#caleb x mollymauk

[fatallyaddictedtofiction]

My favourite Caleb Widogast moments:

"I was so sure. I was SO sure... Until I wasn't"

Caleb interacting with Lucien

Caleb being taught spells by Essek

Essek saying "They need you" when we all know it was an "I need you"

Trent using sending on Caleb after they escape

Molly kissing Caleb on the forehead

Yasha shaving Caleb

(Liam physically scratching his arms to show us Caleb's nervous habits)

When Essek (A WIZARD) pulls a HUMAN (Caleb) out from under a BUILDING

Look, his whole personality of a singed cat (similar to wet cat, slight difference) just makes me so interested in his character i focus on him for weeks at a time then forget abiut him for a month

[icarus-does-fall]

Maaannnn I need more critical role friends

I need someone to understand the absolute insane amount of which I ship a human man with two purple idiots who have all committed war crimes

[glitchisbroken]

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[llysaan]

Here is the final piece in this Mighty Nein Collection commissioned by a fellow Critter. This was such a joy to work on, and I’ve loved seeing all of your comments about each piece!! Under the cut, you’ll see all the paintings together as well as a fun surprise at the end 🥰

And just as a clarification, that isn’t me in the final photo, but the Critter who began this project with me and preferred to remain anonymous ❤️ (and don’t worry, I received their permission to post this!)

[the-magpieprince]

Some Critical Role text posts

[liltaireissocute]

Ich bin nich´ ich, wenn du nich´ bei mir bist- bin ich allein

[castiel-013]

Commission by @irlplasticlamb , cries screams dissolves!!! Waaaaaa

[smokedhamu]

"Maybe you and I are both damned."

Loved the Caleb & Essek scene in episode 97, it was a great character development moment for Caleb and it parallels with an early episode where Molly did the same thing to Caleb, I find this kind of thing speaks to me a lot.

(Drew this in 2020)

[critter-roles]

Listen-- I know we've been robbed of romance between Liam and Taliesin's characters in the last two campaigns, but third time's the charm, right?

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello there so I saw a headcanon of Vox Machina having a s/o who is usually calm and nice sort of like the mom friend of the group and one day at a tavern a person picking fun at the member the s/o is with and the s/o being like: “Hold my ale.” All nice and sweet before fucking beating the other person up without hesitation. So I'm wondering if you can do this with the mighty nein as well.

One ale 🍺 coming up!!

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Nott/Veth

Some ass was giving her a hard time at the tavern but you were not having it. The minute you stand to defend her, she’s equally emotional at your protection but also raucously cheering you on. Or joining in

Jester

Just as every bit of fiery as you but she’s all blushes and giggles when you defend her, a “my hero” kiss on the cheek when you come back

Mollymauk/Kingsley

Honestly he’s quite impressed with how good you are in a fight and once you come back over to sit by him, he’s proud to show you off, “next round is on me”

Caleb

There’s an itching feeling he gets whenever someone tries to cause him problems, but the anxieties leave him when you step up for him. It makes him feel protected after so many years of pain before

Fjord

Easily knows he could overtake someone but it’s a sense of pride he gets when you stick up for him. Even more amusing if he or said offender towers over you

Cadeuces

Ever the calm cleric, he’ll just casually sip away at his drink as you deliver, giving side eye to the one who insulted him earlier, “I mean, I did warn you…”

Essek

Not one to stand for rudeness, and though he’s itching to cast that Dumancy, it’s more lovingly entertaining watching you do the honors

Beauregard

She knows you can handle yourself and actively encourages you when you get into it with someone, a proud “kick their ass babe!”

Yasha

She can only have a faux sense of concern for said offender before you’re winding up to smack them down, a bit of a smug “oh you shouldn’t have done that”

[railroad-migraine]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a Mighty Nein version of the hiding in the alley together Bell's hells scenario you wrote? I really loved your Bell's hells one! Thanks!

Thank you darling! I love that post so much too 🥰

Bell's Hells version 💙

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Beau 💜

You're standing on her toes, and her elbow is poking harshly into your side, and you both just don't know where to look. "Sorry, I'll scoot over a little bit-" "No, wait, hang on a sec-" Awkward scrambling ensues. You whisper and try to convince her to put up with the closeness until you guys are safe, but she. Just. Won't. Listen. Eventually, her squirming has you both off centre and reaching for each other for balance, and she murmurs a quiet: "... oh."

Beau isn't a romantic, never has been, and she's never really gazed into someone's eyes as purposefully as she is right now. You're fucking gorgeous. How has she never stopped to just look at you before? Have you always been so... You blink in confusion as she seems to soften, ever so slightly, calming down enough to breathe in sync with you.

You feel a palm drag itself up your arm, up, up, up until she finally cradles your jaw. And you both stand there, unmoving, for who knows how long, before she eventually tears herself away from you and the alley with a grumble. You take a moment to recover from the intense look in her eye, running after Beau only when she calls your name to hurry up.

-

Caleb 💜

His mouth is puckered in a tight frown as he looks anywhere but your face. It's an incredibly tight squeeze where you've found yourselves, so narrow that you're effectively pinning the wizard to the wall behind him. Your palms rest flat at either side of his neck and his hands have curled into little fists between your chests. Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears - or maybe it's Caleb's - you're not quite sure whose it is when you're this close together.

It's incredibly quiet. Awkward, even. So you say something. Anything. A stupid comment on how this is like a cheesy scene in one of the awful smutty books that's been passed around the group, and he can't help but huff a laugh and try to hold back an amused smile. His shoulders relax and he rests his head against the wall to finally get a better look at you, and something makes you lean your head towards him, following his lead. His lips part slightly as you move closer and-

Nott/Veth calling both your names from outside the alley jerks your faces apart, and Caleb very hurriedly inches away from you. "We should, ah..." He reluctantly shuffles towards the road, adjusts unkempt hair and smooths down the front of his coat, fingers twisting the buttons shyly. "W-we should go join the others, ja?" His heart sings at the simple touch of you linking pinkies with him. It's a quiet message he doesn't need to worry about deciphering.

-

Fjord 💜

"Beggin' your pardon." You can't help but snort. Even in times of peril, in situations where you're taking cover from the intense fighting outside of alleyways, Fjord still manages to treat you well and act the perfect gentleman. He shushes you, smiling himself, and it briefly feels like you're the only two people in the world - except for those in the battle mere feet away from your hiding spot.

His eyes soften as you share a secret grin with him, but not in the way you'd like. He clears his throat, peeks out of the gap of the alley."Look, I know this isn't an ideal situation but..." You say his name sweetly, urge him to look up from the ground to meet your gaze, and you see colour quickly spread across his neck in embarrassment. He swallows thickly and looks away, and breathes out the quietest shuddering sigh.

A hesitant hand reaches out for yours, and you grip it tight before he can regret taking the leap. The rest of the Nein find you both in that same position minutes later once the battle had officially ended and it was safe to leave, all tangled fingers and soft gazes. Fjord never wants to let go.

-

Jester 💜

"Are you gonna kiss me?" She's a little cross eyed, a little flushed and out of breath, and so so pretty this close up. Her eyes flick between your own, both your noses just barely grazing. "It feels like now would be a good time to kiss me." And it does.

But the moment is ruined when a swarm of soldiers charges right by the alley's entrance, and Jester lunges forward to hug you close. Together you find yourselves huddled further in the shadows while the enemy runs right by your hiding spot. She's so soft in your arms, perfect - it's like she belongs there - and you want to tell her that, but saying so out loud would easily blow your cover. So you settle for keeping her close, a hand in her hair while she ducks her head under your chin.

You wait until the last soldier has gone before you reluctantly remove yourself from the tiefling (who visibly pouts) and peek outside the alley. Once the coast is clear, you look over your shoulder, only to find Jester already looping arms with you. She smiles, this time confidently, and you enter daylight once more with no mention of the almost-kiss.

-

Mollymauk 💜

He doesn't say a word. Which, y'know, is ideal when skulking about in an abandoned alley, away from prying eyes of spies and mercenaries - but the way how Mollymauk is not-so-subtly glancing your way every few seconds is awfully distracting. You lightly push against his chest, tell him in a hushed voice to stop smirking so much, that this is a very serious situation. "What? Can I not look at you now? Can I not enjoy the little things while we fear for our lives? Who knows when I'll see something so lovely again~"

You push him again, a little more forcefully this time, and he actually barks a laugh, sways back to you and tilts his head with sticky fondness. There's a sudden commotion nearby - heavily armoured folk who suddenly look in the direction of the sound and touch their weapons suspiciously. Quick thinking in the moment has you press your body closely to Molly's, making your forms fit within shadow, and cover his mouth with your hand.

And he's silent again, but his expression has changed. He never looks away from you, nor you him, both of you holding breaths in anticipation - of being discovered, or of something more passionate, you are not completely sure - but the moment is never interrupted. When all is safe and sound once more after the hired fighters evacuate the nearby area, he slowly peels your hand away and presses a single, simple touch of his lips to your palm. It's barely even a kiss, but you don't mind. It's nothing. It's something. It's a promise.

-

Yasha 💜

She's... Well, you already knew that she was tall before this, but you never really knew exactly how tall Yasha was until you were up against each other in a tiny alleyway in some fancy town neither of you know the name of. It's a small space, and there are hired thugs sniffing around town looking for you and the Nein, but you feel so safe with the barbarian - a protective barrier between you and the rest of the world. Your face warms at the thought.

She peers down at you with a blank expression, and you expect awkward silence, but she surprises you with: "Well this is quite cosy, isn't it?" It's dark in the alley, but she can see the wrinkles by your eyes when you smile at her. Good. That'll ease the tension immensely... And the slightly nervous pitter patter of her heart.

Despite it all, she's a little flustered being so close to you. It's weirdly intimate caging you in, and she curses under her breath quietly when you look away bashfully and bite your lip with a grin. She's obviously done something right when you gently rest a hand on her arm and ease her wandering mind. She still feels that touch hours after, and wonders if you're thinking of it too.

-

Kingsley 💜

You don't want to admit it, but you're panicking. What started off as a cheeky side quest quickly spiralled into a catastrophe, and you now find yourself in a claustrophobic space with bad guys on your tails, and you have grazed knees after tripping earlier and you're stuck with your most charming friend who looks at you like he loves you, and it's all too much, and- "Hey, keep your eyes on me."

Kingsley is holding your face in his hands, and you can barely make out his crimson eyes in the dark, but you know he's giving you that look again. "We're gonna be fine, we're gonna get out of this. I'll buy you a drink later, you'll see." You want to believe him, even as your heart drums loudly in your chest, leftover adrenaline dulling in your veins. You follow his lead, breathe in, and breathe out as you move to hold the wrists of his hand that are cupping your face still. You find calm, and he looks proud. Maybe it's only a shadow of an expression in the dark though.

Instead of leading you back towards the ship, Kingsley takes you by the hand and dances around the crowded marketplace towards a quiet tavern on the outskirts of town. He reaches out and holds the door open for you, and grins when you look puzzled."I owe you a drink, remember?"

[scarilydark]

Mighty Nein and their favorite video games/video games genres!

Beauregard: hardcore fighting game fan, Street Fighter, Tekken, Mortal Kombat, if you can name it, she's probably absurdly good at it.

Caleb: Minecraft, enjoys playing in creative/peaceful. complicated redstone creations, entire cities and castles, etc Veth: her favorite video game is Candy Crush. Jester: plays Minecraft with Caleb, also loves Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Sims, and Pokemon (her favorite pokemon is all of them) Fjord: racing games/sports games, but whenever the Nein play a game together, they make him play the horror games cause he has the funniest reactions. Caduceus: similar vibe to Jester, tbh, Minecraft, Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, but he also enjoyed Untitled Goose Game immensely. Yasha: has a soft spot for dating games and visual novels Mollymauk: loves action games, Devil May Cry, Bayonetta, etc Essek: doesn't play many video games, but Caleb has been introducing him to stuff. secretly a master of DDR. The entire Nein play single player games together, depending on how hard it is they pass the controller per death.

[artemis-pendragon]

Widomauk still haunts me every day of my life because it's SUCH a good dynamic and if Molly hadn't fuckin died we could have had a traumatized angsty Liam character x unhinged hedonistic Taliesin character romance and that would've been absolutely unparalleled

[escape-from-reality-reads]

Armored

The start of a fic set in regards to a conversation that happened between my partner and me in regards to Tieflings using their tails for various things.

M9 x Reader

slight mollymauk x reader

slightly suggestive but that's up to interpretation

Find it on AO3

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You were staring. You knew it. Molly knew it. Everyone knew it and it was starting to get weird. 

It wasn’t the first time Molly had been stared at, being part of a carnival for a while, but the Nein were a bit more cautious about where they looked so as to not garner unwanted attention. Yet here you were; deep in thought, unmoving, and staring at his tail. At first he thought you were just staring into space so he started moving the appendage back and forth to be sure, only to have your eyes follow its every move. 

Glancing towards the rest of the crew with a smirk he lifts his tail to eye height, your eyes faithfully following.

“Glad you were able to find my eyes darling.”

“Why don’t you use your tail as a whip?”

He freezes at the random sentence. “I — What?”

You finally focus on his face. “Your tail. Why don’t you use it as a whip? I’ve seen both you and Jester lash your tails fairly quickly and it's about the width of my whip.” You place your bullwhip on the table, unwrapping part of it. 

Jester was the first to recover “That would hurt tho.” 

You look over. “Not if you wrap or braid it with leather or something. You’d essentially be making a new piece of armor that protects your tail. Plus you could probably find a blacksmith and get a piece of metal that you could place over the end that would be sharper to help deal damage.” 

“Almost like a stinger on a wasp.” Yasha responds, entering the conversation. “You could grapple with your arms and wrap around with your tail.” 

“Even without wrapping I feel like it wouldn’t be too different from clotheslining someone with an arm.” Beau leans forward, now entrenched in the idea. 

You nod. “It would probably hurt more than that, considering that the amount of contact would be smaller.”

“We could even get different things to attach to the end!” Jester states, pulling out her sketchbook and scribbling down some ideas while muttering to herself.  

Molly, finally snapping out of it, leans forward onto the table. “Your brain never ceases to amaze darling. Where did this come from?” 

You stare at him in confusion, slowly raising the bullwhip from the table. “You have something attached to your ass that looks like a shorter version of my main weapon of choice. I have seen you actively move it however you want. Why are you so surprised I asked this question?” 

Beau laughs. “Molly they say the most out of pocket shit that I have ever heard. You can’t be surprised by this. Between the threats of shaving people bald, wanting to make mimics their pet, and responding to things with random noises that make no sense, I'm just happy there’s some logic in this one.” 

Fjord, Caleb, and Nott sit down with new drinks, Nott speaking up first. “We making fun of Y/N and their mannerisms?” Jester jumps in, quickly explaining the small conversation that had happened while they were away, leaving you able to lean over to Molly. 

“You know, I could just braid a fabric around your tail for fun.” 

Molly looks back to you. “Oh?” 

“Wrap it up, put some charms on the fabric. Could even do so as to match the rest of your attire. Doesn’t have to be a defensive thing.” 

Molly smirks. “Was this just a long con to be able to play with my tail darling? You know all you need to do is ask.” 

You shrug with a smile, a glint in your eye that Molly quite enjoys. “But now Jester has an option to use to get alone time with a certain green someone.” 

Molly barks a laugh “Oh you clever little thing you.” All you respond with is an eyebrow wiggle as you drink your ale. 

[pocketgalaxies]

molly, beau, and keg: *YELLING AT EACH OTHER*

caleb, in the distance: just make conversation!

beau: >:( >:( how's your day. >:( >:( >:(

[ted-dy-bear]

au where molly stops slapping their boyfriend

(based on a bit with my partner about that Forehead Kiss + headcanon that molly would call caleb the dumbest and silliest pet names)