/takes two memes and stitches them together

[lyntergalactic]

THE FORCED HONESTY MEME

ONE. post a comment with your character, either a blank comment or them confessing something TWO. reply to other characters with questions and/or reactions. THREE. no one has a brain-to-mouth filter anymore. everything they say has to be the honest to god truth. FOUR. hideousness ensues FIVE. no one is ever late, this meme has been done in various ways like sixty times before, and i will love you forever if you know where the gif comes from

Comments

[exceptfebruary]

I look forward to it.

[hacktivist]

You... would be alone. Do you mean that certain people exhaust your reserves more than others?

1/2

[bullseye]

Yeah, well, I don't want--

[aggressiveapathy]

So what's the difference between an employee and a henchman.

[enigmaestro]

Your most humiliating childhood moment?

[candidly]

Yeah. Like... if I'm with Johnny and Jess and Peter, and we're doing something low-key like just talking or watching movies or something, I hardly need any time by myself. Almost everyone else I can only handle in small doses.

[enigmaestro]

... There's a difference?

[goryteller]

[bullseye]

--I'd engage him in some bloody hand-to-hand combat, he can't turn that shit down, it's like foreplay--

Aww shit.

[aggressiveapathy]

So I'm like some kind of part-time sidekick in evil?

[enigmaestro]

I assume you're pleased about this?

[enigmaestro]

Oh my goodness, that turned out better than expected.

[aggressiveapathy]

Shut up.

[enigmaestro]

And I assume that's a yes.

[aggressiveapathy]

Oh my god, whatever. It's better than the permits desk, I guess.

1/2

[bullseye]

HEY I didn't say it was like foreplay for me (it absolutely is), so fuck you!

[bullseye]

What the fuck!

[enigmaestro]

They could possibly be evil desks, I hope that suits.

[bullseye]

How would a romantic evening with stormin' Norman go? Don't spare the juicy details, you cocksucking bastard.

[remarkablyspry]

What're your favorite things to eat, Mister Katurian?

[phobic]

My dear.

I recognize your almost pathological need to keep the weak safe, to reach out with compassion to the needy, to seek a spark of goodness in the most reviled and dangerous.

And I recognize the fear that you have evil in you--because that is what the righteous--and would -be righteous--often fear.

Should I go on?

[whatwouldspideydo]

Like a bunch of feelings I thought I had gotten over all came back and piled on top of every other problem on my plate.

[aggressiveapathy]

Cool. So long as I get a nickname.

[phobic]

On occasion. And I'd love to hear you scream.

But no more than any ordinary person--and often a good deal less.

[enigmaestro]

You son of a bitch.

[Sloooow hissed exhale.]

All right, we'd initiate with something sophisticated. Most likely the opera, followed quickly by an expensive and very private dinner. I have the press to consider, after all.

Then we'd get into costume.