𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑯 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑻 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑵 . . . / caleb widogast from critical role’s campaign 2: the mighty nein, written by jackie, 21+ ©
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𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑯 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑻 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑵 . . . / caleb widogast from critical role’s campaign 2: the mighty nein, written by jackie, 21+ ©
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]
* 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.
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{ 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) }
* @chaoshe .
* 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. ”
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* @erzmagier .
* 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.
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* 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.
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.
* 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 . . . ”
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.
* 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?
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
* @luxoned .
* 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. ”
* 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.