#widoking

[bluemoontarot]

This meme brought to you by my younger sibling, this was their first reaction to Molly.

I'm open for rp if anyone is interested! I rp mostly the purple boys and Caleb, and I'm good at playing all of them.

I'm open to a lot of ideas, I just love writing ♡ And rp is how I relax, it's a place I can let go in and explore various topics. I've been role-playing for 11 years, and I adore it! Stories can be spicy, dramatic, mysterious, slow burn...I love AU's that let me explore how characters might act or change depending on the environment and circumstances.

Roleplay is done in 3rd person POV past tense, it's my default and easier for a lot of people. I do not require "length matching", I have a degree in creative writing so if your response is done at 1 or 2 paragraphs that's great! My nerd ass will send 3-5 paragraphs bc I like ~details~ and ~setting the scene~

I would prefer rp partners be 20+ in age since I do rp nsfw and dark content. I'm more than happy to discuss boundaries and themes to avoid!

Comment on this post or send me a DM on Discord if interested!

Discord Username: maityb

[foxqueen-katarian]

So because I still live in a Shadowgast bubble and I meant to remake this poll six months ago and just remembered, now with more options.

[thebest-medicine]

[read on ao3]

“You know, you really should smile more.” King says, leaning in, drinking in the subtle smile on Caleb’s face. “Laugh more really.” A smile, that is suddenly drawn into a tighter line as a blush creeps up Caleb’s cheeks. Kingsley narrows his eyes a little as Caleb twitches a bit, awkwardly. “What?” He tilts his head, regarding him.

There’s an ember of a giddy feeling that has been building up in Kingsley’s stomach throughout this evening’s interaction (and really, any time he and Caleb have gotten close). When Caleb looks at him, that ember begins to flicker to life, his metaphorical kindling igniting - buzzing, flipping, aching to push the wizard into a little more lightness. But, Caleb can’t maintain eye contact when he tries to open his mouth to explain. “N-Nothing. I was just remembering- thinking of, um…”

Kingsley feels something slightly uncomfortable squirm in his chest. “Something… Molly used to do?”

“Not just him.” Caleb admits lightheartedly, and Kingsley can see him fighting off a smile again. “But yes, everyone really. They really had a knack for…” He cuts himself off, biting back the growing smile.

Okay. Yes, Kingsley thinks, he will chase after whatever thread will get Caleb closer to smiling.

The tiefling leans in closer, reaches out a hand toward Caleb, who shrinks back just a hair, twitching when Kingsley enters his personal bubble. King lays a hand on his wrist, thumb gently padding over the skin. “Tell me?” He smiles and tries to catch Caleb’s eyes again.

He sees Caleb’s eyes widening for a moment before the wizard is reining it in on instinct. Caleb looks all the way away from him. His eyes shut for a second and he lets out a genuine huff of a laugh. “You already know how to ruffle feathers, in a different way than Molly did, but…” Caleb bumps shoulders with King. “I don’t know if it’s a smart move on my part to give you more ways to do so.”

Caleb’s shying away with a chuckle before Kingsley can lean into the touch. King leans forward, craning his neck around and placing a hand on Caleb’s knee. “Hey.” He hopes his expression looks sweet and kind and innocent. Caleb’s leg jumps slightly at the contact. Kingsley studies the blush rising on his cheeks, and finds himself smirking.

Caleb turns his head toward him a bit. “Perhaps,” He looks the tiefling up and down. “I could show you.”

Kingsley raises an eyebrow just as Caleb reaches forward and, mirroring him, places a hand on King’s knee. He watches the wizard curiously, when suddenly there’s a squeeze. Then another, more deliberate.

Kingsley grins, squirming slightly as the bubbling feeling inside of him boils over, filling him with a silly giddiness. “Oh.” He twitches his leg at another pinch. “I’m so glad you showed me.” He lets out a reverent sigh. “Caleb, you are so dead.”

“Maybe, once you stop laughing long enough to get your hands on me.”

Then Caleb is on him, and Kingsley is so unprepared for it that he rocks back under the minimal weight of the wizard. Fingers scribble against his body and find all the worst and most sensitive places with ease. Kingsley would love to see Caleb in this position, all blushes and squirming and laughter, but this is a pretty fucking wonderful way to spend the afternoon regardless.

[artiquar]

Listen, I just think they should get a Moment to be soft,

[demisexualemmaswan]

all right now that I have stopped crying about the t-dock moment

I’d like to thank taliesin jaffe personally 

for kingsley biting his lip at caleb and calling him cute 

no thoughts, no memories, just vague ghosts of feelings

and molly’s ghost of feeling for caleb was “yep gotta flirt with him no other choice”

[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.

[aeoris4lovers]

me: i need to sleep early tonight, i have a 9am class tomorrow

my brain: what’s that? you need to stay up until 2am writing about caleb falling for king?

[voiceofthetunnels]

did liam and taliesin wear matching outfits just for the lulz or...?

[captainkingsley]

"I'm not going to dance around it, alright? You're cute. I'm interested. I know I've got the face of a guy you were friends with and the face of a guy who tried to kill you. That you killed. But the world might go to shit, and I'd regret not asking. I prefer to live without regretting things."

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Kingsley is still sorting through his memories and feelings. There's one constant thing, though: Caleb.

[foxqueen-katarian]

Since I live in a Shadowgast bubble I wanna know where other Caleb ships fall on popularity scale (if you ship more than one of these choose the one you think made the most canon sense)

[the-owl-tree]

the use of sparkpelt in general is just so shitty imo. she clearly doesn’t like her father and is very aware of how he treats her mother. the fact that she feels she must protect squirrelflight from him, even in the same book we’re supposed to think squirrelflight is foolish and in the wrong for going against bramblestar speaks so many volumes it’s insane. she all but screams to us as the reader that she knows this is a domestic violence situation.

and then ashfur in bramblestar’s body sending her to be attacked by dogs… again going back to the fact that they thought he was normal at the time. even the narrative tells you that bramblestar is bad.

in a way I kind of feel like sparkpelt is the stand in for the readers who notice all the fucked up horrible shit going on but are ultimately powerless in the end.

how can anyone say or pretend this is alright

the way she puts herself between the two, constantly checks in on squirrelflight and worries about how bramblestar will treat her mother when squirrelflight does something she knows will upset him.......like it is fucking depressing and hits a little too close to home.

[artiquar]

Yes, the textpost is a crucial part of this art

[slavicafire]

[kaliweedcheetos]

I jest mi smutno choć z godzinę temu chciało misie żyć

[donataelsner]