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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire meeeeeeee.
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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire meeeeeeee.
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire meeeeeeee.
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire meeeeeeee.
KOL BC I SAID I'D DO IT
4 u, this tag is p gross tw for the usual shit with compulsion
[ it's with the promise he'll leave him alone, forever that he somehow compels finn into doing this. snagging a random man off the street with nothing in his pocket and no one waiting for him at home, kol sits in a chair, chest leaning against the back as his arms fold over the top. pressing his chin on the back of his wrists, he yawns, finding himself a little dulled by finn's display of entertainment. he's hardly getting into it — kol had specifically compelled this man to entertain finn, showing him the wonders of the world niklaus has been responsible for sheltering from finn, and matt donovan for killing him the second time. despite being a thousand years old, his brother has barely lived or even explored the world, let alone himself. it's slightly out of spite he poaches on his brother's naivety, goading him as he does with all his mortal victims into doing deeds he would otherwise decline any invitation for — and sitting upon a chair with a man giving him a lapdance in his own home is one of them. ]
[ lifting his head, he shakes it, sighing exasperatedly, ] No, no, no. Finn, lets not look like a dead fish, shall we? Get into it a little before you rip out his jugular. [ before he rests his chin back against his arms, he shakes his head, disappointed, ] You're so very boring with your food.
i can't believe
[Kol's deal had earned him a broken neck at first, centuries old conditioning from Mikael's wrath and an eternity trapped in a coffin preventing him from ever getting comfortable in his own skin. It wasn't until Kol had drilled into his head that he would leave him alone forever that he'd relented and let Kol grab a man off the street. His skin had crawled as he sat himself in the chair Kol had picked out - an almost offensively gaudy number - and listened to his brother compelling the young man into "entertaining" him. His short time with Sage had been a walk through Mystic Falls, followed by dinner and drinks at the Grill, they'd hardly had time for Sage to explain where you put your hands when a handsome (and that's not something he thought he'd ever think) man is giving you a lapdance.]
[The whole situation is weird, and he's minutes from throwing the man off his lap and kicking him out of their home when Kol's taunting cuts through the air. His grip tightens on the armrest of the chair, the wood splintering beneath his fingertips. Eyes narrow in shi brother's direction.] Must you? [The tantalizing thought of Kol letting him live his immortal life in solitude is too much for Finn to throw it all away now. The hand that had cracked the chair comes up to grip the back of the gentleman's neck, pulling him down into a kiss that could really only be described as a meeting of teeth, more than anything.]
i can fly
[ and it surprises him finn even entertains the thought of amusing him. instead of sitting in his chair, as stiff as wood itself, he does move just a little, pliant beneath kol's fingers as he tries to mould him into something he will never, ever be, for nine hundred years being stuffed in a coffin has stunted his growth and his ability to adapt to the new cultures of the world. rather than look upon the man as a source of fun and reprieve from being stuffy and stuck up, he looks to him as though he is a lint upon the shoulder of his jacket. but it surprises kol he doesn't simply swipe the lint from where it sits on his otherwise flawless attire, fingers wrapping around the man's neck to draw him closer. ]
[ he does try to keep the laughter out of his voice, but he supposes it's best to bite down the i saw sage taught you a thing or two than let that beast fly free and ruin what he has so carefully orchestrated. ] You could at least pretend to enjoy it. [ he doesn't rest his chin back on his arms, now thoroughly ensnared by his brother's small bursts of spontaneity. his arms remain on the back of the chair, though, as he peers over it. ] They have feelings, you know.
but u can't touch the sky
[Now, as the plaything returns to his so-called dancing that's getting to the eldest more than he's willing to admit, does Finn recall that Kol had said something. Instead of taking the bait, in a rare moment of self-awareness from the Mikaelson who once planned to sacrifice his life to end the curse on their family, Finn manhandles the dancer and spins him around to display the fruit of his efforts to Kol. A hand holds his throat, the other on his thigh to spread his legs.] I've been aware of his feelings for the last few minutes, Kol. [Always too shy and ashamed to relish in his vampiric gifts or do anything but make love, Finn is finding himself starting to see why his siblings, or at least Kol, are who they are. It's addictive, the way he could crush the poor boy's throat with a light squeeze of his hand.]
[The veins under his eyes begin to return to prominence, the whites of his eyes giving way to the red once more.]
2 low
[ the red eyes are evident to kol, and he gets an incredible thrill in noting how his brother, for all his stupidity and dullness, is enjoying himself. let him deny it vehemently, kol has the proof right there within the red of his eyes. and it returns, the spark within finn that had been dying for decades finally flaring into an unstoppable inferno that will hopefully burn away his boringness for good. kol grins, almost giddy on the fact that he is the one to pull finn from his stupidity of wishing to be good and unlike the monster he truly is. ]
[ he leans back, lifting his arm to gesture toward his brother and his pet. ] Then you should show him how you feel! [ kol notes how his brother is on the precipice of falling from his pedestal. he knows he'll teeter to only remain upon it, but he wishes to be the one to push him. and so he does, fingers against his back on this metaphorical cliff, as he accomplishes not even what klaus, the great and terrible hybrid, has been able to achieve. as if he requires further goading, it's with a smug smile he says, ] Don't be so predictable, Finn.
cory...
surprise bitch, bet you never thought i'd get to this!
[ after being greeted home with nail scratches embedded so deeply in the front door of his apartment, cory's confirmed the previously dead kate argent is back. and he suspects if she can't catch derek, a wolf not even his own little brother can hunt successfully, then she'll take it out on him. he's always been an easier target — easier to rile, easier to track, easier to make everyone believe he's dead. ]
[ he doesn't bother with the usual trying to stir her up by being overly flirtatious and blunt in his messages. things with natalie are weird, at best. he can always smell her on him. ]
At rehearsal?
i forgot i made this comment??
Natalie is, by all accounts, a good girl with mostly good intentions. She is at the top of the class, an uncertified genius, ready to bust out of this town with her ex-turned-best-friend Henry at her side. When mom left and it was just her and dad in that big, echoey house, it was difficult to fill the spaces, but they soon learned how to cope. Natalie herself has learned to turn on the light and bring some levity to the situation.
Which, perhaps, might go hand in hand with getting in touch with that oft-suppressed darker nature of hers. Whatever she has going on with Cory has been under the radar for quite some time now, though it's difficult to mask the dumb grin on her face whenever they get into their usual texting conversations. Today, she's just leaving piano lessons, deciding to walk instead of taking her car. ]
Leaving piano right now. what's up?
shot thru the heart.
[ and there's always that habit of hers where she decides to swing by his place, even though it's a little out of the way. ]
Don't come over.
[ it'd be easier to write don't come near me, but that'd earn about ten more questions than this stupid text will. ]
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Of course, Natalie does tend to function like clockwork. Perhaps it is no more obsessive than the way she constructs her own life.
The change makes her pause, adjusting the strap of her bag and peering curiously at her phone. Her mouth wrinkles and she begins to type her response. ]
Wtf why?
Are you ok?
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[ the concise texts are often saved for derek. leave me alone. i don't care. fuck off. derek may have ensured cory found the members of the pack that had taken care of him for the six years he was presumed dead, but he had ditched him, breaking his promise they'd be a family again the moment someone from beacon hills cried jaguar wolf. it's because of lydia he even knows kate's alive. and it's because of the banshee he knows she's in town. ]
[ but it's easier to deter natalie if he's not giving her a text full of detail, of any emotion she can pick up. it's the latter he's been good at stripping away from his own messages. it's the former he's made a habit of giving her without realising it. one word, three letters — it's better than not replying at all. ]
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Are you busy or do you just not want to see me?
[ It isn't meant to be a sensitive message. She just wants a straight answer from him, something beyond three letters. Her feet stay planted on the ground as she gently rests her bag next to her canvas sneakers. ]
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Look, there's no point in coming over.
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Fine. I'm going home if you don't want to hang out.
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[ it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't. explaining it to someone outside of beacon hills who doesn't know the hale name and the tragedy tied to it is something he's torn about — he wants to remain anonymous within a town that doesn't look at him with pity and he wants to sometimes push her so far away by revealing he's hunted like a wolf by people who are difficult to even begin explaining. it's easier to depend on the former, given it requires little digging and truth-telling. ]
I'll see you in a week.
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why can't you come over?
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[ he's incredulous. he pushes her away and she chooses to pull him in instead. where he thinks a week is a good buffer — derek will eventually hear news of kate loitering around his kid brother — he hadn't expected her to be even warm to the idea of him lingering. ]
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[ As minor as the admission is, it doesn't sit well in her stomach because she doesn't often let on that she actually wants someone to come in closer. ]
clarke.