#switch!caleb

[gaybananabread]

OH MY TITANN!!!

EEEE!!

The Evelyn headcanons were so damn cute!!

Can we please get Lee and Ler Caleb headcanons?

Have a nice day! 🫶🏻

🌟~Caleb Tkl Headcanons~🪶

~Aww thank you! Of course, I've been meaning to give the og string-bean some attention. He deserves to smile (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠). Working through my reqs one at a time, oldest to newest. Promise I'm not ignoring y’all, I've got a system. Thank you for the request!~

General:

I think we can all agree that this boy is mostly lee.

With Evelyn, however, he gets a bit bolder and wants to see her smile.

So I'm gonna go lee-leaning switch. Mostly wants to get got, but can leave his girl a giggly mess.

I don't see him and Philip really getting into these fights often, though Caleb’s bro definitely taught him where his worst spots were.

Really only feels like sharing his liking of this with Evelyn.

Lee:

Gets lee moods pretty frequently. Lucky for him, he's got a certain magic user to help him out.

SUPER wiggly lil guy. Kicks his feet, flaps his arms, squirms like there's not tomorrow.

If you think you can handle it, watch for flailing limbs. If not (good choice), it'd be smart to pin him first.

I imagine he's got a decently higher voice than his brother (think Ethan Nestor)

Bright, bubbly giggles and almost childish laughter. Boy's got so many squeak spots, it's adorable (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Worst spots are his feet and knees. Loud, snort-filled laughter if you manage to get him there. Careful, though: he kicks.

Melt spot would have to be his neck.

He adores tickly little kisses there from a certain witch. Some wiggly fingers wouldn't hurt, either.

Since he met Evelyn, he learned that he actually enjoys being tickled quite a bit. It's a fun way to bond, and it's fun to just relax and let his walls down around someone.

Ler:

When he feels like seeing his love smile, this boy gets disastrous ler moods.

By disastrous, I mean he gets stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Loves seeing Evelyn smile and laugh, but it flusters the heck out of him.

If his lee asks for more or says something like “Don't stop!”, he's done for.

Definitely a soft ler. Only goes in harder if specifically asked, and even then he holds back. Boyo doesn't wanna make anyone uncomfortable.

Likes giving tickle hugs/cuddles. Don't be surprised if he comes up behind you and starts squeezing your sides or teasing your neck.

Pretty much only tickles Evelyn, though he'd be comfortable doing it to people he knows decently well.

Masterful aftercare. Long cuddles, little praises, snacks and more.

He's got a special way to make hot cocoa, though he refuses to share his secret. It's well worth the giggle-fest to drink some afterwards.

[trashno0dle]

Actually I lied I need to ramble about one thought in particular before I die.

King's Dad was watching everything the whole time. He was keeping an eye on his son the entire time meaning he was watching the first years of King's life when he was alone, he watched when Eda found him in the rubble of the castle and he must've been so thankful that his son had found company at last, and he made sure he was being well treated and continued to watch him grow throughout the years.

When Luz came the Boiling Isles he watched her too, he watched her development and watched her grow into the person she ultimately became and in turn for holding a deep regard to the Owl Family for looking after his son, he revealed his magic to her (something he tried to keep from Belos for as long as he could, but gave to Luz freely) so she could learn and speak his own language as a thank you for all she had done.

And he finally stopped watching, he finally passed on when he knew King was safe and so were the Isles. He no longer had to live in the In-Between, stuck with the guilt and regret of falsely imprisoning the Collector, kick-starting a chain of events that led everything in motion, a lot like with how Luz held a lot of guilt for playing part in it too. Their guilt is linked, they both felt the same way for actions that weren't entirely their fault because they were tricked.

But another thing I'd like to add, onto the Belos point. Is that King's Dad also probably watched Caleb come into the Isles, he watched him fall in love with the hidden beauty of it all and a Witch along with it. He watched Philip/Belos arrive and watched as he committed so many atrocities, how he murdered his own brother, the one he'd watched and allowed in his world — he desperately tried to hide his magic from Belos for as long as he could. Which is further backed up when Philip says (when talking about the light glyph with Luz) that something was trying to hide it from him (I'm paraphrasing here I don't actually remember what he said, but it was along those lines).

ANYWAY. Yeah. I'm thinking about how not only were we the watchers, but King's Dad was watching with us the whole time too. I guess that's another reason they settled on “Watching and Dreaming” huh.

[essektheylyss]

I just remembered Ludinus telling Caleb outright that Trent "has his uses", and with regard to the Scourger program, which Trent himself designed and pitched, "desperate requirements might call for unsavory methods."

And given that we know now that Ludinus has been singlemindedly focused on the current goals of the Ruby Vanguard for a lot longer than the program would've been in existence, I'm just imagining a timeline in which Caleb and Beau had not gotten the program shuttered in 836 PD, and that entire force of highly-conditioned, high level arcane assassins was simply at Ludinus's disposal.

[iloveundertaesooomuch]

Gays go to the lake

and this is what happens-

(And, just to be clear, yes, Caleb wears fake elf-ears. IT IS A DISGUISE.)

[celebritybodyswaps]

The Great Celebrity Shift pt7 : Caleb Coffee

(Justin To Caleb) :

I woke up one morning in the body of my dreams. This body was way hotter and more fit than mine. I had been waiting for the shift to see what new body i would get.

And i ended up in Caleb Coffees body.

I mean i love this body. Its has everything. Plus since he lives in Hawaii i am basically on vacation everyday. I also get to show off this body everyday. Its a dream. I have all the money i want. I have an amazing home its my best life.

I love this body. Everywhere i go i am noticed. I love how hot and cute this body is. I could have never imagined having this body. The shift has really helped me. Now i just have to be an influencer. Who knows maybe i can coach people to get their dream bodies.

[a-hobit]

I'd imagine Canon Belos meeting switchedAU Luz and being shocked that she treats her Hunter much better than he treats his, and she fires back with "What, like it's hard?"

REAL SHED ROAST HIS ASS.

“…it doesn’t fill you with rage when they act unlike their ortet would? When they disobey you you don’t put them out of their misery or discipline them as you would have been by the church??”

“Don’t wave Caleb! Nasty ass old man…nasty…”

[sergeantsporks]

I'm sharing my Ideas and Concepts for the Swap AU, actually

Phillip and Caleb are modern day

They're orphaned brothers still, but Caleb is 7-10 years older than Phillip in this AU

Caleb and Phillip were "They are A Set, Do Not Separate" in the system, kicking up a fuss and generally making themselves unadoptable if someone tried to only adopt one of them. Once Caleb aged out (he'd already gotten a job at 16 and had been saving up), he said "Okay, I'm next of kin, taking my orphaned brother with me :)"

As previously mentioned, Phillip is into witchhunting as a concept. Caleb's like "Okay, harmless enough, he understands magic isn't real and most of this was fearmongering/politics/paranoia." It's not your average interest, but it makes him happy, and that's what's important.

Caleb befriends and eventually starts dating a young woman called Evelyn. Phillip thinks she's sketchy, but he doesn't actually have any proof or reasoning other than "vibes" and he's like 93% he's just jealous that his brother is connecting other people which is CRINGE of him, and she makes Caleb happy so whatever. He has a sort of [side eyes] relationship with her. She's trying to befriend him. He's trying for Caleb but thinks she's suspicious still

Caleb tells Pip he's planning to propose. Phillip freaks out at the idea of that change and inviting someone else so completely into their lives, and he runs off

He spots Evelyn hanging around at the old house and follows her, thinking "wait, maybe she really is up to something"

He follows her into the demon realm

Oh, his brother's fiance is a witch

Oh, his brother's fiance is a witch

He makes a grab for the key, bolts for it to get home and leave her in the isles forever, but he sorta. Loses the key in the chaos that is "First Time In The Isles Is Disorienting and Dangerous." Oops!

Now they're both stranded from Caleb/Evelyn's main source of income (human stuff stand, not Caleb, lol)! Well, too bad, Evelyn, you've been roleswapped with Eda. Added intrigue of having already known and having a funky relationship with your new kid. You two WILL learn to get along.

The coven system isn't REALLY a thing? Like, there are different kinds of magics, and tracks are taught separate as their own fields rather than mixed, and there are still "coven heads" as experts (the hexsquad, mostly, plus assorted other Hexsidians for the remaining uncovered tracks) but you can multitrack and learn a little of everything if you want

Evelyn is a wanted criminal on the isles just like Eda; Luz needs the key for the titan's blood so that she can free the Collector, rather than needing the door itself

[thebest-medicine]

Day 23: Incoherent

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Fjord, brief lee!Jester

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Fjorester my beloved. I need their silly energy in my life. Little snippet of Jester tickling Fjord and then asking him to do the same to her (a lil fluff, a little sexy, whatever ya feel *eyebrow waggle*)

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“Ah. Oh no. No- no Jessie- ahaHAWAIT!” Fjord squealed before descending into giddy laughter. 

“Wait? What do you want me to wait for?” Jester asked innocently — her fingers, on the other hand, were quite guilty of the quick, nimble scribbling they’d begun inflicting on Fjord’s sides.

His head shook side to side against the pillow beneath it, occasionally bumping into his elbows on either side. His arms twitched and pulled against the silks tethering them to their bed above his head. Jester’s fingers sent electric tingles up his bared torso everywhere they touched. They plucked at his sides and then began spidering wildly over his belly. 

“Aha- I can’t- I hehehehe- AHAHAHA AHH NOHOHOHO- THAHAT TICKLES! THAT TICKLES HAHA- AHAHA JESS!” 

“Well, duh, Fjord! It’s supposed to tickle!” 

The next few minutes were hazy — fuzzy in the best sort of way. Jester was smiling at him, tickling and teasing him to bits. She brought out so much in him that he hadn’t expected, and she had so many silly, wonderful ideas for expressing affection. In the midst of one, she squeezed at his hips a few times, getting a yelp for her efforts.

“I can’t believe how cute you are when you’re getting tickled Fjord! Your face is so cute! I have to draw it for you some time.” 

“NOHOHOHO!” Fjord cried through his cackles.

Jester’s grin widened as she got an idea. A few more quick squeezes to Fjord’s abdomen and she pushed up, hauling herself off of his hips and running over to her sketch book. 

Fjord took a few deep breaths, some broken up with lingering laughter, and stared at the ceiling as he happily accepted the short break. “Wh- what are you planning now?” He asked — sounding a little teasing and giddy, and a lot nervous.

Jester spun around, a smirk on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. In her hand, she held up her sketching pencil. 

Fjord swallowed, watching her. His giggling started back up again. 

Jester perched atop him, eyes hungry. He felt his stomach twist with anticipation, excitement, and nerves. She took the pencil in her hand as though to start a lovely drawing, except that she had the pointy end up. 

Fjord shook his head. Jester nodded encouragingly, the hand not holding her pencil grabbed at the top of his underwear and pulled the waistband down a bit. She lightly drug the back of the pencil back and forth over his hip. Fjord gasped and burst into giggles. His legs kicked out on the bed behind Jester. 

“Ahaha no- nonono!” Fjord whined. 

“Yes yes yes!” Jester chirped in response. She drew figures and circles and whimsical patterns all over the lower section of his tummy, the front of his ribs and chest, his sides, and even up into his armpits and along his neck. 

Tracing the pencil along each rib on one side as she made her way back down to his sides, Jester started wiggling and pinching along the other side of his torso with her free hand. 

Fjord’s laughter grew louder as he wriggled side to side at her two fronted assault. His smile could cause bones to melt, but his laugh was like a cannonball of delight. It was the sort of gut-deep, boisterous sound that ricocheted off the walls of the ship like thunder - and it was impossible for Jester not to grin in the middle of the storm. 

Dropping her pencil, she made a sound of delight and started scribbling up his sides. Fjord wheezed and cackled, his eyes squeezed shut with tears in the corners of them. 

Fjord was already pretty far gone, but he still reacted viscerally to the sound of Jester sucking in a deep breath. “NO- NAHAHAHA NOOO NAHAHOT THAT!” He pleaded.

“Aww, are you too ticklish?” 

“STAHAHAHOP HAHA NO- JES DON’T DO IHIHIHIT!” Fjord wailed.

“Oh alright… I’ll just give you a couple raspberries. Let me know if it tickles too much, okay Fjord?” 

Her fingers continued to scribble and crawl their way from his hips to his armpits, which would have had him in plenty of hysterics on its own. Her lips, adding poison to the dagger, pressed down softly on the middle of his belly before she let out a loud, ticklish vibration against his abs. 

Fjord pretended to ignore the shriek that fell from his lips when she started, and each additional squealing wail that followed when she continued.

“NAHA- STAH- I CAN’T AHHH HAHA AHAHAA-” His thundering cackles quickly devolved into shouts and gasps between wails of desperate laughter. 

 It wasn’t until her nails began to scratch unbearably under both of his arms and she decided to blow her next raspberry on his side that Fjord cried out “SP-SPRINKLE!” between hoarse booms of laughter. 

Jester withdrew with a grin, sitting upright over him and taking in his exasperated, ravaged state. “Wow, you did really good Fjord! I was pretty mean..” She winked. 

Fjord felt a blush rise to his cheeks in spite of his already warm face. “Heh, thanks.”

“Okay.” Jester leaned in, peppering his cheeks with kisses as she untied the silks from his wrists, leaving the restraints hooked up to the bed. “Okay, okay! Me next!!”

Blissed out smile on his face, Fjord took his jelly arms and wrapped them around Jester’s wiggling form, pulling her in close for a cuddle. “You’re too good at that.” He mumbled as he pulled her in to be the little spoon, both of them still giggling. “I’m so tired now, I need to nap first.” He sighed dramatically, closing his eyes as his legs wrapped around Jester’s. 

He pretended to start snoring, exaggerated and loud, and Jester squealed adorably. Then, “sleep-walking” fingers began to trace ticklish paths around Jester’s ribs and sides, over to her stomach, down near her hips. 

“Ah ehehe Fjord!” Jester squeaked out as she giggled harder. 

A loud snoring sound, and then Fjord mumbled. “Fjord’s sleeping.”

“Nohohoho he’s nohot! Fjord’s tickling!”

Another fake snore. “No he’s not. He’s sleeping.” Jester felt him take a deep breath, chest rising to press further into her back. A long, exaggerated snore. “But when he wakes up. He’s really gonna get you.” 

“Hehe hehehee oh nohoho-” 

[innytoes]

Leverage + JATP crossover AU?? Like. Imagine Eliot and Sophie specifically having to deal with Caleb Covington

-I am so tickled by this idea. Like, they didn't even die, they're still alive. Like, you know that if ghosts were real, at least Sophie and Eliot would know. Parker too, but she's just like: um what's the big deal? They're just people who died. They're still awkward to talk to. (She is pissed about the whole, they can walk through walls and don't set off alarms thing, but then she realises they can't actually steal stuff so it's fine.)

-Parker has 100% heard someone skateboarding through an empty museum while she was stealing a painting, and just been like: that's none of my business.

-Nate never knew about the ghosts because everyone who did agreed it would send him off the deep end trying to get his son back.

-Somehow, Sophie got into the club (as a guest while grifting) and somehow managed to avoid the whole 'Caleb steals your soul' thing and he's still mad about it.

-You know she 100% enjoyed the show, though. She was sad she had to slip out to finish her whole grift before midnight.

-Eliot knows about Area 51/52, he knows about the Ghosts, okay. Moreau 100% had dealings with Caleb. Eliot totally had a stare off with Caleb's Chair Twink. No he will not have anything to drink, he's bodyguarding and also his Granny taught him better than to accept food or drink from what may or may not be one of the Fair Folk.

-Hardison is NOT OKAY when he learns about the ghosts. He is even less okay when he realises the others all KNEW.

-Breanna is just super stoked that the Phantoms in Julie and the Phantoms are real ghosts.

-Things hit the fan when they realise Caleb Covington owns the soul of Willie. Either Sophie or Eliot recognises him in an old photo album Nana was showing the team (much to Hardison's embarrassment because she was showing them his old tween pictures).

-Because Willie was one of Nana's foster kids. He was only with her for a few months before he got hit by that car, but he was One of Theirs and the fact that his soul is trapped is Not Okay.

-Let's go steal back a Willie.

[stinkrascal]

pick 8 pictures from pinterest for standstill!! (a moodboard)

heyyy so im actually really awful at moodboards but i do save pictures of things that inspire standstill so heres some of those! sorry they arent like aesthetically cohesive. standstill talks about a lot of different themes all neatly tied together w the thin thread of a romance plot so sometimes it's hard to describe those in a way that feels coherent, even in picture form. hopefully u get the idea though 👍

[critrolesideblog]

Caleb closes his eyes tightly and presses his thumb and forefinger against them in an attempt to allieviate the headache settling in behind them. It is 2:53 in the morning, and the dimly-lit runes and diagrams on the desk in front of him are beginning to blur together.

"Mrrrow."

His eyes fly open again to find the dainty, round face of his cat, Minka, mere inches from his own. "Oh, hallo," he chuckles, and she squawks at him reprovingly before leaning forward and brushing her cheek against his beard. He scratches under her chin and runs his hand along the length of her back. Her fur is comprised of splotches, daubs, and streaks of dark black, bright orange, light brown, and snow white that make her look as if she rolled around in Jester's paints. Her olive green eyes gaze at his a moment before--

"Mrrrp." She hops lightly down off the desk and trots across the study, her little paws picking their way delicately around the runes etched into the floor. The walls of the room are primarily occupied with a patchwork of shelves housing his physical collection of books, save for one wall that sports his desk, Essek's desk, a cabinet of spell components. A slate board on wheels is pushed to one side of the room, obscuring his battered collection of arcane primers, the worse for wear for their many stints in the hands of Wildemount Wildlings. Minka pauses in the doorway and looks back at him. "MrrOW," she demands, loudly.

"Hm? Was ist es?"

She meows again, even more loudly, taking a small step further into the hallway then turning around to see if he plans to follow.

Caleb glances back over the papers and books strewn across the desk and, feeling the ache throb behind his eyes, supposes a little break couldn't hurt. He rises from the chair, stretching a little this way and that, and shuffles across the study floor. "Okay, was willst du?"

Minka chirps as she rounds the corner and leads him the short distance down the hallway to the bedroom. The room itself is rather plain, as it mostly serves as a convenient place to set up the Tower, but it does contain a bed in a simply-carved oak frame, a matching chest of drawers, and an empty, pine wardrobe. The bed is topped with two pillows and a knitted blanket of variegated oranges and purples. He only sleeps here on the nights that he has exhausted his reserves with classes and experiments, but Minka counts it as a treat each time. She walked into his home one evening, inviting herself in as he arrived home from class, and saw fit to stay. But despite many intervening months and much coaxing, she still regards the Tower and the fae cats that live there with ample suspicion.

She hops up onto the bed and noses at the top edge of the blanket before meowing demandingly.

"Ja, ja, ich komme," he yawns as he shuffles across the bedroom. He lifts up the blanket for her, but she only meows again. He supposes he could rest his eyes for just a moment and slides under the covers, settling on his side. Minka follows suit, turning around and around under the blanket before lying down and placing her chin daintily on the pillow next to him, closing her eyes with a look of satisfaction. He reaches up to stroke the rabbit-soft fur behind her ears, which elicits an almost-silent squeak of a meow, and thinks, I will only rest my eyes for a moment, as he drifts off to the deep rumble of her purr.

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A little ficlet inspired by own bossy girl who insisted on a little lie down this afternoon

[dennydreadful]

Had a fever dream bc I have the plague about a deeply unhealthy polycule of Dave bunny and caleb and they kept trying to commit murders but the people they tried to kill would get so put off by their dynamic that they just killed themsellves instead

lol that's extremely close to what I had in mind for a potential sequel

(hope you get well soon!)

[berisims]

I ABSOLUTELY NEED TO ASK 🐰 FOR CALEB AND MORGYN, PLEASE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR AMAZING CONTENT

🐰: OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal

THIS IS LONG OVERDUE, BUT HERE GOES!

Also, thank you so much, that's so sweet ;;

And a little bonus with them being ✨💖Affectionate💖✨

[iloveundertaesooomuch]

The Fun Gang!!!

Empress Luzura AU by @talisman975

How can I say that I love this funky stupid teens without screeming my lungs out?? I cant-

Caleb is SUCH good protag for this AU! Like- I like how complex and imperfect he is, changing throughout the story, both for better and for worse in the same time! His agrst in the "s3" is SO GOOD!! I am ready to scream!!

He reminds me so much of myself and the mistakes I have made. It is great to see him grow and learn, finding the understanding and love, but also the strength to live in reality, not hiding into his escapism fanazies anymore.

Truly, an artist with good intentions, but with bad understanding of how world works.

Now, to adress da gays in the room. I LOVE Alador and Darius!! They are such a mood! They remind me of the real teens I see everyday. They do silly things, they want to have fun, be dorks! Catch some problems on their butt!

(Especially when Aladors status as a son of a Abomination coven head official helps them escame a lot of problems.)

Alador is an insecure soft bean. He needs help to open up and allow himself to be silly sometimes. Alador is just a kid, he doesnt need to act like a grown up just because he is a son of someone important. He also needs to overcome his insecurity about learning only two tracks, when it is "the more the better" mentality with a lot of expectations put on him.

Darius is someone Alador partially looks up to, because he is so awesome and cool and bold (totally not gay feelings to have)! A son of a nobody, that just appeared in the school and never left Aladors mind.

But at first - Alador and Darius are just friends. Shhh, it is a slowburn.

Darius has a problem with feeling clean. And I dont mean it only litteraly. Looking like he always knows what to say, what to do, confident, strong and unbreakable. Keep his image clean. Be perfect to be short.

It isnt because Darius is egotistical, but just because he learned that weakness is easily spotted by people sorrounding him. So not displaying your imperfections is the best way to drift bad people away for the time being. "Freeze your brain" moment for me there.

[spottedenchants]

fluffy lil 400 word bit inspired by this post @essekthelysssideblog :3

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Essek has had many faces; between them, even more names.

Among his favorites are those wrapped in jests and in teases, in kind intent nevertheless.

‘Twinkle Toes’ dresses in a faint brogue, while ‘Essie’ stays in a softened shrill tone. ‘Man’, gruff enough in a way he can comfortably withstand, and ‘big guy’, gently rumbles from one twice him in dimension. ‘Best friend’, shortened to ‘bestie’, laced in bouncing vowels.

‘Friend’, ‘my friend’, shared between a placid drawl, a light sea-sway, and a thicker, now-sleepy lilt.

And now in the last, though not quite new, the newest:

“Dear.”

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The word itself is a smile, the syllable of it nothing but sweet.

“Another to the list?”

Essek asks, unnecessarily, given the grin glinting in his dear friend’s pretty blue gaze.

A threaded blessing like the rest, Essek sets aside this title’s very own crafted space.

“It is you, hm?”

Fingertips trace along his cheek. The whisper, the planes of his face.

Pads follow warm to the well-worn homes of kisses, the different paths they all may take.

Greetings. Goodbyes.

The ‘do better’s, the ‘come back’s.

The very best in this moment: the ‘please stay’s.

“What do you think?”

A great many things, all tricky to phrase, so as always, Essek weaves in this one, too.

“Caleb Widogast…”

That suffices, a crystalline success as Essek draws out a simple chuckle; he catches it like a butterfly, a quieting brush betwixt.

By now, he needn’t say much else to convey this trickling depth of delight.

Even still, he does try, for Caleb is well worth every effort.

“Very well. Call me as you would like.”

But Caleb peers, clicks his tongue.

“So formal.”

A teasing curl to his mouth, like a taste isn’t quite enough to sate.

Well, certainly a challenge can’t stand.

“Caleb Widogast.”

His name honey, Essek glazes it to Caleb’s lips.

Smile toothy, Caleb backs.

“My friend?”

“Silly man.”

And again Essek leans, unresisted.

Caleb tuts.

“Needs must.”

“Ridiculous man.”

Once more, Essek meets him, and this Caleb parts with a laugh.

“But of course, my dear. And your thoughts?”

A little sigh, nuzzled close; Essek returns exactly to where they began.

In a silent reply, he gifts Caleb yet another kiss, this one up, soft between brows.

And he smiles, affection’s roots having grown ocean-deep in his chest.

“You know, given time… I think that it just might do.”

[dent-de-leon]

Have you seen the Heroes and Villains shirts that are being released in connection with the liveshow?

I did but I am also trying not to think about it cause Kingsley isn't on them with the rest of the Nein and as soon as I saw that my heart just dropped ;;