Finishing the amnesia trifecta.

[processions]

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

Garth - Supernatural - OTA

[fizzlesfolly]

Will Gardner | The Good Wife | OTA

[juris]

Hannibal Lecter || NBC's Hannibal || OTA

[eatsyourheart]

[OOC: Prepared to play either! But bear in the mind that, being the twisted nutjob that he is, Hannibal's background in psychiatry may or may not be beneficial to the amnesiac, depending on who they are. There's every possibility they could end up being as messed up as he is. Also, if Hannibal is the amnesiac in this scenario, he's still going to be his delicious, sociopathic self in many respects. Expect him to be somewhat... unpredictable.]

[knowhowyoufeel]

((OOC: So. What do you think? Will lost his mind. Either Will never went to jail or something snaps in him so that rather than trying to manipulate Hannibal's obsession with him, he literally doesn't know what's happening any more? Too much time fly fishing in his head?))

wιll graнaм • нannιвal

[spilling]

[open to either]

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || all options

[desecrated]

[[ooc: open to either Sherlock being the one with no memories or who (as castmates) might not remember him. Or anything else.]]

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf - OTA

[goingthroughhell]

((Prefer to be amnesiac. Open to anything.))

Alex Murphy || ROBOCOP (2014)

[yourmove]

[Prose preferred, Alex as the amnesiac. Open to m/m, m/f]

Rosiel (Angel Sanctuary)

[hitmelikeastorm]

The Tenth Doctor | Doctor Who | OTA

[likesimpossible]

[ I'm good with having the Doctor be either role, so whatever floats your boat. ]

Subject Delta || Bioshock 2 || OTA

[angrywhalenoises]

[Delta has no idea what is going on as usual.]

Patchouli Knowledge | Touhou Project | OTA

[knowledgeandshadow]

[Can be either.]

Jesus Christ -- Jesus Christ Superstar Arena Tour 2012

[forallyoucare]

((OOC: I love the idea of Jesus not remembering who he is (or what his crazy is). <3 ))

Luke Campbell || Heroes

[microwavelength]

homura akemi ➥ ( ρ м м м )

[ex_plus110]

( ooc | more than willing to have homura lose all her memories )

Jason Todd | DCU

[noonesson]

Ichigo Kurosaki | BLEACH | ota

[mooncutter]

weeps.

[loudmouths]

[ if keigo had known he would end up a practical blank slate well after tsukishima's defeat, he might have tied up any loose ends he had. unfortunately, no one could have predicted that tsukishima's power would end up infecting keigo's memories far past what he had initially edited and rearranged.

he wasn't a total lost cause; he still had basic knowledge of how to care for himself and so forth. but what he lacked was a complete understanding of just about everything else. he didn't know anyone's names, nor could he recognize his own family. he was frightened most of the time, depressed the rest of it. trusting people was something that had once been second nature. now it was a feat he couldn't hope to achieve.

except in ichigo's case. for reasons unknown to keigo (obviously) he found himself drawn to ichigo. the only comfort he found was near him, in his care, and it had been decided that he would be the one to take care of keigo until a remedy had been developed. most figured with urahara on the case, it wouldn't be more than a few weeks.

it had been months. months and still no remedy. keigo had managed to relearn some people's names, but his retention for such information was delicate. the only thing that was constant for him was ichigo. having made a room for him off of the clinic's building, keigo had been living at the kurosaki residence ever since. at present, keigo was idly letting himself watch television, though nothing really seemed to grab his attention for long. ]

c r i e s

[mooncutter]

( Ichigo sees Urahara Kisuke every day. It's both the frustrating and nerve wrecking part of his day. He dreads it when he realizes he has to see the blond man, has to deal with the sickening energy even when there's still no remedy for their problem. It's just a reminder to Ichigo that things haven't changed.

Keigo is still little more than a blank canvas desperate for attention.

It feels like something is cutting deeper into his heart every day he has to see Kisuke only to hear those words - not today. Every time he sees Keigo, Ichigo feels like the wind has been knocked out of him. It feels like this is all his fault and that he's not doing something. Whatever it is Keigo needs to return to the borderline overwhelming and annoying ball of energy and life that he used to be. Ichigo wishes desperately that he could give that to his friend - that he could come home one day and give the brunette good news instead of his usual shake of the head.

As it is, he's not looking forward to giving Keigo yet another negative response. The moment he comes home, his sisters descend with their usual concern and questions. He answers them simply, half-heartedly, a sign they read with ease. It's a routine now. They don't press for any more than simple answers and Ichigo is grateful for it. He doesn't stay with them long before he heads towards the sound of the television with two drinks in his hands. He wants to stall for just a few seconds longer if he can, as if that's enough time for Kisuke appear with a remedy he hadn't had hours ago. But he knows it's meaningless.

When Keigo comes into his sight, he pauses for a minute to watch the back of his figure thoughtfully. Something in his chest aches for the other teen and it gets worse every day. How long could someone really live like this, he can't help but wonder and how much relief is he really bringing him? He doesn't understand what he has over the rest of their circle of friends and families that he has that Keigo feeds on but until this is fixed, until he can bring the old Keigo back, knowing he helps the other in some way is some minuscule relief for his own guilt. )

Hey. ( Ichigo calls lightly to announce himself. He steps forward, gently knocking the glass against the other's shoulder to offer it out to him. ) Thirsty?

Steve Rogers | Captain America MCU | Closed to Invite

[vintage_avenger]

~

[iknewhim]

By the time Steve was released to return home, he had a housewarming present waiting for him. All of the SHIELD bugs from his apartment. They were all right there on the kitchen table, not many of them, a handful, and all of them reduced to their component parts. There was no note or any indication of who had done it, and the place hadn't been ransacked, or if it had, whoever had done it had put things back when they were done.

Upon first inspection there seemed to be nothing missing, though on a second or even a third inspection there were two, small things missing - the notebook with his lists, and a small sketchbook, but that was all. The electronics and appliances and everything else was still right where it belonged.

It wasn't until that evening that the Soldier -who still didn't think of himself as Bucky or even as James- returned, he hadn't expected Steve to be home yet, and so he jimmied open the same window he'd been using, closing it quietly behind him again, only to realize too late that he wasn't alone in the apartment. But he didn't bolt, he just stood, frozen for a moment, like a cat caught somewhere it wasn't supposed to be.

[vintage_avenger]

Steve was sitting in the chair at the table, slouched down, staring at the pieces of technology that clearly were no longer working. Puzzling over why they were there, who had put them there, and quietly going over every moment since everything had begin to fall apart.

Bucky was alive.

It still felt surreal to remember his face just before he fell and then the face of the man who didn't even recognize him as a friend. The pieces were all there. In the Winter Soldier's file. The gap of missing memories as wide as the gap in the mountains that had swallowed his best friend.

He hadn't even changed or showered or searched for anything missing. He had simply sat down and stared, lost in the past, in the present, and trying to decide what to do about this mess on his kitchen table.

So imagine his surprise when the answer appeared as if summoned by his own hearts desire.

"Bucky." Soft, careful, hoping this wouldn't end in a chase or a fight, although he was prepared to do anything to make this right for the one person he needed in his life.

[not_a_commie]

It takes nearly two months before Bucky comes back, he's been keeping tabs on Steve, he didn't feel he deserved to go back.

But he's chasing down Hydra agents and get gets pretty hurt, and he can't think of anyplace to go.

Most of the holes in his memory are filling in on their own but there are still a few blank pages.

He's dirty and tired and hurt, and when Steve comes home, he'll find the assassin passed out on the sofa.

[vintage_avenger]

Steve has to look twice out of pure disbelief that the very man he's been searching for is actually physically here and not one of his dreams. After several minutes of simply staring-because he hadn't actually gotten the chance to really look at Bucky-he searched the apartment, checked all the windows, making sure everything was secure.

Not to keep Bucky in, but to keep everyone else out. He needed time with his friend. Only then did he move closer, examining, making a mental list of things he needed. He sat on the coffee table, almost too afraid to walk away again.

All the Buckys up in here

[who_is_bucky]

Once upon a time, he was the Winter Soldier. One of the most feared ghost stories in the intelligence community. Thanks to Captain America, things were so much different now. Now he was a confused, vagrant bum with nothing in his head that used his skills to steal things just to survive. It was almost ridiculous how many things a person needed an identity to do. He was doing to his best, scraping at straws and he tried to follow flashing trails of memories back to the whole thing. So far, it wasn't working.

It was stupid, so stupid, to just wander around out in the open. SHIELD was probably looking for him. What was left of the organization that turned him into this shadow of a person was probably looking for him. Still, he wandered around like a lost puppy. He was lost too. He didn't know who he was--okay maybe that was stretching the truth because he saw his face on that exhibit but he refused to believe it--and he was without a mission.

None except his self-appointed one to stalk Captain America--who was actually Steve Rogers a name familiar enough to his muddled mind to make him uncomfortable--and he was usually pretty good at it. He didn't think that Steve noticed his tail. Unfortunately, today he was rather lost in thoughts and memories and didn't realize that the man stopped walking.

He damn near ran into him and abruptly skirts around him, keeping his face down. If he was made, he was tensed to flee.