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kaylatullz · 1 year ago

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Full Name: Mikayla Anne Tully

Nicknames: Kayla

Pronouns and Gender: She/Her, Cis Female

Age: 33

Birth place: Aurora Bay

How long have they been in town?: 33 years

Sexuality: Bisexual

Housing: Ocean Crest Apartments

Occupation: Attendant @ Luxe Crystal Shop

@aurorabayaesthetic

THE LIFE IN BULLETPOINTS.

adopted & raised in aurora bay at a young age by two reiki masters - rock & andy tully - that traveled along the tri-state area for in-home treatments.

grew up wanting to become an actress by any means necessary and was prone to putting on shows for anyone who would watch, which got her into a ton of trouble as a kid - earning her a certified class clown title.

her adoptive parents were very much free spirited and encouraged mikayla to hone in on her creative side despite the trouble she got into at school. truthfully they didn't put much stock into her education, instead focused on allowing her to grow her social butterfly wings.

mikayla was always the first at the party and the last to leave. striking up a conversation with every person no matter where she was seemed to be her motive. all she ever wanted was to experience life and get to know every single person in it.

tw cancer: eventually andy was diagnosed with cancer when mikayla was 11 years old, causing a strain and struggle within the household. mikayla got worse with acting out. after a grueling year, andy was then given the ok-go with remission, which was a relief

around 13-15 is when mikayla started to write her own plays, acting in front of her home camera to record and send to studios that never got back to her.

goes to county college for a month as undecided and flunks out

thus began her constant rotation of jobs and getting fired/hired around aurora bay as a teen and well into her 20s. she was constantly seeking new opportunities with the intent on meeting new people.

tw death: unfortunately andy would pass when mikayla was just shy of her 20th birthday, leaving her in shambles.

for the next 13 years, she'd float around her hometown and get an apartment at ocean crest apartments once her father, rock, moved out of town - too reminded of his wife in the town they'd lived in. mikayla, on the other hand, refused to leave.

continuously getting in trouble with love, life, and the chaos surrounding her, mikayla anne tully has been frozen in time - and somehow has made it to her 30s.

she still wishes she could become an actress, but for now, she's working at luxe crystal shop in an attempt to feel closer to her tully family - finally embarking on a full-time job she actually believes in.

PERSONALITY.

+ convivial, loving, spontaneous

- fickle, flippant, gullible

BONUS ROUND.

karaoke enthusiast

has an assortment of wigs that take up two drawer-fulls at her apartment

does not understand what personal space means

has a habit of stealing people's food from their refrigerators

also has a klepto habit of taking trinkets from house parties

almost joined at least three (3) cults in her lifetime

wrote a one-act play when she was 13 for a competition called 'shitty mcshitface: the memoirs of a janitor' - did not place to win whatsoever

has tried to apply for a job at the aquarium every year so she can steal a penguin, has yet to hear back

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

rocky ramirez - cousin (npc)

edie tello - friend

baz howlett - ex-husband

blake michaels - new friend

angel rojas - acting gig victim

samuel kane - ocean crest neighbor

paxton brady - childhood best friend (former); awk enemy

amelia evans - coworker

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friendly.

hometown childhood friends / family friends / co-workers / former co-workers from any of her many jobs / ride or dies / pseudo-siblings / long-lost biological siblings / friends / party friends / theater friends / new friends / go-getter influences.

romantic

ex-flings / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / flirtationships

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / former friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence

#aurorabay.intro #tw death #tw cancer

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l-g-6-5 · 9 months ago

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my nickname is now ghost sim anon ( ´ ꒳ ` ) victoria is getting more content in the future though? that is exciting! i want to ask how you feel about other characters you have written then? alice immediately comes to mind, but also lilly/stella, riley, and luna. i have yet to read lilly's newest questline, yet i enjoy what you have done with their characters! same with the other two

Well, the content is more of a few ideas bouncing around the writing room that we reciprocated to a degree. We'll see. You won't get an answer until the update drops for Halloween.

I usually enjoy writing most of the NPCs I get assigned. Even if I didn't enjoy it at first, I always come around.

Alice is a great one. Writing the blissfully-unaware type is just silly fun. I ran a ton of ideas past the Devs to make sure I had the right vibes for her. I don't often write characters with no internal conflict (Cheshire's initial release, Mikayla, Uwu, Gran), but when I do, I try to have silly fun. Just a grand old time.

Riley is the main reason I hopped into the fandom. I felt like there was HUGE angst and lore potential with her and I was so happy to get the opportunity to write her twice. This idea extends to Arc 2 NPCs I wrote (Rose, Ella, Hikari), to a lesser extent.

Luna had such a serious amd no-nonsense persona before I got her. She had a lot of lore beforehand, which Riley never had. It was hard to make her a relatable character and it took a while to see where I would go with her. Honestly, the fact Arc 1 ended was a huge push for her characterization.

Stella, Lilly, and Head Elf were easier to write because they didn't have a lot of lore at first, which is typical of seasonal NPCs. That gave me the chance to expand them in the first place. The characterization gives the one-off characters depth. I am also super proud of the reference to the ice skates Green Elf loses in Head Elf's dialogue.

Victoria is one of my favorites solely because they let me go wild. She is the only other questline that doesn't end happily (First being Riley's initial appearance). It ends in a whimper and not a bang. I got away with one real raunchy joke. She is one of my favorites, for sure. I am excited to see of we even go anywhere with the story.

#lg answers #ghost simulator #ghost sim anon

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korra-sandoval-aguilar · 4 years ago

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Send a “🙌” and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

Meet Pablo Aguilar, a 48-year-old lawyer -

Pablo came to Korra’s life when she was about 14 years old. She was vaguely aware that her mother dated him before but once Korra’s father was out of the picture, Fernanda gradually introduced him into her daughter’s life. Pablo is a straight cut person, raised as a single child in Huston and moved to Florida with work opportunity he had built himself steady life by the time he met Fernanda. He felt attracted to her cheerful outlook on life and fierce spirit. Pablo knew about Korra from the beginning of his and Fernanda’s relationship and patiently waited for when Fernanda felt it right to introduce him to Korra. She in turns liked him because she knew he made her mom happy, and especially after the fiasco with her father the house could use a little happiness. Pablo followed the two to Atlanta when they eventually moved and had the lovely Paloma, Korra’s half-sister with Fernanda. Korra grew to love Pablo as he was the positive fatherly figure through her late teens and once her sister was born started calling him ‘dad’. To this day they have a very father/daughter relationship.

FC Benjamin Bratt

#ask meme #answered #npc #mikayla-tilly

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normallyxstrange · 6 years ago

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30 Days of Writing – April 2019 – One Word Prompts

Day 25: “Broken”

feat. Jamie

2005

Jamie stood back, hovering in the door frame. He couldn't bring himself to cross the threshold into the kitchen. Kay stood at the microwave, leaning forward against the counter. The machine whirred, spinning the bowl of soup around and around.

She looked... bad. Broken. Her hair, which she'd cut short earlier that year, hung limp against her forehead and the back of her neck. She'd lost so much weight in such a short amount of time that she looked almost like a living skeleton. Her t-shirt and jean shorts were baggie and hung off her thin frame. The dark circles around her dispirited eyes only made her look even more gaunt and hollow.

The woman before him didn't seem like his sister any more and that terrified him. His breath caught. His vision went hazy.

The cancer was taking her much faster than he could stand.

Never mind that he was here to help her. Never mind that her daughter, his niece was just in the other room waiting for him. Never mind that they were counting on him.

He couldn't do this.

Weight crushed his chest, making his heart hurt. It pumped harder and faster, kicking violently against his ribs. He was sure Kay could hear it, could hear him breathing heavily, frozen in the middle of the doorway, but she hadn't noticed him yet.

He couldn't do this.

It was all happening so fast. Everything was falling apart and it hit him all at once. He didn't remember leaving the apartment, or how he got downstairs, not until the cool autumn air hit him in the face.

Fuck, he couldn't do this.

#30 days of writing #short fiction #original fiction #.jamie.#mikayla (npc)#jamie & kay (npc)#the new ashton chronicles #short fiction; jamie #long post; short fiction

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trustmeimawitch · 7 years ago

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Home Sweet Fucking Home; backstory drabble (Aaron) one-shot

A/N: various triggers are contained within this drabble so read at your own discretion.

Thank you.

2005

Aaron got the call Thursday night, just twenty minutes before midnight, before he was due to meet a demon about shipment of magical artifacts. He canceled the meeting, caught the next flight out of Las Vegas without offering a single apology. Twelve hours later, he was home.

Or, what used to be his home.

New Ashton hadn't changed much. The city was still the same shithole it always was, cleverly disguised as an ambiguous sort of place, a geographical impossibility, a place where magical and supernatural shit was the norm. The place where he'd grown up, where they'd all grown up, wasn't a very forgiving place, even for those supernaturally inclined.

The years might've gone by, but the memories hadn't. At least some things had changed. Kay no longer lived at home. She had her own place, an apartment in a shitty little neighborhood, but it was as far across the city from their mother as could get. That seemed to work well for her, but Aaron had gone all the way across the country and that still didn't seem like far enough for him.

The other side of the world probably wouldn't be enough.

There was no way he would've come back if it wasn't for a good reason. The last time had been when Kay gave birth to CJ. And this time it was once again because of his half-sister, though the occasion this time wasn't joyous.

Despair tightened in the bottom of his stomach, coiled into a knot that wouldn't loosen. Barely past noon and he already wanted the day to end—fair enough, given he'd been awake for almost twenty-four hours now and sleep was no doubt too far away.

He took a bus from the airport to the bus station just outside the city limits, then he walked the rest of the way. As tired as he was, he couldn't sit still for a minute longer. The walking gave him something to do, gave him the opportunity to think, to smoke cigarette after cigarette, and soak in the midday sun that bore down on broad shoulders.

She was sick, she'd said. And she sounded like it too. She sounded god-awful tired, like every ounce of energy was being sucked out of her and it was a struggle for her to keep her head high. She wouldn't tell him what, so Aaron could only assume it was worse than a cold or the flu. She wouldn't be calling him if it was something like that. Kay had always been the one to get sick, and very sick at that, when they were kids. He and Jamie were demigods. Their blood, their lineage, it protected them from illnesses. Kay wasn't like them. All human. And get sick she did. Often. It wasn't a surprise to hear it now, but it still took his breath away.

She wouldn't have called him if it wasn't bad. The lack of details worried him, and he knew his sister didn't want to talk over the phone. He didn't have a choice but to come. If he hadn't—well, Aaron was enough of an asshole as it was. When it came to Kay, it was different. He wouldn't abandon her again, not when she so clearly wanted him there.

Her street wasn't very busy for an afternoon, and he made it up the steps to her apartment without anyone stopping him on the sidewalk, without being stopped—he almost wanted to be stopped. Delay the inevitable. Hold on to the few precious seconds he had before everything went to shit.

But there was no way to do that. As much as he hoped, Aaron had always been practical. Wishing, delaying—none of it was particularly helpful. A waste of time, a waste of energy. He composed himself before he rang the doorbell, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and resisting the urge to immediately light up a cigarette to calm his nerves.

He noticed it immediately when she opened the door. She looked thinner than the last time he saw her. Three years ago, thereabouts, when she and CJ had made the trip out to Vegas to stay with him for a week. She looked drawn, gaunt. The hollows of her eyes were dark, making the blue-green of them stand out—but even they seemed dulled. Kay's hair was shorter too, chopped off just below her ears.

She said nothing when she saw him there, immediately pulling him into a hug, face pressed against his chest. Her fists bunched into the fabric of his leather jacket, and she didn't let go even when he enfolded his warm arms around her. For a few seconds, there was nothing at all wrong. Everything was fine. Aaron was there and she was safe and warm. The world was right.

That all faded when reality snapped back. She relaxed her hands and closed her eyes. Tears wanted to fall but years of practice kept her from shedding them. Even so, she ended the hug long before she was ready, and feebly swiped at her eyes anyway.

And then her fist hit his chest, walloping him with all the strength she had—which, given the circumstances, wasn't much. “You could pick up the goddamn phone once in a while.”

The blow didn't do anything to him, but Aaron staggered back in the doorway anyway. A wry smile pulled at his face. He didn't have any good excuses for having not called her, or for why he didn't pick up whenever she did. He wanted to avoid anything to do with his family, to avoid the guilt of having left them behind. Avoiding it wasn't helpful in any sense, but it kept it out of the forefront of his mind, and that was good enough. He almost hadn't answered her call Thursday, but he had.

“I made an effort.”

“Not a strong one.”

“Fucking sue me.”

That earned a faint smile from her. Kay waved him into the door and shut it behind him. The locks slid back into place, but she took her time doing it, to gather her thoughts. A part of her hadn't expected him to come. She'd been fully prepared for his refusal, but Aaron was here now.

It was time to face the facts. This wasn't going to be easy. “You fly in?” She filled the silence with small talk as she walked the short distance to her kitchen, grabbing for an ashtray. Aaron had a cigarette out and lit before she even had it on the coffee table. “Of course you did. How else did you get here so fast?” But there were other ways, favors from demons or witches who could travel a large distance in a blink, but Kay dismissed that with a shake of her head.

Aaron didn't say anything, just watched his sister. She moved slowly, like she was in pain, everything she did was deliberate and careful from the way she sat down, to how she folded her arms over her chest when she leaned back, to how her fingers traced the burn scars on her upper arm—a remnant left over from childhood and his literally explosive outbursts. He took a long draw on the cigarette before he passed it to her. “Where's CJ?” he asked, expecting the kid to run out from one of the other rooms like a bat out of hell, but the place was silent. “She's what? Eight now or some shit?”

“Yeah, or some shit.” Her smile was thin but she took the cigarette and inhaled on it, letting the smoke join Aaron's a second later. “Amber's at school.” She put emphasis on her daughter's real name. Aaron always insisted on the nickname, as did Jamie. It was going to stick, Kay was sure of it, and that would lead to a fun discussion of how it stood for Cujo Junior and just why her brother thought it was funny to have nicknamed the bitey toddler after a fictional rabid dog. “It's Friday. She won't be home until three. Sorry.” It wasn't important though, not right now. Her daughter's absence gave her time to talk with Aaron alone.

“It's alright. I'll see her then.” What was a couple of hours compared to a few years? And CJ wasn't the reason he was here anyway. It was for Kay, and whatever it was she had to say. There was no sense in keeping up with the small talk—it had never suited them anyway. They'd never been one for mincing words anyway, not when it came to getting down to the important things.

Kay pressed her lips together, looking down at the cigarette between her fingers. Her hand shook as she brought it up for another drag. She passed it back to him and exhaled the smoke in a heavy sigh. “I'm dying.”

Silence. Aaron watched the smoke curl from the end of the cigarette, watched it go up toward the ceiling, where it vanished into nothing. He swallowed hard, kept his eyes trained there.

She watched him, waited for a response, waited to see how badly this would affect his control. The air was warm, but no warmer than it usually was within his or Jamie's presence. Her heart thudded loudly, a boom-boom boom-boom in her ears that drowned out all other sound. She realized she was holding her breath and she exhaled, tasting the tobacco and tar that lingered on her lips and tongue.

Finally, he moved, dropping his gaze from the ceiling and focusing ahead of him. “Shit.”

“I was diagnosed a while back. It's cancer. I--” Kay cut herself off, shifted some in her seat to better face him. “I was taking treatments but the doctor said that they're not working—”

“No.”

“--he says there's not a lot of time.” She ignored his protest. When he started to rise from her couch, she grabbed his wrist, even though his skin was hot to the touch. “You're not going to walk away, and you're not going to burn any of my shit, okay?” She spoke firmly, jaw set, eyes suddenly bright with intensity. “You're not walking the fuck away from me now. Do you understand?”

Her grip was tight on him, tighter than he expected. Instinct had him wanting to pull away, but when he heard the desperate plea in her voice, the vehemence within her look, he sat back down. This wasn't happening, he tried to tell himself, she couldn't be dying. She was only twenty-nine. Too young to die, too young for any of this shit.

“Do you understand?” she repeated. There were tears in her eyes now, glistening but unshed. Her composure had been tentative at best, and it was now crumbling apart. She had wanted to be strong for this, but she wasn't. “Jamie can't help me. Jamie's—he's on the brink of losing his own shit.” She didn't need to explain to him how much she relied on Jamie's help. They had always been close, had always supported each other. His young brother had always had his own problems, and it was clear that they were getting in the way of looking out for Kay, looking out for their niece. “I can't rely on him. I can't put that pressure on him. I don't know what to do, Aaron. I'm running out of people I can call on. I can't—Mason's out of the fucking question. And there's no way in hell I'm getting Mom involved. It's us, right?” She looked up at him. “It's always been us. The three of us against the fucking world, right?”

But I left. I left you and Jamie and I swore I was done. I couldn't face it. I couldn't fucking face myself. I can't do this. The words ran through his head, but he couldn't voice them. For once, he was speechless, trying to make sense of everything she had said. He had to understand it, process it. It was worse than being smacked in the gut. “Fuck.”

What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? His anger was palpable, leaving a heavy aura in the room. The heat was steadily climbing, but Kay didn't let go of him. “I don't want this,” he heard himself murmur, his voice low.

“No one wants this.” Her voice was quiet too. Her fingers eased away from his wrist, drawing across her face. She pushed away the tears that had fallen. “I can't do it alone. I don't know what to do after—when I--” Her breath came out shaky. Fingers combed through her hair, gripping it for a moment before she dropped it. She had calmed down some, resigned to the fact life had handed them all shitty cards and that there wasn't much they could do about it. “We need you, Aaron. That's all there is to it. We need you.”

The cigarette between his fingers had burned down and Aaron leaned forward automatically to crush it out. Without thinking, he had another one from the pack, blazing before it came to his lips. He took one long drag, then another. The nicotine did nothing for his nerves, nothing to soothe his mind so he could think.

For once in his life, he realized, he could do the right thing. It wasn't what he'd pictured with his life, and it was a blow he hadn't quite processed completely yet, but there were some things he knew with certainty—if Kay needed him, if CJ needed him, if Jamie needed him, there was no way Aaron could turn his back on them now.

There was a lump in his throat that made swallowing difficult. It was going to take time to come to terms with it. It would take time for him to understand, to figure out what to do, but time might not be on their side. He had to do this like he did everything else—headfirst, little hesitation.

He let the cigarette drop into the ashtray before he turned to Kay. Her eyes were fixed on her hands now, where she pulled at her fingers. When he took her hands, she stilled them. One look at his face, and she understood his new resolve. She tried to smile, but if failed. When her tears came, she didn't try to stop them and neither did Aaron. He put his arms around her, drew her close, let her cry. It was what she needed right then, and he gave that to her. There was very little question now what he wouldn't do for his family.

A weight lifted from her when she sank again into his arms. Her troubles were far from over, but the burden had now shifted. Aaron was going to help her, help them. The certainty of that was all it took to ease her mind and soul. She could rest now, for the first time in months.

When she withdrew from the embrace this time, she murmured her apologies for having cried into his t-shirt, but Aaron didn't seem to notice the wetness or care that it stung his skin. He just shrugged, picked up the remainder of his cigarette, and got right down to it. “Guess I'm gonna have to find a fucking place to live. Get a fucking job. Shit. I'm gonna have to go legit, ain't I?”

Kay's chuckle was humorless. “Looks like.”

“Home sweet fucking home.”

#drabble #.Aaron.#headcanons #Mikayla (NPC)#Aarondrabble #aaron's headcanons #long post #long post tw #c; Mikayla (NPC)

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rosedwar-blog · 7 years ago

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npcs. i’ll add to this as i think of more, but basically, these are people that play/have played an important role in mikayla’s life. some are open for mutuals to write if they want, as long as they don’t say otherwise.

ivan desousa. mikayla’s grandfather. son of mars. deceased. ivan spent a good portion of his life in camp jupiter, arriving there at the age of seven (this would have been in 1948). he was a centurion of the first cohort from ages fifteen to twenty, when he retired his position in favor of finally attending college in new rome instead. it was at age twenty-five when he decided to find life outside of new rome, building a small business (haven’t decided what yet) and eventually meeting his future wife, having kids (mikayla’s father, antonio, and aunt, who she never met). mikayla’s father never knew about the gods, despite having a child with one, and so mikayla doesn’t know that her grandfather was a demigod, either. i plan for her to eventually find out one day when visiting camp jupiter, when seeing a picture of him or something. anyway, he was a good guy. treated mikayla well during the first few years of her life, though she remembers almost none of it, but died in a monster attack that was staged as a car crash at the age of 56, along with mikayla’s grandmother. not open to write, because i’m... not going to write mikayla as a toddler asjdflk.

antonio desousa. he makes me uncomfortable, so i’ll make this quick. mikayla’s father. unfortunately still alive. he was in the military for a few years, which is where he met aphrodite, who took the form of a nurse. he was a decent guy at one point, even though he was kind of annoyingly in love with himself because of his attractive appearance, but nobody cares, because he turned into a horrible, abusive person after he was caught in an explosion that permanently scarred his face. treated mikayla like shit for fourteen years of her life, until she finally ran away, never to return. this is unknown to her, but he’s married now, with a one year old baby. he never really bothered looking for her. he’s going to die when mikayla is twenty, from alcohol poisoning. it’s what he deserves. not open to write, because i refuse to explicitly write out her abuse, so no thanks.

parker alden. daughter of athena. nineteen. mikayla’s future girlfriend. her father dropped her off at her aunt’s house when she was a baby, only to run off, so her aunt’s the only parental figure she’s ever had. she’s been at camp for about four years now, arriving just a year or so before the first titan war, unfortunately for her. she’s a lesbian, closeted, though she’s closeted because she doesn’t want others’ perception of her to change. she isn’t ashamed of it, the way mikayla currently is. she’s smart and good at fighting, which is a given considering her mother. she and mikayla are... kind of rivals because of their fighting skills, though they’re definitely not enemies. they wouldn’t call themselves friends, because parker thinks mikayla’s stuck up, and mikayla thinks parker’s a buzzkill, but they actually work really well together when they’re paired up for camp activities, even if they argue occasionally. they taunt each other, but not in a genuinely mean way, because i don’t fuck with borderline abusive ships, but they will call each other out on their shit (usually, parker calling out mikayla, because parker’s morals are... better). they claim not to even like each other, but there’s an underlying tension between them that they both ignore, for multiple reasons. eventually, they’ll get closer on a quest together, and end up dating once they’re out, but for now, they’re just idiots with crushes that they refuse to admit.

to be added once i think of names/more info, unless someone wants to do it themselves:

the satyr that found mikayla years ago. they’re friends.

a kid that went to school with mikayla their entire life (prior to her running away) that ends up at camp jupiter just shortly after she runs away. haven’t decided his parent yet.

more aphrodite kids.

#i thought of a lot of thinks for parker but the second i went to actually write about her i blanked.#› LSBN.#› NPCS.#› important.#her dad can die but #for a rly long time i was so unsure how mikayla would find out about being related to mars #the answer... was so simple the entire time...#she doesn't know yet though :/

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draconicroyalty · 7 years ago

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Mikayla vs Catheryn, at some point in time, probably

Catheryn: *yawns*

Mikayla: we didn't even start fighting! what, is being pretty tiring?

Catheryn: *tired smirk* if that was possible, you'd be exhausted

Mikayla: *blushes furiously*

#Mikayla: *is literally summoned to kill Catheryn*#also Mikayla: we're gonna flirt tho #never said Mikayla liked to hunt down Cathy #she's just doing what the pact tells her lmao #draconic shenanigans #NPC; Mikayla

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museswithinx · 4 years ago

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There was much to review from the testing that he would tackle once the kids had gone to bed, but first, Quinn had something more important to tell his daughter. Gathering his family, Kolby, and all their significant others, he had everyone sit in the living room before dinner. "Mikayla," he began, as Sawyer took her hand and squeezed it tight. "I didn't forget that you wanted to find a little kindness in your biological family, and I think we got an answer to that prayer."

Looking to where Valerie sat on the other side of his wife across from the kids, he invited her to share the truth. "Do you want to tell them?"

After cheer practice, Mikayla headed back home with Kolby and Hannah. She wasn’t sure what the special occasion was, but it apparently warranted some extra guests at their dinner table tonight. She quite liked that, it was a nice change from ghost drama.

Dad had everyone gather in the living room before dinner, including the newcomer she was curious about. She didn’t get to ask before Sawyer took her hand and she looked to Dad as he brought up something that she’d mentioned a long time ago. She’d never known any biological family on either parents side, except for Kolby.

As he suddenly shifts his gaze to the newcomer, she thought she already knew by the red hair alone.

“Sure,” Valerie agreed as she looked between Mikayla and Kolby with a smile. The family resemblance was there, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t known about them all this time. “My name is Valerie Novak, or Val if you prefer the shorter version. Alissa Novak, who is Rose’s older sister, is my mother. That makes us cousins.”

“Wait. Are you serious?” Mikayla questions as she looks to Dad to either confirm or deny that. His look said it all though. “Holy crap! She never talked about our family ever. She always got angry at me for even bringing it up, made you all out to be the devil. So I just thought that side was all bad too.”

“No. Our family tried to get Rose help for a long time, but she didn’t want it. She also really hated my mother for some reason, so she cut off all contact. If we’d known she ended up having kids, we’d have made the effort a lot sooner to get to know you.”

Mikayla took a breath trying to rein in the emotion. She’d gotten the same way when she first learned she had a half-brother this whole time too. “I have so many questions.”

“I’m happy to answer any you have. I’ll be here for a few hours.”

While Kolby stepped forward to get some time with Val, Mikayla looks to her Dad with teary eyes, knowing he’d always been. “Thank you.”

#ofstrengthisms #( mikayla lockwood rolland ; )#( npc ; valerie novak )#( mikayla & valerie tag ; )#( mikayla & quinn tag ; )#( kolby & valerie tag ; )#( valerie & quinn tag ; )#//excuse me while i fucking die over this thx

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theperennialflower · 4 years ago

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Some Apex Tulip Dialogue Ideas I have

(If you guys would like me too extend more on these or start an rp off it, just tell me which one through my inbox)

1: “Oh Hey! I’m Tulip, I build (but mainly rebuild) stuff for The Apex.”

2: “Grace and Simon? Look I respect my leaders and all, but i’d be lying if I said they weren’t ever a pain in the ass... Don’t tell them that though, i’d never hear the end of it.”

3: “I’m a proud third highest number, thank you very much.”

4: “You broke your harpoon pack again?! That’s the third time this week!”

5: “I don’t know how long i’v been apart of the Apex for, let alone been on the train.”

6: “What I think about OneOne? In all honesty, I think our two ‘great’ leaders are blowing this way out of proportion. I think OneOne wouldn’t need or want too hurt anybody, regardless if he’s the true conductor or not... I don’t want too talk about this anymore.”

7: “WHICH ONE OF YOU TAUGHT GRACE AND SIMON INTERNET SLANG?!”

8: “I-Is that an onion? Haven’t seen one since before the train .”

9: “Mikayla, is that you?”

10: “I only go on raids too scavenge and loot for material, destroying stuff is not really my thing.”

11: “I see nulls as NPCs, I won’t do anything too them as long as they don’t do anything too me.”

12: “The Cat? Oh she’s a con-artist, stay away from that creep. Though I would like too look at that shuttlecraft again..”

13: “Woow Simon, Your book is...Really something special.”

14: “Grace, can you give back my glasses? I literally cannot give my daily opinion on how you look without them on.”

15: “They’ve been gone for a week.. Where are those two creeps?”

16: “Good guys poppin bad guys 34 is now in production!”

17: “Dude, the fact that Grace hasn’t noticed your stupidly obvious crush should be a miracle.”

18: “Oh yeah, Grace and Simon run this circus. Go talk too them about it.”

#infinity train #Apex! Tulip #Dialogue prompts #Tulip Olsen #Infinity train AU #A bunch of these are probably really out of character #rp prompt

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oots-digitalmedia · 3 years ago

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Queer Rep in Strings of Fate

Title: Strings of Fate

Status: Ongoing

Cast: Mikayla, Michelle, Chris, Christian

Queer Creators: Yes

Accessibility: Content warnings in episode descriptions, no transcripts available.

Summary: Daring swordfights suspended over the Astral Sea, vulnerable exchanges illuminated by candlelight, heated shootouts in ghost town saloons: If you've come for a story, chances are, we've got a tale that will whet your appetite! We are the Strings of Fate, a DnD 5th Edition, Actual Play podcast! We are dedicated to telling inclusive stories and weaving character narratives that defy the traditions of the game.

Tags: pansexual PC, demiromantic, demisexual and gay PC, LGBTQ+ but labelless PC, mlm NPC, pansexual NPC, lesbian NPC

More details and/or spoilers under the break.

Check out our other queer podcast recommendations here.

ID tags: Azzurum Esen-Carr (PC): pansexual, Vincent Obra (PC), demiromantic, demisexual and gay, Lidara Mormaer (PC): mspec and not using a label, Davil Starsong (NPC): mlm, Renaer Neverember (NPC): pansexual, Bonnie O'Donogan (NPC): lesbian,

Details and/or Spoilers: Azzurum and Davil are dating. Vincent and Renaer are dating. Lidara does not have a label for her sexuality, but is attracted to everyone

#queerdigitalmedia #queerpodcast #queerpodcastrecommendations #queerpodcastrecommendation #queeractualplay #oots-digitalmedia #ootsdigitalmedia #oots #strings of fate #strings of fate podcast #dnd

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waywardsignnsa · 6 years ago

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mun prompt || accepting

3. face claims that you are dying to use

MOTHER FUCKING HENRY GOLDING. God damn every time I see that man on screen or anywhere else I have the biggest fucking desire to make just one more muse BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’D DO WITH HIM YET RIP

19. your favorite non-playable character

Alex’s sister, Ella!!!! She’s honestly so damn cute and she loves her brother and her family so much and while yes, she’s limited to a wheel chair now, she still has such a huge personality and wonderful outlook on life. She’s far more likely to purposefully run into you with her wheelchair for trying to pamper and cater to her, than to just sit back and let everybody do everything for her.

20. your first rp character

Mikayla! She was on my blog for the longest time, and while I still do mention her a lot and while she isn’t exactly NPC status, she definitely isn’t loud enough for me to hear to properly write her anymore. Which is really sad tbh, because I’ve always loved Mickey, and tbh there will still be times I write her if she’s specifically requested by the people that know her and whatnot (or the two that have ships with her). Regardless, I’ve had her around for ... fuck ... 11-12 years now.

#answered #hcppiier

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waywardsignns-a · 6 years ago

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get to know Jess a lil || accepting{ ⊿ } —- talk about your favorite character!

>:c why would you do this to me Lee? Why would you make me choose between my characters like this? But ... tbh the ones that know me probably won’t be surprised by my answer. Emma and Aubrey are definitely on my top of my list of my favorite characters ... they compete for most fave for sure and all the rest compete for second lol. But with Emma she’s just ???? To me she’s like an actual person from time to time, because I’ve said it before, but Emma was never meant to be anything more than just a NPC in Mikayla’s life, and she became this complicated character with all these intricate emotions and parts about her life that made itself known. When I say I didn’t plan a single thing about Emma’s life, I’m not even joking. I didn’t plan on her being an alcoholic, I didn’t plan on her home life to be the way it was, I didn’t plan on her to be somebody so headstrong ... she made herself into who she is, and that never ceases to amaze me.

I love Aubrey because ... she’s a lot like her mother but far more subtle in a lot of ways. She’s stubborn, without a doubt, but she’s far more openly compassionate than Emma is, and the way she sees the world is honestly so inspiring to me? She’s fully aware of the dark and the bad in the world, aware that there is true evil... but still she chooses to see the best in it all, to see the world in some sort of hyper HD vision and she’s just ... far more complex than somebody might think she could be.

#answered #hcppiier #nov 18

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tcatmika · 3 years ago

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I don’t trust anyone because everything I was ever taught turned out to be a lie. I don’t like myself because of the guilt of benefiting from exploitative systems created by my ancestors. I’m trans. I’m real. I’m lonely. I think capitalism is likely the cause but ultimately just the urge to exploit and ultimately just the belief that power justifies exploitation or if one has the potential to exploit others awareness of that capability plays no inhibitory function. This is in line with natural selection evolution and extinction. It’s natural. But I hate it. And in that sense it’s dysgenic. Because I have not reproduced and I’m sickly not thriving. And In a healthier system perhaps I would have. Environment is everything. It dictates the perspectives, conclusions, priorities, entire identity. And it’s just random and non consensual. And environment and natural selection is everything, power oppression is natural, full circle back to self guilt of benefiting from exploitative institutions and belief systems and everything. I feel like a powerless victim and as I’m begrudgingly living a non consensual reality. I’m an anti Natalist by choice anyways? Or deterministically reached that feeling because of the dysgenic self destructive society I’m in. The thoughts are always circle. Spinning rotating orbiting draining tethered together connected all

I don’t know that there is any real me. And whatever me there is, is only environmental chance manifestation a passive response to stimuli. Lacking authenticity. No. Lacking self awareness. Lacking consent. I don’t consent to this. Lately I’m fascinated by circles. And repetition. And spinning and orbiting. And the invisible that binds together. The vibrations in string theory. Reincarnation. How everything repeats. Everything. This very writing. These momentary thoughts. Non consensual cyclical repeating lack of self awareness artificially created passive responder to outside stimuli not self assertive. I’m an NPC. Cliche. Repetition. The same feelings over and over beget the same thoughts over and over. Where exactly is Mikayla? Freedom would mean, breaking free? Violently breaking the cycle of repeating? Or is that part of the cycle I haven’t experienced once yet? Is there any such thing as new action? Cynicism. Or abstaining? Quitting? Willful confrontation? Be willful abstention. Are they equally self assertive? No. They’re response stimuli to environment. Exploitation by nature is dysgenic every time. Of the oppressed, only the strong will survive, until enough generations nature has treated enough spins circles rotations orbits repetitions. Societies are cyclical. Up and down. I feel so close. The circle is key. Everything is connected somehow.

I imagine these thoughts may empower me, ie feed my delusions. Oh goody. Yum. My power grows.

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