TO EVERY STAR, AND THOSE THAT SEEK THEM.

A selective indie multimuse containing both OCs and canon muses from TTRPGs, games, and manga. Mostly SFW, with a potential 18+ age warning. Written by (and follows from) Pownan. Please read the rules before interacting.

[butane-muses]

"...Why, isn't there a better alias? That's the name of a DEAD LEGEND... and a man, at that. But, thank you— you saved my life." "That's not an alias, though... then MUSASHI was a man in this world, as well? Well, in any case... time to act like a Servant! How's about you tell me your wish?"

— once and again, BUTANE-MUSES: an 18+ indie canon and oc roleplay blog featuring Saber/Berserker Servant MIYAMOTO MUSASHI from the video games Fate/Grand Order and Fate/Samurai Remnant.

semi-selective, mutuals only.

friendly with canon, ocs, crossovers, and verses!

please note that dark themes may be present. mun is 18+.

feel free to refer to the interest tracker!

lastly, please read the rules before interacting!

( credit to calisources for the PSD template! )

further credit for materials and graphics under the cut—

@cafekitsune for the text dividers

@supersources for the icon templates

@miumariee for the muse roster doc template

Photo credit to Bret de Colebi, featuring Musashi's shrine entrance

[monmuses]

@pownan asked: [  stay  still  ]  sender  gently  stops  receiver  from  pushing  themselves  too  hard ( from Coral Glasses to ENA :3 ) [ @butane-muses ] ; ⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮

    A pause was all it took. She hadn't realized how worn out her shoes were at this point, turning around to face Coral with those sharp eyes of hers. Though, it was funny to see just how many curves her face bore. The way the chunk of coral on the right side of her face pulsated in color. It was strange, but beautiful.

    "Ah, I assume this is some way to yank down my tie and give me more paperwork?" She hummed, right side of her face smirking as it always did. "You know how busy my days get. I can't sleep! Takes me hours to try."

[butane-muses]

It wasn't so obvious at first, but seeing the way the Salesman walked made it clearer. An unstable, wobbly pace, amid quiet huffing, likely from the large load they were carrying in their floating arms. Almost too much, for nearly too long... but there was no one else around to remind her of that. The worker-entity made a cursory glance around, as if to check for any passers-by– not that there were any, strangely enough.

Still... she had space to approach, so approach she did.

Her gait was stiff despite the emptiness. She offhandedly straightened her collar (not knowing why, she only felt it right), and when she came within a suitable-feeling distance... she gave a sharp sigh, gingerly raised a hand, and clapped it upon ENA's shoulder.

The sound of a telephone receiver being lifted echoed through the hall— a telltale sign that she wanted to talk. She heard ENA first; their tone was still singsong and bright, much like the plain but clear red on that side of their face, but the words they spoke were... worrisome. That was the word. Still, such dissonance could only hold stably for so long. As a being born to work, she knew as much.

With this in mind, her own voice— often timid and fuzzy with vocal interference— was now lightly woven with concern.

[ Valued ENA... Um... this is no request for further work. Though your tenacity is commendable, your physical state is liable cause for worry. H– have you... ]

She paused, glancing sideways, before turning to face them again. The rust-red rings lining the growth at her right eye pulsed gently, as she let the words come through.

[ ...have you had sustenance today? Rested, at all? If you go on like this, liquidation of your form is all but certain. I... I humbly request that you take a leave of recuperation, ENA. ]

Worrywart though she was, it hurt to see someone so diligent work themselves so thin. ENA's comment about her sleep schedule was certainly not doing either of them any favors. Coral would take the liability— ENA needed rest. She would accept that, on her authority as a giver of errands.

[ ...Please. ]

[monmuses]

                        𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌                     𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇' 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗌

                                    𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺                                 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶~​

    an indie multi-muse roleplay blog ft. JEFF THE LAND SHARK from Marvel! 18+ & mutuals only, low-to-medium activity due to college. features hundreds of canon and original characters ranging from different medias. chomped by toastie. credits to calisources

personals & non-roleplay blogs dni!

[thepineapplepanda]

Instagram | Bluesky | X

[monmuses]

@slicing-clovers

[pompedia]

      ❛ 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐒 ❜

#𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀: a pretty large multi muse blog featuring Charlotte La Bouff from Disney's The Princess and the Frog, as well as lots of other muses from lots of other fandoms and media.

 ❛ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 ❜

                      ©

[memesfromstuff]

with tumblr often glitching and unfollowing people on accident, reblog this if it is okay for (former) mutuals to message you if they notice you suddenly unfollowed them out of nowhere, asking if it was a mistake — granted if it wasn't, the person remains respectful of your decision and leaves it at that once they get an answer.

everyone can reblog this, but i figure this is especially good for those of us who use the (soft) blocking feature if we decide to unfollow someone instead of just unfollowing. this way, we can be alerted if tumblr has unfollowed a friend of ours without us noticing, as well as the other mutual not having to have anxiety about you suddenly hating them or worrying that you'll get upset for them asking if it was a mistake or not.

this, of course, does not mean that you are okay with people pushing to continue conversations with you if you say you unfollowed them. let's all be adults here.

[monmuses]

                              ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ?                               ᴍʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ                           ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ,                                    ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ...

       massive oc & canon multi-muse ft. AUGUSTIN LAMBERT / THE BEAST                 from AMNESIA: THE BUNKER. shredded by toastie.                              template & psd & art credits

[vyragosa]

MISS MUSASHI..! i wish people would say “harold” when they see us

[monmuses]

                    is it really you?

                                                or is it déjà vu?

    MONMUSES — a canon & oc multi-muse blog centered around the HORROR genre ft. JAMES SUNDERLAND from the SILENT HILL series. 18+ due to recurring themes like psychological horror, sexual themes, suicide, etc. mostly true to canon with a slight twist. PUNISHED BY TOASTIE & ♡ + ↻ if interested!

psd & template credits

[rpmemegraveyard]

PSA: This RP Blog is firmly Anti-AI.

There's been somebody (or some people) using anonymous messages going around certain RPC's threatening people that if they don't become less selective and write with them, they'll use their writing to feed an AI so they can write with that instead.

Not only is this weird and blatantly creepy, as people are allowed to be as selective as they please and threatening someone only looks bad on your end. Even outside of the broad debates about AI, AI generated work has no place in the RPC, a collaborative hobby between artists and writers to engage with another human being.

This blog will not engage with people who openly use AI to generate writing, graphics, or whatever the machine coughs out with stolen work. AI's are well documented to scrape different places for data. You are using stolen work. AI generated content, writing especially, goes against what the RPC stands for. End of story.

[butane-muses]

[ // ] Good day, and merry 2026! Hoping everyone had a good holiday with friends and family close by.

[ // ] As things are, I've got my work cut out for me for a good while— I'm currently taking nightly classes for two nights a week at a teacher's college, with a potential internship on the way. Unfortunately, this is part of why my presence here petered out by the end of the year. Still, it's looking productive and otherwise steady on that front.

[ // ] Plus, now that the routine for that has fallen into place, I'm feeling confident enough to put a mark on all that and get started writing here again! Besides, I'm fresh off the heels of the holiday break, and am ready to get productive.

I'll post memes and tackle drafts when I can, but as always, feel free to reach out to me if you want to plot or if you've got anything you want to chat on musewise. I'd be happy to respond and develop on that! I want to keep having fun here, and besides, this hobby of mine is too great to even think about letting down.

[ // ] Thank you guys, for sticking with me for another full year. Let's make this next one good, too.

Warm regards, — Pownan

[uniiicornmemes]

On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭

[  TXT  ]  :  quick.  no  time  to  explain.  pick  one:  frogs  or  lasers.

[  TXT  ]  :  why  are  you  still  awake?

[  TXT  ]  :  what  would  you  do  if  i  texted  “i’m  outside”  and  actually  was?

[  TXT  ]  :  would  you  still  like  me  if  i  was  a  worm?  be  honest.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  dare  you  to  stop  thinking  about  me  for  one  minute.  bet  you  can’t.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  saw  something  shiny  and  dramatic  and  thought  of  you.

[  TXT  ]  :  wanna  make  bad  decisions  together  or  what?

[  TXT  ]  :  how  illegal  would  it  be  if  i  showed  up  with  a  raccoon  in  a  cowboy  hat?

[  TXT  ]  :  you  looked  hot  today  btw.  not  that  you  asked.

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  want  the  good  news,  the  bad  news,  or  the  chaotic  news  first?

[  TXT  ]  :  okay,  so  hear  me  out. cereal  is  basically  cold  soup,  right?

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  villain  origin  story?

[  TXT  ]  :  thinking  about  you.  thought  you  should  know.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  we  were  in  a  rom-com,  this  is  the  part  where  we’d  kiss  in  the  rain.  just  saying.

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  toxic  trait  in  uno?

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  say  something  reckless,  will  you  pretend  you  didn’t  hear  it?

[  TXT  ]  :  how  mad  would  you  be  if  i  said  “let’s  get  matching  tattoos”  and  meant  it?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  hope  something  good  happens  to  you  today.  like,  you  find  five  dollars.

[  TXT  ]  :  i  have  a  plan.  it’s  chaotic  and  underdeveloped.  you  in?

[  TXT  ]  :  you  make  my  brain  go  all  soft.  thanks  a  lot.

[  TXT  ]  :  which  one  of  us  would  survive  a  horror  movie?  and  who’d  die  in  the  dumbest  way?

[  TXT  ]  :  i  just  caused  a  scene  at  the  grocery  store.  be  ready  to  alibi  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  something  that  always  makes  you  smile?

[  TXT  ]  :  do  you  think  we’d  get  banned  from  a  museum  if  we  tried  hard  enough?

[  TXT  ]  :  i’m  bored.  flirt  with  me.

[  TXT  ]  :  tell  me  a  secret  you’ve  never  said  out  loud.

[  TXT  ]  :  if  you  were  here  right  now,  what  would  we  be  doing?

[  TXT  ]  :  be  honest.  did  you  think  about  me  today?

[  TXT  ]  :  if  i  told  you  i  missed  you,  would  you  say  it  back  or  leave  me  on  read?

[  TXT  ]  :  what’s  your  comfort  movie  and  do  you  wanna  watch  it  with  me?

[  TXT  ]  :  you’re  my  favorite  notification.  don’t  make  it  weird.

[  TXT  ]  :  this  is  me  texting  you  instead  of  overthinking.  you’re  welcome.

[rpmemegraveyard]

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

For example, a stormtrooper mask: “A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realize that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”

[ccloverflowers]

some really old enacorals. and by really old i mean from may but i still super like them so they're going here

[butane-muses]

@monmuses :)

[lunadarkbloom]

@ cyber_punk_city_kanazawa on instagram 💙

[redgentleengie]

Jonathan blinked as she called his words pretentious, but he shoved down his pricked pride until she and Justice finished speaking. Perhaps his boldness in merely approaching her gave his words an air of arrogance they were not intended to have.

When they had said their piece, he stood up straight again, and took a quiet breath. "My apologies for interrupting the wait for your breakfast. If there is a more opportune time and place we could continue this conversation, I would be happy to do so then. But first I must be sure you do not misunderstand my intentions.

"You speak of absolution, of a release from guilt. Perhaps it's my pride talking, but I'm not looking for a pardon for what I've done. I simply want to know how I stand. Will I be going to Hell, and how severely will I deserve to be punished, if so?"

"Perhaps it's a question for the both of you- after all, judgement follows the weighing of the scales, does it not?- but is it truly so impossible to tell me where I stand now? Do you truly not know how I would be judged if I died in this moment, or are you forbidden from telling me that information?"

He sighed, closing and opening his hands a couple times to avoid getting worked up. If there was a God above, perhaps this was Jonathan's sign that he should give up a lifelong desire of his. Still, to be so close to knowing...

A thought occurred to him. "I've taken up too much of your time already, but I must ask this one last thing. Justice spoke of a glamour," he said, looking in her direction, "that masks our conversation until, apparently, I leave the cafe. My question is, if you aren't open to being approached, if I cannot have this request fulfilled... why am I here speaking with you now? How can I see you for what you are, hear what you have to say?"

[butane-muses]

WITH HER INITIAL EFFORT to deter him spent, Judgement could only settle her frustrations with a jarringly gentle sigh. With a careful metal claw, she brushed back a lock of white hair away from her face, letting it join the rest of her idly flowing mane as she rested her other hand back on her hip. She let her shining white eyes peer over to a random spot on the floor, away from his face, as she considered his words aloud.

"A mere change of service area does not void the services we can render to you, mortal. Implying the liquidation of our company was not my intention. Of course, things can only get so low when it comes to Hell..." she noted, before giving him a pointed stare.

The light in her gaze seemed bright and piercing enough to bore into his mind. It shifted around slightly, as if she was contemplating the very weight of his deeds in it, right before her brows furrowed more gently.

"—but with how eager you seem to speak with us, I am sure you know that well enough."

Croissant and black coffee for Judgement? Finally, the barista made themselves clear. Justice raised her hand to flag them down before stepping over to get her junior's order. Yet still, the demoness in question was set on placating this... almost overeager new client.

"To be even clearer, Ironwright, nothing is preventing you from settling an appointment with us. Given who we are and what we do, retribution of sin is not going anywhere. Not on our watch... or mine, at least—"

In due time, Justice handed Judgement their order. "Heeeere we are, honey~..." She gave a healthy pat to their shoulder with one hand before finishing her coffee with the other.

"—Thank you, senior. All that we ask, in return, is that you be discreet when coming to meet us."

"You're very welcome~ but even then, hotshot," Justice interjected, giving the man an upward nod, "no need to worry about making yourself clear. We'll know. We're supposed to, whenever someone comes lookin' for us.

"That said, though... when do you want to stop by? I've a feeling that a proper date on the calendar might quiet all that suspense rattling in your skull." Blind as she may have been, she could well hear the urgency in Jonathan's voice. Sealing an appointment on the spot would serve a fitting courtesy.