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

♛ refer to the list above for active 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/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy!
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
♛ if there's someone on my muselist who isn't listed here, feel free to call them out! you might have to wait longer for a response though.

meme code.

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[ ruffles hair ]

[ sitting on the couch ]

[ in his snuggie ]

[drinking a beer ]

[ It wasn't a place he had thought about in a long time, perhaps because he actually didn't remember it ever existing. Now though, with spurs clicking in time with the confident strides over cracked pavement, it seemed absurd that he ever forgot. The streets were familiar, mapped out in near perfection in his mind from walking them over a number of months, sometimes running to or from something. Usually from. This wasn't a safe place, even for a GRU officer.

His hand fell to his side, then. Fingers sliding over the handle of his revolver in some Freudian gesture of a search for security. Twelve bullets. He could do a lot with twelve bullets.

For now, he'd allow himself to succumb to Maslow's staircase of needs — shelter, food, water. Security. Maybe he could even find out if he was alone in this godforsaken place, or if any of the other poor unfortunate souls had found themselves back here again. Maybe John, if he was lucky. Maybe EVA, if he was unlucky. Even the Fear would be preferable to no one. As for the people he'd met here, both during his first confusing tour and the second that had been so vastly different... well, he didn't remember most of them. Couldn't drag up their names or faces even if he tried, more for a lack of interest than an ailing memory.

Of course... there was always Reno. That would be something else entirely. ]

[They'd been at what seemed to be the end, the light literally fading as the wall overhead began to crumble. Anders always hated the blasted Deep Roads. It was with his last breath that he reached into his coat and whispered to his beloved cat, instantly regretting bringing Ser Pounce-a-lot into this shared fate.

That was when it happened. A blinding light had flashed and everybody must have supposed it was Anders casting a final and glorious spell, because they jumped back into battle. Either that or they just didn't want to die, which Anders was also agreeable to.

As the last Genlock fell to its death, his cat bounded out of his robes and into the fray, sitting triumphantly atop one of the Darkspawn corpses. Anders was ghost faced as he looked from Mahariel to Pounce, from Pounce to their other two companions, and back to Pounce. Reality seemed to hit him at full force then, Anders appealing to the Commander for guidance.]

I didn't just hallucinate all that, did I?

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