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a multimuse blog featuring muses from overwatch, apex legends, voltron, & more! as adored by grey

[dayanghan]

** blog is still slight a work in progress!!  bio docs for each muse that include verse info and headcanon links are being made slowly, one by one.

independent, private, & selective multiverse multimuse featuring canon muses. penned by grey ― 29, they/them, -8 PST.

CARRD.

     ➳  muselist & rules.

INTERACT.

     ➳  prompts: meme.      ➳  prompts: sentences.      ➳  starter calls.      ➳  inbox calls.      ➳  open starters.

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    ➳  byanyan  —  byan aka yeong-hwan byun  —   original character     ➳  circumstanceworn  —  si-u kang & minjoon baek  —   original character multimuse

[nightiingaled-a]

I think there’s a F L A W                              in my C O D E.

[threebetrayals]

…the world is just an ELABORATE TAPESTRY of  L I E S.

carrd.   template.

[dayanghan]

so goose enabled the hell out of me last night (not that it was hard). i’m moving scara to his own little home. kinda got a great url for him so it made it that much harder to resist lmao...

he’s pretty much set up, been working on things since last night, so feel free to follow if it interests you ♡

[dayanghan]

me:  *realizing i’m slowly collecting more and more overwatch mutuals* also me:  so this little gremlin with mommy issues in the giant hat is my newest fave...

[dayanghan]

@rosemourne​  ✧ ∘ ˚  genshin muse sc.

     “ traveler, perfect timing! ”

  appearing almost as if from NOWHERE, though his heavy breath indicates he’s been running, the bard skids to a stop before the familiar face. taking not even a single second to explain himself, he steps quickly forward, placing his hands briefly on the sides of lumine’s arms while he peers up into her face. 

     “ stay here for a sec. don’t move, okay? ”  eyes glinting with mischief, he suddenly darts behind the traveler, pressing their backs together and falling silent. within moments, a couple of OUT OF BREATH  guards run by, eyes searching along the street, annoyed looks upon their faces. fortunately, they seem irritated and tired enough that they don’t notice the weak, improvised hiding place venti has created for himself — something for which he exhales a sigh of relief.

     “ whew, that was close. i was starting to think they might catch up with me! ”  voice breezy as ever now that his POTENTIAL ARREST seems to be out of the picture, at least for the moment, the bard steps around to face lumine once more, positively beaming. AND absolutely changing the subject before she can interject.  “ i was hoping you might return to monstadt soon, you know. where are you back from this time? and did you happen to bring along a souvenir for little old me? ”

[dayanghan]

this one’s a soft little starter call for my genshin muses because my brain will not shut up about them. ♡ if you’d like one thrown at you, comment if you’ve got a preference OR if you’re a multi to lmk who you’d like a starter for!

[dayanghan]

idk if it’s because i know some of what’s coming or not, but right off the bat things in sumeru feel... ominous.

[dayanghan]

this one’s a soft little starter call for my genshin muses because my brain will not shut up about them. ♡ if you’d like one thrown at you, comment if you’ve got a preference OR if you’re a multi to lmk who you’d like a starter for!

[dayanghan]

rosemourne​  ✧ ∘ ˚  morax.

after  all  the  trouble  he’d  gone  through  to  rid  himself  of  the  title  of  archon,  zhongli  had  found  that  while  he  was  enjoying  his  new  incognito  ‘mortal’  life  -  there  were  still  a  few  things  that  left  the  Lord  of  Geo…  unimpressed.  perhaps  had  the  removal  of  his  gnosis  also  left  him  void  of  his  adeptus  senses  and  needs,  he  would  have  found  himself  more…  comfortable.  but  alas,  that  was  an  unfortunate  core  tenant  of  his  makeup,  and  one  he  could  not  part  with  short  of…  well,  death,  and  that  wasn’t  high  on  his  mortal  bucket  list  at  the  moment. zhongli  had  counted  on  a  great  many  things  with  the  death  of  rex  lapis  and  his  subsequent  retirement.  most  of  what  he  had  accounted  for  had  come  to  fruition,  though  the  appearance  of  that  plucky  traveler  had  been  an  unexpected  bonus.  yes,  he  had  neglected  to  set  aside  a  sum  of  mora,  or  secure  himself  a  career  (outside  of  funeral  consultations),  but  all  in  all  -  he  thought  things  were  working  out  well  for  him  thus  far.  except  for  one  part.                                                                                      he  was  lonely. that  feeling  was  not  particularly  unusual  for  him,  but  at  some  point  along  the  way  he’d  convinced  himself  with  the  retirement  of ‘morax’  that  he  would  be  able  to  feel  the  ease  of  human  companionship  he’d  found  so  enviable  from  the  citizens  of  liyue.  and  yet  zhongli  -  no,  morax  -  was  finding  that  he  could  remove  his  gnosis,  he  could  cast  down  his  title,  and  he  could  act  as  positively  human  as  he  wanted  but  there  was  no  erasing  his  6,000  years  of  living,  his  experiences.  there  was  no  erasing  the  divinity  that  made  him  up,  or  the  deeds  that  had  earned  him  such  devotion…  and  fear. so  he  was  feeling  rather  sorry  for  himself,  if  he  had  to  admit,  perhaps  even  a  bit  cross  with  his  circumstances.  zhongli  was  not  one  to  mope  but  he’d  found  himself  sequestered  in  his  apartment  anyway,  grumbling  over  a  pot  of  tea.  yet  the  knock  draws  him  away  from  his  brew,  and  he  moves  to  the  door  with  fluid  grace.  had  he  maybe  not  been  so…  vaguely  morose  he  might  have  caught  an  inkling  of  who  was  on  the  other  side,  but  zhongli  thought  nothing  of  it  as  he  swung  the  door  wide,  and  like  a  breath  of  sea-tinted  wind,  found  his  past  right  on  his  door  step.            “barbatos.” deep,  smooth  baritone  is  warm  with  surprise,  and  he  stares  at  the  slight  bard  like  some  kind  of  rare  bird  has  descended  before  him.  seeing  the  anemo  archon  in  the  flesh  again,  seeing  any  of  the  archons  in  the  flesh  again,  it  always  brings  too  much  back  too  quickly.  a  long  moment  ticks  by,  then  another,  just  enough  to  potentially  be…  awkward,  before  he  steps  aside  to  allow  the  other  in. “this  is  unexpected.”  but  his  voice  is  not  cold,  not  stony.  barbatos  is  not  unwelcome  here.  for  a  moment,  zhongli  stands  there  -  a  bit  lost  on  preamble  -  before  noting  the  (unopened)  bottles  in  his  arms  and  arching  a  brow  in  response. “in  that  case,  please  make  yourself  comfortable.  far  be  it  from  me  to  turn  down  free  drink-”  even  if  it  was  that  lightly  spiced  water  mondstadt  passed  off  as  wine.  alcohol  is  alcohol,  zhongli  thinks,  disappearing  to  procure  some  jade  emblazoned  glasses  that  he  had  crafted  with  his  own  hands. “i  am  simply  surprised  to  see  you  here  after…  ah,  everything.”

     “ is it really that much of a surprise? ”

  stepping through the threshold, a gentle breeze pushes the door closed behind him as bright teal eyes flit about, idly taking in the sight of the place morax has decided to call home. perhaps he’s misjudged the difficulty the other has been facing in his adjustment to this new life, if he’s not even SLIGHTLY anticipated this visit. or, more likely, there have been more important things than one carefree bard occupying his thoughts.

     “ how could i NOT come to see how liyue is faring after the death of their beloved archon? not to mention how he must be faring now that he’s taken his hands off the wheel, entrusting the ship he built with his BARE HANDS over so many lifetimes to those for whom he built it. ”  a glance cast morax’s way is somewhat pointed, but it’s diffused the next moment as the bottles of wine are set upon the table and venti himself drops quite unceremoniously into a chair. though his grin has subsided, a pleasant smile remains in its stead as he awaits his companion’s return, presumably with glasses.

     “ i know how you feel about monstadt’s wine, but i DID go out of my way to bring the very best. it was a lot of work to come up with that much mora, you know. ”  changing the subject for the moment while very intentionally avoiding the TRUTH of him sneaking his way out of dawn winery with the bottles behind his back, the anemo archon sighs over his arduous, imaginary efforts. 

as curious as he is to know how morax is handling everything, what had him making such a decision in the first place, and so much more—  ...it seems wiser to begin with something LIGHTER. it’s hardly good etiquette to barge in only to immediately start pestering one’s host with questions, after all. they’re long overdue for a visit anyway, regardless of present circumstances.

     “ i WAS going to bring something more to your taste, but the people of liyue don’t seem to care much for my tunes. ”

[bl00dalchemist]

She is indeed trying….

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 (  send 🌸 or ‘RANDOM’ for me to use a random number generator to determine which one of my muses you’ll receive a starter from.  )

[dayanghan]

@rosemourne​  ✧ ∘ ˚  vaguely plotted starter!

  it’s funny, he thinks, as he makes his way up the stone path, how this is the SECOND old friend he’s found himself reuniting with over such a short span of time, particularly given the length of time between now and his LAST VISIT with either of them. while he’d certainly planned to let more time pass before ANOTHER such reunion... well, after hearing events retold by the traveler upon returning from their adventures in liyue, he couldn’t find it in himself to put a visit of HIS OWN off for all that long.

morax, of all the archons, taking a step back and leaving control of the future to his PEOPLE? it’s quite the change. one venti approves of, naturally, but that’s what makes it all the more SURPRISING. they’ve always had contrasting ideas of how best to run their regions, but now the one once so active in his watching over of liyue is deciding it best to let the mortals living in the region make their own decisions for the future? he can’t deny his own curiosity, his own interest in what it is that CHANGED the geo archon’s mind. plus... the idea of morax taking to life among his mortal subjects after faking his death IS pretty intriguing on its own. not to mention funny.

a couple of (surprisingly) unopened bottles of wine held in the crook of his arm, venti raises his free hand to rap sharply yet cheerfully on the door. if he were to GUESS, he’d say that morax is expecting him to show up eventually — perhaps not so soon, though likely in this precise way. he certainly hasn’t been invited, but that’s never stopped him from turning up on the odd doorstep here and there before. BESIDES, he has a feeling morax might like to have some company, particularly from someone who’s been around for nearly as long as he.

when the door opens, venti stands straighter, and he barely gets a glimpse of the one answering the door before a grin spreads wide across his face.

     “ hi! ”  a wave, followed by a gesture down to the GIFT he’s brought along with him, all the way from mondstadt.  “ i heard from a mutual friend of ours that you could probably use a drink. and companionship, of course. ”

[dayanghan]

gonna need someone to pull me out of this "feelings about scara" hole I've dug for myself

....u'll have to throw a rope down, it's stupidly deep

[dayanghan]

nightiingaled​  ✧ ∘ ˚  kit.

ENCOUNTER MY MUSE AFTER THEY’VE JUST KILLED SOMEONE - @dayanghan​ 

They’ve found her. Again. They always find her. Always. Always. Always.

Kit tried to stop the negative mantra from repeating in her head along with her fears. But it didn’t stop. No matter where she went, by herself or not - she was never going to be safe.

But the moment she tried to run towards the fight, she froze and a STRIKE of fear dug deeper into her bones. Because SHE wasn’t in control of her muscles, she wasn’t frozen from her fear - something was holding her in place. Someone. She recognized the uncomfortable feeling of losing control, of BEING controlled. Of the buzzing sensation in her head as the chip surged electrical pulses through her skin, orders driving muscle movement.

No. Please no.

Her next movements felt more like a dream than anything else - a waking nightmare. Like a puppet, she moved on some unspoken command towards the nearest individual. He didn’t react fast enough, understandably confused by the small harmless form rushing towards him. Kit was on him in a second, knife - when did she get a KNIFE? - sinking into his neck.

As she followed his body to the ground, Kit let out a tortured scream, half stumbling as she rolled to her knees. Kit thought she heard a little giggle and she fought internally for control, pulling at her joints and ligaments to stay in place as they fought to move at the puppeteer’s will.

She saw him appear and a flicker of relief was subdued by regret, fear and derision. “Shiro!” Kit started to step forward, and she pulled herself violently back. “Help me….” Tears were dripping down her face now, unable to be controlled by either her or her puppeteer. Bloody knife still held upright in shaking hand. Another step. “No…Don’t.” Was she talking to herself or him now?

  he’d lost her. DAMMIT, he’d lost her. one moment she’d been behind him, and then the next, in all the chaos of the fight, he’d LOST TRACK and somehow she’d disappeared. whether she’d slipped off of her own accord or been dragged away by another, he couldn’t be certain, and that fact had his blood running cold the moment he’d realized she was missing.

moving in a panicked hurry, shoving his way past anyone who stood before him, shiro felt his stomach churn with fear. he’d find her; he HAD to find her. if he didn’t... god, he’d  N E V E R  forgive himself. she was supposed to be safe with him, he’d promised that he’d look after her, that he wouldn’t let ANYONE get their hands on her again—

it was about then, right in the middle of cursing himself for not keeping a closer eye on her, that he rounded a corner just in time to hear a scream and to watch two bodies DROP to the floor. freezing upon immediate recognition of kit, shiro’s breath caught in his throat, a chill down his spine causing a shiver to run through his entire body. she was alive, that was made clear within the next moment as he watched her rise, but something felt... off. WRONG. he couldn’t put a finger on what it was — he could at least guess that she’d only attacked out of self defense, but it was her cry out to him which had shiro INSTANTLY pulling himself back into action.

     “ kit—! ”  even as she stopped herself, pulled herself back, he moved toward her with an arm outstretched. hand open, held out for her to grab onto, there was nothing but CONCERN for her in his expression.

     “ why are you... what’s going on? ”  eyes traced over the trail of tears down her face to the blood coating her hands, as well as the knife held within one of them. still, his hand remained extended to her, regardless of the way he presently found himself at a LOSS for what he could do, for what was happening to her.  “ how can i help? what do you need? ”

[dayanghan]

@laxchra​.  (cont.)

Cole crossed his arms, shifting the cigar in his mouth from one side to the other.

He sighed out the smoke and looked to him. “…Genji.” He tapped a booted heel to the ground. “It ain’t that ‘m not happy t’see ya.” He said. “Hell, I truly am.” He chuckled. “…just been years now.” He looked to the other. “…been to used t’bein on m’own I suppose.” He tilted his head back. “...it is good t’have you around again.” He said with a light smile.

     “ i understand. ”

  the reiteration came with a nod, solemn but genuine. it HAD been years, and he couldn’t blame cassidy for any hesitation or... well, any OTHER feeling he might have upon seeing an old colleague again. in all honesty, genji himself hadn’t been sure of what to expect — he still wasn’t, although so far cole didn’t appear to have changed all that much.

     “ i did not mean to sound disappointed by your reaction — you had NO IDEA i would show up, but i have been thinking on what to say since i decided to come and find you. it would be unfair of me to expect anything. ”  despite himself, there was a soft smile of his own, audible in his voice as he shook his head.  “ it has been a long time, and... i have changed a LOT from the last time we saw one another; i shouldn’t have tried to anticipate what you might think or say. ...but, for what it’s worth, i am glad to see you again too. ”

[dayanghan]

me to myself as i write present kunikuzushi while pointedly avoiding the use of a name to refer to him:  no look, it makes sense — even HE doesn’t know what to call himself now, so we’ll just use nothing but he and him for now—