time I see you on the dash!!! Your URL is: Very adorable and also friend shaped!!! And it's just you, Seisei the seibling ever <333 Your icon is: Your sona!!! They look SO cool - I remember when you first showed their design in the apartment and was blown away by how cool they look. The purple eyes are my favorite part, I think 🥰 A random fact I know about you: Owner of some VERY cool magical ocs!!! I need to read up on their Lore, but every one of their designs absolutely slays. A seislay, if you will :P General opinion: Amazingly talented person and cherished internet friend!!! Personal ball of sunlight and positivity and encouragement :DDD Very lucky to have you 💗💗💗 A random thought I have: I look at the birthday art you gifted me on a daily basis btw <333 The colors and composition are so cool and I don't think I'll be over it anytime soon :DDD

[xxsparksxx]

The Kaleidoscope Blanket CAL - Part 13

The Kaleidoscope Blanket CAL – Part 13

Welcome to part 13 of the Kaleidoscope CAL – the final part!

The last thing to do with any blanket is the border. A good border sets off a blanket nicely, and after all the work you’ve put into this blanket, it deserves to be well-finished.

This border is fairly simple, with no colourwork – just lots of V stitches to create an open, lacy edge that really brings the whole blanket together.

The…

[highbrasshighkass]

If anyone asks, Cal decides hazily as he tries to stop the blood oozing from his shoulder, it was definitely BD-1’s fault. Cal has an encounter with more of the local wildlife on Bogano. Obviously it doesn't go well.

could it be? me finally writing another fic after lifetimes and lifetimes? anyway