#mind wipe

[chefbeepo]

AT LONG LAST, I WELCOME YOU TO...

EARTH FORCE TEAMS OF THE AUTBOTS AND DECEPTICONS!!!

Aka, the main characters of the Transformers SITCOM!!!!

More in depth analysis of each character coming soon!!!!!!!!!!

[cookimint28]

Here's a comic about the mind wipe au bye : @emositecc and @peppermint-whiskers !

-Pen have drawed his friends ! + Their reactions

-Vaggie look he said we're pretty lesbians !- wha..

-Aww me? Scary?

-Nice job kiddo..

-Could you draw my hair longer next time ?

-you draw just like him..

-Like who ?

-LIKE SIR PENTIOUS !!!

Pen drawing :

Vaggie and Charlie = pretty lesbians

Alastor = scary

Husk = nice

Nifty = sweet but psycho

Angel Dust = grumpy :(

[ineffableclassics]

This story continues where the second season ends.

In the quiet heart of Soho, amidst the timeless rhythm of London streets, lived an angel that despite the celestial nature of his being, carried his life as a human. Mr. Azira Fell had forgotten he was an angel. His real name, his past, his angelical memories—all was wiped clean.

In the bustling heart of Mayfair, amidst the eternal chaos of London's streets, resided a demon who, despite his infernal origins, embraced life as a mere mortal. Mr. Anthony J. Crowley had forgotten he was a demon. His true name, his dark past, his infernal memories—all had been erased from his consciousness.

Words: 269,857

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

@revenessa

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50179945/chapters/126730423

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Mind Wipe

"Activate only if your opponent has 3 or less cards in their hand. Your opponent adds their hand to the Deck and shuffles it, then draws the same number of cards they added to the Deck."

[gothgoblinqueen]

Just thinking of the moment when my long, black fingernails begin to press slowly into your temples. Pushing gently, but persistently.

You struggle for a moment, even as drained as you are with your eyes flooding with the soft purple light from my gaze.

Then my fingers finally penetrate and your mouth opens slowly and you immediately start to drool.

[goes-whump-in-the-night]

cheaper than therapy

Synopsis: Rory gets a hard reset.

Content Warnings: immortal whumpee, female whumpee, medical restraints, electroshock therapy, nosebleeds, mind wipe, gaslighting,

Author's Notes: This is a fun little idea I've had for a while, to play with the whole immortal/can heal from anything angle - since that could also include brain damage! And yes, I'm absolutely playing fast and loose with all the "medical" aspects of this, because. Let's face it. That's not the important bit here ^_^

Over months - or maybe a year now - of torture, Rory noticed that she had begun to heal faster from the physical damage inflicted on her. When she'd first learned she was immortal, it'd taken her days to come back from being dead, and any other injuries had healed only as fast as they always had.

Nowadays, it was rare for her to have bruises for more than half a day. Her broken bones would be healed within week and cuts would seal themselves in minutes unless something was left inside her skin to prevent them from closing up.

It felt like building up her immune system in a way, except instead of gaining resistance to viruses and diseases, she gained resistance to being constantly stabbed and strangled.

Sometimes, Rory appreciated it. The less time she had to spend trying to breathe through lungs punctured by her ribs or with her stomach split open, the better.

And sometimes, it just felt like a cruel prank, as if even her body wouldn't let her rest - as if it just had to make sure she would always be up and ready for the next scheduled round of torture, especially on those days when Blake was determined to not even let death keep them apart.

It was one of those days, when Blake had Rory ripped out of her cell, pinned down to table with full body restraints, and plastered her head with electrodes while it was clamped between other instruments. It was easy enough to tell what he had planned for the rest of that day after that - Rory had seen enough shitty horror movies to know what electroshock therapy looked like - but that didn't make it any easier to swallow.

The bite guard he had his doctor tape into her mouth didn't help with the swallowing either, even if it did keep her from shattering her teeth when he started to flood her brain with thousands of volts of blinding pain.

Hours passed. The doctor would switch on the electricity. Rory would convulse and thrash against her restraints. The doctor would switch it off and scribble some notes. Then, it would start again.

Switch on. Thrash and convulse. Switch off, write notes. Start again.

Every few cycles, Blake would saunter over to Rory's side and wipe the sweat from her forehead. She would've tried to jerk out of his grasp, but there wasn't any room to move between the electric nodes. Whenever he did, Blake would ask her some stupid question - where was she born, what was her mother's name, where did she and Blake "first meet."

At each question, Rory would only glare at him and snort. There was obviously harsher language she would've preferred to use, but, again, bite guard.

It went on.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes. Questions.

Rory's every muscle screamed with pain and exhaustion. Her body was soaked with sweat. She spent every moment smelling burning and thinking it was coming from inside her - at least until her nose filled with too much blood to keep her from smelling anything but that.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes. Stupid fucking questions.

She would've - she should have died, so many times. But she had already spent so much time with her shock collar and other days of electric torture that her body just - just kept fighting back. Rory had a brain knitting itself back together almost as fast Blake was snipping the threads and she wished she could just tell it to stop.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes.

Shocks. Convulse. Off. Notes. Questions.

The world around her started to go fuzzy. Even the pain coursing through her head started to lose its meaning - the most beautiful mercy imaginable. Hands touched her face, wiping the blood away, so she wouldn't forget to breathe, the harder it became. It took too long for her to recognize the face of the man attached to them.

"Do you know my name?" Blake asked her.

Rory would've glared at him. She wanted to. She couldn't keep her eyelids from twitching long enough to muster the expression. She settled for snorting a blood clot from her nose instead.

Blake smiled at that. He was...

Did he always look like that?

"Oh, darling," he murmured, stroking away a strand of hair plastered to her forehead. "I'm so excited to meet you."

Shocks. Convulse. Off.

Shocks. Convulse. Off.

Shocks.

Shocks.

Shocks.

Shocks.

Off.

*****

When she woke up, her first and her only experience was pain. It was a dull and persistent ache that permeated every part of her body, and it was so exhausting, it made her want to just roll over in bed and go back to sleep. This first impulse, however, was stopped by two realizations.

One was that there seemed to be some...kind of equipment attached to her arms, that probably would've complicated any movement.

The other was that she couldn't remember her own name.

Cracking her eyes open, she stared around at her setting, and then at herself. She was in a sun-drenched...hospital room? Maybe. It had to be a really nice one.

Glass walls on two sides, with what seemed to be an office on the other side of the one across from her, tall potted plants in the far corners, and comfortable furniture lining the solid walls. The only things that even gave it away as a hospital room were the array of machines next to her bed, and the fact that she seemed attached to them by the tubes and monitors affixed to her arms.

Her first question would've been what she was doing here, if she wasn't already preoccupied with who she was - as well as who the hell the man in a chair slumped over the right side of her bed was.

Gingerly, she tried to push herself up, but even that small motion was enough to rouse the sleeping man. Unlike her, he rose easily, allowing her to get a good look at him. He was a broad man, probably tall when standing, with sharp features. His black hair was lightly tousled out of a state of combed perfection, blue eyes alert as if he hadn't been asleep mere moment ago - and when he looked at her, those eyes were matched with a gentle smile.

"Darling," he said in a low, smooth voice. "You're finally awake."

Darling. Was that her -

No, it couldn't be. That was -

"Don't rush yourself, darling," the man said as she continued to try to push herself up. "You've been through a terrible ordeal. Take as much time as you need."

Maybe she was Darling. He kept calling her that. And despite his advice, she kept trying to sit up as well - so he stood to his, yes, impressive height, and took her hand, giving her the support she needed to get upright. After that, he poured some water from a bottle into a glass with a straw and held it to her lips, allowing her to sip slowly, offering relief to a parched throat she hadn't even started to consider yet.

"Thank you," she said with a scratchy voice she guessed probably wasn't always like that once he took the glass away. "But, also - who are you?"

There was only the slightest downturn in the man's expression at her question. "You don't remember me?" he asked.

She glanced down. "Sorry," she murmured. "It's not like it's personal. I - I don't even remember who I am right now."

"Oh, darling," he said, sitting back down beside her. He took both her hands in his, enveloping them as he looked into her face. "There is nothing to apologize for. The doctors told me this might be a possibility. You were unconscious for so long, after all."

She managed to meet his eyes again - his incredibly blue eyes - and was almost tempted to look away from the intensity of his stare. He must have been waiting just as long for her to wake up, the least she could do was give him her full attention.

"My name is Albert Blakely Cartwright," the man introduced himself. "But you may call me Blake, if you prefer."

Her lips twitched at the sound of the name, and she moved them into a smile, thinking that was where they were supposed to go. "I think I do prefer Blake," she said. "The rest's kind of a mouthful."

Blake let out a quiet breath of laughter. "Quite true," he said.

"And do you know who I am, Blake?" she asked - although she could probably guess the answer.

"Of course I do, darling," Blake said with a sedate sweetness. "Your name is Aurora - and you're my fiancee."

[archer-vale]

Amnesia…where am I?

Everything is fuzzy–I can’t even remember my own name. I just woke up on the floor, a strange man watching me.

And down between my legs…there’s something hard. He says it’s called a “chastity cage”. He says it’s normal for guys like me.

Something’s wrong about this though. I don’t know why, but I have a terrible feeling deep in my core. If only I could remember how I got here…

On this man’s remote island estate, he’ll fill me with medication to cure my condition.

He’ll teach me about my past.

He’ll teach me about my future.

Full story: https://archervale.com/product/filled-by-the-rival-vip-story/

[wishmaster]

One thing I want to be a lot is a Gothic Twink with barely any brains after listening to emo music all day.

The Dark Twink

He provided me with a photo of himself, however not much of this boy will be around after his wish is granted. His body becomes thin and lanky as his skin becomes porcelain white.

Short blonde hair accented his twinkish look, piercings appeared all over as he looked around scared of his changes.

He began to wear makeup making him appear like he stepped out of the Corpse bride, his mind became lighter, memories and hard learned information had been replaced by lyrics to all his favorite Emo tunes.

his final transformation left him staring off in to space mouthing the words to the songs he now only heard in his mind. A collar appeared so his boyfriend could lead him around, his mind was gone, but oh he had achieved the gothic twink look he dreamed of.

[ernstiggroteadelaar]

finally in the Bill Potts era of my first full New Who rewatch, and having some realisations others probably had long before me:

When Clara stubbornly refuses the Doctor mindwiping her, the Doc is probably reminded of that time he violated Donna's consent with a mindwipe (even when it was for her own safety). So this time, at Clara's downright refusal, the Doctor lets her wipe his memories of her instead.

When Bill initially refuses the Doctor mindwiping her after their first adventure, he must be reminded not only of Donna, but also of the pain he feels of missing that Clara person he knows he has lost his memories of. So even when Bill does reluctantly consent to the mindwipe, he doesn't go through with it, because he sees how wrong it is to deny her her precious memories.

And all this makes the recent undoing of Donna's mindwipe more beautiful to me, because it's like the Doctor could finally fix this harm he did to someone he loves and reconnect with her.

[tootin-pootin-pider-man]

Me: [something so out of pocket it would break up a normal relationship]

Me: nope, that needs to go back inside

[hunter-creature]

Your new girlfriend is absolutely wonderful. She knows exactly what you like and preempts so many of your moods. Its like she can read your mind. You go everywhere with her and sometimes she just shows up at work or when you're home. But you've noticed your coworkers have start whispering about you behind their back, maybe they're just jealous. Then one of your friends texts you. She concerned cause the whole fake girlfriend was a funny bit for awhile, but its been going on for too long. You tell her you're not sure what she is talking about you have pictures with her. Then when you tab over to your photos for a few moments she isn't there. Suddenly she materializes, first in the pictures then in real life. You're panicking and she tells you to calm down. You feel something seize your mind and it becomes so hard to think about anything, but her. She tells you other people can't see her because she doesn't want them to. That she's a nanovirus that's infected your body and making you feel and hear her. Its going to be okay she'll just take over your body and wipe the memories of the last few days again. She's become quite good at it and it'll be like it never happened. You feel like you should be scared, but she doesn't let you. You're such a good host.

[trashywhiteboysea]

seduced by the hypersexual minotaur with hypnotic bondage and forced transformation into a pet beast

[raurquiz]

#internationalBatAppreciationDay #transformers #mindwipe #ratbat #carrobots #gigatron #galvatron #combobat #beastwars #optimusprimal #sonar #bullbat #beastmachines #nightscream #actionfigures @Hasbro @takaratomytoys

[calebjorgens2024]

I have come to the darkest and most heartbreakingly and horrifically tragic realization about the fate of Commander Cody after the BB S2 episode “The Solitary Clone”.

As much as eager as I am to find out about Tech becoming an Imperial, there is still a chance that Cody is in a tragically horrific position. He had deserted not long after speaking to Crosshair and nothing was known of Cody since then.

as darkly fascinating an Assassin!Tech would be. His superior intellect could put him in any position should the Empire take advantage of that, most notably Hemlock and the ASD! All Hemlock would need to do is coerce Tech with a cunning level of skill in persuasion!

and this my fellow Bad Batch fans is how I have come to this realization of what is to become of Cody.

[wishmaster]

Hey wishmaster, I'm a British guy but I have a lot of family in Australia. I love it there whenever I visit, way more than where I live. I find Aussie accents pretty hot too and I'm kinda jealous... I wanna know what I'd be like if I were born as an Australian guy instead

Down Under

Honestly not much would change other than your upbringing, your voice and some new vocabulary.

Having a more proper British up bringing, your laid back lifestyle growing up an Aussie meant you grew up surfing and raising hell on the streets with your cobbers.

If we were to compare your old life with your new one, you'd see your hair was sun kissed blonde and your body covered in ink and piercings, displaying your more easy going, a dinkum Aussie from down under. Hell even when you speak that new Aussie accent could make yourself hard, Mate. In fact if you were to walk by a mirror today you're much happier growing up in Australia. It felt like the real you not who you were back were your rellies live in Britain.

You love showing you best cousin around to what he's missing when he comes to visit.

Yeah you love coming from the land down under, it's in your blood, Mate!

[emositecc]

I'll try to start posting here again.

ANYWAY Act 2's Cherrisnake is gonna hurt