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This is now an archive. I’ll be writing for Alex from the new finalvlog , if you’d like to continue interacting follow me over there. Otherwise I’ll be working on re-following people in the coming week.
This is now an archive. I’ll be writing for Alex from the new finalvlog , if you’d like to continue interacting follow me over there. Otherwise I’ll be working on re-following people in the coming week.
This is now an archive. I’ll be writing for Alex from the new finalvlog , if you’d like to continue interacting follow me over there. Otherwise I’ll be working on re-following people in the coming week.
This is now an archive. I’ll be writing for Alex from the new finalvlog , if you’d like to continue interacting follow me over there. Otherwise I’ll be working on re-following people in the coming week.
The biggest question in remaking this blog is do I stick with finalvlog or come up with a new url 🤔
if youre adhd/autistic (or both like this dude here) im just here to say you're NOT annoying me when you scroll through my blog for half an hour (or longer, who cares) and reblog everything you like. doesnt matter if my notes are you and just you for what feels like a mile of scrolling. hyperfcoused on my blog? rad. autism/adhd are your special interests / hyperfixations? amazing. just got stuck in executive dysfunction and you actually have been wanting to do the laundry for two hours but youre still scrolling? i hope you can function that executiveness tm soon but youre amazing too. any other reason? dont worry youre good. thats all i had to say really, but i truly want you all to know this.
Honestly when I see a bunch of the same person in my notes it makes me really happy! Especially if it's a new follower bc it feels like that's their way of getting to know me :)
I love seeing this
i actually love seeing this
This blog is getting to a point where it has more followers than I’m comfortable with so I think I’m going to be archiving and remaking sometime, assuming I get the time for it. i’ll let yall know if/when that happens!
@radiocultcontrol . . asked ; “You don’t remember?” -Pip muses with amnesia … sentence starters ! || open
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There had been a blast of heat followed by nothingness. When he opened his eyes, the world was spinning and his ears were ringing. A couple of people with crosses tattooed on their foreheads were dragging him away from a fire and at first, he thought they were saving him from a car accident. Why else would he be on the pavement and feeling like he’d been run over? They drop him beside a group of others and after a few blinks he realizes that they have guns and are pointing them at the line of people. His brow furrows, confusion evident as he tries to remember what had happened and why he was there, but in trying to remember he realizes something else.
He doesn’t even know his own name.
That can’t be right. He had a name. He knew he did, but he can’t remember it. His heart starts beating faster, and then he realizes the two people that had dragged him over were talking about him. About what the Baptist wanted done with him.
“Wait, wait. Can you tell me what’s going on?” He asks, desperation coloring his words. The woman beside him turns and stares, while one of the men with the guns turns it around and hits him in the side of the head with the stock of it. Everything happens quickly after that. A dog launches itself at one of them, grabbing their rifle and running off with it. The other seems confused, but goes down soon after. The people lined up react quickly, taking the guns and shooting at the people who had just rounded them up. The latest hit to his head has him nauseous but he manages to stand up, legs somewhat wobbly.
As the chaos dies down a woman with red hair approaches, smiling. The dog from before trails her and she reaches out, her fingers coming away red from where she’d touched the side of his head.
“Alex, you okay?” She asks and he watchers her, wonderingly.
“Is that my name?” He – Alex asks, and the woman looks startled before asking,
“You don’t remember?”
He shakes his head, which turns out to be a huge mistake, but she steps forward to help keep him upright before he can fall over.
“I don’t remember anything.” He confesses.
@loqis . . asked ; “I’m sorry. I feel terrible, I don’t know who you are.” muses with amnesia … sentence starters ! || open
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Loqi had taken a spill, a really bad looking one and Alex had rushed to his side, dropping to his knees to check on him. Red stained the back of Loqi’s blonde hair and Alex cried out for help. His mother eventually arrived and did what she could, and they carried Loqi to one of the finer rooms so he could recover. Feliks was informed of Loqi’s injury and come to check on him while Alex sat next to him on the bed. He was no longer bleeding, but his mother had told him that head wounds were tricky. That he may not be fully healed or take some time to recover if there were any lingering aftereffects.
Come morning, Loqi was finally moving about, and he opened his eyes. Alex had stayed by him through the entire night and was quick to give him some room to breathe, holding onto his hand between both of his.
“Loqi. Are you alright? She healed you as fast as she could get there, but she said you might not feel well when you first woke up.” Alex considers searching for his mother or father to try and come check on him, but he wants to talk with Loqi first, see how he’s feeling and then go from there. After a few moments of silence, Loqi blinks the remaining sleep from his eyes and looks over at him.
“I’m sorry. I feel terrible, I don’t know who you are.” Loqi’s voice is quiet, hoarse from the deep sleep he’d been in, and it cuts through Alex like a hot blade. He lets go of his hand and leans back further, standing there and staring at him in shock. Of all the things he’d expected, loss of memory had not been one of them. His mother hadn’t said anything about this. Alex opens his mouth, but he can’t think of anything to say. “I – I’ll go get someone.” He forces a smile, but it feels strained, “You stay there. You fell and hit your head so you should stay in bed until a healer looks at you.” Alex dips his head before turning around, hurrying for the door. He shuts it and lets out a shaky breath, heart racing with the implication of what Loqi had just said.
He needed to find his parents.
@somnus-lucis-caelum . . . asked ; “If you blocked it all out… it must have been bad.” muses with amnesia … sentence starters ! || open
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Alex rolls the stalk of wheat between his fingers, watching the end of it fray further and further until nothing remains except the thickest parts of fiber. He glances over towards Somnus, then away. Supposedly he was some reincarnated Prince. Supposedly he should have regained his memories when this realization was made, but nothing had come to him. All the records of the Kalinsky-Malka family line had been wiped from existence. Those who remembered had passed the stories down verbally, and even that was discouraged.
Those who were unfortunate enough to be saddled with a soul from a previous life would usually acquire the memories once they reconnected with their past life, but Alex couldn’t. King Somnus had been kind enough to try and help him remember, but no matter what they tried, nothing was working. Some of the books mentioned that traumatic events could prevent the memories from being accessed and what little Alex had heard of the war had him wondering if it had been too much for a soul to survive. Whatever had been left was shattered and the bits that managed to survive had drifted down to him.
“I can’t remember anything. The closest I got was feeling like that Seed soldier was familiar.” Alex says before heaving a sigh and laying backwards, staring up at the cloudless sky above. From beside him, Somnus hums, as though considering it before replying.
“If you blocked it all out… it must have been bad.”
That earns a nervous glance from Alex in the King’s direction. He tried not to let this get to him, how overwhelmed he was. His lineage wasn’t royal, he was from a family of farmers and shouldn’t even be near royalty let alone someone like King Somnus. He runs his hands over his face before sitting up, feeling defeated and like he was entirely out of place.
“Maybe we were wrong.” Alex uses the word ‘we’ instead of ‘you’, because the King was the one who had seemed convinced of his being the reincarnation of a dead Prince that had failed to save his kingdom or his people. “Maybe I’m just me and nothing or no one else.” He lets go of the frayed piece of wheat while getting to his feet. Alex brushes off the dirt that clings to the robes that had been so graciously leant to him. “Thank you for all your help.”
muses with amnesia … sentence starters
my muse…
“You don’t remember?”
“What do you remember? Anything?”
“Well, you know your name, so that’s a start.”
“Here, maybe this will bring something back.”
“If you blocked it all out… it must have been bad.”
“Don’t worry, your memory should come back soon.”
How could you forget about me? We were so close!”
“Can you actually not remember, or are you just saying that?”
“You hit your head so hard. I’m not surprised you can’t remember.”
your muse…
“I don’t remember…”
“I don’t even know my own name.”
“Where am I? Who are you, I don’t — !”
“I’m not faking it, I can’t remember anything!”
“I know I got hurt. I don’t know anything else.”
“I feel like I should recognize this, I just… don’t.”
“I’m sorry. I feel terrible, I don’t know who you are.”
“They thought coming here might help me get my memory back.”
In a very unexpected turn of events I was accepted into the other graduate school I applied to and now I have no idea as to what I should do. 🙃
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Alex reaches out, lays a steadying hand on Ace because he’s going to throw up if he doesn’t have someone to brace himself against in light of what he’d done. He stares at the dying man in horror, fingers clenching tighter around Ace’s upper arm. “Oh fuck.” Alex had yet to curse in front of the other man, but desperate times …
He cannot look away. Blood pools into the street’s cobblestone, seeping into the cracks staining road where they stood.
Ace had seen a dog once, way back at home during a blistering August in Argentina. He was young, maybe five and all he could do was stare. He had no clue what happened to it -maybe the stray picked a fight he couldn’t handle, more than he could chew- but it lay against the gravel and stone, mouth agape like fish gasping for air a final attempt at a breath. He must’ve scared it, and much like the man before them, the dog had twitched as it lay in his own blood in the hot rays of sun, enlarged pupils looking right back as it baked in the sun.
He barely felt the grasp on his arm, nor the panic in the younger companion’s voice. Everything seemed far away. He feels pale looking at the scene or knows he should be, watching some stranger choke, gargling on their own blood. The man’s hands scramble to his own junglier, fingers trembling as it oozes down neck and shoulder staining the white cloth of his shirt. Some other, newer part of himself can’t pull his gaze away from it. Ace can feel it. Hear it. The rhythmic drum of adrenaline, the body’s one last run of fear and need to survive. Prey having fell victim to its hunter.
A twitching, uneasy turn of his lips and a scrunch of the nose. Be it a mistake or not, it was calling like a moth to a flame.
“Mierda..” A thick swallow, digits grip the other man’s shoulder finally in response drawing eyes away from the dying man, panic carving into his features. The smell, it burns into his stomach and nostrils. “We gotta go..” He says it again, more than a whisper this time, taking a glance around the empty market square shaking Alex’s arm as the panic began to settle into his bones. “We gotta go, now.”
He shouldn’t be able to hyperventilate now that he’s a vampire, should he? But he finds himself doing just that. Alex can barely keep steady on his feet. If he weren’t holding onto Ace he’d be on the ground, drowning in the blood – if he could drown. At this rate he has no idea what he’s capable of anymore or what he’s susceptible to, other than a bloodlust that he had no control over. As soon as they were attacked, blood was spilled, he had tried, but he couldn’t stop himself from tearing into their throats. His stomach twists, nausea almost overwhelming him, but before he can fall to his knees Ace holds onto his shoulder and keeps him anchored.
“Where do we go?” Alex asks with a trembling voice, forcing his focus to shift from the dying men to Ace. The other man is as unsteady as he is, and seeing Ace unnerved is the equivalent of a bucket of ice water being dumped over his head. Alex gathers himself then nods, “Sure, yeah, I think there’s a safehouse or some kind of place we can go lie low at.” It was a place he hadn’t visited for himself personally, but he knew about it. Most of his time had been spent avoiding places like this but, it was kind of inevitable now. He gives one last look at the soon to be corpses and turns, fleeing towards a nearby alley that they can use to cut through the city. They’ll need to avoid the main roads so as not to get any unwanted attention.
The streets weren’t safe for mortals or for them. Especially not for Alex now that he’d made such a colossal mess of things. Alex keeps moving, because the second he stops is the second he collapses and he doesn’t want to have a break down in front of Ace – can’t have one in front of the other man, so he keeps going. Once they’re further towards the docks he slows down, taking the routes a little bit slower and peering around corners because he knows the kinds of people that wander these streets.
“I’m sorry Ace.” He whispers.