Caleb Widogast - Blog Posts

6 years late to the fandom with a new malewife.

Essek has a 400′s life crisis and goes back on the road with a party of young adventurers. He, of course, brings Caleb with him.

all credits for this amazing idea goes back to the great @flappingduster-scribbles

So many discussions about old man Caleb ! I had to turn it into this WWDITS meme.

@flappingduster-scribbles ‘s shadowgast baby is in here, as well as mine.

This is definitely how CR season 3 will ends. I’m calling it.

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[zzaap]

“Oh hi Schatz ! You’re back early !”

“The moon is haunted.”

“What ?”

“The moon is haunted, Caleb.”

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To all the people who asked what was written on Caleb’s book : 

“Kryn courting : so you’ve decided to date a drow, what to expect in a relationship”

Shadowgast Baby from @foxqueen-katarian ‘s au, go check it out ! 

Give me more Shadowgast Baby !

Don’t think about Caleb lecturing a hall of students with a tiny baby strapped to his chest, occasionally pausing to adjust them to a more comfortable position.

Don’t think about all the speculation about which of his revolving door of lovers got knocked up (the prevailing theory is the purple Tiefling who disappeared after only a month; the slightly pointed ears, pale hair and lack of horns do nothing to deter this theory).

Don’t think about Caleb tucking his chin and whispering in Zemnian with a awestruck expression, before returning to the lesson at hand.

Don’t think about soft new parent Caleb.

Caleb being the Gordon Ramsey of the Soltryce Academy, where he is very soft and gentle with his younger students who are just starting out, but getting into knock down drag out fights with other professors and older students over obscure details and ethical quandaries.

If I may...

...In return, students and apprentices info dump him all the ethic violations and safety hazards their teachers or masters commit on a regular basis with a big smile on their face, ready to witness one of Widowgast’s famous outbursts. 

Caleb being the Gordon Ramsey of the Soltryce Academy, where he is very soft and gentle with his younger students who are just starting out, but getting into knock down drag out fights with other professors and older students over obscure details and ethical quandaries.

Caleb accidentally adopting/kidnapping a Tabaxi child because he thought they were a cat and is now too embarrassed to take them back to where he found them.

Look at this !!!! This is amazing !!! Op wrote a great one shot about my silly little post !!

The Terribly Sad and Tragic Affair that Is the Fake Funeral of Shadowhand Essek Thelyss

Apparently, I am not only drawing for the Critical Role fandom, but writing for it, too. After months of nearly no progress I just vomited out 3k words this Tuesday and it only went downhill from there.

This fic is based on this post by @anne-o-nyme, I really hope I managed to capture the energy of it.

Have fun!

Summary: There were eight strangers in the foyer of his dead brother’s towers and Verin Thelyss was slowly losing his patience.

After the sudden “death” of Shadowhand Essek Thelyss, it is his brother Verin’s job to empty out his towers. The Mighty Nein show up to help (and maybe steal a few things).

OR: Verin is grieving, Essek just wants his stuff back, and the Mighty Nein are the Mighty Nein.

Warnings: I didn’t tag this with MCD, because Essek is technically alive and kicking. Since Verin doesn’t know that though, and this fic is written from his POV, this is dealing with grief and includes depictions of depressive thoughts as well as anxiety attacks. For more explicit warnings, please mind the tags on AO3. Take care of yourselves, and let me know if I forgot anything.

Read on AO3

There were eight strangers in the foyer of his dead brother’s towers and Verin Thelyss was slowly losing his patience. “Listen,” he said with what little calm he had left, “I know that by returning one of our beacons you became heroes of the Dynasty and were placed under Es— My bro— his stewardship. But this here—” he gestured vaguely at the interior of Essek’s towers that had always been too cold, too empty, but not like now, never like now— “This is a very difficult situation for me, so if you could please leave, that would be greatly appreciated.”

Afficher davantage

I was thinking about it !! Caleb has very ambiguous feelings about that : on one hand he’s happy to have this unique chance of growing old with his lover, but on the other he feels guilty of making him change his appearance all the time for his sake.

On his deathbed, he asks Essek to take the illusion down, and so he does. Caleb cries as he strokes the perfect youthful face, kisses the plump lips, and tells a heartbroken sobbing Essek he loves him.

May I present to you:

Essek casting Seeming as Caleb grows older so he and Caleb can be old together

Also for your consideration:

Essek taking Frumpkin as his own familiar since he and Frumpkin are going to live a long time without Caleb, and will out-live all of the Mighty Nein

To all the people who had this brilliant idea

follow up from this :

 https://anne-o-nyme.tumblr.com/post/658319203995156480/but-whos-that-charming-fellow-who-flirted-with

But who’s that charming fellow who flirted with Professor Widogast last night ?

part 2 : https://anne-o-nyme.tumblr.com/post/658691088147709952/to-all-the-people-who-had-this-brilliant-idea

I’m so sorry for all the angst from last week, here’s some fluffy old wizards in love

Hi Critical Role fandom 👀

Inspired by this post, where a 500+ years old Essek goes back in time when Caleb is kept in the Sanatorium

https://kurosmind.tumblr.com/post/656544093606985728/hi-fellow-shadowgast-lover-i-need-your-take-on

I did not expect to get hurt by my own anonymous ask… @kurosmind​ has a galaxy brain. First time interacting with a fandom, and I’m already spreading angst…I’m so, so sorry, this scene just popped up in my brain and wouldn’t let me be

Hi fellow shadowgast lover ! I need your take on this : what if ann older, distinguished and grizzled Essek (like, around 500 years old or something) was sent back in time against his will / to stop some nefarious threat, and met a young Caleb ? Obviously he wouldn't want to alter the timeline, but the temptation to protect his beloved from all the pain he will go through ? The drama ? What would be Caleb's reaction to meeting a powerful Kryn wizard ? Critical Role fandom, I need your wisdom.

I was going to have a cohesive response but my brain IMMEDIATELY went on "Essek gets back to the time Caleb was in the Sanatorium, disguises himself and he's actually the one that breaks him free of the Feeblemind" (I know it's not confirmed but I've always thought that the whole sanatorium business was Caleb being Feebleminded - it's basically impossible breaking free of a Feeblemind after it takes hold without some sort of external help)and I'm... I'm having feelings about Essek seeing Caleb again after centuries but not being able to do anything about it I'm--Maybe he protected him, from a distance, in the years before Caleb met Nott. Essek is determined and focused enough to know he cannot afford to mess up the timeline, but watching over him isn't that, right?

They’re about to get into some shit

This was such a good read :) 

Summary: After being rescued from the horrors of the Soltryce Academy by the Arcana Pansophical, Caleb is taken in my Allura Vysoren and Kima of Vord.

Chapter: 2/5

Words: 5659

Excerpt (from chapter 1):

It’s been four days since Caleb and many of his classmates were rescued from the Soltryce Academy by the Arcana Pansophical. Four days and yet it seems like a lifetime. In that time he’s been questioned by a handful of mages, all trying to get to the bottom of what had really been going on at the Soltryce. With the rest of his classmates sent back to the Empire to be reunited with their families, Caleb is left in a large bedroom in an even larger tower.

Caleb gingerly sits on the edge of the bed, his bed, he corrects himself. For the time being at least. He’s not sure how long Lady Allura or her wife will tolerate a stranger living in their home with them. For all he knows, he could be sent to an orphanage in a week.

The bedroom is bare except for the bed, a desk, and a closet. The linens are fancy, as is the furniture, and Caleb is sure that everything in this room is more expensive than anything he’s ever owned. The bed curtains are made of thick red fabric that matches the rug at the foot of the bed. Allura told him that the washroom and her own bedroom are just down the hall. But Caleb isn’t really sure if he’s allowed to leave this room.

After a few minutes, Caleb forces himself to get up and open his bag that he had set on the desk. He carefully pulls out his few belongings he had taken with him from the Soltryce: his spellbook, his pouch of components, and a little stuffed cat. He hadn’t been allowed trinkets since he was living on the Academy’s money, but the stuffed cat, Frumpkin, is all he has left of his life before. It’s worn out and ragged, threadbare in several places. But Caleb loves it all the same.

When the Arcana Pansophical had brought him to Emon with the other students, they’d been asked that they all write down their parent’s names and a description of them so that someone might contact them about their children’s whereabouts. Caleb hadn’t written anything. Both of his parents are dead, they sacrificed their lives for him.

“Any other family or friend who might be looking for you?” Allura asked him gently when he handed her a blank piece of paper. Caleb shook his head.

He had expected her to send him away, back to the Empire or to an orphanage or school, but instead, she offered up her home to him. She offered him to become her ward and she offered to teach him arcane magic. Caleb couldn’t find it in himself to refuse.

But he knows that kindness, even from the most caring people, can’t last forever. He intends to learn all he can from Allura before she sends him away. He can already tell that she is one of the most powerful mages he’s ever met.  

a quick redraw of a 2019 caleb (missing him hours)

With the Mighty Nein animated series being in the works, there’s one thing I’m really hoping for and I don’t know if it’ll happen.

I want the little details of Caleb casting spells to be there, like how Liam describes the components and how he uses them. I would love it if we just had a zoomed in shot of him grabbing stuff out of his pouch and smooshing it together and then BOOM ✨magic✨

Because I swear Liam does it almost every time while everyone else is just like ‘imma cast this at this level’ so it would be so funny if everyone else casting spells was (unless it was a big moment) to just be BAM ✨magic✨

THIS ABSOLUTELY THIS MY GOD. I love that he goes from a stray starved cat to a happy fat old indoor cat

moar fat caleb. he has tried every single kind of soup that the kryn has to offer. by the time jester and fjord have a kid he's very solidly the picture of kindly uncle. he goes shopping in zadash and someone briefly mistakes him for another pumat clone.

i love the fat caleb agenda so much. the idea hes so big that even pumat would see him and make jokes that they're the same size? thats one big ginger wizard especially one who's human and started out starving! i said it in the last fat caleb ask but he would truly thrive as the professor stereotype that involves sweet middle aged men that do Not remotely fit into the tweed jackets they wear to their classes, but somehow it stays on anyway. he gets home and essek rushes to take it off him to admire him with that soft purple gaze.

There was an Agreement

Between the Circus Kids, as Caleb had taken to calling them, there had been a longstanding agreement not to let the other forget anything important. Not when they knew that it could happen and how much it would hurt them to realize it when it did. 

It had been Mollymauk’s idea. It was why he had given Yasha the book she used to press flowers and small keepsakes meant to be passed on to the woman she had wanted to show the world to. It had been Mollymauk’s idea, to find her on a bad night, and prod her back to reality to ask the small questions. The important questions. 

“What colour were her eyes, love?”

“What did she used to call you again?”

“Can you tell me that story about that time you fell into the swamp? That was funny and I need a laugh.”

Yasha remembered every question. Every detail it had been meant to drudge up and back to the front of her mind. Every small smile she missed and the way Zuala’s eyes would light up right before she laughed. She remembered every small pattern of speech and the way her wife had been so fierce in her love. 

And she remembered the way Mollymauk would never let her forget. 

“Caleb,” Yasha had always been afraid that her voice was too loud when she intruded on these moments the mage would take. These little reprieves long after the adventure was done and their future was safe. When there was a familiar lavender tiefling off exploring the world with no apparent recollection of them, and the life being built around the broken foundations between them was still unsteady in the wake of it all; “Do you remember Molly’s laugh?”

She did. 

She heard it often enough. In her memory and in every fresh flower in a fresh book she wanted to keep for herself. In every way Kingsley would strut or swoop in and out of her life with the same exuberance that Mollymauk had once clung to her when she made her way back into his. 

Caleb would smile at the question. “I believe we still hear it often enough, no?”

“No… No, I don’t think it’s the same. Do you remember that time we had in Zadash, when he tried to get you in on a con to get us rooms?”

There was a moment when Caleb would have to pause. To think. To realize exactly what was being asked. 

His hands would shake sometimes, as he got the drinks for them from some cupboard or other. His eyes would be wet, his smile would be sad. 

Yasha knew that Essek had tried to do the same. But it was different with someone who never knew the tiefling they both loved. Essek could never offer an opinion or correction. Beau would never want to correct them unless they twisted something so far out of the truth that she felt the need to make sure the truth was still there. 

But they had an agreement to remember. 

“Caleb,” Yasha would say, often with an arm around Caleb the same way she would once hold Mollymauk when he asked the same questions. She missed how he would climb into her lap with that annoying, feline grin of his. Caleb would lean against her and drink with her; “tell me about Molly.”

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