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nottwithoutmygoblindaughter:

lesetoilesfous:

so first, I adored that episode.

Second please talk to me about headcanons!!!!! (Spoilers for Critical Role Episode 8, Campaign 2 under the cut)

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what if caleb had some younger siblings and one or both of their parents werent around so while technically he wasnt their dad (technically) he filled a parental role to them.

and maybe if he was a soldier, one of those younger siblings also joined up, and something happened to them. or a younger member of his unit that he saw as a younger sibling similar to his relationship w nott.

which might jive w liams reaction to the surprise of how fast he bonded w nott and started looking out for her, and especially if caleb himself shares that surprise

so first, I adored that episode.

Second please talk to me about headcanons!!!!! (Spoilers for Critical Role Episode 8, Campaign 2 under the cut)

God I am so happy that we know more about Jester now. Like, I’m so excited.

I continue to believe the Molly is an amnesiac theory, at least until proven otherwise.

‘Child-bearing age’ ouch, but I think I see what Sam was trying to do – namely emphasising the difference between Nott’s clans’ social norms and those of her new friends. Six to nine, and nine being decided on, puts her at a rough human 16, if we take Goblin maturity as 12. I’m happy to accept that. 

CALEB.

First, I really enjoyed how much everyone kicked off the session trying to crack Liam’s walls. I’m clinging onto the ‘Caleb had kids’ theory because Reasons, but I’m starting to suspect it’s not canon. My loose hc had been that Caleb had a modest family and lost them in a fire. 

Though I will say – in defence of the dad Caleb theory, that he seemed to feel very strongly about the way a parent should behave etc when Jester was sharing with them. That felt like it was getting close to something personal. 

I haven’t given up the theory that Caleb is traumatised by fire specifically: based on Liam’s reaction to fanart of That moment and the way he handled the glove and the campfire. I don’t think it’s any fire, and this kinda has me leaning towards the Caleb as a soldier who’s gone AWOL theory that I’ve seen floating around. That his trauma is specifically related to combat. 

Also, anyone else note Caleb’s vehement disenchantment with the Empire? We know that Beau tends to be on the side of the proletariat/guillotine, but it was interesting to see how upset/frustrated Caleb was about it too. 

My headcanon: Caleb was a soldier who lost his family. Possibly to marauding soldiers of the Dwendalian Empire. He’s traumatised both by what he’s done and what was done to him. He projects onto Nott, but he can’t stand to think about what he’s lost, so he calls her his little sister and tries very hard not to think about children. 

What I think is more likely in canon: Caleb was a soldier. He’s traumatised both by what he’s done and what was done to him. He’s lost people: he’s yet to tell us about anyone else in his family. He finds Nott and she’s literally all he has, and he’s protective of her because he’s lost everyone else. She’s his companion, his sister, his friend. He wouldn’t have a panic attack seeing a campfire, but he might if he had to stab someone. This could also explain why despite his loud reactions to being in pain, he also seems to take injuries somewhat in stride. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to just yank three arrows out of my body, even if I knew magical healing was incoming.

So yeah, that’s where I’m at. Thoughts? Theories? Please talk to me about them it’d be the best

dementorsatemysoup:

Croot backs out of the kitchen, carrying another plate full of food, setting it on the bar. “Did you order this?”

Molly looks down at it, head tilted, staring at the steaming sausage. He shakes his head, looking up at Croot, and offers him a smile. “Not me, but I’m sure someone did.”

Croot grunts, leaving the food sitting there, and walks back into the kitchen. Molly sighs, finishing the last bit of his drink, and turns to look out at the impromptu party.

The feast the townspeople had thrown them had somehow spilled back into the inn they’re currently staying at, a half dozen or so citizens scattered across the tavern floor. Fjord is nodding along to something a farmer is saying, his lips turned up in an amused smile, but he can’t quite mask the exhaustion in his eyes. Jester sits cross legged on the floor with Jules and one of his little friends, showing them some of her less risque drawings, trying her best to hide her winces whenever she moves wrong. Nott and Beau, having no pretenses about hiding just how tired they are, are sitting against the wall, huddled together, mostly asleep. They’ve all been through hell and back, and it’s only a matter of time before they all head up to bed.

Caleb is noticeably missing, and Molly can’t help the worry he feels twisting in his gut. He leaves a silver on the bar, knocking on it softly with his knuckles, and heads up the stairs.

The door to their room is ajar, yellow light spilling out from the crack and into the hallway. Molly stops next to the door, listening as Caleb shuffles around inside the room, muttering under his breath.

With a small sigh, Molly gently knocks on the door, and softly calls, “I’m coming in.”

He pushes the door open, leaning against the frame, frowning as he watches Caleb sort through his bag of incense. He spares Molly a single, haggard glance before returning to the bag, muttering something in his native language.

“What are you up to?” Molly asks curiously, concern gripping his heart and squeezing it tightly.

“My cat,” Caleb whispers, dumping the incense out onto the floor. He crouches down and starts sifting through it. “I just, I need my cat.”

Molly pushes away from the door, slowly walking across the room, and kneels down next to Caleb. “Okay,” he says gently, looking down at the incense. “Would you like some help? Tell me which incense you need and I’ll find it for you.”

Caleb nods absentmindedly and Molly suspects he’s not really listening, his fingers shaking as he pushes certain incense aside. He’s mumbling to himself again, breath hitching in his chest, and Molly feels his heart break.

“Maybe you should sleep,” Molly suggests kindly.

“I, I can’t,” Caleb replies, shaking his head frantically. “I-I need my cat.”

Molly’s smile is sad, but he nods and returns his attention to the incense. It takes a bit to find the type Caleb needs, but soon they have enough for his spell. As Molly puts the rest back in the bag, Caleb stands and starts collecting the rest of his supplies.

“My father-” Caleb trails off, blankly staring at the floor. He shakes his head, clearing away whatever had been plaguing his mind, and clears his throat. “My father taught me how to summon my familiar.”

“How old were you?” Molly asks curiously, dusting the remaining incense off his hands and standing up.

“Twelve.”

“You’ve had Frumpkin since you were twelve?”

Caleb nods, putting his charcoal and incense on the bedside table. “He was a very gifted wizard. Taught my sister and I everything we knew.”

“You have a sister?”

Caleb hesitates, bowing his head. “Had.”

“What?”

“Had,” he says a little louder, gripping the bedside table tightly, shoulders tensing. “I had a sister.” In a fit of anger, he shoves the ingredients off the table, scattering them across the floor. “Fuck,” he whispers, falling heavily on the bed, burying his face in his hands.

Molly leaves the bagful of incense on the floor, moving across the room, and sinks onto the bed next to Caleb. He hesitates for a second before putting his arm around his shoulders, squeezing him gently, and says, “You don’t have to talk about it now, but if you ever do I’ll listen.”

Caleb nods, burrowing deeper into himself, and says, “Thank you.”

They sit silently for several minutes; Caleb tense and weary; Molly concerned and equally weary, but they have to move eventually. With a sigh, Molly releases Caleb and stands up. “Didn’t you say something about your cat?”

Slowly, Caleb picks up his head, looking at Molly, and he murmurs, “You don’t have to…”

Molly offers him his hand, smiling softly, and says, “Nonsense. I miss the little bugger anyway.”

A ghost of a smile appears on Caleb’s face and he takes Molly’s hand.