TIME STAMP ROULETTE the mighty nein season 1 episode 3: the fletching and moondrop traveling carnival of curiosities
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TIME STAMP ROULETTE the mighty nein season 1 episode 3: the fletching and moondrop traveling carnival of curiosities
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out of everyone in this scene, only the two most important people in yasha's life blink. look at beau and molly's eyes. everyone elseβs are static. i love when animators leave easter eggs like this; it's a detail that's easy to miss but otherwise significant if you know the campaign lore.
this small detail in and of itself tells me that the writers won't cut corners developing yasha and molly's friendship, despite their reduced time together. iβm curious to see how her relationship develops with beau too, given that yasha will be sticking around with the group for a while, allowing them to have more consistent interactions.
Sam + hating Otis
+ bonus
The whole standing on tippy-toes but still having to pull Yasha down to whisper in her ear.
Long may he reign !! πβ¨π
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Mollyπ₯°πππ
(just missed drawing molly)
The legs make me cringe but eh
An incubus and a priest
not that I post a lot on tumblr because I don't have a dedicated cosplay account- but Dokomi truly gave me Mollymauk during the day, and Lucien at night last Saturday and I am not mad, not mad at all.

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Happy Pride Month!
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So I'm still brainstorming, gathering materials to make Molly's colorful little vest thing with the multicolor cut-out sleeves, and I'm wondering..
Was this made from a quilt??
The sleeves are not symmetrical. And not only that, but the yellow tier has the blue fabric stitched to one side, barely visible.
The inside of the lapel-area shows both the green patterned fabric, and the yellow again. The collar is that cute multi-colored cubes over yellow, yet another patterned fabric.
The stitching from one tier of the sleeves to another is clearly visible with red thread.
Even the red tier had another patterned fabric barely visible stitched at the crook of the elbow.
I think someone, either at the carnival, or Molly himself, literally made this little fabric vest/jacket thing, with the cute sleeves, from a used quilt.
I've always loved these cute, colorful sleeves, but I will probably make them symmetrical anyway. I find when you organize colors in ROYGBIV order, they're more appealing, so I'm gonna stick with that.
I'm wondering if I should attempt to patchwork a cute little quilt top in squares with the same fabrics, and THEN make the vest/light jacket thingie that he wears under the red/burgundy coat with that.
Relistening to the Mighty Nein campaign and got to the part where Molly vaguely remembers hulking demon toads in the mountains east of Xhorhas. Got me wondering, did Lucien encounter those back with the Claret Orders, or after the fact? Because that's clearly a Lucien memory poking through.
Something that was probably going through BOTH Molly's, and Yasha's heads, when they first saw each other;
"Oh, wow. I have never seen a person like that before. I didn't know they could make them like that. They're so different, and special. I hope they'll be my friend."
I don't know if I'm too late to jump on the fic title game, but if I'm not...
Fic Title: To Undo Graves
Ohh, that sounds lovely! Apologies for how the wait. I know Matt later said he misspoke and corrected himself, but I always liked his initial answer that it was a follower of the Moonweaver who broke Trent's spell in Vergesson. So, tying into that:
It was obvious from the handmade oracle deck that Mollymauk favored her--the trickster goddess with that mischievous gleam in her eyes, that warm, playful laughter. Imbued with the same lithe grace and cunning swiftness in his steps, another charming rogue in a dashing mask. Gilded stories spun of vicious truths. A taste of sweet dreams to banish all the nightmares.
He could see why Molly was so enamored with her--and the allure of Mollymauk as a devoted follower. What he could not comprehend, couldn't even begin to contemplate--was what Sehanine had seen in him. What drew a goddess of clandestine trysts and playful mischief to a soul so utterly wretched and broken? One who carved out his own heart long ago?
What could he possibly offer her, with only the blood on his hands to give? Why save him and not Mollymauk? How could she? When he held such faith, looked to her for guidance, sanctuary--
How could she abandon him? It should have been me--
Caleb Widogast never bowed before any god, dared not entrust his faith to any soul but himself. And yet...one evening, haloed in the light of Catha's brilliant glow, he's seized by a sudden impulse. A fleeting whim. It's ridiculous, it's--indulgent. Foolish.
But the cards are there, tucked away safely in the haversack, patiently waiting for an owner that will never return. He knows just how to arrange the deck, how to read them. Not by any gift of prophecy from a distant goddess, capricious as her beloved fey. But because he remembers, perfectly, irrevocably; the showman's flourish and light-fingered touch, a glint of mirth dancing in his eyes, every coy word upon his silver-tongue--
Caleb fans out the deck with a deft touch, lets his calloused, bandaged fingertips trail over each card in turn--drawn not by intuition, but a desperate longing, reaching for a heart he already buried.
"It's a game of stories," Molly said once. That was the lure, the rouse; how to cold read a series of disjointed images and archetypes into a seamlessly coherent, compelling narrative. The secret to ensnaring another wanting, shattered heart. "And whatever tale you weave, it better be good."
"Well, Mollymauk?" Caleb said softly. "Tell me a story."
And he turned the first card.

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Temperature gap relationship where one party is as cold as ice and the other is a literal furnace.
Nott: Molly can use his masculine wiles to get information out of the bar tender.
Molly: Do I have masculine wiles?
[Nott is thinking, oh fuck I've offended him]
[Molly is thinking; cool if I have masculine wiles I can USE them!]