#mention of amneisa

[nokonomi]

On my recent post, if you’re wondering who Daniela is, she is my current CrP OC. She is a half-human, half ghost entity, so entirely she got half of her soul taken by an unknown entity that kept appearing in her dreams; so she has both a physical and mental form.

what you see in the other post is her physical form. I haven’t decided what her mental (ghost) form is yet. She is controlled by the entity, so she may have some sudden outburts, but most of the time she is capable of controlling herself.

Some facts is that she has these disorders: Dissociative Amneisa (loss of memory but not much loss of memory) Alexithymia (unable to feel or hard to feel any emotions)

PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stess Disorder) CIPA (Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis)

She has CIPA much like Toby but there is a small chance she will be likely feeling a bit of some stinging pain if the wound is deep.

She has dark brunette hair, and a bit of some blue highlighted streaks at the bottom, her right eye is kind of yellowish-white since she got blinded from the fire, and her left eye has a dark red pupil and yellowish eye, also has ee bags because she hasn’t slept in a while. Wears a tight jacket and some black baggy jeans with black and white converses, and a silver necklace, she wears this because it covers her burn marks up, and sometimes she wears a bandage to cover her marks up when she is in (forced) public.

Yeah I’m too lazy to write her description down so- yeah. At least 21-23 years old, a young adult in her years.

As I mentioned, half of her soul is owned by this “unknown” entity thing that appears in her dreams. Her parents and brother died in a mall shooting that happened, and it was very severe that the rest of her family died, also left with burns from the fire at the mall.

So good luck trying to convince her to go out in the public. She has no remorse for humanity whatsoever and doesn’t really care for them, she thinks their ALL monsters (probably cause of the shooters) adopted by her uncle and later s3xu@lly abused by him when she started growing up, she later then killed him with a driller and tears his organs apart, selling them on the dark web.

After all those traumatizing moments; she had received Alexithymia and was taken to jail, but later escaped due to the hallucinations of her seeing Slenderman, receiving a bit of his knowledge and power, which she made her great escape. Now a wanted criminal, she kills humans out of vengeance slowly and intelligently. I prefer her to be like some Proxy OC, but like I prefer to just call her creepy pasta.

“Everything is so blurry. All I see are people’s faces but blurred out. I don’t know who they are or what they look like…I just can’t remember anybody. I have no remorse for humanity nor any feelings. It’s like I’ve been drained of them all.” -quote

Yeah she can’t remember anybody due to her dissociative amnesia, she only remembers the people she see’s now in the present, not the past. You can make some asks about her!

[secret-time-is-here]

Double stitched (Part 2)

Previous - First- Next - Rewrite

  “So… you’re basically the blue from our universe?” Nightmare asked bluntly

 “NIGHTMARE!” Error yelled, clearly infuriated with this statement “Okay sure, he may have done that to his Blue… but he didn’t do what our Blue did to me…” Cross looked between his two besties, it was weird to hear remorse from Error’s -or as they started to call him, Strings- voice.

 Strings was mostly calm and relaxed, breaking up him and Nightmare in fights, he would get hiped with video games or when they were on the run; but never would he argue. He still constantly expressed reluctancy when even talking about Blue, although it was apparent Nightmare knew about it.

 “Sorry to bring him up strings, but that’s honestly what it sounds like, I know there are differences in the two stories but still. Although I think the main difference between you two -aside from universes- is that Glitch doesn’t have amnesia.”Nightmare explained

 “Wait… you have amnesia?” Glitch looked at Strings, “Nevermind, that’s beside the point; I’m not like this Blue you keep talking about. Honestly, the one that was with me changed me; that’s why I let him go. I don’t really take prisoners anymore or collect souls as much as used to, I don’t even destroy as much as I used to despite being the god of destruction. Can you guys just trust me? For now? If I cause you any problems or you feel like I’m acting too much like this blue, just kick me out.” Nightmare and Cross exchanged looks before nodding and agreeing to Glitch’s deal.

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 It had been weeks since Glitch started living with the Meme squad, they didn’t have a room for him and Nightmare was reluctant to let him share with Strings so until “he could be trusted” he was to sleep on the couch with a spare blanket and pillow. He was allowed to hang out and relax with the guys at least, Glitch started to really bond with everyone too.

 Nightmare and Cross even started warming up to him, they’d play games together and joke around as well as talk about memes. Strings also helped Glitch with knitting and started to teach him to sew as well, Glitch’s quality started to improve quickly and he picked up the topic just as fast. But peace can’t last forever…

 “What happened between you and Blue?” Glitch inquired subtly, “You just mentioned it when I first came here and it’s kinda been bothering me since. All I know you were friends with him, and that it was way worse than when my Blue was with me.” Strings eyes started to fill with error’s just thinking about it.

 “It’s… it’s nothing. He gave me a name at least…” Strings spoke softly, struggling to find the right analogy.“But then again he was a lemon covered in chocolate. I dared to bit into it and swallowed it whole… at least I got out in the end…” silence followed this statement, Glitch was unsure how to process this. It left a strong of hatred for this worlds Blue, but it also created pity. For a long time Glitch also didn’t have any memory before his anti-void life. When he finally got his memories back he was happy to know his past, but it left him scared, knowing he was the reason he was like this.

 “Ya know…” Glitch started as he looked back down at the scarf he was knitting, “Sometimes it’s better not to know about your past… I know mine isn’t the best. Knowing it even made me crazier.”

 “At least you know your real name and what your past is.” Strings menaced

 “Yeah, I do!” Glitch yelled standing up and looking at strings with an angered expression, “But you don’t have to deal with the death of your brother and timeline! Knowing that you can’t do shit about it!” There was a pause, Glitch was tense and Strings was appalled. Death of your brother? Of your timeline? The string-like tears started to rush down Glitch’s face, he put his hand up to them and pulled away… the blue strings he was accustomed to a forever reminder to his insanity and singularity.

 “G-glitch… I… I didn’t know. I-” But before Strings could finish Glitch had disappeared through a portal; To where he didn’t know.

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 “Hello again… Error.” Glitch perked up hearing the voice, it sounded familiar but… not? “Nice outfit, changed your style? I like it.” Was he flirting with him? Glitch turned his head to see someone that looked like his Blue, although he knew he wasn’t. “Why the confused expression? We both know well you come here to think, what’s got you down this time? Your besties,” the word was laced with more venom then a snakes bite, “must be missing you.” the last few words were almost sarcastic, as if he was trying to sound comforting but sincerely hated them or was jealous of them.

 Glitch needed to sound like strings, This blue thought he was him. Glitch wanted the comfort dearly but didn’t want to spill that he was actually someone else. He didn’t know how Blue would react to that explanation.

 “Uh… H-hi B-Blue… long time no s-see?” Glitch choked out as his tears were slowing, his expression was pitiful; that was just what Blue needed. Sitting down next to Glitch, Blue continued to try and comfort him, getting his mind off of it but slowly scooting closer in the process.

 The glitches started to appear more and more as Blue drew closer; Glitch wasn’t uncomfortable, but he wasn’t comfortable either. What was Blue doing…?

 “Hey…” His voice was soft and quiet, almost echoing. It was softer than a blanket made of clouds, it immediately relaxed Glitch and lulled him into a sense of security. Blue’s eyes flickered, the prideful blue color digging into Glitch’s soul, pulling it out and encasing it with Blue. “Do you want to come with me and relax somewhere more comfortable? My apartment isn’t too far from here, your bedroom is still there. Just as you left it, or you can sleep with me. You’ve obviously had a long day, you need to rest and relax.”

 Why did Nightmare and Strings say he was so bad? He was comforting and had Glitch’s needs in mind, what was there to worry about?

 “Y-yeah… that” Glitch yawned, more tired than he forethought; maybe the crying had something to do with that. “T-that sounds good…” and with that, Glitch fell asleep head hanging and body relaxed; only moving slightly forward from his slouched sitting position. Perfect.

 Blue picked him up, carefully, so he didn’t wake him up and unsettle him. If he were to wake up now he would glitch and fall out of his grasp and run away, Blue didn’t want that. Although if he did wake up he’d have a high chance of rebooting, then again he would remember blue holding him without consent, and that would hurt his trust in Blue.

  He continued to slowly walk back as he carried the sleeping skeleton in his arms, taking the time to think about what to do next on his way home.

Dreamswap belongs to @onebizarrekai

Nightmare belongs to @jokublog

Cross and UnderVerse belong to @jakei95

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Blue belongs to the UnderTale community

[edupunkn00b]

Revisions, Ch. 23: Amnesia

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Tags: Human AU, Pining, Mutual Pining, Characters Writing Fanfiction, Slow Burn, Hanakahi Disease, Amneisa, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Remus likes to swear- WC: 1969 Logan Sanders writes Star Trek Fanfiction

“Doctor?” Lewis Zimmerman scowled as he looked up from the datapad in his hand. He bit into his apple and squinted at his unexpected visitor. “Captain Data,” he said, chewing. He took another bite, waiting for the android to say more. Giving up, he swallowed and gestured to a chair in front of his desk. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Captain?” “With Dr. Soong’s passing, you are now the preeminent expert in humanoid artificial intelligence.” Data began, posture stiff. “Oh?” Dr. Zimmerman dropped his apple on a stack of datapads and leaned forward in his chair, peering at Data as though he was fixed to a specimen slide. “Are you here for yourself, then? Are you malfunctioning? Looking for an upgrade?” He stood, practically salivating as his eyes fell on the seam in Data’s hair under which hid the access hatch for his primary positronic processors. A smile spread across Zimmerman’s face. It wasn't a pleasant smile. “Are you finally here to take me up on my offer?” Data leaned away from Dr. Zimmerman, sitting taller in his seat. “No, Doctor.” He blinked twice. “I am here to request a selective memory wipe.”

“Hm, interesting…” Zimmerman sat on the corner of his desk and rubbed at his chin, tilting his head as he watched Data’s blinking algorithm. “I can see how agitated you are about this request.” Leaping up, he clapped his hands excitedly. “I accept! When are you available for the procedure?” He swung around to the other side of his desk and tapped at his main terminal. “I can free up two weeks starting on…” He squinted at the screen. “Starting tomorrow.” “That would be acceptable, Doctor.” Data’s posture relaxed, leaning toward his backrest 0.24 degrees. Zimmerman narrowed his eyes at the movement and made a note on a datapad. “I am on shore leave for the next month while the Ghez is retrofitted with new transwarp engines after we had to jettison our core last month.” “Excellent! I will need some time to prepare the algorithm.” Zimmerman tapped at this computer controls for several minutes. “You mentioned this is a selective memory wipe. What precisely are you trying to erase?” “Not what, Doctor. Who.” Dr. Zimmerman looked up from his computer, his scowl returning. “Wh

Logan shoved his computer away as he was seized by another fit of coughing. Pushing his chair back, he leaned forward, fighting to get enough breath to cough up the flower caught in his throat. His ears filled with static and stars danced before his eyes as he struggled to breath past the obstruction.

He tumbled from his chair, landing on his hands and knees in front of his desk. His coughing had stopped, replaced by a high-pitched wheeze. The medicine. He needed the serum. He fumbled blindly at the desk drawer, the edges of his vision darkening.

Finally, he forced enough air into his lungs to cough again, and his hacking covered the sound of his door slamming open. Two frantic voices, speaking to him and to each other. Two pairs of warm hands on his back, his shoulders, rubbing and patting. He finally coughed up the flower and collapsed into a pair of waiting arms.

~~~~~

When Logan next opened his eyes, thin sunlight streamed through the window. A humidifier bubbled near his head, the cool mist falling gently over his face. He blinked at the ceiling, rubbing his eyes, finally reaching for his eyeglasses and sliding them into place. He stared at his clock, willing the numbers to come into focus.

7:36

He jolted upright, flinging the covers off his legs and twisting out of the bed. He landed on the floor with a small thud. For a moment, his sleep-fuzzed mind tried to figure out what he was doing in bed—wasn’t I finishing that chapter?—but he shook away irrelevant thoughts and hurried to his closet. He ripped off his pajamas—when did I even put these on?—and dressed in the first shirt, tie, and slacks his hands touched.

There was something to be said for sticking to a near monochromatic color palette.

Yanking on his socks, he stumbled about the room. He caught a glimpse of his reflection and drug his fingers through his hair—good enough—and snatched up his laptop and charger, shoving it all into his bag. Coughing into his elbow, he grabbed a few tissues and raced out the door.

As he started down the stairs, he faintly heard Janus and Remus’ door opening. He’d just hit the first floor landing when Janus’ voice called after him, “Lo? Have you forgotten? You’re sick. Where are you going?”

“I’ve—” Interrupted by another cough, Logan tried to stifle the next, hoping to prevent a full-on fit. “I’m late… I need to go.” He called back past another cough, “See you tonight!”

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Later that evening, Logan stumbled up the porch steps. Before he’d even pulled his keys from his pocket, the door swung open, Janus and Remus standing on the threshold. “Oh… Thank you…” He stepped inside, panting lightly.

Remus was silent, his mouth tight and eyebrows knit together. He crossed his arms in front of himself and his leg shook, looking between Janus and Logan. Janus rubbed his shoulder, then drew Logan inside the house. “My dear Logan, why did you go to work when you were so sick?”

“I… we’re so close to… to the midterms, I…” He set down his bag and leaned against the wall as he toed off his shoes. “My students—”

“Don’t you fucking care that you’re gonna get your students sick?” Remus burst out, his eyes glistening in the dim hallway. “If you don’t care enough about yourself, at least care about them.”

Logan shook his head. “My doctor has… has assured me… not contagious—” His words were cut off by harsh coughing. He waved the couple off when they drew closer, concern pinching their faces, then bent over, coughing into his elbow as he fumbled for a package of tissues. Janus took the package and pulled one free, quickly opening it and pressing it into Logan’s hand.

He coughed into the tissue, crumpled it, and shoved it into his pocket. “Thank you,” he muttered between labored breaths. “Doctor says… allergies.” He leaned against the wall, gradually catching his breath.

“Allergies?” Remus snapped, his own voice choked. “Are you allergic to flowers?”

“Muse,” Janus’s voice was low as he laid his hand on Remus’ shoulder.

Roughly shaking off his hand, Remus glared at both of them. “No, Jannie, fuck it! You saw what I did last night!” He crossed his arms again and stared at Logan. “You’re coughing up flowers, Lo. What the fuck is going on? That’s not normal!”

Logan somehow grew paler and shrunk away from the pair. “Y—you two saw that?”

Gently rubbing Remus’ back, Janus stepped closer to both of them. “Yes, Lo, we saw. We heard you choking and came in. You…”

“We thought you were dying, Lo Lo,” his anger finally dissolving in tears, Remus flung himself at Logan and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I—” Logan’s breath caught in his throat, but it had nothing to do with his coughing. “I… I assure you, I… I am fine.” He closed his eyes and hugged Remus back, arms drawn tight around his waist. He let his head fall forward, resting on Remus’ shoulder with a stuttered sigh. “I simply need to rest.”

“Will you let us help you into bed?” Janus asked, stroking Logan’s head. He nodded against Remus’ shoulder. “Muse, would you bring Lo upstairs while I make some tea? And maybe some soup?”

“‘Course, Jannie.” Remus rubbed Logan’s back. “How does that sound to you, Lo Lo?”

Logan panted against him. “Both… sound nice.” He clung to Remus’ back as they slowly made their way upstairs, pausing twice when Logan had to cough. By the time Remus had helped Logan remove his tie and turned his back while he changed into a long-sleeved thermal and joggers, Janus was coming up the stairs with a tray.

Remus took the tray and set it on the desk, then refilled the humidifier and turned the switch to high. Janus arranged Logan’s pillows so he could comfortably sit while he drank his tea and had at least something to eat before trying to sleep.

“You… you do not need to…” Logan smiled weakly as Janus drew up his covers, smoothing them down before Remus placed the tray next to him. “Wait on me…”

“It is our pleasure, Lo,” Janus said, reaching for Logan’s cup and pressing it into his hands.

Remus dragged Logan’s desk chair to the side of his bed and turned it around before sitting on it backwards and patting Logan’s leg over the blankets. “Yeah, Lo Lo. What else are friends for?”

Logan looked down at his tea and nodded. He took another sip before speaking. “I appreciate it.” He swallowed hard. “Very much.”

The three sat in silence for several minutes. Remus’ knee bounced as he and Janus exchanged a few pointed glances, with the latter subtly shaking his head before Remus finally blurted out, “So what’s with the flowers, Lo Lo?”

Setting down his cup, Logan looked away. “I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s rather… unpleasant.”

“That’s not an answer, Lo Lo.” Remus raised an eyebrow as his knee rubbed against the side of the bed.

“They’re fr—from a… homeopathic t—treatment my doctor suggested,” Logan stuttered out. “My stomach… doesn’t agree with it.”

“Homeopathy?” Janus said, eyebrow cocked.

Logan nodded and sipped more of his tea. He eyed the soup, wondering whether it was safer to try to keep the bowl on the tray rather than risk spilling the entire thing if—when—another coughing fit struck him.

“Trying to keep an open mind,” Logan said at last, holding a napkin under his spoon as he tried a bit of the soup. He winced as his stomach clenched at the first food he’d had since early the night before. His eyes flicked over to his top desk drawer. Maybe it would be worth it to take the next dose a little early?

“How’s it working?” Remus asked, giving his leg a gentle poke.

Logan shrugged, looking around the room.

They fell quiet again as Logan finished his soup and tea between coughing jags. Janus sat near the foot of the bed, gently stroking Logan’s shin over the blankets. Remus rocked back and forth, humming. Logan glanced at him with a little smile when he recognized the chorus to Lean On Me.

Eventually, Logan’s eyes grew droopy and his coughing seemed to ease. Remus tucked a lock of Logan’s hair behind his ear. “We should let you sleep, Lo Lo.”

Nodding drowsily, Logan settled against the pillows. Sitting upright seemed to lessen his cough and he wanted to try the position for sleep. He removed his glasses, smiling a silent thanks when Remus took the frames and folded them, setting them next to the humidifier and a glass of water.

“‘Night, Lo Lo,” he said, moving Logan’s chair back to his desk.

Janus reached over and took the tray. “Remember, we're here if you need anything, Lo.” Balancing the tray against his hip, he squeezed Logan’s hand and met his eyes. “Anything.”

Logan nodded again, “Thank you both.” then closed his eyes against his stinging tears. “You’re both amazing.”

“We’re not half of what you deserve, Lo.” Janus whispered, stroking his hand one more time, then followed Remus out of the room, easing the door shut behind them.

Janus set the tray down on the floor and wrapped his arms around Remus, drawing him close as he started to shake. “He’s lying,” Remus said, his muffled voice breaking as he buried his face in Janus’ neck.

“I know.”

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

One thing about my amneisa is that a lot of going on is difficult for me.

So if someone tells you to shut up because i don't feel well.

Then get quiet or change what youre doing.

We do something that is similar to what they do for over stimulated babies.

I have a whole shit ton of ways to deal with things but sometimes the environment is just bad.

Which could be because some dick head that you cant even see or hear or feel.

Antonio is great at making me laugh and hes really good.

Kenny is really good at understanding difficult situations and complexities.

Derek has had amnesia episodes.

Candy knows when someone is really really bugging me although she will let it go on just to watch you. Eventually she will say something so just respect her because she is trying to prevent damage in a relationship that should not be damaged. Remember she was with me in the Dejoria era.

If you ask around someone may have time ti help you. But even better is to ask God to help you. You may need to wait longer than you would like but hes really not too much of a dick.

Also I'm on social media. And it may take me longer to respond than I would like but it may be im busy here or sick or tired. Sometimes i actually forget. Keep in mind i have hundreds of things going on (not to mention a single mom with a crazy mom) so please dont get upset, just try again later. 😘 i got one in my Insta inbox waiting a whole day, another waiting 2 and then another. I'm not bugged, just busy!! And also have heart burn, my period, and a some type of brain hormone disorder although the lyrica yesterday helped a lot!

And so if you need a key term, I'm a loner whom says hi to people on the street.

[jilyarchive]

Hi! I'm looking for a fic where Lily is a hospital and lost her memory or something. James is also there and then it's revealed that she broke off their engagement a while back. If you could find it it would mean a lot. Thanks!

Hmm, we don’t recognize this exactly, but these have elements of what you’re looking for. 

All factors the same except James is the one with memory loss:

Title: We Might As Well Be StrangersAuthor: Loves to dance Rating: TGenre(s): Romance, MysteryChapters: 12Word Count: 35,000~Summary: James wakes up in St. Mungo’s, but can’t remember anything from his past. He struggles to figure out who he is and why he ended up with amneisa. Of course, it’s no help that his Healer is a beautiful redhead whom he can’t seem to get out of his mind.

Missing some plot points you mentioned but Lily loses her memory post-Hogwarts:

Title: Never Forget MeAuthor: hotwingincidentRating: TGenre(s): Romance, Hurt, ComfortChapters: 11Word Count: ~16,000Summary: When Lily loses her memory and she can’t remember anything especially her and James’ relationship. What happens when James does everything to get her memory back? What happens when she goes into the hands of another? What would James do to save their relationship?

Maybe check out our memory loss tag and see if any of those seem like what you’re thinking of?  If anyone knows this fic, please tell us!

[anylessreal]

i am such a whore for harry crowding louis up against a wall whilst they're kissing and the fact that you put it in BOTH of tatc and lvwi just fuck i love you so much for that

It took me longer than I’m willing to admit to figure out which fics of mine those were initialisms for, but I’m glad you’re a fan of his enthusiasm 😂

[justtextmeoppa]

Hi can I request a Byun Baekhyun text (I know you don't really do Exo texts but I seen you mention some members in other text and though I would ask) where you get amneisa after getting badly hurt and forget him, but months later text him that you remember him, and just fluff after that. I understand if you can't do it, and I love your texts by the way.

Hi cutie! Baekhyun is such a cutie and I know him, so I thought to fulfill your request! I just posted it and I hope you like it and you'll request again! ❤Kiss, M.

[daviddrag]

Dean Stark

Dean’s Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBMmnmqQ9Ls

     So here we are, the main character of Wild ARMs 5, Dean Stark. This is his theme, it’s... fine? I guess. It’s upbeat, it’s catchy, but at the end of the day it’s pretty generic. In a sense, it captures him perfectly as a character because of just how generic he is.

     This actually plays on a loop for the entirety of the intro dungeon where you learn about how to navigate the game and do puzzles. Initially this song lifted my spirits for the game, however upon further examination of both the game and the music it feels pretty phoned in from the other themes that really captured the essence of the world and the main character.

Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 16 Height: 5'3" Weapon: Twin Fenrir

     First and foremost let’s talk about this character design. He dresses way too clean for the wanderer cowboy look they’re going for. Heel spurs despite not riding a horse. And a big flappy scarf that’s just there to look cool. Not to mention he’s essentially a knockoff of the main character from 1 with the same basic hairstyle and color. (Fun Fact: He’s even the exact same height as Rudy!)

     Now then, his character is essentially your stereotypical anime protagonist. Kinda dumb, super kind, wants to be the best and prove himself, no real character flaws other than caring too much.

    Dean is obsessed with golems and other ancient tech scattered throughout Filgaia. His great dream is to become a famous Golem Hunter like his idol Nightburn, the only human to be considered an equal to the alien race known as the Veruni who rule Filgaia. 

    His wish to live an exciting life of adventure is granted when Avril Vent Fleur, a silver haired girl with amneisa, falls out of the sky with the mysterious ARMs Twin Fenrir that were specifically crafted for Dean. He takes it upon himself to travel with Avril and help her find her memories. Along the way he learns more about the world and the oppression of humans but he doesn’t really grow as a character at all. He just stays upbeat and cheerful and all his crazy and naive ideas just end up working out, it’s really quite boring. 

     Compare this to Wild ARMs 1 where Rudy managed to have an entire arc about what it means to be a human despite being a silent protagonist. That said, at the end of the day he’s just a super generic character. Nothing that makes him a travesty, but not a good indication of things to come.

Special Ability: This game is semi-class based, while characters do have their individual stats most attacking abilities are determined by what Medium is equipped rather than learning things via level up. Dean is designed to fight up close and person with his enemies. He has to be adjacent to his target to attack them. His unique ability is that his crits deal double damage of what a crit normally would.

Tools: Unlike 4, we’re back to having tools again! Unfortunately, they are only for Dean. He gets special bullets that he can from his ARM to solve puzzles. They function like tools from previous games but are not really that special or unique in my opinion.

Regular Bullet - These are the standard bullet, they can be used to break objects or hit switches.

Freeze Ray - Similar to the ice powers in previous games, this can freeze things solid and put out some fires.

Fire Bullet - Shoots a ball of fire to ignite objects

Detector - This is the obligatory radar ability used to find treasure chests in dungeons.

Power Shot - Fires a missile to destroy large rocks and other barriers.

Anchor Hook - This is actually a fun one, who doesn’t love a grappling hook?

Duel Sign - Summons Monsters to fight you if the area has random encounters, and also is used to fight many of the games optional super bosses.

Crowning Moment of Terrible: The game is not well written enough to have crowning moments of awesome so I’ve elected to highlight the scenes that show a character at their absolute worst. Dean is average enough to avoid this though. Also, one character does have something cool I can show. Who could it be? Rebecca? (It’s not Rebecca).

Obligatory Character Rating: C

Up Next: Rebecca Streisand 

P.S. I know it’s been years since I did the last one of these but I’m on a wild arms kick again!

[wildflowersofruins-archive]

Starter for G! Under a read more because  looooooong.

Jenny had only been back from the hospital for a week before they had decided to put her back in school. Which meant she had had one week to try to understand Vanessa’s life. She hadn’t been able to tell too much. Her phone had been locked, so her father decided to surprise her with a new one, and she hadn’t been able to find her Facebook password. All the information she had found was that she had a brunette best friend, who appeared in almost every picture on the wall, except those of Vanessa and her boyfriend. Who Jenny luckily had broken up with when he came to visit her at the hospital. She said she needed time and space. It wasn’t hard to ask since everyone seemed to think she suffered from amnesia.

Amneisa.. that was what she had faked. It was much easier to say she forgot her own life than to explain that she wasn’t Vanessa at all. After being trapped in a coma, the real Vanessa had managed to steal her body, only to get it killed some days after, upon release from the hospital. Someone upstairs really wanted her dead, and they really wanted Jenny to stay alive. So she had been forced to enter Vanessa’s body, and to take over her life. Forced to live as someone else for the rest of her time here. Telling the doctors, or anyone for that matter was too much of a risk. They would end up treating her like an alien, taking tests upon tests. The media would surround her, and take away her privacy. She would get hate mail from doubters, or worse, death threats from religious fanatics wanting her story to be gone. So her choice was clear, it needed to stay a secret.

The first day back at school had been bizarre. She had made up an idea in her head of what Vanessa most had been like, but nothing had prepared her for this. Everyone seemed to know her and had come over to tell her how sorry they felt for her, and proceeded to tell them their name and their role in her life. Everyone seemed to be her friend or to stay away. The brunette from the pictures was Ashley and had been her rock through the day. Sure she was judgmental, and rude at times, but at least she was trying to help. It was then Jenny finally started to understand what kind of person Vanessa truly had been.

People were scared to look her in the eye when she walked down the hallway. And didn’t really smile until she smiled at them. Ashley and herself had even walked passed a redheaded girl who had given Vanessa a weird look. Ashley answered the stare by pushing her into a locker as hey walked pass, calling out; “Out of the way, you stupid slut. She might not remember you, but you still stink of desperation.” Jenny looked over her shoulder, to see how she had reacted, and she felt a sting in her stomach as the girl seemed untouched by it, almost like she was used to it. When she asked Ashley about who it was, all that was said was: “She’s a useless slut. You caught her kissing Ryan one time, even though everyone knows you’re together. Not to mention that she only has like one friend. She is ugly, and I’ve seen her in the locker room, she’s not really attractive either. Or like you said yourself. She’s a fat cow..” Jenny felt sick. How could anyone call someone else a fat cow?

Cheer practice was the one thing Jenny was looking forward to. Cheerleading was something she enjoyed watching and thought it could be fun to try. And even though Vanessa’s body had more strength and the flexibility than Jenny could ever hope for, she surely didn’t remember the moves, and she didn’t like the high when being lifted up as the flyer. The coach said she would give her some extra time to learn the moves, but if she didn’t pick it up soon enough, she would have to be benched. Or as Ashley called it, social suicide.

So here she was, back at Vanessa’s house.. trapped in a body, trapped in this role, and she couldn’t even learn some basic cheer moves. Still, it had been slightly fun, and some of the girls seemed nice. Cheerleading could be a nice place to start. She needed to learn those moves. Her dad was out on a business dinner, so she was free to come and go as she wanted. It didn’t seem like Vanessa’s parents cared that much at all. They were mostly just talking work, going to the gym, or going to work. Her best friend in this house was the maid who cooked her food and cleaned her clothes. But she wasn’t around in the evening, so Jenny left the house and took a light jog toward the football field, where they normally had cheerleading practice.

The chilly air as nice on her skin. And she looked up at the evening sky. Somewhere her real parents were maybe looking at the same sky, grieving their daughter. Maybe she’d tell them the truth one day.. but not now.. she needed to figure out this mess first. Once at the field, she did some stretches before trying to repeat the moves, the jumps and the tumbling from earlier. It was messy, but she felt like she was improving. Muscle memory seemed to be a thing after all. She turned around and wiped some sweat drops forming on her forehead as she saw a boy sitting in the bleachers. Watching her. She was really not in the mood to be hit on by some creep, or to be killed, so a natural defense awoke in her. “Are you enjoying the show?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips, giving him a look, showing that she was far from amused by his presence.

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coughs in you didn’t say who so i’m giving you all my muses 

accepting from this meme!!

soft affection!! literally any soft affection. hugs, holding hands, cuddles, if it’s soft and nonsexual fable is wooed

for double points listening to them when they talk about birds. fable expects no one to listen to them when they talk about birds so will just ramble assuming they aren’t listening but they just wanna!! share info about birds!!! so listen to them and ask questions then wow you have a fable wrapped around your finger

rems is fun and you gotta joke with him. if he’s acting silly just go with it and be silly back. or at the very least accept it. just, don’t be aggressive, accept the silliness, maybe join in.

but also!!! rems is a time cause you gotta have this knowledge of knowing when to be patient with him and a lot of his self destructive tendencies ( i.e overworking himself, not sleeping, not eating cause he’s too busy or stressed ) but then!!! know when to be like okay heckin take a break, sleep, shower, shove this food in your mouth. 

the only real tips for pollux is support their music choices and pronouns, they will call you out on it since somedays they don’t care about he/him pronouns and other they’re like haha no i will curse you if you use those pronouns :) 

also just don’t fight their family. this isn’t really a tip to woo them cause heckin pollux does what pollux wants and one person might do something they think is real annoying and a different person it’ll be like oH that’s cute. but anyway!! pollux loves his family even if they are a bunch of evil witches so just don’t mention that and you’re good.

kisu is soft nerd so literally be nice and play video games with him a couple times and oH the boy has a crush. 

also just be there for him and prove that you aren’t using him due to him being an idol. kisu’s had too much of that in his life and just wants friends and someone to be cute with.

the BIGGEST thing is sakura ( his daughter ) likes you and you like her. if you hate kids or she doesn’t like you then aki is like sorry no, gotta go.

other than that aki is like pollux and he does and likes who he wants with no real reason. the only deal breaker is sakura and if she doesn’t like you.

okay minseo!! u would think he’s easy to woo but nO. since minseo is hiding the fact that he has amneisa, you’d actually do better if he doesn’t know you until after the car accident so he doesn’t have to stress about you finding out that he never admitted to it. 

another big thing is he likes photography and sometimes will be like yes hello model for me. so it’s a plus if you’ll be his model at random times!! 

i introduce u to jihae the hardest one to steal his heart. he doesn’t trust anyone so you gotta gain his trust first and who knows if that’ll happen. plus even if he does trust you he will find reasons to not let you steal his heart. so the best tip is don’t even try. like just don’t try and establish yourself as trustworthy and a good friend then maybe, just maybe, jihae will be like alright you can have my heart.

also don’t do drugs. he’s doing his best to get clean, ( though he’ll steal deal them, grade a logic from jihae) so yanno if you do them he’s gonna want nothing to do with you. but other than that, just heckin hope.