#she got mollys card tattooed :

[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist. 2 (Daniel Ricciardo)

Just checking. It takes a while, but Abigail decides to text.

MASTERLIST. Moodboard and Playlist.

Previous part: Fidelity.

Notes: second chapter!!! I love this fic and love writing it. I want to friendly remind you that this whole fic will probably be slow burn.

Warning: I swear a lot, probably writing too.

I had some busy days. Suddenly it was Sunday and I found myself getting some flower arrangements for a wedding. The bride wanted a white bouquet but blue and lilac flowers to decorate the church. It had given me a few headaches, but it seemed to be over know. Everything was packed and the bouquet was waiting on water. Soon, they would come to pick it and I could just go home.

Molly: hi bestie. How is that awful wedding going? I just wanted you to remember that that Ric guy is probably working hard on your tattoo.

I read the message on the screan. Fucking Molly. I really loved her. But she was too much.

Me: no.

She started typing and soon there was another message.

Molly: you better check some placements for your tattoo and talk to him now.

The idea of the tattoo hadn't left my mind during these days. But I wasn't still sure of where I wanted it.

Leaning back on the wooden table, I opened Google and typed plant tattoo. There bunch of designs. All of them were different plants, ferns, calatheas, pines, lavender flowers...

"Fuck, they are beautiful." I muttered to myself.

But then one appeared and caught my eye. The plant was perfectly drawn around the girl's breast, coming from under it and traveling up her sternum. It was beautiful.

I bit my finger. I could definetly send this to Daniel. I could ask him to tattoo my breast. My cheeks warmed at the thought and my heart started beating fast. How the fuck would I go to the parlor and tell him to do it?

I decided to text Molly first and tell the idea, ending with her calling me and shouting right on the phone.

"Oooh my cheeky girl" She excitedly said. "You want Ricciardo to see your tits"

I blushed even more.

"Of course not! I just think it's pretty"

"Fuck he is. Have you seen his nose? That boy is hot"

"The tattoo! I'm talking about the tattoo!"

She was laughing on the other side.

"I hate you Molly"

"You love me. But really, Abi. I love the idea. You will look absolutely stunning with it."

"Really? Isn't it too much?"

"It's perfect. Just text the boy and make his job easier"

"Thanks"

"You love me"

"I do"

When I hung the call, I let the phone fall in front of me. I had to go and check my bag for the little card with Ham&Avo's contact information.

I looked at it and bit my lip. I was gonna do it. I typed Daniel's number and created the new contact before going to the message app and opening the empty chat. On his profile picture he had a picture of himself somewhere in the country. He looked cute with a big smile on his lips and a hat on his head.

I finally grew the courage to send him the photo and write a short message.

Me: hey, it's Abigail.

Me: I saw this and loved it. What do you think?

I wasn't expecting an answer soon, but when I went to bed and I still didn't have one, I felt something on my chest.

The next day at lunch time, I still didn't have an answer. But at middle afternoon, when I was attending one of the last clients, the phone ringed.

Daniel Ricciardo: Hey. Sorry for not answering. I got a bit thing this morning.

Daniel Ricciardo: I love the idea. Brave girl. The place it's painful. Think about it.

My hands were slightly shaking. I had a good tolerance for pain, but I had never got a tattoo so I didn't really know how it would feel like.

Me: that bad?

Only a second after, he texted back.

Daniel Ricciardo: I don't have one there. But I have seen guys big as bears crying.

Me: I'm scared now.

I went to the door and put on the Closed signal before closing the lock and going to the back of the shop.

Daniel Ricciardo: oh, don't be. Girls are always better clients than guys.

Daniel Ricciardo: I will work on this design and on thursday we will see if you prefer another one on our appointment, okay?

Daniel Ricciardo: first ideas are always the right decision 😉

It made me smile.

Me: okay, I will see if I find something else. See you.

Our appointment came and suddenly I found myself standing alone in front of the place. I rang twice before hearing a bark. Through the glass I saw a dog running to the door and suddenly Lewis was there opening.

"Be nice with the lady, Roscoe"

"Hi Lewis. Hi Roscoe" I said touching the dog's head.

"Good afternoon, Abigail. Come in. Danny will be here in a second. He went to get some coffee."

"Oh, okay"

"Do you mind waiting here? I have a guy half tattooed in there"

"Oh no, don't worry. Do your job"

He smiled warmly.

"Nice. Take care of her, Roscoe"

I went to sit in one of the armchairs next to the window and the dog followed me. I tried to keep myself busy on the phone, but the nerves were growing bigger on my stomach. I could really go home with a tattoo today.

The door opened Daniel came in. He had some coffee on his hand and a helmet hanging on his elbow.

"Oh, hi" A smile beamed on his face.

"Hi"

"Came here soon?"

"A bit." I shyly smiled.

"Well, just... Give me a second."

While he moved around the hall, I took a look of his appearance. Big funky shirt, tight jeans and black vans, a chain on his neck and tattoos on his left arm.

He went to Lewis studio with a coffee and let Roscoe go back with him before coming to me.

"Ready?"

"I don't think so" I said with half smile.

"Oh, no. Don't say that." He turned to the counter and took the two coffees there. "I didn't know what you liked, so I got some iced coffee with lots of milk because it's delicious"

Oh.

He brought me coffee.

"You got me coffee?" I said completely shocked. I had noticed the three cups when he came in but didn't expect one of them to be for me.

"Yeah" He smiled and my knees went weak.

"Really?"

"Yes. Let's go inside. I have tons of things to show you"

As a hyperactive kid, Daniel walked to his studio and called me from inside.

The guy was so nice he brought me coffee without even knowing me.

I followed him. He had left the helmet in a corner and the coffees on the desk, already pulled an additional chair for me and taken his iPad out.

"You are fast"

He smiled.

"I am. Feel free to sit."

I took a sit and he sat on his chair.

"Well, Abigail..."

I loved how he said my name. It made my skin tingle.

"I have been looking for some examples of what you want. I found similar things and with that and the three hundred pics of Argelian ivy I checked I came up with this.

Opening some drawing app, he showed me the design. It was perfect. A branch with a curve shape, almost circular. The leaves looked exactly how Argelian ivy's leaves are supposed to look. It was perfectly drawn.

"Oh wow, Daniel. It's stunning" I couldn't contain the smile. A weird feeling set on my stomach. As excitement.

I couldn't take my eyes off it, only did it when he gave me a notebook.

It was the same, hand-drawn and probably on what would be its real-life size.

"This shape is basically to follow the line of the breast" He carefully said. He was being cautious. His voice was low and his eyes were on my face. No weird looks or glances to the area in question.

I nodded in understanding.

"We could curve it in the other way so the plant would born under one breast and end over the other. Just like this" He showed me the next page. "See? Instead of a circle, it's an S shape."

I bit my lip. Both were beautiful, but for my first tattoo, the S was way too much.

He was patiently waiting for me to decide. But it was difficult. I was nervous and my hands were shaking. Was I really ready for this?

"You are nervous" He stated.

I looked at him.

"How can you tell?"

"Lip, hands, foot"

I was biting my lip, my hands were shaking and my foot was tapping the floor. Wow. Impressive. I swallowed and looked down at the notebook.

Maybe Molly was right. Maybe I was shy after all. Or maybe Daniel had that intense gaze and beautiful face. It was fucking impossible to not think about it.

"So? Do I have a 100% of sureness?"

I chuckled a bit.

"Um..."

"If you have to think about it, it's a no" He said laughing.

He took the coffee cup and then sip from it. I had to take my eyes away. Why was I like this? Why did the first guy to appear on the corner got me like this?

"Okay. Listen. Stay here for a bit. I'm going to take the paper and draw it. You stay here and tell me if you like it. We can work together on the final design. I draw, you like plants. I suppose you know your favourite Ivy well so..."

I nodded. I had nothing else to do. Charlotte was in the shop, so I had the afternoon free.

"I like the plan, okay"

He clasped his hands and unpocketed his phone. "Nice, any song you want me to play?"

"Um... Nothing too noisy?"

"You like folk?"

"I do."

The huge smile on his face was extraordinary.

"Fuck yes. I wish there were more people like you"

My heart beat fast. I will need to tell my therapist about this.

"See, this is Caamp. They are my mates. Good musicians, better people. All the debts I owe. Enjoy, lady"

Why the fuck couldn't I stop smiling?

"Okay, let's get to it."

He pulled a pencil out of a bottle and looked at me.

"S shape or circle?"

"I think I prefer the circle"

"Yeah. Me too." He bit the pencil and wanted to slap his hand away.

"Why?"

"Well... It was your first option. It's always the best really. Trust me, I have seen regret in people's eyes."

That made me chuckle.

"Really?"

"Yeah"

We spent so much time, I really lost the track of it. He was drawing, talking, dancing, telling the worst dad jokes ever, singing along the lyrics, ... All of it at the same time.

"They all have like these five arms?" He said about the leaves.

"Yeah. It's a thing of theirs"

"Good" He took a deep breath and shot a glance at me. "Can I ask for the meaning?"

I doubted. I wouldn't tell a stranger how bad my ex had fucked me up. How I had been going to therapy for months.

"Fidelity"

He nodded and let the pencil fall.

"To someone special?" He asked cautiously.

"Only me" I whispered. His stare had become too intense, so I had to take my eyes from him.

He stayed in silence for the first time in the afternoon.

"Okay. That's perfect. Be yourself. Love yourself. Who better?"

I smiled.

"So... Armenian ivy for Abigail, a woman true to herself" He read out loud as he wrote behind the paper.

I bit my lip. Oh, Daniel.

"I will say that the design is finished?"

I peeked over his hands, getting closer to him and smelling his cologne.

"Fuck, Daniel. That's... wow" If I was a cartoon, my eyes would have brilliant stars in them.

"You really like it?" He asked excitedly.

"I love it" And for the first time I saw myself with it.

"How much?"

"100%" I was smiling, I couldn't stop.

"Fuck yeah, that's what I needed to hear"

I felt a tinkling feeling on my belly.

"When?"

"Oh wow, girl" He said laughing. He patted my knee and I almost flinch back, not scared but not used to others touching me. He didn't notice, hopefully. "Yeah. It's pretty late now. But... Tomorrow?"

I shook my head.

"I work the whole day"

"Fuck. Hey. When is your free day?"

"I could get some free time on Tuesday and Thursday too."

"Shit." He opened his calendar. "Those days are full."

I bit my lip.

"Maybe I could get someone to..."

"No, no, hey. I will try and see if I can make some space for you. I don't get folk listeners every day" He winked at me.

Is he flirting? Or is he always like this?

"Thank you" I whispered.

"I'm excited. I haven't done something like this in a while. Really"

I smiled. Daniel was a nice guy. He exuded this energy, he was laid back and spontaneous. Something I was not. I felt a bit jealous.

"So, can I text you?"

"Yes." I answered not thinking much about it.

"I will talk to you quite soon."

We looked at each other. His eyes were pretty, really pretty. HAd I already said he was handsome?

"You will look stunning with it" He said.

"Are you imagining my tits?" Why the fuck do you say that?

"No! Well. Not your tits. Just the tattoo."

I awkwardly laughed.

"I'm sorry. I'm nervous and I say stupid stuff when I am."

He pinched his lips and looked at me.

"Do I make you nervous?"

"Yeah. A lot. You are going to mark me for life with a needle."

He barked a laugh.

"You are right, Abi"

Abi. Only friends and close people called me that. So only Molly and Charlotte called me that.

I should have corrected him, but I couldn't get myself to do it. It sounded good.

"Well, we are done here"

I almost pout. The atmosphere in the studio had been so light, so carefree and easy. I wanted to stay for a bit more. But I didn't know him. What was the point?

"Ok. I will get going then" I got up and picked my stuff.

"Here, take this with you." He pulled the first drawing from the notebook.

"Oh no. It's your job"

"Shhh. I want you to have it. I have the original one. The one I can work with. That's a small drawing. Just take care of it"

I smiled and nodded.

"You are good at this" I said from the bottom of my heart.

Daniel opened his eyes to speak but instead took a breath.

"Thank you" He walked me to the door. "Here, your coffee. And... I'll text you"

I nodded.

"Nice. See you"

"Bye bye. Be careful!"

And I left then, a stupid smile on my face and the already cold coffee in my hand.

Danny POV.

"Why are you standing there?"

Lewis's voice pulled me out of the trance. I was observing her, walking away with that sweetness of hers and graceful walk.

"Just checking"

"Your new client?"

Caught? Yeah. Right at the beginning.

"She is pretty"

"Fuck, she is, mate."

Lewis laughed and I blushed.

"Are you already in love with the girl?"

"I'm not in love"

"No, you only keep giving her appointments as an excuse to see her again"

I gasped dramatically and put my hand on my chest.

"How do you dare? I'm a professional."

"You are. With tattoos and with women. If you like her, just go for it"

"She is..."

"Diferent? I saw. She is cute."

I bit my lip. She was beautiful, her voice was soft and her freckled skin looked so perfect. She had that curly hair, half made in a messy bun, with pieces falling around her face. And that face of hers? Wow. So sweet and delicate.

"Molly is a hard woman. She won't doubt if she has to break your legs. Be careful with her friend"

"Mate..."

"Just saying" He said with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes and looked through the window. Gone.

Now I would rearrange my whole schedule. Because Lewis was right. I was dying to see her again.

Here it is. I hope you like it!! Just guess by its name what will the next chapter be about...

Next chapter: Mark your skin.

#daniel ricciardo #dr #the handsome artist #tattooartist!au #fluff #f1 fic

[roosterforme]

OMG SO MANY COME TO MIND !!

is it working for you — where BG gets jealous of two girls flirting with Bradley so she makes her way over to him & snatches his phone out of one of the girls’ hands & pushes it into Bradley’s chest

the deployment diaries — Roo not being able to wait another second after seeing his mother’s ring & proposing the BG so it becomes hers

a love you don’t find everyday — the tattoo reveals, both Roo’s & BGs.

old habits die hard — obviously the study room. the break up is a close second but looses brownie points for making me bawl my eyes out for an hour straight

batting practice — their first kiss at the pool party OR when Coach Bradley brought flowers for Kitten AND Molly AND gave Everett a baseball card from his own collection

Devyn!! OMG! OHHH yes... BG and her first bout of jealousy! That was her wake up call that she needed to stop sending him mixed signals and messing around!

For DD, I honestly love that he proposed in a dirty storage unit!

The tattoos!!

OHDH and the study room. I'm so glad they got to revisit the library ten years later.

BP pool party kisses when Bob walks in? Love how Coach has no shame when it comes to Kitten!

Thank you!!!

Most memorable fic scene

#if you ask emily

[mollywauk]

A definitely comprehensive list of everything important (to me) in EPISODE NEIN; Steam & Conversation

The entire Mighty Nein coming together to help Jester cheat at cards

The mystery surrounding the Gentleman (who we later know is just a sweaty little man)

Molly: It's good to remember that there are people who need what they have, every bit of what they have, and there are people who would be much happier with a little less

Illegal Evangelicism of the Traveler

"You want an anonymous reputation?"

Mollymauk really wants to get naked with his friends

Caleb to Beau: I must stop complimenting you it does not lead to good moments...

Fjord: Be enthusiastic / Beau: *tries and fails* / Fjord: 😀👍

Beau trying really hard to exert jock energy when we all know she is passionate about investigation and studying lmao "wow. Knowledge. Books. Cool." *arms crossed in jock*

The beginning of Nott's button obsession was literally made because she failed a roll, I love how much of her character is born from Sam's whims of the moment

Nott disguising herself as a Fjord Focus.(insert mini Keanu Reeves meme)

"can I sleight of hand change that to wangstacker?"

YASHA IS BACK AND SHE'S NAKED

Mollymauk's tattoos :)

Molly lying about his father throwing him into water to teach him to swim got me thinking... He obviously knows how because of later episodes, but do you think Yasha taught him how to swim?

Jester: I like killing roving beasts! :)

Teaching Nott how to swim in the communal bath

The infamous Jester tantrum and Caleb's reintroduction of his face to the mud disguise

#cr2 rewatch #cr2 #the mighty nein #a definitely comprehensive list of everything important (to me) in this episode #how to brackets work in the tagging system; #*? #guess I'll find out

[pseudolife-archived2]

For Molly - B, L, E, P

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks ? Do they often have unprotected sex ? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares ? Molly might have offered to birth children for friends that cannot have them, but she's never actually been pregnant nor does she ever want to be. Breeding, as a kink, kind of freaks her out - mainly because she comes from a large family and eugh, it makes her think of them and their teachings (specifically for her) to be fruitful and multiply. That being said, Molly isn't always the best at having protected sex. She's had at least one pregnancy scare (one with, awkwardly, her best friend), and it's because of this that she's considering getting sterilized.

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ?  What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in  ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ?  Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ? She's not really a sex-oriented person, she cares more for intimacy than the act most days. That being said, she loves lingerie on herself and others. For herself, she prefers things that are dark, goth themed, and have a touch of bondage about them. She also likes anything that exposes her ink, she has a lot of tattoos she loves to show off, and even her own leg scars don't bother her when it comes to showing skin. As for partners, she likes whatever they're the most comfortable in. It's about the trust, about the intimacy and vulnerability. But god, does she love a shirtless man in loose ratty sweatpants and women in nothing but baggy shirts.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ?  Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ?  Any experiments gone wrong ? Unfortunately for her partners, Moe has a tendency to get bored easily and while she's not necessarily sex-driven in relationships, she does like to experiment when the time for sex arrives. She'll try mostly anything (consensual) at least once or twice, and will have a review of it when the act is over. If she's feeling particularly cheeky, she'll make a report card or pull out some stickers. There's not really anything she's actively looking to try with a partner, mostly because she's tried a fair amount of the things on her small list that she's wanted to. Mostly, she's interested in getting an orgasm and post-sex cuddles. She is a slut for post sex cuddles. Let her big spoon. One thousand percent, there have been some sex-related experiments that have gone wrong - but the only one she will freely admit to is the time she got a guy all tied up and he fainted on her and she had to call an ambulance. That was... A night to remember.

P ─ Public. Have they ever done it in public ?  Were they caught ?  Do they have a favourite public place to do it ? The Queen of Awkward Car Sex in Dumb Places. You might be wondering, why does she keep doing it if car sex is so awkward and uncomfortable for someone of her height? Well... We've got nothing chief. Sometimes, you just gotta do it where you are. But never in her corvette because she's not a fucking savage animal. She doesn't even allow drinking in the car, let alone human juices.

SEXY ABCS meme ; accepting

#dctrreids #m. owens » general #m. owens » canon #blep <3

[bitcofun]

Happy Bitcoin Pizza Day! Prior to you call for a Margherita to celebrate the world's very first real-world Bitcoin deal, here's a piece of trivia: What do a household vacation to Japan, a 50 Cent album, a steak supper, and a framed feline image all share? They were all spent for with Bitcoin ( BTC) by members of the Cointelegraph Bitcoin neighborhood! And much like the Bitcoin pizzas that expense 10,000 BTC, which are now worth more than $300 million, the neighborhood's Bitcoin purchases have actually likewise escalated. Benjamin de Waal, the VP of Engineering at Bitcoin exchange Swan Bitcoin informed Cointelegraph, "I invested 7 BTC on a household journey to Japan a couple of years back." In today's worth, 7 BTC deserves well over $200,000-- however Ben's delighted since his kids enjoy: " It would have deserved a lot more now; however I do not regret it at all. A great youth filled with experience, enjoyable, and knowing is invaluable." Felix Crisan, the fraudster vigilante, informed Cointelegraph how he when invested 50 BTC (worth $1.5 million) establishing a brand-new software application module for his business in2015 Crisan included that in 2016: " Let's not forget some nearly 1BTC 'invested' wagering who the next United States president's going to be." [...] Of course, I didn't win." That's a $30,000 bet at BTC's present market value. Jeffrey Albus, Editor at Cointelegraph, shared that he sprinkled out on a steak supper to show Bitcoin's peer-to-peer abilities "at some point in 2011 or early 2012." " We paid 15 BTC-- 12 for the meal, plus 3 BTC left as a pointer (which the waitress most likely got rid of.)" Worse still, the worth of 15 BTC back over 10 years back was so little that it disappointed the overall expense: Albus needed to top it up with excellent old greenbacks. The worth of the Bitcoiner-appropriate steak supper is now worth shy of half a million dollars. In a word to the smart, Julien Liniger, CEO of Swiss Bitcoin exchange Relai-- and a Bitcoin maximalist through and through, informed Cointelegraph that he "purchased a bitcoin hoodie for 0.1 BTC back thens, however that was the last thing"-- an approximately $3,000 hoodie. He discussed that "it then ended up being too silly of a thing to me to invest rather of stack sats." Meanwhile, the group at CoinCorner, the UK Bitcoin exchange behind the contactless Lightning Network payment card, shared a couple of stories. Danny Scott, the CEO, purchased the 50 Cent album "Animal Ambition" with Bitcoin when the marketplace rate was around $600 50 Cent notoriously " forgot" he accepted 700 BTC for the album-- let's hope Scott forgets the missed out on gains, too! Molly Spiers, CoinCorner's Head of Marketing, informed Cointelegraph, "I purchased an image postcard of my felines [...] for 0.009 BTC." The $270 postcard was regretfully insufficient for Spiers to keep a hold of it; 'I've lost them someplace for many years - I 'd have framed them with pride!" Fortunately, there are "no remorses," as it does "produce a great story." Plus, she shared a photo of the felines: Molly Spier's felines. The image postcard is regretfully lost. Source: Molly Spiers While "try out Bitcoin as a currency," Matthew Ward, CoinCorner's software application designer, informed Cointelegraph that he "purchased the video game Cities Skylines back when it released on Steam in March 2015 for 0.108 BTC." You can be the judge of whether the graphics warrant a $3,000 price: Cities Skylines gameplay. Source: themacgames.net Finally, Didi Taihuttu, referred to as the dad of the Bitcoin Family and often the Bitcoin tattoo man, invested 2.75 BTC on a Bitcoin miner in2014 Taihuttu informed Cointelegraph that "the strangest part is that when BTC struck around $200, I quit mining BTC and began to mine dogecoin ( DOGE)." Had he held the BTC, he would have more than $180,000 Related: Try topping this: PizzaDAO commemorating Bitcoin Pizza Day with 100 celebrations around the world Taihuttu likewise

shared that throughout his experiences as The Bitcoin Family, he's parted with over 9 BTC ($270,000), which he refers to as "losing 9 BTC however acquiring a fantastic experience." And for those questioning what took place to the 10,000 BTC Hanyecz invested in the pizzas, according to Cointelegraph research study, 5% of the overall landed in a really rich wallet, while " a few of the funds were apparently liquidated" on a stopped working crypto exchange. The rich wallet that devoured on a few of Hanyecz's BTC remains in the top 15 wealthiest wallets in Bitcoin, building up over 53,000 BTC. The overall invested or sent out from the wallet is 0 BTC: a qualified Bitcoin hodler. Read More

[erebugs]

Might nein tattoos p1 !!

#she got mollys card tattooed : #im very sad abojt this #criticle role #criticlerolefanart #critical role #critical role fanart #cr beauregard #beauregard lionett #my art #art #artist #digital art #digital painting #sketch #sketching #sketchbook #myart

[nellasbookplanet]

To your post on people finding the M9 campaign disappointing, as someone who hated the ending I agree with almost all your points. I really did want to end with having seen them all settle into their places. However your point of a continuation after fighting Lucian feeling cheap is the exact opposite of how I feel. To me, as it stands the ending feels cheap. Molly as a character was only around for 26 of 141 episodes. I fundamentally don’t believe that he had as strong of an affect on 1/2

the M9 as he did on the fandom. Yes he helped shape who they are as people at the beginning, but then they all (and the narrative) grew on from that and developed on their own, so for him to be forced back into the narrative as the big bad of the campaign felt cheap. If they would have continued on for a bit more and had time to show individual characters on their paths of the journey I would have been satisfied with the ending. 2/2

Well, anon, I simply don't agree.

Back when Molly first died, when I was very new to the show and only just dipping my toes into the tag, I vaguely remember coming across this post jokingly saying how bad it is when your group is made up of people only in it for themselves with only a chaotic asshole as your moral compass, and then that chaotic asshole dies (trying to save you, no less).

Molly’s death, and the Iron Shepherd's arc as a whole, fundamentally changed t9's outlook. Before then they did the occassional good deed when the opportunity presented itself (saving Kiri, helping that family in Hupperdook), but mainly they were mercenaries working for whoever paid them while secretly having their own agendas. There wasn't much real loyalty, and frequent inter-group clashes due to lack of trust (Fjord holding a sword to Caleb, Nott attempting to steal from the group, Molly charming people left and right and only divulging his past when put under zone of truth, Beau forcing the truth out of Caleb, I could go on). Molly was no exception; he was an asshole with a poor understanding of boundaries and no qualms about scamming people, but he still had a very clear moral sense that a lot of the group lacked. He doesn’t leave people behind. He leaves things better than he found them. He’s here to have a good time but not to cause harm.

The Iron Shepherd's was a turning point. It was when they stopped being colleagues and decided to risk their lives for each other, learned the very real consequences of said risks in losing Molly, and then decided to keep going anyway. We saw this very clearly in Caleb, who nearly bolted when the going got rough, but once he'd made the desicion to stay there was devotion. After this, most of what they do is for each other. They go to the ocean for Fjord. Travel to Xhorhas for Veth. Fight Obann for Yasha. Stop the war for Caleb and Beau, because the Empire is their home. Hold travelercon for Jester. Save Caduceus' home. Fight Trent for Caleb and their families. They are no longer just mercenaries, they are family. And Molly as a person might not have caused this, but the circumstamces of his death combined with his personal philosophies certainly kickstarted it.

It is true they all grew and developed on their own, anon, but Molly was the jumping off point. He was the one who told Beau leave things better than you found them, which she only realized the truth of post his death and made her own. As she mentioned after t9 disasterously stole their first pirate ship (and isn't hilarious that they’ve had multiple pirate ships), one moment of clarity isn't enough. It was their own choice and their own work to grow and develop.

But they were all very clearly aware of the influence Molly had on them. Beau getting a tattoo in his honor (and keeping a piece of his clothing, which she then uses to beat up Lucien in the finale). Jester keeping his tarot cards, finishing them with her own illustrations and teaching herself to use them and then turning them against Lucien. Caleb designing the tower with Molly as a clear visual inspiration (turning also that against Lucien), and kissing Essek on the forehead and urging him to be better as a clear callback to Molly. Yasha keeping the clover he gave her, only to gift it to Lucien in hope of seeing a glimpse of her friend. Veth saying that the only choice they’ve ever consistenetly made is to take care of their friends. Molly’s ghost hangs over them till the end, when he is finally released in the awakening of Kingsley.

I also think there’s a point to be made of fandom reaction to Molly, especially as you brought up thinking he made a larger impression on fandom than on t9, anon. As with many popular characters, I’ve seen a consistent thread of bitterness toward Molly from certain corners of fandom (I have noticed the same thing with Caleb). People thought he was taking up too much space in the tag compared to their faves, who they considered more "deserving" of the attention. They wanted everyone else to stop talking about him and making things about him now that he was dead and, supposedly, irrelevant. When he then ended up not only coming back but taking center stage in the culminating arc, said people got upset that everyone who had refused to forget him had been vindicated. I believe they tried so hard to convince themselves that Molly didn’t matter and that everyone should move on that they turned a blind eye to the actual long term influences he had on t9 and the campaign as a whole.

#this is not to say fanon molly isn’t wildly different from canon molly #a lot of people seem to forget that he was kind of an asshole lol #and in that vein i don’t necessarily think molly would’ve agreed with a lot of the choices t9 made post his death #he really didn’t want to get involved with the war and attract attention for one #I'm actually really curious what his reaction would’ve been if he’d been around when they decided to go to xhorhas #nella gets asks #critical role meta #cr2 #mollymauk tealeaf #cr discourse #just to be safe #critical role #nella talks cr

[intergalacticwanderer]

(Part one, part two. This fic is pretty much a mash up of this post about tiefling virtue names and this post about Molly’s tattoos, because apparently I couldn’t stop thinking about it even after making them. Some small references are made to the prior fics but all that’s really needed is that Kingsley recently got all of Molly’s memories and is dealing with that.)

The weather and the seas that day were remarkably calm - not that good for sailing, but good for tasks that required steadier footing or hands. And if the doldrums did stay longer than was welcome, Fjord and Jester both had some tricks to get them out of it, so, nothing to really worry about. There were plenty of things he could do on a day like today.

In that moment he was in Jester’s cabin, sitting on a cushion beside her bed, while she sat on the bed above him and carded her fingers through his hair.

“So what do you want to do this time? Something fancy? Ohh, maybe adventurous? Beau’s here, maybe we could try shaving it!”

Kingsley chuckled, relaxing back into the touch as she gathered up the hair. “Just the usual trim for now. We’ll see about the rest once that's done.”

“Hmm, if you say so,” Jester said, bringing out her small pair of shears and starting on the bottom of the hair while her tail idly brushed against his own. “I do think you’d look really cool with shaved sides though.”

He gave a little hum, letting his tail wrap around hers. “Probably. But trim first.”

“Okaaaaay,” Jester said, mock exasperated, but he could hear the smile in her voice. Soon enough she settled into her rhythm, pulling up individual sections of hair and the quiet snip of the shears the only sound for a moment.

The first time Jester had trimmed his hair had been, while not a disaster, not the best either. At the time however he’d been too aggravated by his long hair to really care, and soon enough it’d become a regular thing, Jester improving with the additional practice. In the grand scheme of things a haircut might not be a huge deal, but at the same time? That first haircut in Nicodranas had been one of the first times he’d really been able to really take control of his own appearance, feel comfortable in how he looked, and he was forever grateful to Jester for helping him continue that. Plus, it was a great way for them to have some time to gossip. Speaking of which...

“So I heard something from Beau the other day.”

“Ohhh? What kind of thing?” He felt her lean forward a little, tail coming free from his to swing back and forth.

“Well, one thing, she told me to ask about a story, but I'm not doing that part yet.”

“Aww! Why not?”

“Cause I don't want to get accidentally stabbed if I laugh at the wrong time.” As if to emphasize his point he felt the shears trimming some hair closer to his ear. “Besides, I can ask about it afterwards, something to look forward to.”

“But you could still do nowww,” Jester said, and even without seeing her face he could hear her pouting.

“It’s not you, it’s me,” he said dramatically and he was rewarded with a giggle.

“Okay, fine. What’s the other part?”

“She was talking about members of the Nein having different names, besides me?” He stretched out his arms in front of him and bowed his back a little before relaxing again, making sure not to move his head while he did it. “I know about Nott and Veth, and there were those sketchy assassin wizard people calling Caleb Bren when all that went down, but she also mentioned you? Said I should ask you about it.” He did his best to seem blasé but his tail betrayed him, curling and thrashing along the floor. He reached over and stilled it with his hand, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

“Oh!” Her voice was surprised, and the shears stopped for a moment. “Did she. Um. Say what it was?”

Kingsley almost shook his head but stopped himself in time. “Nah. Probably figured it wasn’t her place to share, and I’d agree. Won’t say I’m not curious but up to you.”

Understatement. Painful understatement. But he wasn’t going to force it either, no matter how much he wanted to know. It was less about the name itself and more just... the confirmation that she’d had a different name at some point. Something that could maybe help him feel a little less alone with the tangled mess of two names bouncing around in his head these past couple days.

The sound of the shears started back up again. “... Genevieve. But my name is Jester.”

“Never said it wasn’t dear,” Kingsley said, feeling himself relax. “What made you want to change it?”

There was another pause, longer than he expected. “... do you not know about virtue names? Wait, what am I saying?” He felt Jester shift on the bed and a few moments later she was climbing down onto the floor and sitting in front him, hands settling into her lap. “I forget sometimes that you don’t know about certain tiefling stuff.”

Kingsley blinked a few times at the sudden change in set up. “And?”

“So I guess it’s my job to teach you!”

“Am I still getting the rest of my haircut?” He held up a lock of untrimmed hair.

She swatted his arm. “Yes! But this is important enough that I want to talk to you about it face to face.”

Jester shifted to make herself comfortable then clapped her hands together in front of her. “So! What I know about this I learned from my mama, so I don't know everything but what I do know is preeetty cool. The easy version is that virtue names are naming yourself what you want to be!”

Kingsley raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

That earned him another swat on the arm. “There’s more to it than that, silly! Or...” She paused, then shrugged. “Actually, that is pretty much it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not important.”

“See, a virtue name isn’t just what you want to be, it’s thinking about who you are. What you want to strive for, what’s important to you, who you are as a person.” Jester placed a hand on her chest. “For me, Jester was something I thought sounded cool, and I liked that they made other people laugh. And, okay, maybe those reasons are a little simple, but it’s still me, and because it’s me it’s important.”

Kingsley thought over what she’d said. “I... take it Marion isn’t a virtue name?”

Jester shook her head. “Nope, my mama liked the name she had. But she still told me I could choose whatever name I wanted, you know? Even if she didn’t change it herself she wanted me to have that choice. And I did, and I’m happy being Jester.”

“Anyway, that’s tiefling virtue names!” She straightened, about to stand back up when she stopped, something seeming to occur to her. “Wait.” And then Jester pointed at him, face brightening. “Kingsley’s kind of like a virtue name!”

His current confused mess about names did a weird flip in his stomach. “Uh-?”

“You mentioned feeling kingly, and you even have your goal of maybe becoming the Plank King someday! That's so cool!” Jester grinned at him, hands clasped together, but a few moments later her smile fell away. “... Kingsley?”

Even with being addressed directly Kingsley glanced behind him (which, of course, was just the bed), wondering what suddenly had her looking so worried. Was something on his face?

“I’m fine,” he said, maybe a little too quickly. It was when he looked to the side that he caught the culprit - his godsdamned tail again. His hand snapped out, stilling it, but he knew that this time she'd definitely seen it. His heart hammered in his chest.

“Kingsley.” Her voice had softened. “What’s wrong?”

For a split second he considered lying, but the thought died quickly. Jester had already caught him, and... yeah, he didn't like lying to her. Not about important stuff at least. He took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I... I think the name talk might be wigging me out a little.” And he’d even been the one to bring it up in the first place.

“Do you want to talk about something else?”

Kingsley shook his head. “Nah, it’s just- Beau told me about the others changing their names, probably to try and make me feel better?” He ran a hand through his partially trimmed hair, while the thumb on his other hand worried at his nails. “And it helped but right now all I can think about is how I'm different. Caleb was a random alias that stuck, Veth was stuck in a different body, and you-” He gestured at her- “got a chance to really think about what you wanted. And all of you were still, well- you.”

Kingsley let out a sigh, hands dropping into his lap. “It’s... dumb but, I almost feel weirdly guilty about my name right now? I like it but I picked it when I didn’t remember and-”

“Kingsley no.” She reached forward and grabbed his hand with both of hers. “Don't ever feel guilty about that, okay?”

Kingsley jumped a little, surprised at her intensity. “I- okay?”

“You said you like your name, right?” Jester squeezed his hand.

A small pause. “Yes?”

“And you still believe in the reasons you picked your name?”

“...yyyes?”

“Then it's your name.” She held his gaze. “You can add to it if you want, but please don’t feel like you have to change it.” Her face softened again and she gave a small smile. “You’re allowed to like your name and who you are. That’s okay.” She patted the back of back of his hand. “And... maybe you can just think of it as your actual virtue name? If you want to. I was allowed to make that choice, and so can you. And you could totally just have two names if you wanted. It's up to you.”

It took several long moments for him just to process. “...Huh.” Thinking about the name Kingsley. Keeping it, but maybe now as a virtue name, a deliberate choice, showing who and what he wanted to be. Knowing he could still keep the other name too if he wanted. “Huh.” He nodded to himself. “Actually... yeah. I like that. I like that a lot. Thank you Jester.”

Jester finally grinned again, giving one more squeeze to his hand and a small nod in return. “Happy to help.”

She clambered back up to her spot on the bed, brushing his hair back to where it’d been before she’d climbed down. “Anything you want to talk about next?”

“I think I’d like to just relax for a bit, if that’s okay.”

“Sounds good to me!” Jester said.

Things settled into a comfortable sort of quiet, Jester humming a small tune and sounds of the ocean filtering in from the outside. That was one experience he'd never gotten to have before, at least, and it'd helped to serve as a good touchstone these past couple days. An easy dividing line for before and after. But in that moment, with the quiet intent work, someone else changing something on his body on his behalf, a new memory ran through his mind - or rather, new to him.

Sitting backwards on a chair, shirt off and resting his arms on the chair back, hair somehow even shorter than it was now. People talking around him, friendly, asking what he wanted and what he had in mind, before a prickling burning pain started on his right shoulder. The pain continuing down his arm, but there was a satisfaction to it, knowing that this scar, this tattoo was his own mark. Laying claim to a body that was unfamiliar and foreign, blotting out an eye that wouldn't stop staring and wouldn't go away.

That pain was distant now, separated not only by time but death and revival as well, but Kingsley still found himself looking down at the snake tattoo wrapping around his arm, the scales bordered and adorned by numerous scars. He hadn't paid much attention to it when he'd first woken up (outside of wondering about questionable decisions) or even really in the immediate time afterwards. Now it was almost like double vision looking at it - a tangible reminder of someone screaming to the world that he was alive, he was here, he existed.

He gave a quiet snort. A reminder of life, but it'd still stuck around when he was very much not alive and buried in the ground. Then again...

A few tufts of hair dropped onto his shoulder and Jester brushed them off for him, continuing to hum as she worked. Sure, he'd been dead and in the ground, but he wasn't anymore. And even when he hadn't remembered different things, the tattoos had still been there. Proof that Molly had existed.

Kingsley held up his right hand in front of him towards the light shining through the open door, examining the blank spot in the snake’s head, before flipping to his palm and looking at the blank spot there as well. He hadn't ever been bothered by those before - in fact, the sight had been a relief. But right now, those voids on his hand, scattered around other various body parts and tattoos... it was making him itch. It wasn’t complete.

“Hey Jester?” He continued to hold his hand in front of him, tail tapping on the floor.

“Hmmm?”

“You still practicing tattoos?”

Jester gave a little gasp. “Oh my gosh YES! I can-”

“Hair!” Kingsley yelled when he felt her start to move off the bed again. “Hair first!”

“Ack, okay, just-” There was a small scramble as she readjusted course, but soon enough she was back in place, Kingsley mercifully un-stabbed by flailing shears. “But you have to tell me what you’re thinking about!”

He laughed. “Okay, okay.”

His tail continued to tap on the floor as he thought, his left hand coming up to his chin. “So, we were just talking about names, right? And how Kingsley can be my virtue name, but I can still keep the other if I want?”

“Yeah?” Jester hadn't started cutting his hair again yet, too caught up in what he was saying.

He held his right hand up into her view, poking at the blank spot on its back. “I want to see if I can do something like that with these? If that makes sense? It sounded better in my head.”

A pause.

“... okay, I’m really sorry, I know you said hair first but I have to come back down there for this,” Jester said and she slid off the bed to plop down next to him, sketchbook somehow already in her hand. “Cause that idea is amazing and we gotta talk about it.”

Kingsley gave the most over the top sigh he could. “I guess I’m going to have half cut hair forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I don’t want you to forget what you’re thinking about!”

He bumped his shoulder into hers, grinning. “Nah, I getcha. Just know it’ll be even longer until I ask about that story,” he said, winking.

This time, he was actually able to see Jester pouting at that.

“Fiiiine. Now tell me about the tattoos!!”

“Alright, alright, I'm getting there,” he said with another laugh, shifting his position to where it was more comfortable to talk.

“Okay, so, I know part of the reason these tattoos are here was to hide the red eyes.” He held up his right hand and wiggled his fingers. “It's great that they're gone but I kinda want to give them just one more f-you by filling them in with my own thing, make it look like it was supposed to be like that all along.”

“Oooo, I like it,” Jester said, starting to sketch out a replica of the snake on his hand and the associated blank spot. “Do you know what you want in there instead?”

“Hmm. Not really? The idea just popped into my head, so-” He gave a shrug. “We know there's nine of them at least.”

“Neeeeein!” Jester’s response was almost entirely out of habit, but a moment later her eyes widened, Kingsley broke out into a grin, and the two of the pointed at each other at the same time.

“Mighty Nein!” It was together but not at all in unison and the two of them dissolved into muffled laughter.

“That sounded terrible! I love it!”

“I knooow!” Jester said and she broke into further giggles. “But that could be it! Something with the Mighty Nein!”

“Picture this,” Kingsley said, gesturing dramatically with his palms facing down. “Instead of the eyes of nine we have... the eyes of NEEEIN!”

“YES!” Jester pumped her arms into the air. “It could even be in everyone’s eye colors! And little hidden designs inside if we want to get fancy!”

“Oh we always want to get fancy,” Kingsley said, showing off a fanged grin. “That settles it! Operation replace eyes of nine with the Mighty Nein is a go!”

“Awesome!!” Jester whipped her sketchbook up in front of her, poised to start drawing. “Let’s start with your Mighty Nein eye!”

Kingsley lifted his hand, ready to throw out ideas - and hesitated.

“... actually, the red might make things a little weird.”

Jester winced. “Ooooh, right. Maybe not.”

“But!” Kingsley said, perking up, “Yasha has two eye colors. So it’d still work either way. I’ll think about it.”

“Yeah!” Jester nodded, some of her enthusiasm returning. “And we can totally figure out some other stuff for now.” She wrote down a few notes in her sketchbook. “Do you know where you’d want people? Like, matching with tattoos, who’s near each other, that sort of thing?”

“I think I’ve got a couple in mind?” He tapped the back of his neck, where he knew the gap in the all seeing eye tattoo was. “Beau’s can go here. Can’t let her get the last word, after all,” he said, grinning, but there was something vulnerable to it.

The first time he had made the connection between Beau’s tattoo and the one on the back of his own neck his feelings had been... mixed. Weirdly flattered, but also feeling like a bit of a cheat, like he was taking credit for something he didn’t deserve. Now, though, he knew that there was no obligation to it. While they’d had their hiccups the Mighty Nein weren’t going to sacrifice him on the pyre of memory, and they loved him for who he was.

Him adding to the tattoo, wrapping it back around to being a tribute to Beau, assigning his own meaning away from hiding the somnovem? Kingsley rubbed the back of his neck, smile now softer. It would be his. Still building off of who he’d been before, that was still part of him, but now it could be his.

“That’s the only one I know for sure, right now. But I’ll keep thinking on the rest.”

Another nod. “Okay! Do you want to get the tattoos as you think of them? Or all at once? And do you want to tell anyone else about it before you do it?”

“All at once, works better to make sure they fit. Plus I don’t want to get accused of playing favorites,” he said with another grin. “As for the other... hmm. Input is nice, but I do like surprising people. I’d say that’s another think about it.”

“Got it!” Jester said, and he saw her starting to sketch the all seeing eye tattoo beside the snake head. “This is going to be amazing.”

“Of course it will, you’re involved.”

Jester ducked down behind the sketchbook a little but she was smiling as well. “If you say sooo.”

“I do. And Jester?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” He didn’t specify for what this time, but he figured it’d get through. There was still a lot he needed to figure out but now at least he had some new touchstones, the promise of even more in the future, and good company right in that moment. It was more than enough for him to be thankful for.

It did, however, seem like it was going to be awhile until he finished that haircut. But in the mean time...

“... okay, I’m too curious, Beau said I had to ask you about really early Xhorhas disguises?” Kingsley said and he saw Jester's face absolutely light up.

A few minutes later, over in his own cabin, Fjord swore and almost dropped something on his foot at Kingsley’s sudden loud cackling, and he just sighed and shook his head.

(Part Four)

#Critical Role #cr spoilers #Jester Lavorre #Kingsley Tealeaf #Mollymauk Tealeaf #Mollymauk #disaster tieflings #Critical Role fanfiction #my writing

[dent-de-leon]

I really want Beau and Caleb to call Lucien out on stealing Molly’s line so bad. For Beau, someone who always thought of Luicen and Molly as wholly separate entities, saw Mollymauk as dead and gone--that’s going to sting like hell. And a part of that mentality is to protect herself, as she did with possessed Yasha. She tried to cut off all emotions, to sever any ties. Because believing the Yasha they knew and loved was gone forever hurt less than the constant ache of hope, the inevitable stab of betrayal. 

As Marisha said, it’s the same with Mollymauk. “Beau’s picking and poking [at Lucien] still kind of stems from her defensiveness and guardedness of her feelings in a lot of ways, and the way that she’s coping with things...She still has it in the back of her head that she’s looking at her dead friend. It’s her way of protecting herself if she can go, Fuck you, I don’t care about you. This isn’t too dissimilar to the way she reacted when Yasha was brainwashed.” Beau repeatedly tells Jester and Veth that he’s already gone, that Lucien isn’t him and he’s never coming back. “Remember, he’s Mollymauk inside.” “He’s not.” She tries to stop Jester from offering him the tarot reading. 

So when Beau hears, “I’m here to open a door--for you to take my reign. Long may it be”--I can imagine her immediately lashing out, absolutely seething at Lucien’s audacity to take their friend’s words and spit them back in her face. It’s a corruption of her friend. Another way to twist the knife and defile his memory. Not unlike the red eye that now haunts the tattoo she got to honor Molly. 

And once again, the fact that it’s Beau and Caleb having this conversation with Lucien is so very poetic. Because whereas Beau is adamantly insistent that Molly is gone, Caleb doesn’t quite see it that way. He challenges Luicen’s insistence on the matter again and again, forcing him to confront the possibility that Molly is more than just a forgotten speck, as uncomfortable as it may be.

Caleb actually tells Lucien the truth, for what it’s worth. “We were quite fond of our friend. So that alone does draw us in a bit.” And Lucien doesn’t immediately shut him out. He entertains Caleb’s attempts to reach out, even flirts with him. “Well, it’s hard not to be fond of this.” And that spark of something, that effortless charm and playfulness--it reminds Caleb of Molly, and he tells him so. “You’re not entirely different from the friend we knew.” And we see glimpses of it again and again. The clover, the tarot reading, the teasing, Molly’s tower room. 

And Caleb is one of the people who truly confronts Lucien on this matter, who keeps pushing for him to look deep inside himself and realize that there’s more to Molly than just an empty fragment. Caleb is willing to ask the difficult questions, dares Lucien to see the remnants of his mirrored self still bleeding at the edges. “Why do you think it was that one of these pieces of you landed in a grave and woke up in a circus? What about the others? And where did you go that you would learn about [the Somnovum]?” 

When Caleb allows Lucien to enter the tower, that alone is a gamble. But he does it with the full intent of letting Lucien see these little echoes of Molly in it. The stained glass memorializing all their adventures, the bedroom always intended for Molly--adorned with the drapery of his well loved coat. And the thing is, it works. “Lucien, other than his normally confident self, seems to have a faint touch of apprehension.” Lucien himself even admits aloud that being in the tower, being surrounded by this monument to the Nein and Caleb’s life with them--there’s something to those memories that resonates with him. “I had some nice dreams. There’s some good decor here...some fun stories around them.”

So you have people like Beau, who shuts out the possibility of Molly’s persevering existence, because it’s too painful a reality. Because it muddles things, makes Lucien more than the enemy. And then you have people like Caleb, who are here in Aeor in part because...well, ever since their visit to Molly’s grave, they’ve had that faint hope of a rescue. A reunion. “He might not be there, but we should try.” “This can be a conversation, or it can be a reunion.” “For those of us interested in trying to redeem our old friend, we certainly don’t have a method to do so--at the moment. The thin hope would be, that [there’s] something about where we’re going...” 

Neither is wrong. There is no right way to grieve. But there’s Beau, who held onto Molly’s cards, who has a tattoo to honor and preserve his memory. Who always keeps a careful distance, who was reluctant to speak with whatever remained of Molly’s spirit at the grave. And then there’s Caleb, who buried Mollymauk with a letter, hoping he’d wake and come find them. Who really pushed for Molly’s resurrection in their return to Shadycreek Run. Who still has an empty bedroom waiting in the tower, always ready in case Molly came home. And now Lucien is here right in front of them, throwing Mollymauk’s words back at them. 

It’s proof that that Molly shard is in there somewhere, that Lucien possibly even consciously remembers. And I hope these little pieces of Molly continue to creep through, that Caleb realizes his hunch was right and Molly isn’t quite as gone as Lucien seems to believe. 

#critical role spoilers #critical role #mollymauk #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett

[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist. 17.

The Hoppers. A nice day on the beach with the Hoppers and some plans to make.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: I know a place.

Note: a random chapter with the usual cuteness. Read the note at the end please!!!

"Did you put the food on the truck" Charlotte insisted.

"Yes, Charlotte, I did."

"And your boyfriend will go there?"

"Yes Charlotte, Danny will go there" I said blushing.

Danny told me that Michael was also free that day. Obviously he was more than invited to come. They would go to the beach from their house and we would see them in there.

"Is his friend handsome too?"

"He is a cute but huge little guy" Molly said.

"Cute but huge little guy?" I lifted my eyebrow.

"Girl, that guy is huge. He could break Danny in a half"

I chuckled.

"True, true." I chuckled. "He works in a gym. And yes. He is cute. A nice guy too"

"Good." She said with a cheeky smile.

I rolled my eyes. Soon we were on our way to the beach, windows down and music loud, Flowers in your hair on the speakers. I looked at them and felt happy.

Danny POV.

"So you want me to go because you don't want to be alone with her and her aunt and best friend"

I nodded and he laughed.

"Mate, you met them like a month ago"

"I don't care. I wasn't her boyfriend yet!"

Michael laughed and left the car. I flipped him off and followed him.

We were slightly yet, so the first thing I do was covering my eyes from the sun and look for her.

"They are there"

Obviously Mike had already seen them.

So we walked down the beach. The closer we got the more nervous I felt.

That was my girlfriend, her best friend and her aunt. The whole family. The Hoppers.

And then...

"Daniel! Daniel and company!" Charlotte got up from her chair and Moly and Abi turned to us.

Abigail smiled and got up from the sun. She is perfect. She was wearing a green bikini and her hair was already wet. Her curls looked messy because of the sea and her skin was shiny. On her chest, my tattoo looked perfect. It suited her so well.

"Give your aunt a kiss, boy"

Charlotte surprised me by pulling me down to her level. I laughed and let her kiss my cheek before kissing hers. Then.... Your aunt.

"Welcome to the family, Daniel. I'm so happy for you" She said cupping my face. "Take care of my little forest elf."

"I will, Charlotte. I promise"

"I know." She then gave me a hug and another kiss. "Now, be good and introduce me to you friend"

I chuckled and turned to Michael.

"Mike mate, she is Charlotte. The coolest woman in the town"

"Oh, you are too nice"

Charlotte went to Mike and I felt a touch on my arm. I looked down and there she was with the biggest smile on her face.

"She already adores you."

I smiled at her.

"I know, I just want to have my new aunt happy"

"She already told you that?"

I nodded.

"Well, all her friends already know about her super handsome new nephew. The tattoo artist with a pink car"

"Do they?"

"Of course they do. You have a granny fan club"

I hugged her waist and kissed her cheek.

"Don't let it get in my head"

She chuckled and cupped my cheeks. A soft touch on my lips with her thumb and then she kissed me. Her body touched mine and I sighed on her mouth. This was so perfect.

"Thank you for coming. Both of them are super excited. But will probably try to warn you and scare you or something... Or flirt with Mike. Try to ignore it. Molly is like a teen and Charlotte... Charlotte is currently touching Mike's abs so..."

I looked at them and laughed.

"Mike, you should give her a card. I think she has a lot of friends, right? For your yoga classes."

"Oh! Yoga! Yes Mike, give me your number and I will get you 10 or 11 new clients."

Abi laughed. I leaned and pressed a kiss on her temple. I couldn't believe she was my girlfriend. I had the most beautiful woman only for me.

"I hope they are not too much" She whispered.

"Don't worry. We can manage it."

She kissed my lips again and I felt in heaven.

"Some space!" Molly shouted.

I opened my eyes and pulled back with a smile.

"Come here, Danny." She hugged me. "Treat my girl right eh"

"I will, I will"

"Stop, Molly"

"I just want her ti be happy. The happiest. I hope it's not much to ask"

"It's not"

Soon Michael and I were walking to the water as they laid in the sun.

"Well, they are... Intense" Michael said.

"They are" I said laughing. "Abi is probably mortified. Just don't take them into account. Charlotte is this messy and energetic woman. And yeah... Quite que opposite"

"No problem, mate. They are funny"

I saw how his eyes moved to Molly, who was currently moving and laying face down. She was pretty, she had his light brown hair, long short. Her eyes were big and she had a sharp face.

"She is pretty" Michael said.

"She is. But..."

My best friend looked at me.

"She likes women?"

"She is with Lewis"

Abi had gotten up and was walking to us. She looked angelic, her skin looked golden because of the sun.

"Well, I have nothing to do with Lewis." Michael said. I felt a bit sad for him.

"Hey guys"

"Abi, I have a question" I said.

She leaned to me and took a sit on my lap. The waves moved around us.

"Which question?"

"Molly and Lewis"

"They are fucking. Like fuck buddies or something."

Michael nodded slowly.

"Why?"

Abi looked at me and I didn't have to tell her, she read it on my eyes and turned to Michael.

"You like her"

"I just said she is pretty, your boyfriend jumped knto conclusions"

Abi smiled.

"That's cute"

I giggled.

"You are cute, Mike"

"Shit up, Danny" Abi said. "Molly is a really open person. She likes to try new stuff, to move around, she never stays on the same place for long. She has had so many hobbies during our life that I lost count. She was almost a professional surfer when hlwe were sixteen. But she grew tired of it and started playing basketball, then skating, scuba diving... She is an adventure herself."

I looked at her kind of confused. Just as Mike.

"What I mean is that she is not one for setting. She is fucking Lewis now but tomorrow she will find something else. Not in a bad way. She is free to do anything she wants and till this day she has done things rights. She won't just dissappear" She said to me. Maybe she thought I was worried for Lewis. "Michael... She is intense. And... I don't know what you want in life. Just think about it before, okay?"

"Before what?" He said.

"You can definitely go and flirt with her. What she has with Lewis is just sex. I promise. But... Be clear of what you want and she won't play with you"

The shared a knowing look.

"What's that?" I asked curious.

"What?"

"That look"

Abi gasped a bit and Michael cleared his throat.

"What?"

"Nothing. Um... Michael and I had a talk. In Colorado"

"A talk?" I frowned and looked at Michael.

Abi moved her fingers over my hair and kissed my cheek.

"You don't have to worry, Danny."

"Well, I am" I said sounding more serious than I wanted to.

"I wanted to be sure she wouldn't hurt you" Michael said looking into my eyes.

I frowned.

"Why did you think she..."

"Daniel, hey" Abi made me look at her. "It's fine. We talked about it. Michael didn't meant it like that."

I looked at Michael.

"It's okay to worry about your friends. It was a very peaceful and civil talk about how we both want the same for you" Abi insisted.

Michael was my best friend. He was like a brother to me.

"Yeah, mate. I want you to be happy" He said.

"Okay..."

"Don't worry, okay?" Abi said on her usual sweet voice.

I looked at her and nodded, then at Michael.

"I think you two are nice together. It's so cute that it's actually disgusting."

I laughed and punched his arm.

"I wanted to punch you, mate"

Abi slapped the back of my head.

"You are the biggest idiot, Dan"

"Yeah well, but I'm not that bad huh? You two don't seemed to bother"

"You parents pay us for spending time with you" Michael said.

Abi laughed out loud.

"Fuck you both"

I splashed water and they gasped.

"My eyes, mate"

"I hate you, Danny!"

"Hey! I wanna play too" Soon Charlotte and Molly were walking to us.

I kidded Abi's shoulder softly and she looked at me.

"I promise everything is fine" She whispered and looked into my eyes.

I nodded and pulled her for a kiss. It was soft and short, bit she was blushing.

"What?"

"My aunt is here!"

"Well?"

"Would you like me to kiss you in front of your parents?"

I bit my lip. That reminded me of something else. Something we needed to talk about and something I was hopping I could ask today.

"I wouldn't mind" I answered and it only made her blush harder.

"I hate you"

I stole another kiss and she giggled. My favorite thing in the world was now make her blush.

"Hey you! Some air between..."

"No, Charlotte. You told me to bring condoms, you don't get to say that!"

I laughed out loud and let Abigail swim to her aunt and best friend. Michael got closer to me.

"I didn't mean to offend you. Or her. I just... I was worried because I saw how much you love her and how you didn't make a move because of her and... I thought that maybe you didn't want the same."

I looked at Michael.

"Next time... Talk to me please, Mike." I said touching his arm. It didn't hurt at all. But if he was worried about me I wanted to know.

"Yeah. I did. You kept saying you would wait. I only wanted to talk to her too."

I nodded.

"She makes me so happy and... She had a tough time with this dude she dated."

Michael looked at her.

"Too bad?"

"Mhm"

"Fuck..."

"Yes"

"Take care of her"

I smiled.

"Really, mate. She is so nice. I'm gonna punch you if you fuck this up"

"I won't, I won't."

"Good, because it's the best you have done."

I looked at Abi, who was posing with Charlotte for a Pic Molly was taking. The three of them looked so happy to be here together.

"I think I want to marry her"

Mike gasped.

"Danny, you have been dating for what? 3 or 4 days"

"I know, I know. Not yet. But I want it"

He chuckled.

"You won't ever change, huh"

"Nop"

"Guys! Come here! We want you on the photos too!" Molly called for us.

Abi POV.

"The food is delicious" Michael said bitting his sandwich.

Charlotte smiled so big.

"Abi helped this morning. But it's my receipt."

"I have been eating those sandwiches since I have teeth" I said.

Daniel chuckled next to me.

"I see why you grew to such a beautiful girl"

"Oh shit, Daniel" I groaned.

He others were laughing and Charlotte was looking with big eyes.

"You know that you don't need to flirt anymore, right?"

"I'm always going to flirt, honey"

"Never lose that, Daniel" Charlotte said.

We both looked at her. Michael and Molly were quietly observing.

"Don't lose the magic. That's how relationships break. People stop trying. They stop fighting."

"Sometimes bad people do horrible things" Daniel said. It only made me lean closer to him.

"Yes. Because they stop caring. They fight for you, they make their biggest efforts to have you. And once they have you? They stop caring. And if you don't care about someone you won't care about hurting them"

I looked down at my hands feeling the tears on my eyes and a lump in my throat.

"You will make me cry, Charlotte" Molly said.

The air felt thick around us, Michael was looking at the sea, Daniel had his eyes lost somewhere, Molly really was on the verge og crying.

"And what do I do? You know I don't have relationships like that" She asked my aunt.

Charlotte smiled.

"Never stop caring about the people you spend your time with. Because it's something precious."

Michael looked at me and I gave him a tiny smile. He nodded a bit.

"Don you have someone, Charlotte?" Daniel asked and my aunt blushed.

"Charlotte?" I asked with a smile on my face. The tension slowly disappeared.

"It's nothing..."

"Nothing?! Look at you!" Molly exclaimed.

I laughed and clapped.

"Charlotte!" I knew her so well, she would speak as soon as I insisted a little bit.

"Her name is Caroline and she is a couple of years older than me"

"OH shit!" I hugged her and kissed her cheek. "I'm so happy, I have been waiting for years!"

I heard the camera clinking and looked at Danny with a big smile. I loved him so much. He threw me a kiss.

"So... Auntie Charlotte has a girlfriend..." He said smiling. I sat next to Charlotte, she was keeping me close and she looked happy when she nodded.

"We met a few weeks ago playing poker at Jordin's house." She said. "We are not officially dating, but we had a few dates"

"So you were pressing me to talk about Danny and you were keeping this to yourself!"

"Oh sweetie, you are weak"

We all laughed.

"Tell us, is she frome here?"

We spent the next hour or so talking about Caroline. Charlotte was so happy and being how she was, she made it so contagious. Then we went to the sea and had a snack later. It was the most perfect day.

Soon Michael got up and went to play volley, Molly following him quickly. I was watching them, Daniel resting with his head on my legs as I played with his soft curls. The sun was close to setting.

It felt surreal. He was here and he was my boyfriend. He had come to buy stuff for today's food with me as my boyfriend. He had come for breakfast as my boyfriend. He had texted godd night as my boyfriend. He was my boyfriend and was sleeping peacefully on me.

I looked at Charlotte and she was sleeping too. It was nice to see her this happy and relaxed, so comfortable around the guys. If she liked them it was because they were nice people. She had the best radar.

I heard a laugh and looked up. Michael and Molly were both laughing as Molly mimicked a move. I felt weird about them. Michael was clearly interested. He hadn't stopped looking at her with a cute smile. But Molly... She wasn't a bad person. But she was messy.

"What are you thinking about?"

I looked down. With sleepy eyes, Daniel was looking at me.

"Those two"

He turned his face and his bread tickling the skin on my thigh.

"Do you think Michael likes her for real?"

"I don't know. He is very objective. He is probably thinking that for the moment it's only physical attraction and that it depends on him if it becomes more or not"

"I don't think you can control that" I said caressing his face. "I couldn't control that"

He smirked and looked at me.

"Yeah, same."

I ran my thumb over his bottom lip and he kissed the pad.

"I need you to keep me updated on Mike, okay?"

He nodded.

"I can talk some sense into Molly."

"And Lewis?"

I bit my lip.

"Do you think he wants something with Molly?"

"Probably not more than what they have now"

"Okay." I looked at Michael, who was trying to teach Molly something. "He will go forward, right?"

"I think so"

"I like him for Molly"

Daniel chuckled.

"They are opposites."

I looked at him and booped his nose.

"So are we"

"You are right in there"

I leaned and kissed his lips.

"Do you wanna go for a walk? There is something a want to talk about"

I felt the blood draining from my face.

"Don't worry, love. It's not bad."

He got up and helped me. Then we started walking away and he threaded his fingers between mine.

"Don't pout. It's not bad, I promise"

I bit down my lip.

"What is it?"

"I haven't told my parents about us"

I got a strange feeling on my chest. What? Why?

He looked at me expecting an answer. But I didn't know what to say or how to feel.

"Okay. I'll speak." He took a deep breath. "You know I will go to Australia on two weeks"

I nodded.

"I know that maybe it's too soon and you are completely free to say no, but..." He stopped for too long and I felt terrified. "I want you to come with me"

I gasped and stopped walking.

"Me?"

"Yes" He smiled a bit and pulled my hand so I was standing closer. "You are my girlfriend, honey"

"But..."

My mind was racing.

Daniel gently cupped my face.

"Abi. You don't have to. Really. You don't have to. I won't get angry."

"Why haven't you told them?" I muttered.

"Because they love you so much and if you come with me I will be like: Surprise! A daughter in law. But if you don't come, which it's completely fine, I will tell them by phone. Right now if you want to"

He wanted to take me there by surprise.

"Honey"

"What?"

"You are overthinking."

"I can't not overthink." I chuckled and looked down at our hands. "Don't you think it is too much for them? Maybe they don't feel comfortable with me in there"

He kissed my forehead.

"Baby. If I thought about doing it, is because I know they will be fine. They always ask for you, the kids can't wait to come back and see Abi because she is awesome. My mum loved you. And dad wants to know more of you"

I bit my lip.

"Will it be too much for you?"

The question left me a bit speechless. For a moment I couldn't react.

"I'm not sure."

"You can think about it."

I let my hand fall on his chest.

"How is it?"

"Home? It's beautiful. It's so much like this. It's winter now and they are a bit colder than here. And we have a farm with plenty of space. I know you want to have your space and your time for yourself and I can promise that there won't be any problem with it. And there are so many things to do."

I bit my lip and looked into his eyes.

"Plus I will get to spend your birthday with you" I whispered and his smile grew.

"Yes"

"I want to go"

Without giving me time to react, he hugged me and lifted me from the sand. I shouted and grabbed into him, laughing hard.

Daniel let me fall to the floor and kissed my lips.

"Get ready for a long ass fly with Mike, Blake and me"

I laughed and kissed him again.

"I think I can manage that"

He kissed my cheeks a thousand times.

"It will be great, I promise. I really want you to go there. And see where I come from."

"Okay, cutie"

"Plus, you can give the kids the toys you got for them"

"Oh yes!"

"They will love to see you there"

"Will they"

"For sure"

Some days later...

"Do you have everything?"

"I don't know, I had a list and I lost it!"

"Phone charger, you underwear bag and lube" Molly said leaving the items on the bed.

I blushed hard.

"Um... Where..."

She chuckled.

"You left the drawer open and the underwear was right there. It was by accident but if you bought it it's because you use it."

I blushed even more.

"Condoms?"

"He has them. He is the one who wears them"

"Honey, you should have con..."

"I have. I have. Molly. I'm not stupid. He is the one carrying them to Australia."

"And if you run out of them?"

"Well, there are shops in Australia." I said laughing.

"Honey! Abi, sweetie. The gift!"

"Oh fuck"

Charlotte came into the room with the package, pretty well hidden inside a bag. It was Danny's birthday gift, one I had done.

I put that on the suitcase too.

"Okay. I think that's all" I said looking down.

Charlotte hugged my side.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yeah. A bit"

"It will be fine. Don't forget to tell them that next time they visit they have to come home to have dinner"

I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Of course"

We heard the doorbell.

"I'm going"

Molly ran to the door while Charlotte helped me close the suit case.

I took a deep breath.

"It will be fine" I said.

She smiled and took my hands.

"It will. You will see. Call whenever you want, don't mind about hours. Be careful with spiders and snakes. And have so much fun with you boy, okay?"

I nodded and hugged her. The door opened and Daniel, dressed on the most comfy sweats and hoodie appeared.

"Oh, group hug"

And he hugged us. We both laughed.

"Hey! I should be invited too!"

She invited herself though. Molly joined the hug too.

"Oh guys, I'm going to miss you so much" She said.

"We are only leaving for two weeks" I said giggling.

When we all pulled back, Charlotte grabbed Daniel by his clothes.

"Okay you little man. Take care of my niece, okay? It's too far away and I can't go and pick her and then kick your ass."

"I promise, she will be treated like a queen" Daniel said. "And I will remind her to bring a magnet"

"Please! She always..."

"Forgets" Daniel completed her sentence, making me giggle.

"Yes! She always does. Give me a hug, Daniel" Charlotte made him hug her, which he gladly did. Molly pinched me and I shook my head. She was an idiot. "Have so much fun, enjoy your home and the kids and don't forget to tell your mum you love her. Spend some time with your dad. And have so much fun on your birthday. Abi has a present for you on the case, from me."

I looked at her surprised. I didn't know about that.

"Thank you Charlotte, but you didn't have to"

"Of course I did" She pinched Danny's cheek and looked at me. "And you honey, behave at the Ricciardo's, okay?"

I giggled and hugged her.

"I'm not five"

"Have so much fun, honey"

"Thank you, Charlotte."

Charlotte came with us downstairs where Michael and Blake waited with the car. Molly was taking us to the airport on Michael's car which was the bigger one.

My aunt gave me a final hug before saying goodbye to the guys.

"Have fun in Australia!"

Okay, this is really important. What do we think about Michael and Molly? I'm thinking of writing a 1 part spin-off about them.

Also, what do we want Charlotte to give Daniel for his birthday? Think about how Abi doesn't know what it is.

Next part: Australia.

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[winter-fox-queen]

Snagged the awesome Frankie pics for the above from the awesome @fuckyeahfranciscomorales / @beccaplaying

Hello!

OK. I have two more chapters of this story ready to go. This one is from Frankie’s POV. When last we left our heroes, Frankie found a post card in his mail that ruined the warm fuzzy date night the two of you were having. And now he’s doing the man thing where he retreats for your own good.

Next chapter has SMUT. I am nervous.

Warnings: The “I” character is a female, otherwise a blank slate. I hope it works as well as a self insert, if that’s something you enjoy reading. There is cursing. Angst.

Previous chapters are on my Masterlist, because it has be a while.

Chapter 4: Sadness and Regret

Frankie slouched in the cockpit of the old chopper. She’d been declaired grounded for good a few months ago, good for nothing but parts, but no one had the heart to start dismantling her. It should have been a safe space — the inside of any bird used to be — but he just felt an ache in the base of his heart, a wrongness, an itchiness.

He looked at the post card sitting propped on the control panel. It wasn’t a post card so much as a picture of two girls — Tom’s daughters — with a stamp stuck on it.

The back said, Don’t forget. It is all your fault.

He took pictures of front and back with his phone, opened the group chat, and posted.

Frankie: Look what I got in the mail. Anyone else hear from Molly?

He waited for a response, and he thought of you.

The way you’d laughed. Complimented everything. He’d felt genuinely happy, proud. Worthy.

And the way you’d responded to his touch. The way you stroked him, kissed him. The way you’d looked at him when he’d asked you if you wanted him. The sheer longing and desire had ripped right into his heart.

When he’d kissed your forehead, he’s thought, I could love you. I could fall so hard for you.

He’d thought, I could be so happy.

He’d give a good chunk of his soul to go back in time, put off getting the damned mail. Gone to bed with a grin on his face, dreaming about the next time he’d see you.

The post card was a reminder, alright. A reminder that he didn’t deserve to be happy. You wrote about violence, yes, but your good guys were always pure. You were naive. No one who ever held a gun was pure. He could practically see the blood tattooed on his hands. He could see the man in the kitchen, tied up, helpless, knowing the grim reaper was in the room and he wore Frankie’s face.

The phone pinged, startling him. He fumbled it open.

You. It was you. He closed his eyes. It almost hurt to read the words. Just checking on you. I think you got bad news in the mail? Are you ok?

Aw, sweetheart. He thought. He decided not to reply. Maybe you’d give up.

Will saved him from staring at your text, thinking if he should say something, anyway. Just a I’m ok?

Will: Fuck, Fish. You don’t really think Molly sent that?

Fish: Who else?

Pope: I went to check my mail after I got this. Check it out.

The picture took forever to load. It was a post card — a real one, this time. Of the Andes. The other side read “I will publish your names and addresses in every newspaper I can find, unless you tell me the truth.”

Will: Fuck. Why? What does she think she knows?

Benny: Guys.

And then the dancing dots indicating he was saying something else. Frankie held his breath. The dots stayed there a long time.

Benny: I went to see her. I didn’t tell her much, I swear. Just told her that we did a recce and things went wrong.

Fish: Benjamin, what the ever loving fuck did you do that for?

Benny: Fuck off, Fish, she deserved to know something.

Pope: I’ll go see her. I don’t like this.

Frankie hopped out of the chopper and shoved the picture, folded, into his back pocket. He took off his cap and ran his free hand through his hair. This is a nightmare. This is a fucking nightmare. He didn’t want to face her. He didn’t want to look at her daughters.

The phone binged again.

It was just Pope, not in the group chat.

Pope: Comin with?

Fish: Yeah. I’ll come pick you up.

****

The Davis house was munch as he remembered it…a decent, two story house with a large front yard, but it had put on a cloak of desolation all the same. Tom’s truck was parked to one side, the tires slowly sinking into the ground. The yard needed a mow. The windows looked dirty. Frankie shut off the engine, looked at Pope. Pope looked at him shook his head.

Frankie sighed. “Abandona la esperanza a todas las que entres aquí?”

Pope snorted. Abandon hope all ye who enter, indeed.

They got out of the truck. The daughters would be at school. Molly should be home.

The door bell was a cheerful, bright set of bells that seemed at odd with the rest of the house.

Molly opened the door. She looked well kept, but there was a thinness to her face, a coldness in her eyes. “So, I had to threaten you to get you to come here.”

“How did you know about Lorea?”

“¿Qué diablos, Pope?” Frankie asked. “Real subtle. Molly, can we come in and talk?”

“Sure. Why the hell not?” She held out an arm as if welcoming them in. They followed her into the family room.

“So, are we going to let Frank here try to do polite small talk, or do you want to tell me what I want to know, Pope? What I fucking deserve to know?” Molly sat in an armchair, sitting straight, hands tight on the arms.

“He has a point about Lorea.” Frankie said, a little stung and annoyed, “Where did you hear that name? And do you know how dangerous that name is?”

“Benny let it slip when he came here to try and be nice. Google did the rest. I used to be a good researcher. Once.”

“If you publish our names, he’s likely to come after you, too.” Frankie said. He’s sat on the couch opposite, leaning forward. He was pissed at Molly…he was. But he also liked her. He felt a weight of guilt whenever he saw her that was almost smothering, yes, but he also had a lot of good memories.

“It’s worth it. I want to know exactly what happened. And none of this bullshit about a recon gone wrong. Nothing makes sense. Tom’s death doesn’t make any fucking sense.”

“So now you don’t care about your daughters?” Pope was leaning against the fake fireplace mantle, arms crossed.

“So what’s this? Good cop bad cop? I thought you’d be pouring that famous Santiago charm on me right now.”

“Molly…”. Frankie held out a hand.

“Tell me the fucking truth, Frankie.”

“We went on a recon mission.” Pope said. “We went after a drug dealer who was destroying the people of his country, and we had the chance to take him out. So we did. Unfortunately, Lorea’s men came after us. They shot Tom.”

“And the rest of you returned without a scratch?”

“Iron…Will got shot, but we were able to stitch him up.” Frankie said, quietly. “Tom had a good plan to get us out…that’s why we survived.”

She looked at her hands. Slipped them off the arm rest and into her lap. “And the money that oh so magically showed up in my account?”

“We recov…”. Pope started, stopped, then said, “We found it and stole it. We were all going to split it even, but with what happened to Tom…”

“That doesn’t make it better.” She said.

“No.” Frankie said. “But it was all we could do.”

She nodded. “It’s a shame, about that house, Frankie. The one your grandmother left you.”

“What? I don’t…”

“Because you’re going to have to move, because I bet there are people who would love to get their hands on the gringos who killed Lorea.” She laughed. “Maybe the government will deal with you…who knows? Illegal op, right?”

Pope’s laugh was incredulous. “Why does that do? Do you really think they’ll sent a hit team up from South America to take us out?”

“Frank thinks they will. I hope you never play poker Morales.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand…”. Frankie was in shock. Because his fear wasn’t at all that someone would want revenge. No.

“Fuck you, Morales…Santiago. And tell the Millers to go to hell, too. You took my husband away from me.”

“OK, OK, punish me. But not Frankie…not the others.” Pope raised his hands. “The whole thing was my idea. They went along just like Tom did.”

“But they survived. Now get out of my house.”

Back in the truck, where they started.

Pope gestured to the house. “It’s an empty threat. No one fucking cares what we did. No evidence, no proof…”

“They won’t care about proof. Not that I think they will care about Lorea.” Frankie said softly.

“Then what?” But Pope knew. He knew.

“They’re gonna want that money. And we can’t give it to them.”

Pope swallowed. “I’ll tell the Millers. We gotta come up with a plan.”

#frankie morales #pedro pascal #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales fanfic #my fic

[spoiler1001]

I hope I haven't missed the prompt giving. Prompt/idea: Molly was never gone from the M9. They were always with them, watching over, touching their lives in little ways. A card pushed for Jester in a reading. Whispered encouragement for Yasha. A book found with the perfect information for Beau. Inspiration for the perfect trick for Nott/Veth. A candle glowing brighter for Caleb. Just a little something to say "I'm here". Maybe they are still, waiting for the chance to help the M9 save themself.

Molly felt cold. The pain was gone. All that was left was cold and numbness. The glaive had hurt, it even killed him. 

Dying felt… off. He was Molly. He had lived. He had… but he didn’t leave. He could watch them. He saw them. 

Caleb was gentle with Molly’s body. Molly was surprised. Caleb was polite and formal, but Molly could see the anger and violence under the wizard’s skin. Molly always saw Caleb. He wanted to help Caleb and now-

“Shine bright, circus man.” Caleb had whispered. His voice was soft, pained. He brushed the hair out of Molly’s face. Molly could barely feel it in his spiritual form, but the sentimentality behind the gesture was felt through the realms. 

Ravens flew all around Molly but didn’t seem to get close to him. They were just watching him. Like he was watching his group. Molly felt fear build in his soul. He didn’t want to go. He wanted his friends. 

----

Molly saw Caleb burn Lorenzo. Caleb looked cold, distant. 

“You shouldn’t have killed my cat.” Caleb’s voice was flat. Caleb seemed angry. Truly angry. If Molly had been alive, it would have been scary. Not that Molly minded ‘scary’. His first love was Yasha. Oh. no. no. no. Yasha shouldn’t see his grave. 

They went back to the grave. Caleb was shaking, barely able to pull himself together. Molly frowned and tried to grab someone, to hold onto anyone, but it was useless. It caused a cool breeze to flutter through all of their hair. 

Yasha’s scream shook Mollymauk, causing his form to flutter for a moment. Mollymauk watched Yasha run away, tears in her eyes. 

Molly barely had time to register that he could see her wings in the zone that he currently resided in. Yasha was gone before Molly could say anything. Molly turned to see Jester placing a card on the grave. The moon card. Mollymauk looked up to see the Moonweaver, smiling down at him. Molly felt conflicted at the sight. It was nice that He could see the god he prayed to. He would rather be with the group. He had to let them know that he was there. He was with them.

----

Molly watched Yasha be overtaken. He couldn’t do anything about it. Yasha was gone and things were bad. So bad. Her wings flickered from the plane and her soul disconnected from her body. Yasha was still alive but he could see her become completely overwhelmed with magic that wasn’t hers. 

Molly screamed but nothing was audible. Molly growled and cursed in infernal but the rest of the group didn’t hear him. 

Caleb did take a deep breath and whispered a prayer to the moonweaver. Hoping that Mollymauk would forgive them. A tear ran down his cheek. 

“Your firefly thinks much of you.” The Moonweaver smiled at Mollymauk. 

“Caleb- you didn’t do this.” Molly was kneeling next to Caleb, the two of them staring the door down. Molly barely noticed that The Moonweaver spoke to him.

If she was another god, she would have been offended. As it stood, this kind of attachment was something she watched over. This was a prayer to her, not just with Caleb’s words, but also with the way that Molly had to fight to not reach for Caleb. 

“Mollymauk.” The Moonweaver tried again. Molly finally looked up. “Your wizard has the loyalty that echos that of love.” 

Molly had no idea what to do with that information. The Moonweaver continued.

“You are connected in ways that only fate will tell.” The Moonweaver smiled. 

“But Yasha.” Molly whispered. 

“She will be returned to you.” The moonweaver promised.

----

Caleb slept alone one night and Molly was laying down on the bed. He was alone, and Caleb was curled over a desk, with a candle next to him burning bright. Yasha had been brought back to the group, safe and happy. They were resting in the Xhorhous. Everything worked out for the moment. 

“I miss you, darling.” Molly confessed. The only response was that the candle burned brighter. That wouldn’t do. The wax was starting to leak onto the table. Molly’s tail lashed out, extinguishing the flame and cooling the wax. Caleb was still sleeping, snoring a little bit. 

The moon shone through the window, showing a shine on Caleb’s soul, sparkling right under his wrist. 

Molly looked over, and it was in the shape of a firefly, blinking. Of course, Molly knew it wasn’t on his skin, but much like Yasha’s wings, the essence of his being. 

----

Molly hated Lucien. He hated the smug attitude, the fact that he marked Beau and Caleb. This was just as bad as Trent. Lucien was using Molly’s face to do it two, that was not going to fly. 

But it almost did. Lucien got one good hit in. Lucien’s sword stabbed Caleb where Mollymauk had been stabbed. The sword bending to go around his eye. 

“No!” Molly roared and Lucien stumbled, reacting to the sudden noise. Oh. Ok. Nine eyes can see Molly. Molly hissed and leaned over Caleb’s form. 

“We’ll that other part of me seems to have latched onto you.” Lucien sneered. Caleb laughed. Molly looked down and Caleb’s eyes were focused on Molly for the first time in months. “Well that doesn’t matter, this wizard is mine.” 

“No,” Molly growled. 

Caleb lifted his hand and a spell was sent through the air. 

For a second, nothing happened. Then the body sucked into itself. Molly blinked and looked down to see Caleb staring at Molly. 

“Hello, My friend,” Caleb whispered. The clerics ran to Caleb side, casting healing spell after healing spell. Caleb was no longer looking at Molly. Instead, he grabbed his stone. 

“I can bring Molly back.”

----

Caleb Widogast is a man of many talents, Molly decided. Apparently one of them was commanding reality to bend to his will. Molly laid in a warm bed, Caleb holding onto Molly. Molly himself had a new tattoo. A firefly on his wrist. Matching Caleb oh so wonderfully. 

“Molly, why did you stay?” Caleb whispered, seeming to ask multiple questions at once. 

“Because I love you and the others. This is my family.” 

#caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #widomauk #tw death #tw stabbing #Caleb is a firefly #prompts #prompt

[chaos-burst]

For the kiss prompt #42 or 33 with Caleb/Molly please <3

33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

[kinda referencing this]

Molly is surprisingly fine with waiting considering the fact that he died twice and tries to live as much in the moment as possible because he might just die again tomorrow. At least when it comes to waiting for this particular disaster of a wizard with his sad, blue eyes.

When Molly told Caleb that he would be here whenever Caleb felt ready he meant it.True, it had been a stressful situation with him saving Caleb from a Fireball and nearly dying himself. And he hadn’t anticipated that Caleb would confront him about the month-long flirting...

It’s weird, being so upfront about feelings. That’s usually not Molly’s style, but then again, he might have learned a trick or two after dying two times. And if he’s willing to die for his friends, Molly thinks, he supposes he can talk about his feelings once in a while.

Maybe every few months.

And who knows, maybe that time is coming around again, because between that last talk about how Molly will wait until Caleb is ready and the present moment a few months have passed.

Molly still flirts with Caleb. He saved Caleb’s life two more times--and got punched hard by Beau for that at least seven times. And Caleb seems almost impatient now. Molly isn’t sure if he interprets that correctly, but he could swear that Frumpkin is sitting on his lap more often, that Caleb looks at Molly’s lips whenever he thinks Molly isn’t looking, that he almost waits for Molly to hug him too after he hugs Yasha and Jester and Fjord and--

But well. Molly said he would wait and so he waits.

He thinks about kissing Caleb, of course. He thinks about a variety of other things he would like to do to Caleb, but Molly is very aware that all these thoughts will remain fantasies for a long time.

Or so he thought.

The whole day Molly had the impression of Caleb being on edge. Maybe that has to do with the fact that the group set off to visit a bath house and Molly decided to do a very non-private handstand under water, thus allowing everyone a very clear look at his dick.

Or maybe it comes from the fact that Molly has felt extra cuddly the whole day, lounging on Fjord’s, Jester’s and Yasha’s laps simultaneously after they had lunch. Or maybe it was because Molly actually hugged Caleb for what was probably the first time after clinging onto him as a Tiefling, fire resistant shield.

Molly doesn’t really know.

What he does know is that suddenly Beau announces that she will go to sleep and without really noticing before, Molly realizes that he and Caleb are the last ones up.

Caleb is reading a book, but Molly could swear that his blue eyes aren’t actually moving as he says “Gute Nacht” out of the corner of his mouth when Beau leaves.

Molly regards Caleb, the book in hand, Frumpkin curled up on his lap, a long cold cup of tea on the table in front of him. Really, Caleb is not really Molly’s type. Maybe that’s why he fell in love head over heels for the very first time. Life is always good for a surprise and who knows, maybe Sehanine is laughing her blue ass off about the fact that loud, ostentatious, glittering, boisterous Mollymauk has fallen in love with a shy, traumatized introvert who would love nothing more than to read all day.

Well. Molly is glad she’s having a good big laugh out of him.

He stretches and gets up from his chair, flicking his tarot cards in his hand while walking over to Caleb. He grabs Caleb’s tea cup with his free hand and holds it for a minute until the tea starts steaming again.

And yes, Caleb’s eyes are definitely not moving along the lines on the page he’s supposedly reading.

Molly puts the now hot again tea on the table.

“Good night, Mr Caleb.”

Molly could swear that Caleb is getting redder in the face. He sees how Caleb stares at the freshly steaming tea for a second before he gingerly closes the book, puts it down on the table and gently lifts Frumpkin off his lap.

Molly cocks his head as Caleb stands up and looks at him with cheeks that bare a strong resemblance to the color of Molly’s eye tattoos.

“Danke”, Caleb says quietly. So quietly that Molly can barely hear him.

“No problem, darling, I--”

Mollymauk Tealeaf is rarely surprised. Or better yet shocked. Usually he is the one who does the shocking and the surprising and he likes it that way. But Caleb grabs onto his shoulders and suddenly they’re pressed very close together and Molly needs a few seconds to realize that Caleb is kissing him.

Molly can feel his chipped lips on his mouth, the stubble of his beard against his skin, Caleb’s body heat very close to his. There is an awkward pause in which Molly forgets that he’s been waiting for a kiss from Caleb for over a year now.

But then Caleb seems to lose his nerve and pulls back and Molly definitely cannot have that. He wraps his arms around Caleb and walks him three steps back until Caleb’s back is pushed against the wall and for just a moment Molly looks up into those bright, blue eyes while listening to his own heart doing a whole dance routine in his chest.

And then he kisses back.

Caleb makes a startled and very much aroused sound in the back of his throat as Molly cups his face with one hand and buries the other in Caleb’s long, red hair. Molly would say that he can totally tell that Caleb hasn’t kissed anyone in what might be an eternity, but the truth is that Molly, too, hasn’t kissed anyone since he fell in love with this disaster wizard.

So their kiss is probably clumsy and Molly thinks he might be a little too eager, but fuck. It’s so good. Caleb’s hands come to rest on Molly’s back as if he’s unsure of where to put them, but Molly has more trouble deciding where to put his hands next while he softly sucks on Caleb’s bottom lip and gets another, lovely sound out of him for that.

“Does that mean the waiting is over?”, Molly mumbles against Caleb’s lips. There is a small snort that makes Molly laugh as he presses his forehead against Caleb’s and waits for the answer with a racing heart and butterflies in his stomach.

“Ja. Ja, I think--I think we have waited quite enough.”

#widomauk #critical role #critfic #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #team second chances #fanfiction #caleb #mollymauk #screeching into the void #text #ask #anon #Anonymous

[strangemagicked]

Anon said: what are your favorite fun facts about each of your ocs?

I don’t think you understand how LONG of an answer this is gonna be but ,,,, 

o k a y 

Note: I have 53 Ocs attached to this blog SO this is going under a readmore lmao (yes this took me three days to answer, shhhhh)

Also, these aren’t all my ‘favorite’ fun facts; they’re just ....normal fun facts because wow i  dont have favorites lmao

Alice ( Alice in Wonderland )

She drinks at least two cups of tea day.

Akemi ( Big Hero 6 )

No matter how good she is at computers, she still messes up long division  

Alyssa ( Seuss )

She cuts her own hair, but never more than a trim.

Amber ( Trolls )

She has a scar on her feet from a bee sting.

Annella ( J&tcch )

She’s made her own glasses for her to wear in her cat form.

April ( Mia & Me )

Her main pet snake is named Sup

Ares ( Harry Potter )

She has a pencil on her no matter what her outfit or anything 

Arlo ( Dt17 )

Has a scar on his left hand on his thumb’s knuckle. Doesn’t know how he got it.

Ash ( Dt17 )

Ash stole one of donald’s shirts and made it into a pillow case

Aspen ( Otgw )

Her outfit in the unknown does not match her outfit outside of it. No I will not explain further.

Aura ( Atla )

Always wears her hair up; but it goes almost to her knees when it is down.

Aurore ( Dt17 )

She normally wears chunky heels.

Ava ( Supernatural )

She has a card that says she is legally allowed to have her crossbow on her at all times. She keeps it in her shoe that way she always has it.

Bai ( Raya )

He has a necklace with Sisu on it; they’re more common than I think raya realized

Beck (Phineas and Ferb)

Has a butterfly clip she keeps in her pocket

Bianca ( Frozen )

She has a higher tolerance for the cold due to being frozen for so long

Bo ( Jwcc )

His spirit guide is a Compy; hence why Arrow took such a liking to him

Crevan ( Hunger Games )

Has a southern accent in modern verses, but lacks an accent in her default verse

Caelan ( Ever After High )

Has a small birthmark that sorta looks like an arrow if you squint.

Candy Hearts ( Mlp )

Is part deer and part pony. She tried to find her birth parents to no avail 

Caramel Cosmos ( Mlp )

Instead of snapping to use her chaos powers, she taps her hoof

Caroline ( Strange Magic )

Her wings let off a gentle pink glitter. It’s similar to love potion in looks.

Cheshire ( Fandomless )

They have many tattoos; including all four suits somewhere on their body

Clarke Navada ( Arthur Christmas )

She replaces the mistletoe on her shirt every three days to keep it fresh

Constance ( Poto )

If ya can’t tell, her and Christine look a lot alike. However, they do not act the same at all, except for their passion and drive

Cyra ( Animaniacs )

Is she just a recolor of yakko? Maybe. But she was never meant to be. Her animator was just really tired of designing and under a lot of pressure by that point

Derek ( Fandomless )

His fiancé died and he blames himself :) Also he has a flask with their name on it

Elliot ( Animaniacs )

Really wants to fly. Has a slight fear of heights. 

Eros ( Descendents)

They do have some wonderland magic to them, but their charm and ability to get people to do stuff for them is just their natural ability. It’s not magic.

Felix ( Camp Camp )

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. Yes, even in his PJs

Gabby ( Treasure Planet )

Has an older brother & a younger sister. Neither of which realize that she is such a major criminal. 

Gisel (  Ladybug  )

Has a habit of omitting the truth in order to not lie. She will allow people to draw what should be obvious conclusions from what she says, although the obvious conclusion is never the right conclusion

Hatter ( Fandomless )

Tends to speak in riddles, but honestly, no one knows why. Not even he knows why he does.

Jacklyn ( Tim Burton/horror )

You can see her lungs through her ribs! Because while her skin and muscle has begun to dissipate, her organs have not! 

Jordan ( Supernatural )

Always has a cloth tucked into her jeans pocket to use incase she needs it

Katie ( Penn Zero )

Does not have a tail like her father, but does have red eyes like him! 

Killian Jr ( Tangled )

The streak of teal in his hair is natural, and he has his father’s freckles too

Kit ( Animaniacs )

Subtitles appear when they speak in a different language than English. ( Even then, sometimes subtitles will appear for that too)

Lore ( Seuss )

She sewed all of her own clothes ! 

Mica ( Steven Universe )

Has no scars or birthmarks! 

Morty ( Rick and Morty Inspired )

Carries a full eyeshadow palette in his backpack

Nobody ( Seuss )

Anything relating to JoJo is my favorite. but also since i doubt anyone is reading this far; Nobody’s birthname was Mollie Noel Joy. Nobody doesn't know this.

Nia ( Supernatural )

She still has her wings, and her grace. Although, she never uses her angelic powers.

Petal ( Httyd )

Her full name is Petronilla ! 

Rita ( Gravity Falls )

like her father, she keeps a journal. However, hers is less scientific and more personal.

Sahar ( Fandomless )

The first ghost she communicated with was when she was three! 

Seine ( Animal Crossing/nitw, Horror )

Keeps the door to their basement locked with two padlocks

Skyler ( Horror )

Keeps three backup chargers on them

Sunny ( Rotg )

She has a faint glow to her that will change tint from red to yellow to orange depending on her feelings

Tj ( Camp Camp )

It’s real candy in their hair that they glued in with a hot glue gun

Valerie ( Dt17 )

Doesn’t know that donald has that thing with his voice until season 2

Walker ( Horror )

His eyes are yellow, and they reflect like cat’s

Wild Princess ( Adventure Time )

If she were to ever be completely rid of the crown, she’d die from radiation poisoning 

Willow (trolls)

Lost her sight in her one eye during the escape from the troll tree

Xia (White Snake)

She smokes human essence not actual smoke 

#HEY I'M HOME? || MAX ANSWERS; #tw long post

[sockablock]

“Alright, alright, what’s this surprise that’s got you so excited?”

“Sit down, sit down first!” Jester waved her hands. “Get comfy, and then I’ll show you! Come on!”

Beau kicked some stray lint off of the carpet and joined Jester, cross-legged, on the ground.

She also couldn’t help but give a soft, little smile as she watched Jester rifle through the very-pink haversack.

“So...do I need to brace myself?” she asked. “’Cause morning sparring also got pretty intense with Fjord, but it’s not like I’m tired or anything, I—oh, gods no—”

“Aw, come on, Beau! It’ll be fun!” Jester shoved the tarot deck right under her nose. “Please? I promise it’ll be fun, just give me a chance!”

She pleaded with such an earnest, hopeful tone, that Beau could only sigh.

She leaned back, rubbed her eyes.

“One round, Jester. Just one.”

“Yes!” She squealed, and shifted around. “Oh, you won’t regret this—”

“I’d better not—”

Beau watched her clumsily shuffle the deck. Better than most would’ve done, she’d admit, and the amateurish theatrics of her set-up was...well, charming.

She felt herself relax. This was Jester, of course it’ll be fun. Beside, bullshit fortune-telling never actually meant anything, right?

Right.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Does this mean you found a guidebook, then?” On the other side of the carpet, Jester set the cards down. “Or did some evil hag tell you how these worked?”

“Neither, actually!” Jester beamed. “I just stared at each card really hard, until I understood what it meant. You know, to me.”

She nodded along, though mostly in self-defense. “Oh, so this is...sort of your own brand of tarot.”

“Exactly,” she agreed, then gave Beau a wink. “And you’re going to be my first test subject! Ready?”

“I don’t think they’re called test subjects, Jes—”

She waved a hand. “What-ever it is. Now come on, let’s go!”

Beau crossed her arms, and Jester flipped the first card.

They both leaned over it. They both squinted.

“Judgement,” Beau read. “Is...is that good?”

“Oh, it’s great!” Jester declared. “It means that you’re going to be led to victory. You know, it’s been judged by the gods and stuff that it’s true.”

Beau considered the card for a moment. It depicted an angel, leaning out from the heavens, blowing a horn to the naked masses.

She looked back at Jester. “You’re...sure about this?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Jester beamed. “This is a super-good reading, so far. You’re a really lucky person, you know.”

“Yeah, uh...sure. Hey, the card is facing me, is that...does that mean it’s upside-down? Isn’t that something?”

Jester waved a hand. “I don’t think so. And besides, it’s your fortune, so that would mean it’s right, right?”

Beau couldn’t really argue with this logic. “That...I guess...”

Then her eyebrow twitched; inwardly, she frowned—what did it matter? Why would she care?

“Absolutely,” she said decisively, and leaned back. “Of course you’re right, Jes. C’mon, now, flip the next card. So I can get this crazy stuff over with.”

Jester rolled her eyes, playfully smiling, “There’s still one more after this, Beau—oh! Oh, wow, it’s the Empress!”

“The...Empress?”

The next card, this time facing Jester, depicted a woman in regal, imperial clothing, a regal crown perched on her head, holding a scepter as she sat upon a throne. Sunflowers bloomed all around her feet, framed by some other pink flower that Beau didn’t know.

The woman’s face, though small, was intricately hand-painted. It was odd; she was smiling, but also, sort of longing—

“This one means you’re super-powerful,” Jester said. “But we already knew that, right?”

Beau blinked. “Wait, what? It...means what?”

“Powerful!” Jester repeated. “And also desirable. Like all kinds of people around the world flock towards you. Probably ‘cause you’re so cool,” she added.

Beau did not immediately rise to agree. “That...uh, how do you figure that?” she asked.

Jester tapped the card. “Obviously,” she said, “obviously it’s because of how cool this lady looks. She’s got a crown, and nature-powers, and everything. Actually, oh, maybe it’s based off the Wildmother, I should ask Cad—”

“Nature powers?”

“The flowers, silly!” Jester motioned to look closer. “See, she’s grown these all with her magic, and now she’s the queen of all the forests. And obviously, a person so cool and powerful like that would be wanted by everyone else, right?”

Beau stared into the woman’s smile. Distantly, she could remember...a different interpretation, but...

She quickly shook her head. Maybe it was the mood, maybe all their talk recently about mystical shit and destiny. Whatever Jester said, why would she argue?

Besides, this was Jester. She’d never want to argue with Jester.

Instead, she tried for a half-joking grin. “Sort of like your mom,” she said, “right? A super-awesome lady that everyone loves.”

Jester giggled. “Exactly like that. Now! The next card—”

She flipped it over. Beau made herself sit still for just too long before slowly deigning to gaze upon its surface.

The Eye. A stylized symbol glowing on the forehead of a young, white-robed woman, sitting cross-legged in the middle of a small crowd.

“Oh,” said Jester, and she sounded...almost deflated.

Beau tore her gaze away from the card. “What?” she asked. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Jester glumly prodded the card. “This one’s boring. We already knew this one, so I didn’t get to make up a new meaning.”

Beau raised a brow. “Well come on now, that’s not all true. It’s not boring, it’s my favorite card in the deck. It’s the one that I got a tattoo of, remember?”

Jester glanced up. “That...that is true. And it’s pretty cool-looking.”

“That’s why I like it,” Beau grinned back at her. And, though a part of her withered as it happened, she gave Jester a thumbs-up for emphasis.

Another part of her was so relieved to see Jes smile that it didn’t even care about how cheesy she was being.

The third part just adored that grin. The other two parts quickly tried to stamp it down.

“Why don’t you remind me what it means?” Beau said gently. “To, ah...to you, not anyone else?’

Jester rubbed her chin, examined the card.

“Hmm....” she said, “....hmm. Well, I think maybe it means you have knowledge. But secret knowledge, that only you have, like you’re keeping it from everyone else.”

“—oh. Is, that, uh, so—”  

“But, I dunno,” Jester looked up, gave a shrug. “I liked Molly’s interpretation more. That you’ve found what you’re looking for, you just don’t know it.”

Beau stared at Jester. Sitting as they were on the carpet, by the bed, together in a small pool of afternoon sun, the silver charms shone like dew in Jester’s hair.

I know it, she tried not to think to herself. I’ve found it, but I know it. Gods, I know it all too well.

“Jester, I—”

“—or maybe, it’s something about stories. Sure, the lady has that glowing eyeball, but it also sort of looks like she’s telling a story. Maybe it’s a sign that exciting things are coming? Or...hmm, but what if it’s about the audience? Maybe you’re going to meet a really good bard!”

She glanced up. “Oh, sorry. Did you say something?”

Beau sat back. She crossed her arms.

“Nah,” she gave Jester a small smile. “No, but, uh, it’s been nice. To hear you tell my fortune. You know, for some reason, it’s way more bearable when it’s you.”

Jester beamed. Her freckles did a little skip along her dimples.

“Awww, thanks, Beau. I’m glad you had fun! And thanks for letting me experiment with you!”

She scooped the cards up, stuck them back into the deck, jumped to her feet and gave Beau a nod.

“I’m going to go try these on Nott now! Want to come? Or are you already sick of tarot?”

Beau watched her bounce with excitement.

She chuckled.

“Alright, alright. If it’s you doing it, Jes, I can manage another round.”

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[c-is-for-circinate]

Goddddddddd okay, aside from the LAST FIVE MINUTES OF THAT EPISODE WTF, some thoughts about episode 84:

I feel like I’m really proud of Caleb’s self-advocacy tonight.  He did so many things for his own comfort and safety!  He went off to get fish and chips with the boys instead of hanging around to spectate tattoo time.  He refused to go see Oremid Haas (not the real spelling).  And what’s more, he didn’t just make decisions and do things, he managed to put words on them, and stand up for himself.  He had a bunch of feelings and discussed them with Fjord and Caduceus.  He had reasons for not wanting to go see Haas, and it’s some mix of trauma-fear and justified caution, and nobody, least of all Caleb himself, could say exactly what the mix is, but he laid out the logic and he held his ground when the group pushed.  There were no arguments, just good feeling words and solid self-advocacy all around and I’m proud of him.

Did anybody else notice that, of the entire group, NOTT was the one who suggested sleeping on the Ball Eater?  I was fascinated.  Her family is right there in Nicodranas!  She hates boats!!!  But there she was, and then Jester brought it out into conversation five minutes later--sometimes showing up just to immediately leave again is even harder than just staying away.  Nott died in the Happy Fun Ball and then revived thirty seconds later and then tried to get the secrets of transformation out of an ancient archmage from the Age of Arcanum and then found out the Chained Oblivion is trying to break free and devour the world and then got a whole bunch of face tattoos, and all that’s just in the past twelve hours.  So she’s going to sleep on this boat that is, at least, above the water rather than in it, and not try and explain literally any of that to her husband, to her son, to anybody who wasn’t there for it already.

I already had a bunch of Beau feels about the Molly tattoo, but I also want to add that the all-seeing eye is Beau’s tattoo for wisdom, and that feels like emotions, too.  Beau’s wisdom has always been high!  It’s higher than her intelligence, or at least it was until the tiara.  But Beau’s wisdom has always come out as world-weary cynicism and gruff perceptiveness rather than any sort of natural people skills--her ability to use that wisdom as insight, and read other people, and do things about it, has been increasing a few slivers at a time ever since all the way back at the beginning when she ticked off Molly at the start.  And wisdom was Molly’s second-highest stat, too, just as high as Beau’s, and it’s half of what they always argued about, isn’t it, what they saw in other people, what they saw of themselves in each other. And really this tattoo just feels like so many threads coming together: the eye that means Molly to Beau (the eye Molly had tattooed on his own back to cover up the mysterious red eyes he got from Lucien, and we don’t even know what it meant to him, not really, and we might find out on Talks when the game ends but Beau at least never will), the all-seeing eye for the brand new Expositor who serves the All-Knowing Mistress.  Beau already has the intelligence boost from the tiara, if she keeps it on, unless she gives it to Nott, but the thing she wants more of is wisdom.  In meta terms she wants to raise her save dc for stunning strike, but in game terms, with all the paths and possibilities in front of them, it feels like wisdom’s the thing Beau’s been craving all along, trying to derive out of Molly’s memory, the thing she always shunned tarot cards for and ironically is finding in them now (except she picked the card herself, didn’t leave it to fate, so there): the wisdom to pick the right path, to choose the right thing to do, to figure out what’s next.

On an entirely unrelated Beau note, Beau being in love with Jester is now actual canon, right?  (As though it weren’t before, but like....)

There’s probably a lot more to be said but it’s late and I’m tired and I got myself very distracted thinking about Beau and the importance she places on Molly’s memory all over again, so.  Bed now, I think, but this was a good episode and perhaps more will come of it as we go.

#critical role #cr spoilers #episode 84 #driveby meta attack