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CALL ME OUT! meme
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
or any from my { gen. muselist } and { homestuck-only muselist } ★
Memes For Inspiration! [ RNG ] original meme code. |
u kno who
o do i
...kid.
[he didn't mean to sit on your dogz ds game or kill all your puppies (all of them). he was just trying to force trust between them by barging in and flopping himself on the bed and well that ended poorly.]
How long are you going to look at me like that for, jeez!
[ur tearing this family apart daisuke]
University Meme // 10 // @Ryou
[What had also happened, however, was two seniors ending up in a hallway of all freshmen, save for one room containing a duo of disgruntled sophomores. There are posters on the hallway walls talking about dealing with homesickness, and the RA makes the floor meetings mandatory. Karkat refers to it, quite eloquently, as 'fucking stupidass bullshit for baby freshmen' and is overheard by a girl who looks about 12 and her parents. It's not a good day.]
[And it only gets weirder when they start moving in their stuff. Carrying Egyptian artifacts, romcom posters and a box of restraints in from Karkat's shitty rented van is an interesting experience-- their neighbors aren't sure what to do with any of it. The RA doesn't know what to do with it, she's the same age as the annoyed sophomores and was not prepared for two sleep-deprived 21 year old boys to be attempting to rearrange their room so their beds were pushed together. They'd been bunk-beds before hand, and they don't actually close the door all the way before they discuss which end of the bedframes would be better to chain someone to.]
[And then comes the legendary required floor meeting. Karkat is looking grumpier than he has all day, grumbling something about being a grown-ass man and honestly more annoyed about having to relive the social awkwardness of his first night at college. Things hadn't really gotten easy until he'd started wearing the gold-and-black-leather collar, more secure in every way now that he's branded with someone else's ownership.]
Think they're gonna tell us about the goddamn shower pressure for the 80th time since freshman fucking year?
u doooo!!!!!
Till you die!
SUDDENLY HUGS // @Kankri
[He spent three days in that pod, alone and in shock, sick with the awareness of what had happened to everyone else. In the time since, he's learned that the docking station latches onto ship signals that come near it. At the time, however, he'd been dehydrated, feverish and sure that the place was a dream.]
[It's a small place once you've been there long enough-- he spends most of his time in the terrarium, which is the only place in the whole station that isn't cold all the time. Instead, it's late-spring warm, and there are always plants in bloom. It's smaller than it looks- the walls are screens, making it look like there are mountains and lakes in the distance. Some days it's comforting, others, it's cruel, a reminder that his life takes place in barely enough space to fit a two story house.]
[The worst part of the whole situation (apart from the isolation) is the food. By the entrance of the terrarium is a machine that spits out artificial food sources in three flavors-- fruit/vegetable, starch, and protein. They aren't awful, but they're mind-numbingly boring after eating nothing but. After enough time had passed, Dirk had started eating the wild fruit as well, just for a change. There are about seven variations of edible plants, and Dirk is a master of every combination of their flavors. At first he'd been horrified of the strange insects that live in the terrarium, but if he can catch them, those nasty brown spider things that sneak around are surprisingly delicious and not protein supplements. Every few days, he hunts down a couple and shares them.]
[Who with? Well. He calls the original two Jake and Jane, but they've since had about a zillion babies. (By 'a zillion', he means 7. He calls the surviving 6 Tavri, Fefeta, Arquius, Erisol, Cal and Bec. Cal is his favorite). They're Norns, and his favorite residents of the station-- because the one the computer calls a 'Grendel' is a dick. Dirk named him Caliborn, and the first thing he did was kill the only Ettin on-board, a little girl creature Dirk had named Calliope. He's hacked the doors to keep the thing in the so-called workshop, because the place has no actual damn purpose anyways.]
[For the first 9 years, 5 months and 15 days, Dirk had dealt with life here, scavenging for food, swimming in the little pool that served as their water source, making sure the Norns didn't get themselves murdered horribly, and most importantly, spending a few hours every morning fiddling with the giant computer in the last room of the station. The communication feature had seemed entirely pointless, because in his entire stay here, the only communication he'd gotten was from the Norns, with their broken attempts at English.]
[And then he got an S.O.S. It was 3 hours old when he got to it, and it nearly stopped his heart in his chest. The pod's information stated that it was a lot fancier than Dirk's had been almost 10 years ago-- it's the only reason he's sure the person inside was still alive. It's been feeding him vitals the entire time, and it even lets Dirk send videos. He doesn't know anything about the person inside, except for the computerized id-- Kankri Vantas, age 18, male, blood type B.]
[But Kankri knows a lot more about Dirk.]
[On the first day, he'd programmed the computer to drift for towards the escape pod, and sent a video. There's a minute limit on each one.]
Hey there. This is Dirk Strider, and I'm coming to get you. Don't be scared.
[He makes it a point to only send a video a day, because it doesn't let him send videos often. Apparently, it takes a while for the computer to work. Sometimes, he brings one of the Norns.]
Hey again. I know it's not much to look forward to, but we have plenty of food here. Well. Mostly, it's just me. The Norns don't really count. I'll bring them tomorrow.
Hey. Told you I'd bring friends today. This is Jane. She's due to have another kid soon. Maybe you'll be here to see the baby hatch. They're pretty cute, even if they are pretty dumb.
I wish they let you send me videos back. It's... been a while since I talked to anyone. Shit, that sounds lame. I've been here for a long time. I guess it's not that stupid.
Sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't get so excited, I'm hardly the rescue party you're hoping for. It's really not so bad, though. Better than the pods.
Guess I should tell you a little about myself, huh? I'm 19, and I wear the shades because I'm sensitive to light. I have to spend most of my time hunting for food and tending to the Norns, but I love computers.
I used to live with my brother. He was a cool dude.
Holy shit, you're gonna be here tomorrow, aren't you?
The computer says it'll be two hours. Two hours, and you're here. Damn.
[He's waiting by the docking bay, all the Norns back in the terrarium, eating the food he'd gathered last night when he couldn't sleep. The machines are whirring as the pod docks with the station, and Dirk feels his heartbeat in his throat. Here we go.]
GASP
Seriously?!
[He groans and puts his hands all up on his face, like this is actually a problem because dammit he doesn't want this kid mad at him for something so dumb.]
...Wait, dude, I really doubt you're even going to live forever!
[implying he won't ever die. nice going america.]
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[And, really, that's all as normal as checking to see if Karkat's collar is still fitted alright, if Karkat is on the schedule Ryou set for him, and full-body kissing the stress away while Karkat is bound by his wrists and ankles, told to just breathe and not speak. Sometimes it's felt like restraining and calming a little beast, but Karkat is Ryou's bitey little beast and he knows all of the little secrets to soothing his insecurities.]
[Their array of stuff is...varied, to say the least, and over the years they seem to have just gradually gathered more and more. Ryou's still a little peeved he couldn't leave sticky tack on the walls to indicate where everything was last year, but for the most part he has a good memory and sets most of his and Karkat's usual decorations up on the walls with little issue. The restraints box is kept under Ryou's half of the conjoined beds for easy access, along with a large box containing Monster World, all the figurines he's crafted for it, and all the materials used for creating them.]
[Annoying and repetitive as the meetings have become in these past years, Ryou's patient with them. It's only an hour or so of information they've heard before, delivered with the exact urgency of a first-time RA every time, so there are no surprises there. Honestly they could probably skip out on it and it'd be fine, the sophomores seem more willing to leave them be than all the curious tiny freshmen anyway.]
[They have about half an hour before the meeting is supposed to start, "get there early" be damned. Ryou just chuckles at his crabby boyfriend and gently scritches at his head. They're just chilling on their conjoined beds, pausing in unpacking to just relax before the social pressures start to surround Karkat.]
You know they will, probably right after the fifth time they explain that you need a key to get into the dorm.
[He tucks his fingers underneath Karkat's collar and runs them half around his neck, hopefully to get some air to the skin there while reminding Karkat that it's there and that he's okay and taken care of.]
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[He just wishes he knew all that 3 years ago when everyone was still alive.]
[The past 3 years, maybe 5 months, and questionably 10 days ago, have been lonely as all fuck. For as much as Kankri threw fits about being taken care of by his friends, he's sincerely come to miss having new handmade-with-love sweaters in his closet every month, and he even misses the nagging to remember to eat properly. Okay, so that's all from one friend in particular, and sometimes he misses her so much he curls into a corner and tries so hard not to cry. Or he used to try not to cry, it's all a different story now. If he's sad, it's okay to cry. It's okay to miss all of his friends, and to be the only survivor by some fluke in the genosuicider's plan. He wasn't really supposed to survive, and to this day he has no idea how he ended up in this escape pod (more like a ship) while the main ship exploded and crumbled apart and likely left everyone inside to suffocate without oxygen fed to them.]
[Sometimes he blames himself for it all, that maybe if he had been better at keeping the peace between everyone, she wouldn't have felt the need to just kill them all, including herself. He realizes now after having plenty of time to look back on it, that he made his vast number of mistakes and misjudgments, that he was very wrong in how he handled things, and how he could have dealt with all of it better. He's spent a lot of time trying to be okay with this, and for the most part he is; what's done is done and he's living with the consequences of his ignorance. He just selfishly wishes he didn't have to do it alone.]
[Then one day, out of the blue when he's fucking around with some computer game his friend made before he had the accident that left him mentally handicapped, a video feed comes up, asking permission to be viewed. Honestly it scared the everliving shit out of him, but he hit "accept" instantly and for a whole 60 seconds stared in fascination at another human being, one he didn't recognize, but came to over the course of a few days. He replayed the videos constantly, memorized the little twitches in Dirk Strider's face, the tiniest of inflections in his voice, how he moved and how he breathed. Kankri was worried for all of five seconds that he'd become obsessed, but even if he was he couldn't blame himself, and he was positive that he was prepared to be able to deal with it alright.]
[He looks forward to the videos from Dirk, catches himself smiling so much his face hurts. He's tried to send back videos, but to no avail. It seems he can only receive, or that if he could send he sure as hell has no idea how to do it; computers had never been his thing, and he had never taken the time to learn.]
[Kankri's heart his beating hard in his chest, and there's a constantly drip of anxiety caving into his stomach as time passes. Two hours, Dirk had said. Two hours and he's going to meet another person for the first time in years. Two hours and he's going to have human contact. Two hours and he's not going to be alone anymore. Two hours and god he hopes he doesn't talk this guy's ear off oh god he'd completely forgotten that that was something that everyone hated about him oh fuck fuck fuck.]
[But he's dressed in the last sweater Porrim knitted for him, and he's taken excellent care of it. He hugs himself tight in it, pretends that maybe it's going to her, that all of the hugging to himself he's done in it could ever make up for the entire lack thereof when she was alive. He waits at the door of the docking station, clings to the bottom hem of the sweater as the pod docks, connects, and confirms successful landing. The door on his end opens, and he walks down the small hall made by the connecting vessels, shaking from head to toe.]
[The final door at the end opens up, and Kankri has never seen a more beautiful human being than Dirk Strider in the flesh. He's so shocked that when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out. He just stares at him until he releases his sweater and finally croaks out,]
Hi.
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[He lurches forward and pulls Kankri into a tight hug, mind racing and somehow stalled at the same time. He's shaking and he really hopes it's just emotional and not because he's squeezing too hard or something. Humans are warmer than Norns, he remembers now, soaking in the contact like a sponge.]
[Right up until he remembers that, oh, right, social conduct. He has vague memories of men being weird about hugging each other. He doesn't want to ruin this before it even starts. He lets go, taking a hasty step back and running a hand through his hair.]
I, uh. Hey.
[He's smiling and blushing and he feels unsure and that's dumb, but this is really happening, isn't it.]
You-- food?
[He holds up his harvest bag, sewn together from scraps of outgrown clothes. It's full of fruits he's been gathering for days, not wanting to drag his new shipmate on his usual harvest route.]
Oh Canadaaaa~ [xv, 6]
Still by all rights, winding up in her current position was- in her opinion- a vast improvement over the conclusion of most meetings.
Especially since today it had ended with darling little Matthew being the one to try and wake her, and a little sleepy confusion combined with such a cute, concerned face and well...]
Ah--! Gott, harder...!
[She wrapped the leg not hooked over his shoulder around his waist, pulling him in with a little more force, fingers of one hand threaded into his hair, the other carefully pushing his sliding glasses back up along the bridge of his nose with a laugh and a teasing-]
Careful now...!
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[Dirk hugs him tight and the emotions Kankri is overwhelmed with aren't the ones of anger he used to feel. He's actually not sure what the fuck he's feeling, only that it's a lot of it and he's not sure how to handle it or think about it. He really just knows that he doesn't like when DIrk stops hugging him, but after a bit of thinking about it he realizes that this is likely a side effect from being alone for so long; physical contact is bound to be intense.]
[He watches Dirk talk and smile and touch his hair, observes how his skin flushes with bursts of pinkish-red, and the pattern of his voice right now is new and Kankri realizes that he can't rewind this moment and watch it over and over again, so he clings to it. Honestly, why couldn't he have been this intent of a listener back then?]
[Kankri thinks he's smiling again. Well, he knows he's smiling, but he might be really smiling, like that dumb big one he feels self-conscious about revealing so he pulls up the collar of his turtleneck slightly up over his mouth; not that it helps with the lift of his cheeks giving it away. He nods, though, and once he's controlled his face he releases his collar.]
Eating sounds like a good course of action, we could also talk more about all of this. I've collected some food from my ship's resources as well, if you would be interested in sharing any of that. I didn't think to bring any of it with me, I was just...
[nervous, anxious, concerned, happy, delighted, scared, worried, intrigued]
...excited.
[Well, this is new.]
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[He really wants to go back to touching him. There's a stupid, illogical desire to latch on and just cuddle. He wasn't exactly a huggy creature back before the isolation, but he's starved for human affection almost as much as he is for intelligent conversation. He keeps his hands busy, fiddling with the opening of his bag of food.]
[But Kankri is smiling and really, that's enough right now. It makes his insides squirm happily and he just feels warm. Is this empathy? He's pretty sure this is empathy.]
[And maybe a little bit of sexual attraction, but the complexities of that are outside of Dirk's understanding. He was barely edging up on puberty when he got locked in here, and Norn breeding isn't exactly a great sex education.]
[He's beaming and he does not care.]
Me too. On the excitement thing, I mean. We can go get your supplies in a bit, you... wanna come into the terriarium? It's warm and full of flowers.
[Empathy again-- the flowers were the best thing after having something to eat way back when he first arrived. It was like life was possible here.]
ALL THE GASPING
EHHHHH? Seriously?!
omg i had this mostly written this whole time and i just found it and finished it
[Though, it's generally hard to not be overwhelmed by Gisela in any situation. Nudging her awake leading to fucking on the UN meeting table is no exception, and while he can keep up it's not like it's a walk in the park. Even after all his years with Alfred's acting as his brother-thing, he feels that Gisela's energy is notably quite different from his. It's a whole different set of requirements to deal with, but he hopes he getting the hang of it and that she won't get bored of him scrambling to keep up.]
[His puff of laughter when Gisela pushes up his glasses is pathetic, like the relief that this isn't super serious has just knocked the wind out of him. He tries to smile, but he's kind of breathing a lot.]
A-ah--thank you...
[He pauses briefly to adjust his footing, by accident also upping the Confidence notch on his body language as any bit of positive reinforcement is bound to do. He cups his hand around the thigh of Gisela's leg that's hoisted over his shoulder, firmly holding her like an anchor as he snaps his hips forward in a deep thrust. He swallows, tries to catch his breath as he leans his hips into her, letting the panicked surge of "gotta get it right" slow down.]
Like that?
[Matthew pulls out just so that the tip of his cock is still inside Gisela, gives her thigh another steadying grip as he thrusts forward with a SMACK of their skin meeting.]
I SHOULD REALLY CHECK MY EMAIL MORE OFTEN
[trust him he's been through enough presidents to deal with this]
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[But he ceases to give much of a fuck because Dirk's happiness is contagious (so what if Kankri was already happy before this), and the way he's talking and sort of stumbling over himself is endearing. A three-years-younger version of himself would probably have been bored by now, impatient of all this fluff and wanting to skip right to the part about him bossing others around. As it is, he stands patiently, listening to Dirk and understanding that the bond gradually forming between them is important and the only thing worth changing about a person is not apparent in the man standing before him.]
I'd love to, yes.
[He smiles again.]
What sort of flowers do you grow here? The escape pods attached to our ship weren't all configured to contain prospering life, only to maintain one or two human lies with a sort of "artificial" form of growing vegetation programmed with a schedule that hasn't ever faltered to my knowledge. Though it's not like computer science was ever my forte, we always left that sort of thing to those more qualified and equipped with that knowledge. I suppose it was made to create a sense of ongoing life for those who would eventually be forced to survive in this sub-ship, I know that until I remembered it was actually mostly fake it brought me comfort to see "seasons" come and go. And...
[and god his mouth is already getting drying from talking god it's been a long time. He takes a breath and his attention is drawn to the bag in Dirk's fiddling hands.]
...and do you need any help with that? If not that's fine, I thought I'd offer.
it's ok i knew this was in my inbox, so i'm no better.
You're weird though.