[ 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. ]
[ Fjord invades Molly's space like it's his own, slithering in with a jostle or too so he can recline on the couch with Molly sat in between his spread legs. He wraps his arms around her and turns his head aside on a cushion as he takes a nap, half-watching the way she embroiders her coat; he never saw her do it back home, it feels personal every time he sees her doing it her. It's also the first time in a couple of months he has seen Molly as a woman, unable to resist getting close enough for a cuddle even if they are in the common-room of the most traversed of the haus-triad. ]
What are you sewing that one for?
[ With a nod to her current design, although his gaze travels to the ring of tattooed seaweed on her finger and warms his smile further. ]
[ As far as Molly is concerned, it is a shared space when it comes to them. She makes herself comfortable with Fjord, her soft flowy tunic a nice fabric to lean to. She purrs softly and happily as the half-orc dozes for a moment.
The fine, if calloused fingers are moving with ease through the red fake silk, blue moon-printed lining opened at the area she's working so that it will not be visible on that side when she's done.
The motif is a full red moon with a sliver of silver on the edge, the red moon woven with slightly different kinds of red floss to make it have depth. ]
I realized I had a lot of Catha on my coat but nothing of Ruidus, so I felt a little bad for it.
[ The red moon of home on her red coat? He decides (for once) it's wiser not to question her decorative flair; being a boyfriend has been an enlightening experience on when to keep his opinions to himself. ]
Make a needle and thread so it can sew itself and you can kiss me.
[ Fjord wriggles happily under the attention and seeks out her curvy hips to drag Molly down, kissing her slowly to savour the moment. It's cosy and private, with him loving the way she gives up her hobby just to spoil him with affection.
Nibbling on her lower lip, he murmurs, ] My arty girlfriend.
[ Because she is just as wholesome as that sounds. ]
[ She finally 'relents' and instead moves over enough to fully face him, smooching him happily. It might be just them right now, but anyone could walk in - so she keeps in sweet. ]
Arty, huh? Sounds more like Jester's nickname for her god.
[ 'Girlfriend' is really nice to hear, because she knows it might be a little odd for people. Not for Fjord, though. He loves her all the same, and he gets and extra kiss for that. ]
[ Not that he was ever turned-on but he buries his face in the shoulder of Molly's dress and nuzzles his way down to the odd curve of a breast, almost forgetting it would be there for a moment. He's an easy man to please and squirms around on the couch so he can lie with Molly's chest as his pillow, half-slumped on her and impeding the embroidery. ]
[ Molly purrs again as Fjord wiggles around to nuzzle his face against her skin like an affectionate cat. When he finds her breast the purr becomes a chuckle, and even more so when he decides to use them as a pillow.
It does stop her from what she was doing, though, and she rolls her eyes. She probably deserved this, usually being the one instigating these cuddles when Fjord wasn't paying her enough attention.
[ She says, starting to play a little with his hair.
...the question is extremely out of left field and she huffs a laugh that gets stuck in her chest. ]
What? I mean... would you still be Fjord with all your personality or are you just a mindless cube? Because I don't think I would have fallen in love with that.
[ Chublove she shall have, cuddled with all the warmth he can provide despite Molly being twice as hot on default. He likes the fingers in his hair, toying with his bun. ]
But what if I ate so many burgers I became a Fjord-cube that got stuck slithering around the house? You would have to see my eyeballs floating around inside sadly, looking at you.
[ Which is stupidly funny, making himself snort. ]
[ Molly is a furnace and always will be, but it is the thought that counts. She runs her fingers through his hair, loosening a few grey strands to braid. ]
Well, I do not think you'd be able to get that fat, because I'm a horny bitch and you would get all your exercise. [ She laughs. ] But if you somehow became a cube like that, and wasn't acidic, I guess you'd give even better hugs.
[ Utterly comfortable as his yawns grow louder and he slumps where he is, Fjord mumbles against soft skin. His beard grazes softly over the curve of a breast and he noses under Molly's chin, lulled by the braiding of his hair. ]
[ He flinches when whapped, fighting the tail off with a waving arm as he stuffs his face in between those boobs and blows even harder, determined to drive Molly mad with tickles. ]
[ She squeaks at that, wriggling to get away and trying to fight back with pinches and more swats with her tail. Molly's laughing too hard to breathe, making the couch creak as she 'fights' her boyfriend. ]
[ But he relents after she's breathless, lifting his head up to plant a smiling kiss on her cheek. His arms slid around her middle and he gets comfortable again, nuzzling her jaw. ]
[ He tucks himself up at her side, curled there to completely ruin her hopes of embroidering the coat any further for as long as Fjord is her personal barnacle, hiding his face and with arms around her. ]
Tell me what you want to do when we go home. All the things.
[ She chuckles against him, nuzzling a brow and just being disgustingly domestic and cuddly. ]
I want to se all the places you guys went to. The house in Roshona. Caleb's Tower. Fuck, places like Rexxentrum and those, too. The carnival didn't go to the big cities.
[ Molly hums a bit, content. ]
I want to meet all the people you've all been friends with. I want to party again in Hupperdook...
[ She laughs softly. ]
I want to see Nicodranas. Marion... and the Nein Heroez. So road trip?
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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!
i.
What are you sewing that one for?
[ With a nod to her current design, although his gaze travels
to the ring of tattooed seaweed on her finger and warms his smile further. ]
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The fine, if calloused fingers are moving with ease through the red fake silk, blue moon-printed lining opened at the area she's working so that it will not be visible on that side when she's done.
The motif is a full red moon with a sliver of silver on the edge, the red moon woven with slightly different kinds of red floss to make it have depth. ]
I realized I had a lot of Catha on my coat but nothing of Ruidus, so I felt a little bad for it.
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Make a needle and thread so it can sew itself and you can kiss me.
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That would be something, wouldn't it?
[ She does put it down for a moment, though, and turns as much as she can with her horns and hips to kiss him. ]
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Nibbling on her lower lip, he murmurs, ] My arty girlfriend.
[ Because she is just as wholesome as that sounds. ]
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Arty, huh? Sounds more like Jester's nickname for her god.
[ 'Girlfriend' is really nice to hear, because she knows it might be a little odd for people. Not for Fjord, though. He loves her all the same, and he gets and extra kiss for that. ]
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[ Not that he was ever turned-on but he buries his face in the shoulder of Molly's dress and nuzzles his way down to the odd curve of a breast, almost forgetting it would be there for a moment. He's an easy man to please and squirms around on the couch so he can lie with Molly's chest as his pillow, half-slumped on her and impeding the embroidery. ]
Mmm, comfy.
[ A yawning kiss finds her collarbone. ]
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It does stop her from what she was doing, though, and she rolls her eyes. She probably deserved this, usually being the one instigating these cuddles when Fjord wasn't paying her enough attention.
She could probably take a nap. ]
Gods, you're heavy.
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[ Humming happily, his fingers brush the same spot on her side. ]
Would you still love me if I was a gelatinous cube?
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[ She says, starting to play a little with his hair.
...the question is extremely out of left field and she huffs a laugh that gets stuck in her chest. ]
What? I mean... would you still be Fjord with all your personality or are you just a mindless cube? Because I don't think I would have fallen in love with that.
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But what if I ate so many burgers I became a Fjord-cube that got stuck slithering around the house? You would have to see my eyeballs floating around inside sadly, looking at you.
[ Which is stupidly funny, making himself snort. ]
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Well, I do not think you'd be able to get that fat, because I'm a horny bitch and you would get all your exercise. [ She laughs. ] But if you somehow became a cube like that, and wasn't acidic, I guess you'd give even better hugs.
If you were acid, though? Sorry, love. Nope.
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I'd love you if you were acid.
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[ She says, gently weaving hair together. ]
...but I believe you would do everything in your power and beyond to turn me back in the first place. Just like I would do.
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[ Grinning into her boobs. ]
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[ Must be why he blows raspberries as he does so. ]
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Wet titties, wet titties!
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[ He flinches when whapped, fighting the tail off with a waving arm as he stuffs his face in between those boobs and blows even harder, determined to drive Molly mad with tickles. ]
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Help!
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[ But he relents after she's breathless, lifting his head up to plant a smiling kiss on her cheek. His arms slid around her middle and he gets comfortable again, nuzzling her jaw. ]
No mercy exists but mine.
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[ Molly deadpans and then leans her head for a light chomp on the bridge of his nose. ]
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[ He tucks himself up at her side, curled there to completely ruin her hopes of embroidering the coat any further for as long as Fjord is her personal barnacle, hiding his face and with arms around her. ]
Tell me what you want to do when we go home. All the things.
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[ She chuckles against him, nuzzling a brow and just being disgustingly domestic and cuddly. ]
I want to se all the places you guys went to. The house in Roshona. Caleb's Tower. Fuck, places like Rexxentrum and those, too. The carnival didn't go to the big cities.
[ Molly hums a bit, content. ]
I want to meet all the people you've all been friends with. I want to party again in Hupperdook...
[ She laughs softly. ]
I want to see Nicodranas. Marion... and the Nein Heroez. So road trip?
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