hey, i’ve finally made a commission sheet! (it was about time.) here are my official rules with examples and hopefully a mini terms-of-service that makes sense! please feel free to ask/DM me any questions if you’re unsure if your commission will be accepted or not ^^ i will most likely send the finalized commission through email/discord since insta seems to lower quality, lol.
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a/n: oh colonel kaboom, how i miss you. this may be self reflection bc of the amount of caleb merch i have myself, ahaha… a die-hard fan can be a dangerous one to the lengths they’ll go to for their faves! (and of course, bring back valko!)
imagine if Caleb ended up in our world, but the only catch was—
…he didn’t remember who he was.
he could still do everything he could from muscle memory and acted the same, sure. still the same sunshine golden boy that was somehow good at everything.
you knew from the second you saw him that it was him, despite it making zero sense (he was a video game character, for crying out loud). double-checking that this wasn’t some prank with a really good coser that your friends put you up to, or something. but the problem didn’t lie only in the fact that Caleb fucking Xia was in your house.
it was also that you had to suddenly pretend like you didn’t have an entire damn shrine dedicated to his character, your bias since preregistration.
you had to act like the familiarly handsome man plastered everywhere in your house (laptop stickers, keychains, clothes—was that a dakimakura cover—?) was just some guy that looked really. really similar to Caleb, explaining with warm cheeks that he was just your type, is all. don’t make it weird, it’s just pure coincidence!
but you still yapped about the game to him. told him about this otome that you’ve been following since the beta trailers—when there were only three love interests in the beginning, and the planned gameplay was extremely different. it was a big part of your life, after all.
it was endearing, seeing you so passionate about some fictional mobile game that had progressive views that could pave the way for a healthier mindset towards the lifestyle of women in real life. like wow, a period tracker in-game, and the main character you customized and inserted yourself as was a badass fighter that could hold her own? he was sort of a gamer himself, but this was a fresh change of pace he wanted to indulge in, and maybe relish in the sight of your excitement, too.
…well, he couldn’t help but pause and let his gaze linger on the way your face brightened from talking about the earlier stages of the game’s development. when you used to have your original bias from the three before your current favorite one that was everywhere, having not believed he would be a genuine love interest until the release announcement had dropped.
he couldn’t have you fawning over some guy that was different to your main, now could he?
i mean, come on. the ash-blond boy-next-door, the doctor/patient trope, and a whole ass mermaid? your guy has the childhood friend thing down already (in different localization, that is, but semantics), and it seems like he’s had a longer bond with the main character in this timeline compared to the rest! doesn’t his sick-ass bionic arm make up for the fantasy aspects of you technically dating a sea god and a dragon?? he supposes he can give a pass to the doctor, though, as he was more drawn to him from the first three…
but tell him more about this… Mahiru, guy. even though it still wasn’t him, at least he had more of a chance when your favorite was oddly similar to himself.
(you couldn’t let him find out that you scrambled to think of a name to refer to in-game Caleb, it would be far too coincidental calling them both the same name. and so you settled for the Japanese server’s name for him: Mahiru.)
Caleb starts getting weird dreams about a girl. blurry, but… maybe that’s why he’s so endeared to you. was he just projecting this unknown girl in his head onto you? your appearances looked similar, but your mannerisms were different... he thinks? maybe it was just that he was reminded of it when you’d complain about the game’s lack of consistency for MC over time, with less of her lines being voiced, and wanting to get more of her personality in how she interacted with the guys despite being a self-insert. you’d say how you’d react some other way in her shoes, maybe putting the guys in their place by calling them out on their flaws, and not letting them get away with brushing over things that should be confronted.
(he remembers you saying how you cheered on MC’s implied possessiveness with Mahiru, calling them “freak4freak”… whatever that meant.)
and maybe it’s because of those brief moments that give him a weird sense of déjà vu, as if they actually happened in his foggy mind in memories long gone, rather than you daydreaming about how you would’ve acted. with every word that spilled from your lips, like he could re-enact and feel the faint ghost of a touch squeezing around his torso when you said how you would’ve held Mahiru back from opening that damn door. he dismissed your curious look with a casual smile when he shuddered subtly.
the plot twist: you knew exactly how he got to your world, you brought him here. found a shady connection to the company, doing darker things below what was advertised as just a dating sim, made a deal—but who cared what you sacrificed? as long as you had your beloved Caleb…
and really, he wouldn’t have it any other way. because he eventually realizes you were the MC from his past life that died, you just didn’t remember anymore. mind wiped by Astra and sent to another world where you’d be discarded, because there was no use in a failed product of Deepspace.
but, you were safer here.
and he would follow you to the edges of the universe, no matter what.
a/n: the darker themes for caleb's character is essentially a crucial part of himself ^^ as much as i adore how he's like a safety net for his fans, his possessiveness that seeps into yan territory is definitely something that makes him lean towards more red flags, lmao. love him!
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spoilers past season 2 -> light novel of TenSura! based off my very brief knowledge of the lore i've glimpsed through reading the wiki...
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a/n: a possible story fic that's been sitting in my brain... the start of "if i never write a full fic on this, i've written too much about it to let it gather dust in my notes, so let's share it!" ...i love this chunnibyou dragon, man.
imagine being assigned as Veldora’s caretaker. rather—created and ordered to, because the youngest of the siblings was too much of a handful to take care of when they had better things to do, aside from tormenting him (in the words of his older sisters, so they said. you supposed it was an older sibling thing, you wouldn’t know). lord Veldanava himself took part in shaping your very being, making it your duty to look out for his youngest brother.
and so, when he got too riled up with frustration on the verge of demolishing major cities, you were there to… diverge his attention to other things. give him a nudge towards better options (even though he should be "living up to his title as the Evil Dragon," no? he always groaned and complained when you didn't let him do so, urging him away from his destructive tendencies bit by bit). it didn't always work out, but it was a start...!
taking care of him was basically your job, which in itself was already an endless hassle and a half. gathering food for him when his methods could damage the surrounding environment, finding ways to partake in entertainment or games despite the lack of choices… getting creative was the key here, which you supposed you were decent at. he hadn’t killed you out of annoyance yet, at the very least. thus, over the many, MANY years, the two of you warmed up to each other.
that shifted once he was sealed by the hero, of course.
unable to do much but hide and stay out of the line of fire, you could only worry for his life once everything was done and over with. trapped in a cave with zero possibility of leaving Ultimate Imprisonment, you wept at the sight of the once prideful dragon being reduced to a source of magicules for the surrounding forest, seeping out slowly with time.
...at least his boisterous nature hadn't fully gone away, thanks to that laugh of his echoing through the emptiness of a cave.
you refused to fully give into despair, resigning yourself to being his eyes on the outside. though you were reluctant to leave, staying would only make more trouble and possibly bring more onlookers in case anyone tried to do something with you there. so, you traveled but visited the cave often to tell him about what was going on currently. letting him know what was up to date and telling stories about all the changes happening throughout the world. because you couldn’t bear seeing him left alone for who knows how long, with nothing to occupy his time. hoping that at the very least, this would satiate his boredom in solitude.
now, you could only imagine the shock that settled in upon coming back and seeing a mere slime in front of the True Dragon.
reasonably suspicious but relenting to Veldora’s insistence on going through with the plan, you supposed it was alright to place trust in this newcomer. one who seemed to hold a dreamer’s mindset—kind and full of possibilities from his skills that would grow with time. witnessing the absorption of said slime engulfing the being you knew all your life.
therefore, you were now indebted to "Rimuru Tempest" until he found a way to release the shackles of your dragon (since when had you started calling him yours…?), staying for weeks at a time at his newfound village of goblins and direwolves that he united together.
time passes, and from observing the way he ran his growing town, overhearing many of his imaginative ideas only continued to fuel your own creative nature. (you supposed this trait came with being a product of Veldanava’s, the Creator himself).
one idea in particular being—
“oh? and what is this… manga, you speak of, Rimuru? aren’t they just stories with pictures? like those storybooks in the cities.”
“ahaha, not you too…”
“—oh, i see!” a closed fist landed on an open palm in spark of a new idea forming. “then, would i be correct in assuming that there are recipes or visuals for some of the cuisines in these stories? i would very much like to replicate them.”
“eh? why’s that your interest?”
“i am assuming that whenever Veldora may come back, he would like to try all the types of food you have already made, Rimuru, especially the desserts. it would be my pleasure in getting a head-start on your fellow cooks here before they get to give him any. also, with the way you described the types of genres, some of them seemed right up his alley.”
“ah, i remember you saying that you told him about your adventures and stories whenever you traveled.”
“correct. it sounds like something he’d… fangirl over, in your terms, right?”
“where did you even learn fangirling from…” a sweatdrop. “…fine, fine, i’ll give you copies of all the volumes i can think of whenever i have time. make sure to make some for me too though, alright?”
“of course, Rimuru.”
meanwhile, Veldora himself never caught onto you making anime-inspired food for him. why, you ask? because the first (and only) time you asked, he was distracted in talking with Ifrit, missing what you were saying specifically.
“ah, the holy sacred texts! of course dear [Name] would be interested, i wouldn’t expect anything less! perhaps they’ll be amazed by my Veldora Style Killing Arts—”
“master Veldora, if i may interrupt?”
“yes, Ifrit?”
“i’m not entirely sure, but it seemed like they were talking about you? they already left, however.”
“WH-WHAAAA?!?!”
more time passes, and before you know it, the slime you observed had risen to Demon Lord level. so when Rimuru came back to the festival in tow with an oddly handsome (and ostentatiously-dressed) man, you could only yelp in surprise when said man scooped you up in a tight bear hug and spun you around out of nowhere.
“no one dared to lay their claws on you, right?!” he grabbed you by your shoulders, before sputtering at the close proximity and averting his gaze elsewhere. “i-i mean, of course they wouldn’t! for you are my one and only soulmate, of course! GWA HAHA!”
“…and here comes his whole tsundere act again, hah… brings back memories.”
you blinked slowly in realization. “…wait, you could see me? but weren’t you in Rimuru’s stomach the whole time?”
“correct! i was able to observe through his perspective while working on getting out of Unlimited Imprisonment since he absorbed myself. oh, how joyous i was whenever he would spend time with you, getting to see your presence again! but then he would leave with other troublesome affairs to do, and i couldn’t do anything about it…” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest while you struggled to stifle a laugh.
he’s downright ecstatic when you surprise him with the desserts from the manga he read from Rimuru in the two years he had been gone, of course.
nothing could satisfy you further than seeing the toothy grin on his face, whether as a human or dragon.
a/n: if more people like this, maybe i'll indulge more in writing for this endearing chuuni of a dragon :>
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