shout your confessions meme

[devoutish]

1) Post a comment with your character spilling their confessions and innermost thoughts for all to see
2) Go around and comment to other characters ICly, expressing shock, awe, disgust, anger, etc.
3) Discuss, accuse, commiserate, threadjack, etc.

Comments

[devoutish]

If you refuse to share even the most basic details about yourself when we speak, I have an active distrust of you. I don't need your fucking life stories, yeah, but give me something - face, name, voice, gender, right, so I'm not talking at a fucking wall. Half of you don't know what it means to hold a proper conversation.

I was born and raised in the Jewish quarter of London. Other than when I was off at war, I've been around my people - with their community, familiarity, customs, belonging - for my entire life. Haven't got that here, and the loneliness crushes.

I've never been anywhere as terrifying and upsetting as Norfinbury. I've seen the desperation, fear, and hopelessness in some of your eyes, and I can see what I may look like in a few months if I don't get out of here. That's a terror of its own.

I try not to think how long it might be until I next get laid.

However many weapons you may think I have, I assure you that there's more. The little picture frame with the nails just barely scratches the surface, mate.

cw: House being a terrible, terrible person

[rubikscomplex]

I hear the sewing guru's good for a lay. Just tell her it's to help getting over her dead boyfriend.

[despiteeverything]

I think a lot of people here are wasting their time on stupid stuff

I wish people would stop learning stuff about me. Especially my powers and what happened back home. I'll be okay for now. Stuff about me's not really important with everything else going on

Sometimes I womder if nobody's gonna take me seriously. Sometimes I think maybe they're right.

If I have to die to save everyone again I will

I wish I was a monster like Mom


This place could use more dogs.

[brokethefirst]

Even if things about you aren't as important here, it's still a good thing to have someone to talk to about it when bad reminders or dreams come up. Even if all they can do is listen.

That's what I think, anyway.

[bywolves]

My real name is Royce. Melborn. Royce Melborn.

I'm a half elf. Half elves, where I come from, are considered less worthy than the mud under most people's boots. It isn't a thing to be proud of. House... brought out something ugly and painful in me when he found out.

Coming here means I left behind a fiance. Her name is Gwen. I was supposed to do this one last job and come back to her, and now I'm not sure I ever will. I miss her more than... than anything. I feel emptier every day without her.

Adjusting to not having Hadrian by my side is much harder than I thought it would be.

There are a few people here that I already feel as though I am on the way to doing anything for and that scares and angers me in a way I can't explain in words.

[devoutish]

I like Duster better.

murder and mutilation because Ecks

[ecks]

My name is Subject 437 and I am a flesh golem. I don't know who I am made out of but I know that they were all murdered. I don't want to know who I am made out of or how they were murdered. I think I must have a soul but I don't know why. None of my siblings have souls.

I have killed defenseless people and cut off their faces. I do not remember how many. I do not want to remember how many.

I don't want to go home. I mostly like living here and I think I would have chosen to continue living here if Andromeda didn't say we would all die if we did not escape.

[despiteeverything]

If you could go somewhere else instead of home, would you?

cw: murder and suicidal ideations in the last two

[rubikscomplex]

I've started caring about some of you assholes, and it's really irritating.

I miss my team. Foreman's a prick, Cameron cares too much, and Chase is a brown-nosing idiot... but god I miss them. Wilson, too. I even miss freaking Cuddy. I haven't talked to anyone normal in months.

I hate that one of the happiest moments of my life was here. That I owe it to the goddamn Administrator. I never thought I'd walk again without a cane. They say dying changes everything, I guess.

I get along better with the guy that murdered me here than most people in Norfinbury.

If I believed in God or the afterlife, I would have killed myself a long time ago.

[bywolves]

I could always do it for you. No need to worry about the afterlife, in that case.

[deus_ex_phs]

Sometimes I almost feel like I should remind people that people can read or listen in on your public conversations - even ones you had weeks or months ago. But then I remember that I don't actually want other people to use filters. Then I couldn't go through your conversations anywhere near as easily.

I don't even want to go back to my world when we get out of this place. I'd rather go to someone else's world - whichever world my friends all go to.

I'm not as loyal to ShinRa as ShinRa probably thinks. SOLDIER, yes, but ShinRa only gets my loyalty tangentially.

I'm going to stick a lump of ice on Zack's back next time he stuffs some random crap in my bag.

[devoutish]

Yeah, mate; it's great, isn't it? It's fucking bizarre, how willing they are to talk about everything where everyone can see, but I've found out many useful things.

[heroproceeding]

1) There was a man I looked up to and practically considered him as a second father. But in the end, I put an end to him. I'm so ashamed, I couldn't tell anyone. Not my best friend. Not my girlfriend. No one.

2) Streaking is very freeing. Just saying. If I actually had a home to go back to, I wouldn't mind walking around in it buckass naked sometimes.

3) I.. don't know if I have a future back where I'm from.

4) I feel so damned weak and helpless here. I've lost so many friends. I keep telling myself 'Next time, it'll be different', but it hasn't really changed anything.

5) I stole Kunsel's PHS once and sent out a mass-mail to all his friends confessing his love for the first contact he had on his list. Boy, was he mad.

6) The next thing stupid thing I find is going in Jim's bag.

7) I guess Al never found the stupid thing in his yet. Damn. Maybe I should just tell him about it.

8) I actually like eating TouchMe legs. I got teased a lot for this when my buddies back in the barracks found out. It might also have had something to do with why I pulled that one prank on them later. Really should have done that 'MmMm' thing.

[deus_ex_phs]

...when you get a house, I am never going to drop by unannounced.

[powersouls]

A lot of people have died because of things I've done. I told myself it was for good reasons, but I'm starting to think more and more that I just wanted revenge.

I've been told things about my future that I haven't experienced. Sometimes it's comforting, but sometimes I don't know how to take it. It's overwhelming.

I don't care if ShinRa has done good things. It doesn't come close to making up for the bad, and I'd do anything to stop them.

It terrifies me that this place can change our memories and mess with what we see. I'm afraid I won't be able to tell what's real and what isn't at some point.

One of my friends was killed before I got here. I shouldn't have let her go alone, and I wasn't fast enough to save her.

[bywolves]

You say revenge like it's a bad thing.

[seekthelight]

I value the lives of my friends more than my own and I make rash decisions because of it. A lot of people have died because of me or for me and I would give up my life to bring them back without any hesitation.

I'm starting to wonder if I really have a place in everything that's going on back home or if I'm just means to getting Ventus back.

I tell people I don't hate anyone and that there's good in everyone...but I don't believe that. Not completely.

I consider the Restoration Committee my family and sometimes forget about mine back home.

I'm scared of ending the war back home because then I won't be able to keep traveling and I won't be able to see all my friends.

[devoutish]

What are you, mate? Some sort of prophesied savior?

[headjacked]

I had my own body parts hacked off and scooped out to get further in my career, and I've stabbed a lot of people in the back. I don't really regret any of it.

I don't know what I'd do if Angel died for good. I don't know if I could go home, back to a future where she's dead and we've never met.

I still look up to Handsome Jack, even after all the shit his AI did to me.

I'm just not a very good person.

[bywolves]

You sound like any other person, to me.

[circumsutus]

Being here is the only thing keeping me alive.

[brokethefirst]

Are you expecting to die back home, then?

[brokethefirst]

I'm scared to go home. I shouldn't be alive right now, so... going home means going back to being nothing. But I still can't stay here.

Seeing people refusing to work together and merely cause chaos makes me... well, upset, at the least. Not angry, but... sad, almost. It's all such a waste of time.

I had a purpose back home. I had orders to follow, even if I didn't enjoy them. Here... no matter how hard I try, I always feel a little useless.

Anytime someone dies, no matter who they are... I feel like it's partially my fault. I can't help it.

I'm going to be shunned and mistrusted by a lot of people here, I think. I'm... scared for it. But I know that, someday, it's going to happen. I just hope it isn't soon.

If this is really post-2050 on Earth somehow, then it's a different Earth than I remember. Even with whatever illness overtook the town... you can still see the sky sometimes. The land isn't covered with graves. Part of me is... is really happy for that.

I just want to see a real, free-standing tree. Or a real bird. Just once.

[devoutish]

There are mass graves here, hidden.

[headjacked]

I'm not sorry, but I'm not stupid either. I'll play nice for now.

If I had another chance, though? I'd do it again. Maybe lay off the drugs next time. M-maybe.

[brokethefirst]

...I don't understand why they keep you around. You're a monster.

[rattlingthestars]

1) I don't like the person I was a year ago. I don't really like the person I am now. There was like two seconds where I thought I was going to get better but then everything went wrong again. Maybe Silver was just lying and I'm never going to do anything great.

2) As bad as I want to go home, the people I have here are a lot better than most of the ones I've got back there. I want to take 'em with me.

3) I never actually stole the cookies.

4) I'd rather die again than let anyone around me do it. Not just because I don't want them to die but because it's a lot harder to be the one left behind.

There was a part of me that gets mad at people for dying, even when I they couldn't help it, because it's just another person leaving me and I thought these people were going to be the ones to stay.

5) I don't deserve him.

6) Sometimes I think the only way to deal with people doing bad things here is to keep killing 'em until they stay dead.

[devoutish]

6 - there's a tactic. Will you try it?

cw: discussion of suicide with #3

[jumpthegun]

1) I have had the distinct pleasure of punching Sherlock Holmes in the face and beating him into the ground when he was being an insufferable dick.

2) I love - loved him, though, yeah. Like a brother. A really, really annoying brother who ruins you ever hoping to keep a girlfriend or a steady job or your sanity.

3) I still don't understand why he jumped off that roof. I think about it, what I could've done, what I could've said. Moriarty was dead, and that last call... I was standing right there and I couldn't do anything to stop him. We both knew everything in the papers was lies... and the last time I talked to him before that, we'd had a fight. I never got to tell him how much he meant to me, it was just yelling at him and then... god.

4) I've committed murder. Police never fingered me; didn't know about my service pistol. He was a very bad man and he deserved it. Don't expect they really tried too hard.

5) I know more about day time television than I would ever want to admit to. I got... really into this make-over show and some soap operas for a while.

6) When I got back from the war, all I could think about was getting back there, getting back into the action. It got bad, started having problems with tremors in my hands, a limp - all psychosomatic. Only thing that fixed it was chasing after murderers with Sherlock.

[devoutish]

No wonder you don't like being called police.

cw: mention of suicide

[lacecase]

A small part of me hopes that Clayton will just stay dead so I don't have to go through the pain I feel every time he dies. And so I don't have to ever experience the moment where he eventually gets tired of me like every other man in my life has because of how stupid and insufferable I know that I am.

My older sister tried to kill herself once. It's easier to just pretend that it didn't happen since she's okay now. I've never been scared that I'll be so torn up about something and feel so helpless that I'd go down that road but now I'm not so sure. These kind of thoughts scare me.

I don't know what good I am here. I don't think anyone trusts me to be able to take care of myself or help figure anything out, and what's worse is that I don't blame anyone for feeling that way.

Maybe it's true that all I'm good for is being a bed warmer.

[brokethefirst]

I believe in you, Ginger. Please, don't call yourself stupid.

[spoileralert]

I killed a man by accident. Sometimes that really scares me. Sometimes it really doesn't. Sometimes that scares me.

My dad unquestionably tried to kill me. He literally pointed a gun at my head and kept firing until he ran out of bullets. I still really just want to make him proud of me.

I don't think I've stopped being afraid since I opened the door to my dad's kitchen seven months ago. It's exhausting, not trusting anybody.

I'm not sure I have anything worthwhile to offer when it comes to getting out of this place. I'm just... normal. Maybe if I was better we'd be farther along by now.

[despiteeverything]

Everybody's normal here now. You've done more than me.

[swatsflies]

This place on top of going through Time Compression makes it pretty hard to tell what's real or not. Especially after some of the things that happened here.

I'm part of a group of elite mercenaries. Usually, we are task with battle support or undercover work.

I don't have any memories of growing up in the orphanage. In fact, most of my memories from before Garden are probably gone. I don't miss them. Can't really miss something when you don't remember it, right?

I miss my Ma and my friends, but, if I had the choice, I don't think I would go back home. There is somewhere else I want to be. Some where else I might need to be.

[rattlingthestars]

Zell... [ yeah, he knows what Zell's talking about with that last one. And the fact that Jim can't decide if he's elated or terrified is... Something.] What if they need you more back home?

[notaquaman]

My baby brother died in his car, which exploded right in front of me. He was with a girl I introduced him to and at a club I took him to. Maybe if I wasn't pissed drunk I would've been able to pull him out in time to save his life.

I found out my best friend Kelly was murdered right before I woke up here. Her ghost told me, because I can see dead people it's a wild ride. Even though I wasn't with her when it happened, I probably would've been if I wasn't shooting myself in the head for public entertainment. Don't know if I could've done much good either way, but now I might not even have the fucking chance to avenge her. And who knows how many of the rest of my friends are dead along with her.

The kicker is I'm still madly fucking in love with her even though we agreed to just be friends. It's driving me fucking mental.

My mum kicked me out of the house because I'm a twat, so I'm homeless and living in the community center that I'm serving community service at for lifting some Pick n' Mix. Or I was until I became famous, anyway--but the whole fame thing stops being so charming when you're trying to get a girl to rub away your STD and she falls and impales herself on her Mother Teresa Young Humanitarian of the Year Award and it completely looks like you murdered her when really it was all coincidental.

Oh yeah and I murdered two of my probation workers.

[averytinyparticle]

If I go home I'll be infected with Radical-6 and die, so I don't know what the point is anymore. Even if that doesn't happen, my world is a wasteland. I have no friends. I don't think my Grandpa even likes me, and if he does he'll be dead soon too, and I'll be alone.

I'm only trying to help find a way out for everyone else because I can't think of very good reasons to want to go back home again other than not being so cold all the time, but so many people keep dying so it's hard to stay motivated.

[despiteeverything]

You're coming home with me too.

[God do they just need to adopt half of Norfinbury.]

death in a lot of these

[lionson]

I really want to see my family again, even if it means that they show up here. And yes, I know how selfish that is.

I don't trust most of you. It's not that I dislike you or anything though.

Someone very important to me died a long time ago, and as I find out more about this place and how the dead keep coming back, sometimes I wish she would show up here too.

The stuff we face here? Not out of the ordinary for my world. But what makes it worse here is that I can't do a damn thing about any of it. Back home, there's weapons and stuff that can take care of anomalies easy. It's the helplessness that is the worst part.

The one thing I regret the most is that I couldn't save Yukio. Of all the terrible things I've done in my life, that's the worst.

[fifty]

I'm not used to having to explain the country thing so much. It's normal where I'm from even if most people don't really ever get to see us. I don't mind so much when new people don't believe me or people from places where there isn't anything weird, but it seems kind of dumb to me that everyone thinks people like me are the impossible thing after they've been here for a while and seen what sort of places everyone else is from. I'm not weirder than worlds of monsters and science fiction worlds and worlds where everyone fights with weird magic.

I've killed like--shit, a ton of people. More if you count indirect stuff, or like if you hold me responsible for everyone every American is killed. I mean, I guess sometimes I hold myself responsible for that? But whenever I killed someone myself--personally, I mean--I had a good reason for it. I still don't like thinking about it. So, anyway, I should've just killed Joker, even if that meant he'd end up somewhere else. I should've and then maybe other people wouldn't have died later because everyone would be in different places. I should've, but I think Luna would've gotten really upset. She was already pretty sad and freaked out? I didn't want her to hate me.

I hate how much I keep failing my citizens here. Every time an American shows up on the obituary I feel like it's my fault. I feel like that at home too sometimes but it's worse here when there aren't as many of you and things keep happening over and over and I'm right here and if I'd just known I could've been there to help or something. I hate not being able to do anything! I'd kill like the whole town if it meant my citizens were safe, or I'd die myself. That's not exactly a confession I guess since it seems super obvious to me but I don't want people to know here or they might put my people in danger to get at me or they might be scared of me or whatever.

I read everything on the network. I never say anything on it I wouldn't mind having attached to me. Even filtered stuff I assume people are reading. Sometimes if I think someone's being dumb I'll read their posts out loud to England in dumb voices.

Speaking of England, we're dating now. I've had a crush on him for decades so it's nice but I don't actually have any experience with this stuff so I'm kind of nervous.

Of course, I try not to act like I'm nervous or sad or scared about anything. I don't always do an awesome job at it but I'm America and when I'm from that means I've gotta have an image, yeah? My personality's kind of hard to get along with if you're working with me and people are jealous of me and also mad at me for legit reasons though it's not like I can usually help that. Sometimes people are just gonna be mad at you and you gotta do your best. It kind of sucks that a lot of people don't want to be friends with me for real, though.

[lacecase]

I think you're doing a really really good job! The best that you can right now! Cause things are like super tough and none of it is your fault no way totally not!

[blessedmaiden]

I miss my magic, thought, you feel so powerless once you're stripped of all your skills. I'd do anything to have access to my fire spells in this place...

I am an horrible person because I have a daughter and a great best friend, yet I'm not entirely sure I want to go back in my homeworld after all of this. Here I talk with so many people, back in my world I barely spoke with... too many of my old friends, the only one who has been at my side for the past seventeen years is a king who'd probably like to marry me. Too bad I have no romantical interest in him and the simple idea of becoming a human queen... no, thanks.
At least I know he will take care of my child if I never go back.

I wish I was born a monster like the rest of my family. It's been seventeen human years but I still struggle to accept that I was exiled because I'm not one of them. I know they did it thinking it was for my own good but I don't feel like I belong on the surface. Not completely.

I don't touch fireplaces even if I have a chance because I don't like... fire. Not if it's not magical.

The ice caves definitely are my favorite part of che city, I like being underground.

I don't understand tablets to much but I'm glad we can talk with them: when I've been around others it always ended with someone getting hurt... or worse, I like being able to speak with everyone without feeling like I might put them in danger.

[bookofnope]

I know exactly what you mean, about the magic. Exactly what you mean.

The last thing I would call you is horrible, Rydia. We change. Our bonds change. To hold on to them because we feel we ought to is nothing but slavery.

[heavensreader]

I can't read or write English, or Russian, or any language from Europe. The letters move, like they dance... but I can read Chinese, and I can read Tocharian. So it doesn't matter how defective I am. There's glory waiting for me. It's my destiny. I know it in my heart.

I don't miss my mother or my father. They were ignorant Hillsfolk. I never want to go back to Simla.

I want to be more famous than Dr. Stein, my teacher. It's ungrateful and treacherous to even think so, but I want it.

I think I really am jealous of Frisk and Quark. It would be so nice to have someone like Madam Toriel care for me... and it would be so nice to be a boy.

I hate my hair. At least now it's so cold, all the lice died. But I wish it were as good as Tifa's, or Angel's, or Vriska's perfect hair. They all have the loveliest hair. Mine is like a nest for birds and it breaks combs.

Vriska is perfect all over and I might be in love with her. This is terrible.

[devoutish]

This place is crawling with adults who wanna take care of kids. I was gonna try to bring Tifa to you. Thought you might want a woman about.

[AND EDITING ACTUALLY BECAUSE--]

-- Do you speak Russian?

[bookofnope]

My name was Thomas Guy Fletcher. My life had nothing and my death meant nothing. I don't know where I died and rose, or what's become of the place - they've probably built a strip mall over it, or something like.

I knew what my companions meant to me, but I never knew how much I needed to tell them as much. It's a little pathetic, to know I have to keep living on the off-chance of... receiving their forgiveness, I suppose.

None of you - not even you, Angel - know just how much effort it takes not to feed on anyone who looks remotely like I could overpower them. I'm starving. My kind are hunters. All of you blood bags... I fight it, but it's only a matter of time.

I very much hope the ocean metaphor in our dreams is just that. I don't like water. Drowning is the last way I want to go. Even fire would be better.

I know a hundred thousand secrets, and none of them matter anymore - the people, the history, all of it is dead. What do you do with thousands of years of a secret history, if none of it means anything anymore?


I like sweet things. A lot. I'd rather have blood, of course, but cake will do in a pinch.

I don't mind the hugs, either. Being touched is... good. Warm. It's really the closest thing to the feeling of brushing against life that I might get from feeding. Not the same, but close.

[lionson]

That's quite the list there. Ever considered writing it all down?