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Poker Face 2.01 "The Game Is a Foot"

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Rebecca Ferguson and Hannah Waddingham at F1, Silverstone l July 6, 2025

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Lanfear | The Wheel of Time 3x03

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Even after the world went to shit, one thing remained the same. Her role as a sergeant. Well, in one way or another. She went from teaching fresh faced snotty brats the military roots and how to hold a gun to people of all ages. People from all sorts of walks of life. People who even had to change their principles from never having wanted to touch a weapon at all. In times like these it was better to at least have some ability of self defense, be it against zombies, be it against raiders, or encountering wildlife even. She'd just told one of the younger guys of the group how to have a better grip on the gun before sending him off back upstairs. Lessons at the put-together shooting range were over for the day. When the guy moved towards the exit, she gazed at his feet until he'd be out of sight through the doorframe - her eyes landing on a familiar face.

Too familiar, perhaps. A weakness, others would say. But even a cold blooded killer machine like her couldn't deny the feelings she had for those she cared about. And Blair happened to be one of those people, maybe a bit too close for comfort even. ''Hey there stranger,'' at the sight of Blair she always felt like she could breathe a little easier. She was a reminder to roll her shoulders back and stop clenching her jaw. A hint of a smile formed on her features, one that did manage to reach her eyes though happiness was hard for Emery to enjoy - it always had been, even pre-apocalypse. Her gaze fell upon Blair's arm when she got closer, causing her smile to falter. ''What's happened and who do I need to kill?''

open to female & nb

zombie apocalypse au. blair is back from a supply run and is looking for your muse at the makeshift encampment who is busy with [medical stuff? governing stuff? food stuff? you pick], the two of them probably have some undefined relationship because commitment is weird when the world is ending

BLAIR DRAKE. 30s. she/her. bisexual. former high school softball coach.

Blair was exhausted, finally back from what had been meant to be a quick supply run that had turned into a fight with their small team on the run. They’d lost some of what they had gathered, but they all made it out alive, which is what mattered. Blair hardly remembered the deep gash over her bicep until someone asked about the bloodied rag tied there. She’d been taken to one of the medical floors for someone to give her stitches and when she asked about the one person she always seemed to find herself around these days, she was told they were busy. Sounded right.

Blair should have gone back to her bunk and gotten some sleep. Hell, some semblance of washing up might have been smart too. Instead she found herself leaning against the wall outside of where she could hear the other working, eventually sliding down until she sat, forearms resting on her bent knees. She listened to the familiar voice, muffled from Blair’s spot in the hall, but comforting all the same. It wasn’t until she noticed the sound had stopped that she looked up to see them. “Hey,” Blair couldn’t help the smile that stretched over her face, tired as she was. “I uh...” Now that she thought of it she didn’t have an explanation for what she was doing waiting in the hall on the ground. “I’m back. They told me you were doing your thing.”

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REBECCA FERGUSON AS MAE Reminiscence (2021) dir. Lisa Joy

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Written by Andro / she/her / 30 / GMT+2 / wlw ships Indie multi-muse blog / selective / original & canon °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I prefer to write f/f and f/nb and write wlw ships. I'm down for all sorts of connections and threads, be it familial, total opposites, platonic or romantic. Give me all the cliche hetero tropes and make them f/f.

I can be fairly slow, depending on my work schedule and mental health, please take that into consideration if you're up for writing with me! Feel free to message me anytime!

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Oh no. Shit. Were the first words that came to mind before they got spoken out loud through gritted teeth. She had been going over some renovation plans with one of the engineers in town when she noticed a vehicle move from the corner of her eye before other heads in the diner turned as well. An unknown car driving around town which meant the town had trapped yet another victim to torture. Or victims, depending on how many were in there. First time the car came through, she'd noticed the shape of a woman behind the wheel. Blonde hair, fairly slim. Nothing more that caught her eye immediately. The second time she came around, Emery saw that all too familiar look on her face of confusion. A look she'd gotten used to seeing many times by now, but never looking forward to the part where she had to explain it all.

What this town was, why it looped around, why the monsters came out at night.... questions she still didn't have the answers to. After seven years of entrapment, the hope of ever finding them had been watered down by many drinks of home brewed moonshine or schnapps. That same hope went for her wife never ending up in this place, even though missing her was unbearable at times, she couldn't ever forgive herself if she did end up here - in Hell.

When the car came around for the third time, Emery had gotten up from her booth already and made her way over to the bar facing the front door. If the sheriff didn't plant the spikes soon, this driving around could go on and on until night fall. But then the car stopped right by the diner and she perked up when she got out of the car. A first attempt at asking for directions, she figured. And just like that, the stranger did ask for them.

No one bothered to get up or give the lady directions when she asked for them, as each and every one here had gone through that exact same experience. Sheriff's orders to not say a word, though Emery was one of the exceptions who could. Being the common house leader had its perks, yet loaded with a heavy conscience. Emery got off the bar stool and greeted her. ''Hi, don't mind the people, we're not used to having...'' newcomers, ''...strangers.'' The common house leader directed her back outside so she could talk to her without everybody listening in. ''I hate to break it to you, but there's no motel here in town. You wouldn't find one for miles -'' she nodded toward the road, ''but I'd suggest spending the night here as it's getting dark soon. It's dangerous to stay out, the wildlife is pretty reckless here, they do the weirdest things, not even your car would be safe to sleep in,'' a little lie perhaps. ''We've got plenty of room actually, you're welcome to stay the night. Rather be safe than sorry, right?''

A New Arrival

Acadia was returning home from a small farm that sold seedlings of multiple cuttings from different plants and herbs - they did it annually, and Acadia loved the quality that grew and always bought in bulk. It was a bit of a drive, but she didn't mind one bit, as she enjoyed the music and scenery. She thought she knew the drive like the back of her hand by now, so when a tree had fallen onto the road, blocking her path, getting around it should have been easy. The tree, nor the crows disturbed her, as she wasn't superstitious in the least. Avoiding ladders and black cats were right up there with worshipping invisible people in the sky. At least, that's what she believed.

There weren't any alarm bells going off as she took another way around, as she had never had to take it before, so what it looked like was beyond her. The small town she passed was a little creepy, but she mostly chalked it up to childhood flashbacks. It was annoying when she passed through the town on the second run, but out right frustrating when she looped the third time. It was getting late, and she didn't like the idea of driving in the dark in an unfamiliar area.

Parking her truck in the diner, she debated even getting out. The town didn't feel right to her, and she couldn't figure out why she was so on edge. One too many horror movies was the likely culprit, but it wasn't like people staring at her made her any more comfortable. Finally, she decided to just get out of the car and head into the diner - maybe there was a motel she could rest in for the night, and get proper directions and a map come the morning.

"Excuse me? Can you point me to a motel or something? I'm a little lost and losing my mind going in circles."

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How did she lose? How could she have possibly lost? White noise took over the commotion of the crowd, her manager's hysterics and the other girls' reactions on stage. Shock ran its course through her veins the second the judge, she'd been entertaining and showing her body for the entire night, had given her the lowest score she'd seen in.... ever. She felt as if someone had come out from backstage and yanked a knife into her back over and over and over again as her manager didn't take any of it. Whereas she'd grown comfortable presenting herself in front of people, in front of judges and other girls her age over the years, she suddenly felt embarrassment replace the comfort. She stood nailed to the ground, unable to say something, do something, her smile still steady on her lips but faltering to reach her eyes, she refused to let the tears go. Not here, not now.

When Eve's hand collided with hers, she felt her legs start working again, the noise of her surroundings returned to her ears and she remembered to breathe again when they left the stage. Once back in the dressing room, she swallowed deeply. ''Wh-what was that? Does he hate me or.....or what did I do wrong?'' She'd seen him eye a much prettier blonde girl all night, ''I'm sure Priscilla fucked him or whatever,'' anger started to seep through her voice, irrational thoughts building in her mind as she picked at the strap of her dress. ''Did you see how he looked at her all night? That cunt -'' tears welled in her eyes that she tried to keep her manager from seeing, facing a mirror and pretending to wipe her caked make up off, ''- I hate her, she's always been out to ruin it for me.''

Open to female muses | Evelyn Xiao-Porter, 45 | Plot: Your muse is in a beauty pageant and just lost the big prize. Evelyn is your muse's manager and livid about the results of the competition. Bonus points if they lowkey have a romantic/s*xual thing going on between them.

"Ridiculous! You're ridiculous! You absolute blind fucking oaf. My girl has more talent in her fucking pinky finger than you have in your entire body. She is smart, she is skilled and she does not need to be wasting her time trying to impress you ugly, tasteless group of idiots! You like to call themselves judges? Well you can judge this!" Evelyn reached out, plucking one of the cue cards off of the judges' table and flinging it at one of the judges' heads.

She was usually more tactful than this. Storming onto the stage, yelling at the judges, these were not things she usually did because she was a professional and she knew that it could jeopardize her client's chances. But she had a real bone to pick with the man who had given one of the lowest scores her client had ever received. A score so low, Evelyn was convinced that it had to be a personal vendetta. Besides...they had worked months for this competition. Only for it to be ruined by one person's stupid decision. "Come on, we're leaving", Evelyn decided, grabbing the other woman's hand and pulling her along, already on her way to storming out of the building.

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ANNA TORV as Emily Lawson ↳ TERRITORY ✦ Season 1

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MISS SLOANE + text posts (part 1/?)

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HEY ALL to who are still following me after nearly 3 years of me leaving this indie. I've been thinking about picking this blog back up, so I'll be slowly working on revamping my blog and muses.... stay tuned heh.

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nghtdsires​

open to: any (she prefers women and younger men) plot: your muse has been stood up (or left for some other reason) and Kat steps in

Kat had been at the bar long enough to watch them a table over checking their phone again and again, politely assuring their waiter the other party was coming. Anyone with eyes could tell they had been stood up. A shame if you asked Kat; they were gorgeous. After she’d finally had enough, she approached the table the next time the waiter came by. “Bring us a sauvignon blanc please. I’ll let you choose as long it’s not a cheap bottle.” Her tone left little room for argument, the waiter doing as she was told as she took the empty seat, unfazed by however surprised the other was. “They aren’t coming,” she said, pouring herself some water from the carafe that was left. “But there is no reason your reservation and this look of yours should go to waste. I’m happy to foot the bill this evening.” It sounded perhaps more altruistic than Kat’s motives truly were. She had plenty of money from her job and getting to fully enjoy the sight in front of her with a potential for more was well worth the cost of a pricey dinner. “I hate that someone decided to act poorly at your expense but it seems to be my fortune.”

‘‘mm. i didn’t think anybody would notice. guess my pokerface isn’t all that great.’‘ the redhead mocked on the down low for her online date to stand her up like this. dating apps weren’t to be trusted; noted. or rather, the people she met on them. it was all fun and games until she was supposed to meet someone for real. ‘‘well, shit.’‘ jackie threw her phone back in her purse after checking it regularly under the table for any update or message that the woman named lila would run late or take a raincheck instead. ‘‘i’d hate to be treated like a consolation price, but who am i to decline company when wine is offered so smoothly? guessin’ i ain’t the only one who’s been stood up, that is. who or - what brought you here? surely not the food,’‘ this place had been her date’s pick. probably so they could check on her and run off at the very last second when they saw what a mess jackie truly was. ‘’or -’’ she tilted her head with eyes squinted at the hint of a smirk forming, ‘’- is this all a setup? a fishin’ cat or however the kids call it these days? leave me hangin’ online and then swoop in to save the day all very coincidentally, hm?’’

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Rosie was a bit caught off guard by Cherie’s outburst. In her head, she had thought that Cherie just spent the night partying like a wild party animal and needed a serious wake up call, but now she wondered if she had judged the situation wrongly. Cherie didn’t seem like she was drunk or just came back from a fun time. She seemed hurt. “Like hell you’re walking!”, Rosie retorted - there was absolutely no way she was going to let Cherie walk down a dark empty road in the middle of the night, alone. “I’m not stopping this car so you can get snatched by some maniac out there. Just calm down and tell me what happened, alright? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

after she ran off from the party, in the dark and cold of the night where rain drizzled from the sky, cherie had ran off to the nearest bus stop she could find. dialed the first person she thought she could trust to pick her up from fuck knows where she was and hoped for some comfort when the car stopped in front of her a slow twenty five minutes later. rosie’s harshness, at least that’s what it was to cherie in the moment, upset her more than anything else as she reached out for the car door handle to unlock it from the inside only to find it locked by the driver’s side and without even trying to get out, it detonated her tears to run down her cheeks and ugly sobs to escape her mouth. ‘’i - some girl from art class invited me to some party and i really thought it’d be nice- to be out some more, i thought she was into me but instead she introduced me to some nobody guy who then -’’ she couldn’t even finish without breaking out in worse sobs, the words got stuck in the back of her throat and she shook her head. ‘’i just wanna get the fuck out of here, go someplace alone, i don’t know - i shouldn’t have called, i’m sorry. fuck.’’

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Open to younger female muses (18+ obviously) | Plot: JEALOUS OVERPROTECTIVE ROSIE

“So were you gonna tell me about this new boy that you’re seeing?”, Rosie questioned in a not-so-subtle pry for more information. She had taken the girl under her wing a few months ago and already she was quite attached to her. But it bothered her how quickly she was making friends at school, how quickly she had found a boyfriend, how quickly she had started to pull away from their cozy little family home life. “You know, you should be careful. Boys are nothing but trouble. And there is a lot of crime in this town, it’s really not safe to be going to parties so late.” @indiestarter​

tonight hadn’t been cherie’s first party and was most certainly not going to be her last, but it was a first for the girl to call rosie to please come pick her up from a horrible experience. an experience she had a hard time talking about- and when the blonde, who had been kind enough to come pick her up, questioned her, lectured her, she felt like a bomb ready to explode. ‘’ohmygod, stop it! i asked you to come pick me up, not treat me like a fucking sixteen year old. i can handle myself perfectly fine! it’s not like we’re dating, i don’t owe you any answers. jesus, i kiss one boy that i don’t even like and you’re judging me. you’re judging me, really?! you know what, stop the car. just stop the car, i’ll fucking walk.’’

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This wasn’t the first time that they were running late because of Narcissa’s desire for some more shuteye. Rosie was about to drag her adorable ass out of bed, but instead all she could do was let out a small giggle as she felt herself being pulled closer. “Honey!”, she scolded her lightly as she rolled onto her back, but it was clear from the look on her face that she wasn’t truly upset. She brought her hand to Narcissa’s face, caressing her freckled cheek. How could she stay mad at a face like that? “I told you, we don’t have time…” Despite her words, a small smirk blossomed on her lips as she lifted her head off the pillow and inched her face closer to Narcissa’s. “Maybe we can fool around once we’re on the plane…but we have to catch it first.”

using rosie as a mattress, she rested her hands on her chest for her hands to lay on and smirked mischievously like a puppy who had just pulled on a string toy too hard and then fell over. except this was definitely on purpose, she would do anything to stay longer in bed, even if it meant ambushing rosie’s plans and time schedule. which she knew she was pushing right now. ‘’but what if.... what if i didn’t dress into regular clothes and brushed my hair and washed my face, then we could spend like ten more minutes in bed, people don’t care i’d show up in pajamas at the airport, they’d be too busy thinking about themselves! or... stewardesses might, yeah they might judge me - well, i don’t care cause i don’t judge them for wearing tight skirts and scarves and rolled up hair buns!’’ narcissa was obviously rambling, though it were mostly the nerves talking. heights weren’t the redhead’s thing and lord do planes scare the crap out of her.

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answer some questions about love and i’ll tell you why you intimidate people

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Samara Weaving photographed by Jordan Kirk.