Your Afterlife, Forever More

A Drag Path... Etched In The Surface As Evidence I Left There On Purpose A Sad Sap, Laying On The Surface....

Loved by Mika

I was born with hands to feel Born with eyes to see But only on my knees in rivers -- Never in the deepest winters

Lord, damn the man who made the mirror -- I was not made to meet my eyes of fear

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you don't have to "prove" your character to anyone. the rpc isn't a courtroom and your readers aren't a jury. it's so easy to slip into the pitfall of defensive writing, trying to acquit your characters of tired tropes or safeguard them from being misinterpreted. "i swear she's still a strong female character though!" "it's okay, i promise she's demure and composed!"

you don't have to make your characters palatable.

you don't have to overcorrect or make them "appropriate", sanitized or declawed.

they're allowed to be nuanced, they're allowed to be messy, they're allowed to be multifaceted and wrong sometimes. they're allowed to not have everything fully formed.

you don't have to overwrite your character bios and leave nothing to the imagination, frying your brain at 3 am with "is this the way i want others to see my character?" "is this how my character would act in a room full of people?" "how do i want my peers to classify my character? STOP. breathe. it. doesn't. matter.

what matters is that you know your character, you're writing something beautiful because it's the story you want to tell and enjoy, and you have every right to do that without being so performative that you're being too hard on yourself.

you don't owe imaginary readers a perfectly polished version of what you think they're judging you for.

trust yourself as a writer to portray your character with justice.

trust the readers to see and pick up on the beautiful thing you're creating.

Hoppy stepped closer to inspect the other sheep plush. Under the dark light of the toy factory, it made everything look much darker. But upon getting a good look, Hoppy would realize the error she hade made. This was not the toy she was looking for, but someone else.

Mika wants to argue that isn't their "toy" name, just something they've picked up and called themselves. But... the less they make themselves stand out too much, the better. And now? Mika's at a crossroads of having to survive and explore around the Safe Haven. Mika's plush body moved on its own. Nerves already getting to them. Mika's glad to have met her here and not in a situation where they're getting chased by the Doctor or Prototype's grunts. They listen regardless. It's imperative they get this.

❝  you wanna know how i know you’re a good friend— not just for me but in general?  i always feel better after hanging out with you.  ❞

❝  sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞

❝  have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it?  everything that’s been happening.  eventually,  you have to slow down and let it feel real.  ❞

❝   i’m not really the advice type,  but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while.  ❞

❝  was this not what you expected?  ❞

❝  i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves.   ❞

❝  did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?  ❞

❝  i’m going to tell you this,  once,  because i think you need to hear it.  you deserve more.  you should expect more from the world and put in the work to get what you deserve.  ❞

❝  i brought some seeds for your garden.  i thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer.  ❞

❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you made it.  here,  let me get you a drink.   ❞

❝  if you’d like to discuss it in private,  we can step outside?  ❞

❝  whatever it is you wish to tell me,  it won’t leave this room.  ❞

❝  well,  i’ve been wanting to talk to you.  but i don’t really know how to put it all in words.  ❞

❝  how have you been sleeping?  ❞

❝  don’t take this the wrong way,  but you don’t quite look well.  ❞

❝  don’t feel bad for not knowing—  i was trying not to bother anyone.  you didn’t know because i didn’t let you.  ❞

❝  miscommunication is a shitty trope in sitcoms and it’s even shittier in real life,  so let’s just take a moment to breathe.  and let’s get on the same page.  alright?   ❞

❝  is this a time for me to listen or fix it?  ❞

❝  i don’t really have anything to say,  i just know that i don’t really want to be alone.  ❞

❝  could you just…talk to me?  it doesn’t have to be anything important.  i just like listening to your voice.  it calms me.  ❞

❝  honestly,  it was a long time ago.  i don’t really remember the details.  ❞

❝  i’m rather proud of you.  i don’t say that often,  so believe i mean it.  ❞

❝  you seem content here.  happy,  even?  ❞

❝  i’m not here to drudge up the past.  i’m just hoping we could have a future.  ❞

❝  i see you’re not getting much sleep either.  should i make us both some tea,  then?  ❞

❝  are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me?  ❞

❝  are you sure you’re alright?  ❞

❝  i’m a fan of your work,  actually.  ❞

❝  you have more of a reputation than you might think.  ❞

❝  you haven’t heard of me?  how refreshing.  ❞

❝  go on,  tell me what’s on your mind.  ❞

❝  something is troubling you,  yes?  ❞

❝  with a smile like that,  i can’t help but want to know your secret.  what’s got you so cheery today?  ❞

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

It was the king's heat season, so he was exceptionally friendlier and flirty-er. He watches Mika with hooded lids, relaxed and unmoving, always smiling though. Amused at being treated like some kind of beast that could switch up on a dime, and he very well could.

"I... yeah. Yeah, I guess I... do." Was Mika that easy to read? To see how that they felt around Alexander? Or just around people in general? Mika's face is a hot pink curtesy of their temporary body having actual blood and heart to pump a color to their cheeks and bridge of their nose. Mika's heart fluttering against their chest like a bird in a cage. They're actually about to feel up a literal demon. Holy shit. Mika's palms caress naturally around the pec area of Alexander as if knowing exactly where to feel up. Or- their attention just shifted to the glittering piercings on his nipples. Fuckfuckfuck-