#memory prompts

[straydogkins]

Questions about your kin life

PT: Questions about your kin life

Notes:

These prompts are for when you have kinfirmed a character and wish to know more about your canon- They may not help while you are questioning.

This list will be added to once I can think of more prompts, you are more than welcome to suggest some as well.

There's probably a few spelling mistakes here.

Self questions

What was my personality like? Does it fit into my canon personality type? A canon personality type?

Were there any events that impacted this? What were they?

What triggered these events? Could I have prevented them? Why did they affect me so much?

What was my appearance like? Did it differ from canon? How? If you can make a diagram explaining the differences.

Did I change any of my apparence? Was I ever happy with it? What did I change (ie tattoos, hair, clothes, piercings ect)? Did nothing change?

What was my gender? Did I transition? Was I cis? Did this impact how others viewed me? What pronouns did I use, did they link to this?

What was my sexuality? Did this impact me? Were people accepting? Did this impact the relationships I had?

Did I have any disabilities, disorders, conditions, ect? Were they physical? Mental? Did I use any aids to help with them?

What was my nationality? Did I remain living in the country I was born in? Why (not)?

What was my name? Did I have any nicknames? Was it differnet to canon?

How old was I in most of my memories? Why this age? Is it similar to my canon age(s)?

What was my job (if I had one)? Was it a good job? Did I like it? Did it pay well?

Did I have any hobbies, talents, ect? Did they impact me and my goals?

What were my likes and dislikes? Did I have any that heavily impacted me (ie a food I disliked and couldn't eat)

Relationship questions

What are my feelings towards [character]? Were they positive, negative, mixed? Were they romantic, familial, platonic, ect?

What was our dynamic like? (Ie were you in a sunshine and grumpy dynamic, a boss and emplyee dynamic, ect)

Were my feelings returned? (Doesn't have to be romantic). How do I know they were(n't) returned?

What did they look like? Did I find any part of them attractive? Were they different to canon?

Was there any arguments or disagreements we had? Were they serious? Were they immature?

Did we remain partners/friends/ect? Was this a good thing?

Did we separate? Why? Did something go wrong?

Did we start off as one thing but emd up another? (Ie did you start off as friends and end in lovers, lovers to enemies, ect). What caused the shift in relationship dynamics?

What were my relationships like in general? Were they positive, negative, mutually respectful, boring, ect

Timeline questions

How does my canon feel? Positive, negative, mixed, homley, iscolated, ect

What are the big events? Why were they big? What importance did they hold in my life?

Are there any sensory things I remember? Textures, sounds, tastes, ect

What were the general themes of my timeline? Was there a lesson to be learned?

Who or what was the main focus of my timeline? Why was this the case? What significance did this thing hold? Does it still apply in this life?

Universe questions

What era were my memories in? Modern, ancient, futuristic? Do I know the exact year?

Did my world have any celebrations I partook in? Ie Christmas, New Year, work holidays, birthdays, ect. Did I enjoy them?

Were there any foods I liked? Can I still acess them? What tastes make me feel at home.

What were the main locations in my timeline? Why did I spend so much time there? Do they hold any significance?

Shift triggers and current day stuff

What are my positive shift triggers? Why do they make me shift? How do I feel when I interact with them? (Note: I wouldn't recommend sharing your shift triggers publicly)

What are my negative triggers? Why do they stop me from shifting? How do I feel when I interact with them? (Note: I wouldn't recommend sharing your shift triggers publicly)

What reminds me of [kin canon]? Why is this? Does this have significance to my current life?

[lumiragrace]

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[seaside-writings]

Prompt #1,196

"You guys were always causing trouble,"

[ingoappreciation]

Red, rainbow, ivory?

Send [ red ] for an angry or aggressive memory. "I wish you were never born!" Those words used with the intention to hurt. He scowled as he glared at his twin, hands balled into fists, red hot tears streaming down his face. The rage he was feeling right now... made his blood boil. Ingo had a reason to be angry. 'Why don't you be more like your brother? He's so kind and quiet. You're loud, you scare people." Teachers in school wanted him to be something he is not. Ingo couldn't take it anymore. He was just so done, the white hot rage that burned within him had blinded him, his body trembling with rage. "You know what [redacted] I wish you were never born. Sisters are stupid anyways!" Emmet yelled back, his own tears streaming down his face; his smile never reached his eyes. Ingo didn't know what he was thinking, he just did. His hand suddenly hurt, and Emmet, Emmet was on the ground. Suddenly he felt a new flurry of emotions- Anger, and....shame.

Send [ ivory ] for a memory from a dream.

I had a dream the other night that Emmet and I were sitting and playing videogames the other night. Nothing too exciting, but in my dream... He called me his brother. It made me feel so elated! It was the first of a few dreams where he was addressing me as his brother, I remember feeling so happy in my dream, I actually woke up smiling and feeling so happy

Send [ rainbow ] for a LGBT+ related memory. 'Just tell him Ingo, it won't be that bad. After all, Emmet's your brother, despite the occasional fight he loves you dearly.' He paced around in the bathroom, hands trembling as he tried not to psych himself out. Slender hands gingerly touched the ace bandages that were wrapped around his upper torso before the pacing stopped and he threw on a dress shirt that he had raided from Emmet's dresser. He hoped his twin didn't mind. It had taken a lot of courage for him to even do that. Clad in a white dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants he stared at his reflection in the mirror, once again trembling in fear. "Calm yourself, Ingo." He said aloud, his shoulders relaxing upon hearing him say his new name. He liked the name Ingo, it suited him! "Bravo, Ingo. You got this." He told his reflection, a hand runing through his sloppily chopped silver locks. Stepping outside the bathroom, he nearly ran into Emmet, his face turning a deep shade of red from embarassment. "O-oh brother!" He stammered, the younger twin flashing him a confused look. "[Redacted]? What are you doing with my shirt, and what happened to your hair? It is verrrrrry choppy looking." 'Here goes nothing.' He thought, taking a deep breath in an attempt to surpress the anxiety building up inside him. "Emmet, yes, about that- I was wondering if by chance you would like a brother instead of a sister?" He rubbed the back of his neck, his brain set to fight or flight should this go wrong. Oh it was going to go wrong, Emmet was going to hate him he- The smiling teen embraced his sibling in a warm hug causing Ingo to tense up for a moment before returning the hug. "Of course, I would love to have a brother, but what should I call you?" He asked, letting out a chuckle as he heard his sis- no, brother let out a sob. "I-ingo." He managed to choke out, sniffling. He pulled away from the embrace, tears of happiness in his eyes. Emmet's smile reached his eyes, and Ingo's own expression matched his brothers, a very rare smile from the frowning man. "Th-thank you!" He whispered, wiping tears from his eyes. "I've always wanted a brother!" Emmet said. Ingo knew he had made the right decision. Now it was time to live as his authentic self.

[queen-scribbles]

Memory #18 for Tragen?

18. A memory they wish the could change.

—

Today had not been a good day. For starters, Tragen had failed two of the four tests from last week(one by only two points). Then Marsh had tripped him during lunch and laughed when he landed face-first on his food tray. And then one of the new Imperial patrols had hassled Dieq and Norra as they were walking home because there was a rumor their parents harbored “Republic sympathies”. (In Tragen’s opinion, if you swooped in and blackmailed a planet into an alliance, it shouldn’t surprise you when some of the people formed favorable opinions of your enemy.)

However, there did come a bright spot in all the crumminess of failed tests and bullies. Halfway through (diligently) doing his homework, Tragen got a message from Dieq: there were finally new levels for their favorite HoloNet game. It had been months since Inescapable last updated with more than bug fixes, and Tragen decided what was left of his homework could wait. There was only the linguistics lessons left, and after such a horrible day, he needed to relax. A break wouldn’t hurt anything. He knew his mother would disagree, however, and since she was at the other end of the room organizing her travel satchel for an impending trip, he tried to play quietly.

The first time he got tripped up and lost, he was fast enough to mute the consolatory trill his datapad emitted. The second time he was not.

Mother looked up from the cosmetics she was packing an arched a brow at him.  “Tragen. Are you finished your schoolwork?”

“…Almost?” He fiddled with the datapad and stared at the table rather than meet her eyes.

“Isn’t our understanding that all forms of personal entertainment wait until after you’ve completed your home assignments?”

“Well, yes, but…” Tragen kicked the table leg. “I needed a break and Dieq told me Inescapable has new levels for the first time in months and-”

She did not look convinced to make an exception. “Tragen.”

“It’s a puzzle game, Mother! It teaches logic and perseverance and problem solving and creative thinking.”

“Tragen.” Mother crossed the room and held out her hand. Very reluctantly, he handed it over. “If you’re almost done your home assignments, then you can persevere until you’re finished.”

“But I was almost through the first level!” he protested. “Only one more pitfall to navigate and I’m done. Please, Mother? I’ve never beaten Dieq through a level, and who knows how long it’ll be before there’s more.”

“While I appreciate all the skills it teaches” –she switched the datapad to text only mode and the game screen fizzled away–”the only skill you’re supposed to be honing right now is linguistics. I need to finish packing and leave on my trip, but your father can reset the datapad once you’re finished your schoolwork.” She knelt next to his chair as she handed back the datapad. “Your education is important, dear, and will last much longer than the satisfaction of finishing a game level faster than your best friend.”

“What do you know,” Tragen muttered sullenly, half-snatching the datapad out of her hand and slouching in his seat.

Mother gave him a look that was both affectionate and reproving. “I know if you want to be a diplomat, as I am, you need to do well in school.” She ran her fingers through his hair and he pulled away, resentful of being treated like a child (even if, at thirteen, he was barely more than one). Mother sighed.  “Discipline is important, dear. And you have a bright future ahead of you. I want you to do well.”

“Stars forbid I have fun for ten minutes,” Tragen grumped. He didn’t want to translate a founding tongue poem, let alone do so into eight different languages.

“That is not what I said,” Mother returned, tone stern, as she straightened. “The standing arrangement is you can do as you like with your time after your schoolwork is done. The more time you spend complaining, the longer it will take you to finish. I’m going to finish packing so I can catch my shuttle. Without distractions, you may be able to finish before I depart.”

He rolled his eyes and glowered at the datapad. “So?”

She sighed and shook her head. “Now you’re just being petulant. Finish your homework.” She returned to packing the satchel, but he saw her glance his way a few times to check if he was obeying.

He did, with great resentment at her (justified) lack of trust, start on the linguistics assignment. But then he got tripped up by the Iyran and Cheunh conjugations in quick succession and shoved the datapad down the table with an ill-tempered growl.

Mother caught it just before it skidded off the edge and sent him a flat look. “I think you need to take a couple deep breaths, dear.”

“And I think this is too many languages to be learning at the same time!” he almost-shouted. The fact linguistics was usually his favorite and he was very good at it was conveniently forgotten for now. “I don’t see why I need to learn Cheunh, anyway. The Chiss are so franging isolationist, it’s not like I’m ever going to use it!”.

“Alright, go to your room,” Mother said coolly, but a vein twitched in the side of her neck and he knew he was angering her.

“Fine!” Tragen spat, and stomped toward the stairs. He wasn’t even halfway up when the guilt started nipping at his heels. It really wasn’t fair to take out his entire lousy day on her. Especially because she was right–languages were important, and they had made a deal. Do you really want to leave things like this right before she flies halfway across the galaxy? a little voice pointed out.

But Tragen was stubborn enough, angry enough, to shove it all down as he–literally–punched the controls to close his door. She’s only going to be gone two weeks. I can apologize or whatever when she gets back. He flopped down on his bed and glared vibroshivs at the ceiling. I just need to be mad for a little while. It’s not like I’m never going to see her again.

—

It only took three days into Mother’s trip for contrition to completely replace Tragen’s stubbornness. Before the school day was even out, he’d changed his mind. He wasn’t going to wait for Mother to get back. He’d try to reach her on holo soon as he got home, apologize, and ask about her trip.

But that was before he and Jeniyha caught sight of the Imperial soldiers standing guard outside their family estate. For the first time since they were little, they held hands without protest as they walked up the path to their own front door.

“D’you think they did something to Father?” Jeniyha whispered, and Tragen gave a single, sharp shake of his head.

There were more more soldiers right outside the house, more to skirt past in the entry vestibule, and a tall, imperious man with dark red skin and piercing yellow eyes waiting with Father in the living room.

“Ah,” the red man purred when he caught sight of Tragen and Jeniyha. “It must be one of you.”

“What’s going on?” Tragen asked, trying to sound brave as Jeniyha squeezed his hand tighter, but his voice shook. “Who’re you?”

“Oh, manners,” the red man chuckled. “I am Lord Incantus.” He steepled his fingers in front of him, gaze boring into Tragen. “We’ve determined there is a Force Sensitive living in this household. We’re here to escort the…. gifted individual to the Sith Academy for training.”

[ingoappreciation]

[Fuschia] and [Green] for the memory ask!

Send [ fuchsia ] for a blissful memory. Oh Arceus, that scent made his mouth water. It wafted in the air around him, teasing him with it's enticing scent. He licked his lips in anticipation as he reached down the grab the source of his current feelings. His stomach rumbled impaitently as it awaited something that it had not had sitting inside of it for...Arceus, had it really been 5 whole years? "Just eat the pizza already brother, it will get verrty cold if all you do is stare and salivate over it!" Emmet said, letting out a hearty laugh. He flashed his brother a slightly annoyed look before sticking his tongue out. "Emmet, it's been 5 whole years since I've eaten pizza, let me take in the tantilizing scent." He ignored the snort from the white clad man whom he had recently learned was his twin, taking in one more whiff of the pizza before taking a bite. A small moan escaped his mouth as an explosion of familiar flavours exploded in his mouth. He was in bliss. Emmet burst out in hysterical laughter.

Send [ green ] for a guilty or jealous memory. Guilt wracked through Ingo's entire person, the Warden sat down against the far wall of Lady Sneasler's cave, a blank look on his face as he gently scratched behind his Sneasel; Pepper's ear, loud purrs sounding from the yellow earred Sneasel as his trainer scratched this spot that he loved. "Sneee~" He cooed, melting into the pets. Ingo couldn't help but laugh at the young kit's contentness. It helped ease the guilt, and arceus forbid, the jealousy he was currently feeling. He bit his bottom lip as he let his mind wander to why he was feeling like this, the guilt once again washing over him. It was because while making a supply trip to Jubilife village, he had almost run into a couple kids playing tag. They were identical, the word 'twins' echoed in his mind which caused him to wonder just where exactly he knew that word from. It caused him a pang of jealousy watching the pair play together, they seemed so close. He tensed up as a memory flashed in his mind, the man in white...the man who always smiled. The man who looked like him. Could that be what he was....? A twin? A wave of guilt washed over him with the thought. Arceus, he felt like he was going to be sick. That man who he couldn't remember, was his twin. Ingo could not remember his name, and that made him feel guilty.

[queen-scribbles]

9. A photographic memory

Since this doesn’t have a muse attached, the new girl has decided to co-opt it. I didn’t fight her very hard.

                                                       —-

“So, single or double?”

Kayris paused, her fingers less than an inch from the galaxy map screen, and arched an eyebrow at the back of her newly acquired pilot’s head. “Huh?”

“You know, this lightsaber that would’ve been real handy if it hadn’t been ‘taken from you’“ –was there a mocking edge to the words, or was she just sensitive on this topic?– “single hilt or double?”

“Oh.” While she wished he would pick a different line of inquiry, basics weren’t so bad. “Double.”

“No kidding?” He definitely sounded surprised this time. And maybe a little impressed. “Those’re trickier to wield, aren’t they? From what I hear, anyway.”

“Yes.” She could still feel the tingle of self-inflicted burns from her training blade. “Yes, they are.”

“So why pick that? Wouldn’t expect a Jedi to deliberately go for something that causes more slaughter per swing.”

She smirked, tracing one finger around the edge of the map display. Hazy as other things might be, that she recalled crystal clear. “To be different. All of my training was spent as Revan and Malak’s little shadow. We spent so much time together because we were friends, but as the quiet one, I tended to blend into the background. Which has its uses, don’t get me wrong. But I wanted something that would make me stand out. And since both of them used single-hilt–Malak one and Revan two–choosing the double-hilt seemed the best way. Definitely more challenging to master, that reputation is well earned, but so very worth it. And since it’s more difficult and fewer people pursue it as a result, most don’t dedicate a lot of time learning how to defend against it.” She smirked.  “Including one of my best friends.” 

She could almost feel the weight of the blunted doubleblade in her hands, the memory was so clear. See Malak’s cocky grin; convinced that–as usual–his size and strength would be the only advantages he’d need. She watched the memory play out in her mind; strikes and parries and that grin slowly fading to determination as he realized this wouldn’t be so easy. The moment he overextended himself and she swept his legs while he was unbalanced, aiding his fall with an elbow to the back of his ribs. He lay there for a minute, her blade on his neck, before laughing and gesturing his surrender. Good job, Ris.

Kayris pulled herself out of the memory and back to the Ebon Hawk’s cockpit with some effort. Atton was staring at her. She flashed an apologetic smile.  “Sorry. Basically, to answer your question, I chose the double-hilt to be unique. Maybe not entirely unique–I know others wield them, too–but unique in my circle of friends.”

“You seem pretty one of a kind to me,” he joked, giving her a suggestive grin.

“Very funny.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the galaxy map.

“So what color did you pick?”

“Atton, why do you care so much about my lightsaber? Thinking about becoming a Jedi?”

He snorted and tossed her a smirk. “Not by a long shot. Chalk it up to a curious streak.”

He didn’t strike her as the type, but she could play along. They didn’t have anything better to do until they reached Telos.  “Sure it’s not boredom?”

Atton grinned wryly. “No comment.”

She laughed. “Today sort of has been the least boring day ever, hasn’t it? Guess boredom isn’t really a risk.”

“Not with Sith assassins and naps-with-vibroblades chasing us, no,” he deadpanned. “Quit stalling.”

Kayris sighed and stared hard at the flight path readouts to buy herself a few more seconds. “Viridian,” she finally said, softly. She could almost feel it in her hand the more he pried, see things washed in the blue-green light of the blade. “Completely unique.”

“I’m sensing a pattern here,” Atton said, teasing note in his voice.

He was more right than he knew. She managed half a smile. “Maybe so.” Quiet stretched between them, him keeping an eye on the controls and her staring at the galaxy map without really seeing it. Finally, though, she let out a slow breath. “I’m gonna, um, check in with T3. Let me know when we’re getting close to Telos?”

Atton nodded. “Sure.”

“Thanks.” She stepped out of the cockpit and started toward the main hold, grateful he’d stopped prying, but still needing the space her excuse afforded.

Down the road, when people would ask the first moment she knew, this would be the easy answer that popped in her head. Much, much further down the road.

[queen-scribbles]

13 and 26 for Emiri?

*shows up two months late with Starbucks and a combo prompt fill* 

(don’t remember which is which, but this is a memory they want to share + of a friend)

--

“You should come back with me.”

It was a familiar request to Emiri, even as her fondly shaking her head was a familiar answer to Alden. “You know I can’t.”

“Oh, come on.” He ran his hand through his hair, blond curls escaping between his fingers. “You would have fun, Emiri, I know you would.”

She shot him a skeptical. “Alden. We’ve been friends for years. Do you really think me on a boat will be in any way fun?”

“Well, alright,” Alden conceded with a sheepish smile. “That part won’t be fun, you’re right. But once we reach Aedyr, you would get to meet my parents, I could actually introduce you to Lyse instead of writing endless sappy letters about her, show you Aedyr, or at least parts of it. I’m sure Caed Nua could get along without you for a few months, you’re five years in and it’s strong enough to keep going temporarily under a regent’s supervision,” he cajoled. “Things are peaceful right now. I completely understand your aversion to boats, but-”

“Alden,” Emiri cut him off with a smile. They sighed in tandem and stared into the fire for a long moment. She set her cup on the table beside her chair to reach over and squeeze his hand. “You know I can’t. I’d love to meet the rest of your family; if Lucy’s any indication I’m sure they’re wonderful people. And Aloth’s dropped enough tidbits I am curious to learn more about Aedyr than can be found in books. But I cannot do two weeks on a boat, I can’t leave Caed Nua for so long, I just can’t.”

Alden covered her hand with his and squeezed back. “I understand.” He smiled as he sat back. “Just be prepared to continue receiving the long sappy letters about my intended, perhaps with a few paragraphs about my homeland thrown in for flavor. And so my besotted ramblings don’t overwhelm you.” A playful wink. “And even if I’m relatively sure of the answer, you’re still getting invited to the wedding.”

She laughed, running her thumb around the rim of her tea cup. “For that I might come. I’m so happy you found someone, and celebrating that might pull me back on a boat. Maybe. Possibly.”

Alden’s smile widened. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He reached for his own teacup, sighed slightly in disappointment to find it empty. “Suppose that means it’s time for bed...”

Emiri shrugged. “You’re leaving in a few days, we can milk another hour or so out of tonight. You don’t need to start packing until day after tomorrow.”

He chuckled and settled even more comfortably into his chair. “I like this plan very much. If you won’t come with me, I’ll steal as much of your time as I can get away with while I’m here.”

They preceded to talk far into the night, and Emiri counted the with him well worth the lost hours of sleep.

----

(since it’s been a while, Alden’s the friend she makes at the masquerade in Sarabande and makes another appearance in Silver; he’s a thayn from Aedyr and they turn into pen pals who get to visit once in a while. He’s the only real friend she makes outside her companions, and she treasures him dearly. And no, Eothas isn’t hitting for another month or so, before anyone gets worried. I would NEVER take Alden from Emiri like that, she wouldn’t speak to me ever again)