#amnesia verse

[emma-whoisleft]

AU: Amnesia Verse | this is the last time you tell me I've got it wrong | secret dating era

I need a personal day, is what Emma told the office that morning.

She could have said I have a 101 degree fever or I can't keep down solid foods or even, just plainly: I'm under the weather and need a sick day. But Emma preferred the straightforward simplicity of a personal day.

That way, if anyone asked what she'd been up to, she was well within her rights to fix them with a cold stare and say: That's personal.

Her runny red nose, bloodshot eyes, and spiking fever were high on her list of blame. But even feverish as she was, even Emma couldn't deny—try though she had—that her pride was the number one thing keeping her home today. So allergic to pity and perceived weaknesses as she was, Emma didn't want to be seen at less than her best. Especially not at work.

Also? She was fucking freezing.

No, that's not right. Maybe she was warm?

Suddenly, actually, she was sweltering.

With a little groan of frustration, Emma kicked her blankets away. Then landed on the floor in front of the couch—her throne for the day, surrounded by newspapers that she couldn't read because of her headache and the singular, pathetic sleeve of saltines she intermittently tried to make herself want. They were the only food to be found in her kitchen.

Apparently, it wasn't just the flat's decor—even the contents of the cupboards were minimalist bordering on sterile. Everything there was nice. The countertops were nice and the neighborhood was nice and the decor was nice. It had all the charm of a hotel suite.

Even if she had been properly living in it—that is, if she hadn't spent the previous long weekend escaping with (and to) Davey, the place still would not look properly lived in.

Plus, Davey's place had a telephone. Emma was in no such luck; had never had the inclination nor need to get one of her own. She'd never even given it a second thought. That just made it all the more devastating to discover that the half-stale saltines were her one and only option, besides venturing into the outside world—which wasn't an option at all.

Two mornings ago, Emma woke up in Davey's bed. She'd lingered until the morning threatened to become the afternoon; indulged in breakfast a la Davéy and split the Sunday newspaper with him.

She had been heading out the door with her usual mantra on her lips—this is the last time—when Davey rolled his eyes and just...kissed her. Kissed her recklessly, and well, and in a way that would be difficult to forget even if she wanted to.

Increasingly, she found she didn't want to. Forget, that is.

In fact, it had been the only thing she could think about—until the onslaught of stuffiness and phlegm and puffy eyes swept in. At least it made for an effective distraction. Can't think about Davey when I'm too sick to think about anything.

They hadn't spoken since she left his apartment. She'd been off the grid for the bank holiday yesterday—scheduled to meet Lucinda for a long and boozy lunch, but relegated instead to feeling more and more ill by the hour.

After a fitful night of "sleep" and her early-morning notice to Hamish that she'd be out for capital-p Personal, capital-p Private reasons (not that he'd pressed her for details), now here she was. In her barebones flat, caught in a coughing fit, with no Chinese food and no access to her work and —

Emma looked up, confused and a little skeptical, when she heard a knock at the door.

Was it possible that she...magically willed a food delivery? Was she just so feverish that she was straight-up hallucinating now?

Slowly, Emma peeled herself off the couch and made her way over to the door. Everything ached, even though she was wearing the single most comfortable items of clothing to be found in her drawers: a canary yellow Hufflepuff Quidditch jersey, a pair of winter socks, end of list. She didn't even want to know what her hair looked like.

Finally reaching the door (it had been years, she'd swear it), Emma lifted up the peephole to see what awaited in the hallway. Blinking with surprise, Emma was already reaching to unlock the chain when she realized it was Davey. Not just Davey, but Davey looking......moderately to severely put out about something.

Was work even over for the day? No chance. A quick glance at the clock on the wall confirmed her suspicion; it was three in the afternoon, too late for lunch and too early to be finished.

"Davey? Hello," Emma said as she finally managed to get the door unlocked. She squinted against the harsh corridor lighing, searching Davey's unfamiliar expression for any clues. "Is there some sort of DOMGAS emergency I should be bracing for?"

@savingdavey

[theangrypomeranian]

Summary:

“So we got married for money.” Honestly, that did sound like something she would do. Still, it was hard to believe, and she opened her mouth to call him out on his bullshit– But he rubbed her finger again and when she glanced down she saw the ring on it. It was simple, a gold band with a small diamond that gleamed brightly. If she’d ever cared about that kind of thing, this was definitely the kind of ring she would have chosen to wear. “Oh my god,” she breathed, her eyes going wide as she looked up at him. “This…this is all real, isn’t it?” He nodded, and her entire world came crumbling down around her as she realized she could deny it no longer. She really did have amnesia. . . . or: Louise wakes up out of a coma missing memories from the last fives years of her life - including her marriage to her best friend Regular-Sized Rudy. Written for @roudiseshipweek 2024. Title from Die With a Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga.

Read the rest of chapter 1 here.

[lebuc]

amnesia

* i can make you forget the sins of your past;

the anguish, regret & isolation which followed,

but, i can't recollect where i left my guide & potions;

if only i could remember when i last used them & where i was to pull off such a feat, undisturbed. *

perhaps it was at the Palladium post-concert, after we hid in a vendor's cove before the obligatory morning-after tidying

then again, i seem to have a slight problem - i can't tell you what i did, for sure

once we set foot on the stage sans spotlights, aided by only the light from the two candles i used -

part of the ceremony, egging on the radiant half-moon to host the occasion;

last i recall, you were to be my safety valve in case things went sideways

& my recapitulation didn't go as planned. *

so how was it that i ended up opening my eyes hearing you in the kitchen the next dawn, at your place -

feeling 10 years younger & at least 20 pounds lighter even before i arose for a morning stretch?

i'm assuming it worked - cause i feel great - better than i've felt for years;

my soul has never felt so bouyant, mind so unburdened, heart approaching glee - or at least unsanguine for a change. *

now - I can do the same for you, too - if only i could just remember where i put… * 8/24 - lebuc - amnesia

[berryberrytaeberry]

Giving kudos to myself for making my depressing ass Lan Zhan spotify playlist entitled ✨️Thirteen Years✨️ because I have been doing The Not Good™️ because of work, and the playlist really do get me through the morning

[leonanette]

I have a new fic! And, it's my first dabble in A/B/O so please be gentle.

Summary:

Seven years ago, Lucerys Velaryon and Aemond Targaryen flew into a storm above Shipbreaker Bay. No one has seen them or their dragons since that night. No one even knows if they are alive or dead.

But, sightings of Lucerys' dragon in the Stormlands has given Queen Rhaenyra hope. She sends out dragonriders to track him down and, by extension, find Lucerys and perhaps Aemond too. When Daemon finds Arrax and follows his trail, he finds a strange island and, on that island, he makes an incredible discovery.

Fic details:

Relationship: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra)Daemon Targaryen, Vhagar | Visenya Targaryen's Dragon, Arrax | Lucerys Velaryon's Dragon, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Amnesia, Amnesiac Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Amnesiac Aemond Targaryen, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Omega Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Both of them have amnesia, Is it dub-con if both of them have amnesia?, I'll add the dub-con tag anyway just to be safe, AU, Aged-Up Character(s), No Dance of the Dragons | War For Succession Between Aegon II and Rhaenyra Targaryen Never Happens, Mildly Dubious Consent

[melien]

Bonus Kyle!

He was my favourite sim in 2016🥺 I think about him from time to time.

[storiesofthenight]

@enduringmystery send: ✍️ [Aemond] [X]

"Sorry ... I know I should recognise you. Yet these chambers which they've told me are mine, do not even feel familiar. Are we important to each other?" Aemond asked, seated in of the chairs in his chambers where he had been staring at a book he was supposed to like, trying to remember it.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hello! What happens next in Honey and Dick's story?

"Honey don't you dare," Dick yelped, feeling his heart jump up into his throat when you were going to hop out of the back of your truck.

Only to feel himself feel his pulse pound in his ears when you hop down anyway, going to get the moving dolly to empty out the inventory you'd just bought. "Jesus christ," he breathed, rushing to help you.

"Dick I'm fine-"

"Honey," he protested, "Don't do that. You're gonna get hurt-"

"I didn't put the things in the truck," you tell him. "And I was gonna let you take it out-"

"So what were you doing in the back?" he challenged, kissing the side of your head.

"Taking the rachet ties off," you tell him. "And checking to make sure the mirror didn't crack."

"Promise?" he asked, sliding a hand down to your waist, pulling you closer.

"Stubborn not stupid," you remind, kissing his jaw.

"Do me a favor, huh?" he asked, kissing your nose.

You hum and snuggle into his arms and he hugged you tighter. "Go do something you can do sitting down? Take a little break while I unload the truck?"

"Dick-"

"Give me peace of mind," he chuckled. "I almost had a heart attack when I saw you jump off the tailgate."

[sobethepolishpanna-blog]

Evanescence - First Draft

I conceive; I deceive

I destroy; I employ

facets of my fancy

soon become my ante

Dictates, beliefs: agents of change

ever arranging that fleeting exchange.

Shaping what fades, with every breath—

I rail and I wail, as vultures prevail

Desperate, I search for my self

yearning to quantize the inside

logging my faults, stride after stride

certain that all will settle in time

I pace through the quarry,

curious to find my quarry

beneath all that gray rock,

I will uncover who they mock.

shoveling away, I catch a familiar sheen

I wince as I realize: two gray stones, fit for a queen;

as I dust off, her glacial gaze devours mine.

hateful, disdainful; a spirit cold as rime

How could she dare stake her claim?

how could she dare refuse our change?

how is it she always remains,

no matter what form I gain?

I dug this quarry, I wrought these stones;

and under them, I resolved she must lie

At long last, I will atone—

Oh lord, why won't she die!

So, I cloak my past in gloom and shadow

ill-lit by tragedy and awkward normality

yesterday now lost, and with it, the me of yester—

I dare look, and yet still, I only see her fester

A misshapen husk, desperate for form—

dysmorphic, dysphoric; she's nothing more!

wearing dead norms as secondhand wear,

she lives vicariously, stalking me there.

we conceive; we deceive

we destroy; we employ

facets of our fancy

soon become our ante

We wonder who we were,

We wonder what we've been,

We wonder what we wanted

Or was it that we were wanted?

Others feel constant, we, variable;

as we oscillate through identity,

we reach for the next parable;

yearning for certainty.

Without compass, nor astrolabe

blind in a cave, seeking affirmation

to guide our way, groping clumsily

as we stumble through our past

a quarter-century experiment,

Of our awful impairment—

a foolhardy case study;

a girl desperate to be left ruddy.

Left adrift, without scaffold.

The self, constantly baffled—

so alone, we consign ourselves

to long, forgotten shelves.

A story best left unread,

a tale, sadly, preserved

within a grimoire most grave,

our fears we have engraved.

Every helping hand proffers new fear,

every leech becomes a welcome treat,

ready for slaughter, willing meat

We can't help but feel a bit queer.

Where did she go, why did he forget;

why must we relive our mistakes

damned to cycle, from low to high

on the whims of a mayfly

Like a deer in headlights;

we sink into ourselves

and see endless reflection,

forms of variegated inflection

forms past, yet foreign—

a decrepit warren;

of the "us" we've feared,

and of "us" we've forgotten.

we can't help but separate,

can't help but dissociate;

can't help but isolate;

can't help but flagellate

We pierce the hooks into our flesh,

become the butchers marionette;

We dance as we were made

until at last, out we are laid.

Did we seek to be forgot?

We promised we were worth the lot.

So soon have we awakened—

to be left, forever to rot.

Please, another evening—

we'll be whole again;

Don't let it take us—

please don't forget us.

A flower without soil.

A work without toil.

A flame without oil.

Another creature from which we recoil.

it conceives; it deceives

it destroys; it employs

a facet of its fancy

a victim of sycophancy

no more

[gleek-runner]

I miss dghda so much, the demons in my head want a honkai crossover

[theangrypomeranian]

Summary:

“Roo, I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be completely honest with me.” “What is it?” he asked, swallowing as his expression became apprehensive. Both of her hands gripped his wrists as she looked him in the eye and asked what felt like the single most important question in her life: “Do you love me?” For what felt like ages they just stood there staring at each other. Then, slowly but surely, Rudy nodded. “Yes. I love you, Louise. I’m in love with you.” It felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and her mouth turned up in a wide grin as she gazed up at him with so much adoration it made her chest ache. “I love you too, Rudy.” Then her smile became melancholic. “Even if I don’t remember falling in love with you.” The stunned look on his face nearly did her in. Then it morphed into a huge smile as he tugged her closer. “Yeah?” She nodded, her thumbs stroking over his prominent wrist bones. “Yeah. I have no idea if I’ll ever get my memories back but I want to be your wife again, Rudy. I want this. I want you.”

Read the rest here.

part of @roudiseshipweek 2024

[psychxpxthic]

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 other outfits for Edgar that I could see him wearing in my Amnesia!Verse, and thought it'd be fun to include @ofxfiercexfemales's Susan Storm due to our thread we have going on that I been having real fun with

[normaltothemax]

My muse is in a coma, yours waits for them to wake "Always by your side" [-sets bucky down to stand guard keep clint company-]

Bucky’s reading a book.

Bucky’s…hang on…something’s…

What’s going on? Where is he? Why does his mouth feel like the fucking Sahara? He opens it to speak, but no words come out. That apparently doesn’t matter, though, because Bucky’s looking at him. Bucky’s saying something, but Clint can’t hear what—why can’t he hear him? He feels like he should know the answer to that—or focus on his mouth long enough to read his lips.

And suddenly more people are here and Clint panics just a little. He doesn’t know where he is or who they are or what they want or what’s going on. What he does know is that he doesn’t want to be here. He wants to get away, get away, get away. And he tries. He really does. But his movements are sloppy and sluggish and he’s pretty sure the stinging in his knuckles means he just popped someone who got too close and tried to stop him in the jaw and now his arms are being held down and he still doesn’t know what’s going on but he doesn’t want to be here.

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[valleydreamt]

@musesofthesun // ✧ CONTINUED.

⋆ The room is big; spaces between the shelves of books big enough to not feel cramped in the room; Maelie has heard a little about her journey, after all-- and she's semi-aware that libraries are a little scary for her in the wrong conditions ( there is no mirror in the room; a decision Maelie decided on when refurbishing the room after hearing Haru explain what she and Yui went through ). She gives her a comforting smile as her index finger hooks on a version of The Little Mermaid; a book she had illustrated herself with input from the three people in the valley that had experienced it ( which does remind her… how did Ursula survive that fight, anyways..? Nevermind, focus for now... ). Her eyes notice how she scratches at her teeth-- and Maelie gives a little smile as she draws the book out of its place. She could understand the embarrassment about not reading well-- Yui may not admit to it, but Maelie has noticed that she tends to be a perfectionist in her more studious habits.

⋆ ❝ I made a lot of treats for you to test your teeth on if they're itchy, ❞ she starts, hand moving the book to her other arm, her hand returns to the shelf, pointing carefully at each spine's title before she pulls out a copy of The Sword in The Stone and Frozen, as well, the three books stacked in her arms before she finishes and turns to her fully, ❝ it's okay if you struggle, Yui. That's part of growing and learning, y'know? ❞ She explains, a gentle smile on her face as she looks down at her; Noel was the same, before… the incident. But even now, they do still have difficulties when languages due to their upbringing and with the added merging with the Forgetting. At Yui's point, she pauses, and chuckles sheepishly, scratching her cheek with her free hand.

⋆ ❝ I actually made these books myself with the permission of the people in the Valley. They agreed that if there's someone new to the valley or if I start forgetting again, I could record their experiences and stories from before and during their time in here. ❞ She explains, ❝ You don't have to worry-- these books were made with their express permission-- um, I'm no artist, of course… but I did the drawings myself with their directions. ❞ She adds, she doesn't seem upset at all at Yui saying it-- she could understand her point, after all, ❝ But I know they'll appreciate you respecting their privacy, Yui. They're all-- ❞ a pause, ❝ --most of them are very nice, besides the… three broody ones, y'know, Scar, Ursula and Gothel. ❞ She states, she can't really say much on Gaston, considering how he's well-meaning but very egotistic ( and not very smart ), ❝ There's other books if you wish to look at anything else, though! ❞ A hand raises, and she taps a series of books made by a humourist doctor.

⋆ ❝ I got a lot to choose from! The choice is yours, Yui-- you're the first person to enter this room other than me, after all! ❞

[collaboratiiveanarchy]

//hi i'm not on my Twice blog but i'm thinking about his first day at work with Elsa's agency because of @variantia but I don't feel like switching blogs rn so...

He'd be so nervous of messing up and I feel he'd have like basic assistant jobs at first until he and Elsa find out where he fits and he's like "i'm good at math and computers and mechanics." but is like, so nervous and wanting to prove that he deserves this chance. He's making copies and asking if there's anything he can do to help and he's trying his best and apologizing at the smallest thing. He accidentally drops something and feels SO BAD.

I promise it takes a little bit for her to convince him because he's a big scary villain and he's like sure you recruited and rehabilitated villains but were they LOV big? What about the press giving her a hard time?? He's a mess I SWEAR, but once he gets comfortable and starts to warm up to everything!!!

Don't let him find something he's GOOD good at!! He gives 120%, Elsa's gonna have one of the best workers, one of the hardest workers. And a guard dog (not like she needs it). Like please, this 6 foot scary looking man just standing next to her, neutral expression but he LOOKS intimidating.

ASDFGHJKKL

[lurkinganon0-0]

You know what

*Wraps Lurking in bubble wrap*

Now you won't get into anymore accidents (hopefully)

-Tortoise anon

w- wha????

PFFFT-

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Bubble Wrap? HAHAHA!!