History never repeats itself, but it does often rhyme.

[atyourservices]

The Reincarnated Lovers Meme
Everyone knows the feeling of when you see someone and you know you've seen them before. Isn't that a part of déjà vu? But what if the connection you have with that person goes beyond the superficial recognition of familiarity? Perhaps you were connected once...in the most intimate of ways. Some religions and philosophies believe in reincarnation of souls, and it's said that souls could be reincarnated together - once again to follow out the same path they did before. Or maybe not. Maybe it could be a second chance for fixing things that went wrong before, like the a tragedy or circumstances keeping you apart. But can you take that chance? Do you even want to? HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character, stating preferences and pertinent information. Tag around to others and roll the RNG to determine what your scenario will be. The first roll determines the parameters of the "past life," the second the parameters of the "present life." The meme is intended to take place in the present, but there's nothing stopping you from playing out flashbacks to the "past." Play out the scene! WARNING: There will probably be triggers here.		A. THE PAST Medieval: The two of you lived in the middle ages or an equal high fantasy setting. Kings, queens, knights, wizards, your doomed love was set among the sword and shield. Feudal Japan: During this time, honor reigned supreme and warriors lived and died by the sword. Perhaps the two of you lived here? War: World War I, World War II, World War...III? Whatever the tension was, the two of you weren't living in happy times. Not Human: You were gods, demons, monsters, angels - or at least one of you was. Sci-Fi: The two of you found love in a world of science and technology...maybe a base on the moon? Taboo: In a past life, the two of you were related, yet still somehow fell in love. Or perhaps there was a big age gap, or different social standings. Whatever it was, your affection was "wrong," somehow. Intended for Someone Else: One of you was engaged, intended, or taken by someone else. Not Allowed: For some reason, you couldn't have your love back then. Tragically Cut Short: Somehow, your love ended in tragedy and one of you died. Living Happily Ever After: The two of you grew old together, had a family, the whole shebang, and died of old age. As a reward, you get to be with your loved one again. WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN B. THE PRESENT (Not So) First Meeting: You could swear you've seen this person before...but where? Need to Be Near You: You don't know why, but you have to be close to this person, to protect them, to love them. Memories: You're having memories of your past life and it's freaking you out. The Reveal: Somehow, the truth is revealed to you about who you used to be and what you life was like with this person. But I'm Taken: Unfortunately, you've already moved on to someone else who doesn't fit into the picture of your past. You Have to Be With Me: You're determined to rejoin with your past lover...even if they're not interested. He Doesn't See Me: You're afraid your lover only sees the past "you" and not the you who exists now. Are they in love with a memory? Madness Ensues: It's getting hard for you to tell which life is the "real" one, the one you have now or the one in the past. Perhaps you only see one way of release: becoming reincarnated again. It All Worked Out: The battles are fought, the war is one. You've earned your happy ending in this life and the two of you can live together. WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN
Meme inspired by the anime/manga Please Save My Earth. Feel free to repost this as you feel fit.

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Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[khalid]

[I could roll one and you could roll for the other! Or whatever you'd like. Pre or post-timeskip is fine.]

sansa stark | asoiaf/got | ota

[eyried]

Vash | trigun stampede

[droughty]

[ 👀 ]

princess serenity | sailor moon | f/m

[transmigrate]

darcy lewis • mcu • ota

[stemtypeoflady]

angel | csm

[subtracted]

( m/m )

Chuuya Nakahara | Bungo Stray Dogs | OTA

[gravitys]

[ 22yo mafia executive who has the power to manipulate gravity. Hot-headed at times and enjoys fighting but can be the responsible and reasonable straight man when he has to be. Really short and hates it. He's firmly in the morally gray category so I'm down with heroes, villains, or in-betweens. Can also play him in his teenage years if you prefer. ]

Harald Sigurdsson | Vikings : Valhalla

[sigurdsson]

[ cross canon welcome ]

[bewitchingsidhe]

[ ooc: are you open to oc's? if so, I can roll you a pitch? ]

[sigurdsson]

[ always open to oc's! shoot me the pitch! :) ]

[bewitchingsidhe]

[ Was thinking she and Harald were together during his Viking days, but he died and centuries later she runs into reincarnated him looking exactly like her Harald? With her being fae, she's just been living life after his passing so seeing him again will rock her world. With a potential mix of him feeling like he should know her even though he doesn't because soul recognizes her or something? ]

[sigurdsson]

[ sounds good to me, the only details i'd change would be that i'd prefer the version of him that was with her previously to have taken place before his show version canon. still viking days, but a couple centuries prior. so when they cross paths 'now' it'll be while he's prince of norway (no worries if you haven't seen the show). if that works for you, i'm all for it! also do you want him to have known she was fae back when they were together originally? i imagine he died in battle, so it's up to you if she revealed that beforehand, or was planning on it, etc. ]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun: Stampede | OTA

[unmending]

[sincerest]

[ ooc: interested in anything specific? ]

[unmending]

[ a mix of 9 from 'the past' and 3 from 'the present' might be real fun. ]

[sincerest]

[ ooc: went with one/both of them dying post s1 of stampede and some random time in the future in a slightly easier world. happy to edit if anything doesn't work for you. ]

[ vash wakes with a gasp, jerking upright in bed. the sheets are tangled around him, trapping him, and for a moment, he's back in his dream, falling through space. unlike the dream, a neverending fall, the sheets are easy to dislodge, and he clambers from his bed, tripping over the pillow he'd thrown off the bed earlier in his nightmare but catching himself before he faceplants into anything. it's early for one of the nightmares, just crossing midnight, and the room is pitch black, but he doesn't bother turning on a light, illuminated by the glow of his markings and familiar after a few nights' stay.

the nightmare isn't new or unusual, but until he'd arrived in town, it had been infrequent. but it's happened every night he's been in town, and it leaves him unsettled for days after, like his skin is stretched too tightly over too big a frame. the phantom pains haunting his waking hours would be easy to ignore if not for how his heart hurts after each of these nightmares, the ache of something incomplete, unfulfilled. he looks over his shoulder more often, in the days following that nightmare, as though someone should be there, at his back or next to him, and each time it doesn't happen, the unsettled feeling grows until he feels consumed by it, hazy and unfocused.

in the bathroom, he strips and stands in the shower, letting the freezing water wake him up and chase away the grogginess, although he still feels the chill of the nightmare.

sometimes, he dreams when he can fall back to sleep after the nightmare. a pleasant dream, or as pleasant as it can be in their wasteland world: a long drive broken by silly arguments and stupid questions, a familiar voice berating him, sharp eyes watching him. those are almost worse, peaceful moments that remind him of friends, a camaraderie no longer part of his life.

it's the same nightmare each time: a fight he doesn't fully understand against his brother that leaves him unhappy and aching, a bone-deep sadness permeating the dream. he lingers in the shower until his teeth are chattering, his marks have faded, and he has to force his fingers to turn off the water. a waste of water, he knows, but it's not as crucial as it was— as the dreams make it out to be. he can stand under the shower for a long time, especially a cold shower, and no one else is going to suffer from a lack of water. don't even have to figure out how to repurpose water anymore, which isn't something vash has ever dealt with, except in his dreams, where it was precious, even when dirty. it's an easier world now: there's no bounty on his head, which struck him as odd in those dreams.

vash dresses quickly and roughly scrubs a towel over his damp hair, leaving the blonde mess to air dry, desperate to escape his room. it'll be a mess later, but he doesn't care; if anyone sees him, it'll be a few drunks and late-night stragglers, not the type of people he wants to impress. besides, he'll be gone soon enough; usually, he feels an itch to leave, to go somewhere, and although that feeling hasn't yet crept up, it might be time to leave. a recurring dream that won't stop

he grabs his jacket before leaving the room, large glasses on his face, and makes his way to the bar. the corner is already occupied, so vash grabs a stool a few feet away, beckoning the bartender over so he can order a drink. ]

Strongest thing you have, [ he requests, resisting the urge to drop his head against the wooden bartop. ] Open a tab. Can you charge it to my room?

[ the bartender is amenable enough to that; soon enough, he has a drink in hand. it tastes terrible, and he grimaces as the liquor burns going down, but it's better than nothing. better than staying in his room. it starts to warm him up from the inside out.

the bar isn't crowded like he suspected. a rough place, not the sort to be wildly popular, but he spins around on his stool to look around anyway. two men playing cards over one of the tables are familiar, men he's run into in the bar before. a few others feel vaguely familiar like he's seen them around town. none of them seem interested in conversation or even like they care to be noticed. vash sighs, turning back to his drink with a visible droop to his shoulders. he hadn't come down to the bar to talk to anyone, but the longer he sits there in silence, the more he feels like he might vibrate out of his skin. ]

Kabal | Mortal Kombat | OTA

[hooked_on_kaballin]

nicholas d. wolfwood | trigun stampede

[ministries]

Hey there!

[celestialcrybaby]

[I usually play from Maximum, which would be sadly perfect for this meme, but if you prefer, I can totally play from Stampede and we can roll for both options, too.]

[ministries]

[ I would love a Vash from Maximum! (my familiarity with the manga is minimal until I have time to read it this summer, but I do not mind spoilers.) No specific thoughts on scenarios, but I'm happy to roll for things or go along with if you have anything in mind. ]

Ok, NOW THAT MY BIG PROJECT IS DONE, I can come back to this, holy shit, sorry for the wait!

[celestialcrybaby]

[Nice! X> And I mean the most obvious thought is like...50+ years post-canon and all of a sudden, Vash is running into someone who looks *extremely familiar*. lol]

Joan Watson | Elementary

[formersurgeon]

muichirou | kny

[muichirou]

[ m/m ]

Vash | Trigun Stampede

[dontdeserve]

Vash the Stampede | Trigun

[celestialcrybaby]

[I usually play from Maximum, but I'd be willing to play from one of the other timelines, too. I'm also neckdeep in Vashwood Hell, so obviously that's a preference, but Meryl is a cutey, too, just in case anyone out there plays our girl and has ideas for how that might have panned out in the long run. :) ]