Are you not embarassed?

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SHAME YOUR CHARACTER! the meme 


 

Familiar with the concept of 'pet shaming'? Basically, your pet does something bad, you give them a sign, and take a picture so the whole world knows their sins. Google has many examples. Now. We do this for our characters.

○ Post with your character! Name and Canon in the header.

○ DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. BLANK COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED.

○ A magical invisible fairy has placed a shame sign on your character of whatever terrible (or terribly embarrassing) thing your character is guilty of. Write what this sign says in the comment section.

○ Tag out! Make a new friend! And by make a new friend I mean make fun of them!

Comments

perhaps five. and three dogs are now following them.

[ridged]

Who said there was? I simply know that, if it came to blows all of a sudden, you'd have me in a headlock regretting my life choices faster than I could cast. We're two different specialties, and there's nothing less about that.

[His smile warms, softens, and he comes out from behind the mirror at last, if only to stand beside her as close as can be managed with minimal discomfort, and point at their reflections.]

A fine sight, that. A damned fine sight.

Karlach has named all three and spoils them incessantly

[going2buildabear]

[That earned another laugh from her, because well, he was right!]

Luckily it wouldn't take long for you to see reason, and we'd get on splendidly after that.

[There's an urge, when Wyll shifts around to stand with her, to tilt her head and bump horns with him. A thing resisted with long practice, given she didn't want to harm him, but the want to share affection was still there, enough that her head tilted briefly before she caught up with herself, giving the reflection an approving nod.]

Look at that fine, upstanding pair.

are they clive 2, clive 3, and clive 4. i gotta know what she named em

[ridged]

[He sees the most minute of movements from that repressed urge, and-- well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what, exactly, Karlach had wanted to do. So Wyll turns to look at her horns just for a moment, rubbing at his chin, before

ever so gently and quickly, quickly enough to not risk the layers of keratin shielding the soft flesh and blood core in his horns

knocks the tips of their horns gently together.]

We're veritable pillars of the community, are we. The Gate'll never know how she missed us until we return.

WOW NO, it's Pepper, Pixie, and Pearl- and the ribbon snake hiding out in her tent is Tassel.

[going2buildabear]

[If Karlach had realized what Wyll was about she might have dodged it, simply out of worry for his well-being. But he'd been quick enough that she didn't have time to process before she felt that jostle of horn against horn, the dull clunk felt more than heard. And even after so very long, familiar enough that it momentarily took her breath away, eyes widening slightly, engine revving a tick.]

You... [The next laugh out of her was a bit breathless, a little watery, but genuine all the same, a warmth kindling in her that had nothing to do with the engine and everything to do with the kind gesture Wyll had offered.] Absolutely right. We're nothing if not absolutely vital to the Gate, they'll sing our praises to know we're back.

i love that she really is just a magical girl. queen of my heart and my soul, karlach cliffgate ;_;

[ridged]

I don't know about you, but I would pay to hear how bards would describe you in song. You'd have more than enough admirers trailing after you once word got out about your character, deeds, and looks.

[Idly, as he admires their reflections (and makes note to not look at her too long, lest he embarrass her for noticing those watery eyes):] ...I know you impressed upon me that horns need oiling, but with how you run...Do you have any extra maintenance that needs tending to? I'd be glad to start chipping in and learning proper procedure from an old hand, if you'd let me. And what are friends for, if not reaching places you can't on your own?

Does that make Wyll her Tuxedo Mask?

[going2buildabear]

I don't know, I think some of them might be spooked off by how much of a menace I can be. Their loss though!

[Not that she's overly upset by that- she's a big lady, which on it's own can be intimidating, let alone with how bombastic she can be. It's not everyone's cup of tea, and she's quite content with the friends she's gathering in the meanwhile.]

Oh the horns? [She blinks, free hand lifting to touch one consideringly. Given the implications to helping with that sort of grooming... she should just say no. Wyll has no idea what it means, it would be the gentlewomanly thing to turn him down. And yet...]

For me it's mostly extra oiling- the heat and all saps the moisture right out pretty quickly. Beyond that it's just minor stuff- if a horn gets gouged or cut, you gotta knock off the edges a little. Stuff doesn't get wedged in that way, and it keeps the outside layers from getting chipped off in a way that can make things worse, you know? Doesn't hurt or anything to leave if it's not too deep, but it can definitely itch some, especially if you get a pebble or something wedged in there.

[She doesn't outright neglect her horns, but Wyll has his own to compare to, and it's clear that she could definitely be taking better care of them, if what she was saying was true.]

she does all the hard work and then he comes in, strikes a pose, and runs away again. so yeah

[ridged]

[He listens intently, mouth thinning out in thought as he looks at the reflections of their horns; first hers, then his.]

...That's very helpful to know. Thank you, Karlach.

[But. But! That thoughtful expression turns just the slightest bit sheepish, and his head tips away just to be safe.] But I mean to earnestly offer to help you maintain your horns, not just learn how to maintain mine.

Wyll like 'why does my eldritch blast suddenly look like roses?'

[going2buildabear]

You-

[A faint flush, hidden easily enough in her complexion, given away by a faint flicker of embers from the vents in her shoulder as she glances towards him. Surely he didn't realize the implications in that sort of offer, the importance of who a tiefling trusted to take care of their horns like that?]

Might be kinda dangerous, heat and hands and all... [It wasn't a no, though. She just didn't want Wyll getting himself hurt trying to help her out!]

it's LOVE and SHOUJO MAGIC, wyll-boy! same as karlach's axe being pink with hearts and gems!!

[ridged]

I'd wear gloves.

[He clears his throat, still not meeting her gaze; he can hear her vents puffing softly with those embers, and knows that, perhaps, he's been caught out. So it goes.] And I would only apply a little at a time.

If you'd let me. And I'd let you help with mine, since I doubt you'd let me earn a favour without being repaid.

It's an offer that doesn't need an immediate answer, but it's extended as long as you're willing to think on it.

Let's be real, Karlach would be *delighted* at her axe being so pretty!!!

[going2buildabear]

[It's not Wyll's fault that Karlach is weirdly perceptive!

And it's so damn sweet that offer, whether or not he really does know what the implications are. But then she's found that just to be how Wyll is, a kindness to him that's just utterly charming. She can't help but chuckle softly, lips pulling to a smile.]

I mean it being you, I might let it slide. But I suppose if you're gonna take all these precautions... it'd be nice.