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how many wanted connections can i get listed for one muse? is there a limit on how many a muse can have on the page because i have a muse idea i really want to bring in but they'd work better with a few wanted connections in the groups as well. sorry if this is an odd ask!

I'm always so happy to answer any odd questions people have, don't fret one bit! There's no current limit on how many connections one particular character can have listed on our page; I absolutely understand the importance connections can have on a character, and I encourage all members to send in as many as they please. If there's one thing I love, it's seeing connections sent in and applied for, so by all means, go for it!

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Would the members prefer Claire Holt, Elizabeth Olsen or Amanda Seyfried?

We got votes for all three - they’re very good choices, and they’d all fit into Cardinal Hill super well! Ultimately, however, I believe Claire Holt was our winner.

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PLOT DROP 07; 04/24/1991

As the last traces of a near record-breaking snowfall began to melt away in Cardinal Hill, so too did the fears that had threatened to overwhelm the town’s residents just months before. There had been no town-wide nightmares, no terrifying weather events, and no shared incidents of visions for at least two months - something that now seemed uncharacteristic. Despite the intensity of horrors prior, Cardinal Hill was beginning to show traces of the safety that it once promised.

Rain lightly trickled lightly down gutters, nothing more than a misting of it overhead in the darkness of the evening. Despite the feeling of hope and the pathetic hint of the well-longed for warmth in the air, the streets were relatively empty. Though some areas were still bustling with proof of life, most streets only saw a single person at its most populous, most of whom were simply passing by. Thoughts of potential danger had slowly but surely slipped from a substantial amount of the residents' minds, though in the dark, wet, night, the air was buzzing with unease.

Adelaide ‘Addie’ Sawyer

You walk down the street, shrouded in silence. No cars, no footsteps, no company - just the soft hiss of your breath and the faint, electric hum of power lines overhead. It takes a moment before you notice her: a woman across the road, walking in the same direction, completely unassuming at first.

She crosses toward you without hesitation, skipping with a strange, weightless bounce, like she’s not quite touching the ground. She doesn’t say a word, but the weight of her attention slams into you like a wall of heat, her stare as sharp as a knife. Long platinum hair catches the glow of the streetlights like strands of tinsel; her skin is nearly as pale, and her wide, vacant smile stretches too far - like she’s laughing at something only she can hear. The black lipstick she wears bleeds slightly at the corners, though the amusement gleaming in her eyes gives the impression that she wouldn’t at all care.

You force yourself to keep walking. You take three steps - maybe four - before the air changes. It grows heavy, it grows thick with something wrong. A creeping pressure coils in your stomach, twisting slowly, cruelly, like a knife turned by an unseen hand. It's the kind of feeling that only comes when magic turns dark, when power becomes rotten. Your throat tightens. You glance back.

She’s closer now, still wearing that smile, but something about it has shifted. There’s no trace of her playfulness anymore, there’s just hunger.

You look away and scan the street ahead, your pace quickening. The sickness inside you spreads fast, weakness blooming through your limbs like a sudden fever. You reach inward, fumbling for your magic.

“I’d like to see you try,” she taunts, her voice suddenly far too close, brushing the back of your neck.

You spin around, and she’s already there - just inches from your face. Her breath grazes your skin. You try to summon your power, to pull it up from within, but it’s gone, slippery and unreachable, like it was never really yours to begin with. All that’s left is the throbbing nausea that clings to your insides.

She laughs, full-bodied and gleeful, and then, with a single sharp motion, she slams her shoulder into yours. Your body twists sideways, weightless for an instant, before the sidewalk rushes up to meet you. Concrete cracks against your skull.

“Gotta bounce!” 

You lie there, stunned, vision swimming and edged with dim light. Pain pulses behind your eyes. You push yourself up to your knees, disoriented. The street is empty. She’s gone.

You touch your face, and your fingers come away wet. Blood runs hot from your nose, slipping down over your lips, filling your mouth with the taste of copper. The pain lasts, but the sickness and the weakness seem to slowly dissipate. 

Felix Holloway

You step onto the street, the door clicking shut behind you. The sky is clear, but the air carries an edge, something tense and expectant that settles over the quiet blocks noticeably. Overhead, streetlights buzz in a long, even line, their light falling in pools across the sidewalk and bleeding into the wide glass windows of shuttered storefronts.

The buildings around you are still, only disrupted by a neon sign flickering a few paces ahead, its colors pulsing faintly across the sidewalk. As you pass, something in the reflection catches your eye. You slow.

In the dark glass, your reflection meets your gaze. It takes a moment for you to pinpoint just why the sight feels so uncanny. It mirrors your stance, your position, your face - but not quite your movement. There’s a hesitation to it, a lag that shouldn’t be there. The moment you notice it, it snaps back into sync.

You move on without stopping, heart beating harshly against your chest. Your footsteps echo once in the empty street, and again in your mind, spaced and measured. Then, without warning, you walk straight into someone.

The contact is abrupt, shoulder to shoulder. You stumble slightly, but the figure remains planted, unmoved, as though they were bolted to their place. She doesn’t look startled or annoyed, in fact, she instead looks entertained. Short, spiked hair catches the nearest light, and a faint smirk lifts one corner of the woman’s mouth. She stares like she already knows you, as if she knows too much.

“I think you’re just projecting, sweetie,” she says, her voice smooth, dry, and vaguely amused. Something shifts in your body - not pain, not fear, but a sudden failure of control. Your muscles falter, the ground tilts slightly beneath you, and your limbs don’t feel right. The woman watches with open interest, one hand running casually through her hair as she begins to laugh. Her laugh is light, familiar, and unmistakably pleased.

You try to move, but your legs feel sluggish, your balance off. You step back, but the ground seems harder to navigate than it should be.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, and now her tone leans into a cruel mockery. “Are you scared?”

No time to answer. A fist connects cleanly with your face, snapping your head to the side with a crack. Pain blooms along your cheek, sharp and immediate. You reel, but before you can catch your footing, her voice is holding your attention hostage once more.

“You weren’t gonna leave, were you?” This time, there’s a strange edge to it. Not anger, exactly, but instead something colder. A tone filled with disappointment.

Her knee drives up into your gut with force, and your body folds before you even realise what’s happened. You drop to the pavement, knees hitting first, arms too slow to catch yourself, breath gone.

“I can feel something about you,” she murmurs, crouching just enough to stay in your line of sight. “I don’t usually like to waste my time, ya know, but there’s just…” her eyes look spacey as she examines you, looking with an intensity that makes you think she’s looking far beyond your exterior. “I think you might be worth-” 

A scream cuts through the night, stopping the woman mid sentence. Her eyes shift toward the sound, as do yours, your own gaze reading concern where hers read annoyance. She whispers something you don’t catch - too fast, too quiet.

You blink once. She’s gone. The sidewalk stretches out in both directions, empty. The storefronts are still. The streetlight above flickers once, then steadies. Your cheek and your stomach ache, but the sickness slowly but steadily seeps away.

Silas Addams 

Your footsteps carry you through the stillness, each one striking the pavement a little too loudly in the quiet stretch of Cardinal Hill. This area is never crowded after dark, but the absence of sound settles strangely in your chest. The air feels warmer than it has in months, almost heavy against your skin, but a shiver rises anyway, brushing over your arms like static. You glance up the street, scanning without meaning to, and that’s when you see them.

Two women stand beneath a flickering streetlight, their outlines clear against the haze of yellow light. You keep walking. They haven’t noticed you, and they don’t seem out of place - just two people deep in conversation, one gesturing sharply while the other stands back, hands twisting around her platinum blonde hair.

As you get closer, their voices carry across the space between you. You don’t do anything to not eavesdrop.

“We’re not here to waste time,” the first says, voice low and clipped. Her hair is a dark halo of tight curls, and her posture is rigid, coiled like she’s trying not to snap. “We have a plan. This isn’t about convenience, it’s about control. You start pulling magic from whoever you want, and it unravels everything.”

The other woman doesn’t reply. She shifts her weight lazily, pale hair falling like silk down her back, her silence uninterested, almost mocking.

“She’d be furious if she knew,” the first woman continues. “We’re supposed to move together. Not like this. Not sloppy.”

You’re close now, and without warning, both heads turn toward you at the same time.

There’s a moment, suspended and silent, where you consider pretending you didn’t hear them, where you think maybe if you just keep walking, they’ll let you go.

“He was listening,” the blonde says, almost playfully. Her eyes gleam with excitement under the streetlight. “That’s rude,” she tells you.

The other woman doesn’t say anything at first. She just watches you, a stern look on her face that makes her almost look scared; then, slowly she lifts a hand and points in your direction like she’s marking a target, and she mutters something inaudible to her friend.

The dark-haired woman closes the distance in seconds. Her fist connects with your face before you even think to react. The sound is wet and sudden, and your scream tears out without control, high and sharp as the pain splinters through your cheek and radiates into your jaw. You go down, your knees hitting the pavement hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

Before you can crawl or cry out again, a boot slams into your side, hitting just below the ribs. Something gives with a sickening pop - your vision vanishes for a beat, pain sickeningly hot, radiating through your body. You double over and gag, but there’s nothing in your lungs to expel.

The blonde crouches in front of you, close enough that her hair brushes your cheek as she tilts her head and studies your face. “He’s still awake,” she murmurs, her voice soft and condescending. “It’s so much harder when they’re still awake. So much messier,” she sighs.

“We don’t have time to taunt it, we still need to get back, our conversation isn’t over,” the dark haired woman spits at her friend, frustration and anger seeming to grow.

One final blow lands - another boot to the chest - and the world begins to swim. Somewhere above you, the women are speaking again, words louder, more hurried, more panicked, almost as if something else has gone wrong. You feel yourself slipping, only catching what feels like every second word of the duo’s. 

“Isn’t… Good… Fuck… Leave?... Him… Human… Deal… Can’t… Don’t… Have… Plan…”

Loud and hurried footsteps grow quieter and quieter as you feel yourself slipping further and further from consciousness. 

You fade. The last thing you feel is the cold concrete beneath your face and the warm, steady trickle of blood from your mouth. Then nothing.

The last of the rain, now finished, continued to trickle down storm drains and off rooftops, while the silence in the streets offered no hint that the peace of Cardinal Hill had once again been broken. Neighbours, standing quietly in their homes, felt an unspoken fear, one that seemed to come without warning. In the safety of their homes, in the arms of their loved ones, surrounded by charms meant to protect them, they still felt a sudden, breath-stealing dread.

Those who looked out their windows or ventured outside saw nothing to explain the unease, yet the feeling was so overwhelming, so undeniable, that they couldn't shake it. Though only Silas, Felix, and Addie knew of the intruders in town, everyone in Cardinal Hill sensed that something was off, that something was wrong once more - or that, perhaps, the feeling of safety that had washed over them in the time between attacks had simply been an illusion.

This plot drop featured 03 of our player written characters;

Adelaide 'Addie' Sawyer is left with a blood nose, and mild bruising to the face.

Felix Holloway is left with a blood nose, substantial bruising to the face, and substantial bruising to the stomach.

Silas Addams is left with mild bruising to the face, substantial bruising to the side and chest, and one broken rib.

All Cardinal Hill residents experience an inexplainable feeling of dread, fear, and uneasiness during the ordeal.

All victims survive the encounter.

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hi there! do you think damian hardung fc would fit any of the current wanted connections?

Absolutely! Here's a short list of the connections that stood out the most to me, though I encourage any of our members to reply to this post with any others - even those unlisted - they'd love to see Damian Hardung fill.

One of Alma Edevane's high school best friends

Elizabeth Vasquez's best friend

Clover Fields' foster sibling

Lucky Howell's younger brother

A Prescott Ranch employee alongside Jesse Prescott

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opal is at opalcxrtis!! <3 (i may make a multimuse blog later but i just wanted to get her in lol)

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Opal Curtis.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Opal Curtis, the 22 year old maid at the Maplewood Inn originally from Atlanta. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're creative and timorous, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Lola Tung, lesbian, cis female, she/her.

Dorothy Prior’s half-sister WC!

OOC info ― Bri

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Valentino ‘Vale’ St. Clair.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Valentino ‘Vale’ St. Clair, the 27 year old ranch worker at Prescott Ranch originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're introspective and hot-tempered, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Timothée Chalamet, bisexual, male, and he/him.

Jesse Prescott's younger half-brother WC.

OOC info ― Christian!

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Arturo Fuentes, & Cecilia 'Cece' Campbell.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Arturo Fuentes, the 33 year old designer and tailor at Unraveled Thread originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're goofy and impulsive, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Danny Ramirez, heterosexual, cis man, and he/him.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Cecilia 'Cece' Campbell, the 39 year old chef at the Prescott Ranch originally from New Orleans, Louisiana. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're dedicated and self-critical, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― DeWanda Wise, demisexual, cis woman, and she/her.

Prescott Ranch employee WC!

OOC info ― Briana

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Matilda Espinoza.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Matilda Espinoza, the 33 year old trainer at Castillo's Boxing Gym originally from Santiago, Chile. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're devoted and prideful, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Adria Ajorna, queer, cis female and she/her.

Enzo Espinoza's sister WC!

OOC info ― Cici

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Gisela de Valois, Nova Harris, & Zion Adeyemi.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Gisela de Valois, the 52 year old owner of Little Red Barn Antiques & Shadow’s Curiosities originally from Canada. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're quick-witted and manipulative, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Madchen Amick, demisexual, cis woman, and she/her.

Clover Fields' biological mom WC!

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Nova Harris, the 26 year old teacher & KidLit author originally from Florida. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're creative and impulsive, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Khelani, queer, non-binary, and she/they.

Devin Sattler’s summer camp relationship/past romantic penpal WC!

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Theresa ‘Tessa’ Locke, the 29 year old fashion designer at Bonnie’s originally from Netherlands. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're adaptable and stubborn, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Luca Hollestelle, pansexual, cis woman, and she/her.

Rooney Caldwell’s childhood bestie / crush WC!

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Zion Adeyemi, the 33 year old Front of House Staff at Enchantment Theatre originally from Chicago. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're suave and pretentious, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Michael Evans Behling, heterosexual, cis man, and he/him.

Goldie Green’s front house staff/work bestie & Lorelei Bauer’s ex WCs!

 OOC info ― Kels, 37, she/her.

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Mateo Morales, & Hubert Tripps.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Mateo Morales, the 42 year old woodworker originally from Salem, Massachusetts. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're organized and insecure, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that they’re hiding something… ― Oscar Isaac, bisexual, male, and he/him.

Brook Adams’ childhood friend / first love WC.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Hubert Tripps, the 29 year old stockboy at Hometown Grocers originally from Cardinal Hill. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're likable and foolhardy, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Nicholas Galitzine, bisexual, male, and he/him.

The one Winter Hollis cheated on his ex with WC.

Corey Agnew’s lead vocals for Chasm WC.

OOC info ― Pea.

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As twilight falls over Cardinal Hill, a sudden crack of thunder unsettles the evening calm; an uneasy feeling washes over you, a feeling that you can't quite place. You furrow your brow and keeping moving forward - that's all you can do before you realize the extent of the dark magic that is about to wreak havoc throughout the once peaceful town. Welcome to Cardinal Hill, Sunday Jones.

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Sunday Jones, the 30 year old attendant at Thunderstruck Bowling Alley & artist originally from Cardinal Hill, WA. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're nurturing and independent, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― Ashley Moore, lesbian, woman, and she/her.

NPC Dianne Jones' cousin.

OOC info ― Freddie.

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Dante Reyes, our Ross Lynch, is looking for their cousin!

They’re either a human or witch, and are said to look like UTP. You do not have to but can contact Atlas @hearthandhallows before applying!

Name, FC, gender, etc, UTP, I just ask that they're similar in age. They moved to Dante to Cardinal Hill to keep an eye on him, because they know how he gets. They've always been the one that thinks first, while Dante always acts first. They're the chill to his chaotic energy, the kind of person who can tell Dante "Aye, that's not it, primo," and Dante would actually listen to them. Their favorite tradition is making tamales together! ☺️

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