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This is a multimuse roleplay blog. Sideblog to nightdaughtcr. Very selective, very slow. Want to interact? Send me a message first. Mostly open to plotted things; I prefer writing 1 to 2, sometimes 3-paragraph threads. Please call me Rune. I am Dutch, over 30, and have been writing here on Tumblr for a long time. BLOG ROLL: main blog @nightdaughtcr, other blog @blcodlusted.

Active Muses

GRACE: inter alia / FC : rebecca ferg.uson / 41 / human / she/her / lesbian.

LIZZIE STARK: peaky blinders / FC : natasha o'kee.ffe / 20-35. / human / she/her / bi-sexual.

RUNE: original character / FC : florence we.lch / born in 1649 / witch/fae / she/her & they/them / lesbian.

SADIE ANDERSON: lip service / FC : natasha o'kee.ffe / 23 - 38 / human / she/her / lesbian.

VERONIKA VANDERBERG: now you see me now you don't / FC: rosamund pi.ke / mid 40's / human / she/her / bi-sexual.

On Request / Only plotted.

ALICE WILFORD: snow piercer OC / FC : sharon sto.ne / between 30 & 58. / human / she/her / bi-sexual / polyamorous. Former lawyer, now wife of Joseph Wilford.

CAROL AIRD: carol / FC: cate blan.chett / late 30's / human / she/her / lesbian.

DOTTIE UNDERWOOD: agent carter / FC: bridget re.gan / modified human / she/her / lesbian.

EMMA GRIEVES: intergalactic / multi verse / FC : natasha o'kee.ffe / immortal / science accident gone wrong, was once human / she/her / pan-sexual, preference for women.

ELSPETH CATTON: saltburn / FC: rosamund pi.ke / mid 40's / human / former model, upperclass, mother / she/her / bi-sexual.

FEDORA: jekyll & hyde itv / FC: natasha o'kee.ffe / supernatural being, who attracts other supernatural beings and can control the less intelligent ones / she/her / pan-sexual, single ship with captain dance in most verses.

FRAN: i care a lot / FC: eiza gon.zalez / 30. / she/her / lesbian / co-owner of a care facility / human.

ROSE THE HAT: doctor sleep / FC : rebecca ferg.uson / aprox 700 / she/her / bi-sexual / leader of the true knot / some kind of energy vampire.

VANESSA IVES: penny dreadful / FC: eva gr.een / 28 ish / she/her / bi-sexual / reincarnation of Lilith/Amunet.

moxyphinx

"I just thought, 'I really want to go and lounge around on some sofas and do absolutely nothing and drop some funny lines.'" ROSAMUND PIKE on playing ELSPETH CATTON in SALTBURN (2023)

#[ muse | elspeth. ]#[ visage | elspeth. ]#i want to write her. so consider her added again.

rebeccalouisaferguson

Today, when it comes to film promotion, there's a lot of talk about method dressing. Does this technique also apply to hairstyling?

Jillian Halouska, Rebecca's hairstylist: Yes, absolutely. When I work with Rebecca Ferguson, there's a real desire to play with her style. Her stylist, Tom Eerebout, whom I adore, always comes up with very interesting ideas for her premieres. I receive his outfit ideas, then I create a mood board to define a common thread. For example, for the promotion of Peaky Blinders, there was always a braid, in one form or another, either very discreet or more prominent. The idea was to integrate an element of the project, but subtly, without it looking like a costume.

#[ visage | grace. ]#[ muse | grace. ]

cculters

a slight tilt of her head & a small, knowing smile, soon eclipsed by her hand as she brought the cigarette back to her lips, was answer enough. left open to lizzie’s own interpretation as to why her gaze had lingered on her a few too many times throughout the evening. ❝ oh, all of them? ❞ marisa’s brow arched in quiet question before she exhaled a slow stream of smoke. ❝ so ranking higher than the others still not suffice to earn one a place in the ‘for’ column? your husband, dare i say, may have his head screwed on better than most. who would’ve thought politics required so little brains at all... ❞

far too many women seemed content with the course their lives had been set upon. whatsoever guiding their actions... all content to remain no more than porcelain ornaments at their husband’s side. not that marisa thought they excelled in that role either... if that were the case, she wouldn’t be leaving a trail of stares in her wake like breadcrumbs... & elizabeth, too, required neither make-up nor extravagant jewels to radiate a natural beauty others could only envy. beautiful & smart...

marisa nodded softly as her dæmon’s golden tail swept across the tiles, as though in quiet approval of lizzie’s words. she gasped then, quite theatrically, ❝ an affair? oh my... & here i thought they were far too proud for anything but playing the field... ❞ how most wives wouldn’t even dare contemplate their husbands’ notorious infidelity was quite beyond her. ❝ but do tell me... ❞ marisa added, ever so softly sliding closer to the other woman, ❝ are you to be the mind behind the schemes that will eventually corner dear mr pool? ❞

daffcdill

"Almost all of them are. Even my own husband, especially him." She said. She knew Tommy, and she knew that he wasn't a nice man. The war had taken the nice parts away. She, herself, had gotten harder in time; she had seen too much, gone through too much, to not have rough edges. Maybe that was what made her not like most women here; they had everything handed to them on a platter, but not Marisa. She seemed to be a fighter, someone who also has rough edges. "I still love him, but it's the truth. He is a very smart man, sees things not many others do, and he does care about some things more deeply than he lets on. Doesn't mean he can still be a bastard," She said the last part with a small smile and winked at Marisa. Tommy was a bastard in a whole different way than the other men; he did have morals and was a family man. His family was the most important thing in the world, and she was now a part of that family, together with their daughter Ruby. And she was deeply in love with him, would always be, even when he sometimes treated her badly.

Lizzie wasn't going to confess that, yes, she was here to get dirt on some people. Some things Tommy could use to advance in politics. So instead of answering the last question, she takes another drag of her cigarette, "he has more interest in men in the bedroom than women, it seems." In her opinion, one may love who they love; she didn't see the problem with same sex couplings, but it was something frowned upon by some others. Tommy shared her thoughts on the subject; they were quite progressive in that regard. "His lover is quite prominent as well," and he was not here, so she didn't think Marisa would realise who it was tonight.

#cculters #[ marisa & lizzie. ]#[ writing | lizzie. ]#[ muse | lizzie. ]

cculters

in a fleeting moment, the brunette chewed lightly at the inside of her lip before leaning against the railing with the softest hum. there was nothing particularly subtle in performing a quiet measure of another's character. it might have been a rather poor quirk — forming strong opinions upon first meeting someone... nonetheless, she's been scarcely wrong about those first impressions. & now, marisa couldn't help a small smile under her nose, one arm wrapped around her middle, the other elbow resting atop her forearm as she drew in a slow inhale, letting the smoke fill her lungs. the monkey previously perched upon the railing, dropped lightly to the ground as marisa’s head spun faintly. it had been quite some time since she last smoked. maman had never much approved of it... still, he kept his distance from the other dæmon, offering no more than a small nod in acknowledgement.

❝ oh? ❞ genuine surprise coloured marisa’s voice as she tapped the ash over the balcony. ❝ presumptuous, as my own husband would no doubt call me, along most of his dear friends… i haven't made it much the habit to be allowed to speak first, ❞ this time her smile widened. not a single trace of feeling sorry painted on her face. ❝ refreshing… ❞ she mused then. ❝ though it does make me wonder why i’ve heard so little from you this evening. i couldn’t help but notice — there were moments you seemed to bite your tongue. more than a few, in fact. ❞

daffcdill

She found she liked Marisa's boldness, the way she spoke her mind, not caring about the consequences. It seemed to come with a freedom that Lizzie had never felt before. She let her eyes go over her form, taking in the way she stood at the railing, one arm over the other, protective of herself. There was more there than she was willing to show; it made her curious. At the other's statement about her holding her tongue, she smiled back at her. "Hmm, so you've been watching me?" A brow rose in question, still the smile lingered on her lips.

"Truth is that most of the women bore me, and the men are all bastards." She said easily, taking another drag of her cigarette before continuing, "I prefer to watch, to see what is happening around me. You can tell a lot about people by just watching them interact with others." She normally didn't enjoy these parties, with too many stuck-up people who only cared about their image. "Did you know that Mr Pool has been having an affair?" Tom liked her to come with him just for this, to have her watch, listen, and report back to him with rumours and things he could use against someone.

#cculters #[ writing | lizzie. ]#[ muse | lizzie. ]#[ marisa & lizzie. ]

peakyblinded

PEAKY BLINDERS FASHION [6/??] Lizzie’s very green dress

requested by anonymous

#[ muse | lizzie. ]#[ visage | lizzie. ]#i love this dress on her so much #this entire look is just ugh #beautiful

cculters

marisa let the balcony door fall shut behind her & her dæmon, making no move to adjust her shawl as the cool night air curled round her bare arms & back. she didn’t particularly enjoy the cold, yet its bite was pleasantly sobering, precisely the clarity she needed. & a cigarette, too — apparently. ❝ thank you, ❞ she murmured, accepting the offer. she set it between her lips & leaned in — a silent invitation for the other to light it. her blue eyes met the woman’s as the flame caught, taking her in — not for the first time, though she’d never approached her until now. she’d always watched, always listened. rumours meant little without one’s own conclusions. & she had heard a fair few things about the woman — more so about her husband, truth be told, & that from her own, no less. ❝ they get better, once you find your own piece to chew on, ❞ marisa found herself saying before exhaling, her gaze steady, unblinking, fixed upon the other. ❝ it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. ❞ she added, extending her free hand in a gesture that looked perfectly formal — or so it would have seemed. things were rarely what they appeared to be on the surface.

daffcdill

She took out a lucifer and lit it for the other, her hand cupping around the flame to keep it alive long enough to light her cigarette. She kept her gaze on the other woman, not looking away before leaning back when she saw the flame had caught. "Do they?" She questioned back, a half smile playing on her face, thinking she had caught the meaning of what she had said, but not being certain, she didn't want to assume after all. Her fox daemon, a dark silver in colour, tentatively moved to the golden monkey, as a way to greet them, make himself known to the other.

She took Marisa's hand, "It definitely is a pleasure." She responded. Keeping her eyes locked for a while longer, but after a little bit, Lizzie looked away from Marisa's penetrating gaze, looking out over the city. She took another drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke away from them, "It seems our husbands have been spending quite some time together. Because of that, I've heard your name fall into our household a few times." She paused for a moment, looking back at her, "It seems my husband was quite impressed by your intelligence, said something about you is different from the other wives he had seen around."

#[ muse | lizzie. ]#[ writing | lizzie. ]#cculters #[ marisa & lizzie. ]

alyafae

An old historical house, paranormal activities, frightened occupants. Nothing about it was extraordinary for the Warrens but naturally, every case was different. The moment Lorraine stepped into the house she noticed the presence of something unnatural. While Ed took over the talking, she took the time to walk around a bit, the rosary in her hand as always. The energy felt very off but Lorraine didn’t think that it felt malevolent at all.

When she looked at one of the occupants, Sadie, she believed, she listened and thought her assumption to be confirmed. “It seems like you are not dealing with a malevolent spirit,” she commented. “At least not in the traditional sense.” If this woman had been able to block out a spirit like that, it could either mean the spirit wasn’t too strong or perhaps something about her was rather special as well. “When did this start?”

daffcdill

The others tried to tell Lorraine that it had touched them, one of them even having been marked, and they showed the pictures. Sadie stayed quiet while they all talked. She had been the least affected after all, but after a while, she said, "Maybe it doesn't like us renovating, but the place was falling apart before we started, it had been abandoned for a few years." Sadie's bright eyes followed the other woman, watching how she moved and how she listened to them all, and she couldn't help but check her out a bit more.

"It is most active in the cellar. That's also where my friend got the scratches. Want me to show you the cellar and show you the rest of the house as well?" She asked as she knew the others wouldn't go down there anymore, not after what had happened. And Sadie wouldn't mind spending a bit more time in the others' presence.

#alyafae #[ alyafae | lorraine. ]#[ lorraine & sadie. ]#[ writing | sadie. ]#[ muse | sadie. ]

judgeparks

i wish i could deny it, but however blurred the details i provided, sadie's remark proved uncomfortably accurate. & a part of me cannot help but wonder : had michael put in more effort, would there still be a chance at going through this unspeakably hard time together? was there even the slightest chance that every last remaining aspect of my life would not fall apart? & in my heart of hearts, i know the answer, & it makes me purse my lips before offering the smallest nod.

i don't dwell on it further, & instead turn all my attention back to the young woman. to the smile she offers. her lively energy makes it easier to feel something beyond the constant ache coiling inside my chest. i gasp softly before i think better of my reaction. it wasn't filled with judgement at all, but i realise it might well be perceived that way by the younger woman. ❝ oh, if we had much say in the matter of who we fall in love with… it could save us a great deal of heartbreak. ❞ i say fast, offering understanding. after all, now more than ever, i see the mistakes i too might have made over the course of our marriage, driven solely by love for my son & husband.

i find myself giving a laugh then. it comes unbidden, & for all the surprise, i let it carry over the sounds of the busy traffic. i might lose count of the number of times sadie has so overtly chosen to flirt with me. & in truth, i am not sure how to respond. perhaps twenty years of marriage have made me lose the knack. & had that not taken me a little aback, the next words might well have caused a soft burn to my pale cheeks. not that i was to read too much into that statement… ❝ there's a fair share of things, relatively safe & well... legal, that can provide just enough excitement. or perhaps skydiving might not do the trick in the end? ❞ oh god, i hope my cheeks have not coloured, but the karaoke bar is just around the corner, & i turn into the alley, relieved we might soon step into its ambient light. i open the door & hold it for sadie to step in first.

daffcdill

"It started as something fun, didn't expect to actually fall in love. Expected to have my heart broken even less. But here we are, moving on and looking at the future ahead." She responded, "The near future is filled with horrible singing and dancing from my side, but I do feel like we are going to have fun together." She took Jessica's arm in hers, linking them as if they were already good friends. She found that she liked the sound of Jessica laughing and vowed to make her laugh more often tonight. Sadie was sure they would only have tonight together, and she was going to make the most of it. Hoping to go home with the other woman, but if she wouldn't, that was okay as well, as long as they had fun together, right?

Sadie was good at noticing things, and even though she wasn't going to comment on it, she did notice the slight colouring of the others' cheeks in response to her comments. And she filed that away for later. She was honest to a fault, oversharing all the time, and she knew that it sometimes put people off, but she wasn't going to change herself for anyone, and so far it seemed that Jessica wasn't too put off by it. "I never tried skydiving before. Have you?" She questioned as she uncurled her arm from Jessica's and stepped into the karaoke bar. She looked around and found she quite liked the ambience. "What kind of drink can I get you?"

#judgeparks #[ jessica & sadie. ]#[ writing | sadie. ]#[ muse | sadie. ]

fclieadeuxx

there didn’t seem to be any hesitation before words flowed easily between them. it impressed her how freely the other woman spoke, unbothered by jessica’s own profession — & it was oddly relieving. in the end, it's been for years on end so : no clear line drawn between the courtroom, court cases, & her family or private life. even her own son, her dear harry, sometimes treated her more like a judge than a mother. & oh, wasn't he the very one who made her spiral into the gray area of law loopholes & the legal versus moral responsibility. still, jessica’s brow arched, dare she say, impressed. ❝ it wasn’t the first time, was it? ❞ she asked, voice softer, bright eyes fixed on the other woman. in many ways, court cases weren’t far from theatre — fates handed to a small group tasked with weighing every shard of evidence & objection of roles played before them. & sadie seemed very much the performer — poised enough to navigate it, even if jessica sensed no lie in anything she’d shared. both of them might well be questioned for their choices tonight — an easy thought to dismiss as sadie’s shoulder brushed hers, sparking an unexpected sense of familiarity. ❝ oh, i imagine it’s nothing like you remember. but nonetheless : welcome home. &—— oh, well… ❞ it still felt strange to find herself at a loss for words — but broken relationships hardly seemed the right thing to bond over.

nonetheless, the subject pushed itself to the surface, & she instinctively rubbed onto her ring finger, ornamented by a golden ring no longer. something between a quiet breath & a small smile escaped her before she spoke. ❝ yes, i’ve just gone through a break-up as well… it feels as though a lot of old structures have been collapsing lately... ❞ birds of a feather flock together — there was something oddly fitting about the saying in that moment. grief had a strange way of recognising its own. both their lives had been turned clean on their heads ; perhaps that alone was reason enough to seek a moment of ease & something resembling familiarity, something that would help take one's mind off the weighting matters. ❝ my ex-husband is a barrister — as i used to be. for a long time i did everything to keep our marriage steady where our careers could get in the way. but when our son got into some—— trouble... everything proved as fragile as a house of cards. ❞ saying it aloud felt like reopening a wound she hand't yet even got used to covering. ❝ so i’m sorry you’ve had to go through having your heart bruised like that too. & i know saying you’re still young & beautiful won’t necessarily help, ❞ a winder smile etched back into jessica's lips, ❝ but there’s comfort in knowing there are paths yet to discover. would be a pity to lose the opportunity over shoplifting, though. ❞ the words were meant to tease ; her very tone lifted, just enough to soften the heaviness & playful glint lighting her blue-green eyes as she guided sadie down another alleyway, leading them towards soho, where she was sure the karaoke bar wouldn't even be half filled at this early hour.

daffcdill

Sadie just shrugged when Jessica (@judgeparks) said more than she asked, that she had done it before, because she had. It was something that made her feel alive, knowing that she could just take what she wanted. But that she had gotten caught this time made her think maybe she should find other ways to get an adrenaline kick. When Jess started to open up about her own divorce, she listened first, letting her tell the story before giving her own opinion on what she had said. "Sounds like you did most of the heavy lifting to keep you all together, while he took it all for granted." She said, eyes flitting over the older woman, taking her in and noticing she didn't want to speak about it further, not yet, at least.

Sadie smiled back at her, at the compliment in there, "Oh yes, I should have known that falling for an older married woman could've only ended one way for me." She commented, knowing very well how it sounded. "Still, I am indeed young and beautiful," she said as if stating a fact, not out of arrogance but out of confidence, knowing how hard she had worked for her physique. "And in the company of a very beautiful woman, who seems to be in need of a drink and a way to be able to let off some steam as much as I do." She laughed a little out loud, "Hmm, yeah, I am thinking about quitting the shoplifting part, but I quite like the hit of adrenaline I get when doing it. It's almost as good as having good sex with a beautiful woman."

#sadie is so neurodivergent #i just can't with her tbh #i love her so much #[ muse | sadie. ]#[ writing | sadie. ]#judgeparks #[ jessica & sadie. ]

@cculters / marisa x rose the hat.

Hunger, that was what she felt. A thirst for their essence, their steam. One day, there had been many more creatures like her, but they were no longer among them. They had all been killed, and now she was alone. She had found her way here, a country filled with many children. No adults in place, and she could feed from some of the children as much as she wanted.

As she was about to cut open a child she caught, torturing them, they being scared and in pain made the steam so much tastier, so much sweeter, she heard someone come in. 'Stay away.' She growled in their head, her voice in this woman's head as if it were a thought of her own, 'or I will make you regret ever laying eyes on me'. She looked back at them, her eyes lighting up in the darkness of the room.

#cculters #[ muse | rose. ]#[ writing | rose. ]#[ marisa & rose. ]

what are your hands covered in?

Dafne: G L A S S .

Shards of material scratch your skin, cuts bleeding sluggishly onto your knees. You try to rub the blood away, but only smear it into your skin. Will it stain? You have given up, havent you? It got to be too much, and these pieces of you fractured apart because you can not comprehend seeing your own reflection, who you truly are. You cradle the cracked pieces close, now cold to the touch, and wonder why you let so much go. Is it not the way of the world to drift and push away?

TAGGED BY: @cculters TAGGING: already tagged from the other blog.

#[ headcanon | dafne. ]#[ muse | dafne. ]