#cal coded

[flyndragon]

I love the idea of jedi babies with psychometry just.... latching onto random things that have good memories attached and carrying it around like a teddy bear. Like baby Quin found a spatula with a memory of a kid and their parent lovingly making cookies in it and he slept with a dollar store spatula for the next 3 years. Cal found some silverware that a happy group of friends used for all of their special occasions, so his pockets end up full of comfort spoons. and forks. and butter knives.

[bon-sides-sw]

Bode's used to it at this point

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[stealingpotatoes]

some no context spyscrapper shit from the cult of cal kestis server <3

[misty-petals]

It was just a baby

Yang Jae-Won x Reader

Pt.1

English is not my first language.

Summary: difficult moment in medical residency shakes everything up. But with Jae-won by her side, she discovers that she doesn't have to face the pain alone.

The file landed in your hands like any other. But just one quick read was enough for a knot to form in your throat.

20-week pregnancy. Termination due to maternal risk. History of two pregnancies with congenital heart defects.

And then: fetal blood collection for genetic study.

You knew what that meant. You knew what you’d have to do.

But when your eyes landed on the last line of the report, your chest locked up.

“Sample will be collected after birth.”

— "I'm sorry, sunbae… I don't know if I can do this."

Your voice came out muffled. The supervisor simply nodded, understanding. She didn’t push you.

You walked out slowly, avoiding eye contact. Entered the locker room, sat down in silence, and stayed there for a few minutes without moving. Face buried in your hands, lab coat still on, heart in pieces.

That’s when you heard footsteps. Not loud, but familiar.

When you looked up, you saw Jae-won standing in the doorway, concern on his face.

— “What’s wrong? You look pale.”

You hesitated, then shook your head.

— “It’s a procedure. A baby... he’s going to be born today, but he won’t survive.”

The pause came like a trapped sob.

—“And I... I have to collect a blood sample after he dies. It’s for a genetic test.”

Jae-won didn’t say anything right away. He calmly approached, crouched in front of you, and looked into your eyes.

— “Do you want me to stay with you?”

That was it. A simple question. No judgment.

And in that moment, you knew—you couldn’t do this alone.

⁠ ᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥ

The delivery room was quiet when you entered. The mother’s muffled crying echoed like a distant lament. The baby had already been born—too small, too fragile.

You froze for a second when you saw the tiny body wrapped in a pale cloth. The nurse held him gently, and for a brief moment, his little arms moved.

He breathed. Slow, fragile.

It was life. However brief, it was still life.

Your eyes welled up, but you didn’t let go.

Minutes later, the baby stopped moving. The monitor hadn’t even been turned on—there was nothing that could be done. And that’s when your role began.

— "Everything’s ready, doctor," one of the residents murmured.

You put on your gloves with hands trembling from the inside. Beside you, Jae-won kept his gaze steady and kind. He didn’t get too close, but he was there. Present. Steady.

Gently, you unwrapped the baby’s arm. His skin was thin, almost translucent. You searched for the vein carefully, took a deep breath, and focused on every step you’d learned.

The needle went in.

The blood came slowly.

Throughout the entire procedure, your thoughts were a silent avalanche.

“He was still a baby... he breathed… he existed…”

When it was over, you slowly removed the needle. Cleaned with care. Wrapped him again. And stood there for a moment, looking at that tiny, calm face—like he was just sleeping.

You swallowed hard.

— “Thank you for staying” — you whispered, without looking to the side.

Jae-won didn’t reply. He simply reached out and gently touched your back, in a quiet gesture of comfort.

ᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥᴥ⁠ᴥᴥᴥ

Hours later, you were both sitting behind the hospital, where no one usually passed by. The sun was starting to set, painting the sky in soft tones, as if the world itself was asking for silence in respect.

— “I thought about quitting today,” —you said quietly. — “I thought… I’m not strong enough for this.”

Jae-won slowly turned to face you.

—“You know what I thought while we were in that room?”

You looked at him, curious.

—“That you were strong from beginning to end. You didn’t freeze, you didn’t run, and you treated that baby with all the care in the world. That… is more than strength. That’s humanity.”

You blinked quickly, feeling your eyes burn again.

—“But it hurt so much…”

— “Yeah.” — He nodded. — “And it’ll keep hurting for a while. But you’re not alone, okay?”

This time, it was you who reached out. And he held your hand. Firmly.

And when your fingers intertwined with his, you felt that familiar warmth—that touch that said “I’m here” without needing words.

— “Hold me,” —you murmured, barely audible.

Jae-won moved closer, and you rested your head on his shoulder. The hug came steady, firm, filled with quiet affection. Your chest against his, the sound of his heartbeat anchoring your pain.

He kissed the top of your head softly.

— “It’ll pass,”— he whispered. —“And when it doesn’t, I’ll hold it with you.”

And there, in the warmth of that silent, steady embrace, you felt like maybe—you could keep going.

Note: I got the idea to write this story after watching episode 4 of "Resident Playbook", which, so far, I found to be the saddest. The scene with the 20-week-old baby, when the mother has to undergo an induced labor for the second time, touched me deeply. The protagonist, even without being emotionally prepared, had to collect the baby's blood. When she picked him up in her arms and saw him move, knowing that he wouldn't survive because he was too small, it was impossible not to be moved. This scene stayed in my mind and ended up becoming inspiration. Of course the story is not identical to the episode, but that's where the idea came from. Thank you very much to those who read and liked it!

[shewolfofvilnius]

"wait you ship Rolan's brother Cal. the Peacemaker. the nice one. the kind man. You ship Cal with Lae'zel?!""

Yes the fuck I do they are precious and hilarious together.

Also, Lae'zel of Creche K'liir being cast out of her home, persecuted, abandoned, and desperately needing to keep peace around the sociopaths she's found herselves traveling with...that is literally Cal's story (c'mon, ROLAN AND LIA?!?!) just greener. And what does she do with that pain and hurt? She fights for those she cares about, but she also's a peacemaker (SHE GETS THE GITH'ZERAI TO COME TO PEACE TALKS IN THE EPILOGUE FFS) and continually gives those around her the best advice in the game. She and Cal are two peas in a pod.

And we know that Lae'zel respects a fighter and Cal survived Avernus for the gods' sakes. The man has literally been to the Hells and back and survived. If you survived Avernus, you were either really good at hiding (not really), really good at fighting (he's one of the better fighters of the Elturians), or REALLY good at building community and collaboration for safety and numbers (he's the one true peacemaker of the refugees).

Lae'zel is strong where Cal is soft - but also vice-versa. Cal tends to project an external softness but internally is one of the most determined and resolute characters we live in the game - in fact, he's the ONLY one of the siblings who doesn't ultimately lose the plot if the other two die. Rolan turns on you, Lia kills herself, but Cal goes on living - just away from game action.

Lae'zel is tough enough to start a revolution against Vlaakith, but left alone she's the softest and most poetic of the entire group. Admiring sunsets, turning defiance into poetry, offering advice and compassion to other companions as they go through their struggles. Once she gets over her issue with Shadowheart and assuming she turns against Vlaakith, she's EASILY the emotional core of the entire team.

And in a timeline where Lae'zel takes the egg, where she becomes Xan's mother: Aside from maybe Halsin or Act 3 Mayrina, Cal is THE character in this entire game most clearly emotionally mature and resourceful and determined and loving enough to become a parent. And you KNOW he and Lae'zel will lead that kid towards a world where the Gith and where the people of this plane can live in cooperation and peace. Just like his parents.

They're perfect for each other. (Edit: I already wrote them once and I plan to do so again)

[moldsporr]

Doodles I stuck 2 da wall of a science museum

[calypsolemon]

I'm not a fish, I am a stone

A playlist about two journeys back

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE | LISTEN ON NEOCITIES

1.Titanic Risen - Weyes Blood 2.Sea Birds - Burning Hearts 3.Geysir Nationale - Gregory & The Hawk 4.Jellyfish - Vashti Bunyan 5.Divers - Joanna Newsom 6.Mearcstapa - Fleet Foxes 7.Frebeight - Gregory & The Hawk 8.Dark Water - Astana 9.When We Were That What Wept For The Sea - Colin Stetson 10.Close to None - Future Islands

[calilk]

"You may not rest now there are monsters nearby'. The message flashes in the corner of Pearl’s consciousness - far too bright, too much for pricking red rimmed eyes. The air around her is still. Silent. Empty. Tilly dozes, curled and oh so small. The earth and its shambling forms is far, far below. Pearl is alone. One explanation remains. Her throat is dry and she cannot stay her rabbiting heart.

The fear is ever present, thrumming through her code, tripping strings, sending false positives domino-ing through every skien of her being. The lines ensnare her, mind tangled in a trawlnet of commands. Pinning back her eyelids and jerking her arm away as her fingertips barely brush cotton as though scalded. Her eyelid twitches. Sleep is elusive.

As the nights pass her bags grow deeper, cheeks hollowing and sockets sinking ever more. The puddles at her feet are something to be feared, revealing fragments of a creature that follows her every move.

Phantoms gather around her. Drifting dust motes. Aimless and docile. Drawn but unable to attack one their own.

The air is thick. Thoughts flow like molasses, catching on the corners of her consciousness. The dust covered bed in the corner of the room draw her eyes like a magnet, inevitable, all consuming, the taunt of another, happier life, her feeble focus sharpened to a fine point, to her hopes her dreams everything she could never be encapsulated in untouched sheets and the fine freshly spun cotton. Her left eyelid will not stop twitching.

It's strange, she thinks in a sluggish sort of way, trying to pin down her gently roiling brain onto one topic, like attempting to catch a leaf skipping along the ground. The eddies of the wind catch it in its fingers and swing it into a flowing foxtrot, ghosting around her mind, diverging and converging and flowing and tumbling and landing and.

Those around her seem completely unaffected by her monstrous self.

The detail lodges in the back of her mind in an unconscious sort of way at first. Registered by a mindless datalogger. Uncomprehending. As she ghosts past Martyn, bathed in moonlight, fumbling brain feebly to string together some sort of comprehensible sentence. Fingers twitching. So close to contact. A millennia away.

She doesn’t quite remember what she said, mouth running unprompted, but it must’ve been wrong. All she is is wrong. He turns. Any camaraderie in shreds, the could’ve beens sliding across her inner sight, light polluted fragments of peace and belonging dissected and diagnosed for any possible mistake, incisions stitched and unstitched and sewn and shredded: jealousy and desperation and the ever present syrupy melancholy are a poor bonding agent. Who would entertain something less than human. Why let the monster in. He entombs himself in sheets to avoid her. Cocooned and held in a way she could never be. He sleeps.

Moonlight guides her to her fortification. Back. Home? Rough hewn fur that leans into her hand. Belonging despite the chasm between them. Warmth. Skin deep, but warmth all the same. The warmth leaves. Curls up. Sleeps. How could a monster ever perform such a painfully human act? Even without the- wait. he sleeps he sleeps he slee

He sleeps?

[founddeadonbestgoredotcom]

Hey chat…. how do we feel about ADHD Cal x Autistic OCD Andre

[kindahoping4forever]

💕🤘🏻🍻💕

[inafieldofdaisies]

Last Line Tag | Tagged by @ellswips and @socially-awkward-skeleton ❤️

"See. I was right about the rain." John's lips quirked up into a smirk as he reached out to grab her hand and pull her along to keep up with his pace, "Yes, my little weather forecaster. Right, as with so many other things." Sabrina's pointed look just made him let out a laugh, "You're way too cheery, Seed. I expected misery, not-", she waved her free hand in his direction, "this." "We're almost at the dock, Deputy. About to submerge ourselves in more water, rain's only speeding up the process." "You're not about to make a 'wet' joke, are you?" A dark look came over his features and dissipated as quickly with a shake of his head, "You've been around Hartley far too much." "Jealous?", she couldn't help poking him a little. "Yes, I've been dying to hang out with him. Ever since he set my lawn on fire. A fiery "NO". Original." She couldn't decide if the glances she kept stealing his way or the casual statement were at fault for how her foot caught on a rock along their path, threatening her balance if it wasn't for his grip, "WHAT?" "He denied it, of course, claimed innocence.", John waved the idea off, "Like I don't have him on tape-"

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[shitpostingkats]

I can't believe that in their second meeting, Yusaku (15) used the ultimate Dad Phrase on Kolter (23)

[mikanear]

[andre-and-cal]

So uh sawry for the spam posts but I just realized that they r basically our Romeo and Juliet !! And Ben Coccio is Shakespeare !!

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Lawyering through fandoms: Impossibility in contract law

When you become a Jedi, you have to give up all attachments as part of the Code. This includes romance as that is an attachment to your partner, which is why Anakin Skywalker kept his marriage to Padme Amidala a secret.

Under contract law, a party can raise an impossibility defense when an unforeseen event occurs after the contract is made which makes performance impossible. If this happens, impossibility can be used to excuse non-performance (basically, you don’t have to abide by the terms of the contract anymore).

Now, let’s say the Jedi Code is the contract you sign when you become a Jedi and the no-attachments rule is one of the terms. Well…Vader and the Empire destroyed the Jedi Order. Vader’s actions were unforeseeable since who the fuck expected Anakin to just wipe everyone out. Thus, we can say that anyone who signed up to be a Jedi no longer has to be bound by the Code since performance is impossible.

So, when this happens with Cal Kestis and Merrin:

Cal is all good since he has an impossibility defense, just in case some Jedi veteran asshat sues him by claiming he’s gone against the Jedi Code. In fact, Cal even says that the Order is gone and he’s not bound to the Code anymore.

(There, I justified Merrical on a legal basis LOL)

[willowsfanarts]

I'm okay to never know - latest artwork