bakerstreet | the death meme

the death meme

(CONTENT WARNING. This is a meme about death and may deal with suicide, depression, extreme violence, illnesses, etc.)

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.

CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, 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.

HOW IT WORKS:
1. Post your character and preference
2. Respond to others.
3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.
4. Have fun!

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His limb around the fading spirit tightens when grasped, chest quickening in it's rise and fall when he begins to semi-hyperventilate.

The least he can do his stay since there was nothing else to be done.

Oh, and the fear is obvious, almost palpable; Kurt does nothing to hide it. He tries to calm his erratic breathing, eyes wincing shut once more at Pitch's strained words. "I'll wait for as long as it takes." Death was a fleeting thought that didn't seem to matter.

"No." he says, as sharply as he can manage. "Don't wa--waste your. Stupid short life." Waste it waiting for him to come back? The least he can do is tell Kurt no.

He scowls at the harshness of Pitch's words, drawing up just enough to look at him. Despite the grit of his teeth, there's a lift to the left side of his face, viscous black smeared from earlier tears. "Let me decide what to do with my 'stupid short' life."

"Wasteful." He bares teeth against the pain, teeth mostly covered in the goop. "Try not. To." Because he is old, dying... for a while, perhaps even a century, who knows, and he's in charge. Yes?

As badly as Kurt wants to retort, he inhales and releases the air in a breathy, fleeting little sigh. Of course and it's the least he can promise in Pitch's final moments of life. "I will try."

"Good." he says, so full of regret. One battle, one slip-up and he's going to miss Kurt's blink-and-you-miss-it lifetime. A shaky, goo-covered hand reaches up for Kurt's hair, just to feel.

"I should have intervened ..." His mind is racing, much like his pulse; he can't accept it, but knows there is no use fighting it. The trembling touch resting on his head makes him look up, his entire frame quivering as he leans up into Pitch's hand, forehead dropping against the others with a broken cry.

"Please," he begs, not quite sure what good it will do. "Don't leave me."

That seems to be a relief, that he doesn't have to reach so far to satisfy his strange obsession with hair. Everyone's hair, really. He pets at Kurt's hair, like stroking a beloved pet. "His fault, not yours." Hell, talking hurts, why is he still trying?

The caress on his hair is comforting, enough to almost calm his erratic breathing, though when he stops to wonder about it, the gesture staggers his thought process. Pitch is the one dying and here he is, whimpering and pleading like a fool. "Don't speak anymore," he whispers, curling himself tight against the Boogeyman's chest. "Just ... rest."

His hand was filthy when he touched Kurt's hair too. That's going to be hard to wash out, the tarblood. He sighs, and it makes a gurgle. Disgusting.

"Sorry."

Trying to get the pitch from his hair will be the least of his worries after this. He cringes yet again at the noise, releasing a shaking breath of his own and lifting a hand to stroke his digits over Pitch's face.

"Don't be."

Furry fingers, like being pet himself by a humanoid kittycat. It's a small comfort. The Boogeyman has a right to enjoy soft, good things. "Stupid of. Me. To fight him."

Kurt wanted to agree, but that would have felt ridiculously inappropriate; he shakes his head in response, fingers still caressing, his head moving to rest on the spirit's chest as if searching for a fading heartbeat.

There never was a beating heart in his chest. A heart, yes, frozen in time, one that stopped beating a long long time ago. He really could be compared to a zombie--he breathes only to speak.

And his chest is open to the air.

His eyes are drooping shit as he relaxes under Kurt's touch, having nothing more that he feels he should say besides 'sorry'.

Although it's silent, he can almost imagine the rhythmic thumping, drifting off into nothingness. To himself, he prays for forgiveness, for not being able to do anything to help or refusing to intervene.

Despite the fact it's too late, this is what he feels the need to do.

There's another crane of the neck as he lifts his gaze upward once more, swallowing past the lump in his throat at the sight of Pitch's eyes closing. "Everything will be ... fine."

A sighing breath being sucked in, so he can speak, however faintly. "Yessss." It's a hiss, not on purpose. "You'll be." His eyes had flickered open again, and shut just as quickly. No more words, that was too much effort.

He met Pitch's eyes, so different, yet still much like his own in certain aspects. "Shhh," hushed the blue-skinned male, fingers sliding from the others cheek to his neck then back up once more.

He mumbles something else with the last scraps of breath, undecipherable and...

Minutes tick by without another breath, the living dead man not moving so much as a finger.

No matter how close he gets, he still can't tell what Pitch has said. There's a pathetic whimper in response, although it doesn't matter.

The silence settles in along with the stillness and Kurt will stay there, curled against Pitch's chest for far longer than what is necessary.

the death meme

i'm terrible and love causing my character grief.

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OH MY LAWD I MEANT SHUT... lawl

that's what i had assumed LOL

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