dankmemes | The IC Critque Meme!

Have you ever just wanted to tell someone flat-out what you think of them as a person? Does your roommate have this one quirk that drives you up the wall, like dripping apathy all over the kitchen sink? Sometimes all it takes to be the best person you can be is a dose of self-awareness, sometimes what it takes instead is a cluebat to the head... and sometimes they just have a stupid name you can never quite spell right.

For all this and more, have I got the meme for you!

THE LOWDOWN
i. Post a header with your character's name.
ii. Comment in-character to other people's headers. With what? Depends on your CR! Maybe they're a good person and really should keep on keeping on, maybe literally everyone can see they need to suck it up and confess already, maybe they'll change their wicked ways if just one extra person casts aspersions on their pompadour. Bring in examples if you want, as with any helpful critique. Be as creative as you like!
iii. Other characters will comment to yours, no doubt overflowing with well-meaning advice on how to be the best person they can be. Your character is free to respond. Excuse you, maybe despair is still in fashion??
iv. Feel free to assume there's a compulsion to speak their minds, if your character's not usually the type to give unsolicited advice.
v. A probably unnecessary reminder, but just remember, this is not a place for OOC crit! There are other, more appropriate channels for that.

Shamelessly borrowed from

empatheias

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Feeling better?

Oh, I'm managing well enough. [Physically, at least.]

I'll be better when I have a replacement bow.

I'd be more worried about body parts that might need replacing myself. [That is said dryly.]

Our hosts were thoughtful enough to replace my head when I arrived.

[Okay he is going to assume it was crushed, then. That's unpleasant.] No wonder you're in a decent mood.

[Well, cloven. Or is it cleft? Cleaved? Clave?] I try to look on the bright side of things. Better than than the alternative.

[Sadly, there are no balrogs to take out his issues on in Hadriel, so....]

[Regardless they all mean the same ending.] No kidding. You've got your cousins too and that helps, doesn't it? I know Maedhros was worried about you.

[They can find some nice stand-ins.]

[Fake some enthusiasm, Anakin! You're hanging out with Noldor now; these questions are important!] It does. [He can't resist a fond, slightly exasperated roll of his eyes.] Maitimo worries about everyone he thinks is under his care- which amounts to everyone within reach and then some.

[Stand-ins sound good.]

[Curiosity is a kind of enthusiasm, right? You can't be bored and curious? At least not in his case. If he is bored, he is sure as hell not curious.] Yeah I've noticed. I think I've been taken under his wing.

[He can find some. Just say the word.]

If whatever...whoever...hurt you [see: killed] shows up, I'll be glad to help you cut it down.

[That's why he used the term fake, Anakin. No one's asking you to join the Lambengolmor, just be polite.]

[Fingon snorts at that.] Then you have. We are not a subtle family, as a rule, and Maitimo never is when he's acting as eldest brother.

[Well, if you're willing he definitely is.]

Volunteering to fight demons of flame and shadow without any idea what you're getting into? [A beat.] Yes, I can see why Maitimo likes you.

[He looks a little conflicted, but the expression doesn't last long.]

I was an only child, but it turns out I have twins in the future. I better learn how siblings work. [Maedhros is a dear friend to say the least and, yes, sometimes brotherly. But that isn't how they started off.]

Flame and shadow? Sounds like a challenge. I'll be impressed if it can take me out too.

There's no equation to brothers and sisters, I fear. I was the eldest of four, and each of us were different people. We loved each other, but no relationship between us was the same. [And that's without getting into the cousins, and their relationships!]

Your children are people, with their own thoughts and feelings. All you need to do is treat them as such. Congratulations, by the way.

[Ah, but Fingon doesn't know that yet.]

[A eyes Anakin, a grim smile on his face.] The Balrogs cut down my soldiers- my companions of many battles, the finest warriors Hithlum could field.

I want their heads on platters, if I ever have the chance.

So they're like any other family members. [Not that he has a great knowledge base for that either.] I don't think I've ever had a normal home life. My mother did her best and I was fine, but it was only her and I.

She listened to me and tried to protect me... Even when she knew I was right - that I had to do something - she thought of my safety first. [He frowns.] First I need to find a way to save their mother and keep them with us.

[No spiriting his babies off into the night, Obi-Wan.]

Balrogs? Maedhros might have mentioned those. I'd like to see what I could do up against one.

You'd have them one way or another.

And like any other group of people, for that matter, save that they live in such lose contact. [until they don't.] treat your children with the regard due to free people, and they will fare well.

And that is parenthood- at least, from a son's perspective. I could not give you it from a father's except through what I know of mine.

[Frowning] That seems the beginning of a very troubling story.

Possibly; my cousins have good reasons to remember Balrogs. When they first arrived in Middle Earth, the Enemy sent an army to meet them-and with that army traveled many, perhaps all, of the Balrogs living. My uncle decided to charge all of them at once-and you can imagine what followed.

Well, if you want one you have a standing invitation to hunt Balrogs with me.

Too much freedom can be dangerous, though. I need to protect them. The galaxy isn't kind to anyone and I don't know what I would do if something happened to them. [Probably go on a rampage.]

What was your father like?

[He lifts a shoulder in a shrug, looking away.] I'll figure it out.

[His eyes flash eagerly at the description, but he does have enough sanity to wince sympathetically.]

Carnage. [Anakin grins and chuckles.] We'll give them what they deserve.

As can too little of it. [Unbidden and unwelcome, the words of an old letter come to mind- our sister was detained by this lord, and I do not know how willing their union was- and he cannot quite suppress the grimace.] We were not meant to live in cages, even ones fashioned from love and concern.

My father? He was my rock; strong and steady as both father and king, but gentle and kind as well. He bore the burden of a people's hopes for four hundred years and more, and never did he complain of them.

Of course you will. [Nothing else to say to that, honestly, but there's something about this one...

And there it is again. Fingon likes a good fight as well as anyone, but there is something very strange about the brightness of this Man's eyes ]

I shall be glad to see that.

Only circumstances can dictate my opinion of their freedom and how much they should have. [He won't let them go wandering off as he did as a child. Knock on wood.] We were not meant to be blown to pieces or shot down by a blaster either. Sometimes the cage is preferable.

[He shakes his head in wonder. Four hundred years?] I will never get over how long your race lives.

[Some alien races are long-lived, but none are immortal.]

I'm very good with a lightsaber. I bet they've never seen one of those.

And what of their opinion? Some people are content with the quiet life; it suffocates others. Would you wish those you love kept you safe at all costs? Would you thank them for doing so?

I could not, though they had the best intentions in the world.

Once, that would not have been so very long to us; now, it seems a great deal of time indeed. Then again, we have done a great deal of living in those few centuries. [He shakes his head.] It is strange from the other side as well- Men can do so much in so little time, when it suits them!

You use light as a weapon?

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