[id: ten line drawings with no color, except hints of red in eyes and fire. the first is a drawing of molly and yasha walking along a long road in the mountains. the second is a drawing of the neo-somnovum, all the eyes looking at the viewer. the third is of essek, holding a beacon. the fourth is of jester, standing with her back to the mountains, looking ahead, artagan my her side. the fifth is the mighty nein sitting around molly’s empty grave. the sixth is of molly climbing out of his grave for the first time. the seventh is of beau and caleb looking in lucien’s book, the eyes of the somnovum around them. the eighth is of caleb’s burning house. the ninth and tenth are of the mighty nein sleeping in the sitting room of the tower, from a birds eye view. beau and caleb sit in the middle. the tenth image is slightly more zoomed in than the ninth, and there are 2 red eyes open on beau and caleb /end id]
Some of my favorite frames from the animatic im working on!!! i’m so close to finished-- i think i’ll have it out tomorrow :D
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Mollymauk x gn!Reader - Confession
Anon asked: Would you be able to do a fic where the reader shares a room with molly and they ~finally~ confess their feelings for eachother? Maybe he pulls them in with his tail or something 👉👈
Requests are open!
All this mutual pining was slowly killing the Mighty Nein. Every single flirtatious comment from Molly, stolen glance from you, and the more than friendly banter you shared frustrated the others to no end. Sure, they were rooting for you guys to get together at some point, but could it just happen already?
Another city, another tavern, another night of musical bedrooms. The shuffling of who shares a room with who gets repetitive over time, but it never becomes less annoying. Even though originally you were crashing with Fjord, he was eventually dragged out of the room by Jester to show him her latest graffiti; Caleb shuffled from Nott's side to check in with Yasha; and Beau quickly was organising a stealth patrol with the goblin girl before calling it a night.
Which, inevitably, left you and Mollymauk to your own devices for the evening. You both decided it'd be much simpler (and less disruptive) to just share one of the rooms for the night in the hopes you actually get some rest.
Settling in, Molly took his tarot cards out of his pack, shuffling the deck with an absent mind while you washed your face at the basin by the window and going about your nightly ritual. Clearing his throat, the purple tiefling sat back in his seat, boots kicked up onto the small table. "Care for a reading, dear? It's a good night for fortunes, I believe."
A good hour or so was spent drinking, chatting and interpreting the cards, moonlight filtering into the room through the drapes. Molly traced a finger along the lip of his glass, watching you intently as you squinted at the final card - The Lovers. Uncertain, you passed the card to your friend, who mused on the illustration as he took a long, drawn out sip of wine.
A pause. Then he set both glass and card on the table before him, and met your gaze. A slow smirk spread across his lips. "The Lovers. Being faced with a dilemma, or having a choice to make. Temptations the heart must confront... Would you say that reminds you of something, love?"
You blinked, curious about where this was going. With a heavy sigh, Molly gestured to the space between you with his hands. "This. We're always tip toeing around each other. When are we going to admit to whatever this is?"
Face feeling flustered and hot from the realisation, you quickly excused yourself from the conversation - muttering that the wine had run out and it was best you found another bottle. However, you didn't make it far to the door before the tiefling gently held your upper arm, staying your movement. The smugness from earlier was gone, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He looked at you helplessly, mirroring your own expression.
Eventually the silence became too awkward to handle. Breaking it, you softly murmured "We're pretty oblivious fools, aren't we?"
He laughed, pulling you close and pressing his forehead to yours. His tail curled around your leg and one hand cradled the small of your back. "Pretty? Most definitely. Oblivious? Perhaps. Foolish? Never. 'In love' is a term I'd much prefer."
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