#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

[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

[norcumii]

So anyone recall Hard Reset? That fic where Ahsoka pops Darth Vader upside the head, giving him amnesia so she’s suddenly dealing with Anakin, who doesn’t recall anything past killing Dooku?

Happy Leap Day! Have an update! :D

Mind the warnings, and tags have been updated.

A sample for everyone’s amusement!

"I had a lot of time to think,” Anakin tries again, resolutely still not thinking about Leia because he would rather face the entire Imperial Army single-handedly than deal with All That, “and I think I have a way to help the Rebellion. Like, a lot.” “Well, I’m not going to say no to that, but you know most of your immediate intel is probably outdated by now,” Ahsoka says, crossing her arms and looking skeptical. “Yeah, but I was following the interdepartmental mail threads on all the nitty gritty of the – okay, quick question. How much does Rebellion Intelligence know about Operation Stardust?”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Pls pls pls do more pregnant!honey ❤️❤️

"Okay," you groan, laughing slightly as you try and adjust, pinned in place by your swelling stomach and Dick's head resting on it, "You can't both be pushing on my bladder."

Dick Chuckled and lifted his head up, letting you adjust a little before carefully laying his head back down, moving his arms to bracket your hips and support most of his weight- belatedly realizing that even if you didn't mind him cuddling your belly, it probably wasn't always very comfortable to have him sprawling out on you. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling the stomach he was laying on.

"A little- Still have to pee now." You groan and struggle to sit up, "Help-"

Dick snorted but was up and moving before you even had time to realize you needed help, pulling you to your feet carefully. Hands coming to your waist to make sure you were steady on your feet in a couple fluid motions before he stole a kiss. "You hungry, babe?" he asked your retreating back frowning slightly when he checked the clock. "It was getting a little late.

The only answer was the bathroom door shutting and he snorted, "Priorities."

When you returned, stretching your back and yawning, Dick smiled softly, "Tired?"

"Mostly. A little sore," you hum, letting him help you back onto the couch.

"Hungry?" he asked. "You didn't eat much-"

"I think I ate about half my body weight in chips and guac," you snort, "We're fine."

"That's not a meal," he scolded, without any real heat as he sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms for a cuddle.

"And that was before there were tacos," you snort.

"You're gonna turn into a taco," Dick chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

"Or a bag of caramel corn-"

"Or that," he agreed, resting a hand on your stomach and making a mental note to check and make sure there was caramel corn in the pantry for you before he left for the auction tomorrow.

[melien]

Bonus Kyle!

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

[foxballad]

Confusion is everything she could feel at the moment      ;     that and a strange hollow sensation like something has been taken away from her. She remembered her name, Evangeline; and she was looking for something      —     for someone inside these woods. But what was she looking for ?  Where is she ?  Who is @dryadologist ?  What was taken from her ?  There are so many questions to be answered and her head hurts because of it.

“ I . . .  ”    Evangeline tried to say something but with her head hurting, the world around her started to spin. The rose gold-haired girl had to sit on the nearest chair as she waited for her eyes to focus again.    “ I was looking for— I had to tell someone . . . but I don’t remember. ”    Evangeline finally said.    “ Who are you ? ”

[squealformelittlepiggy]

Don't be a dick I'm just looking for information I have no interest in hanging out with some ugly piggy so just answer my question and you get on with your short existence no offense but you clearly have a short life ahead of you 10 or 15 years tops probably should try out a diet

Not to be rude but I have this letter telling me to find the fatest boy in town with the ugly sweater and i'm pretty sure its talking about you (amesia plot woo! He hasn't see scott since the graveyard scene btw)

Ay! Fuck yew! I'm not fat and my sweater is dope, it's Supreme. Now fuck off Scott, I don't have time for your gay little games.

[gleek-runner]

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

[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! ❞

[norcumii]

So anyone recall Hard Reset? That fic where Ahsoka pops Darth Vader upside the head, giving him amnesia so she’s suddenly dealing with Anakin, who doesn’t recall anything past killing Dooku?

It's back, with higher angst content than usual! (But hey, from a certain perspective, it's all uphill from here! :D)

Mind the warnings, and tags have been updated.

A sample for everyone’s amusement!

Anakin takes his time rising up to consciousness, bitterly aware of how luxurious it is to do so without overwhelming full-body pain. Sure, he aches some – like any of the light skirmishes during the war, but it’s nothing on the screaming perpetual burn he’s known for years. He remembers everything.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

something with Dick please, just some confort to the poor boy

"When is she due?" Bruce asked, watching Dick trying not to watch you too closely.

"End of June," Dick said, smiling a little.

"Do you know if-"

"It's a little too early to know if it's a boy or a girl," Dick said, fighting the urge to go and take a stack of plates out of your hands, "But they're both healthy so far."

"That's good," Bruce said sincerely. The thought of losing you had made Dick a mess the first time. If anything were to happen to you now it would probably destroy him. "If you need-"

"She and Sarah and the girls are already working on the nursery," Dick said. "And we're still trying to figure out what we're gonna do about the shop- I don't want her working two days after and hurting herself."

"You don't know the ins and outs?" Bruce asked, teasing a little. "After 5 years?"

"Yeah but-" He broke off, cheeks heating. He knew it was going to sound stupid but- he wanted to be with you. To help you take care of the baby. He didn't want to leave you alone, even if he was only 5 minutes away.

"I'll find a couple volunteers to come help," Bruce offered. "I'm sure Stephanie and Cass would help for some dinner and some baby cuddles."

"Probably," Dick snorted, looking to where they'd pulled you onto a squashy couch with them and were excitedly looking for clothes and baby toys to spoil the baby with while graciously allowing you to consult on colors and animals you liked.

[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