totherelentless | CMO 2022 !

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CMO 2022 !

【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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[it's been something of a day for Helena. she can't tell what's been softly clip-cloping behind her all day, nudging her hands, her head, beyond thinking it's soft and horse shaped. no one else seems to be acting like it's wrong - and the one time she asked what creature was around, her friend had acted as though it was a joke, like there was nothing. though through her classes she's been distracted by little huffs, movements trying to get her attention, even nosing at her cane. it's caused her usual sharp focus and care to be so distracted, and she doesn't know how much longer she can take it.

sinking down by her favorite tree, it's not long before she feels warm breath, a soft nose pushing at her hands.]

Please...I don't have anything to feed you, friend...

[she can't deal with an invisible horse, soft as it is. why does it want to bother her, all day?

a young woman really shouldn't look so tired when being graced with a unicorn's presence, but she doesn't know what to do.]

[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.]

[It's dark.

All that it knows, is, was, has reduced to a sudden and confusing absence. It had a name, once. A history. A belonging. A sense of self snuffed out with distant shaking of the ground. Of being buried in the mud only to be taken out and washed up, stored away, in a panic it couldn't understand. Of the shadow of birds passing in the dead of night. Of noise. Of red. Of heat. Of a slow, dripping, wa r p i n g l o s s. . . .

.

.

.

The call that comes feels sudden, in the midst of all that is left. A candle lit in a void of nothing physical, a request made with fire and steel and a pull of energy into the realm of the spiritual. Ah... that's something to follow, isn't it? Maybe, maybe not. But it's bright, and beckoning.

It reaches out, and answers.

A heart pounds for the first time. The taste of sweat lingers, the sensation of fingers stretching out like an opening flower, a chest filling with a first exhaling gasp of air.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Welcome home.

Open your eyes.

...

It doesn't recognize this place. The room it now occupies. The sensation, the weight to its left. It flexes a hand, feels the heaviness of the polearm, and brown eyes flick to the blade.

...Ah. There it is.

There... he is.

His voice stays caught in his throat, letting the wave of new sensations settle. He feels... strange. Hot. Unsteady. The sweat feels thick. But his eyes still land on the lone human in the room with him. The one who called for him, perhaps. Would that make them...]

...Aruji. [Master. His brows tighten slightly with a tilt of his head.] Is... that right?

[He would never ask her to come with him for long to the citadel. Their mission always took priority, and his loyalty to his master overtook anything else. But the time spent in the warped space of a Japan he would never know, with people who never belonged there, and knowledge of worlds beyond their own even outside of those civilizations beyond the ocean... it's given them a chance to explore that a Touken Danshi would never really consider.

Really, he's not sure the Saniwa will allow for it. So on their safe departures back to their homes, with a way to visit one another, he asks Lumine only for patience at first. Let him finish his mission, return home safely, and he would find his way to her. There is want that stirs in his chest, a mix of desire and excitement and anxious energy that feels too new, too selfish. But he is, at his core, still a Touken Danshi. A tool was still a tool, still bidden to its master.

...

He keeps himself composed as his team finishes their time with his former master, freeing him of the influence of a bitter tsukumogami. He leaves Sadachika behind to a nameless, forgotten future with an oddly aching heart.

But they're home now. He's tended to his own repairs, watched Akashi and Sengo both file in for long stays to be whole again, and successfully dodged Kotegiri's requests for endless dance practice for days on end.

Only then does he bother to pull out the same device they had used back in their shared space together, untouched for weeks upon weeks upon weeks. How it still worked, he would never understand... but at least the demons they once held inside would no longer be a problem.

It's bittersweet, to not see Keigo anymore. But Otegine tries not to dwell in the feeling, instead flipping to a new conversation, his stomach knotting as he types in Lumine's username]

UN: MATSUDAIRA --

lumine? can you read this?

it's otegine. i'm home. i'm safe.

[A pause. His lip slips between his teeth, worrying at it while he types a late addition--]

i've missed you

[--Damn it. No, what's something better to say... IS there anything better to say? Wow this is harder than he thought it would be.]

i hope everything is okay over there. i haven't forgotten what i promised but i know its been long.

im sorry i made you wait. let me know if you're okay?

[Aira sits on the bench outside of the teahouse he's supposed to meet his new fiancé at, trying very very hard not to tug on the sleeves of his kimono and ruin the very specific look his mother strove for.

This is stupid. It's stupid and it sucks and he doesn't know how he's going to tell Hiro-kun that they can't meet up next time he's in town because Aira will be engaged if not married and that'll just look terrible if he meets up with someone not his husband like that.

At least this guy's apparently some minor lord's second son? Or something. Either way, it'll be good for the family.]

[Once upon a time, a young idol was practicing in the studio, waiting for his friends to arrive so they can work on the choreography together. It had been nice, light practice, where one just reviews their old moves to see if it looked good on the mirror and adjusted if it seemed off. Nothing big.

Then a huge portal just pops up out of nowhere and throws Hiiro into another world.

And that's how, out of nowhere, he lands on top of you with a startled yelp. Sorry.]

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for vic!

maizonoooo come out and plaaaay

for saniwa

for lumine

grabs Hiiro and runs--

you know what i'll let you decide