#memory wipe

[gottawhump]

Dreams

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CW/TW: lady whump-ish. Post memory wipe, some time after this. BBU/WRU. She has a name; hopefully she’ll tell me somedsy what it is.

She dreams about him sometimes.

A pretty young man, almost a boy, with curly dark hair like her own and the saddest dark eyes in the world.

She dreams of quiet conversation in daylight.

Her days are quiet and lonely now.

She dreams of hearing him scream and weep at night, in the now empty guest bedroom.

She doesn’t talk about these dreams. False memories, they called them in the treatment facility, and taught her to repress them, to replace them with real memories.

She needs to stay grounded in this reality, her husband reminds her.

But.

Sometimes she dreams of him.

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[car9723-t]

When I heard that Stan and Ford swapped their clothes again before recovering Stan's memory after the memory wipe in the finale, I decided to put some thoughts on it after watching the episode.

Right now, I think it's possible that Mabel asked Ford to do that. And Ford accepted the offer to commemorate Stan's deeds, or at least give him something more comfortable to wear.

In the finale, Ford seems skeptical about repairing the memory loss. So, trying it out to fix the loss was out of question for me. But at the same time, would it stop Ford from taking Mabel’s offer? No matter what he overlooked about her, he still seems to like her to a point - especially when the moment was emotional to the top.

So, I modestly suggest that it was probably the least to make his brother feel better in his perspective.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Hear me out, Psych Doctor Who crossover where Shawn is immune to the silence. Or memory wipes in general if you wanna play it like that.

[sergeant-uno]

*There is a turtle in the sewers wobbling around*

@tin-the-turtle

*Uno is still wandering around, not noticing the turtle*

[falloutconfessions]

"I played over 120 hours of fallout 3 my very first time. No dlc, just the base game.

When I did get the dlc playing them and the base game took less than 100 hours.

I wish I could re-experience the joy, wonder and discovery of exploring the fallout worlds for the first time."

Fallout Confessions

[pannman]

You know the memory wipe trope but can we get a version of it where the two characters hated each other and forget that they hated each other and fall in love. "I don't know you and this gonna sound foward but you're very attractive" "omgsh thanks so are you!" Then their memories come back later their just like "uhhhhhhhhmmm...."

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1168

@cyborg0109 Asked:

Do you have any prompts for 2 inseparable besties who both get mind wiped, become rivals, then one gets injured and the other one is like FINE I’ll help you and then they get their memories back.

I love how specific this is. 

Sure:

A isn’t sure what compels them to help B. But they do it anyway. They try to tell themselves that its out of the goodness of their heart... not because B looks so pathetic... and oddly endearing. 

Maybe it’s an existing scar/the nature of B’s injuries that brings the memories back. Its sudden and jarring and they can’t help but double over. 

Suddenly they’re doing everything they can do to help. B’s name is imprinted on their brain, as is the way they’ve been treating each other. A is racked with guilt. Maybe they immediately text C ‘I remember’ to which C replies: ‘I’m on my way, where's B?’ - ‘With me’

B is still an amnesiac, and fighting against the help. 

Desperate, A starts pointing at different aspects of B’s body (because the used to be so close they knew everything about each other.)

“[date] you fell over and sliced your knee on a rock, I remember your mother was so mad... You got that one when we were kids, [kid] pushed you off the gym equipment...”

B looks at them blankly.

“Please... you have to remember. [Nickname] you have to remember me!”

At the nickname, recognition comes into B’s eyes. Then they pass out.  

[whump-queen]

[tw: pet whump, memory wipe mention]

Maya hadn’t even stepped out of bed when she saw the farmiliar head of messy black hair bowed low at her bedside.

“Mm.. hello pet.” Her voice was still gravely with sleep. She rubbed her eyes.

“Good morning master,” came the dutiful, pleasant response she was never sure she’d grow accustomed to hearing. His tone still made her head buzz.

She only chuckled and ran a hand through his soft, dark waves, relishing in how he sighed and leaned into her touch.

Was this just how he was trained to act?

Or was this really that enjoyable?

Perhaps enjoying being pet like an animal was a trained response too.

She supposed that at this point, everything about her sweet thing’s ‘real’ personality had probably been wiped long ago and replaced with traits they had wanted. So maybe none of it really mattered at all.

“Good boy,” she mumbled through a sleepy smile, still stroking his hair.

His palms were now pressed flat against the ground in favor of leaning further up against her hand, like an eager puppy desperate for more attention—for more praise, to be pet.

Yes, what did any of it matter.

He was pretty, he was obedient, and best of all, he was hers.

~ ~ ~

(character sketch)

[seafoam-icecream]

“Before, all I wanted was to remember who I am. Now I wish I could’ve forgotten forever.”

[lifenconcepts]

ever heard a bad opinion from me? No? Exactly. And we’ll keep it that way with my handy dandy trust memory erasing tool.

[miss-grimwood]

Memory - Bellamione

(Grief, memory wipe, magical equivalent to terminal illness)

It was such a rare disease, even more so now, affecting one in every thousand muggleborns. So rare that Britain hadn’t seen a case for decades. 

But of course, her golden girl was once again defying the odds.

There was only one cure, but to Bellatrix, it was a fate worse than death.

Advanced obliviation. Removing all memory of magic and the wizarding world. It was the only way to free her from the disease that would soon ravage her mind, taking her body with it.

Hermione insisted she would rather let it take her, rather than lose her precious memories, her whole life, but Bellatrix refused. It was a horrible disease, a slow, painful death, and she wasn’t prepared to let Hermione suffer.

For a week, Hermione soaked up the time with her family, knowing it was the last she could see of them. The Weasleys, always so good to her, so kind, Harry, Draco, Luna, but most importantly Bellatrix, and their daughter.

How could she look her little girl in the eye, knowing mummy would disappear? Guilt plagued her, but she wanted to savour every detail, every memory, before it was taken from her.

Disgusted with herself for even thinking it, she reminded herself that Lyra was probably too young to remember, wouldn’t be devastated by the loss. Not the way Bellatrix would be. She’d put on a brave face, dealt with all the housework and arranging meals and playdates and coffee mornings so Hermione could enjoy her time, but she was struggling, Hermione could tell.

Then, the night came. Hermione tucked Lyra into bed, reading her a bedtime story, and then a second - she’d oblige every whim - and kissed her goodnight for the final time.

One last drink with Bellatrix. A butterbeer, curled together in their living room, in the home they’d shared for over a decade. They sat in silence. What was there to say? There were no more plans to make, no more gossip that mattered, it was the end.

There was I love you of course, and I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but they’d been said over and over, and it only reminded them of their loss.

Hermione’s parents arrived, solemn, ready to take her back to their home, to tell her she suffered a fall, and to take care of her. Bellatrix tried to be kind, tried not to resent them, but while they could take care of Hermione, help her recover, and be with her for the rest of their lives, Bellatrix would lose her love. With one spell, she’d lose her wife, Lyra would lose her mum, and any reminder of the family she’d made would bring the disease back, and more aggressive.

They gave them privacy, stayed in the foyer while they said their final goodbye.

Bellatrix pulled Hermione close.

‘If there was any other way…’

‘I know,’ Hermione assured her, tears welling in her eyes. ‘Just give me one more minute.’

As she held onto Bellatrix, her breaths erratic, she savoured the memories of her life. Their wedding day, the day Lyra was born, her first word, mama, the family holidays to the seaside. Her first date with Bellatrix, the smell of her smoky perfume, the way her sharp nails tickled as she played with her hair, the kisses good morning and goodnight.

She pulled away with a deep sigh. ‘Okay, I’m ready.’

‘I love you, Hermione.’

‘I love you.’

‘Obliviate.’

@sapphicmicrofics

[glowcrizzle]

They would have wiped Crowley’s memory when restoring him to an angel. Aziraphale is asking him to be Muriel, Crowley is asking Aziraphale to be Gabriel.

[gottawhump]

Wipe

Jonas

CW/TW: discussion of trauma and memory wipe. General pet whump, BBU/WRU warnings. Lady whump. And lots of guilt to go around.

Jonas and Kolya have not always gotten along.

“You wiped her.” He throws the accusation at Nikolai, and the other man flinches.

“Yes. After Maxim.” He doesn’t need to say after you. Jonas swallows, feeling sick, reminded how she burrowed into him for comfort, even after Maxim hurt her, even after he hurt her.

He’s glad Nikolai is looking away, his eyes distant.

“After Maxim,” he repeats, “she broke a little. At home, with the two of us, she was fine. Perfect, as always.”

“Then why?”

Kolya swallows hard, turns his head to look at the wall. “She was afraid to leave the apartment. To even go out onto the balcony, or answer the door. Going out to parties panicked her. Loaning her out became impossible. So Sasha-he-I-we decided on a move and a reset. Wipe away what Maxim did.”

What I did.

“Excuse me.” Nikolai gets up, and gets a bottle and a shot glass from the cabinet. He takes them to his room and shuts the door.

He doesn’t come out the rest of the night, and Jonas doesn’t see him until late the next day.

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[birgfan]

Comic/Graphic Novel - Hayden's Notes

Dude needs to learn how to swallow his pride so he doesn't get any deeper in debt to Hayden.

It's not a position I envy.

How do you get deeper in debt to an immortal twinkie than ∞?

Become an indebted ghost after death???

Jason run.

[writingatdusk]

I had the weirdest dream this morning! So, naturally, I need to share it with everyone:

I was living in some underground facility with a bunch of other survivors. What we survived I have no idea. But I was married to Pedro Pascal and had just found out I was pregnant. Yay!?

I also found my husband, Pedro, making out with a woman who looked like Lady Gaga. Needless to say, I wasn’t happy. In fact, I was freaking out for many reasons (ie: How could he do this to me?? Why? How can I raise this child by myself in this dystopian underground facility?? What the hell? I thought I was cute!).

As I, understandably, was heading towards a mental breakdown, someone- not sure who- handed me this rather large folder that had my name on it. Inside were pages and pages of reports.

Apparently, this was not the first time we had been pregnant, nor the first time Pedro and I had been together either. In fact, we had had 3 babies prior. And, in fact, we were all part of some experiment! Whoever was in charge, really liked the kids Pedro and I would have. “Great genetics, beautiful and highly intelligent” were all words in the file (even in my dreams I am humble 😇). Then, after they’d take the baby, they’d wipe everyone’s memories and the whole experiment would reset!

The creeps in charge would make sure Pedro and I got together because they wanted our kids. But this time around they made sure we’d break up because in one instance we figured out what happened to our baby and started a rebellion together (because of course). So this time, they somehow made sure that it wouldn’t happen again because I guess Pedro and I being together and knowing the truth would bring them ruin.

I’m not making this up. This was an actual dream. Idk either.

[sw5w]

I Will Contact Lord Sidious

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