* c. widogast .

BRIGHT ;  THEY CALLED HIM BRIGHT .

[hellesfeuer]

         𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻,   𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑯   𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑻   𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑵   .   .   .          /            caleb   widogast   from   critical   role’s   campaign   2:   the   mighty   nein,      written   by   jackie,      21+      © 

[artandmartini]

Caleb and the Frumpkin plushie💕

[ID: Digital drawings of Caleb Widogast from Critical Role. In the first image, he is holding up a plushie of Frumpkin the cat and staring at it blankly. The second image is the same but Caleb is blushing a bit and there's a heart above Frumpkin. END ID]

[hellesfeuer-a]

*      FRACTISOULS      /      ft.   kingsley 

       It’s not that he expects a nickname. That doesn’t matter to him but he would prefer being addressed by his name and not by a little pet name given to someone of the past. Still, he does not argue and drops the conversation, not caring to focus on it any longer. Feeling that weird weight on his chest, an ache that lingers but goes ignored. “ No, we have not. We only seem to get together when there is danger present. ” Who has time to make friends when they need to kill things?

       “ But we have some time to kill right now. ” He chuckles at his own joke and then proceeds to take a seat on the floor, “ To answer your question, yeah, I prefer the sea. It’s relaxing. ” He smiles, “ Being a pirate is exciting, too. A good combination. You should join me one day, Magic Man. We can dress you up for the part. You’d look cute in a pirate hat. ” The tiefling winks at him and then finally asks, “ Anyway, what’re you reading? ”

seeing   such   a   familiar   face   so   close   is   painful   at   times.         when   kingsley   winks,   caleb   sees   mollymauk;      he   cannot   help   it.      it’s   somehow   worse   than   with   lucien   because   there   is   more   alike   between   kingsley   and   molly   than   with   lucien   and   their   old   friend.      but   .   .   .      they   are   different.      the   way   kingsley   carries   himself,   even   the   way   he   speaks      —      and   the   smile   is   certainly   different.      caleb   needs   to   focus   on   that.

“      i   am   not   a   pirate,   i   must   confess,      ”            he   replies.            “      though   .   .   .      it   would   be   a   lie   to   say   that   i   have   never   been   one   before.      ”            he   returns   the   tiefling’s   wink   with   one   of   his   own   before   returning   his   attention,   even   if   half-heartedly,   to   his   text.            “      it   is   a   treatise   on   democracy   and   the   intersections   between   magic   and   free   will.      ”            he   smirks   to   himself.            “      i   plan   to   assign   it   to   my   transmutation   students   this   fall.      ”            beau   throws   up   her   hands   when   she   hears   that,   back   in   rexxentrum.      she’ll   be   plucking   him   out   of   a   cell   again   in   no   time,   it   would   seem.

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

Arabic x Eyes

{ Unknown/ Unknown/ Unknown/ Tumblr user: @aszmxm/ Unknown (via Tumblr user: @letsbelonelytogetherr/ Ghani Khan/ Unknown/ Mahmoud Darwish/ Tumblr user: @msanonymous/ Originally by E. E. Cummings (Arabic translation- Unknown) }

[hellesfeuer-a]

*    @chaoshe​  . 

[hellesfeuer-a]

*      DELMAH      /      ft.   delmah 

 she’s   used   to   travel,   regardless   of   means.     there   are   enough   grown   ups   around   her   that   make   miles   inconsequential,   though   she   remembers   with   joy   that   trip   last   autumn   in   which   she’d   gotten   to   fly   in   a   skyship,   mama   holding   her   up   enough   to   see   the   clouds.   point   is,   she   likes   travelling,   likes   seeing   all   the   places   where   the   people   she   loves   call   home.   the   fact   that   the   cats   can’t   come   only   sours   her   mood   just   a   little   bit.

 ❝     you’ll   kiss   them   goodnight   for   me.   yes   ??     ❞         it   feels   like   a   good   offer,   a   way   to   make   sure   none   of   them   gets   lonely.   searches   for   the   promise   in   his   eyes,   on   the   borders   of   mistrustful,   before   dashing   off   to   bring   him   one   of   mama’s   potted   succulents   for   him   to   pack.         ❝     it’s   okay,   you   can   wear   a   ribbon,   like   dagger.   but   you   need   pretty   shirts,   papa,   yours   are   boring.     ❞

he   receives   the   plant   with   only   a   slight   furrow   of   his   brow.         he   tucks   a   pair   of   socks   around   the   pot,   attempting   to   do   his   best   to   limit   the   spill   and   dirt   from   infiltrating   the   rest   of   his   luggage   as   he   packs   the   succulent   as   well,   along   with   everything   else.

“      we   could   make   a   ribbon   into   a   bow   tie   for   me,      ”            he   offers,   brushing   his   hand   over   delmah’s   hair,   tucking   a   stray   strand   behind   one   of   her   pointed   ears.      he   gives   her   forehead   a   kiss.            “      i   don’t   like   leaving   them   either.      ”            he   goes   back   and   forth   on   being   away   for   so   long.            “      we   will   come   home   every   weekend,      ”            he   promises.            “      and   if   you   do   not   come   with   me,   i   will   tell   all   of   the   cats   how   much   you   miss   them   and   love   them.      ”

[random-fandom-whump]

The Resident S03E01 (✚)

[hellesfeuer-a]

*    @erzmagier  . 

[hellesfeuer-a]

*      ERZMAGIER      /      ft.   astrid 

she scrunches her nose at his teasing ,  the hand on the back of his neck rubbing in little circles in the short hairs there .  “ oh ,  please , ”  she muses in response ,  arching her back into the new touch  –  also serving the purpose of pushing her chest against him a little bit more .

her tongue darts out across her lower lip before she speaks again ,  for bren and bren alone .  she leans in ,  lips below his ear ,  barely brushing against his skin .  “ do i ever need to sell you that i’m attracted to you ,  ermendrud ?  is how wet i always am when you touch me not enough ? ”  

she   has   a   way   with   words   when   it   is   just   the   two   of   them      —      or   the   three   of   them.         bren   gives   her   ass   a   squeeze,   tugging   the   two   of   them   together   a   bit   more.            “      perhaps   if   i   could   feel   that,   i   might      —      ”

his   gaze   over   her   shoulder,   he   catches   sight   of   master   ikithon,   eyes   on   them   both,   in   a   flash.      bren   knows   what   he   is   doing   here,   but   their   master   won’t   right   away.           “      pull   back   now,      ”            he   hisses   into   her   ear   in   zemnian.            “      look   displeased   with   me   as   you   do.      ”            he   can   sell   this;      he   can   salvage   this.

[vethbrenatto]

Mighty Nein + Text Posts (III)

[hellesfeuer-a]

*      ROGUEKINDS      /      ft.   ella 

her burdens are hers to bear,  and hers alone. the things that she has experienced in her life are not ones that she wishes to bring onto other people. especially not to someone she loves as deeply as she does caleb. but she is learning to trust others, just as he had to learn as well. ella knows that there is nothing she could possibly say to him that would drive him away, but there is still a fear that resides in her just the same.

❝  i know, love.  ❞  her tone is warm, as she leans to press her lips softly against the knuckles of his hands that hold tightly onto hers. soon enough they will have a child to love and dote on, to protect and comfort, and ella would sooner die than allow that woman to come anywhere near them.  ❝  i hear her still when i sleep, or when i’m in the barn;  sometimes i think i hear her demanding me back inside. she was ashamed of me and who my mother was, and feared anyone knowing that i existed. i worry she will find us now that she knows…  ❞

he   can   feel   his   anger   rising.         he   works   to   school   his   face,   however,   knowing   that   ella   takes   any   and   every   opportunity   to   care   for   him   over   herself.      even   though   it   is   her   pain   she   speaks   of   in   this   moment,   she   will   gladly   turn   over   that   comfort   to   him      —      he   knows   this.      they   both   work   together   to   grow   and   heal   .   .   .      but   it   does   not   happen   overnight.      it   takes   time.

“      hear   me   now      —      please?      ”            he   rests   his   forehead   against   hers,   his   gaze   solemn   and   serious,   holding   her   as   close   as   he   can.            “      if   she   should   find   us      —      find   you?      it   will   not   matter.      she   has   no   power   here      —      no   power   over   you,   ja?      not   anymore   .   .   .      ”            he   cups   one   side   of   her   face.            “      you   do   not   need   my   protection      —      but   i   swear   to   you   that   i   will   most   certainly   stop   her   in   her   tracks   if   she   comes   too   near   to   you   for   your   comfort,   no   matter   what   that   takes.      ”            and   caleb   would   not   lose   a   bit   of   sleep   over   those   measures.

[danytetiart]

Celebrating some big news about #MightyNein upcoming series (not gonna lie, I cried a bit), here's some humble fanart of my fav duo, because there's never enough of them.

[hellesfeuer-a]

*      THELYSS      /      ft.   essek 

IT’S  HARD  TO  BE  THIS  CLOSE. To  feel  Caleb’s  touch,  to  see  every  twist  in  his  expression, to  hear  his  voice;  that  low,  wise,  hypnotic  voice  that  affects  him  so  powerfully.  Essek  hasn’t  heard  it  this  clearly  in  months.

His  heart  breaks,  both  for  Caleb’s  insecurities  and  his  own  despair.  Essek  doesn’t  know  how  to  counter  this  in  a  way  the  other  will  believe.  His  previous  answers  hadn’t  worked,  and  he’s  scared  of  failing  again.

“  Caleb,  I  am  not  lying  to  you,  ”     he  pleads.  The  words  feel  weak,  hopeless.     “  The  difference  in  our  lifespans  means  nothing  to  me.  I  have  seen  and  read  of  similar  partners  all  my  life.  If  you  passed  before  me,  I  would  mourn  you,  of  course.  But  I  would  never  regret  loving  you.  I  can  swear  this  under  any  spell  you  wish.  ”

caleb   is   selfish,   he   knows.         he   has   been   selfish   for   so   much   of   his   life.      he   thinks,   in   the   part   of   himself   that   manages   to   convince   the   rest   of   him   to   end   things   with   essek,   that   this   is   selfless   for   once      —      that   he   is   setting   essek   free   to   protect   him   .   .   .      but   has   it   been   to   protect   himself?

he   chokes   on   a   sob,   hearing      —      finally   hearing      —      essek’s   words.      he   covers   his   face   with   both   hands,   shoulders   hunching   up   to   his   ears.            “      this   was   so   foolish,      ”            he   says   through   the   muffling   of   his   fingers.            “      i-i      —      i   know   you   are   not   lying,   i   know   that!      i   j-just   .   .   .      ”

he   shakes   his   head,   dropping   his   hands   and   wishing   he   could   simply   rush   to   essek   and   pull   him   into   his   arms   again      —      whisper   an   incantation   and   return   them   both   to   the   weeks   and   months   and   years   they   are   happy   together,   before   this.            “      this   is   my   weakness   here,   essek.      not   yours   .   .   .      ”

[strawberrypincushion]

I am not immune to the trope of "character overextends themselves in a bout of god-like power and immediately passes out afterwards".

Bonus points if they do a superhero landing and / or crack a one liner before collapsing.

Double bonus points if right before they collapse into a puddle the last thing they see is their friends / love interest sprinting towards them at high velocity.

[hellesfeuer-a]

*      ERZMAGIER      /      ft.   astrid 

she is certain that there are things that she has not been told  –  and it makes her skin crawl .  she hates not knowing things ,  even after years of her knowledge and understanding being carefully controlled and limited .

astrid understands that her situation is bad  –  has understood that for a very long time .  but it was only after bren’s disappearance from her life  –  his retirement  –  that it had fully sunk in for her .  she had grieved for bren ,  of course she had  –  but she also grieved the loss of the simplicity of her understanding of her life .  bearing the punishments and limitations and cruelties was … easier ,  before .  but she had already been in the whirlpool for eleven years by then  –  she could not ,  cannot conceptualize clawing her way out of it .  and if she cannot drag herself out ,  she cannot drag wulf out with her  –  and she will not leave him behind underwater on his own .

she exhales slowly ,  looking over at caleb for the first time since coming out here with him .  “ wishes are not real , ”  she says ,  quietly .  it is not an indictment ,  the boil of her anger so quickly reduced to a simmer .  she is so tired  –  so very tired .

he   has   failed.         he   misses   them   both   so   much   over   the   years.      they   are   all   he   has   and   all   he   has   known   for   more   than   half   his   life   .   .   .      but   he   cannot   leave   trent   and   keep   astrid   or   eadwulf      —      that   is   made   abundantly   clear   to   him   along   with   trent’s   ultimatums.      caleb   builds   a   family   of   his   own,   which   now   includes   essek   and   yussa,   in   the   years   they   are   apart,   but   they   are   never   excised   from   his   heart      —      perhaps   he   has   been   from   theirs.

he   nods   slowly,   swallowing   down   whatever   else   might   have   rested   on   his   tongue   to   say      —      to   try   and   convince   her   to   forgive   him,   to   hear   him,   to   leave,   too.      she   looks   at   him,   and   he   looks   at   the   ground.      caleb   sits   in   the   discomfort   and   the   quiet   for   a   few   long   beats.

“      we   will   be   seeing   more   of   each   other,      ”            he   says   finally      —      quietly.            “      if   you   would   like   for   me   to   keep   my   distance,   i   will   respect   that.      ”            how   else   is   he   meant   to   respond   to   the   way   she   speaks   to   him   and   sees   him   now?

[lumiink]

since a few people asked for the essek sketches mentioned on my marion post, i tidied up my fave one! kinda tempted to finish it now but oh the detail i know i want to add is a lot and life is busy, so we shall see

[hellesfeuer-a]

*    @luxoned  . 

[hellesfeuer-a]

      *      SCRIPTEUR      /      ft.   sansa      —      “      these   past   months   have   been   a   torment.      ”

caleb   is   unsure   what   this   young   girl   expects   him   to   do   about   her   troubles.         he   has   magic,   yes,   and   it   seems   that   such   powers   are   rarities   in   this   land.      his   king   knows   this      —      half   the   reason   he   brings   his   court   mage   along,   caleb   expects,   is   to   show   off   what   westeros   does   not   have.      he   orders   a   demonstration   for   this   boy-king,   and   caleb   delivers   a   roaring,   fiery   illusion   of   a   lion      —      planned   beforehand,   of   course,   for   house   lannisters’   sigil.      king   joffrey’s   reactions   are   mixed,   to   caleb’s   eye,   but   his   king   only   reads   success   and   envy   therein.

he   remembers   @scripteur​​   from   the   throne   room      —      small,   pale,   and   auburn-haired.      she   is   a   pretty   dove   .   .   .      and   she   is   frightened.      and   he   may   be   a   mage,   but   caleb   is   of   no   use   to   her.

“      my   lady   .   .   .      i   know   little   of   this   place.      this   is   not   my   home      —      and   it   is   late.      perhaps   you   should   be   in   bed.      ”

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

[hellesfeuer-a]

      *      LAV0RRE      /      ft.   jester      —      [   CAUGHT   ]      for   one   muse   to   walk   in   on   the   other   singing   /   dancing

jester   and   nott   are   rooming   together   at   this   inn.         it   is   nott   he   looks   to   find;      nott   he   expects   to   be   in   the   bedroom   when   he   walks   past   and   notices   the   door   is   ajar.      with   his   nose   in   his   spellbook,   caleb   does   not   notice   @lav0rre​​   twirling   and   humming   to   herself   around   the   room   until   he   has   already   opened   the   door   the   rest   of   the   way.

when   their   eyes   meet,   his   cheeks   go   beet-red.      his   gaze   drops   to   the   floor      —      and   his   spellbook   tumbles   out   of   his   hands   as   well.      he   mumbles   in   zemnian   under   his   breath,   too   embarrassed   to   pick   through   the   muddled   common   in   his   frazzled   brain   right   away,   as   he   stoops   to   collect   his   things.            “      sorry,   sorry,      ”            he   finally   manages,   trying   to   get   out   of   here   as   soon   as   possible.