Call Me Out.

[misheard]

【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. meme code.

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DDD!Issei oops

[croibhristeoir]

[So this whole switch-y thing sure is awkward. TVK!Diarmuid, though he was still the same person at heart, was...different. When compared to Issei's submissive and sometimes hesitant Servant, this Diarmuid carried a year's worth of carefully gained confidence and self-worth with him. But along with that, far beneath the surface there were traces of bitterness and anger that Issei's Lancer simply refused to acknowledge.]

[Things were awkward in a number of ways, more so when Issei walked in on a very human Diarmuid changing his shirt.]

Oh--sorry, I didn't hear you coming. Is there something you wanted?

[He looked over his shoulder, the fact that there was a very clear and very obvious pair of scars from a particular impalement on his chest and the back of his shoulder.]

oops

[unknownrival]

No, I was just checking up on y...ou.

[He noticed.]

[croibhristeoir]

...What's wrong? You look like you're about to faint, brother.

[Sure, he had a fair amount of smaller scars from night after night fighting Shadows, but hey. He was a knight, that much was to be expected, and a lot less noticeable next to the holy shit huge pair.]

[unknownrival]

I-I'm sorry. I just didn't expect you to have those scars.

[croibhristeoir]

Wh...oh. Having a human body does come with that drawback, I've found. [Diarmuid pulled the shirt he was holding over his shoulders, pausing a moment with a hand over his heart.]

...Sorry. I probably look like something of a wreck, don't I?

[unknownrival]

It just pains me to see the reminder that anyone I care about has ever gotten hurt at all.

[croibhristeoir]

There's no going back and changing it, I'm afraid. Not for me.

[And there was the faint bitterness, the distant and almost cold look that his Diarmuid would probably never have.]

[unknownrival]

I know. I wasn't suggesting that there was.

[croibhristeoir]

...I still can't believe it was possible once, to be honest with you.

[unknownrival]

In an infinite array of parallel worlds, anything is possible once. I'm sure I've been born a woman. Or we could all be intelligent birds.

[croibhristeoir]

I am not one to complain, yet...it doesn't seem fair. I would have preferred if my fate would remain uniform one way or the other.

[unknownrival]

I don't think that's all right. If we were unable to change our fates from what was written for us, I would never have met you at all.

[croibhristeoir]

...no, I suppose you're right about that. I think I'm just jealous of yours and how fortunate he is.

[unknownrival]

I don't know if he is. Certainly, he hasn't gone through what you have, but he always seems... so lost. He doesn't know what to do here. You have much more of a clarity of purpose to you.

[croibhristeoir]

I imagine leaving the war unfinished one way or another would have been...difficult, for me. But trust me when I say it is better than the alternative.

[unknownrival]

Not only that. There's nothing for a knight to do here, really.

[croibhristeoir]

I've noticed as much. Even Prospero manages a balance between peaceful life and fighting, so I adjusted well enough...even though it's gone out of its way to be difficult.

[unknownrival]

I think you might be happier in the long run there.

[croibhristeoir]

...I haven't been truly happy in a very long time.

[unknownrival]

[...he can't say much, so he just grumbles to himself.]

What is my other self doing, falling down on the job like that.

[croibhristeoir]

...It's not his fault. Or anyone's, for that matter.

[unknownrival]

It may not be his fault, but he's your brother, isn't he? Then he should be doing everything he can to make you smile.

[croibhristeoir]

He does, as does Arturia and everyone else. It's...not really a matter of lacking companionship.

[unknownrival]

Then what is it?

[croibhristeoir]

It's hard to pinpoint with any real accuracy. Maybe I'm just...tired, in more ways than one.

I'm tired of being so frustrated and angry, of working myself to the point of exhaustion and still not being able to sleep, sick of standing by and knowing the person I live can never be happy with me, and I hate dealing with Kayneth and Kiritsugu.