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Fjord: Hey, you alright?

Mollymauk: I’m fine, just have this headache that comes and goes.

Beau: *enters room*

Mollymauk: There it is.

#x. when you just can't take the weight of living

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

“ morbid, even for you. “ he’s hardly phased by her words, at least outwardly, and settles next to his charming friend with ease, resting his back against her side as if they’d done this a million times. “ it took you long enough to catch up with us this time -- what did you do, that has you so exceedingly charming this morning? “

red head.

She leans in a little further to see the cards, beautiful with their bright colors and intricate details. Keyleth almost wishes she knew more about cards and divination so she could make an interpretation on her own, but that would ruin the fun of it all, wouldn’t it?

A journey. She thinks on it, supposing that was right, in a way. She’s been on a journey most of her life, hasn’t she? Spending her childhood learning the ways of the Ashari, taking on her Aramenté, her travels with Vox Machina. Even her various…interpersonal journeys with the people she’d met. Was she on a new journey now? She guesses so…but she’s not sure.

Innocence. Wonder. It’s difficult not to scoff at that. Keyleth is self-aware enough to not be surprised that her most prominent personality trait would show itself.

Death.

Her heart sinks into her gut like a heavy stone. She sits back in her seat, face pale. The end of a relationship. Vax. She feels her throat start to close up as wounds that were still slowly healing reopened harshly, flooding her system with sorrow.

“I…I’m sorry…I should go…”

that hadn’t worked at all like mollymauk had hoped; the tiefling had truly believed that he’d reeled her in, but death was always a tricky card to play -- no matter how he spins it, it’s received instinctively as negative, and it’s always up in the air whether his mark would be willing to listen further; a great hook for those who seek closure, a wall for those whose pain is simply too fresh. he simply has to weigh the risks and go for it, and though he is beginning to wish that he hadn’t made the leap, he forces himself to continue. after all, her reaction has given him something to go off of. “ wait, please, “ he begins, tapping the card with one jeweled finger. “ this is not as negative as you’re taking it. there’s more to be said -- whoever has left you has actually died, yes? not a figurative end, but a literal one? perhaps they have a message for you? would you allow me to do a further reading, and see if we can pull their message for you? “ line, cast -- whether or not she takes the bait, he’s not sure, but he almost feels bad, playing off a pain that she’s so obviously feeling.

#tempestvoice #v. come one come all

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

he has to bite back the urge to say something sarcastic, to tear her apart -- but she’s right, and it stings, in a way he’s not entirely certain he can explain. there’s a pause, a pierced tongue wetting his lips as he struggles both for composure, and some sort of reply. he can’t, not without revealing to much, and it strikes him that she might be far more observant than he originally thought. swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he gave what he hoped was a smarmy grin ( it fell short, uncertain and hesitant, belied by the pause he’d taken to recover ), and shrugs. “ if i don’t get close enough to hit them, i’m not helpful. i’ll be alright. “

lottewrites

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight ! ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

#meme tag tbd.

red head.

Vax would have laughed at her if he were here. Call her an easy mark, but Keyleth is fascinated by card tricks. Divination, sleight of hand, what have you; real or not, she thinks it’s entertaining, at the very least. She leans in when he does, eyes shining as a smile plays on her lips.

“Okay,” she nods, already entranced by the whole deal. “I’m ready.”

it’s little things -- the spark of joy in her eyes, the way she leans forward with interest, not once considering that he might be playing her, the shadow of exhaustion under her eyes, the staff strapped to her back, little things that tell him what he needs to know, and even as she agrees, he’s shuffling with precise, careful movements. one, two, three, the cards are place face up on the table, each picked with a specific idea in mind. he hums, squinting down at them with the pretense of interpreting. “ interesting, very interesting -- “ a hook, before he tables a purple, bejewled finger against them in turn. “ the fool. a journey, a beginning, an adventurer, moving towards a goal. the sun, innocence and childlike wonder, the urge to learn, perhaps? and -- ah. death. a change, the end -- of a relationship, perhaps? “

#tempestvoice #v. come one come all

manculture

Avan Jogia

#x. shrugging off the dust and memory

his movements are precise, each shuffle of the wide cards smooth and confident, his eyes never once leaving the red head’s -- mannerisms can reveal a lot about someone, and he’s scanning her with each second he delays. her clothes, her expression, all of it, helping him decide which cards to pull with quick fingers. “ now remember, “ he warns, leaning in conspiratorially; “ i have no control over which cards make their presence known -- it’s whatever they feel that you need to know. “

|| @tempestvoice liked for a starter

#tempestvoice #v. come one come all

“ my eyes are up here, you know. “ call him cocky, but he can feel her eyes focus on the shining rings pierced through his nipples -- that, or the scars, but he’s hoping that it’s the rings. honestly, he’s surprised she hasn’t said anything yet, but now he’s practically inviting the commentary, curious as to what the blueberry tiefling might have to say. “ it’s not nice to stare. “

|| @shcjcsts liked for a starter

#shcjcsts #v. in need of entertainment

starter call?

rowyndodendron

Campaign 2 Episode 6

‘I was lying like a motherfucker.’

#x. when you just can't take the weight of living

curriebelle

Nerdtiem crash-course on Mollymauk symbolism btw

-A Mollymawk (with a ‘w’) is a kind of albatross. Apparently the root words mal- and mok mean “foolish gull”

-Mollymauk (with a ‘u’) is also the name of a sea shanty, which tells a story of how sailors who drown become mollymawks. They’re directionless, but they’re also free. I think the telling line is probably “he’s got no haven and he’s got no home / he’s bound evermore to wheel and roam”. well that’s what happens when u join the circus I guess

-Albatrosses are also more generally symbolic of a psychological burden, sometimes caused by great sins in one’s past. It’s most famously from Coleridge’s Rime of the Ancient Mariner, where the sailor in the poem shoots an albatross and ‘curses’ his ship, condemning his entire crew to death in the process.

What this means:

Mollymauk is, whether by accident or design, a name of Epic Marine Romantic-Era Bird symbolism, and further proof that Taliesin Jaffe has my goddamn number.

ewehorned

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literallypatroclusart

“ he’s got no compass and he’s got no gear, yet nobody knows where the mollymauk steers “

i have no chill, and spent most of the day working on this, since i was home sick – plus, i found out it’s taliesin’s birthday, so it seemed like a good time to finish this? so here he is: mollymauk in all his nb, purple coloured, pierced horned glory–

#i drew this ; u;#x. shrugging off the dust and memory