call me out v. 13.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

Comments

[maidofmistakes]

Are you sure? I mean, not that I don't believe you, just -- yeah. I hope you're doing okay these days.

[thesettingsun]

I'm okay! Doing better than I was when you lived here.

[Like she just moved away, which technically, that's what she did. Just moved very, very far away.]

You?

[maidofmistakes]

[A smile grows on her face.]

Pretty great... mostly. I mean, I know I made the right choice, but sometimes I still remember this place, and it feels kind of bad because of all the people who consider this life their real one. Sort of like I just ditched you, even if it was to go back to normal and save my world.

[thesettingsun]

It's not like we begrudge you for that or anything. You decided what life was your real one, you went back to it, you're happy. And your friends should be happy for you.

[Even if their real lives are different.]

[maidofmistakes]

[She shuffles her feet.] Yeah, but I know you didn't really like it before. Are things still okay here, though?

[thesettingsun]

Well, yeah, Dazai's still a dick.

[Never going to change his mind on that.]

I'm all good and so is Mista. Working on another novel.

[maidofmistakes]

Really? How's that one coming along?

[thesettingsun]

Writer's block. And not the kind that looks like a sheep.

[maidofmistakes]

Are you sure they're not the same thing?

[thesettingsun]

I'm sure. I went into my written drafts to check and everything.

[maidofmistakes]

Huh. What have you tried to get rid of it? I know I can't really provide any solutions, I'm not a writer or anything.

[thesettingsun]

I went through like five lists of writing prompts, tried freewriting, tried those word sprints...

[maidofmistakes]

Huh. Sorry I don't have any actual advice, but could you try maybe just talking about something? Anything. You know, to prove to yourself you can still tell a story or... something.

[thesettingsun]

When I do that it usually comes out as gushing about Mista for an hour.

[surprise!]

[maidofmistakes]

I mean, there's nothing really wrong with that, is there? If there's something you want to write, even if it's that, once you get it out, maybe it'll help with your project.

[thesettingsun]

Sorry, what's this 'getting it out' you're talking about? I only said an hour because after an hour my hands start to cramp from typing.

[he could go on for weeks.]

[maidofmistakes]

Okay, uh, yeah, maybe don't die for your art. Even if you really, really love the guy.

[thesettingsun]

What do you mean if?

[lina doesn't deserve this, I'm sorry]

[maidofmistakes]

I mean obviously you do, but don't die?

[thesettingsun]

Nobody ever died from a hand cramp, I'll be fine.