Whats One Random Headcanon About Your Muse That People Mightnt Know? (for Both Chongyun And Kami)

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know? (for both Chongyun and Kami)

for chongyun

i wouldn't say it's not well known, but it doesn't get the attention i WANT it to get. but chongyun has an earring! i really liked drummer!chongyun aesthetic, especially the tassel earring he's got. so, i took that earring and applied it to any verse i shove chongyun into. he has an earring, and i also headcanon that when he and xingqiu traded tassels, they also made sure both tassels were earrings.

chongyun also, blog canonically, has hair long enough to pull into a ponytail. it's not a super long one, but it's long enough that there's enough hair to pull back and keep out of his face! (he also has mini fangs because i said so.)

for kaminari

kami is a HUGE reader. he loves getting lost in a good book. but even further than that, if kami favors a person well enough, and they have a favorite book, his love language is taking that book and getting it rebound to something far more extravagent and beautiful. he probably did that for cyno and cyno's 'king of invocations' book, at least the first one.

kami doesn't show very many ways in which he does care, still having several walls up. but there ARE little ways in which he's like "you mean something to me, have a special edition book."

it's on my verses doc, but i DO have an hsr!verse for kami! (and chongyun's is a wip, but it'll be added too!)

kaminari was a puppet created by sanctus medicus, and is now on the run. he's taken refuge with the stelleron hunters, though he doesn't STAY there all the time!

he's just an angry scared puppet who is also scarily good at hacking and being a menace to everyone around him!

with how tired every muse seems to be from time to time, why not hold a tumblr-wide nap event where our muses don't have to face danger, they just sneep.

it feels like hours pass by. kami's throat is sore, his eyes STING, and yet, when he finally looks up, it's only been mere minutes. he knows he looks like a mess, kami FEELS like he needs a long dunk in the bath.

but looking at ren has kami feeling guilty. not over ren's actions, not because he'd yelled, but because he also made ren cry. they're both that far gone, huh?

kami isn't sure where he wants to go from here. to HUG his cousin and have an official reunion? or to give each other space for a bit? there are way too many thoughts and questions swirling around in his mind, but nothing that settles to give him a direction. he sits for a few seconds, really taking the time to study his cousin. first, he's looking at that ugly flower pot.

not that kaminari can JUDGE ― his amethyst elephant is certainly no better (and on display right next to his television), but the fact that the pot is bedazzled has kami wondering exactly what ren did in his spare time. kami is even scanning the room for a place to PUT said plant, since it clearly means something to his long lost cousin.

he wonders if ren is tired. kami DOES have a spare bedroom that rarely gets used. there's not really a bed in there ― more of a futon type bed, but it'd work for now until he could help ren get settled in more. there's at least bedding to use. could ren use his own shower?

he's slowly getting back to his feet, making a mental note to splash water on his face in a little bit, once he helps ren feel settled. kami is no stranger to keeping himself shut away; he's certain his neighbors just think he's a recluse. which, REALLY isn't too far from the truth.

"ren." kami's voice is hoarse now, so he clears his throat, before moving awkwardly toward the hall closet. "do you...uh." he grabs a towel and tosses it toward his cousin. "...want to like. you know. clean up? i have some spare clothes i can lend you for now."

he hadn't noticed any particular smell, though that could also be shock clouding his mind. the towel lands on the floor, and kami stares at it for a few seconds. "the. uh. the spare bedroom is..." he trails off, but jerks with his thumb. "i have a futon in there, if you want to rest for awhile too. you're probably exhausted."

this is so AWKWARD. he's completely forgotten how to talk to ren, and it's even more awkward trying to pretend they both haven't just been sobbing on the floor together. but kami wants to return to feeling normal.

(WHAT EVEN IS NORMAL ANYMORE?)

"why don't you take a shower? i'll leave the clothes in the spare― in your room, and i'll make us something to eat, unless you're not hungry." he still has so many questions. kami wants to know EVERYTHING. he wants to hug ren and never let go. but maybe it can all wait until they've both had a chance to settle down and clear their minds.

he's  bracing  for  rejection  —  because  OF  COURSE  he  is.  the  hacker  is  a  pessimist  by  nature,  yet  in  all  fairness,  life  has  given  him  very  few  reasons  to  assume  otherwise.  it's  always  better  to  prepare  oneself  for  betrayal  and  heartache  than  allow  those  feelings  to  attack  him  completely  unguarded.  (  and  assuming  anything  EVER  goes  right,  he  can  be  pleasantly  surprised.  )  naturally,  he  expects  kaminari  to  be  no  different.  he'll  throw  him  out.  he'll  curse  him  for  daring  to  show  his  face  again  —  perhaps  he  was  even  happier  with  ren  gone.  closure  is  all  well  and  good ...  but  appearing  now  only  really  serves  to  REOPEN  old  wounds,  regardless  of  his  intent.  it  was  selfish  of  him  to  think  otherwise.  so  selfish  —  all  the  while  having  the  audacity  to  claim  his  actions  come  from  a  place  of  care  without  having  the  courtesy  to  offer  even  an  OUNCE  of  context.  he's  disgusting.  he's  wretched.  he's  evil.  he's ...  he's  spiraling.

six  months  trapped  with  only  his  own  head  for  company  haven't  exactly  been  PLEASANT.  on  some  level  ren  is  aware  of  that  —  but  he's  never  been  forced  to  truly  confront  how  bad  it's  gotten  until  that  very  moment.  breaths  are  coming  shallow  and  quick.  his  heart  feels  like  it's  trying  to  claw  its  way  out  of  his  throat.  he's  dizzy,  and  kaminari's  reply  barely  registers  in  his  ears  —  until  a  single  word  cuts  through  the  haze  of  self-loathing  like  cold  steel.

stay.  (  stay?  )  he  actually  WANTS  him  to ...

there's  an  audible  THUMP  as  ren's  knees  hit  the  ground.  he  feels  like  a  puppet  whose  strings  have  been  sliced  clean  through.  the  hacker  at  least  has  enough  sense  to  place  his  flower  pot  somewhere  off  to  the  side,  but  the  movements  feel  hazy  and  dreamlike  —  disconnected  from  everything  else  around  him.  ❝  i ... ❞   words  fizzle  and  fade  on  his  tongue.  he  finally  forces  himself  to  look  at  kaminari  —  blinking  in  disbelief  at  the  sight  that  greets  him.  for  one  fleeting  moment,  understanding  clicks  neatly  into  place;  he's  crying,  over  him.  (  actually  CRYING.  )  that  on  its  own  is  jarring  enough,  guilt  squeezing  his  ribcage  painfully.  he  wants  to  tell  him  —  wants  to  explain  EVERYTHING.  what  he  knows,  what  he  saw.  what  compelled  him  to  do  something  so  dramatic  to  begin  with  —  but  none  of  it  feels  like  it  would  absolve  the  other  of  his  pain.  ren  just  wanted  to  protect  him.  ren  still  wants  to  protect  him  —  and  if  nothing  else,  this  entire  exchange  only  serves  as  further  motivation  to  keep  him  safe.  kaminari  deserves  a  life  free  of  TROUBLES,  without  the  sins  of  their  family  hanging  over  him  like  a  dark  cloud.

a  blink,  and  ren  realizes  his  vision  is  going  blurry.  there  are  tears  dripping  freely  down  his  own  face  —  traitorous  things,  like  the  physical  manifestation  of  his  own  WEAKNESS.  the  hacker  tugs  his  hood  up,  trying  to  cover  himself  as  best  he  possibly  can.  there's  a  tremor  running  through  his  body  so  fierce  his  teeth  feel  like  they're  chattering  and  he  curls  his  fingers  so  tightly  into  the  fabric,  it  feels  like  it's  about  to  tear.   ❝  thank  you. ❞   he  manages  to  choke  out,  if  only  BARELY.

❝  ...  thank  you. ❞  for  letting  him  stay.  for  actually  caring,  even  in  spite  of  his  many  (  many  )  imperfections.

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4. Favourite thing about roleplaying?

my first instinct is to say coming up with plots, but honestly, after yelling at avalon in dms for almost 2 days straight over dynamics we want to roleplay out, it's just sharing excitement with friends. i love plotting, i love getting invested in ships and threads and different dynamics. but nothing can top that serotonin of having your partner just as invested as you are, where you send each other asks and give each other novels for replies and just SCREAM. like the writing is nice, the plotting is fun, but the mutual investment and excitement can't be beat.

18. Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?

for kami, i really want to hecking write the balladeer. i'm confident in my portrayal of wanderer. i know i'd do scaramouche justice, but i haven't been able to actually WRITE him. i want to write the angry-at-the-world harbinger and have him be the cryptid menace we all enjoy. i will take all threads and ideas please and thank you.

for chongyun, it's not that i haven't written it, but i am so SO SO ATTACHED to my yakshaverse. i have invested so much personal lore and headcanons into the idea that they're cryo yaksha and have ties to the past and explanations as to why they're not in canon lore. i am crawling on all fours and begging to write-

21. Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

the short male model types.

they have incredibly interesting lore, and are also HEAVILY misunderstood/mischaracterized by the fandom as a whole. i am the number one defender of short =/= minor, i actually loathe that trope with a passion (stares at chongyun). i want to take the short male models and give them the respect they actually deserve, because the game and fandom won't do it, so SOMEONE'S gotta do it.

chongyun almost feels bad for prying now. even if the information was GIVEN so unintentionally and effortlessly, chongyun can sense the discomfort rolling off of ren in waves. for a moment there's a shared sense of awkwardness coming from both of them, leaving them in a near silence.

chongyun doesn't like not knowing things about their friends, but they like even less that friends aren't comfortable SHARING things about their lives either. for example, chongyun isn't about to just up and talk about how he knows ren is from inazuma initially (it's all over the clothing). chongyun's brain is currently trying to figure out WHAT he can touch up on that won't send ren screaming the opposite direction.

"your relationship with lord kusanali ― it sounds like my partnership with adeptus xiao." that's a safe topic to start with. xiao, while chongyun has a great deal of respect for the adeptus, it's always been clear that xiao and chongyun have a master/protege type relationship, with chongyun learning everything he can from the ancient being (though their bond is closer than what ren's describing with the dendro archon).

"i can't say i have that much experience with gods, though i like to think xiao comes close." he offers a warm smile, hoping to ease the tension a little more, or lull ren back into a sense of comfort. it's not like chongyun WANTS to hurt him. and yet― gaze is drifting back down to the anemo vision. chongyun's own fingers grasp their cryo vision, tracing fingers around the metal holding the vision in place.

"if i asked you how you got it, is that a taboo topic? or is it safer to ask what powers you've learned to wield with it?"

❝  ... ❞  the  wanderer  pauses  —  standing  motionless  with  his  mouth  half-open  as  if  frozen  solid  in  the  midst  of  a  response.  it  takes  his  mind  a  few  moments  to  catch  up  with  reality,  and  he  realizes  he's  made  a  MISTAKE.  (  a  slip  of  the  tongue.  )  ren  so  fiercely  guards  his  secrets  that  it  oft  becomes  difficult  to  keep  track  of  who  knows  what  —  little  scraps  of  truth  are  most  frequently  pried  unwillingly  from  him  through  inconvenient  circumstance  or  in  bite-sized  pieces  meant  to  gauge  the  trustworthiness  of  some  opposing  party.  he  revealed  his  inhuman  nature  to  chongyun  willingly  for  PRECISELY  that  reason,  and  they  did  take  it  better  than  most,  though  the  prospect  of  talking  about  his  personal  life  at  length  does  still  inspire  some  degree  of  ANXIETY.

he  enjoys  this.  (  perhaps  selfishly.  )  the  friendship  they  have  feels  easy,  effortless  —  and  there  is  a  part  of  him  that  resists  the  idea  of  introducing  anything  that  might  change  it.  (  ren  wonders  if  he  gets  that  from  his  MOTHER.  )

❝  i  live  in  sumeru. ❞  the  wanderer  says  aloud.  ❝  ...  as  much  as  you  could  say  i  live  anywhere  at  all. ❞  which  is  to  say,  in  the  same  manner  a  stray  cat  might  be  described  as  living  in  a  particular  building  or  alleyway  it  just  so  happens  to  occasionally  loiter  around  more  than  anywhere  else.  ❝  i  wasn't  made  there  —  i'm  just  a  student  of  the  akademiya ...  and  as  far  as  lord  kusanali  is  concerned,  it  would  be  more  accurate  to  describe  her  as  a  boss  or  supervisor. ❞  calling  her  a  FRIEND ...  well,  there  is  a  part  of  him  that  begrudgingly  admits  there  may  be  a  grain  of  truth  to  that  —  though  it  feels  a  bit  embarrassing  admitting  as  much.  ❝  let's  just  say  i  have  more  personal  experience  with  gods  than  the  average  human  could  ever  claim  to. ❞  a  huff  punctuates  the  statement;  it's  clear  he  doesn't  necessarily  think  of  that  as  a  good  thing.

fingertips  then  trace  the  outermost  edge  of  his  vision  carefully.  ren  wrinkles  his  nose  in  thought.  ❝  it  should  be  nearly  two  years  by  now. ❞  so  long  but  so  little.