#widomauk eventually???

[rainbowcaleb]

Summary: Caleb’s spell required a delicate component he had scoffed when he first read. Doubting his translation, he cast Languages again, but the inkbled scrawl read the same. “Heart of a fae”. Literal or figurative, he almost did not care. He would seize both to be sure.

*slides this shadowidomauk AU over to you on this fine afternoon*

[mistygreenwoods]

Fic Preview Friday

You Are Me (A Mirror Spinning, Trying To Break Free)

Or in which in this fic, Caleb Widogast, a twenty-five year old graduate student wakes up in the body of Bren Aldric Ermendrud. Lost within the world of Exandria, and with memories not of his own haunting his footsteps, he doesn't know if he will be able to find a way home.

By the time one very bright tiefling makes its way into his life, will he want to?

[mareastrorum]

Hmm… because I’m curious and wish to encourage violence… 13 and 23.

13. worst blorboficiation

Man, this is a toss up between Molly and Essek.

Molly was not a good person. Molly was unaligned and dipped into callousness. I truly mean that, Molly was cruel at times. Molly’s first instinct was to resort to violence to snap Caleb out of a stupor, even though it was followed up by a forehead kiss that most of his fans romanticize. He wanted to abandon Kiri as quickly as possible. He didn’t want to help the Schuester kids in Hupperdook until Fjord piped up that it was personal to him. Like, I eventually came around to liking Molly because that is a very daring character choice by Taliesin. Molly was a problematic queer, not because his queerness had anything to do with his bad traits, but because he wasn’t a saint, and that took guts to portray queer characters in a negative light given this audience. Then Molly got martyred and all that complexity was ignored. Now he’s just a soft blorbo.

Essek also isn’t a soft cushy boy. He did not care who got killed or hurt as long as he could do the research he wanted to. He did not care for anyone but himself. Those were choices. He didn’t hesitate to hurt or kill people, he just got nervous when he realized he was in situations where opponents could strike back. He cowered when he realized he was vulnerable. It took time for him to choose to take risks like that, to trust people when he wasn’t trusted, and he grew because of it. But a lot of shadowgast fans insist that Essek fell in love with Caleb during the stream or even immediately upon meeting, which, like, no. I think Essek was clearly hoping for friendship from Caleb and the Nein by E141, but I don’t think that had developed into anything romantic or sexual by then. But most portrayals of Essek are nervous, demure, and shy without the cutting, dry sarcasm that I love.

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

Widomauk and Shadowidomauk. I know that’s surprising given the above answers, but here goes:

Generally, I am not much of a shipper. I tend to crackship for the lolz, especially when the ship is guaranteed to crash and burn. I am a fan of conflict. Because of that, those two ships didn’t appeal to me because most fan writers and artists tend to depict them as very soft, domestic, tame, etc. That’s not a dig on other people who enjoy that, it just doesn’t appeal to me all that much.

Then I learned the evil AU versions exist, and it hit me: they don’t even have to be in an evil AU to butt heads. They absolutely would have some conflict built in because of how Caleb’s background collides against Molly’s worldview and Essek’s hangups. There is so much potential for explosive drama and pain. THEY COULD BE TERRIBLE FOR EACH OTHER.

And sure, you could have them kiss and make up after, but I want the conflict first.

Choose violence ask game.

[incognetomisquito]

GUESS WHO FINISHED

we got THE mist upon the hill by @ereborslionheart, a Widomauk fanfic where soulmates share their scars, and Caleb is the unfortunate damsel who has to bear through Molly’s recklessness. Dont let my summary fool you though, this fic is brutal and wonderfully angsty

Production rant under the cut :3

The cover is made of 100% genuine leather (according to the tag on the purse i bought at goodwill) and is embroidered with the colors of Molly’ jacket. The back embroidery is meant to mimic his tattoos, because of the whole soulmate thing involving skin.

The leatherbound book and the fire colored headbands were my nod to Caleb. (Plus, if you think of it, how fitting is it to have something of Caleb’s be covered in symbol’s of Molly) If im being honest, my first idea was to paint acrylic scars on the leather, but that pales in comparison to what i landed on.

Im really proud of the typesetting too, I’ve definitely improved since my last bind. (The fic is maybe 10k words longer, but literally almost the exact same size. Thats how much the margins improved)

AND i added a fan poem i wrote for the fic like 3 years ago for an english class. It was “write a poem about a book or piece of media” or smth. Ironically, the teacher accused me of plagiarism bc i put the name of the fanfic by it. I had to inform her that no, the fanfic in question is 70,731 words, my poem is about it, not directly it. Good poem tho, im still proud of it, and i figured itd make the beginning of the book feel more real.

I also put Devon Rue’s map in, specifically centered around where they’re running around in the book, which just simplifies to the Dwendalian empire.

I definitely couldve been more careful with my glue job, and the corners are gonna need protectors eventually bc i didnt cut them right, but overall i am really proud of this.

Hopefully by next book im using printed covers though because i dont know how many more custom fabric covers i have in me. I love them but my god are they tedious to make.

[dent-de-leon]

The fact that widomauk is the first kiss of campaign 2 warms my whole heart and I cannot wait to see this moment finally animated :,)) especially if we eventually get the Lucien novel line where Molly fondly looks back on the memory and remembers his Magician as “softness and light—”

[all-thestories-aretrue]

Kingsley flirting with Caleb though. You're cute magic man. I just!!! Every version has a crush on Caleb. Like!!! Widomauk had my heart from the beginning and still does tbh but king and caleb eventually. Thats big brain.

[captainkingsley]

Thinking about a long slow burn of widomauk where Molly, who loves to help people, who lives to help people, is determined to help Caleb get through what's hurting him. Sure there's romantic interest, but Molly's not helping him because he wants to eventually get with him, he's doing it because he finds joy in seeing people become better versions of themselves.

The attraction is just a bonus, and one that he reels in all the time because the most important thing about travelling with the Nein isn't what Molly gets out of it, it's what everyone else gets out of it. The security, the support, the love for friends who become family.

And as he watches Caleb open up, face his past, Molly tries to repress his own past and what it digs up. But the fact of the matter is that the Nein support each other and Caleb returns Molly's support with some of his own; maybe sometimes it's a bit backhanded or cold sounding, as Caleb sometimes states things matter-of-factly, but it's always what Molly needs to hear.

(It's not what he wants to hear. He'll pout and grumble and mope but he knows in the back of his head that Caleb's right.)

But the best part of it is that at the end, when they've both faced everything they'd been avoiding, they come out of it stronger, with better bonds to each other, to the Nein. And that's where they really start. Two healthier people leaning on each other after going through terrible, horrible things together.

[kermit-coded]

ok so i'm once again appealing to tumblr to help me find a critical role fic! it's a canon divergent one where the mighty nein find and subsequently break caleb out of the asylum and i think it's eventual widomauk as well!

[contagious-addiction]

The Adventures of Mollycock Pealeaf and Co. Pt 1

Beaten, bloody, and furious, Beau brought her staff down with a resounding crack atop the remaining magic user’s head. They crumpled into a pathetic heap at her feet as she struck them one more time for good measure, just to vent her anger at being surprised - once again - by an ambush in the middle of the night. It was something she was really starting to get tired of.

Nott was heavily wounded, two large gashes in her sides but still managing to carry herself closer to the rest of the group with her crossbow still notched.

“Yasha? Fjord? Jester?” Beau called over her shoulder after giving Nott a nod, scanning the area for the heads of her companions she’d lost track of in the fray.

The snow obscured their forms over the dip of the hill, but the sound of Fjord’s “We’re alright” Yasha’s “I am fine.” and Jester’s “Right as rain!” seemed to show that they weren't in any harm.

“I think we have, ah… A problem, Beauregard.” Caleb spoke hesitantly from his place on the ground, cloak obscuring what she could only assume was Molly. Beau shifted, her brows pulling together as she frowned, suddenly worried.

“Hah?”

Caleb scratched the back of his head with a strange expression on his face. He looked puzzled but almost... Asmused.

“Mollymauk.” His mouth twitched and he cleared his throat, hiding his grin with the back of his head. “He is a... Bird. For now.”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

Nott stopped her scavenging of the bodies of the sorcerers around them and watched Caleb stand aside to reveal in all his glory, a lavender peacock with horns and jewelry to match.

Fjord, Yasha, and Jester crested the edge of the snow covered hill just in time to watch Beauregard dopple over in a fit of laughter while Nott brought her silver flask to her lips, drinking deeply in response.

“Why is it always Molly shit happens to.” Beaureguard howled, bent over and clutching her sides in pain and histarea.

The peacock - polymorphed Mollymauk, as Caleb said between his own smirk - seemed to take offence in Beau’s laughter, his feathers lifting as he made a god awful trill of a noise and displayed his wings aggressively at Beau, flapping them and kicking the air in her direction. Snow followed his movements and he sunk lower into the powder before shaking his feathers again and jerking his head to look at the figure of Caleb beside him as if to plead for his defense. He was given no assistance from Caleb, who only lifted and eyebrow and shrugged.

Beau flinched at Molly’s display and brought up her staff, holding it between herself and Mollymauk

“I fuckin’ hate birds.” Beau grouched, glaring at Mollymauk before looking up at Caleb who had contained his previous laughter and was now watching Mollymauk with interest.

“Can’t Jester turn him back with one of her restoration spells?” Nott asked as the rest of the Mighty Nein caught up and took in the sight of Molly.

“Mollymauk will be fine,” Caleb assured them as Jester gasped excitedly, eyeing the new visage of Mollymauk as if he were a cute puppy instead of the distressed form of a polymorphed Mollymauk. “This spell will wear off in an hour or two at most. For now we, ah. Have to keep him from running away or hurting himself. Which should be easy enough.”

“Molly you are so cute.” Jester cooed, rushing up to kneel beside him. Molly blinked at her and tilted his head, fluffing his feathers and raising his tail feathers slightly which were oddly maroon, similar to his coat both in color as well as spotted with the vague symbols of his coat. “I don’t think you’d very warm with your little bird legs in the snow so let me carry you.”

Reaching out for him was a mistake on Jester’s part. Mollymauk raised his legs and wings, pushing off her offered arms in a desperate attempt to distance himself from her embrace.

“Ouch-” Jester rubbed her inner arm where Molly scratched her, pouting as Mollymauk flared his wings and quickly retreated and flead down the snowy hill.

“Shit he’s runnin’-!” Fjord cursed.

“Yasha, grab him!” Beau shouted.

“Oh. Ah. Okay.”

Bending down, Yasha beconed Mollymauk from her place a bit farther down the hill. Molly slowed, but lowered his head and tried to dart past Yasha after a moment of hesitation. It was all over for him in that moment as her hands caught him in a vice grip around both wings in a way that held him secure as well as kept him pinned to the snowy ground. He made a call of distress and eyed Yasha with betrayal in his eyes.

“Got him.” She called as the rest of the group followed suit.

“Mollymauk.” Caleb knelt and Molly’s wide red eyes snapped to attention, training themselves on the wizard warily. “I’m going to cover your head with my jacket. You will feel safer then but you must trust us.”

Molly’s eyes narrowed and his neck bobbed as he took in the sight of his friends.

“Ja, that is good.” Caleb soothed before slipping his battered coat off his shoulders and throwing it over Yasha’s hands.

“Should I-”

“Mm. You can let go Yasha, I’ve got him. Danke.”

With quick hands Yasha released Mollymauk and Caleb replaced her hands with his own, folding the coat around Mollymauk snugly but enough to allow him room to shift if he was uncomfortable.

“There.” Caleb huffed, his breath sending plumes of steam into the air.

“Jeez, you would think he would have been fine with me picking him up…” Jester frowned as she stood beside Caleb. “I can take him now if he’s too heavy for you Caleb.” She offered.

“No, it is fine.” He assured her, shaking his head once before adjusting his grip and holding Mollymauk a bit closer to his chest. He could hear him make a soft crooning trill, which was still loud compared to the volume of the group around him, but not nearly as loud as the near screech he’d sent Beauregard’s way before.

“Yes yes, you are fine now, Circus Man.” Caleb reminded Mollymauk before looking to the rest.

Jester was already tending to the rest of the crew, patching them up with healing words and first aid where it was needed. Luckily Caleb was barely touched, thanks to Mollymauk’s quick reflexes and successful blood maladict. He just was hit in Caleb’s sted with one of the caster’s last ditch spells.

“You make a very good bird Mr. Mollymauk. Very showy.” Caleb said with a grin as he trudged his way back to their cart through the snow. They got a new cart weeks ago after they rescued their friends and Molly had… Well. Caleb tried very hard not to dwell on what transpired then aside the fact they needed to be more careful with the people they make enemies with in the future.

He could hear Molly hiss under his coat and Caleb chuckled softly, carefully adjusting his grip on Mollymauk so his tail feathers weren’t bent awkwardly against his arm.

“I am sorry,” he admitted “I did not think the caster would turn you into - ah - eh. A peacock. Like that. But you will return to normal soon.”

He reached the horses and cart soon enough, climbing into the canvases back of it with Mollymauk as the rest of the party got to their own horses - three of which they’d purchased recently due to the death of their other two horses and release of Loaf after the kidnapping situation.

Settling against a sack of grain they kept for the horses, Caleb settled Mollymauk in front of him and lifted his coat hesitantly.

Molly raised his head with a jerk, glancing around the wagon before seeming to relax.

Satisfied that Mollymauk wouldn’t run off immediately, Caleb sniffed and pulled his coat back over his shoulders since the biting cold was starting to numb his hands, wrapped as they were.

Mollymauk snapped his beak twice, catching Caleb’s attention as he crawled into his lap.

“Ah- wait, Mollymau-“ Caleb protested with his arms up, but it was no use. Molly worked his way into Caleb’s lap, feathers fluffed and tail splayed out behind him in a maroon waterfall of feathers as he made himself comfortable in the crook of his cold legs.

“Okay.” He sighed, resigning himself to a lap full of bird that reminded him strangely of Frumpkin weight wise. Molly adjusted his wings and flared them ever so slightly, and Caleb hesitated for a moment before letting his cold fingers press into the inviting peaks of Molly’s feathers.

He was warm. Not that Caleb thought he would be anything different, but it was still a drastic difference from the ice of his finger tips that his skin felt raw and ached.

Mollymauk barely reacted, just stared outside the wagon as the rest of the Nein saddled their horses and talked amongst themselves. He did however, make an awful crooning call sound that made Caleb jolt and Molly shift in his lap. By the sound of it Mollymauk had caused Beau to fall off her horse, her indignant “Fuck You Molly!” following soon after.

“You stop that.”

Mollymauk turned his attention to Caleb now and if a peacock could look smug, Mollymauk was in fact wearing a shit eating grin. As if to say “now why would I do that”.

With a shake of his head and a gentle brush of his fingers through Mollymauk’s feathers, he turned his attention away from his feathered friend and out the back of the cart as Yasha poised her horse just behind the wagon. Most likely to guard their backs, but mostly to keep an eye on Mollymauk in case he tried any other daring escapes while he was transformed.

“Ready back there Caleb?” Nott’s voice called from the front of the wagon - she must be driving the horses today.

“Ja. We are settled.”

“Let’s move out then.” Fjord called from ahead somewhere.

“Yeah I’m sick of sleeping in the cold,” Jester replied with a sigh “Next town we stop at we’re staying at the nicest, warmest hotel okay?”

“I’m alright with that.” Yasha replied.

“Eh. I mean. We could save up our coin for, I don’t know, diamonds worth 300 gold a piece or something instead.” Nott stressed.

“Now that is a stupid idea.” Jester pouted, and Caleb shook his head with a fond grin. He didn’t have to see her to know she was springboarding off of Nott’s criticism and would make sure they had what they needed by the time they reached any type of situation close to death again.

The cart lurched forward at the snap of Nott’s wrist, and Caleb grasped Mollymauk a bit firmer who slipped in his grasp with a displeased hiss.

“Sorry.” Caleb apologized as Mollymauk settled himself again in the tangle of his legs.

[rockshitty]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Characters: Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Beauregard Lionett, Jester Lavorre, Essek Thelyss, Trent Ikithon, Ludinus Da'leth Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Murder, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Abusive Relationships, dead dove do not eat, Look guys, there's a lot going on here, More tags to be added, Modern AU, Human Au mostly, widomauk, Shadowgast Summary:

Caleb died. That's something he has to come to terms with. He died and went to hell, and now he's back with a job to do and a demon gently reminding him to do it. If he knew what the job was, it might be a little easier, but apparently he's just going to have to have faith.

[spoiler1001]

Mollymauk slept soundly as Caleb curled up around him. Molly was breathing heavily but evenly. Caleb pulled away slightly, to really look at him. It was hours after the attack from Trent.

Caleb stood up, gently running his fingers along Molly's jaw. He had to see to something. He would be right back.

Caleb watched Molly for a second and simply walked out the door of their shared room.

"Are you picking a fight?" A deep voice boomed. Caleb froze and sighed.

"Caduceus."

"That is what I am called. Now, are you going to pick a fight?" Caduceus sat in the bar in the tavern with a full glass of something.

"I'm going to have a conversation with an old friend." Caleb said, with an edge to his voice.

"And that talk with your friend will end with one dead body to deal with after Molly almost-" Caduceus whispered. "I'm going with you."

"It'll be boring."

"But no one will start a fuss." Caduceus said, walking out with him.

Caleb led Caduceus to a house surrounded by fields and other houses. Caleb knocked on the door and sighed. A woman covered in scars and burns opened the door.

"Bren, you're looking well." The woman smiled.

"Astrid. Why is our teacher going after people who are fighting to stop the war?" Caleb said curtly.

"We protect our own."

"Bullshit."

"He threatened Trent!" Astrid looked up at Caleb. "We have loyalty, just like your group."

"Still. That's my group. He wants to protect the family." Caleb whispered. "Like we used to be like."

"We can go back to that."

Caduceus chose now to speak up. "Honestly, no. Too much has happened, and you have no problem attacking people with who aren't expecting it."

"Protecting my teacher." She answered back.

"And I'm protecting my friends." Caleb responded.

"Just keep them from going after us." She said, and slammed the door.

"That would have been a fight." Caduceus whispered as the two made their way to the inn.

"Yes. I am glad you were there." Caleb wrapped his arms around himself.

"I didn't do much."

"You kept my head on straight."

Silence fell between the two of them.

The inn was quiet as they went inside.

Mollymauk was sitting a booth with a glass half empty. Frumpkin was on his shoulders. Caduceus walked up the stairs, with Caleb frozen in place, watching Molly with wide eyes.

"You should be asleep." Caleb whispered. Before he realised, he was cupping Molly's cheeks and looked him over. His wounds were healing, but he was cold.

"You left." Molly looked up at him.

"I needed to talk with someone." Caleb replied, not moving his hands, feeling Molly's pulse.

"Is that all?"

Caleb pulled Molly into a hug. "I was protecting someone who showed me kindness from someone who taught me unspeakable cruelties."

"And Caduceus-"

"Protecting me from my bad decisions." Caleb grabbed Molly's drink. "Now lets go get some sleep because I can't be awake right now."

"Sleep sounds amazing right now."

[dent-de-leon]

You’re hyper activating my Widomauk cell again (Despite me forever sighing SO LOVEY DOVEY about them all the damn time) and I want to ask you an IDEA I have because I love the idea of older people finally getting to be with that one person that was always on their radar romantically.

Since SPOILER ALERT….

Caleb is single since him and Essek broke up after getting together later on down the road (mutually and on good terms!) because Essek doesn’t age at all the same rate humans do and it sounds like an issue that probably occurred when Caleb was starting to show AGE and Essek looks the same. And therefore became friends once more and King is riding the tides being a (Potential pirate king? C3 reveal the tief secrets. OR DO A SEQUEL ONE SHOT PLEASE-).

But imagine Caleb in his early 40s, being a well known professor and wizard, hero, adventurer, voice a tad bit more deeper and with some grays/whites growing along the beard and near his temples and having crows feet. A good and kind, patient and silly but stern professor. The kind to encourage his students to be outrageous in class but making sure no harmful lines are crossed.

Kingsley, having a neat streak of white hair (To match his charm’s white hair) (Totally not a near death experience nope, whistling a little too forcefully), crows feat and smile lines, one of the well known/rumored pirate captains of the sea known to discover many hidden treasures and come across islands, magic of all kinds within or above the sea, looting but giving said loot out to those who deserve it, known to be affiliated with the mighty nein and other particular events.

And Caleb and Kingsley seeing each other, in a far off region at some port somewhere and smiling at one another and approaching each other. “Hello Magician” “Hello Circus man. What are you doing all the way over here in Marquet?” “Why, Mister Caleb I could ask you the same thing.” Then BOOM SLOW BURN FRIENDS TO LOVERS with “Let’s get ADVENTURING” while Caleb is praying to whatever god to give his knees strength for it all.

Like THAT?

YEAH….it’s been HAUNTING ME

Hi! Oh I’m always going to have a soft spot for widomauk, and it always makes me happy to hear that other people aren’t over them either. They really are disasters and I love watching them dance around their feelings for each other.

I just want to say first that I know the possibility of Essek and Caleb not staying together is upsetting for a lot of people, so it's not something I really dwell on. Even if they do end up growing apart, I imagine that their relationship in a few decades is pretty similar to the way things are now. I honestly don't think much between them will change.

Also, I just really like that Caleb is polyamorous, so I personally think of King Molly being with him post campaign and shadowgast as not being mutually exclusive. Essek is more withdrawn and carefully guarded with his heart (similar to Caleb), whereas Molly is warm, tactile, and gives his affection so freely--so I think the two of them could have a very interesting dynamic, especially given that they both have feelings for Caleb. They could probably learn a lot from each other.

But yes I just love the thought of King Molly and Caleb building a life with each other eventually! And there’s just something so sweet about the thought that, no matter how much time has passed, they’d still be just as excited about running into each other again and act like nothing’s changed. The way King and Caleb parted leaves me with the impression that they’ll always be able to fall right back into step with each other. 

I can see King playfully teasing Caleb about his age, but also making it clear that he thinks he’s still just as handsome. Loving every laugh line and the way Caleb is no longer bone thin with dirt streaked across his face--all the little signs that his Magician is healthier and happier; that he’s learned to be kinder to himself. 

And Caleb is definitely a professor that everyone adores. His eyes light up when he’s teaching a new spell, and he just cares so much about his students. King thinks it’s really sweet that Caleb’s good with kids and tells him he’d make a good parent. 

King Molly getting white hair from stress and trying to act maybe a little happier than he is...that’s how I imagine him too later on, once his memories start coming back. Especially if those nightmares about the battle in Cognouza and Tharizdun’s chains continue through the years. Taliesin said King threw himself into a life of piracy as an escape from those chains, so I think a part of him is still a bit restless and haunted, yearning for a way to just leave all his pain behind. Taking to the sea because it feels like freedom. The kind of thing Caleb would see right through. 

They both have such tragic pasts. And while Caleb is healing, I think King is someone who always ran away, who never even let himself process his trauma. But Caleb knows all about nightmares and scars and stolen memories; the clawing pain of feeling empty. I can see him wanting to be there to comfort King Molly, to let him know he’s not alone and he deserves this new chance at life. 

The thought of Kingsley whisking Caleb away for another adventure is just so sweet--and Caleb might protest at first, but he’s missed the Mighty Nein’s exploits for so long, he’s absolutely dying to go. Maybe they even rope some of the others into coming along (would Essek do well as a pirate??). It’s as fun as it is a disaster, and King absolutely keeps asking Caleb to stay. The two of them can just run away and forget all their troubles at sea.

I can see Essek and Kingsley both being people that maybe Caleb isn’t with all the time, that they’re often apart because of various circumstances and different paths in life--but whenever they’re with him, they always make the most of it. And when they go, a part of his heart stays with them. 

But yeah, my very self indulgent dream is Caleb eventually being in a relationship with Kingsley as well as Essek post campaign. When he sails back to the empire--after he’s ready to read Beau’s journal and see all of the Nein again--I think there will still be something between him and Caleb. And maybe it’s coming back from the dead again, or just wanting to make sure he never has a single regret, but I can see him just kissing Caleb one day and asking him to stay. 

[midnighter13]

Yasha has to leave sometimes, following the Stormlord's call away from the buzz of modern Zadash. But the important thing is she always comes home, and Molly is always there for her.

aka the first in a series about platonic soulmates making their way together in a modern Wildemount universe. 

[captainkingsley]

I heard something about a modern Widomauk au fic

yes hello I have a modern widomauk fic I'm writing

I call it my catfish fic because the premise of it is that Caleb gets wrangled into using a dating app by Jester, and he begrudgingly uses it "for a few days, just to make her happy" and he figures he'll just find like, someone to talk to platonically

except he comes across the profile of Mollymauk Tealeaf. And Molly in this is a well known celebrity, he's a performer, a singer, and Caleb thinks oh this is 100% a scam. It'll be funny if I mess with this guy, Jester will appreciate the joke

Except it is Molly. But Caleb isn't convinced. He's just going along with the idea that this guy is faking being a celebrity to scam people or get attention or something, all the photos he's using are off of Molly's Instagram, kind of clever but whatever, he's not real

(except Caleb starts to really appreciate their conversations and holds off on calling out his scam because he's fun to talk to, and he's funny, and he'll reveal that he knows eventually but not yet because they're getting along really well and Caleb doesn't want to ruin it)

And then beyond that, y'know, the aftermath of the reveal and the relationship that happens beyond that and how Caleb deals with dating a very famous tiefling, along with how Caleb's past affects Molly's career

[midnigtartist]

Just a tiny little widomauk thing

[bottleshark]

Time for that later.