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MISSALLANEA /ˌmisəˈlānēə/ noun 1. miscellaneous items, especially literary compositions, that have been collected together. 2. a poorly run multimuse featuring characters from fandoms such as THE OWL HOUSE, LOLIROCK, MIRACULOUS LADYBUG and more.

#/ not me realizing people are still like. following this blog. #/ I HAVE MOVED OVER HERE. #/ a few months back now but whatever i feel like people are still slowly finding me

[missallanea-a]

and by that, I mean : my hiatus has officially ended !! What does that mean, exactly? Well.

IN SHORT : I've moved the multimuse over here. It was just the easiest way for me to reorganize without feeling a fuck ton of frustration over trying to change things over for 200+ posts. The muse list remains 99% the same, with a couple of minor additions, and the rules have been overhauled. New tags, same graphics, same me and my silly ol' nonsense.

As for the fate of the Hazbin sideblog? Well, vanaglcria is now over here, a full-fledged blog because holy fuck, I hate sideblogs. The rules have also been overhauled, and a new muse has been added ( with the potential for more... ) so I look forward to getting back to there as well.

Hopefully y'all are willing to put up with this last blog move for me and follow me over to the new spot !!

#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap .

[missallanea-a]

and by that, I mean : my hiatus has officially ended !! What does that mean, exactly? Well.

IN SHORT : I've moved the multimuse over here. It was just the easiest way for me to reorganize without feeling a fuck ton of frustration over trying to change things over for 200+ posts. The muse list remains 99% the same, with a couple of minor additions, and the rules have been overhauled. New tags, same graphics, same me and my silly ol' nonsense.

As for the fate of the Hazbin sideblog? Well, vanaglcria is now over here, a full-fledged blog because holy fuck, I hate sideblogs. The rules have also been overhauled, and a new muse has been added ( with the potential for more... ) so I look forward to getting back to there as well.

Hopefully y'all are willing to put up with this last blog move for me and follow me over to the new spot !!

#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap . #/ queuing this a few times uwu

[missallanea-a]

and by that, I mean : my hiatus has officially ended !! What does that mean, exactly? Well.

IN SHORT : I've moved the multimuse over here. It was just the easiest way for me to reorganize without feeling a fuck ton of frustration over trying to change things over for 200+ posts. The muse list remains 99% the same, with a couple of minor additions, and the rules have been overhauled. New tags, same graphics, same me and my silly ol' nonsense.

As for the fate of the Hazbin sideblog? Well, vanaglcria is now over here, a full-fledged blog because holy fuck, I hate sideblogs. The rules have also been overhauled, and a new muse has been added ( with the potential for more... ) so I look forward to getting back to there as well.

Hopefully y'all are willing to put up with this last blog move for me and follow me over to the new spot !!

#/ did i make a stupid gif just for this? yes. yes i did. #❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat . #❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap . #/ i will almost certainly be asleep when this posts but HECK IT

[missallanea-a]

UNEXPECTED HIATUS !! Yes, I know I just got off a hiatus in January, but here we are. My mental health has once again taken a nosedive, and while nothing on Tumblr has explicitly been adding to it ( seriously, y'all have been the sweetest to me ) I need to take a few days offline to get my head back in order. I'm gonna go low-to-no-activity for a week or so, spend some time with myself, get back on my medication schedule ( oops ) and try to sort out my sleeping a bit.

When I come back, I'll make the decision whether I'm shutting this blog and moving to a new one ( seriously considering it, even tho I've only been on this one for a short time : I want to reorganize and clean up the tagging system, which is nigh-impossible without changing blogs, plus update my rules with stricter guidelines, etc ) or just cleaning this one up and giving her an overhaul.

#/ reblogging for anyone who missed it uwu #/ admittedly i've mostly been playing dreamlight valley and dealing with real life stuff #/ our newly adopted cat is ~in fact~ pregnant so that was a discovery #/ hoping to be back next week with my decision about whether i'm moving or not

[missallanea-a]

UNEXPECTED HIATUS !! Yes, I know I just got off a hiatus in January, but here we are. My mental health has once again taken a nosedive, and while nothing on Tumblr has explicitly been adding to it ( seriously, y'all have been the sweetest to me ) I need to take a few days offline to get my head back in order. I'm gonna go low-to-no-activity for a week or so, spend some time with myself, get back on my medication schedule ( oops ) and try to sort out my sleeping a bit.

When I come back, I'll make the decision whether I'm shutting this blog and moving to a new one ( seriously considering it, even tho I've only been on this one for a short time : I want to reorganize and clean up the tagging system, which is nigh-impossible without changing blogs, plus update my rules with stricter guidelines, etc ) or just cleaning this one up and giving her an overhaul.

#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat . #/ in summary : i'm okay i just need to touch grass for a few days #/ and i'm contemplating moving to another blog for organization sake #/ love y'all i'll still be seeing ims and replies and whatnot #/ so if you see me liking posts i'm just lurking

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Was planning to be here tonight after D&D, but my anxiety just spiked for like no reason ?? so I think I'm going to just curl up with my switch for the evening.

#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat . #/ i have asks to do but they will have to wait ;w; #/ there was no obvious trigger to this it just happens sometimes #/ i'll be fine i'm just gonna play dreamlight valley for a bit #*dl

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

#❮ missallanea / games ❯ ━━ ❝ ideas that seemed good at three am . #/ as always source is dead but you can reblog from my archive!

[missallanea-a]

Yilna is well aware that her hostility is misplaced, and gone as quickly as it appeared : the blade she focused on so strongly is set aside, turning her attention fully to this new companion. Looking at him properly now, at those mismatched eyes that reflect the shadow and the sun in equal measure, at the scars that paint his face as similarly as her own.

"No. Do not. It was not my place to speak so harshly."

He does not need to show her any measure of kindness, and yet he offers it willingly. She is not so bitter towards her own kind that she cannot recognize and olive branch when it is offered, and she grasps it with both hands. "Cietan. I am Yilna. It has been... many moons since I've seen another of my — our kind. I apologize."

Cietan takes a step back in surprise, the vitriol unexpected. He had thought, surely if anyone would understand-

Perhaps he had been mistaken on that front. The urge to throw up his walls, to shut her out wells up inside him, but he pushes it to the side, for now. He doesn't know what she's been through. How she's suffered. And if this plane has shown him anything, it's that everyone has suffered something.

Even if they don't want to admit it.

"I meant no offense, sister," he tries, mirroring her language, his own mismatched gold and black eyes meeting her black gaze. A gaze that was once so familiar to him but now seems almost foreign. "I meant no offense."

He offers an awkward smile, hoping to clear the air. "Perhaps I should have started with an introduction. I'm Cietan."

#❮ championsofthegate / cietan ❯ ━━ ❝ only through shadows can one come to know the light . #/ lbr d&d descriptions are guidelines ~at best~ #/ i love the dual eyes they are so fitting for his character ;w; #/ ANYway they are friends now. I do actually make the rules gdi. #❮ yilna penumbrae / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ i don't know how but i'll find a way .

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running a multimuse blog is just being in a constant state of muse whiplash

#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat . #/ going from the goddess freya to an overpowered ipad kid #/ send help #*dl

[missallanea-a]

Trades, it was always trades with them. Information for information. The Collector knew they'd probably given Philip too much, between teaching him the full extent of magic and the draining spell and everything, but it was fair. It was fair, because they were best friends, and because he was going to pay him back once he had the Titan's blood.

Fair's fair, and all : but when Philip mentions the option of telling him more about the other Collectors, he cannot help the prolonged groan of annoyance that slips free, their form melting along with the sound to pool on the floor in a puddle of darkness.

"BOOORING. That's all you ever wanna talk about, these days." Spilling through the cracks in the cobblestones of the castle floor, they swim across the surface before winding their way up one of the pillars at the other end of the room. "Those guy's're just a bunch of bullies, anyway. There's nothing good to say about them."

Childishly, they punctuate the thought by blowing a raspberry, finally reforming on the wall beside Philip's pet project, the doorway that would lead back to his realm.

Swinging their foot, as if it would have been able to make contact with anything, they huff out a breath. Then, their face splits into a grin, "Y'know, once you get me outta here, I can show you. If you think witches are powerful, just you wait. We could teach you all kinds'a magic."

Not realizing that this was, perhaps, not the selling point they thought this would have been, their appearance shifts to sit on top of the portal door.

"Collectors see everything, y'know. E V E R Y T H I N G . That's what we do. Watch and learn, and when things don't do what they're supposed t'do, we..." His voice trailed off briefly, expression turning darker for a moment. But the eclipse passes, their crescent moon smile returning : "Well, we see lots more powerful things than just witches and demons."

Even as he made a show of having his full attention on the Collector (though he did observe the influence his words had had on the being), Philip's mind was working. He still needed a few things for the Day of Unity and the Draining Spell to be successful…., and then he would be able to use the portal, to return to the Human Realm……, once this place had been destroyed, the cursed life within it sacrificed for the greater good.

Which meant he needed the coven guards to round up as many wild witches before the Day of Unity as possible. Fewer wild witches meant more coven members. And more coven members meant more fuel for the Draining Spell, more power to see to his own needs.

Because that was all these witches were good for, was getting him back home. They were cursed and evil, and there was no hope of saving them. He had thought, once upon a time, that perhaps they could be saved, but Evelyn had shown him what witches were truly like.

He's drawn back to the present when the Collector speaks, and he's reminded that he needs to be paying attention to the child-being. After all, he needs to keep him on his good side, and letting himself get distracted wouldn't do that.

Philip offers the Collector another smile, and he doubts that the creature will be able to tell his mind hadn't been on their conversation, on the games they could play.

And without any prompting, the Collector offers up more knowledge, if only Philip will share more about the 'games with disguises' he'd mentioned.

"Why don't you tell me more about your kind, Collector, and I'll tell you all I remember about such games," he suggested, as though it was a fair exchange. But he was getting more out of it than the child, the way he always did. And that suited him just fine.

#❮ stardustedstories / belos ❯ ━━ ❝ this is the titan's will . #❮ the collector / verse.04 ❯ ━━ ❝ made a pinkie promise to keep trying our best . #/ collector my beloved. baby. honey. #/ they mean so well but kjgdhk #tw eye strain

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"An organ?" It makes sense, she supposes : while she may not be particularly familiar with the anatomy of dragons, she knows well enough that the hearts, lungs, and livers of various creatures could be powerful spell ingredients. It would stand to reason that the greater the creature, the greater the power held within their parts... but it seemed the boy's reasoning for looking came from something far more pure than financial or power gain.

They place their consciousness into it. Her mind briefly returns to Atreus, wherever he was now, and that trick he learned from the Giantess. How curious, that the Jotunn and dragons should share anything.

A throaty noise is the only response she gives, understanding why she may have made it rather impossible for Nidhogg to complete this ritual. Circling the clearing once again, the goddess keeps her eyes well-trained on the boy, watching with a curious eye as he seems to find what it was he was searching for. The knife in his hand, it would seem that the dragon's hide proved stronger than both the paltry steel and the boy could manage.

"Of course." Approaching, Freya reaches to her back, retrieving the sword that lies there. Better leverage than the dagger in his hands, she assumes, and attempts to line herself up with where he had been prying only moments earlier. "Here?"

[❇]—;

Not many people bothered to learn about dragons. But he loved to watch them before he could remember. Being bonded to one made him curious. Made him want to know more. From them he learned old magic. Old things that weren't known in many books. His keen eye in metals and other similar objects were always joked about coming from them too. Like he was one of them.

Regardless he had work to do.

Pulling himself off of the ground he wobbles slightly. A gentle tap of metal against the stone as he walked around. Feeling for the energy he felt push back at him. "There is a special organ a dragon carries. It's useless while they are alive." Carefully he climbs over the leg of Níðhögg. "But in death...should they have the time they can place their consciousness into it. It hardens and becomes a gem." This was what he was looking for. With it he would be able to bring her home. To properly set her to rest. A loudly clink is heard as his feet touch the ground once more. There was where her chest was revealed he lay his hand there. He could feel it just under his fingers.

"Usually they spit them out. But due to the circumstances..." He did not need to say anything further. Pulling a small dagger from his belt he used it to pry at the scales. Using what strength he could. He was not a strong boy by any means as he slides trying. "Come on....come on." He mutters to himself. Continuing to slide as the dragon watching above cackles at him as he threw him a look. It was in fact not helping him.

He was not getting very far with this on his own.

"I uh....might need some assistance.."

#❮ dragetunge / hiccup haddock ❯ ━━ ❝ you just gestured to all of me . #❮ freya / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ we'll see to it together . #/ HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY #/ freya resisting her mom instincts hard

[missallanea-a]

𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐞

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

Send 🎵 for a song that reminds me of my muse

Send 🎶 for a song that reminds me of your muse

send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of both of our muses

#❮ missallanea / games ❯ ━━ ❝ ideas that seemed good at three am . #/ for after work. uwu and while I'm suffering through this closing shift.

[missallanea-a]

She wishes that she was more like Keyleth, in some pitiful corner deep in her heart : that she could hope as strongly as she did, love as fiercely, hold onto that faith she still had for the strangers they met on their travels. It was through the druid that she was learning to accept the warmth shown to her, and how to show it in turn.

And so, it is with an untrained hand that lacks Vex'ahlia's usual certainty that she releases her tankard, reaches across to brush loose strands of fiery red hair back behind pointed ears that are flushing pink. How unfair, that she could remain adorable, even in this state. Vex was certain her own appearance was not nearly as flattering.

A low chuckle escapes, humming out a soft agreeance. "When we're not complete fucks up, yes, we do good. You do good, Keyleth... and whatever whispers in your mind say otherwise, they aren't us."

 ‍  ‍ even in her inebriated state, keyleth is fairly certain she knows what vex was preparing to go on about. that the bad feelings are as much a part of life as the good, no matter how much one might wish otherwise. in different words, perhaps. and it isn't like she doesn't know that -- she has never been that young or naive. but when the bad really starts to pile up, the bleakness that rises in the world threatens to drive her to some cliff's edge that she never wants to see. something that warns of earthquakes and wildfires.

 ‍  ‍ but as vex changes course, the druid forgets her simmering irritation just as swiftly and her lips purse with a watery smile. ❝ yeah. i guess we do pretty good sometimes, don't we? ❞ she turns her head to drop her cheek onto the other's shoulder again, unaware of much else but the light and warmth emanating from her group spread out across the tavern. her group. it swells in her chest with so much fondness that the darkness is pushed out, for now.

 ‍  ‍ ❝ at least, when we're not -- ❞ hiccup, sniffle, ❝ total fuck ups. ❞ if keyleth has any memory of this in the morning, she'll surely apologize with a sheepish tinge of red all the way to the pointed tips of her ears. or awkwardly avoid the topic until it gets too late to bring it up at all.

#horiznwlker * keyleth of the air ashari #/ this sat in my drafts for so long i'm so sorry #❮ vex'ahlia / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ the adventure begins . #tw eye strain

[missallanea-a]

okay, heading to bed. my shifts are all messed up atm because two of my coworkers ( we're only a five person crew ) changed their schedules and restricted their shifts so I'm filling the gaps. which is fine, I legitimately love my job, but I miss having the same shifts consistently.

my job ends in a month and change though so... I'll take the work while I've got it.

#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat . #/ BUT I SHOULD. SHOULD. BE ON TOMORROW BEFORE WORK. #/ and gdi i'm gonna try to actually write. #/ carmilla brainrot continues so i'll be bouncing back and forth #/ i'm also helping overhaul mal's stuff and fighting lethargy so. ;w; #/ love y'all~

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         ❝ You don't become an angelic arms dealer without arming yourself first. ❞

                              ( follows back from @missallanea. 21+. © )

#❮ missallanea / self promo ❯ ━━ ❝ the patron saint of no impulse control . #/ fancy promo since i'm finished moving the hazbin muses over uwu #hazbin hotel tw #/ this'll probably be the last i post about it ;w;

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@stardustedstories : 💋 [Raeda? :3]

As if she needed some special holiday to show her affections — it was no secret that physical touch was one of Eda's love languages, one that Raine had been on the receiving end of more times than she could count.

Size had always been her advantage : even if little Raine had grown into a stronger witch, she still easily dwarfed them, particularly when she pressed them up against her bedroom door like this, all tongue and teeth and talons as she practically devoured them with a kiss. It started at their ear, to their jaw and neck, to hear all those beautiful little sounds they would eke out while trying to keep their voice down.

By the time she makes her way to their lips, she's certain they're at least half as worked up as she is.

send 💋, get a kiss ( 1 / 5 )

#❮ stardustedstories / raine whispers ❯ ━━ ❝ i find pieces of you in every song i hear . #❮ eda clawthorne / answered ❯ ━━ ❝ say that again and i steal your tongue . #/ me: yay raeda fluff! (eda proceeds to basically eat raine alive) ma'am wtf calm down you h//rny bitch