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i can only remember people/things/places/etc. exist when they are right in front of me. or if i have brain links that bring up old memories through associations.
when i see someone, i am reminded of their existence for during and a short time afterwards. but the longer time goes after they leave, the more those very recent memories (like from earlier same day) fade and feel less and less real.
this ties into how i have no sense of time, can't tell how long ago something is. and lack of awareness and perception.
after people leave, i go back fully into my own world. it is like i am almost the only person to exist, in my mind most of the time.
it takes so much constant work and effort and energy to pull myself out of my mind and internal world just enough to interact with someone. and i can only do it for a very short period of time. then i "clock out" or "shut down" again. my brain just won't stay open.
sometimes i wish that i could have both - be in my own safe world bubble in my mind, AND interact on a small level with other people. when i choose.
it doesn't really work like that, unfortunately. it clashes. the only way to interact at all is to force my brain to work on overdrive full speed everything all at once (never even successful). which makes system crash inevitably.
i can't have good words for this. i wish i could explain it better. this post is not clear.
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These two kids are Hamza (the oldest) and Qusai (the youngest).
Their mother shares this video and bids them goodbye. They were both killed by Israeli bombardment 5 days ago. She says:
[Two days before Hamza and Qusai were killed, hamza asked me: "mom, when we die, where will I go?" And I told him: "you will be a bird in heaven, my love." He said: "and Qusai?" "Just like you inshallah."
And indeed, two days later, he left and took his brother with him. It's like he was preparing me for saying goodbye to both of them. Heaven is more beautiful than any place on this Earth, habibi. We will meet and be reunited one day, me, your dad and you two].
Our kids don't deserve to die already thinking about what will happen to them, they don't deserve to die already terrified, anticipating their death because the world failed them and decided their lives mean nothing. We are not numbers. Remember their names and their stories.
#if any of you have information/ a story of a Palestinian live lost send it to me and i will share it too#we have to keep their memory alive with us#Palestinian lives#palestine#gaza#israel#important#current events#free palestine#ethnic cleansing#free gaza#gaza strip#gaza under attack#gaza under genocide#usa#america#joe biden#video#we are not numbers#free palestine 🇵🇸
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(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)
#dungeon meshi#aj art#chilchuck#chilchuck backstory stuff#sorta#comic#tw alchoholism#tw death#tw parent death#dont generally tag for death stuff but in this he straight up dies on screen so I thought I should#Uhh I think they all had extremely grim visions bc I think that’s sort of the nature of ghost attacks#I mean Laios’ was basically just him being like “I should’ve died no one would care if i died”#I think Marcille’s would be. Horrifying. Given all her baggage around death.#Tho iirc this would be before Falin’s backfired resurrection#But anyway the mentioning of his father got me thinking#Since at least judging by Laios’ vision#They focus on people who’s death you have baggage around#Especially since Falin wasn’t ever like. Dead dead.#And Chilchuck does mention his father multiple times#Specifically he mentions his death and how he died#Like it seems like that specifically is a notable memory for him#Like you never see him like “my dad taught me to do this”#It seems like he remembers his dad *for* his death#So I anyway I made an extremely grim comic about it#beabell
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Final Bug Fact:
The world NEEDS bugs. They keep the soil healthy, pollinate, control pests, and contribute to the worlds' ecosystem. By the end of the century, it is estimated 40% of insect species may go extinct due to habitat loss. Yes, that is very scary. But with even one beetle spared, one caterpillar rescued, and one Hollow Knight comic of all things, things will change. Because I know there's a lot more Dewi's out there than most people realize. Stay curious.
Thanks for going on this adventure with me. ♥︎
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I wanted to put here how amazing and sweet everyone has been with this comic. I finished a 75 page comic in 3 MONTHS. I am at a loss for words. That sounds crazy and it IS crazy. But man was it fun. Even on days were I wasn't able to draw due to fatigue or business, I loved working on it from start to finish. And guess what!? This is my first ever FINISHED comic :D I'm so proud of myself. I know there's some things I want to change and the art is wonky in most places...... but I'm content to let it be. What an amazing summer adventure!
I'm hoping to post the full comic on another Comic website. I may or may not edit some of the art ^w^ So I'll let y'all know when I release it.
Interested in learning what you could do to help your local insects? This is the basic stuff. Maybe make some Insect Hotels if you have the time!!! And never forget to spread the word about bugs. They need our help just as any animal on earth.
Still Here? Well you can look in the tags for little lore dumps if ur looking for stuff like that ;)
#dewi's adventures in hollow knight#thank you all for supporting this me and this comic. Truly. It means the world.#And we finally get to see Dewi's Dad! He has that iconic scar on his cheek Dewi told Hollow about.#(He got it from a Barbed wire accident as a kid. But he likes to try and convince Dewi it was from a Grizzly Bear)#Conifer almost had a heart attack from the “Map of the World” haha. His wife was beside herself#The bugs were terrified to meet his Dad. But it was kinda inevitable to have the encounter with the Beast if Dewi was in the picture.#So they sent out the only remaining heirs of the Pale King to make a Peace Agreement. It went as chaotic as you can expect.#Quirrel has taken a liking to the bugs outside Hallownest. He finds them very strange and interesting.#Also Hollow does not like the sun very much. It's brightness scares them.#I also like to think Dewi and humans null the effect of the Hallownest Bug's memories being erased when leaving the kingdom.#Makes it more fun ;)#art#my art#Hollow Knight#hollow knight au#Hollow Knight comic#Hollow Knight fanart#hollow knight hornet#the hollow knight#hollow knight ghost#hollow knight quirrel#hollow knight spoilers#hk spoilers#Also my “full name” dropped. I have it in some of my posts but i guess this is a little more known
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DC X DP - DeAged
The Nasty Burger explosion took a lot from Danny.
Stopping Dan meant nothing when Danny lost everything. His friends, his parents, his sister, his teacher - all gone. Danny, desperate to not become Dan, fled. He would not let Vlad destroy the only thing he had left; himself. He didn't turn human again if he could avoid it. Let Danny Fenton die with his family.
He did what he could, trying to keep it all together. Avoid Vlad. Catch havoc-wreaking ghosts. Try to not have a panic attack every time he saw his reflection. FentonWorks became out-of-bounds. No one was sure how to turn off the portal or any of the house's defence mechanisms so it was taped up instead.
Danny kept the GIW away. They wanted his parents' research, even if they had to bend the law to get it. Danny would not let them have it. Never.
But the GIW was persistent and Danny weak from nearly two months of being Phantom and nothing else. He was so tired. Tired from grieving, from fighting, from wandering around, completely lost and alone.
The GIW got a lucky shot in. Danny went down. He woke up, still ghost, somewhere white. He'd trained himself not to have to turn back. He was grateful he did.
The GIW studied him. Danny did not have the energy to fight back. The will to survive. Curled up in his cell, bloody and becoming less human with every passing day, Clockwork finally intervened.
He could not let the future High King wither away into nothing.
With Nocturn's help, he whisked him away. His world was dying anyway. With no one to maintain the portal, it would soon overload and explode. The radiation would kill all life on Earth, leaving nothing behind, and taking with it the potential for new life. One world among infinite realities meant nothing. But Danny, as High King, is a singularity. A unique existence, only found in one reality. Clockwork, for the sake of everything that lives and dies, could not let Danny fade away.
Danny slept at the Far Frozen, dreaming of his family, his friends, and the stars he would one day rule over. He healed, wounds knitting together into scars and fractured core slowly, ever so slowly, repairing itself. A future Ancient, bound to protect all that is and will be, was bound to be very badly hurt from such a loss.
Clockwork only wished he could have done more, but to remove Danny too early would have spelt disaster worse than the deaths of billions. This boy would someday be someone he'd proudly call his grandson. Seeing that future alone was enough to make his own core ache for the young one.
The Infinite Realms wept for its child, still but a babe yet having suffered so much. It embraced its future King, blessing him with its loyalty and adoration. The ghosts of the realms, spread far and wide over distant realities, timelines and worlds, felt the loss too.
Danny healed, unaware of how loved and precious he was to so many - how far he was from alone. The dead's sudden quiet unsettled many. Enemies froze in the silent mourning, animosity forgotten. Raging wars came to abrupt ends. So many, unable to bear the ever-reaching, unidentifiable pain in the air killed themselves. Good, kind people cried alone.
Magic users, like Constantine and Zatanna, hid, waiting out the Infinite Realm's despair for its child. No one spoke of it, for fear of disrespecting the dimension between dimensions. But they hid, and they waited, and they couldn't help but worry for themselves and everything and everyone else.
Danny got a lot of visitors. Ancients, regular ghosts, crowded around his bed, gifting him blessings and support. Danny slept, he healed, and his world died, taking with it all he'd known. He wouldn't remember or know of any of this when he woke - even the memories of his pleasant dreams will have left him. He'll awaken and think himself entirely alone.
But he'll know, someday.
Clockwork will make sure of it.
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Danny doesn't know where he is or who he is.
He has a vague idea. His name. His life and his death. But so much is so distant, like impressions on sand, washed away by the ocean. He knows he should be bigger. He knows this isn't home. He knows there is no home anymore.
He knows there are people he misses, but he doesn't know who they are or where they've gone. He knows so little yet so much. White walls and orange hair, green (toxic, writhing green) and hazmat suits, white and black and orange and blue. Expensive, Packers-branded cologne, burning flesh, the scream of an alarm and laughter and fear and hope and love and pain and loss. Disjointed flashes, snippets of another life.
And this isn't familiar - this city and these people. These crowded, filthy streets aren't home, but there's no home anymore so of course they aren't. And maybe Danny should be afraid. He doesn't know where he is, or how he got here. There are people, so tall, walking around him not sparing him a glance. It's loud and smelly and so much to process all at once.
But Danny doesn't care because he's so tired, and he wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the day away. But he doesn't have a home, so obviously he doesn't have a bed either. He looks around for somewhere else to sleep, rubbing at his chest subconsciously as he does.
There, a building, on the other side of the road. The windows are tinted, but the doors open and Danny, through the crowds and passing traffic, catches a glimpse of what has to be a couch. Maybe the people that own the building will let him sleep on their couch for a little bit.
So he crosses the street, sticking close to the legs of some lady with skinny heels that go tap-tap-tap so the cars don't go because they can't see him. The lady turns to go a different way after but it's okay because Danny is in front of the building now.
He pushes the door open and slips inside. It's quieter inside, and warmer. Danny wasn't cold outside but in here there's a nice heat that makes him feel even sleepier. He looks around at the fancy chairs and potted plants and lights, and is happy to see there are couches. Long couches, with lots of pillows and space for him to spread out.
He walks up to the desk. He's too short to see over it, and it makes him kind of angry because he's sure he's supposed to be taller. But he figures maybe he remembers wrong because people don't just shrink. Except, he's a halfa so maybe ghosts do?
"Hello?"
There's a lady here too, behind the desk, but unlike the one he followed across the street she has short, curly hair. Danny wonders if she's wearing skinny heels too. Leaning his head back, he can see her look up, glance around, and then look back down.
Danny pouts. Did she not see him?
"Hello?"
He waves an arm this time, reaching as high as he can to catch her attention. She finally sees him, eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, sorry! Hello." She has a nice voice.
"Your voice is pretty."
She smiles, and Danny decides her smile is nice too. "Why thank you. You have a pretty voice too. Is there something I can help you with?"
"Can I please sleep on your couch? Just for a little bit."
"Of course you can. Would you like a blanket? I could fetch one for you from the staff room."
Danny shakes his head. "I'm okay. Thank you."
"Alright. But if you change your mind, do tell me."
"You're very nice."
"Thank you, but it's really no problem. Not much to do today anyway."
"You should sleep too then. Sleep is good."
She giggles. "That is a very good idea. I just might take your advice." Danny nods. He has lots of good ideas. "Okay. I'm gonna' go nap now. Bye-bye."
"Sleep well."
There are a few couches, and for a bit Danny's not sure which one to sleep on. He chooses the one with the most pillows. It's very comfy, and the pillows are nice too. He puts one under his head and hugs another, curling up around it. He falls asleep in seconds.
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When a toddler with black and blue eyes asked to sleep on one of the couches on in the reception hall of Wayne enterprises, May had assumed he was one of Bruce's boys. He certainly fit the type Gotham's favourite playboy liked to adopt, and it wasn't unusual for his wards to show up out of the blue.
Once she found Tim Drake passed out on the floor under her desk. Apparently, he'd been hiding from Dick who was visiting from Blüdhaven and forgot to bring his coffee with him, consequently falling asleep while he waited for her to arrive so he could ask her to go pick some up for him. That had been an interesting Thursday morning.
On another memorable occasion, Cass, Bruce's only official daughter, and her girlfriend Steph had shown up, said hi, went upstairs, then came back down after about an hour, giggling as they ran out with a wave goodbye. Not even ten minutes later, Bruce himself stumbled out of the elevator, absolutely covered in purple glitter. May remembers raising an eyebrow and asking if Bruce wanted her to have another suit brought in.
He'd ended up collapsing on one of the couches with an exhausted sigh, and said he'd have Alfred pick him up instead. He left a sparkly trail behind him when he walked, and the couch he sat on had to be replaced because, even after numerous cleaning attempts, no one could get the glitter out. He had glitter in his hair for months afterwards.
So, May hadn't bat an eye when the little boy came in. Well aware Bruce had several meetings scheduled that day, she sent him an email saying one of his kids was taking a nap in the reception hall and resolved to look out for the boy herself. Throughout the day, she made sure to check on him often, making sure no one picked him up ran (this was Gotham after all).
He slept soundly for most of her work day, barely shifting. She ended up putting a blanket on him herself during her lunch break and leaving him a water bottle and little snack for when he woke up. She also made sure security kept an eye on him whenever she left for whatever reason.
It was well into the afternoon when Bruce finally replied to her email and asked if his kid was still sleeping downstairs. She said yes, and not long after he arrived on the ground level. He walked up to her desk and asked if his kid had caused her any trouble. She smiled and assured him no.
Then Bruce asked where Tim was.
"Sorry? Tim isn't here today."
Bruce frowned, looking just as confused as she felt. "My apologies. You said one of my wards was asleep here. I assumed it was Tim."
"Oh! No, no, it's not Tim. Well, I don't actually know his name but the little guy has been here since this morning." She gestured to the toddler in question.
Bruce turned around, saw him, and frowned. "He's not one of mine."
"He's not?"
"No. Are you sure he's not an employee's child?" He kept his eyes on the boy, eyes narrowed in thought.
"Yes, I am. Only three employees brought in their children today, and all of them are ten or above. He can't be older than five." She frowned now too, turning to her computer to double check. "I'll send out a company-wide email to be sure. I should have done this sooner. I'm sorry, I was just so sure he was under your care."
"It's alright, May. I'm not upset. I'm just worried about him. When about in the morning did he get here?"
She glanced up, but Bruce was still looking at the sleeping boy. "A little after nine."
"And he's been sleeping all that time?"
"Yes, as far as I'm aware."
"Alright. Thank you for looking after him. I'll take it from here."
"Of course, sir. I'll reach out to you if anyone identifies him."
He nodded appreciatively and walked over to the boy. She watched, frustrated with herself. She's worked as one of Wayne Enterprise's receptionists for over four years. She should have known better than to just assume some random, black haired blue eyed child was Bruce's kid. She should have at least reached out to make sure that was the case.
She sighed as Bruce knelt down by the couch and gently shook the little boy awake, resting her head in the palm of her hand. This poor child. His poor parents. They must be worried sick.
She has to make this right.
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#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny gets deaged for his own health#bruce adopts him#danny's memories are messed up because he's little#danny wakes up and calls bruce “daddy” cause he looks like jack#bruce has a heart attack#alfred raises an eyebrow at bruce when he comes home with danny#"another one#danny wants to be astronaut#dick tries to adopt danny hismelf but bruce got first dibs#danny is adorable#danny phantom#danny fenton#nasty burger explosion happened#orphan danny
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horror sub-genres/techniques: anime horror
#i only did movies so dont come at me for not putting a series#horror#horror movies#horroredit#moviesedit#filmedit#cinema#horror cinema#wicked city#perfect blue#biohunter#seoul station#paprika#ok maybe im stretching it with that one but ugh#vampire hunter d#jin roh#gyo: tokyo fish attack!#darkside blues#vampire hunter d bloodlust#twilight of the dark master#blood the last vampire#the empire of corpses#king of thorn#memories#demon city shinjuku#ninja scroll#berserk golden age arc#picked the more horror movie one for that one#*mine*#anime
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#halsey#halseyedit#dailyhalsey#musicedit#dailymusicians#musicgifs#panick attack#the great impersonator#mine#mine: gifs#mine: halsey#gifs2024#''i've been holding on to memories in my stomach and my teeth'' girl (gn) me too
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Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.
#fop nature au#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dev dimmadome#fop dev#dale dimmadome#emetophobia#art#digital art#fanart#comic#Sorry for taking so long on this I was procrastinating bcs its just kinda a context page that needs to exist for other stuff to happen#I love it when they interact like disgruntled roommates#like on one had he SHOT HIM on the other hand whats Dev supposed to do? Go no contact?? Hes ten#This takes place like 2 days after the deer attack#Dale got whisked away to fairy world to get speed healed and had his memory wiped of the whole thing#Devs relationship with his dad is so messy cause like yes his dad hurt him but also thats his dad and he loves him.#even if his dad doesnt love him back#He wants to Want To Hurt his dad. thats the right way to feel about after what he did. and he does feel that way sometimes.#but on some level its was kind of a relief to hear that he couldnt wish harm on people#because even if he could he isnt sure he could go through with it#and there would be nothing worse than having the power to do something and yet. not#sorry if that sounds insane#complicated relationships with your abuser my beloved#also just the quiet acceptance Dev has for (what he thinks is) Peri straight up lying to his face#Dev likes Peri a lot but he is also deeply aware that Peri hides a lot of things from him#I think he appreciates that Peri tries to shield his feelings. His dad doesnt do that#ofc Peri isnt actually lying here I just think the layers of such a small interaction are hilarious
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pre wish king battle portraits bc im Normal about him
#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat au#pre wish king#isat the king#king isat#isat king#the king isat#hes so <3 to me#the names of his attacks would all be really flowery and poetic#or directly relate to memories/forgetting/nostalgia#his weapons would probably be gauntlets#it never happens au
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Your Memory of Touch meta strategy is absolutely hilarious by the way.
Gamer strats
#codacheetah#my art#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#isat siffrin#:sifYeah:#(for context. i suck really bad at this game. and i kept dying to the king bc sif was so fast#that he'd wear out the shield b4 his first attack. and instead of adjusting my strategy#i just equipped memory of touch to make him slower.#this is on switch so im subject to the bug where if 1 dies to vision of future they all die btw)
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Prompt 118
Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t-
Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into.
Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?
#prompts#dcxdp#dpxdc#Jason found lil tiny fenton siblings before he started some of his attacks#Pit latched on just as much as he did#He's a broody halfa whose ghost logic is that Tim is also his baby now#Baby took/shares his Name so therefor is part of his Fright#Is Jason a tad feral? Maybe#Are the rest of them twice as feral?#Oh definitely#Tim might have a concussion and is very confused because last thing he saw was red#Don't worry he didn't get beat up#The blood was a mixture of human and animal#The Pit when Jason is thrown in: Omg a baby#The Pit: My baby now let's go make sure you're healthy by scaring the humans and havin fights#Jason: *confused halfa noises*#Jason: I am an adult but also baby but not too baby to not adopt these smaller babies#De-aged Fenton siblings with only bursts of memories: Yeah that seems about right#Concussed Tim: But I already avoided adoption before.... :(
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The main thing I remember from my childhood is being afraid all the time. There was never a break from the fear.
When memories of my childhood come back to my brain, my whole body reacts. I tense up, start shaking and sweating, my mouth goes dry and my hands and feet go cold. My breathing speeds up and my chest goes tight. Even certain bodily functions stop performing as they should, or happen involuntarily.
The fact that my body reacts like this just increases the intensity of the memory, because that's exactly how my body felt at the time.
I have these "memory attacks" (as I call them) fairly often, but around my birthday is one of the worst times of year for this.
My lack of awareness of my surroundings makes this more overwhelming. I get so lost in the chaos of my own mind, and the memories I'm trapped in feel more real than the actual events occuring in the present.
My lack of sense of time exacerbates the issue, as I can't easily separate one birthday from another. It just all blends together. That goes for all days of all years, really, but when it comes to specific dates and events that people make a huge deal about, the blurring of the lines is more intense.
#from the chaos of my mind#autism#autistic#trauma#memory attack#bad memories#my birthday is the 10th of february#sense of time#no sense of time
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The Memory of Bodies AU:
Jason has been making amends with Tim in his own stilted way. He keeps his distance, but he'll put a blanket on Tim when the kid passes out somewhere (since Tim is always falling asleep in random places). The teen will find his favorite snacks in various places. Red Hood has shown vicious protection for Red Robin.
Tim has noticed and acknowledged these changes. As far as Jason is aware, Tim's forgiven him. They're good.
During a YJ mission, a magic user "gifts" Tim nonconsensually with a spell that makes him forget some of his more traumatic memories. One of the memories targeted was the TT attack.
At first, the Bats don't realize Tim's missing any memories. They don't like to talk about it and usually avoid that topic.
All the Bats see is that Tim's shoulders have lost a tension they didn't realize he was carrying. He allows himself to be physically closer to Jason, even going as far as falling asleep on him during a movie. The teen smiles more, makes more jokes, and isn't as guarded around the Waynes.
He wasn't unhappy or distrustful with them before, but he wasn't nearly as open as he becomes post spell.
Eventually, someone makes a comment about TT. Tim asks them what they mean by that.
Cue the Bats freaking out.
Once they figure out it was magic, they have a discussion on whether Tim *should* get his memories back. He's obviously happier like this.
Tim is extremely uncomfortable with the idea of someone controlling his memories and him being unable to remember such important details. He doesn't care if it will cause him to be more stressed out and cold. The idea of him not knowing freaks him out. Besides, what other memories could he be forgetting? What if none of the Bats were there when they happened? What does he not remember?
Anyways, Tim's having a few mental breakdowns.
Jason's having a few mental breakdowns (he thought they were good. He thought Tim trusted him. He thought he made it up to him).
The Bats restore Tim's memories, and he can feel the weight of them as they settle. His eyes become sharper, less bright, and they keep track of the exits as well as everyone in the room. The other Bats knew better, but they still feel slightly disappointed and sorrowful.
#tim drake#jason todd#dc au#tim did forgive jason entirely#however his body and trauma responses don't forget#the tt attack changed him even if he no longer is upset at rh#when the bats ask tim about what other memories he recovered he lies#one of them might be the 16th birthday#one of them might be losing Robin#one of them might be his mom's death
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Do you guys have seen this movie?
youtube
Because I have a bunch of memes I drew for it.
#lyna stuff#My brother had a nostalgia attack the other day after seeing one of the characters in a meme#and I found out the whole movie was on youtube for free and a fan restoration of the creators original concept#I had some vage memories of the movie while I was watching it. like deya vus#I haven't seen the restoration yet only the comercial version#hope I see it soon with my brother#Youtube
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Torchwood gets massive props from me for using the "character gets tricked into thinking they did something terrible and confesses it to their loved one" trope with the loved one instead of freaking out just going "no you fucking didn't. We're going to figure out what's actually going on here"
#Seriously I was cringing so hard expecting some big freak out but then Jack was like 'no you didn't do that's#And he was clever enough to try multiple strategies to figure out what was going on with Ianto!#Like my brother was like 'u can open your eyes now Jack isn't stupid'#Who is stupid is Adam who still tries the whole 'i made them better!' argument on Jack#After making Jack's boyfriend have a traumatic panic attack by implanting fake memories in his head#Like Adam girly just replace his memories of reading the diary to include you and then steal and hide the diary#Torchwood#Jack Harkness#Ianto Jones#Janto
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Swanatello's memory problems hurt me way more than they should Like wtf I read CAS and LFLS I thought I was more immune to this But no tears are streaming down my face at Swanatello not fully remembering his bros aUgh
I offer you-- the first time Swanatello was able to recognize one of his brothers. And, in the same vein, the first time that Swanatello realized that something was wrong.
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#he promptly has a panic attack and leo talks him down#and then what follows i intend to make another doodle comic abt :3c#this is where swanatello begins to recognize that he is missing memories and his mind isnt working correctly#and he begins to mentally fight back#it is the beginning of a VERY non-linear timeline#as the proceeding battle will be FULL of waxing and waning#two steps forwards and one steps back#etc#swanatello#donniesona#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#tmnt 2018#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt leo#rise donnie#rise donatello#rise disaster twins#rottmnt disaster twins#i am so fucking predictable ofc its the disaster twins#in my defense leo is the only one who can portal here on his own#so#memory loss#laughing hollowly#everything i make is the same at its core#and yet you fools still allow me to continue...
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