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THE END - the afterlife meme

the afterlife meme

You're at the end. you've kicked the bucket. you've passed on. the point is you're dead. And however that end came out it's time for you to face the afterlife. Where will you go? Who will you meet? How old are you? What was your end like?

It's time to meet your end.

i. HEAVEN - Nirvana, Shangri La, Elysium, either way your good life has paid off and you are now paid off with eternal happiness.

1) PEACEFULLY. You died at peace, you've done all you can with your time and you came to your natural end. Now it's time to meet with those who left you behind.

2) A HERO. You died a hero. Celebrated by many. It's only fair that you get to rest.

3) TOO SOON. You died too soon, perhaps an innocent victim of some villain, or in an accident. However one thing is for certain, you shall rest peacefully here.

4) A VICTIM. A victim of a horrible circumstance, a painful death. Either way your end wasn't pleasant.

5) GUILT. You don't feel you deserve to be here. Not with all the suffering that's left behind, with your actions. Others should be here. Not you.

6) WILDCARD. Anything and everything else.

ii. HELL - Brimstone and fire. Tortured until the end of time. This is the "bad" place to end up. At least you may run into some interesting people.

1) A THE TOP. You died at the top, everyone suffering, the world at your feet. And yet look at where you are now.

2) JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS. You were just following orders. Doing what your superiors told you to do... and yet here you are.

3) DEFEATED. Unfortunately the "good guys" won, spoiling your plans. Everything you had hoped for was toppled over.

4) GUILT. Now is the best time to repent and reflect on the evil you have caused....

5) SURPRISE. No good deed goes unpunished. Perhaps what you thought was the right thing to do was really the wrong path. Maybe you had been misled. Whatever happened, you ended up here now.

6) WILDCARD. Anything and everything else.

iii. SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN - Perhaps your in purgatory.... or in the final crossroads before you and others who have passed on must part. However, you're somewhere in between...

1) FINAL GOODBYE. One last meeting between friends, enemies. Just passing spirits.

2) FIRST MEETING IN A WHILE. It's been long. Way too long.

3) I CAME TO FIND YOU. You have fought through heaven and hell to see this person. To try and find them.

4) VISITATION. Perhaps you were both allowed a visitation between two different realms

5) WILDCARD. Anything and everything else.

iv. WILDCARD - Anything and everything in between. Any scenario, afterlife, situation that you could possibly imagine.

Instructions:

POST with your character's name and series title.
RESPOND TO OTHERS either using the prompts or make up your own situation. Use RNG if you feel you need some help.

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"Yeah, sorry, sweetie, but I'd be hard pressed to see him choose you over me." She's too annoyed by this whole line of conversation to keep being vague at him. "Family. Over. Everything." She folds her arms across her chest, "Little sister always wins."

His eyes narrow dangerously because to Leonard 'little sister' will forever mean Lisa.

Family over everything.

Little sister. Becks.
Oh.
The one Mick would only talk about when he was roaring drunk and drowning in guilt. Leonard had maybe heard the name two or three times over thirty years but he knows what that name means to Mick.

"Becky Rory."
His jaw snaps shut. "Mick's sister."

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"The one and only." Forever suck too young to be an adult and too old to be a kid. Being a teenager for all eternity? Already not all it's cracked up to be and it's only been three decades.

She may have kept tabs on her big brother, but that didn't mean she knew or saw everything. "So... he talked about me?" She can't help the falter in her voice, or the hopeful glint in her eyes.

Christ Mick. He's never quite needed his partner close as much as he does now, even knowing that it's better to keep Mick on the other side of the veil for as long as possible.

But he gets it, what a little sister and a big brother mean to one another and it breaks his goddamn heart because Mick so rarely talked about her, about how much he loved her and how much losing her devastated him.

"When he could," he allows. "It.. it wasn't a time your brother was all that fond of talking about."

He knows in his heart though, that if Mick could give anything, it would be to see his little sister again.

"Yeah, I get that." She admits, arms folding tight around her middle, eyes dropping to the ground for a solemn moment. She isn't fond of remembering it, either. But it happened, that's all there is to it. It's been over for a long time, and Becky has moved far past it.

And Leonard? Leonard doesn't have the first damn clue what to say. He's no good at offering comfort to the people he cares about, never mind someone he just met on the other side.

"He's got Raymond now. Sara. He'll be all right." At least he hopes so. He has to believe that.

Her eyes instantly snap up toward him. "You're an idiot." she spits out, void of anything like a tease; she's completely serious. "especially if you're really trying to convince yourself that a team of people he barely knows can hold a fucking candle to you."

Her own opinions of the guy may not be that high, but she's seen it in every goddamn interaction between them she's watched, in subtle movements and inflections in Mick's voice, in choices he makes, everything-- Mick is undeniably, unequivocally, down to the marrow in his bones, in love with fucking Leonard Snart.

An angry thinning of his lips. "Mick is the strongest man I know. With the team he'll be all right." Unlike him. Leonard wasn't strong enough to even considering existing in a world without Mick Rory.

"I did what I did to save his life, to keep him from making a terrible mistake."

She scoffs, "Maybe you don't know him as well as you think you do, then." she says, shaking her head in disbelief. She may have been gone for upwards of three decades or more by now, but she still knows her brother, inside and out. She had relationships with all her brothers, but she was always closest to Mick. Mama always said it was because they were Irish Twins. She didn't get it when she was a kid, but once she understood the term, she kinda liked the idea of it. They kind of were almost like twins when they were kids.

"And I'm not saying he isn't strong." she says, before this cagey assholes goes and twists her words around. He was fond of playing those kind of word games, she's seen it before. "But they aren't you. Do you even fucking realize what you mean to him?" There's a beat and she's utterly incredulous, "I'm dead and I can see it!"

She nods a little, though it's more an acknowledgment than it is an acceptance of his words. "Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that it was that selfless. But you aren't. Never have been anything even vaguely shaped like selfless, for anyone, have you? Not even my brother. Not really. Mostly just when it suited you."

There's a moment where anger washes clean and hot over him and it takes Leonard a moment to school his features into their usual cold mask.

She might be his sister, she might have watched them, but she has no idea what Mick means to him. He had been Leonard's entire world, his rock, his touchstone. His gaze could always flick to the left and Mick would always, always be there. Sure they'd fight, they'd argue bitterly and Leonard would lash out with words rather than his fists because he swore he would never wind up like his old man and hit people in anger, but they always came back to one another.

Mick was always the stronger one. The one who could always find it in himself to walk away when Leonard never could. No matter how cold and indifferent he tried to be, he never had the strength to walk away from Mick.

His jaw twitches. "There wasn't time to do anything else but save his life. I had to go back for him. I had to."

"Now he's there, stuck, without you!" She shouts at him. "And you honestly think that's not going to tear him up from the inside out, every. fucking. day?!"

She marches over to him and shoves his shoulders, "Fuck you!" she shouts, her hands dropping back to fold across her stomach, tears swelling in her eyes. Her voice drops to just barely above a whisper. "And thank you..."

He falls back a step at the shove. "I didn't do what I did to save time, I did it to save him! I did it because.." his eyes close and he draws in a shaky breath. "Because I loved him too. Because I couldn't live in a world without him."

There. Have the truth Becky.
Leonard Snart did not die a hero.
He died because he was a coward and couldn't comprehend living in a world that didn't have Mick Rory in it.

"I'm not sure he can, either." That's the problem. She watched it, the way these two idiots fell for each other and fought all the time and twisted themselves so tightly around each other that half the time no one could separate them.

SnartandRory.
RoryandSnart.
He's lost times now how many times even their names wound up tangled together because where you saw one, the other was never far behind.

"He.. he was always the one strong enough to walk away," he offers lamely. "I never could. Not once." Sure he could push and prod and all but drive Mick away but when it came right down to it? He couldn't.

"He can be so much better than I was."

"Walk away from what?" She stares at him, curious and confused. "You? Because he never did that. You realize that, right?"

An annoyed sound as he scrubs a hand across his face. "I know he came back but every time, every single time I was certain that was it. That he'd be gone." And every single time he nearly choked on his own terror as heavy footfalls echoed away from him, like that was the last time he'd see his partner.
His Mick.

"Then you really are an idiot." She rolls her eyes, giving him a look only befitting of a little sister who is staring down the person who wants to claim her brother as their own.

Leonard, who's been on the receiving end of that particular look throughout Lisa's nightmarish teenage years, answers with a flat look of his own.

Mick will be okay.
He'll struggle, he'll falter, but he has good people around him. People that had better damn well take care of him or he'll find some way to break out of the afterlife for the express purpose of kicking their asses.
Mick will be okay because he's stronger than Leonard ever could be.

The silence stretches on for a long moment.
"So. Do I get a tour? Or at least a rundown on how you've been watching Mick?" Because he'll want to know. The curiosity will drive him crazy.

She just stands there, in some ridiculous standoff with this man as he just stares her down. Her brows perk as the silence stretches on and finally he speaks again.

A smirk slides across her face. "Yeah, come on," she makes a vague 'follow me' motion with her hand. She wanders through the blank canvas of the place and slowly, it all forms into a familiar country road that sat just outside the main highway leading into Central City. A short distance ahead is an old house in the middle of too many acres of land to count. If he's seen the pictures in the papers, Leonard might even recognize it.

"I don't really know how it works," she admits as she leads the way up the front porch steps of her old house. "it just sort of does." she throws the screen door open and marches inside, dragging him to the living room. "It's kind of dumb, but it really works," she explains as she flips the tv on.

It's Mick, alone in his room on the ship. Beer bottles litter the immediate space and all the flat surfaces around him and there's another one in his hand. He doesn't look anything resembling okay and Becky isn't as convinced as Leonard seems to be that he ever really will be again.

"Whoever you wanna see, it shows you," she shrugs a little. "but he's kinda all I got, so he's all it'll show me."

The house is absolutely familiar and it makes Leonard sick to think this is where she's been watching over her brother all these years. But he follows because really, what else is he going to do?

The image on the television makes something crack and shatter inside his chest and he sits on the couch with a small breath. "Oh. Oh Mick." Oh no. Where are the others? Why aren't they taking care of him? Where the fuck is everyone?

Come on partner.

It wasn't perfect, it was a million kinds of twisted long before the fire, but it was home. The only one she ever knew because she never got the chance to live long enough to get out of it.

"I told you," she says quietly, looking more at the man beside her than the one on the tv screen. "you were his whole world..."

Mick.
It twists his heart into knots to see his partner so defeated, so exhausted. Drinking when he doesn't really want to. It's just habit now. Leonard kneels down, fingertips brushing the old glass television screen.

He has to get back.
He can't let it end like this.

Leonard Snart has broken out of every prison that ever tried to hold him.
He'll break out of this one.

Mick needs him.
"Tell me everything you know about this place. Everything you've learned. Don't spare the details."

"There's nothing to know," she insists, staring at him, incredulous. "this is it. The end of the road, a one way ticket. There's no going back." Because she may not really know him, but she knows enough to figure that's where he must be leaping to.

"No. This isn't it." Because it can't be. Not with Mick suffering like that on the other side because he's alone. Leonard has cracked impenetrable safes and beaten every security system and measure he's set his mind against. This is simply another problem to solve.

"If there is a way in, there's a way out. There was a time people thought time travel is impossible and look at where your brother is now."

Oh no.
He won't stand for Mick being alone like this. Just let the damned universe try and stop him.

"You realize you sound insane right now, right?" She frowns, trying to figure out what he might do next. Except she doesn't know him well enough at all to figure that much out. "It's death."

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