#Molten

[razberryblur]

can confirm, they've watched me trip directly into the pond

[piowasthere]

Molten bby ur back i missed u sm

imma be honest, i love the fact that she's feeding him, putting her little hoovie-handies into the mouth of this huge, tall, broken, essentially murder machine with razor-sharp, needle-like teeth, made out of unknown, practically indestructible material robot- just completely unfazed, not scared or anything, there's 100% trust put into him, no hesitation whatsoever

but i love the fact she's not scared of scary-looking ppl if she knows they're friendly bc she once was like that herself she doesn't judge

i swear, she's too innocent for her own good. </3

[EP: Captain Dazzle's SPACE ADVENTURES (LAES)]

[fullcravings]

3-Minute Molten Double Chocolate Mug Cake

[yourfoodiedesires]

Vanilla Hot Chocolate Molten Cookies | Half Baked Harvest

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[elysianaut]

Swordtember 23

25. - Molten

A sword of everflowing molten metal. The forgemaster's blade was not a weapon of mere iron but rather its very source, white hot and inexhaustible.

[motsaenggin]

Brokkr and the Sampo (2024, markers and colored pencils).

[klunsgod]

yay no gore. except Afton's skull. that may be gore

pizzeria sim designs. love the style i did here. a lot of people's faults with Scraptrap redesigns is that it's just Springtrap again. great, it's definitely that rabbit that i hate, but it's a bit too sentimental to what came before.

you have to look at Afton's goals here. he kills to reach immortality; he takes the lives of others so he can extend his own. that's what he wanted before he ever donned a rabbit suit, and he's suffered every step of the way because of it.

and yet he keeps going, believing there's a reward after all of this, that he thinks he's just going to live an immortal life after rotting for 30 years. it's delusional. in the game files, he's simply referred to as "Afton", not Springtrap nor Scraptrap. that's why he's wearing broken glasses and a makeshift suit in my design. it's a delusional recreation of his past life as the Afton matriarch after everything he's done.

that's how i did my designs, by looking at the context and history of a character.

anyway Read More has past quotes of mine that gives you Extra Context

Twitter: i hate Lefty i hate him so much i love him so much

okay well that wasn't a... very good quote...

[kazoofnafhumanaublog]

Hey

[jerminfestedmedia]

Critical Role Spoilers for episode 77

As soon as I heard the description i just had to paint this Ashton scene.

I also spied Sam being a little sly at the end of a 'stressful' conclusion and I thought why not draw a lil feeling of what might happen next in the background.

Made with watercolour paints, pencils, posca textas, ink, and liquid gold.

[cosmixer]

we heart molten

HERES A DRAWING I DID WITH ALCOHOLIC MARKERS!

this is the first time her lava/magma form is in COLOR!!

he mesmerized by his hot girl (literally)

the post i made before this one was her introduction post

[bluemoon1331]

Something about Dark Sun 'tripping' on the stairs and 'accidentally' colliding with Dazzle has my Spidey sense activating. Don't sit right with me. That man lives in a giant multi-story castle and has a reality bending lab. I am scrutinizing that scene above all of today's oddities.

[den-kunn]

> | Ultimate Custom Night | <

✨ Molten Freddy ✨

I never learn huh

[moltenwrites]

PAINTINGS CHAPTER 2 - Years Later

Heya everyone, I know I'm a day late, but here part 2 of Paintings! Paintings is a small love/mystery story following Astera & Asim, if you want to see how their story starts, you can read all the chapters here

Story starts under the break

Astera sighed, quickly tapping her fingers across the museum's wooden front desk. Each tap made a quiet, hollow, thunk. She raised her non occupied hand to her nametag, adjusting it so that it was even with the pocket of her black suit. She kicked the bottom of the desk lightly, and her pitch black pants ruffled as her shoes collided with the wood. It made a much louder, though similarly hollow, thunk. 

She looked across the room. The sun shone brightly through the glass double doors; the black leather benches opposing her were surely heating up as a result of them. Astera groaned, lowering her cheek to her hand. She turned her face to the rest of the museum. She saw a family observing a sculpted head of a man. It glared with disgust back at them. She focused her eyes elsewhere.

 Astera saw a couple, hands locked, looking up to a painting. It depicted a series of abstract shapes barely recognizable as human. Astera looked at the painting for a moment, slowly being dropped into the disturbing world it created. She was jolted out of it suddenly by the bell of the door ringing. She shot into perfect posture, throwing a casual smile onto her face. She turned to face the customer, 

“ How can I help you? “ She asked, before even turning to see the visitor. 

“ Astera? “

 As soon as she heard the voice, her eyes widened in surprise, 

“ Oh- wow- its you?! “ 

Asim smiled as she carefully shut the door behind him, 

“ In the flesh! It's a pleasure to see you here again. “ 

Astera looked Asim up and down.  It was as if he had been frozen in time. He wore the same orange glasses, the same woolen sweater, and the same dark blue jeans. Astera smiled before speaking

“ Wow- it's crazy to see you again. And here of all places. “ 

Asim nodded,  

“ Somehow, I knew that conversation wouldnt be the last we saw of each other. “ 

Astera shook her head, still in awe of the coincidence,

 “ Yeah, I'm surprised you even recognize me. You know, with the- “ 

She pointed towards her naturally brown, now below shoulder length hair. 

She quickly pushed up her light red framed glasses on her small nose. 

Asim chuckled,

 “ Why, how could I not recognize you? You’re special in a way, Astera. “ 

Astera chuckled, blushing slightly, 

“ Alright then, you haven't changed a bit have you? “ 

Asim shrugged, 

“ No,  “

He turned and tilted his head to the museum

 “ I don't suppose you give tours, do you? “ 

Astera grinned, 

“ Well, I'm sure I can figure something out, give me a sec. “

 Asim nodded, standing near the desk as Astera stepped out of the confining walls of the desk.  She walked out to the stretching galleries of art. She paced forward until she found another woman wearing an identical suit. She stood tall with a perfectly straight back and bunned black hair. She had olive skin and angrily crossed arms 

`` Hey, Lorreta? “ 

The woman turned to Astera. She had a natural frown, 

“ What? Aren't you supposed to be at the front? '' 

Astera awkwardly smiled. She clasped her hands together, 

“ Uh, yeah. Speaking of that, could you do me a huge favor? “ 

Loreta rolled her eyes,  

“ What? '' 

She sighed. Astera chuckled nervously

“ Well- uh, an old friend came by, and this place means a lot to him. I was wondering if I could cover it while we talked a bit? '' 

Astera was shaking slightly,  

“ It won't be for that long! I swear I'll make it up to you and- “ 

Loreta shushed her, 

“ Shut up. I'll handle it, but make it quick. '' 

Astera’s face lit up. She wanted to hug Lorreta, but Loretas fed up face persuaded her away from the idea. Astera turned away from Lorreta, said a quick thanks, and ran across the wooden floors to the entrance. Each footstep left an excited knock in its wake. She ran to the entrance. She found Asim sitting peacefully on the bench. He held his hands clasped, resting on his legs. He sat completely straight, only his head controting away from its perfect posture to watch Astera run towards him. She saw him smile and chuckle lightly. 

Astera rushed in front of him, stopping suddenly. The shoes made a harsh squeal as they were forced into stillness. Astera stood up straight, putting on a formal voice, “ It's time to begin your tour sir. “ 

Asim chuckled and stood. He reciprocated her gesture with a bow,

 “ Then lead the way. “  

Astera chuckled, and began walking into the left gala of the museum, where a solo exhibition lay. As she walked toward the exhibit, Astera began speaking. 

“ It almost feels like you should be giving this tour, I remember you were great about this stuff last time. “ 

Asim chuckled, 

“ Oh heavens no. As much as I love art, I am nowhere near your expertise. “ 

Astera chuckled.

“ That's sweet of you. “ 

Asim eyed the paintings they walked by, shoulder to shoulder. Astera didn't see him frown at each of them. 

“ How long have you been working here, Aertra? “

 “ Hmmm, “ Astera muttered, 

“ Uh, I think I'm coming up on six months. “

 She chuckled, 

“ Time flies doesn't it, “ 

Asim smiled, 

“ Yes. It has been two years since we last saw each other, and yet, it feels as if it was a moment ago. “ 

Astera smiled and chuckled, 

“ Are you sure you aren't some sorta poet? “

             Asim laughed, 

“ Oh no, far from it. I apologize if my speech is a bit formal. It's just- “ 

He looked away from Astera, 

“ I find it hard to talk to new people. Making a good impression  means so much. People are so- Delicate. “

 Astera’s' eyes widened, but she smiled, 

“ Well, I guess it worked. You made one hell of a good one on me. “ 

Asims face turned slightly red, 

“ Well, that's a relief to hear. “ 

He pushed up his glasses as he entered the sculpture section of the museum. Astera eyed him quizzically

“ I gotta ask, what do you do for work? “ 

Asim smiled, 

“ I always hate telling people, they look at me weird every time I speak of it. “ 

Astera tilted her head and raised an eyebrow,

 “ Well now you have me even more curious. “ 

                Asim shrugged

 “ Well, I work at a cemetery. “

He raised his hands,

“ I know, it's odd. “ 

Astera quickly shook her head,

 “ No, no not at all! That's so cool! “ 

Asim flashed a shocked smile, 

“ Wow, that means a lot, Astera. For what it's worth, even if it's a minor role, working with the arts is indescribably impressive. “

 Astera quickly reached up to twirl her hair. As she rose her arm, it bumped into Asim’s.  She awkwardly laughed and took a step away. 

Asim grinned at her, 

“ We’re getting close. “

 Astera turned bright red, 

“ I- uh, what do you mean? “ 

Asim tilted his head forward, 

“ Look, the painting where we met. “

 Astera internally facepalmed. She followed Asim’s gaze. He was correct, the yellow and red bleeding wrist was only a small walk away

“ It's nice to be here with you again, “ Astera said. 

They both stared up at the painting. 

“ May I confess something? “ 

Astera nodded, taking her eyes off the painting, looking to Asim. 

“ What you said that day stuck with me. I've pursued the arts more, “

He turned to face her and smiled,

 “ It's nowhere near good enough for you to see yet, but someday, and I want you to know that you inspired something of beauty, “

He turned back to the painting, lowering his voice to a soft flow, 

“ And yet, nothing I make could ever match you. “ 

Asteras' face turned tomato red. She giggled, putting her hands in her pocket. Before she could reply, a ding from the glass doors erupted through the museum. As if possessed, Astera shot straight up, put on a fake smile, and turned to the door. She saw a passerby enter as Lorreta glared at her. She gave a glare that could only be interpreted as,  ‘Hurry up, ‘ Before quickly turning to the customer with a bright smile. Asim saw Astera turned. 

“ Ah, I apologize, I shouldn't have taken you away from your work, “ 

Asim smiled, “ Until we meet again, it overjoys me more than you know to have seen you again! “ 

Asim began walking away. Astera quickly ran up behind him and grabbed his wrist,

 “ Wait a sec. I like talking to you, I know you have a phone, we should stay in touch. “ 

Asim smiled widely, his face turning a slightly brighter red. 

“ Of course! I am sorry for not asking, I did not want to invade. “ 

Astera walked up beside him and shook her head.

  “ Cmon, you couldn't tell that we were having fun? “ 

Asim shrugged,

 “ I don't have ‘ fun ‘ all too much. “ 

He quickly pulled out a sleek black phone. Astera grabbed hers out of her suit pocket. They quickly exchanged numbers as they walked to the door. They said goodbye to each other, and Asim left the museum. As soon as he was out of view, Astera nearly skipped behind the desk. 

Lorreta glared at her, venomously whispering as Asim left.

“ What the hell was that? Why the fuck did you make me cover for you so you could go on a date? “ 

Astera turned red

 “ It wasn't a- “ 

Lorreta grumbled and shoved Astera out of the way “ 

Save it. Don't you dare try to make this frequent. “

 Astera shook her head

 “ I’m sorry Lorreta. “ 

Lorreta shook her head, leaving Astera in her excitement. Astera could barely focus for the rest of her shift. She smiled widely. She had to resist the urge to take out her phone and talk to Asim the moment eyes were off of her. Eventually, the shift ended. Astera walked out to her car. It was an old red station wagon. She entered the car, gingerly shutting the door behind her. She fished for her keys in her pocket. 

She felt her phone and quickly pulled it out. The home screen had no notifications. Only the time, and a photo of a red haired Astera standing on a mountain ridge. She smiled. That was a good trip. 

“ Oh yeah- “ 

She suddenly said to herself. She unlocked her phone and went to her contacts. She saw Asim's name at the top, taunting her,

 “ In a sec, sorry. “ she apologized to the screen.  She connected her phone to her car and clicked on the name  

‘ Mariana Ecneno. ‘

[fullcravings]

Vanilla Hot Chocolate Molten Cookies

[lunarreaper-ut]

May we know more about Molten?

Absolutely!

Molten is a Grillby variant, and is the blacksmith of Celestine!

He looks as if he is made of magma, though his head is still aflame

Molten makes a large variety of metal items, though primarily he works with weapons

As long as you can describe what you want, he can make it! Jewelry, armor, tools, hell, even furniture!

The knights all go to him for their weapons, so he's fairly familiar with them

He has to stop Kane from touching stuff in his smithy sometimes

Molten is a fairly calm guy, but he can have a temper if someone is being rude. He doesn't like rowdy customers.

Always wears gloves since he'd burn anything he touches on accident

Some people come to him, unable to pay for what they need, but he is kind enough to give them the item under the condition they pay when they can

Comic used to be one of these clients in the past, but he isn't any longer, and has been forced to pay his tab

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