Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Whumpee: Hiccup
Word Count: 5,299
Rating: T
Summary: After months of captivity, torture, and dehumanization, Hiccup is finally free from Viggo's clutches. And what he does not know is that during his time as Viggo's prisoner, a Berkian ship has been sailing steadily toward Rome, searching for him. Continuation of Day 26.
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You can store your memories in memory galleries. You can make a memory gallery by making a symbol that triggers your memory gallery. For example, the symbol of 3 circles and 1 square can trigger your memory gallery.
Notice that you can make multiple memory galleries (I wrote the word gallery in its plural form.) You should make sure to have a separate symbol for each memory gallery, so they don't overlap.
You don't need to make more than one memory gallery if you don't need more than one memory gallery.
You can put memories into a memory gallery by making a "mental photo" of something (a place, a person in a place, etc) you see with your eyes or recalling a mental photo, imagining a short amount of text describing the mental photo, and assigning it a unique number (1, 2, 3) or a unique group number (1a, 2b, 3[yellow circle], etc).
Groups in your memory gallery represent memories with common features.
Ways to make a mental photo:
- Imagine the symbol that triggers your memory gallery next to the memory using an interactive mental image or using interactive vision.
- Imagine a flash of any colour using an interactive mental image or using interactive vision.
You can combine both of these to make a mental photo together if you want to.
In your memory gallery, you can view memories by their unique number or by their unique group number. You can imagine the memories that have unique numbers to be in columns and rows. Unique group numbers can be viewed by imagining their group identification letter, symbol, etc in your mind (in 1a, the group identification letter is "a" and in 3[yellow circle], the symbol is the yellow circle).
Memory interactions:
- Trigger memories = Make an unequal memory trigger connection where the superior trigger is a symbol (two blue boxes, etc) and the inferior trigger is a memory. When you think of that superior trigger, the memory assigned to it will get triggered.
- Fake memories = Make a memory that didn't happen and put it in a unique group number that only holds fake memories to not forget what memories in your memory gallery are fake. By thinking these memories in this fake memory group are real, you may change your behaviour. For example, if someone wants you to interact with them more, you can make fake memories of you often interacting with them and try to believe that they are real memories.
Some fake memory example types are fake action, fake activity, fake name (change name of a person to another name), etc.
- Planned memories = Make an unequal memory trigger connection where the superior trigger is a situation (a room, a feeling, argument, etc) and the inferior trigger is a memory. When that situation, the superior trigger, occurs, the memory assigned to it will get triggered. You can use this if you know a situation where you need a specific memory or memories.
Note: Planned memories may not be triggered if you become distracted (deep feelings, a heated argument, etc).
A useful thing to know is that memories can trigger specific emotions moods that you can use to your benefit. For example, if you're running to train your endurance, you can think of a memory of you listening to your favourite motivating song to get that motivating mood while running. If the memory contains enough information about the music in it, you could play the song in your head while running too.
Another useful thing to know is that memories can trigger specific temporary traits that you can use to your benefit. A temporary trait is a trait that someone can get by triggering it, while a permanent trait is a trait that occurs naturally in someone without them triggering it. Temporary traits are often much faster than permanent traits in some way due to the individual not being adapted to them. For example, if you're reading a text, you can think of a memory of you quadruple checking something that is similar to what you're currently doing (example: quadruple checking a sentence in another text) to get the temporary quadruple checking trait. With the temporary quadruple checking trait, you would be able to read the text you're reading with some stops while doing fast quadruple checks with your mind that you may not feel like you're doing. If you had a permanent quadruple checking trait, you would take more stops while reading due to doing much slower quadruple checks.
Memory trigger information
Harry Potter was just revealed as the fourth Triwizard Champion, Hogwarts’s Second Champion. As soon as he was summoned, blue fireballs hit a number of students, sending everyone in a panic.
FFN / Ao3
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-October 31, 1994-
And utter chaos erupted in the Great Hall as soon as Harry's name was called by Dumbledore. It didn't even mellow down when the last champion was summoned in the next room.
In fact, it made the students even rowdier as soon as Potter disappeared.
"Silence!" Professor Mcgonagall called for order in the Great Hall.
A lot of the students heeded the deputy headmistress's call, but there were still some remnants of outrage that can be heard, especially from the Hufflepuff table, not to mention the looks of rage from the two visiting headmasters: Karkaroff and Maxime.
Before anyone could even protest of the recent events, lightning struck the Goblet of Fire and caused the flames within the goblet to rise up before blue fireballs erupted from the object and hit a number of students in the great hall, while three of those fireballs exited the room.
As thunder roared in the great hall, everyone began to panic, nine of Hogwarts's students were hit by those blue fireballs and were promptly knocked out.
Everyone momentarily forgot about the tournament as they tended to their housemates that were hit by the blue fireballs that the Goblet of Fire released, which was now unlit.
"Pomona, Flitwick, please move the unconscious students to the hospital wing." Dumbledore requested his faculty.
The two professors nodded as they flicked their wands onto the unconscious students. The students in question began to float off of the floor and were slowly but surely sent to the hospital wing.
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"So let me get this straight, the fireballs that hit us from the Goblet of Fire was the one that made us all remember?" Ryuji questioned.
"It's the only explanation that makes sense," Makoto offered. "Still reincarnation, it's hard to believe."
"What I'm more surprised is that if we were all reincarnated, why do we still have the same parents as we had in our past lives?" Anne voiced out. "Wait we all have the same parents, right?" She immediately added, unsure if her experience was the same as the others.
"Even close enough histories," Ren nodded. "Shido's still the reason why I'm in England."
"And Shido's still the one who left me and my mother here as well." Akechi growled.
"Madarame is still my guardian this time around," Yusuke offered. "Although, I notice he's not shy to show his wealth to me or his other students."
"My mom's not dead," Futaba shared. "However Sojiro's the one taking care of me in her stead."
"Why's your family name Sakura?" Anne questioned.
"Mom and Sojiro are married, he's my stepdad." Futaba grinned.
"Really? Neat!" Ryuji grinned back.
"So we have the same parents and close enough histories to our past lives," Ren summed everyone's situations up. "You're right, that is strange."
"Maybe it has to do with our Personas in our previous lives." Haru suggested.
"What about Morgana, in this life, he's the son of our servant." Anne pointed out.
"Isn't he still a cat?" Ryuji teased.
"I'm perfectly human, thank you very much, you ape!" Morgana growled at the blond.
Ryuji closed his eyes and took calming breaths before looking at the cat animagus.
"Whatever you say, cat." Ryuji rolled his eyes.
"Having an animagi transformation as your accidental magic is unheard of," Makoto offered.
"I'm sorry, but can we focus on our current predicament?" Akechi growled. "How am I going to make Shido pay in our current situation?"
"I think Shido is the least of our problems." Haru contradicted Akechi's words. "There are rumors that you-know-who is still alive."
"You-know-who?" Futaba questioned. "You mean Voldemort?"
A few of them flinched at the mention of the Dark Lord's name.
"Guys, seriously?" Ren raised an eyebrow." You're afraid of someone's name?"
"It's not like we can control our reaction that had been honed for the past years in this life," Ryuji challenged. "Ma and I are close to the Diggorys and they kinda taught us to fear his name, everyone does in this part of the world."
"Not everyone." Anne shook her head.
"Lady Anne's right, Harry Potter has no qualms stating his name."
"He's Harry Effing Potter!" Ryuji exclaimed. "Cedric told me in the past years that Potter's been raised in a muggle household, and that reaction hasn't been ingrained in him."
"And from what I can tell, Headmaster Dumbledore seems to encourage him to mention his name." Akechi contributed.
"Fear of the name increases the fear of the thing itself," Morgana quoted. "That's what Potter always tells those around him."
"Where is the lie tho?" Futaba questioned.
"Potter has a point." Yusuke agreed
"We'll try to say his name whenever we can, Ren." Makoto offered. "But we can't just unlearn something we've been taught to do since we were born overnight."
"Makoto's right," Ryuji nodded. "That's like, what we were told to do growing up."
"So how'd we all end up in Britain anyway?" Haru shifted the topic. "I was just in London when my Hogwart's letter came in."
"We were supposed to be on vacation, but that piece of shit of a father suddenly got angry at me, and started hexing me in broad daylight."
"Wha-Are you okay Ryuji?!"
"I'm fine, he got sent to Azkaban for that," Ryuji grinned. "We were about to be obliviated but, my bout of accidental magic saved me and my mother from having our minds wiped, ever since, Cedric's dad was kind enough to let us live with them for a few years before ma got a job and moved us in a nearby muggle settlement."
"Lady Anne and I have actually the same circumstances with Haru." Morgana shared. "We were simply in Britain when we got our bout of accidental magic and when we received our Hogwarts letters."
"Madarame had an exhibit in Britain when I got my Hogwarts letter."
"After my father died in the line of duty, my mother moved sis and I to Britain but she died just a few years before I received my Hogwarts letter." Makoto shared. "It just so happen that sis already had a part-time job and dad has a lot of leftover money that we were able to live on our own."
"My mom, Sojiro, and I were on a trip in Britain when my mother was about to get ran over, like in my previous life," Futaba shared. "Accidental magic saved my mother's life, but she was also caught in the resulting blast and she's in a coma since."
"Okay, I can't hold it in," Anne exclaimed. "How is Ryuji not growling at Morgana right now?!"
"I'm right here!"
"My point still stands!" Anne argued. "Usually you'd fire back or even growl at Morgana every time he'd have a go at you."
"Gee thanks, you noticed that the cat has been insulting me," Ryuji rolled his eyes. "I'm feeling the love here."
"Not the point, Ryuji!" Anne huffed.
"Alright, enough!" Makoto broke up a potential fight. "Can you just answer her question Ryuji?"
"I must admit, I'm quite curious myself." Haru chimed in.
"It probably has something to do with the lack of Kamoshida, the incarceration of his father at Azkaban, and a healthy growing environment," Ren deduced. "You already know how he is in middle school in your past life Anne, how is this a surprise to you?"
"I guess, I got used to Ryuji's temper during our bout as Phantom Thieves," Anne admitted. "But he's still irritable back then too!" She tried to justify. "Not as explosive when it's against Morgana."
"Back to the topic at hand, I'm much more curious if the spells we learned in our past lives be applicable here as well." Yusuke pointed out. "I have no problem with the spells Hogwarts has taught us, but I have noticed the lack of elemental spells apart from fire and water."
"No, there's barely any water or fire spell at all." Futaba shook her head.
"I wonder if Hama and Mudo spells are still quite lethal as they were in our past life," Akechi offered. "Or if the Recarm spells have any effect on those affected by the Killing Curse."
"Or if Salvation, Amrita, and Energy showers are effective against the imperious curse." Makoto nodded.
"Wouldn't we get caught if we cast an unforgivable curse?" Anne asked in worry. "I don't fancy entering prison at all in this life, let alone Azkaban." She shivered.
"I'd rather not have to go to prison in this life as well." Ren agreed.
"I guess, we'll hold off countering the unforgivable curses in the meantime." Makoto nodded.
"For the meantime, who is everyone supporting in the tournament?" Futaba grinned.
"Sorry guys, I'm supporting Cedric, he's a Hufflepuff and my big brother in all but blood." Ryuji rubbed the back of his neck.
"I thought I was your brother?!" Ren exclaimed in mock agony.
"Well yeah, but they essentially adopted ma and I back when we were first living with them," Ryuji shrugged. "Ced's the big brother that I never had."
"Well, if Ryuji's supporting Cedric, then so am I." Ren grinned.
"House Loyalties here." Morgana and Anne announced. "Despite the dubious way he was entered, I'm still supporting Potter." Anne finished.
"I'm supporting Delacour." Haru offered.
"I am as well." Makoto nodded.
"Any reasons girls?"
"My code name as a Phantom Thief is a French word," Haru sweetly smiled. "That and she shows elegance in whatever she's doing."
"Had Diggory been Hogwarts's only champion, I would have supported him, but there is something in Delacour that makes me want to support her." Makoto shared.
"Is it because she's part Veela?" Futaba grinned.
"I thought the Veela's allure only work on the majority of men?" Makoto countered.
"Damn," Futaba cussed.
"I must admit, I have a hard time trying to pick one to support," Yusuke admitted. "All the champions are equally aesthetically pleasing, even Potter, I suppose I would have to abstain in this particular vote."
"I don't know, it'd be nice to support either Potter or Diggory, I'm quite undecided," Futaba admitted. "I'll take a page out of Inari's book and abstain as well."
"Akechi?" Ren looked at the former Detective Prince.
"I don't have time for some childish tournament," Akechi growled. "I'd rather prefer to spend my time and see if the Dark Lord will ever return to power."
"About that… regarding our topic of discussion," Makoto trailed off. "Rumor has it that You-know-who has already infiltrated the school twice, during our first year and second year."
"I had heard about that," Akechi frowned. "Well then, I guess I can spend my time investigating the dubious way Potter was entered into the tournament," He gave a manic grin towards his companions. "After all, this too happened on the night of Hallows eve, and Potter and Halloween don't exactly see eye-to-eye."
Years ago, I thought I had seen Bend ‘Ems Homeward Bound figures at Toys R Us and I thought it was a fake memory until I searched eBay and found these.
Harvey was taking a break from the barbecue to go for a walk. He had had his fill of food and drink and games for the time being and just needed to take a moment to clear his head. The stony beach where he had played when he was a child had become the place where he did that. There was something oddly calming about the sound of stones clinking together beneath his feet. The grey pebbles looked smoother than usual but none of them really stood out that much. Until suddenly some of them did.
The sun shining down on them had caused the shiny white pebbles to almost create a light of their own and for some reason they caused Harvey to stop and stare. He bent down to pick one of them up and ran it over his fingers. There were a bunch of them scattered around him. He didn’t remember ever seeing them in his childhood - he would have picked them up to take them home if he had - but for some reason they were familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
It was only when Harvey let the stone drop through his fingers that the funny feeling washed over him. He suddenly felt panic and fear wash over him. He looked around and all of a sudden he didn’t know where he was. He was lost. He wanted to go home but he didn’t know which way it was. The image he had in his mind was of a cottage through the forest but he was on a beach. He turned on the spot and ran forward a few steps and then back a several more. He had this overwhelming urge to protect his sister and get them both home. But Gretel wasn’t there.
Wait. Who was Gretel?
Gwyneth. That was his sister’s name. How could he forget it? Harvey squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. After a moment, he opened them again and everything was fine. He knew exactly where he was. He was on the beach where he had spent so much time as a boy with his mother and father. He had turned himself around and the way home was ahead of him. He looked down at the ground and saw the white pebbles. There seemed to be more than before. Or maybe he just hadn’t seen them. They seemed to line up, guiding him back to the entrance of the beach. He bent down to pick up a stone once more and slipped it into his pocket. It was pretty. Maybe he could get it made into a pendent as a gift for Gwyn.
Harvey took a deep breath and started walking home.
memory trigger 001 – nick wilde // cub scout uniform
Nick comes across an old cub scout uniform and can’t help but be reminded of a unknown and strangely familiar past.
There was very little Nick hated to do more than clean out the garage. It was always dusty - he was convinced that even if he cleaned it spotless it would find a way to still be dusty - and dark and filled with shit he didn’t need. Shit he had kept for sentimental value or just because he was terrible at throwing things away. Nick was making his way down with a few empty cardboard boxes. Today he would throw some things away or donate them. He was determined to finally do some proper cleaning out.
Sorting through things was boring at first– it felt like a chore. But as he kept going, he fell into a sort of rhythm. To keep, to donate, to throw away. Each pile grew gradually as he went along, having to pause a few times when it was harder to part with something. A baseball cap came into his grip. The New York Mets. It had been his father’s favorite team. He ran his fingers along the orange logo with a quiet sigh. It had been a long time since he’d spoken to his father. To donate.
Nick was considering taking a break– it had been so long since he had started sorting through things. The cardboard boxes were almost full. He’d have to go and look for some more. If he even had any more around the house. But just as he was about to call the last three items the middle point of his cleaning session, Nick’s fingers ran along an oddly soft polyester fabric. He pulled the neatly folded item out from its original box and onto his lap.
The fabric was a gentle mossy green color. Emblazoned on the front was a badge. Zootopia Junior Rangers. He blinked at it and it read differently. Talle Hollow Junior Rangers. Weird. His mind must’ve been playing tricks on him. Zootopia. No such place existed. Nick had been at this sorting thing for a while, he was just tired and in need of some coffee. But for some reason he couldn’t put the uniform away.
His hands ran along the badges that adorned the front and the sleeves. He took a hold of the red bandana, feeling like there was an itch he couldn’t scratch in his memories. It had been a long time since he had been a cub scout. Way too long.
Suddenly he felt a little faint. Unusual for him. An image of running and laughing through the woods flickered through his mind. The sound of animals bickering. Talking. Animals didn’t talk. Nick blinked it away. What was going on?
Nick began to re-fold the uniform, kind of desperate to put it away. For some reason he wasn’t liking the way it was making him feel. To donate. He hesitated. To keep.
He decided it was time to finally take that break. While his mind was still racing around the imagery of the forest and the other cub scouts, Nick had to distract himself. He didn’t like this vague sense of déja vu he was experiencing, but perhaps if he gave himself some time he could push it away.
sunlight cascades over the tall grass, bringing life and warmth into the meadow’s soul. tired and achy bones take a small step downward, heaving a tired and speckled body into the soft grass, the golden light providing a natural blanket to contrast the slightly chilled air. a warm breath is released from tired lungs, spilling out a light fog from the nose and mouth. the sounds of the forest and the rustling grass can be heard in the area. no distractions. just the herd and the bountiful nature that brings only life.
