405. There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.

[a_scarlet_devil]

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

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Dean Winchester | Supernatural | 3/1-2

[samefivealbums]

[It no longer mattered how it got this bad. He didn't sleep. When he does sleep, the nightmares pull him apart. He didn't eat. When he tries, it all comes right back up. He didn't talk. There was no one around to talk to anyway and even if there was, he's got nothing to say.]

[The hotel room was tidy and neat. He even made the bed. He was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and his favorite Metallica t-shirt. The rest of his things were packed away neatly in his duffel bag with appropriate shipping information written in a note folded neatly on top.]

[Dean laid in the bath tub with a handful of empty prescription bottles scattered around the bathroom floor. He'd methodically swallowed the pills in threes and fours with sips from the tequila bottle held loosely in his hand. his phone was lying on the edge of the tub, just in case. Just in case he decided to back out and call 911. Not fucking likely, but hey... always be prepared, right?]

[He hummed a tune that'd been stuck in his head for days and took another sip from the bottle.]

[onlytobenormal]

[Maybe things hadn't been good recently... been downright crappy, honestly, and stressful. Even worse with Dean in--well, whatever mood he was in. He didn't talk, he was closed off, and it was... downright frustrating. He didn't like the distance between them, how Dean had shut down... it worried him to death, honestly.]

[So when he came home and found Dean's belongings gone? What else was he going to do but give his brother a call? On his way out the door of their apartment, of course. He might be rusty on hunting, but he knew Dean well enough and he could and would track the idiot down. Had a bad feeling about this though.]

[samefivealbums]

[The ringing startled him out of a daze. He'd been staring, half-focused, at the ugly pattern on the wall. Who picked the wall paper in these places anyway?]

[Dean picked up the phone after a minute of fumbling and peered at the display. Sam. He debated for a minute. Might be best to just not answer, but his selfish side wanted to hear his brother's voice. He pushed the button.] Hey...

[onlytobenormal]

Dean--

[He was almost startled himself when the other answered that easily.] Don't just... hey me. I came home to your crap missing and Ozzy going crazy by himself. Where are you? [It better be an impromptu hunt or something. That... that, he could deal with.]

karkat vantas ♋ homestuck ♋ will roll for each

[carcinos]

[narcotizes]

[ hello :o( ]

4 - 3

[carcinos]

[ fucking cancer.

not just any cancer, either. cancer of the blood.

he doesn't know why he didn't see it coming. it started out with just a lot of bruises, which meant longer sleeves. then he got thinner, tireder, weaker- sick. and then he found out what it was, and he'd spent a long while wondering if it was hilarious or enraging. after everything he'd been through, lived through, it would be his blood that killed him. cancer of his blood.

oh, and that wasn't even the best part.

apparently human treatments don't work on trolls.

different genetic makeup.

and it's not like Alternian society had a fantastic medical system; back on his planet he would have simply been culled.

part of him wonders if that would have been better.

it hurts.

it hurts a lot, dying. ]

[narcotizes]

[ it hurts when you see someone in front of you slowly dying, day by day. it was hard to see karkat's health spiral downwards as time went by. it was hard to see him suffer. it was . . . hard, really hard, to see him the was he was.

gamzee always stayed close. he couldn't leave karkat now, not even for a minute.

he was going to be okay.

karkat vantas. the karkat vantas. best friend. best moirail. he had to be okay.

there had to be miracle coming. ]

Hey . . .

[ gamzee sat beside him, wherever he happens to be resting at this moment. ]

Best motherfuckin' friend.

[ he could use the company, and by gamzee's watch, he was going to stay by his side for as long a he could. karkat never abandoned him-- gamzee wouldn't either. ]

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi | Tiger and Bunny | Rolling for each!

[wildkotetsu]

>_>

[thejakeisalie]

[4 + 5] The 'What If He Retired Because of Illness Instead' Thread. `_`

[wildkotetsu]

[There were a lot of things Kotetsu had a hard time admitting, or bringing up. He wasn't good with words when he should be, not when it came to things like this, and as it was...? He wasn't sure how he was supposed to tell Kaede. His brother knows: he told him straight-away, when he returned home. He told his mother soon after. And then he froze up, telling Kaede; froze up because.... fuck how could you not? How can you possibly tell your daughter that you're going to pass away? A few years after her mother, just leave her?

Granted, he hadn't been there enough as it was for her, and for that, he curses himself. A little too late for a sorry, isn't it? He and his mother and brother made a promise to tell her after he returned, instead. Not another promise, not now. Not more bad news for her to absorb. He'd return home, inform them all, and then retire. And... return home.

To restBut now... Kriem was dead. Jake wasn't guilty of Barnaby's parent's deaths. And the kid was a mess-a complete mess, trying to sort out his own mind, and

You're horrible XD

[thejakeisalie]

[Barnaby wakes up in a strange room, alone. His partner has left him alone here... why?

Dressing quickly he slips out--this is no time to be sleeping. He has to find the answer to his jumbled memories, and wandering around this mall like he had so many years ago... it's the only thing he has to work with. A very slim straw, but he's grasping it like his life depends on it. Or more to the point, his sanity.

But to do it he needs his partner.

It doesn't take him long to find Kotetsu, especially when he is walking so quickly. His partner is sitting on a bench, not far from the room he woke up in. Barnaby's steps slow to something more sedate, and he approaches Kotetsu with relief. At least there's someone he can depend on to be his anchor in this insanity.

Or so he thinks, until he gets close enough to hear the words.

I'll be home as soon as I hand in the retirement papers.

I promise.]

What are you saying?

[The words fly out of him before he can stop them, but he's too busy feeling betrayed to worry about it.]Are you going to

Pokey Minch | Earthbound | Roll for each

[godisachild]

2, of course T_T

[imjustpicky]

[godisachild]

[You are the last person he wants here right now Picky. The last person to see him like this, to have to see him die. God. His body is trembling, both from the guilt of you being here and the few remaining shivers of his body practically being entirely broken at this point. He doesn't think his spine has been severed, not entirely, but from the amount of damage he's taken it's close.

But at the same time? He wants you here. You're familiar. You're something he knows. And so, he just reaches out for his brother, lips moving emptily for a moment before, finally, he can speak...]

I'm sorry.....

[imjustpicky]

[Picky was good at turning up where he might not be wanted. And good at staying around anyway.

He grasps his big brother's extended hand with both of his, holding it tightly.]

P-Pokey...

[This couldn't be happening, it couldn't, his big brother might go away or get hurt or get lost, but not... this. This wasn't supposed to happen.]

I'll, I'll call someone, they'll fix you up, you'll be okay, you'll...

The Major | Hellsing | Will Roll For Each

[sturmbahnfurher]

[selfobservedcat]

[Oh god.]

1-4

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major's body, as it was, was a sophisticated machine, a complex one at that, truly attesting to Dok's genius. And yet, at the same time, much simpler than the human body. And in being such, it took much less to decimate it if something should go wrong with the body. If something should be off in the programming of it, or the circuitry

[selfobservedcat]

[And right next to him is his faithful servant. He's got his usual smile on his face as he swings his legs back and forth.]

My, my...who would've imagined it would get like this, eh, Major?

[How sensitive of him.]