( 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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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.