after over a decade on this damned webbed site I finally bit the bullet and changed my url for the first time ever
having an hp inspired url becomes a weird thing when lady terf herself continues to breathe, even though I barely connected the two in my brain since I’ve used the url for so long
anyways, Yes it’s a Locked Tomb reference No I don’t know if it will stick and I’m already sorry for the confusion bc I hate it when people change their urls
Still trying to cope with the fact that Jester drew Caleb faceless—a mere shadow, a dark silhouette engulfed in flame—his favored element. His raw pain and regret. Caleb being lost in that burning fire, consumed by it. Staring up longingly into this spark of light just out of reach. It shows us his grief, his loss, his desire to atone. Even if the fault was never his own.
The Card of Fire:
“Spark: Something is responsible for this. Maybe you. Maybe some asshole. Blaze: Sometimes there are consequences. Sometimes they hurt.”
And then there’s Molly’s depiction of Caleb. Jester describes his card for us in the campaign: “The Magician. Molly drew this card for you, Caleb. It looks like you. You’re sitting in a room and all around you are strange orbiting lights. Veth is on the other side of the card. Well, Nott is. Isn’t that interesting?…Molly drew cards for all of us.”
In Molly’s own words from the Oracle of the Moon deck:
It really comes down to fire versus light.Unlike the roaring blaze, The Magician shows these gently drifting lights. Warmth and comfort, illumination, fascination. Pure Magic. It’s not the searing hate and raw destruction of fire. It’s “the Card of Exploration”–self expression, creativity. Discovery, solace. A light to guide your way through the darkness.
We see this glimpse of how Molly finds the arcane alluring and captivating, yet it also escapes his understanding. There’s something intrinsically interesting about Caleb Widogast that he can’t quite figure out, that maybe he’ll never be able to unravel. But he’s enchanted by this unassuming wizard all the same.
Dancing Lights is just a cantrip, something Caleb could effortlessly cast a hundred times a day. But the little trick is still enough to dazzle Molly, to be worth committing to memory. There’s something sweet about that to me. Caleb himself is quick to dismiss the rudimentary spell: “Anybody can make lights. Anybody can send a message through a wire. I want to bend reality to my will.” But to Molly, that one simple spark of magic is beautiful.
More than that, Molly draws Caleb the same way he sees him in his memories. With that some fondness and love that he reminisces on in the final battle with Lucien:
“Another kiss came to him like a tricky word just on the tip of the tongue, elusive yet tantalizing, though the sentiment felt real enough–a friend in crises emerging to a kiss on the forehead. A tender banishment. Caleb. Softness and light. Clammy skin under rough lips. Molly’s nose brushing Caleb’s hair…
Those memories were gone. All of it was lost to him now.
Kindness is never lost or forgotten.”
Caleb. Softness and light. When Molly thinks of his Magician, that’s how he truly feels. And we see it in his cards.
Virga, the phenomenon of rain not reaching the ground. Virga is produced when rain is falling from the base of the cloud but evaporates in dry air before reaching the ground surface.
“He’d be very proud of you.” Big sisters, very little brother. 💙💚💙
So, the triplets’ redesign was a little hard, until Leeta (now renamed too O_o) let me know P!nk was a good likeness to roughly base her on, and it went well from there. I will leave Will dark-haired until either Matt or Liam prove me wrong, and only grudgingly. 🐌
this took way too long for how shitty of a meme this is but I saw someone say “the moon in the fucking sky?” And had a Revelation
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Bells Hells: “So, guest characters, that’s basically what’s happening to the gods. What’s your analysis of the situation? Should we try to stop Ludinus?”
Guest characters: “Holy shit, there’s a god-eater in the moon?”
The body said, “I died, and you carried me. I gambled, and you covered my bet. You kept the faith, and were the instrument of both my vengeance and my grace. And now I have fought through time, and the River, and Ianthe the First- fought and bested Ianthe the First, and I hope I never fight her again… Will you not look at me now, Cam, and know me?”
Cam raised her chin. She looked at the dead face. She said quietly-
Miles. Late 20s. He/Him
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