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The Last Words Meme

This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die. 


(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)



HOW IT WORKS:
Getting your numbers from RNG (or pick your own), the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.) 

Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it. 

As usual, all meme's are open to interpretation. If you want to play an AU immortal, yay. If you want to be sucked into another dimension or shoved into a tiny glass box, also fine. YOUR PLAY, NOT MINE.



CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligance, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of. 

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country? 

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?


TIME LEFT

1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise. 

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them. 

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

Comments

[switchback]

You don't have to be, if it's hard on you. Just so we're clear.

[ As if he'd leave. ]

Other than that, I... I don't mind.

[uncertainty]

It's not.

[ Bumping their foreheads. ]

[switchback]

[ It might be later. It will be later. He doesn't expect anyone but Bro and Tavros to be here, whether he finally tells anyone or not (little does he know everybody in his family or close enough to him to be family already knows), and even then it wouldn't surprise him much if they left him to handle it alone.

Or maybe that's just his way of keeping them, to clear his own conscience.

He doesn't argue it, just bumps their noses together and then their cheeks and rubs like a cat. ]

Ok.

[uncertainty]

Okay.

[ Wrapping his arms more snuggly around him. ]

[switchback]

[ clinging to him like a skinny little limpet, awkwardly breathing wheezy breaths in his ear. ]

I dunno where we're at right now. You and me.

[uncertainty]

[ Rubbing his back. ]

I never stopped, loving you, you know.

[switchback]

I didn't either. I just thought you did.

[uncertainty]

You were the one, who left.

[switchback]

Cut my losses. Figured it would be easier than fighting about it.

[uncertainty]

At least we're here, together.

[switchback]

After wasting basically all the time we're ever gonna get.

[uncertainty]

It could have been worse.

[switchback]

Could always be worse. I guess.

[uncertainty]

[ A wry, weak smile. ]

At least, we found each other again.

[switchback]

[ Nosing at his nose. ]

Sorry I ever left. Or was ever stupid enough to think you wouldn't care, or that I wouldn't either.

[uncertainty]

It's okay. [ nuzzle. ] You went, to do what you loved. You and I both know, you couldn't have done that, with me there.

[switchback]

I dunno if it was worth it. I mean...

[ Well look at me. ]

Least if I had stuck around you and everyone else would have bitched at me every time I even thought about smoking and none of this would've happened.

[uncertainty]

I guess.

[ Petting his hair. ]

[switchback]

[ Sigh. Basically disappearing under him except for his legs which are coiled around one of Tavros' pretty pointlessly. ]

You make a damn fine blanket.

[uncertainty]

One of the perks, of being warm-blooded.

[ kissy kissy kissy. ]

[switchback]

[ A rare, faint smile. He's down for snuggles and kisses and cuddles for a little while but then he's drained of energy and drifts off to sleep again. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Tavros settles for a while... but before too long hunger takes over. He sets Dave on his side and wanders off to use the bathroom, and get food. ]

[switchback]

[ Things are pretty decent for the first few weeks. As Dave acclimates to his medicine he gets a little more energy back. Enough to function on a basic level, at least. He sees a few friends and talks to Bro a little more but mostly he just wants Tavros around. He can't be there all the time, but Bro certainly has no qualms with driving the troll back and forth as needed to get changes of clothes or food or whatever it is. Having him there is keeping the kid ticking.

He never gets around to announcing that he's sick or telling his friends or the rest of his family, though. He just can't bring himself to. It's more attention than he can handle. The first month passes in relative silence. ]

[uncertainty]

[ He starts waking up with the urge to vomit... and soon the urge translates into the need and he's rushing from the bathroom to vomit into the load gaper far more often then he'd like to admit.

It's after one-such run that he crawls back into bed with Dave, pulling the blankets up over his head and reaching out to wrap an arm around him. ]

[switchback]

[ There's a small stupid part of him that wonders if he somehow got Tavros sick. Like cancer is contagious or something. He frowns and delves under the covers to look at him. ]

You okay?