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.

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destinaticn:

drafts are currently getting done, but i’d really like to get some new things going to. so, here’s a new STARTER CALL, since i can’t seem to find my old one. multi-muses, please remember to comment who you’d like the starter for !
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