#morse code caleb

[mapsthewanderer]

At the library

Caleb: *taps table*

*MC ignores tapping, flips another page*

Caleb: *taps again, teasingly*

MC: *taps table aggressively*

Caleb: *smirks and taps table*

MC: *starts to tap table and slams hands down* CALEB YOU BIG DUM-DUM

[starmocha]

Crying, I actually went and deciphered this 😭😭😭😭😭 He taught her to communicate in Morse code:

I LIKE CALEB THE MOST

[cozycryptkeeper]

This man thinks he’s funny 😂😂

[luli-lads]

How they'd react to a period cramps simulator:

(Requested)

Zayne: He's actually used one before, voluntarily, as part of his studies on the human body. Still, his eyebrows furrow, and he instinctively clutches the armrest. He demands hot chocolate afterwards.

Xavier: He starts glowing in morse code, spelling SOS. BIG sad wet eyes the whole time. When it's over, "Can you give me a massage to relieve it? ...No, lower... I'll do the same for you on your period." Cheeky little—

Rafayel: Oh dear. He starts groaning in pain and squirming around, telling you to turn it off. When you do, he's panting. "Why does your body want to kill you!?" He's stocking up on a LOT of different pain meds for your next period.

Sylus: He huffs and tsks, his head swiveling to the sides like a pet trying to get rid of an annoying collar. "I should start investing my money in the scientific research of permanent pain relievers for period cramps."

Caleb: He's used to pain but still winces. Compares it to the pain in his arm. "My arm only hurts when it's being repaired... But you have to go through this a few days every month?" They become his #1 enemy. How dare they hurt you so.

[circecyerce]

AO3 LADS Fic Recs Jan-Feb 2025

temptation's kiss by OrangeButt73 NSFW

“You want us to wait this out,” you say it for him, because he refuses to by the way he shuffles his feet like he’s nervous, like he’s caught red-handed committing a crime. He seems to consider something. And then — an admission, albeit a hushed one. “Yes,” he whispers. Curbs the affection from scratching the surface. Your eyes narrow at him, sharp slits that are ill-tempered. “But you won’t let me fuck someone else.” Rafayel nods his head, no hesitance this time as he already knows he’s being selfish. “Yes,” he whispers, again, another admission that feels too heavy, too loving — too cruel. You want to give. Rafayel wants to take.

kinktober in deepspace by seyachu NSFW

an attempt at kinktober for love and deepspace. (with afab!reader and gn!reader) please mind the individual chapter tags! all are STC/be updated along the way ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎ D1: somno (xavier) D2: vibrator/morse code (sylus) D3: medical/doctor kink (zayne) D4: costumes/roleplay (maid!rafayel) D5: phone sex (caleb) D6: exhibitionism (jeremiah) D7: sex pollen (bday!xavier) D8: wax play (rafayel) D9: breastfeeding (caleb) D10: cockwarming (zayne) D11: ???

His Watchful Eye by dollgxtz NSFW

"Good girl, keep chewing. Don't bite your tongue" All you could mutter was a moan, unable to think straight in your drug hazed state. You managed to swallow. All you felt was warm heat radiating off of slightly pale flesh. You blushed and planted your face in his neck. Sylus put the fork down, amused by your affection. Getting up from the sofa in the room, he laid you down on his bed. He began unbuckling his belt.

Between the Blades of Grass (Sylus x Female Reader) by aeyumicore NSFW

When Sylus, the strongest warrior of the Grasslands, chooses you as his mate, you're forced to consummate your union in front of the entire clan. Inspired, but not continued off of, the new 'Grassland Romance' memory.

I'll Come Back To You by Ophella SFW

You are the centre of their universe, whether you know it or not, and each of them cannot bear to lose you again. So what happens when they do?

Take Your Time, Miss Deer by borkunlimited SFW

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes. Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or- -Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger. A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

[tsuyalovebot]

new person, same old mistakes.

minors & ageless blogs do not interact.

xia yizhou / caleb x reader.

cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting). slightly nsfw (suggestive scenes but nothing explicit). modern au (present times, canon divergent, no evol). military veteran & pilot caleb. non-mc fem reader (use of she/her pronouns at some point). mentions of drinking.

mimi's missive: hello... i am back. also, please disregard any typos or errors. i wrote this in one sitting, in one hour because i needed to get this off my chest. also, this is probably the closest thing to a non-mc reader piece that i will ever write. knight caleb is on its way i promise, i've just been so busy. please have these crumbs instead, idk if i'll expand on it though. U( . . U)

Fuck — that's the first word that comes to Caleb's mind when he wakes up in his apartment to the faintest smell of a foreign perfume on his pillowcases and the memories of you from last night.

Caleb doesn't sleep around. Even before he was drafted and entered the Air Force, he never once fooled around with girls in middle school, high school. The most it ever reached was something beyond friendship but less than lovers with a girl. With her.

Something tender yet never tangible. Slipping through his fingers like morning dew that disintegrates at sunlight's first rays, he never once dreamt of anyone that wasn't her. From childhood to adulthood, the chambers of his heart were distorted to pump her name in morse code. A childhood friend, something more.

When he returned from his service, years and years of continual deployment, what greeted Caleb wasn't the arms of the girl he kissed when he had to leave. He was greeted by her, sure, but there was another man at her side. And she'd been beaming, eager to introduce him to her boyfriend.

A boyfriend. A boyfriend he didn't even know of from the rare times he could contact her. And Caleb would contact her. How could she fail to mention that she's now entangled with another guy?

It takes a while before he could recover from the shock of it all. PTSD weighs heavy on a veteran's mind, years and years worth of service that exhausts him beyond the physical and mental. Not even from that alone, but the sheer heartbreak and emptiness that came with seeing who he thought was the love of his life find her happiness with someone that wasn't him. Years worth of yearning for a girl who was always in his reach yet he never latched onto. What could he have done when he was seventeen and entered active duty with dreams of glory and clouds on blue canvases?

But he gets back on his feet, at the insistent voice in the back of his brain.

It'll take a while before he can get used to the hollow sensation of emptiness around his neck, a silver necklace that sits somewhere in his desk drawer neglected. A long while, before he could rediscover a purpose in life that wasn't inherently tied to her smile. He's still young, honorably discharged from his service with talented piloting skills under his belt. A passion for the skies, a love for aerospace engineering.

He'd find that spark again. And he did.

Caleb goes into civil aviation after a couple of years. Becomes a pilot, laughs it up with his crew and the countless connections he's made in the industry whenever they'd ask about his past career. After all, it was probably the most cliche thing a person could do after being in the Air Force. Really? Airlines?

In his thirties, he thinks he's healed. She doesn't haunt him as much as she did years ago. His chest feels lighter in the rare occasion she'd cross his mind. He could even go out with Gideon and his friends without hesitation now — though it's an entirely different thing to actively seek out partners.

The most he could fathom was sexual partners. Even then, he doesn't quite get it. Not until you.

And you're his worst fucking nightmare. Meeting at a club, catching a few drinks together. You aren't alone; you had girl friends, a full squad that kind of merged with his own on a night of him and old military mates catching up. Hypnotic yet casual, the conversation between the two of you felt natural. Right, and oddly comforting amidst his painfully blank resumé in the romance department.

He learned you graduated from a nice university in the state, tourism management or something along those lines. Caleb tells you of his time in Air Force, the time he spent in piloting school for civil aviation preparation. Banter here and there, a few casual touches of skin. A dance to the strobe lights on the dance floor.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking to him, maybe he was simply craving some sort of physical intimacy, but he sleeps with you. Jumps the gun a bit. Hours ago he'd been assured that he'd go yet another club night without sleeping with anyone or swapping spit. What a joke.

The next morning, you weren't in his bed. You most likely left far, far earlier than when he woke up, because your scent was practically fading away from the sheets when he sniffed the place where you slept. Totally not in a creepy way, by the way.

Truth be told, he doesn't remember every detail of that passionate night — the important tidbits, yes. The taste of you on his tongue, the softness of your body against his, how you looked up at him as you ran your mouth over his abdomen.

It was arguably the best night of his life. Ever. It was a thousand times better than what he ever dreamt of, the image of sex glorified and something he used to associate with her. But what transpired last night felt oddly intimate, shared breaths over ghosting lips. A rawness to a passion without bounds.

If it weren't for the several hastily placed bills on his bedside, Caleb would've gotten a hard-on right there at the memory.

You left money. Not even a note. Nothing else, simply money. Like he was some sort of cheap service worker pleading for a tip. Caleb scoffed a disbelieving laugh, yet he wasn't really mad about it, for some odd reason. He should feel offended at the implicit jab, but instead, he feels curious.

Unfortunately for him, not even Gideon nor his other friends knew your name. When he rang them up, they simply said stuff along the lines of you didn't even get her name before sleeping with her? or I got the names of her friends but none of their socials. It's disappointing, but he eventually gives up. Simply thinks of your face every now and then, fresh and memorable in his mind as the girl who rewrote some part of him in a one night stand.

But the thing is, he does meet you again. But it isn't at some club, late at night with a sultry ultramarine and fuchsia light glimmering over your face. It's a week or two after that night, when you're decked out in a flight attendant's uniform and he's the captain. He does a double take when his eyes land on you during the pre-flight briefing, stuttering momentarily when your eyes meet and his heart seems to pause.

Caleb doesn't know why he's panicking — he doesn't even know you. Isn't even sure if it's you, or if he's misremembering because you don't even bat an eye at him. Your gaze simply going to your fellow crew members, nudging elbows sometimes to exchange refreshing smiles with a tilt of your head and a windchime-like laugh.

His heart does that thing again. Arrhythmia. It is you.

Gideon laughs up a storm when Caleb calls him in a panic, and really, he isn't helpful at all. Caleb groans into the receiver, running a hand through his hair in exasperation as he paces around the crew room. Even then, he can't stop the odd smile tugging at his lips. He's found you. He doesn't know why that makes him happy — again, he doesn't even know you — but it does and he goes with it.

As per the airline, you all will be staying at the same hotel. Different rooms, of course, but same hotel nonetheless. More opportunities to potentially talk to you. He drowns out Gideon's harping laughter; the idiot was probably rejoicing over how Caleb was finally "getting some," as he so eloquently put it. Why were they friends again?

Regardless, after the flight, he does muster up the courage to talk to you. He walks up to you when you all are dropped off at the hotel lobby, his heart racing and mind spiraling despite his resolute expression. You're in the middle of talking to another flight attendant when Caleb taps your shoulder.

You earn a curious look from your friend, but you seem to take it in stride. You smile and accept his offer for a chat, telling your friend that you'll go up to your room in a bit. She leaves you, saying she'll go to one of the hotel cafes to wait for you, while the rest of the crew goes to the elevators. Leaving you and him in the lobby, your luggage in one hand and Caleb's luggage in his own.

Shit. His brain's blanking. What does he say?

"Ahem." He clears his throat with a cough, suddenly sheepish. His nerves claw at his nape in heated pinpricks, like the scalding sun. "Sorry to take up your time like this."

"It's nothing. Did you need something, Captain?"

The way you were looking up at him was polite, but dear God, it had Caleb thinking back to that damn night. Your smile of glossy pink, your eyes peeking from your lashes and your hand over his on the countertop. He wills himself to smile, albeit awkward.

"Uh, yeah, actually. It's— I'm not gonna ask you to do anything, of course," he rambles. God, he has absolutely no idea how to do this.

He clears his throat again. "But, I wanted to ask, have we met before?"

Caleb feels the visceral urge to gouge his own eyes out at that very moment. Really? Have we met before? The corniest sounding pick-up line in the history of flirting? He wants to cry, feels his embarrassment well up in a way it hasn't since he tripped over his own two feet in middle school but he somehow manages to keep his calm expression.

You, however, don't falter. Instead, you're remaining placid. Polite. Distant. He gets it — technically, this is still a working environment. But something about your nonchalance only exacerbates his flustered mentality.

You hum, tapping your nails on the handle of your luggage. "I don't think so."

His heart drops to his chest. Inhaling sharply, Caleb shakes his head despite the sting of rejection. His chest warms with newfound determination. "No, no. I think we have."

There's a bit of challenge in his tone. Something like assertion. It sparks something in you, clearly, because you narrow your eyes and something licks at the back of Caleb's neck at the scrutiny in your face.

"Then why'd you ask if you already had an answer?" You reply, dry.

Oh. Well. Caleb coughs, hacking like an old asthmatic man. He lifts a hand, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's just— I wanted to confirm. You look familiar, and I think we slept together?" He blurts out. Smooth, Caleb. Real fucking smooth. She's really gonna want to talk to you now. "And you kinda left money on my bedside table, so as much as I'm flattered that you think I was good enough to pay, I think I should return it, at least."

Your brows lift in surprise, like you didn't expect him to outright say it. Before you could reply, Caleb extends his phone to you with one hand.

"And I also wanted to ask if... I could get your number?" He adds your name on at the end, testing it from his mouth. He likes it. He's grateful to have learned it today by some odd serendipitous encounter in airlines and plane flights.

But then he notices it. The way your brows furrow deeply as you gaze at his phone, eyes flickering between something disbelieving and bitter before you scoff and look up at him.

"Are you serious right now?"

Caleb nearly flinches at your tone. It's biting, but he settles for a slight frown instead. "Did I say something wrong?"

The mysterious animosity comes off of you in ways as you cross your arms, pointedly glaring at him now. He feels like he's missing something, like he's forgotten something. Gone was the polite customer service smile, the warm look in those eyes of yours that drift in and out of his dreams. It makes him tense; you're looking at him like you can't stand him and he has absolutely no reason why.

You then sigh, breaking him out of his confused state. You turn your attention away from him, testing your grip on the handle of your luggage. "You know what, keep the money."

"What?"

"Keep it. You should put it into your therapy funds," you tack on, and Caleb feels some of his confusion fray into something more frustrated now. You aren't looking at him and giving him any answer.

"What are you— who are you to tell me that?"

You laugh, the sound grating on his ears. It isn't the charming one. Yet this one still feels as authentic as the other. Sparing him a glance, you take his phone from his hands and he's once again confused. Why did you seem so upset if you were just gonna put your number in anyway? Was this some new flirting tactic he wasn't aware of? Does he have that little game?

But then you're flipping his phone over, and in his clear phone case is a polaroid picture of him and her. He hasn't changed his case nor that photo in years. It was something as easy as breathing, someting natural and regular. Even though Caleb feels almost nothing when he sees it nowadays. He never once thought it would bite him in the ass like this.

His blood runs cold, blanching. Oh, fuck.

The smile you give Caleb is tight-lipped, not an ounce of mirth in your expression. "Next time you sleep with someone, try to not be a cheating asshole."

As you start to walk past him, you pat his chest while he stands there, dumbfounded.

"Maybe you could put the money into getting some Viagra too," you offer, faux sympathy and all. "They'll probably give you a discount if you mention how you moaned her name when you finished after fucking me, Cap."

The last thing Caleb thinks when you're long gone and off to the hotel café and he's finally snapped out of his mortification is, also, fuck.

[neuary]

Soooo.... Caleb knows morse code huh?

Him thrusting his name into your pussy fr fr

[janluxe]

DECODE — CALEB / XIA YIZHOU

–summary; one of his daily attempts to teach you Morse code.

–contents; smut with no plot.

–wc; 536

–a/n; just an idea I wanted to entertain (:

Caleb knows Morse code.

It's no secret, considering his position in the military. But he was fascinated by this way of communication even before he got in the academy, and he even tried getting you into it as well.

Needless to say, his attempts weren't exactly fruitful.

You only bothered to learn one sentence that he had taught you, 'Caleb, is a stupid, big dummy' tapping the tip of his finger against your hand and watching you expectantly. His face brightened the moment you returned the gesture, a hint of a pink hue creeping on his face and ears.

.. / .-.. .. -.- . / -.-. .- .-.. . -... / - .... . / -- --- ... -

Which literally translated to; 'I like Caleb the most.' But you didn't need to know that.

Perhaps this time around, you'd actually appreciate the lesson. He slowly halted, still buried to the hilt inside your seeping cunt and giving you the chance to focus on his fingers. "Come on, baby, I taught you better than this." Caleb cooed, lips slowly grazing the back of your neck while his heart fluttered against the exposed surface of your back.

Your dear gege had always been unpredictable, even in the most inconvenient situations.

He was softly tapping away on the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen, the gesture seemed innocent – trying to remind you how to decipher Morse code as if his tip wasn't kissing the same cervix he bruised a few moments ago.

Your brain worked overtime, barely holding onto your sanity by a thread threatening to snap. hold, tap, hold, and he went on until you had something to work with.

-.-- --- ..- .----. .-. . / -- .. -. .

"You're not even trying, pipsqueak." His whisper was the only thing breaking the silence. Your mouth opened and then closed again, only a few shaky breaths and incoherent gibberish left your throat.

His fingers tracing small circles on the surface of your skin distracted you even more, yet you knew he was expecting an answer.

Your body fitted perfectly against his. Two halves of the same whole. His muscular yet lean figure complimented yours as he trapped you under him.

Sweat dripped down your frame while you struggled, "I don't like this game." You shifted closer to him, seeking the friction he denied you.

"Hey, hey." You could tell he was caught off guard when he twitched ever-so-slightly inside you, "How about this, if you can decode the first three letters then I'll give you what you want."

"Sounds like a deal, pips?" He hummed, feeling the subtle vibration send a shiver down your spine. He was holding back as much as you were, he was just better at hiding it.

A weary sigh escaped your parted lips before you could even process it – mind and body too fogged up with need to act properly, "Y-O-U" you spelt out, not hesitating one bit. Maybe what you had picked up from him didn't go to waste entirely.

A rush of pride washed over him, and you were there to witness his expression shifting. "Atta girl," He coaxed playfully, his usual smug glint returning on his face as he set a comfortable pace. "You're getting there, Honey. You just need more practice."

A promise and a threat. At least now you knew what he had in store for you.

[jerirose]

Caleb | 11/03/25 Love & Deepspace

[Imagine Description] Digital realism painting of Caleb, a love interest in the game Love and Deepspace. Caleb is painted from the waist up at a 45 degree angle, facing off to the left of the image. He is looking off in the distance. Caleb has a mullet, that is a multitone of pink, purple and light blue, with black roots; his choppy fringe / bangs rare slightly covering his eyes. Caleb is topless, wearing only a necklace with a dog tag, with unreadable writing on it and an apple pendent on it. He is showing off several tattoos and a many stars that are peppered in different spots of his exposed skin, in a gradient of teal and pink, which are semi-opaque and also freckle across his cheeks. The tattoos he has are a line with dots down from his trapezius down past his pecks, a small Morse code going down his upper ribcage and a half-sleeve of a geometric beehive pattern with space and cloud motifs and a plane. Caleb also has several piercings, these include; his right nipple, snakebites, which he is wearing long spiked studs, his septum and an lower bridge piercing. In his right ear he has a stud in his tragus, a scaffolding bar, two upper lobe piercings and a spiralled stretcher through his ear, roughly 14mm. Caleb has purpley pink eyes that are looking past the viewer, his light skin is a glow of pink and teal from his surroundings; a space-like background that creeps around him in a smoke like form, of pink, teals and some small hints of purple. Behind him two plants glow on the right side and in the foreground stars sparkle around him, as well as evidence of his gravity Evol being used.

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I have the Stranger Things: Worlds Turned Upside Down: The Official Behind-the-Scenes Companion book, I got it in 2018, so here are some fun facts from it

In the party’s dnd charts it says Will’s class is “magic-user” 👀👀 and one of his abilities is “true sight” 👀👀

The first scene written and the first scene filmed are both the dnd game at s1 ep1

Mike supposedly has rainbow blinds in his room (as a reference to E.T since Elliot also has rainbow blinds)

When El throws Lucas against a wall, that was Caleb, not a body double. Apparently he was excited to film without a double and asked for it (he was thrown against a mattress). Called said he had so much fun.

During the scene where El sends the van flying, the duffers said than when they first tried it (without filming) it all went as it was supposed to, it flew the right directions. The first time they filmed, tho, the van fell on top of one of their cameras and destroyed it.

Steve is in his last year of high school (as opposed to Nancy, who is in her second, or Jonathan who is in his first)

Steve plays basketball and baseball. He was supposed to be an asshole and die the first season, but Joe Keery came and gave a bit more depth to Steve’s character.

243 people auditioned to play El

Some of El’s powers include biokinesis, teleportation, and psychometry

Hopper fought in Vietnam 

At first the upside down wasn’t supposed to appear on screen at any moment. We would have heard what happened over walkie talkies or radios.

A demodog is just a teen demogorgon (I think this was explained at the show, but I have seen people say they are different creatures)

Jonathan does cycling, is in the school newspaper, and the photography club

Caleb is very good crying on command

Mike’s bike is the newest because his family has the most money, Dustin begun painting his bike but hasn’t finished it yet, and Lucas has a fluorescent saddle

At first they weren’t allowed to use ghostbusters costumes but they talked to Ivan Reitman and eventually got green light 

Dart was supposed to appear in the first season but they didn’t have enough time

The upside down was originally called the underworld 

Nancy and Jonathan (their relationship) are inspired by David and Jennifer from WarGames (1983). Also by Willie Scott and doctor Jones from Indiana Jones

Bob was supposed to die on ep 4 instead of ep 8

For the scene with Will and Morse code (when he’s tied to a chair) the duffers just told Noah to watch a YouTube video on Morse code the day before 

Talking about Noah, after being possessed and convulsing to the point everyone was amazed with his acting, the moment they stop filming he just gets up and asks for a cup of tea like nothing happened

For the upside down spores they actually used dandelions 

Hopper is repeatedly described as a cowboy lmao

In s1 when the boys dress El up in a wig and a dress and Mike does her makeup, they are dressing her up in their vision of what a girl is

Finn said than it was only halfway through the second episode than Mike realized than El is a real girl, a real person, and not E.T.

The duffers were inspired by the breakfast club for the making of Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve’s characters!!

Nancy played volleyball, was in the cheerleader team (?!?!?!), was in the French club, volunteered at church and did social volunteering, and did a writing workshop

Barb played softball, the clarinet, was part of the Mathematical Olympiads, volunteered at the library, and was a babysitter.

[mapsthewanderer]

Caleb’s headcanon -

The Vanguard

Synopsis: You are about to attend a practical exam proving your marksmanship. (Short. Caleb being Caleb, fluff, using Morse code)

Taking aim

The air is electric. The scent of gunpowder lingers thickly in the air, blending with the raw energy of the crowd. People are shouting, cheering, the sharp cracks of gunfire punctuating the noise like a war drum. The exam hall is a coliseum of contenders, each vying for their place among the elite.

Your throat feels tight, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. Your pulse pounds so loudly in your ears that it almost drowns out the chaos around you. Almost.

Then—warm fingers brush against yours.

Caleb’s hand finds your own, steady and sure, and before you can react, he begins to tap. A soft rhythm against your skin, light yet deliberate. It will be alright.

You look up, breath catching. His violet eyes gleam under the fluorescent lights, filled with something unshakable—something you wish you had right now. You tap back hesitantly, your fingers barely pressing against his palm. Really?

He nods, his smile slow and confident, like he’s never doubted you for even a second.

“Come on,” he murmurs, though the words are almost swallowed by the noise. His fingers curl slightly around yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze before he taps again, firmer this time. You can do it.

You don’t know if you believe that. Not yet.

Before you can respond, he pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. His breath is warm against your hair, and just when you think that’s all there is—he starts tapping again. Soft, slow, just between your shoulder blades. A message meant only for you.

I love you.

You freeze.

Did he—?

No. You must be imagining things. The tension, the nerves, they’re playing tricks on you. But still, the ghost of his touch lingers, the rhythm echoing in your mind even as he pulls back.

He holds your shoulders for a moment, studying you, then mouths something so clearly that even with all the noise, you understand.

“Go get them, pip”

And just like that, the weight in your chest lightens.

You smile, truly smile, and step forward toward your fate—toward the gunfire, the challenge, the test that will determine everything.

But even as you go, the warmth of his touch stays with you, the secret Morse message etched into your skin.

Writer’s note: It was bound to happen, peepz. I just had to start meddling with the current timeline and not some AU like my other fic ‘The Vermillion bird’. I’ll mark my own canon’s for Caleb as ‘Caleb’s headcanon, The Vanguard’ from now on (I’m betting 20 wishes that I’ll write more because I love exploring this lol). Hope you like it 🫶🏻

[skrampsisbugs]

Caleb making you learn “I like Caleb the most” in Morse code in the deduction is so funny to me

[fictionfuel]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆Heacanons⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆

Zayne ︎ ⟢Zayne adores readers’ hands✨

Sylus ⟢ Sylus teaches reader morse code 🔞 ⟢ Sylus' loves to be called good boy and femdom🔞

Rafayel ⟢ Rafayel loves pussy🔞

Caleb ⟢ Caleb has big and sensitive pecs 🔞

Xavier Explorations are underway.

@/fictionfuel 2025. Don’t repost, steal, claim as your own, or use to train AI. Dividers: @/saradika-graphics

[ac-fandom]

So these days I rewatched Inazuma eleven, and I fell (again) in love with Jude Sharp/ Kidou yuuto, here are some of my headcanons on him:

-Apart from Japanese and Jamaican and a little ofJewish , (he is half Japanese and half Jerwish, and his adoptive father is Jamaican) he speaks/knows Mandarin, Korean, Hindi, English, Italian, Spanish, German, French and Portuguese and also knows Morse code and sign language.

- he plays the piano and violin.

-He is demisexual and gay, and in a romantic relationship with David Samford.

-Staying on the topic of romantic relationship, he and Caleb dated for several months at the age of 17 but it didn't work out but they remained friends (but Caleb still has feelings for Jude).

-when he is Raimon's coach and help Mark with be a coach, he and Celia organize sleepovers, for "new strategies for the team".

-In his adolescence he was almost forced to be together with a girl from a powerful company, to merge the Sharp company and the one owned by the girl's family but luckily it didn't happen.

-he often acts as a "psychologist" to the players of Raimon and the Rolaty Academy players and gives them advice.

-He would like to become a father and adopt a child but he doesn't know how to tell David because he doesn't know how he would react to it.

-He handles alcohol well, in fact when he goes out with Mark and Axel, but especially Mark who can't handle alcohol at all, he is always the one who takes them home.

[anonymoussong]

Looking for jewelry inspired by the hit D&D show, “Critical Role”? Look no further! These pieces are based on quotes from some of the boys of campaign 2 (Caleb, Molly, and Caduceus) of Critical Role, featuring hidden Morse Code messages!

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[decadeofjoy-au]

Hellllloooo! Thank you for your hard work on bringing out these stories. And also I'm Here to bring some Random Facts & Character Information on my two Orphan OCs. Hope you enjoy! ✨

• Usher is scared of the teachers in Playcare's School when he first came to Playcare. Thanks to his previous teacher from before, he has a hard time interacting with the Miss Delights. And it'll take him a while to open up to them.

• While not nessesary, Usher's Ahoge can move or bend depending on his mood like with cats and their ears. This is more of a design rather then a feature.

• Aether learned self defense from his mother before she was arrested. Which is why he manages to win most fights from his previous orphanage.

• Usher is good at drawing or writing, but when it comes to craftsmanship? Some of his creations dont end up right. Which is why he gets Aether to help him out majority of the time.

• Aether actually knows Morse Code. While Usher only knows a bit of Sign Language. So the two taught each other the skills and now they have their "own language" to communicate with.

• They love to play hide and seek with each other from time to time. And it always ends in good fun. Although... Usher tends to take the game Too Seriously whenever he's the seeker. And would act like some kind of complete pyschopath stalking their prey down. Fortunately he doesn't hurt the hiders once caught but his behaviour is what worries them the most. Even Aether sweats just hearing him taunt in the background to look for him. And if its a Hide and Seek Activity with the other orphans? Yeah... Even Caleb may get caught off guard.

(Dont worry this isnt what Usher looks like when seeking. This is just Aether's Intepretation or imagination whenever he's IT and he's hiding. 🙂)

🪽That last part is lowkey relatable though. I love acting like the main villain while I play multiplayer video games. I’d be going through a WHOLE villain monologue cutscene 😭