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call me out || september 2018
Call Me Out.
☆ What it says on the tin! Use the buttons on the left to navigate.
☆ Click the CHARACTERS button for who I'm most excited to play, but feel free to request from my muselist if you don't mind slightly slower tags!
☆ My RP WISHLIST is also available if you don't have anything in mind that you want to play.
☆ Other favorite PROMPTS are also available! Good old memes to fall back on.
☆ Leave a top-level with a starter, or just slam in and have me write on! If you're not picky on who you get to play with, just go for it and I'll come up with something, fingerguns.
☆ Click the CHARACTERS button for who I'm most excited to play, but feel free to request from my muselist if you don't mind slightly slower tags!
☆ My RP WISHLIST is also available if you don't have anything in mind that you want to play.
☆ Other favorite PROMPTS are also available! Good old memes to fall back on.
☆ Leave a top-level with a starter, or just slam in and have me write on! If you're not picky on who you get to play with, just go for it and I'll come up with something, fingerguns.
Characters.
& the rest by request
Anastasia
★★★★★
Dice Arisugawa
★★★★★
Impey Barbicane
★★★★★
Jae-ha
★★★★★
Lili An
★★★★★
Baren Kumou
★★★★☆
Hifumi Izanami
★★★★☆
Tenka Kumou
★★★★☆
Chiaki Morisawa
★★★☆☆
Count Saint-Germaine
★★★☆☆
Katsuki Bakugou
★★★☆☆
& the rest by request
Wishlist.
SHIPPY ☐ someone please reject one of my characters i'll pay you $20
☐ i'd also pay for a breakup thread
☐ then the awkward trying to be friends after
☐ OR timeskip a few years 'but i'm still in love with you'
☐ arranged marriage would be the best thanks
☐ 2/3rds of this chart are fair game (i'm too weak for horny,,)
☐ any sappy morning prompt
☐ slow dancing, i love dancing threads
☐ crazy rich (possibly royal?) wedding
☐ even being stressed but getting ready for weddings
☐ soulmate shit, i love literally all soulmate shit
☐ sparring that leads to makeouts thanks
☐ dumb puppy love
☐ fwbs getting feelings
☐ long distance texting
'dana you've played some of these already' what's your point!!!
NOT EXPLICITLY SHIPPY ☐ pillow fort would be adorable
☐ hey we're neighbors now but you're a fuckin weirdo
☐ i also love platonic soulmates thanks
☐ wingman antics
☐ bucket list antics
☐ characters playing bad party games is always a fav like
☐ fuck, marry, kill
☐ truth or drink
☐ stargazing
☐ camping or glamping
☐ sad goodbyes
☐ reunions (possibly with game cr?)
☐ i'd also pay for a breakup thread
☐ then the awkward trying to be friends after
☐ OR timeskip a few years 'but i'm still in love with you'
☐ arranged marriage would be the best thanks
☐ 2/3rds of this chart are fair game (i'm too weak for horny,,)
☐ any sappy morning prompt
☐ slow dancing, i love dancing threads
☐ crazy rich (possibly royal?) wedding
☐ even being stressed but getting ready for weddings
☐ soulmate shit, i love literally all soulmate shit
☐ sparring that leads to makeouts thanks
☐ dumb puppy love
☐ fwbs getting feelings
☐ long distance texting
'dana you've played some of these already' what's your point!!!
☐ hey we're neighbors now but you're a fuckin weirdo
☐ i also love platonic soulmates thanks
☐ wingman antics
☐ bucket list antics
☐ characters playing bad party games is always a fav like
☐ fuck, marry, kill
☐ truth or drink
☐ stargazing
☐ camping or glamping
☐ sad goodbyes
☐ reunions (possibly with game cr?)
Meme Prompts.
These are other favs in case your wishlist and mine don't line up!
★ Caught in the Rain
★ Intimate Bathing
★ Morning After
★ Pocky Game
★ Body Heat
★ Insomnia
★ Random Scenario
★ Flower Message
★ Caught in the Rain
★ Intimate Bathing
★ Morning After
★ Pocky Game
★ Body Heat
★ Insomnia
★ Random Scenario
★ Flower Message
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she has a point.
he seems to shrug a little bit, conceding her point. yeah, that was more great than gross and as if in silent thank you he'll press a kiss to her temple and then not saying a damn thing about it otherwise]
It's somewhere between cute and naive that you think you can convince me that you're capable of anything domestic ever - even if you wanted to, which you don't.
[and then like that he's gonna lift her off his lap and give her a push back onto her feet to get up.
but it's not like he minds literally any of this??? he'll get out of bed too, grabbing a pair of sweatpants to put on so that they make one lazy fucking outfit between the two of them. he's making the bed before he feeds her though, thanks]
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And you're just fucking Male Martha Stewart, aren't you?
[ There's no malice in how she says it. If anything it's punctuated with the slightest bit of affection. ]
For the record I can cook just fine. My stupid sisters are fat and alive, aren't they? They didn't come out of the womb knowing how to use a stove.
[ And with that she wanders out of the room and towards the kitchen, yelling down the hallway as she does so he can hear her. ]
If you find my underwear in those sheets bring them with you!
[ A long shot, because she's pretty sure they were gone before she ever stepped foot into his bedroom. ]
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Mac and cheese isn't the fine cuisine you think it is, dumbass! And put the cereal back where you found it!!
[EVERYTHING HAS A PLACE IN THIS HOUSE, OKAY. But also yeah, he doesn't even fucking try to look for her damn underwear because he also knows for a fact that it absolutely did not make it inside the bedroom. Only once his bed is neatly fixed from whatever raunchy antics they got up to does he actually go to follow her.]
I ate you out on the couch to trade once we got inside, didn't I - did you check the living room? Maybe you flung it somewhere.
[this is perfectly fine conversation as he goes to the fridge to get eggs]
If my sister finds a thong laying around I'm not going to hear the end of it, so you better fucking locate it before she does.
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Obviously, that was the first place I looked.
[ Her feet swing against the counter in an almost childish way. She's in rare form, looking and acting much more like her age than she does usually. ]
What? Don't tell me your sister doesn't know you bring people back here and and take em' to pound town.
[ She can live with never finding her underwear if it means Baren gets yelled at honestly. ]
Besides! You're the one who didn't wanna' come back to my place.
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[For the record: Baren has never been to Zero's place. He is just by default assuming that his place is nicer.
But he moves in his own kitchen like he's working on autopilot - which he sort of is. It's natural for him to cook meals for two, even though the second person is often his sister. But it means he doesn't have to think too hard about serving sizes, bringing out extra ingredients to make omelettes apparently.
Though he will reach into the cupboard to fix the cereal before Zero ruins his fruit loops like she ruins everything else.]
And how much my sister knows about my life sounds a lot like none of your business.
[... said just as easily as anything else though - Baren's tendency to keep secrets sure is a thing.]
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Zero, to her credit, brushes it off. Shrugging and watching him work with an amused smile. ]
Whatever– if and when she finds my panties, let her know they were a parting gift from me, will you?
[ She pulls her legs up so that she can shift and sit cross-legged on the counter. ]
You know.. you sure are cagey for someone who just offered to make breakfast for their bootycall. If I was someone who thought about this kind of shit more, these would be some pretty mixed signals.
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[She's still.
So gross.
And he ages about 20 years in 2 seconds from that first comment and he makes sure that she can hear it in his voice.
... meanwhile, the rest of it makes him laugh - the grin spreading on his face spun from sheer entertainment.]
You think I'd make you breakfast if I thought there was a chance in hell you'd actually put any stock in it? Please. [god he's such a dick. but he pauses in cutting up some veggies just to place a finger underneath her chin, tilting her face toward him so he can claim another kiss, soft despite the following words:] Do me a favor and stay as you are - so I can trust you'll sooner kill me than fall in love with me.
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Before he can slip away fully, she grips either side of his face, pulling him closer– nails digging into his skin ever so slightly. ]
God, what are you? A fucking cartoon villain? Who talks like that.
[ She swipes her thumb across his lip, pulling him even closer, until there is but a sliver of space between them. ]
But yeah, sure whatever– just say the word and I'll end you anywhere and any way you want. And all I ask in return is that you knock it off with this cutesty bullshit. I've already got blueballs and I've only been awake for an hour.
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Unfortunately for all parties involved, Baren's gaze lights up with interest at that - a grin pulling at the corner of his lips even as he lets his hands fall on either side of her onto the counter. He lets her pull him in, leaning the rest of the way in to contribute to the limited space between them.]
Are you kidding me? 'Cook for me, Baren. Fuck me, Baren.' Can't you make up your mind?
[it's such a blessing that the stove isn't even on or else their eggies would be burned
But despite his taunting, he's apparently content to give her some of what she wants - he kisses her again, no softness and all heat and teeth. One hand rises up to the back of her head, fingers curling into her hair with a grip that dances on the edge of being just a little bit too tight - and his other hand moves to press against her crossed legs, encouraging them to open so he can enter the space between them.]
i wrote this in class i am braver than any us marine
you're welcome. ]
That's what I fucking thought.
[ It's a growl that fades into a gasp. Zero parts her legs and opens her mouth, hands moving to tug his pants down. Her palms touch, press and guide, legs wrapped around his waist as her arms come up to wrap around his neck.
The counter shakes, and any sounds Zero might make are muffled by the warmth of his mouth. They're in the thick of it, when a ringtone echoes quietly from the living room where Zero's cellphone lays discarded. A specific ringtone, one she'd specially picked for someone specific. Her eyes widen, and she pushes him away. ]
Shit– get out!
[ Yeah, not get off. Get out.
Zero hops off the counter and all but sprints and dives for her phone.]
Hello? Is everything okay?
[ She's silent for a moment as the person on the other end speaks, and then the concern on her face gives away to mild annoyance. ]
You called just for that? No– no, I'm not mad... I miss you too. You having a good time?
[ Yeah, it's gonna be awhile. ]
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but to baren's credit he's shoved off very easily, remarkably obedient for 0.2 seconds when it counts. he doesn't even bother to be annoyed as he's pulling his pants up and watching her rush off to her phone, eavesdropping only because if it's an emergency he's probably gonna just toss his keys at her to take his car—
but it's not so he can keep pretending that he wasn't paying attention at all. it's not really his business.
so he goes back to making two omelettes and flipping through news articles on his phone like he's a 60 year old man in a millenial's body, doing the equivalent of reading the morning paper.
however long it takes for her to be done with her call, he turns an omelette over and yawns]
Am I shoving yours in a tupperware to go or what.
[the honest to shit most roundabout way of asking if everything's okay]
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[ She wanders back into the kitchen, patting his cheek facetiously as she walks past him before taking a seat back on the kitchen counter because who needs dining tables am I right?
She holds out her hands expectantly, awaiting the plate of food that he's in the process of delivering to her. ]
Just had some business to take care of, now gimme!
[ I'm assuming he gives her her food, if he doesn't assume she snatched it from him anyway. Anyway, in-between a mouthful of eggs, she manages– ]
.. Don't tell me Mister None of Your Business actually gave a fuck about something happening in someone else's life for half a second.
[ FYI she is absolutely talking with her mouth full. ]
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anyway Baren answers that without even missing a beat as he puts his food on his own plate - ]
Normally I don't, but for you? It seems like I'm making an exception.
[if it's possible to make a distinctly bitchy gesture with a fork, he's making it]
And tomorrow I'll ask to meet your family, because they ought to get a say when I plan our dream island wedding. It's already a given that we're going to have that white picket house with two to three kids and a dog, though - so no takebacks!
[ . . . .
his nose wrinkles]
Don't get stupid ideas in your head. You're better than that, at least.
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As if– I'd divorce your sorry ass before you ever had a chance to pump a baby into me!
[ She wrinkles her nose, and then sticks out her tongue in distaste. ]
Ugh, I bet you'd make big fat babies with giant heads. My lady parts wouldn't be able to snap back into shape after just one of them, forget three.
[ She's very put off by Baren's facetious hypothetical. ]
I get it, you're a cold, soulless husk of a man.
[ She walks over to him, stands on her toes, and plants a very big, wet, loud and un-sexy kiss on his cheek. And then she shoves a whole piece of bacon into her mouth. ]
You're such a fucking baby sometimes, it's almost cute.
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I'd ask you to wash the dishes but you'd probably still leave them greasy, so I won't bother.
[his neatfreak tendencies just won't accept it]
Everything else you said is probably true though - and don't you forget it.
[this is like actively plotting against a future together and for some reason they're both okay with it]
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Hey! I'm sensitive there, asshole– watch it.
[ She pushes past him so she can go spelunking into his fridge again and pull out a gallon of orange juice (which she drinks directly from). ]
Just watch–
[ She wipes her mouth with the sleeve of his borrowed shirt, draping her arm over the fridge door. ]
One day you'll knock up some poor, stupid broad and you'll feel bad and take responsibility because that's the kind of bleeding heart you are. Next thing you know, you and the bitch get hitched and you're driving a fucking Volvo and spending your Saturday's watching idiot toddlers kick a soccer ball around.
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[he's affronted? even as he reaches over for a paper towel to wipe at his face because he also doesn't want to be covered in bacon grease, that's horrible for his pores.]
Do me a favor and keep me out of your after school special sitcom fantasy. I nearly fell asleep from the episode summary.
[this is just a thread of two people being awful apparently]
... also. [he points at the orange juice] You can keep that.