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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters and and will fall.
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1. just depressed.
Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.
You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.
Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.
You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.
You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.
For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.
You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.
Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.
You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.
This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.
You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.
Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.
You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.
Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.
You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.
It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss
You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.
Combine some options or make your own!

fluff scenario

1. Sick day. You're down with the flu or some injury. Whatever the reason, you're bedridden or at the hospital. Aren't you lucky that that special someone came to visit you?

2. Date night. You've made special plans to show that special someone just how much you love them and nothing can go wrong tonight.

3. Cheer up. One or both of you is feeling down and it's time to get out of that slump by either finding a way to distract yourself or talking it out with the other person.

4. Love confession. Your stomach is doing flip flops and your heart is racing, but you've read all the signs right, and it's time to let that other person know you feel the same way.

5. Special gift. Maybe it's the first time, or maybe this is the gift that really counts. Birthday, Christmas, or just a random present, you've been planning and saving up for this one and are hoping that special person will like it.

6. Last time (for awhile). One of you is going away for some reason (it can be as simple or angsty as you want it to be) and you may be back or you may not, but you want to spend the time you've got left where you are with someone special.

7. Pillow talk. You've just had fantastic sex (which playing out is optional!) and you're both content to lay back and enjoy a little bit of pillow talk or maybe go for round two as soon as you catch your breath!

8. Shared dessert. Whether it's because you're both cheap or you're one of those cute, lovey-dovey couples who love sharing desserts, the two of you are sharing that delicious ice cream sundae or cake with one another. Did some of it get on your partner's nose? Or maybe you want to go ahead and take a bite out of the cookie sticking out of their mouth.

9. Need a friend. You just want to hang out with the guys/girls and have a little fun.

10. I'm sorry. You had a fight with someone and now it's time to kiss and make up. . . or at least make up.

11. A moment at home. There's nothing better than enjoying a peaceful day without anything to worry about. Maybe you'll share a book with a friend, or just enjoy some tea and catch up.

12. Been so long. You're back after a long trip somewhere and now it's time to meet up with someone you've missed a lot and make up for lost time!

13. I'll defend you until the end. You're going to fight for that person and you're going to let them know it or show them, whichever comes first.

14. Pillow fight. You're both feeling the need to have some friendly horseplaying, and what better way than with pillows?

15. Wild card. Reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else.

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Dave.

[ There was nothing reassuring to say to this.

All his life he'd tried to teach his brother to be self-sufficient. When Dave had come home beaten and bruised, he'd tried to teach him the art of fighting back, to be prepared for it, all the while promising in his own convoluted way that it gets better.

Could things get better when the world had gone up in flames?

It hurts to move but he draws his brother closer, somehow shifts on one broken side and loops the other arm around him too. It hurts. It feels like he's ripping himself in two just to do something as simple as this, but it's worth it.

This is the first time he's hugged his brother unironically since he was seven and Dave was four, right around when he decided that the only way to combat the world is to fight back. Up until then when Dave had needed someone to take his hand he had always been there, the less embarrassing choice - the big brother who wasn't tall enough to tower yet, but was still strong enough to keep the world from crushing him. He'd hugged and bandaged and did everything he could to keep Dave from getting hurt. But seven, seven meant school and an introduction to a world beyond their tiny family - it meant bullies and bastards and pricks slinging words he hardly understood. It meant that when he went home he realized that he couldn't be doing Dave any favors and instead had to teach him to stand up when he fell down and to lick his own wounds. ]

You're ready for this. Do you hear me? [ His voice isn't smooth any more, it's ragged and weak and ends in quiet, tired puffs of air. ] I've made sure that you'd be ready for this and you've got Bro too. He's got you. You're going to face insurmountable odds but you will best them and the whole fucking world will know your name, you understand?

No... Dirk, just no.

[Shaking his head slowly as his dying brother spoke, as his whole fucking world came crashing down before him with the realization that this was Dirk's acceptance of his situation. Dirk didn't promise Dave he'd get better, that it was going to be hard but they would pull together and get through it.

No. He was talking like a dying person. Talking like someone who didn't want to hurt those he was leaving behind. Dave had never felt more pain than this before in his life. It was overwhelming to say the least.

His stomach turned and twisted tightly, the blood rushing through his veins felt like poison as his heart only ached more and more with each beat. It felt like he could throw up, like he was dying from this pit of sorrow and fear, anger and heartbreak that was threatening to tip him over the edge. How fucking selfish was that? Here he rest in Dirk's decaying arms only to think of himself and his own internal pain. What must Dirk have been feeling? Dave couldn't even start to comprehend it.]

So what... You're just gonna... give up, is that it?

[Pulling back to look at Dirk as he lay in his arms. By this time, Dave's face was a mess of little lines, paths and maps of his fallen tears, he'd given in trying to hide the fact he was crying by now. It didn't matter any more, nothing mattered other than Dirk and how much Dave loved and needed him in his life still.]

Fuck the odds and fuck the world, I could give countless shits about the fucking word, Dirk.... I just want my brother back...

[Curling up in those tired and wounded arms, sobbing uncontrollably.]

[ This is where Dirk would have suckerpunched him before. Don't cry, not now - not over this. This is life, get up and soldier on little bro. Now his fingers hardly curl into fists and he thinks if he has to move that far or that fast he might just go ahead and cull himself now and save the illness the trouble.

That wasn't funny. That was sick. Even he would admit that. Maybe this was defeat he was finally admitting, kneeling before the reaper and waiting for the last blow to fall. ]

This time that's the one thing the world isn't going to give you. [ He's dying. Definitely fucking dying, and no one can tell him how long it will take. ] I'm not gone yet but I'm telling you this now for your own good. Don't you dare give up.

[Dave could hardly feel Dirk's heart beat any more and he was too scared to press his ear harder against his brothers chest incase he hurt him.

Empty... Dave just felt so empty and hearing Dirk telling him not to give up? Fuck.. Why didn't he just punch into his chest and crush his fragile little heart a bit more? How could he!? How could he just be brave and walk with his head up!? Dave didn't want to like in such a cruel world, not without his role model... his protector and the only person other than Bro who actually got him.

It wasn't fair.]

Like we ever fucking got what we wanted in the first place. We're fucking Strider's, we've been shit on since our forefathers busted sick moves on this earth... are you forgetting that?...

[Dave sighed and just lay against Dirk, still sobbing silently, still trying to cling on for as long as he could.]

.... I.... I don't I can do it, Dirk... I'll just hate the world even more for doing this to you...

[ There's a pleasant numb feeling that tells him it's going to stop hurting soon.

Dirk's eyes slide close and his head tilts forward to rest atop his brother's, focusing on breathing in. And out. In. And out. ] Don't be so hasty. We may have fought tooth and nail for everything we own but it's only made us stronger. It's not the world that's done this to us, it's just a series of unfortunate fucking circumstances that lead us down the hard path. You don't have to hate everything.

[ There's a wet rattle as he inhales. He's starting to tremble. ] Hey, little bro. Lift that blanket up some for me.

[Feeling the slight weight from Dirk's head against his own, was a slight comfort. Dave didn't like this just waiting, it was as if he knew deep down that he was just waiting for his brother to die but there was something trying to block him from thinking like that, something that was trying so hard to convince Dave this would all somehow work out in the end and Dirk would get better.]

So what, are you saying you think I'm strong enough now? Cause shit man, it doesn't feel it, not in the fucking slightest. Hm?...

[Shifting to slump beside Dirk as he pulled the blankets up and touched his brothers clammy forehead. Dave almost asked if Dirk was alright, but that was such a fucking stupid question. Instead he just sighed lightly and pressed his nose to Dirk's cheek, his brow to his brothers temple... He smelt like shit, like that ammonia smell you get in hair dye. The smell of death.]

You need me to get anything?

You're a lot stronger than you think Dave. [ There's a sound soft and low in his throat, a quiet cringe of pain. There's blood seeping from his nose, his lips. ]

No. [ He lifts his hands.

There are a few false starts as he tries to lift his arm. It hurts. The low, choked sound raises and falls but Dirk pushes on. Eventually, his fingers close around his shades, tucked away on the corner of his bed. Gently, but insistently, he presses them against his brother's hand. ]

You take these [ his voice is soft and low, tired, the texan drawl he'd tried so hard to keep out coloring his words. ] and my sword. That's yours. Lil' Cal, too, if you want him... if not, you can leave him with me.

[A soft smile and a disbelieving snort of air were offered at Dirk's comment.]

Yea well, I don't feel all that strong.

[ Curiously watching Dirk as he moved. God it tore Dave up seeing him struggle, seeing him in so much pain over doing such a simple task.]

............

[Fuck. No. Not his shades. It was too fast.]

When did it all get so real so fast?

[Low tone, non of his usual sarcasm, just the broken voice of a young boy being destroyed slowly from inside out. Clasping the shades in his hand and pulling his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, Dave's lips quivered and he had to swallow to stop himself from sobbing again.

Looking to the side of the bed, Dave saw Lil Cal laying there face down and dirty. Leaning over and picking up the puppet, he brushed some crap off of his face and handed it to Dirk softly.]

You keep him for now, you can give me him later...

You can take 'im when the time is right... He'll keep you safe.

[ That once strong arm falls back to his side once the exchange is done. He can't answer the first question. He doesn't have the strength to wrap his arms around his puppet this time. His arms shake and strain, but ultimately remain as they are.

He has no strength left to fight anymore.

He thinks he says something, his lips move faintly but there's no sound. The barest hint of a smile as he nods once, the movement slowing and stopping as he sinks back into the bliss of unconsciousness. ]

[Holding his breath and leaning in closer as Dirk seemed to weaken . Lightly resting a palm over Dirk's shoulder, Dave felt a cold chill run through him.]

Dirk? ... Hey yo Dirk? ... C'mon bro, don't so this to me man, hold the fuck on 'kay... Dirk?.... Dirk?

[Cupping that cold face and tipping it back, he was so pale, so drained looking and what made it worse was that he didn't even seem to have the energy to hold Lil Cal...Dave felt sick. Bile ran up his throat and back down again as tears streamed over his cheeks.]

...No. No! Dirk c'mon man stop fuckin' 'round!

[Hands slipping to grasp his shoulders and shake lightly at first, but as Dave gained no response he shook a little harder. He was almost hyperventilating and like fuck if he could see through all the salty tears what flooded his eyes, dripping down to splash on his brother.]

.... Dirk? ..... DIRK!!!

[There's a firm grip on Dave's shoulder. It's firm, but gentle though. And probably familiar. Bro was unreadable as ever. Nothing can take the walls he built down. At least, not in public. Perhaps when things quieted down and he had his own privacy, he'd let out what he was feeling. No guardian should have to see the child they raised die. Somewhere, he had fucked up.]

Come on Dave. I think you should get some fresh air. He needs some rest, and shaking him ain't gonna help.

[The taste in his mouth his own words left is disgusting. Who is he fooling? No one. They both know. Dirk isn't going to just suddenly get better. It's all just a stupid lie to keep themselves from breaking down.] Come on. You can bitch at him later. [More empty words. They're all just empty.

He wants to tell Dave to man up. To stop crying. But Dave wasn't him. He wasn't this heartless wall with no emotions. He was just a kid who just lost his older brother. But he didn't know how to comfort. How to make him stop. And that just made him feel worst. That he couldn't even stop whatever was making Dave cry for once.]

[Dave shrugged out of that grip, Dave threw himself forwards, on top of Dirk's body with Cal trapped between them. The little guy had never cried like this before, he didn't know what to do with himself.

Letting it all out as he scream, cried out and rocked lightly, nose running and eyes closed tight. He fucking wailed, pressing his face into the side of Dirk's face, thumping out hard on Dirk's chest as his own shoulders shook from how violently he was sobbing.]

No!!!!!!!!

[Pulling back up and franticly drying his eyes, Dave touched Dirk's neck, his lips then his chest, he was looking, searching for a way for anything he could do that might bring him back... But he didn't know where to start.

Looking back over at Bro, it was probably the first time in years that Dave looked like a child, his red eyes pooling with pain and loss, it was as if he was pleading with Bro to fix it. Reaching a hand out towards his guardian before, trembling and choking on his own spit from how hard he was crying.

Dave just collapsed there, right into Dirk, shaking his head and punching down into that still chest.]

[Bro didn't know how to be motherly. Or fatherly for that matter. Maybe he was a little too rough, but he was doing his best. He was trying. Even if it ended up with him wrenched Dave away from Dirk's still body. Even if the other might scream and curse at him for being his usual self.]

Sorry Dave, but this shit isn't going to fly. [His voice was steady. So goddamn steady.] Come on.

[He hoisted Dave up, not caring if the other cried or wailed at him. Dave was still light to him. It was easy enough to carry him, which was nice, but also unsettling.

But he was gonna carry the other out. Get him away from Dirk for even a little while. Let Dave sort his thoughts out a little. Hell, let him sort his own thoughts out. It was a goddamn war in Bro's mind, and he doesn't think anything can stop it from taking over now.]

It's decent out today. [Dear lord, their lives have spiraled out of control. Far enough that weather is an actual topic. He doesn't know what else can get their minds off their loss. Anything they liked would remind both of them of him. Everything they could talk about that wasn't random would somehow lead back to their now lifeless sibling.]

No! Dirk! No!!... Bro fuck! No lemme go! Lemme fucking go I have to try! i have to! Dirk?!

[All of Dave's energy was spent in crying out for his other brother, arms outstretched and grabbing towards where Dirk lay in the bed. He still had Dirk's shades in his hand, gripping them but careful not to crack them.

Submitting to Bro's strength, Dave just kind of curled up as he was hoisted up. What started as a fight of the youngest sibling trying to pull away, beat out and free himself so he could run back into the stiffening arms of their sibling... yet now he just wrapped those weak little arms around Bro, his face pressed in tight as he sobbed until bro's shirt was wet from his tears.

Calming only from exhausting himself, Dave fell limp in Bro's hold. Silent slow tears trickled his face.]

[Bro was quiet while he carried the other. What was he supposed to do? Even he wasn't so sure. He just figured that staying in there was a terrible idea for both of them. Not because the image of their brother gone right there in the flesh, but Dirk was probably infectious in ways that would ruin them both.

He settled down in the grass. Today is way too nice looking. It should be raining. There should be storms. Or maybe he was trying to force how he feels onto the weather like a self entitled dick.]

You still there? [He hasn't let go. Hasn't forced you to man up. That would be too cruel.]

[Dave nodded slowly, his hands gripping tighter into Bro's shit. he didn't want to look up from where his face was pressed yet, the sun burnt his red eyes on the best of days, but they felt sore from all the tears at the moment.

After a long silence, Dave pulled away, sitting in Bro's lap and looking up. Drying his eyes on his shirt sleeve and stroking his thumb over Dirk's shades he'd gave him.]

Promise me...

[His voice choked up a little.]

Just promise me you wont fucking die too...

[Bro's expression doesn't change. It's still impassive. Still the usual. Not that it was surprising. But the way he spoke, despite keeping it leveled, was different. Just the quality seemed different.]

Only if you promise the same shit back. We don't need anymore dead Striders on this trip.

[He isn't even going to give the thought of Dave also dying the time of day. It wasn't going to happen. It can't.]

[Bro's stoic expression was just what Dave needed right now, a taste of the norm and that silent strength the older Strider possessed.]

... Agreed.

[Dave nodded and lay in against Bro, fuck trying to be cool, right now his little heart was broken in two, like the record on his favourite shirt.]

[Bro's expression never wavered, but he was surprisingly gentle with the other. He lightly stroked Dave's hair as he leaned back slightly, not minding if the other laid against him.

He doesn't know how long it'll take for anything to really dull the pain of losing a brother. They can think about dealing with the body later. They wouldn't be able to keep it around as a full body. They'd have to burn it most likely. But hey, carrying ashes is pretty legit.

That's a pretty hollow thought.]

[Dave settled in with little comfort that he could lay against bro a little while longer. Shuffling only enough to look up at him through sore and cried out eyes.]

I can stay with you tonight right?

[It was a push, but Dave really didn't want to be alone right now. Heck, bro would march his rump back to bed when he was a kid for coming into his room in the middle of night... be it cause of thunder storms or nightmares.]

You're not allowed to stay with anyone else tonight if that's what you're wondering.

[Bro just couldn't outright say yes, but he wanted Dave to know that he was welcome to be with him tonight. They both need this. He was just too stubborn to admit how upset this made him.]

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