#widogastswebofwords: caleb

[nyf-archive]

@widogastswebofwords asked // [ 19 ] a bright, snowy glen

"CALEB! IT'S SO BLINDINGLY BEAUTIFUL!" Shrill laughter, boisterous and bright echoed in the snow dusted hills that they were traveling through. Well. That the two of them were traveling through. Pastries and Parchment. That was the shopping list. Those two items. Beau was too cold, Yasha was keeping her warm, Veth was tinkering...and well, the others just didn't want to make the journey. Fuddy duds.

Clumps of snow were thrown in the air, some smacking the wizard in the face as his companion couldn't contain her excitement. Her laughter was practically contagious, and she couldn't help but revert back to her inner child as she flopped face first into the soft, cold snowbanks. Limbs wiggled and wriggled as she made an angel here or a monster there. The paintbrush was even whipped out to draw a few phallus figures in the bright, white canvas. The blueberry cleric, though, hesitated to throw a snowball at him. Instead, she threw it at a tree and watched as it splattered into a beautiful spray of glittery, bitter cold flakes.

The giggles continued as she tittered about here or there, discovering animals as they popped up and out of the snowy canopies or from the hidden underbrush. Even Sprinkles got down for a little romp around. As her wizard companion finally caught up to her, the smile was so bright on her face and she threw a bit more snow in the air. "I don't care how cold I am! This will neverrr get old!!"

[anchoredheroes]

@widogastswebofwords​ said:

“it seems to me that you can’t dance for shit.” (from Caleb, either at the winter palace or maybe he catches he trying to practice somewhere?)

she'd been at it for about an hour. she almost had the steps down, after weeks of practicing first barefoot then in shoes, but now she had to try and do it in heels. josephine hadn't even bothered asking her to try a dress yet. if the inquisitor couldn't manage to keep her balance without such long fabric getting in the way, then it might best to get that under control first. her legs hurt, her ankles hurt, her feet hurt, her hands and knees were scuffed and bruised with the amount of times she'd fallen to the ground or slammed into the wall. solas was polite enough to allow her the rotunda to practice, and she knew that those above must have been watching but--

to have confirmation from a heavily accented voice was... embarrassing. her cheeks flush as she spins to face the taller man, stumbling to catch her balance. " yeah, well, it's not like i've had ample time to practice in the wilds of the free marches. and.... these shoes are a weapon in disguise."

[jaydrlove]

Caleb Widogast

“I suppose I enjoyed being seen as I should have been. Or could have been… Whatever we’re doing here, I have come home in the hopes of atoning. And that idea has evolved quite a bit over time, and I’m not sure what the exact answer is. But I mean to atone.”

Art by me @jaydrlove

[reallifejedi]

types  of  people :  d&d  classes

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽   »   toothy  grins,  stories  around  the  campfire,  clothes covered  in  pet  hair, hot  temper,  old  jeans, heartbeat  in  head,  potatoes  and  steak,  beaded  jewelry, bruises  like  galaxies,  mementos,  backpack  stuffed  full, craigslist  furniture, spontaneous  road  trips,  air  ripped  from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   homemade bread, white  lies,  easily  excited,  trying  on  hats,  band geek,  pep  talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage  fashion, long  showers,  selfies,  following dreams,  rosy cheeks,  song  mash-ups,  pink  lemonade  with tequila,  loves  easily, animated  storyteller, full  of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲   »   list of  wishes,  biting  their  tongue,  band-aids  and neosporin,  shoulder  to  cry  on,  morning  sun,  necklaces, trial  and  error,  homemade  quilts, formal clothing, astrology  fan, messages  in  bottles,  pleated braids, speaking  up  for  friends,  feathers, motivational quotes, vivid  dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳   »   bird watching, shy  kid,  wind  chimes,  trying  to  whistle,  summer camp,  apple  orchards,  lost  in  their  head,  glow-in-the-dark stars  on  the  ceiling,  hoodies,  thrift shopping, saving worms  off  the  sidewalk,  pig  latin, bare  feet, thunderstorms, numb  fingers, braided  hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁   »   goose  bumps, leather  jackets,  adventure,  chewing nails, cares  deeply  but  can’t  show  it,  bronze  locks,  no sleep, taste  of  iron,  netflix  binges,  never  forgets, combat  boots,  stories  behind  scars, table  for  one, official  soundtracks,  sore  calves, trusts  themselves the  most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺   »   always  trying to  be  better,  wanderlust, meditation,  sweat  pants,  old   photographs,  yoga,  sleeping  in  hammocks,  nostalgia,  minimalist design,  breath  of  fresh  air,  baby  animals,  volunteering, perfectionist,  doesn’t  care  about  fashion,  healthy snacks, noticing  the  little  things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽   »   school  uniforms,  thick  jackets,  sleeping  with  the windows  open, logical  advice, scrapbooking,  compasses, i  fight  for  my  friends,  sculpture  gardens,  cold morning  air,  big  soul, likes  routine,  secret  romantic, last  to  get  jokes,  sunflowers, practical  presents,  misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁   » herbal  tea,  smell  of  rain,  blinking  away  tears,   camping trips, collecting  bones, swiss  army  knives, first  impressions, anxious  thoughts, bobby  pins, burnt  marshmallows,  too competitive,  clothes  lines,  messenger  bags,  holding grudges,  gets  along  better  with  animals  than  people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴   »   flirtatious  sarcasm,  candid  photos,  lost  phone chargers, adrenaline  rush, picking  dirt  out  from  beneath  their nails, social  chameleon,  clashing  clothes, self-deprecating  jokes,  claw  machines, sits  in  chairs  wrong, smudged  eyeliner,  has  too  many  sunglasses, eats  nothing or  everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁   » infectious  laugh,  family  trees,  shivers  down  their  spine, lipstick  and  roses,  mood  swings,  clumsy,  believing  in destiny,  high  expectations, sleeping  in  darkness,  collection of  nail  polish,  passionate, good  grades  but  never  studies, poetry  books,  blowing kisses,  not  knowing  their  own  strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺   »   knowing  everyone’s  secrets,  backpack  covered  in  pins, envy,  being  in  walmart  late  at  night, earl  grey, selective  memory,  conspiracy  theories  and  cryptids, keysmashing,  need  to  know  basis,  can’t  cook,  bags under  eyes,  experimental  art, flickering  bulbs, black  clothing  all  year  long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳   »   piles of  textbooks,  cat  in  lap,  keeping  a  diary, indecisions, scented  candles, studying  alone  in  a  café, lingering touches,  museum  dates, unanswered  questions,  taking on  too  much  responsibility,  collections, chalk  dust,  comfy robes,  unnecessary  apologies,  coming  home  after  a  long day

tagged by: @flightofaqrow ( <3!!!) tagging: @reborngrimm @widogastswebofwords (Caleb or Eadwulf) @hopeandharmonizing

[cupcaketrickster]

she's never seen snow, not properly. she has seen pictures of snow and she's read about it- but who hasn't done that much? her whole life she had been on the coastline and so now, she hopes they will forgive her complete and utter wonder and awe, all but running around to try and do everything- first having rolled about in the snow and made snow angels and now she is making a little snow family! or she is trying to make a snow family. caleb's words aren't helping.

"There's not enough snow to make a snowperson." @widogastswebofwords , caleb states, and jester turns to look at him, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out, teasing and not able to keep the expression for too long as a snowflake hits her tongue and she laughs. " do you have a spell to like... make more? or like maybe we can make a really little snowfamily? " all of this is assuming caleb would help... but well... she could ask after he shared his brilliant idea.

[nebulamuses]

@widogastswebofwords sent:  ❝ I want books. Old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list. ❞ (from Caleb, for Bart)

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Bartholomew was currently lost in the marvel of the tower. He looked left to right, eyes always finding some new curiosity to catch his attention. The stained glass, the expansive shelves already filled with volumes, the uniqueness of every fixture...

And of course, all the places for new books that sat bare and empty and in need of filling. 

He chuckled. “A place like this deserves old, expensive books. I can see what I can dig up,” he said, looking around at Caleb. “I know I’ve said it a half dozen times, but this place you’ve built is extraordinary. Utterly extraordinary. How do you get physical items to remain?”

[starbornknight]

@widogastswebofwords​ sent: ❝ You don’t fear dying. You are afraid that your life has incurred a debt that your death will not pay. ❞ (from Astrid)

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There was nothing quite like the Bad Guy of the Week Speech finding holes in  your armor, not that Harry felt like he had much in the way of armor anymore. He wasn’t even sure he could call Astrid entirely bad, either, but she liked to keep herself on that side of the fence, so she at least got labeled Dubious in Harry’s books.

“I already know it won’t. And never will.”

All the damage he’d done to everyone he loved was proof of that. 

“You gonna try and kill me anyway, or did you just find me because you were in the mood to give me a shovel talk over Caleb?”

[nyf-archive]

@widogastswebofwords asked // [ 07 ] the space between two shelves stuffed with magical tomes and old leatherbound journals

The smell in this establishment was phenomenal to say the least. The tiefling could now understand why exactly his companion loved to be in places like this. It was the epitome of peace and quiet. His tail swayed lazily back and forth as he perused the shelves, lithe digits traveling along each beautiful and gilded spine, feet carrying him quietly down each isle or nook. The scrolls he passed were soft and aged; he could tell those that had been purchased second hand or maybe even scrounged from dig sites of the old world.

The colorful creature soon found his quarry and smiled a little softer to himself as he sashayed over to him and, like that of a curious animal, put his head over his shoulder and practically purred. "What are you doing, Mister Caleb? Found something interesting enough to purchase?" Voice like velvet and touch like feathers, Mollymauk draped his arms now across the wizard's back, shoulder to shoulder he lounged against him, reading--or trying to read--the arcane script just beyond his reach.

Crimson, glossy hues scanned the parchment for any understanding at all, but came up mostly blank. A frown and wrinkle of his eyebrows the only tell of his disdain to the unknown that Caleb called his magic. "Seems a hefty one, hmm, dear? Must be filled with old secrets written by some pompous paradox of a practitioner..you can tell by the golden leaves on the spine...why not one of the ones that looks less...gaudy? Maybe the ones with the blood stains on the pages." A soft snicker as his long, spaded tail wraps affectionately around his companion's leg. He did love to tease him so.

[nyf-archive]

@widogastswebofwords asked:  “ caught “ for Caleb to catch Jester

This fight seemed to be going nowhere at all. Everyone was running low on energy, low on the will to keep fighting. And one by one, did her companions begin to fall. Beau. Yasha. Fjord. One by one, she could see them hit the ground, unconscious and slipping from reality. Even Caduceus seemed to be slowing down in his attacks as well. Her heart hammered heavily in her chest, panic rising in her lungs as she grasped her holy symbol.

“Artie, I know I ask a lot...but please...please don’t let me fail them....!” The young tiefling grips the symbol tighter, her hands outstretched as she digs deep into her reserves, as if she were giving her life to them, to bring them to their feet once again. 

“GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!” Her voice pierced the tense air of the battle. Not a moment later, does she feel the hands on her shoulders, the exhaustion hitting her almost immediately as the holy radiant energy bursts into existence, flowing out and towards her friends, her family, as she heals them all. Over and over again, does she dig deep into her reserves. Well, what is left of them. One by one, do her friends rouse from their injured stupors, renewed and practically never damaged.

She can hear the words in her ears: ‘You did good, Jester.’ She knew she couldn’t do this too often. It would drain her, Artie had warned her once. But this was desperate. The azure cleric grew dizzy moments later, and with consciousness waning, do her feet give from beneath her. She can see a blur of blue movement, only to be taken by red instead. 

Lashes flutter and heavy lids threaten to close at the sheer will and power that coursed the field, the sound of her friends battling in the background fall deaf to her ears. She can see her friend above her, and in that moment, does she realize he holds her close, breaking the fall she could have possibly had. 

“...Caleb...hi...are you hurt?” A soft smile finds her lips as she lets out the most tired giggle she possibly could, her hand raising softly to touch his cheek and cast a little bit more magic, curing any wounds he may possibly have sustained. 

[nyf-archive]

@widogastswebofwords asked:  ❛ A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. ❜ (Caleb to your choice)

The swordsman grinned a little bit from over his companion’s shoulder, reading the few lines that caught his eye as the wizard preoccupied himself with his research. “Well, do forgive me for interrupting your perusing.” Mollymauk chuckled heartily as he turned to the book keep and handed him a bag of gold; it was hefty, probably enough for Caleb to purchase whatever and how much ever he needed for this shopping trip.

“I suppose you’ll just have to sharpen that mind of yours as best you can. I’m sure our friend here will be good with that, yes?” The tiefling turned back to the Elven man who just eagerly nodded his head and gave a bit of a two-fingered salute before meandering back to his desk at the front of the shop.

The kaleidoscope colored cloak fluttered as the man walked up and down the rows of bookshelves, his fingers dancing through books and pieces of paper rolled into scrolls. He was curious about magic, but not so much as to put his nose in these books that were hundreds of pages. He’d leave that to Caleb and Beau. “What exactly is it you’re trying to sharpen your mind with, Mister Caleb? Anything I can do to assist your search?”  His pierced tail also began to push books aside, reading covers and spines wherever his eyes could possibly wander.

[reallifejedi]

@widogastswebofwords sent:  🎵 (from Caleb)

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“There’ll always be another way,” he said, breathless but determined as he looked around the space for something, anything, he could use. “Nothing’s ever hopeless. Harry taught me that.”

Of course, being kidnapped and lost in Undertown was pretty damn hopeless. Waldo had a pretty good idea of what lurked in the dark down here. But Caleb was here, too, just a little rattled and beat up. 

He shrugged off his jacket. “Let me look at that cut. We can take a minute to get our bearings.”

[starbornknight]

@widogastswebofwords sent:  “oh” (from Caleb)

(random generator says... 6! My Muse changing clothes facing away, showing off their back)

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Each movement was a little stiff. Sore muscles stretched as he worked his duster off, to let it fall in a heavy heap on the floor, before he began to strip. First the t-shirt, slowly dragging it off with arms that didn’t quite want to work, before he pulled at the longer sleeved tee.

Scars criss-crossed his back in faint lines, marred with a considerable bruise where he’d taken several bullets. The duster had stopped them from penetrating, but it didn’t stop the force behind them completely.

The sound of steps behind him didn’t make him turn, but the quiet ‘oh,’ gave him pause.

“Sorry, sorry... Just had to get this stuff off.” He glanced back at Caleb, dark eyes apologetic. “I’ll stop wrecking the ambiance.”