[ This is the month of tits, Molly decides and downs one of the changing potions that was awarded by the Augur. The promised breasts are about a handful, matching her general build, and the other changes to the lavender tiefling's body is very subtle - rounder hips, a slightly softer jaw. (No bulge in those far too tight leggings.) ]
I.
[ Some days, Molly can be found in the Neinhaus living room, draped over the couch and hands full of her cards, flipping between them and now and then putting one down in a pile on her side. Others are discarded into another one until she has three different piles.
Looking up as she notices someone coming in, Molly grins and waves them over, flowy sleeves on her dress almost making her look like she has wings. ]
Come look at these cards! I need another set of eyes to decide which ones I need to redo.
[ Some have been damaged, others need an update in her level of skill. ]
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[ If cards are not on the table for you (heh), Molly also takes moments to chill on the couch with her coat or other things to embroider. The island has given her a lot of new ideas, and just like with her cards, some places on her coat needs repair or updating. The Neinhaus couch is the perfect place to hang, feeling the presence of people - Molly never could be on her own for long.
There's a basket of thread and paint, if you want to join the crafting! ]
II.
[ On one of the few sun days, she can be found in the garden, happily sprawled in the grass like the purplest lawn ornament. (Quite possibly topless, because who cares?) All she wants is sunlight on her skin - less for tanning purposes and more because that it just feels so good when most days on the island are overcast and grey. ]
I am your god, bring me fruits so I can reign!
[ She demands out once she hears someone in the kitchen through the open doors, making grabby hands. ]
III.
[ Molly learns quick that fighting is hard with tits, and has to learn to bind them down while sparring. She's still getting bruised and beat up while trying to catch up to her friends, and it is frustrating. She hates being the weakest, hates the fact that she's unreliable when it comes to protecting her friends.
Leaning to the fencepost, Molly buries her head against her knees in a moment of uncharacteristic defeat. ]
Fuck.
IV.
[ Then there are the days Molly comes home drunk or high or both, only instinct getting her to either the houses or the ship so she can wobble into a bed somewhere. It might be yours, so forgive her if she's handsy or babbles incoherently.
A lot.
Maybe get her to drink some water or do the Purgation curse - or you will deal with her sad puppy eyes when she's in the throes of a hangover the next day. ]
July Prompts
[ This is the month of tits, Molly decides and downs one of the changing potions that was awarded by the Augur. The promised breasts are about a handful, matching her general build, and the other changes to the lavender tiefling's body is very subtle - rounder hips, a slightly softer jaw. (No bulge in those far too tight leggings.) ]
I.
[ Some days, Molly can be found in the Neinhaus living room, draped over the couch and hands full of her cards, flipping between them and now and then putting one down in a pile on her side. Others are discarded into another one until she has three different piles.
Looking up as she notices someone coming in, Molly grins and waves them over, flowy sleeves on her dress almost making her look like she has wings. ]
Come look at these cards! I need another set of eyes to decide which ones I need to redo.
[ Some have been damaged, others need an update in her level of skill. ]
---
[ If cards are not on the table for you (heh), Molly also takes moments to chill on the couch with her coat or other things to embroider. The island has given her a lot of new ideas, and just like with her cards, some places on her coat needs repair or updating. The Neinhaus couch is the perfect place to hang, feeling the presence of people - Molly never could be on her own for long.
There's a basket of thread and paint, if you want to join the crafting! ]
II.
[ On one of the few sun days, she can be found in the garden, happily sprawled in the grass like the purplest lawn ornament. (Quite possibly topless, because who cares?) All she wants is sunlight on her skin - less for tanning purposes and more because that it just feels so good when most days on the island are overcast and grey. ]
I am your god, bring me fruits so I can reign!
[ She demands out once she hears someone in the kitchen through the open doors, making grabby hands. ]
III.
[ Molly learns quick that fighting is hard with tits, and has to learn to bind them down while sparring. She's still getting bruised and beat up while trying to catch up to her friends, and it is frustrating. She hates being the weakest, hates the fact that she's unreliable when it comes to protecting her friends.
Leaning to the fencepost, Molly buries her head against her knees in a moment of uncharacteristic defeat. ]
Fuck.
IV.
[ Then there are the days Molly comes home drunk or high or both, only instinct getting her to either the houses or the ship so she can wobble into a bed somewhere. It might be yours, so forgive her if she's handsy or babbles incoherently.
A lot.
Maybe get her to drink some water or do the Purgation curse - or you will deal with her sad puppy eyes when she's in the throes of a hangover the next day. ]
V.
Come @ me!