all i know is you

[fifille]

an amnesiac shipping meme


You have no idea who you are.

One day, you just woke up from the darkness, confused and alone. You barely remember your own name, much less why you're here...or where here is, even. Your own body is strange to you, and if you have some kind of power or ability, that must be frightening. Perhaps you're angry at everything so new and different, lost in this strange world you don't understand or know your own place in. Maybe you feel the need to hide away, lest you be crushed by everyone out there who is sure to hurt you.

You are so, so alone.

Only you're not. There is one person, one person who's found you and taken you in. They've shown you kindness, looking after you while you can barely look out for yourself. Out of the goodness of their heart, they've shown you things, taught you things. Most importantly, they're giving you a new sense of identity. And for that, you've begun to appreciate them. More than words can say, actually. You care for them so deeply that your heart hurts around them. Is that normal? What is this feeling? You can't imagine life without them, and leaving them- That's something you could never consider. Is this lov...

The word's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't figure it out, exactly. What you can figure out is that you want to give everything you can to the person who's done so much for them. You want to stay by their side and make them happy. You want to protect them at all costs.

So no one would blame you for getting confused when you see them with someone else or getting angry when you believe they're in danger. And certainly it's only natural for you to get frustrated when you want to tell them what you think of them, what they mean to you, and you can't figure out what to do. Perhaps following instincts will do?

One thing you know is that this bond and these emotions will never go away, not even when you learn who you are.

RULES
- This meme is for examining what happens when someone with no memories, potentially someone with powers or skills that could be dangerous at the very least, develops deep feelings for the person who's taken them in or is helping them realize their past. It can be played as awkward, adventurous, tragic, cracky, fluffy, truly romantic, or anything in between. You can play at the beginning, the part where emotions have strongly developed, or even when the amnesiac has regained their memories and must now deal with new feelings.
- Reply with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd like to play the amnesiac, the caretaker/help, or both.
- The role of caretaker does not have to always be beneficial. Maybe they caused this condition in the first place so the other character would be dependent, loving, and loyal towards them.
- Reply to others and play.

Comments

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[crazyninja]

[open to being amnesiac or caretaker]

Kakuzu || Naruto || OTA

[avarice_pays]

[Is the amnesiac.]

Annabelle / Swan Princess | OUAT OC | Het

[andtheswan]

Margaret, a Princess | OC | Het

[fight_my_fate]

Amelia Atwater | OC | OTA

[good_at_heart]

Matthew, a Prince | OC | Het

[into_days]

Yukine | Noragami | ota

[achluophobic]

Isaac Lahey | Teen Wolf

[came2win]

Asbel Lhant | Tales of Graces f | OTA

[pactfulfilled]

[Open to either; can start off a prompt if desired.]

Rule63!Castiel | Supernatural

[angel_castielle]

[open to either]

Re: Clint Barton || MARVEL

[cfbhawkeye]

[[ crossover?

Re: Clint Barton || MARVEL

[angel_castielle]

[oh yes, absolutely. do you have a preference for caretaker or amnesiac?]

Re: Clint Barton || MARVEL

[cfbhawkeye]

[[ nope, either or is fine. Which would you prefer and who shall start?

Leon • Kingdom Hearts • OTA

[overmatch]

[ either role! ]

[paradoxic_hero]

[ooc: I don't have a KH account, but we'll... just assume? Hope this is okay.]

[He was fairly certain the guy shouldn't be here, but there was also the question of how the man had gotten here. Cloud wasn't generally one to take other people in, but he had been alone at the time and it hadn't seemed right to just... not do anything.

Traveling between worlds wasn't particularly an easy process, but this guy had done it somehow. He knew him too, vaguely from watching others of the group. He tried not to care about their fate and he remained still and silent as he watched the man on the stone slab used for a bed in the Coliseum.]

[overmatch]

[ ooc: it's perfectly fine! ]

[ people around recognized him. if you consider opponents not always happy to see him (some were, he supposed; he just didn't understand it all) and phil. "leon". just "leon", and nothing else. what an utterly confusing mess. if you asked all leon would be able to tell you was that he remembered it being dark. cold. water, maybe. then the entire thing slips away, sand through his fingers. wouldn't be able to tell anyone who he was, had been, where he'd come from, anyone he had known. nothing. a big blank. a question mark, maybe. "leon", with a question mark.

then came along cloud. a seemingly larger question.

leon was on his back, staring at the stone ceiling. if he was uncomfortable (he is— difficult not to be), he doesn't seem it. some things don't change, and his silence is one of them, right next to that mile deep stubbornness. laying there, thoughts far off and fingers laced together, resting over his chest. sometimes remembering to keep his breathing even was comforting. if there is one thing leon is hyper aware of, however, it's cloud.

turning his head a little to look cloud in the eye, leon's brows raise faintly. questioningly. ]

[paradoxic_hero]

[Cloud never kept Leon out of sight, and the only subtle protection that he offered the man with no memories was a wedge between Leon and Hades. He steadfastly kept the meddlesome god from coming to make a bargain, and he had kicked Pain and Panic more times than he cared to count.

Even when he wasn't in Leon's meanderings, he was there like a shadow ever watchful. He made certain the man was fed, rested and clothed, and he had taken to his silent appraisal of fitness level now that he knew that the man could take it. He wasn't one for questions particularly; he frankly didn't care much.

He continued to gaze with his glowing blue eyes, raising a silent eyebrow in return for the question. He pushed off the wall he was leaning against, his red cloak fluttered as he moved.]

You should get up and move around. Unless you have questions, but I won't give answers I don't have.

Kiba Inuzuka ▽ Naruto

[doggy_style]

[Closed to kiba_wa_gizagiza]

[kiba_wa_gizagiza]

[They'd undone him. In the process of searching through his memories, that section of his brain had been tampered with in exactly the wrong way, caused exactly the wrong reaction - and he remembered nothing. Not his abilities, not his name - the moment he came to, he'd panicked upon seeing his blue skin. The Leaf Ninja were baffled. They'd gone to Tsunade about it, but she saw the amnesia as a benefit - perhaps they could use this to their advantage. Not only was it one of the Akatsuki out of the game, but they might be able to use them for the Leaf's side, if they stretched the truth just right.

Kisame was given an explanation which he had to take at face value. Many things about this world would be strange to him - ninja, chakra and jutsu. They told him that he was a ninja, but until he remembered how to use his skills, he would be staying with a certain family. They gave him new clothes (his had been torn up in a battle, they said), and his sword left with Killer Bee. He nearly hyperventilated upon looking in the mirror. They told him that it was just how he'd always looked. They wrote it off as a clan jutsu. Kisame asked where his family was, if they might be able to help, and they told him that his family had all died long ago.

Other shinobi were informed of this - the word spread quickly to ninja and villagers alike. Kisame was not to be harmed unless he was out to harm others. This was a delicate situation, and an experiment. Meanwhile medical nin faked healing his mind - none of their jutsu seemed to work, for some reason, and Kisame was beginning to doubt their abilities. He had a lot to doubt, but when they took him out to the training grounds and he watched two young ninja sparring, something felt familiar about it. The substitution jutsu and various others surprised him, but he thought it was kind of cool.

And then he'd been taken to the Inuzuka clan. The one called Hana hadn't stopped throwing him dirty (repulsed?) looks protective of her younger brother, but Tsume seemed at least a little more accepting of the arrangements (because shinobi had to be good actors). And then he was introduced to Kiba, and the people who had escorted him there (Kakashi, Gai, and Hiashi, he remembered) left him. He felt somewhat unsettled about intruding.

They took him back to an empty room, and he went around organizing what the village had given him. The jounin who had escorted him here seemed friendly, though one kept getting his name wrong. He guessed they were friends. Kisame sighed, and slid open the door that led to a large backyard. He stood there in a plain grey kimono, darker than his skin with white trim, and tried to remember. Who he was, who these people were, what was his purpose...what had that been?]

[doggy_style]

[When Kiba had been told of their new duty, he’d been a little pissed off. It made sense. Take the guy who smelled a little different and had forgotten everything and surround him with dogs and people who could easily track his scent. But just like when Sasuke had betrayed everyone, Kiba was one of the first to make up his mind about Kisame. He’d decided that it was a bad idea.

For one, how could he even believe that Kisame was faking? He’d heard about his freakouts in front of a mirror at his briefing. He’d seen the way he walked and looked at ninjas sparring in confusion, but he still firmly believed that it was some sort of act. And even more confusing...he’d overheard that Tsunade could have cured it. While Kisame was a criminal who deserved to die in Kiba’s eyes, the tactic of lying to him and keeping his memories from him also didn’t sit well with him.

So, he was frustrated that he could be dealing with a liar. He was frustrated that Kisame was a cold-blooded killer. He was frustrated that Tsunade might have been using underhanded tactics, and he was frustrated that he was the one dealing with it all. The only thing he could do at a time like this was leave things to his old lady and his sister and go on a training run with Akamaru.

A training run that ended right in front of Kisame’s new room, right as soon as he opened his door. Akamaru came to a halt that nearly threw Kiba off, but he remained on.]

Oi, Akamaru! Tell me when you’re going to do that! [His dog barked back at him, and they took a moment to bicker before he remembered that he was being watched. He’d wanted to just go straight on ahead, but...he turned so that he was still sitting on Akamaru but was now facing Kisame, and he shoved his hands into my pocket.] What’re you staring at?

Kuroko Tetsuya | Kuroko no Basket

[shadowtolight]

[would prefer him being the amnesiac. m/m for shipping.]

Jane Foster; MCU

[rosenbridges]

Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games

[withbread]

[ open to either f/m for shipping]

Echo | Dollhouse

[44brains]

[ Either one m/f for shipping]

Mello | Death Note

[gunsandchocolate]

[ ota for gen; m/m for shipping; amnesiac preferred but open to other suggestions.

if you have any plot ideas or questions, feel free to pm me! I don't mind setting the starter if we plot a little bit ahead of time either ♥ ]