#amnesia ocs

[caught-in-a-landslide]

“Do we even know who this soldier is and what the hell happened to him?”

“I…I don’t know. He won’t say anything, he’s just been staring at that toy rabbit in his hand. I’m feeling a bit worried…Not just about this, but also for him.”

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Not much context, I just wanted to draw my Ocs with Henri. They probably found him before the Germans got the chance in the ending of the game and took him to their bunker or something. I just wanted to draw them because I wanted to draw something random, so enjoy.

[back-in-the-landslide]

This was drawn out of random, because I still can’t figure out a proper design for Alice.

[redcallisto]

a HUGE bg3 doodle dump

more below v

[immren]

this is how it must be.

[s0upjuice]

Have Lily and James run into Darkrai since the confrontation at Dark Crater?

i think they put him through college (james' idea)

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1466

At one point, Bert suffered from amnesia and thought that he was Cookie Monster.

Source:

Sesame Street. Episode 0612. March 5, 1974.

[yaksinhats]

gortash & Karis are like each others pets but karis is gortash’s unstable Belgian Shepard who killed a guy once but gortash walks him off leash bcs he’s convinced karis will listen to him (he won’t). Gortash is Karis’ Pomeranian purse dog

[taddymason]

they are so silly your honor (they are also threats to society that should be banned from every kingdom)

[one-armedwonder]

[Their eyes flickered open, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling decored with glowing green stars and planets. They furrowed their eyebrows, where were they-? They slowly sat up, looking around. . . The room they were in was vastly different from the last time they fell asleep. Who's bed were they in?

It was clear whoever this bed belonged to shared a room, the other half of the room had another bed, albeit that side was way more cluttered and messy then this side. They went to rub their eyes, only one hand wielding to their will. They looked down at where their right arm was supposed to be. . .

It was gone.

They let out a rather loud yelp of surprise, staring at their missing arm with horror as they tried to remember if anything had happened to make that happen. Nothing. They couldn't remember anything. They tumbled out of the bed and almost fell down due to the speed of it. Where were they? How did they get here? This isn't another foster is it? No no they would remember that! Oh dear oh god where were they??]

[waterdroid]

Yeehawgust Day 24: View From The Canyon Rim 🌄

Looking over Hopeville, Sam and Ulysses talk after everything that transpired at Ulysses' Temple. In the end, both are glad no blood had to be shed that day.

[dia-oro]

imagine linked universe

But you where doing shifting for the first time, but you just no only did it wrong, you fuckign transmigrate to a Zelda’s body, congrats n’your’ link just got a letter from some sheikah that the princess/empress just got memory lost and is taliking in some lost language (you’re just freaking in your native tongue) now pray the worry man didn’t end next portal to his era because he will be the helicopter boyfriend thing, worse if is sky, pray it’s not sky, the good thing the Zelda that you take the body is living the eternal vacation finally and didn’t have to deal with any shit anymore, good for her.

[caught-in-a-landslide]

Been stuck with a small art block. Tried to go back to the challenge and see how the colour palettes would look like with my two ocs, Alice and Temi.

Looks good if I say so myself.

[kdval]

Cyberpunk 2077

› Ha'al & Amnesia feat. Jessamyn Murphy (belongs to dearest @drunkchasind ❤️)

[snoozedraws]

more of my durge. i call her uft & she is 4 ft tall :)

[shrimpbat]

weird looking dog you got there margerie

[laughroditee]

🟢 Snakes and Ladders

Characters: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, OC children, Captain John Price Word Count: 2500

Mood Music:

"I fink he's dead." The little girl’s tremulous voice sounds far away as Gaz focuses on it, muffled like he’s underwater.

"He ain't dead; he's still breaving, yeah? Look." A boy's voice speaks this time with all the surety of a sand castle looking at the tide.

Gaz is, indeed, still breathing, the pounding in his head monumental enough that he suspects he may have a concussion. He inhales and hears the children jump away. Slowly pushing himself into a sitting position against the nearby tree trunk, he winces as the plank ladder digs into his shoulder blade.  The large, broken branch on the ground gives him the distinct feeling that this is the most likely suspect in whatever happened to his head.

He looks at the children now, three in total: the oldest stands with the hopeful air of authority that only a young boy of about eight can have. The girl—most likely his sister, given the same brown eyes and black curly hair—stands half-hidden behind him. The third child stands off to the side, his fiery red hair about ten times as loud as the child himself.

The oldest one speaks first. "This here is our treehouse. What do you fink you're doin' here, eh?"

"Roddy!" the girl hisses around his side. "That ain't proper! He's hurt!"

The boy — Roddy — glares at his sister. "I told you, call me Snake!" Turning toward Gaz as if nothing happened, Roddy — or Snake — says, "You can call me Snake.” He points to the headband on his brow, which trails in twin tails behind him, much like a certain video game character. “This here is my sister Larry—"

"Alaria!"

"Quiet, you."

"I'm tellin' Mum!"

Snake looked ashen for a second before clearing his throat and refocusing on Gaz. "Like I said, this here is our treehouse. Who are you an' what're you doin' here?"

"My name is… Kyle Garrick, and I—" He pauses.  As Gaz tries to retrieve the information of how he got here and what he was even doing before this, all he can see is tv static, an empty void where his memory should be. "I... don't remember how I got here," he admits.

"Oh, you poor fing!" Alaria coos, finally coming out from behind her brother. "Bet you got your mem’ries lost from that nasty bump on your 'ead."

"Bump...?" Gaz reaches back, and sure enough, there is quite the sizeable knot on the back of his head, and he hisses, pulling his hand away with just a little blood and some wood chips from the tree branch.

"Head wounds always bleed more," Snake says, trying to quell the queasy look on his sister's face. 

Gaz suppresses a smile. So the kid actually does have a heart, after all.

Rummaging through her sequined unicorn purse, Alaria pulls out a long bandage that looks like it has seen its share of warfare usage – if the war in question involves glitter bombs. "Mr. Cuddles ain't usin' this right now, so I reckon we should patch you up." She begins to wrap Gaz's head wound awkwardly. He doesn't have the heart to tell her how to dress it properly since she seems so concerned about his wellbeing. Once she finishes, Gaz feels a bit like The Mummy, but Alaria looks so happy he can't help but smile.

"Thanks, I owe you one," he tells her, and the girl practically vibrates with joy.

"Right, Kyle,” Snake says. “Sounds like you've got amnesia, bruv."

Gaz cocks an eyebrow. "Thank you for your quick diagnosis, Doctor Snake."

"Ain't nothin'," the boy replies with an overly unconcerned sniff. "Right, lads—"

"Don't call me 'lad,' I'm not a boy!" Alaria complains.

"Oi, focus, yeah? This man's lost his mem’ry; I bet he don' even know where he's at, and you want to complain about something like that? Come on, Larry."

She scowls but seems to acquiesce.

"First thing's first, then, we gotta find out where you came from before this. Me mate, Dave always says that retracin' your steps can help you remember. Like when you go into a room an' forget why you came in there."

Gaz looks at the redheaded boy who stands watching the scene unfold. "Is that Dave?"

“Wot?” Snake looks over his shoulder and wrinkles his nose. "Nah, that's Collin," he says dismissively, giving Gaz a look that says he thinks he's a little slow on the uptake.

Gaz blinks politely, redirecting with, "Alright, Collin?"

The boy nods silently in greeting.

"Can you stand up, Kyle?" Alaria asks, taking on a nursemaid demeanor, which Gaz has to imagine she uses on her stuffed bears at home.

"I think so." Carefully, Gaz stands up, brushing the dirt and leaves from the front of his shirt and jacket.

"Oi, hang on!" Snake says, staring intently at Gaz's leg. "You got them sticky burrs on your jeans."

Gaz looks down and pulls off a few of the dark seed pods that cling when you walk past them.  “Alright, and?”

"I know a place nearby where they grow," he says. "We always avoid that area 'cause they're awful to get out of our clothes once we're up here. But we can take you frew, see if that jogs your mem’ry."

He looks at the boy with an impressed half-smile. "Sounds like a plan.  Good eye, Snake."

Snake swells with genuine pride at the praise.  "Right, lads, let's move out!"  With no objections this time, the four of them start the trek away from the treehouse and through the woods.

"So you really don't remember what you were doin' before?" Alaria asks as she walks by Gaz's side.

He shakes his head. "Unfortunately not. It's all a bit hazy, though I can remember who I am and what I do for work."

"What do you do for work then?" Snake asks.

"Military," Gaz says simply, watching veritable stars form in the boy's eyes.

"Wicked," he breathes with excitement. "Me mate, Dave, his mum works for the army as a nurse. I want to join when I'm old enough."

Gaz looks down at Snake, seeing in the boy the younger version of himself, wanting so badly to follow in his father's footsteps, to protect people. He swallows, thinking of the pain and sacrifices he's endured over the many years of his career, the boy's shining, starstruck eyes feeling like an even heavier weight because it's this innocence that he fights so hard to protect every day.

After a moment, Gaz shakes off his reverie and says, "Just remember always to keep your head and look out for your people. They're who you're fighting for, yeah?"

Snake nods solemnly as if he's committing this to memory; he may very well be.

"Oh, nooo!" Alaria whines. "They're all over me now." Sure enough, her leggings are sprinkled with burrs.

"Guess we're in the right place," Gaz says, looking around.

"Anyfing look familiar?" Snake asks.

Looking around the area again, Gaz tries to recall some image from the static in his brain. After a few moments, he sighs, shaking his head in frustration. "Nothing," he says.

"You know, on the telly, sometimes you get your mem’ry back if you get scared real bad," Alaria says hopefully.

"That's hiccups, Larry," Snake sighs with an eye roll.

"Oh."

"What you're finkin' of is when you get clobbered in the 'ead again."

Alaria gasps, stomping in front of Gaz, much to his amusement. "You ain't gonna touch 'im, you hear me, Roddy!? He already got a bump on his 'ead! He's been frew enough!"

"It's alright, love," Gaz says through a smile. "No one's getting clobbered."

"Tha's what I was gonna say," Snake huffs. "Honestly." Shaking his head, Snake looks over at Collin, who's been wandering around the brush with purpose. The boy bends over and picks something up.

"Oi, whachu got there, Collin?"

Collin holds up what he found: a grey baseball cap with a monochrome Union Jack patch embroidered on the front.

Gaz knows it instantly, moving toward Collin’s location. "That's... that's mine."

Retrieving it gratefully, Gaz says, "Thanks, mate." There's a small patch of blood on the back, which makes him sigh. "Blood stains are so hard to clean out."

"Me mate, Dave's mum says to use hydrogen peroxide," Snake offers.

"Ah. The army nurse, yeah?"

"No, she’s just a mum," Snake says, as if Gaz should already know this information.

Gaz stares for a moment, confused, but decides it’s best just to move on rather than argue with a surly child.  He curls the hat by the brim and shoves it into his back pocket. No sense in trying to fit it over all the bandages and blood.

"Awright, lads, we know he came frew here. The question is: where do we go next?" Snake looks amongst his squad's faces for ideas, but none are forthcoming.

After a moment, Alaria suggests, “We could go to the playground.”

"Oi, why would a grown man be at the playground, Larry?"

She scowls. "I dunno, maybe he has a kid or somefing!"

"No kids," Gaz mutters absently as he kneels, his eyes scanning the ground where his hat was found. He'll have to pick off all the burrs later.

"Have you got your phone on you?" asked Alaria.

"My phone?" Hands going to pockets automatically, Gaz looks for that familiar rectangle, but instead, he feels nothing. "No. Don't know where that could've gotten off to."  

After a few more minutes of searching, Gaz lets out a growl of frustration. "I can't bloody remember a thing!"  He stands up and drags a hand over his face, biting back the string of expletives just aching to come out. If only he weren't surrounded by children.

"Maybe we should call the police," says Alaria quietly. "I think he needs a doctor."

Snake grimaces. "We ain't got no phone, remember?"

"We can just go home!"

"And let mum see us wif a complete stranger??  Are you mental?  We'll get grounded for a week and a half!"

"He ain't a stranger, he's Kyle Garrick!  Besides, she'll understand when she sees 'im!"

"You're so stupid, Larry!  You fink that Mum won't tell us we can't go to the treehouse anymore?  A grown man got attacked where we play, and you fink that she'll still let us go out an' play wifout her?  Absolutely mad."

As Alaria starts to cry, it's clear that things have just crossed a line. Snake, the acting leader of this little group, stands off to the side with his arms crossed, leaving Collin and Gaz exchanging awkward glances.

"That's enough," Gaz says finally, earning a guilty-looking scowl from Snake. "It's alright, love,” he says, putting a gentle hand on Alaria’s shoulder.  “Brothers sometimes say things they don't mean.  Try not to think too badly of him, yeah?" He catches a tear with a knuckle and earns a small smile in return.

Collin, who had been standing and observing as he apparently tended to do, is now suddenly standing right next to them. It’s honestly a little unnerving how quietly he moves. 

"You smell like strawberries," the boy says enigmatically.

"Oi, what's he on about?" Snake asks from across the patch of woods.

Gaz looks over at Snake, repeating the other boy's statement. "Your mate Collin says I smell like strawberries."

Alaria leans in and sniffs. "You do."

"Alright, and...?"

"Hang on, lads. Didn't the Tesco have a special strawberry slush on this week?" Snake asks, coming to join the group.

"Strawberry's the best," Collin says.

"Aww, I wanted Mum to get us slushes," says Alaria wistfully.

Snake nudges Gaz's jacket open, squinting at his dark shirt. Suddenly, he grins. "Looks like you had a spill, mate. There."

Gaz looks down, and sure enough, there's the faint outline of a red stain which has the distinct smell of strawberries. He looks at Collin with respect. "Good nose, mate." It's hard to tell, but the boy gives an imperceptible smile. 

"Oi, Collin, how much did that strawberry slush cost?"

"Wot?" the boy answers.

"The price!  How much for the strawberry slush?"

”Price…,” Gaz mumbles, his mind spinning.

"Oh. Three quid."

"Hang on, I think I remembered something," Gaz says as if he can't believe it.

"Well, what is it?" Alaria asks, practically bouncing.

"I remembered Price.  Captain Price."

"Was he wif you at the market?"

Gaz grimaces. "I can't remember."

Snake raises his eyebrows. "Looks like you're startin' to wake up."

Chuckling, Gaz nods. "Looks that way."

"Let's go to Tesco!" Alaria says excitedly, raising her fist in the air.

It takes about five minutes to get out of the woods and into the main commercial area via a residential road, and Gaz couldn't be happier to see civilization again. The kids are fine, but he was starting to think he was stuck in some kind of Lord of the Flies alternate universe.

They approach the Tesco with Snake leading the way. "Awright, let's look inside, lads."

"Wait, we should take him to the counter, like what happens when you run off—"

"Yeah, yeah, enough." Snake scowls, covering his sister's mouth with his hand.

Collin snickers quietly.

"It's not a bad idea," Snake finally admits as he releases her.

"Agreed," Gaz says. "Good thinking, Alaria."

The group heads over to the customer service area, where all parents go to collect or report their wayward children. There, they see a rather miffed older gentleman with mutton chops.

"No, he's not a child—,” the man says to the customer service rep. “Look, I assure you, this is quite serious."

"Captain?" Gaz couldn't believe it. Of all the places, how could this actually be the right one?

The captain's head swivels around to face the group, the tension melting away on sight. "Gaz!" The tall man strides over to them with purpose.

"Is that your husband?" Alaria whispers.

Gaz nearly chokes on air. "Wha— No! That's my commanding officer."

"There's no shame in it,” Snake says. “Me mate, Dave's got two mums."

"I'm not ashamed, I'm just— no, you know what? Just no."

The kids giggle as Price closes in, taking Gaz by the shoulders and scrutinizing him for injuries. The man frowns. "You broken?"

"I'm good."

Price smiles. "Good lad."

After all is said and done, the mystery is finally revealed.  As it turns out, Tesco was besieged by an overzealous strawberry slush thief just as Price and Gaz were about to check out.  As Gaz tried to restrain the thief, the slush spilled onto his shirt, but the criminal broke free of his hold.  Gaz pursued him through the woods but was ambushed with a very hard blow to the head, where he fell unconscious and suffered short-term memory loss.

Now, as they all enjoy some fresh strawberry slushes to celebrate a job well done, Gaz turns to Snake.  "Listen.  A man's mind is his greatest asset. Keep your head on, yeah?"

“Yes, sir,” Snake says, his little chest puffing out with pride.

Gaz smiles.  “Good lad.”