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Forum-Index → Roleplay → The MallWelp. The only thing left to do was commit to the bit. She could crash and burn in an alternate universe. This was. Fine.
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My current RP work:
Sobble scratches his head, maybe making himself anxious would work but yet again that wouldn't have good outcomes.
"Man that was pretty yummy, I should get more of these. I can't find anything though."
CW: brief mentions of drinking, a few kisses and cuddling, questioning of feelings. Nothing explicit, nothing excessive. Just your typical hs drama. This is headcanon lore and is not 1000% necessary to the Mall story, so if you are easily offended, id recommend skipping.
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Matty had always believed herself to
be straight. She had only kissed a girl twice, and it wasn't as if
it had ever meant something. Lavender loved dragging her to
parties, where she would inevitably have too mich to drink, and
then do stupid things. And sensible Matilda would, of course, keep
her head and clean it up. It was one such party that Lavender had
kissed her out of the blue. Matty had played off the stares, making
some quip about being so drunk to mistake your best friend for your
boyfriend, but the new interest she got from guys didn't escape her
notice. Apparently, kissing another girl was hot. But her friend
didn't even remember it the next day. Whatever, Matty could put it
behind her. She totally didn't have confusingly intrusive thoughts
for the next two weeks.
They were just friends. Case in point, at the next party, someone broke out the cards, and they were all playing Texas Hold'em, donning bad American accents. A sloppy Lavender was perched on her lap, all of them crammed into their circle, playing in pairs because there were so many of them. It was totally normal.
"We're going to win!" Lavender had slurred, leaning back into Matty.
"Are you?" Even after a month of dating, Matty and Nigel had maintained their decade-long friendship. He raised an eyebrow jokingly, a shrewd glint in his eye.
"No. She's so drunk, she's got no clue what she's talking about. I've been putting the cards down. I'd be impressed if Lav has even been aware of the last five hands." She laughed, shifting her weight, to draw another card.
"Matty always wins." Lavender closed her eyes, content, leaning her head against Matty's shoulder.
"Yeah, because I'm usually the only one sober enough to bluff." She shot back.
The lighting was strange, and cast a pink glow on her cheeks. Her thoughts were totally on the poker game.
Lavender had fallen asleep, and Matilda had to haul her back to her flat. Thankfully, carrying a 90 pound girl in her arms wasn't the hardest thing in the world. Is was just the crap she mumbled in her sleep that made it difficult.
But they were both straight, so it was fine.
Lavender had kissed her once more, also drunk. Yes, perhaps her friend partied a little too hard, but she also maintained her 3.9 GPA, so everyone was happy. It was right before Matty had left for grad school. Lavender had dragged her out for a last hurrah, and had convinced her to have a sip with her. Matty indulged the one time, figuring she deserved it. Lav was drunkenly joking about the hot older boyfriend Matty was going to pick up in a lab, and then all of the sudden...
They hadn't had time to talk about it.
But it was fine.
Matty had dated before. Nigel and Tommy had both been sweet, and her firsts with them had been special and fun. She had never found the need to go all the way. Her intellectual mind made it strange, and an almost clinical experience, analytical overdrive being the side effect.
They were just friends. Case in point, at the next party, someone broke out the cards, and they were all playing Texas Hold'em, donning bad American accents. A sloppy Lavender was perched on her lap, all of them crammed into their circle, playing in pairs because there were so many of them. It was totally normal.
"We're going to win!" Lavender had slurred, leaning back into Matty.
"Are you?" Even after a month of dating, Matty and Nigel had maintained their decade-long friendship. He raised an eyebrow jokingly, a shrewd glint in his eye.
"No. She's so drunk, she's got no clue what she's talking about. I've been putting the cards down. I'd be impressed if Lav has even been aware of the last five hands." She laughed, shifting her weight, to draw another card.
"Matty always wins." Lavender closed her eyes, content, leaning her head against Matty's shoulder.
"Yeah, because I'm usually the only one sober enough to bluff." She shot back.
The lighting was strange, and cast a pink glow on her cheeks. Her thoughts were totally on the poker game.
Lavender had fallen asleep, and Matilda had to haul her back to her flat. Thankfully, carrying a 90 pound girl in her arms wasn't the hardest thing in the world. Is was just the crap she mumbled in her sleep that made it difficult.
But they were both straight, so it was fine.
Lavender had kissed her once more, also drunk. Yes, perhaps her friend partied a little too hard, but she also maintained her 3.9 GPA, so everyone was happy. It was right before Matty had left for grad school. Lavender had dragged her out for a last hurrah, and had convinced her to have a sip with her. Matty indulged the one time, figuring she deserved it. Lav was drunkenly joking about the hot older boyfriend Matty was going to pick up in a lab, and then all of the sudden...
They hadn't had time to talk about it.
But it was fine.
Matty had dated before. Nigel and Tommy had both been sweet, and her firsts with them had been special and fun. She had never found the need to go all the way. Her intellectual mind made it strange, and an almost clinical experience, analytical overdrive being the side effect.
And Calmia...
Well, there was something magnetic about Calmia. She wasn't afraid to be herself, wasn't afraid to be smart, to be logical, to be enthusiastic, to be protective, to be... queer.
Matty admired that.
Matty was kind of... attracted to that.
Yet there was a stubborn part of her that feared Calmia would reject her, that she'd see the masquerading straight girl down below, and expose her bit by bit. Matty couldn't be gay. But she was feeling something. But she was appropriating Calmia's identity. Was she messing around? Yes? No?
These feelings terrified her.
"That's a very reassuring answer," she said, impressed at how steady her voice was.
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My current RP work:
Calmia laughed quietly, smiling brightly. A light blush dusted her cheeks.
"You're cute too?"
She nodded.
"Yeah. You're really cool."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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She couldn't be talking about Matty... could she?
Yeah no, she needed clarification on that one. And she wouldn't mind hearing Calmia say it again...
"Really?" Matty replied, her voice soft and tinged with a mixture of disbelief and a hint of delight.
She blinked up at Calmia, her gaze meeting the other girl's with a combination of surprise and something else she couldn't quite put into words. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her thoughts whirled as she tried to come to terms with the fact that Calmia seemed to be reciprocating the sentiments she had been grappling with herself.
But she needed to be polite. Didn't want Calmia thinking she was rude and arrogant now, hmm?
"I... thank you," Matty stammered, her voice a bit shaky as she tried to express her gratitude.
Her usual analytical mind was failing her in this moment, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. But that was nothing new with Calmia. Ohmygosh, she really had said all of that out loud. And it was working. Somehow.
As Matty's interactions with Calmia continued to unfold, her mind became a battleground of swirling emotions and confounding questions. The very foundation of her understanding of herself was being shaken, and the more she contemplated her feelings, the more she found herself caught in a tumultuous sea of uncertainty. The label "gay" seemed both daunting and alluring, carrying with it a sense of clarity she had never experienced before, while simultaneously stirring up an overwhelming fear of misrepresentation and appropriation.
She questioned her own motives and intentions, wondering if her attraction to Calmia was genuine or if she was simply projecting her desires onto a captivating personality. The fear of being the "worst kind of straight person" haunted her, echoing in the recesses of her thoughts like a relentless whisper. She scrutinized her past experiences, replaying every interaction with Nigel and Tommy, wondering if her feelings for Calmia were genuine or if she was merely trying to fit into a newfound identity. Her only experience was with Lavender.
It really didn't count.
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My current RP work:
Sobble looks at the curry tin and smells the curry in it.
"I'll save some for later." Sobble puts it back in his bag.
Hello, fellow humans(or whatever you identify as)! This is SomeJohnDoe(Call me Doe!)
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My Cave(?)
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Hello, fellow humans(or whatever you identify as)! This is SomeJohnDoe(Call me Doe!)
Pfp was made by @Iridescent_Paradox!
My Cave(?)
My Shop!