#what a baby tealeaf

[mini-minish]

jesties day out ✨🌂🧁

#jester lavorre #essek thelyss #critical role #dood #critical role fanart #the mighty nein #cr2 #m9 #caleb widogast #fjord stone #veth brenatto #caduceus clay #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #kingsley tealeaf #shadowgast #mentioned #baby's first anime beach episode dw he has the most powerful sunscreen imaginable #nicodranas girls we're unforgettable #honestly bg is pretty ass. but its what my current skill level allows me to do #hope to get better in the future... #jesties #the drink is non-alcoholic im a firm believer of jester enjoying colorful oversweet mocktails

[letomills]

A set of 23 geneticized & townified skins, including defaults for S1-S2-S3-S4 and the alien skin (choose between 2 alien options). Also, multiple sets of showerproof versions of these 23 skins, for those of you who are interested in custom body shapes.

This set is an evolution of this skin palette & its accompanying showerproof versions. I reused the old files, meaning that you can switch from the old palette to the new very easily (don't try to combine them though - see details under the cut).

Credit for the original skin textures goes to @whysim, @h0nkytonkangels, Nat / @theboldandthebeautifulsims, @pooklet and Tea Leaf, thank you so much to them!

First, let's talk about the regular set for Maxis shapes, then we'll get to the showerproof sets for custom body shapes.

1. The regular set

The palette contains 22 natural shades including S1, S2, S3 & S4 defaults + 2 options for the alien default (choose one). Skins 1-22 are geneticized and townified, the alien skins are townified. If you don't want all 23 skins, you can absolutely pick and choose, the genetic spectrum won't be disrupted.

Download skins: SFS / Mega

original 1 - original 2 - original 3

original 4 - original 5 - original 6

original 7 - original 8 - original 9

original 10 - original 11 - original 12

original 13 - original 14 - original 15

original 16 - original 17 - original 18

original 19 - original 20 - original 21

original 22 - original 23 h0nky - original 23 TeaLeaf

I edited some of the original textures so that: • everyone TU-EU has the appropriate fat, normal and fit states (for the alien textures to show up as they should, please use Argon's alien and zombie fitness fix) • all elders have wrinkles, except on TeaLeaf's Stargazer (I used @simnopke's subtle wrinkles) • all toddlers have the cute toddler teeth and babies have no teeth, • teeth from Nat's, Pooklet's and Tea Leaf's skins were replaced either with ones from the Whysim skins or the ones used on @serabiet's Those Darn Skins, just because they're less bright and I like that better.

I also fixed the toes on the Whysim37 skins and edited some boobs ↓

The number at the end of every file name (e.g. 0.05, 0.08, 0.1...) gives you the genetic value of that skin. To learn more about skin genetics, see Rikkulidea's tutorial.

💞 To the people who were using the old palette and want to switch to this one: all you need to do is delete the old skins from your downloads folder and replace them with the new ones (don't forget to delete the alien default you don't want). The new skins are on the same files as the old ones (although they haven't all kept the same number), except for skin #11 which is new. This means that after you make the switch, your sims who had skins from the old palette will update without you having to do anything with their genetics in simPE. And if you change your mind after having a look at your sims with the new palette, you can always switch back to the old one. The same files being reused also means that you can't use skins from the new palette alongside skins from the old, as they will conflict. The only exception is new skin #11, which is on a new file and can therefore be used alongside the old palette without issue. All of that also applies to the showerproof skins.

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2. The showerpoof skins

What are showerproof skins? They are skins linked to a custom body shape (or body shapes). When you give a showerproof skin to a sim, that sim will have the body shape that the skin is linked to when they are nude (taking a bath, streaking, doing ACR stuff, etc.). Showerproof skins have no effect whatsoever on clothing, because clothes use their own meshes.

These showerproof skins are for: • Melodie9 fat family • Momma Lisa F / Melodie9 Fat M • Androgyny F / Lifa's Trans M • Trans Melodie9 Fat M / Trans Momma Lisa • Dummy Thicc • MartaXL edit • Athletic Girl / Lean Body Builder

They are repo'd to the regular skins above: you need the regular set for the showerproof sets to work. Like the regular set, they're geneticized, except for the alien ones. You'll have to choose if you want them to be townified or not (townified skins can appear on new townies and NPCs that spawn, non-townified skins cannot).

The required meshes are included, don't forget to choose between blockfeet/sexyfeet/Marvine feet and Maxis hands/smooth hands. If you're missing meshes, the affected sims will appear as floating heads or will be missing half their bodies when naked (it won't break your game in any way, it's just definitely not the intended result).

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❥ Melodie9 Fat Family (M9Fat)

TM/TF/AF/EF are linked to Melodie9 fat TM/TF/AF/EF, AM & EM are both linked to Melodie9 fat AM. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download Melodie9 fat family: SFS / Mega

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❥ Momma Lisa - Melodie9 Fat Male (ML-MFM)

AF & EF are linked to Momma Lisa, AM & EM are linked to Melodie9 Fat AM, TF/TM are linked to Melodie9 Fat TF/TM.

Download ML-MFM: SFS / Mega

Note on the included meshes: the original nude fat family meshes are from Melodie9's MTS, but turns out those are, well, not how top and bottom meshes are supposed to be: all of them are full-body, doubling the polycounts unnecessarily (I somehow only realized that today). So that's fixed now, and I took the opportunity to add preg morphs to the teen meshes.

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❥ Androgyny AF-EF - Lifa's Trans AEM (AndroF-AMTr)

AF/EF are linked to Androgyny AF/EF, AM & EM are linked to Lifa / @withlovefromsimtown's Trans Male. Teens and younger are Maxis.

Download AndroF-AMTr: SFS / Mega

✨Alternative set: if you want teens to have trans shapes too (choose either the "AndroF-AMTr" set above or the "AndroUF-UMTr" set below) ↓

❥ Androgyny TF-AF-EF - Lifa's Trans TM-AEM (AndroUF-UMTr)

TF/AF/EF are linked to Androgyny TF/AF/EF. TM, AM & EM are linked to Lifa / @withlovefromsimtown's trans male shapes. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download AndroUF-UMTr: SFS / Mega

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❥ Trans Momma Lisa - Trans Melodie9 Fat Male (TrML-TrMFM)

AF & EF are linked to @kaluxsims's Trans Melodie9 fat Male, AM & EM are linked to her Trans Momma Lisa. Teens are Melodie9 Fat TF/TM.

Download TrML-TrMFM: SFS / Mega

Note on the included meshes: you'll see that they're available in 3 versions (choose one - previews are included). The "Leto edit" blockfeet & sexyfeet versions better match all the underwear and swimwear that I've shared for these body shapes (especially in the case of TrML).

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❥ Dummy Thicc (DT)

AF & EF linked to @digisims2's Dummy Thicc, TF linked to my Dummy Thicc TF. All others are Maxis.

Download Dummy Thicc: SFS / Mega

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❥ MartaXL

AF & EF linked to @brattylulu's MartaXL, TF linked to Melodie9's fat TF. All others are Maxis.

Download MartaXL: SFS / Mega

✨ Alternative set: if you'd rather have M sims linked to Melodie9 fat male (choose either the "MartaXL" set above or the "MartaXL-MFM" set below) ↓

❥ MartaXL - Melodie9 fat male (MartaXL-MFM)

AF & EF linked to Brattylulu's MartaXL, TF/TM/AM-EM linked to Melodie9's fat TF/TM/AM. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download MartaXL-MFM: SFS / Mega

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❥ Athletic Girl / Lean Body Builder (AG-LBB)

TF, AF & EF are linked to Marvine / @blueheavensims's Athletic Girl; TM, AM & EM are linked to Synapticsim / @blueheavensims's Lean Body Builder. Children and younger are Maxis.

Download AG-LBB: SFS / Mega

Note on the included meshes: you'll have to choose between 2 versions, either "HD" or "low poly" (previews are included). The HD meshes are the top and bottom meshes that BlueHeavenSims shared here, with a couple tweaks (smoothed normals on the forearms, fixed shoulders on the LBB fat morphs) - they have sexyfeet, smooth hands, 3D nipples and are high-poly (6,454 poly for full-body AG; 8,601 poly for full-body LBB). The low-poly meshes are top and bottom meshes I made based on Marvine's original AG and Synapticsim's original LBB v.2.0 (I added morphs with BlueHeavenSims's morphs as reference) - they have blockfeet, Maxis hands and are low-poly (1,960 for full-body AG; 2,186 poly for full-body LBB).

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Further info

All of these skins are tooltipped, have their custom thumbnails and are sortindexed so that they will appear tidily set after set in your custom skins bin. If you use other skins though, there is a chance that those will appear jumbled up with mine if their sortindex numbers happen to clash. It's only an aesthetic issue but if it bothers you, see this tutorial by Kurimas on how to change the order in which clothes appear in the CAS catalogue (it works for skins and other bodyshop content too).

Why make the showerproof skins repo-only? 1. Repo'd files = smaller files. 2. If you don't like the textures that I picked for the regular set, you can replace them with your favorites in simPE if you know how to do that and all the repo'd files will follow suit. This way you can get all the showerproof skins to have the textures that you like with much less work than if you had to edit them one by one.

#dear lord what a post I hope everything's clear #sims 2 #skins #showerproof skins #sims 2 cc #sims 2 download #ts2cc #s2cc #download #body shapes #fat family #momma lisa #TrML #dummy thicc #MartaXL #athletic girl #LBB #TrMFM #androgyny #AMTr

[heartman]

Ok who was gonna tell me that Mollymauk Tealeaf was canonically two years old despite having the body of a 26 year old and can't read?

Taliesen Jaffe you madman these grown adults are hanging out with a BABY WHAT THE FUCK

#welcome to sophia watches critical role for the first time #can you tell i'm new here #critical role #mollymauk tealeaf #the mighty nein #taliesin jaffe #iconic

[critter-rarepair-reccs]

Hello all! Hope your Wednesday is going well. Today we have nine Pre-Relationship fics for you to enjoy! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love 🩷

gravity-bound by hanap (7,591 words, Teen) Pairing: Jester Lavorre/Essek Thelyss (Jessek) Warnings: None

Essek writes poetry under a pen name, Jester is a fan, she writes to him and they start to exchange letters over many years.

Reccer Says: I love epistolary fic, and also its so cute. There's a lot of background details of canon events we can fill in the background through the letters contents, which is very fun.

in the pieces of what's left or what we've found by SeaWitchDreams (14,620 words, Teen) Pairing: Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Blumenshadow) Warnings: None

Post canon, Astrid decides what to do with Ikithon's tower, and her life.

Reccer Says: Its a nice long read, and the character beats are complex and nuanced, bc that's what Astrid deserves <3

That Lucidian Glow by fjorests_of_wildemount (455 words, General) Pairing: Kingsley Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss (Shadowking) Warnings: None

Essek needs to put on sunscreen, Kingsley volunteers.

Reccer Says: It's fun and cute moment <3

to be in someone else's coat by jaskofalltrades (1,369 words, General) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Shadowidomauk) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

After Essek's dinner with the Nein at the Xhorhaus, Molly and Caleb walk him home. Flirting, of course, ensues.

Reccer Says: It's so fun to see how Essek responds to Molly's relentless flirting, filtering through Caleb's observations on how new Essek is to friendship. And how he can tell that Essek wants that companionship so badly! It's very sweet.

though we're tethered to the story we must tell (when I saw you, well, I knew we'd tell it well). by exhaustedwerewolf (4,535 words, Teen) Pairing: Polymachina Warnings: Mentions of backstory typical violence and character death

On one wrist is your greatest love. On your other, your greatest adversary. And for a certain group of fated adventurers, one of these follows a pattern.

Reccer Says: I'm always a sucker for a good soulmate AU and I *love* ones of this flavor. The angst of not knowing which name is which is delicious and the way this fic plays with that for each member of VM is so good! Also love that the love-bonds don't Have to be romantic, I always appreciate that when it comes to soulmate AUs. And the way it all comes together in the end for VM is just... so good. Also the character voices in the narration? Spot on.

know no shame by hanap (4,453 words, Teen) Pairing: Adeen Tasithar/Essek Thelyss Warnings: None

What if Essek and Adeen had crushes on each other as teenagers and were adorable, messy disaster about it?

Reccer Says: It's so cute. Like oh-my-god so cute. They're adorable with each other and baby wizard Essek trying to join the Aurora Watch so he can spend more time with Adeen has my WHOLE heart. The messy teenage feelings! The circumstances keeping them apart! Deirta and Dad Thelyss's reactions to them!!! It's all so so good.

The Sunny Side by dracoqueen22 (1,767 words, General) Pairing: Jester Lavorre/Beauregard Lionett (Beaujes) Warnings: None

There’s nothing Beau won't do if it’ll make Jester smile, even if it means fixing something as minor as a sunburn.

Reccer Says: Cutteee <3 Beau is just so smitten. Plus Cad being his odd self in the first half <3

Today I Love You Even More by wtgw (5,687 words, Teen) Pairing: Yeza Brenatto/Veth Brenatto/Caleb Widogast Warnings: None

Yeza Brenatto is a creature of infinite anxiety, but he’s not blind. He can see how much Veth loves Caleb. He can see how much Caleb loves her back. And he can also see that Caleb is really attractive. But it’s not like he’s not going to do anything about that…

Reccer Says: Yeza Brenatto is just a perfect sweetheart always and there's this scene where the three of them are sitting around drunk complementing each other that is just too cute

Just Between Friends by biorusted (3,624 words, Explicit) Pairing: Ashton Greymoore/Orym/Dorian Storm (Dashrym) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Aspec Dorian talks with Ashton and Orym about how sex has always felt to him and they share their feelings in return. Things escalate from there. Just as friends, of course.

Reccer Says: Aspec Dorian my beloved <3 always love the dynamics between these three, they fit together so well.

Thank you for joining us this week’s recc list! All the love to everyone who submitted a fic 🩷 All enclosed recommendations were submitted by the community via our submissions form, which you can find here. All fic information is as it was provided by the reccer, so it may not be accurate to the author’s intent or the precise contents of the fic itself. Please assume good intent from all parties 🩷

Submissions for next week’s list are already open! We’ll be featuring Canon Divergent fics. If you have any you’d like to highlight, you can send them in here. The week after that, the theme is Keyleth Rarepairs and the weeks after that we’re taking recommendations for Polyamorous Ships and Enemies to Lovers fic! Submissions for all of these themes are currently open.

If you want more rarepair fic, check out @cr-summer-wildflowers and their event collections on ao3! If you want some friendship after all this romance, take a look at @critter-genfic-events and their recc lists! And if you’re interested in everyone’s favorite wizards, you can’t go wrong with the lists at @aeor-is-for-reccing !

Thanks all and have a lovely day/night/timezone! 🩷

#critter rarepair recc lists #jessek #blumenshadow #shadowking #shadowidomauk #polymachina #adeen x essek #beaujes #yeza x veth x caleb #dashrym

[sapphicquill]

Critickle Role: spin me right 'round, baby (chapter 1/2)

(ao3 link!)

Rating: Teen

Characters: Essek Thelyss, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Caleb Widogast, the Mighty Nein (Veth and Cad are there, just not by name!)

Wordcount: 2149

Nothing the Mighty Nein ever did made terribly much sense to Essek—at least not right away. The group had a habit of putting their own unexpected twist on just about everything they did, no matter how mundane. Considering Essek had only recently emerged from “the sheltered kid-from-a-strict-religious-family cave” (Veth’s words, not his) he didn’t really have much “real life experience” to lean on, so the group’s antics were a relatively moot point anyway. 

But Essek was about ninety-five percent sure that Spin the Bottle was supposed to involve kissing, and the glaring lack of any was a bit confusing. 

Essek relied on a lifetime of maintaining a completely neutral expression at all times to keep from staring bewildered at the screeching puddle of tiefling that was the current focus of the loose circle of friends. Mollymauk, sprawled out flat on his back underneath Jester, was writhing and wriggling as the young woman mercilessly drilled her claws into her victim’s sides. A lavender tail lashed wildly, the only part of Mollymauk in that moment that still had a full range of motion. 

From beside the pair, Caleb cleared his throat.

“That is time, Jester. Let my boyfriend breathe, please.”

Instantly, the blue tiefling sprung off of Mollymauk, though not without groaning theatrically and turning to the human, her own tail wavering behind her in a way that reminded Essek of Frumpkin before the cat pounced on someone. 

“Caaay-leb, come ooon , that wasn’t two minutes!” 

“Ja, it was exactly two minutes, just like it always is.”

“You’re just whiney because you can never make Molly safeword out, Jes,” Fjord pointed out from his spot across the floor. Jester let out a frustrated noise as she crawled back over to her unoccupied spot in the circle next to her own boyfriend. 

“I totally have before, I just want to do it again!” 

“Try harder next time, darling,” Mollymauk said, voice coming out a little wheezy as he sat back up and grinned over at their host for the evening. 

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Essek was, admittedly, getting better at keeping up with the Mighty Nein. With all of them being so genuine and good all the time (and the somewhat inconvenient, very large crush he was harboring on Caleb and Mollymauk), it was hard to resist the siren call of their unspoken offers of friendship and connection. The longer Essek spent around the collective chaos of the Nein, the easier it was to just shrug and go with whatever happened, regardless of how preposterous Essek found it. 

When Caleb had offhandedly invited him to attend the monthly Jester-mandated party/sleepover (a tradition that long predated Essek’s own knowledge of the group), he had accepted without even thinking about it. His nerves over being in such close, extended proximity to Mollymauk and Caleb were easy enough to tamp down, he hadn’t even gotten close to having a proper panic attack over it. He hadn’t even flinched when Jester’s mutt of a dog nearly knocked him on his ass when he cleared the doorway of her and Fjord’s apartment. 

When Jester had lowered the music and excitedly announced it was time for Spin the Bottle, Essek had taken pause, eyes darting to where Caleb and Mollymauk began untangling themselves to get up from the small overstuffed sofa, laughing and whispering to one another between quick kisses. All the same, after a half-second of hesitation, he took a seat on the floor next to Yasha, who was providing rather aggressive scritches to Nugget while Beau not-so-subtly fed the dog little bits of pepperoni, and resolutely ignored the hammering of his heart.

Jester’s version of Spin the Bottle had, apparently, been a tradition for almost as long as they’d been having these gatherings. At least, that’s what Essek had gleaned from Beau’s exaggerated complaints about how unnecessary having the rules explained again was. Jester’s eyes had met Essek’s from across the circle, alight with mischief, before she continued: either say the safeword—“licorice,” for some reason—or last the full two minutes. Before Essek could ask what, in particular, might necessitate a safeword for a kissing game, Jester had leaned forward to grab the bottle in the middle of their circle.

Honestly, Essek should have been less surprised then he was when Jester’s hearty spin of the empty spirits bottle resulted in the young woman tackling Mollymauk and unleashing a rather brutal tickle attack. One of the first things Essek had accepted as “Nein-normal” was the group’s extremely comfortable relationship with tickling. Caleb had tried to fill in the gaps as much as he could—it had, of course, started with the tieflings (“Look, of all the stereotypes, this one’s probably the sweetest and most accurate,” Molly had said) and had spread from there. It was to be expected, if one spent even five minutes with some configuration of their friend group, that some sort of tickling would occur. 

Essek had seen Fjord tweak Jester’s sides as he passed her by; had seen Yasha loop her arms around Molly’s waist and hold him still while Veth unleashed revenge for whatever antics the tattooed tiefling had gotten up to; had seen the soft, sweet, surprisingly gentle tickling that Jester was fond of showering on Caleb. Essek had witnessed quite a lot. 

He’d never participated, though.

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 “Careful, you know she’ll take that seriously,” Beau said, rubbing Nugget’s head roughly enough for Essek to realize she was probably wiping off excess pizza oil on the dog. 

“I’m hoping for it,” Molly shot back, already half-crawling closer to the middle of the circle. With practiced ease, he sent the bottle into rapid circles, watching intently as they began to slow. Essek glanced at Caleb out of habit—it was he who Essek had gravitated toward first, and then whenever he felt out of his depth around the rest of the Nein—and felt his heart stutter against his chest as crystal blue eyes met his own. A small, comforting smile graced Caleb’s lips, the one that always made Essek feel a bit like there were several tiny birds swooping around in his stomach, before the group around them gave a collective, nearly comedic gasp. Essek watched Caleb’s brow furrow slightly, his eyes dropping down to look at the center of the circle before darting back to Essek’s face. His expression was… strangely unreadable. 

Finally looking away from Caleb, Essek felt another swoop in his gut as he took in the scene before him: the others staring at him, Molly’s grin turning nearly feral, and the empty bottle’s neck pointing squarely at him. 

It felt a bit like time had paused, without the sharp ozone of recently-cast dunamis. 

“Ah, Mollymauk—”

Caleb’s voice was soft, his expression still impossible for Essek to parse, as he curled a hand over one of Molly’s shoulders. His boyfriend turned to face him instantly, and Essek felt quietly relieved that the two’s attention was off of him, if only temporarily. 

“Essek’s new to this, ja? So be—” Caleb paused, seemingly searching for the right word. 

“Gentle?” Yasha offered quietly from beside Essek, and if his mouth wasn’t suddenly so dry, he thought he might thank the woman. 

“Of course, darling,” Molly replied seemingly to the both of them, his voice much sweeter than Essek had anticipated. The tiefling turned, and Essek tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart as Molly crawled the rest of the way across their circle of friends. On his knees, Mollymauk was practically towering over Essek’s seated form. Essek expected that same devious grin from earlier to still be settled on his face, but was surprised again to see a much friendlier, kinder smile curling at his lips. 

It was the same smile Molly wore when he and Caleb got lost in discussing complex arcane theory, or when Essek admitted to not understanding some turn of phrase someone had thrown out. 

The flock of birds in his gut doubled. 

“Remember the rules, dear?”

When had Molly gotten so close? Essek licked his lips, eyes glued to the two sets of claws hovering mere inches from his torso. 

“Ah, say ‘licorice’ to tap out…”

“Or last the full two minutes that Caleb counts out,” Molly finished for him, leaning ever so much closer into Essek’s space. 

“Right. Yes. Two minutes.” 

The last time he’d been tickled he’d been a child, Verin pouncing on him after declaring he was being a stick in the mud and unleashing an attack that had left Essek in blubbering hysterics. 

“Ready?” The question seems mocking, but the look in Molly’s eyes is shockingly genuine and Essek didn’t know if he wanted to run or to kiss him. 

“As, um, as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

The air in the room was still and silent, even Nugget stopping his tail whacking down on the carpet as everyone seemingly held their breath. 

Essek squeezed his eyes shut tightly, bracing for kneading fingers as Molly descended even further. Nervous energy danced like lightning down Essek’s back. 

Then there were two light claw tips, slowly skating down from the tops of Essek’s ribs on either side, and he felt his breath hitch without permission. The light, pinpoint sensations felt a little like pure electricity shooting into his nerves and he started gasping out giggles without even realizing it. It didn’t even tickle that badly—between the anticipation and the fact that it was Mollymauk doing it, Essek felt a bit like he was going insane from the lightest touches. 

He didn’t say anything, though, much less “licorice.” Molly was being so gentle. He could last through this for two minutes. 

Then, the claws reached his hips, and suddenly they were moving much faster and in circles and Essek couldn’t have ever hoped to stifle the surprised laughter that punched out of him. His eyes flew open at the shock of sensation, and the look on Molly’s face made his stomach do a backflip. The tiefling’s eyes glimmered with delight and the kind of affection Essek had only ever seen directed at a certain human wizard. Impossibly, the tickling felt ten times as intense. 

Molly kept valiantly on at Essek’s hips, alternating between skittering spirals and random patterns that Essek couldn’t make sense of. While the majority of his conscious thought consisted of white noise, a tiny section of his mind quietly pondered how different this would be if the rest of the Nein weren’t there—if it was just him and Molly and Caleb sprawled out on the ridiculously opulent bed he knew the two had in their apartment. Maybe there wouldn’t be a countdown at all, just Essek getting slowly driven to pleasant delirium by the two men who had captured his attention and his heart. 

How in the name of the Luxon had it not been two minutes yet?

A sudden third spot of ticklish sensation lit Essek’s nerves like a string of firecrackers. He didn’t even have to open his eyes (though he severely doubted he would even be capable of that at the moment) to know that a lavender tail’s spade tip was dragging ever-so-lightly back and forth cross Essek’s right inner thigh. That, combined with the attack still concentrated on his hips, nearly had him screaming. 

Just as it felt like he might pass out from lack of air, someone spoke up from elsewhere in the circle. 

“Scheiße, that was two minutes and, er, roughly forty-five seconds, sorry, sorry.”

Instantly, Molly let up, his tickling ending so abruptly that Essek almost felt dizzy. Phantom tingles of sensation raced across his skin and his laughter dropped into breathless giggles once more. If not for the near lifetime of practice in self-restraint, he would have let out an aggrieved whine and a soft plea for more. A delightful haze of dazed happiness had descended without Essek even noticing . 

“Wow, Essek, that was like, super impressive for your first time playing!”

Jester’s chirping voice popped the joyful bubble encasing Essek’s mind in an instant, and instinctual chilled terror shot down his spine at the reminder that the rest of the Nein had seen that entire ordeal play out in front of them. He sat bolt upright, vision hazy and unseeing. 

“Ah, ex—” Essek started, a shivering ghost of a laugh rudely interrupting. “Excuse me, I, hah, need to, uh—”

Without even finishing his sentence, Essek stood and hurried from the crowded living room. A chorus of voices sounded behind him, but he didn’t stop. The apartment’s tiny guest bathroom offered a safe place for him to sink to the ground and press his face into his hands, breath slowing even as his heart thrummed rapidly in his chest. 

Even with embarrassment and mild panic coursing through him, Essek’s mind could only conjure the image of Caleb and Mollymauk looming over him with warmth and mischief and affection in their eyes. 

Fuck.

#tk fic #tk fic community #tickle fic #critickle role fic #critickle role #cr tk fic #lee essek #switch mollymauk #modern with dnd elements au #established widomauk #developing shadowidomauk #sapphicquillfics

[ice-and-starlight]

It's been a few days, but if you were still interested in that ask meme....

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

=D Yeay! An ask!

Hooooo, okay, so, I have a LOT of fanfic that I'm theoretically working on/daydreaming about that doesn't get shared, but, uh, lets see what's not too horrifying to share...

I spent a couple of weeks a few months ago binge-watching Criminal Minds, and got infected by a plotbunny of Dean Winchester/Aaron Hotchner(/Haley Brooks) as a sort of... fix it crossover where, because they're both protagonists from rather different genres, their different approach manages to fix things in the other 'verse.

As in, Dean kills Foyet in proper I'm-fresh-out-of-hell-and-you-did-WHAT-to-my-boyfriend?! style. With added bonus 'you think you're good with a knife? Boy, have I got some things to show you. Say hello to Alastair for me when you get down there'.

And Hotch (and the team) profile the fucking devil so well they manage to talk him down from trying to wipe out humanity. (He goes off to fuck up heaven instead.)

I've gotten bits and pieces of, well, backstory written up, plus some 'Dean meets the BAU' and 'Hotch meets hunters' scenes that I love, but I've gotten stuck on something really stupid and just haven't managed to get my brain to move past it, so I haven't actually written the parts I started writing the story for yet ^^" (this happens to me a lot).

What else?

I have been working, on and off, on a Critical Role Time Travel AU that's actually kind of a spin-off of my very first Critical Role fic which is 'Molly lives rent-free in Caleb's head for the entire rest of the campaign' because as I was watching it I was constantly thinking 'but how would Molly react to this?!' so I wrote it (some of it).

And then I thought 'okay, but what if, okay, I know time-travel is supposed to be semi-impossible, but what if it is technically POSSIBLE, it's just that going backwards through time essentially destroys the soul/spirit/whatever, EXCEPT, of course, that when Caleb does it, he has a BONUS SOUL coming along for the ride, and it's basically enough for Molly to get through more or less intact?'

And then the Moonweaver is like 'fuck, you are my Most Troublesome Worshipper, what am I going to do with you?' and Molly is, you know, themself, so the Moonweaver, also being a goddess of lovers trysts, nudges things until Lucien ends up with twin baby brothers (Molly and Kingsley are both Aspects of the same being, and thus inextricably linked, so bits and pieces of Kingsley got dragged along for the ride, only not enough for him to have more than Weird Instincts) and a bonus Moonweaver Cleric mum.

Was this an excuse to write canon!verse Tealeaf triplets? Yes. Yes it was.

Did it turn into a Ridiculous Epic Saga of the Tea Leaves (Molly, Kingsley, Caduceus, Keg, and Ophelia Mardun) treking across all of Wildmount trying to save people from the future and stumbling into messes along the way? Yes. Yes it did.

Did I actually manage to write any of the actual story? No. I wrote backstory instead, and ended up mostly writing about the adventures of two separate Parent Squads that are probably... 40-60% OCs? doing a tiny little Molly's bidding. It very much became a And You Get A Parent And You Get A Parent And You Get Three Parents story.

I have Such Plans for this AU (including, importantly, a Shadowidomauk endgame), but, alas, actually writing it is proving... difficult.

One more for luck?

Hmm... I have Ideas for a Peaky Blinders AU based on my Little Sallyanne fic? It's not very well fleshed out yet, but it definitely results in Sally murdering the shit out of her brother's terrible wife, adopting her nibling, and going on to severely fuck up nazis when WWII rolls around.

This one is Percolating, and I'm really not sure what I want to do with it, exactly. Just general Vibes of Tommy being the feral gremlin mentor to my beloved feral gremlin child. (Also, Sally getting semi-adopted by Alfie Solomons, maybe, because here's this child going around claiming to be Jewish when she's not, and Alfie's like 'no, either you fucking Stop That, or you commit to the fucking bit' and Sally's like '-starry eyes- Okay Dad'. I would have to do a lot of research to do this justice because I'm aware that I don't know enough to know how to write this properly ^^" Basically, I just want everyone adopting her like a starving feral cat who will absolutely bite the hand that feeds her)

Technically, I think you can say that things like Never Simple, Not All Who Wander, and the various other unfinished things on my writing blog are all on a backburner right now? As well as the next instalments in my Somewhere Just Beyond My Reach and Gramarye and Trapped In The Amber series also count. I am Thinking About Them a lot, but there's either not enough for me to get my teeth stuck into, or my teeth are stuck and I can't chew on them properly =P

#Ask meme response #Supernatural #Criminal Minds #Critical Role #Peaky Blinders #Dean Winchester #Aaron Hotchner #Mollymauk Tealeaf #Alfie Solomons

[grayintogreen]

once upon a damn-you-all

Cree Deeproots will do absolutely anything to get her friend back, even if it means traveling with a bunch of fools. Mollymauk Tealeaf has gotten a second chance at life he didn’t expect and all the hassles that come with it. And the Mighty Nein are determined to protect their friend and maybe change the heart and mind of a certain fickle tabaxi. (AKA The "Creedemption" Fic.)

chapter forty-one: swept up on the shore

The Mighty Nein overcome emotional hurdles and take solace in one another as Nicodranas celebrates its heroes.

AND WE'RE BACK. A few days early, but hey I do what I want and that was an extremely long break. The events in this chapter have been a long time coming, lemme tell you.

The next chapter will drop on the 27th, which is the one year anniversary!! Ahhh my baby is all grown up and about to be completed....

Comments/Kudos/Likes/Reblogs/etc. are love. Engagement makes me super happy and so on and so forth. <33

#critical role fic #critical role fanfic #widomauk #mollymauk tealeaf #mollymaukweek2022 #cree deeproots #creedemption #once upon a damn you all

[daggersandarrows]

top five ?????? relationships in cr campaigns 1 + 2

fjord + caduceus. they’re siblings they’re qprs they’re narrative foils they’re redemption they’re corruption. fjord coming to caduceus in the middle of the night with a hole through his chest and caduceus doesn’t even ask. the stone dust clay coincidence. star razor. resurrection ritual. someone go get him i’m useless.

yasha + mollymauk. whatever the fuck happened to make yasha “stop fucking hitting me - finish it, champion - i’m yasha i’m very important” nydoorin decide that mollymauk tealeaf (mollymauk!) was PERFECT. sick of losing soulmates. the clover. there was a colorful coat. this is yasha she’s the charm. forehead kisses. screaming over the grave. “empty?” “no.” “love? love.”

percy + keyleth. holding her hair back but griping about the jacket. lineage in a lifetime, lineage in a name. being vehemently, wholeheartedly, 100% against whatever the other one is doing. “did you just squeak?” “no. shut up. you don’t know.” being the two babies of the group. i think you’re damn worthy.

astrid + jester. wanting to hate her so so so so badly. failing. trying to be mean. failing. admiring each other against all odds. the hair thing was pretty cool actually. wanting her to come with you. knowing she can’t. wanting to go with her. knowing she can’t.

scanlan + grog. he’s completely 100% straight but he’d help scanlan jerk off, that’s what buddies do. simply picking him up. creating An Experience. fix him. if he can’t hear you, then who talks back?

#the mighty nein #vox machina #critical role #thane watches critical role

[fourth-quartet]

for the soft ask: all the odd numbers *evil smile*

xD <3

what song makes you feel better?

Recently, it's been iKon DK's LTNS.

what’s your favorite candle scent?

According to the candle on my desk, "a calming blend of vanilla and the scent of cancelled plans"

who do you feel most you around?

My brother and @crying-cryptids

what color brings you peace?

Grey!

what calms you down?

Rain, grey skies, late night drives out of the city, acapella

what’s your ideal date?

Something lowkey! Coffee if we're going out, or video games if we're staying in.

what’s your comfort food?

... recently it's been rice, given it's the only thing I can eat.

fairy lights or LED lights?

Fairy lights, only because LEDs would hurt my eyes. Aesthetically, i'm a LED guy all the way.

most important thing in your life?

Art

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

It is going to get worse.

favorite piece of clothing?

I have a cropped hoodie that says "heaven sent" on it that is SO goddamn comfy.

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

Literally anything! I love gifts from people I care about.

which character would you want to be?

someone who doesn't hurt Kingsley Tealeaf. Baby boy gets a new start and gets to be a pirate. That's fun as fuck.

morning, afternoon or night?

Morning, all the way.

Soft Asks To Get To Know Someone | Send Me Asks!

#took answers #moot tag #sass tag

[broodygaming]

Sitting here sobbing over Molly and  Yasha again cuz jfc what a precious friendship. 

I’m rewatching CR cuz I hate myself and I’m on the incredibly awkward but fun episode 25, RIGHT before the dreaded Found and Lost episode. That thumbnail of Taliesin is haunting me. The whole episode I’m staring and listening to this doomed character. I have a heavy feeling in my gut. Every check he makes, every joke, ever moment of them taking their friend for granted just eating at me. 

And then Molly gives Yasha a silk flower and I crumbled. 

It’s off hand. It’s a passing moment before a big fight. It’s 10 seconds of interaction. And, unbeknownst to any of them - It’s possibly the last gift he gives her. 

Such a small and large thing. A silk flower. A token of acknowledgment of something he knows is important to her. Also somehow very representative of Molly themselves. A beautiful, fake flower. An illusion. A remade shadow of reality. Somehow more permanent and less durable than the real thing. A creation. A piece of art. A silk flower. A gift. An expression of nature made with someone’s hands. A celebration of life by the absence of it. A silk flower. 

Love your friends, while you have them. You can’t see the next thumbnail of your life. 

#what a lame sentence to end with haha I hope you get me tho #ya know??? I just??? it wrenches my heart #critical role #mollymauk tealeaf #yasha #It just hurts KNOWING what's coming and obviously they dont #like it's just a normal day normal fight #yay travis and laura had a baby let's fight a robot #ya know?? and then I see the next episode and it's like I'm being slowly suffocated #god it just hurts #every time i rewatch early CR I feel like I understand and love molly more #which is just unfair #I did not get him the first go around #and kinda did the second #really sunk in the third #and noooowww he just??? I fucking see it I really really get it and I think it's brilliant

[midnighter13]

Part of the warm, unalone series on AO3! 

Some people have birthdays or anniversaries—Molly and Yasha have Pancake Day (because they're weird!)

Day 6: A Day Out #circuskidsweek @circuskidsweek 

feat. BEAUTIFUL artwork by @d-sonne

#Mollymauk Tealeaf #Yasha Nydoorin #Baby the cat #warm unalone #my writing #critical role #critfic #fanfic #they're so soft and happy and that's it that's the point #it's what they deserve!!

[midnigtartist]

Young, dumb, and full of,,,, you know ;)

#critical role #critrole #cr season 2 #the mighty nein #jester #beauregard lionett #mollymauk tealeaf #jester lavorre #beauregard #what do we even call these three?? #team 20-something?? #3 under 30??? #they're group babies and i love them #artist on tumblr #doobles #digital scribbles

[sockablock]

Widomauk Week 2k19 | Day 3: Formal Event

The theater was in the midst of uproarious pre-show chatter as Caleb and Nott arrived that evening, dressed to the nines—or at least, disguised to look it. Though Caleb had reluctantly donned a proper suit, Nott had opted instead for illusion and was currently glamoured up as a young halfling. 

After all, they could take no risks tonight. It was much too important for the sake of their friend Jester.

“It was real nice of her to invite us,” grinned Nott as they headed down the aisles, periodically checking the numbers of every row. “And she got us such amazing seats!”

“She is a very kind person,” Caleb nodded, and pushed past some less well-connected opera-goers. “I do hope for her paycheck’s sake that she got these for free, though. You would think, perhaps, that the closer the better, but actually the center of the orchestra is best. Gotts, I have not been to the opera in years.”

“What’s it like?” Nott glanced up. They slipped around a few more patrons. “We didn’t have fancy stuff like this back in Felderwin.”

“Hmm...I suppose it depends on your tastes. If you are a lover of music, then opera is a truly magical experience.”

“Well,” said Nott, shooting him another smile, “I know for sure that I do like magic.”

Caleb gave her a fond chuckle, then slowly came to a stop. “Ah,” he said, gesturing into a row, “I believe that this is us. After you, Fraulein the Brave?” 

Nott let out a laugh, then scurried to their spots, counting the cushioned chairs as she went. She was glared at by an older pair of elves, who themselves had been forced to sit along the aisle. 

Caleb slipped in after her and comfortably settled down. A young gnome couple sitting to their right began to make polite small talk with Nott, giving him a chance to survey the others in the hall.

Wealthy, he thought, important figures, the lot of them. Many had probably never worked a day in their lives. Their glittering, precious jewelry, elegantly-cut cloaks, their shiny gold opera glasses clutched between claw-like nails, all definitely meant that they belonged to the higher classes.

Which, more accurately, translated to: bastards.

Caleb sank down slightly in his chair. He eyed the thick, still-closed, draping curtains.

Of course, he was proud of Jester, tonight. Unbelievably so, undoubtedly so. She was the most amazing singer in the world, mind-blowingly talented and unswervingly dedicated. Singing was her passion—well, one of them, she was very passionate—but performing, performing on such a scale, was her dream. And to be the first tiefling prima donna of all time, at such a young age, in such an elitist and unaccepting industry—well. It was bad enough that the male lead was a half-orc. The poor man had already endured two years of criticism, and had mostly been begrudgingly accepted by the community. But now, tonight, for two mixed-bloods to be onstage at once?

Caleb couldn’t help but worry for his friend. The gnomes talking to Nott certainly seemed nice, but you could never quite be sure with the rich and famous. 

He briefly wondered how many people he could Charm at once.

This train of thought was interrupted, however, by a commotion near the back of the hall. Some people were shouting, and a handful of performance programs achieved flight.

Everyone in their section turned around. A number of posh audience members began to whisper.

“What do you suppose it is?” Nott murmured, leaning in to glance at Caleb. “Someone famous, do you think?”

Caleb raised an eyebrow. “Maybe...infamous. Listen to the noise, what could that b—”

And then an explosion tore through the crowd, whirling past the last of the standing patrons and whipping down the aisle trailing gold dust and satin. It was a blur of color, a rush of wild force, and it was dressed in a sheer black gown and high heels and carried two—two—glasses of red wine.

It was, to Caleb’s surprise and horror, a person. Surprise, because this was amazingly another tielfing; horror, because he was headed right for Caleb.

He plowed through the aisle and came to a stop barely just inches away from Caleb’s face. 

His breath smelled like cranberries. And cola. A hint of lemon.

And a sort of low, burning heat. His eyes were crimson, shone dangerously in the dim light.

There was a moment, and they just stared at one another.

And then the edge of the tiefling’s shawl dipped. He leaned in even closer, their noses almost brushed.

“Well, well, well,” he murmured. “What brings you here, dear?”

Caleb managed to open his mouth. Then he closed it again. He tried to lean back and half-spilled from his chair, and was very, very cognizant of the rage Nott was emitting.

It was like a fountain of unbridled fury. It was enough to help Caleb screw his head back on.

“I, ah...here for Jester,” he mumbled, trying and failing to properly make eye contact. How the hell were you supposed to look at someone without pupils?

“Jester?” the tielfling murmured. “You mean...Jester Lavore?”

“That would be the one,” Nott piped up. Her voice had a very hard edge to it. “Also, hey, who are you?” she demanded. “And what are you doing here?”

The tielfing snorted, and then finally leaned back. Caleb took a grateful breath of air.

“Well, it’s funny you should ask,” he said. He crossed his arms, which was impressive considering how he was dual-wielding 40-proof.

“I’m actually here for Fjord. The male lead? I’m his roommate, and his best friend. Mollymauk Tealeaf, at your service.”

He actually bowed. 

“Call me Molly.”

Nott gave Molly a very suspicious once-over. After a few quiet seconds, during which the entire rest of the orchestra stared at them with expressions ranging from indignant to bored, he adjusted his shawl and sat down in the seat right next to Caleb.

Their shoulders very briefly brushed. It was hard not to, in a theater optimized for capacity.

“I’m actually quite excited,” Molly said, with a frankly bewildering level of normalcy. “Fjord’s been practicing for almost a year, now, and he never stops gushing about how lovely his co-star is. Or, co-lead, or whatever they call it in this hellish industry.”

He took a sip from his left wine.

“Jester seems like a wonderful girl. You said you’re here for her, yes? Come to gawk at the upstart young singer? Or are you one of those...horn enthusiasts?”

This line of questioning was enough to startle Caleb completely out of his daze. His eyebrows did a sort of Macarena up to his hairline.

“What?”

“No?” Molly raised his right glass. “You are here for another reason, then?”

“You—I—yes! Yes!” Caleb rubbed his face in disbelief. “I...scheisse, Jester is my friend. A very good friend, of mine and of Nott’s. We are here to cheer her on.”

“Yeah,” said Nott, leaning out from behind Caleb. “Gods, lighten up, you weirdo.”

Molly fell silent. Then he burst out laughing. His shawl waved up and down with his shoulders, and the charms on his horns jingled with the din.

“Oh, gods, oh, I’m so sorry, dear!” He wiped at the tears in his eyes with his forearm. “I suppose I was just suspecting the worst, eh? Fjord warned me that there would be some—” he lowered his voice to a not-very-subtle whisper, “—unsavory and unwelcoming types in the rich people seats. I am very fortunate to have found you, instead.”

Caleb met that scarlet gaze. He felt the corners of his mouth form a smile.

“Ja,” he agreed, without at first realizing. “Ja, indeed. Very fortunate.”

Molly handed him a glass of wine. It was the cranberry one. There was a faint smudge of lipstick staining the outer rim.        

“Cheers,” he smiled, “to welcome company. Cheers to your halfling friend, too, Nott, did you say your name was?”

“Yeah,” said Nott, gracing him with the faintest nod. “And I do still think you’re weird. But I guess you get a pass. For now.”

Molly raised his glass. “That’s all I need, dear.”

He clinked his cup against Caleb’s new one and chugged it down without hesitation. All around them, the audience had returned to their idle conversation, and the lights in the theater were slowly beginning to dim.

“Oh, right, before I forget,” Molly said, after his drink had been half-drained. “What’s your name, dear? So that I know who I have the honor of sitting with.”

Caleb felt a laugh escape his chest. His smile grew just a bit wider.

Ah. It is the wine, he told himself, even though he hadn’t even taken a sip yet. That is what has gotten you so giddy.

He leaned in towards Molly until their shoulders brushed together in the new darkness.

“Caleb Widogast,” he said. “Caleb, if you like.”

The chatter of the audience had faded to a whisper. The conductor of the orchestra raised his baton.

Molly brought his lips to a grin by Caleb’s ear.

“Well then,” he murmured, “in that case, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Caleb.”

His response was a hum as the flutes began to sing:

“Nein, Mister Mollymauk. The pleasure is all mine.”

— — — — —

💜 Thank you so so much for reading! I’m currently trying to afford Microsoft Word, and my Ko-fi link is in my bio, if you’re feeling generous 💜

#critical role #critfic #fic #fanfic #widomauk week 2019 #drabble #text #long post #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #nott the brave #jay writes #modern AU #widomauk #technically this is also a fjorjester AU but alas #its WIDOMAUK WEEK BABY #IM STRETCHING BRAIN MUSCLES I FORGOT I HAD #mwahahahaha #what is it about these two that makes me want them to go to the opera

[night-filled-mountain]

“If souls can grow from but a piece...”

I feel like this quote from Matt is key to Lucien’s/Mollymauk’s/Kingsley’s whole development, and honestly, I’m kicking myself for not being preemptively clued in to the Kingsley reveal as soon as Matt said it.

Molly started out as only a piece of a soul. A fragment, sans memories. But not entirely sans memories, not for long. Even the Molly who was new to the carnival wasn’t equivalent to a newborn baby. Think of all the things that quickly came back to him: how to walk and talk, eat and drink, clean and dress himself, and carry out plenty of other basic physical processes...not to mention thousands, maybe millions, of words and concepts that he understood without knowing how or why.

It wasn’t his memory he lost, per se. It was his self-concept. It was all the memories specifically tied to Lucien: what he had seen, what he had done, who he had known. And it’s not because those memories were gone. It’s because Mollymauk actively repressed them. He admitted to the M9 that he got “flashes,” he had dreams, but he pushed them away, rejected them as having nothing to do with him. That was a choice he made. He was a piece of a soul, and he chose to grow into something new, rather than making any attempt to dig for all the other “pieces” buried within himself and reunite them into a coherent whole.

He was like a magical seed that holds a genetic memory of how to grow into a daisy, but somehow manages to repress it, learn new possibilities from the diverse garden that surrounds it, and grow into a zebra orchid instead.

Lucien was there as an option. Lucien was a concept he could have re-built around himself. He chose to burn it down and build something new.

And was it entirely new? Of course not. Molly spoke with Lucien’s accent (vaguely 😉). He had Lucien’s arrogance, his flair for the dramatic, his instinct for reaching out to people and traveling in groups and seeking daring new experiences. Molly wasn’t Lucien, but he could have been. I firmly believe that if he had leaned into those memories, if he had sought those answers, if his adventuring goal had been to become who he used to be, he could have succeeded. But he didn’t.

Because the defining feature of Mollymauk Tealeaf, the trait that most set him apart from Lucien and allowed him to become his own person, was the desire to do just that. To self-invent.

And he didn’t do it only once. Think of how quickly he adapted after the carnival broke up; how quick he was to latch onto the Mighty Nein and re-invent himself as a devoted member of their party, transferring all the affection and protective tendencies he’d previously devoted to his fellow carnies. Think of the various false backstories he made up for the M9, the elaborate lies he told about his family and background (and Taliesin has made it clear that he intended to do much more of this, as he didn’t expect Molly’s actual past to catch up with him so soon). Think of the lies he told and the cons he pulled while he was with the carnival...most memorably, the one he told Beau about two nights before he died, when he convinced a whole town that he was a king. (Did Kingsley remember this when he chose his new name, or did he remember the royal/godly sensations of Lucien’s ascension as he absorbed the Somnovem? We may never know.)

Spontaneity, adaptability, and constant re-invention of himself was the heart of Molly’s character. There is absolutely no reason to believe that Mollymauk Tealeaf, left to his own devices, would not eventually have gotten bored once again, decided the M9 no longer needed him (or waited until after they fought their last big battle and went their separate ways), gone to sea, changed his name to Kingsley, and become a pirate.

If souls can grow from but a piece. That’s the entire premise of Mollymauk Tealeaf, and it’s the entire premise of Kingsley Tealeaf, too. And I think Kingsley tacitly acknowledged that when he finally read Beau’s book, gave it all some thought, and named his ship the Mollymauk.

Kingsley is a soul that grew from the exact same seed as Molly. Is it a new soul, a different soul, shaped by new experiences? Yes. In the sense that Jester is a different soul from Genevieve. Caleb is a different soul from Bren. Veth is a different soul from Nott, and also from the Veth who had never been Nott. Captain Fjord Tusktooth is a different soul from the bullied and insecure orphan Fjord Stone. Expositor Beauregard is a different soul from Beauregard Lionett, fuck-up daughter who was meant to be a son, heir to a dynasty she never wanted. Yasha Nydoorin is a different soul from the Orphanmaker, and Caduceus Clay might be the only member of the Mighty Nein to stick to a single name with no complications, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been transformed.

The only thing that sets Molly’s transformation into Kingsley apart from his teammates’ journeys is the memories. And the memories are there, if he ever wants them. And if he never does? If he says I can start fresh whenever I want, and my past does not define me?

Well, that’s the most Mollymauk move of all.

#critical role #c2e141 #cr spoilers #lucien #mollymauk tealeaf #kingsley tealeaf #mollymauk #molly #kingsley #believe me: i initially took this reveal as a gut punch like so many other people #and it still hurts to think about the m9's expectations vs. the reality (especially yasha omg) #but in the end i can clearly see that this makes far far too much sense and is far too true to taliesin's vision... #...for his story to have gone in any other direction

[randoimago]

Ok so I made the “pregnant with Molly’s baby” request and would be interested to see more 🥺 like how would he react to feeling it kick or what nervous things he does when you’re in labour, fluffy things like that 👉🏻👈🏻

Just imagine him holding a tiny purple tiefling in his tattooed arms

Pregnancy Headcanons

FANDOM: Critical Role

Character(s): Mollymauk Tealeaf

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 738

Note(s): Anon I swear you're giving me baby fever 🥺

Also I kind of just went off on this ask xD didn’t mean to make it this long but here we are.

Molly

Probably the type that says he doesn't want kids til much later in his life. Kids are just complicated and he wants to try and control the chaos of what's going on before thinking about them.

So having a baby with his S/O was completely by accident. Definitely a bit panicky at the news and needs time to think if this is something he's even ready for. But then he decides, "Yeah. Yeah let's do this."

He knows a bit about pregnancy as he's seen pregnant people and listened to them talk/complain about pains and such so he has small ideas on what to expect. Because of that, he acts cocky like he knows exactly what to do. Instead he secretly gets books from some store to help him instead.

Molly can't really cook intricate things so he mostly reads up on what you should and shouldn't eat while pregnant and he'll do buy the foods you can (while interrogating with a smile that nothing was added that could potentially harm his baby).

If you mention the baby kicking then Molly gets a bit interested with the news. He'll definitely go to place a hand in your stomach to feel, but stop himself as he wants to make sure it's okay with you. He doesn't want you snapping at him for touching you due to pregnancy hormones.

Has a gentle smile on his face when he does feel the baby kicking. Would absolutely talk to the baby by telling stories from his days at the carnival.

Probably the type of parent that says whatever he wants around the baby because they are a baby and won't understand the meaning behind most of his words.

Probably very worried throughout the pregnancy though because he had a job at a carnival. The pay isn't bad but it's not enough to suddenly support a family. So if anything, he'd have you staying in a comfortable inn while he made money with fortune telling. Would also do some small jobs around the town, nothing too big as he does want to come home to his pregnant S/O at the end of the day.

As you're further in your labor, he'd want to be the type to tell you not to push yourself and things, but he also knows that you still get restless. So he'll do his best to be by your side throughout the day just to keep an eye on you if you decide to go on a walk or want to just move around a bit.

Absolutely gives you back rubs and massages your feet. Would probably make some cheeky remark about getting on his knees for you but will gladly give your ankles a nice massage.

Probably a bit worried if you're doing okay too because this kid could come out with baby horns and a tiny tail that could make the pregnancy uncomfortable for you. Would speak to many Clerics just to see if there's things he can do to help.

When the baby is born, he has a lot of emotions going through him. Happiness is number one, but he is still nervous about the future and if he'll really be able to provide for you and this kid.

Honestly might not be around much in the beginning just because he is trying to get money with jobs so you're both happy. Always comes home at the end of the day to hold his child and thank you for staying with a mess like him.

Will take some days off though because he's not about to let you care for this baby by yourself. He won't put that pressure on you.

Would gladly hold his baby and tell them more stories now that the kid is out. Might tell them some wild things about his many tattoos that causes his S/O to roll their eyes but Molly just smiles.

Lots of tiny magic tricks before preformed for his baby Tiefling. Thaumaturgy is being used to make sparkles and little light shows.

Considering Molly is working on the money thing, he probably doesn't go all out for baby clothes and toys just because he wants to make sure there's gold for when the kid is old enough to get them better things. So right now, common clothes for his child (on the brighter side) and some simple toys that won't be choking hazards.

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This may have been asked before but please tell us about the Tealeaf triplet AU!

ooooh i'd be super happy to!! so i'm not the only person with this kind of au, but i'm sure that every person's will be different, and mine is no exception!

so. threeleaf au. i'm not sure whether to make it so that they're all biological triplets from the beginning, or that the wildmother's blessing in ep 140 gave three different rebirths: a chance for lucien to live without the somnovum, a second chance for molly to continue living his life to the fullest, and a third soul getting a fresh start

both would offer different dynamics: the first, an established sibling dynamic with all the hijinks and ease and comfort and protectiveness of three triplets who knew each other their entire lives. the second, a sense of having to get to know and get used to each other.

honestly the way i think of them i'm leaning towards siblings from the get-go, as i like to think of them with an established sibling dynamic already. lucien is the eldest, followed by molly and kingsley

i mainly focus on the post-campaign aspect of this, where all three siblings join fjord and jester on their sailing adventures. hilarity ensues

kingsley is a natural sailor. the other two are not. molly is happy to be with friends though, and lucien admits that it's a lot better than other alternatives

jestermauk is a thing in this because it's my au and i choose the ships (fjord and jes either break up amicably or they just never get together)

also thinking about making fjord/kingsley a thing. you get a tealeaf! and YOU get a tealeaf!!

in that case both lucien and molly give fjord their own shovel talks. (sidenote imagine getting a shovel talk from lucien. talk about TERRIFYING)

as i mentioned, marius gets the very wrong idea one day that lucien is a vampire. lucien is annoyed at first but then begins to "humor" him

orly gives them all tattoos. molly gets a chaos crew tat and a gem tat with imagery of the m9, kingsley gets some cool sea themed ones, and lucien gets a really small one on his hand or something. maybe of a butterfly (one of those butterflies with eyes on their wings maybe?)

jester is of course VERY happy to practice tattooing on them, mainly molly is willing to be her practice canvas

of COURSE they all get captain tusktooth tattoos. kingsley's is on his shoulderblade, lucien's is on his other hand, and molly's......let's just say it's on his lower back

marion adopts them all

kingsley tries to get the other two to come up with their own pirate names, with mild success

"no one knows what a nonagon is; it's not gonna strike fear!"

both molly and lucien are super protective of king; even though he's two minutes younger than molly, king is the baby of the trio and therefore gets away with a lot

that being said they do squabble quite a bit

jester is super happy to be surrounded by other tieflings

so. many. hijinks. this is about all i can think of but i'll maybe add to this when i can think of more stuff!

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