makes my heart beat

[folklore]

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

♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ want another asshole not listed? see here. ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. meme code.

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DEREK

[nymeriarya]

We miss you at camp. You should come back to us.
Nymeria misses you, too. And my little brother's here.

I also think Stiles has missed you, but he won't ever admit that sort of thing to anybody else.

[triskeles]

I'm not sure. Maybe.
Is it just the two of you? How's Bran taking camp so far?

[ Not touching that last one. ]

[nymeriarya]

[Arya gives him a little glare. Come on, Derek. She knew she wasn't going to get a response, but it doesn't mean she couldn't press the issue.]

Bran's being good. He brought his wolf, too. I thought I'd never see them again...

You should come meet Bran. I think you'd take a liking to him.

[triskeles]

[ Maybe eventually, Arya, you'll get one. With a sigh in response to the glare, Derek moves to sit in front of her. ]

Now's your chance to teach him all you learned last summer, you know. No better teacher to have than family.

I don't doubt I would.

LET'S DO THIS

[trainsurdragons]

[It's early- too early to be up really, especially with how heavy the snow has been falling on Berk over the past few weeks, with those weeks stretching into months.

But Hiccup knew if your best friend was a Nightfury- Toothless no less- you'd need to learn to get up early, or he'd be shoving you out of bed himself. He's got no choice really, considering all the fish in Berk right now are frozen under several feet of ice, and what kind of friend would he be if he denied his dragon breakfast?

So he's been up since the wee hours of the morning, gathering a basket full of fish the village had frozen specifically for the winter. They wouldn't miss a few, surely. Besides, that's what they were there for, anyway.

Now he's sitting with his legs crossed in front of the fire, with the basket sitting close to it so the fish can thaw. At the same time he's using his fingers to pick chunks of ice from his metal prosthetic- which admittedly....is NOT fun to be stuck with in this weather.]

AW YISS

[lightninganddeath]

[ While Toothless could expend energy unfreezing the water, he's more inclined to let Hiccup gather up fish for him. Especially with how cold it's been in recent months, and he's feeling so lethargic in comparison to the warmer weeks they occasionally get to live through. He keeps in motion, though, his tail swaying behind him as he walks and his wings tucked in close.

As he finagles his way into the house, nosing and pawing until he can come inside, he flicks the tip of his half-fin and shuts the door behind him. It's only there that he shakes himself out, at least, snow going everywhere at the entryway before he comes ambling over to where Hiccup is seated.

He churrs softly at him, shuffling his wings into a comfortable position so that he can flop over behind him, curling around his back. ]

[trainsurdragons]

[Hiccup lifts his head where he'd been resting his chin in one hand, pausing to let his numb fingers warm back up. With a grin he reaches over to scratch Toothless just under his jaw.]

Mornin' bud. You ready for breakfast? ...whenever it's- ...not frozen solid at least.

[Even as he says this, a puddle of water has begun collecting beneath the wicker basket.]

[lightninganddeath]

[ Toothless lets out a rumbling purr at the scratch, head tilting to give Hiccup better reach as his tail curls to settle in front of his friend. The fins atop his head perk at the question, though, and his head swivels a little towards where the basket is settled.

With a soft snort, he nudges one of his massive paws at it. He's not going to try and eat any of the fish while they're still cold-- he learned about that the hard way when he had a fish stuck to his tongue. ]

EY YO NORTH

[claussenchild]

[It's been a while since North's been up and out of bed, and Katherine couldn't be happier. She finds him absolutely fascinating-- just like all the rest of the kids, of course, but his stories fill her heart with a wonder she can't help but want to share.

Today she's even managed to get her studies done early, if only for the sake of spying on North and seeing what his studies include.

She watches him from the door, peering in and standing on her tiptoes.]

[saintnorth]

[ North's studies involve one of Ombric's owls-- the head of them, who is patiently sitting on a stack of books as the thief looks between it and the book he's got cradled in his lap. There's a subtlety to owl that he's not quite got yet, but at least the birds have been good sports about it.

He doesn't notice Katherine at the door right away, as he purses his lips before looking up from where he's seated on the floor, surrounded by assorted books.

When he finally croons, his study partner fluffs up with amusement, rotating its head back and forth. ]

Confound it... It's the accent, isn't it?

[ Hoot. ]

I thought as much...

[claussenchild]

[Katherine herself wasn't terribly more advanced but having the advantage of knowing the owls for quite a long time did improve her communication with them. As such, she can't keep herself from leaning back on her heels and giggling, covering her mouth to stifle the sound.

North has been learning extraordinarily quickly, but that didn't mean he was infallible, and such fallibility was charming-- much like Ombric's many quirks.]

[saintnorth]

[ Perking at the sound of laughter, North inclines his head slightly to the side before he turns fully towards the door, twisting at the waist. Both brows raise, and his eyes narrow in mock intent as he focuses his attention that way. The owl hoots amicably, still amused, and goes about cleaning its primary feathers on its wing as his conversation partner excuses himself in a quiet croon.

He slowly rises, stalking towards the doorway, body hunched forward. ]

compassverse with Tooth pls

[pooka]

[After a week or so of shellshock, the formerly complacent rabbit is now moving far too often for the comfort of his bird attendants. He can't help it, really-- he wants to be out with everyone, surveying the pooka territory for anyone still living. Pasche was a stroke of incredible luck, but others had been found, and Bunny wants to be out among the search parties.

Unfortunately, his leg is still simply not completely healed. It won't heal as fast with the pooka survivors scattered, and it's absolutely infuriating to Bunny. He sits for a moment outside the hummingbird palace and messes with the bandaging about his foot, grumbling to himself.]

ok here we go finally.

[dentistry]

[ It hadn't been difficult for Tooth to talk her mother into letting her have the old, cloth sling that she had used to carry both her and her baby sister around in for Pasche. Not when she'd seen how much the little pooka had come to mean to all of them, but most of all Bunny himself. Having the baby girl with her everywhere she goes has proven to be an interesting task, but not one that she'd ever give up for anything.

Especially not when, for a time, she was the only survivor besides the prince that they knew of.

So she carries her nestled in the sling, tied secure in a way that one wing actually helps to support it against her back, and wanders through the palace on her quest to locate a certain stubborn pooka. When she locates him, she comes to stand at his shoulder, tailfeathers fanning anxiously before she reaches to touch his shoulder. ]

[pooka]

[Bun startles in surprise, turning quickly to face her and stammering. He'd been a little focused on messing with the bandage and lamenting his inability to leave, after all.]

---Tati! Ahn- what're you up to?

hey co-captain

[sixtypercent]

[Did you have lacrosse practice today, Jackson? Don't mind Lydia, letting herself into your house (with her key you gave her, in case you're regretting this, or something), enjoying a diet soda with your mother, and making her presence in your room.

Normally, she'd let herself in while Jackson was around. The fact that she'd made her grand entrance quietly and with Jackson still gone meant that something, although god only knew what, was wrong.

Lydia's laying in his bed, her laptop resting on his pillow, underneath the covers; there's a gossip article or something on the screen, but she's not really reading it. The incident with Peter had passed ages ago, it felt like, but there were some days where it'd come back in waves, and no amount of family-ordered-therapy (that she didn't need, no matter how many times she insisted) was going to save it.

But this might.]

hey there ms. fields medal

[housekey]

[ Yes, actually, he did. But don't worry, Lydia. Jackson's not regretting giving you the house key back again. Rather, it's sort of just a reminder of everything that's happened since werewolves started to crop up in Beacon Hills, as well as what happened to both of them.

But it's interesting for him to come home after parking the Porsche in the drive and suddenly catch Lydia's scent in the house. He frowns, pausing as he shuts the door behind him, his eyes scanning for her if she might be downstairs. It's not unusual for her to let herself in, not in the least, but at the same time...

He comes up the stairs, following her lingering scent to his room. Not a surprise, in and of itself, so he just opens the door and comes in. There's no immediate reaction to seeing her in his bed, as he sets aside his lacrosse equipment and bag, shrugging out of his jacket to toss onto the back of his desk chair and kicking off his shoes before he comes towards her.

As he does, though, his brow furrows a touch-- not in annoyance, not in the least. ]

it's like you're my reverse trophy wife

[sixtypercent]

[Lydia doesn't have the super senses that Jackson and the rest have--granted, she was almost gifted with them, but her own immunity, and every single problem that came with it, were what kept her blissfully human. Lydia didn't need werewolf powers. She was plenty capable on her own, especially now that she was actually in the loop.

Hearing the door open, however, she turns over her shoulder. There's a surprising lack of makeup on her face, and she raises her eyebrows for a moment, temporarily out of words, temporarily vulnerable.

Quickly, she rubs at her face. She wasn't expect Jackson to come home that soon.]

Jackson. [Almost immediately, she starts to get up, reaching for her purse. She's been having those dreams again, those--nightmares. That's no excuse to continue looking like the town crazy.]

you know who you are mister!!!!

[witchofsass]

[ This is hard. Jade's spent three years trying not to think about it--not an easy task with a Dave-shaped reminder sharing the long journey across the yellow yard. Now, with the genuine article finally within her physical reach again, she can't pretend it didn't happen anymore, as much as she'd like to try.

Sometimes she wakes abruptly in the middle of the night, and for a few seconds, she'd swear she can smell his blood. The scent is bitter, metallic, intense, all-too-palpable... and then the sleep-fog lifts from her mind and it's gone.

She never can get back to sleep after that.

Letting out an explosive exhale, Jade lifts the top of her lunchtop and launches Pesterchum. Her cursor hesitates over Dave's username. ]

Come on, Jade! [ She speaks these words with as much bravado as she can muster. ] Stop being such a dummy! He's your friend. It's no big deal.

[ Click. There, it's open. Now all she has to do is type. ]

-- gardenGnostic [GG] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] --

GG: um
GG: hi dave!!!!
GG: hehe...

[ See? That wasn't so hard. She's just being silly. ]

aight sourfaced mc grump pants,

[hypercompetent]

So, let me get this all straight. [After most of his work shifts with Scott, Stiles usually ate lunch with Derek. It had been initiated by Laura, usually--she'd have her sour (if incredibly good looking) little brother from the fire department over for lunch, and after she'd seen Stiles and him interacting ("interacting" is a very nice way to put it), she'd started inviting him over to the station to eat. Every day. Sometimes Scott would even grab his sandwich (the little bastard) and run it over to the table.

So it had sort of become routine, and the fact that they were currently sitting in Stiles' miniscule office at the station with the door shut instead, was weird. Really weird. Putting his hand between Scott's ears, Stiles prepares literally the most skeptical of all skeptical looks and stares at Derek.]

You're telling me that my dog. My partner. Is not actually a dog, and is my best friend. Look, that's taking Man's Best Friend to a whole new level. In case you weren't sure? "Shapeshifters"? [airquotes included] only exist in movies and World of Warcraft.

whoops where did you come from

[triskeles]

[ Derek, after a point, had gotten used to Laura's meddling in affairs. As well as Scott's to be honest. As annoying as it often was at the start, he got over it fairly quickly and instead opted to let Laura do as she pleased so that he could avoid whatever hell she'd put him through otherwise. Why she thought she needed to meddle so much, he didn't know.

Especially when it came to the sheriff's son. Was any of that actually necessary? It wasn't any of their business, so they should've kept their noses out of it.

But right now, he knows why he's putting his nose into this. He offers Scott a brief look, before he cracks his neck with a heavy sigh. Telling people about shapeshifters always proved to be a task in and of itself, and he knew one exact way to get Stiles to believe him.

It was just a matter of doing it. ]

So if I give you proof, what then?

that's a secret OuO

[hypercompetent]

[(It was necessary, actually, because Laura Hale knew her little brother, and despite how much of a looker he'd grown up to be, he was mostly socially incompetent. But she could help with that. ♥ )

Stiles raises an eyebrow at him, possibly mounting the skepticism from before--he's obviously unimpressed. This is a waste of his lunch break, and he pats Scott on the head, ruffling his ears.]

So then I guess I'll owe you five bucks and check myself into a mental hospital? Or check you into a mental hospital. That's kind of what I'm considering right now.

WR in Bengal with Tooth plz :3

[bringsthefrost]

[Leaving Bunny to sleep off the jetlag in the hotel room, Jack was fidgeting more than bouncing as they walked through the lobby. It had been a long time since he'd been in India, a very long time indeed. He couldn't remember much about that time, just waking up at Headquarters long after he'd started falling prey to frostbite and the freezing temperatures of the Himalayas. The short trip during his training with North to search the site where he'd been found for any sign of his parents had barely counted.

But he was here, now, with two of the most important people in his life, and he really wished he could introduce them to his real parents, but it wasn't the time to be dwelling on things that couldn't be. Looking over at her, he smiled at Tia, reaching to take her hand.]

'Think he'll be okay by himself?'

deposits

[dentistry]

[ Every year for winter vacation, Tooth came back to India to train with the Sisters of Flight. But it was in the wilds, and further east than Bengal sat-- she'd only been there once when she was younger, and it'd gone forgotten, and again during the year they were all apart. That trip had been during Holi, and was largely what inspired the trip they were on now.

The one that she'd told the boys the bare minimum about. Simply that they were going to India, and then that they were going to be going to Bengal. It would be good practice for Bunny's Bengali, and a refresher for Jack. They could take a breather together, like they hadn't in a long time.

She'll tell them more about the holiday later.

Stepping close to Jack, she smiled back and inclined her head in a nod. ]

'He'll be all right. We'll be back long before he starts to grumble.'

scree

[bringsthefrost]

'God forbid the Giant of the Beanstalk do anything but.'

[He grinned at the little joke, threading his fingers through hers with a gentle squeeze. It was odd, being out of the blue and white furred coat he'd come to embrace during his stay in Russia, but the weather was far too warm for it. Still, he couldn't help but wonder why she'd brought them here, but she was unrelenting in giving information.

Sliding his other hand into his pocket, Jack led her outside. The hotel sat on a bustling street, busy with street stalls and bicycles and cars. It was definitely a change from remote Russian villages. He glanced around before looking at her, raising an eyebrow.]

'Where to, princess?'