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@moondrropsa
an independent canon-divergent rp blog for mollymauk tealeaf of the mighty nein. shuffled by cecil (21+, he/they). est. dec 2021. follows back from traavelers. semi-hiatus until may 15, 2022. queue-forward until that date.
includes themes of moonlit mischief, making the most out of a hollow life, partaking in hedonistic activities, loving fully despite being half a person, living on borrowed time
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SO LIVE FOR TODAY && TOMORROW !! FOLLOW THE MOON && NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE, I PROMISE YOU’LL NEVER DRINK ALONE. independent & private canon divergent mollymauk of the mighty nein. est 2021. shuffled by cecil ( 21+, he/they ). promo template.
SO LIVE FOR TODAY && TOMORROW !! FOLLOW THE MOON && NO MATTER THE CIRCUMSTANCE, I PROMISE YOU’LL NEVER DRINK ALONE. independent & private canon divergent mollymauk of the mighty nein. est 2021. shuffled by cecil ( 21+, he/they ). promo template.
1. i think more often than not molly signs with may when given the chance. it’s honestly just...easier for him sometimes? comes more naturally than common on some days 2. together the two of them have made a few recipes from countless sessions cooking together; written down, but molly uses muscle memory when it comes to cooking (they always do) 3. molly never asks for readings for himself from may, but is happy to learn any tips and tricks she might have for him and his own cards -- honestly, she’s the main reason he starts using his cards for more than just a con 4. they’ve spent a few evenings under the moons with her, sometimes juggling swords, sometimes mimicking the other acts of the circus -- anything to get her to laugh, honestly. those nights feel surreal in the best of ways
@sereniora asked for four headcanons about may and m.olly!
❛ it’s okay, this is a safe space. bullying is done with affection here, ❜ says @verfolgteins, and he can’t help but narrow his eyes with a scoff. Certainly there’s no malice in Caleb’s smile as he says it, offers a book to the tiefling. Even so, something defensive is struck in his body as he fidgets in his seat.
“ Look, I never--! “ His drink hits the table with a surprisingly loud noise and he has to take a deep breath. Calm the fire spreading across his face as he shoves it into his hands. With another deep breath he slowly removes his hands, looks back at the half-elf for a moment before averting his gaze again.
“ I never had a reason to learn, “ says Mollymauk, calmer now as he pokes the tome in front of him. “ Didn’t have the opportunity to be raised a nerd like you, y’know. “ Glances up at Caleb and his brows furrow again, but the smile is softer.
hellesfeuer·:
* @moondrrops·· — I BOUGHT TWO. HERE ( mollymauk & caleb )
ALL OF THE MIGHTY NEIN KNOW BY NOW THAT CALEB WIDOGAST IS A SLOPPY DRUNK. he is a lightweight as well — always has been. wulf and astrid used to tease him about that . . . he blinks, and mollymauk’s face becomes theirs. he looks away, down into his almost-empty ale, until the ghosts recede once more. when he looks back up, the tiefling is the tiefling, even if he’s got two heads.
caleb squints. “ and, ah . . . one is for you, ja? ” he won’t say ‘no’ to both being for him. he is bound to pass out at this tavern table, anyway.
“ Course one’s for me; I’m not letting you drink alone. Besides, this’ll warm you up better than any ale. “
The spiced wine is warm in his hands; breathing in, the scent reminds him of being wrapped in thick blankets on cold nights with the circus. Back when his friends weren’t taken in the quiet of the night. Back when he hadn’t nearly died to save them.
That’s all behind him now, though. What’s in front of him is Caleb, and this cold town that feels...familiar. Unnervingly so. They’ll be leaving soon. With a grin he offers his mug to the wizard for a toast.
“ To staying alive, yeah? “
chaoshe·:
CAN MOLLY RECOGNISE HER, she wonders. feels splintered like a mirror broken into shards, too many reflections looking back at her, all a little warped, all a little wrong. hasn’t quite figured out yet how to climb back into her body yet. when she closes her eyes, she’s back in emon, and sometimes when caleb gets too close the scent of magic lingering on him is almost enough to break her. maybe there’s not coming back from that. not when five years of her life passed for everyone else in seconds.
it’s easier to blame all this on the city. she remembers, after all, the horror of it, even after facing dragons and monsters and death. can almost trick herself into believing it’s true maybe, that it all was a very strange dream, but she feels shaun tethered to her soul like a grasping hand, memories that both are and are not her own in her head, making her dizzy.
she has changed so much. she has changed so much. where does that leave her ?? you’re here now, they say, and she has to swallow back the guilt, because part of her wishes she wasn’t.
❝ yeah … yeah, i’m here. ❞ closes her eyes under the warmth of their kiss, fingers holding on tight to his shirt, and tries her best not to feel like a traitor, or an impostor stealing another jester’s friends away from her.
sniffles, one hand wiping away the tears, and then she’s smiling again, easy like slipping into an old sweater. ❝ but we’re gonna stop it, and then save the world, and everything will be alright after that, right ?? ❞
“ Right. And if there’s another world-ending debacle, then someone else can handle it. I think we’ve had enough of saving the world. “
That had never been a part of the plan. At least, not for them. Joining this band of people that had formed out of the chaos that was the circus disbanding, they had really only been looking for a good time and an excuse to keep moving. Maybe one day make enough coin to come back and get Gustav out of the mess they’d put him in. Maybe join him again. Could they do that again?
Maybe. Maybe after a long nap, or an extended stay at the Clays. Essek mentions gardening offhandedly, like it’s a joke, but -- maybe that would be good for them, to bury their hands in the dirt and make something new. Repeat the cycle they’d started by accident somehow. There’ll be time for that later.
There’ll be time for her to tell them, if she ever decides to, what she saw in that moment. Why she feels different, just a touch more distant than before. None of them were coming out of this without changes; only fools walk a path like this thinking they could stay the same. For better or for worse they’re all different now, Jester included. And yet she still tries to light the dark with joy.
Mollymauk’s smile is somber but warm as they look down at her, move her to the rhythm of music unheard. “ I think...once this is over, we should band together with Caleb. Save a litter of cats or two. What do you think, Blue? “
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Purple hands grab the wizard’s face and give a fond squeeze. In the chaos of the morning there’s a plan to be passed along, certainly, but he’s already forgotten it. So instead Caleb gets a fat kiss on the forehead before Molly’s pulling away with a laugh. “Rise n’ shine, we’re fighting dragons today! Or, something of the like.”
the morning usually passed in a slight blur for caleb. it was a luxury, to be allowed to be slightly not present in the morning. to not always have to watch every face that entered his periphery in fear of it being someone who would recognize him. surrounded by something that felt maybe like a family ( if he had not forgotten what that feeling of familiarity should feel like ). caleb has long been staring loosely at the freshly made breakfast sitting in front of him while the buzz of conversation roared around him as people ( family? the mighty nein ) sat down.
he did not he hear the sound of his name so he let the moments pass by, flickering in and out of a state of existence. grateful for a momentary reprieve of something paranoid ( which felt so intrinsic to how he lived ) and yet wanting to leave it and finding himself unable, stuck in this moment - until there’s the familiar feeling of warm hands grasping his cheeks and pulling him from the silence ( the neverending noise ) of his own head. a startled blink - “ was ? “ - the kiss placed upon his forehead. by the time caleb manages to pull his eyes up to look at the colourful visage of mollymauk … the other is already pulling back.
“ wait - “ and he startles himself by nearly raising his hand to the other, but pulls back at the last moment to put it on the table instead. the words that suddenly rose to his mind don’t find themselves on his lips so instead he gives a short nod, jerky and awkward. “ … guten morgen. i don’t think we are capable of fighting dragons yet, so i hope our agenda is a little more feasible. “ and he lingers for a moment, staring up molly and the way he laughs and caleb is assuredly staring for far too long before he looks away, shuffling slightly to the side on the bench of the table they’re all at. “ … you can sit here, if you would like. “
What inn had they ended up crashing at again? The name escapes them, but certainly it’s a different beast in the morning. Faintly they have memories of lingering by the bar in the evening, trading stories with the bartender as they sampled the most interesting elixirs of liquor the dwarf had to offer. ( They savored the taste of both equally, having temporarily been satisfied. )
Now the sun is up and the place is alive with folks just waking up. Tired grumbles meet animated chirps as night owls mingle with early birds and the chaos is warm. Familiar, almost -- reminding them of a time when they had to wake up even earlier than this to help the circus pack up for a long day of travel. There were significantly less death threats in the establishment, though.
Even so, they’re sure to give Beau a wide berth as they go to wake Caleb from his stupor in the most effective way they know. ( Might have to make that a habit, they think with no little amount of mirth. ) They’re about to head to their spot by Fjord when -- he’s moving. Offering a spot by his side.
“ Well, if you insist. “ Dramatically Mollymauk falls into place, leaning over the table to pull his breakfast over. Even so they pluck a stray potato cube from Caleb’s breakfast and pop it in their mouth. “ I think we could take on a dragon. Beau could charm it out of killing us. Such a way with words, that one. “
heads up! i think i’m gonna let the queue run and archive this blog. seems about time i make molly a main blog right?
Let Molly cook for ur muse
𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑻 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑹 . ( horribly memey sentence starters based off things people say within my narnia rpc discord server .)
❛ this is horrible , i want to go home . ❜ ❛ i have never been so terrified in my life . ❜ ❛ i am strangely into this . ❜ ❛ do y’all think jesus’s fursona would actually be a lion ? let’s discuss . ❜ ❛ i did see that . that’s when i knew it was time to go to bed . ❜ ❛ i once said i wanted to punch him , i can’t lie . ❜ ❛ all the knives , i don’t know whether to be afraid or excited about it . ❜ ❛ it’s (t)hate crime thursday . ❜ ❛ i ship [ name ] with extensive therapy . they’d be so cute together . ❜ ❛ where is peace ?? where can i find peace ?? ❜ ❛ i do tend to make people feel like shit after talking to me . ❜ ❛ i’m not hating on it , i’m just questioning my friendships . ❜ ❛ sounds like we’ve got ourselves a hater over here . ❜ ❛ it’s okay , this is a safe space . bullying is done with affection here . ❜ ❛ how is everyone doing on this fine day ? i’m pretty sure i food poisoned myself so i hope you’re doing better than that . ❜ ❛ nick cage is the least narnian person . ❜ ❛ that would be very australian of you . ❜ ❛ the american accent is simply incomprehensible to me . ❜ ❛ i’ll fight your boss - name a time & place . ❜ ❛ if i’m not looking at them , they’re not really there . ❜ ❛ i’m pretending you don’t exist . ❜ ❛ every day i am getting emotional over silly little traitor lads . ❜ ❛ i wrote a god awful rhyme & nobody here bullied me . good soup . ❜ ❛ hey , uh , when i said i wanted to cry , i didn’t mean like that . ❜ ❛ i hope y’all have been gossiping about me . ❜ ❛ goddammit , i should’ve kept the illusion going . ❜ ❛ that’s not even close to being the worst thing said here today . ❜ ❛ go on , then . kill me . ❜ ❛ i care so much about this mouse . ❜ ❛ like , yes . i’m pretty iconic . but i want other people to know that too . ❜ ❛ i really don’t want flowers or chocolates , i just want to be comedically validated . ❜ ❛ we forgot the fourth one . gaslight , gatekeep , girlboss , guilt trip . ❜ ❛ ‘ same hat ’ is out , ‘ similar soup ’ is in . ❜ ❛ i’m so disoriented by this but i think it’s good . ❜ ❛ i just woke up & was assaulted with emotion . ❜ ❛ i never know the new phrases , it just appears in my lingo like osmosis . ❜ ❛ i still don’t know what ‘ worm ’ is . ❜ ❛ wow i can’t believe that you’re the most beautiful thing in the world . ❜ ❛ i’m not cool , how should i know ? ❜ ❛ i’m not the cool kind of ‘ younger than 20 ′ , i’m just younger than 20 ❜ ❛ surprise party ; you’re dead ! ❜ ❛ i would let him set my house on fire . ❜ ❛ i had blue hair when i was 16 , are we a hivemind ??? ❜ ❛ no mood , only worm . ❜ ❛ can i not say ‘ mood ’ anymore ?? ❜ ❛ tell me , is it because i’m brown or because i’m gay ? ❜ ❛ i honestly just recommend staying single forever . ❜ ❛ i will eat you . not in the sexy way , just as a meal . ❜ ❛ why hold other people’s hands when i could hold a cat in each ? ❜ ❛ people give me anxiety but that’s a problem to unpack another day . ❜ ❛ every day i strive to torment [ name ] . ❜ ❛ THAT’S NOT A MEME THAT’S JUST ASSAULT ! ❜ ❛ good morning , snickerdoodles . i almost committed a felony this morning . ❜ ❛ IT WON’T BE CURSED IT’LL BE CU - courageous . ❜ ❛ come back , [ name ] , you little ass ! ❜ ❛ we’re all immortal until we aren’t . ❜
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Even with Mama, sitting before balcony doors thrown open and laughing into the wind, they never drank from goblets so gorgeous. There had been ones similar in hiding: a contest between Artagan and herself to see who could be quick enough to swipe one without being seen. She hadn’t wanted to try with Artie gone, however. Whatever the glistening goblets held would be a poor substitute for a friend.
She reaches for one without hesitation now however, the brim already to her lips when Molly hints at its contents. Trying not to offend, to not jeopardise the closest feeling to belonging she has felt since arriving, Jester sets the goblet down with a smile, fingers tracing the embedded gems. Rubies, even here. “Okay, how do we play? I mean besides the drinking.” She could pretend if it meant getting to play – they may stop her from leaving but not even the gods could stop the trickster.
But there’s a wave of relief that accompanies the offer, leaning forward. “Is there any milk down here?”
Well, she’s just full of surprises, isn’t she? They blink once, and then twice at the request. For a moment their brow furrows as they consider the question, a frown to match, and then --
“ Oh. Course we have milk. “
Another snap, and the goblet in her hands disappears. In its place, a slender glass with golden rim. After a moment of rummaging they find a deck of cards in their desk. They’re quite bent with age, as well as multiple uses. With a triumphant noise Mollymauk begins to shuffle, relieved by the familiar sensation.
“ It’s a pretty easy game, “ they say. “ Put a question on the deck, person who pulls the lower ranking card has to answer it first. Drink. Wash rinse repeat. How about it? “
1. when he gets to painting his equivalent of a lovers card, he paints a purple and an orange hand holding ruidus and catha respectively. you can likely guess who they represent 2. on occasion, molly will show up at the solstrice academy and put on a play or two for the students there. he always makes a point of addressing professor widogast, which brings a chorus of giggles from the audience 3. it takes a while, but molly would eventually agree to caleb’s invitation to join him on a trip back to aeor. i think he can only stomach one trip though; it still makes him physically ill to be in that space 4. caleb’s bookshelf in his home is littered with curious trinkets; there’s always a fantastic story connected to them, no matter which one you ask about
@verfolgteins asked for four headcanons about c.aleb and m.olly!
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her lips curl at the retort. easy for them. the details of mollymauk’s life are shrouded in mist and glitter, but she’s sure they don’t have much of a job with the extravagance and mirth that they, somehow, always seem to exude. at least she’s earning a living on the ship, head low and mind sharp and body capable.
they draw her in, and her expression splits like skin beneath a blade, reluctant but smooth. they’re a dangerous creature ; even as the warm rain drenches her, all she feels is warmth. the responsibilities within the tavern — breaking up fights and pleasing her captain and tending to her crew — fall behind her like the tails of her coat as they send her twirling.
she spins and spins and spins, the world around her a whirl of grey and brown, and yet she keeps her bearing on the ground beneath her feet with ease. when she finally lands, she throws her head back and laughs.
“ gods help the poor souls that revel with you without a fight ! i’d hate to see what tricks you pull with them ! ”
“ The only trick I’m pulling is helping hardasses like you enjoy life a little more! “
Not entirely true, but it is in the moment. If every shenanigan doesn’t end in a smile or a laugh, what’s the point? Sure, there’s lying and subterfuge, but the tension held in a town or a person is clearly dispelled when he’s done. Little victories, but victories nonetheless when it comes to the circus.
Jo comes back into his arms and he dips her, revels in the sound of her laughter as they both nearly go tumbling into the mud of the road cutting through the town. With a chuckle Mollymauk pulls her back up, spinning once again.
“ The best part about this is we’ve an excuse to hunt down the best bathhouse in the area. When’s the last time you had a proper bath, sailor? “
Is this what people mean when they say it’s colder than a witch’s tit? He can’t imagine anyone spiritual with a body temperature this low, honestly. Even so, he stands in front of the old church and shivers. He’s not sure if it’s the autumn chill or the chill of something spectral nearby. ( Or someone, rather -- ghosts are people, too! )
For a moment he’s worried he’s invited the world’s biggest skeptic to go ghost-hunting with him as he regales the other in the theories he has about this place and the sightings people have reported. But then @lunaerising, as Caleb, says “ Buildings aren’t haunted. People are, “ and he can’t help but laugh.
“ Right. Either way, we’ve got some weird shit ahead of us tonight, so be prepared, kay? “
Mollymauk takes one last drag of his cigarette before stomping the butt out on the sidewalk. Pulls his jacket tighter around himself, stepping out of the way as a handful of people pass by. With a hum he takes his shades off, regards the plaque on the front gates of the estate. “ You ever wonder why it’s always the old men who get the most bells and whistles after they die? Guy was alive for nearly a century; makes you wonder how many doors he held open for a chance at getting head in return. That's the kinda shit they don't put on these things. “
The morning is young, unbelievably so. Fortunately the sunlight is muted by the clouds that blew in a few hours ago. They watch the raindrops streak down their kitchen window; surprisingly it’s a peaceful sight to contradict the chaos that is trying to cook breakfast in a cluttered kitchen such as this.
Even so, the gas stove lights with ease as they set down a freshly cleaned skillet atop the flame. The routine of cracking eggs ( four of them; two for them and two for her ) does well in calming their nerves from the nightmares of the night before.
They don’t hear her shuffling into the room; the feeling of hands wrapping around their middle makes them jump. Then @chaoshe is pressing her cheek against their back, voice groggy with sleep as she murmurs “ thank you for changing my life. lives are hard to change. “
Mollymauk pauses in making breakfast, frozen in time for a moment. To stay here forever...they could think of worse fates. With a smile their tail wraps around her, hugging her in return.
“ I should be saying the same thing to you, “ they say with a chuckle. “ Dunno where I’d be without you. Sunny-side up, right? “
Sitting on the floor of a stranger’s bedroom is not how he’d expected to spend this party, but it’s where he ends up. The celebration on the other side of the door feels surreal to him as he sits with her, both under the light of a maroon lava lamp on the bedside table. Maybe this is where he’s supposed to be, thinks a small part of his brain. The one that still believes he woke up again one day for a reason. He hushes that part for now, puts his jacket over her shoulders.
Fate or not, he’s here now, and so is she.
Time seems to stand still here, in the quiet of the bedroom. ( There’s a possibility two handsy strangers will interrupt it eventually, but he has a glare locked and loaded for them if that happens. ) For a moment it’s just the two of them and the quiet of the moon filtering through the window across from them. He doesn’t know what’s brought her here and he doesn’t have to. He just has to be here with her. That’s what matters right now.
“ You promise me I’ll be happy? “ @chaoshe asks, head resting on his shoulder. She’s staring ahead when Mollymauk looks down at her, as if considering an invisible abyss just fifteen feet away from where they sit. After a moment of consideration, he tucks her hair behind her ear. Interrupts the streak of mascara down her cheek with a swiping thumb. ( His answer is slow-moving in his head, like molasses. )
“ I can’t promise you that. No one can promise you happiness, love. What I can promise you, “ he says, “ is that you won’t be alone. You’re gonna have shitty days, shitty weeks -- maybe shitty months. But we’ll get through them together, okay? You and me, and everyone out there. “
