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The "Take Care" Meme
a shipping meme

Life is hard. You can go through rough patches and over bumps, and sometimes it feels as though you're definitely worse for the wear, both physically and mentally. It's nice to have someone - someone more than a friend - there for you in those times...even if you don't think you want them or deserve them. But they're here, and they'll take care of you.

How to Play:
* This is a shipping meme for more tender, soft moments, but a little more serious than your usual "fluff." It's for people who've been broken down by their experience and those who wish to heal them.
* Comment with your character/your preferences. You may also want to specify whether your character will be the one "cared for" or the one doing the "caring" + pertinent information, but for most effectiveness, it's best to be open to both.
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Prompts
1. Know You've Been Hurt By Someone Else: There are scars left on their heart from a past relationship or fling, and you have to let them know you're not the same way.
2. Can Tell By the Way You Carry Yourself: The person you have feelings for is one of those "cold stone wall" types who pushes people away. Can you get past that?
3. I've Asked About You: You've only heard bad things about this person, but you don't believe it.
4. What's a Life with No Fun: Lighten up a bit! You'd do anything to bring a smile to their face.
5. Please Don't Be So Ashamed: You have a big, BIG secret you don't want the other person to find out about, because surely they wouldn't want to even be near you if they did.
6. I've Had Mine, You've Had Yours: You've both had problems, and it could help to compare wounds so they can begin to heal.
7. Those Lies Heal: Protecting your loved one is more important that the truth, isn't it? It's a lie, but there are good intentions here.
8. You Can't Sleep: Because of past trauma, you're having a sleepless night. Luckily, this time you have somebody to help you and give you some comfort.
9. You Cry Still: The obligatory "seeing your significant other/love cry over something and wanting to make them stop at any cost" option.
10. All Get a Little Taste: Your loved one is sick or injured - literally this time - and you're looking out for them and trying to get them better.
11. You Just Don't Know: Either through magic, torture, or blunt trauma to the head, your special person can't remember you! It's up to you to get them to remember what was between you two by showing all the ways you cared for each other.
12. I Give Her Space: Part of being a careful lover is knowing when you need to leave them alone.
13. Tryna Run from That: Uh-oh, you don't want to fall in love, because you've been there, done that! Maybe there's still time to escape from this...or maybe it's too late.
14. I Will Care for You: After a particularly rough day, you're need a little TLC. Your loved one is going to do everything for you - a bath, food, the works.
15. All the Baggage Just Ain't as Heavy: You know it will take a while for this person to mend psychologically and spiritually, and you're willing to wait.
16. Change the Pace: And the smut option. Show you care through sex.
17. We'll Just Go Slow: You're going to take things one step at a time. No need to rush and define things. Just enjoy each other's company and the healing it brings.
18. We All Have Our Nights: Your lover, because of their past experience, is having a complete breakdown. You have to bring them back from the edge.
19. You Don't Say You Love Me: You both know how you feel, but one of you is having problems saying the four letter word. That's okay, though. Your lover understands.
20. To Save You: After months or years, you've both worked on the problems and old scars and you might just be ready to start something resembling a normal love.
21. CHOOSE SOMETHING ELSE

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[The steak is gone. Inhaled. There's a cracking sound, the creature's horns are larger.

The wendigo snorts.]

....Worried about others and he's worried about you. Begging you to leave now, to turn around and not look back. You took him out, tried to make him into a man again.

[The creature's lips pull back] I want, to go home to my valley. My hills. My forest. I kill to keep away, to punish intruders. He's the one that brought me here.

[Then her question would be simple.]

And what would I have to do?

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[The wendigo laughs and it's head lowers and it's Paul, pure Paul somehow staring out from that face]

Regina no, no I won't damn you no no I won't bring you down too I won't. I won't please...

[the heaving chest, the claws dig into stone. That's why it's here. Punishment. Punishment of it's host. The wendigo speaks again] For power? For immortality? For him?

In time you will forget. A hundred years? Two hundred years? But it would just be you and he. Could you live with that?

[She wasn't one to be controlled. She stared at her hands while she listened, both to Paul's plea and its explanation.]

For him.

[Not for the power or the immortality. Could she live with that? The only thing she had was her family. Her mother and her brothers and she'd miss them...

It said it didn't want to hunt people, which suited her most flaring concerns. That far up into the mountains and any kind of causality rate would be down.

Her answer was long in coming.]

Yes.

What do you get out of it.

[The creature pads forward and anyone with eyes could see there's loneliness. The blue eye is weeping.]

....Stability.

[To not be lonely anymore.

The god of the forest plucks the steak off the plate and turns it over in it's hands. Blood drips across it's fingers, claws tearing gouges in the meat.

Then it passes it to her.]

Eat and be of me.

[seal both of their ruins.]

[She had no more tears left. She'd cried herself dry. The decision was easier when it had a vocal say, when it was less animalistic. Reason was her weakness.

She slowly reaches out and takes the meat, dark eyes filled with a cold nothingness as she looks at it already staining her hands with its color. She looks into its eyes, focusing on that one brilliant blue orb and her stomach lurched.

The meat is brought to her lips by shaking hand and she closed her eyes. Try to think of the most delirious thing she'd ever had. That's what she was tearing from her hands.]

[She might notice the sights, the smells, the desire to leap and the desire to run. Paul's own eyes close then, the blue eye continuing to weep.

No going back for either of them.

But at the same time he felt...freer then he had in the year he'd been back. Or been gone? Yes been gone. Because he was going home now. And bringing home his mate.

At the same time he's glad, secure, he knows he's loved and he'll keep her safe. He will. He swears.

First things first, keep her promise. Once she changes they will run. They will go home to his valley. This is a wedding. He's losing more and more of his humanity as he watches her, anxious.]

[She was dying. That's what it felt like anyway as she tried to block out the ugliness of it all. She could feel it there, creeping into the edges of her senses, changing her, warping her... Killing her.

The meat slips from her fingers as her face buries into her forearms, hiding. Regina whimpers as her shoulder cracks with new growth and it turns out she's not out of tears yet, the last few falling off her cheeks.

The urge to run gets the better of her and with only a weight shift, she's gone from the top of the stairs. Her weight gets heavier and strides longer the further up she goes. Its to her room she's headed, where she skids in front of her full length mirror to fully see the changes.

What have I done? was her only thought before she rejected the image, the thing in the reflection. It wasn't her.

She slashes at it wildly, shattering the glass and knocking it on its side. She wanted to go break every mirror. To destroy every reflection.

Her love for Paul leads her to accept him, but she doesn't know if she can ever except what she's done. She drops to all fours, body heaving with breath. He'll have to come get her.]

[It's done. No going back for him at least. He'd been punished. He should have given up so why hadn't he vanished?

He padded up the stairs, climbing before he makes his own way up the stairs. He sees the glass and what she looks like and she's pretty.

She'd be pretty no matter what she looked like. And she did it for him, she damned herself for him and...and...

Ten minutes later the bigger Wendigo opens the door with one of it's horns. It stares for a moment before approaching her, one hand (hand? They're paws now) in front of the other.

he closes his eyes and presses himself against her trying to radiate protecting, safety, home. home.]

[when he speaks he doesn't speak. He talks in that unspoken animal language.]

You look beautiful.

[She's laid out on the floor, radiating heartbreak and sorrow. She can't help but push back against his weight. He was her mate and he was just trying to.

She slowly pushes to her feet and steps around him. It's out the door and down the halls, leaving the things that defined Regina Derrickson behind. She was mourning her loss.

Once she was back downstairs, she stared at her shut backdoor and glanced down to her paws. Paws that couldn't turn the knob or press the button to open the door. Her chest heaved as she torn through it instead out back, passing ghosting memories on the way to the treeline.

This was a dead woman's house and it was time to take her home.]

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