#c. caleb

[summerscaries]

Letting the wizards kiss—it’s good for the soul

[neigepomme]

caleb does this thing where he grabs your face with one hand and squishes your cheeks together to kiss your lips when you're scolding him. he hits you with "i'm sorry :(" afterwards and the shock of the kiss + puppy eyes combo makes you forget why you were scolding him in the first place

[boyfrogsims]

Lilith

hair / piercings / lashes / tattoos / rings / earrings / nails /

1: top / pants / boots 2: top / skirt / tights / choker / socks / boots / garter 3: top / pants / boots 4: dress / boots / choker / gloves / tights 5: harness / top / skirt / tights / boots

Caleb

hair / nose ring

1. top / jacket / pants / boots 2. top / pants / boots 3. top / pants / necklace / garter / boots 4. top / jeans / gloves 5. top / pants / boots /

[mythblossoms]

nebula

pairing: caleb x gn!reader content: first! kiss!, yearning & down bad caleb and reader, light teasing, nicknames (pip-squeak), two dummies (affectionate) in love, loose EPIC/Odyssey reference because it's me a/n: double posting today to BECAUSE IT IS LOVE DAY and this is dedicated to beloved @spiderlilypetals - happy valentine's day, i think you deserve the world and sweet nights cuddled up and looking at the stars ;u; wc: 1.6k

Solar systems begin with the collapse of a nebula, swirling clouds of dust and gas expanding, swelling, building until caving in on itself. Waves of energy rippling across space and time, clinging to the remnants and tugging them in and forming a new home.

Funny, Caleb thinks, that this is what loving you feels like. 

Years spent memorizing the way your lips quirk up into a smile when he teases, the way you bit your lip when you were upset, how your eyes sparkled  when sharing some new interest — moments building something in his heart until it caved in on itself and you became the center of his universe, the brightest star with the strongest pull, keeping him stable but spinning.

“Any one home?” your voice broke through the churning cloud of thoughts encasing his mind like a bright light, the slight nudge of his knee with your foot grounding him — as you sat curled up on your couch. “Is someone getting too sleepy?” 

He grinned at you, lightly grabbing your ankle and squeezing. These light touches were familiar, safe. Contact that came easily after years of knowing each other. “Me? I wasn’t the one who stayed up late last night looking up best claw machine tactics.” 

“Well, at least one of us is trying,” you scoffed, tucking cold toes under his thighs and crossing your arms. “Your skills are getting rusty. Might have to revoke your arcade membership.”

“Don’t pout, pip-squeak —” his hand grazed your knee before settling on the back of the couch, another barely there touch that sent a ripple of energy towards his heart. “Pretty sure those new plushies on your bed came from your very dedicated co-pilot.”

“You can’t always use your evol, you know.” You poked your tongue out at him. “It’s cheating.”

It was easy like this, hidden under the familiarity of teasing and the safety of nostalgia. You would laugh, poke him in the cheek, make some silly joke at his expense. And he would collect this moment, another star in the galaxy of you. 

“And I’ll do it again,” he grinned. “Anything for you.” Only for you. 

You yawned then, the late hour truly not lost on either of you. Your hands stretching above your head, the collar of his old sweatshirt loose on your shoulder. 

“Remember the time we hung all those glow in the dark stars in my room?” You leaned in, head resting on your knees. Wistfulness lingered in your eyes, and Caleb’s heart stuttered - the gravitational pull of your gaze that strong. 

And how could he forget. All day spent arranging those stars in different paths across your ceiling, every pillow, blanket, and plushie to be found pulled into a massive pile on the floor. The night spent creating stories about constellations found in the patterns crisscrossing the ceiling. The pale green glow of the stars reflected in your eyes, the atoms hovering in the smallest space between the two of you humming with the energy of a combusting star. A night sky for just the two of you. A memory so ingrained that he could feel that weighted charge clinging to his skin. 

“What, you think I’d forget that?” He pinched your chin gently. “Someone wasn’t tall enough to put them on the ceiling so I had to do all the hard work”. He waited for the eye roll, the huff that would surely follow or the pillow that would be tossed his way. Safe he thought, easy.

The energy in the room had shifted, perhaps in the way you had looked at him or in some memory that had reawakened. The comfortable silence now thrumming in time with his beating heart. He wondered, briefly, could hear it? You sighed, wrapping your hand delicately around his, offering a gentle squeeze. “I miss it.”

Did you know the effect you had on him? Eyes closing as you relived the memory, fingers threading delicately with his. “I miss it being just me, and you, pretending like the stars were meant for us.” Caleb would pull every star out of the sky and hang it in your room, if it meant you were happy, if it meant your hand entwined perfectly with his.

“We don’t have to pretend anymore,” he said gently, his eyes speaking every word that drowned on his tongue. Simultaneously hoping you felt the weight of his words, wishing you would stay in your reverie. He moved imperceptibly closer, hovering on the boundary of what was familiar. “We could grab some blankets and look at the stars now.” His voice just above a whisper, the softness masking the slight quiver in his words. 

You hummed, a soft content sound, squeezing his hand - a slight glimmer in your barely open eyes. “Don’t forget our plushies.”

Your balcony had become your very own cozy fort. Big pillows carefully arranged against the windows of your apartment, every blanket you owned layered up, plushies propped up in the optimal stargazing seat — and Caleb sat next to you. The warmth of his leg pressed against yours, the chilly night a distant memory. He was safety, a constant comfort entangled in your life - never just you, or just Caleb, but you and Caleb. 

From here, the bright city lights hid most of the stars from view, only the brightest peeking out from their inky blanket. “I never thought it would be so hard to see the stars in the city,” you sighed curling into the blanket, pulling it up to your chin. “No stars means no stories.” 

Caleb grinned then. “Are you sure? Look-” he pointed to two stars that shone brightly - directly across from each other in the night sky. “You don’t know the story of the man who couldn’t return home?”

He was always better at this, the lightheartedness, the ease in offering something to you. Even back then, pulling stories from nothing just to make you smile. And of course you did. Earnest hands pointing to each plastic star, words energetically tumbling out, his own warm smile. Could he see warmth dusting your cheeks then? The way your eyes widened with each knock of his knee? 

His voice brought you back, the simplicity of a story much like before, but this time his voice was softer, the words more delicate. “Every time he tried to get home, some new obstacle blocked his path. Monsters and mayhem — but each time he would use his strength in strategies and calculations to pass them.” 

You leaned in, enraptured, eyes focused on him as he gazed up at the night sky. “And each time he felt like it was too much, like giving up - he only had to think of her. His guiding light. His constant - always together, always tethered. No matter what happens, he would stop at nothing to be by her side. “

Truths always lie hidden in stories - offering a semblance of reality. You could feel that here too, tonight. Time had stopped, or was it moving too quickly? Outside your balcony everything was a blur, here it was just you and Caleb. 

“Did he ever get home?” you barely heard your own voice. 

He finally looked at you, brows knit together in some unreadable expression. “He did, but things weren’t the same. All those things he did to get home had changed him.”

Your fingers found his, easily - simply. Fitting together as they always had. “But she loved him all the same.”

You felt it now, the restraint. The way Caleb held his breath, how his body stilled. His eyes the only thing betraying him — flicking from yours, to your lips, down to your clasped hands. The soft sound of surprise that escaped him. A bundle of energy bound so tightly it threatened to implode. 

“He was always hers too, right? Time can’t change that.” You moved closer, angling your head closer to his - warm breath against his cool cheek. “It’s always going to them.” It was always going to be Caleb and you.

The space between you felt too large, too charged with an energy that bound you and Caleb together. Closing the distance, you placed a tentative kiss on his jaw. His hand squeezed yours tighter, eyes fluttering shut — a slow shaky exhale released, as he leaned just slightly into your touch. 

“Is this okay-” you hummed into the tender part of his neck. The flutter of his heartbeat strumming against the soft of your lips. 

“More than okay,” he said hoarsely, fingers still laced tightly with yours — grounded in familiarity in the face of this gravitational shift.

“Okay,” you smiled, pinching his chin with your other hand - flitting small kisses against the length of his jaw and angling his lips towards yours. The space between so small but electric, sparking against the sensitive skin. He murmured your name, soft and pleading, before your lips met his. 

Kissing Caleb felt like the universe had exploded - stars and cosmic dust swirling between as gravity rearranged, realigning into a place that was you and him and this moment only. Something new yet familiar. His hands once hesitant now desperate pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, kisses becoming rushed, tongue tentatively brushing against yours.

Letting go was harder, Caleb chasing after your mouth - planting small kisses to your chin, the corners of your mouth.

“Just wait,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “Don’t move.” 

You ran your fingers through his hair, drawing lazy circles at the nape of his neck. “Why?”

“If you move, I’m worried I’ll wake up and this will all be some dream.” He whispered into your skin, hands playing with the ends of your hair. 

Cradling his jaw, you moved him towards you again - kissing the worried space between his brows, the outer corners of his eyes, then lightly on lips. “I’m here.” Then, with a soft pinch of his chin again, “This is real.”

[patopq]

I present to you: Octopus caleb

from this

[snowvee]

──── 𝑰𝑫𝑳𝑬

╰ 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

[wolfofcelestia]

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[c-o-t-o]

Just imagining the different LADS guys waking up restless in the middle of the night, watching your sleeping face, gently dragging his fingers down your cheek. Whispering to you so quietly in the hopes that maybe you'll be awake to hear what he's confessing to you, but also hoping he doesn't wake and disturb you from your peaceful sleep.

Sighing deeply and contentedly, he kisses your forehead before attempting to fall back asleep. You stir slightly, reaching out for him. He takes your hand and kisses it, pulling you in close to hold you, reassuring you that he's right there. Reassuring himself that you're there with him, he can finally fall back asleep.

[starlightyizhou]

are there any filipino caleb enthusiasts here? if yes, let me just get this off my chest

whenever i think of caleb and mc, the first thing that comes to mind is that one filo tiktok audio that goes:

"iniisip ko kung kumain ka na ba? kung sino nagpapakain sayo, kung may sakit ka. ang arte mo pa naman. sino mag-aalaga sayo? ang arte mo"

rough eng trans: "i think of whether you've eaten or not, of who's feeding you, of whether or not you're sick. especially since you're so high maintenance/picky/spoiled. who's going to take care of you when you're so high maintenance/picky/spoiled?

god, i just know that caleb spoiled mc rotten—to the point that she's a spoiled princess who likes things a particular way (i.e., the way caleb does it)

and maybe, caleb did it unconsciously since he just wants the best for his pipsqueak, ya know?

but maybe... just maybe, he did it on purpose. maybe he spoiled her to the point of dependency on him. maybe he spoiled her so much that the only person who'd ever be able to take care of her properly and meet her needs and wants was him—the person who set those standards in the first place

just thinking about it makes me feel things HDJSKDK

mc is spoiled, but she's caleb's to spoil! he made her like this so he has to take responsibility frfr

[chskca]

I AM SO SORRY FOR UNDERESTIMATING YOU CALEB 😭😭😭

[tenderyouth]

a small bittersweet detail — all of them are getting married to us at the same place where they were separated from us. sylus is in a chapel, the same one where he and his sorceress were hiding; zayne creates ice platforms for us to walk and dance on as we waltz to the highest floor of the fractal library, caleb’s taking us on a train that pierces through the clouds that float above the amusement park from our shared lucid dream; rafayel rides the waves of pink sea, the same one where we gave him our heart; xavier’s floating above the starfall forest with us before landing safely and asking us to stay with him until the end of time.

[cosmoszyn]

and now we need a part 3 where caleb fixes the mess he made

HAHAHAHAHAHA do we need a part 3, people?!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️

part 1: seven years

part 2: eighth year

update: part 3, a decade.

[hananoami]

Love and Deepspace 1st Anniversary billboard in Time Square~ I AM SOOOO HAPPY I WAS ABLE TO SEE THIS LIVE AND IN PERSON!! 💜 Unfortunately, it wasn't cold enough for snow so it rained instead. However, that didn't deter me from going out to witness this masterpiece, hehe. Thankfully this was an all day billboard with frequent play time so I didn't have to wait long. I plan to upload the four clips I have for Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne, and Xavier soon after I do some audio edits. No Caleb feature this time, but definitely next year!

[vivispost]

uhhh alpha gege who is forcefully locked up and restrained during his rutt so he doesn't hurt his poor little sister with his huge cock... but you just feel so bad hearing your geges grunts and whimpers from the other room... maybe you should go see if he's all right?(৹ᵒ̴̶̷᷄﹏ᵒ̴̶̷᷅৹)

[snowvee]

──── 𝑰𝑫𝑳𝑬

╰ 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃 LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

[wastelcndbby]

closed starter || caleb widogast and astrid becke

please welcome the university’s newest hires!

astrid becke- professor of configuration

caleb would have continued clicking through emails had the very first name not caught his immediate attention. in fact, he read the name twice over just to ensure that his long work day hadn’t effected his brain. a million thoughts ran through his mind, and he was ashamed that many of them erred on the side of negative. you haven’t even spoken to her yet to know her intentions, bren. so that’s what he did.

he was kidding himself, of course. many years had passed since he called astrid a friend, but he knew her. far worse, he knew what she was capable of.

he leaned in her office’s doorway, his arms crossed, almost not believing she was here. “you’ve made quite the space here. it’s very…you.” he noted as he observed the books, the odds and ends that made up astrid becke. “did you place a bet with headmaster dekarios on how long it would take me to notice you were here? or was not telling me just always going to be part of the plan?” he asked, because he always did like to play with fire.

@seccndchances