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Fields of Mistria launches into 1.0 on August 5, 2026! ✨
The full release includes:
💍 Marriage
🍼 Children
🌻 New Saturday Market NPCs
✨ And more!
More reveals are on the way, so stay tuned! 🌱
See the 1.0 Roadmap here!
how connected are the hanks? bc i know you can ask if they're a hive mind but i forget what they say 😭 what i don't forget is how if you pick a certain option while talking to them once (forget which time) they all... shout out their dick placement in unison??? and it's the same???? is this discussed? is it pure chance? i have so many questions
a/n: reader n caleb are childhood best friends in this rather than the lore accurate living/growing up together bc to be totally honest i dont pay enough attention to the lore to do it justice ;-; oh and reader is black :D
Growing up, Caleb was perpetually in awe of the versatility of your hair. He'd seen you with puffs, twists, braids... and yet he never got used to how gorgeous you looked each time. He loved telling you as much, seeing how you lit up with every compliment. Especially since he'd seen the utter chaos that was the process of you getting your hair done.
Screaming, crying, squirming... Whether it was at the salon or by your mom, from the moment hands first touched your hair to the very end, it was pure havoc. Hearing you cry and seeing you so upset was always tough for Caleb, who would sit nearby the whole time hoping to provide some support. Eventually, he got the idea that if he could just learn to do your hair himself, maybe he could make it less insufferable for you.
So began his learning phase. Caleb started watching YouTube videos, researching, even hovering over your mom's shoulder as she did your hair (at least until she'd tell him he was crowding her and shoo him away). Once he felt ready to try it, and after a bit of begging your mom, he sat you down and nervously began. The idea was to just detangle, blow dry, and brush it up into a puff. Simple... At least it was supposed to be.
He wasn't sure how he thought things would be so different, maybe getting used to being able to help and protect you since he was a bit older had gotten to his head. However, soon after starting on your hair, he got a reality check.
He'd barely began and Caleb was already panicking, trying to keep a hold on your head as you kept dodging the blow dryer. No matter how much he tried to bargain with you, offering snacks or straight up begging "Pipsqueak, c'mon... Stay still just a bit longer?" Every minute was a struggle, and when you started crying... It broke his heart too much to continue, even if it'd mean he had to explain to your mom later why you looked like one of those troll dolls.
Years later, a combination of Caleb learning and doing your hair more and you growing more agreeable over the years led to him practically being your personal hairdresser in adulthood. Though being older did mean having you sat between his legs as he helped take out your braids was much more nerve-wracking and distracting...
Not even half an hour in, you drop your arms with a tired sigh. "Caleb, I'm tired..." He chuckles and shakes his head, like he completely expected this. Your petulant behavior had never disappeared, just changed. "Y'know, Pipsqueak... Doing your hair over the years has really made you spoiled." You just look back at him, pouting and giving your best sad eyes. "But Calebbb, you do it so much better, Pretty please?" He feels his ears burning from you looking at him that way, so he gently turns your head back to facing forward. "Ugh, fine... You're lucky you're my Pipsqueak." Suddenly you can't stop smiling, especially when you nudge his thigh playfully and swear you hear his breath hitch. Some things never change.