#BURYNOT: a mutually exclusive and plot focused MULTI-MUSE made up of characters from various fandoms. from the wild west, to supernatural horrors, mythology and more. general content warnings apply, anything potentially triggering will be tagged. i will not follow anyone under the age of twenty-one. crossover and original characters welcome. knowledge of any fandom not required to interact.
REFERENCES: resident evil, dragon age, red dead redemption I and II, overwatch declassified, harbard studios' mariachi legends, wild hog's evil west, outlaws of thunder junction, dnd meta.
DONATE: palestine. sudan. haiti. congo. immigrant support. aid indiaโs heatwave.
001 : do not follow me if youย don't support free palastine, congo, sudan, haiti, etc.. nor if you are under the age of eighteen, i do like to mainly follow people above the age of twenty-one, however that is not set in stone. i don't use face claims, unless i am absolutely certain they aren't zionist or some other form of terrible.
002 : some of the muses on my roster do come from shitty companies or developers that i don't wish to associate directly with, a lot of my muses canons have either been tweaked or expanded on to make them more my own!
003 : DO NOT INTERACT if you write characters from: stranger things, harry potter, peaky blinders, attack on titan, the boys, euphoria, stranger things. fellow multi-muses are not an exception.
bigotry, racism, misogyny, dead dove content and any other weird behavior and antisemitism etc. is a block on sight. i am also making an effort to steer away from excessive negativity and personal posting. any use of chatbots/ai for art, writing, and otherwise.
004 : the best way to interact with me is via meme, i don't consider any of them to expire. specify, or don't! so long as you are alright with dealer's choice. with that in mind: if you follow me first, i would hope there is someone you are interested in! running a multi gets confusing and i do ask that if you initiate plotting, one of my muses is a thought.
005 : ย ย this is a generalย warningย for things like violence, murder, greed, child death, alcohol and drug use, some sexual content, all of which will be tagged appropriately.ย smut will only ever be discussed or written with my 21+ muses.ย also, obviously, mun does not equal muse. some of mine are dumb and mean. and evil.
006 : ย ย i would like to note that several of my muses are not of the same ethnical or cultural background as i, and i wholeheartedly welcome any criticism or correction, i will also do by best to treat everything with respect as a whole.
some of my originally white muses' backgrounds have also been rewritten due to how i see their coding personally.i try not to rotate my muses too much; more often than not i remove muses who i don't have the chance or inspiration to create content for.
i try not to rotate my roster too much; more often than not i remove muses who i don't have the chance or inspiration to create content for.
007 : ย i do tend to prioritize my friends and those i get to chat with on a regular basis when it comes to replies. this is and never will be personal. i have specific ideals on what friendship looks like; things like being mutuals here and on discord, or what have you do not automatically mean we are close. friendship is built through trust and bonding. if i ever don't return a specific sentiment, again, it is not you. it's me.
008 : in regards to shipping, i try to practice ship exclusivity which means i try keep to one version of a muse per ship. shipping generally requires chemistry and a decent out of character connection.
009 : ย my name is sol, i'm 26, mexican/jewish-american and trans. i play a lot of video games when i'm not here and welcome my mutuals to ask for my discord, steam, psn at any time.
she could feel the emotion that seethed, burning from his shoulders and clenched teeth. there felt no point in dwelling on how said scrap could have been avoided; it was over now, and they earned a story to tell. darcy kept her arm tightened to support his pull, letting go once he was properly upright. a snicker of sorts brought itself forward, teeth baring in amusement as his decision making tugged either which way. fingers plucked what was offered to her, she used it to dab blood from her mouthโs corners.
" thatโs all anyone else needs to know. not like we owe them an entire essay on our shit timing. " insisted with a halfhearted gesture to hand said handkerchief back. " we could show up separately if being seen with me is oh so horrifying for you. " voice pitched slightly in her throat in bittersweet mockery, her true feelings in somehow expressive eyes. just for a moment. she wouldnโt disagree, more than willing to at least get them out of the ordeal. " just let me do the talking. " exhaled as she began on foot, ignoring the obvious sting with each step.
pointed ears gave a listen, despite her lack of outward enthusiasm; didnโt matter what kind of car it was, at the end of the day. so long as it got her out faster than her other half could claw itโs way through her ribcage. said beast was well faster than any set of wheels, but lilah preferred to keep to contained. lips gave a thoughtful purse, eyes that matched her preferred drink gave a long glance at worn out boots.
" everything, technically. " her words pooled at the top of her tongue, drawl rolling off of it with a toss of her head to get hair out of her face. " i uh- i hunt folk to pay the bills. take โem in for what i can get. " she explained, as though the rusted pair of chain cuffs dangling from her belt werenโt there for show. " thought i could stand holdinโ up a backup plan. "
@mindfade's geralt of rivia to dorian pavus : you seem to have me all figured out. and here i thought we were still getting to know each other.
steps had done their job, trailed through the thick of the woods; trees speaking with every gust of wind. not his preferred scenery, the necromancer partial to places of the darker sort. though, it did indeed triumph the cold and miserable weather of the coast. in a clearing of flattened dirt rested a camp, temporary, but fit for the occasion. the settling calm that trailed behind settling down always left him restless. wanting more where he could have none. and what better to do than what he best? run his tongue, of course. it tended to work in his favor.
" well, my rather proficient way of understanding others is usually what keeps me alive. " said with a gratifying tilt of the head, knuckles supporting his chin while the rest of him bared his weight against a solid tree. " i wouldnโt go as far as suggesting my knowledge has reached completion, however. " the almighty before him did bear more than what rested upon his face, he had gathered. " now seems to be as good of a time as ever to tell me what i donโt know. "
immobilization held up as his greatest foe; every instance repetition of the slaughter from a sword, his former body splayed. decades prior, the same feeling would have boiled a frightening rage within the chest of a machine, leaving no hope for his surroundings the moment his wrists were free from tightened bounds. the present, however, left him sat in a quiet calm and flickering hope. patience for his time to break free.
it paid off, as it tended to; shoulders vented with the appearance of a familiar silhouette. an intimidating all-fours that had genji biting his cheek behind steel face plate. not quite enough to dull the shame he felt for landing in such a compromising position as it was, but just about.
" don't be. " he murmured low with a turn of his body, angling his tied up arms towards the spider in a quiet ask for help. once free, the cyborg attempted to gather himself into a stand, his legs in poorer shape than usual. they held him upright anyway, shown by the way he resumed a stance ready for anything. " maybe next time. " dried humor in addition, a hand reached back for his hilt. " i will always keep up with you. " a solid promise, head tilted with a quiet nod. " show the way. "
sharpened brow rose in slight challenge with the drop of his arm; it resumed stationary, readied for anything. early days of golden hour, glistening and vibrant blues, smiling faces drifted through the very back of his conscience. memories of the chain-link between himself and whom he was supposed to call a family, facing the world. the troubles it had to offer. " old? ... you've got me there. " deciding to let it slide, all in good fun, his expression resumed an understanding. of course, he knew the type when he saw it. almost like looking into a lonely mirror.
" wise ... i could name a few people who'd put up a good argument. " continued with an exhale from the chest, voice crackling with an inner being. something unbeknownst. " you seem to know what you're doing- for the most part. " another jest, and an indirect way of suggesting he needn't be thanked. " your team. they seem pretty important to you. "
reminding that neil druckmannโs โinspirationโ behind the last of us is rooted in zionism and has admitted to the in-game conflict being based off of the palestinian genocide.
@bullsh1fter to zoey rojas : so, uh, what did you say your name was?
the sound of dragging feet against asphalt felt harsh against temporarily quieted air; the storm they'd braved had now passed, leaving revelation. two formerly lonesome groups were now one, which meant strengthened odds and the art of being social. something she'd always had the hang of, even before; ellis' couldn't seem to make up his mind, however. she managed a closed smile, glancing his way as the others remained a few steps ahead. sure, she could stand to humor him.
" zoey. " reminded with a tilt of the head, her hand still fastened around the gun strap over her shoulder. contemplative became her features while everyone else's voices grew distant. " you can relax, y'know. with the world gone to shit, who's there to impress? " spoken through her teeth was the last half of her sentence. a nod bid towards him now, a change of subject. " your shirt's pretty cool. what's it from? "
@mindfade's bucky barnes to felicia hardy : this look like a shoulder to cry on to you?
" you got me there. " trailed along with nightโs breeze, the cat sat high with an angled tilt, silver pooling at her shoulders. cheek met curled knuckles, her posture did well in remaining ready to pounce, while providing the idea she was truly listening. she hadnโt made her stance fully as a plea for help, perhaps things were getting a little lost in translation.
" it does look sturdy. iโm sure it could stand a few tears. " breathed out with a shift, body stretching out into a stand, claws splaying with the movement. they caught the moonโs gaze, revealing their pointed ends. " look, if you donโt wanna know, then I wonโt tell ya. " continued with a drop to his level, a perfect landing to unravel into crossed arms and shifted weight. something held at the tip of her tongue, the benefit them both, bit back with a harsh swallow. " unlike most, i can take a hint when iโm not wanted. "
@redlands' roy harper to richard grayson : [30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.
early hour with nowhere to be; something to take advantage of, given the opportunity. when the itch to keep moving wasnโt embedded beneath the skin, or tension in restless muscles was no more. an unmade bed had experienced a full nightโs rest and the lingering of dawn, probably the most dickโs apartment had seen him the entire week. not just, it would seem the archer who occupied the other half of his space had caught onto simmering restlessness and nagging, distant need for obligation. roy knew how to read him; on any other day it would piss him clean off. the present, though, he would learn to live.
trust and surrender manifested, his body splayed comfortably against cooled sheets. it took every bit of him to calm the echo behind his eyes, their gaze focused on the frame above. hovering, telling him what he needed to hear while removing already thinly laid barriers of clothing. heavy eyelids narrowed his vision, a hand at royโs hip for the illusion, lest he be completely puddled into the otherโs palms. he would.
" whereโre you goinโ? " murmured with a glide of his own fingers up royโs side to stop at his neck, accommodating the way harper drifted lower. kisses trailed over warmed skin, his abdomen tensing with each greeting. none surprising as teeth snagged at his waistband, pulling a huff from his throat. he sank even further into the feeling, knees bending with a slight lift of the hips to help out at least a little.
" awfully slow for someone so fast. " another mumble through barely parted lips, followed by a stifled grunt as he was set free. cheeks warmed, his need couldnโt hide and now stood tall against the morning sun. " get that โฆ look off your face. " again, affectionate and keen, head tossing back with a brief squeeze of his eyelids. no one riled him up and twisted him around quite like roy harper did.
@2814s to blonde blazer : [04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.
a new sense of 'normal' didn't feel too bad, certainly not with a man who made her heart beat right out of her chest. or ruffled her professionalism in favor taking it easy, an indulgence amanda ever so slowly gave way to, so long as hal was around to see it through. even the rowdy, slightly stuffy mingling of an after office party; everyone's content and worried not faces broke down the tension in her shoulders. a sip of a cocktail or two, her personality returning in short bursts, a toss back of the head and laughter bubbling from the throat. alternatively, a hand around his arm, leaning in with her entire frame.
lack of tension, responsibility perhaps meant being the opposite; duty left behind for something more enjoyable. she didn't feel so much like herself in the best way, with each catching of his eyes and brush of their bodies be it in passing or dance. there came a freedom, of sorts, once she realized no one else would bat an eye to their symbol of hope letting loose for one night. one which proved to be long, escalating in heated cheeks and curled fingers. she was thankful for the way he took the lead in some ways, quietly whisking her away from all of the noise.
" so you did know what you were doing? " what would often be hesitance found itself replaced by a bold want, her arms immediate around his neck to feel his frame against hers. now stationed on rooftop high, nothing but the stars to witness. " i should be embarrassed at how much of a- giddy twenty-something year old you make me feel. " admitted with a breath, an inhale between her words as realization began to dawn. a hand dragged down his chest, cheek between her teeth. a fluttery feeling had made it's home in her chest, drifting down into the depths of her stomach. " you don't think anyone'll notice? "
questioned as she brought that same hand up to cup his cheek, before fingers curled around his neck so she could pull herself into a kiss. firm, more so than what she offered usual. โ you are taking me home, right? โ ย ย a pause, her lower half dared to press just that much further. ย ย โ i'd be even more embarrassed if that wasn't your plan- โ
