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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

[uncertainty]

[ Tavros stops going out in fear of being mobbed, leaving it to Bro to do all the running around and supplying her with all she needs. Her hair darkens to a dirty-blonde and her skin gains a little human pigment, but she still stands out.

She'll never be normal. He wouldn't go so far as to call her unnatural but she is unusual.

She starts walking a little earlier than most children her age and Tavros catches it on film. ]

[turntables]

[ Bro sends that video to the whole family pretty much right away. Mom, her kids, Dirk, everybody. check this shit out you guys shes fuckin walking already. stinkers not even barely eatin no solid food and shes already running around. jesus christ.

His little pride and joy. She gets her exercise when Bro ties a lollipop to a string and puts it in his back pocket, strolling around the house with the kid at his heels, reaching excitedly. ]

[uncertainty]

[ She trips and starts crying. Mama scoops her up and grabs the lollipop from bro, offering it out to her and kissing the booboos better.

He gets a sticky lolipop in his shaggy mohawk for his trouble. ]

[turntables]

[ You tried, Tavros. He knows better than to give a kid anything without making them work for it. And probably get dinged up in the process. ]

You gonna need some help with that?

[uncertainty]

No. I've got it. [ He needed a haircut anyway. She squirms and giggles. ]

[turntables]

Coulda warned you about that.

[uncertainty]

It's supper time, anyway.

[turntables]

Oh, sweet. [ Pulling open a kitchen drawer. ] I got her a new bib to try on.

[uncertainty]

I think she's got enough bibs, bro.

[turntables]

The hell she does.

[ Look this one has a pony on the front and a cute little horse butt on the back ITS SO KITSCHY AND GREAT SHUT UP ]

[uncertainty]

[ She loves it. She loves it because it's clean and she can mess it up. ]

[turntables]

[ cutie messy baby look at you you little destructive shit come here napkin monsters gonna get you rrrrrrrrrr ]

[uncertainty]

[ NOOOOOO :'(

but okay fine. mommy takes her away for a bath. ]

[turntables]

[ Cleaning up the high chair and basically every other solid surface that's now coated in baby food. Ah the joys of parenthood. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Tucking her into bed afterwards. Tavros is starting to develop a cough. ]

[turntables]

[ Dave started with a cough, too. Bro doesn't automatically assume anything, but he notices, flicking a cough drop his way. ]

[uncertainty]

[ He takes it and sucks on it for the rest of the night.

It happens pretty slow. Tavros starts to wear down over time, less energy to tend to his daughter, less energy to help bro with the house-hold chores. He just dozes on the couch when he can and fights to stay awake. ]

[turntables]

[ Bro takes care of him as he can. Medicine doesn't really fix an old troll, especially not a sad, tired one. He gets ahold of anything he can find that will help and brings Daevyd around as much as possible to cheer him up or just to cuddle and have naptime with her mama. It's not going to be too much longer and even he doesn't have that many more years in him, surely. Someone will have to be there, he's just not sure who.

In the meantime he focuses on the moment because that's all there is. ]

[uncertainty]

[ Daevyd's a little over four when her mama starts getting real slow, and real sad. He thanks her for the little presents she brings and kisses her forehead and sings her Alternian lullabyes when she comes in to nap with him. He hurts a lot, but worse than that he's lonely and it's no job for a little girl to try to keep her mother company while he gets ready to pass. ]

[turntables]

[ Bro wouldn't have her be anywhere else. Not getting to say goodbye is the worst part, although he essentially fails to comprehend that she doesn't know that she has to. He's explained it to her in his delicate way, Mama's gonna die soon and her lack of a comprehensive reaction just read as being able to handle it and not that she didn't know what it meant. Of course she asked and of course he explained, how Tavros is going away because he's getting old, kind of like how daddy has always been gone because he was sick, but both of her parents will be right there with her all along so she doesn't need to get bummed about it.

She takes that literally and doesn't think too much of it, expressing understanding where there really is none and curling up with Tavros as content as can be. ]

[uncertainty]

[ He's cold now. Daevyd comments on it one day and he only smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear and tells her she's going to be a real pretty girl.

He's struggling to breathe, laying on his side and breathing heavily. Vyd's curled up at the foot of the bed, none the wiser, dreaming of beautiful things. ]

[turntables]

[ He passes through that night to check on him and worries his lip with his teeth the same way he did when he saw Dave, wanting to do something more but knowing he can't. The best he's managed is to call Karkat and tell him what's up, that Tavros won't be too much longer and he could use some help with the protocol and whatnot. He'd rather not see the body get taken and tossed out.

Dave's got a plot at Arlington cemetery even though there's nothing in it and he'd like Tavros in the one next to it, as a matter of fact.

Being careful not to wake the baby, he leans over and brushes Tavros' hair back as gently and carefully as possible. ]

[uncertainty]

[ He doesn't rouse immediately. That dopey mohawk had grown out a while back, shaggy and poorly kept now. His sight has been going for a while now, his decline had been slow but steady and all he sees of Bro is pale hair and shades. ]

... Dave?

[turntables]

[ Hesitating. He can't say yes, obviously, but he doesn't want to say no, either. He opts for not saying anything, stroking that messy mop back and trying not to think how this is basically like the other kid he never had. It's harder to watch him go than he thought it would be. ]

[uncertainty]

[ His smile is a grimace, but he leans into the hand and shuts his eyes again. Missed you comes out, quiet and rasping. ]