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OH GOD, THAT KIND OF HELP.
OH GOD, THAT KIND OF HELP.
hi because I'm silly and impulsive I've moved Malia here π€
hi because I'm silly and impulsive I've moved Malia here π€

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hi because I'm silly and impulsive I've moved Malia here π€
hi because I'm silly and impulsive I've moved Malia here π€
debating on changing my url but at what cost
delilah;
βI HONESTLY COULDNβT EVERΒ give a shit about what McKenzie has to say. Nothing worthy ever comes out of her mouth, itβs all garbage. Why do we still watch these?β Honestly, they were a guilty pleasure when something needed to be on the background, and she liked seeing how destructive other people could be with their own lives. It made her feel just a little bit better about hers. Maybe her life wasnβt so insane compared to them. But then again, she also wasnβt earning money to have an insane life. Breath hitched as she felt her roll over, unused to the proximity. Scratch that β she was more than used to it, but she still got those first-time jitters and starstruck jolts of energy coursing through her.Β βWhat if I disagree? Youβre more than welcome to shove my hand in your hair and other places, if you wanted the reassurance that it was fineΒ with me.βΒ
Brow arched as she looked down to meet her gaze,Β βI like having chaos on in the background, but Iβd much rather doΒ other things with you. I donβt think I could knit but maybe we can throw ourselves down the stairs and see what bone breaks first. That could be fun, wouldnβt it? I mean β not for me, Iβd be a cripple but youβd heal pretty quickly.β Tips of her wandering fingers were subtly slipping underneath her shirt, travelling towards her lower back.Β
"WE DON'T. We put it on because we don't have to pay attention to it. So we can do other things." Being used to not giving annoying people the time of day unless she absolutely had to, McKenzie's near tear filled rants could be tuned out in favor of focusing on Delilah instead. She didn't have a ear-splitting voice and it was worth mentioning that she was a lot prettier. Reality stars seemed to think that permanent duck lips and asses that looked like diapers were hot and they were sorely mistaken. "Am I?" Malia arches an eyebrow at the invitation.
Malia had no interest in actually throwing herself down the stairs. What she was interested in were the sneaky little fingers making their way across her skin. Subtly wasn't Malia's strong suit. "So, were you going to take my shirt off at some point?" Grabbing a hold of Delilah's wrist, Malia slides her hand further up her shirt. "Or did you want me to pretend not to notice so you can keep playing with it and talking about being a cripple?"
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DELILAHΒ·:
LIPS PURSED IN THOUGHT, brows arching as she considered the brunetteβs words. Was it that long? It didnβt feel that long.Β βMaybe so. I donβt really mind it. Do you?β Delilah wasnβt the most affectionate person in the world and she didnβt particularly like being in the embrace of another. Blame it on her parents and their lack of, well, parenting. She didnβt grow up with love, at least not the type of love she could tell everyone else had. And it was embarrassing for her to recoil and the most simplest of affection. Yet here she was, comfortably and happily melting in the warm embrace of Malia.Β βUnnecessarily long can be our always,β she teased and tightened her hold on purpose, mischievous grin forming over her lips.
"OKAY, THAT'S DEFINITELY TOO LONG." just as she goes to pull away, Delilah's arms are pulling her closer, leaving Malia with her hands up as if she's been caught stealing something. This was a new development to say the least. Malia liked to believe that she was't an affectionate person. Pretending that physical contact was beneath her seemed easier than admitting that she could be clingy. Sometimes she wanted to be held too. So yes, sometimes she invaded people's personal space to the point where they questioned if she had boundaries. Before she was a coyote she was a girl, a girl who just wanted a damn hug every once in awhile without it being weird. "Quote another stupid teen movie again, and this'll be our last unnecessarily long hug. Got that?"
DELILAHΒ·:
βOH, YOU MISSED ME?β teasing remark fell from soft petals, slender digits gripping the dart as she eyed the board from a distance. Sometimes catching up meant hanging out in bars they wouldβve never stepped foot in and pretending that a game of darts was enjoyable. The only thing that wouldβve made it the slightest bit entertaining was getting to aim that people, gross people. Preferably the weirdo thatβd been eyeing them for the past hour. He wasnβt subtle, and neither was she in shooting glares his way. She may have been tiny but she packed a lot of fire and wouldnβt hesitate to throw hands.Β βAre you just saying that to distract me so youβll win?β Narrowing her gaze at her, she pursed her lips and further studied the board. Maybe itβd be better if she werenβt so short, and she was taking her sweet time β to the point where she could tell Malia was getting impatient.Β βI think corny could suit you. I mean, Iβve never seen it on you, but ββ and then she chucked the dart, watching it hit the center. Ah. Unbeatable.
"IF I WANTED TO DISTRACT YOU, I could do a lot better than using my words." The odds were definitely already in her favorβshe was arguably a better shot than Del, or anyone in this dump, she'd put good money on that. Or dirty money, since hustling bordered the lines of legality. What definitely wasn't legal was decking the guy who couldn't keep his eyes off of them. Let's see how hard he could stare at them with two black eyes. But Mal was going to be on her best behavior tonight. At least when it came to violence. She could do a little trash talk, maybe a little playing dirty if she felt threatened enough. In order to get this creep off their backs, she could, and would, linger closer to Delilah. As the other girl takes her shot, Malia stands inches behind her, chin resting on her shoulder.
Admittedly, seeing the dart hit the dead center of the board pokes at her pride, but it's nothing Malia can't handle. "Hm. Good shot. Too bad your other ones won't even get close to that." Patting Delilah on the hip, Malia's voice drops, low and mellifluous. "You know what else would look good on me?" Digits toy with the hem of Delilah's top, fingertips brushing by "mere coincidence" underneath. A grin splits across Malia's face, lips nearly brushing against the shell of Delilah's ear. "The title of "winner"."
Her fingers still linger for a moment as she takes a step back. Leaning against an unused pool table, Malia folds her arms across her chest, "So hurry up so I can take my turn."
DELILAHΒ·:
CERULEAN DISCS GLANCED DOWNΒ as Maliaβs head laid over her lap and she couldnβt help but smile. Theyβd been binge-watching some trashy reality T.V. but sheβd been in and out of sleep that she wasnβt really paying attention.Β βDo you even have to ask?β voice was soft as her hands shifted to thread through soft locks, abstract movements brushing through and swirling at the ends.Β βI like playing with your hair,β she added nonchalantly, making sure to reach her scalp and slightly massage.Β βAre you even paying attention to this show? Because Iβm not, not really.β There was something better for her to focus on. One hand snaked down from her head and over her neck, shoulders, and then trailing over the curves of her side. Pearls bit down on her bottom lip as she watched the pads of nimble digits brush over the slightest exposed skin on her hips and she began to trace to small, abstract shapes.Β βThis is gonna sound lame but I enjoy being a boring, old couple with you. You know, like, staying in.β
TRUTH BE TOLD Malia had stopped paying attention to the show after the third pointless fight where no one had the guts to swing on the other. Everyone just did a lot of yelling and talking about kicking each other's asses, but no one actually tried. How Delilah got any sleep between the high pitched screeching and overly dramatic music was beyond Malia. She could feela migraine coming on, hence the reason she asked for her hair to be played with. "I could tell." Comforted by gentle fingers in the roots of her hair, Malia's eyes flutter shut. She shuffles around, letting out a content sigh. "When McKenzie told everyone she was seeing Michael again even though he cheats on her all the time, you didn't even gasp." Rolling onto her side, Malia slips an arm around Delilah's waist, her face buried into her stomach. "I know I don't have to ask, but I figured it'd be better than me shoving your hand into my hair."
Not sure that Delilah can hear her, she lifts her head up, chin resting on her thigh as she peers up at her. "We don't have to watch this you know, we could do something else that's old couple-y. Maybe we can try knitting. Or arguing. Or falling down stairs and breaking our hips."
Shelley Hennig photographed by Ashley Olah for Office Beauty.
iβve been seeing a lot of people recently complaining about losing motivation to role play / feeling super ooc / or losing the will to write. canon muses or ocβs alike, people have been down in some creative dump everywhere. and i feel like that itβs time that i said something. iβve given advice to some of the people iβve seen but the number keeps growing so i figure iβd make a post about this:
i have been rping for 12+ years now. when i started i didnβt have a care in the world. i was doing what i wanted to do. but then i did start caring about my portrayal and what i was doing. i wanted to do the best i could and shovel out as much as i can. i wanted to try and give my fans what they wanted to see.
this is a huge mistake. and i didnβt really learn it until just a few months ago.
iβve noticed that i tend to feel ooc the most when iβm pushing too hard. when iβve been going for too long or when i force myself to do more than i can. i used to try and reply to things daily. i used to cry a lot because i would get so stressed about being accurate. which admittedly, is both good and bad. it shows that you care about what youβre doing and thatβs good, but at the same time a hobby shouldnβt force you to be down in such a drastic low.
if you start to feel that you canβt write as well, stop. if you start to feel ooc, stop. if you start to feel like youβre doing too much, stop. it doesnβt mean that you have to stop completely by any means! but just donβt do anything. your brain is done. you donβt want to write anymore. you donβt want to role play. your body, your mind, even if itβs subconscious, wants to do something else.
does that mean youβre done forever? no. does that mean youβre actually ooc? absolutely not. it just means that you have lost the luster for that specific day. you can always come back later when you want to role play. when you want to write. i donβt mean take a break. because i know that doesnβt help everyone and it often leads to people never coming back. but, when you feel that you canβt do anything else but write / role play / die without getting a headcanon down on a post, thatβs when you need to come back. when that urge or that desire or that muse hits you.
tl ; dr βΒ Β if youβre feeling unmotivated for whatever reason, donβt force yourself to keep going. that will make you want to rp less. do it when your mind and body wants you to, and youβll find yourself twice as motivated as you were before. even if that means not being online for two weeks.

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