#amnesia tw

[dhampiravidi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Jack Kline Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s13e06 Tombstone (Supernatural), Fluff, Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Oral Sex, Love Confessions, First Kiss

  Summary:

After the events in Tombstone, the pulse of energy that Jack sends out to knock over Dean, Sam, and Castiel before he disappears unintentionally erases more than a decade of Dean’s memory. Decidedly sick of the pining and eye-fucking he has been privy to, Sam impulsively uses the situation to his advantage. As they wait for Castiel to return from searching for Jack, Sam fills Dean in on the life he has forgotten, including the little white lie that Dean and Castiel are in a relationship.

[brctherscnce]

MAIN HEADCANON MASTERLIST

i have at least SOME things that might be different from main bayverse canon! thought it would be good to make a list of it here in my personal headcanons! this will be added to the main PINNED post.

note 1: i have not read the comics. while i have seen the movies, some details may've slipped my mind and i am currently basing my bayverse headcanon solely on a mixture of the movies and personal headcanon! note 2: while these are my headcanons, please note that OBVIOUSLY it depends on the mun im writing with on if theyre comfortable with them! i wont force these headcanons or character dynamics on others-- but it's a general idea of events that made him who he is!!

THIS WILL BE VERY LONG, SO IT WILL BE UNDER A READMORE!!

THERE WILL BE THEMES OF DEATH, WAR, TORTURE, BRAINWASHING, MENTAL HEALTH, DISSOCIATIVE DISORDERS, AND SO ON. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

first things first-- optimus was a miner. similarly to tfone, his orion days were mainly filled with mining, mining and more mining. it led to a while of yearning for something better-- and it's influenced many of his modern habits such as going for long periods of time without sleeping, an intimate understanding of the many shifting changes of the mines (as Primus's body/Cybertron attempts to heal), how to refine energon and an understanding of rationing said energon. however, if you give him an abundance of food that he can indeed have and does not need to share-- it will be wolfed down. he is not used to eating so much, and is only used to rationing and even then only simple meals.

he was mentored by stormreign, and meets megatron (and some others such as ratchet) through stormreign. during orion's struggles in the mines, he was eventually found and taken in by stormreign (the red knight in the Last Knight movie) to become an aspirant and then a knight of iacon. in order to study important topics such as battling and duels, orion meets megatron, a powerful gladiator who-- at first-- did not like orion and believed him a higher caste bot due to his role as aspirant. however, when orion explained his origins, this led to them bonding, and this is where optimus would have his more brutal fighting style when against several of the decepticons. he ALSO meets ratchet, as knights are expected to have basic medical knowledge, and ratchet was someone suggested due to his amazing medical prowess. this is where optimus has gotten the basic medical equipment that his servo can transform into.

as a knight-aspirant, he becomes an archivist/librarian. this was to encourage his studying, and help him understand not just more of Cybertron's history, but the concepts of art, literature, and many fine arts.

optimus meets MANY of his eventual old friends through the knights as an aspirant, save for Kup, whom he meets as a Prime. obviously, Optimus had a lot of old friends during the war. as a basic explanation: orion meets elita, who helps him with learning how to conduct his job as a new archivist/historian once he becomes a knight-aspirant. orion meets megatron to ask for his tutelage in one-on-one or one-on-group combat. orion meets ratchet in order to study basic medical treatment-- this is to allow for in-the-moment and emergency medical procedures to save someone's life on the battlefield, or to allow for quick tendings so as to heal for a time (however, quick tendings cannot replace proper medical care). orion, once becoming the leader of the Knights of Iacon, had personally requested for the assistance of Ultra Magnus (once requesting for the possibility of tutors) to learn how to properly lead a force as important as the Knights of Iacon. optimus (once made a prime) would eventually meet ironhide and kup in order to learn actual war tactics-- optimus was someone who wanted to understand what was happening on the battlefield, not being a leader that would sit back and watch things happen. he was determined to help his fellow soldiers and as such, he needed to learn how to PROPERLY fight on the field. kup and ironhide were his best choices.

megatron is a fellow knight!! yes indeed! obviously, he did not stay in the knights of iacon for very long-- but, with orion's many pleas to stormreign during the time he'd been training with megatron to understand battle and duels, stormreign eventually allows megatron to join the knights of iacon-- orion wanted megatron to have the chance at a new life, for them to truly be friends and to go on journeys together. obviously, that... didn't last too long.

optimus isnt just a knight-- hes the LEADER of the knights. orion didn't only just become a leader when he became prime. after the death of Stormreign (which happens in my canon and at a much earlier time), orion is deemed his successor and is expected to lead the knights. this catches Sentinel Prime's attention, and leads to Sentinel eventually choosing to take him under his wing and make orion into optimus.

sentinel makes orion into optimus. after orion is made into the leader of the knights of iacon, Sentinel catches notice of orion and, in order to make a political move of keeping the Knights of Iacon in his pocket, takes in a very emotionally-distraught orion that recently lost his mentor/sire-figure. this would be around the time of a rebellion being led by a newly-formed group called the Decepticons... and this would lead to Sentinel making Orion into Optimus, to make him the face of the Primacy and thus gets to leave Optimus to do his work while Sentinel leaves with the Pillars.

sentinel didn't betray optimus once, but THRICE. with stormreign's death-- it wasn't just a matter of sentinel waiting for the right time 'til stormreign eventually died. in order to have power over the knights of iacon through using a grieving orion, sentinel killed stormreign... very similarly to that of how ironhide was killed. with his back turned, and with his familiar blaster that'd turn poor mechs into rust-dust. it was nothing personal for sentinel. it was simply an advantageous move for him. and THEN, when optimus DID become prime? sentinel had used it as a way to make optimus the figurehead of the war that was beginning between Sentinel and the Decepticons, thus allowing optimus to take the fall while Sentinel left with the Pillars.

during the war, optimus was called 'nemesis prime'. yes! i have it to where nemesis always has been an active part of optimus, and not something that he was just named out of the blue. during the war, when it got worse and worse optimus began to take a more cold approach towards his foes over time, acting more like a gladiator than a knight due to his feelings of a need to survive as well as to protect the others around him-- this led to him becoming far more ruthless, brutal, yet efficient on the battlefield. thus, this led to the Decepticons giving him the name of Nemesis Prime, originally out of propaganda against the Autobots. THIS is what is eventually used by Quintessa, who is actively using his past traumas to control him more. this will be talked about more later.

this is a lot for the pre and mid-cybertron war eras! here's some mid-series and post-war!

just like in the Transformers (2007) game, Optimus does not ask for the Allspark to be pushed into his own sparkcore. Instead, he does THIS with it to Megatron while saying 'you left me no choice, brother'.

the matrix is optimus's life support. with optimus having been killed at the hands of megatron and the other decepticons, this obviously led to a... lack of life. lack of spark. you know the deal. however, with the matrix being granted to him and as something that is possibly connected to the allspark/well of sparks/primus himself, it's given optimus a new chance at life, though his spark has a wispy 'cracked' or 'shattered' look to it due to the matrix being plunged into his very sparkcore by sam. depending on his physical state-- if he is left without the matrix, he will die within a few months or weeks if he's lucky, or within a few days if not.

optimus still has his jetwings! hell yeah he does! when revived and given the extra parts through Jetfire's sacrifice, some of this had permanently altered the way optimus would transform, allowing for the possibility of transforming to have wings on his back and thrusters to help him fly through the air. however, as most of these parts had fallen, Optimus couldn't really get them again until he'd rescanned a truck during Age of Extinction and had gotten a fresh glow-up. he does not use them often, and they are TECHNICALLY 'detachable'. he still has the mechanisms for supporting wings within his back, but the 'wing' plates themselves will come from the hauler he sometimes has. the hauler can transform (it is more 'sectioned' with how the plating is than it may look to the human eye, due to it also needing to be disguised). this can form the mighty wings optimus has.

optimus and megatron form a rather rocky truce to take down sentinel together. this is the ONLY thing i know about the comics due to the fact michael bay got pissy mad at it DFKSLDH but... optimus, at megatron's offer of a truce, accepted it without fail. things were getting rough on earth by this point, and optimus could tell that sentinel's shit was gonna make things worse... if they wanted to take down a more wiser fella like Sentinel, they had to work together. so, like old times during their knighthood together, they fight to take on sentinel and kill him once and for all. and while obviously the two would separate after this, it wouldn't be for long, as around this time the CIA would force NEST to become Cemetery Wind/the TRF, and thus begin to hunt down Cybertronians. megatron would be nearly killed in his weakened state by lockdown, who would take him to KSI in order to let them experiment and create their own transformers

sam is dead. you heard that right. for most interactions mid-AOE and onward as well as post-series (obviously save for exceptions based on interactions with other muns), sam was killed. this was during one of optimus's attempts to escape along with some of the remaining Autobots (bumblebee) to reach a place where they could hide. however, as they were attacked, sam was killed in the crossfire by Cemetery Wind. he had his body gently prepared and returned to his family.

optimus doesn't kill attinger. i imagine that optimus, despite EVERYTHING, would not have attinger killed. it was no doubt that cade was in danger, but i imagine optimus certainly could've managed another way to distract attinger or knocking him out through the use of a blast nearby him to send him flying instead of killing him, or using other tricks like his optics that made it look like he could have the goddamn ground crumble beneath people's feet. as seen in the previous movie(s), he could INDEED take on multiple opponents at once.

ALSO, optimus does not instantly leave earth when the battles are over. optimus sees it as HIS fault that cade and tessa lost their homes, despite cade willingly bringing him in and offering to tend to him. so, optimus takes this time to find them new homes (and help tessa into college somehow) while also ensuring their safety. this is when he eventually gets to help cade with reaching the junkyard and having it be a safe place for bots. he does everything he can to at least make sure everyone is safe enough before he leaves. and even THEN, optimus communicates what he plans on doing: finding their creator, the one who killed so many just to get Optimus back. and deal with whoever this creator might be. and while he does know bumblebee may struggle with the leadership role due to the behavior Drift showed with him-- optimus will do EVERYTHING to give him the confidence to lead, and shows him that he really can be an amazing leader.

due to different timezones and orbital cycles on planets, Optimus was tortured for far longer than what was seen on-screen. cybertron and earth have different orbital cycles, different timezones, and different ways of measuring time. this means that optimus was tortured for longer than what was possibly seen in the movie by Quintessa-- he could've arrived to Cybertron far earlier than expected, and thus tortured for longer than expected. and she certainly did a lot if OPTIMUS PRIME had his will broken and thus forcibly controlled by Quintessa. this has left Optimus deeply traumatized, afraid of intimacy if it is not with someone he's known for ages (i.e, Kup, Ratchet, Ironhide, or any others, as well as Cade), and often has night terrors.

NEMESIS PART I: despite Nemesis being rather cruel, he is still Optimus at spark. obviously, there's major differences, like Nemesis actively threatening to kill humans, going out of his way to get the Staff to let earth be harvested, and striking down his fellow knights (as well as fighting Bumblebee). HOWEVER, i imagine Nemesis is someone who will not actively fight if people do not get in his way. he is not actively hostile to fellow Cybertronians-- after all, his goal is to revitalize Cybertron and kill Unicron. if humans are not actively trying to attack him, kill him, or get in his way with retrieving the staff, they are spared.

NEMESIS PART II: Nemesis Prime is a result of an identity disorder for protecting himself from his trauma. nemesis is not some 'evil part' of Optimus Prime, but is actually Optimus mentally and emotionally retreating to a point in time during the War on Cybertron, where he took a far more cold and ruthless approach against his enemies and became far more distant and brutal-- it is a separate identity formed from his experiences during the war. he is intense. he is determined to push people away. it is a means of protecting himself and focusing solely on survival. it could be something akin to some sort of dissociative identity disorder. he threatens because he is afraid... but does not actually want to hurt anyone. it is simply because when Nemesis usually fronts, it is to protect Optimus's psyche-- if you are kind to him, he is confused by it (but will, inevitably, return the kindness... in his own way). Optimus will not remember what he did as Nemesis Prime unless he is told.

as of current, Optimus blames himself for EVERYTHING that happened on Cybertron. it does not matter if Megatron himself started the war or if Sentinel Prime forcibly put Optimus into the role of Prime to make him the face of said war. Optimus blames himself for the actions taken-- for the Allspark, for fighting against the Fallen, for fighting and killing Sentinel, for 'allowing himself' (being tortured and broken) to be brainwashed by Quintessa, and for ultimately stopping Earth from being harvested multiple times... as well as for what happened to the Autobots.

he is also attempting to rebuild the commandeered knight ship from Age of Extinction. yes, the ship that Lockdown himself commandeered-- Optimus has retaken it (somehow, probably through a BUNCH of work). considering it held Optimus's very sword within it (as well as his reaction to seeing what Lockdown had done to it, AND Lockdown mentioning his fellow knights), it is safe to say it was once a ship used by the Knights of Iacon. Optimus is attempting to have it fixed in order to eventually leave Earth to try to somehow revitalize Cybertron or find a new planet to call home, all to protect his fellow Autobots. however... that doesn't mean he'll just leave forever. ESPECIALLY considering Cybertron is in place of Earth's moon now.

[thelittleangel]

would you maybe write rick grimes x gn!reader? maybe rick takes them in after woodbury because they tried to help maggie escape.

could u make it super angsty like reader gets hurt or sick at the prison.

Les oiseaux en cage

tags: rick grimes x gender-neutral reader, gender neutral reader, angst, hurt/ comfort, reader has amnesia

warning: amnesia, angst, hurt / comfort, reader passes out, reader has amnesia

note: thank you, thank you, thank you so much for this request!!! It makes me so happy!!! I hope I wrote a story that fulfilled your request!

I have very few memories of my time in Woodbury. I remember being captured. And being told the rest of my group left me. I remember when Maggie and Glenn came. I remember hearing them beating Glenn through the walls, and my whispered conversations with Maggie.

The rest is just a dark pit.

The last thing I remember about that place is gas pouring into the room and someone yanking me up by my arm.

I don’t know why they let me stay with them. But I decided pretty early on that I was going to be useful during my time there. I didn’t want to be cut loose, to be forced to survive this world alone.

So I’ve been helping out a lot.

And I don’t stay in the dark.

I clean and repair weapons, clear areas of walkers, and I’ve been working on a secret project of my own.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m working on this special project when I hear my name being called. It sounds urgent. Rushing over, the sun’s in my eyes. I’m burning up and I just realized I haven’t had any water.

My head spins, and there’s a pressure that I’ve never felt before.

Next thing I know, I’m on the ground.

I hear someone call out my name as the world fades to black.

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The next few days were hazy. Moments of consciousness, followed by long periods of sleep. Sometimes someone would be there with me, sometimes I would be alone.

When I finally came to, it was dark. I quickly sat up, running to the door. Someone grabbed my arm, gently pulling me back into the cell.

I whipped around, grabbing whoever was behind me and slamming them against the wall.

Rick stared back at me, quiet and confused. I let him go, stepping back into the light of the moon shining through the windows. “You’ve been asleep for three days. You’ve been working almost nonstop. I don’t ever want to see you do that to yourself again.”

I avoided his gaze. He turned to me and said “Why do you do that to yourself anyway? Work yourself to the bone, going for so long without water or rest?”

“To prove that I belong here.”

When I finally looked up at him, he had a disconcerted look on his face. He breathed out a sigh. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone here. You’ve done so much for so many of us. Maggie and Glenn especially.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you tried to save them.”

I walk back into my cell, my head spinning. “Rick, I don’t remember a lot of my time in Woodbury. And I don’t remember if I ever tried to James Dean my way out of there.”

“Regardless, you were with them when we found you. Glenn says you tried but were caught.”

I sat down on my bed. I feel the tears start coming, and the fog in my brain feels so thick. He kneels down in front of me, his hand a reassuring weight on my cheek.

He gently wipes my tears away with his thumb before speaking.

“You belong in this group. You belong with us. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to prove that you belong here.”

“You should get some rest.” He stands up, patting my shoulder before walking out of the room.

“Rick.”

He turns around, his face barely visible in the moonlight.

Looking down at my hands, I was almost embarrassed to ask him for this.

“Could you please stay with me?”

His lips twitch upward. He slowly walks over to my bed and takes off his shoes. He sits beside me, and I lay down. He places a gentle hand on my arm.

I look up at him, watching his eyes as I fall asleep.

[hmshermitcraft]

The Watchers messed with Grian memories so bad he barely remembers anything before Hermitcraft, he was content with knowing he will probably never get his memories back and the Hermits will always love him even if he does end up getting them back, but having three people in front of you say that their your siblings freaks you out a bit.

He's... Mostly surprised. Sure, he'd considered the possiblity that there was people he'd left behind but that's... Different from actually seeing them. Family. He has family?

The hermits have already thoroughly vetted these three. They weren't allowed on the server until they got enough proof to satisfy them, nevermind near Grian.

Grian spends the day with them, looking at pictures and listening to their stories. He wishes he could remember. He wishes there was some magical moment when it all comes back to him but... No. He's just stuck with these people who know him so well, and yet they're strangers to him.

It's a relief, at the end of the day, to retreat into the safe arms of the hermits. He's excited to learn more about himself, but... It's good to have people supporting him on that journey.

[cascigarette]

lucifer temporarily erasing all of sams memories while in the cage and then telling sam about his own life the way lucifer wants to tell it. like how they were "made for each other" and his family hates him or like he's always been in the cage with lucifer and will never leave. and having to depend on lucifer for the truth. and then when sam gets his memories back he doesn't know what's real and what lucifer made up 👀

[fairytail-multishipper]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66134758

This is my work for the Pride Month Exchange I’m hosting!

My recipient is @rem-know and they requested a Fraxus Memory Loss AU

I hope you enjoy it! I can also email an PDF file to my recipient if wanted!

[rexheroum]

[AMNESIA] a starter where my muse has lost all of their memories and doesn't remember your muse (+ REVERSE to reverse) (Go ahead, break my heart 😆)

@frombehindpaleeyes // Evelyn xx Alastair, feat. Eleanor // Amnesia!AU

A teenaged Eleanor ran to find Evelyn, having been taking her shift in watching her father to see when he would awaken. Nearly falling into Evelyn’s bedchambers, a panting crown princess found her mother and collapsed into her arms with tears in her eyes. “He’s awake, but…but…he didn’t recognize me, or know where he was,” she sniffled, distraught and heartbroken by her adoptive father’s amnesia.

“Maybe you can prompt his memories to return,” Eleanor said hopefully, giving Evelyn wide hopeful eyes. “He loves you so much, I can see you being who can spark his memory. I also wrote to my aunts so they’d come and try helping as well,” she informed her mother, wiping a tear away from her eye.

“He has to remember, right? It was just a concussion, and not even a bad one,” Eleanor sniffled, pleading with Evelyn for comfort.

Alastair had awoken in a disoriented state, his head aching as if he’d been kicked by a horse to the head. Fortunately, he’d only fallen off his horse rather than a fatal blow that a kick to the head would have been. “Where…who…” he trailed off, uncertain of who or where he was. He recognized the crest hanging in front of the bed he was in, but could not place why.

[byrdtrollsunoreversearchive]

[lunarcovehq]

If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song

IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL - PLOT DROP

It only takes one instant for life to dramatically change and, that instant, for Mason Mahir occurred when they were stumbling home from the Reed Twin's Birthday Bash. They hadn't had much to drink, or at least they couldn't remember if they had, and yet the previous day and a half all seemed rather fuzzy to them. They remembered showing up at Jamie Bennett's house for the party with Rangi Hira as their plus one. They remembered doing a canon ball into the pool. They remembered giving Poppy and Linden their birthday gifts. They remembered nabbing the penne alla vodka Jamie had made and making a run for it around the premises, but everything before that and everything after? Blank.

They stepped out into the cool summer night air, massaging their temples and clutching their side. They could feel a sharp pain along their lower abdomen, but chalked it up to how hard they must have gone back at the party, kicking off on their skateboard to head home. They made it down the street and around the corner. But, as they were skating past the stop sign over on Park Street, they were hit by an oncoming car. The impact was defying. The screaming wails of the banshees that broke out merely second before only made the collision of metal against skin seem ten times worse.

The party was over. Some fled over the fence of Jamie's backyard, while others ran out into the street to see what happened only to find Elena Gomez-Alvaro in tears as she clutched Mason Mahir's frail frame.

"Somebody call 911!"

But, it was too late. The light faded out of Mason's eyes before the ambulance could even show up. Time of death 12:23a. Elena Gomez-Alvaro has now officially triggered her werewolf curse. She will turn by the next full moon. While the rest of the town that was out and about that night watched in horror as another life was taken from them. Rangi Hira clung to one of Mason's hands while Song Seo-Joon held the other and, there was nothing anyone could do, but watch.

Please say goodbye to Mason. Pace will be posting one final self-para. Unfollow to come.

REMINDERS

Surprise Lunar Covians! It is time to say goodbye to one of our longstanding characters in this group. Mason Mahir has been a character here since March of last year and, as heartbreaking as it is, it is time for his story to come to an end.

The plot drop is completely optional for you to react to IC, so if you'd like your character to react to the above, you are more than welcome to, but please don't feel obligated to.

While, Mason is no longer here, the character is still Pace's, so please plot with Pace still if you decide to have your character say goodbye to Mason in their last few moments.

For the Werewolves: For the werewolves, you have a new werewolf who will be joining your ranks. Elena Gomez-Alvaro has now triggered their werewolf curse, so feel free to react accordingly.

For the Witches: You have just lost one of your own. Mason will not be coming back at this time, so you're welcome to have your characters react accordingly to that as well.

For everyone: There will be a funeral, held for Mason at a later date. Please keep an eye out for another plot drop to come. Also, for the Council, more information will come as well, so we will be having Council HC's at a later date, but hang tight on that for a few days.

Last, but not least, we typically say have fun with these things, but this time around, we will leave the plot drop off on- if you're mad that Mason is dead, blame Pace ;)

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

It was raining but there was no chill in the air to make him shiver through his soaked through clothes. Blood trailed from the wound behind his ear to trail down the back of his neck and beneath the collar of the brown leather jacket, dark splotches splattered over the shoulder. His head throbbed painfully, radiating over his neck and shoulders. But there were no memories of what happened or where he was.

Who he was.

All he could do was walk down the street - Bourbon Street, stopping to check the name on a street sign - and occasionally peek in store windows in hopes he might see something he recognized. Black eyes didn't see the ones watching him from the shadows nor stalking him from the rooftops. He continued walking down the sidewalk, trying to figure out where he was and why he was there.

@emmatriarchy

[brctherscnce]

@alacritysparked continued from here.

--

This was something Optimus dreaded talking about.

Just thinking about what she did to him was so hard to talk about, to think about. Every time his optics shuttered, he could swear he saw her. When he tried to recharge, he felt like he was back in that moment and feeling volts run through his body. And every time he ever felt his emotions becoming too much, he always remembered that moment when he came-to and was staring down at Bumblebee's exhausted frame, with his armblade ejected and ready to strike.

... He was scared of it. A part of him didn't know what the reaction would be, even if the rational side of him KNEW that Bumblebee would be understanding like he said. He just didn't want to break down and leave Bumblebee feeling like he had to act strong for Optimus, too.

The Prime just made his way over, and slowly sat himself down next to Bumblebee. He was already starting to fidget.

" When I... left Earth, it was a very... in-the-moment choice. Despite what I saw of you and the others' interactions, I thought that indeed, they would still listen. And... I wasn't thinking at all, when I left. A part of me wanted to run away-- I was... scared. Scared because of what happened to Sam when I failed to protect him, scared of what would happen to everyone-- I felt like I'd... failed. That I'd failed everyone. I thought it would be better if I left, especially knowing why Lockdown began to hunt us all down at all. "

" But I also left to try to find our creators. They had been the reason for Lockdown to begin hunting us down, to find me... I left Earth to find them, and landed on Cybertron. And then... I found... " That was when he started to falter. His voicebox was starting to crackle, as if suddenly wanting to silence him and never continue what he wanted to say, so all he could do was at first stutter, " I-I... found... her. Quintessa. "

Stay strong. Stay strong, Optimus. This was Bumblebee. You cannot falter around Bumblebee.

" ... I didn't know it at the time, I never learned who she truly was, but later on after I'd regained myself, I learned she was the Deceiver that my fellow Knights always warned me about in my youth. I... was captured. And tortured. " It was the only way Optimus could manage to say it without losing the visage he tried to keep. Just keeping it at one single word, not at all delving into what happened-- he wouldn't be able to handle it, not one bit. Maybe at some point he could try to delve deeper, but... he didn't know if he could right now.

Some parts of those memories had been blocked out-- some of them only Nemesis had known, now buried deep within Optimus's mind and hidden away, lest he wanted to crumble entirely. Optimus breathed out and tried to speak again. " ... She overtook my mind and brainwashed me. I... can't remember much, besides fleeting moments in between when I'd have small realizations. All I know was that during that time I was... cold. "

" I... I never wanted to fight you, Bumblebee. " Optimus managed to continue now, his servo lifting to hover over the left side of his face where the brand once was-- the metal was still warped and scarred.

" ... I'm sorry. For everything I put you through. "

[walker-extended-universe]

What are the odds?, Chapter 1

Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Amnesia, Confusion, Explosions, Burns, Injury, Injury Recovery, Family Feels, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: A strange coincidence leads to a mix up that our heroes may never recover from…. Assuming anyone realizes the mistake.

Or: in which Cordell dies and Sam gets mistaken as a Texas Ranger

Written for @whumptober Day 9: Mistaken Identity

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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The Walker family didn’t know what to think when they saw the explosion on the news. They knew he’d been there. That morning he’d warned them he had a big job that day and he might be out late. “Things could get messy. Just keep an eye out, alright?”

None of them had expected “messy” to mean “massive explosion that took out most of the people on both sides of the confrontation”.

Seeing it on the news had been terrifying. Waiting on the call to tell them if Cordell was among the dead was agonizing.

Liam could hardly believe it when James called and told them he was alive. “He’s not in the clear yet though,” he warned. “He has a lot of severe burns, broken bones, the works. The doctors aren’t sure he’ll pull through or what it’ll mean for him if he does. Just- temper your expectations, alright?”

Despite the grim report, Liam couldn’t help but feel optimistic. As long as Cordell came home, they could deal with whatever he could throw at them. It made the long hours of silence in the waiting room just a little more bearable to think that way.

—-------------

Earlier that day…..

Just one more case , Sam promised himself. One more case, then your own. Find a girl, a dog, white picket fence, two and a half kids, the works. Just like you promised.

Sam had never lied to himself when he said Dean was the one that made hunting worth it. All the blood and guts and death were damn near unbearable without his brother by his side. But he still felt a duty to help people and it was hard to break the habit of gearing up when he saw a strange death in the paper.

He was sure this was a djinn case. He’d scoped out a few other places in the area but didn’t find any sign of a nest there. This old warehouse was the last place on his list within a 25 mile radius. If he didn’t find a nest here, he’d have to expand his search.

When he heard voices, he thought he’d struck gold. When he saw the guns, he knew he was in trouble.

No one saw him. He could just sneak away and-

Boom

He didn’t have time to react before everything happened. One moment he was sneaking for the door, the next he was stuck under a pile of rubble from the concrete ceiling. Fire was all around him, not that he was aware of it as one of the pieces hit his head.

He also wasn’t aware that on the other side of the lot, a man that could’ve been his twin was dead and buried even further under the rubble than he was.

When Sam Winchester was found and Cordell Walker was left behind, no one on the scene was aware of it.

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“Family of Cordell Walker?”

“Yes- Here.” Liam was the first one up and he heard the rest of his family gather anxiously behind him. “Is he okay?”

“He’s stable,” the doctor saud. “We believe he’ll make a full physical recovery. He sustained some very severe burns and multiple broken bones but it’s nothing we can’t handle. Our concern is his mental state. He suffered a very severe head injury during the explosion. He is awake now and we’ll be running some tests to gauge the full extent of the damage but as far as we can tell he’s dealing with amnesia and limited cognitive function.”

Liam swallowed hard. “Amnesia? How- How bad?”

“Like I said, it’s going to take some time until we know for sure how bad it is. So far the only thing he’s told us is that he wants to see his brother. You can see him now if you want, but we will be limiting his visitors until we’ve gotten the full scope of his condition.”

Liam nodded. “Yeah. No, we understand. I- I’ll see him now.” He had to know Cordell was okay, or at the very least alive.

“Of course. Come with me.”

The doctor led him down a series of hallways into the ICU. When they reached his brother’s room, the doctor let him go in first.

Seeing Cordell like this was difficult, though it wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. He was bandaged all over and had a cast on one arm and one leg. Considering how close to death he’d come, Liam couldn’t help but be grateful even if Cordell wasn’t that comfortable.

“Hey, Cordi….”

His brother’s head snapped around to look at him and his brow furrowed. “...Who are you?”

Liam’s heart sank but he tried to keep his smile. “I’m Liam. Your brother. You were asking to see me, remember?”

Cordell nodded. “Right. Right. My brother. I’m sorry, I just- I don’t-”

“You don’t remember. I know. It’s okay.” Liam came over to the bed and sat on the edge. “There’s a lot of things you don’t remember. But that’s okay. Me, Mom and Dad, the kids, Geri, we’re all going to help you remember and get back on your feet, okay?”

Cordell nodded but he still seemed confused. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I- Thank you. It’s-” he broke off in a dry chuckle “- It’s just weird. Hard. Scary. Not being able to remember anything. I mean… Even my name doesn’t feel right. I mean… Cordell Beauregard Walker? Do our parents hate me or something?”

Liam chuckled. “It’s a family name, for the record. And it’s good to know your sense of humor is still intact, even if we all have to suffer from it.”

Cordell rolled his eyes. “Whatever, jerk.”

Liam laughed. Cordell looked at him like he was expecting something else but moved on anyway. “So…. Mom and Dad and kids…. You should probably fill me in on them before they come in and get upset I don’t know them.”

That was probably a good idea. “I’ll try my best. Maybe I should make you a set of index cards….”

“Yeah, yeah….”

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 02: I'll call out your name, but you won't call back

Delirium

1427 Words; PN Rapids AU

TW for injury

AO3 ver

Raz groaned. The pain had only gotten worse since waking up next to the river. His head was pounding, distant sights and sounds passing through it only to elude his memory once they were gone.

Still, he continued to follow Loboto through the trees, trusting in the dentist to know where to go. It wasn’t like Raz knew, after all. Better to follow someone who hadn’t had all of their memories washed away by the water.

(Was that how it worked? Did the water sluice over his head and wash all of the memories away? Was that why his head hurt the way it did?)

Loboto clambered over a fallen… log, that was the word. An overturned tree was a log.

There were still a lot of words that Raz didn’t know, a lot of things that they passed that he couldn’t recognize. But Loboto was “the Greatest Dentist of this Century” which had to be important. And important people knew things, Raz was sure. So it made the most sense to continue following him along.

But still. Ow.

Raz stumbled over—he wasn’t sure. Was the ground (that was the word, ground) supposed to be uneven?—something, he stumbled over something—it didn’t matter what it was called, just that he had stumbled over it—and his arms snapped out to his sides as he took several steps too fast in an effort to keep himself upright. In doing so, he ran smack into the back of Loboto’s… coat and bounced backwards, landing on the ground.

Pain lurched through him like… well, Raz’ everything hurt, and that was what was important, here. The snatches of forgotten memories ceased for a moment—oh, wow, was the world supposed to spin like this?

Loboto said something, but it was lost against the rush of… whatever in Raz’ ears. His chest ached and the thought of getting back up only made his limbs heavy with dread. Yeah, that’s what he was feeling. Dread.

(Such a weird word. Dread. One letter off from dead. That had to be intentional, Raz was sure.

He wasn’t sure what death felt like, but he was sure this had to be pretty close. He couldn’t imagine feeling much worse.)

A gloved hand grabbed Raz by the shoulder, guiding him up until he was sitting. Cool metal pressed against Raz’ forehead. “Well, you don’t seem to be feverish.” Loboto mused. They removed their metal hand from Raz’ forehead, standing back up.

Loboto began to mutter, and for all that Raz tried to pay attention, his words were lost against the throbbing of Raz’ head and the ringing of his ears.

With a sigh, Raz let his eyes slip closed, the back of his head impacting the ground again.

+=+=+=+=+

The problem with finding children washed up on the riverbank was that the water was rarely so kind as to leave them unscathed. Compound that with the lack of supplies resulting from being maybe-but-not-really-on-the-run, and Loboto was faced with quite the conundrum.

The kid had all but agreed to work for them, Loboto thought, so it was Loboto’s responsibility to take care of him. Letting employees fall to harm just wouldn’t do! He was a reformed man!

…Even if they were still trying to figure out what that meant for him.

Well, whatever. Loboto shook his head. Raz had helped him in the past, and now Raz was hurt with nary a single adult figure in sight. Nary a single adult figure but Loboto, who was now obliged to handle this.

Loboto muttered to themself. The kid was injured, and maybe even sick from the dip in the water. Loboto had… none of his tools, not that they would help here. Raz didn’t have any cavities last they’d checked. Tooth care was still very important!! But somehow, Loboto had the distinct feeling that not even pulling teeth could really help Raz out here. What was afflicting the child was something… different. Something that wasn’t tooth-related at all.

Which was way too far from Loboto’s expertise. Oh sure, they’d stolen brains and mutated fish, but that was all behind him now! And even then, Loboto hadn’t been a doctor, and they sure weren’t now!

Well. He was a tooth doctor, but, as previously established, that wouldn’t help them here.

Loboto turned back to Raz. The kid probably needed rest, but this was hardly the place for it, they were sure. Raz had already gone back to laying down in the dirt, eyes closed—

Shit.

“You better not be dead.” Loboto muttered, leaning back over him. They poked at Raz’ face. No response.

The kid’s chest did seem to be moving, though, so he probably wasn’t dead. Yet.

“C’mon c’mon c’mon,” Loboto all but whined, “You gotta get up, kid.” The longer they stayed in these woods, the longer they were unable to access supplies. Loboto was not cut out for foraging, they were sure.

But Raz remained out of it, lost to the world. Loboto was half-tempted to simply pick up the kid and continue on, but they should at least make sure he was alright to be moved, first. Right?

Ugh. Children could be so fiddly, sometimes. Surely Loboto had never been so confounding.

With nothing better to do, Loboto sat down, continuing to poke at Raz’ chest. The kid would have to wake up eventually.

Right?

+=+=+=+=+

Raz floated.

That was really the only way he could describe it. He was floating, limbs splayed out around him in the nothingness that stretched around him. He couldn’t tell up from down, couldn’t tell if he was moving at all. He simply existed, cold tugging at him as he floated.

There was something familiar about the sensation, though—or maybe that was why he was feeling this, maybe his brain was only making all of this up based on what it could remember.

…Where did that thought come from? His brain making things up? That didn’t make sense. What even was a brain, anyway, and what would it have to make up?

An open door, a tugging sensation under his scalp.

Twisting colors, frustration stinging under his scalp like ants, weightlessness propelling him along, color turned gray and slow, playing cards, giant teeth, milk, tiny screaming voices, ringing bells, rolling squelching, red lights and loud music, squirmy bugs, flowers, water, water, water, water everywhere, water coming to HURT HIM—

Raz jolted. His head screamed at him, painfully. He tumbled, end over end—

Blue and green fabric, bright lights, loud thoughts and voices, rough hands in his own, catching him, holding him, making sure he’d never fall—

Raz reached out desperately for the memory. That was important. It had to be. If he could only just—

Nothing. Blue and green fabric melted together into nothing in his brain. A sense of longing filled Raz, but no matter how hard he reached, there was nothing for him to grab. Nothing for him to remember.

The nothing spun. Light erupted throughout the nothingness, a scratchy voice pulling Raz back.

The world came into existence around him. The ground was rough beneath him, sunlight coming down in dappled beams through the leaves on the trees. Loboto was leaning over him, poking at his chest.

“We need to get out of these woods.” Loboto decided.

Bereft of any other course to take, Raz nodded. He had to trust the dentist; he had little other choice. There was nobody else in his memory—and even if there was, how could he be so sure that they’d help him? How could he be sure that the longing he felt wasn’t in some way misplaced? That it wasn’t for something rather than someone?

Raz knew so little about everything, thanks to the river, and that left him so utterly dependent on Loboto. So he shoved the pain to the back of his mind and stood up.

A gloved hand wrapped around his midsection, lifting him up and bracing him against Loboto’s side. “This should be faster.” They declared, “And you shouldn’t be walking on your leg right now anyway. Wouldn’t want it to get worse!”

As they set off, Raz tucked against the dentist like… well, he was more or less hanging from the arm wrapped around him, his arms and legs kind of dangling before he got it in his head to grasp at the fabric of Loboto’s coat.

But as they set off, at a faster pace, Raz let himself relax.

He knew so little about everything, thanks to the river—

But he’d make it with Loboto’s help, he was sure.

[stigmvtas]

CAIN ROMANOV — ABRIDGED.

welcome to marina, CAIN ROMANOV ( nonbinary, they/them ) ! they are a THIRTY SIX year old who has lived on the island for MOST OF THEIR LIFE. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and works as a LIBRARIAN. everyone also says they look a lot like AARON TVEIT. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.

MENTIONS OF DRUGS, CULTS, DISAPPEARANCE / MISSING PERSONS, MORE DRUGS, ADDICTION, AMNESIA, AND TRAUMA.

profile.

full name: cain alexei romanov.

birthday: feburary 19th, 1987.

astrology: pisces sun, scorpio moon, cancer ascending.

sexuality: bisexual.

currently listening to: no surprises by radiohead.

last known location: [[[cannot be found]]]

PINTEREST.

brief history.

born to one of marina's current senators, vaughn romanov, and his philanthropist wife adelaide. the eldest of five in a very nuclear, picture perfect, preppy chic family.

upbringing consists of becoming an outstanding citizen; the golden child destined to follow in their father's footsteps - life planned out in front of them, just need to follow the lines. volunteer work and bible study, star athlete and student body president.

always in the public eye, standing besides their father - the ideal to work towards, a shining star - leading model to follow. cain's anything but that behind closed doors; arrogant and harrowing - classist, sneering. consequences never faced - because who could face cain, who could stand up to their antics? a narcissist who never lifted a finger - others doing their bidding in hopes of just a taste of cain's life.

drugs; a poli - sci major in college, business minor - frat president, a face seen everywhere, even in the dim light of a party gone on for too long. when they're too bored with the everyday - they become a middleman for suppliers and dealers, another form of control - another form of payment, something to pass the time.

everything changes when they meet the meyers; an older couple who volunteered alongside them and their father around the holidays. they take a liking to cain - and cain takes a liking to them; grandparents sparsely in the picture, and the meyers practically surrogates. they get closer as months turn into years - meet their family, visit on the holidays - clapping at their graduation.

cult mindsets; manipulation slow but sure - the more they talk about religion, and the end of all days, and the rapture; the more cain listens. the restraints of capitalism, of all materialistic item - of vanity. cain falls deeper and deeper, plays right into their hands.

disappearance; the turning point's when cain finds out that they're not their father's son - that they're illegitimate, that everything's been for nothing. hurt and betrayed - cain disappears into the night and isn't heard from again, leaving their family and a fiancee behind.

cult / drugs; in a brief summary - it's everything that cain's been conditioned to want; free from consumerism, free from material guilt - living out their days and preparing for the world to end. spiritual awakenings and drug use, days blurring into one another - cain worshipped as a savior, as the one they've been waiting for; a leader, like how they've been raised. saviors turn to martyrs, and everyone needs a strawman - and everyone needs an example. days further blurs - years passing, years of things cain can't remember - doesn't want to, doesn't need to. at some point - they're left for dead, that much they remember.

by some miracle - cain reemerges ten years later. they're found off of a highway and brought in - and unable to recall where they've been since their disappearance. memory spotty overall - missing chunks of their life, of who they were - of who they used to be. the news calls it a miracle - photos of the family hugging one another; of cain pulling away from their touch - heaving, sobbing; overwhelmed and afraid.

it's only been a year since cain escaped the cult - since cain survived; almost two years, with the new years coming up - the anniversary of their disappearance, and their rescue. years and years and years apart.

facts & temperaments.

no longer who they once were - it's like they're a different person. their memory is shot beyond hell; still struggles with remembering details of their past life, pre - cult. still struggles with remembering the day to day. they're convinced that it's karma at work - that they deserved this, that it's their chance to repent, to change - to be better. has spent most of their time back apologizing to others for who they used to be.

always been fairly quiet, but they're quieter now. more reserved - less confident in their self. ego death to the max. kinder, and a little sarcastic - skeptical of others, brain - rotting paranoia that makes them distrust strangers. they're working on it, though.

drugs / addiction; the drug use during their cult - time was... intense, to say the least. things they wouldn't do now - still struggles with addiction, though substances have changed. keeps it private.

can't sleep for very long anymore - insomnia and night terrors. constantly deprived of it - though they're used to it. still isn't used to waking up and forgetting where they are - the names of their loved ones, their faces. what they've done the past five days - what they're going to do next. a constant battle.

trauma; they attend therapy weekly - sometimes bi - weekly, if time allows. working on their ptsd, on memory recovery - on their addiction, on the stutter that's formed after years of traumatic events happening over and over and over again. their anxiety, their severe touch aversion that leaves them unable to have skin - to - skin contact with anyone. even the people they love the most.

on a lighter note they have four cats! there's frank, who sometimes goes by big chungus when it's yelled - he's white and grey. then there's brock, who is orange and stoic and fluffy, and shoelace, who is missing an eye and half an ear. and crunchwrap supreme, crunch for short. a calico <3 they keep pictures of their cats on them at all times. on their phone, in their wallet. everywhere.

pretty blunt. they won't go out of their way to talk about the cult, but they won't deny being part of it, and tries to not shy away from the topic if it comes up. it might help them remember more. it also might get the person asking them questions to go away faster. honesty is the best policy!

screwed up so many people's lives both pre - cult and their disappearance. just. fucked up so many people. it's okay. cain's trying to make up for it. feels the need to redeem their self.

low energy. still sociable, and still tries to hold up conversations even though it's a struggle sometimes. wants people to feel comfortable around them, now - so they try to be very casual. they're just going through it and needs some. patience in their life. trying so hard to be friendly and kind to others.

oh. became a librarian because it's quiet and low - contact and they can sleep at the front desk sometimes.

[are-my-ocs-ta]

AITA for running away from home?

I (14 Genderfluid) ran away from home when I was ten. My dad is a legendary detective and is the absolute coolest guy ever, while my mom was a researcher at a megacorp. I say was, because she got murdered when I was ten. But the police and the corporation ruled it as an accident, and I just couldn’t let that slide. So I left Papa a note and told him I was going to become a great detective like him, and I ran off to become a detective so I could solve Mom’s murder.

A few weeks after I left, apparently my entire hometown got sealed off and they hate detectives now, but I just learned this after I woke up with amnesia of the past three years. So I immediately ran home because apparently I’m an actual real detective now and I have orders to go home and join Papa’s agency, and narrowly avoided being murdered on the way there, and I ended up changing my surname so he didn’t recognize me since I’m presenting masc atm and I used to present very femme (also have no idea how that happened I looked in a mirror and my hair was short)

He recognized me instantly, took me home and literally started crying/yelling at me for worrying him and talking about how relieved he was now that I was home and I started crying too because I was so, so scared that they might have hurt him but he was fine and now I feel like I might have made a mistake leaving so suddenly without telling anyone? All my childhood friends are so relieved to see me again and apparently one of them died while I was gone and all of them are calling me an idiot for leaving?

So, AITA for running away from home?

[strawbrryrush]

closed starter for bonnie ! @mastcrmiind

"bonnie oh my god." she smiled, "it feels so good remembering you- what have I missed?" the brunette inquired, "-and how long was I with amnesia, feels like forever.."