#temporary memory loss

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Ever in our favour... Masterlist

PEETA MELLARK X GN!READER

You wake up with a migraine, surrounded by forests and kids that are more than willing to kill you. What have you fallen into the middle of? And why can't you remember getting here?

Arena fanfiction, cannon-typical violence, descriptions of blood injuries and death, descriptions of a panic attack, temporary memory loss, mentions of familial abuse, depictions of mutated creatures, established relationship, romance, kissing, fluff and angst, minor character deaths, action/adventure

Table of Contents:

Archive of Our Own

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT (FINALE)

[cuspidgoddess]

Chapter 10. March: Remember Me?

[whateverithinkof]

Daily Fanfic Rec (Day 6)

Yuri On Ice

4/30/2024

Masterlist

Title: Perfect Match

Author: Brittanica2015

Words: 1,623

Chapters: 2

Completed?: Yes

"Yuuri and Victor just got out of surgery and don't remember each other.

'That's Victor, your husband.'

'What! Really?'

'Really.' Phichit nodded, capturing everything with his phone.

'Are you sure?'

'Definitely.' "

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A lighthearted take on a temporary amnesia fic! This one is def cute and has some amazing moments (it doesn't hurt that Phichit records Viktor and Yuuri's disbelief at them being husbands...) with a dash of Yurio for good measure.

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - The Experiment

"Are you really sure about this?" Oz sounded highly dubious even as Ozymandias tried to reassure him.

"We need to know if it would work as a defence against Salem, child. Besides, this way we are doing it in a controlled environment, around those that would help you if the worst happened. Not that I think it would, but that remains an unfortunate possibility none the less." Ozymandias sounded defensive, but there was an odd note of worry to his mental tone that made Oz wary, too. What they were attempting had never been done before, after all. What if it went wrong?

"And you're sure you can reverse this?" Oz asked out loud, voice echoing in the empty room.

"Yes. That much, I'm very certain of. There are a lot of interesting theories concerning... never mind, child. I'll tell you later, but whatever happens, you will be just fine. If this doesn't work, then we'll just have to hope that Salem only sees what most people do when they meet you. No offence, Tip, but... you are a rather small child currently, after all."

Oz pulled a face at that. but couldn't deny the accuracy of the statement. People tended to find him cute, of all things. it was highly embarrassing. At least Nora had more or less stopped calling him 'little cute boy Oz'? Even if everybody still called him pocketsized... though at least that was a nickname Qrow had given him, so it was rather more acceptable.

"So, you want this to happen in the same room as the others, correct?" Oz asked, already moving towards the door. The others barely glanced up as he entered, though he was aware he looked nervous as he sat in a chair at the table and cleared his throat pointedly.

"What's up, pocketsized?" Qrow asked, looking up lazily. A lot of that laziness vanished, though, when he noticed just how worried Oz looked and he shot to his feet, looking alarmed. That managed to stir up the rest, several half rising, Ruby making an abortive reach for her weapon as she did so. Oz winced but made a negating motion with his head, which settled most of the kids back down. Oscar, however, didn't seem to want to sit and was already moving to lay a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I'm fine, Oscar. There's merely something Ozymandias wishes to attempt, which was felt to best occur around company. He is attempting to remove himself enough that I am merely Tip, in case it works as a shield against Salem."

"Yeah, no, pocketsized. That doesn't fill me with confidence. Besides, how do we know we'll get Tip? We might get Winter... and either way, you won't know any of us."

"Apparently I should? He's taking most, not all. Enough to convince her that I'm not Ozpin, but not enough to damage anything. I think."

"I'm hearing a lot of doubts, there, Oz. Hey, can I talk to Ozymandias a second?"

Oz's eyes flashed, ceding control to Ozymandias, who found themselves being snarled at by a very protective Qrow, much to his confusion.

"Listen to me, king or not. If what you're attempting hurts Oz in any way, I will find a way to make you regret it."

Ozymandias blinked Oz's amber eyes, looking almost impressed. "i will endeavor not to harm the child, child." Qrow glared at him for the comment, but Ozymandias sighed. "You are a child, to me. All of you are. So very young, to bear my war..."

The eyes flashed gold again and Oz was back, still looking rather impressed with Qrow. His eyes and smile were very soft as he looked at him, though, making the kids feel like they might be intruding on something. It wasn't a good feeling, but at least it passed quickly as Oz got a highly focused look on his face again, eyes suddenly far away.

"Now, child? I need you to let go, go to sleep." There was a soft looking bed in the meeting place in Oz's mind, looking inviting to the boy. He looked down, blinking as he saw adult proportions, before shrugging and doing as he was told. He could feel himself relaxing almost instantly, blinking sleepily up at Ozymandias for a moment before his eyelids got too heavy to keep open. Ozymandias hovered, gazing down at the sleeping form, first Ozpin, then briefly... worryingly... Tip, then flickering back to the headmaster. He just hoped that flickering wasn't indicative of any problems out there.

The boy's eyes shot open and he stared around at the room, looking terrified as he did so. His eyes seemed to pass over most of them without truly seeing them, but locked on to Weiss with a startled cry of relief.

"Willow! I... where, where are we?" Weiss couldn't quite supress the flinch at his words. So, not Tip, then...

"... Winter? It's alright, you're safe here. Something happened, but we'll fix it. Nobody is going to hurt you, I won't let them."

"You... you're not Willow, are you? Where am I?" He was visibly starting to panic now, trembling from shock as much as from anything else, eyes wide and terrified.

"Ozymandias, now would be a good time to stop..." Qrow growled, making, brothers, Winter Schnee flinch. The boy's eyes met his briefly and there was the barest flicker of recognition before it faded.

"... Qrow?" He sounded fragile, hopeful, for a second, before shrinking further in the chair, making himself as small as possible, still trembling. He seemed to derive some comfort from Oscar's presence at least, even if nobody was entirely sure he'd actually noticed it yet.

"Yeah, pocketsized. It's me." There was no recognition now, though, whatever it was Ozymandias had been trying to accomplish had obviously gone very, very wrong.

"... Tip?" Oscar ventured, tentatively, and the boy stared at him as though only seeing his presence now he'd spoken.

"I'm... Winter, I... who are you? Where am I? Please?"

"I'm... I'm Oscar. I'm your brother, or at least I usually am? You don't remember me, do you?"

Winter just shook his head, looking overwhelmed. Oscar held his arms out to the younger boy, but Winter didn't take him up on the offer of the hug, still glancing at Weiss who'd also come over to join them.

"You're not Willow. But you look like Willow... what?"

"You, you are in the future, Winter. We're trying to fix things, but you will be alright. I'm Weiss, I'm your niece, Willow's daughter. I'm pleased to meet you, uncle." Her smile was tremulous but her eyes were genuine. After all, she never thought she'd ever meet the version of her little uncle that had been truly Winter.

In Oz's mind, Ozpin flickered again, first Tip, then Ozpin, then Tip... Ozymandias groaned. Whatever was going on, it was time to wake them up. The experiment had obviously gone very wrong somewhere. He reached out and shook the thin shoulder, blinking as it bulked up in his hand. The man in the bed flinched and shot upright, screaming. Outside, Winter screamed, too, then collapsed into sobs as Ozpin got up. His mind felt like a jumbled mess, disorganised scraps of thoughts fighting to make themselves heard amongst the sea.

He was Tip. He was Winter. He was Ozpin, Ozymandias, Ozaryn...Ozma... so many others. He was lost in the storm of memories and felt things start to click into place. Whatever else had happened, the merge was certainly far nearer completion now.

He waited, hoping that he'd be Tip again. That was all he could do.

Finally, the storm settled. Tip blinked around at the shocked looks on the other's faces, eyes aching from tears, throat sore from sobbing.

"My... apologies, my friends. I do believe that was a failed experiment." Oscar hugged him fiercely at that, Weiss laying one trembling hand on his hair. Qrow looked vaguely homicidal and Tip flinched.

"Let me talk to him, pocketsized."

"Not if you plan to scream at him, Qrow. To an extent, this worked. I wasn't Oz, I was someone else."

"You were Winter, pocketsized. That was... terrifying. No, the experiment failed. He doesn't get to do that to you again." Tip rooted in his bag for a second, finding his teddy bear and cradling it, looking lost and young and so very fragile and Qrow sighed. "That's not fair, Oz... you don't get to guilt me like that. Listen, I promise not to yell at him, but I really do need to talk to Ozymandias, okay?"

Tip nodded, eyes flashing gold.

"Never. Again." Qrow growled out, though at least Ozymandias looked apologetic.

"No. The experiment was, in certain areas, a success, but no. We'll find another way."

[killerandhealerqueen]

Hey sass long time no see

Can you write a headcanon where jiang yuelou went on a Mission and when he came back he comes to know yuzhi lost his memory and forget about jiang yuelou it hurts him but even though from distance he took care of yuzhi write how you want but make it hurt/comfort type :)

Hello! Happy New Year! And I absolutely can, I hope you enjoy it

Jiang Yuelou had never once regretted taking a case before

Until now

He had taken a case where he had to go undercover for a few weeks, at least a month, and when he returned from his case, he was informed that Chen Yuzhi had gotten injured and had lost his memory.  

Of everyone

“Weren’t you supposed to be watching him?!”

Song Rong and Sun Yongren nodded

“We did!  It was an accident; this car just came out of nowhere and hit him!”

Jiang Yuelou was quiet before he frowned

“Cars don’t just “come out of nowhere”…not on this part of the street.  I bet this was a hit”

Song Rong and Sun Yongren looked at him in horror

“But who would want to hurt him?!”

Jiang Yuelou shook his head

“I don’t know…but find out”

Song Rong and Sun Yongren nodded as Jiang Yuelou walked away from them and made to head out of his office

“Where are you going?”

“To see Chen Yuzhi”

Jiang Yuelou then headed out of the police station to Chen Yuzhi’s clinic, about to step inside when he noticed a group of thugs surrounding his doctor

‘What’s going on here?’

He then watched as one of the thugs leaned down and got into Chen Yuzhi’s face

“Come on, doc…you know you gotta pay the protection tax or else…bad things might happen to you or your clinic”

Chen Yuzhi sighed

“And I told you, I’m not going to be bullied into paying some stupid “protection tax”. Please go bother someone else”

The leader of the thugs growled before he reached out and grabbed Chen Yuzhi by the tie and yanked him forward so that his face was in his face

“Why you little—”

“Ahem”

The thugs and Chen Yuzhi froze before they all looked over to see Jiang Yuelou standing in the entrance of the clinic, his arms crossed in front of him, a look of irritation on his face

The thugs’ eyes widened and the leader quickly released Chen Yuzhi before he and his partners rushed out of the clinic, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi watching them leave before Jiang Yuelou turned to look at Chen Yuzhi, rushing over to him

He then reached out and cupped his face in his hands, looking him over

“Are you okay?”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him with wide eyes before he nodded

“Oh, um…yes. I’m…fine”

He then slowly pulled his face out of Jiang Yuelou’s hands before he looked at him

“Do I…know you?”

Jiang Yuelou looked back at him before he smiled weakly and held out his hand

“Commissioner Jiang Yuelou”

Chen Yuzhi’s eyes widened and he quickly reached out his hand, shaking it

“Commissioner Jiang!  T-Thank you!”

Jiang Yuelou smiled

“My pleasure”

Chen Yuzhi then dipped his head

“I’m sorry you had to see that”

Jiang Yuelou shook his head

“Don’t apologize. Has that happened before?”

Chen Yuzhi hummed

“It’s only started recently”

Jiang Yuelou growled softly

“Bastards”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him in surprise

“Oh…I didn’t think you’d care about something like that”

Jiang Yuelou looked at him aghast

“Of course I care! I care about all of the people in my city I’m supposed to protect.  You especially”

Chen Yuzhi tilted his head in surprise

“Me especially?”

Jiang Yuelou’s eyes widened before he cleared his throat

“Um.  If those people start bothering you again, you just give me a call.  I’ll deal with them”

Chen Yuzhi blinked

“Oh, you don’t have to do that—”

“I want to”

Chen Yuzhi looked at him in surprise before he smiled

“Thank you”

Jiang Yuelou nodded

“Of course. Take care, Dr. Chen”

He then turned and headed out of the clinic, Chen Yuzhi staring after him with a small frown; he felt like he knew the commissioner…even though they had only just met today

Why did he know him?

After that introduction, Jiang Yuelou came by the clinic almost every day, sometimes to drop off meat buns from the shop next door, sometimes just to check on Chen Yuzhi, and sometimes he just came to talk

Chen Yuzhi never knew why Jiang Yuelou always came by to hang out with him, as he was just a lowly doctor, no one special, but…he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the police commissioner’s company

And he hoped the commissioner enjoyed his company too…from what he could tell, he did, considering that every time he saw him, he smiled brightly

And sometimes…sometimes Chen Yuzhi caught Jiang Yuelou looking at him with the fondest expression he had ever seen

He had no idea why the police commissioner was looking at him like that, they weren’t exactly close, acquaintances at best, but…it made his heart flutter in a way that it hadn’t fluttered before

And before Chen Yuzhi knew it…he was falling in love with Jiang Yuelou

However, he knew that his feelings would probably never be reciprocated because he saw that Jiang Yuelou had a ring on his finger…and honestly, he should have put a stop to this because…well, Chen Yuzhi didn’t want to be a homewrecker

Whoever Jiang Yuelou’s partner was, he was sure they were wonderful and they were lucky to have Jiang Yuelou so…he knew what he was going to have to do

However, before Chen Yuzhi could tell Jiang Yuelou that he should stop coming to see him, the thugs that had been harassing him from before returned, all of them storming into his office before the leader walked over to Chen Yuzhi, grabbing him by the throat

“Told you should have paid, Dr. Chen.  Now you’re gonna suffer the consequences”

Chen Yuzhi let out a choked noise as he scrabbled at the thug’s hand, trying to get them to let go, when the thug suddenly slammed him against his wall of many drawers, causing him to cry out in pain as his head cracked against the wood

He then hissed in pain before he looked at the thug holding him by the throat and growled, kicking the thug in the chest, sending him flying backwards

As he went flying backwards, Chen Yuzhi collapsed to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, just as another thug suddenly kicked him in the chest, causing him to cry out in pain again and curl into a ball to protect himself

The thugs then began to whale on Chen Yuzhi, kicking him repeatedly over and over again until Jiang Yuelou suddenly burst into the clinic, his gun drawn

“Police!”

The thugs froze and turned to look at him and his gun before they each pulled out their own guns, all of them firing at Jiang Yuelou, who dove for cover before peeking back out and began returning fire

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long for him to take out all of the thugs and once they were down, he quickly rushed into the clinic and over to Chen Yuzhi, who was curled into himself, whimpering in pain

“Chen Yuzhi. Baby”

He then reached out and carefully scooped Chen Yuzhi into his arms, cradling him close

“Oh sweetheart. You’re okay, I’m here now.  I’ve got you, baby”

He then pushed himself to his feet, carrying Chen Yuzhi out of the clinic

When Chen Yuzhi woke a little while later, he found himself lying in a hospital bed

He then looked over to see Jiang Yuelou sitting beside him, holding his hand tightly in his

“J-Jiang Yuelou?”

Jiang Yuelou looked over at him with wide eyes and quickly let go of his hand before he reached up, cupping his face in his hand

“Sweetheart. Are you okay?”

Chen Yuzhi nodded

“I think so…”

Jiang Yuelou then tilted his head

“What do you remember?”

Chen Yuzhi hummed

“I…I remember I was going to tell you something and then those thugs came into clinic and…attacked me”

Jiang Yuelou raised an eyebrow

“What were you going to tell me?”

Chen Yuzhi laughed softly

“I…I was going to tell you that we should stop seeing each other…or that you should stop seeing me.  I noticed that you’re wearing a ring…I didn’t want to break up your marriage…”

He then looked at Jiang Yuelou and smiled

“And then when those thugs smacked my head into my drawers, I remembered…that I’m the one who’s married to you”

Jiang Yuelou looked at him with wide eyes before he grinned

“Damn right you are”

He then leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead

“So you remember me know?”

Chen Yuzhi laughed before he looked up at him fondly

“How could I ever forget you?”

Jiang Yuelou smiled before he leaned down again, this time kissing him gently on the lips before he pulled away and looked at him, his eyes fond as well

“I hope you never do”

Chen Yuzhi smiled and shook his head

“Never”

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 8: Dissociation

tw: blood, restraints, dissociation, temporary memory loss

This doesn’t feel real. And yet it was. Whumpee felt like they were dreaming, a hazy dream where any second they would wake up, but they didn’t. They decided to attempt a reality check. Whumpee could feel pain, their body was writhing in it, and the blood flowing from their body seemed real enough. They pulled on the chains keeping them to the wall, and those didn’t give. This must be real, but why do I feel like this? For a moment, Whumpee couldn’t remember what happened to them or how they got there. Their last memory was of being at Caretaker’s place for dinner, laughing and eating and having a good time. How did it go so downhill? Whumpee couldn’t remember, but that was the least of their problems. They were losing blood fast, and they didn’t know how much more they could take. There was nothing around them they could use as a bandage or to stop the bleeding, but they couldn’t process it and panic didn’t settle in. They just felt hazy. Whumpee didn’t know how long they sat there, in semi-darkness, watching their blood pool on the floor. At some point, a door opened, and blinding light flowed around a human figure. The light snapped Whumpee out of it. Everything got real really quickly, and suddenly they could remember the trunk of a car, a sadistic laugh, restraints, pain upon pain and their own screams echoing across the walls. The agony they were in seemed to increase in that moment, and they panicked at the pain they were in and the blood loss. The figure spoke. “You’re losing a lot of blood, I must have gone too far this time.” Whumper laughed, and Whumpee noted that he didn’t apologize. “Let’s get you stitched up before anything bad happens. I don’t want to say goodbye just yet.” This is real. Whumper moved closer, and Whumpee wished they were dreaming.

[maroontragedy]

HE'S UNBELIEVABLE!

HE'S INCREDIBLE!

HE CAN WIN THIS!

AKUTAGAWA CAN REALLY WIN THIS!

dude, that's your mortal enemy (now go propose or smth)

[uniquevoidflowers]

CW: Blood, Temporary Character Death, Torture, Memory Loss

He was drifting.

When he opened his eyes he saw something red, smeared across the ceiling of wherever he was, and everything hurt.

"Not dead yet, hm? I guess they don't call you the Hero of Legend for no reason," A gruff voice snarled and he didn't have the strength to respond, to lash out at his captor. There were footsteps coming closer to his ears. "No matter. You are still mortal, even for a hero chosen by the goddess. You will meet your end soon enough. Any words left?"

When he said nothing he felt a hand grip his hair and pull him up. He blinked wearily at the red-eyed captor and couldn't even cry out as something sharp pierced his chest and he was dropped to the ground. He felt everything go dark...after a quick sad thought of leaving the others.

Drifting.

He was drifting through a black sea of darkness. He wandered through it, the sea more of a thick, impossible mist that he couldn't see through, and felt around him. All his hands touched was mist, all he heard was silence. The air smelled like smoke, but it didn't make his lungs burn or his eyes sting.

After wandering for what seemed like forever, he gave up and sat down in the darkness. There was some sort of surface, but when he sat down all he felt was something cold. He hugged his knees to his chest and tried to contemplate why he was there.

He couldn't remember.

In fact, what was his name? Who was he, again?

It made his head ache to try and recall himself so he stopped and made a show of pushing around the mist, to distract himself. It didn't do so much as move slightly, instead just covering his hands with black smoky, fog. He pretended it did. When he couldn't do that anymore, he stood up again and sprinted through the darkness, eyes flickering to look at his surroundings and find anything new.

He found a mirror, a crack running through it. As he approached it, one side was him, marred with all the scars and wounds he'd gained on his adventures. No matter how much he tried to change his expression to something lighter, the mirror showed an almost emotionless face.

On the other side was a young boy, resembling him, and the smile on his face was ruined by a crack that split his face into two expressions. The smiling, content young boy that had no scars, and the crying, horrified boy that had definitely gained a few scars.

He didn't know what that meant.

He decided he didn't want to know, and kicked over the mirror, watching it shatter into a million tiny shards. He didn't so much as take a glance at the mirror after that, walking away.

He walked, and walked.

His footsteps were mute, as he continued walking and walking, even as his feet began to hurt. This...place seemed endless.

Time passed, how much was impossible to tell. He gave up on walking, his feet numb and he collapsed on the ground. He stared up into the mist and felt something wet on his lashes. He turned his head to let the wetness seep out of his eyes and drip, drip, drip. It splashed on the ground with a noise, a noise, and it shoved the mist away.

For a moment, anyway.

He kept crying, if only to keep the darkness away for a few minutes longer. Suddenly, a hand was stretched out to him. Startled, he wiped away his tears and grabbed the hand desperately. The hand felt rough and weird but it tightened its grasp on him and he was pulled upwards. As he was being pulled up, and up, his chest began to burn as something like a heartbeat pounded in his ears. He was met with a flashing light before he was met with something that wasn't darkness. A room. He shot up and saw a red-eyed face and a sharp grin. "Oh, it worked. We'll have a lot more fun, don't worry."

He felt fear spike up from those words and he scrambled backwards. A blade glistened in the moonlight shining through the window of the cell, and the glistening of red.

There was a crash.

The blade was lowered, then he heard a muttered curse before the cell door opened and closed quickly. He was alone, until he heard the door creak back open. "Veteran?" Someone new breathed, sounding frantic.

Was he "Veteran"?

When he didn't answer there were strong arms pulling him up off the ground and holding him. He flinched and for some reason, there was a huge sigh, filled with a sense of relief. The someone spoke, "Hey, vet, we're getting you out of here, I promise. Can you tell me something? Speak to me?"

"Who're you?" He asked.

“…Buddy, it’s me, Warriors. You don’t remember?” Warriors whispered, worriedly.

He shook his head and there was silence. Warriors stood up, and shifted sightly. “Legend, I’m going to get us outta here and we’ll figure this all out okay? It’ll be alright.”

Veteran. Vet. Legend.

He decides to trust Warriors, feeling something familiar about him and watches as his vision warps into blurs of greys and oranges as Warriors runs outside of the cell.

[wangxianficrecs]

Helping Yourself by nirejseki

Helping Yourself

by nirejseki (@robininthelabyrinth)

Not rated, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian leaves the Burial Mounds with a brand new power, but the resentful energies have so corroded his mind that he's forgotten - many things. The name of the cultivator in purple, for example. The reason they hate their enemies so much. All he knows is how he feels about them. And there's this one cultivator in white that makes him feel - something else. Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he knows what that something is. Kay's comments: A super interesting AU in which Wei Wuxian returns from his three months in the Burial Mounds unable to remember the people around him while still remembering the feelings he has for them, which leads to some heart-breaking and some fun conclusions! Excerpt: There was only one problem. At first he’d thought the one in white was the one in purple’s friend – they spent an awful lot of time huddled together trying to think of ways to cure him – but eventually it’d been explained to him that they weren’t. In fact, the one in purple said that the one in white had previously hated him. Wei Wuxian didn’t like that. He had no idea why he didn’t like that, but he didn’t. “You’re not allowed to hate me,” he told the one in white, cornering him one day and poking him in the chest. “You’re not. You need to like me. You understand? You can’t dislike me.” The one in white blinked. He had very long eyelashes, and pretty golden irises beneath them. “I don’t dislike Wei Ying,” he said. “Good,” Wei Wuxian said, satisfied.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, memory loss, temporary amnesia, short-term memory loss, propositions, hurt/comfort, hopefuly ending

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[kandicon]

Actually I can't stop thinking about Tim gaining a bit of weight during her time as Persephone and it's killing me now

[skebbles]

Doodles for chapter 2!

[mikami1992]

Crazy Idea #4.3

Part 1.    Part 2

Danny is furious...

He is already starting to see the future repercussions of the last 24 hours... and he already knew who was to blame...

He just had to say the "I wish" near Desire so that immediately a lot of people he doesn't know end up in the Ghost King's castle...

and some have not left yet!!

And in the little that he remembered (damn Al Capone's ghost liquor, he assures that he erases your inhibitions and leaves you with a blurred memory for a week), in his castle it happened:

-two weddings (he believes that he was the one who married them)

-a divorce (he is sure it was unilateral, if the cry of "YOU DARE TO TRY A DIVORCE, YOU WILL SEE ME, MY LOVELY HUSBAND" that woke him up says anything to him)

-He got engaged (he hopes that Damian Wayne's memories return more quickly, they have a lot to talk about)

- the union of some extremely dangerous people (his surprise when he entered the library to see Clockwork, an old butler, a pink-haired woman and... a talking rabbit stuffed animal?... having tea next to the chimney is something to see... he better get out of there as quickly as possible, he doesn't want to know what they're talking about)

-Some people are missing (where is Dani, Sam and .. Ember?, Skulker went by asking for his girlfriend, he don't knows since when she has been missing)

- Some people (spirits, gods, beings?) that he still doesn't know or remember are still in the castle (the bride and groom are in one of the towers still asleep... with clothes thank God... and a complete set of stuffed animals/spirits/talking gods are making a mess in the kitchen together with cujo)

...and many more things that he saw in his relentless search for him, all so that finally, after hours, he would find the culprit of everything...

"TUCKER!!!!!!!"

[impossible-rat-babies]

I am thinking about dirge despite everything that they still have bouts of dealing with the massive cranial damage that occurred at moonrise. like that is still very much there

[badassbutterfly1987]

Sometimes I'll write a character as disabled (or queer or neurodivergent, etc.) because I think it will add an interesting layer to them or the setting. And sometimes it's just cathartic projection.

Me, having a lousy pain day:

Me, looking at the characters I like/am comfortable writing:

Me: "Alright, which of you bastards am I writing as disabled?"

[wyvchard]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 27

Prompts for today: What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Prompt/s used: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / I don't remember what happened to me.

Content Warnings: concussion, explosion, temporary memory loss, past trauma

Event by: @whumperless-whump-event

Fandom: I Expect You to Die (Spoilers for the Spy and the Liar)

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"Agent. Agent, are you there?"

Agent Phoenix opened their eyes to see a familiar examination room, their blood immediately running cold as the memories scrambled to form anything coherent.

"I-I'm here. I'm here," they said while pressing their earpiece to reply. Their words were still on the tip of their tongue as they felt someone shine a light directly into their eyes.

"S-stop." They reached out their hand to block out the light.

"Do you remember what happened?"

Those words gave them pause, nausea worsening as they recalled the last time they were asked this question.

"I don't remember what happened to me." They clenched their fists as they looked up, although they forgot why.

"There was an explosion. We barely made it on time but you still hit your head."

"I didn't win all those awards for nothing."

"... I don't... remember."

"Excuse me." The voice that they used to hear from their earpiece was given more clarity as a warm hand removed it. "Agent, do you recognize me?"

They know they should recognize the man in front of them. However, their memories are eluding them.

All they can ask was one specific question.

"... What's my favorite color?"

[zealctry]

the question that no one has ever asked themselves but needs to be addressed: Would Hidan survive a bullet through the brain? and the answer is yes, yes he absolutely would, and in time, he would recover from it perfectly, as if he had a blueprint of his prior neural connections that merely needs to be replicated/restored.

but in the interim, he might have the weirdest behavioural and cognitive changes/abnormalities, depending on the affected brain region(s) (either directly or indirectly) - that I, as a neuroscientist, can't help but be highly intrigued by.