#memory ask meme

[weekly-nkg]

💙

💙-a sad memory that makes the cry

//hoo boy which angst shall I do t'day

*simply the thought made the nightmare god tear up slightly*

...

Only one? Well, probably how I can remember clearly how my sister regards me as useless and a traitor, and how she ran me through with her sword...but that-thats not important

[sonder-farm]

📸

“I didn’t have a dress handy so I had to show up in a tank top after gardening, I didn’t have anyone to dance with, and I was still fairly new so I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do. I felt... really out of place. I wasn’t as close with Abigail as I am now, but back then she let me hang around with her and Sebastian when I had no where else to go. Even if I didn’t dance in a nice dress, getting to just chill with the people who would become some of my best friends really saved the day.” 

“And yes, thats Sebastian dabbing in the background. Haley wouldn’t take another picture.”

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

[just-a-broken-artist]

what lies in your past?

TW: Violence and blood

He abruptly wakes up with a terrible headache. As his eyes flutter open, he realizes that he has no idea how he got there. He feels like he had just had an nightmare… he doesn’t know why, or how, but he just uncontrollably starts crying. He doesn’t even remember what he was doing before he fell asleep- heck, he doesn’t even recall falling asleep in the first place. The last thing he remembers was him standing outside… his mother, who had apparently been sleeping next to him, jumps up, and looks at him. 

“Eddie!” She seems so relieved, she looks like she was about to cry. He wants to ask her what happened, why he was in the bed, but he just kept on crying. A throbbing pain grew in his head and he started holding it, groaning. 

“What is…” he couldn’t even talk properly. Lyria stood up and ordered him to lie back down. 

“Don’t move too fast” she whispered. Eddie lied back down. When he closes his eyes to try and calm the pain, he felt himself being transported elsewhere. Suddenly, he’s back to the place he last went. Things go so fast in his mind; a group of guys approach him, they corner him… even though it’s some kind of nightmare, it doesn’t scare him that much; after all, it wasn’t much differently what he was used to. However, unlike the other times, he’s immediately knocked down. Usually, it isn’t that hard, now it’s so powerful that he falls over backwards and hits his head on the nearest wall. He tries to get up but the pain is too much to bear. He feels weak all of a sudden… and at that moment, someone hit him once more, making his head hit the ground with a thud. Everything becomes dark after that, and Eddie immediately wakes up, sweating intensely. He’s trembling, and he’s crying again, and now he knows why his head hurts. This wasn’t a dream, it was a flashback. The crying just makes his head hurt more, and he just started whimpering. Lyria walked closer, attempting to calm him down.

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay” the words are usually reassuring, but it does nothing to Eddie. He took his hand off his head and there’s blood on it. Actually, as he looked at his pillow, there’s blood everywhere. Now, he’s scared, and yet he’s still unable to speak.

“Ma….?” 

“You hit your head twice” she explained calmly to him. “I put bandages but we don’t have enough, unfortunately” she sighed. He groans louder now, it all hurt too much… he wanted to question her, to know more about this event, but he still was unable to speak. 

“W…”

“Don’t try and talk, you’ll only make it worse” she looked at him sadly. “You may temporarily have trouble remembering things or speaking; I’m still not exactly sure how it’s going to affect you” why did this have to happen to him? All he wanted to do was live happily and avoid problems, how was it so difficult? Was his existence that unbearable for some that they had to make his life a living nightmare? Maybe his memory was bad at the moment, but he didn’t recall doing anything bad… “Sucker” a voice in his head screams. He just wants everything to stop… he just wants peace… he starts crying, this time not because of his head. His mom just rubs his back, unable to hug him because of his condition. Meanwhile, Eddie can’t stop crying, and his mind slowly starts to fill itself with dark thoughts as he falls unconscious again.

[lord-of-weselton]

What lies in your past?

“I love you”

Young Dexter said those words with such confidence and such pride. He didn’t overthink it and didn’t even have any regrets when the words left his mouth. He stared at the girl in front of him with sparkling eyes, waiting for her response. He was only eight, but to him, she was his true love… or what he imagined true love was. He didn’t care what kind of relationship his parents had or what his siblings said, he wanted to believe. However, he did not get the expected response because the girl started laughing. It started out as a chuckle, but it quickly grew into a laughter. Dexter was confused. 

“What?” The girl continued laughing.

“You… you love me?” She asked mockingly, though he did not pick up on that at the time. 

“Yes” he nodded, starting to feeling confused. He suddenly brought a hand to his cheek; the girl had just slapped him. 

“Foolish idiot! Love doesn’t exist! Love is for softies. What are we, Auradonians? This is just embarrassing” she raised her chin, looking away from him as he rubbed his cheek vigorously, trying not to cry. He didn’t want to look weak in front of her, he had to stay strong until she left. He didn’t have to wait long, because she quickly turned her heels and walked off, cackling. Dexter watched her leave, feeling his eyes watering. He finally let them roll down his cheeks. Sitting in a corner, he hugged his knees and started crying. Love is for softies… what was wrong with being a softie? Dexter didn’t understand. But what he did understand was how much this rejection hurt. Did being a softie mean being hurt? Was that how he was going to live his life? He wiped his eyes angrily; he did not want a life of pain and rejection. Love was supposed to bring happiness and well-being; that was what was being said in books. Why didn’t he feel that, then? Why didn’t the girl like him? He hoped really hard that he could forget this event, that he could put the embarrassment behind him, but his classmates didn’t let him. They teased him, called him names, made him feel bad about himself. It barely lasted a week, but the pain it made him feel remained and only grew. All this trouble simply because of one confession. Maybe his entire family was right after all; love was pointless. 

[ser-handeloup]

03!

03: A memory from your character's career

“So it’s true, then... A shame, ser Handeloup, we will miss your leadership.”

“And I will miss my leadership away from this desk, ser, do believe me.”

Sigh. “Do try and come on a mission with our unit sometime again.”

Smile. “I will try, ser, but I do not see it happening soon. Nevertheless, I will try and get you rations you’ll complain less about, now that I actually can do a thing about it.”

“Speaking of- SURPRISE!” Several knights enter, one carrying a large basket that appears to be filled with pastry fish, lemoncakes, and a bottle of assumably spiced wine. “The entire 11th supply and logistics unit congratulates you on your promotion, Ser Handeloup!”

“This- this is beyond necessary, sers. My most sincere thanks.”

[just-a-broken-artist]

what lies in your past?

He’s seven when it first happens. The day before, he was totally fine, but when he woke up that morning, he could barely breathe. He wanted to scream his mom’s name but he felt like there was a lump in his throat, and nothing came out. All he could do was whimper and hope that the noise would reach his parents. He heard his mother call his name, probably because breakfast was ready, but he couldn’t stand up; his legs felt like jelly all of a sudden. He also couldn’t reply, and instead coughed up blood. Feeling hopeless, he started crying. It was a silent cry, but it was enough to alert his mother, who practically screamed when she saw Eddie. It didn’t matter the amount of care and nurture he received after that, nothing helped. At some point, they all thought he would die. Two days later, it was gone; it was as if it never happened. To young Eddie, this was an illness amongst others, something he should forget. To his parents, however, it was a new source of worry. The little boy did not notice at the time, but after that day, they kept a closer eye on him. It happened a second time, then a third, each time worst than the others. Each of them only makes the worry grow. Then one day, after another episode, Eddie decides to finally ask. He’s 13 now, and after living six years in the ignorance, he wants to know more.

“Maman?” He tugs on the woman’s dress. She looks at him.

“Yes?”

“Why does this keep happening?” There’s this look of innocence in his eyes, but there’s also fear. Lyria immediately notices to and sighs.

“I don’t know, honey.” She wants to reassure him, but she’s out of words.

“I-I’m scared… I don’t want to die” now she’s just heartbroken and is unable to answer. She thinks he’s done but he actually continues. “It’s like… one day, I can jump, I can move, but the next I feel weak, like I’m dying. Like I’m… missing something” his eyes are teary now. “It kind of… reminds me what you experience sometimes…” Eddie never knew what his mother was thinking that day, but the way she gasped and held him tighter made him believe that she realized something. She told him that she would tell him later..l but she never did. Barely two weeks later, she was already buried in their so-called backyard.

[lord-of-weselton]

What lies in your past?

He’s four years old and he’s scared. He’s lying in his bed, trembling, and he’s trying to remain silent to not wake up his four other siblings in his room. It was so unpractical to have three bedrooms for five children, two parents, and one duke, yet here they were. Of course, their grandpa claimed his room alone, and their parents slept in the other, so they were only left with one room. It wasn’t comfortable, but they got used to it with time. Dexter looked over at the slightly opened door, watching his parents’ shadows as they walked past the door. They were fighting again, it happened a lot these days. He wanted to ignore it, but the screaming got louder by the days. His parents weren’t even happy anymore, sometimes he wondered if they were really in love. Dexter used to look up to them, to wish that he’d find someone like his dad found his mom, but right now, he started to question their romance. He heard whispering next to him and, turning his head, he saw his oldest brother talking to one of his sisters.

Dexter went closer to them to hear what they were saying. Holding his pillow closer, he sniffed slightly. 

“Why are mom and dad fighting?” He asked. His brother turned to him.

“I dunno. They always fight these days- I predict that mom is going to leave soon”

“Don’t say that!” Dexter exclaimed loudly, and his sister hit him to tell him to shut up.

“It’s true” his brother shrugged. “I’ve lived longer than you, and let me tell you, it’s almost always been like this. I’m surprised mom stayed that long” he replied. Dexter frowned. 

“I thought they were in love” his two siblings looked at each other and started laughing, as if this was some kind of joke.

“In love? Dex, don’t be an idiot. Mom and dad were never in love, I don’t know where you got that idea. Why they had so many children or stayed together, that’s a mystery, but in love? This is the Isle, love is not a thing, don’t forget that” the four year old was so confused at his brother’s words. Not in love? But that was how it was in the stories his mom read to him; were they all lies? He fell asleep that night with those words turning in his head. He couldn’t believe it; his parents loved each other, they loved him, they loved his siblings; it was impossible to imagine otherwise. A few days later, their mom left the house. Rumours amongst his siblings said that she had gone back to Auradon, but they had never been able to prove it. Their dad became bitter and cold, or at least more than usual. Dexter never knew if that bitterness was caused by his sadness to lose his ex-wife or if he was secretly happy she left, but he did know that the relationship was broken, and so was his father. His idealistic image of romance was gone. His mother was gone, and it took him a while to realize that she was never coming back.

[ragdolltrolls]

🗝 for Laelia? :0

"I... actually remember how I died.

I was assassinated by a Blue who I was competing against. We were both competing to showcase our own designs for the Empress Runway. I was the only low-blood that had managed to make it this far in a while. I actually managed to impress a few of the judges, since most members of my cast have barely any access to high-quality fabrics.

I was so excited to show off my final piece. It was a Gala dress that was based on the conquering of the first colony planet, since Gala clothing models after important events. But before I could go home, I ah...

I went to pack my stuff and she was waiting for me. Shot me right in my lungs, dragged me outside, and dumped me under a tree. I... just wished I could've gone home to Mom, at least I could've died in my own house...

But I never did get to see her again.