꒰ of many facets . *

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hello ! my name is eiko, welcome to my multi-muse roleplay blog from an assortment of anime/manga/game series ( featuring muses from: genshin impact, hitman reborn, persona, and many more ) ! you probably know me from a blog of the same name, i just decided to move it to a side-blog for convenience sake for myself. follow-backs will come from @csmicwarrior, but you do not have to be following my main blog to interact with this one! please like and reblog if you’re interested in interacting! also note: even if i don’t follow you back on lumine, i will be interacting with all that follow this blog!

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nobleburn​.     (    lady nikolette   )

“Oh, nonsense.” Flippantly, she dismissed his concerns with a flick of her wrist. “I could never pretend to be anything other than who I am, after all. I imagine any who laid eyes upon me would see that I come from more refined stock, and by what manner could I ever hope to hide that?” No, it would be a failing effort to pretend to be some common yokel, offensive both to her own pride and likely to whatever passed for pride among the rabble. 

Though, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t at least keep some of Emile’s words in mind. “No, I can’t blame them for such an opinion, ignorant though it may be. If my Empress were as derelict in her duties to her people as your King appears to be, hardly could I respect her either.” Neither could she allow such misconceptions to stand, though. She’d simply need to disavail them of their mistaken assumptions. “I wouldn’t worry, though. I’m quite charming, and nearly everyone loves me.” Nearly, unfortunate as that adverb was. “Besides, I’ve helped deal with their bandit problem for the time being.”

Her hand at Lamy’s side, Nikolette regarded the saddlebags falling to either side of her. “And if it’s truly as bad as you say…” And indeed, hopefully it wasn’t. “Could I not simply dispense a few gold pieces out among them in exchange for some civility? It may be marked with my country’s signs, but solid gold is solid gold.”

(    *   Side-eying her for a moment as he walked alongside her, the ghoul let out a small sound of amusement.     “     Well, Lady Nikolette,     “     Emile spoke out with a brief nod of his head, eyes turning forward once more,     “     I do admire your pride and spirit. I won’t sugar coat anything: you may not sway over the elders of the town, but ... It may not be a lost cause after all.     “     He almost forgot about his severed limb, and was about to move to clasp his one good hand behind his head, the other to dangle loosely from his hold, but caught himself.

      So far, she definitely did not seem like a lot of the nobles he had come across. They weren’t typically so quick to cut down bandits charging right at them. He didn’t think they even knew how to fight—though that was probably ignorance on his part, as well. He did not cross paths with them often enough, so a lot of his opinion stemmed from what little personal experience he had, and what other’s had whispered about.

       The gates were finally in view, waiting for them at the bottom of the hill. However, at her words, he paused in step and his eyes narrowed for a quick moment.     “     I would advice against it,     “       he responded carefully, sighing out as he rubbed at the back of his neck.      “     How do I put this in a way you’d understand ....     “      Stopping completely, his good hand came to his chin in thought.       “    It’s the same way why you don’t want to hide your noble blood. Pride. They don’t want your charity, they just ... Want to be treated like they matter. We all work hard for the money we earn. Most of us, who are able to, are proud to work for our keep. There will definitely be people who will accept your offerings, don’t get me wrong. But the majority of us ... We just want to be treated like we are people. Not just something that is expendable. And most royals and noble people won’t do that for us. They look down their nose at us like rats, because we weren’t lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in our mouths.     “

       A kind, close-eyed smile touched his lips then.     “     I hope you understand what I am saying. I’m not very good with words. Not to say it is easy to be born in such a life, either. I am sure you have had your own obstacles and challenges. But like everything in the world, there’s so many complex layers on both sides of the coin. You’re one of the first noble woman I’ve ever met who cared to listen.      “     Not that he really gave her much of a choice, but still.     )

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I hate that Adalinda is awake cause my brain just comes up with angst. I haven't killed her in a while, sooooo, maybe it's time to change that? 🤔

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@bclasaeg​     reported    (    emi&nikki    )

"She's crying! I-- what am I doing wrong?"

UNPROMPTED   :   ALWAYS OPEN

(    *     She stepped into the room, already anticipating the scene before her—but that didn’t make her any less prepared. Closing the door behind her, she swallowed down the spike of anxiety that shot through her. Why did he call her of all people? Well, she knew why ... But how could she be of any more help? Emi was the farthest thing from nurturing. So she thinks, anyways.

       “     Babies do that,     “    she reminded him, though it was meant to be a form of comfort as she stepped closer to him.      “     Breathe. Calm down ... She can probably sense you panicking or some shit like that,     “    she retorted, offering a small smile. Emi did not know how to take care of a baby, sure, but she can try to mimic what they did in the movies. 

       Carefully, she held out her hands, taking the bundled girl with surprisingly gentle movements. A coo naturally fell from her lips, lids lowering to a half-mast as a tender smile touched her lips.     “      Hey,      “      she spoke out soothingly, body swaying gently,      “       hey, hey ... We got you ... It’s okay.      “       Continuing the motion, she looked up at the other, cheeks flushed with quiet embarrassment at herself.     “     What were you two doing when she started crying?     “    First thing’s first: figure out the cause. They can go from there. If she can reason and logic her way through his, like a stratgedy of sorts, it can’t be that hard, right?      )

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hhemeraa​.   (   sir knight   )

“I’m proud of you, this is very impressive.” Before he can even say it, small vines and tiny wildflowers crawl beneath her arms and he gently coughs before they recoil back from whence they came. 

“But I have to give you a warning now that you know the power of your words.” His own palm raises and he mimics the light in her hand without a word, focuses on it as it grows brighter with its intensity, the ball quivering as it gets smaller within his hand, tension in the air around it like it’s ready to snap, even the static brings the hairs on their arms on edge. “Pierce.” 

The moment the word leaves his lips does the ball shatter and snap at lightening speed into the thick wooden beam that sat heavy next to their table. Shards violently burning through the wood so fast that it barely had time to burn before disappearing without a trace. 

“Emotions can cause us to say or want things that can be very dangerous. The wrong word, the wrong turn of phrase may twist your magic from a blessing to a curse. Always be mindful of what you speak when you plan on casting and if you cannot cast with a clear mind, don’t cast at all less you want to take a gamble on your life. We left your castle so that you could feel free to use your magic without the burden of expectation, but don’t mistake freedom as a lack of control.” Fingers drum along the table and he waves his words of warning away. 

“On a far more pleasant note – this is a good tool for self defense. Light, even in the darkest of places, will protect you from harm. We’ll take the day off from here, but I’ll give you some homework- no it’s nothing terrible, I promise. With a bit of pen and paper, think of a symbol that represents you. It can be a word or a design, an icon, anything, but once you choose it, you cannot change it. So think long and hard about it. I’m going to see if I can find us some sweets for the road.”

(   *   Adalinda jolted in slight surprise when the tickle of flora brushed against her arms, said limbs lifting a little as she stared down at the vines, only to dart her gaze back to the mage again. The twinkle in her eyes only grows brighter, it almost radiates off of her. Before she could question it, however, the grin slowly relaxes into that of concentration. 

      The magelet, as always, clings to every word of advice he has to offer. Her brows drew together as the weight of his words settled. It made sense, she reasoned. Staring at her hands, she curled and uncurled her fingers, imagining the web of magic that coursed through her veins. Ever since they left her castle, she’s become more aware of the golden strands that made up her being. No longer was she terrified of it, but rather, open to it. Eager to understand the thing that made her a monster in her father’s eyes.

       Adalinda, more than anything, wanted to prove to him—but mostly to herself—that not all beasts are monsters. That the unknown did not always have to be feared. But before then ... She will need to gain as much control of her powers as much as possible.

      Her eyes focused on the spot of the table where it had burned, the dip in the wood engraved in her own mind. Words was power, but so was emotions. A double-edged sword. If she wanted to use her powers for good, to protect rather than destroy, she needed to learn how to control herself before the magic within her. It may be an extension of her own self, but every tool needed to be utilized properly to unlock its full potential.

       Most students would roll their eyes, or even complain, about added work-load, but not her. Not when she was enjoying the things she was learning. Even when she was done with her lessons for the day, if she had the energy to spare, she continued to practice on her own. 

      At the mention of sweets, her eyes flickered up in excitement.       “     Oh? Can we have something . . . Creamy?     “      There was a playful bat of her lashes, mirth dancing in her gaze.       “       Pretty please, Sir Knight?     “          )

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after some thought and consideration: i am putting my main blog ( @csmicwarrior ) on a brief hiatus, and i am going to try and focus on things here. i know i have drafts that have been collecting dust, so please do me a favor and LIKE THIS POST if you still want to continue our threads and i will most likely prioritize our threads. ♥ thank you everyone for your patience, i really appreciate you guys.

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queenharumiura​.    (   haru   )

“Hai hai, Haru will be sure to clean up after she’s done.” She’s no brute, thank you. She was getting things out of her bag when she turns around to see— nothing? She blinks incredulously, “Hahi? He disappeared.” Wasn’t he standing there just moments ago? She moves, angling her line of vision to see Gokudera on the floor.

‘He’s worse than I thought!’

First thing first, medicine. She handed him the bottle of water he struggled with earlier and she pops the medicine out of the casing. “Take this first. Then we can get you back to bed.” She hands him the medicine for him to take. Once he took the medicine, she holds out her hand. “You can use Haru as support. I’m stronger than I look, you know?” She had no faith in his ability to get back to bed safely without face-planting into the floor. After she ensured he was safely tucked into bed, she could get started on making some porridge for him. It was better than leaving him on the ground like this, anyways.

(   *   Of course, Gokudera, never thought that Haru would make a mess in his home, let alone her own, but even when he was sick, he wasn’t going to pass up the chance or opportunity to make a jab at her. At least that was a sign that he wasn’t dying, though he did not doubt that not even death would stop him from picking on her.

      Jaded hues blinked lazily, a tired groan escaping him.      She’s so loud,    he thought to himself. Vision clearing, the Storm nearly flinched at how close she suddenly was. It was a good thing they weren’t being under attack, because given his current state ... There was no way they were going to escape unscathed—alive, but not unscathed, he’d make sure of it.

     With mild reluctance but acceptance all the same, he finally took the medicine.     ❝     Tch, I don’t doubt you can for a second,      ❞     he muttered, mostly to himself, and will probably be the closest thing to a compliment she was going to get from him. He’s seen her in action, so to speak. Haru was the type of person people over-looked and underestimated, but damn idiots wouldn’t know what hit them should she choose to prove herself. He was one of them, more often than not.

      Alright, up he goes.     With a grunt of effort and Haru’s help, he lurched to his feet with another wet sniffle. The trip to his bed was a short one, at least. And he sloppily crawled into his bed, blankets only half pulled over his form.     )  

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after some thought and consideration: i am putting my main blog ( @csmicwarrior ) on a brief hiatus, and i am going to try and focus on things here. i know i have drafts that have been collecting dust, so please do me a favor and LIKE THIS POST if you still want to continue our threads and i will most likely prioritize our threads. ♥ thank you everyone for your patience, i really appreciate you guys.

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i am making my way through my drafts! im dragon hording everything until i can get a decent amount done again. uvu but if anyone wants to move our threads to discord ( or start new ones ) lemme know. i've been more focused on those as of late due to work schedule.

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aeohn​.   (   ren   )

@multifacetecl/kotone - starter call

IT     has been a bit since he entered the batting cage. he and kotone had just been hanging out this morning with no particular direction, but ren decided that maybe this’ll be fun. “ are you in the mood to bat about? ” he says as he gestures with his thumb to the location.

( *     Hands clasped behind her back, Kotone walked alongside the other with a small step bounce to her step. She didn’t mind it whenever they mindlessly wandered, figuring out their day as they went. Like right now. Crimson hues blinked at him before a broad grin tugged at her lips.  ❝     Just as long as you’re ready for me to beat your high score this time! I’m determined!      ❞     A laugh escaped her, nose wrinkling in competitive mischief.      )

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aaetherius​.   (   lucifer   )

   With the final few customers having slipped through the doors, the cafe, somehow, scarcely manages to feel much different with disgruntled glances at their backs or hushed whispers rudely directed at Kenkone. If anything, it brings him a sense of relief to see them go, if only because he could catch sight of them ducking into a car or catching a taxi through the windows that line the front of the modest cafe, meaning they would, hopefully, find their way home, and out of this rain. His concern; however, remained. To allow someone to sit outside with no shelter in this weather seemed terribly cruel to him. There’s too much that could happen. Sickness from having one’s clothes soaked through, and accident due to being unable to see clearly, or worse. Perhaps he was too kindhearted for his own good, but he’s never been able to turn someone away when he felt there was something he might be capable of doing for them. And Kenkone had been nothing but polite towards him - the mud tracked in that had now been cleaned up easily forgotten and forgiven the moment the other had stepped inside. 

  Though, when the other speaks up, he tilts his head slightly. Fair brows crinkling in confusion as the shimmering reflection of the rain cast smooth shadows over his pearly hair. And he seems to give Kenkone’s inquiry some serious amount of thought before rosy lips begin to tremble ever so faintly - his chest rumbling softly. But it’s only a matter of time before a breathy, yet soft chuckle manages to escape his lungs. Quickly, he raises a hand to cover his mouth, warm breath expelling against his band-aid clad from one too many distractions while brewing coffee, to try to muffle the pleasant laugh that escapes. Not wanting to come off as rude, he quickly shakes his head - a silent apology, and prays the other understands he means him no insult. His hand only falling back down to his side after he’s managed to swallow the remainder of his amusement. 

    “You wouldn’t be the first to call me that,” he admits easily, his gentle smile remaining upon his features. Truthfully, he’s been called strange most of his life. Even when he had been child, he had heard it in the whispers spoken behind his back. Strange; however, was a term people used to describe something that was beyond their comprehension - or so that was what someone dear to him had once told him. So, he takes no offense to it. “I’m of the opinion that you don’t need to know someone to be kind to them. If that makes me strange, so be it - I’ll be happy to consider myself strange.” People have not always been kind to him, despite what his attitude might imply, but he can still recall the times he had spent with the person closest to him when he had been growing up. His kindness had been rough and quiet, but it had been there regardless, and he could still recall how much he had cherished the time he had been able to spend the other. It seems only natural to him, then, that he should treat others kindly. 

    He watches the other for a moment longer before turning to finish cleaning up the cafe, though still remaining with earshot. He didn’t want to pressure the other to take him up on his offer, or make him feel as if he had to rush to make his choice. His compassion didn’t come with an expiration date - if he didn’t wish to take him up on his offer now, he was still welcome to change his mind an hour or two or three, or whenever, from now. Thankfully, the weather had left the cafe largely quiet today, so there wasn’t much he needed to do to clean up for a change of pace. Oftentimes he could spend hours closing down the shop whenever he was working alone - a rarity thanks to his habit of giving away free drinks. 

     But light seeps into his tired eyes at Kenkone’s words. His attention quickly turning back to the other the moment it appears he’s going to accept his offer. “I’m certain.” Though he’s hesitant to ask for anything in return, he already knows how this conversation will play out given that they had just shared this same exchange moments ago when it came to the other persisting to clean up at least part of the mud he had tracked inside. So, he’s aware turning him down will only lead them in a circle once more, but he still feels dreadfully comfortable with the idea of anyone repaying him for something so simple. Still, he takes a moment to think, mulling it over in his mind as he leans on the counter he had just wiped down.

      “That’s a relief,” he begins instead. “For a moment I afraid you might not get along with her - ah, Ella - my cat, I mean. I assure you she’s quite friendly, so I imagine the two of you will get along quite well.” After that, he pauses for a moment, straightening himself up to push in the last few chairs that were still pulled away from their tables. “You needn’t repay me, but I’m already aware you won’t accept that for an answer. So, please, allow me some time to think of a way that will work for both of us. I don’t wish to ask anything of you, after all, as I don’t believe I’ve done anything worthy of being repaid.” 

( * For a split second, Kenkone was worried that he may have offended the other; whenever be does, it was never really his intentions of doing so. It just happens, mostly because, bashful nature aside, he was rather blunt and forward with himself. He often spoke his mind, and he lacked the social etiquette to understand what was and wasn't okay to say to people. But he rarely ever said anything with the intentions of being hurtful. But the smile and laugh that the other gives off puts the experiments mind to ease.

He took a moment to think his words through. Kenkone truly wished that was how everyone thought, but he knew that would be wishful thinkingㅡhe understood that much, at the very least. As much as he wanted to see the good in people, he was unfortunately well aware that there were those who were not so good. ❝ I... I wouldn't mind being seen as strange either, if that was the case, ❞ Kenkone agreed, albeit shyly.

Kenkone tilted his head briefly. Ella? Behind the mask, he was smiling. What a cute name, he thought to himself. However, at his remark, he felt his cheeks burn for a moment. It seemed like the other had quickly caught on that assuring him that he didn't have to repay something was something he would definitely keep fighting him on.       ❝       Th—Then if you really don’t mind, then ... I’d love to take you up on your offer.       ❞     Behind the mask he wore, he smiled bashfully as he rubbed at the back of his neck, peering around.      ❝    Is there anything I can do to help before we ... We go?        ❞ )

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They support, they protect, but most importantly, they offer head pats. What more could you ask for in a brother?

This is a piece I commissioned for. Do not steal, do not edit, do not use, and do not repost. I was given permission to post this onto my blog.

Art by Fresmein at DeviantArt

Emi belongs to @multifacetecl

Ravein and Pino belong to me @fightingthetides

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send a symbol for the kind of relationship you’d like with my muse.    

💛 * immediate friends and entirely platonic.  They’re supportive of each other and would never do anything to betray each other.   As close as if they were siblings.  

💚 * immediate friends but there’s potential for one or both muses to have crushes on each other they are just too afraid to admit it.  

💕 * Our muses have feelings for each other but take one million years to figure it out.  Try to convince themselves that their feelings are only platonic but they always end up getting blushy and shy around them.    Debatable if they’ll ever be together.  

❤ * our muses are in a relationship.   Healthy and supportive. They are so in love that it’s awkward for others to be in the room when they’re together.   Everyone says they have the ‘perfect relationship”  

❤ 🔪*    our muses are in love but it might not be ‘entirely’ healthy. One muse may be possessive of  or obsessed with the other.   They still try to make it work.   

💔 *   our muses are in a secret relationship and have difficulty  keeping silent about it.   Many challenges await them.    

💜 *  our muses are in an arranged marriage. They have no say in it whatsoever.  

💙 *   Enemies to friends to lovers.  A classic.  

🗡️*   our muses are enemies. That’s it no friendship, no romance. Just hate.  

⚔️ *  enemies become strictly platonic friends.  Adventure awaits them.  

😄 *  our muses are siblings or have a familial bond

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@melodicbreeze​       mission    (   diluc&venti   )    :   CLOSED

(    *     A freshly picked apple was placed before the other, gloved hand still resting over the fruit.     ❝     You’re really good with the kids,      ❞     he commented without looking at him, instead focused on the two children who were running off, laughing with one another. He felt like the bard had earned an apple after that performance. His crimson gaze flickered towards Venti then, the slightest hint of a smile touching his lips. Only then did he retract his arms, the limbs moving to cross his chest instead.     )

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btlgrnd​.   (   albedo.   )

               “  Naturally,  that’s what people do.  I’m well aware of that.  “  when the lull of peaceful times comes the whirlwind of excitement in the people who wish for the small string of chaos to loosen upon moving lips.  people talk,  other people listen,  the surrounding people eavesdrop and spread their own rumors.  that is how it goes,  and that has always how it has been.  mondstadt isn’t built on the tediousness of everyday work  –  it’s built on the freedom to say and do what is wanted by the people.  and if they choose to spread rumors,  well  …  there is hardly anything to say about it.

               and albedo is not entirely one to listen to rumors but a little smirk soon follows when diluc mentions the darknight hero of mondstadt.  it’s clear it’s of an impish desire to cause some chaos himself.  “  …  a Knight of Favonius,  I can’t just allow you to walk freely knowing that we’re pursuing you  –  or rather,  the Darknight Hero  …  “  and the darknight hero being him,  of course.  he’s not an idiot,  and neither are some of the other knights for that matter  … however,  diluc is the pinnacle of success in regards to mondstadt and it’s monetary value.  that being said  …  “  I could arrest you now,  and it would be unwise to resist.  Red hair,  black clothing  …  and fire  … I believe it matches,  so I suppose it would be on grounds for interrogation  …  “  he arches both eyebrows slightly with an upwards glance.

               “  …  I could overlook it if you help me,  however  …  with my research,  that is.  “

(   *    The City of Freedom, he supposed the people here had nothing better to do with their time when they had so little worries to plague their mind. Essentially, that was all that the wine tycoon ever really wanted for the city he cared so much about, even if his distant nature may suggest otherwise. His time away from the city had made him a changed man, but as far as he was concerned, it was for the best. He felt like it was easier for himself to protect the people, observe, and help in the ways he knew would be more efficient.

      His ties to the Knights of Favonius was severed, and he had never felt so free. Oh, the irony.

      At the alchemist’s words, a brow arched.     ❝      Was that a threat, Mister Albedo?     ❞    Diluc spoke out calmly, setting the glass he was shining down on the bar surface. Adjusting his gloves, he placed them flat against the wood, leaning forward briefly.    ❝      Though suppose I humor you for just a moment: What kind of research are we talking about?     ❞     The pyro user was far from concerned about being arrested. After all, if it was a concern for him, the Acting Grand Master, Jean herself, would have had him detained ages ago.

                        They weren’t all idiots, or at least, he’d hope so.     )

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@binaryxtars​     reported    (    yamamoto&gokudera    )

" don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. "

UNPROMPTED   :     ALWAYS OPEN

(     *      The Guardian froze as arms wrapped around him, chestnut eyes widening in surprise. The shock was enough to snap him out of that clouded state of mind he had been in just moments prior, body moving on complete auto-pilot. He couldn’t remember when was the last time had had laughed. Since he was himself; he couldn’t even find it in him to try and pretend. How can he, when there was a large, gaping man-sized hole in his chest? Takeshi had known that walking down this path would be a dangerous path. That there’d be consequences that could possibly lead to death—but he had always thought that it would be his own. Not ...

                                    Not his father’s. But that was his foolish mistake.

       It had been a few weeks since the funeral, but the Rainian had yet to bounce back from the loss.      This was part of their lives now,     he had to remind himself. He wasn’t the first to lose a loved one in the act of war, and he knew he wouldn’t be the last. But ... That didn’t make it hurt any less. No matter how hard he tried to play it off, it seemed like none of the other Guardians were fooled by his act. Of course they wouldn’t be—they knew him well. A little too well, in fact. Anyone else would be fooled. But not them. 

      ❝      Maa, maa ~ This is rather unexpected of you, Gokudera-kun!     ❞     Takeshi laughed out, though there was a somber and near empty look in his eyes as his hand came up to pat his back. At first, he thought that was it. He’d return the hug briefly and let go. But instead, calloused fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt as he felt his entire body suddenly grow heavy.

      Arms wrapped around him in a bear hug, his forehead found the other’s shoulder. Tears flowed, but he didn’t make a sound. Didn’t think he could, even if he wanted to.      He’s gone ...!    He sobbed in his head, finally releasing all the pain and misery he had been bottling up ever since his father’s passing.

                       This was something not even the     rain     could wash away.    ) 

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STARTER CALL. I am also done with my first one, so here is a round two! Please specify which muse ( or at least a Fandom to narrow it down/if you want canon or OC ), and fellow multi's, please specify who to direct it to!