Ask me about my memes

[mcmemeface]

The Awkward Questions Meme

 

Does your character have a deep, dark secret? An embarrassing past? A sensitive issue? Something they really don't want to talk about? Well, too bad. That thing is now written on their chest on top of a bright red sticker, and the sticker won't peel off no matter what. Uh oh!

Rules:

1. Post with your character. Write out what their sticker says - it can be something dark ("Ask me about how many people I've killed"), something gossipy ("Ask me about my crush on my friend"), something silly ("Ask me about my fear of clowns") or something vague ("Ask me about my secret identity.") No blank top levels, please!
2. Comment to other people asking about the thing.
3. Have fun and be awkward.

Comments

The Iron Bull | Dragon Age

[inachinashop]

Ask me about my bloodlust as a shitty coping mechanism! 😀

[The Bull grimaces down at his chest, not paying too much attention to the urge to move the strap of his pauldron to cover that last little part of it. It's out there now; the most he can do is act like it only sort of annoys him. Trying to hide the damn thing would only make it obvious how much he wants to hide it.]

Oh, come on! I can't like tearing assholes apart just because it's fun?

[moonbunnyusako]

“I mean you could, but now I’m curious what you’re trying to avoid dealing with.”

[inachinashop]

He grunts. "I'm not avoiding anything. I'm killing. Most people would call that a pretty direct way of solving problems."

[moonbunnyusako]

“What problems are you solving by killing the people you kill?” Her tone and expression are curious as she looks up at him.

[inachinashop]

"What am I not?" His grimace isn't quite gone, and his tone's got a sullen undertone in it. Having to explain this at all is shit. He takes the urge and he does something good with it. That's the only part of the story other people need to know. "Take out a group of bandits making themselves rich terrorizing innocent people and everyone wins, right?"

[holdshisown]

...

[The unusualy tall elf raises a sceptical eyebrow.]

In my experience that level of bloodshed is usualy caused by something deeper than that. But I can understand why you wouldn't want to talk about it.

[inachinashop]

[The Bull eyes him, suspicious for a moment. Then he sighs.]

It could stay that simple, if I could just get this damn sticker off. Why does magic always have to be about the creepy stuff? If it's not summoning demons or nasty blood magic rituals, it's making people talk about crap.

[holdshisown]

The truth would still be there, wether you wish to acknowledge it or not. It usualy depends on the one who wields it, it doesn't need to be a bad thing. Though blood and demons are a sign that you have probably ran into one of the less ideal ones.

[inachinashop]

[He gives a brief, amused huff.]

You can say that again. Sure seems like all magic does is shit things up, though. No offence if you're, uh-- You know. It just seems like 'truth' should be up to me to decide, right? I don't need a spell to tell me how I think.

[cunningschemer]

Huh. I wish I could say that was unusual, but I know at least a few people with the same issue.

[Mercenaries, mostly. And the occasional noble.

Still. Claude might not know who this large, horned fellow was, but he kept a sharp eye on his expressions and body language as a matter of habit.]

[inachinashop]

Shit, that's a relief.

[The Bull still looks tense, he still is tense, but the relief in his voice is real.]

That means you're not going to interrogate me about it, right? Because you know guys who like killing the same way who do just fine?

[cunningschemer]

No, no. It's none of my business.

[His own sticker reads, Ask me about my place of birth, and that is the absolute last thing Claude wants to talk about with anyone.

So, no. Not going to snoop where it's not wanted.]

Um. [He thinks about Dimitri- prince of delusion, the boar prince... eh. There are other examples.] Yeah, of course. Are you a mercenary? Seems to work better for them.

[inachinashop]

Oh, yeah! All you have to do is find a way to use it, you know? Find some guys who everyone agrees need to die, go out and do your job, and everyone's happy. Everyone who matters, anyway. What about you? Not a mercenary, but not everyone likes rubbing elbows with us either, and the ones who do don't really want to talk about the messy stuff. Are you a soldier or something?

[telahnem]

Sometimes it’s both.

[ he’s got plenty of shitty coping mechanisms that are also enjoyable. alcohol. sex. .. maybe a little teensy bit of bloodlust. it’s fine, they’re all doing great. ]

[inachinashop]

[He grunts, flicking at the edge of the sticker unhappily.]

I guess. Kind of a dick move to make out like 'both' is weird though, right? I mean, half my guys come at it the same way. It's not that weird. It's got to come from somewhere.

[telahnem]

It's only weird to some fucking lordling with nothing better to do than debate morality. Sometimes you gut a piece of shit and you get a little satisfaction that he won't be staining the world anymore.

[ nothing wrong with that as far as he's concerned. as long as you don't let it get out of control, anyway, and he's never, ever worried about bull letting it get out of control, either with himself or his crew. ]

[inachinashop]

Yeah, exactly! It's like... Taking out the trash feels good, right? That just makes sense! Just because this magic spell thing acts like it can see into my head or whatever, that doesn't mean it's right.

[cuttingremark]

Some people don't know how to appreciate good violence.

[inachinashop]

Exactly!

[Finally, someone talking sense.]

You and me know better than this stupid magic crap, right?

[cuttingremark]

And whatever mage cast it. Quite ridiculous.

[inachinashop]

Probably just some asshole trying to mess with everyone. It's not like the stuff written on us even has to be true, right? As long as everyone thinks it might be that's enough to screw with people.

[idkthechampion]

In my experience, most people don't want to look into the reasons they do just about anything, really.

[ Hawke was just going to give a shrug at that but- he's not exactly...not asking about it either as he peered over at the other man with a little tilt of his head and quirk of an eyebrow.]

Though as far as coping mechanisms go, at least it's an entertaining one.

[inachinashop]

Hey, if you want to dive into a couple of your worst nightmares right here in front of everyone, don't let me stop you.

[The Bull eyes him, still grimacing. If not wanting to look into it's such a problem, the Champion can consider that an invite to go first. Saying so ended up sounding a little more sour than he wants the Iron Bull to come off, though, and he's not in such a bad mood yet that he doesn't want to try and lighten things up a little after hearing the way that came out.]

Nothing on all the other fun ways to tear up an asshole, though? The way Varric writes about you, I expected more innuendo. Maybe a one liner or something.

[idkthechampion]

See? That's sort of the thing about being famous. Most people have heard of every last nightmare I had. So.

[ He's giving a little shrug at that because- not like Varric skipped the serial killer or the way Anders exploded a whole ass building. There's that warmth still in his voice as he flicks an eyebrow up at those next words, a cheeky little smirk appearing on the hero's face.]

Well if you'd like I could always ask you about the size of your...weapon. [ And just like that he was showing off exactly why Varric wrote about him the way he did. His hands reached up to hover in front of him before starting to move apart.] Just say when and and if I'm really impressed- it can be your turn to play twenty questions on me. How's that?

[inachinashop]

[The Bull chuckles, appreciative. There's the guy Varric wrote about, and he couldn't have picked a better time to pop up; if the Bull has to have a whole conversation about the bloodlust thing, he might as well be having it with the kind of guy who's happy to let himself get distracted making dick jokes.]

That's the thing though, how do you know I'm not blowing smoke up your ass? I could tell you I've got a three foot greatsword in my pants and get to ask you whatever I want. Doesn't seem that fair on your end.