The number of citations.....and the fact that I'm almost a hundred percent sure it's an INCOMPLETE LIST AJSHDHAJDJDKSKDJ

DPXDC Prompt #144

Jazz had really been trying her best lately. Her aim had gotten a bit better but her baby brother kept getting sucked into the thermos by her. She really did just want to help him out and make his life easier but instead she kept getting a in the way. They had found him wandering the streets with no memory at 5 years but whenever he’d get questioned about his past family he’d look around the room for someone before he’d hide behind Jazz and try not to cry.

The portal accident followed not too soon after his 7th birthday and about a year had passed. It started with a simple wish, “I wish I knew what he went through when he was younger.” Suddenly she found herself shrinking smaller and smaller until she looked about 8. Then she gets thrown into a portal and when she gets up she meets a kid about the same age as Danny. This kid looked like him except for his emerald green eyes.

How about some head cannons for blue berry academy students befriending a new student reader who turns out to be a faller? The reader is from our world and does have at least some memory loss.

And so I might have turned it into a fic and not a list of HCs... lemme know if you want me to rewrite it lol -- it was getting kinda long so this might just be a part one of two if people actually like it. If not I'll just move onto other things :p

With the multi-billion dollar project underway to extend Blueberry Academy's underwater campus, there's been an influx of new students lining up to attend the recently founded institution!

As for you who may or may not have crash-landed in Unova not long ago -you with no credentials- there's no way you could have applied to join the wave of incoming students... had it not been for a string of improbable events that tied you up in some top secret plot.

An unpredicted meteor ripped through the planet's atmosphere in the late hours of night. A burst of unusual green-blue energy had not only been visible to the naked eye, but it set off all the satellite radars in the region. And what stumbled out of the impact zone was the most unlikely part of the story.

... Where... were you? Did you... fall asleep again? Opening your eyes, the cold midnight wilderness flashed alight with an eerie aurora floating close to the ground. The dust was settling, but instead of dispersing into the dirt, it'd been floating up back toward the clear starflecked sky. The surrounding field stood littered with broken shards of... something. They'd been decaying into twinkling flakes light enough to float off the ground — and being that it was pitch black, the only light you had to see was quickly dispersing from the stripped soil and clumps of torn up grass. Once they'd burnt the last of their light, it had left you nothing but one last gentle light source. Registering the mysterious shimmering crystal not far from your face, you sat up, with no proper sense of how you'd got there or what it had been doing on top of you. You must've walked for miles with it in your arms before passing out from exhaustion.

...

You're really asleep again. You tried to cry out, open your eyes. Nothing happened. You tried to feel your fingertips, your breath in and out of your nose. Where is your body? Nothing... happened. The shell forming around you kept out the melded together white silhouettes, but it also kept you in. But a woman burst through the doors, and you couldn't make out here face as she yelled at them to stop. No, all you could make out was the familiar pattern of her earrings. "Can't you see that you can't drill through this?!" She pushed them out of the way, standing between you and their stainless steel tools. "You'll do nothing but hurt the both of them!"

. There's some illegible message displayed on the device you hold in your hands. You look down at it, not remembering what you were doing before.

You can't make out any of the details anymore, but you're unable to look away as you hear the sound effect from pressing the A-button. The symbols warp into familiar letters. You suddenly feel a slightly overshadowing presence behind you. At last, comprehensible text materializes.

"And so you have returned with some pretense of self awareness. Not as you were before, however."

You press the A-button again. "More a shell of what you once were... Something I lament to say likely cannot be reversed." A-button. "Nay, you are not the you that I once knew." You... press it again. "..." It does not speak, so you press it again.

And again.

"I am at a loss as to whether I should mourn a past that has faded into obscurity or feel at peace knowing that you are as ever-changing as the world you left in my charge." You press the button one more time, but the voice seems to hesitate for a moment, thinking of what next to say.

". . . "

"Regardless, I have been awaiting your return for a very long time."

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Better to get up and put on your tacky school uniform now than fall back asleep and wait to be dragged out from your boring old dorm room by the scruff.

Being taken as a test subject in the most remote middle-of-the-ocean facility felt more like being held prisoner than enrolling in school. Your homeroom teacher, Ms. Briar, had served as a reminder that the muddy flashes of memories you had of being encased in a living crystal were, in fact, real. She seems to know a lot about the creature you woke up holding, but next to nothing about you. While still mildly annoyed by her poking and prodding, you've warily come to accept that her endless curiosity is not out of cruelty. She is... respectful toward you. Not of your boundaries, but she's fascinated with you in a mild manner that does not immediately endanger your safety. Speaking of, as you sat down and slung your bag over the desk chair, Terapagos came tumbling out, clinking clumsily against the floor. "Aaa-" It cried, stuck on its back. Or, well, not it. He. You quickly scooped him up and set him back on his legs. He's looking up at you, nudging your shoe with his head. His unusually large eyes sparkle as he stares with unmatched innocence, waiting for you to bend over and pick him up. Which you do, knowing the pink haired girl that sits a few rows behind you is vibrating in her seat. "Cute... so cute..." She's mumbling under her breath. Ever since you 'enrolled' she'd done nothing but stare at your companion, which he seemed to find uncomfortable if the pulling at your shoelace wasn't enough to convey that fact. "Alright, little guy, alright. I'm on it." You huff, gently plucking him off the ground with two hands. He cries out in joy and she suddenly clutches her heart, falling backward out of her seat.

...

Nobody here talks to you. Not because they haven't tried, but because every attempt has been met with you either pretending you hadn't heard them or getting up and walking out the classroom. All Briar had to do was take the attendance. They couldn't necessarily threaten you into forced bonding with others. No, your real confinement was having to go into the terrarium and complete menial tasks for the equivalent of money just so you could buy food and school supplies. You didn't even want to be here, you just didn't have anywhere better to go. Apparently they just wanted to protect you for the time being, but there's no way in hell you'd believe that's why they sent you into glorified solitary confinement in the middle of the ocean. Everyone else had permission to come and go whensoever they pleased.

No, your only equals here were your few Pokemon friends. The researchers might've claimed to be keeping your friends in the terrarium for the sake of their health and the preservation of the outside world it mimicked, but you'd never believe in their so called pure intentions. No, this was a pretty little garden for outsiders looking in, and a cage too small for ornate living decorations like you.

Terapagos had been your only one constant since day one, and he was wary of most other people. You trusted his judgement the most. Most other people. The lunch ladies were apparently the saints of the Pokemon world. The food staff are genuinely kind, and Terapagos is a fiend for all types of Pokemon confections you're quickly learning. They've told you that most Pokemon have a taste preference, but not your special little pal, though the poor thing had such a tiny stomach that does not match his monstrous appetite at all.

There's one other person Terapagos had once been intent on pestering in at the cafeteria, but was quickly distracted by another helping of berries and whipped cream.

Compliments to the hardworking Alcremie in the kitchen, they were the only ones who could truly keep his menace at bay... You were endlessly thankful for the distraction, anyway. You wouldn't have known what to do if he'd marched right on up to the four of them chatting amongst themselves over lunch. Red haired dude. Pink haired girl. Scary four eyes. Annoying dragon jerk. Everyone knew who they were. Those were the most problematic trainers in all the Academy.

Today's Daily Degurechaff is... Regular Tanya is on vacation day 6 - Amnesia/Memory Loss AU

Some Four and amnesia content for @kasanya-01 .

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He was alive, and everything hurt.

“Whoa, easy! It’s just us, Four.”

He was alive, and every blink exacerbated the slow-blurry-tilting haze around him.

“You’re safe, I promise. Please, put the sword down.”

He was alive, and it felt like his head was going to split open.

“It’s okay! Breathe with me. Just breathe, Four. Nobody is going to hurt you.”

He was alive, and something was terribly, terribly wrong.

“Have his eyes always been so red?”

He was…

He was.

“Get away from me,” he yelped, ignoring the sting from his split lower lip. Reality began to focus. He was surrounded by strangers.

“We’re friends, Four. Allies.” The closest of the strangers raised their hands in a conciliatory manner. The callouses across their palms promised violence.

“I’m… Link,” he said, not entirely confident. The name wasn’t right, wasn’t all, but it felt better than anything else. “I don’t… know you. Stay away. Stay back!”

It worked, somewhat. So did raising his sword a little higher. They kept their distance, warier than before. Worried, even.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” the stranger with pink hair asked. Beside him stood a frightening man in armor, his magic too dark, too otherworldly, to be safe. Link took a cautious step backward, trembling in fear.

“I’m— I don’t… I don’t know?” The pain in his head was a likely hint. “I was hurt. You hurt me?”

“No,” the stranger with the fur pelt answered, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re our friend. We’d never hurt you.”

“You got hit by some curse,” the youngest of the strangers explained, anxiously picking at a loose thread on his pants. “It must’ve affected your memory.”

Link wished he could close his eyes, but weakness wasn’t an option. A curse? “What about—“ His voice cracked, so he tried again. “What about the others? Where are the others?”

The eight strangers pretended to be confused. They were almost believable. “Others?” the one with the scarf asked. “You mean the monsters? We slayed them.”

Link shook his head, regretting it when the movement made him feel queasy. “No, the others.”

“Who do you mean?”

Link wished he knew. Goddess, he wished he knew. To his dismay, tears sprung to his eyes. Being this emotional didn’t feel right. Then again, nothing did.

“Guys,” the stranger with long hair murmured, “give us some space, please.” He looked at Link with such empathy, body language loose and unthreatening. Link had to fight the urge to run forward and let himself be comforted.

“Where are they?” he whispered.

The stranger shook his head. “There were never any others. Just us.”

A lie. It had to be a lie. Link swallowed past the lump in his throat and tightened his grip. He only hoped he was brave enough to survive whatever trap this was.

do x dc prompt #62

danny is hit with a memory wiping gadget courtesy of vlad, with the intention of creating the perfect son, but he falls through a portal into gotham before vlad can do anything.

now under the assumption that he’s a full ghost, he wanders the streets and meets gotham’s vigilantes. they get closer and eventually danny getting moved into the manor to get him off the streets is brought up.

they explain that they don’t want to see him dead on the streets from some rogue attack.

danny is forced to face his inner turmoil about hanging out with the vigilantes, because they see him as family, someone worth protecting even.

how is he supposed to tell them that they’ve never seen him alive in the first place?

Ouside of giving the keyknife and comforting Mirabelle, The Change God doesn't do much else for their worshippers. They are just happy to watch what happens.

Meanwhile The Universe saw The King and Siffrin making a wish and went 'Sure I'll grand BOTH of your wishes!!'

Seeing Me in You

-Pet whump, Box boy universe/BBU adjacent, institutionalized slavery, recovery, whumpee turned caretaker, memory loss/amnesia, brainwashing, conditioning

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Delivery

Unboxing

First Order of Business

A Real Name 

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It's weird to think that with Jordana being a teenager in the middle of a revenge journey and Cinder being an adult who is at most 20 years old who likes to beat up kids, that leaves Jay as the second oldest (probably the less... immature if you compare him to the other two) in the Wolf Clan after the 60-year-old tiger.

When is he NOT, TARDIS wiki????

LU Headcanon for Wild!

I imagine Wild before becoming the chosen hero had a lot of friends in his village or wherever he lived. Mipha remembered a time when he was lively and happy, and I headcanon he was well loved in his home, if not by parents then by his friends.

The reason I love this headcanon is because Wild only really remembers his time as the hero in the games, meaning he would have no memory of those before when his life was simple and happy. He would have no way of remembering the people who cared for him before his new found family. Extra points if the lu boys remind him of people he knew, but he's not sure of who exactly.

Kinda tragic, but I live for angst.

Jason religious trauma au, kinda

Jason grew up in Camp Jupiter where the crime of patricide was considered one of the worst things you could ever do ever. (Like look how reyna was afraid to be arrested, who literally was living under abuse WTF new Rome) so I can imagine the very idea of speaking out against his father fills him with with such deep fear and guilt and disgust that he’d rather die in a hole. Like a Roman version of Christian guilt.

— Milky Quartz

Nothing much is known about her yet, and she has this issue herself after landing on earth and shattering her gemstone. She spends her first days on earth wandering and cowering, unable to remember who she is, or why she fell towards the earth in the first place.

I’ve always found this interaction in Batman Superheavy between amnesia Bruce and our supposed Retired Joker to be so interesting as well as gut wrenching. DC’s choice to show us what both of these men could have been like without the trauma that made them what they are only to throw both of them right back into the bitter, harsh reality of their defined purpose in Gotham, somehow left me feeling like it was a cop out. There was never a happy ending for Joker, even in his ‘retirement’ he was ready to commit suicide and there was never a happy ending for Bruce either because the city would always find a way to make him Batman. No matter what happens to either of them, they can’t survive without the other and will always find ways to come back to each other. Even in his sanity Joker couldn’t stop himself from speaking to Bruce. It’s why I find this scene so confusing, why Joker wouldn’t want Bruce to become Batman again, so much so that he begs him not to. When Jokers actions, the gun, tell us a completely different story. They tell us that he misses Batman, he misses their dance. So why beg for the opposite of what you want?

The brain rot has won, I have posted the first chapter. Hope you guys follow along and enjoy the ride!

Chapter 1: The Veiled Bride - Hua Cheng makes a deal to handle a ghost groom in order to stay in the mortal realm. To accomplish his goal, however, he will need a bride.

FIC SUMMARY:

The Martial God of Death, Hua Cheng, ascended with little to no memory of his mortal life before godhood. What he did know was that he did it for…Someone. Someone so beloved and so ingrained in his heart that, even when he had lost all memory, he remembered he needed to look for them. Even without knowing who they were.

With his mission in mind, he made an agreement with Heaven to allow him to stay in the mortal realm to look for that Someone.

Except…he seems to have caught the eye of The Scourge of Heaven, the Lord of the Ghost City, and The Mad Calamity: Fangxin, the Crimson Sword Deathly Flower.

Or: A HuaLian Reverse!AU resulting from a very specific canon divergence point.

Updates will probably be monthly, but I'll do my best to update as fast as possible, however, I will be rotating between fics :)

*clings onto any and all characters who show both subtle or explicit signs of plurality from all of my various interests and hyperfixations consistently throughout my entire life* no no its all a coincidence im just fascinated with the concept i certainly dont relate to it haha