Your Afterlife, Forever More

dialogue prompts from lost lambs by madeline cash.

i just made all that up to get a rise out of you.

my virtue is post-theocratic.

i don't like talk radio. it feels like eavesdropping.

any pleasure is a guilty one.

children never fail to leave a residue. they're like little snails.

regardless of your gender, you should know how to boil some water.

i don't ask questions, and i'm well-compensated for it.

can we just sit here a minute?

where are you going, all dressed up?

it's always the quiet ones, isn't it?

it's unbecoming to snitch.

some of your mail was delivered to me by mistake.

cleanliness is a luxury.

people like them don't understand people like us.

you're an artist. i could tell right away.

you're not living. you're just enduring.

you eat like a hunter-gatherer.

i feel like we were only young for a summer.

very few things are impossible.

you're too clever for your own good.

you aren't being challenged enough.

education is a system of imposed ignorance.

it's ironic that the punishment for not going to school is... not going to school.

i feel like you're failing to grasp the gravity of this situation.

let me ask you this: do you want to be right, or do you want to be happy?

being right brings me happiness.

sadness can add a depth to beauty.

what do you think's going on in there?

the whole place is soundproof.

so, tell me something about yourself.

i doubt you're ever unserious.

scarcity fosters desire.

how'd you sneak in here?

i don't like seeing you this way.

do you want me to make you something to eat?

i don't think i have a talent.

how long have you been standing there?

silences don't make me uncomfortable.

weird. i usually skip anger and go straight to depression.

who has the money for frivolities like mental health?

we're older, but no wiser.

you can be so cruel.

it's the twenty-first century. there are no good cops.

i'm allowed to have a little fun, too, you know.

i don't care for awkward pauses.

do you sleep at all?

you don't seem to suffer from inhibition.

think of something that brings you joy. one thing.

do you ever get lonely?

i never fully know what you're talking about.

'beautiful' seems too small to contain you.

perspective isn't just what you see: it's what you plan to do about it.

who are the bad guys?

you don't even know my middle name.

i'm not a rule-breaker.

no one can 'make' you feel anything.

something bad happens to everyone, eventually.

nothing bad is going to happen to you.

i got too close to the truth. for that, i must suffer.

i guess i didn't know as much as i thought.

something's up with you.

you seem happier.

are you wearing my _____?

news travels fast, around here.

mystery is a hop and a skip from misery.

what's with the flowers?

you're sounding like a conspiracy theorist.

it's a lot, all at once.

i really thought you were different.

this town's going to heck in a hand basket.

you've always cared, in your own way.

nothing good happens after midnight.

would you mind repeating what you just said?

i am the arbiter of my own misery.

who are you? do you even know?

you're being quiet and weird.

i want more from life than this town.

things will never look the way you think they're going to look.

you get used to it. the cameras.

i like a man who doesn't mince words.

do you often disobey instructions?

sometimes, the pot needs stirring. how else are you going to make something?

control what people do, and you're a king. control what people think, and you're a god.

let me get some frozen peas for your hand.

i don't care if you're sorry.

i don't worry about your business, you don't worry about mine.

this is a public street. i have a right to be here.

you will have to live with yourself and the company you keep.

what do you know about who you're protecting?

taking pride in one's work is a lost art.

i wasn't dishonest in the traditional sense.

i'm no stranger to online hostility.

it's like the land has its own memory.

we all make mistakes. saints and sinners alike.

i like you. i think we could work well together.

i think we should have a threesome.

i didn't want to hurt anyone.

i don't really know what to do in this situation.

you would be good at tell-based card games.

i don't like to see anything go to waste.

don't worry about rumors. none of it's true.

i've started to question the very nature of truth.

to say there is no absolute truth is self-refuting.

human beings are confined to their perspectives.

everything is true, from a particular perspective.

some people don't quite fit anywhere.

you gonna be okay?

do you want to be a pussy, or do you want to be a hero?

who's in charge around here?

you're all business and no banter.

are you familiar with the popular adage, 'ignorance is bliss'?

i imagine this is a lot to take in all at once.

i know i was right, but thank you for saying so.

smell the roses and then blow out the candles. that's how you should breathe.

there's biblical precedent for covering your own ass.

you're like a truffle pig for trouble, aren't you?

doey was taking out a few friends on a playdate in the woods , which the dinosaur composer figured was another scavenger hunt . doey LOVED those— so much so , that at times he'd leave everyone in town so he could get all the prizes for himself ! a little greedy of him , sure , but piano thought it was funny . his ol' pal could be so funny without even trying !

frankly , the dinosaur was happy to just lounge around in town for today . the best song ideas come from rest , after all ! he sat happily in his nest , with the little sheep friend by his side .

with a few plinks of his keys , piano tilts his head at mika's request , only for another de-escalation of chords to signify a light chuckle .

He can't really understand what the other is saying. But- it didn't matter. The chirps and dings of his piano-like mouth was all the reassurance Mika needed. Even with the tail curling a little bit to shield Mika from overworking themselves TOO hard. The point of being DEAD and coming to these worlds is to experience different things and meet new people. "I-if you're sure, Pianosaurus! I just... don't want to keep getting dirty looks is all." Or... could someone get dirty looks if they didn't REALLY have eyes to stare at Mika with. Mika could get the memo. Why leave so suddenly? He just got here to Safe Haven some several days ago! He needn't worry about the whole responsibilities.

Weigh Down On Me Stay TILL Morning Way Down, Would You Say I'm Still WORTHY?

change pronouns as needed!

“god– i wanna kiss you.”

“can i kiss you?”

“just one kiss and i’ll never ask again.”

“let me be your first.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

mother's come --

she is the night .

MULTIMUSE & MULTIFANDOM. - ft. character adaptions from assorted animated sources and much more

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It wasn't exactly on Mika's bucket list to be attempted to be mugged AGAIN. What was it about Mika that made it seem so goddamn easy to make them a target? Was it because they were alone? Was it because they stood out with longer hair? Was it for the fact they dressed rather nicely? Groomed and all? Or was it because Mika STANK like an outsider to Gotham? A tourist welcome. Tch. Mika already injured with a few bleeding cuts after he too tried to fight back with their own knife. They weren't experienced with fighting at all. They don't even know why they bothered.

Mika tried to only swipe at the muggers only for them to throw them around like a ragdoll. They weren't strong at all. They were weak. Always have been. Mika could never stand up for themselves, only for this guy to dress up in a bat to beat the fucking snot out of these guys like they were small fishes in a pond with the bat as a shark. Mika leans themselves against the wall huddling into a ball. Trying to shelter themselves from their cut wounds along their shirt and once on their face.

Brushing a lock out of their face from their now dirtied blonde hair of the grim of the ground, they exhale what sounded like a breath of relief. "...Thanks, man. Just... used to it at this point." Used to being mugged? Or roughed up? That's what it sounded like to anyone. But no. The meaning behind is that he's already used to being put down and killed. That's why he's here in the first place. He's... an anomaly. Even their skin looked strange. Pale as a ghost. Eyes weren't exactly the right shade of blue. They looked human. But... they looked sickly. "Come here to visit... and this is how I learn superhero's exist, I guess." Mika mostly speaking to himself more than Thomas at this point.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

The lizard's armored brow rises high, eyes blinking in quick succession before he tilts his head downwards to look at his aforementioned claws. They're painted, as always, in a loud, sparkling array-- pink, blue and one with yellow stars that had taken far too long to properly place the way he wanted.

Modo's forked tongue slips past his lips and swipes over his left eye before a wide grin stretches over his maw, showing a large row of teeth.

❛ Thanks. Still look good, too. ❜ Yellow eyes drift to look at the sheep, half focusing on their face and half focusing on his own manicure. He wondered if the sheep needed one, as well. ❛ People think Modo pays someone to do them. Modo does them myself. Perfectly good hands for it, why waste when can do-- ❜ He holds them out in front of him, distracted while the other speaks. His claws glisten and sparkle in the afternoon sun, sunlight hitting them juuuuuust in the way he likes.

Modo's gaze suddenly slips back to the other, gaze focused wholly on their hooves. ❛ Modo can paint yours. Hooves have more surface, more room for sparkles. ❜

Finally, he manages to tear himself away from the topic of his manicure and then to something different-- as if finally everything Mika had uttered had managed to make it to his ears and comprehension.

❛ Modo often does trips where he knows nothing-- makes for fun vacations.❜ His tail sways lazily behind him and he rests his claws on his hip, a sparkling nail tapping at his belt.

❛ If you want good places, Modo knows. You want museum? Also knows. If you want a bite to eat, Modo really knows. But. . . ❜ His tongue flickers outward again, lapping at his snout as he looks upward in thought. Modo's grin widens in a way that's a little unnerving (... or is it meant playfully?).

The celebrity leans forward into the sheep's personal space and hums, seemingly interested. ❛ If trouble is what sheep looks for, I know even more places.❜

Maybe it's just the desire to want to express themselves in a way they'd NEVER been able to before they died. Always having to repress a side that ached to come out. Ached to be set free and show to the world that he's alive and that he mattered. Dying should've been their freedom. But he's traded one prison for another which is why he liked leaving the Afterlife as much as possible on the off chance he does return. Without the one who literally came up with the existence of an entire realm, it would just collapse.

Even if those there weren't exactly "real", they were real enough to them to not want to fuck them over. He'll be back in the next day or so. Just a little exploring wouldn't hurt, no? This town... Vineland. It seems so nice. A comfortable community. Somewhere Mika wishes he could've grown up in.

When Modo offers to paint their hooves for them, it catches Mika a little off guard. Someone would just... do that for them? Someone sentient? Alive? He doesn't miss a beat. The less timid he seemed, the better. A surge of just a small boost of relief rushes into their system. He's generous. Not that EVERYONE is out to get Mika. It's just a matter of having to be careful of WHO he attaches themselves to.

"I'd like that. Thank you... Modo, right?" Mika isn't sure why he talks to himself in the third person, but it doesn't matter. Mika liked when people shown personality instead of... being fake. (Hypocritical).

"Maybe I'll have to do colors like yours. Though I've always been a purple and orangey kinda person." Mika strokes a lock of wool from their eyes, revealing it too seemed to sparkle like blue gemstones in the sunlight. Their height drastically minuscule compared to the beefy reptile. That, or the disguise he was imprinted on made them smaller than necessary. Made them seem more... "softer" in a way.

Trouble. Oh. While Mika wasn't EXACTLY looking to be a problem off the jump when he's just arrived- it also came with a devil on their shoulder. The "what if" kind of thing. Mika didn't come to this universe to just play "normal". Mika wanted to see it all. Do it all. He's dead. What really consequences would really follow? He's gonna regret this, isn't he?

PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest?

3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd?

4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does?

5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why?

6. What are they like in motion–in different environments, and in different activities? What causes the differences between these?

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these?

8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell?

9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions?

10. What energizes and drains them most?

11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use?

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?

14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed?

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like?

17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person?

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group, versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why?

20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships?

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ?

23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult?

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference?

25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it?

26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them, if it does?

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike, in any category? Why?

28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why?

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why?

32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things?

34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why?

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect, versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this?

37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them?

38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why?

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

FREE FOR ALL.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors or motifs? Why?