Come one, come all! Welcome to the AppleFishie's Cafè - Where the floor may be slippery because of a certain fish, but the Colonel will keep you entertained.
18+, Custom coded bots for Caleb and Rafayel that you can interact with. Fishy Server tag
Come one, come all! Welcome to the AppleFishie's Cafè - Where the floor may be slippery because of a certain fish, but the Colonel will keep you entertained.
18+, Custom coded bots for Caleb and Rafayel that you can interact with. Fishy Server tag
Come one, come all! Welcome to the AppleFishie's Cafè - Where the floor may be slippery because of a certain fish, but the Colonel will keep you entertained.
18+, Custom coded bots for Caleb and Rafayel that you can interact with. Fishy Server tag
I didn't have a single warning on my account, but as I was sleeping someone noticed they couldn't find my account and messaged the server about it. When I opened Instagram, I found out my account was suspended. Completely out of nowhere, without a single warning beforehand.
I'm genuinely so scared and upset. Instagram is my main social media and it's where it all started, I've archived my whole art journey from 2019 to this day on that app. Everything is there. I really, really hope everything turns out alright and I get it back.
I sent an appeal and they say it typically takes one day to review it, if my account is fine they'll bring it back but if it goes against their guidelines it'll be permanently deleted. I'm scared.
If anyone has had this happen to them or someone they know and knows how to resolve it and get their account back unharmed, please send me a message here or or any of my other social media.
Those who currently have commissions under work from me, also contact me here if you need to! I had a couple commissions I was also waiting on from a couple artists on Instagram so I have to contact them with another account of mine I guess....man. Happy Valentine's day Instagram.
Summary: exploring what love really means with Caleb
Pairing: Caleb x MC
Warnings: Fluffy <3
WC: 518
Calebs' Adjutant: @hiqhkey, @mikasaredscarf1 (tag list sign up at the end).
Notes: This is one of two pieces I wrote for a Zine! You can find the information HERE. I was really honoured to be picked to write for this group, and everyone was very talented so be sure to check it out! <3
Caleb had once believed that love was identical to what he saw on the television. The fast
passed, heart racing feeling that he sees the main protagonist live in every romance
program that Josephine used to watch - when the male love interest would grab the female's
waist, kiss her till she was gasping, hold her until it was only those two who existed.
That's what Caleb Xia believed love was, and for the longest time that's what he waited to
experience.
But it never happened, he never got the butterflies that other boys in his grade spoke about.
He never wanted to kiss the other girls, he didn't even want to look at them most of the time.
To him they were just annoying, they wanted his attention and he didn’t want to give it to
them.
On the other hand, she was different. Yes she sought out his attention, but it wasn’t like the
other girls, he wasn’t angry when she appeared. She didn’t make him recoil or want to run
away. No, she made him feel protective, and at times, her being around made him feel safe.
She was trouble, but trouble in a way that made him laugh instead of sigh – her jokes were
actually funny, not half assed pranks that anyone could pull off.
Caleb Xia didn’t realise this was love until she wasn’t around anymore.
The first night in Skyhaven, alone and not surrounded by scientists, reaching for a necklace
that he didn’t own anymore, he realised how deeply in love he was. How she made him feel
whole, gave him a purpose. How her laughter rang out in every dream he had, how her voice healed even the worst of headaches.
How he missed her touch, her care, her cooking. He missed the scent of her on his clothes
and pillows. He hated seeing all his hoodies in the drawers, hated that he never had missing
socks anymore.
He hated missing the small things he didn’t realise he came to enjoy – the way she tripped
over her own feet when getting a glass of water, or her insistence on doing skincare
together. He missed walking into her asleep on the couch, curled in on herself.
Caleb missed the love he felt; he missed it more than he could ever explain. The fleet kept
him busy most days, kept his mind occupied, and away from the ache in his heart that he
couldn’t replace.
Oh, how he wished as a young boy he had realised that love wasn’t what he saw on TV, that
it wasn’t fast paced, that it wasn’t a big spectacle. He wished he knew that love was quiet,
secure, that love didn’t have to be fireworks and surprises; sometimes it was just when you felt safe around someone.
Caleb wished he could tell his younger self that, he wished he could have told her everything
when they were children. He knew he couldn’t go back in time; however, when he saw her
back trying to run from the fleet, he knew he could change the present.
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yeah so xavier's my favorite so this may be a bit long and self indulgent...
18+! minors dni! it gets a lil spicy! i am not responsible for what you consume!
professor sylus | professor zayne | professor caleb | professor rafayel
acc. masterlist
also, i kind of want to turn these into more formal one shots or do a part two for them! let me know if you want to see that!
professor xavier . . . who quietly sits in the classroom with his nose buried in a book at one of the classroom's desks waiting for students to start coming in
professor xavier . . . who looks up as soon as you walk through the door, all flustered and head wrapped with a scarf asking if this is ENG 354
professor xavier . . . who smiles and nods, asking if you had a hard time out in the snow
professor xavier . . . who laughs with you as you settle into one of the chairs beside him while you complain about slow walkers on campus and people who walk in the middle of the sidewalk
professor xavier . . . who tilts his head to the side when you if the rumors about him being a tyrant professor are true
professor xavier . . . who loves the look of sheer horror on your face when he stands up from his desk and introduces himself to the now full class as the professor
professor xavier . . . who purposefully starts with you for class introductions, making note of your favorite book (something he hasn't read yet)
professor xavier . . . who loves the way you avoid looking at him as he walks through the syllabus, offering the rest of the day off since he wishes to dispel any rumors of him being a "tyrant"
professor xavier . . . who lingers in the hallway as you gather the courage to apologize to him about the rumor
professor xavier . . . who immediately says its okay and that he can't wait to pick up a copy of your favorite book but is surprised when you reach into your bag and pull it out, offering yours as a loaner
professor xavier . . . who takes care of the book as if it were a first edition, slowly thumbing through the pages while he reads your own annotations
professor xavier . . . who patiently waits for his class with you so he can gift you a book from his own collection (one that he spent hours picking)
professor xavier . . . whose heart flutters when you walk into his office during office hours, the scent of your perfume intoxicating him
professor xavier . . . who enjoys the way you prefer physical copies over digital, the way you tuck your hair behind you ear, the way you blush when he compliments your outfit
professor xavier . . . who asks you about your weekend plans, wondering if you're going to go to the extra credit opportunity on campus that was on the syllabus
professor xavier . . . who gets excited when you say yes, that you already picked out an outfit for the event and that you're excited to listen to poetry
professor xavier . . . whose eyes widen when your touch lingers on his arm, the wink you give him when when you tell him that you'll see him soon
professor xavier . . . whose eyes linger on the curve of your ass when you exit his office, the man having to think about his good friend jeremiah to get the ache in his pants to go away
professor xavier . . . who shows up early to the poetry reading just to see you there laughing with one of the professors who are running the event
professor xavier . . . who stares at your studious yet sexy outfit, jealous at the fact that another professor saw it first before him
professor xavier . . . who immediately takes his place at your side and interjects on the conversation, claiming that you're his new star pupil and that he needs to go find his own
professor xavier . . . who offers you the chair next to his in one of the darker corners of the cafe, your knees brushing together
professor xavier . . . who drapes his arm across the back of your chair, feeling the way you lean into him under the guise of wanting to be more comfortable
professor xavier . . . who allows you to rest your hand on his thigh, feeling it slowly inch up before it rests on his cock
professor xavier . . . who closes his eyes during the atrocious student poetry, focusing on the way you palm him through his pants
professor xavier . . . who takes your hand and drags you out of the cafe, unable to contain himself as he pulls you down the secluded alley, pushing you up against the wall and kissing you like his life depends on it
professor xavier . . . who hikes your skirt up, fingers finding your soaked panties and sensitive bud
professor xavier . . . who swallows every moan and whimper you give him, the man biting down on your neck while reminding you to be a good girl and be quiet so you don't get caught
professor xavier . . . whose brain is fried when he tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you to his office that's just a few buildings away
professor xavier . . . who locks his door and bends you over his desk before fucking you senseless, leaving you a blabbering mess
professor xavier . . . who loves it when you stroll into his office hours the following week, asking for help with symbolism in the latest chapter
professor xavier . . . who places you on his lap, the book in one hand while the other slowly pumps its fingers in and out of you
professor xavier . . . who makes you answer his questions despite you squirming on his lap, rolling your hips into his hand, begging for more
professor xavier . . . who says that you're allowed to cum when you can explain to him why you think the author put the plot in such a confined space
professor xavier . . . who licks his fingers as you tremble on his lap, quietly moving you onto his desk as he gets down on his knees
professor xavier . . . who chuckles when you ask what he's doing, your legs now resting on his shoulders
professor xavier . . . who drags his tongue up your entrance once, looking you dead in the eye when he says that you're going to go over character motivations for extra credit next with a smirk on his face
professor xavier . . . who sends you on your way with trembling legs, a pussy full of his cum, and marks all over your body
professor xavier . . . who loves seeing your email asking for extra help, knowing that you're just as addicted to him as he is with you
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