#and amnesiac

[doomfox]

No. Not this. Not again.

Please... not again.

Miles ran, scrambling  through the foliage of Emerald Hills, desperately attempting to escape his pursuers. Behind him, the sound of larger kids whooping and jeering followed, the little fox running to escape their torment. Tears leaked down his face, the kit snatching a glance back in the direction of the bullies...

A mistake. Miles yelped as he ran into something, falling back onto his rump with a squeak. Fearfully, he looked to find one of the bullies who had been chasing him, having split from the main group to cut him off.

“Well...” the older cub sneered, “looky what we found ‘ere!”

Miles shrank, ears pinning, twin tails wrapping around himself defensively as the other bully ran from the bushes behind him.“’ello there, freak!” the other cackled, muzzle split in a malicious grin, “where d’ya fink you’re goin’?”

“P... please...” Miles whimpered, paling beneath the jeers and sneers of the older children, “don’t hurt me...”

“’urt ya?” Bully 1, a fox known as Blunt, pinned his brows in mock confusion, “we ain’t gonna ‘urt ya!”

“Y... you aren’t?”

“Nah!” the second bully, Stump, leered as she towered over the smaller kit, “we jus’ wanna chat to ya!”

“Ch...” Miles stammered, confused. “Chat?”

“Yeah!” Blunt lowered to Miles’ level, grinning maliciously. “Y’see freak, we fink we can solve all yer problems!”

“You... can?”

“Sure!” Stump cackled, “maybe if we... pull one o’ ‘dose tails off, ya can be a normal kid like what we are!”

“What??”

“Yeah!” Blunt added, the two larger foxes now crowding the frightened kit, “So c’mere, freak! We’re gonna fix ya!”

“No!” Miles cowered, quivering in terror, “please!” The two larger cubs cackled and laughed as they grabbed at his tails, Miles desperately trying to curl into a ball to protect himself. “Help me!” He cried, tears dribbling from his eyes as he squeezed them shut, “somebody help me!!”

It was hopeless. Nobody would. Nobody ever did. Why would they help a mutant freak like him?

WHOOSH.

Miles remained curled, shaking, as the shockwave of something very fast roared by.

“What the...”

Miles opened an eye. He twitched an ear to what sounded like... jets?

“What da bleedin’ ‘eck is dat???”

Curiosity driving him, Miles unfurled and opened his eyes to investigate what had spooked the older kids.

He gasped. His eyes went wide. Floating above them, suspended on some kind of propulsion system... a gleaming blue, hedgehog-shaped machine hovered. It glowered down at the trio of foxes with glowing red optics, head cocking to on side with the whirr of mechanics, optics locking on the two who still stood.

“WHA’ IS DAT FING??”

“WHO CARES??? LEG IT!!!!”

And with that, Blunt and Stump scurried away back into the brush, screaming at the top of their lungs about killer robots.

Miles remained still. He stared up at the machine, fascinated. It looked back to him, stared for a moment... then turned and boosted away, apparently losing interest.

“Wait!” Miles scrambled to his feet, already scampering after the machine, “wait! Come back!” He  ran, pumping his little legs as hard as he could. The machine didn’t appear to be moving at full speed, more cruising than anything, but it ignored him all the same. “Wait!” Miles ran harder, faster, breathing heavily. His tails began moving, of heir own accord, beginning to twist and wind with a power he never displayed in front of anyone. His feet left the ground, toes skimming over the grass... and he flew, clenching his fists as he pushed himself to catch up with the machine.

Soon he found himself matching its pace, the robot still oblivious to his presence as it cruised through the air. “Hey!” Miles squeaked, waving as it snapped its head to face him. “Hi!” It stared at him a moment, released a squirt of static, and increased its pace. Miles watched it go and responded in kind, rocketing after the thing with arms at his sides like aeroplane wings.

They repeated the process. The machine noted his presence, flew faster in irritation, and Miles made chase. He pushed himself, flying faster than he ever had, his tails aching with the effort but the little fox keeping on regardless. Soon they were moving at crazy speeds, the grass beneath them parting with twin slipstreams.

Then, as quickly as it had accelerated away, the machine hit the brakes. Miles slowed too, banking around to reverse his course and join the robot where it planted into the grass on red-painted feet. He gaped as he approached it, inspecting its gleaming blue form with fascinated eyes.

“QUERY.” Miles jumped as it spoke, synthetic vocals flat and direct. “EXPLAIN INTENTION OF PURSUIT.”

Miles blinked. “Huh?”

“REPEAT QUERY.” It lowered its visor, imitating a scowl of irritation. “EXPLAIN INTENTION OF PRUSUIT.”

“You mean...” Miles squeaked, “why am I following you?”

“AFFIRMATIVE.”

“Because... because you saved me from those bullies!”

The head cocked with a whir. “PREVIOUSLY ENCOUNTERED ORGANICS WERE IN THIS UNIT’S FLIGHT PATH.”

“Well, yeah...” Miles’ ears drooped and he fumbled with his tails, “but still! They were real mean and they hurt me all the time and make fun of me and... and I just wanted to say thanks!”

It stared blankly. “GRATITUDE IS UNNCESSARY. THIS UNIT HAS NO INTEREST IN THE AFFAIRS OF ORGANICS.”

“Wait! Don’t go!” Miles pleaded as the machine made to move past him. “You’re a robot, right??”

The machine paused, head swivelling to scowl at him. “AFFIRMATIVE. EXPLAIN PURPOSE OF QUERY.”

“Well, I love machines!” Miles squeaked, little teeth baring as he grinned at the thing, “And you’re the coolest thing I’ve EVER seen!” His nose twitched, ears pricking as he inspected the machine again. “My name’s Miles! Miles Prower! Do you have a name?”

The machine paused, red optics now scanning side-to-side as it processed. “UNIT DESIGNATION... PROCESSING. UNIT DESIGNATION... METAL... METAL... FURTHER INFORMATION UNAVAILABLE.”

Miles cocked his head quizzically. “You don’t remember?”

“... NEGATIVE. MEMORY BANKS DEPLETED.”

“That’s alright!” Miles replied with a grin, “we can just call you ‘Metal’ for now!”

“... AFFIRMATIVE. LOGGING NEW DESIGNATION. UNIT DESIGNATION ‘METAL’ ASSIGNED.”

“So cool...” Miles whispered, watching as ‘Metal’ appeared to inspect itself with confusion. “Where did you come from? Are you the only one of your kind??” His tails began wagging profusely once again, the little fox kit hopping in place with excitement. “Are you on a mission?? Are you from the FUTURE???”

The machine recoiled slightly, red optics tracking the little fox as he hopped around. “UNIT ORIGIN UNKNOWN. UNIT FUNCTION... UNKNOWN. CURRENT PRIORITY: LOCATE MEANS OF MAINTENANCE AND RECHARGE. NO OTHER OBJECTIVES AT THIS TIME.”

“Ooh! Ooh! I can help!” Miles beamed, suddenly excited to be helpful, “I build lotsa stuff! I can help you find a way to fix yourself! And recharge!”

Metal cocked its head. “NEGATIVE. ASSITANCE IS NOT REQUIRED.” It turned and fired up its engine, preparing to leave once again. “CEASE PURSUIT.”

“Wait! Don’t leave!” Miles watched as Metal launched itself into the air, propulsion systems in its hands and feet assisting its main turbine engine as it began to accelerate away. “I wanna be friends! Come back!” The little fox jumped into the air himself, tails whirling rapidly. He grinned as he flew after his new friend, the pair becoming twins streaks of blue and yellow. It appeared Miles Prower was not yet ready to cease his pursuit of this strange, lost machine.

[dikdikpronouncedxylophone]

The most terrifying part of having memory issues is when you can feel something from 5 seconds ago be thrown out the window and there's an empty hole where it once was. You remember that you forgot something.

[isawken]

2024 gonna be my year fr

[shewhowillwrite]

Dead on Main AU Prompt Fic

Edit: i use @shewhowillrise

The Justice League was choosing their head engineer. They had a few contenders. One being the top student in engineering at Gotham University, even has a scholarship through Jason Wayne’s Scholarship for Underperforming Students. Bruce Wayne has started it after adopting Jason and seeing how smart he was but also how much he struggled in school.

Daniel Fenton lived on the same street as the Monarch Theatre, the same street he found Jason.

Batman couldn’t help but think Daniel was what Jason could have been if he was able to finish school and head off too college.

Batman knocked on the apartment door, not at all surprised at how fast it opened. When setting up the meeting, he could hear the excitement over the phone.

“Hello Batman Sir!” Daniel greeted, holding out a hand. He had a strong firm grip, reminded him of Clark’s. Possibly a meta, which is a plus. With what the kid might encounter while building or making repairs, a meta gene would be good to have, especially strength.

And over the meeting Batman fell more and more in love with the kid’s enthusiasm. Without the guarantee of the job, the kid was ready to give some ideas (that would amazing) incase the League would need them.

The meeting was supposed to be an hour but soon he noticed that the sun was low.

Batman sat up straighter upon hearing a key turn in the lock.

“Oh that’s my partner, sorry, I would I have warned you but I didn’t realize the meeting was going to be this long,” Danny (only creepy billionaires call me Daniel) said, which Batman also noted that he tried his best not to blame Batman for going over the allotted time. Kid’s respectful too.

“Hey Stardust how’d the meeting I’m not supposed to know about go? I’m sure whatever words you stumbled over the Bat didn’t hold it against you for being nerv-” the disembodied voice walks into the dining room, and freezes in surprise before collecting himself, an easy smile going on his face while wiping grease stained hands on his grease stained jeans and stuck one out to shake.

“Hi, I’m Jaylad Peters,” he says but Batman doesn’t take the hand offered. He doesn’t react at all.

In front of him is his baby boy, the one that died in his arms, the one he buried in Gotham Cemetery, near Thomas and Martha. His Jason.

[samglyph]

I may be an Arthur enjoyer however i am always thinking about Yellow. Artie get it together.

[bet-on-me-13]

Amity is a Dimensional Dump

So! Amity Park is a hub of weirdness of all sorts, mostly undead, but there are also a bunch of Multiversal oddities connected to the small town.

There are the minor anomalies. 5th Street has a bad habit of slipping into the Backrooms, Old Lady Jenkin's House sometimes has snow in summer, and of course the Night Sky had a 20% chance of swapping views to another Galaxy. Danny likes that one a lot.

But the biggest Anomaly is how many Multiversal Travellers get lost there.

They are always finding somebody wandering the streets with no idea where they are, and have to help them find their reality of origin. Other times they decide to stay for various reasons, ranging from a bad home life to being the only survivors of a Dead Universe. Half of the population if Amity was made up of the descendants of Lost Travelers, so their DNA was really a mixed bag.

Danny was flying over town when he spotted a Blur on the ground below.

He flew down to intercept, and found a boy in red and yellow panicking over his situation.

"Hey! Can I help you?" He called out.

The boy looked up, and gasped "Are you a Hero? I need help getting back to the Justice League!"

Danny chuckled, "Which one?"

The boy looked confused, "The Adult One? I guess?"

"Not what I meant, sorry. I mean, which Dimension are you from?" He clarified.

"Dimensions? What is going on!?" He shouted.

"Okay, let's calm down and restart. My name is Danny, who are you?" He introduced himself.

The boy took a deep breath, calming himself, before saying, "Okay, my name is Kid Flash, but you can just call me Wally."

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[bloobydabloob]

About isolation

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[ruporas]

please be true

[ID: Digital Trigun Stampede fanart of Vash and Wolfwood cradling each other. Vash is facing the viewer with his face buried in Wolfwood's shoulder, one hand grabbing at Wolfwood's neck and the other grabbing his arm. Wolfwood is facing away from the viewer and is slightly leaned away, one arm wrapping around to Vash's back, but his hand is hovering, not touching. The background is black with white and red confetti-like and petal-like shapes falling around them. ID END] ID CREDIT

[gelatinepride]

Itty bitty amnesiac!bill comic even tho I've never done something like this before I started this to get the idea out of my head and finished it just to prove to myself I could

if you notice anything, no you don't

[pedulum-chronometry]

So far I don’t think I’ve seen anyone talking about this…. But Niko is implied to be Sedna come onto land for a mortal life or maybe some sort of physical incarnation of her.

Like at first I thought it was just a narrative parallel, you know, both the young girls with recently dead fathers but that igloo scene at the very end just smashed me over the head. She isn’t like her; she is her.

I went back to rewatch some scenes for reasons and guess who is inexplicably afraid of the stormy weather? Guess who avoids the father murdering his daughter case after learning he likely chopped them to pieces? Guess who observes Mick the walrus looking for sea glass after easily finding the red glass needed to find the washerwoman? Guess who spend the entire series wearing fingerless fucking gloves?

Even the story of Sedna- told through monochrome!? like a certain other monochromatic character- shows a dark haired girl become a white haired goddess. I just….

And her mom also might be the 002 boss woman we see give the boys an exception at the end?? She has such a reaction to her name, she can’t NOT know Niko. And at the end we see the dandelion sprites in the igloo no longer needing a jar to contain them. We see FULL gloves on the monochromatically dressed igloo occupant holding the good luck charm that Niko dies with? Like if she isn’t Sedna then she sure as shit won her favor somehow

TLDR me RN:

[fisherrprince]

showing my little brother things he’s never seen before aka I saw this and ran

[nenoname]

casual mr mystery my beloved

[oliverr-gardenn]

friendly reminder that being around bhaalspawn triggers fight or flight so everyone at camp probably felt like they were on the verge of an anxiety attack whenever durge was around and they had no idea why

[waspgrave]

Art hasn’t been making me feel bad lately so I’m appreciating my ocs