BBC Ghosts OC multimuse

Right there in the title. Featuring Adrianna Grace (21) and Ainsley Maybelle (12)

[haunting-tales]

"Hello there!" "Welcome.."

A BBC Ghosts OC Multi-muse blog featuring OCs by Mun Pumpkin (20-25). This blog is an Indie RP blog!

This blog is open to interactions with canon characters and OCs alike.

Follows and likes will be from my main blog (@go-punk-pumpkin-spice ) as this is a side blog

MUSE 1: Adrianna

MUSE 2: Ainsley

RULES

MEMES

STARTERS

LIST OF HASHTAGS

Side note: If we chat and or plot, just let me know which Muse you'd rather I use. I'd rather you be happy honestly. :)

Mun Pumpkin's other blogs:

@wick-for-brains (Scrooge 2022 Ghost Of Christmas Past)

@songs-and-stitches (Wonka 2023 OC)

@meme-queen-pumpkin (RP meme blog)

[lostinfootnotes-deactivated2024]

Should I make an OC side blog? I'm thinking for my BBC Ghosts OCs

yes!!!!!

no :(

Voting ended onSep 5, 2024

[haunting-tales]

I would love to have more BBC Ghosts OC blogs on here. I love seeing other people's characters so much

[meme-queen-pumpkin]

Search "(muse name)core" on pinterest and make a moodboard with some of the images that come up. Does it fit? Does it match your muse or not?

[haunting-tales]

Adrianna. I think this kinda fits. The outdoorsy stuff fits her highway woman life. The whole angel/devil thing kinda fits her good heart vs her bad profession.

Ainsley - Idk about this one. The rain fits because of her death, and I feel like the quotes fit her a bit

[haunting-tales]

The younger ghost was a little distracted by her…well…her death to have noticed him at the top of the stairs, so hearing his voice caused her to jump, the sudden sound of someone else giving her quite a start. She would have been humiliated from the fact she was so easily startled had she not been more preoccupied with the fact that she was no longer alive, which was honestly a more..important thing to think about than embarrassment. 

Her gaze shifted from her own body that lay at the foot of the stairs -a sight she wished she could forget- to the soldier who was approaching. Seeing an unfamiliar face..didn’t exactly help much. First her death and now meeting someone new, quite a bit happening at once and poor Ainsley didn’t really know how to react to it all.

She was quiet for a moment or two, still processing everything and trying to settle after her brief startled reaction, but finally spoke up as she watched The Captain approach. She knew she was dead…so she knew she was stuck here, she might as well speak to the older ghost.

“Who are you?” She asked quietly, her tone almost curious.

[thecptn]

the captain tried, as best as he could, to appear as least threatening as possible — he hadn't intended to make her jump, but he supposed that it was hard to not sneak up on anyone, given his ghostly status. approaching slowly, hands clasped behind his back, swagger stick tucked neatly underneath his arm, a sad smile tugging at his features.

gentle blue eyes flickered between the ghost of the girl and the body that lay on the floor as he came to stop beside her. with a slight noise of effort, and the creaking protest of his old knees, the captain crouched down to her level — adopting a less intimidating(?) position, he hoped.

❝ I must say, you're taking this rather well... ❞ he hummed. shock, she must still be in shock, he silently concluded to himself, gaze once again flickering between the two forms of the girl before settling on the ghost, meeting her eyes with a soft smile.

❝ well, they all just call me the captain here, but you can call me james, if you like. what's your name? ❞

[haunting-tales]

The child was quiet for a moment. Was she taking this well? Truthfully she was still trying to process everything. Not that she didn't understand what had happened, she had yet to process the severity of what had happened to her, definitely in shock.

His smile and...the way he tried not to be intimidating, it was somewhat of a comfort. And despite the rather unfortunate turn of events, the girl managed a small smile. At least she had someone to talk to, it sure beat being alone and confused.

"It's nice to meet you, James." She said, clearly having gotten over her initial startle from the first few seconds of their meeting. "My name's Ainsley." She added, holding out a hand for a hand shake. One thing was for sure, she had manners at least.

[haunting-tales]

OPEN STARTER

Muse: OC - Ainsley

Setting: Button House

Scenario: When she first became a ghost

---------------------------------------------------------------------

The young child was..confused to say the least. She'd only come into the house for some shelter. Now here she was...as a ghost. She hadn't expected to just...die. She hadn't expected that this house that she had only been staying in until the storm passed (thanks to the owners allowing her) would be the place she would now be stuck in for eternity.

She was a child for pity's sake. And she was...less than happy. I mean, it's often hard enough for an adult to accept when they find themselves quite suddenly dead, but for a child...it's so much harder. She already misses home...and her family. She hates this.

"It's not fair!" She huffed out. She had yet to meet any of the other deceased residents...so for the time being..she felt rather alone.

[thecptn]

the captain was the first one there when it had happened. as per usual, the ghost was on his afternoon patrol of the house and grounds. even in death, he took his role tremendously seriously — always vigilant, always alert. he hadn't seen it, but the sound of commotion on the stairs had naturally drawn the commanding officer to investigate.

❝ now, then, really, what is all this racket, I really must— ❞

❝ oh, good lord... ❞ the words soft as they left his lips, a pitiful sigh as the old soldier took in the scene. standing at the top of the staircase, the captain could see it all perfectly clearly... the girls body at the foot of the stairs— she must have slipped and fallen.

and it seems they now had a new ghost in their midst.

it was distressing enough as an adult to witness his own death, the old soldier couldn't possibly imagine how the girl was feeling, and he wasn't entirely sure how to handle the situation. but, he was certain about one thing — she was right, it wasn't fair.

❝ ...it never is. ❞ he tried, a little louder. still soft, still gentle, an air of melancholy to his tone as james made himself known, slowly, cautiously approaching the new arrival.

[haunting-tales]

The younger ghost was a little distracted by her…well…her death to have noticed him at the top of the stairs, so hearing his voice caused her to jump, the sudden sound of someone else giving her quite a start. She would have been humiliated from the fact she was so easily startled had she not been more preoccupied with the fact that she was no longer alive, which was honestly a more..important thing to think about than embarrassment. 

Her gaze shifted from her own body that lay at the foot of the stairs -a sight she wished she could forget- to the soldier who was approaching. Seeing an unfamiliar face..didn’t exactly help much. First her death and now meeting someone new, quite a bit happening at once and poor Ainsley didn’t really know how to react to it all.

She was quiet for a moment or two, still processing everything and trying to settle after her brief startled reaction, but finally spoke up as she watched The Captain approach. She knew she was dead…so she knew she was stuck here, she might as well speak to the older ghost.

“Who are you?” She asked quietly, her tone almost curious.

[haunting-tales]

OPEN STARTER

Muse: OC - Ainsley

Setting: Button House

Scenario: When she first became a ghost

---------------------------------------------------------------------

The young child was..confused to say the least. She'd only come into the house for some shelter. Now here she was...as a ghost. She hadn't expected to just...die. She hadn't expected that this house that she had only been staying in until the storm passed (thanks to the owners allowing her) would be the place she would now be stuck in for eternity.

She was a child for pity's sake. And she was...less than happy. I mean, it's often hard enough for an adult to accept when they find themselves quite suddenly dead, but for a child...it's so much harder. She already misses home...and her family. She hates this.

"It's not fair!" She huffed out. She had yet to meet any of the other deceased residents...so for the time being..she felt rather alone.

[haunting-tales]

Since I have no idea if there are many ghosts rp blogs, I'm putting this post out there. This blog is an indie rp blog involving my ghosts ocs (bbc ghosts OCs specifically). This is my way of finding any other rp blogs for this small fandom.

[sunprompts]

COMFORTING WORDS

some comforting dialogue prompts. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛

hey… do you want to talk?

shh, sh. I’ve got you.

you’re alright.

would you like me to stay?

I’m not going anywhere.

is there anything I can do?

take a deep breath.

you can talk to me.

we don’t have to talk to me, if you don’t want to. we can just sit together.

it’s alright.

you’re safe with me.

you aren’t alone anymore.

do you want a blanket?

I’ll be here when you wake up.

I’ll just be in the other room.

are you alright by yourself?

do you want to come with me?

nothing can hurt you, here.

just relax.

we’re okay.

everything is fine.

we’re alone, now.

would you like something to eat/drink?