Call Me Out Meme;

[arkaniae]

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

★ Active; Currently in game
★ Strong; Confident in voice
★ Medium; Confident enough, but needs review
★ Medium; Not confident yet and needs review
★ Weak; Needs canon review
★ Weaker; Have not been able to voice test


【♛】refer to the list above for muses.
【♛】post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line!
【♛】can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/whatever tickles your fancy!
(just know that smut will probably not happen, but I can try.)
【♛】feel free to make up a scenario at the start, refer to memes, or wait to see what happens on their own.
【♛】i'm up for anything, but here's a list of muses I want to play the most at this point of time.
【♛】i am able to pull out whomever, but some journals may require canon review or linking icons.
【♛】i basically put down entire muselist with journal and icons, but you may always refer back to this
if you would like to know about the character/canon better if provided.

Completed【♛】Active【✔】Pending【✿】Dropped【✖】

Comments

Emily

[relativelyfast]

[Leaving was the hardest part.]

[Fighting the agents of Talon? Leaping into action despite a law that forbade her from doing so? The myriad of other challenges that awaited on even the most basic of missions? None of them phased Lena Oxton. But whenever it came time to leave her flat, the butterflies started fluttering.]

[Tonight was a routine patrol. They didn't know if they'd run into any trouble. Still, as she slipped her chronal accelerator on. Her hand lingered over the cool metal, right where Doomfist grabbed the previous version and crushed it. I'll stay safe, she told herself. I'll stay safe and come back to her.]

[And now came the hardest part of all, where she'd step into the living room and force a smile and say goodbye to Emily like she was just heading to a corner office to file paperwork. She could push through anything with a smile, after all. Everyone expected that. She pushed the bedroom door open and stepped out into the living room.]

Well love, guess I gotta dash off and keep the world safe again. You don't have to wait up.

Closed to Amu;

[deviantstray]

How long had it been since he'd known Amu now? It had to be close to 7 years now. Sure he had always teased her and whenever she was in trouble, he couldn't help but rush to her aid. How times change... Utau's comments about how he'd changed stuck with him longer than she probably assumed it would. He wasn't interested in any girls or dating for so long, but that changed with Amu. He knew that she struggled with how to feel for a good amount of time though, so he never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable or have to decide on what she felt too soon. There was no sense in rushing things.

The fact of the matter is he fell for her and it was quite unexpectedly. She had become important to him and while his tactics to keep the people he cared about safe were.... not ideal... He'd make her hate him if that's what it took to keep her safe. He'd act cold and distant to her or even Utau for that matter if it meant they wouldn't have to take the blunt of the damage. He'll do what he has to to keep them safe, no matter what. Thankfully there was no longer a need to behave the same way he had while in high school. Easter had been dealt with and were no longer a problem. Amu was safe.

It had taken a year or two after visiting for Yuu and Yukari's wedding to really track his father down. Turned out he was closer than Ikuto realized for a good chunk of the time, but it was nice to finally find his father. But he couldn't stay for long; after all, he had a promise to fulfill. He hadn't seen Yoru since, which was a shame, but he knew he was always with him in spirit. Now all that was left was to return to Amu.

Would she be ready to face her feelings head on? Would she know what she wanted finally? He couldn't say. She'd always been indecisive and even if it meant waiting longer, he would wait as long as she needed to understand how she felt. It wasn't until maybe a year that something happened. He'd won their bet.

He'd honestly forgotten about it for a long while, but it didn't keep him from using it to tease her. More than anything, he was glad that she finally figured out what she wanted. Fast forward a few more years and Amu had turned 20 a few months before. They'd dated over the few years and while he was content with how they were, Utau would not leave him alone about it. Just because Kukai had proposed to her and they had become engaged about a year ago did not mean that he needed to make that step.

.... But that's when Utau's constant nagging about he was bad at relationships and she wasn't sure why Amu had to patience to put up with him wouldn't leave him alone. He hadn't thought too much about the idea of it before too much, but he found himself thinking about it more and more. Would Amu even be ready for something like that? Would he? He wasn't sure. He knew that she was important to him and he'd become more dependent on having her around. Would she even want to? He wished Yoru was here to help him out with this; not that he'd have much to say. He'd probably just offer slightly disgusted opinions on the matter and go on his own way.

There comes a time in your life that you meet up with your dad to talk about it. He hadn't been able to spend much time with him, even after finding him, but he was at least around now. He really didn't know who else to turn to about something like this though. He already knew Tsukasa would just tease him endlessly and generally.... wouldn't really have anything useful to say about it. So here he was asking his dad on what to do; which he found to be humorous that Ikuto of all people was asking, but also proud of him. It took a long time to figure it out as well as get an engagement ring ready. Why did they have to be so expensive?

So here comes the time where Ikuto invites Amu to the old amusement park. There wasn't anything there anymore, but it was the sentiment that mattered. Even with it gone, this was an important place for him for his childhood as well as the memories he'd made with Amu over the time they'd known each other. Once Amu arrives, she'll probably be able to tell that today was different. He had no need to dress nice most of the time so he'd been pretty casual with his outfits overall. For an occasion like this though, casual would be out of place. Today he was wearing something different. He refused to wear a tie though, because that was overkill and... he just didn't like ties.

Ring box in one of his pockets, he just waited for her to show up, overlooking the late park.

may i speak to the manager (akechi) please

[prison]

[ Phantom Thieves, stealing hearts, fighting Gods- those all seem like a lifetime ago, a past life that he'd lived and shed when he returned to the countryside where home actually is, never looking back. He has certainly kept up with his friends, but they never bring up their activities as Phantom Thieves- only anecdotes of events that happen during the time through the lens of another perspective but not their own. These days, they only talk about what's going on their life and where their paths are taking them, which Akira prefers. It's pretty embarrassing talking about their old glory days as though it wasn't only half a year ago.

Going back to Tokyo is like walking into a memory, or being in a dream when you're aware you're in a dream. It's familiar, yet so different, and the faces feel the same even though he's not remembered a single face.

It's going to be different, being here without the majority of all the friends he used grind hours with on a daily basis— but, at the very least, he still has Sojiro and Futaba, and several other familiar faces he means to visit before the summer's over.

That is, if he isn't stuck at work for the rest of summer. Sojiro has gone out for an errand and has enlisted Akira to take over the shop in the meantime, citing that he has to, and will have to continue to, earn his keep. Akira doesn't resent him for it, especially when he's boarding upstairs for virtually no cost. On a day like this, too, when the rain comes and goes and the customers are scarce- he can handle the awfully simple task of keeping the place running.

Still, he can't help but feel a sense of melancholy as he listens to the pitter-patter of the torrential rain outside while cooped up in an empty cafe. Nothing else to do but to make himself a second cup of coffee and clean the counter while he's at it— that's when the doorbell rings in a customer, much to his surprise. He puts down his towel and turns toward the door. ]

Welcome—? [ he stops dead in his tracks, dropping his cup— its shatter breaks the momentary silence between them. ] Akechi?