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[lunarwoven]

     this blog has slowed down a bit, replies are apparently going to come slower in general! some things have changed in my life recently, and i think i’m still getting into the groove of it. if that’s not it, molly will just run at a slower pace indefinitely. regardless, the offer of “poking” me if you think i dont have our thread drafted stands.

     💜

[lunarwoven]

     hey so just as a reminder because i SWEAR i had a post but i must have deleted it- my laptop screen is busted! im trying to work more to save up and move back out, and while im sorta managing with my busted screen, its not perfect. on top of that, me mojos a little no go! here’s my discord for any of my mutuals who wants it! yes that means you! am i following you? are you follpowing back? yep thats you!

love bug#1407

see you all on the other side 

💜

[lunarwoven]

     hi guys long time no see! so, totally forgot this part but you know how it is. my laptops back in working order, and a little bit ago i made a multi muse blog that you can still find molly on, plus an assortment of the m9 and some ocs! if you’re interested, that’s where i am for the moment.

     find me at heavenlysouled! and as always, see you guys on the other side

     💜💜💜

[lunarwoven]

     this blog has slowed down a bit, replies are apparently going to come slower in general! some things have changed in my life recently, and i think i’m still getting into the groove of it. if that’s not it, molly will just run at a slower pace indefinitely. regardless, the offer of “poking” me if you think i dont have our thread drafted stands.

     💜

[lunarwoven]

     hey so just as a reminder because i SWEAR i had a post but i must have deleted it- my laptop screen is busted! im trying to work more to save up and move back out, and while im sorta managing with my busted screen, its not perfect. on top of that, me mojos a little no go! here’s my discord for any of my mutuals who wants it! yes that means you! am i following you? are you follpowing back? yep thats you!

love bug#1407

see you all on the other side 

💜

[soultinel-deactivated20200103]

@lunarwoven | FLORENCE + MACHINE / ACCEPTING.

❝ you can always find me here. ❞  / ;)

          gasping,

                        gasping,

                                      always gasping for breath.

      it seems like lately every time she wakes up, she’s been gasping for breath, scrambling to remove a weight from her chest that doesn’t exist– cold sweats & shaking fingers have become her reality. when she steps out of the room she shares with jester ( and sometimes nott– that had been a little bit to get used to at first, but secretly she welcomed the other’s presence ), and makes her way down stairs to the main floor, she’s still trembling, but she forces it to still when she realizes someone else is still lingering at the tables.

      she slips into a chair near molly without comment, mentally running through a list of excuses for if he asked about why she was up ( ‘nott snores, jester hogs the blankets– she never sleeps much’ ), but they all feel thick on her tongue;

                 the lies.

     she’s no stranger to falsehoods and half-truths, but when it’s just the two of them, somehow she can’t force herself to form the words– maybe it’s the uncanny way molly could look into a person and all but see the lies they told themself– what had she heard when she was stil travelling? it rang truest now— You can’t Kid a Kidder.

      but as she sits and watches him fuss with the embroidery on his coat, there’s no comment on her unrest, or on the way she can’t seem to sit still– maybe he understands– he’s got his own past, his own ghosts that haunt him. when he offers simple words, she gives a hesitant smile– fleeting, and pained, but it’s well-meant nonethless; there’s an understanding come to at that grimy table, in that dimly lit tavern, when the rest of their party are asleep, or at least pretending to be.

          “ don’t think i don’t count on it sometimes, peacock. ” fond teasing eases the lump in her throat when she thinks about the kind of shit they’re getting themselves into. the warmth chases the last trembling movements from wiry limbs, and before she realizes, her head is pillowed on her arms, and she’s dozing off at the table, listening to the sounds of molly’s humming & the ever-quiet sound of needle and thread passing methodically through fabric.

[throughfiresa-deactivated202012]

                                                  TELL ME YOU CAN HEAR ME.                                                                   I HEARD YOU.

[lunarwoven]

commaless‌

SHE PRESSES LIPS together; doubtful, doubtful - doubt filling up her mind.

‘  He’s going to figure it out - ‘ Would he? Would he?

‘  - he’s going to help you BE who you want to be again. ‘ Is he? Is he? She wipes the tear tracks off her face, eyebrows furrowing in an attempt to pull herself together. Molly’s words are small, but Nott, physically and emotionally, feels the smallest - and his words do little to help her believe in them - to soothe her and calm her. The last moments of Halas ( her salvation, her savior, her way out of the mess that she had never wanted to begin with ) play back in her mind, her trying to pry precious information out of his mind - only for him to stand his ground.

Dispel the gem. Near the body. 

She exhales, and when she breathes out, she - can understand him, just barely. Halas was playing God - playing with lives, wanting to find a way to cheat death, to essentially live forever; going against the grain of life. But by God, isn’t she a living example of cheating death, too? She was supposed to be DEAD, long, long ago - supposed to be six feet underground in a river she doesn’t know the name of - doesn’t want to remember. Why him, instead of her? Why distrust him - instead of her? What is the difference between a man who plays God and a woman who’s had God play with her life? A man who plays god - who is cunning, and ruthless, and so, so powerful -

And then there’s Caleb - the kindest man she’s ever met, as a goblin; one of the first that had shown her kindness ( when she didn’t deserve it, maybe, rotting in a prison cell long ago ) - her closest friend - and until recently, the one who would save her life; though perhaps now that Halas is out of the way, he will still be the one to do so, eventually. Caleb, the man who’s been so gentle; so PATIENT - the man who cares for her - who wants her to live, to survive, to simply be ( why would he, though? Why would he want her to live - selfish and foolish and reckless and so, god damn SELFISH )… and he has the book - and he has the spell.

And he is her dearest friend, smart and powerful - and maybe, right now, he doesn’t - he can’t afford to be ruthless, to her, no, not now - but in the future, when everything is done with; when he’s done everything he wants to do, when they’re all done with what they want to do -

- maybe then, he’ll be able to save her. She knows - Caleb wants her safety, wants her to be okay, wants her to achieve what she wants to achieve - and Halas is an outsider - an outlier, but an outsider, nonetheless.

She’s terrified, of course - she always is - and especially now, with how close she was to an easy way out - but there’s a big risk to trusting someone you hardly know - and Nott thought it was best to take that risk. 

But now, he’s gone.

And Caleb’s here.

And Caleb…

She glances away.

‘ …Molly… ‘ Her voice is like a ghost - like her, ‘ I… I get it. I - I know. ‘ She tries to push the words out of her throat, but her voice is choked - crushed between her windpipe. ‘ He can. Caleb, he - he’s a smart man. He’s… he’s clever, and he’s powerful, and -’ he’s so, so good, ‘ - He can fix me. I - ‘

She lowers her head.

‘ I’m just - I’m just SCARED. That - ‘ that he wouldn’t be able to do it, when she needs it the most. That what they’re planning to do - it’ll mess up, and she’ll be gone forever, or worst - stuck in this body, forever - that they’ll all forget about her, and that they’ll continue on adventures, without ever realizing her goal - that - 

‘ That it won’t happen. ‘

That’s all she says.

     Listens, listens, absorbs, blinks away the tears that he’s foolishly let her see. Part of him feels terrible for it, but maybe crying- maybe showing just how distraught this has him- maybe it will help convince her a little sharper. Is that to a degree, manipulative? Perhaps- but Mollymauk can live with being manipulative, at least this time. He would rather her angry and alive than dead. Selfish, yes, but true.

     ‘ I know you’re scared that it won’t happen. ‘

     It only confirms his fears. There’s just something different about believing things with great evidence to support it, and then it being said, confirmed, to your face. Molly finds confirmation to be a good thing, but in this instance, it brings a flinch about his frame. He hopes it isn’t visible. He hopes he doesn’t look like glass, the shatters slowly etching a spider web like pattern across his see through skin.

     Molly takes a deep breath and in what feels like a last ditch effort- for his own sake, for her, for them, he isn’t sure fully what it is for- he reaches out a hand, the other arm opening, the clear gesture of opening oneself, unfolding arms expectantly for a hug much needed or much wanted. Or both.

     “Come here, darling,” is whispered, eyes blinking again to clear tears, find Nott’s face, hopefully find her eyes. “I know. I know, darling, I know.”

     He doesn’t know what else he can say. He doesn’t know what he can do. He finds himself so helpless in the face of these problems, these things that are bigger than him. Bigger than both of them. Foolishly, perhaps, something of a promise leaves his lips, naturally and with little more than a break in his voice.

     “What can I do to make it better?”

[lunarwoven]

empirefire‌

               he’s a little too close to be comfortable maintaining eye contact like this, but he tries regardless;  reads into the hesitation and the starts of sentences mollymauk doesn’t follow through with, tilt his own head to follow the crimson eyes before they’re turned back to him again—and suddenly, there’s an inquisitive burn to them that makes him regret that choice but prevents him from shying back from it if he plans to keep his secrets secret, and the words that follow do nothing to set him more at ease.

                   his resolve wavers, eyes darting off in one, two directions before back to molly’s, the brush against the subject he most shies away from forcing a shiver through him in a way he can’t fully suppress, an unwilling scratch at the inside of his forearms to ease pain no longer there:  the image of ikithon following the victory pit flashes in his mind, and it is only through the unwanted lessons of an old master that he is able to keep his reaction as small as he is and bring his gaze to meet mollymauk’s before he can as much as blink in hesitation.     “  i don’t know if that’s all that relevant.  ”     it’s not defensive, like it’s meant to be comforting;  he’s no safer than mollymauk, even if he knows the faces and names—those can both be made to mean very little.  ( they’re both good examples of that. )     “  if you don’t know who they are, they don’t know who you—this you—are either, ja?  ”     and what comes later, they’ll deal with later;  that he already promised.

                   he takes no offence, but accepts the opening to change the subject, hands together in his lap and eyes down, body closing in preparation of an opening for vulnerability to follow in his words.     “  ah—do you… sorry, do you find, scents comforting?  or touching things, or, you know, um…  ”     shut up, aldric.     “  that was too forward.  ”

     despite the general quiet, the respectful, polite hesitance and low uttered words, caleb’s voice rings clearly like a roll of rumbling thunder through an undisturbed field. mollymauk, even in his fear and still shaking frame, can at least in this moment take comfort in the fact that caleb is here and that he, at least out loud, is on his side. the tiefling can consciously acknowledge that, even if the next day caleb were to make decisions to tell the complete opposite side of what he says now, molly can be happy with right now.

     he starts to form a reply to caleb’s reassurance, to the subject of who might know his face- and in a moment’s notice, he abandons all care for it at his friend back tracking like that. mollymauk refuses to let him sit in any degree of embarrassment.

     “no, it wasn’t,” he hurries out, hand jolting out like an instinct to let his fingers just brush over caleb’s knee, not quite resting on the fabric of his pants, but floating closely. “it’s a lovely suggestion, caleb- and yes, i-i do, i’m— well, what did you have in mind? i would like to hear more.”

     maybe he seems a little too eager to get it out of caleb, but he doesn’t care all that much in the moment.

[lunarwoven]

me: im fine really me, at the end of the day:

[khanos-deactivated20170219]

dont forget to remind ppl who the fuck u r in case they start getting 2 comfortable

[frogsrfriends]

if you take me into the woods i will be leaving with a large stick, several rocks and any bones or feathers i find, you cannot stop me 

[revvetha]

Things I appreciated that weren't just Caleb Angst™:

Beau stepping up and talking to the Martinet and the King just Like That!!

Jester assuring Yasha that she believed Yasha was good the whole time (also Nott's "I was on the fence")

"No... I'm Not(t)"

Apeleb placing Nott on his head and hugging Beau / ruffling her hair

Caduceus asking the Inevitable End for a hug

The fucking tension of Beau having to roll that final death save. This fucking game.

A CANON AGENDER CHARACTER?!?!! Holy shit. This is literally the first time I can think of that my identity was represented and called by name on screen on a popular show.. Thank you Matt for my life

Yasha: "I don't like him. Should I kill him? [I was making a little joke]"

The second half was quite heavy in terms of new characters, plot lines, and lore, but it was still easy enough to follow

Matt leaving it until the very end of his description to mention Trent in the throne room as if we didn't all know

Jester putting increasingly ridiculous things on the table when asked to give up her weapons

[walzergast]

@lunarwoven​ : MOLLYMAUK

STILLNESS. Caleb thinks he may not even be breathing, his body refusing to cooperate with his mind, and vice versa. Not that his mind is in any state to be taking charge of things — he hardly knows what’s going on around them.

All he can see is that damned face, all he can hear is that awful, grating voice. Fear grips him, icy and cold, pushes him deeper into the water, suffocates him.

There’s a ringing in his ears, loud and high and horrible. He feels bodies all around him — almost as oppressive as the fear — but they’re protective, creating a shield around him. A tail curls around his back, helps guide him along as they walk.

Caleb feels like he’s about to fall apart, or perhaps collapse inwards on himself. Bren.

He feels like he may throw up.

[lunarwoven]

     It is obvious, Mollymauk is sure of that- but he can’t quite bring himself to care. The proverbial cat is out of the bag, and the thought brings Molly closer to his friend, shoulder to shoulder as his tail can’t help but wrap just a bit tighter, safer, around Caleb’s back. He’s careful not to let the sharp end prod the wizard too much, minding more how the man walks than anything else.

     The feeling of dread that crawls up his back is unfortunately very familiar, while alien at the same time.

     “Stay with us, Caleb,” the tiefling murmurs, emphasizing the man’s name. His hand snakes around his side, just barely holding onto Caleb’s waist, patting his friend lightly. “Eyes forward, we don’t look back here. Understand me?”

[celestieua-deactivated20220720]

“ i’m waiting for the snow. i’m waiting for vision.                        so i can feel brighter - i can feel lighter.  

ind. dungeons & dragons / fantasy based original character.  //  template credit. 

[lunarwoven]

(bite) - for your muse to bite mine CHOMP

｡○✧☽  /  accepting  /  @commaless​

     The teeth sink into his arm, his exposed arms- that’s what he gets for discarding his coat for the warm morning!- and for a long second it’s almost as if he doesn’t feel it. And then the feeling, as well as the realization, hits him like a brick with each and every sharp point pricking his skin. A deep inhale, the calm before the storm, and Mollymauk reaches out with his other limb, palm flattening around the center of Nott’s face, fingers spreading out to grip brows and cheeks, a deep shout following his breath.

     “NOTT, what the- FUCK,!?”

     His words are scrambled as he begins repeatedly smacking his palm into Nott’s poor little face. Shame on him, right?

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

[lunarwoven]

broughtflowers‌

    “it sort of swivels on a day to day basis.” 

    normal has never quite been the way fo them. if they ever broached normal, she might be worried. what they have is their normal, which is upside down and topsy turvy. ( she doesn’t mind one bit. ) 

    “ah. i’m honored.” her nose scrunches as he squishes her face, eyes crinkling at the edges. she levers herself up on her elbows, and leans forward to press a kiss to his forehead. 

    “i missed you as always.” 

     he bursts with a delighted laugh, spilling from him shamelessly as he feels her lips on his forehead. molly emits a sound similar to a purr, best described as a purr in fact, as he practically jumps forward, adjusting his seating- would it be called seating?- on his friend, replying with a kiss to her brow in turn.

     “i miss you always,” he half mimics, chuckling as his hands stay against her cheekbones. he pats her face, eyes squinting similarly to hers as he tilts his head to and fro, hair swaying as he does.

     “what took you so long, you know i have separation anxiety,” molly teases, scrunching his nose in response.

[lunarwoven]

heroicks‌

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃'𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓,  with  injuries  blossoming  a  colour  deep  enough  to  rival  the  one  waltzing  into  the  scene.  And  here  he  is,  standing  only  aways  away,  a  dagger’s  length  close  to  a  man  knocked  out  cold.  

                      It  isn’t  the  first  time.  It  won’t  be  the  last.

❝  Look,  I  know  exactly  what  this  looks  like.  But  if  it  had  been  me,  I  wouldn’t  be  sitting  here  with  a  thumb  up  my  ass  waiting  around  for  the  next  one.  ❞   He  rises  from  his  kneeling  position  and  to  stand,  foot  taken  aback  from  battered  person.   ❝  And  you’d  be  on  your  way  to  laying  down  there  on  the  ground  with  him.  ❞   

Though,  for  all  his  nonchalance  about  the  encounter,  there’s  the  ever  subtle  note  taken  of  the  tiefling’s  attire.   ❝  I  know  it’s  a  lot  but  I’m  asking  you  to  put  some  faith  in  a  stranger  on  this  one.  ❞

     Molly gives him a short look, one brow falling to bring a crease to one bright red eye, studying the figure of the half elf across from him, bruised, battered- he put up a hell of a fight. Mollymauk only wishes he could use that more so as solid evidence to the story he tells- but still, something isn’t setting off a particular instinct in the tiefling’s gut. For now, yes, there is faith placed cautiously, in the hands of a stranger.

     “Maybe a little context would suit you,” he comments casually as he approaches a bit closer to the stranger. “May I ask just why you fought this fellow to the death, it seems?”

[lunarwoven]

                 8 people i’d like to get to know better

tagged by:   @tiefsleuth​ tagging: idk who all tagged in this, so do it if u werent!!! more than 8 ppl im sure, so please do it if u wanted to :)

001   /   alias(es).  temis!! me real names charlie, howdy doody 002   /   birthday.    january 12th :) 003   /   zodiac.    capricorn baaa 004   /   height.    idk 5′6 005   /   hobbies.    doodling, trying to write outside of a blog as well as IN a blog... i play l4d and minecraft a lot 006   /   favourite colour(s).     green...esp neon or like...minty 007   /   favourite book(s).    icr what it was CALLED but maybe it was also the book thief ?? or like.. the rangers’ apprentice series i read those years ago as a kid 008   /   last song listened to.    bb’s theme from death stranding  009   /   last film watched.    part of klaus !!! but the last full film i watched as tangled actually. icr lmao 010   /   inspiration for muse.    ugh!! generally watching, but especially thinkin about ... as corny as this is, the world and how we live and float along through it. we’re just here for fun dude we’re so full of life and opportunity. we just gotta make the best of it. but also i love nintendo music set to rainy sounds LMAO