#indie multifandom rp

[fatewr1te]

#FATEWRITE -- a multifandom multimuse. INCLUDING THE FOLLOWING FANDOMS: Arcane, BG3, DC comics, Dragon Age, Dungeons & Dragons, Star Wars, The Walking Dead & Transformers.

[ CARRD ] -[ MEMES ] - [ HEADCANONS ] - [ OPEN STARERS]

*All muses are portrayed as adults unless otherwise stated. Carrd is a work in progress. See below the cut for expanded muse info (this info will be eventually added to the card).

Expanded Muse Bios

BG 3 / Fantasy / Dragon Age

Azariel

Kenichi

Patchwork Jack -- easily adapted to fit comic / scifi settings !

Vi'haan

Vyshaan

More muse info / portrayal notes tbd.

[fa1lsoldier]

| FAILED SUPER-SOLDIER TURNED DANGEROUS CYBORG. | by nika. 25. he/they. EST.

EXPLORING THEMES OF. -> being a dutiful son even if it means destroying yourself in the process, wielding anger and pain as a double edged sword, and getting torn apart and building yourself back up again. | Please note he was originally written/made for a discord rp server. That server has since gone inactive. A brief version of his about under the cut. | READ RULES HERE (sideblog to /follows from @vigilanthe )

The only child of a waitress and delivery man, no one expected him to be much of anything. The most he and his parents could hope is that as an adult he could make enough money to help pay the family’s bills. His family struggled a lot with money due to loans with high interest rates, rent, etc. Joining the south korean military at age 18 as a means of supporting his parents/family, he and his family managed to survive paycheck to paycheck… until his father was severely injured in a hit and run accident. At age 28, due to the accident, his father needed frequent hospital visits which racked up a lot of medical debt. To help pay for their ever growing medical debt, he volunteered to join the South Korean army’s experimental corps, a selective branch of the military that was designed to help develop tools and soldiers who are able to keep pace with super powered individuals. The work was dangerous, but the pay was double what he was making as a regular soldier… 

At first, his job was mostly testing weapons, armors and tools for the corps. However, over time, the corps began to experiment with tech less and with people more. Thrust into a testing pool of 7 additional people, he was subjected to multiple injections and experiments, all in an effort to make stronger, faster and smart soldiers (super soldiers). Given the 5th version of the south korean super soldier serum, despite being a newer serum, it proved little better than the earlier version. He and some of the other test subjects experienced violently negative reactions to the serum. Instead of getting faster, stronger and better parts of his body disintegrated into an irreversible dust. Thanks to the super soldier scientists, he lost his jaw and hands. His condition was stabilized by the scientists/doctors but was deemed a failure.

An intern eager to prove their worth took pity on the failure known as “subject 5-8” and gave him a prosthetic jaw and hands. However, in their rush to make the failure useful,they accidentally have him wearable weapon prototypes. The jaw he was given, despite looking more or less like a regular human jaw, wasn’t. Instead it contained sharp, carnivore like teeth. And the hands he were given contained sharp, panther like claws. The intern realized their mistake too little too late. Biting and clawing his way free, Sam left a trail of blood in his wake as he fled the facility. 

During his escape, he killed many high ranking, irreplaceable scientists and soldiers. Because of the loss of so many valuable assets, he was branded a traitor by the South Korean military. Left with no choice but to flee the country to avoid getting arrested or killed, he took the first plane available, which just happened to be to New York. In New York, despite originally laying low and trying to live a more peaceful life, he found himself unable to turn a blind eye to all the injustices being conducted by both the American and South Korean government. He now works as a vigilante, targeting those who experiment on people as well as those who prey on the defenseless.

[dafriend]

multifandom multimuse written by misdemeanor. 26, she/they. carrd. ©

[1batch2batch]

muse: Frank Castle (Daredevil/Punisher) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: a cabin in the woods, a year or so after the zombie outbreak in The Walking Dead universe open to: other Marvel/TWD muses, multifandom crossovers, OCs, whatever! triggers: death/child death, guns, threats, war mention

In some ways, things were simpler after the world ended. Simpler the way war was simpler. Live or die. Them or us. Pull the trigger or find yourself on the other end of the barrel. It was difficult to say how much time had passed when it was just him. The days didn't mean anything, all of them blurring together in the routine tasks of survival. The cabin wasn't entirely self-sustaining, but it wasn't far off. There was water and a little space cleared to grow food, traps in the woods, even a generator if he was feeling extra, but there wasn't often a need for it.

It had also been empty for a time. Had some business to take care of a ways out, and he took the long way back to make sure he wasn't followed. It had started with his family, killed by humans instead of walkers, of all things. He should have known, should have had enough experiences with people doing stupid, terrible things, to know that the dead wouldn't be the worst thing they were facing, but it had all been so new back then, dead coming back to life, watching the government crumble fast along with any possibility of a cure. He'd put down the rabid animals who were responsible, too late to matter, and since then he'd made it his business to take care of any problems like that. Bad enough they had to fight the walkers.

He knew there was someone else there before he ever stepped inside, but how they'd managed to get in, he couldn't yet say. The cabin was heavily fortified, traps set against walkers and humans alike, and they'd have to be skilled, desperate, or damn lucky to get by them all. There was nothing to announce his presence except the click of a gun, his voice gravel from disuse. "Talk fast."

[mutantfeared]

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❛ 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭? 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱. ❜

MUTANTFEARED is an indie semi-selective Multimuse roleplay blog of Many muses from Marvel & X-men. Written by Evan (20 - HE/HIM ) Minors & Personal DNI.

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[vvarriorheart]

muse: Cassian (ACOTAR) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: modern-day London AU open to: multifandom, ocs, whatever! triggers: swearing

For the most part, Cassian had settled in as well as he possibly could in this mostly human world. He liked his job at the gym, even if it wasn’t quite training armies of Illyrians or Valkyries. There was always satisfaction in watching his students improve. It hadn’t escaped his notice that he'd been here for a year without any word or sign from Prythian. He knew the rest of the Night Court would be doing everything they could to find him, and that was… troubling, given their considerable powers. He worried less about that than about leaving his family down some of its defenders with another possible war brewing. But no matter what magic he threw at the barrier or how often he searched it for weaknesses, he was stuck in this strange, human city.

It was by no means a busy time of day at the gym, and that meant he had time to fight with the Alexa. And the famed Illyrian General of the Night Court was losing. Some of the human technology here was cool, and some of it had a learning curve. “Is it too much to ask to get something besides sad bastard music in here? Alexa, play something that isn’t gloomy as fuck.” Her cool, vapid voice answered *sorry, I don’t know that one*, and he snarled, black, membranous wings flexing on his back in irritation.

They curled above his head, tipped with sharp talons at the apex. To say that he stood out from the human population of London was a bit of an understatement, but there was no way of hiding them, even if he’d wanted to. The odd thing was the way ordinary people there didn't seem to see them at all. They reacted the same way to the masked weirdos running around at night with shields and bows--which was to say, no reaction. It was a kind of magic he'd never seen before, if indeed it was magic at all.

[oceansmelvdy]

I don’t know when. I don’t know how. But I know something’s starting right now. Watch and you’ll see. Someday I’ll be —- PART OF YOUR WORLD.

🌊✨21+ only & mutuals only / personals dni. | 🌊✨graphic credit: @dragonthroned | 🌊✨spoilers tagged as TLM 2023 spoilers.

written, loved, && protected by Rina.

🌊🧜🏾‍♀️✨🦀🌅🐠🐚🏝

[elementxrymydear]

open to: mutuals and nonmutuals

John rubs his forehead." I do fail to see why you need me here." He complains looking back at the other." Isn't there someone more suitable for this then me? Not that I don't have faith in myself but still."

[bijoupreciieux]

take one look at you / you're heaven's incarnate / your smile ignites just like a candlelight / && somehow i know everything's alright / melting like an ice cream when you smile / melting, you’re a daydream / stay awhile.

indie && highly selective multimuse blog ft. original + canon muses from disney, harry potter, sailor moon etc. est. august 2023. 21+ only. triggers + adult content tagged. please read rules before following ♡ loved by rina ( she/her. 28. )

CARRD. | VALYRIA'S CARRD.

[thornstocutyouwith]

"I'm absentmindedly ruining my own life. But other than that, I'm great! How are you?"

[girlmythos-a]

GIRLHOOD ROTS.

GIRLMYTHOS. an independent and mutually exclusive all female multimuse writing blog. featuring characters from varying forms of media. ©

[wrongeddeadthenevermourned]

His eyes narrowed on the Auradon resident, he couldn't stand these people some days. How uppity they were, and then how 'kind' they were, in the same breathes. All he wanted was to buy something and they were looking at him like he was about to steal something, or maybe commit some other crime. He grinned, maybe he just might, Harry considered as he glanced to one side, thinking it over. Being free didn't mean much when people still looked at him like he was a villain from time to time "Aaahh- A bottle of honey?" He reached out to grab the 'delicacy', at least, it might have been considered one from where he came from.

Opening the top he lift the bottle up to squeeze some of the continents into his mouth directly "Mmm!" Swallowing it down he lowered the bottle to his side "I'll take it-" Turning to leave then, the shops clerk moved to tell him he had to pay for it "Put it on Queen Mal's tab, will you?" The pirate said with a snicker as he was walking away.

[jewelstole]

" honey , i'm home ! oh , i forgot. i'm not married. " highly selective and private selina kyle blog stolen by rose.

[burnlikeme]

BURNLIKEME

indie, selective 2D from the band Gorillaz para, multipara, and novella welcome OC & crossover friendly

written by Sarge rules & bio

[foolish-gaymer]

❛ just hold me and tell me everything will be okay, even if it's a lie. ❜ (Pac to Fit ouo)

Fit looked at his boyfriend sadly, he let out a sigh as he approached him and hugged him quietly, burying his face in his shoulder.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Pac, I don't think everything will be okay, but I'm going to fight for you and Ramón, I promise."

He murmured firmly as he hugged him.

[desertbled]

—𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻. 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑭𝑻.

abbott wolff. original fallout character. multi-fandom. indie. selective. private. penned by miles. ( he/they, 25. ) cred.