open to: m/f/anyone plot: Raydan is a hellhound with a curse on him, any magic user that summons him can enslave him & make him do whatever they like per the laws of his curse (a punishment placed on him by a vengeful witch). He spent a good portion of his prolonged life finding the spells scattered throughout time & history used to summon him but he missed one, one your muse found & has used to summon him, whether they know what they're doing/summoning is up to you! hmu if you'd like more details or wanna plot !! connection: witch, warlock or magic user that summoned him.

Raydan had almost forgotten what it felt like, that pull of magic slowly lacing through him like cold unseen tendrils of power creeping in to consume him. He'd been about halfway through a bottle of some liquor, stumbling back to the bathroom in the hallway of some hole in the wall bar. A distantly familiar hum started to buzz in his sensitive ears, his body slumping as it intensified and the tall brunette braced himself against the wall before the magic took hold of him completely. The violent heat of hellfire engulfed the drunk hound and he vanished from the plane he was existing on, thrown into shadows and flames, clothes burned from his body as the magic of the cursed summoning spells gripped him with bruising talons. It had been far too long since the last time this cursed dark magic had touched his soul and skin because Raydan had forgotten how much it hurt.

His mouth opened in a silent scream of pain as the magic grew tighter and more vicious, getting closer to where his summoner was, pulling him to them. Anger boiled in his veins along with his blood as hellfire erupted around him and spat his naked, sweaty body to the rough cold ground where burning sigils of a spell were burned into the ground. The man stayed on his hands and knees for a while, body trembling, burning, engulfed in flames for a moment longer before they settled and a deep growl rumbled up his throat in an inhuman sound. Dark eyes burned with the reflections of flames as Raydan raised his head to glance around, searching for the face he knew he'd come to hate just like all the rest of the magic users that had enslaved him.

When he met there gaze he didn't speak, simply growled, shifting slightly on the ground though his body ached with the pain of the aftermath, the magic that slipped away, died out focused in on him and circled around his wrists to form small gold bracelets, shackles that matched the singular one he knew would form around his new master. His lip twitched in a snarl before he dared to try and push himself to his feet, naked form rising to his feet with power instead of shame. He hated magic.

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"Yeah...that's me." Mason said softly looking down at the news paper clipping. It was a article about his disappearance. "At least they used a good picture. So I got that going for me." The ghost chuckled.

| open ; eldarion, son of a.rwen & a.ragorn |

The prince slowed his horse. "Whoa..." He said pulling back on the reigns. "Hello." He said with a smile. "You aren't lost are you? It's not safe here. Especially on foot. Do you need a ride somewhere?" Eldarion asked.

      𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬.

– an ind. sel. multimuse. by belle. 21+

" I AM THE VAMPIRE LESTAT ! "

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| open ; oliver |

"Some people over look others, they see someone and just brush them off and don't stop to look at the real potential they hold. They assume they're a sheep, really they are a wolf." Oliver smirked.

"People never learn."

Dionysia Chryses, or as she's known in legend; the infamous Witch Mother of Salem, mentor of the Sanderson Sisters. still kicking in the modern age, now wreaking havoc in a city or town near you.

mun is 21+ dionysia is highly headcanon based, given the slim canon info we have about her open to crossovers highly welcoming of ocs

previously at ladiesofsteel

Starter Call...? 👉👈

since I'm finally done giffing John Simm in all 8 episodes of Intruders, I'm so ready to bring back my old muse. Soooo~~

Like for a starter from William Donovan Talbot aka Liam Talbot - bigmouth, music nerd, mage-for-hire; formerly petty criminal & dark mage; on a constant quest to make amends for his past misdeeds and cause a hell of a ruckus while he's at it; 100% certified fuck-authority™ energy.

Open to mutuals & non-mutuals. Anyone goes. :)

🦚 DRACO MALFOY STARTER CALL!!

FANDOM: Harry Potter / Wizarding World. CROSSOVERS: possible. PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS: maybe. SHIPPING: selective / straight. MOST WANTED CONNECTIONS: Pansy Parkinson, his parents, other Slytherin students.

do not reblog my starter calls. personals do not interact.

open to: m/f/anyone plot: y/m either actually wants Elec as their familiar or jokes about it frequently (even though he's already contracted to a witch) they have a little flirty, playful relationship going on & this time around he took the joke a little more to heart than usual. idk hmu if you wanna plot. connection: witch or warlock, another supernatural being, business associate (he's a mafia member), idk whatever works~

"Oh, trust me, darling, you don't actually want me," Elec said with an air of humor that didn't really touch his eyes, he never really had felt he was the best at what he did, what he was and certainly not enough for the person he worked for but those were things he let get drowned in vices. He didn't verbalize his issues, least of all with them. The tall slender man laughed softly, shaking his head and dropping his eyes from theirs to try and avoid the fact he'd even admitted what he had, playful though it was expressed there was more meaning to what he had said. Feeling inadequate wasn't new for Elec but he never told anyone about it. "I'm all play no work, it's quite annoying." He added, tone more confident than before but there was still something glinting in his gaze as he glanced back up at the other and flashed a charming smile, trying to play the whole thing off like he usually did.

INDEPENDENT GHOST OC HAUNTED & LOVED BY ASH

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| open ; roxanna redd, daughter of little red riding hood |

"I am not scared of the woods, in fact, it is where I feel most comfortable. Well other than my great grans kitchen of course." The she wolf did love to bake. It calmed her down.

"I do not need a babysitter to walk through the woods. I promise."

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Crossover friendly. ocs and all  fandoms welcome. dark themes will be present. multi-ship. this blog is  anti-jkr and doesn’t follow the c.rused c.hild canon ( willing to write with characters from it though )