𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎

independent & selective multimuse.

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hello! i am amber. i am 33 years old and in the gmt timezone. 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 he’s crazy and needs constant supervision

anyways have fun here's some links

guide / muses / wishlist / wanted & banned / open starters

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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 😂😂 or occasionally during my downtime at work

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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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[etxrnaleclipse]

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."

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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."

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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

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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."

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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."

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[nihiillism]

lauren’s eyes drift over his features, her brows pulling together as the confusion deepens. there had been some kind of accident. something she couldn’t quite remember but it would explain why she was here. she waits for him to explain, to tell her who he is. why he’s sitting so close, their hands locked together like it means something. but instead, he’s 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 doesn’t understand what he is to her, only that now that he’s 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. “how?” 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. “how did i hit my head… and who are you?” her eyes widen slightly as she speaks, each word careful, deliberate. “you don’t look like a doctor. i… i remember my mom. my family. i just…” her voice falters. “it feels like things are missing.”

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"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.

[sarawritesx]

"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."

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"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."

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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.

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"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."

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"Careful. What happens when I get too good at punching people?" This polite conversation that steered clear from all of the mines that hid under the surface, threatening to explode if one of them did not watch their tongue, stumbling into a dangerous territory. It had happened before and the track record showed it would happen again if she kept staying in his proximity. That though was the most painful at the moment - that she couldn't be in the presence of the person she loved the most, in fear that it would only cause more harm. And she was tired of hurting, of feeling lost and humiliated, but unable to transform all the bad into hatred towards him. What would be the end of them? "As opposed to... all the other times I'm not?" She'd told herself not to answer this way, to just say a stiff, detached 'thank you' before finding an excuse to leave and try not to turn back. Instead, her voice was almost lighthearted, as if no pain at all was hiding underneath. Would it get easier with time? Loving him but not having him? "You look handsome in that suit as well. It gives the perfect contrast with your eyes."

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"then i suppose i'd have to start being much more careful around you," came his response with a quiet laugh and a shake of his head. the conversation was easy, but it made him feel worse. if talking to her felt strained, if he had to force it, then that weight on his chest whenever he wasn't around her might ease up a little. instead, every moment, every word exchanged, only served to remind him what he had chosen to walk away from. "that's not what i meant and you know it," he cast her a sideways glance, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips. "you always look beautiful." would it pass for politeness or friendly flattery if someone happened to overhear? did it even matter? there was nothing going on between them now, luca had made sure of that. "what, this old thing?" his eyes dropped down briefly before lifting and finding her gaze again. "just something i pulled out the back of the closet." he shrugged.

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she doesn’t know where she is. her eyes open to a sharp pain along her temple that makes her wince. her limbs feel heavy, aching as lauren tries to lift her hand, but it’s too much, like her body doesn’t belong to her. everything feels weighted, distant. she stares up at the bright lights for a moment before finally managing to turn her head. her cheek presses into the cool pillow as her gaze settles on someone she doesn’t recognize. right? her brows knit together, her eyes drifting from his face down to his hand resting over hers. why is he touching her? confusion rises fast, thick in her chest.

she parts her lips to speak, but it feels like her mouth is stuffed with cotton. dry, scratchy. she closes it again, running her tongue over her lips, searching for any trace of moisture. “water.” the word comes out rough, unfamiliar. like it doesn’t belong to her. how did she get here? it’s a hospital. obviously there was some kind of accident, but she can’t remember what. she takes a slow breath, eyes closing. what’s the last thing she does remember? dancing. she remembers dancing. the piano. the music she made. and then...nothing. just a wall. with a quiet sigh, she opens her eyes again, looking at the man who seems like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. “i’m sorry, i…” she falters.

“i… who are you?”

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alex froze. for a moment he thought - hoped - he had misheard her. but no, even after he gave himself a moment to let his exhausted brain catch up, the words were the same. "i'm alex," he answered roughly after a moment. "i'm--" he broke off, not sure how to best finish the sentence. "you were in an accident." he decided not to finish it at all. "i'll get you some water." he said abruptly and was immediately up and out of the room, desperate to be somewhere she couldn't see him. how could she not know who he was? was it just because she had just woken up? was it long term? was she okay?

he returned minutes later with a jug of water and some paper cups. he set them down on the bedside table before pouring some of the water into one of the paper cups before carefully helping lift her just enough so that she could drink. "careful," he murmured. "you hit your head pretty hard."

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Her lips pursed as Lyra talked about her twin, being a bit short on the whole story but Gen couldn't blame her for it, they were just starting to get to know one another after she ditched her after their hook up, so if this continues somewhere maybe, just maybe, Gen will find out more. "Still sucks. I hope something changes for you two in the future."she murmured with a nod, not wanting to press much on the matter. Nodding at her, it felt good to say she was a widow, still not sure in which direction they will go after this coffee or if they will even see each other again, but just in case, it was important information for her to share. "I've been to Mount Sinai before. I broke my finger a couple of years back and went to the ER."Gen chuckled. "That's very nice to hear, it's a noble calling, I imagine one wouldn't be able to do it if they didn't fully commit, even when things get hard."she mused and took a sip of her coffee. "It was sort of a natural step for me - my mother was an architect, a very well-respected one in France. I always was around her when she worked, went to meetings and construction sites, so it kinda just happened. And I do love it a lot, it made me travel a whole lot, I got to meet interesting people along the way. And it pays quite well."she said with a shrug and a chuckle.

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"thank you. i hope so too." lyra usually avoided the topic of her sister where possible, or changed the subject as soon as she could, but she found it very easy to talk to genevieve, even about her sister. easier than it should have been, considering how little they knew each other. "that sounds cool, especially the travelling. nursing doesn't offer a lot of opportunities for travel." the smile she offered her was a little rueful. "i mean, i've travelled in my personal time but to get to do it as part of a job sounds amazing." lyra shifted slightly in her seat and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "so, outside of work, what do you like to do for fun?"

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The sound of machines beeping around her confused the redhead at first. She couldn't really comprehand was she dreaming or if this was the reality, feeling stuck somewhere in between. But the sounds were getting louder, and Zaria recognized them, being a nurse herself it all started to make sense. But why were her eyes closed and why did she struggle so much to open them?

The realization she was actually the one in the hospital bed struck her as she began to open her eyes and blinked slowly a couple of times to clear her vision. She could feel the breathing tube under her nose, the needle in her arm, patches on her chest that followed her vitals... and a touch. Then, all of a sudden, a face leaned towards her, and her heart rate spiked up. Zaria didn't know why she was here, she couldn't recall, and her hand pulled out of his swiftly, as if she was stung by his touch. "W-what happened to me?"she asked, and looked down at her arms and legs, she could move all her fingers and toes so that was a relief. "Do I - I - who are you?"she asked with her brows furrowing as she grabbed onto the sheets tightly with her hand for some support.

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alex let her pull her hand from his but hurt flashed across his face, which he then quickly wiped away. she had been unconscious for a while and would be disorientated now, it was only natural. at least, that's what the doctors had said, but the sight of her recoiling from him still hurt. he held his hands up as if to show he wasn't a threat. "hey, hey, it's okay," he said quickly, voice rough and cracked from exhaustion. "you were in an accident. you're in the hospital." he fell silent for a moment to let her process that information before he opened his mouth to ask, again, if she was feeling okay when she asked him who he was and he shut his mouth without saying anything, his expression blank with shock. he stared at her, his eyes searching her face desperately for some delayed flicker of recognition but there was nothing. "i'm alex," he could barely force the sentence out. he didn't know what else to say, if he should tell her more or if he should get a doctor, worried that this was an indicator of something more serious. "you don't remember me?" he couldn't help but ask.