She was tired a lot, as if she was living not one life but two: her own, and another, shadowy life that hovered around her and would not let itself be realized—
– Margaret Atwood, from “Death by Landscape,” Wilderness Tips: Stories (Anchor Books, 1998)
Hunter Schafer | IMDb Portrait Studio at The 2025 Independent Spirit Awards in Santa Monica, California | February 22, 2025
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
“ and what if it is? ” raises a testing eyebrow as indigo carries their latest delivery to be alphabetised. “ where is your whimsy, ozzy? your imagination? your sense of fun? ” she teases the man who holds the title of her first love, syllables falling so smoothly from her tongue it’s hard to imagine that title is prefaced with ‘ex’. and how he got that title is simple enough, a relationship in their early twenties that burned too bright and moved too fast, over before it had ever really started. she had fallen hard for sweet nothings, not realising the butterflies in her belly were really piranhas and his words were scooped lazily from a basket of catchphrases, a string located in his back to be pulled for flattery. ( luckily, she’s not one to hold a grudge - time heals all wounds etc. ) “ did you know she was told by doctors she’d never sing again? and look at her now! girls really do just wanna have fun… i completely understand where she’s coming from. we’re simpatico. ”
who : @hctbxed where : scratch that records when : monday , closing shift
" who's been in control of the jukebox ?? " ozzy asks the room in a light-hearted , yet somewhat accusatory tone ; but speaking to seemingly nobody in particular on his way out from the staff room to over to the cash registers . he likes cyndi lauper's chart hits as much as the next person , but he doesn't need to listen to a full album of her . when indigo pops up from behind a stack of boxes ( newly delivered stock , hot off the presses ) he almost jumps out of his skin . he wasn't expecting to see her today — could've sworn her name wasn't on the shift rota , but he did have a habit of forgetting things . he feels a little awkward in the presence of his ex-girlfriend , but clears his throat and tries to act like he would with any of his other coworkers . " it's not you , is it ?? i can get down to some of the super mainstream stuff , but this is getting a little old pretty fast ... "
“I am at one with a sea of sensations, glitter, silk, skin, eyes, mouths, desire.”
— Anaïs Nin (via blackshivers)