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pssst !! hello !! welcome to my very secret and special multimuse sideblog for a variety of mattel/disney related characters!! keeps a focus on monster high g1 (with friendliness to g3, i just haven't consumed most of it) but also has muses from ever after high and disney's pixie hollow fairies.

this blog is a sideblog and does not have a carrd for the moment. rules can be found on any of my main blogs. follows will also come from one of my main blogs. i will only write here with people who are also mutuals on one of my main blogs. extremely formatting-light.

main blogs (this blog is attached to all of these!) ;

tachoniis ; occtis tachonis of critical role campaign 4.

deadlettered ; fandomless urban fantasy oc.

recre8ed ; cho hakkai of saiyuki.

drfeelgreed ; baccano! multimuse.

other sideblogs ;

diicerolled (d&d multi)

inateliiers (multifandom multimuse)

muse list below cut.

#pinned. dni.

niightsymphony

The village of Belmont had come together quite nicely, in Adrian's opinion. The people who called it home were not only safe, but had learned more than well enough how to protect themselves.

Sypha had remained-- And Trevor had returned, somehow surviving his clash with death. The people who mattered most in his life were with him-- And he was surrounded by people who did not fear him for what he was. For what his father was.

It was a life that he had never expected himself to live-- But he had no reason to complain. In many ways, it was almost perfect. ... If only it had not taken the death of his mother and father to reach this point.

... If only he had not been forced to see the abomination that Saint Germaine had tried to create with them. That image will remained burned in his mind, alongside many others. His mother upon the pyre. The moment he killed his father. The night that he was forced to kill Sumi and Taka, and everything that had led up to that very moment.

But things had calmed down significantly in the past few years. Several homes had been built around the castle-- People went in and out of the Belmont Hold to peek at the knowledge within. And, throughout the day, Adrian found himself enjoying the additional company that the people of Belmont provided-- And, as routine would have it, once night began to set the people would return home to be with their families.

Adrian would busy himself inside the walls of the castle, and all would be peaceful. Nothing had been so foolish as to attempt to attack the village-- And anything that might be lurking beyond the walls would eventually be cleared out by himself, Sypha, and Trevor. ... Or, perhaps, the brave villagers who had chosen to dedicate themselves to such a task. It all depended on the day, really.

Nonetheless, it was quiet-- until the quiet was disturbed by the sound of knocking upon the outer doors of the castle. It's an odd sound, if only because it is one that Adrian rarely hears. Most who need his presence simply let themselves in, calling for his attention because they know that he will hear them. Just as he hears the knock the first time. How curious.

His movement is naturally quick-- Though there is no rush to reach the door, as the knocking does not sound urgent. He is able to reach it just as his visitor raises her hand to knock once more-- A young girl.

She appears to be no older than sixteen-- But he knows immediately that that may not be entirely accurate. His heightened senses tell him plenty before she even begins to speak. She is the child of a human and a vampire, much like himself. It would seem that he is not quite as alone in the world as he had once believed.

"... Hello." The greeting comes out slowly. Uncertain. But there is no hostility on either side of the threshold, and his expression softens as she questions his identity. "Yes, that is I."

He steps aside, holding the door open so that she may enter the castle. It has been restored, for the most part-- Blood finally cleaned from the floors, damage done in the midst of battle repaired... It has become more of a home, once again. Just as it had been when Adrian was a child.

"Come inside. There is no point in staying out in the cold. ... Are you hungry, Laura?" He makes it a point to use her name, now that he knows it. "You seem to have been traveling for quite a while, and I was about to start preparing dinner. You can tell me what you have come here for whilst we eat."

isghouliish

Laura's face cracks into a bright grin.

Of course, she's heard plenty about her brother, but there's a very big difference between hearing things and actually witnessing them, face-to-face. For instance, lots of people thought he was at least a very good person, but that didn't mean he'd be nice to her—it's only when he lets her in without even really hesitating about it that she feels the excited relief of all that talk being right.

When he allows her entrance, she takes it, stepping through the door of the castle.

"Wow," she says, almost instinctively, losing herself in the moment to the distraction of the castle instead of the conversation. "This place is amazing!"

Several more seconds pass of gawking before Laura remembers that she's been asked a question—sheepishly, she snaps herself out of her wonder and looks over at Adrian, hands unconsciously clutching a little tighter at her bag for just a moment.

Her expression falters just a little.

It's a little hard to imagine that this is where her dad lived for the longest time, and where her mom had Adrien. But he certainly looks at-home here. It hits Laura for really the first time just how much she still doesn't know about everything her parents did before they had her—their limited stories hadn't said anything specific, really, about Adrian or the castle or even just about their lives.

And she can't really ask Adrian, either. Or, she probably could, but it'd be hard to hear as much as she wanted to hear without very definitively going against her parents' wishes, and she doesn't want to do that, either, since they probably have a very good reason to not want him to know where they are.

It's a little difficult to hide the complicated feelings in her voice when she actually responds, but they're mixed with a very real trepidation about a completely different thing, so she chooses to focus on that.

"Um—yes! I'm very hungry. But, if it's not too much trouble… I don't really like to eat meat. At all."

It's been quite a hassle trying to have a good meal on the journey here, and it shows on Laura's face that she knows it's a little unconventional. Especially, she imagines, for someone who's even half of a vampire—just because people like them don't have to survive on blood doesn't mean that they couldn't, although thinking about that tends to make Laura feel even queasier inside than just regular animal meat.

She hadn't realized just how strange of a choice it was until leaving home. Her parents had always gone out of the way to try and make meals just for her. It hits her for the first time how far away she really is from them, now, even though she's with Adrian.

But he can't count as family in the way that matters most if he doesn't know he's family.

"So, I would definitely be very grateful for a meal, but if you'd rather not worry about making something without any meat, I'm sure I can manage to find things to eat nearby!" Laura reassures, not wanting to come off as an inconsiderate guest. "I thought about buying some vegetables from the village outside, but then I sort-of saw it was a straight path through the middle of it to the castle, and I just couldn't wait! So, really, either way is fine."

It comes off a little more rambling and nervous than she means for it to—but there's just no way she can say how she actually feels: I wouldn't even care if I had to go hunt for some berries out in the woods as a meal. I'm just happy I got to meet you.

#♥ in character. ♥#♥ draculaura. ♥#♥ verse: castlevania. ♥

@niightsymphony liked a starter call! (draculaura)

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Um—hellooooo?"

It's close to evening when Laura finally—finally!—finds herself on the steps of the large and looming castle her parents have only told her about in little snippets of stories. She carries almost nothing with her except for a large bag, clutched now in both hands in front of her, containing a few changes of clothes.

Both of her parents had been happy to see her off into the world at large, to experience it by herself—her mother moreso than her father, who she knows has every reason not to want to see her go. She only feels bad that she'd told the smallest of lies to them. I don't really know where I want to go, she'd said. I guess I'll just see where I end up!

But Laura had been curious about the big brother her parents had tried their very hardest to avoid mentioning ever since the first time her mother had properly sat her down and told her about him, so she's spent the last few strange and delightful months listening in on any rumor about a dhampir—about yea-high (a height she could barely reach even on her toes), very blond hair, very talented—she could manage to overhear.

And it's led here here—to a castle now inhabited by a great many people, but most especially the locally famous dhampir the people call Alucard.

She raises a hand to knock once again when the door swings open before her, revealing a cascading blond head of hair that reaches all the way down to the middle of his back. And, looking down at her, there's a face that looks familiar to Laura, because until very recently she'd seen it almost every single day in the face of her mother.

"Hello!" she repeats, a little startled. "Wow, I didn't think about what I'd say when I actually met you! Uhh—are you Adrian Țepeș?"

That's not a very good first question; this has to be him. Laura's only been face-to-face with almost-definitely her brother for a few seconds, and she already wishes she could start over from the beginning. It's not like her to feel so nervous meeting people—but maybe it's different because he's family, and because she's already promised herself not to step too far away from her parents' wishes by actually telling him that.

"I'm Laura. I've heard so many things about you! Is it okay if I come in? 'Cause it's getting pretty cold out here…"

#♥ in character. ♥#♥ draculaura. ♥#♥ verse: castlevania. ♥#niightsymphony

isghouliish

hiii gang ... um here is a starter call for this blog !!!! you can specify a muse/fandom if you would like or you can give me the time honored pleasure of spinning a wheel, either way is fine with me.

#♥ interaction call. ♥#specify YOUR muse though i am indecisive #hii ..

@hopecaptive (azusawa kohane) liked a starter call! (scarah screams)

« Oh—I'm sorry, am I interrupting you? »

The polite question comes not from Scarah's mouth, but from her mind; her long and extensive lessons in telepathy have at least allowed her to use it for casual conversation, though detecting others by their thoughts alone is still unreliable.

The snakelike girl in the otherwise empty club room doesn't seem particularly like someone who'd get angry at an unexpected interruption, but Scarah knows better than most that in a school like this, surprising people can have unintended consequences. All the more when the ghoul doing the surprising is someone like Scarah—though she's explained time and time again that she'd have to scream to make herself a herald of oncoming death.

« I was hoping to study in here, » Scarah continues wordlessly, motioning down to the textbook and notebook clutched in her arms. « It's usually empty… You don't mind, do you? »

The persistent and steadily growing creep of disjointed outside thoughts into her mind tells Scarah that the answer, at least, is not going to be a negative one. She tries to push aside the intrusion, but as usual, it proves a fruitless endeavor—the insides of the minds of her fellow students are becoming more and more unwillingly open to her the longer she dedicates herself to the study of speaking through them.

Well. It's better, at least, than being feared for the simple act of opening her mouth. She smiles, indicating with her head once more, this time towards the other girl's work spread out on one of the tables.

« Is that Bite-ology you're working on? We could study together. »

#♥ in character. ♥#♥ scarah screams. ♥#hopecaptive #bet u thought i forgort about this one ...#tl dr scarah is a banshee who is learning telepathy because everyone gets afraid whenever she opens her mouth that shes going to scream #so she learned telepathy. but now she cant push out anyone elses thoughts

HUGE DAY FOR ME.

#♥ out of character. ♥

had to have dialogue colors on this blog because it is the fashion forward one. we'll see if this translates to my other sideblogs.

#♥ out of character. ♥

@hopecaptive (kiritani haruka) liked a starter call! (farrah goodfairy)

"Sorry—I don't mean to be so distracted."

Farrah turns her attention away from the rest of the class and back towards Haruka, who's been royally patient with Farrah's uncharacteristic forgetfulness. She puts on a smile, eyes downturned towards the small collage of concepts the two of them have been collecting—though, inspiring much guilt in Farrah, it's been Haruka who's pulled most of the weight between the two of them when it comes to formulating ideas for their Princessology presentation.

It's just difficult to focus when there's something weighing as heavily on her as the secret she's been keeping for Ashlynn, and the way it collides with her own wants.

Not that she needs to have wants.

It's just that it can be difficult, sometimes, to know that there are things that she'll never be able to do. Farrah likes her destiny—is looking forward to it, really—but it's not as though a Fairy Godmother is ever going to get her own happy ending. She won't get a bad one, but she knows the story won't ever be about her.

Hunter is just one more piece of evidence in that puzzle. Farrah had attached to him precisely because he wasn't a prince—because he wasn't promised to anybody. And then Ashlynn had quietly confided in her that the two of them were seeing eachother, were in love, and Farrah had smiled and congratulated them. But it had been a somewhat dour reminder of the way things were always going to be.

"I like the idea of doing a diorama," she says, trying to shake herself back on track. "If we can design something physical, you could wish it into existence and I could make it just before class, next week. I'd say the morning of, but my magic will stop working at noon if we do it too early."

It's a quiet, feeble attempt to drag herself back into normalcy. She wouldn't mind the hard work of putting together something by hand—but all the same, Farrah's very used to the way everyone around her tends to jump at the chance to make their lives just the slightest bit easier for the less-than-twelve hours her magic can actually do much.

"What do you think?" she asks, looking over the list of fairy-tale archetypes again because it's something to busy herself with. "If you'd rather do something else, I'm all ears!"

#♥ in character. ♥#♥ farrah goodfairy. ♥#hopecaptive #i hope. this works ok for you :)

#♥ interaction call. ♥#specify YOUR muse though i am indecisive

zachrp

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM HIGH SCHOOL-BASED DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

DIALOGUE

stop pretending you don't care.

they took my phone.

don't make this harder than it already is.

that teacher hates me.

i thought you were my friend.

you don't belong with them.

you're not as scary as you think you are.

you don't owe them anything.

don't ditch me now.

you don't have to lie to me.

you're acting weird today..

did you do the homework, or are we both screwed?

i think i messed up.

they called my parents.

i didn't think you'd defend me.

why do you hang out with them?

is that blood or paint?

they're gonna find out eventually.

everyone was staring.

don't sit there, that's their table.

don't follow me.

why are you still here?

why do teachers always pick on me?

i swear i didn't mean it like that!

don't laugh, i'm serious.

you don't have to walk me home.

are you crying?

did you really say that about me?

you're gonna get us both in trouble!

can you cover for me?

what class do you have next?

you look exhausted.

you don't get to say that!

i didn't sleep at all.

don't sit so close.

i hate this place.

i thought you hated me.

i can't fail this class.

why are you always angry?

they were talking about you in the hallway..

i didn't mean to hurt you.

do you ever go home?

don't look back, just keep walking.

meet me after school?

don't look now.

why are you staring at me like that?

you never talk about your family.

i heard you got suspended.

you're sitting in my seat.

they locked the bathrooms again.

you missed the bus again.

everyone already thinks the worst of me.

i think the teacher knows.

why are you shaking?

i can't do this anymore!

why do you care so much?

you didn't deserve that.

they think we're together.

you're gonna get caught if you keep doing this.

you look like shit.

that's not what happened!

you didn't hear it from me.

you smell like cigarette smoke.

i didn't think you'd actually show up..

you're late.

don't answer that.

don't tell the teacher, please.

why are you being nice to me?

you always do this when you're nervous.

i saved you a seat.

you gonna eat that?

you missed a lot yesterday.

you're gonna regret that.

you heard that rumor too, huh?

don't touch my stuff.

stop acting like this doesn't matter..

you gonna tell anyone about this?

you really believe that crap?

you're bleeding through your sleeve.

they're watching us.

you skipped again, didn't you?

you're not invisible, you just act like it.

sit down before you get us in trouble.

i'm not going to prom.

i wish today was over.

i can't go home yet.

i thought you'd understand.

i think i like you..

you always disappear when things get bad.

i didn't know who else to tell..

you skipped lunch again..

that test was impossible!

you always push people away first.

you didn't have to do that..

ACTIONS

( copy ) : for SENDER to copy answers off RECEIVER'S test.

( standup ) : for SENDER to stand up to a bully for RECEIVER.

( hide ) : for OUR MUSES to hide out in an empty classroom.

( fluster ) : for SENDER to fluster RECEIVER on purpose.

( borrow ) : for SENDER to borrow RECEIVER'S jacket.

( wait ) : for OUR MUSES to wait out detention together.

( exchange ) : for OUR MUSES to exchange looks behind the teacher's back.

( scold ) : for a teacher to scold OUR MUSES together.

( storm ) : for SENDER to storm off, leaving RECEIVER behind.

( walk ) : for OUR MUSES to walk home together in silence.

( check ) : for SENDER to quietly check if RECEIVER is okay.

( laugh ) : for OUR MUSES to get in trouble for laughing at the wrong time.

( sit ) : for SENDER to sit with RECEIVER at lunch unexpectedly.

( aside ) : for SENDER to pull RECEIVER aside to talk privately.

( cover ) : for SENDER to lie to a teacher to cover for RECEIVER.

( slam ) : for SENDER to slam their locker shut beside RECEIVER.

( skip ) : for OUR MUSES to skip class together.

( whisper ) : for SENDER to lean over to whisper during class.

( seat ) : for OUR MUSES to be forced to sit next to each other in class.

( stop ) : for SENDER to break up a fight RECEIVER is involved in.

( flinch ) : for RECEIVER to flinch when SENDER raises their voice.

( ignore ) : for SENDER to purposely ignore RECEIVER all day.

( break ) : for OUR MUSES to break a school rule together.

( glare ) : for SENDER to glare at RECEIVER across the classroom.

( wait ) : for SENDER to wait outside RECEIVER'S classroom.

( ditch ) : for OUR MUSES to ditch lunch to hide somewhere quiet.

( sneak ) : for OUR MUSES to sneak out of school early.

( shove ) : for SENDER to aggressively shove RECEIVER against a locker.

( steal ) : for SENDER to steal something from RECEIVER'S bag.

( argue ) : for OUR MUSES to get into a heated argument in the hallway.

( tease ) : for SENDER to tease RECEIVER in front of others.

( note ) : for SENDER to give RECEIVER a written note that says ______.

( share ) : for OUR MUSES to share earbuds during class.

( ride ) : for OUR MUSES to miss the bus on purpose.

( trip ) : for SENDER to intentionally trip RECEIVER in the hallway.

( block ) : for SENDER to block RECEIVER'S path in the hallway.

( crowd ) : for SENDER to corner RECEIVER near the lockers.

#♥ rp memes. ♥

gunmaestro

spectra ... very cool!

#♥ spectra vondergeist. ♥

tag drop ; 5

♥ tinker bell. ♥

♥ prilla. ♥

♥ rani. ♥

♥ beck. ♥

♥ bess. ♥

♥ fira. ♥

♥ silvermist. ♥

♥ rosetta. ♥

♥ vidia. ♥

♥ nyx. ♥

#tag dump #♥ tinker bell. ♥#♥ prilla. ♥#♥ rani. ♥#♥ beck. ♥#♥ bess. ♥#♥ fira. ♥#♥ silvermist. ♥#♥ rosetta. ♥#♥ vidia. ♥#♥ nyx. ♥

tag drop ; 4

♥ apple white. ♥

♥ briar beauty. ♥

♥ duchess swan. ♥

♥ farrah goodfairy. ♥

♥ faybelle thorn. ♥

♥ lizzie hearts. ♥

♥ cerise hood. ♥

♥ darling charming. ♥

♥ kitty cheshire. ♥

♥ madeleine hatter. ♥

♥ raven queen. ♥

♥ chase redford. ♥

♥ ramona badwolf. ♥

#tag dump #♥ apple white. ♥#♥ briar beauty. ♥#♥ duchess swan. ♥#♥ farrah goodfairy. ♥#♥ faybelle thorn. ♥#♥ lizzie hearts. ♥#♥ cerise hood. ♥#♥ darling charming. ♥#♥ kitty cheshire. ♥#♥ madeleine hatter. ♥#♥ raven queen. ♥#♥ chase redford. ♥#♥ ramona badwolf. ♥

tag drop ; 3

♥ spectra vondergeist. ♥

♥ toralei stripe. ♥

♥ djinni grant. ♥

♥ elle eedee. ♥

♥ kiyomi haunterly. ♥

♥ luna mothews. ♥

♥ porter geiss. ♥

♥ river styxx. ♥

♥ vandala doubloons. ♥

♥ casta fierce. ♥

♥ elissabat. ♥

#tag dump #♥ spectra vondergeist. ♥#♥ toralei stripe. ♥#♥ djinni grant. ♥#♥ elle eedee. ♥#♥ kiyomi haunterly. ♥#♥ luna mothews. ♥#♥ porter geiss. ♥#♥ river styxx. ♥#♥ vandala doubloons. ♥#♥ casta fierce. ♥#♥ elissabat. ♥

tag drop ; 2

♥ kieran valentine. ♥

♥ robecca steam. ♥

♥ venus mcflytrap. ♥

♥ twyla boogeyman. ♥

♥ draculaura. ♥

♥ ghoulia yelps. ♥

♥ catrine demew. ♥

♥ operetta. ♥

♥ rochelle goyle. ♥

♥ scarah screams. ♥

♥ sirena von boo. ♥

#tag dump #♥ kieran valentine. ♥#♥ robecca steam. ♥#♥ venus mcflytrap. ♥#♥ twyla boogeyman. ♥#♥ draculaura. ♥#♥ ghoulia yelps. ♥#♥ catrine demew. ♥#♥ operetta. ♥#♥ rochelle goyle. ♥#♥ scarah screams. ♥#♥ sirena von boo. ♥

tag drop ; 1

♥ in character. ♥

♥ out of character. ♥

♥ answered. ♥

♥ rp memes. ♥

♥ interaction call. ♥

♥ dash games. ♥

#tag dump #♥ in character. ♥#♥ out of character. ♥#♥ answered. ♥#♥ rp memes. ♥#♥ interaction call. ♥#♥ dash games. ♥

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