#mollymauk speaks

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@proelio-procusi asked | read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse

Molly had entered the library of the shared little safe house and paused briefly to look within. They grinned a bit to themselves as they saw one of two people they expected to see. Their tail wiggles with a bit of delight, and with their book in hand, Molly does a little saunter over before they climb onto the couch, depositing themselves on the opposite side, tucking their legs underneath them in a cross legged position. They open up their little book on manifesting magic and learning like the wizards do. They felt like they needed to study more like the others. They couldn’t rely on their blood magic forever.

Every so often, the tiefling’s tail would flicker a little too closely, almost subconsciously drifting towards their companion. They would realize moments before that they were about to swat them, so Molly ended up wrapping their spaded tail around their own ankle as if to keep their ‘hands to themselves’. They couldn’t help it. They just enjoyed Essek’s company. Even if it was just silently reading like this…it was comforting having someone around. It was more than enough for Molly.

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Molly chuckled along with their joke, head shaking as they wrap their hand with some spare cloth. "No, no I think you're safe. Seeing as though I spoke the incantation and you did become riddled with ice." Their tail flickered back and forth, honestly rather interested to know that the magic only affected things like their blades. At his question of Gale's knowledge, they once more shook their head.

"No, darling. Just you." Their red eyes flicker to the purple tent in the distance. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for someone of higher intelligence to know about this 'gift'. I hope you can keep a secret." With their attention resting back on the pale elf, they blink some at their thanks.

"There is no need to thank me, Astarion. I just wish to see you well. Just as I do our other companions. Should you need to feed again in the near future, you're more than welcome. Just let me know ahead of time so I can prepare myself." It was strange to watch Astarion bow his head to them. They weren't sure it was warranted. "I enjoy having you as my friend, Astarion. So if there is anything else I can help you with, don't hesitate to ask."

Astarion listened with interest, and greater interrest still as the tiefling demonstrated their abilities. "Ha! Now that's what I call keeping a trick up your sleeve!" The elf laughed, admiring the icy blade and moving in front of his companion for a better look , before a thought struck him and interrupted his fun. "Shit, hang on, you can't freeze me from the inside now, can you?" He asked, only half joking.

"Does Gale know about this? He'd have a blast with you, pardon the expression. I can just hear him launch into a verbal essay about 'the power of the weave'." He rolled his eyes, exhausted at the mere thought.

"Ugh, perish the thought. On a more serious note though, Mollymauk, I want to thank you for your offer. Very few would befriend a vampire knowingly, let alone offer their own blood as a meal. It means very much to me." He bowed his head slightly in thanks, his hand over his chest.

[kermit-coded]

do you ever think about how physically affectionate caleb gets when he's genuinely excited/at ease enough to let his guard down? we see it mostly with nott/veth early on in the campaign, with molly when he's kinda out of it in hupperdook. like, it makes me wonder what he would've been like if he'd gotten to grow up without trent's mind games blowing up his life.

[tinykuroneko]

Something something the inherent longing of sun and moon coded characters who love each other but feel like the other is just out of reach.

[lanseax]

Larian Studios I know what you are

[reilora-borealis]

One of my only campaign 2 pet peeves is when people try to pretend that Kingsley and Molly are the same person. Maybe Kingsley does turn out to be quite similar to Molly! But imo making him too similar to Molly kind of undermines what Taliesin was trying to do with Molly in the first place. 

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@proelio-procusi asked | “ i deserved worse.”

Molly wasn't usually caught this off guard by the wizard, but that was...unexpected. "Essek...look here, darling." Moving over, they do the motion that previously has worked with Caleb when he feels down on himself. The lilac creature would reach out and pull him close, pressing their foreheads together for just a moment, eyes closed as they think of what to say next.

"...I deserved worse when I as that...fiend. That killer. I did terrible things to everyone. To you. And yet you all saved me. I deserved to stay dead. To not ever become that person ever again. And you all took that chance." Pulling away, Molly searches his features looking for some semblance of understanding why he felt this way. "Chin up, dear one. You deserve the world. Just like the rest of us."

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Molly grinned a little more to themselves as they settle back on their chair, spinning left and right a little bit by just the push of their foot.

"I feel like she's gone more and more lately." Molly pouts. They missed their angel. He couldn't imagine how Niamh felt when it came to her absence. Molly just hoped that the little dragon would help.

When she asks of their trip, the tiefling shrugs and lets out a long sigh. "I went to Darktow for a little bit. Went to Nicodranas for a little while after that...visited Caleb under guise of night." They snickered at that last part. It was still risky to be seen in the Empire, seeing as though their counterpart had worked with Vess who was in turn aligned with all the Cerberus Assembly bullshit.

"It was good seeing him. He's been helping me with the fragments and...feeling more like myself again." Molly spoke softly, their hands pressing against their chest as if mimicking smashing all the broken pieces back together. "It's been interesting."

Niamh wasn't sure what she'd do without a friend like Molly. He always seemed to know what to say to help her feel better. She smiled, reaching up and wiping away her tears with her palm. She set her new dragon friend back on the table.

As Molly sat down to get comfortable, she turned to the sink to wash her hands. "Oh, you haven't missed much. Yasha's been gone for a little over a week now, but Jester and Beau stopped by a few days ago to say hello. Caduceus wrote and said he would come visit soon."

Drying her hands on her apron, she began to get out the ingredients for their meal. She settled on some rice, meat, and vegetables. Something easy but filling.

"How was your trip? Where did you go?"

[lunarblazes]

whenever i read comics i have to chant to myself "i do not have a type of character. my taste in characters is purely coincidental. i have no issues" because i do shit like read the x2 nightcrawler special and then immediately dive back into reading hellboy

[kermit-coded]

maybe au headcannon where after molly's death the rest of the nein start repairing their clothes with colorful embroidery.

[floweroflaurelin]

omg you're a critical role fan too? i followed you for mcyt a while ago but just got into cr myself. are you just a campaign 3 fan? im watching campaign 2 myself, but i've heard 3 is great

Yes I am!! :D Im enjoying huevember allowing me to make art for all my interests, including CR and the locked tomb series hahaha

Campaign 3 is the only one I’ve been able to keep up with and watch live every week, but I’m a big fan of the characters from C2 even if I havent watched the entire campaign—I went to see the Echoes of the Solstice in the movie theatre, which was awesome!! I’m a fan of Vox Machina through the animated tv show, and also EXU, and Calamity, and Candela Obscura (I’m actually SO obsessed with Candela Obscura rn) (if you’re reading this and haven’t watched I highly recommend it)

Campaign 3 is so great! I’m enjoying it a ton. I’m pretty much nocturnal so the 10pm-2am broadcast works really well, I put it on to watch with my best friend every week and get a ton of work done.

I appreciate people who are also in multiple fandoms expressing that theyre happy to see me make art for my other interests!! :D

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"Hmm wouldn't that be an idea. I wish I had thought of that idea." Molly grins as they cross their arms behind their head, walking with a bit more purpose than before. But, then again, they were selfish in times when wanting to keep Caleb's attention for themselves. That was alright, wasn't it? Mentally shrugging that thought off, the tiefling hummed at Caleb's question in thought, wondering exactly what sounded good.

"Well, there's that restaurant across the street from the bakery that Jester loved so much...where she got those bear claws. Or we can snack on treats from said bakery...or i could make you a homemade meal when we get back. Believe it or not, I make a mean stew."

"Perhaps we can convince them to have a night if for once," Caleb spoke as he was glad that the pair of them were able to do something a little slower pace. "I know Jester would likely say yes if we make it some sort of sleepover." Caleb knew that going out a lot could be taxing and he personally preferred slower nights in anyways, the rest of the Nein were a chaotic bunch so it could go either way honestly.

"As far as food goes what are you in the mood for?" Caleb asked after a moment.

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

I think this year my creative project I'm going to do is embroider a khimar in a mexican way. Maybe I'll even use some of the pattern brushes as starting points. I think it will make a nice thing to wear to fancy events and a good way to dress islamically mexican.

I also need to embroider my graduation cap still. I know this year is gonna mark 2 years since graduation but. I do want eventually when I have my own place to display my serape stole + rainbow cords + embroidered cap.

[ludinusdaleth]

extremely fuzzy molly/kingsley in the style of nick robles' nightcrawler before he starts bulking up perhaps? wyll becoming a big cute chubby dad after settling down with tav?

two EXTREMELY galaxy brained ideas here!!!!

i adore the idea of molly and maybe some other tiefling variants being fuzzy? even when i was a marvel fan i never hinged on x men, but i wanted more of what nightcrawler had going on and really loved his design, so i really like this idea. and i think it works really well with the tealeafs, too? genuinely may include that in designs of them in my head. and pairing that with the bearing-up kingsley headcanon of an earlier ask..... oughoughhoooo..... absolutely perfect character design to me

and WYLL!!!!!!! i think subconsciously i was waiting for someone to propose wyll here. if anything being chubbier and middle aged somehow adds to his already unmatchable charm. i think hed jest and joke lightedheartedly about it and how hes not as spry anymore, only to easily disarm any challenger before they can blink. also him as a dad ;; he deserves it so much. wyll you deserve the world.

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"Oh, yes! As a fucking dooknob!" Molly cackles, patting Evoka on their shoulder as they walked, making light of the situation as the road carries ever onward. "I'm not sure how or why, but I awoke with a jolt. Not a memory or name or anything that I could pull from the putty that was my brain. Just a word, I was told, over and over again: 'empty'. I don't know why that word, but that word it was." They thought over it a little more, tapping their chin with an index finger.

"I know, for fact, that I am not undead, for I still bleed red blood, this heart still beats in my chest, and my mind is my own." The tiefling smoothed a hand through their hair. "It was terrifying, really. Especially because, you know, there is only so much oxygen when you're in a wooden box. I clawed and scraped my way out of the box and then have to go six feet up. It was incredible I didn't suffocate, really." Molly extends their hands out in front of them, admiring their sharp claws, fingers decorated with jewelry.

"It was just my grave, too, so I'm honestly not sure what happened. There was just a simple grave marker. No name, nothing. Just little old me in the ground. And I mean that. The old me remains in the ground. This new me is much better."

As Evoka speaks, though, Molly's attention is completely upon them, listening with delight how the elf is willing to share all their information about the kind of magicks they use. "Oh, darling, I care not what kind of magicks you use. As long as you don't mind watching me slice myself open from time to time to use sanguine magic to kill our foes."

The tiefling grinned wickedly. It was no secret that their body was littered with scars. From their neck, down the back and front of their torso, across both arms, and of course the palms of their hands. All in angles of self inflicted manner.

"I think we're going to have a grand time with one another. With so much unknown, just think of all the stories we can tell! To strangers, to each other, oh it'll be phenomenal." The technicolor coat danced as their hands moved in accordance to their emotions. "Well, Evoka, just know that I will help keep you safe on this journey. You don't have to be too scared. We'll find all the best bars, all the libraries, oh! You'll have so much fun! I'll try and make it as enjoyable a thing you've ever experienced!" They snicker a little more and look down to the druid. They were so adorable, Molly could just kiss their cheeks.

"Dead?" That perks the druid's interest. A rather morbid fascination befitting of one whose circle dealt heavily in subjects often deemed taboo. Stemmed from both deeply rooted trauma and a beautiful lens for that which was often called grotesque. Evoka can't help but gush a bit, "A true resurrection then? You don't strike me as an undead! Though I've actually hardly dealt with undead folks I didn't create with my spores and those zombies or skeletons don't really count."

"Oh I should probably mention that. Since necrotic magic and the ilk can be rather controversial even among other druids... I'm the closest a druid can get to a necromancer. I hope that's alright. If your conscious needs sparing I don't actually touch or try to enslave souls. By the oak father's beard, no. The sect of my faith believes death and undeath is merely another part of nature. Not inherently good nor evil. But I shall spare you my sermons or preaching. I'm not that type of woodland priest." Rambling off with a wide excited smile. Not pressing Molly too hard on any of it given the limited statement though quite curious.

Evoka wants to ask if he remembers decomposing. What is it like to decay? If it was truly wonderful to be embraced and crushed beneath the soil. He's somewhat envious. To die and come back seemingly flawless. Mollymauk gets the benefits of both. Or at least that's the half-drow's line of thinking.

Which also explains why Evoka could potentially be more violent and destructive than druids more devoted to preserving life. The dead men left behind will be picked apart by the wildlife and reclaimed by the earth. As nature intended.

Walking in step next to the tiefling. Bright eyed and perhaps naively optimistic. "I hope you're right. Maybe we'll find it together?" In truth Evoka preferred talking to animals. After a lifetime of rejection and cruelty it was the safer bet. But Molly seemed a welcoming sort. Perhaps they were different.

"In truth it's kind of exciting. Not knowing I mean. We can enjoy all of life's delights until we decide what we truly want to live for. Nothing holding us back." Admitting rather bashfully at the end, "I rarely got to leave my old woods, my home was more isolated and most of my teachers disconnected from society. There's a lot of this that's new to me. It's scary too but at least... I don't have to do it alone."

[tinykuroneko]

I am constantly thinking about Molly being shorter than Caleb in the M9 Animated lineup and I am fucking giddy about because that means if I draw Molly in one of Caleb’s shirt, Molly can wear it as a short dress >:3c