Jester: Hey Caleb?
Jester: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?
Jester: Hey Caleb?
Jester: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?
(mollymauk): what are you reading?
(caleb): i’m gonna save you the trouble and let you know i don’t want to sleep with you.
(mollymauk): no lie, i respect that. thank you.
scampering in under the deadline on this one like Veth Brenatto herself dodging a trap, true character immersion right here ---
Caleb likes having Nott on his shoulders, maybe even more than he likes having Frumpkin there - she is a little bigger, and a little warmer, and a little more dangerously precious to him in the moments where he is willing to admit such things to himself.
(He will have to leave her eventually, if he is to accomplish his goals. He knows. He knows.)
“Hey,” Nott says. He can feel her sharp chin moving against the top of his head. “You’ve got that look in your eyes, what’s up?”
“You cannot see my eyes,” he responds automatically, just in time for Nott to clamber properly onto his shoulders and lean right into his face. “Ah.”
“Well, now I can!” she chirps, smiling at him through jagged teeth. “Not that I need to, to tell when you’re thinking too much - your head gets warmer.”
Caleb almost laughs. “Nein, it does not, that just happens when you are perched up there.”
“Yes, it does! Your ears go all red, and your neck goes all twitchy-”
“Pssst,” he huffs, but he can’t help smiling back at her, and she cackles in approval as she flops back down and kicks her feet out in front of the both of them.
“There, all better,” she declares, hugging his head as if it is her very own Kätzchen. It's very sweet.
He casts his attention about for anything to focus on aside from his reddening cheeks and finds a loose bandage dangling from Nott’s left foot, brushing lightly against the frayed collar of his coat. Perfect. He can make himself useful, at least.
He hums to himself, tugging lightly at it before pulling it taut and tucking it back under itself against the bottom of her sole-
There's a screech, and then Nott is just. Gone.
It takes him a second, after the lightning-strike of panic. She is not on his shoulders, but he is still holding her bandage, and - and -
Ah. He squats next to the little goblin puddle sprawled next to one of his boots. “Nott the Brave? Are you all right?”
Said brave crusader attaches herself grumpily to his leg, pointedly scrubbing the grime of the road onto him. “Tickling,” she hisses, “is rude.”
Nott definitely cannot see him, and that is the only reason he allows himself to laugh delightedly enough that he can barely stifle it against his hand. “Oh, your feet are ticklish?”
She grumbles louder. “Yes - no, shit - of all the fucking things to keep-”
“Nothing! Nothing.” Nott pries her face up and pokes threateningly at his knee. “I bet you’re ticklish, aren’t you. You’re already so... nervy.”
He knows better than to dignify that with a response, but if he adjusts his scarf defensively before helping her back up, well-
One can only have so much dignity, around friends.
Times Essek and Caleb fucked:
quick fling during an early dunamancy lesson in a random five minutes of stolen time at Xhorhouse when no one was around
a few times on the journey to and through Aeor when they were able to have the tower to sleep in, the first time. All very fraught, very emotional, lots of guilt and shame and fear of dying. Lots of 'is this real or not?'
more flings in the year between that and the second Aeor trip but I don't see them fully committing to each other/becoming a couple until the second Aeor trip
during the second Aeor trip. It's much more luxurious and less dramatic and furtive
6 AM random thought, but
Have we considered that maybe one of the things that made Caleb immediately zero in Essek was how much he resembles a cat?
Hear me out: Essek is very aloof, but upon closer inspection you can see glimpses of how awkward he is around people. He makes no noise at all (because of all the floating), he's sleek and delicate but fierce. He's super serious and suspicious at first but once he opens up he's the cutest thing. And he has sensitive pointy ears.
Just saying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
fjord saying “be careful, caleb.”
fjord asking “caleb? a penny for your wizardy thoughts.”
I love them all sleeping in leomund's tiny hut that caleb cast in the study, camping out in their own home to stay safe for the night
Cree revives/adopts the saddest of lads.
caleb fighting to get yasha back as soon as possible even if it is impractical is everything to me
caleb passing out Evil People Cheat Sheets to the rest of the team is extremely practical and also,,, adorable
Caleb Widogast and Jester Lavorre, some ambiguous time after everything
“Tell me a secret, stinky wizard,” Jester says, with the same grin that’s held Caleb’s heart in a vice since he first saw it. It’s strange to note that it doesn’t have the same effect that it used to.
“I don’t stink anymore, you know.” Caleb says, a bit indignant. “I don't even carry components in my pockets anymore so you can't say I smell like. What do you call it? Magic stuff?"
“Stinky magic stuff for the stinky wizard, yes,” Jester laughs.
“Right, right, yes, how could I forget.” Caleb answers drily, carefully hiding his smile as Jester giggles.
“Hey!” She chirps suddenly. “Don’t ignore me, magic man. I want my secret.”
Caleb sighs, his expression changing from thoughtful, to one of realization, to embarrassment, and finally, resignation. Still, he fidgets nervously, waffling and wallowing and clearly trying to avoid spilling the beans.
Jester pulls the tarot cards out of her pocket and starts shuffling them, waiting him out. He summons his new cat with a gentle *fwump* and their ears are filled with the sound of her deep, rumbling purrs. Jester almost calls it off then, she never meant to make him upset—especially not enough to summon Molly into his lap—but before she can open her mouth, he starts to talk.
“It was you, first. Is that even a secret? You were the prettiest thing I had seen in a long time, showing up in a dingy bar.” His laugh is self deprecating, his hands running idly over Molly’s fur. “At Travelercon, as crazy as it all was, it was important to you, and it was important to me to give you everything you wanted.”
He looks up at her then, and Jester is struck by how handsome he is now, how handsome he was then even in the midst of his grief and madness. She looks down at her cards and shuffles them again, a distraction from the heat in her cheeks.
“I admit I went a little overboard, but it was because I wanted you to know—to be sure—that anything you wanted I would provide for you. With my own two hands, Jester Lavorre. Abundance, for you. Not just flames.”
Jester finally looks up and can see the old wound reflected in his eyes, and though it’s healed over clean, it still makes her want to cry, this love that he held onto all alone. She had no idea. She loves love, but that doesn’t mean she knows when it’s being pointed in her direction, and the reality of his affections hit her hard. She remembers how confused she was about Fjord–though Gods, does she love him now– and realizes that maybe it was a little obvious. Maybe it really wasn’t that much of a secret. Maybe she loved him too, once.
It doesn’t matter now. What good does it do two old friends, long in love and commitment, to exchange what ifs and maybes? She doesn’t think Caleb would want that either. He told her because she demanded to know, because he trusted that it wouldn’t change a thing.
She won’t let it.
“I didn’t know, Caleb.” She says finally, wiping her eyes.
Caleb can see right through her and grins sheepishly, still looking down at Molly. “I think you did know. But it’s okay. Are you happy?”
She doesn’t have to think long at all. “Yes. I am.”
He grabs her hand and threads their fingers together, raising her knuckles to his lips.
“Good,” he smiles, and it’s genuine. She sends thanks to the Traveler that she can now tell the difference. “Good.”
You can’t tell me Essek “I’d not change any mistakes because they led me to you” Thelyss is not 100% a sappy romantic whenever Caleb is involved.
Can I just say that Essek’s slightly sheer sleevless undershirt thing that the campaign 2 artist originally drew already made me absolutely rabid, and then noxarcanaart did that piece of Caleb and Essek kissing and I have it purchased and sitting next to me and that DID NOT HELP in any way. So obviously Caleb shares my feelings 100% for this item in question.
Caleb doesn’t even have his components with him, so feather fall wouldn’t have worked, even if he’d had time to fully cast it.
For the PDF visit my etsy shop: www.etsy.com/shop/Ninniku
It has 1 new (simple) Page 0, and two and a half pages of sketches which are PDF exclusive and feature a few sendings from Jester, as well as the little bit of developmental art I did and posted earlier.
Essek has FOUR LITERAL HOURS to stare at Caleb sleeping in his lap. I think you could forgive him a brief touch on the temple with the back of a finger?? I held my hand up to the side of my friend’s face after I inked that panel to make sure his hand was the right size, and I did a pretty good job!
I also REALLY enjoy writing sciencey sounding things, because I am nothing if not a scientist.
Tower lights, I decided, change with time of day. The very soft pink/red late night lights are my favorite.
I probably could have happily done another page of them just sleeping on each other. Also, I am madly in love with the idea of what Essek’s casual loungewear would look like.
And I have spent far too long thinking, “but what do they sleep in while in the dome? should they take their boots off? Jacket off? What … what does it look like?!?!”
There’s probably a ton of angsty potential you could extrapolate from the sleeping montage. At least seven nights have passed since the T-dock chamber disintegration, but it could easily be more, to your liking. And the moments of quiet calm are shown, but these nights could just as easily be filled with nightmares and dissociation.
But this is about wizards in love.
And Essek ends it with a simple acknowledgment of fact.
I’m just gonna repost Wait No More, but in 3 posts instead of like 8??? Because I CAN, and it’s ACE WEEK, and we love one demisexual hot boi.
The important things to know are that it takes place right after the disintegration of time travel. Caleb, I think, is a wreck. And it’s just how I imagine the wizards coming together.
Stained glass windows are not visible, but lend their interesting light to the first scene!
Being exhausted in Aeor when it’s just the two of them is extremely dangerous. Caleb HAS to rest, no matter what else is going on there, or they will be extremely imperiled.
Actually, are there any discord communities out there for critrole stuff? I’m looking for folks / communities to chat with since I finished cr2 / while I’m watching cr3.
I’d be interested in anything cr2, cr3, general critrole, shadowgast or mollymauk centric
(Ink and digital edit ,on twitter I got the pics with the glitter ink visible, too, ejenene )
Dark Horse Comics and Critical Role have announced new publication dates for some Critical Role titles “Due to unforeseen circumstances, both affecting creative teams and with global printing and transportation disruptions.” (Dark Horse Comics) The updates are current as of October 25, 2021, but may change again due to shipping delays.
Critical Role: Tales of Exandria I #1 will go on sale on October 20, 2021, in comic shops.
Critical Role: The Mighty Nein Origins - Jester Lavorre HC will hit comic shops on November 3, 2021, and book retailers on December 7, 2021.
Critical Role: The Mighty Nein Origins - Caleb Widogast HC will hit book retailers on December 14, 2021, and comic shops on December 15, 2021.
Critical Role: The Mighty Nein Origins - Yasha Nydoorin HC will hit book retailers on February 22, 2022, and comic shops on February 23, 2022.
(Image via Dark Horse Comics - Cover by Critical Role: The Tales of Exandria -- The Bright Queen Series I #1 - Cover Art by Helen Mask)