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❝ i’m getting so old, pikey. look at this ! look at this ! i’ve grown a beard and what do i find ? gray hair. a plethora of gray hair. it’s official, i’m too old for you and, for the sake of your reputation, i’m afraid you’ll have to divorce me. ❞
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we just did a four hour dnd session and spent like 2.5 hours of it exploring a tower from which we got one (1) journal
❝i must say, percival, it’s wonderful to see you again.❞ though there is something at the back of gwen’s mind that wonders if percy knows about she and cassandra, mostly her words are genuine. since last they met her spirits are brighter; the passage of time longer since she lost arthur, since the rule of camelot fell solely to her. she has adjusted, she has grown. as best she can. ❝it almost feels as though a lifetime has passed. tell me how are you?❞ // @tragicbled
that’s a loaded question. / from molly !
she had only given vague inquiries, as she most often does when they find themselves alone. she doesn’t care to know much about him; doesn’t care to tell him much about herself. but he looks like he thinks he’s caught her, and where she had previously leaned forward, an amount of intrigue shown for the sake of show, she is no longer; she’s backed away now, back with her arms folded. it’s fine, she wasn’t expecting much of anything, truly, aside from to prove him wrong, like she enjoys, or to fuck with him, but now, it’s a sentiment caught in her throat, and she’s just staring. she should probably say something. right now, he looks too much like he’s searching, and the more that’s thrown in his face, the harder it’ll be. ‘ okay, whatever, listen, ’ it’s bullshit, the thing he does. she makes a show of waving him off when he begins shuffling again, but he doesn’t stop, and it’s irritating enough that she has to remind herself to not clench her jaw, to soften her tone from the near snap it had come out as before. it’s bullshit what she says, too. ‘ we have a promising career getting blood stains out of shit if this doesn’t work out. ‘m sure a tapestry or two’ll come through; y’can take them and do whatever it is you like to do with ‘em. ’
❝ Where’s the dignity? Where’s the pride?❞ / molly !
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His body may as well have been displayed in a temple, for some unimpressive god of mistakes perhaps, with how still he stands, and how decorated he is. It is no secret that Mollymauk is a very colorful individual. He likes to take up the whole room with his brash charm that is wildly endearing to some, and off-putting to others. In the beginning, Caleb resided with the second group, but now he can barely remember why he ever looked at Mollymauk this way. That is why he has endured this – that, and it is not the first time he has been decorated by a member of the party, but this is a little bit more extensive than a simple flower braid from Nott.
Colorful clothes, flowers, even a hint of jewellery... it is all so much. And, of course, the cherry on the top is Mollymauk himself, running about, working on his masterpiece, talking loudly to himself ( and partially to Caleb ) about Caleb’s usual manner of dress. Of course, it is all said with an understanding of ‘ I respect that you feel more comfortable in your ratty coat, and I will let you put it back on if you really want to, but I just want you to try this ‘ – because that is the kind of person Mollymauk is.
“I am not going to put on one of those, uh, fancy accents, if that’s what you are suggesting, Mollymauk,” he warns, but his tone is light and humorous. “I will leave the voices to Fjord.”
❝ Why accept charity? ❞ / nott !
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“Because we are broke,” he whispers while the gnome man is preoccupied with counting coins. If the man is kind enough to mistake them for beggars and then offer them money, Caleb is too selfish to say no. At least he will make sure that Nott will not rob the man tomorrow – he doubts she gets more than a few glimpses of people who come this close to them. “I know you like to take these things, but trust me, it is good to take charity when you have the opportunity.”
As the gnome man finally finishes counting out eight copper pieces and hands them over, Caleb accepts them with a humble smile and even forces himself to meet the man’s eyes. “My daughter and I thank you very much, good sir.”
❤️ yo nina i just love everything you do and how creative you are and how passionate you are about ltierally everything. it brings me so much life to see you !!! get all excited and i love your writing ok
mutuals, send ❤️ for love ( always accepting )
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bich you got this wrong — THIS IS LOVE FOR YOU TIME !!
oh god, you are literally such a JOY to have on my dash and follow and see create. your dedication and love for your characters are surreal. you are always so thoughtful, never settling down for the surface level — you seriously have this insane dedication and understanding of every one of the characters you play and it’s #goals. ALSO i love you endlessly with lots of sprinkles and a cherry on top.
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❤️ !
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ok ok ok! you roleplay every character in your repertoire so amazingly, your percy and mollymauk are also a two of my faves but the obvious love and care for pike’s character you show is so lovely to see. pike trickfoot is a big fave of mine and i felt like i’ve been screaming into the void about her misrepresentation by a large portion of the fandom but your pike is the epitome of Pike Trickfoot and you bring so many fantastic new ideas to her character as well. i get excited every time i see a new headcanon from you on my dash tbh.
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