Amnesia- Grace Carter
For @batlanternweek Day 2
Batkids | Amnesia I did both
Bruce had to have been hungover. That’s the only way he knew to explain that throbbing in his skull and his squinting at the light that entered his room. And the whispering around him.
“Bruce?” One of the voices called, probably noticing him stirring. “Hey, are you up?”
Bruce grunted, accepting the tea that the voice handed to him, younger hands than Alfred encompassing the teacup. “Thank you. New hire?”
“I - what?” The voice said, surprise lacing the voice to the point that Bruce might’ve been concerned. “Bruce, it’s me: Dick.”
Wayne couldn’t help the snort that escaped him, even as he forced one of his eyes open to look at the concerned face. “I must’ve been really fucking drunk if I can’t remember a name like that.”
“Holy shit.” Another voice at the other side of his bed whispered out. “Bruce, are you saying you don’t know who Dick is?”
“Seems like it.” Was the reply. “Should I?”
“You literally raised him. And everyone in this room, except for me.” Said the new voice, which was attached to an admittedly attractive man. The statement itself, however, had Bruce sitting up and looking around the room. Dick and three other boys, and two girls stared intently at Bruce, horrified expressions painting their faces.
Bruce took another sip of his tea. “So this is definitely not a hangover.” The youngest boy’s eyes widened in what looked like disbelief. “How old am I to have raised a twenty-something? How old is Alfred ?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” The attractive one asked before the younger one could say something, which he certainly looked like he wanted to.
Bruce thought hard, not actually knowing what he remembered when he woke up. “I think Tibet?”
“To train?” The man asked, catching Bruce’s full attention. He noticed Bruce’s suspicion and chuckled. Freaking chuckled. “Hal Jordan. We regularly dick each other down, and I’m more than a little familiar with your spooky half.”
The others groaned, and the one with – was that a white tuft of hair? – looked like he was ready to strangle the guy Bruce was apparently involved with. “So,” Bruce interrupted the kids’ frustration, “anyone want to explain what happened?” As soon as the question left his mouth, Bruce knew he shouldn’t’ve asked.
(steal any or all of these for your own campaign, that’s what they’re here for!)
Has this been done yet?
(also, Toma, stop, we all know you have more kinky shit in your home…)
Siempre me arrepentiré de no haber corrido tras de ti ese día.
Day 3: Drugged
He felt wrong, and Valen knows it’s not because of the meager amount of ale he had back at the tavern. He only had a little, and now he feels dizzy and… wrong, but he can’t explain it because his mind is not forming coherent thoughts. So he did the only thing he could think of. He headed to Alfie.
At least, that’s what he tried to do. He made it about halfway before he looked around and didn’t recognize where he was. Night was falling, and that only made it harder to see. Here, in the middle of a back alley, with no one around, Valen felt like the only thing that was real was his growing apprehension. It wasn’t really fear. He knew what that felt like. Pounding heart, shaking hands, probably ending with him crying. This was not fear. Whatever had been done to him had dulled everything down, so that if he closed his eyes and receded into his head, he thought he might just disappear.
What was he doing again? Where was he? The grey walls reminded Valen too much of someplace he’d very much like to forget. And he was cold, just like back then. And just like back then, if he was to survive, he just needed to wait it out. Sliding down a wall, Valen wrapped shaking arms around himself, his original goal completely forgotten.
Alfie found him like that, half asleep, a few hours later.
Every time Whumpee dies, they get reincarnated. Unfortunately they awaken to each new life trapped inside the last one’s coffin, with no recollection of who they were or why they were buried. They have to survive long enough to escape and start their new life.
(Bonus points if they’re rescued by a Caretaker from their former life, who knows the drill by now and has to constantly face the grief of reconnecting with a new Whumpee, who’s like a stranger to them. They’ll do it because they love them)
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by Gotcocomilk T, 35k
Summary: He was Wei Wuxian, patriarch and pariah. He was betrayed, he was broken.
He lived and died and lived again.
He loved, more than his heart could hold and beyond the scope of his skin.
Then he lived again.
Otherwise known as: Wei Ying travels into the past and lands in the private garden of Wen Ruohan. It doesn’t go well.
My comments: Oh. fuck. me. This was intense.
I’m kinda crying too hard to make notes. Beautiful, happy ending, though. And the whole thing is poetry. But, oh. My baby.
Another very short clip I made from Re:Again DVD, because Toma Headpats always make me warm and fuzzy, and seeing it in the musical made me very pleased.
Yuki Izawa got Toma’s mannerisms down pat perfectly…from speech to gestures ran the full gamut, from tenderness and anguish.
You all know about the exposition problem right? Many people deal with this by having an unknowkedgablr main character. One that doesn’t know or that had forgotten about the world around them. Well, I thought that having one amnesiatic character would be too cliche so all of my main characters lost their monitors at one point or another abc that gives them all a point on empathy too. Solving problems from day one. XD.
why the fuck do I have to remember everything
I can’t fucking take it
↳ “It’s been said that if you truly love something, you must set it free and if it comes back it is yours. If it doesn’t….well then it was never meant to be. You just never thought you’d be the one being set free; let alone never remembering who had let you go to begin with.”
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jimin
Genre/Warnings: Royal AU | Angst + Mild Smut | Mentions of blood, head trauma and attempted murder. Implied unprotected sex, implied virgin reader and virgin Namjoon, brief mentions of oral (f receiving)
Word Count: 9k+
➭ Monachopsis n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.
AN: Please forgive me for having this 2 weeks late :’) I just got over a really bad sinus infection, but I am happy to finally have this finished! Its been a while since I’ve posted so it feels nice to have this out. Thank you @personawife for giving me a chance at being in this collab and also allowing me an extension. <3 Please let me know how it turned out ^^