Save You from Yourself

[adisneyromance]

the save you from yourself shipping meme


The person you care for the most been pushed to the edge. How or why doesn't matter so much now, what matters is that now, they're a danger. To themselves, to others -

To you.

But you're the only one who can bring them back. The bond you have - realized or unrealized - is the strongest weapon now. You have to help them. If you don't, they could be lost forever. Or worse, someone else might have to take action. And if that's the case, it may as well be you.

HOW TO PLAY

- Reply with your character and preferences.
- Mention whether or not you want to play the one reaching out or the one being reached or if you're open to both. Seriously guys, this is important, don't just leave your comment blank. Feel free to include other relevant information.
- Tag others.

TYPE OF BRINK

- Power Surge: Their abilities are going nuts and they can't control themselves.
- Anger: They're beyond the pale in their anger, perhaps at something done to them, done to you, or the situation in general. They're going berserk.
- Sadness: The despair is destroying them. They're wailing, self-destructing, or even catatonic.
-Mental Breakdown: They're not aware of what's real or what's not anymore. They're frightened or lashing out.
- Possession or Brainwashing: It's not them, but it's their body and they're somewhere in there. You can reach them.

WHAT YOU DO

- The Truth: A confession about how much they mean to you might remind them of what's important.
- Touch: Reach out and pull them back.
- Comfort: Do anything that's special between them to reassure them that you're you and it's all right.
- Embrace: Hug them, either for the merit of hugging itself or to hold them back physically.
- Kiss: Extreme cases call for extreme measures.
- Violence: Whether it be a slap or a full on gut punch, maybe they need some manual recalibration.
- Risk: You'll jump into the line of fire just to stop this madness.
- Shock: You plan to do something so out of character it will bring them back to reality.
- Passivity: If need be, you'll let them hurt you as much as they need to get it out of them.
- Mercy Killing: You can't get through to them. But if anyone has to kill them, it's going to be you.

Comments

Loki | MCU | OTA

[jotunblooded]

((ooc: Any cause is pretty equally likely and tempting. But I'd be particularly interested in playing out a "mercy kill" scenario, if anyone else is up for that.))

Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

[morethanashield]

((ooc: Sadness, mental breakdown, or possession are the most likely causes.))

Rogue : X-Men Evolution : f/m

[tactilelearner]

[If Rogue is the one who needs to be reached, "power surge" is definitely involved, along with anger and mental breakdown. If you want possession to factor in, just let me know!

Also completely cool with having Rogue be the one to reach out, either through talking someone down or touching them to siphon powers and emotions into something controllable. Just let me know what you're interested in.

Even though this is supposed to be a shipping meme, if you want something totally platonic, I am game for that too. Platonic situations are open to everyone.]

oooh do you maybe want a Potterverse wizard in this mess?

[discipuluschaos]

because i'm definitely up for that...! :3 but-- who's doing the Mercy Killing, and who's the object of the Mercy Kill? xD difficult to say with these two, really! lol~

Sasuke Uchiha || Naruto || OTA

[eyes_that_burn]

[OOC: Anger, sadness, and mental breakdown are the easiest, but power surge is totally do-able if we put him earlier in the canon with his curse mark. However, my kingdom for Possession or Brainwashing. Seriously, my kingdom!

I'm good with any reaction scenario, so have at it! :D ]

[notaswicked]

[Would you be up for a platonic mutant AU with a Kid Loki?]

[tactilelearner]

[Completely!]

[notaswicked]

[He'd been dropped off at the school shortly after being discovered alive and reincarnated. The hope of Asgardia had been that growing up away from Asgardia would help to keep Loki from growing up back into what he'd been.

They either hadn't realized or hadn't cared that the old Loki had been a known and hated threat to people besides Thor.

Not everyone had been terrible. He'd made friends - or thought he had, because Loki didn't have much of a frame of reference - with a girl his age who insisted on being called Leah and an older girl apparently named Rogue, among a scattered handful of others. But mostly, it was a quiet, miserable, lonely existence. He'd mostly avoided making use of his magic unless required by class because, quite frankly, Loki was just as afraid of it as most everyone else seemed to be.

Maybe, if he'd had a bit more control over his powers - or any control at all - he could have saved Leah from the Doombots that attacked the school one day. He didn't know the reasons why. He didn't care. All he knew was that Leah died and there was no one there to save her.

Loki disappeared after the battle, before the dust settled. But the school would barely have time to recover before he appeared outside the gates, godly Engelfire licking his fingers and following in his footsteps, and the light of blind, animal rage in his eyes.

Let them burn. Let everyone burn.

And he'd started by raising his hands and trying to wrend the freshly reconstructed gates down with magic alone. A screech of tortured metal would attest to the fact that he was suddenly allowing himself a lot more power to work with.]

Sam Winchester | Supernatural

[collegedropout]

[Psht, these are perfect for him, whatever season.]

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue, in her own, strange way, tended to become the friend, adopted sister, confidante, or whatnot of the children with nowhere else to go. The ones who came from big families and the like tended to get along with each other. The ones who went somewhere for holidays and called their parents at least once a week didn't need her. She was there for the ones who would otherwise be alone. She took even more of an interest in the ones who either didn't embrace their powers or couldn't be trained too much.

Because she got them. Her own power was only used in cases of emergencies. She fought alongside the others in sims and the like, but never with her powers. Because they hurt others, even when she didn't mean to, and they were best reserved. She was, in a way, a shining example of being part of a team without using one's powers.

The doombots had come without warning and without mercy. They tore through the security and decimated a lot of the Institute. By the time the last one was taken care of, there were several dead, more missing, and almost everyone was injured in some capacity.

Rogue was still pretty bandaged up under all her clothes, and she wasn't sleeping well at all. Which was why she was the first one out onto the lawn after that sound. She expected Magneto and was prepared to raise the alarm more than it would already be. What she saw...]

Loki?

[What she saw was worse.]

Jaenelle Angelline | Black Jewels Trilogy | OTA

[iamwitch]

[The one being reached.]

lacus clyne (gundam seed/destiny) ota

[musicalprayers]

[The one reaching out.]

esther blanchett | trinity blood

[ladysaint]

[The one reaching out.]

christine daaé (phantom of the opera)

[nomorenight]

[Reaching out!]

Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider | MCU | OTA

[make_it_hurt]

[Definitely the one needing to be rescued/ reached out to.

Can do snapped BB or just straight-up WS.

Crosscanon welcome.]

Clint Barton | MCU | OTA

[shots_fired]

[Probably the one reaching out.

Canonmates only.]

[aodhagan]

Doctor Aodhagán Adler - 'Please just call me Egan,' when someone-everyone stumbles over how to pronounce Aodhagán (EH-gahn, in case you were curious) - looked at his patient who was sitting at attention. How someone could sit so straight and proper without a back brace was beyond him and it looked rather uncomfortable and stood out in the relaxed setting. The office was decorated in the style of an old gentleman's club, with wood paneling, bookshelves, dark leather armchairs and warm wood throughout. Even the lit fire was meant to put his clients at ease. Aodhagán set his tablet aside and poured tea into the two cups, offering Steve sugar and cream, before leaning back.

"How did this week go, Steve?" His rumbling tenor left the question open ended so that anything that came to mind could be shared.

Betty Ross // Marvel Cinematic Universe

[cytologist]

[Likely the one reaching out, except in Red She-Hulk cases.]

[notaswicked]

[The sound of the gates coming down was almost...beautiful, in a way. The metal let out a twisted scream as he took it apart and wrenched it to pieces. It was a sound that echoed perfectly the mad, howling agony that had overtaken him, first driven him to flee and then driven him to ruin. The pain of trying to push himself that far was even better.

The flames licked higher around him as, with a pained scream of his own, Loki clenched his fists tightly and the gates collapsed into sand under the pressure of his magic. Ordinarily, such a colossal effort would have been enough to knock him out, exhaust him to the point of near death. But though he sways, stumbles, he stays on his feet - the power he's drawing on is deeper, older than that.

Magic is just telling a story. It has to be a good story, one the universe will believe. It's almost never a nice one.

The gates collapse, and beyond it, a figure stands. For a mad, desperate moment, he thinks it might be Leah, but...no. Someone else. Another...friend?

Rogue.]

Leave. [It's a growl, forced out with too much effort and not quite enough air, echoing with the strange harmonics of too much magic in the air. Loki's fingers flex, causing furrows in the dirt around his feet and the flames to surge forward just a bit.]

[tactilelearner]

[She doesn't have Magneto's powers or Jean's or anyone's. She can't heal, she can't summon, she can't do anything more than maybe dodge. It's just her. Standing behind a child who is powerful but hurting and the others.

Which is why Rogue takes a few steps forward, goes down the porch stairs to stand on the lawn.]

No.

[She can feel the power in the air. Her hair is moving with the wind and swirling magic in the air. She can sense all of it. But she has to stand her ground or something horrible will happen. Something even worse than they've already been through.]

Loki.

What are you doing?

[notaswicked]

[He has to stop. Can't stop. Rogue has been...good to him, like Leah was, except was does that matter now, what does anything matter now? Let it burn, everything must burn.

He can't control the magic. He can barely ride it, let it flow through him and consume him as he directs it where he can. But the prospect of having to think clearly, of having to feel anything else, is too much to bear.]

You deserve to die. [Each breath comes ragged and gasping, like a wounded animal.] We all deserve to die. Why should we live when she died?

It has to end. [He swipes a hand down at the ground, sending tremors coursing through it like ripples in a pond for a moment. All the while, the ground continues to furrow and dent and burn around him like a ghost is rampaging there.] I'm ending it!

[tactilelearner]

["I don't have any friends!"

She hears her own voice echo in her head, a memory she's both held to and tried to bury. What happens when her powers overwhelm her, when she feels like she's drowning from all the voices in her head. She's been on the other side of this, inconsolable and ripped apart, unable to think of anything but her rage and pain.]

Who'll remember her? [She shouts it back. That's all she can cling to, making him think of Leah. It could backfire, but it's the only hope she has.] If we die, who'll remember her?

Do you want her forgotten?

Do you think she'd want you to do this?!

[morethanashield]

[In the end, Steve finally tracked Bucky down at one of the labs where he had been transformed into the Winter Soldier.

Steve had been looking for the place, looking for any clues or information he could find on what had been done to his best friend, above and beyond the file he'd been holding on to. He was hours too late, and so only found it in the end because the flames from its destruction reached that high.

He still rode out there, knowing that there was only one person who could have caused that much damage. Knowing that this might be his last, best chance to reach his old friend.]

[make_it_hurt]

It seemed that the lab had been in use, after all.

They had been trying to create more like him - take a human being, strip away everything that made them a person, and turn them into a tool, a weapon.

He'd killed the experiments, and burned the place down with the scientists alive and inside. He stood, watching the fire. Hydra would be coming soon, and he didn't intend to let them take him alive. He was going to take out as many as he could before they destroyed him.

[morethanashield]

He would recognize that man even if the light of the fire wasn't shining off his metal arm.

Steve isn't sure if the rumble of his motorbike's engine is audible over the tumult of the base falling apart, but he guns it down the road anyway, around a couple of abandoned jeeps. Only at the last second does he hit the brakes hard and skidding to a stop, tires screeching, just a few scant yards from the soldier.

He makes to take off his helmet, but thinks better of it. With this much fire, it's going to get hard to breathe soon. Instead, grabbing his shield off the back of the bike, Steve gets to his feet and calls out: "Bucky!"