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alsmp-headcanons · 2 years
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The afterlife smp wiki states that mika and cpk are not active so here’s my reasoning for why.
Mika is either enjoying the candy life so much she’s too afraid of losing it or she only had one life/is on her last life but nobody knew.
Cpk has transformed so fast into so many death based origins that when he became a gravital his body just shut down. He’s not dead but he had to rest for a very long time. Bonus points if he’s being a hermit to avoid future deaths and pain.
!!!! I love that! Though I think the actual reason Meeka is inactive is because she had COVID and then felt like she was too far behind everyone else to start?
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rottonfishie · 2 years
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Haunted ghost House au
Sausage just moved into a house with his cousin Pearl, but the problem is the house haunted by ghosts some nicer than others..
Gem + fwhip - burned alive on there birthday...(14)
Scott - murdered by Mother in the house... (14)
Zornoth - pushed fell out a window...(15)
Joey - died in a car crash near the house...(15)
Katherine - died to "food" poisoning...(14)
Lauren - eaten alive by wild animals...(14)
Lizzie - drowned in the lake near the house...(15)
Jimmy - drowned in the lake near the house... (14)
Mika - drowned in the lake near the house...(14)
Seapeekay - fell out the window...(15)
Shubble - ate rat poison...(9)
Joel - sickness...(14)
Meghan - choked to death...(14)
Oil - unknown...(14)
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The afterlife, Scott found, was dreadfully boring.
Sure, it was…..nice. Once he got over not feeling his own heartbeat, it was nice. Nice to live in a Rivendell not threatened by demons or ice powers or fish-related explosions. Nice to be able to spend time with his brother, his actual brother, not the demon he’d turned into. Nice to be with Jimmy without the pretenses of alliances and politics. The sun shone brightly, it snowed soft flakes every here and again, and it was always warm inside of his house.
But that’s all it was. Nice. Scott knew he was dead. And while some rest and relaxation was absolutely needed, he grew weary of it. There was no way to forget the life he’d lived, the burdens he’d borne, the weight of the golden antlers on his head. And an eternity of niceness made him restless. Everything was so perfect, his hands itched to break something so he could fix it.
Plus, besides the dullness, it was uncanny. Jimmy was still alive, the real one, he knew that. It was hard to kill a creature that’d already lived a thousand years, and he doubted Rivendell was Jimmy’s happy afterlife. And Xornoth, his brother….well, Xornoth was dead but he didn’t know where he’d ended up. Probably not here. Scott hadn’t known him before the corruption got him. And he assumed at least most of the other emperors and empresses were living still, and yet when he flew to visit their lands, there they were.
So, his afterlife was populated with imitations and terrible perfections. Scott longed endlessly for the things that used to annoy him. Jimmy’s stammering excuses every time he’d messed something up. Tracking snow on the carpets by accident. Sausage’s obnoxiously loud laughter. Lizzie’s penchant for scams and tricks. Buzzing bugs, horrendous blizzards, Xornoth in a crystal, the horrible weight of responsibility….
Well, almost all the things that annoyed him.
A man couldn’t live like that. Scott doesn’t think any reasonable person would stay sane if they had to live forever like this. People crave imperfections, they’ve lived a whole life surrounded by them.
One day, he’d just had enough. He wasn’t sure how long it had actually been, the fake Xornoth had laughed when Scott flinched at his touch, and fake Jimmy had made a lunch without burning anything (which wasn’t like him at all). And so he made his way to Aeor’s church.
Aeor was much easier to contact now, most likely because there wasn’t the barrier of reality to get around. What here was real? Scott could feel his presence in the winds and rains, like a faint electric shock. So, Scott knelt in front of the podium and called to him.
It wasn’t long before he felt a shift in the air, as if lightning were about to strike. He was listening.
“Aeor, I don’t want to sound ungrateful. My afterlife here has been great. But I’m entirely alone here. Is there…is there anything else I can do?”
I do not understand, hummed a voice both within his head and without. You have your friends here. As you’d have liked them to be. There is no reason to be lonely
Scott resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes, but being how I would like them to be only makes it ever clearer that they aren’t my friends. Can’t I…I don’t know, be a ghost? Haunt them a bit?”
Your friends have moved onto their own plane. You wouldn’t find them in your old world.
Scott gasped, eyes flying open briefly in shock. He caught the image of a pure white stag, glowing as bright as the sun, before shutting them tightly again. “Have…have they all died? How long has it been? How…how?!”
Why do you wish to know? It has not been very long. And I do not believe it would help you to know the cause.
Not very long to a god could be just about any amount of time. From five months to five hundred years. Scott didn’t put too much stock into that. “Why haven’t I gone where they’ve gone? Where have they gone?”
Because you died by the Rune Sword’s blade, you are here. The rest have ended up in a transitory place. A cyclical state. They will be washed clean of their previous lives to become ready for the next.
“Is it possible to join them?”
I could transport you there, yes. You would lose all memory of your life as King Scott of Rivendell. You would not remember this afterlife. As I stated, it is a place to prepare souls for their next life. You would not be there forever. And I cannot guarantee where your next life is.
Scott’s breath caught in his throat. To lose his memory of this life…of everything…some things seemed worth forgetting. He wouldn’t mind not remembering the dark hopelessness he felt as the End Dragon fell, the way he feared his own self when he froze Gem. But every memory, gone. Is it worth it to spend a small amount of time with the ones he loved if he wouldn’t even remember that he loved them?
“May I think on it? It’s a big decision.”
Of course. Come back here to give me your answer when you’re ready. We have all the time in the world
With that, Aeor left, the atmosphere in the building returning to normal. Scott waited a moment before he opened his eyes and stood, brushing the dust off his skirt. He stared at the golden horns on the wall. He resolved to give it one more day. If he couldn’t stand one more day in this place, he would join his friends.
The rest of the day passed as it always did. It was snowing gently when Scott stepped out of the church, and he took a moment to enjoy it. He took a walk around the gardens, nothing seeming out of place. Xornoth joined him, startling him near out of his boots. It was difficult to relax around this Xornoth, even if Scott knew he wasn’t a threat. They chatted for a while about absolutely nothing interesting, before Scott made some excuse to leave. Then, he made his way over to the Undergrove, and just…observed this Shrub for a moment.
When he wasn’t interacting with the people here, they were near robotic. This Shrub was tending to her mooshroms, except she kept patting the same one on the nose for far too long before pouring feed into the trough. Stiff, repetitive, motions. Creepy.
Eventually, Scott went up to say hello and they chatted, yet again, about nothing. What was there to even consider discussing? This Shrub wanted to know how Jimmy was, Scott said he was fine. Scott mentioned the nice weather around here, this Shrub said it was always lovely. She offered him some mushroom stew for dinner, he declined. The Shrub he knew would’ve teased him about his distaste for mushrooms, or insisted he stay for at least a cup of tea. But this one just shrugged and said maybe next time and Scott left.
Jimmy was at home when he got back, and let Scott make dinner for them all. It was strange how he always got Rivendell cuisine just right, as if he’d lived here all his life. While he cooked a simple potato soup, Scott made small talk. Tried to ignore how odd it was that this Jimmy never wore his Codfather apparel. It had been his pride and joy when Scott knew him, never taking it off for anyone hardly. He hardly ever saw Jimmy’s face, and that had been fine, even if he wished he got to see him more often. It was how he wanted to go about, so Scott never minded. But of course, this Jimmy never wore it. This Jimmy never responded to teasing and jabs, never got mad, never had his pride hurt. It made Scott want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t do, as long as it looked like Jimmy.
Dinner was awkward. Always was. Scott, Jimmy, and Xornoth, sat in Scott’s small sitting area. They didn’t ever need to eat, Scott had discovered, but it was nice to. It always turned out nice. Scott dismissed all attempts at a scripted conversation and went up to bed.
He didn’t know where the others slept. His house only had the one bedroom and the one bed. He assumed they just left for one of the houses in the village. Maybe they didn’t sleep, but the thought of that spooked Scott so he never considered it. Either way, Scott liked his privacy, so he slept alone.
The stillness kept him up. No howling winds, no bug sounds, no creaks or groans from the house settling or from the weight of snow on the roof. It was unnerving, especially so tonight when he knew there was a way out. At the price of remembering his life, sure, but a way out of a facade. A way into authenticity.
Scott lay like that a moment longer before pushing himself out of bed. He’d made up his mind. He pulled on his boots, put a warm coat on, and made his way to the Church of Aeor.
The silence made the crunching of his steps on the snow seem deafening. Nobody was awake at this hour, but the church would be open. It always was.
Scott cut through the lawns and pushed open the church doors. All was as he’d left it this afternoon, except s few candles lit to provide a little bit of light. It wasn’t necessary, as the moonlight through the windows was enough.
He strode down the aisle to the podium, ignoring the swarm of nerves in his gut and kneeling. If he backed out of this now, he’d never forgive himself, he knew. No matter how nervous he was, it was better to be out of here. Out of routine, out of uncanny perfections, out of imitations and scripts and fakery. It was worth any price to leave an eternity of that.
He wouldn’t need to call Aeor. He knew the god was listening.
“I have my answer for you. I’m ready to leave.”
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Some time later, or maybe some time before, a mothling wakes up
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Sweetest pie but it's candy!Meghan and candy!Jimmy
Anon, correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Mika the second candyperson?
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harley-the-pancake · 2 years
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Mika in alsmp vibes
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pjchatters · 2 years
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The different clubs in ALSMP
The Short People Club: Scott, Lizzie, Jimmy
The Water Hurts Me Club: Oli, Joel, Mika
The Animal Club: Scott, Lizzie, Lauren
The Nocturnal Club: Lizzie, Shelby
The Nature Club: Katherine, Meghan nature wives 2.0
The Big and Strong Club: Joey, Seapeekay
The Flying Club: Sausage, Scott
The My Origin is Really Cool Club (based on personal opinion): Sausage, Fwhip, Katherine, Lizzie, Joey
Unclassified: Gem
Feel free to add more clubs in the replies!
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Mika!
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this design was a great excuse to use some really bright colors
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at7artblog · 2 years
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Mika from ALSMP.
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bookishspirit662 · 2 years
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is she sweet or sour? we may never know
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ghosted-jazz · 2 years
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guess who binged the owl house in 2 days and immediately made an au
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chip-in-a-bag · 2 years
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Who will she listen to the devils or the angels on her shoulder
I got this idea from a head cannon I saw on here if y'all know which creator did please tag them for me
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alsmp-headcanons · 2 years
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If Scott were to bite Mika he'd get a sugar rush.
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HUWHDIAHSHS WH AT
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kishdoodles · 2 years
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Could you try your hand at anyone from the Unholy Trinity in ALSMP? (Mika, Megan, or Shelby)
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(Left to right Meghan, Shelby (@shelbygraces), RIPmika)
I did all 3! Trying to vary overalls was.. a Thing! Notable things I like are shelby's hair and Mika's apron matching her origin <33
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imjustagayfish · 2 years
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Alsmp Hcs:
-Lauren had her wings cut off while protecting her children
-Joel is tall and seems really scary but then he sees Lizzie and just- “ohmygodshessotinyiahdkzugwjau”
-Jimmy is the youngest
-Oli and Shulk were childhood friends but Oli was treated more as a prince considering he was the child of the end-dragon
-Gem and fWhip fight a lot, mainly because he’s an illusioner and she’s a villager
-Lauren is low-key scared of Lizzie but Lizzie doesn’t understand why
-Shubble was stuck in a shadow realm for 500 years evolving into it overtime, all of her family is now dead
-Sausage sometimes picks up Lauren to make it seem like she’s flying again
-Callum and Scott are childhood friends
-Lizzie has tried to eat Mika before
-Scott and Jimmy’s dynamic is just- “Excuse me! He asked for NO pickles!”
-Same with Lizzie and Joel’s
-Katherine is part-feline which is why she had cat ears
-fWhip practically raised Lizzie, when she was a child he found her rummaging throw his trash and decided to take her in
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Water has different effects in different creatures
When it touches Oli, it burns him like, leaving a searing pain in his flesh and marks on his skin
When it touches Joel, his flames dim down, and while he feels no pain, he will get weaker the wetter he gets
Mika, on the other hand, just straight up melts. She scared the shit out of the others the first time they saw it
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pjchatters · 2 years
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Now that there’s a Small Gang Club, waiting for a Water Hurts Me Club/ Umbrella Club from Joel, Mika, and Oli
Gosh this is giving me flashbacks to the X-Life clubhouses
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