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Do they have a favourite tik tok or vine sound?

Mia has never really had a chance to do normal teen things like have a tik tok account. However she was captivated by a girl that joined her symphony who placed the violin. She was wildly impressed even if her favourite sound in the world is still the piano.

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UNUSUAL CHARACTER QUESTIONS!

What percentage does your muse start charging their phone at? 

Do they drive? What kind of car do they have?

What difficulty mode does your muse play video games on?

What’s their go-to drunk / high snack?

How many pillows and blankets do they sleep with?

What the majority of their camera roll ( pets, selfies, screenshots, memes, food )?

What’s their texting style like?

If your muse is pretty chill, what’s something they’re weirdly high-strung about?

If your muse is pretty high-strung, what’s something they’re weirdly chill about?

Do they prefer to write with pen or pencil, or something else?

What’s their Sims play style?

What’s that one story their parents always tell about their childhood?

If there’s a tornado warning, do they get to safety or do they go stand on the porch?

How often do they do their laundry?

If they had to have a side hustle, what would it be?

Do they still have a baby blanket or childhood stuffed animal?

How does your muse think they’ll die?

Does your muse dream at night? What about and do they remember?

How often do they actually think about texting their ex?

Have they ever gotten in trouble at work? What was the reason?

Do they have a favorite vine or tiktok sound?

If they could pick a superpower, which one would they pick?

What’s scarier to them: the ocean or space?

What does your muse call pill bugs ( roly polies, potato bugs, doodle bugs, etc ).

Are they allergic to anything? If so, do they still eat it / keep it around?

What do they call their grandparents?

Do they like ice in their drinks? Crushed or cubed?

How often to they wash their hair?

What is their preferred streaming service?

Could they eat a person if they would starve to death otherwise?

They get three wishes –– what are they? All typical rules apply.

What’s a weird food combo your muse swears by?

What is something they wish they could do appearance-wise but don’t have the confidence or ability to ( piercings, haircut, clothing style, etc )?

If they have pets, which one is their favorite?

What’s their favorite form of media to consume?

Do they crack their knuckles?

Have they been diagnosed with any diseases / illnesses?

How old is your muse and how much younger and older are they willing to date?

How do they eat oreos?

What’s a show everyone’s seen but they haven’t yet?

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"Summer," she whispered as she looked up to see her sister standing there. Just standing there, alive. For a moment she wondered if she had lost her mine, but Mia knew that her mind couldn't be that cruel as to make her see her dead sister. But she also knew that her sister was dead. Or had been dead. She still recalled the phone call from her parents to tell her the news and how it broke her heart. "How?" She asked as the tears appeared in her eyes, looking at the other. "How are you here?"

Summer's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar voice – it was her sister. Looking up, she saw Mia, her long-lost sister. They used to be so close, and Summer couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia at the sight of her.

She knew exactly which house Mia was looking for and wondered how her sister would react if she offered to help. Quietly stepping up behind Mia, Summer gently tapped her shoulder, hoping to catch her attention.

"I-I can do you one better and take you there," she said with a simple shrug, attempting to bridge the gap that had grown between them. Seeing her sister again left Summer feeling unsure of how to act, but deep down, she was overjoyed to have bumped into her.

It was a reminder of the bond they once shared, and it brought a sense of vitality back into Summer's life. She knew, without a doubt, that she had missed her sister dearly.

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"Right, sure," Mia said as she looked over to see if she could also see the rat. Though honestly she wasn't really sure she wanted too. "Well probably best you don't find it," she said with a small laugh. "Not like it's going to be a rat like Remy from Ratatouille."

“yeah..yeah, I’m okay.” blossom spoke, snapping back fully into reality. eyes turning to look at the other. “just got a little spooked..saw something in the distant but must’ve been a rat or something.”

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"I don't know if it's anything like piano, but sometimes your mood really messages you up," she said. "Once I had a crush on this boy from my symphony and totally kept messing up my keys any time he looked over at me," she said without thinking. "Yeah, I probably will be," she admitted. "My parents live here now and I might have just quit my job and run away from the city I lived in," she joked weakly, even though all the words were true.

"Struggling is definitely one way to put it," Kaya said. Most of the time, creating art calmed her, made her mind a zen place to exist. With the recent goings-on in the city, however, her art and her brain were both completely scattered. "Thanks. Oh, the piano. That's lovely." Kaya gave the girl a once over. She wasn't familiar and Kaya knew almost everyone in her circle of friends and family. "Well, I hope you enjoy the city. There's a lot to see, so hopefully you'll be here a while."

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"I don't really have anyone to go with," she said when the other told her not to go along. Though she didn't like the words... with everyone going on. Not that she knew what that was. "It's okay," she said. "I can walk myself if you have something else you need to be doing."

mau knew it was risky, walking around the streets when there was a murderer on the loose, yet she needed to get out. she needed to feel the night sore against her skin and to smell the scent of late night nola. hearing the other speak, she stopped and looked at the map, “yeah, you’ll need to go down here for about two blocks and then turn right.” She remarked, looking at the other. “although I wouldn’t go alone..not with everything going on. i could walk you there.”

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☆ﾟ.*・ ◞ lulu antariksa / female / half indonesian half white / she/her ——— is that miranda (mia) salvatore on bourbon street ? the 23 year old witch who stays in the french quarter ? i heard their adopted parents are damon salvatore and elena gilbert. . they are notoriously known for being impressive and commanding but also mysterious and scared . which is probably why they are considered the princess around town.  i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough

Mia's life had a complicated start. She was born to a very young girl, not ready to be a mother. A girl that denied she was even pregnant for a very long time until she turned up at Whitmore College Hospital in labor. That was the first time Elena laid eyes on her future daughter, when this young girl gave birth and said that she couldn't be a mother, that she wanted to give the baby up for adoption.

For Elena and Damon it felt like fate, as they had been in the hospital that day giving birth to their own daughter. And they decided to adopt Mia, naming her something special; after Elena's mother and Damon's lost friend; Miranda Rose Salvatore. She wasn't a perfect baby, almost like she knew that someone already had given up on her. But Damon and Elena loved her and she soon grew up happy and health.

At 9 years old, Mia's childhood love for the piano was spotted by professionals. By 14 she was offered a scholarship to a music school in Washington and she moved away from her family to attend there.

By 19 she had become a professional piano player, in a symphony in the city. Mia loved what she did, but had always missed her family. It made up for it by visits from her parents regularly and going home for all holidays. But when she found her parents were moving to New Orlean, her heart hurt because she knew all that would stop.

Mia has never been to new orleans and knows nothing about the city apart from it being where her Aunt Caroline and Uncle Klaus live, but last week, when the conductor of her symphony tried to kiss her after they finished a show. She quit on the spot and got on a plane to find her parents.

Also in the last year, Mia has been dealing with the death of Summer, her twin (as she likes to call her) given the girls were born on the same day, in the same hospital. Mia loved her sister even thought they were far apart and she wonders if she hadn't gone away, if her sister would still be alive.

give this a like and i’ll send you a message and we can plot! i don't have discord. but mia is welcome to met anyone, but otherwise she will likely only know the salvatore's and maybe caroline and klaus' kids but not alot.

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"Dad and uncle Klaus," she said with a small laugh that would be fun, for them. Maybe it was good that they had moved here. She knew what are mother was asking, if she wanted to stay but in that moment it made her wonder if maybe she should have just gone somewhere else. A hotel? Maybe to one of her cousins. Her apartment in Washington was still there but she didn't want to go back. And it wasn't like she had ever brought a place outside of the place the symphony helped her get at 18. "I... i don't," she said weakly. She always knew she wasn't great the real world stuff, but maybe she was worse than she thought. Maybe there was no space in her parents new orleans lives for her.

"That's okay. You're welcome here anytime, you know that. No matter where we live." She tucked a piece of Mia's hair behind her ear. "He's at work, actually, if you would believe it. He and Klaus went into business together, some restaurant and bar combo." Elena tilted her head to the side and examined her daughter, she could just sense that something was wrong, call it a mother's intuition. "Do you have somewhere to stay, sweetheart? There's more than enough space here, for as long as you need."

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She smiled easily when he spoke. Not feeling nearly as lost as she had a few moments ago as he pulled her into a hug that she accepted so easily. "Well... I don't know if i'm going to be backstage for a while," she admitted, even though she was thankful for his words. She loved when her family came to see her. When they were all dressed up and there were smiles everywhere. She bite her lip as she thought about all she had left. "I might have quit," she admitted, not sure she wanted to tell her parents but with Kilian she didn't care. She laughed when he teased her and she looked to the bar. "Ah... yeah, okay. I'll have something."

it took a second for the voice to register in his head, not hearing it for quite some time because of where both of their lives had taken them. however, once it did, kilian quickly turned around to meet his cousin's gaze; a bright and adoring smile immediately curving his lips. " well, well, well, look who it is ! " he greets happily, then steps forward to pull her into a tight hug. " never thought i'd run into you here of all places. definitely thought i'd have to come backstage at one of your performances . . . whip out my best suit and everything, " he teases, then ruffles the top of her head — if he still wasn't being an annoying cousin after all these years, what was the point ? " how you doing mia ? can i get you a drink ? "

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Lulu Antariksa as Patty Yang in Impulse s1e1 Pilot (6m).

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Crackships Lulu Antariksa & Sadie Soverall

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"I-" Mia said. That was a lot. A lot of things, a lot of questions, a lot of emotions. She wasn't even sure where to start. "I just... I didn't want to be there anymore," she said, that was at least the most of the truth she could manage. She followed her mother into the house, looking around only a little because what did it matter? It was their new house. She sat down. "Where is Dad?"

Elena could feel the tears prick her eyes the moment she held her daughter safely in her arms. She didn't realize how much it had been missing from her life until now, how much she desperately needed to see her kids. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Let me take your bag. Come inside, I can give you a tour of the new place later, but just sit for now." With one arm around Mia, she guided her over to the couch. "Tell me everything."

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Someone had finally pointed her in the right direction and she had made her way down the streets of the city before she finally found the house she was looking. It matched the photos her parents had sent her when they had been planning to move and yet she still felt unsure as she looked up at the house. After all it wasn't her home. It wasn't where she had grown up and felt safe. She walked up to the house and knocked, waiting to see who would answer.

"Mom," she gasped the moment the door opened and she saw the face she needed to see. One of the two people she had flow over 5 hours and over 1000 miles to see. She feel into her arms and just stayed there. "I just- I just got off the plane," she said finally.

Elena's day had been long and overwhelming. Working in the emergency room was a love hate relationship. Of course, she loved helping people, and she loved being able to play a role in patching them up. But when things didn't go as planned, when people died, sometimes the compassion fatigue was too much for her to bear. Today had been one of those days.

No one has died under her watch that day, but she'd seen gruesome injuries and scared children and the accumulative pain had built up over the long shift. She was thankful when she got home, and was able to rest with a glass of wine. The house was empty and echo-y, another thing she had to get used to. She was contemplating heading over to Damon's bar when there was a knock at the door. Placing her wine glass on the table next to her, she stood and went to the door, opening it to reveal just the girl Elena needed to see. "Mia!" Immediately, she gathered the girl into her arms. How she had missed this. She pulled away just a bit, keeping her hands on her daughters upper arms and looking at her with so much love. "What are you doing here? When did you get in?"

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Jen (Lulu Antariksa) & Claire (Gideon Adlon) in Witch Hunt (46m).

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"Josie," she said quickly when she spotted the other. A familiar face at last. "Mom must be at work, her phone is ringing through," she said before the truth came a second later. "Plus I didn't exactly tell them I was coming," she said honestly, otherwise she was sure one of them would have come to pick her up. They always did. "Ah, just... just visiting," she said. Another lie, if only a slight lie this time. She wasn't sure if she was staying. She had quit her job and life and packed up and ran here overnight. Nothing after that was planned. "Just figured I would see what Mom and Dad's new place looks like. Never thought they would move to New Orleans," she joked. Though her parents being closer to Uncle Klaus and Auntie Caroline made sense.

josie had been in a mood since her and hope's european dark magic adventure. despite loving her job, deep down it always felt like something was missing because that was reality. a very part of her soul had left her body the day of the merge, never to return. it haunted her to this day, every dream being turned into a nightmare of the same ending over and over again. with a coffee in hand and headphones blaring music to help wake her bones, josie managed to catch a glimpse of someone she hadn't seen in awhile.

"mia?" she questioned to herself, before walking over to the other and smiling once certain. "i know where you parents are, welcome back or are you just visiting?" the siphoner always wondered where mia up and went to, it seemed as if it happened in the middle of the night.

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"No, it's okay. Seems you were struggling with it," Mia said, before she looked at one of the girl's photos of her art, as she smiled. "Beautiful," she said. "No, not overly, but I'm a pianist, sometimes you just want to give something else a go, you know?" She said. "Oh, no, I don't think so," she said. "I'm not really from here. Just visiting my parents because they moved."

She immediately shook the anger from her head, realizing it was silly to be irritated so quickly at someone she barely knew. Oftentimes, her anger was reserved for those who had truly wronged her, or those who made comments about the people she cared about. This, while half-hearted anger in the first place, she let slip right off her and melt away. "Oh, well, thank you." She pulled out her phone and started to scroll. "I mostly do large scale stuff, big oil paintings. Here's one of my favorites," she showed a picture of a large canvas in her home studio. The background featured the Canal Lighthouse, with her mother standing in the foreground in a beautiful flowing dress. "You're a songwriter?" she asked, then looked up from her phone. "Sorry, I... do I know you?"

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"I'll sit with you," Mia said from behind him as she watched her cousin talking to someone else at the bar. She waited for him to turn to look at her, a bright smile on her face. "Hi, Kilian," she laughed, still surprised herself that she was in this city. Though honestly it was good to see someone in the family.

status : open. location : parleaux beer lab, before sunset. tags : @inaducursehqstarters

kilian sits comfortably under one of the weathered canopies just outside the parleaux beer lab, a hazy ipa sweating on the table in front of him. his fingers are coated in black from the charcoal pinched between them, sketching under the glow of the setting sun. lost in his craft, he finds some semblance of peace despite the subject of his sudden artistic inspiration. the details of the shaded drawing capture the intricate features of his best friend, lost in the fire that took their lives. they'd spend their friday evenings at breweries like this, decompressing after a long week of classes and enjoying the company of their closest friends. it was time taken for granted, so now he basks in every moment. relishing in each sip of his drink, recalling memories of laughter and deep conversations, and growing stronger in their bond with one another. now, the table is silent and only one of them remains to carry on the tradition. almost like clockwork and eager for a distraction from his grief, he spots the other step out of the brewery. a smile pulls at his lips and urges him to wave them over, setting aside his sketchbook and wiping his hands as clean as the napkins allowed. " hey ! are you meeting someone here ? 'cause i could use some company if you're not. " kilian says with confidence, before motioning to a seat at his table and leaning a tad closer to them, his tone taking a more playful turn, " besides, i'm getting pitiful stares from the other patrons here for drinking alone. if anything, i'm making it look cool . . . right ? "