Amnesiac Shipping Meme

[baitings]

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

Nai | Karneval | ota

[notexisting]

Sam Winchester l Supernatural l ota

[notarambler]

[He's on the meme dang it please tag him with whoever you like and his memory loss can be for any reason.]

[rebel_runaway]

Shar has seen many different things while living on the street. But when she walked past the handsome man-giant, laying in a pile of rubbish and cardboard, she had to retrace her steps for a moment. He didn't look the type to be a street person... his clothes were too nice. Too clean.

With a gentle nudge at his shoulders, Shar tried to wake him up. "Hey... hey mister... you okay?"

((figured Sam could awake with no memories. not sure how he got there))

Clara Oswald | Doctor Who

[bickerings]

Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[backstab]

Gamora | Guardians of the Galaxy

[greenskinned]

hope this is okay! sorry for how long this got D:

[nostalgiabomb]

[ With the Guardians, jobs tended to go from bad to worse to the stuff of nightmares at the drop of a hat.

This particular assignment had seemed simple -- take-out a team of pirates that had wreaked havoc of one sort of another for ages now. The only information the Guardians had to go on was that there were four of them and that they had some reputation for being vicious. What they soon found out was this: the pirates were also fucking insane, were all Kree, and were all once sympathizers of Ronan the Accuser.

It was only through a shitton of luck (at least for Peter) and skill (mostly for Gamora and Drax) that the Guardians managed to come out of the battle victorious. The four Kree were incapacitated or dead or, in one case where Rocket's explosives were concerned, splattered. As the last Kree fell to Gamora's blade, Peter had hunched forward, hands on his knees, while he tried to catch his breath. He opened a comm to the Nova Corps to report their success.

Someone shouted a warning (Quill! Behind you!) and he turned, just in time for the mallet to smash into the side of his head. The blow drove through the metal of his helmet and shattered the attachment tucked behind his ear, and Peter had a chance to see the blue, grinning face staring down at him as he fell into darkness.

There had been five Kree, not four. That would've been good to kn--

He would wake later, much later, not knowing what time it was, not knowing how he had gotten there -- not knowing much of anything really. What he did know was that he was in a shitton of pain and that everything he looked at was blurry blob of muted colors and that someone was next to him, saying stuff like, Breathe, Peter, just breathe. You're okay, or, Peter, you need to rest, or, Go back to sleep, Peter.

The only thing he managed to slur out in response was, Who the hell is Peter? before unconsciousness reclaimed him.


That had been three weeks ago. Peter (apparently he was Peter) is currently in the galley, hands cupped around a mug of tea. (They told him he usually drank coffee, but he found it bitter and disgusting, and how could he have ever liked that? And so the swap was made.) The ship (his ship?) is docked on some tiny planet, they had told him. Fuel stop. Resupply. Not worth seeing, so stay put. And stop fucking with the bandages, dumbass.

He has no idea what he should be doing, so he sits there, looking around, hoping his gaze might fall on something that'll spur a twinge, a memory, a feeling, anything.

Still nothing, though. He doesn't exactly sigh, but he does slowly exhale and-- immediately begins fucking with the bandages around his head. ]

Dean Winchester || Supernatural || m/m

[noapplepielife]

[OOC: Replies will also come from hellboundhunter.]

Castiel || Supernatural || m/m

[featheryass]

[OOC: Replies will also come from gaveupeverything.]

[impala_is_my_baby]

[When Castiel found Dean stranded on the side of the road, the former demon had no clue who he was or what had been happening during the past few weeks. Or years. Or his entire life.

The only thing that made him willing to go with the guy in the trench coat who called him 'Dean' was a strange sense of deja vu...as well as a strange sense of calmness he felt around him, despite not knowing the face looking back at him in the mirror.

As they drove in a giant yellow car (Cas claimed Dean once called it his 'pimp-mobile') across the country to get back to some guy named 'Sam', Dean found himself growing more cheerful with each day, despite the fact that his memories were failing to return. There was no question in his mind that it was because of his personal savior, and he dreaded the end of their trip, because that would mean the end of their time alone together.

Castiel stopped every night at a motel, mostly because both of them required sleep, but also in some hope that the rooms would trigger something in Dean's mind. That night, they're sitting on their own beds, the TV on with neither of them watching. Finally, Dean speaks up.]

I don't really wanna see Sam. We should keep driving. There's got to be something cool out there we can go see.

elsa | frozen

[likeanicyblast]

Steve Rogers | MCU

[notmyfuture]

(Amnesiac, for a change. Castmates preferred.)

[stickseller]

When Howard had found the plane, he had wanted to rub it in everyone who had said that it was a waste of time and/or money's face, laughing and pointing at them and showing that as long as you put your mind to something, it could be done. It was a chance to give Steve Rogers a proper burial, assuming that his body was still in the cockpit and not eaten by various arctic ocean animals. Maybe in some ways he had expected it to be a sense of closure, too. Finally answers to the what ifs and whys. And maybe he had wanted to take a good look at the plane, too, because it had been a thing of beauty. What he hadn't expected to find was Steve still in the cockpit whole, frozen, and when they scanned it for there to be just the slightest sense of life in him. He'd expected even less for Steve to actually wake up again after the had carefully thawed him out. Least of all, he hadn't expected for him to not remember anything. Crashing, sure, he hoped he would have forgotten that, but for everything post serum injection to be gone? That was rough.

And it hadn't been a pretty awakening. One of the doctors helping had received a broken leg for his efforts as he'd flown across the room and into a wall, and then Steve had run. Hard and far, but Howard had been smart. When Steve had crashed he had bought his old dingy apartment, shaken his head when he found the key to it under a brick, but it had come in handy now because eventually he had come back to it, using the key from under it, and Howard had been waiting. Sure he had ended up pinned against the wall with his arms up to show he wasn't hostile (the taser he'd had was tucked away, it was only for emergencies, and he wanted to try to take him down first), and eventually he'd been let go of.

It had taken a while to gain his trust, but through pictures and film he had slowly been able to show the life the two of them had shared together, though most importantly all Steve had done. Sometimes he still seemed skeptical, as if this was one of the most elaborate pranks through history, but at least he didn't run away anymore. The worst, by far, had been telling him what had happened to Bucky. While Howard hadn't known the man well, he had seen how much he meant to Steve, and seeing the heartbreak on his face again. Now, Howard wasn't one for great sentiment, or caring in general, but it had left him quiet the rest of the night after he had rebroken the news.

But for now? It was getting better. Slowly. Day by day, even if it didn't seem like he was getting his memories back yet, his mind seemed a little clearer. He seemed to understand the importance he, and Captain America had had for the war. How he had helped win it. It was better than nothing, right?

Howard cleared his throat as he stepped into the room, he tried to announce his arrivals now, sometimes Steve still seemed a little skittish, though he still acted casually with him. They were supposed to be friends, after all. Today, though, he had a proposition for Steve. Something he'd been thinking about for a while.

"How would you feel about getting back in the field?"

Harry Potter ~ Harry Potter ~ either/or

[hpotter]

Bruce Wayne | Dark Knight Trilogy (or any other Batman canon you want)| OTA

[knightbynight]

[Either. Nothing shippy with anyone underage/who was Robin. Willing to take this gen, though.]

Blaine Anderson | Glee | OTA

[blaineandrson]

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Peter Quill || Guardians of the Galaxy MCU

[volumeone]

[Tl;dr slow posting prose preferred. If cross-canon, assumed cr preferred]

[thatsassyraccoon]

Rocket wakes up from his surgery head throbbing and body aching. he lies still for a few moments, mentally checking himself as something feels off. Head check, body, check, hands check, feet check, tail....

Rocket sits up abruptly and doesn't recognize the place, or himself. He should have sat up slowly as his head begins to spin, he shields his eyes from the bright light, and breathes quickly in a panic. He can't remember anything. How he got here, what happened before, not even his name.

"Hey!" he yelled out in a hoarse voice, hoping someone friendly would be around.

Loki Laufeyson || MCU/Norse mythology || OTA

[mischiefandice]

[ooc willing to play either part. Consider that if you mean to play the amnesiac, he will most likely be responsible for your predicament/take advantage of it.]

Sam Winchester | Supernatural

[hellunbounded]

[falteringly]

[ That borrowed grace had finally burned out, and the first thing he'd seen had been Sam's face.

There hadn't been much to remember, though what he could make of the other man's expression spoke loudly of the truth: he shouldn't have been alive. He shouldn't have had the use of his limbs or his mind, as empty as it had been to him then, and he most certainly shouldn't have been able to reach out for him like someone half-crazed for touch. That first brush of fingertips against Sam's skin, and he'd known all he needed, that this was to be his future now. His everything.

They mend slowly, and Castiel is introduced to the things Sam tells him about himself and the place they're staying--the bunker. He has his own room, plenty of things to occupy his free time with, but Castiel prefers the company of the other to the silence that seems to settle over the place. He feels as if there is something missing, someone that Sam doesn't speak of or explain, and somehow, he eventually assumes it has to do with his lacking memory and how his clothes had been splattered with blood when he'd reached out for him that very first time.

He never approaches the topic and lets it fade away into the joy and meaning of learning this new life with Sam. His affection burns brightly, makes him happy, and he feels the need to talk about that, finding his way to Sam's room some time very , very early in the morning. He hadn't found him in the library or asleep at the table, so he assumes he'd be there, and when he slips into the room, Castiel is loud enough to alert him to his presence but otherwise silent.

Without a word, he tugs at the blanket and crawls into the bed with him, pressing as close as he can. ]

Yuuji Kazami | Grisaia no Kajitsu | M/F

[9029]

Raleigh Becket | Pacific Rim

[unbreachable]

[ amnesiac :> ]

Isaac | Teen Wolf | m/m for shippy

[came2win]

Jim Kirk | Star Trek | M/M

[medbays_most_wanted]

Alleyne - the Headless Horseman ♞ OUAT/SPN OC ♞ OTA, prefer F/M

[ridesheadless]

Anne Boleyn || The Tudors || OTA, prefer F/M

[happyfalcon]

Dejah Thoris || John Carter/A Princess of Mars || OTA, prefer F/M

[barsoombamf]

Rocket Racoon Human Restored | MCU GotG | M/M

[thatsassyraccoon]

Mitsuki (March Hare) |Are you Alice? | ota

[keep_calm_and_march_on]

Terra Branford | FF6 | OTA

[greenmagick]