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1132 - The Last Words Meme

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?


RELATIONSHIP

1 - Lovers.
This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.

7 - Complete Strangers. Neither of you have ever met before. You wouldn't know this person from a hole in the wall, but you NEED to have someone hear your dying words, if only so that there's proof at some point that you existed. Maybe this person has a compulsion to try to help you or ensure you don't die alone. Either way, this is who will witness your final days/hours/minutes.


This meme was shamelessly c/p'd from flibbadibba_box, meaning it's not mine.

How about the Werewolves Are Slaves 'verse, then.

[Fifteen years. They've been with this man for fifteen years. And he's protected them, and even loved them in his own way, and Ben is fiercely, fiercely grateful to him.

And it's horribly upsetting that there's nothing they can do.]

works for me!

[Even now, hollowed-out and ill and fragile looking, he's still Wynter, and there's still a ghost of his smug old smile for Ben, his problem wolf.]

I suppose. a 'repent, old man,' is on the agenda.

[Ben digs up a smile of his own, but it's a fragile, fragile expression.] Would you?

[Wynter closes his eyes. It's an old, old argument by now.] I can't, my boy.

Yes. You can. Anyone who's told you that you can't is lying. [He shoots a generalized glare around the room.] Which is their stock in trade.

[Wynter shakes his head, although at this point it's more just a feeble rolling of his head across the pillow.] Capable, yes. But I can't do it.

It's not too late until you're dead, Boss. And the only soul you're responsible for is your own. No matter what the demons are telling you.

You've taken such good care of us. Please.

[Wynter closes his eyes. Talking is an effort, and any effort these days feels nearly insurmountable.] You always were my optimist, Ben.

[Ben swallows.] Yeah.

I'm not gonna harangue you about it anymore, Boss. You got your own choice to make and it's not up to me. [And he still remembers what Guri told him, all those years ago, how there was a moment where the choice actually happened and many people walked Home from there. And he'll just be clinging to that, because even after all this he's still an optimist.] But I'll keep praying for you anyway.

[Wynter smiles, very faintly; something sadder and more real than the smug expression. His eyes don't open.] You are a remarkable fellow, Ben Lockwood.

Only because I have remarkable people in my life. And you're one of them, Sir. [His voice is hoarse.] Thank you. For everything.

[Wynter raises a hand and waves it feebly in a dismissive gesture.] My motivations. Purely selfish, I assure you.

Pft. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. The stupid government decided that weres should be slaves for "everyone's protection." Look how swimmingly that's working out.

I don't give a shit about intentions. Only results. And the result of you being "selfish" is that we've all been safe for fifteen years. That the Pack hasn't been split up. That Mates are still together.

You did a good thing. Hang onto that.

[Wynter huffs out a hollow laugh without opening his eyes.] Do you suppose that God of yours will take it into account, Benjamin?

You've been a blessing to His Hound, Boss, even if the Hound is retired and a little tarnished. I'm sure He'll take it into account.

[Wynter makes a noncommittal noise. He has his doubts, frankly, that God will want anything to do with someone who dedicated most of an obscenely and supernaturally long life to competing with Him for control of the universe, at least a small corner of it.]

[Will pokes his head in.] Ben, don't be stressin' the Boss out.

[Ben looks horrified. If he was wearing his tail, it would be clamped between his legs. "I'm not trying to-- I'm sorry."]

[Wynter slits his eyes open and waves a hand, vaguely, at Will.] He isn't. Bothering me, William. Leave him be.

[It's an issue that's been weighing more and more on Ben as the end gets closer.] If God'll forgive a demon who defied him for thousands of years, He'll forgive you, Boss.

[Wynter's eyes drop closed again, and he huffs out a hollow-sounding attempt at a laugh.] The gallery. Doesn't care much for your suggestions, Ben.

[He knows Ben's perception of the demons that hang around the place has changed and dimmed since he retired. Wynter, however, can still hear them plainly, exquisitely detailed threats and all.

It's strange, he thinks distantly, that their threats of what lies in store for him when he dies don't worry him half so much as their threats against his wolves if he should be so foolish as to take Ben's advice. That regard for them outweighs his own usually vast sense of self-preservation is . . . an unexpected development of old age.]

Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but the gallery can go fuck themselves. My sword and my claws are still blessed, and they can bring it. If they dare. [Ben's still no slouch at combat. And even if he can't see the demons as well as he used to be able to, he can smell them all right.]

I'd just hate for you to not be waiting for me when I get Home, Boss. That's all. [Even as much as Wynter considers that the Pack belongs to him, Ben considers that Wynter belongs to the Pack. And if Wynter is one of his, and he is, then Ben feels responsible for at least making a good-faith effort to get him to repent of his misdeeds.]

{Wynter shakes his head again. One of the familiar voices at his right side hisses Not as much as he'll hate what will happen if you try anything funny, Gerard.] As outcomes go. It isn't the worst.

Well. It's not the best either. [Ben huffs out a breath.] I'll stop. You know as well as I do what's the what here, Boss.

[He eyes Wynter with a fair amount of concern.] You want we should get everyone here?

Not just yet. [Wynter concentrates on breathing. That didn't used to need concentration.]

. . . I would like to imagine. I'm capable of one truly unselfish decision.

Of course you are. I've always known it. And don't you let those bastards tell you different.

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