#memory gap

[alex-strike-is-transgender]

I just want to confirm something

Just to clarify "yes" = yes I have less memories from around them "no" = no I don't

[thevoidstaredback]

"In any story, the villain is the catalyst. The hero's not a person who will bend the rules or shw the cracks in his armor.He's one-dimensional intentionally, but the villain is the person who owns up to what he is and stands by it."

-Marilyn Manson

The night was spent getting a proper hold of their bearings. They knew where in Japan they were, but no idea how to get back. They also had no idea on how they got there, but that was a problem for later. For now, shelter and food were to two most pressing issues.

Chuuya and Atsushi had never worked together before, so they were stumbling around each other the entire night. Atsushi had been hell bent on them finding shelter before anything else, and Chuuya was insistent on getting money first. Atsushi was willing to break a few laws to keep them safe, but he was very vocal about not hurting anyone. Chuuya was willing to break every law he could think of in order to get his way. They could both agree that they'd rather avoid working together ever again after they've gotten back Yokohama.

It's terrible, working with someone so different from yourself. Stumbling over each other and getting in one another's way. It could cost a life. It could cost many lives.

"That'd be terrible for being undercover." Atsushi said. He was still holding himself under a mask around Chuuya.

Chuuya scoffed. "Since when are we undercover?"

"Since neither of us know where we are or what's going on."

"Oh? Is that snark I hear?" Underlings who sassed him never got out of it unscathed.

He was suddenly confidant in his answer, "Yeah. What about it? You can't attack me."

Atsushi isn't Chuuya's underling. "Who says I can't?"

"The truce between our two groups." Damn it. "Besides, I could go to local law enforcement and report you for assault and battery."

"But you won't." Good point. "If you did, then you'd be alone in unfamiliar territory. When you get back, the truce would be called off and you'd have the entire Port Mafia after your head."

Atsushi didn't respond, falling back into the mask of self preservation.

Chuuya sighed. "Fine. In order to keep a low profile, we'll do things your way."

Still not saying anything, Atsushi took a step ahead of Chuuya and went in search of an abandoned building to set up a temporary base in. It was late, probably near midnight, so not many were out. Those who were out were sniffed out and avoided. Despite everything, Atsushi made himself ignore the calls for help. Getting involved would mean being seen. Being seen would do no good at the moment.

Chuuya was reluctant to follow Atsushi, but he had to admit that the kid wasn't acting at all like he expected him to. He'd expected a coward or someone who would go running to help at the first scream, but he did no such thing. The kid kept sniffing at the air as they walked, leading through back allies and staying out of light.

"I can say for certain that nothing has happened to the ADA." Atsushi spoke softly.

"What makes ya say that?" Chuuya asked. He was genuinely curious. How did this kid know anything like that? Could he determine anything about the Port Mafia?

Atsushi's eyes seemed to be glowing when he looked back at Chuuya, the gold and purple covered in an almost not-there film. Eyeshine, Chuuya noted, is a thing all cats have. Helps them see in the dark. "I haven't lost control of my Ability." Was that supposed to be a reassurance? "The President's Ability is still working, so I can confidently say that he - at the very least - is okay."

"Based off of that," Chuuya added on, "Everything should be okay with the Port Mafia, too."

These were only assumptions and they both new that.

It was quiet as they kept walking, still out of light and still away from humans. It took another thirty minutes of wandering until they found a place to hole up. It was a very rundown building, but it was still standing. It didn't seem to have any other occupants, so that was a point in their book.

The interior was as rundown as the exterior. The floors had no holes, but every other board squeaked when stepped on. The lights didn't work, so it was safe to assume nothing else did either. While there was no holes in the walls or broken windows, the place was starting to show signs of life in the graffiti and plants creeping in. The stairs leading to the second floor weren't rotted through, but enough weight would cause them to collapse. Much like the first floor, the second floor squeaked on every other step. The paint and wallpaper was peeling at the corners, and the doors were falling of their hinges.

Chuuya didn't like getting dirty. He'd spent so long living on the streets that the thought of staying in this building was barely digestible. Regardless, he picked a room on the second floor and went in. "I'll be in here for the night. Don't bother me." He doubted he'd get any sleep, but it would be a good place to think.

Atsushi nodded and left the man on his own. Part of him said it was a bad idea, but the rest of him knew that they were forced to trust and rely on each other. He choose the room next to Chuuya's and curled up in the far corner. He was used to sleeping in places like this. The cellar in the orphanage was much worse than here. Colder, too. Less bright.

~~~

The new first order of business, Chuuya decided, was to sort out his thoughts. Based on the maps of Japan he'd studied when he first joined the Port Mafia told him that Yokohama was near the Chubu Prefecture. It had once been a part of it, but had declared itself independent a long time ago. When exactly, he wasn't sure, but that wasn't a pressing thing to know at the moment.

He'd gone to bed on Friday night had woken up Friday afternoon. He had a whole week missing from his memory and that was never a good sign. At least, the best case suggested a week. Without knowing the exact date, he had no idea how big of a blank was now taking up his memory.

The next thing Chuuya did was search his person. He was fully dressed in his uniform, so that meant he had woken up and gotten dressed somewhere during the missing blank. He was still fully armed with a gun under his vest and the hidden knives on his person. His phone was in his back pocket, but was dead. His wallet was inside his coat, but he had no cash. At least he still had his gloves.

The next thing to do would be to set out a plan of action, but that would have to wait until Jinko woke up. Getting their story straight was the next pressing matter, but he was gonna let the kid get some rest. God knows they both need it.

Part 1 Storyboard

[leatherloveandbelle]

She awakens the muffled moans still echo in her mind as she opens her eyes to a dimly lit room. Taking a deep breath she feels the icy air as the mild notes of loneliness drift into her lungs. Rolling over to her side she stares blankly at the red panda mug on the desk. Feeling her phone buzz she looks at it seeing a message from an unknown number opening her phone she sees a link unsure of herself she puts her phone down and goes to shower. A tingling feeling tickles the back of her neck thoughts of that strange link flutter through her mind. What could it be who sent it to her why can’t she stop thinking about it questions wrap her mind in a haze till the feeling of icy water washing over her snaps her back. Turning of the water she goes to dry off mind still buzzing with what that link could be. Going back to her room she sits down and grabs her phone opening up the app and looking at the link she hesitates can “I open this is it safe” she ponders. Another buzz open it you know you want to the sender messaged her again. Hesitantly she opens the keyboard and messages back who is this but the message doesn’t send. “What the” she mutters to herself. She holds her finger over the link wondering if this is some weird prank when her partner messages her. “Hey babe hope your day is going well I love you” a gentle warmth fills her heart as she goes to reply, yet she stops staring at the link she clicks on it a deep breath releases from her chest she didn’t know she was holding. The screen turns black and a pink text pops up ‘are you ready’ she stares bewildered the flashing mark waiting for a response teasing her. She types yes and her screen flashes good girl before erupting into spirals she blinks and looks closer before trying to close out the tab, but her fingers won’t move she’s stuck staring into the spirals. No she thinks no way I this is just a weird dream this stuff never works she thinks closing her eyes she takes a deep breath. Then she opens them again she’s still sitting but now she’s somewhere else she doesn’t recognize her surroundings pretty pink walls surround her and she sees her nails have been done into French tips a giggle escapes her lips. As she goes to stand she falls over onto the soft pillowy ground ass sticking into the air as a cool breeze brushes across her cheeks. She looks down her feet are cuffed with fuzzy pink and white leather cuffs she giggles again what’s going on she thinks as she looks up and begins trying to stand. Her hands push against the plush ground as she looks around the room a nice bed sits in the middle of the wall in front of her and she sees an assortment of lubes on the nightstand looking to her left a large closet left partly open filled with the most amazing clothes. Her knees catch on nothing damn things never work right she rolls onto her butt, and begins to work her way over to the bed looking behind her at a door with the desk next to it. “Hello” she calls out “where am I” she mutter feeling her back against the bed frame she goes to undo the cuffs but there locked on her ankles. She sees her phone on the floor and grabs it. Dead. “What is happening where am I” she giggles out “and like why can’t I stop giggling” a haze fills her mind as she tries to recall what happened after she woke up. “That link what was that” she says cheerily like she had finally solved it. She looks around noticing an outlet with a phone charger plugged into it she crawls over and plugs in her phone but nothing happens frustrated she crawls back to the chair and spins it around to face the desk after sitting back into it. Sitting in the center of the desk a laptop she quickly flips it open and tries turning it on an app automatically opens showing pictures of her and someone she feels like she knows going out together. She closes the app and opens up the messenger new messages flood in praise and admiration from people thanks and hope you post again soon messages. She opens a new chat and types her partners number a chat log appears. With one message WHO IS THAT.

[rambleonaud]

Sometimes I think about things I did as a teenager, like a few times when I was in classes I would literally space out so hard that I wouldn't even notice I wasn't paying attention until I started listening again and it was like I had just skipped forward in time.

And then when I burnt out it still felt like it was so sudden 🙄

Anyway that hasn't happened in a looong time so 👍👍

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Personally, I think the most devastating tragedy in Gravity Falls was Stan losing his freckles and tooth gap from when he was younger

[hima-matta04]

Can I request hcs about what the homicipher boys would be like if you had a significant other who didn't treat you well in the human world?

Why yes of course 😘💍

Comfort After a Bad Memory

(characters mentioned: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Scarletella, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Gap, Mr. Hood)

𝕄𝕣. ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘

He picked up on every little change in you. It started when he noticed how sometimes you would daze off. Lost in thought, you didnt even hear Mr. Crawling creeping his way towards you.

The gasp that left your throat as he suddenly placed his hand over yours, breaking your train of thought, confirmed his concern. “You sad.”

when you lowered your chin he tilted his head. “Why sad?” He lovingly placed his cheek on your knee.

He couldn’t quite understand what you were trying to say. The only words you knew to say were “they hurt me, make me sad. Been long time, still sad.”, he wrapped his arms around you, not knowing the concept of being mistreated in a relationship, but still supportive.

your eyes welled from tears of the past, but they were accompanied by a warm feeling. Mr. Crawling would never leave you alone and sad. “no sad anymore. Me make happy. Me like you. Me care you. No make sad.” He cheered innocent, not knowing even how someone could hurt such a beautiful creature like yourself.

𝕄𝕣. 𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒

He can practically read your mind. He studied you for so long, not only your physical appearance, but also your manners and body language.

he would 100% already know whats wrong when he first see the look in your eyes. Depending on the mood he’s in, he’ll either comfort you first, sweeping you into his arms and letting you cry into him, then find the person that hurt you, or vice-versa.

let’s say got you to give a detailed description of the heartbreaker. He would find himself in the human world, searching, lerking, stalking. Scarletella would eventually return litarally with blood on his hands. he would waste not a single second to lift you up and hold you sweetly with your arms and legs wrapped around him. His words were sweet as he reassured you that tou are worth more to him than any diamond or treasure that could ever be discovered.

his hands softly stroke your hair as you cry, hushing you softly and doing what you deserved in the first place. Loving you unconditionally without question.

𝕄𝕣. 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕣

You’re his darling. And i firmly believe that he would 1000% call you that if you taught him.

you came to him, with teary eyes and your lip quivering. He rushed towards you, crouching to your height to get a good look at you. “What wrong?” He would ask as he uses his finger to wipe your tears.

He understands a little better than most. No time gets wasted on him lifting you up and setting you gently on a couch while he scavenges for something to cheer you up. He returns with something to eat that doesn’t exactly look edible, but it didnt taste half bad.

he holds you in his lap while you rant and ramble. Fingers gently brushing through your hair as he listens. The lights in the room are just dim enough for you to get sleepy. As you rest your head on his chest, he gently rubs your arm and wispers love affirming words to you.

this was the most perfect way to fall asleep.

𝕄𝕣. ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕

He’s a personal, portable therapist for all of your problems. He could listen to you all day if you coyld speak for that long. Naturally, when you rushed to him for the daily ramble, he caught how your normal ranting turned a little quiet.

your mood was off when you began to speak of the pain you went through in a past relationship. He conforted you, telling you that you are amazing and worth way better than that trash.

Once you were reassured, he felt himself being hoisted into the air like a teddy bear. He enjoyed being there for you. Especially when you cradled him liks a support animal.

𝕄𝕣. 𝔾𝕒𝕡

It all started when you sunk back against the wall behind you, not noticing the hole that your ear was now right right to. That was until you heard that eerie, grating voice.

“want heart…you give?” You looked over and saw that stupid shit eating grin. At that point you let him have it.

yoy rambled on and on about every issue and thought that lingered on your mind, pouring your heart out to him. He said he wanted your heart but not like this!

his smile quickly faded once you said a few words that he could just barely understand, making him feel bad for you. He reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, now invested in the story.

maybe he wasnt so annoying after all. He still wanted your actual heart though.

𝕄𝕣. ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕕

(idk why the ‘H’ looks like that wtf)

He finds you crying in a room all by yourself. When he rushes over towards you, his heart practically melts at your pitiful expression, quickly scooping you up in his arms and cradling you.

“you hurt? What wrong? Tell me.” He’s very worried about you, gently checking for injuries. A soft, relieved sigh leaves his mouth as you confirm no physical damage.

He’s very patient and caring while you try to explain what happened in his language, occasionally slipping up which he catches and gently corrects earning a displeased stare from your teary eyes each time.

He places sweet kisses on your face after drying your tears. At this point you’re all cried out and tired. He totes you around with him as you sleep gebtly in his protective arms before he places one last kiss on your forehead.

[sewstarry]

meet gamma! he's a palm-sized green korbat plushie (from neopets), designed, patterned, and sewn by me.

[strawlessandbraless]

Do you even Christo bro?

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Me, to my new date: doctor who thinks it's a sci-fi story because the Doctor thinks it's a sci-fi story and because the companions think it's a sci-fi story, but it's really just a story about ghosts. a story about an ancient creature carrying the ghosts of everyone they have ever loved, meeting new people, and seeing them only as future ghosts. they are haunted by the future and the past and the present because they are the only constant in a world constantly in flux, and they are running as fast as they can to things before they burn and fade to dust but everything will always end, you understand, because this is the only thing the Doctor understands and yet they keep going. they love too much to stop. doctor who is not science-fiction, it's horror and optimism and spiritual more than anything else, it's religious unto itself, the TARDIS is a haunted house and a church and a graveyard and a hospital and the Doctor is the most haunted being in the universe but more than anything, this is a love story, because how can you love something without being haunted by it- hey, what are you doing?

My date, shoving breadsticks in their purse: I have to go-

[k3nnjamin]

Creeper Tim Drake who refers to his time stalking Batman and Robin as "hanging out" with them. Either in passing or in like a super secret diary. He does it offhandedly, but family members notice that some of the facts don't match (dates, times, ages, locations, etc) and they're all very unsettled when they figure it out.

[tony-stark-official]

Formal reminder that Bucky Barnes and Bruce Banner both canonically have dissociative symptoms <3

AND Banner has canonically had DID since his debut.

[ninjacreature]

in my personal opinion, lloyd being aged up by the tomorrow’s tea is less of a “child mind stuck in a teenager body” situation and more of a “going from child to teenager in an instant to the point where it feels like there is a huge gap of time where you don’t remember your development”

like. rather than being only aged up physically he’s also been aged up mentally. he remembers being a kid and the other ninja taking care of him and he remembers being a child and being younger than them and he remembers the moments before the tomorrow’s tea. but then there’s an instant where it’s almost like time has passed and he’s forgotten it. but this is directly contradicted by the ninja being the same age as his memories- but he can’t help but feel like he lost years of his memory (in the same way he lost years of his childhood) because he’s older now and it’s not just physical and he’s thinking differently and he’s acting different and his child self is far away in the same way a distant memory is. but he knows it’s not distant. just a few hours ago, he was in doomsday comix, as a child, in a competition with other children who were his age. and yet it feels like a lifetime ago.

this was his choice, though- and now he has to live with it.

[0vergrowngraveyard]

Mayhaps u can help a newcomer like me and explain your villain au? With a little summary? 🥹

one info dump coming right up! (below the cut because i accidentally made it really long)

starting with everyone’s favorite blue hedgehog: sonic was taken in by dr robotnik when he was around seven and stayed with him for several years. now, eggman was not a good father figure at all (i’m not really a fan of wholesome eggdad stories lmao). he only took sonic in because of his super speed and the energy he generated with it. little sonic was none the wiser that eggman was just using him to power his machines and run tests to study his power. he was honestly just having a blast running on treadmills and hanging out with the guy who gave him a place to stay.

however, when sonic was ten, disaster struck.

when sonic was powering up a larger bot, he accidentally overloaded it and the thing exploded. he lost both of his legs and his right arm, all of which received robotic replacements. he lost his natural super speed, but the legs eggman made him were capable of letting him reach those speeds, they just had to be charged (he doesn’t run with them. it’s more like a shadow situation where he skates/kinda hovers? idk how to describe it).

after the accident, sonic was no longer powering the weapons, he became the weapon. eggman would put him through rigorous training and different kinds of tests to try and make the kid unstoppable. it was when this all started that sonic began to realize why eggman kept him around. it wasn’t because the doctor actually gave a shit about it, it was because sonic was useful.

sonic started acting out, making robotnik’s life as much as a living hell as he possibly could. he’d fight him, hide from him, break things, he wouldn’t corporate. he’d rebel in anyway way he could think of, even going as far as refusing to eat.

eventually, he started getting gaps in his memory. one second he’d be hiding in his room and the next he was in the testing chamber with eggman talking about how much he’s improved. the gaps became more and more frequent and it became to drive him crazy.

when sonic turned thirteen, he ran away. he ran as far as his half powered legs would take him; and when they ran out of juice, he just kept jogging and walking as far as he could. he knew that the doctor probably installed a tracker on him, but he didn’t care. he just wanted out, he wanted his freedom.

his aimlessly wandering led him to a richer looking neighborhood near a city. and it was there that he met a certain fox kit.

———

miles wasn’t abandoned by his parents when he was a baby. the prowers were a somewhat wealthy family. they mostly kept the kit around to gain sympathy from their friends and the media, playing the part of the kind parents who loved their youngest son despite his deformities and disabilities. miles was paraded around at parties and social events to garner sympathy, then ignored and neglected when the camera weren’t around.

he had two older brothers. a pair of twins who bullied him relentlessly. miles’s parents would turn a blind eye to the cruelty he suffered at the hands of them. they’d pull his fur, threaten to cut off his extra tail, lock him in closets for hours, etc.

because if everything around him, something was brewing inside of miles, but his biological family wouldn’t be the ones who suffered from it.

one day, miles had been kicked out of the house for several hours after accidentally breaking a plate. the six year old sat on the doorstep, heavy raining pelting him as he waited for his parents to let him back inside, if they even remembered to.

suddenly, someone was in front of him, asking if he was okay. looking up, a blue hedgehog with robotic limbs was staring down at him.

———

anyway there are the backstories! they make me so sad!

little facts about them

- sonic did just kidnap tails the night they met. king of impulsive decisions right here

- the brothers started commiting crimes in desperation for money and food, but they ended up having a lot of fun with it so they just decided to become criminals

- tails painted sonic’s limbs blue (they were red before) when sonic was upset one day to cheer him up (it worked)

- those gaps in memory sonic used to get with robotnik make a come back with tails (hmm i wonder what that’s about…)

- tails eventually becomes eggman 2.0 in terms of how he treats sonic (the only difference being that tails does care for and love sonic, he’s just the actual worst at showing it)

- sonic doesn’t know that tails is manipulating him the same way eggman did. tails can do nothing wrong in his eyes

- their bond actually started out as sonic being kinda mean to tails. the hedgehog deals with rapid mood swings and he’d snap over the smallest things. eventually, tails started taking advantage of his unstable behavior. they both suck

- sonic fully believes he’s the leader of their operations. he is not but tails plays along with it

- tails is terrified of sonic leaving him behind so he makes it so the hedgehog is dependent on him (he also does it because it gives him control). the kit is the only one other than eggman who knows how to power his limbs. if he doesn’t want to go back to the doctor, he better stick with tails

aaaaand i think that pretty much everything. at least the main points. i hate them both so much my stupid ass sons

[jamandjazz]

My personal headcanon is that Pony got his love for reading from Darry. When Darry was in high school he’d read the books he got in class out loud to Ponyboy and straight up just handed him some of the easier ones so they could talk about it later. In my brain the reason Ponyboy clings onto it so much is because it’s one of the things he and Darry REALLY bonded over when he was a kid and it just brings back good memories of when they got along better.

[shaissa]