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lampdevil ([personal profile] lampdevil) wrote2013-10-05 12:17 am

The Call Me Out Meme!


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








refer to the list above for active muses. (Or here for full muselist!)
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.


meme code.

silver_reign: (Dynamo - You talk too much)

From the... forgotten... realms of... somewhere

[personal profile] silver_reign 2013-12-04 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
[The kiss... while it was surprisingly enough returned, it was weak from his end but still clear he tried. He stared up at her, long and hard. As if searching for the right words. Frowning he simply brought her hand up to his face and gently nuzzled it and closed his eyes.]

Thank you.

[Reaching up with his other arm, he moved to try to remove his helmet. Only he was soon finding out that moving was a task in itself.]

... Little help?
photonicfighter: (Dakki upgrade - crouch)

/zombie groans?

[personal profile] photonicfighter 2013-12-04 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[That was such a long look that he was giving her. Had she done the right thing, kissing him? But it was silly to worry about such things. With him wanting to hold her hand like that, how could a kiss have been the wrong thing to do?]

...aah. Of course, yes, yes.

[He'd likely be more comfortable with the helmet off, sure. She had to feel about to see if it needed to unfasten anywhere, and she did so carefully, her touch light. With that determined (and any latches or catches unlatched and uncaught), she'd gently pull it off and set it on the floor beside the couch.

And immediately afterwards, she'd take a moment to smooth his hair.]
silver_reign: (Dynamo - Suit |:)

AAAAH! ZOMBIE!!

[personal profile] silver_reign 2013-12-04 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sure, after a few clasps were undone and the helmet was finally removed, he felt somewhat more comfortable. At least in how his head was resting. For him, this entire moment was beyond his understanding. One, winding up in condition still seemed impossible. Two, feeling some what guilty because he wound up in such a position. Three... why was he feeling guilty in the first place?

Here he was though. Looking up at he, he parted his lips as if to say something... only found he couldn't manage any words.]