( call me out )

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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire meeeeeeee.

♛ these are characters i kind of feel like playing so yip yip. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! pls to not be leaving the comment blank bc i need inspiration so scenario it up or pretentiously pic me! will do sfw and nsfw bc i'm a lil' buzzed. ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! idfc help me get my mojo back! ♛ i edited the fuck outta this meme but yeah break the rules if you want someone else but these are the dudes i can at least remember the name of in my slightly buzzed state, namaste. sorry some of my icons are lame but what are you gonna do man what are you gonna do. ♛ thanks for helping me out i love you ♥ meme code.

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KOL BC I SAID I'D DO IT

[collarboned]

I FEEL WEIRD ABOUT LEAVING IT UNLINKED SO HERE IS UR NSFW GIF

4 u, this tag is p gross tw for the usual shit with compulsion

[unpredict]

[ so, shit in new orleans is kind of boring for a boy who often likes fun. if there's no entertainment to be had, there's no kol — and, honestly, finn's the best source of it, now that he's resurrected and all. it's only fair he ensures his older brother is fun, isn't it? don't mundane people come to new orleans for adventure? it's only fair if he provides — and it's only fair he tutors finn in the arts of entertainment. ]

[ 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

[collarboned]

[Nine hundred years locked away with no reprieve like Kol is a perfectly valid reason to lack any sense of fun, especially once Kol had reminded him of Sage's fate on the Other Side. Their mother's spell had barely worn off when Kol had thrown it in his face, laughing at his pain and narrowly avoiding the crystal tumbler thrown at his face.]

[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

[unpredict]

[ must he? well, yes, considering he has had to suffer years of loneliness as he hadn't lived up to the criteria to be invited into the little breakfast club of always and forever. he must torment the only naive brother of his, the other two requiring a little more work and thought to be applied to his strategy before he implements bringing niklaus and elijah to their knees. rebekah's too simple — throw a good-looking boy her way and let nature take its course in ripping her heart out. not interfering in his sister's life, but simply sitting back and watching it fall apart usually provides the best entertainment for kol. ]

[ 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

[collarboned]

[Finn relents before too long, easing the kiss into something far more languid and boring than the clash of teeth it had been previously. Kol's taunting goes ignored as the slower, less violent style plays more to his strengths, even as their victim slowly grinds himself against Finn's leg in an attempt to follow the orders of Kol's compulsion. Eventually, Finn breaks the kiss and all but ignores the intake of breath from the man seated in his lap to stare at his brother. Unbeknown to Finn himself, the red of his eye recedes as he keeps from pulling the man (they should have really obtained a name, before they pulled him into this game) into another kiss.]

[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

[unpredict]

[ finn's fuck is how kol regards him. it's better to leave names out of the game — makes it a little less personal. he often enjoys playing with his food, but he dislikes having to take it out for a nice date before he gets to truly enjoy it. perhaps that is where the true monster within him lies. if he's to ask for a name, it tickles his humanity, and kol never laughs when tickled. ]

[ 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.