solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.
make me queen
private, selective, independent blair waldorf.
or i'll make you bleed
you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.
The old,
classic
and
wonderful
cliche
christmas
plot:
every
single
North
Pole
citizen
is
freaking
out
because,
year
after
year,
children
stop
believing
in
Santa’s
culture
and
Christmas
magic.
They
don’t
send
letters
anymore,
and
now
the
toys
factories
lack
production.
People
keep
decorating
their
houses
and cities
with
red
and
green,
dressing
up
as
the
good
old
man, but
they
don’t
send
decorative
cards
to
their
beloved
ones
anymore.
The
Christmas
Spirit
is
dying,
and
with
that,
everyone
in
North
Pole
is
disappearing
as
well.
Now
everyone
–
well,
almost
everyone
–
works
twice
as
much
as
the
other
years to
keep
the
christmas
magic
spirit
alive.
Basically, your muse can be anything! Here are some suggestions.
part of the Santa Family
job: take care of Santa’s reindeers ( mail elfs )
job: produce toys at the toy factory
job: separate the good boys and the naughty boys
secondary jobs: related to the town, like stores, cafés, bakeries, etc.
and, of course…….
the grinch baes: ur muse hates xmas and is SO EXCITED bc everyone is freaking out like THE FUCK YAS
FREEZING DEER, IS THAT SANTA? oh… my bad, that’s just [ your beautiful muse name ] playing around with the sleigh. they work as a [ job ] here on north pole and are a [ good / naughty ] boy or girl. there are plenty rumours about them around the town, but at the end of the day, they’re just a precious snow flake and needs protection!