#cal roberts

[gigglyb3tch]

watched hugh dancy in “the path”, and i’m astounded that there’s nearly nothing to be seen of this show on the internet. it seems to have happened right after hannibal’s ending— i’d have thought it would be more popular.

i’m especially disappointed because hugh’s character in the show, cal, is extremely complex in a way that i suspect other hannibal fans would enjoy. morally dubious with lots of trauma rolled into him.

i won’t say the show is perfect, or even fractionally comparable to hannibal, but hugh’s performance ( among others; it was mostly the writing and pacing that dulled it for me ) was outstanding. overall just kinda sad it’s not more well-known.

[mzumonograham]

[blushingunderwar]

What’s going on with this mf that everyone wants to grab at those little ears. Same.

[kebosadlife]

Cal is an underrated hugh dancy character and the path is one of the best shows he’s been in besides Hannibal where’s my cal Roberts lovers at

[pepsidogonline]

I'm very fixated on him right now and barely no one talks about him online. Where are my cal Robert enthusiasts.

[morgraham]

love when he does this

[insideapollo]

Happy Cal Day! March 30th marks the 9th anniversary since The Path was released so I wanted to make something special for it! 🪜👁️💦

[stagicide]

what i want to happen to cal roberts : a diagram

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Santa for Christmas (DogPath)

Explicit // M/M // Cal Roberts (The Path)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman) // Tags: AU, Cal left Meyerism when he was younger, ex-cult member, Nigel is going legit in the US, divorced dad Cal, teacher Cal, Santa Nigel, bar hook-up, first time, anal sex, Christmas, kid fic, Mall Santa, quiet sex, time skip, happy ending. Prompt fill. 

Cal takes his son to see Santa. Unfortunately Santa is the same man he had a one night stand with a few weeks earlier...

Chapter One (of Two)

Christmas was something Cal still hadn’t quite adjusted too, despite having left the cult almost two decades ago - escaping, as he saw it, the week before he turned twenty. Having been raised in a setting not only devoid of the societal norms found in the rest of the country, it had a whole set of its own. Everything had been an adjustment. In the beginning he had turned to alcohol as a coping mechanism. One that got much worse before it got better.

It had been years since his initial deprogramming, but Christmas remained the most difficult holiday to adjust to. They’d had big celebrations in Meyerism, but none on this scale, none where for at least six weeks there seemed to be nothing else but Christmas. 

He didn’t believe in it - though he didn’t really believe in anything these days. And the fact that he was sure most people who celebrated it, didn’t either, made no difference. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to celebrating a holiday that seemed as fictional as all those he had celebrated in his youth now felt. 

Usually he let the holidays pass him by without much thought. He was personable of course, wishing his students a happy holiday, returning the greetings of his neighbours. But he had no tree, no decorations, no special meal planned. It was just another day. Usually. 

But this year, he had Forrest. 

In the years since he’d left the Meyerist commune, he had attended college, graduated, ended up in a job that sometimes left him emotionally drained to the point of wishing he was back in the cult where he just had to do as he was told.

And he had gotten married and divorced. 

The whole thing had been a mistake. He’d met Mary at a self-help group he helped run for those escaping from the same sort of situation he’d been in. As it happened, Mary had been in exactly the same situation. He’d never met her when he was there, but she was the only other ex-Meyerist he met out in the real world. And initially, that had drawn them together. 

Looking back, he could admit his fault in it all. He had been lonely. The kind of lonely that came with not quite fitting into society, not really understanding society. Being so wholly alien to it. Mary hadn’t been raised Meyerist, but she’d been vulnerable when she’d joined the movement - coming from a home devastated by a tornado and unsettled homelife before that. She’d wanted somewhere to belong and they’d preyed on that. So Cal should have known better than to get involved.

He was an idiot. And so their whirlwind, co-dependent and arguably toxic relationship was all of six weeks old when they got married on the spur of the moment in Vegas, a few days after they found out that she was pregnant. That night had been the first and last time since he got sober that he had gotten blind drunk - taking him back down to zero days. 

It was another six weeks before they both realised they’d made a terrible mistake and decided to go their separate ways. Quite literally in Mary’s case. Her sister had tracked her down and taken her home, somewhere safe and loving. And Cal couldn’t begrudge her that, it just meant that he would be a couple of hours drive away from his son. It wasn’t ideal, but they’d been making it work for five years now, and this was the first Christmas Forrest was staying with Cal. 

That was how Cal had ended up decorating his apartment, buying a tree, and now taking his son to the mall the first day of the winter break. It was very different doing this for Forrest rather than himself. He didn’t believe in Christmas any more than he had before, but it felt meaningful in some way that it never had when he’d been on his own. The way Forrest’s face had lit up just seeing the apartment decorated and being lifted up to place the star on top of the tree, had been worth the effort.

“Santa!” Forrest gleefully proclaimed as they walked hand in hand through the well-adorned mall.

“Yes, Santa,” Cal agreed as he tried to work out where Santa’s Grotto was. He’d already bought gifts for Forrest, and a small one to take back to Mary after the holidays, so the only reason they were in the mall was to see Santa. If they could ever find him!

“Daddy!” Forrest tugged on his hand, his voice full of frustration - not unusual for a five year old, Cal had discovered. “Santa!!” 

Cal looked down to see Forrest was pointing off in the direction of a small queue with festive signs. 

“Great work,” Cal smiled down at him and changed direction to join the queue, which wasn’t actually as small as it looked - it went up and then turned back on itself and so Cal and Forrest had to walk past the grotto itself to join the end of the queue. 

As they did so, Cal looked in, seeing the excited children that were next in line, some teenagers dressed as elves, and then, as the curtain to the grotto pulled back for the next customer, there was Santa sat on a throne. 

Cal stopped dead in his tracks, and for a moment his eyes met Santa’s and a grin formed on the man’s face - almost hidden by the grey beard - before the curtain closed again. 

“Daddy, I want to see Santa!!” Forrest tugged his arm to get him moving again. As they walked to the end of the queue, Cal’s mind was racing, trying to decide whether there were any other malls, or anywhere really that had a Santa’s Grotto. He really didn’t want to do this, he would rather drive for a couple of hours to another mall if that’s what it took. Though, looking down at Forrest, he knew he couldn’t even entertain the idea. 

But Cal really, really, didn’t want to do this. 

Because Santa was Nigel. 

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[hanniballover67]

Look how big his areola are!! Nigel knows they’re for their pubs but some nights he can only get to sleep but licking the sensitive brown flesh around his sinfully perma-peppled nips

[orphicdusk]

All my Hugh Dancy sketches for the character colour wheel I did! Decided to just make a master post instead of individual ones! Hoping to make some of these sticker designs at some point!

[mitz-prompts]

prompt: will refuses to meet his alternate universe brothers

"so you're telling me my doppelgangers are an alcoholic cop who hates women, a literal cult leader, and someone who on paper is the most unprofessional district attorney i've ever heard of in my life?"

"don't forget the autistic fellow with the heart of gold who does astronomy"

will's mouth twists into a sour expression. "okay, him, him i'll meet. i don't want to touch the rest of these bastards."

[kebosadlife]

I need cal Roberts Fics now right this minute please comment some bless Your hearts🙏

[pepsidogonline]

[morgraham]

i stand with my cult leader wives

[insideapollo]

👁️ Cal Roberts 👁️

"You are the true light..."

My beloved Cal!!! 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

I've been continuing on my mission to draw Hugh characters for the month of June to celebrate his 50th birthday! 🥳🎂 🎉