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[pcrtiallystcrs]

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

♛ extended muselist can be found here! heck, bully me into making a journal for ones i haven't yet if you want. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ any genre or cr works! i love ships but i love friendships too! i generally prefer to see how our characters and writing clicks before smut, but even then i prefer to do that on a more private post. ♛ desired aus: soulmates, pokemon, coffee shop/bakery, found family, detective and thief, persona 4, persona 5, angelic layer, royalty, fantasy (high fantasy, urban fantasy or jrpg), mermaids, pirates, monsters, post or mid apocalyptic (ask for zombies), genshin impact, fruits basket, stardust, infinity train, demon slayer, soul eater, identity v, any fusion of some previously stated au... ♛ favored memes: none yet, but feel free to send me one to work off of! ♛ as i'm still in active games, i think i'd like to hold off on crau for right now. meme code.

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maizonoooo come out and plaaaay

[violetlies]

[It began when Kokichi was pretty young. Everyone had one - a journal with unlimited pages, connected to a singular soulmate. As a kid, he hadn't put too much stock into it, but he'd seen it as a way to make a new friend. And with a life like his...he needed one.

He still remembers the first note he'd written in it, when he'd been brave enough to reach out.

Hi. You're my friend (I think). Do you like games?

The handwriting that returned to him was girlish and pink. It'd made him arch a brow, but he'd convinced his soulmate into a game of tic-tac-toe that day. She'd won. He didn't mind too much.

From then on, their correspondence was regular. Kokichi was always afraid to say too much, considering...his entire life up to that point. Born rich, born as an accident between an aspiring politician with no actual future and an heiress who was too naïve for her own good, leading to eventual clashes...

And him running away. He'd still written to the girl like nothing had happened on that day.

I made myself a cape. Aren't you lucky to know someone so talented?

Not that she wasn't, of course. Her correspondence was jumpy, but she mentioned things off and on - she got quite passionate about music - so he had the idea that she had a busy lifestyle too. One she didn't want to talk too much about.

That was fine. He'd have to know eventually - eventually they'd be brave enough to fully reveal who they were to each other, but that day hadn't come yet.

And it didn't. Not when DICE had been founded, not when he'd gotten his acceptance letter to Hope's Peak. Not until well into high school. Not until a pretty fateful mistake.

I've never said this so let me rag about it just once. They put me in the back row of my class. Back row. I can't see anything because of these tall asshats! >.<

Kokichi stuffed his notebook away back into his purple bag, grumbling to himself softly.]

Stupid tall people.

[That was when the bell had rang, class was finally dismissed, and he mulled out into the hallway. The crowded, dumb hallway. He wasn't fully paying attention, which made him bump into--]

Crap, sorry, it's cramped in here.

[He glanced up, and. Oh. That's...that's that idol girl from TV he accidentally bumped into. From the other class. And she'd just dropped a notebook, too. Hastily, to make sure no one stepped on it, he picked it up.]

Here.

[He held it out.]