#thank god for caleb

[dnd-shows-have-my-soul]

Seriously Liam,,,,

[essektheylyss]

It remains so funny to me that Caleb's idea of 'settled' is definitely "stirring up revolutionary talk in the capital like a 19th century philosophy professor while his wanted criminal boyfriend shows up on his front porch once a week in the flimsiest disguise imaginable." Icon shit.

[bumblingbabooshka]

idk if you know the semi-nonsexual lesbian centric throuple scene from the gay and wondrous life of caleb gallo (this one here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=g02pDtAJOuk) but that’s somehow the janeway/chakotay/tuvok vibe to me. starfleet-centric semi-nonsexual throuple. harry’s caleb in this scenario of course

He's IN this Relationship.

[theoriginalladya]

WIP-it Snippet

Gotta love Discord servers that can take something aggravating - autocorrect 'correcting' the word nudge to nude - and turn it into something ridiculous and, in the end, useful...

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“Nudge it,” Shepard suggests as he pitches his voice down to where Kaidan is kneeling. Kaidan nods, reaching out to do so but not before Coats sputters, “What did you just say?” Three pairs of eyes shift from the body to him.  Shepard’s brows crease in confusion.  “What?” Abby walks over to Coats and snaps her fingers in front of his face.  “You okay there, soldier?” He swats her arm away and she laughs, but then he says, “I swear I thought you said ‘nude’.” Shepard fights back a strangled laugh and Kaidan glances away.  Even Abby looks as if she’s struggling not to choke.  Eventually, she manages to rasp out, “Soldier, you need to get your ears checked.  This isn’t 007: Tits To Die For.” Coats mutters something unintelligible and heads back over to keep an eye outside the door.

[aeoris4lovers]

caleb’s post-campaign life makes me so emotional. his cozy little house with a garden where he can grow green beans again and his ability to finally let the past rest and finally see his old home again and his guest lectures with students that hang onto his every word as he teaches him the things he was never taught and his youngest student who probably thinks he’s the coolest uncle in the world and his loving partner who’s on the run like he was once but always has a safe warm place to come back to because of him and his old friends finally free alongside him after trying so hard to get them out and his friend sister helping him make their home a better place like he always wanted and his friends family that he brings together again every month and the love and happiness and peace he spends the rest of his life surrounded by. it’s everything he could ever ask for and everything he thought he would never deserve and it’s all because he found a family that loved him fiercely and refused to give up on him and it means so so much to me.

[nikatyler]

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[thatonesadending]

How Caleb got that silly red ribbon

(I had to take a break from editing the 16,000 words I have yet to post for my main fic, and this happen) Established Essek/Caleb + feelings about Molly/Kingsley 

Angst/Pining/Not really a happy ending/open ending - Mild Mighty Nein Reunion Spoilers

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“I don’t know why you insist on wearing this thing, but if you must, at least insure that it is straight,” Essek sighed dramatically, leaning into Caleb in front of the others, pointedly ignoring their snickers and whispers while he adjusted the red bow at Caleb’s collar.

“Nothing about him is straight, Essek. You should know that,” Beau teased from the bean bag she was sharing with Yasha, pulled into the circle of furniture in the salon where the Nein had gathered for their first of many monthly gatherings in the Tower. 

Essek ignored her goating. They hadn’t made their relationship public yet, but there was increasingly less of a point to it since it was fairly obvious to everyone, especially since the spymaster elf could not contain his sly smile as he smooth his hands down Caleb’s shoulders after correcting the crooked bow and making the human blush. 

“It’s a tie,” Caleb offered as an excuse even though he knew none was needed for the playful ribbing.

“I may not be an expert in Empire fashions, but I am quite certain that this is not a tie,” Caleb opened his mouth to argue, but Essek swiftly stopped him by continuing, “and do not insult bow ties by insinuating that is one.”

“My students like it.”

“They like having something to snicker at,” Essek flicked one of the ends of the red ribbon before smiling into his half drunk glass of wine. It was good to see him like this, relaxed and enjoying himself. Not that that had been an uncommon sight for Caleb the past few months, but the rest of their friends hadn’t gotten to see much of it, and it made Caleb’s heart a little more full to be able to share it with them in their magical home. 

They all were gathered around a warm fire in the Salon, glasses all at different levels and with full bellies, relaxing in each other’s company with no looming threats for what felt like the first time. Or at least that’s what Caleb had thought, somehow missing the agitated swish of a lavender tail in the corner of the room. 

“Godsdamn,” Kingsley abruptly stood up, his stride smooth after a wobbly first one thanks to the endless refills of ale provided by the tower cats, “Had I known it was gonna bother your boyfriend so fucking much, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

The swashbuckler was attempting to keep his tone light, play off his annoyance as a joke, but Caleb could feel his hurt by how he squatted in front of where the human sat on the loveseat next to Essek and lifted his bearded chin a bit more roughly then necessary. Quick fingers and a tug, and the ribbon was gone from around Caleb’s next. He wanted to protest, ask to keep the ribbon at least, but Kingsley stood and already had his deft hands tying the colorful gifted ribbon around the wizard’s ponytail instead. 

“Ta-da! Better?” He asked Essek with a half sarcastic flourish, to which the elf stayed quite unsure how to interpret Kingsley's mood.

“Aww, now he kinda looks like a schoolgirl! I am sure your lady students will love it, Cayleb,” Jester was trying to defuse the tension, but Kingsley’s eye twitched before his face turned hard as stone. 

“You lot really will make fun of him for anything, huh?” The ribbon was pulled free again, and this time Kingsley took it with him as he walked away, leaving Caleb with his protests caught in his throat lest he make his friend more frustrated. He hadn’t reached the chaise lounge he had been occupying before another of their friends spoke up, and Caleb kicked himself for not stepping in sooner to defend the ribbon.

“What the fuck man? We are just having a little fun, it's just a ribbon,” Beau chuckled, half confused and half dismissive. 

Kingsley sighed, shaking his head as to dispel his foul mood. However, Caleb saw how his gloved hand clenched around the ribbon repeatedly before dumping the object of contention in one of the waste bins, and then stuffing his hands back into his coat pockets that were lined in the same material. 

“No, no you are right, I am just tired, is all. Bit sensitive from a day trying to keep the crew from ruining the hull further while we patched her up, apparently. Gonna go take a bath. Night y’all.” 

Kingsley didn’t give anyone the space to challenge him, but ducked out of the Salon much quicker than a sore sailor should be able to. An awkward silence stretched for a time, until a dark purple Mage Hand fished the discarded ribbon, and Essek dutifully cast Prestidigitation on it a few times despite there being nothing soiling it.  

“I sincerely apologize, Caleb. I had not meant any ill —”

“No need, Schatz. You did not do anything wrong, I know you only tease because you care. I took no offense,” the confusion and worry ebbed a bit from Essek’s eyes, which was worth admission of affection in front of their friends. 

“I do believe I need to apologize to Kingsley, however. I had not known he had gifted it to you, otherwise I wouldn’t have—”

“He did not,” Caleb felt horrible about cutting Essek off again, and worst for the listening ears now on him looking for an explanation, “He did not give it to me, not really. It had been meant as a gift for Frumpkin.”

The seconds dragged as Caleb fought not to get overwhelmed by the Nein’s silence as they all understood the unspoken in what he had said. All except for Essek. 

“To my knowledge, Kingsley never met Frumpkin, correct?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Oh.”

The skin on the back of his neck burned, but he dropped his voice closer to a whisper, knowing it wouldn’t do much good to the more inquisitive of their group. 

“I hadn’t expected him to be so upset when he found out Frumpkin was no longer with me. I took the gift and wore it myself as more of a joke to make him less sad. I will admit to continuing to wear it because it made him smile, and in turn me, because it reminded me of my friend,” the confession brought up so many conflicting and confusing feelings for the wizard that he had been stuffing down since they left Cognoza, and he couldn’t help the guilt that washed over him as he told his friend turned lover what he had been keeping private, “I am sorry, Essek. I should not have kept that from you.”

“It seems like both have a habit of apologizing to the wrong people,” Essek huffed, but still gave Caleb a kind smile while cupping his cheek with understanding the human was sure he didn’t deserve, “Go talk to him. I am sure he will be glad to retie it if you ask.”

“Nein,” Caleb shook his head, taking the hand away from his face and giving it a definitive kiss along the knuckles so Essek wouldn’t think for a moment he was wavering on his feelings for the other wizard.  “This is for the best. It hadn’t been meant for me, it will be better if I let it go.”

Let him go.

”Besides, you are right,” he continued, louder and with an attempt to return to casualness he did not feel, “it was a rather unprofessional tie. You will just have to help me select a new one before the start of the new semester at the Academy.” 

Predictably, there was a chorus of cheers and questions from the others at this confirmation that Caleb had finally accepted the offered teaching position at his old school. He answered all of them except for Jester’s more filthy ones about how he planned on christening his office. Eventually the good-natured mood returned to their group, aided with refilled glasses and fresh pastries. 

Everyone that was, except for Essek, whose gaze was watching Caleb a little too carefully in that way that told the human his partner was not happy with his evasiveness on the subject. Caleb watched the red ribbon disappear quietly into the elf’s WristPocket, he had almost reached out to grab it, to ask to keep it. But he didn’t think his heart would survive the explanation, that it was the only reminder he had left of his old friend. The colorful tattoo’s glamored away in an effort to make Kingsley more of his own, all his old jewelry lying in a shallow grave where Lucien had tossed them, the coat and cards all now belonging to someone new. 

The ribbon might have come from the scraps of Kingsley’s new identity, but it was all Caleb had to know that little fragment was still there, not completely lost to the ether. Reaching out to pet his cat like Mollymauk always used to, when really what the BloodHunter had wanted was Caleb’s attention. But the dirty old wizard had never given when he had had the chance, too scared of being hurt. Now too scared of being the one to hurt others. He owed it to Essek, to Kingsley, to not hurt them by holding on to a silly ribbon.

[freakxwannaxbe]

God that last post made me realize that yeah, Caleb left behind the coat. It was the only thing Philip had of him when he disappeared left.

Caleb in the memories doesn't have it, he's casually dressed, in slacks and a blouse, no coat in sight. He shed it before leaving, almost like a way to leave that old life behind, that old wretched town behind. I feel like Caleb acted on impulse, and somewhere in his mind expected his brother to follow him, but not realizing that Philip was too far gone in to the town's backwards mindset to understand without explicit guidance.

So Philip was left with the coat - the only memory of his brother he had. The only comfort he had while he searched for Caleb.

[gaywithflowers]

I mean...I obviously wouldn't have killed my sister lmao but I can relate so much to Philip looking desperately for his brother

Like

"I HAVE SPENT SO MUCH TIME LOOKING FOR YOU AT THE DETRIMENT OF MY OWN SELF-

...and you are fine and I was worried out of my mind for no reason" (true stories, these ones)

Being the little sibling of a dumb is difficult, in my vast experience, and we don't know how Caleb was like but tell me following someone into a different dimension is not reckless af fkdksksk but also

BOY

Alright alright mess him up a bit insult him maybe but then WALK IT OFF

WALK IT OFF

Go lick your wounds somewhere else dont

DONT HURT THE STUPID SIBLING

we.do.not.hurt.the stupid sibling!!!!!

I mean yeah bite him or something but then STOP

Like

The first time I saw what Philip did I was like gasp...dude...that shit ain't it, it felt like he had broken something SACRED, you know????? It was like gasp man...you crossed.a.line.

The stupid sibling sometimes needs a good kick in the shins (I know this is debatable for some, but people do not tend to acknowledge how nerve wracking older siblings can be like DAMMIT CALEB YOU COULD HAVE BEEN EATEN BY SOMETHING HERE-) and I am no stranger to jumping right at my sister's neck but

BE DECENT MAN

[whatkindofnameisella]

on the one hand I GOT MY BOSS TO START WATCHING CRITICAL ROLE!! on the other hand it was while we were working in relative silence and i spent about an hour trying to send mind beams to make her like it and not think i am a cringefail nerd like

[mellatoninsstuff]

CALEB'S DEATH???

from one of phillip wittebane's journals - "... the tunnels were filled with a substance known as Fool's Blood, signifies a decaying vein. I was lucky to get out alive. My companions, however... were not." DOES THAT MEAN THAT'S WHERE CALEB DIED???? PHILLIP M*RDERED CALEB AT ECLIPSE LAKE????

[goldenglitzer]

"So, in the Demon Realm, you fought the evil Emperor Belos, who turned into a monster...."

"Well, he started out human."

[stardustedknuckles]

Idk the more I think about it the funnier and more appropriate it is that the people insisting Beau and Jester had something going on canonically that was somehow sabotaged and the people who despised canon so much they quit watching are the same people.

Like that's the line between "people who ship Beau and Jester" and "be*ujes shippers" in my head. I've been the first one. Beau spent her life starved and screaming for attention and then Jester gave it so freely like breathing. There was a good story there, but it wasn't the one being told. The ones I can vibe with are in the first category. I see the potential, especially in the first half. But the ones who convinced themselves they were watching a completely different show are the ones that left when the actual show didn't follow their imaginations and like. Bye. (also they were nearly all terves...)

[jacqcrisis]

Wait wait wait so all that stuff about Caleb's dad.... does that mean he Knows or at least Suspects about Caleb? because I was getting the feeling that he saw right through him during their talk, like he knew why Caleb was pretty lackluster over an outwardly fantastic relationship with a beautiful woman. Was I right???

Caleb's dad has been listening to his son talk about his passions for most of his life in a small effort to give his son some of the attention he knows his wife probably wasn't. And he's heard Caleb talk about a sandwich with more vim and vigor then he used to tell his parents about Britney.

So, at the very least, he's worried. Perhaps projecting a little given what he's going through, but he doesn't want Caleb to do what his wife did. He is her son as well after all.

[fullmtal]

Oi! -- You don't like milk either? / @ryusxnka

eyes more piercing than a blade honed in on the speaker. only to tighten like twin suns clenched in a vice grip of utter disgust and irritation. almost borderline anger. as if it was an insult to even hear the word, not the person speaking of it. that damn thing. that disgusting, crappy, barely salvagable secretion from animals that shouldn't be making it at all save for their damn children. 

 ( and no, it was not why granny's stew was delicious! )

" hell no. " voice flat and stifling a shudder that the golden genius would never dare let anyone know he could possess. fifteen years too young but fifteen years far much older. but he could still remember the traces of the boy he had been once, before life had demanded all he had, eating said stew with said word. 

that blasted word. that disgusting word that should be erased from all recipes and languages and a certain gearhead's mouth whenever she or his little brother encouraged it at the table. 

milk. damn nemesis.

" first off, why would anyone like it? think about it. it's just fake propaganda of it being 'good for you' due to it possessing various components of nutrients like calcium, protein, and most vitamins that people conveniently ignore how disgusting the way its made is. 

a cow's mammary glands secrete all these so called 'nutrients' and then feed it to their young. sure, that's fine. but in a human's mouth? hell no! milk is absolutely, unequivocally, the most disgusting thing i've ever had and once i stopped drinking it, you sure as hell bet i never went back."

a long breath, turning to face him with crossed arms; canting his sunlit head.

" don't get me started on all the other ways i've seen, trust me, i was born in a country village, the way that so called 'delicious milk' is produced. it would make you gag. hell, made me. still does! if i could use science to undo the discovery of drinking milk i would!" a few more moments of him adding more intellectual factoids and scientific acumen about said loathed 'milk' before sighing and shaking his head.

" trust me, we're all better off leaving it to the damn calves. that's what it should be for. at the very least, someone has good taste to not ruin their taste. " at least he had found a kindred spirit..hadn't he?

[rosemary-sins]

i cant believe im going INSANE i cwnt believe im going CRAZY going STUPID going aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(everyone say thank you @ the owl house crew ily)