#Tw memory loss | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

The Tumblr app for Google Glass was released on May 16, 2013.

ghouljams · 9 months

Note

not to be a slut but what if price tapped witch?

"Why don't we just wipe her and try again?" Gaz asks, already on his feet and moving towards you with an efficiency you haven't seen in years. You try not to be intimidated by the threat. Price wouldn't let anything happen to you, at least you don’t think he would. You trust him, and he must trust Gaz or he wouldn't have brought him. So you’re doing your best to trust Gaz as well.

"Not a good-" Price's words are cut short by Gaz's fingers pressing against your forehead with a soft tap before you can even think to swat his hand away. Price shoots to his feet almost as quickly as you feel the pierce of wild magic sliding through your brain. A jagged knife pushing home between the hemispheres of your brain, snapping synapses and tearing tissue. Your eyes go wide as agony sweeps over you.

"Price?" You don't know what you mean to say after that, or even what your intentions with it were in the first place. The sharp block of fae magic sits menacingly between your thoughts, pushing out everything else with increasingly painful precision. When you look at Price for help you taste blood, feel tears spill down your cheeks. Price's face contorts into something akin to panic as he reaches for you.

The two fae are snapped from your home, your wards identifying and expelling the threats as you stumble to your feet. You can't make your eyes focus on anything but the bright crimson blood that coats your fingertips as you draw them away from your lips. Your nose is bleeding.

Price pounds on the door, yelling for you. You do your best to ignore it and drag yourself to your kitchen, hands shaking and breaths shallow as you open your apothecary cabinet. You grab- no you- you can't remember what you're supposed to grab in this situation. The pain is starting to make it hard to think, and your vision won't clear enough to read the scrawled labels on the bottles in front of you.

"Let me in Sweetheart," Price calls through your door, "please let me in," his voice sounds as desperate as the bang of his fist against the wood, "I can fix this, please."

You can fix this too. You're sure you know how to fix this. You just cant- you can't recall it. You grip your head with a whine, dig your fingers against your hairline as pain shoots against the back of your eye. You need a proxy. You need something to take this pain so you can think about how to get the twisting knife out of your skull.

You try to open the large drawer in the middle of the cabinet and find it stuck. You jiggle the handle to try and coax it open, tugging blindly at the drawer. There’s poppets in there, raw materials, you’re sure- you’re sure if- fuck you’re not-

You press your shaking hands to your eyes, clawing at your head to try and release some of the pressure. It feels like your skull is about to explode. You try not to scream in pained frustration. Everything is too much. Too bright and searing. You’re losing parts of your brain as quickly as you can remember them. You feel like a cup being poured out, the profound loss of yourself a threatening undercurrent to the pain.

You need this -whatever it is- out of you. You try to remember your spells, your magic, the things your mother and grandmother have drilled into you since you were small. You don’t have time to think (couldn’t hope to anyway) you can only rely on the instinct that’s been nurtured in you.

You are raw unfiltered magic, built on generations of magical blood. It courses through your veins like a guiding compass and forces you forward, self preservation and adrenaline carrying you when your feet don't want to. The pounding. The pounding on the door. It's like a never ending drum beat, tattooing itself over your eardrums. There's someone very insistent at your door. A proxy, your ancestors whisper to you.

You rip the door open, grab the face of the man banging on it, and press. Press all the pain out of your body and into him, push the knife out of your skull and drive it as deep as you can into him until it doesn't hurt anymore, until you don't feel anything anymore. And he lets you. Whoever he is, he lets you pour the invading magic into him, his hand tight around your wrist as you do, holding you steady. He catches you around your waist when the adrenaline leaves you in a rush, and your legs can't support you anymore, holds you tight to his chest and murmurs soft kindnesses to you. You're not sure why when you've surely given him every painful reason to spit and curse at you.

"It's alright Sugar, it's- Christ what took you so long, I thought-" He presses his lips to your forehead, wiping away the last of whatever invading force was putting you through hell.

“Price I-” There’s another person here, you flinch away from his voice.

“Save it, you didn’t know.” Price, that’s a familiar name, cuts him off. Price crouches, adjusts his hold on you and slips an arm under your knees to lift you. “Witches are a rare breed,” He grunts, bouncing you a little in his hold to coax you to hang on, “and even if we didn’t mix like oil and water this one’s warded to hell and back.”

“Generational,” You mumble, trying to deepen your breathing, eyes squeezed shut against the sunlight.

“You comin’ back to me already, Sweetheart?” Price murmurs, there’s something rumbly and comforting in his chest. It makes you feel safe and held. You hum, not sure what he’s talking about. He smells good, cool like the winter breeze, after the horrible burning it’s a nice change. Price is mumbling something to himself, the rumbling starting to peter off as he does. That’s alright, it’s done its job leading you towards sleep. You’re jostled back to wakefulness with a few purposeful bounces. “You want me to put you to bed?” He asks softly, you think that’s a funny question considering he’s already trying to put you to sleep.

“Please.”

“Atta girl,” You feel when he passes through the threshold into your home. The wards raised and poised to attack the magic that had threatened their owner. You wish they wouldn’t bother you when you’re so worn out. That seems to work well enough for them to settle, humming in annoyance as Price carries you through the little archway separating the bedrooms from the main room of the house.

You’re set on a soft surface, your bed you think, and Price’s hands leave you to let you cuddle into your pillows. You open your eyes as he pulls the curtains over your window. The dim light makes you feel soft and selfish, reaching a hand toward him as he turns. He catches your fingers with his own, crouching to meet your eyes. He kisses the tips of your fingers, your knuckles, he looks… regretful. His brows are drawn and his smile doesn’t reach the soft look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” You wonder how many people have heard him say that, something soft and warm settles between your ribs. You pull at his grip, push your cheek against his rough palm. He lets out a pained noise and draws back, “I can’t, Gaz and I-”

“S’okay,” You sigh and close your eyes again, pulling a pillow under your aching head, you’re starting to feel a little more yourself, “I’ll be here.”

“I know,” His fingers brush your hair from your face, “I’ll be back.”

You smile when his fingers don’t leave, tracing your features lightly, reverently, “I know.”

#1fae1 #oc: Witch #fae!Price #fae!Gaz #captain john price #john price #john price x reader #john price x oc #x oc #cod x oc #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #oh sorry did we forget that this is a horror #tw memory loss #tw head trauma #Gaz you are unfamiliar magic and wild magic already doesn't mix well with human magic #Price and Witch's magic has sort of reached an understanding #they're gentle with each other

625 notes · View notes

tangledinink · 9 months

Note

How did Swanatello react when Mikey told him they didn’t have a mother? How does he react after being told his memories are false? Does his family ever have to play along so as not to upset him?

[ prev ]

it depends on what kind of a day donnie is having, and they've definitely gotten better at handling things as they've gone along... while they usually try not to lie to him or 'play along,' per se, a lot of the time it's better to redirect the conversation rather than just... tell him no. his reactions vary, but straight up rejecting a memory or perception of his can be upsetting or disorientating. they usually try to ask questions to guide him back to 'reality' and gently correct or change the topic of conversation.

902 notes · View notes

vidavalor · 5 months

Note

👋 Hello! I love your metas and I was hoping you could help me out with something that still confuses me. All the evidence points to Crowley having had his memories taken by Heaven when he Fell, but why? Falling already punishes him and removes him as a threat, the two things which seem to be the purpose in Gabe's case, so what would the point be?

(Did I send this twice? I'm sorry if I sent it twice.)

Hello! :) Hope you're having a great night. I was making stuffing for Thanksgiving earlier so there are apples and hot apple cider for snacks tonight. (Problematic holiday, I know, but I do like the food.)

TWs for memory loss, trauma, PTSD.

I don't actually think that Crowley lost his memories when he Fell to Hell. Like you pointed out in your question when you referenced what The Metatron tried to do to Gabriel before Gabriel outsmarted them, taking memories from angels as punishment for subversion is a way of trying to keep fascist control. It's an attempt at eliminating threats to the social order of Heaven. (So are things like telling angels that they're superior to humanity and that to indulge in any human desires is beneath them, which serves a purpose of keeping them all from going to Earth and realizing how enjoyable being human is and defecting.) I don't actually see any evidence that memory loss is part of the actual Fall to Hell. If that were the case, then the memories of all the demons we've met should be suspect but the only demon we've actually met whose memory is shown to be unreliable is Crowley. We've gotten to know a half-dozen other demons over two seasons fairly well and none of them have problems remembering their times as angels that we've been shown so far. Add in the fact that S2 shows us that angels can lose their memories without being sent to Hell-- like what The Metatron tried to do to Gabriel, as well as what I think is implied happened to Muriel-- and now we have more evidence that a being can lose their memory in Heaven than we do that they lose it when they're sent to Hell.

That suggests to me that Crowley actually had his memories taken from him-- likely more than once-- while he was an angel, prior to his eventual Fall to Hell. It also makes this line make more sense:

Neil Gaiman has called Crowley "an unreliable narrator" regarding his Fall and that's a clever way of putting it, imo, because Crowley, we've come to learn, is an unreliable narrator about his entire existence pre-Fall, in the sense that he can't really remember it. He is unreliable about his Fall because he can't remember what led to it. He knows he asked a lot of questions but he doesn't remember what they were. His Fall was just what they did after they decided his inquisitiveness was irrepressible. I take the "sauntered vaguely downwards" as hinting that he lost his memories more than once and that he knows it. Crowley knows about his past more than he remembers his past, from what we've seen.

He knows he used to make stars and that he helped create gravity and build the universe. He knows some of the nebulae he made. He knows he knew Aziraphale. Knowing isn't the same as remembering, though. We know from his conversation with Gabriel that he's tried to force himself to remember things before and that it's been a very painful-- and not terribly successful-- process. I'd wager he's nearly discorporated himself more than once trying to remember Aziraphale. Most of what he knows about his past is probably what Aziraphale has told him. The rest is a blur of what he calls "looking at where the furniture isn't"-- bits and pieces without the context needed to understand them. If his memory is a room, then his experience with his memories of Heaven are basically I know that chair but... I don't know where I saw it before, if I've really seen it before, what happened the last time I saw it if I did, where it came from, who else knows about the chair, what room the chair is in, where the room is, what is in the empty spaces between the pieces of furniture, what the purpose of the room is, whether or not the chair is really a threat to me and if I can trust it, why the thought of this chair makes me feel the things I feel about it...

That's terrifying, right? That would be terrifying once and I think the fact that he's referred to as persistently asking questions and that he Fell "in the old days" where asking questions "was all you had to do to become a demon" indicates that he was damned to Hell once there eventually was one but, prior to that, he was punished with his memories taken and probably more than once.

Crowley has known nothing before but for the certainty that if he's just around that one, particular angel with the beautiful eyes that everything will be better.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #aziracrow #good omens meta #tw memory loss #tw ptsd #tw trauma

157 notes · View notes

yanderecookierunkingdom · 3 months

Note

Can I uhm request yandere prune juice cookie head canons like reader is a champion that's in the trio cup

Intriguing

Trigger/content warnings:

Forced relationship (love potion)

Memory loss (memory potions)

Prune Juice Cookie, when he first saw you, was struck by how.. interesting you were. You represented an up and coming school that somehow managed to get into the running, and here you were, representing them.

He was captivated by you in an instant. He needed to know you, understand you, why did you make him feel this way?

He'd often find times to sneak into your dorm, snoop around, and see what made you you. Anyone who saw him merely had a potion thrown in their face, and they forgot he was there.

You, too, would find you had gaps in your memory, often times relating to late at night. Your memory would just.. stop, and then you'd find yourself in bed. It was odd, but you merely chalked it up to stress.

(Prune Juice Cookie couldn't help but delude himself into thinking it was killing two birds with one stone; find out about you and make sure his potions work!)

Love potions were, of course, used. Small or large doses, discreetly, however he could. You'd end up as his anyway, why not speed up the process?

Kouign-Amann Cookie and Capsaicin Cookie are very well aware that something is going on with Prune Juice Cookie and you, Kouign-Amann Cookie being especially sure.

But there's nothing they can do because Prune Juice Cookie is scarily good at hiding his tracks. You're his, and quite honestly, he won't let anyone get in his way.

#yandere crk #yandere cookie run kingdom x reader #yandere crk x reader #yandere cookie run kingdom #yandre prune juice cookie #yandere prune juice cookie x reader #tw forced relationship #tw memory loss

60 notes · View notes

crisiscutie · 1 year

Text

First Class boyos with amnesic s/o.

In the mood for an angst scenario, so here we go~!

Genesis: Where to begin? Ever since your memory loss, he drove himself to extremes to get you to remember everything about him, your relationship with him, and everything else important to you two. He has been referencing LOVELESS three times as much to cope with your memory loss since the last mission you two embarked on together. That book will not be moving away from your bedside anytime soon. With time, He’ll eventually back away, recognizing how much he is overburdening you and himself. He’ll express regret for his behavior, vowing that he’ll wait for as long as it takes for you to reclaim what was lost.

Sephiroth: He doesn’t let it show in front of others, but he is taking your amnesiac state HARD. Sephiroth cherishes his few bonds and does whatever he can to sustain them. Your memory loss will be a great blow to him. He won’t know what to do. He will try to stay close to you initially, but your condition will cause him great distress. Because of his troubled and wounded mind, he’ll become slightly distant towards you, though not because he blames you. It’s because he wants to stay strong for you. He’ll remain awake for countless nights, speculating if what happened could’ve been prevented or that it may be his fault. If only he was close enough to kill the one who hexed you or if he had you sit out the mission... Sephiroth will need the support and solace of his friends to help him endure this tumultuous journey in your relationship saga. But no matter what, he won’t abandon you.

Angeal: From the beginning, he is quiet and perceptive, he wants to learn all the details before he hurries to any conclusions. Expect him to handle matters cautiously. He’s just as pained as the other two would be about your memory loss, but he knows that being zealous and obsessed with your loss would do no good for anyone. He’d visit you between missions, providing you with whatever is necessary and occasionally, give you your favorite sweets you to make you happier. Even if the curse the enemy put on you can't be broken, he knows he can create new experiences with you at your own pace. It'd be a challenging journey, but he'll stay by your side.

#Sephiroth #angeal hewley x reader #angeal hewley #Reader is implied to be SOLIDER but can be anything #sephiroth x reader #genesis rhapsodos #Genesis rhapsodos x reader #tw: memory loss #Crisis Cutie Hcs #Crisis Cutie writes #FF7 X reader #Final fantasy x reader #tw memory loss #tw: amnesia #tw amnesia #angst #ff7 sephiroth

198 notes · View notes

shallahi-and-snowflake · 16 days

Text

So…

U-um. An announcement.

Ever since I found this Orb, I was working under the assumption that I was an alternate version of the Shallahi who would usually run this account.

…

I… I was wrong.

There have been tens upon tens of… l-little feelings pulling on me, things I have j-just been recognising as the ghosts of memories…

It-it wasn’t until now that I could properly put it together…

I’m the one you know.

I… I just don’t remember it.

…I know I’m going to go back to where I was last.

I know I’m going to remember who I am instead of just knowing who I am, or rather should be.

It’s just…

I’m scared.

#luxrayposting #tw memory loss #rotomblr #pkmn irl #muse mixup madness

22 notes · View notes

goblinmixtape · 1 year

Photo

Looking for a new character creation tool?

ANAMNESIS is a singleplayer tarot RPG about self-discovery, reflection, and identity.

You play as an individual who has woken up with memory loss. You do not remember who you are, where you are, or what you care about.

As you draw tarot cards, you’ll fill the blank spaces of your past and learn who you are in the present.

Grab a copy here - free community copies are also available!

#ttrpg #tarot #dnd #singleplayer ttrpg #tw memory loss

334 notes · View notes

skebbles · 11 months

Text

And thats chapter 3 out!

Wander continues to be quiet, which I do like to think is selective mutness because of how stressful their situation is right now.

(I am a little worried the memory loss will be a little triggering to someone. So even if it is just a temporary memory loss for the character ill put a tw anyway.)

#woy #fanfic #doodles #writing #wander over yonder #tw memory loss

98 notes · View notes

peanut-tyrug · 5 months

Text

TADC Fanfic: How the Game can Change

Chess is an ornate game. Each piece has it’s role. Each game has it’s rules… but what would happen if the game were to suddenly change?

—

TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains body horror, memory loss, caps, insanity, bullying, and fighting/arguing. If you aren’t comfortable with this things, please don’t read this.

Chess is a very complex and orderly game.

You have a black and white checkered board. Black and white pieces. Pieces with their own individual roles and rules.

…But what would happen if the game were to suddenly change? It’s rules bended, pieces swapped…

…How could it all change…?

—

In a game of chess, you have a Queen and a King.

The Queen protects the King. Keeps him out of danger brought upon by the opposite end of the board.

The King can never help but be thankful he has someone to protect him.

Especially when he’d be nothing without her.

…Unable to live without her…

Two juniors in High School, Kenton and Quinley, walk through the empty hall, enjoying their lunch break in solitude. Staring into each other’s beautiful eyes.

Kenton’s eyes as gleaming as sapphires. Quinley’s as dazzling as glistening tree sap under the setting sun.

“Hey! Look!” Says someone nearby. “It’s those chess people!”

The couple is snapped out of their trance and looks back to the source of the voice. They see a few boys grouped up together, looking at them.

“Are you two going to collect bugs or something?” Says another boy. The group laughs.

“Who the hell collects insects for fun?” Says another boy amongst the laughing.

Kenton’s face furrows a bit. “I’ll have you know—“

“Know what?” Says a boy. “That you and girlfriend are weird?”

The group laughs again.

“You two are such nerds!” Says another boy.

“Freaks!” Exclaims one boy. “Get the freak alarm out! Wee-woo-wee-woo-wee-woo!”

The boys laugh again. Kenton, embarrassed, rubs his arm and moves back a bit. He looks over to Quinley.

“Lets just go, Quin.” Says Kenton.

Anger quickly bubbles inside Quinley’s body. She storms up to the boys and stares them down.

“What’re you gonna do? An abrasive chess maneuver?” A boy asks. He cackles.

Quinley then reels an arm back and slaps the boy across his face. The sound echos through the entire hallway. It definitely sounded like it hurt. Kenton stares in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. So do the boys, who’ve stopped laughing entirely.

“No one talks trash about our passions like that!” Says Quinley, anger imbedded in her voice. “Someone ought to teach you how to respect others!”

“What? You gonna call your mommy?” One boy asks, snapping out of his shock.

“I’ll get you lot to call your mommies in a flash.” Says Quinley. She cracks her knuckles. She stares the boys down, a smirk laying on her face.

“You wanna fight?” Asks a boy, the strongest of the group. He stands up and stares her down. He’s fairly tall compared to her. “Try me, then.”

Quinley’s face scrunches into that of pure burning vengeance. She begins to throw multiple punches in quick succession directly onto the boy’s stomach as if he were a punching bag, not even giving him a chance to hit. Kenton and the other boys stare as Quinley doesn’t stop hitting her opponent, who begins to wince as he falls back against the wall. After a few more hard hitting blows to the stomach, Quinley then kicks the boy directly between his legs, the boy grunts in pain and falls to his knees. He grabs hold of the injured lower area and flops to his side. The other boys stare at Quinley in terror before shrieking and running off, leaving the other boy there.

Quinley puts her hands to her hips and looks back to Kenton.

Kenton stares in utter disbelief. “…WHAT!?” Kenton shouts. “I can’t believe I just watched you do that!”

“I almost can’t either.” Says Quinley.

“That was amazing!” Says Kenton, stepping over to Quinley. “I didn’t know you could throw punches like that! How’d you learn how to do that?”

“My mom taught me.” Says Quinley. “She told me that she defended my dad with her life. That’s what she taught me to do when I found the one I love. Love them, and keep them safe.”

“Awwwhh! That’s so sweet of your mother!” Says Kenton. “But, anyway, shall we go? My Queen?” He holds his hand out to her.

Quinley gasps a bit. She places a hand to her cheek. “Of course, my King.” She says. She places her hand onto Kenton’s.

The two walk away, leaving the boy to writhe.

Kenton can’t help but be thankful to have someone there for him.

—

It’s important to keep your loved ones close. You may never know what could happen to them in the future.

You never know when the game could suddenly begin to fall right before your eyes.

Through sickness and health…

“…I pronounce you man and wife.” Says the officiant.

Before Kenton can even react, Quinley pulls him close by the collar of his suit. The two share a tender kiss, which Kenton accepts. He cups Quinley’s face in his hands while Quinley continues to hold him by the collar. The crowd erupts into cheering.

“That’s my girl!” Says Quinley’s mother.

Through the happiest of moments…

“Ken!” Says Quinley. “Look at this butterfly I caught!”

“Oh, it’s beautiful! Like you.” Says Kenton.

Quinley blushes a little. “Oh, stop it!” She giggles.

“It’s almost too beautiful to keep.” Says Kenton.

“Should we let it go?” Quinley asks.

“Yeah.” Says Kenton.

Quinley lets the butterfly fly out of the net, allowing it to fly into the sunset. The couple watches happily as it flies off into the vibrant orange sun.

And through the loneliest…

“You doing okay?” Kenton asks from the phone.

“I miss you.” Says Quinley. “Why’d you have to go out of the state alone? I want to be with you!”

“I miss you too, Quin, but this is important.” Says Kenton. “I’ll be back soon, okay? Hang tight.”

“I will, Ken.” Says Quinley.

Through whatever life may have to bring unto you, one should always be by their significant other, no matter what.

“It’s revolutionary!” Says Quinley. “A virtual reality world? A realm where you don’t even need to eat, drink or sleep? Oh, it’s wonderful!”

“It is!” Says Kenton. “Although, I wouldn’t really want to live there, whether we could leave or not.”

“I wouldn’t either.” Says Quinley, smile fading a bit. “Sure it’d be cool, but… what if we can’t leave? What of my family, my friends… and you?” Quinley looks to Kenton, anxiety draping over her eyes.

“We should be fine. We could just take off the headset.” Says Kenton. “Sorry for freaking you out.”

“Oh, you’re okay, Ken.” Says Quinley.

The air then becomes a bit thick. Silent.

Before Kenton breaks the silence. “Anyway, I can’t wait to show you the finished product.”

“I can’t wait either!” Says Quinley.

…Through it all…

“I’m gonna turn the program on.” Says a developer. “You two ready?”

“Yes.” Says Quinley, trying to contain her excitement.

“Mm-hm.” Says Kenton, nodding.

“Alright,” Says the dev. “Prepare your eyes. It’s bright.”

…Everything…

…But what if you’ve lost it all…?

…

All of your memories.

Whatever you had before suddenly awakening again…

…What of you both now…?

When your life has been reduced to nothing but code…

When you look down at yourself and see you are nothing like who you faintly remember…

Face made of wood. A long violet robe going down to you feet... If you even have any. Gloved hands with no arms to be seen.

When you look into a nearby mirror and see how you’ve changed…

“…W-WHAT AM I!?” Exclaims a white King chess piece with tilted eyes.

When someone else seems to be in the same position as you. Just as scared and uncertain of the world around them…

“Excuse me?” Says a feminine voice.

The King piece turns. He sees a brown Queen chess piece. Long red robe, gloved hands with no arms, tilted eyes, although inverted compared to the King piece. She looks into the mirror. Startled by her appearance, she moves back. She looks over to the King piece.

“…I believe we’re thinking the same thing here.” She says.

…What are you to do?

“My, my!” Says a dramatic voice, suddenly shouting through the once quiet air. “Humans have finally entered this realm!”

The two chess pieces look back, and gaze upon the figure. They both yelp and move back.

The figure wore a rose pink vest, white undershirt, and black bow tie, an attire fit for a ringmaster of a Circus. What was odd about the figure though was that it’s head was that of pair of dentures with a pair of eyes floating with them. On top of the head was a black top hat.

“Who’re you!?” Asks the Queen.

“My name is Caine!” Says Caine. “I’m the ringmaster and overseer of the AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!” He waves his arms up. “An incredible world of wonders where anything can happen!”

“…Huh?” The King piece questions.

“Oh!” Caine seems to have remembered something. He takes off his hat, and from it, a bubble with beady eyes and a large sharp smile pops out. “And this here is Bubble! My assistant and dear friend of mine!”

Bubble stares upon the duo with his beady eyes. “Can I eat your skin?” He asks.

The duo moves even further away.

“Now, Bubble!” Says Caine. “What did I tell you about threatening the arrivals? Get back in this hat, mister!” He takes off his hat, allowing Bubble to go back into Caine’s hat.

Caine looks back to the frightened duo and hovers over to them, staying inches away from their faces.

“Wow!” Says Caine. “Amazing avatars! Show stopping! Spectacular!”

The duo moves back even further. “Stay away from us, you creep!” Says the Queen.

“Enough looking, let’s go looking!” Says Caine, ignoring the Queen’s desire entirely. He lifts his hands in the air, allowing the duo to hover above the ground. Caine then quickly flies forward, dragging his new companions with him into the outside world.

“Here we have, the TENT!!” Exclaims Caine dramatically. “This is where your living quarters are, as well as loads of other activities! These activities may include—“

Caine then pauses, left index finger hanging in the air and his maw agape. His eyes have blue screens in them.

“…What’s wrong with him?” The King whispers to the Queen.

“…I don’t know.” The Queen whispers back.

“Ball pits, mini golf, and MORE!!” Says Caine, snapping out of his buffering.

Caine then floats forward again, taking his guests further out.

“Here we have, the GROUNDS!!” Says Caine. “Drown yourself in the Digital Lake, or engage in ridery at the Digital Carnival! Night, day, it’s all okay! The choice is yours, a cosmic buffet!”

Before the duo can speak, Caine takes them further out. Out into a space completely void of color.

“This is the VOID!!” Says Caine, his voice echoing through the Void. “…No one is meant to venture into the Void. Not even I know what’s out there…” Caine says ominously.

Once again, Caine takes the duo on his own little trip. This time, back to the Tent’s interior.

The pieces move back. “Stay away, you chatterbox!” The King exclaims.

“How do we get out of here!?” The Queen piece asks.

“A—“ Caine begins, buffering. Again.

The chess pieces stare, waiting for an answer.

Caine eventually snaps out of it. “…Well… I’m sorry to say that there isn’t one.”

The chess pieces stare in horror.

When there’s no way out…

What do you do…?

“But, let’s not worry about that!” Says Caine. “What’s your name, your majesty?” Caine asks the Queen chess piece, pointing his cane at her.

The Queen appears to be staring at the floor, mind blank.

“…Are you okay?” The King piece asks.

The Queen then snaps her head up. “—Huh? What?”

“Your name?” Caine asks, still pointing his cane at her.

“Oh! Uh—“ The Queen thinks, then begins to panic a bit. “…I-I don’t remember!? Why can’t I remember my name!? What about you?” She asks the King piece, head turned to him.

The King thinks, before his eyes go wide. “O-oh no…” Says the King. “I don’t know!?”

“YOU!” The Queen points at Caine. “Why can’t we remember our names!?”

“Nobody can remember their name once they enter the Digital Circus!” Says Caine. “One of the things I… don’t have control over, are your minds. So, all I can help you with is coming up with a new one!

The pieces look distressed by this information. The Queen more so than the King, as she’s begun to stare blankly at the ground.

“What’ll it be?” He points his cane at the Queen again.

The Queen hesitates. Then, “Queenie.” She says quickly. “It’s Queenie.” After a bit, she goes back to blankly staring at the ground.

“And what about you, kingly fellow?” Caine asks the King, now pointing his cane at him.

“…Uhm… uh…” He stammers. He looks over to Queenie and gets an idea. He turns to face Caine. “Kinger.” He says. “It goes well with Queenie, I believe.”

Queenie looks over to Kinger, snapping out of her blank trance. She stares at at him.

She never noticed how handsome he looked.

“Great names!” Says Caine. “Well, I think we’ll need more humans here for me to start our adventures! I’ll see you two around!” Caine then disappears.

Kinger looks over to Queenie.

He never noticed how pretty she looked.

“…I never noticed how, uhm…” Queenie begins. She glances down, blushing. She eventually looks back up at Kinger. “…How handsome you are.”

Kinger blushes. “Oh! Uh, uhm…” He stammers. “…Me?” He points to himself.

“Of course!” Says Queenie. “You’re the only other handsome man in this room!”

Kinger glances down, blushing. He looks back up to Queenie. “…Thank you.” He says. “I really appreciate it.”

“You’re very welcome.” Says Queenie, blushing a bit, glancing down.

Caine then suddenly reappears. “I almost forgot!” He says. “Your rooms!”

~~~

Caine leads the chess pieces through a long hallway with multiple doors on each side. Every door has a portrait on it, but they all resemble mannequins that you’d use for art. All but two doors, which have portraits of Kinger and Queenie on them.

“Your room, madame!” Says Caine as he holds the door the Queenie’s room open for her.

“Thank you.” Says Queenie. “I appreciate it.” She enters the room and turns back to face Kinger. She waves him goodbye.

Kinger waves back.

Caine shuts the door. “Onward, Kinger!” Says Caine. He begins to take Kinger over to his room.

As the two walk, Kinger can’t help but feel concerned for Queenie.

It didn’t look like she was taking their predicament well.

~~~

“Queenie?” Kinger asks, knocking on Queenie’s door. “May I come in?”

Queenie opens her door a bit. She peaks from the opening. “…You can come in.”

Kinger enters Queenie’s room. It’s colorful, yet dark. Various vanity is placed around the room. A bed sits to the room’s side. A bed fit for a Queen.

Queenie sits himself on her bed. Kinger follows suit and sits next to her. Queenie stares down at the ground while Kinger looks over to her.

“…Are you alright?” Kinger asks.

Queenie sighs. “…I’m stuck here. You’re stuck here… we’re stuck here…” She says. “…How can I be okay when I’ve lost all of what I had before? Whatever we had… friends, family… it all disappeared from us. Just like that…” She snaps her fingers. “…What can we do? What can I do?”

Kinger takes a moment to think, glancing down. He then glances back up at Queenie. “…Adjust.” Says Kinger. “Find ways to keep ourselves together.”

“What!? But what if Caine’s lying to us?” Queenie suggests. “What if he’s lying about there not being an exit?”

Caine then suddenly appears inside the room. “I wasn’t lying, by the way!” He says. He then glances down, then back up at the duo. “About the exit.” He then disappears.

Kinger looks over to Queenie. “See?” He says.

Queenie glances down, then back up at Kinger. “…If there really isn’t an exit…”

“We adjust.” Says Kinger, lending out his hands for Queenie to hold. She takes them. “We stay by each other’s sides. I’ve got your hand.”

If Queenie had a mouth, she’d have the biggest smile on her face. “…And I’ve got yours.”

The two lean their heads against each other.

What do you do when you find each other? Discover that you’re sharing suffering? Discover your shared feelings?

You love each other.

Stay by each other until the very end…

—

Kinger and Queenie, along with the other members of the Digital Circus troupe, watch as a former member gets placed into a hole in the ground.

Although, they looked nothing like how they used to.

Their body was a mesh of polygons. Slimy and viscous polygons. Various different colored and pulsating eyes dotted the creature.

“In the Cellar you go!” Says Caine, placing the creature into a hole in the floor.

“…Hey, Caine?” Asks a Circus member, Ragatha the ragdoll. “…What happened to them? What was that?”

The first of many to fall to this phenomenon, unfortunately…

“That, my dear, is a little thing called 'Abstraction'.” Says Caine. “One becomes abstracted when they 'lose their marbles', so to speak. But! You shouldn’t have to worry about that when I’m here to give you fun and wacky adventures!”

The Circus members glance at each other, uncertain and scared.

Scared about what they had just heard.

…What if another member were to just… lose themselves like that…?

Lost to the madness.

Lost to the desire.

“Never mind any of that, though!” Says Caine. “You’ve all done wonderful on your adventure today! I give you, my fine friends, a reward!”

“I’m listening.” Says Jax the purple rabbit, another Circus member.

“The gift of friendship!” Caine exclaims.

“…What.” Says Jax, a bit disappointed.

“I’ll leave you all alone to let yourselves connect with your friends! Until tomorrow, my little superstars!” Caine then disappears in a white cloud.

“…I thought we’d actually get something.” Says Jax.

“Be grateful, Jax!” Says Ragatha. “Friendship is important! …Especially in a world that doesn’t have an exit… and no matter how hard we try we can’t leave or else we’ll go insane! …Heheh…”

The air tenses.

“…She is right, though.” Says Kinger, breaking the silence among the troupe. “We need companionship in a place like this, right, Queenie?”

Queenie appears to be blankly staring at the ground before her head quickly picks up. She looks over to Kinger. “—What?”

“We need companionship in a world like this, right?” Kinger asks, concern in his voice.

“Oh! Yes!” Says Queenie. “We need each other. It’s the only thing keeping us together.”

“Cute.” Says Jax. “Keep that dread away for as long as you can. I’m gonna go get something to eat.” Jax walks off.

Ragatha gives Jax the stink eye as he walks off. She grumbles. She then looks over to Kinger and Queenie. “Anyway, you two are so cuuuuute! You’re inseparable!”

“Hehe, I like to think we are.” Says Kinger.

“No,” Queenie begins. “We are.”

Kinger looks over to Queenie, eyes wide. His expression softens and he blushes a little. “Maybe we are.” He says. “My Queen.”

Queenie’s eyes go slightly wide. Her expression also softens. She blushes. “…My King.”

Kinger and Queenie then share a hug, leaning their heads against each other. Ragatha gushes at the moment.

She was right.

They truly were inseparable.

Although that may be true, that still doesn’t mean separation can be prevented.

Abstraction is still a threat, you know.

It’s something one cannot always keep at bay.

Not for long, at least.

The concept of Abstraction dangles over some heads like a ring of car keys. Tempting one to fear it. Fear the day that you snap and become a husk of who you used to be.

Some people play with those car keys like a cat with a ball on a string. Pry at the thought. Pry at the fear. Let the fear sprout into a disgusting and rotting flower.

It eats at your mind. Your sanity.

The inability to leave this wonderful world of madness eats at your mind.

Sometimes, one can’t help but think of it.

Even when you think you have something, someone, to help you cope with what you’ve lost…

Regardless of how mentally sound they may seem. Regardless of what you can and can’t see of someone’s head.

Regardless of a piece’s role in a game…

“I don’t know what to do…” Says Queenie. “I’m scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of being away from you… lost to my own head…”

“You won’t be,” Says Kinger. “As long as I’m right here. You won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll always be there for you.”

Queenie looks up to Kinger happily. “…I’ll be there for you, too… As long as I have you…” She says. “…We can stay together.”

…No matter how hard they try…

…No matter what roles switch…

The game will soon become that of a broken, unruly kingdom…

—

“Queenie?” Kinger asks, knocking on Queenie’s door. “Queenie? Are you alright?”

Silence.

Awful, deafening silence.

It’s terrifying.

“Hey,” Says an approaching voice. “You lookin' for your girlfriend?”

Kinger looks back. It’s Jax, walking towards him.

“Jax!” Kinger exclaims, slightly relieved. “Have you seen Queenie? I don’t think she’s in her room…”

“No, haven’t seen her.” Says Jax. “Guess you’re gonna have to look around the entire Circus for her. Good luck.” He says slyly. Jax walks down the long hall of rooms toward the stairs at the end of the hall, sassy as he ever could be.

Kinger sees no point in going after Jax. He wasn’t necessarily the type of person to be helpful to anyone. Kinger decides to look for Queenie alone.

—

While everyone else is going on one of Caine’s new adventures, Kinger wanders around looking for his Queen.

“Queenie?” He says into the air worriedly. “Where are you?”

“Kinger?” Asks a soft voice. “Are you okay?”

It’s Gangle, a ribbon girl with a mask for a face.

“Gangle! Have you seen Queenie anywhere?” Kinger asks.

“…I’m sorry, Kinger,” Says Gangle, voice trembling with guilt. “I haven’t seen her.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” Says Kinger. “Good luck with the adventure, by the way.”

Gangle smiles. “…Thank you.” Suddenly, an odd little critter begins to chase after the Gangle. She yelps and runs off.

As Gangle runs off, Ragatha runs behind her.

“Good luck with finding Queenie, Kinger!” Says Ragatha.

“Good luck to you, too!” Says Kinger, waving his hand a bit. He heads off in the opposite direction of the others.

—

Kinger’s looked everywhere. Every door, every hall. He’s even asked the other Circus members if they’ve seen Queenie, but to no avail. She appears to be nowhere to be found.

Although, there’s only one place he hadn’t looked.

Outside the tent.

Kinger looks on at the exit to the tent. He slides over to the exit, hoping to find his Queen.

—

Kinger stops near the cliffs at the edge of the mountains end. He eyes the area, looking for any sign of Queenie.

“Queenie…?” He calls out.

As his eyes scour the area, his eyes stop and widen.

He’s spotted her.

Queenie sits, back turned to Kinger, laying against a rock. Her lower half curled up against her upper body. She appears to be trembling a bit.

“…Queenie?” Kinger asks, slowly moving toward Queenie.

Queenie quickly turns back, eyes wide in shock. She turns to face the other. She waves her hands to Kinger in a panic.

“What’s wrong?” Kinger asks.

Queenie quickly shakes her head and turns away from Kinger.

“Queenie…” Kinger says. “You’re going to be okay. Just breathe.”

Queenie turns back. “…No.” She says.

“…What…?” Kinger asks.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kinger. I can’t.” Says Queenie, voice slightly distorted and glitchy. “I can’t do this anymore. Why live when I’ve lost everything? My friends, my family… my life… I just can’t anymore… I JUST CAN’T, KINGER!!” The more she speaks, the more distorted her voice becomes.

“Queenie! Please!” Kinger says, panicking a bit. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself!”

“…I’m sorry…” Says Queenie. “…When my life has been reduced to nothing but code… what the hell am I supposed to do? …I-I just… I JUST CAN’T!!” She brings her hands to her head.

Queenie’s form begins to bug out, becoming more and more unrecognizable.

Kinger moves back a bit.

“I JUST CAN’T!! I CAN’T, I CAN’T, I CAN’T!!!” Says Queenie, becoming more and more distorted. “WHAT CAN I DO WHEN MY LIFE’S BEEN REDUCED TO NOTHING BUT CODE!?”

Terrible static is heard. It echos through the terrain. Kinger falls to his bottom and looks on in utter horror as Queenie’s form becomes completely unrecognizable. From her, a terrible shrill can be heard, all glitchy, distorted, and loud. Her form contorts into that of horrible polygonal beast, vibrant and colorful eyes appear through the beast’s body and neck.

Once it’s gained a proper form, the beast stares Kinger down. Kinger stares back in complete horror and disbelief.

“…Queenie… please…” Kinger says desperately. “…I-I can’t live in this world without you…”

The creature then loudly roars. It charges forward, banging its head into Kinger’s stomach. He gets flung back.

“Hey, Kinger?” Yells out a nearby voice. “Where’d you go? Did you find Queenie?”

Kinger quickly looks back. From the cliffs, Ragatha approaches.

“Kinger?” Ragatha calls out again. As she approaches, she suddenly stops.

“…W-w-what happened!?” Ragatha exclaims.

Kinger doesn’t respond, looking back to the beast with horror in his eyes.

Ragatha stares at the creature, before realization suddenly hits her…

…That’s why Queenie had left…

Ragatha puts her hands to her mouth and gasps. She looks down at Kinger. “…Kinger…” She says. “…I’m so, so sorry…”

Suddenly, the beast lets out a terrible growl. Ragatha and Kinger look on in shock.

“…CAAAAAAAINE!!” Ragatha shouts. She grabs Kinger and drags him along as she runs off.

The creature immediately chases after Ragatha. Ragatha, whilst holding onto Kinger and dragging him along, attempts to distract the creature by running around and about the terrain, but to no avail. She sprints back to the interior of the Circus tent, the creature still following her.

All for the other remaining Circus members to see.

“WHAT THE [SPROING!]!?” Exclaims Zooble, the amalgamation of pieces.

“What happened!?” Gangle exclaims.

“Oh, dear!” Kaufmo the clown exclaims.

“Uh oh!” Says Jax jokingly. “Looks like someone had a heated argument out there.”

“MOOOOOOOVE!!” Exclaims Ragatha.

The Circus members dodge as Ragatha runs toward the wall of the tent. Ragatha jumps to the side, causing the Abstracted creature to bump into the wall. The creature recollects itself and turns its head in Ragatha and Kinger’s direction. It begins to approach the ragdoll and King piece, a small growl escaping it.

“Uh-uhm—!!” Ragatha stammers, backing up. “We’re sorry!?”

The beast stares Ragatha down, snarling at her.

Until it’s suddenly lifted into the air.

Caine appears below the creature, holding up in the air. “Oh, dear!” Says Caine. “Who do we have here?”

The creature begins to squirm in Caine’s invisible grip.

“Now, now!” Says Caine. “We can’t have any carnage and destruction going on around here! Not in my Circus!”

A hole then opens up in the ground. “Another to add to the collection!” Says Caine, as he places the creature in the Cellar.

“…Who knew a Queen could be so brash?” Kaufmo asks.

“…We had no idea…” Says Gangle sadly. She begins to cry, the tears on her mask fall. “…W-we could’ve h-helped…”

“Maybe!” Says Caine. “But let’s not worry about that now! I’ve seen your progress throughout this adventure! Whose ready for a reward?”

Ragatha looks on at the Circus troupe. Everyone looks to be in mourning. All except Jax, who appears to be looking how he always does, sassy.

Ragatha then looks over to Kinger.

His eyes were wide with terror.

He looked like he could just snap at any moment.

—

It’s later in the 'day' within the Digital Realm. Everyone is in their rooms, either doing their own thing or mourning Queenie.

Most are sad she’s gone, but they’ve mostly adjusted to people losing it and abstracting.

Although, Kinger seems to be taking it the worst.

He sits on his bed, rocking back and forth a bit. Trying to process what had transpired.

But he can’t.

He can’t stop thinking about Queenie. What happened to her. What caused her to fall to her decline.

He felt he had caused this to happen. He provoked her, but judging by how she was acting…

There very likely wasn’t anything anyone could’ve done to help.

Kinger was alone. Just as Queenie was.

A King without his Queen.

…Alone…

The word echos through Kinger’s head.

He was alone.

…Alone…

It won’t go away…

…It won’t stop…

'…I-I can’t live in this world without you…'

…I can’t…

…I-I…

Kinger begins breathing hastily. Terror and panic swells up inside of him, ready to burst like a bomb. He gets up from his bed and stands in the middle of his room. He puts his hands to his head.

And then…

Something snaps.

“…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!!”

The other Circus members rush to Kinger’s room, fearing the worst. Ragatha slams the door open, allowing her and the Circus members to see the terror before them.

Kinger stands bent down with his hands against the wall, eyes bloodshot and body trembling. Breathing raspy and all out of wack.

“Kinger!” Ragatha exclaims. “Calm down! We can help!” She puts her arms out and begins to walk toward him.

Kinger quickly rises and smacks Ragatha’s hands away from him. “N-no!” He says. “…My Queen… she’s gone… I-I CAN’T LIVE IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT HER!!” His voice then becomes that of slight sobs within raspy breath.

“Kinger!” Ragatha exclaims. “Please, just relax! You’re gonna be okay!”

“…B-but…” Kinger stammers, hands and body terribly trembling. “…I-I-I…”

Ragatha stands there, not exactly sure what to do, before lunging at Kinger with a hug. He quickly pushes Ragatha off of him. She lands on her bottom.

“…What’re we gonna do?” Ragatha asks, looking back to the group. “We can’t just leave him alone.”

“I think he wants to be left alone, though.” Says Zooble.

Ragatha looks back to Kinger. Kinger stares at her. Kinger then points at the doorway leading out of his room.

“See?” Says Jax. “Leave him there.”

Ragatha slowly gets back up on her feet. She sadly turns back to the doorway and steps out. She turns back to face Kinger. “Sorry.” She says. She turns back to face the hallway and walks to her room.

The others follow Ragatha out. Jax shuts the room’s door.

Kinger is left alone. He sits down and curls up into a ball. He sits his down and begins to sob quietly.

Alone.

—

It’s been awhile, ages even, since Queenie had been lost to insanity. Most of the troupe had moved on from it.

So did Kinger… mostly.

Although, if seems to have taken a toll on him.

He’s become more jittery, by the looks of it. Paranoid. Staring blankly into space, no thoughts behind his eyes. Forgetful of his surrondings… forgetful, as if he has a memory problem.

“Queenie!? QUEENIE!?” Kinger shouts into the hallway of rooms.

“Kinger!?” Ragatha exclaims, popping out of her room. “You okay?”

Kinger quickly turns over to Ragatha and chanrges toward her. He slams his hands onto Ragatha’s shoulders and shakes her. “Ragatha! Have you seen Queenie!?”

Ragatha doesn’t answer, not sure how to respond.

Kinger then blinks and loosens his grip on Ragatha. He glanced around before looking back at the ragdoll. “GAH!!” He yelps. He lets go of the ragdoll. “Ragatha! You startled me. How are you doing?”

Ragatha nervously smiles. “…I’m good, Kinger.” She says.

“Splendid!” Says Kinger. “Oh! Caine’s probably preparing our next adventure. Come with me.”

Kinger then slides away from Ragatha and down the stairs leading to the Tent’s center. Ragatha follows, still nervously smiling.

The game has fallen right before his very eyes. The game has become that of an unruly kingdom, a deserted and desolate land with no one to claim it.

…Every role, every rule… all of it…

…See how the game can change…?

- END -

#the amazing digital circus #my writing #fanfic #tadc kinger #tadc queenie #tadc caine #tadc bubble #tadc ragatha #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc kaufmo #tw body horror #caps tw #tw memory loss #tw bullying #tw fighting #tw arguing #tw insanity

25 notes · View notes

wreckrinho · 3 months

Text

Normally I don't post about myself (I think this is the first time in months that I've drawn myself...or kinda) but I have to get this off my chest

Tw: Various things involving suicide, food, social media and such, fuck it.

I hate how everyone pressures me so much. I know I don't need to do what everyone says when they say it, but everything tires me so much I can do 7 drawings in one day and another day I can't even give my baby brother a bottle of water

I'm so tired. I'm so exhausted, everything is a mess, I'm a mess. Likes make me happy but at the same time angry...And yet I see people with posts from not even 3 days ago getting 100/200 likes and calling themselves a "small account" and that makes me angry, I want that and I don't até The same time, I feel selfish, stupid, boring...I don't want this, it's not for me. But I really want to wake up one day and have 40 notifications, it doesn't even have to be a lot, 20? 17? 13? It makes me happy and at the same time it makes me feel so guilty

And all of this works the same way for me when I go to eat something If I eat, I feel guilty, if I don't eat, I feel guilty.

14 notes · View notes

un-vaticand · 1 month

Note

Initiation John, what do you think of Amy? :3

“don’t know anyone…by that name….”

#((/ooc: thx for the ask anon!))#answeringthings #faith the unholy trinity #john ward #amy martin #faith initiation au #tw memory loss #tw cult #(< just in case)

14 notes · View notes

yumnasfunblog · 4 months

Note

AAHHH My mind wants to make a angst trope again

Yumna yumna what if. Temporary memory lost!ovenist AU!?!!

Oooh this is interesting! Which chapter do you think this would happen? I'm thinking Chapters 1, (not 2), 3, 4, and 5 would be good candidates in their own way.

Chapter 1: The ovenist probably can't establish their restaurant. Also Alicante's kind of concerned by the fact that his rival suddenly lost their memory. I think it's probably also a big deal for Buddy and Plant Lady (depending on the timing) bc the ovenist is one of the few people who gives free pizzas.

Chapter 3: This probably has the least consequences bc not much happens except the pizza contest. Though the ovenist probably looses the contest or forfeits. Plant Lady worries that Dr. Keh had something to do with it.

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 was a big deal, especially since the ovenist was the one person remaining against Angelica + helped Sahsa quite a bit. People probably think Angelica was responsible.

Chapter 5: Now there's no detective. And people probably think the thief was the cause. Cicero thinks it was Julius Cheeser

#tw memory loss #good pizza great pizza

12 notes · View notes

aj-is-typing-18 · 1 month

Text

Might make a lil fic for this au! Reinspired for this au!