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@rcsegld
hello! i am amber. i am 33 years old and in the gmt timezone.Β this is an independent & selective multimuse blog. my activity is low - i am generally only on at the weekend. if i post during the week it's more than likely my queue.
edit 11.05.2026: v low activity currently as I recently got a puppy and heβs crazy and needs constant supervision
anyways have fun here's some links
guide / muses / wishlist / wanted & banned / open starters
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i didn't get any writing done this weekend as i've been in a mood bc i broke my coffee machine
anyways i've bought a new (and better) one now
(i had to get my bf to agree which he wouldn't at first but quickly came around once he realised iced coffees made with instant just don't hit the same and the one we bought was actually one he suggested lol)
i will write next weekend promise
This is Taggie, Daddy. She lives down there. Yeah, we've, uh... We've met.
RIVALS - 2x02
Get To Know The Mun
Some questions to get to know the Mun behind the blog better!
Questions taken from this generator
What is the most recent movie you've seen?
What's a favorite movie from your childhood?
If you could be any mythological creature, what would you be and why?
What is the most recent concert you've been to? If you've never been to a concert, who would you like to see perform?
If you were to start watching a new show, which one would you choose to watch?
Have you ever had (or do you have) a question you're afraid to ask because you think you know the answer to it, and it isn't what you want to hear?
What's one thing you're interested in that most people who know you might not know?
If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you wish for?
What's one bad habit that was hard for you to give up?
What has been the most difficult thing you've had to learn to do?
Have you ever had a first impression of someone that turned out to be wrong?
What's one book you've read that you would say has greatly impacted your life?
What's one thing you would choose to never experience again if you could?
Who is a person, or a group of people, you feel like you understand now better than you used to?
Do you think honesty really is the best policy?
What app on your phone could you not live without?
If your life were a movie, what song or type of music would play during the opening credits?
If you had to choose one, which TV show character stereotype would you fit into?
What is your least favorite word in the English language?
What's one current fad that you just can't wait to see go out of style?
What modern invention, app, or technology do you see as your biggest time saver?
If you had to dye your hair a different shade or color, what would you choose?
Pretend you magically never had to do any more housework of any kind. Are there any tasks you would honestly miss?
What's one fictional character you've found yourself relating to very well?
What's one of your pet peeves?
What is your least favorite holiday?
If you had to write a book, what would it be about?
Do you have any childhood heroes that aren't your heroes anymore? If so, why aren't they?
Do you ever talk to yourself? What do you talk about?
Do you consider yourself more of an introvert or an extrovert?
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BELLA MACLEAN as TAGGIE O'HARA - 2x03
Update: replies are still slow. Most of free time is spent with this menace and at the moment I am getting my writing done at 6am on a Sunday ππ or occasionally during my downtime at work
ENEMIES, FRENEMIES, IT'S COMPLICATED! a collection of random dialogue and action based concepts for those muses that'll never (or maybe eventually) get along. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)
dialogue.
i trusted you. my mistake.
i'll never forgive you.
i'll spend the rest of my life making you miserable.
we'll never be the same again.
you crossed a line.
you and me? we're done.
beg. for your life. for forgiveness. just beg.
are you going to beg?
i almost had you.
you were lucky last time. not this time.
they're dead ... because of you.
you took everything from me! what more do you want?
i'm not mad that you lied to me. i'm mad that i can't trust you ever again.
i will sacrifice us both just to make a point.
making each other miserable is our thing. don't try to change that.
this is my revenge.
something about you makes me want to be violent.
how could you?
why did you come back for me?
i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry.
i won't make that mistake again.
you betrayed me. i suffered.
how fucking dare you!
how the fuck could you do this to me? to us?
our story ends with your end.
i won't show you mercy.
why are you helping me? i don't like you!
just this once.
you won't always be able to cheat death.
concepts.
on sight. sender and receiver have been on opposing sides for years. anytime one of them sees the other, it's bound to turn into an altercation.
knife wound. sender stabs receiver with a small blade.
pointed end. sender holds a blade to receiver's throat.
enemy of my enemy. sender or receiver saves the other from an oncoming attack from a third party, forcing them to temporarily be allies.
fist to kiss. sender kisses receiver without warning after a moment of high tension and close proximity shared between the pair.
enemies to lovers. suddenly sender's and receiver's banter and fighting turns into something more than hateful encounters.
headlock. sender manages to pull receiver into a headlock and continue a physical altercation.
betrayal. receiver confronts sender over feeling betrayed by them.
enemies with benefits. sender and receiver engage in a physical relationship despite the fact they're enemies.
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How long had she been there? She wasn't entirely sure, and frankly, she didn't care anymore. All she cared about was finding a way to get out of this shit show, and that was what she was doing. Whatever this situation was, it was some kind of sick joke and it was driving her crazy. Part of her was glad that she was not alone, that she had Violet for company, but at the same time, she could tell that she was beginning to get on the other woman's nerves (and the feeling was somewhat mutual). How much longer would they have to endure this?
That morning, she had woken up earlier than normal, unable to fully settle, and she had begun testing everything, no matter how many times both of them had already tried it. Every lock, every potential weak spot in a door or a window, even though she knew that everything had already been exhausted. When she heard Violet's voice from behind her, Taryn glanced up to look at her, giving a small shrug.
"Never know. I just can't keep sitting around doing nothing, even if it means I lose my goddamn mind trying the same things over and over."
violet rolled her eyes. they had tried every door, every window, the chimney, the attic, the floorboards, but whoever had put them there was ten steps ahead. she had long since lost hope and the fact that taryn still had some only irritated her further. didn't she get it? at one point she had been where taryn was now, convinced that if she just checked on more lock or searched one more room, that she would find something she had somehow missed before. it hadn't taken long for the house to chip away at that foolish optimism. "if there was a way out, we would have found it by now." she pushed herself away from the cooker and crossed the room, stopping beside the table. "if you're going to insist on carrying on then at least do it quietly. i've got a headache and this," she gestured towards the window taryn had been trying to open, "isn't helping."
based on: marriage of convenience
aurora sat alone at the kitchen island, glaring down at the ring on her finger before she picked up the glass of wine in front of her. the ring felt heavy, a constant reminder of the burden she was being forced to bear. a marriage a convenience, her father had called it. convenient to whom? certainly not to her. she hadn't been given a choice in the matter. had been told it was her duty. be the perfect wife, earn his trust, listen, and report back. she hadn't decided what she would do just. she cared little for her new husband, but she hated her father for locking her in this gilded cage whilst he put on his little performance and waxed poetic about "uniting the families".
she didn't look around when she heard sounds of movement behind her indicating that she was no longer alone. she downed the rest of her wine and set the empty glass down before asking, "what do you want."
@wintcrstcrfall
based on: witness protection couple
by the third month, magnus no longer went still at the sound of the front door unlocking because it was always her. always the same routine, always the same carefully rehearsed illusion of normality. he had a new surname, a new house, new job, new life, new wife, and though he had stopped expecting imminent danger, he had yet to relax. perhaps it was because he knew the system, knew how easy it was for everything to fall apart with one minuscule detail. knew how easy it was for them to be found. magnus sat at the kitchen island, an untouched mug of coffee in front of him, watching her as she moved around the kitchen. he felt like she had adapted a lot easier to this new life than he had. or at the very least, she was better at hiding her frustration. "do we have to go?" he asked her, referring to the party that one of her work colleagues was hosting. "it's not exactly low-key."
@chains0flove
based on: two lonely hearts
violet had stopped counting the days properly somewhere around the second week. it was around about then that she had stopped looking for a way to escape. at first she had tried relentlessly. she had pulled up every rug and reached into every corner for a way to break free of this godforsaken house. and when, one morning, she had awoken to find that she was no longer alone her efforts had doubled, invigorated by the helping hand she thought she now had. but constant failure had only led to rapidly increasing frustration and they spent more time bickering now than they did looking for an escape route or wondering who on earth put them there and why.
when violet walked into the kitchen that morning, she wasn't surprised to find the other there, and she was only mildly surprised to find them trying to prise the window open. for a moment she just leaned back against the cooker and watched, arms folded across her chest. "we've already tried that."
@etxrnaleclipse
laurenβs eyes drift over his features, her brows pulling together as the confusion deepens. there had been some kind of accident. something she couldnβt quite remember but it would explain why she was here. she waits for him to explain, to tell her who he is. why heβs sitting so close, their hands locked together like it means something. but instead, heβs suddenly on his feet, leaving the room and her alone. panic rises fast. her breathing grows louder in the quiet as her gaze darts around the room. she doesnβt understand what he is to her, only that now that heβs gone, something feels wrong. an anxious, gnawing need for him to come back.
her attention drops to her hands. she moves each finger slowly, tapping them together, grounding herself in the motion until he returns. βhow?β she winces as he helps her sit up, taking the paper cup from him. one small sip turns into her draining it completely, the cool water soothing her raw, itching throat. βhow did i hit my headβ¦ and who are you?β her eyes widen slightly as she speaks, each word careful, deliberate. βyou donβt look like a doctor. iβ¦ i remember my mom. my family. i justβ¦β her voice falters. βit feels like things are missing.β
"i don't know," alex admitted quietly. "i was hoping you could tell me." he gave a rueful kind of smile, because it seemed highly unlikely that lauren would remember how she had hit her head if she didn't even remember him. "they think you fell down some stairs but..." he broke off with a shrug. "i'm not a doctor." for a moment he didn't elaborate. his eyes flickered over her face again, searching for some sign, any indication that she was just disorientated, hoping that if he looked long enough then he would see the recognition snap back into place. but no, nothing. "i'm a friend." that felt like the safer option. it came with less pressure, less expectation. he would tell her the truth eventually, but now was not the time nor the place.
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"It is amazing, yeah. That's the best part of the job, honestly. It tends to be a nightmare for my back when I'm hunched over the many sketches."she said with a light chuckle. "That's nice, that you like to travel when you can. You wouldn't believe how many people I've met who actually despise leaving their country. Even hometowns."she shrugged, not judging those people in the slightest but she thought they were truly missing out. "Where did you travel last?"she asked Lyra curiously. "For fun? Well, I got a lot of hobbies. Kinda like to try out different things - from pottery to culinary classes to salsa dancing. I enjoy a good wine and watching a fresh documentary. Or a good movie. I enjoy going to the theater. Or go out for movies - popcorn just always tastes better there. I like to go to a good concert, or a party - used to go on raves when I was younger."she admitted with a smirk. "You? I imagine your work tires you out a lot, but judging from our first encounter... you sure do know how to have fun."
"italy," lyra replied. "i'm not sure that counts as travelling though, given that i spent half my childhood there. although even if i hadn't, the food alone would be enough to convince me to keep going back." she smiled. "i was visiting my grandparents, which is probably the least adventurous answer i could have given someone who's travelled as much as you." as she listened to genevieve start reeling off a whole list of hobbies, her eyes widened slightly. whatever honest answer she gave now was going to be so boring in comparison. "i should probably lie because the truth is wholly underwhelming." her tone was light, but she was only half-joking. "i read when i can. i run. i do like to cook when i have the time for it but that's a rare occasion."
Her hazel hues looked up in slight panic as she tried to understand what was going on and where she was. The man held his hands up in a manner that would show he means no harm. "Accident? What kind of accident?"the redhead asked and felt a sharp pain in the back of her head as she looked to the side, seeing the big windows overlooking the city. As he introduced himself Zaria let her gaze fall onto him again, he looked just as stunned as she was. And he looked exhausted, the bags under the eyes, the bloodied gaze... Everything he was saying made her believe she should know who he is, but she didn't. Her lips pressed together tightly as her doe like hues filled with tears. "I feel like I should but I... I don't. I'm sorry."Zaria apologized, her voice breaking at the end as her breathing got a bit uneven and she placed a hand on her chest, trying to inhale deeply and exhale in order not to get into a panic attack.
"it was a car accident," alex answered her quietly. "a bad one." he had spent days sitting at her bedside praying that she would wake up, imagining what it would be like when she did, but he had never imagined that when she did, he would be a stranger to her. "don't apologise." his words were firm but not unkind. he didn't attempt to move closer, being careful not to crowd her. "you're okay, you're alive, and you're safe. anything else is a problem for another day." the beeping of the ecg monitor snagged his attention - he had been listening to the steady rhythm that represented zaria's heartbeat for long enough that he immediately noted any change, and the rhythm was now becoming faster and uneven. when he looked back to her and saw her hand pressed against her chest, he realised what was happening. "hey, hey you're okay. relax, breathe."
