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nsamusements2013-07-28 12:23 pm
oathshackledbird) wrote in nsamusements2013-07-28 12:23 pm
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Call Out Meme: Version 3.0-The Overflow Version
Here is the home of the threads that are still ongoing from the first post that broke. Feel free to start new threads here too!
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 III: Overflow Version
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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OU Diarmuid + Motochika = Smut Thread Continuation (Smut Warning!)
[Diarmuid falls still and quiet after that. His eyes roam over Motochika's body tracing paths, making plans. He actually sits quite still for several minutes before he finally begins to go about the task he has been given. The first step? He very fluidly rises to his feet and straddles Motochika's lap.
The man said he couldn't use his hands. He said nothing about the rest of his body.]
Do tell me if I'm not doing this right...
[The words are whispered huskily before Diarmuid sets to his tongue to work on Motochika's neck, the rest of his body pressing close to and writhing against his friend's.]
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Don't worry, you'll know.
[He smirked and moved a hand to rest on his hips, keeping him in place with a big ol' smirk on his face. Looking down at him on his neck.]
You're already impressing me. But for a little man whore like yourself, this shouldn't be a challenge.
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OU Cu Chulainn + Motochika = Smut Thread Continuation (Smut Warning!)
Man...so very impatient, ain't you? And givin' me mixed messages. First you're gonna knock my teeth in and then you're gonna tan my ass. One of these wouldn't necessarily be minded. The other...
[The fingers of one hand find their way to Motochika's erection and stroke it from base to tip as he leans down. The blue-hair man pauses a moment before taking it into his mouth, though, to wink up at his friend.]
Don't be too quiet now, you hear? I like hearing you moan...
[Without waiting for a response, Cu Chulainn sets to worse teasing the head of Motochika's erection with his tongue. He'd considered just taking the whole thing into his mouth to start things off guns blazing, but he's in a teasing mood tonight, so slow and steady it will be...]
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[Although he usually was very nice to Cu so the guy always got off pretty damn lucky! He smirks at him and reaches down to play around with Cu's hair. Nice and soft.]
Make me want to moan and I'll give it.
[But he'd make it hard. Very hard. He just smirked at that, the tongue teasing him... but no noises yet. Nothing that easy, not even close!]
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Bittys in the Tower Thread Continuation
What's inside? Tell me! Tell me!
Re: Bittys in the Tower Thread Continuation
Let me see...
[He crawls halfway into the fridge.]
Brr! It's cold!
[He looks at all the well-stocked shelves.]
There's a lot of boxes everywhere in this cold room!
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you know who this is for u/////u
[ it's a strange equilibrium he's found here. waver is not his lover, not his master, but he's the closest he'll ever know again, so he serves him faithfully, quietly. he's as friendly with the other servants as he knows how to be (which is to say, they're mostly acquaintances, and karna spends most of his time on his own), and he respects diarmuid's bond with waver as absolutely as he had his own. he's made every effort to keep himself away from the two of them, save short meetings and polite, distant conversation.
he's not entirely certain how he's ended up in this position. this is the longest he's spoken to the other servant since his arrival. --perhaps it's the garden and the sunlight. it isn't his father, of course, but it's still comforting in some way. perhaps it's the fact that he's keeping his hands busy, patiently carving a new bow. he could technically manifest one, of course--while he was originally summoned as lancer, he's no longer bound to those rules, and he was as skilled with a bow as any archer class--but there's something satisfying about making his own, even if he has no real occasion to use it.
he glances up from beneath white lashes, white hair, the scarlet markings around his eyes vivid and startling on his pale skin, jewel-bright. ] I cannot say how often I had to rescue him from his own research. And I believe you would have laughed at my master's first attempts at courtship. [ his master, who is gone, and has been since karna was first brought here. he always makes the distinction, because he doesn't want diarmuid to ever feel as if he threatens the other servant's own relationship with the waver here. ]
Lancer Gossip Hour, Go! (Sorry for the TL;DR!)
And Karna hasn't gotten Waver killed because he wouldn't run. Because he wouldn't abandon Waver to face a fight alone even though his friend had wanted him to so much he had been willing to use two command spells to see it done. He hasn't...
Diarmuid can list reasons forever, but he cuts himself off. As much as he thinks Karna would be better for Waver, he knows he can never just give his friend up like that. They have promised each other too many times that they will always be there for the other no matter what.
That promise and the one who made is are all Diarmuid has left. After all, if he goes back to his world, all that awaits him is cold erasure on the Throne of Heroes...
Despite all that, there is something comforting and right feeling about sitting here and trading stores with Karna about Waver. There is nothing threatening at all about it. Not right now anyway. Diarmuid's mind might try to twist things later, but for now he will just enjoy learning more about Karna's version of the man who is his friend.]
I would not doubt it. His research now keeps sending him toward a very dangerous servant named Avenger who is the source of what tainted the Holy Grail on our world.
[So easily he says "Our World." Even if he worries, there is part of Diarmuid that knows no matter what happens, it's Waver's world that is his home now.]
I have asked him not to talk to him alone. The last time ended in near strangulation and stabbing, but he and I both have a bad habit of running into Avenger while we are alone, and Waver really dislikes using his command spells.
]He looks over at Karna, his expression one of long suffering.]
Perhaps you can help me make him realize that it is okay to use them. I would rather him use them than die with them unused on his hand.
[Diarmuid smiles then and moves the topic back to something less serious.]
You should tell me about those attempts if you would. I don't know when your Master had his first kiss, but mine did not have his until he was here. It...was an amusing experience. The color of his face would likely have given the marks upon your face a run for their money in the department of which was redder...
never apologize alksdjf
Oh good... I was afraid of scaring you away! LOL!
myth diarmuid you say...
[Until then...where the hell was he? It might have been safer to just sit under a tree and wait, but Waver wasn't often one to take the safer option. Hands in his pockets, the lecturer sighed and started wandering the field he'd apparently been dropped into.]
This is going to be interesting...
Tonight, it seems, his dallying has produced something good as he watches a strangely dressed man appear seemingly from nowhere. His first thought is that is it some trick of the Fae, but the man seems far too confused for that. Besides, Diarmuid cannot let him wander so close to the place he has chosen to be his and Grainne's resting place. It is far too dangerous.
Moralltach finds its way into his hands before he had a chance to consciously think of drawing the blade, though he stops himself short of drawing Beagalltach as well.]
Who is there? What is your purpose in this place?
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Like there is even a choice of Lancers with Cu around... (Oh & Smut Warning!)
[Cu Chulainn's head pops into sight as he climbs onto the boat and waves, bottle of wine held in other hand.]
I hear there are some of those 'round here. They're rare, but...
[He winks at Motochika.]
Maybe you can help a guy out an' point 'em in the right direction?
I thought I would give options!
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Smut Warning here too? (If they don't kill each other first? X.x)
[Gilgamesh...is not impressed. In fact, he stands on the dock giving Motochika a lazy look that seems to ask if she really expects him to set foot on such a small, tacky dingy.]
This is what I just had to see? What part of this is suppose to impress me again?
She'll get his dick.
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i'm making waver and berserker a Thing okay shh
[And speaking of Diarmuid--which Waver did at length--it was when the magus was recounting stories of his old friend that any coldness and irritation evaporated. He'd made them both tea before starting, but his own was left largely forgotten on the table as Waver talked about everything that came to mind; tales both mythological and regarding the previous war. That was what Berserker had asked, and Waver was more than willing to deliver with a note of genuine fondness and affection to his words as he carried on or what felt like hours.]
I've...probably gone on way too long, haven't I? [Eventually he muttered those words and laughed softly, glancing away in embarrassment.] I expect you're tired of listening to me, right?
:-D I am just happy this weird little muse isn't annoying you!
[Just as Waver's attitude completely changes when he is talking about Diarmuid, so does Berserker's. Usually, he seems distant, bewildered and uncomfortable. It's nothing to do with Waver, but the fact that he is unused to being in a human form--an adult human form--and able to think clearly. Most of his life had been spent in a haze of madness focused solely on finding one person and falling into death with him...
...the one person who he now craves hearing about more than anything.
During those stories, though, he forgets being bewildered and uncomfortable. Instead, he loses himself in learning about his half-brother. The one he had been forced to kill. The one he had loved more than anything.
Currently, his head is resting on his crossed arms, eyes filled with child-like wonder.]
Do ever you get tired of telling me about him?
:B
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Give me Dia
Let me know if you want something different!
He stands up from the couch and steps around it, moving to her desk. Once there, he picks up a picture of his boss on her boat and smiles slightly. The thing is her baby and how she feels about is obvious considering how alive her face becomes whenever she's on it or talking about it. It's very different than how she so often looks at work. Bored. Like she doesn't want to be there.
To be honest, Diarmuid doesn't want to be there either. Work...is work. Some of the people--like her--aren't bad. It's the only reason he's still here. Too many hours, no respect, no advancement.
Only her.
Diarmuid sets the picture down and moves back to sit on the couch again. It's getting late. Most everyone has probably already gone home. Hopefully, she will show up soon. Otherwise, he just might fall asleep. It's been a long day and sleep hadn't been kind the night before.]
This is perfectly fine! <3
Yay! :-D
8D
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Day late and a dollar short, but I should probably get a Smut Warning on this thread too! :-)
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Annnd give me fem!Dia
As usual, let me know if you want anything changed! (Usual Smut Warning goes here!)
Motochika likes it, though. He really likes it. He likes how short it is. He likes how it's almost see-through in the right light. He likes how she doesn't wear anything under it most of all. And since this is as close to a 'honeymoon' as they are going to get, she had given him what he wanted. Besides, she had spent more time out of it than in it anyway.
Speak of the devil, where is he? Diarmuid looks around for him for a moment before shrugging and leaning back against the railing again. Probably getting ready to return to business as usual.
Should she really be so jealous of that damned boat?]
Nope, all good!
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Diarmuid (tonight all my unplayed muses rise from the dead)
[She is silent and her expression does not change, but if Lancer notices, she has ducked two or three steps behind him and seems to lack her normal confidence.]
Zombie muses! Run!!
What is it? You are not still injured, are you?
Re: Zombie muses! Run!!
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If this was a horror movie/game, that dog would be back later to tear Dia's throat out...
who says it isn't?
Considering Dia's luck, I am surprised it hasn't tried already...
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Tower Diarmuid, Tower Diarmuid, does whatever a Tower can?
You're already in a weird time thing with the Throne of Heroes and then being summoned and then the Tower.
Honestly it shouldn't surprise you, after everyone was sent back to their respective worlds, to 'wake up' on a pedestal in a dark building with weird tubes and alchemical stuff surrounding you.
And does't the guy in front of you look familiar? At least his armor should, it's dumb armor.]
...I didn't expect this.
[Of course, Aleph doesn't know if Diarmuid remembers him or just happens to look the same in every universe.]
Pffffft.... *dies*
What does surprise him, however, is seeing Aleph.
Diarmuid takes a moment to look around and gather his sense back to him before speaking, cautiously. After all, he has no way of knowing if this is the person he knew in the Tower or someone else completely.]
Aleph? Is that you? If it is, please tell me you have some of that wine you told me about back in the Tower because I have a feeling I'm going to be needing it...
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Tower Diarmuid again
For some reason, I thought that once you were mysteriously transported somewhere away from your home twice, that you were set in being transported there and not somewhere else even more worrisome.
Is anyone from Fuyuki or from Prospero here? Vriska, Diarmuid-nii, Aengus-tousan? Or really, even people I don't know, I could use a bit of introduction to wherever this is.
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Diarmuid really should accept that there is no limited to the odd things that can happen here.]
I am Diarmuid, however I don't think I can be the person you are looking for. I don't believe that we have ever met.
[Aside from looking confused, he also seems to genuinely be sorry that he isn't the person the boy is looking for. It's just how he is.]
How do you know my father?
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I'm sorry no good icons since my paid expired
*pats* No worries!
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i'm bored that means i'm gonna bug you
[Magecraft in itself might have been about as compelling as college-level physics, but it was nigh impossible for anyone to say Lord El-Melloi II was anything less than one of the best instructors in the Clock Tower. When he spoke, people listened and listened attentively at that. What would once have been unthinkable for Waver was now no more than commonplace.]
[When the class finally came to an end and Waver had finally gotten rid of the last few students with clarifying questions on one assignment or another, he took a breath and sighed. The hard and cold lines to his face lessened slightly as the need to be entirely serious vanished. He looked over to his bespectacled assistant, having lost most if not all of the cold severity he usually wore.]
I didn't expect that to take longer than usual, sorry. But you hardly needed to wait for me, I was coming home right after this class.
Pfffft...like you ever bother me. X.x
[Diarmuid pushes off the wall he has been leaning against as he waited for the end of Waver's class and then walks over to the professor's desk.]
I'm not sure if you noticed or not but when I leave you here to go home early, bad things happen. In addition...
[His eyes dart toward the door to the classroom.]
That last student. The red head. You realize she really wants in Lord El-Melloi II's pants, right? She was writing her name with your last name and title in her notebook...
:3
:-D
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post-Animus Diarmuid (hurr durr late night tags no1 curr)
[A. Scream and run into the anti-Flatt bunker that Waver newly installed
B. Scream, punch him in the face, and then run into the anti-Flatt bunker Waver newly installed
C. Send Waver a Flatt alert, and then run into the anti-Flatt bunker Waver newly installed.
D. Greet him politely, asking him what he wants.]
Pffft...hilarious tags are always wanted!
What did you do now? Where is Waver?
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rekindle!Diarmuid (aka I think we might kill this Call me out too)
[Cu Chulainn says adamantly one day, when he and Diarmuid are relaxing on the couch next to their puppies, scribbling colorful patterns on scraps of paper with crayons.]
I think it would be great to have a brother, since they you always have someone to play with. And big brothers are nicer than smaller ones since they're smarter and always teach you stuff.
[He looks toward Diarmuid.]
Haven't you ever wanted a brother?
LOL! (Don't worry, I know to watch thread length now!)
[Diarmuid looks up from his coloring with a thoughtful look on his face. He's momentarily distracted when his puppy licks him, causing him to giggle. He reaches out to scratch the puppy's ears before answering.]
It would be nice to have a brother! I don't mind being the only kid at home, but it gets lonely sometimes when the adults are all busy doing grown up things.
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Give me OU Diarmuid and/or Cu! BTW SMUT WARNING
Motochika sat at the bar in the club, undercover as always. She was dressed like a normal person. And she was always looking for another person to add into her legion. Someone who... well... could be very easily convinced. Licking her lips and watching; waiting to see if someone would come sit next to her. All charming and feminine for this kind of club, she'd catch someone's attention.
For now you just get Derpy cause I'm sick. *flails weakly*
It is because Motochika looks so normal that he avoids her for most of the night. He's looking for someone to take control, to let him take some risks and she doesn't look like that kind of person. However as the night wears on and he barely escapes a few people who he can tell are just as wrong as she is for completely different reasons, he finds himself gravitating toward her. At least, she is safe.
Diarmuid walks over to where she's sitting and gives her a smile. It's not quite as confident as it was when he first came in, but it's still friendly.]
Mind if I sit here?
get better you! before you reply to my tags!
Nooo! You can't make me! :-P
I will come over there and make you!
Nah uh...the Lancers won't let you in! :-P
I'll distract them!
LOL!
also you should give me cu-butt in this setting too.
I will eventually! No worries. :-D
Alright <33~
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why do I want something based on this TFLN (Diarmuid, of course)
thanks for celebrating my birthday so severely 2 years ago. i just found your hospital discharge papers in my closet.
(440):
anything for my little brother.
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[Diarmuid laughs as he peeks at the phone in his brother's hand and then holds out a beer.]
I suppose it's only fitting since I still have the scar.
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