http://terribly2shy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] terribly2shy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2010-07-27 04:12 pm

Tell confessa-a-bear

Here's how we do it.

1. Make a post for each character confessing something. It could be ceiling-cat, inner angst, a secret love, or hey, maybe you just want to list all the things that the character feels are so pent up inside him just bursting to get out. Weight of the world on his shoulders?
2. People reply to those posts with reactions to the confessions. It can be "what were you smoking when you did that" or "uhwhat?" or even "nice job, buddy!"
3. Forced honesty, uh-yep.
4. Bonus! Make as many confessions as you'd like!
5. Profit!

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-07-28 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
The only two murders that have ever upset me were the murders of my mother and my former husband.

[identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com 2010-07-28 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think anyone gives a drek after your revelations earlier.

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-07-28 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
I am not surprised. Since the Angels arrived the humans have called me the 'Devil's Right Hand'.

Clearly using the common logic I am evil.

I am merely making the world a better place.
greennotgold: (Blank)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-07-28 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Why did those upset you?

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-07-28 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
My mother did not even recognize me when I killed her, and my husband... I truly loved him. He was the one person I let my guard down for, and he gave me to the enemy so that I may take the throne.
greennotgold: (It's dangerous to go alone.)

[personal profile] greennotgold 2010-07-28 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
...I don't understand.

[identity profile] sanguineroyal.livejournal.com 2010-07-28 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
When I killed my mother she asked who I was. I felt a great deal of hatred, but also sadness that I couldn't so anything that would have made her recognize me.

As for my husband, when I escaped my captors and returned, I killed him with my own bare hands. I loved him, and I was angry. I realized then that I can trust no one. But that does not mean that I did not still love him, even as I watched him die.