˗ˋˏ * ✩ ˖° ━ 𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻 .

𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 / 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 .

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this is an incredibly  low maintenance  multimuse featuring  one primary, original character  and a bunch of  secondary muses varying in nature  but are mostly from  fantasy and sci-fi  based settings.  many are non-human.  NOTE :  when I say low maintenance, I do mean it.  my activity is spotty, I rarely bother with icons, and meta / trivia often outweighs in character writing.  I am here to relax and scream about our scrunklies.

written by KASZ !   she / they, 21+ !  |  ROSTER |  MEMES .

CURRENT FIXATIONS. MUSES :  Alex ! MEDIA :  clair obscur (spoilers tagged). transformers. gravity falls.  NOTE: Banshee has been moved to @darrigant.  excuse the mess as I edit this blog !

˗ˋˏ * ✩ rules below !

 1) mutuals exclusive.  in character interactions are reserved for those I follow, but worldbuilding, character development, or anonymous questions are open to anyone !

  2) 18+ only, preferably 21+. I myself am 27 and many of the characters on this blog feature dark and unsavory themes across a variety of media.  most things are tagged, but for both our sakes I prefer not to interact with minors.

 3) specify muse or I default to Banshee.  I have a lot of muses listed, most of which are ocs, because it would be an utter hassle to shift things around every time my hyperfixation changes.  the little star indicates who I have the most inspiration for, but everyone’s fair game !

4) formatting.  you do you !  I use small text, a bit of bold and italics, and the occasional double space.  sometimes I use icons for asks, but for the most part this blog is iconless. 

4) regarding private muses :  they are characters who require plotting, have particularly unsavory themes, or are not as developed as I would like them to be yet.  you are perfectly free to inquire about them !  I love infodumping about them !  I am simply not comfortable writing them without established context.

to be expanded as necessary. just communicate if something bothers you, don’t be a dick, and we’ll get along just fine ! 

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gonna have to do some changes on the multi soon, but ! banshee can be found @darrigant now.

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the fact that banshee can't really smile as humans do, so instead she learned to lightly squint her eyes in mimicry of one.

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been doing research for banshee's diet and teeth while working on her carrd, and it's really interesting to me how artists interpret her muzzle. it's pretty consistent as long as it's closed, minus obvious stylization, but my favourites have to be the ones where it looks like she has widdle fangs in the front, either on purpose or as byproduct.

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𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄  /  ARTIST : Katze_rote

NOT FOR PUBLIC USE.  Likes & reblogs allowed!  You are not authorized to repost, redistribute or use this artwork without express permission of @constellatory.  Do not remove this caption.

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because it came up recently : talon's holoform - human avatar - is usually a very masculine and athletic woman with short hair + undercut + sometimes braids. if asked, she'll talk all about how it's suited to her combat style and she loves being underestimated, but it honestly just feels right to her, even if she does not really put much thought into it. it's a very instinctual thing for her; not a lot of introspection. still goes by he / him on occasion.

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generic little starter call ! specify muse or I'll default to Banshee.

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some more banshee trivia

— banshee's people greet one another with physical touch, usually rubbing their necks and / or muzzles together. she herself has always used smaller gestures and been somewhat hesitant due to her shunned nature. nowadays she will usually default to a gentle touch to someone's nose or placing her muzzle against their hand, but for the most part uses whatever manner of greeting she has learned is appropriate for a given species. — she is the merchant that gives free stuff to children. usually they're small, silly figurines. but sometimes she also just has a basket of healthy snacks for people to take from as a complimentary goodie. — will not go anywhere near fire. it was already taught to be a destructive and hateful element before it engulfed her planet, and now it is a haunting reminder of the horrible things she has seen and done. smaller flames, such as candles, or contained ones like lanterns, are something she is mostly desensitized to, but open flames still frighten her greatly. — can't swim. there never was a reason or opportunity for her to learn. the blessed forbade people to go into the deeper swamps outside of specific reasons, and no one wanted to anyway because that is where not only those they cast out roamed, but also those who willingly stayed on the ground and remained carnivores. a blessed would never survive down there.

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thinking about how long banshee's planet was still burning after the fact. it's like three quarters forest, if not more, and with such gigantic trees, even with how fast fire can work, it probably takes years for it to truly stop. I imagine there's at least plenty of smoke and embers still going by the time she's truly independent.

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been pondering what banshee would dress up as on halloween, and although I love the idea of her as a kelpie ( bcs she'd just be decorating herself with plants, and her planet did have swamps ), I think she'd actually find it a little weird to dress up as a creature she potentially knows exists. some of them she even met. with the implication that you're meant to be scary, banshee will probably just overthink it and be " :( " at the idea of implying her fellow cryptids are scary, or be genuinely scared of dressing up as something evil. the whole idea of "just dress up as whatever for the fun of it" is kind of lost on her, even though I feel like the origins of halloween -- welcoming the harvest & warding off ghosts -- is something she could get behind if explained to her. she mostly knows the capitalist side of it, being a merchant and all. she's made plenty of decorations for holidays on the planets she stays.

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by the way, banshee makes sounds similar to an elk, for better or worse.

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one of the most defining — or rather distinct — traits of banshee's is that she will almost always take you at your word. if she knows it to be factually false, she will always assume genuine ignorance above intentional deceit. in turn, she herself is utterly truthful and her spoken word incredibly blunt. social decorum is a little lost on her; if she has a question, there is a good chance she will ask, no matter how personal. banshee is of a species that communicates by projecting their emotions and intentions around them. it is as natural as breathing. the very idea of deceit was largely foreign until some time before their civil war and the destruction of their planet. ( two utterly unrelated events, but the blessed inerpreted the solarstorm as the outcast's fault; that it is the direct result of them disturbing the peace. ) the ruling council of her caste, the blessed, had an inkling to some degree, but was largely convinced of their own good intentions and as such one might debate just how much of it was deception. their intentions and emotions were true, but fashioned with a larger plan in mind that would preserve the perfection they demanded of their society. the first to truly dabble in deception — in projecting false emotions and hiding malicious intent — were those cast from the blessed's great trees because they did not fit that perfect image, be it their behaviour or the circumstances of their birth. it is how eventually the civil war starts : outcasts infiltrating the blessed and throwing them from their high and mighty perches. although banshee did have more interactions with the outcasts than your average blessed, having almost become one, she never did learn to weave her emotions into a lie. and now, surrounded by creatures who largely communicate through very specific sounds, where emotions are conveyed through tone and expression, banshee has to make a very conscious effort to understand them. for all intents and purposes, one might call her tone-deaf. she has since learned that these sounds — these words — can easily be false, but not only is she a very trusting creature to begin with ( as was ingrained in her as a blessed ), it is difficult to listen for something you know not the sound of. on top of that, she suppresses her own field of emotions and intent because she has learned that most species are not only uncomfortable with it, but are as confused by it as she is with their communication — except hers has a bodycount. she witnessed her own torment cause another's death, and she is unwilling to take that risk. some more adjacently relevant ramblings over here !

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[ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone

  there is something to be said about her patience — nay, her tolerance, because what little thread of patience the eukarian reserves for orion pax and his unending list of activities — shenanigans — has long since snapped, frayed at the edges from the very moment they disappeared into great city's bowels, where all pretense for glamour is cast aside. 

  what is wrong with a good old chase through the streets ? there is something thrilling about dodging, climbing, and shoving obstacles to chase frantic prey. he knows she prefers a more direct hunt — how she thrives on fearful glances over a shoulder and all their stumbling. why must orion pax always have such clever ideas ?

  ❛ remind me why I let you drag me into these things ? ❜ strong voice is exasperated above all else, accompanied by the sharp edge of annoyance. eugh ! there is liquid and debris both creeping into crevices she hardly knew her legs even had. though the furthest from squeamish, she prefer it be the energon of her enemies, not whatever sludge is left to settle in places not meant for passage in the first place.

  ❛ next time — ❜ a hand lands on his arm, high as she can reach, and a taloned finger points at his face while her own bears sharp-fanged scowl ❛ — we take the roofs. ❜ yet despite all her complaints, the beastformer must admit : it is the quicker route. she knows, by the time they emerge, their path will intercept the culprit with ease.

  but orion pax will not hear such an admittance until all of this is over ( if at all ).

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banshee in gravity falls is just another local cryptid. sometimes uses her woodcarving skills to make homes for the smaller creatures. the fact that she's actually an alien isn't important, don't worry about it.

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  flick of an ear / tilt of her head, obsidian beast glances towards the sun's descent behind great treeline; how its light shrinks and shadows grow 'pon forest floor. a comfort for nocturnal creatures such as herself, but naught place for humanity's youth. she thinks him lost. why else would little pup be out here ?

  thus cautious steps draw tall beast closer with her head inclined as much as own form allows. and if her mere presence does not already encourage flight, a sturdy muzzle will seek to gently collide with the small human's chest to herd him in the direction she knows their civilization lies. / @th3rdeye / ❤

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“ you expect me to believe that ? ” ( for the axolotl? o: and also hellooo uwu thanks for following <3 )

  the doubt of a child is met with naught but patience. a luxury, perhaps, to those destined for a limited time 'pon the living realm, but here, where time looks away and space comes to sprawl out, patience is afforded them both in equal measure. here, where clouds cushion the steps of a youth and stars shine across the tapestry of an endless summersky.

  and there it floats : an enigma the color of bubblegum and cotton candy, devoid of sharp edges. so much larger ( than life ), yet holding untold serenity in the way its head inclines — in the gentle smile 'pon a round face. there is understanding for his dismissal; for such disbelief.

  after all, it is common for a human youth to shirk at the idea of making friends, particularly when feeling wronged by the world. there is comfort in solitude, great axolotl knows, and it has no desire to tear him from it, but it also knows there branches a path towards loneliness.

  ❛ It's a little scary, isn't it ? ❜ thus speaks soft voice unto a creation made of starstuff and thrust into the world like so many others, but especially he : little adrian, crafted with affinities to guide him and a sentimental gift safeguarding from those who would steal a form meant for none other, ❛ letting others know you. ❜

o' axolotl, entity unknown / mystery incarnate, you remember the atoms spun through your fingers : carefully plucked from existence and woven into tangible matter, left malleable enough for grand cosmos to bleed into fissures left behind by the coming ages. ( fragile still, yet already do you glimpse it flowing through him. )

  ❛ It's like... ❜ ethereal voice trails off and a paw settles on its chin, attention averting and visage scrunching almost comically in thought. the silence is filled with a quiet little hum from its throat, but soon enough the axolotl's features brighten with a sudden revelation. ❛ A dip in the lake ! ❜ cheerful and dramatic it comes, emphasizing the thought with an open gesture.

  ❛ The first step is freezing,❜ short arms hug a long body as it loosely curls in on itself, shivering, ❛ but if you just keep swimming; keep having fun — ❜ unfurling and spinning 'pon its back, it flows through sun-lit skies with playful ease ❛ — you'll warm up in no time ! ❜

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