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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this is in my rules, but as a reminder, PLEASE remember that rules like “full” and “healthy” don’t accurately describe my blair’s form, especially in my s1-4 verses. she’s sick & struggling and her body reflects that.
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