CALL ME OUT! meme

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




or any from my { gen. muselist } and { homestuck-only muselist } ★

♡ 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. Memes For Inspiration! [ RNG ] i. The Mood Mismatch Meme ii. The Interspecies Love Meme iii. Someone's Asleep In My Bed! Meme iv. The Island of Misfit Prompts v. A Meme Full Of Tropes vi. The Firsts Meme vii. Jealousy Meme viii. Last Words Meme ix. "I'm Sorry" Meme x. The Suddenly Naked Meme xi. Suddenly! Hugs Meme xii. The Then & Now Meme xiii. Winter Meme xiv. University Life Meme xv. Midfuck Meme xvi. Cupcake Meme original meme code.

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[noodlegoggles]

[i'm doing the i'm sorry meme. rng gooo!!! AHAHAHA I GOT A FIVE. but rite, ok anyway. we meet again mr. country man thing. he's just gonna sit over here and squint like a squinty mcsquinter person. he looks like you just killed his favorite puppy. did you kill his favorite puppy amurika? idk y i'm rolling with this.]

University Meme // 10 // @Ryou

[romcom]

[Making the decision to get a room in the substance free dorm wasn't hard, really. Karkat's severely phobic of other people throwing up, and Ryou's personality switches are rare when he's medicated, but with stress being a major trigger, it's really better that they live wherever is quietest. They'd talked to their advisers (carefully avoiding mentioning that their desire to room together had less to do with friendship and compatibility and more to do with Karkat's 'fashionable' collar and the hickey just under it), and they'd made sure to get the two of them a double in a substance free building.]

[What had also happened, however, was two seniors ending up in a hallway of all freshmen, save for one room containing a duo of disgruntled sophomores. There are posters on the hallway walls talking about dealing with homesickness, and the RA makes the floor meetings mandatory. Karkat refers to it, quite eloquently, as 'fucking stupidass bullshit for baby freshmen' and is overheard by a girl who looks about 12 and her parents. It's not a good day.]

[And it only gets weirder when they start moving in their stuff. Carrying Egyptian artifacts, romcom posters and a box of restraints in from Karkat's shitty rented van is an interesting experience-- their neighbors aren't sure what to do with any of it. The RA doesn't know what to do with it, she's the same age as the annoyed sophomores and was not prepared for two sleep-deprived 21 year old boys to be attempting to rearrange their room so their beds were pushed together. They'd been bunk-beds before hand, and they don't actually close the door all the way before they discuss which end of the bedframes would be better to chain someone to.]

[And then comes the legendary required floor meeting. Karkat is looking grumpier than he has all day, grumbling something about being a grown-ass man and honestly more annoyed about having to relive the social awkwardness of his first night at college. Things hadn't really gotten easy until he'd started wearing the gold-and-black-leather collar, more secure in every way now that he's branded with someone else's ownership.]

Think they're gonna tell us about the goddamn shower pressure for the 80th time since freshman fucking year?

SUDDENLY HUGS // @Kankri

[hesthedj]

[Dirk has lived on the docking station for 9 years, 5 months, and 23 days, and unless the strange, semi-sentient creatures who share the place with him count, he's been alone the entire time. He has memories of being 10, on a real spaceship that does more than float leisurely in the direction you point it in, with his brother and a bunch of other people. There'd been a little girl his age with blonde hair he'd been friends with, and they'd been excited, her more loudly than him, to get to the planet they were going to. He doesn't remember it's name any more than he can remember much of the rush that ended up with him on this damn place-- the escape pods had been full, his brother had pushed him into the last one.]

[He spent three days in that pod, alone and in shock, sick with the awareness of what had happened to everyone else. In the time since, he's learned that the docking station latches onto ship signals that come near it. At the time, however, he'd been dehydrated, feverish and sure that the place was a dream.]

[It's a small place once you've been there long enough-- he spends most of his time in the terrarium, which is the only place in the whole station that isn't cold all the time. Instead, it's late-spring warm, and there are always plants in bloom. It's smaller than it looks- the walls are screens, making it look like there are mountains and lakes in the distance. Some days it's comforting, others, it's cruel, a reminder that his life takes place in barely enough space to fit a two story house.]

[The worst part of the whole situation (apart from the isolation) is the food. By the entrance of the terrarium is a machine that spits out artificial food sources in three flavors-- fruit/vegetable, starch, and protein. They aren't awful, but they're mind-numbingly boring after eating nothing but. After enough time had passed, Dirk had started eating the wild fruit as well, just for a change. There are about seven variations of edible plants, and Dirk is a master of every combination of their flavors. At first he'd been horrified of the strange insects that live in the terrarium, but if he can catch them, those nasty brown spider things that sneak around are surprisingly delicious and not protein supplements. Every few days, he hunts down a couple and shares them.]

[Who with? Well. He calls the original two Jake and Jane, but they've since had about a zillion babies. (By 'a zillion', he means 7. He calls the surviving 6 Tavri, Fefeta, Arquius, Erisol, Cal and Bec. Cal is his favorite). They're Norns, and his favorite residents of the station-- because the one the computer calls a 'Grendel' is a dick. Dirk named him Caliborn, and the first thing he did was kill the only Ettin on-board, a little girl creature Dirk had named Calliope. He's hacked the doors to keep the thing in the so-called workshop, because the place has no actual damn purpose anyways.]

[For the first 9 years, 5 months and 15 days, Dirk had dealt with life here, scavenging for food, swimming in the little pool that served as their water source, making sure the Norns didn't get themselves murdered horribly, and most importantly, spending a few hours every morning fiddling with the giant computer in the last room of the station. The communication feature had seemed entirely pointless, because in his entire stay here, the only communication he'd gotten was from the Norns, with their broken attempts at English.]

[And then he got an S.O.S. It was 3 hours old when he got to it, and it nearly stopped his heart in his chest. The pod's information stated that it was a lot fancier than Dirk's had been almost 10 years ago-- it's the only reason he's sure the person inside was still alive. It's been feeding him vitals the entire time, and it even lets Dirk send videos. He doesn't know anything about the person inside, except for the computerized id-- Kankri Vantas, age 18, male, blood type B.]

[But Kankri knows a lot more about Dirk.]

[On the first day, he'd programmed the computer to drift for towards the escape pod, and sent a video. There's a minute limit on each one.]

Hey there. This is Dirk Strider, and I'm coming to get you. Don't be scared.

[He makes it a point to only send a video a day, because it doesn't let him send videos often. Apparently, it takes a while for the computer to work. Sometimes, he brings one of the Norns.]

Hey again. I know it's not much to look forward to, but we have plenty of food here. Well. Mostly, it's just me. The Norns don't really count. I'll bring them tomorrow.

Hey. Told you I'd bring friends today. This is Jane. She's due to have another kid soon. Maybe you'll be here to see the baby hatch. They're pretty cute, even if they are pretty dumb.

I wish they let you send me videos back. It's... been a while since I talked to anyone. Shit, that sounds lame. I've been here for a long time. I guess it's not that stupid.

Sorry for yesterday. I shouldn't get so excited, I'm hardly the rescue party you're hoping for. It's really not so bad, though. Better than the pods.

Guess I should tell you a little about myself, huh? I'm 19, and I wear the shades because I'm sensitive to light. I have to spend most of my time hunting for food and tending to the Norns, but I love computers.

I used to live with my brother. He was a cool dude.

Holy shit, you're gonna be here tomorrow, aren't you?

The computer says it'll be two hours. Two hours, and you're here. Damn.

[He's waiting by the docking bay, all the Norns back in the terrarium, eating the food he'd gathered last night when he couldn't sleep. The machines are whirring as the pod docks with the station, and Dirk feels his heartbeat in his throat. Here we go.]

Oh Canadaaaa~ [xv, 6]

[teutonisch]

[She can't remember, really, the last time she went to a UN meeting that she didn't wind up bored at. Bored and playing paper football with one of the Italies or with Spain- if she was lucky. Bored and doodling on one of Germany's notepads if she wasn't. Snoozing through the meeting, as she had today, was a rare but prized occurence... except when it ended in Germany leaving her behind in sheer irritation.

Still by all rights, winding up in her current position was- in her opinion- a vast improvement over the conclusion of most meetings.

Especially since today it had ended with darling little Matthew being the one to try and wake her, and a little sleepy confusion combined with such a cute, concerned face and well...]

Ah--! Gott, harder...!

[She wrapped the leg not hooked over his shoulder around his waist, pulling him in with a little more force, fingers of one hand threaded into his hair, the other carefully pushing his sliding glasses back up along the bridge of his nose with a laugh and a teasing-]

Careful now...!