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call me out v. 14.0
Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!
Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.
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Chiyome, by this point, is well aware that the rest of the School Idol Club has at least somewhat of a thing for their oblivious president/manager, and while most of them also have stronger feelings for someone else or at least would step back, Ayumu has had it bad for years. All of which just came to a head when she cornered Yuu in the club room after hours, demanded to know if she liked Chiyome better, and when Yuu couldn't answer, did the following:
-Pin her to the wall in a fashion that suggested that she's been getting into Setsuna's manga.
-Beg her to go out with her.
-Realize how messed up that was and immediately run off in shame without getting an answer.
Yuu, for her part, is staring in shock out the door, trying to process what to do. Eventually, she calls out the first thing she can think of.]
Chiyome-chan!
[Maybe it's a fear reflex -- if her Servant is here with her, then she won't be at risk of hurting Ayumu for whatever the heck that was. But maybe she just wants to be with her right now.]
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This leads to the awkward circumstance of Chiyome being in the room while Ayumu demanded to know if Yuu liked Chiyome more than her. At least she knows Ayumu well enough to know that pinning Yuu to the wall isn't a threat from her.]
Takasaki-san. [She appears, setting a reassuring hand on Yuu's shoulder.] I saw.
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[As Bellflower cautiously approaches the apartment door, discreetly double-checking to make sure she has the right address, she's repeating it over and over in her head, reminding herself. Things usually aren't the worst possible option you can think of. There's any number of potential explanations for why Momo keeps visiting a man she's oddly reluctant to talk about in detail. It really is probably completely fine.]
[But when a child's safety is on the line, "probably" isn't good enough, and Momo came back with bruises yesterday. She needs to know for sure.]
[So she lets herself slip out of visibility, easy as relaxing her grip, and steps forward to walk through the door. If anything, it's harder to touch things than it is to pass through them, insubstantial as mist. She's really not of the world anymore, only a traveler in a land that isn't hers.]
[Which is why it's a big surprise when she instead rebounds off the door with an audible thud.]
[She stumbles several steps back, narrowly managing to regain her balance in time to avoid landing on her ass, and stares at the plain, ordinary apartment door in complete bafflement and growing suspicion. This... is officially weird.]
[And that means she's definitely not leaving without getting some answers. Mind made up, she composes herself, settles back into visibility, and solidifies herself to knock briskly but politely on the apartment door.]
Hello? Is there a Mr. Alter here?
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This isn't anyone Gershom knows, though. He keeps his tone polite in return.]
Who is it?
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gently requesting a certain suga
[ how long has the new bride been in the castle? about 2 months.
how many times have they exchanged words?
twice.
time has proven c-ta again and again that humans cannot be trusted. he’ll always be hated, betrayed by those that he loves. so he has kept his distance, waiting for this new bride—koutarou suga—to do the same. it could be today. it could be in three or ten years. who knows?
but, sensing his presence nearby, c-ta raises his head, tail twitching. he turns around, his eyes cold as they stare at suga. ]
What do you want?
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Suga... doesn't really know. If C-ta was going to eat him, he could have done that day one. But he's certainly not friendly, either.
Maybe... Suga just is a disappointment as a bride? He's not that beautiful or anything, after all.
In answer, he pulls out a necklace - emerald, the same color as the dragon's striking eyes.]
I heard that dragons like valuables
Is that true
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for c-ta
Suga still prefers to use memos much of the time, mostly because he's embarrassed by the sound of his own voice. It's awkward, hesitant, much like you'd expect from someone who hasn't spoken in twelve years. The only person he lets hear him talk at any length is Yuuta.
But it is nice, having it back. He'd never really liked pulling out memo cards in bed, especially when his hands were busy doing other things. And then there was that one idea he had, that he thought Yuuta would really like - but it would have left him effectively 'mute', before his voice was returned to him.
Yuuta insists that he doesn't really think Suga's helpless, so it's probably just a kink thing for him. And Suga does like to indulge his boyfriend sometimes.
Which leaves them in this situation: Suga, shirtless, with his hands cuffed to the bed. He tests the give, but there really isn't much room for him to do much but wiggle.]
Is this good...?
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[ c-ta—no, yuuta moves away from the cuffs, his expression one of nervous excitement. he’s not really sure why he brought this up. maybe it was a mistake to bring it up. maybe it wasn’t.
but they’re in the situation now, and he’s not about to turn back. unless suga asks to, of course. so for what might be the 20th time, he asks: ]
Are you sure?
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dragon husband
C-ta's hearing is good enough to pick up on soft panting from their room, even as muted as Suga is. The door's not locked - Suga forgot.]
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or perhaps, he was sick? humans can fall sick so easily, after all… he has to make sure.
so he opens the door, peeking his head. ]
My love…?
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but with himself in the handcuffs...well, yuuta doesn't dislike it, but it does make him a bit more nervous. or excited. both, actually. it's an exercise in trust, and yuuta knows that he would trust koutarou with his life... but...
he squirms a bit. losing control has always been a little difficult for him. ]
I-- okay. Treat me kindly... please.
same tbh
Of course I will, love.
[Yuuta's shirtless, since it's hard to take shirts off over handcuffs, but Suga still starts with kisses. Slow, sweet kisses, like he's in no rush at all. Because he isn't.]
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dragon husband!!
It's a good question. There's no judgment in C-ta's tone, just honest confusion. Suga wants to explain it, to help C-ta be completely sure that he loves every second of it, but...
It's kind of hard to put into words.]
It's hard to explain
But
I could be the rough one this time
And show you what it feels like?
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[ c-ta cocks his head to the side. the thought of suga being rough… not only is that hard to imagine, it makes him nervous. the so-called fearsome dragon, letting down his guard to get roughed up by a human… ]
Are you sure you’re capable of it? [ he smirks, but mostly to hide his nervousness. ] It’s not easy for the rabbit to hunt the dragon.
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or maybe— ]
Master~
[ or maybe he was trying out a cute dress and is ready to show it to suga. ]
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Thankfully Yuuta does emerge from their room before he can work himself into a tizzy.]
Yuu-
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Y-Y-Y-Yuuta?! You look, um, r-really good, b-but what's this about??
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It's late; most of the students should be in their rooms on the island campus, but in practice, probably a bunch of them are still playing around somewhere. Yuu, for instance, is sitting with a music notebook on a bench by one of the many canals around the place.]
I don't think I have enough new songs to come back with for everyone... It's a lot of work.
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I'm sure no one will mind. You should spend some time enjoying your time here, too.
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master/servant au
[Really, this poor guy....stuck with a worthless Servant like him...!]
Eh, I'm.....Rider. Mandricardo. Here to answer your summons. Uh. 'Sup. Wait, wait, no disregard that actually, w-way too casual....anyways. Treat me well, Master.
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Maybe he's just bad at introductions...? Suga can't say he's all that great at them either.
He pulls a memo pad out of his pocket and jots down a note, which he shows to Mandricardo.]
Hello
It's nice to meet you
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Suga and Tsuchigomori don't often have dates because of how busy they both are - but when they do have plans, if Tsuchigomori can't make it because something came up or is going to be late, he always calls ahead. Always. So the fact that Suga has been waiting outside this restaurant for fifteen minutes is setting him on edge.
It could be nothing important. It could be that the time got away from Tsuchi, or that there was a filing system error at the school, or something harmless like that-
Or - Suga tightens his grip on his sheathed glowstone sword - it could be worse.
Mind made up, Suga starts in the direction of the school, where Tsuchi should have been coming from.]
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However, finding him in said school proves to be perhaps a little more difficult than expected. It's possible the best place you may need to go is the one that Tsuchigomori has mentioned in passing: the third floor, either in the library or by the girl's bathroom where Hanako's ghost resides.
And sure enough, the ghost of a young boy will suddenly appear in front of Suga, floating in front of him if he approaches that area.]
"You know, I could have sworn that I've said it's dangerous for someone like you to be here."
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The good news is, the reason Tsuchi hasn't marked Suga as his mate properly yet isn't because Suga isn't good enough for him. Yako had laughed in his face when he asked. So that much is a relief.
The much worse news is that supernaturals who fall in love with humans have a tendency to go mad when their short-lived lovers die. Suga can't imagine himself as someone worth snapping over, but he doesn't want to risk it either.
But there's only so much he can do. His lifespan is cursed - he only has about eight years left. And even if he had that curse lifted, he'd still die at a normal human age, and leave Tsuchigomori here alone. Well, he'd still have Hanako of course-
Ah. Of course. There must be some way to make sure you linger as a ghost after death, right? Suga can't be the first person who wasn't willing to leave their supernatural lover behind. If he does enough research of occult books, surely he'll find something. Some way that Tsuchigomori won't have to grieve him.
While he cracks open a book of rituals, elsewhere, another book turns a bright red.]
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Still, Suga's book is a relatively new addition that has appeared in the library: normally, the library only keeps books of students and teachers, or anyone else that frequently visits the school such as the same repair man or family member that steps inside the school often. But due to Suga and Tsuchigomori's fate involving spending more time together to the point of dating, it seems the school has found and latched onto the thread of fate that Suga's life is connected to, and has caused the book detailing him to surface among the rest.
Tsuchigomori doesn't make a habit of reading it very often, though. He only glanced at it the first time it appeared in the library and he realized it was a new book that had not been there before, and then again a second time when he realized that they both had mutually romantic feelings for the other. However, he forced himself not to read too far past where the book mentions the start of them dating, because he can already tell that it's not going to say anything he wants to actually know in advance... namely, the reminder that this relationship isn't going to last very long, since Suga is a human and fated to die much earlier than Tsuchigomori ever will.
Today was no exception: he had no plans today to look at it, even if he does keep it on his private desk within the library rather than left on the shelf with the other books. This is the reason that allows him to actually catch it the moment it happens--one moment he's checking a different book for information, when out of the corner of his eye he sees the white book on his deck suddenly have a splash of red appear across the cover, like as if blood had dripped onto the book from above. He quickly stops what he's doing to pick up Suga's book, alarmed as the red spreads out across the book and, sure enough, dyes it a deep red ruining the pristine white color it had once before.
For a second, he debates just dropping the book and going to Suga's side immediately, but he forces himself to calm enough to open the book and actually check to see what happened rather than running into a potentially dangerous situation blind, flipping ahead to where today's date should be in the book...
Since then, Suga has had maybe... a generous twenty minutes perhaps to read his book of rituals that he's cracked open, when suddenly he will feel a hand on his shoulder gripping tightly from where Tsuchigomori is now standing right behind him.]
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and a forest.
it's not a particularly spooky forest, or at least it isn't spooky beyond the natural unease that might come from getting lost among the trees (...and the fact that going too far in inevitably spits you out exactly where you came from), but. still a forest. and today it's possibly a little more spooky for another reason: there's a tall, skull-headed figure dressed entirely in somber blacks and grays with dark blue accents lounging near the edge of it, sitting in the grass.
...on the other hand, she's surrounded by wildflowers, and has a bunch of them in her hands. ...she appears to be making flower crowns... ]
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And today there is a person with a skull for a head making flower crowns.
Suga stops here he is, then awkwardly waves. Hello there. Is it okay if he comes closer?]
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It's something he's been thinking of for a while, and he'd started bookmarking stories of virgin brides being sacrificed to appease a demon menacing their village. Of course that happening to anyone in real life would be horrible - but as a fantasy...
He'd managed, after a long time, to awkwardly ask Tsuchigomori if they could try something. He's not sure how he got through the whole description of the scenario he had in mind without melting into his seat, but he did, and Tsuchi said yes.
Suga had a few things to prepare, on the night they decided to try it out, so he'd asked Tsuchi to wait for a bit in the bedroom. Dressing up takes a while - even if this isn't really all that complicated of a dress, all things considered, it's still the first time he's worn one, and he wants to make sure it looks perfect.
Before they ruin it that night, anyway.
After taking a deep breath, he opens the door to the bedroom and steps inside, self-consciously smoothing out the ruffled dress. Luckily, his natural nervousness is definitely in character for this scene.]
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He almost falters, for a split second, once Suga actually steps inside and Tsuchigomori actually sees what he looks like in that dress. But, he forces himself not to just fuck Suga right then and there, instead shifting slightly in his reclining position to appear intrigued, making sure his fangs are on display when he smiles.]
Ah, there you are. I had wondered what was taking them so long to choose a sacrifice, but it seems they've picked out a rather nice one for me this time.
[He watches carefully for any sign he accidentally says or does something that doesn't quite go along with the script in mind, but for now he's pretty sure this works as he holds out a hand and gestures with one claw.]
Come closer so that I can take a better look at you.
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cw once again artistic liberty of attempting to rp the equivalent of a spider dick
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