#amnesia is a bitch

[onemashedbraincell]

i hate forgetting shit because wdym today is Valentine’s Day?? and they tell me yeah it’s Valentine’s Day and 5 minutes later i forget it’s Valentine’s Day??

[the-astral-clump]

that moment when you have shared exomemories that are more vivid than irl memories bc ur old host went dormant 😀

[subject-13]

Finally found my switch

It's Minecraft time boys

[the-witness-sys]

Call me a private investigator the way I look for clues to piece together my own life

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

Death Warrant!Au

When the rejuvenating, life-extending effects of ectoplasm to the dead and dying was discovered by planets across the stars, it triggered mass conflicts that left several systems obliterated beyond repair. Hundreds of Billions had migrated to the Realms in numbers that were never seen before by the residence of the dead. They had various forms of damage and disfigurement on their new forms as a result of the ectoplasm being weaponized and used on them. Their very beings were corrupted beyond repair with their minds significantly altered with highly specified obsessions.

• Peoples from the destroyed worlds being so afraid that they lashed out, ripping anything that saw them to pieces out of fear of being attacked.

A serpentine creature of the Realms eagerly stalking them and fed upon their cores to grow stronger.

• Soldiers of these races were hell-bent on continuing to fight and proceeded to attempt subjugate this dimension that was new to them. Their rage guiding them blindly as they left paths of destruction throughout the realm.

A beast, wrongly slaughtered in the early madness of an delicate fledgling world that happened to be rich with ectoplasm followed the warpath and basked in the rage.

Eventually, more creatures like them came to prominence as a result of these strange new victims. Being aspects of emotion that were born from the masses in the war.

The Ghost King during this time period could not sit idly by and watch these newly born ghosts run rampant and terrorize his kingdom. With a heavy heart and a weapon in hand, a call to arms was called and the purge of these beings began. It tooks thousands of years, but when the last corrupted ghost was destroyed, the King took to the realm of living and wiped away all traces of the Realms from the minds of the survivors with all recollections of this terrible war for ectoplasm erased from history.

As his rested his eyes one final time, before the Tyrant would cowardly claim his life, made a major, sacred declaration that all citizens was made:

• If any hostile, mutant ghosts were to be found, they were to captured and examined by the king's council to await judgement. If they are too dangerous to restrain and seek bloody violence, they are to be destroyed.

• Any scientists trying to use ectoplasm for endangering life were to be have their memories erased and put to the sword for their crimes.

• Anyone foolish enough to Defy Death using ectoplasm, the greatest violation of the laws in the infinite Realms, they were to be put to death as and immediately given their Second End.

~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~

When Pariah Dark, the Cowardly Tyrant King, is defeated and Danny fianlly takes the throne after a few centuries of training, the Observers hand him a compiled a list of names who violated these sacred laws.

They have him start with Earth and Danny's jaw hits the floor with what the charges he was seeing. He can already hear the chaos in the meeting room.

• Amanda Waller, Vandal Savage, Darkseid, Granny Goodness, a court of owls(?)...the list is long, and that's just Earth alone!

• Jack "The Goddamn Joker" Napier and a few of the more violent Rouges of Gotham are charged with Veil Destabilization.

Even Jason Peter Todd Wayne...the Red Hood!? Danny can probably work something with Jason, force him into therapy sessions (along with the whole damn family) with Jazz and a couple cleansing sessions and supplements from Frostbite...the others had to go...

The continued slaughter of the innocent, combined with the suffering they endured and the misery felt by Shades who couldn't move on was making the veil deteriorate at dangerous speeds. New pits would form across the city eventually as a result.

Lady Gotham has done everything she can to keep the madness from happening but she can't hold it back any longer. Her core is ready to shatter under the stress and is constantly in agony, but she won't abandon her knights, despite Danny's pleas to save herself.

There's a certain brigade of furry's who may or may not like this news but said brigade had no choice but to take it on the chin. They have children who Defied Death in their ranks and the Realms are not afraid to destroy anyone foolish enough to stop them.

• Lex Luther is charged with crimes against humanity. And several other violations in regards to unethical experimentation.

One sticks out to Danny.

Lex used Danny's stolen DNA from a stray core shard from the Guys in White, who he was was funding in secret, even after they were disbanded, to create a clone comprised of the Earth's resident Kryptonian, the bald bastard, and himself to kill and replace said Kryptonian...the guy who literally helps save the earth time and time again from doom.

...Yeah, Lex is undoubtedly, fucked beyond total comprehension. Anyone defending him was risking all-out war with the Infinite Realms.

But hey, at least Danny was finally having child of his own! The little tyke is only a few years old in the tube, Ellie's visits are far and in-between and Danny's status as a Halfa made him sterile and develop an embarrassingly strong case of baby fever.

He's sure the ghosts from Krypton would love to help out in raising Conner in case Kal-El wasn't really planning on being around the boy. After all, being cloned himself, Danny knows the emotional baggage that comes with being violated to this degree by your enemy.

He just hopes the guy can come around and accept the little guy...

[burningsolarsystem]

Does anyone have like, what I've come to call, "false trauma"?

That probably sounds weird so let me explain.

Like, weird reactions to things. Suddenly getting hit by panic/some breakdown that isn't over something that has actually happened.

Example, had a moment where my brain started scream repeating "Get off" and I was kinda panicking. Felt like I was reliving a memory, except there was no memory and I know for a fact nothing like that happened.

But it feels like it did. It feels like it should have.

And I don't know what to do with that. I'm not trying to fantasize about trauma, I feel awful about it. But it feels like something should have happened. And I just want it to make sense. But it doesn't.

So, if anyone experiences something similar, please let me know.

Also, radqueers dni. This isn't for you.

[0hlilith]

Fellas, Fellas! Hear me out!

What if… When The Team was fighting on the battlefield, an accident happened, what kind of accident? What if While Scout was talking on a platform, it collapsed and he hit HARD on his head, he screamed on agony as he starts to convulse, the others entered in panic cause not even Medic, knew how to deal with a Epilepsy attack, The match stopped cause it was cause the situation was BAD, Scout had to be rushed into the Laboratory and was on critical condition, Hours later, a Diagnosis came in, Temporarily, Amnesia oh it’s bad! Bad I tell you! The team doesn’t know what to now, What they were even gonna Tell Pauling? The Administrator or even his mom!? What are they supposed to do now?

They gave in and hours later they finally told the Administrator, she was mad at them for not telling her sooner, But… she just says “Do not Tell her mother” … and that’s it, she doesn’t provide any information to help Scout’s condition, or any indication apart from that and The Only thing the guys can do is see slowly how Scout’s condition gets worse and worse, knowing that they can’t do anything to help him

[mossytrashcan]

this is the first time I’ve ever fully rawdogged a piece (drawing luke from memory) so we’ll see how it works out lol

[screaming-heart]

so here's the thing.

i don't 'like' having DID. it sucks and its awful and somehow it means we remember too much and not nearly enough at the same time. its not fun.

BUT

i do love my alters (mostly). my DID isn't a good thing, but my alters are probably one of the best things that happened to me.

would i prefer to NOT be traumatized ? yes. would i prefer to NOT have DID ? of course. but I never got that choice, and of all the things that happened to me having alters has been overall positive. we would be dead if they weren't there.

i love my alters, not my DID.

[milokissa707]

“you don’t have DID, DID is not real, you just have FMS and your therapist is abusing you”

👏who’s in the DSM/IDC and who isn’t👏

👏who’s in the DSM/IDC and who isn’t👏

👏who’s in the DSM/IDC and who isn’t👏

* I know the DSM and the IDC are not everything and do not determine like the entire reality of possible disorders, saying from somebody who has a variant of EDS who’s this type of EDS doesn’t even have a diagnosed standard in the DSM/ICD, i’m well aware of this. But false memory syndrome is such a bullshit thing And is almost primarily used to shut down abuse survivors, so you know who has the standardized and this medically recognizing and who isn’t. 

[reticent-fate]

[smilepilled]

actually tweaking my partner called me his twink im gonna KILL MYSELF out of love

[lindseymcdonaldseyelashes]

Las Vegas 1x20 - "The Strange Life of Bob" (2004)

[luukka]

Watching Hey Arnold! right now it's so good ??? Wtf I'm 22 and I'm mad invested into Patty and Harold, they are such cuties, and Helga- HELGA DAMN she's hilarious and adorable I love her, new fav character fr

[burningsolarsystem]

You know, for the longest time, I thought I didn't have any childhood amnesia.

Sure, sometimes my siblings would tell a memory, and I'd be like, "I don't remember that," or "That's a really vague memory, but I do vaguely remember." But I always shrugged it off because I figured I just had bad memory. I never thought I had childhood amnesia because of trauma or whatever because I have a decent amount of memories from my childhood. Maybe not a lot, and most are hard to remember if I'm not actively being reminded of them or thinking about them, but I have them. I do remember my childhood.

Sometimes, I'd question if something was wrong because I don't remember how old I was when things happened. So it always confused me when people would be like, "I was eight when..." etc, because I have no clue how old I was. But I just figured either they are guessing, or I just had a bad memory. That was always my excuse, I just have a bad memory.

It took a random English writing exercise to really shake my denial.

We were talking about how the usual portrayal of a plot mountain isn't accurate and that most stories won't follow the stereotypical plot outlines you've been taught. She then had us draw our own plot mountains based of our lives. It was a simple five minute exercise, not graded or anything special. I didn't think anything about it.

Until I sat there with my pencil on the paper as a good minute passed. I knew the moments that would define my plot mountain. I knew which ones would be taller and which would be shorter. I knew all that. But I had no clue what order they went in.

So not only do I have no clue how old I was, I don't even know at all when it happened. I couldn’t tell you which came first or which came later. If the memories didn't happen at distinctly different periods of time, I don't know what order they were in.

Towards the end of the time limit, I just guessed. She wasn't the type to force us to share, and it was personal, so she wasn't likely to grade it anyway. It didn't matter. Yet I stared at my notebook on the verge of a breakdown because I didn't know.

She explained the assignment so simply. She talked as if I should know. No one questioned it outwardly, so if they did question it, it was in their head. Which means that it's considered normal. Which means that, it seems, I should know the order of events in my life.

And as I questioned, the more I realized. The fact that I don't know how old I was. That I don't know the order. That most of my memories have little to no emotion attached to them, most of which I only feel now about them because I don't really remember how I felt. How most of my memories feel like I'm remembering them through a screen and that they happened to someone else. And that most of my memories have no detail. When I try to think of details, like how things and people looked, it's filled in with memories of now. I have no clues of when something happened because I can't remember how most things looked except for how it currently looks.

So yeah, guess my "bad memory" is worse than I thought.

And I'm probably a lot more traumatized than I give myself credit for.

[nurseydexunsolved]

“you are poseidon’s son”

“i am SALLY JACKSON’S son!”

THATS MY MAMAS BOYYYY thats my baby percy right there