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#𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗… 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰 ﹠ 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙰𝙻.
⊹ a writing blog for original character mara banks. fandomless, private, for mutuals only. adult themes ahead. playing dolls with "there's no such thing as bad publicity" and other myths.
꙳⭑ ⁰¹ carrd ꙳⭑ ⁰² prompts ꙳⭑ ⁰³ more coming soon. ꙳⭑
mara taught herself to throw knives. we’re bringing it up for no reason, not a threat. not a threat.
“And later my macabre joy sours and I’m weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing ‘I just want to be loved,’ cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer—all of it was wrong, without any final purpose. All it came down to was: die or adapt.”
Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho
mara banks x ava daniels (of hacks fame) could be something and the more i consider it the faster my head spins. if there’s an ava out there please
mara banks & borderline personality disorder.
any court-appointed therapist can tell within ten minutes of speaking to mara banks that there’s something to her maladjustment beyond her experiences as a traumatized celebrity orphan. the world can easily wave away her instability as part of her “broken party girl” persona, but her behavior and attitude add up to the bigger picture of borderline personality disorder. her bpd is undiagnosed; a diagnosis would ask of her to explain her feelings to a therapist at length, and she has no real want for that. she’s self-aware enough to know she probably needs “help” in the most generic sense of the word, but she rarely conceptualizes it as something like the long-term, seriously troublesome personality disorder that it is.
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enough rawdogging, it ends here
a short laugh, sounds more like an airy scoff when it leaves him. even more like being punched in the lungs than anything actually funny right now. david surrenders, however, reaching over to finally yank the volume down a bit. ' mara, you just fuckin' threatened to jump out of my car going, what, sixty ? that's your pitch ? '
' nah, you just want . . . i don't even know. a reaction. you always want a reaction. and yeah, congrats, you got one. ' a glance thrown her direction once more, ' happy ? '
has he ever known her to be anything but blazingly alive? (knocked out cold, sure, fetal on a bathroom floor that doesn't belong to either of them, but his handprints are all over that crime scene too. takes two to narcan!) she's not victim-blaming, but come on. ❝ a reaction? try a sign of life! fuckin' unbelievable. ❞ she scoffs, flashes her tired eyes out her window like there's a camera there to catch her incredulity. are you guys seeing this shit? he started it! ❝ you do this shit, you don't want me when i'm here and then you want me when i'm gone, and i'm the crazy bitch for having anything to say about it. who the fuck do you think i am? you think i'm every bitch you've ever met? fuck no. wake up. ❞
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oh, he's plenty in love. snorting, even, because he finds her so delightful. (not at all because she's already being a pain in the arse.) ❝ you realise that's a much bigger ask? ❞ implication being he might have been sold on a shag for the bit, actually, but bringing feelings into the mix, even play-acted ones, is taking it a step too far. the way he sees it, he's not getting anything out of this other than the opportunity to publicly put mara on the spot, because the food's certainly not been much to write home about. not to mention the atrocious fucking small talk, which he's stadfastly refused to participate in. hence he considers his surly attitude wholly justified. in response to her touch, his arm circles around her waist to pull her a little too close for comfort. ❝ what if i'm the possessive sort who doesn't like sharing your attention? that not love enough, huh? ❞
❝ ooh. ❞ mara winces, the rose gold shimmer on her cheeks getting caught up in a wrinkle. ❝ that's a sore spot, actually. we fought about it on the drive here. remember? ❞ soft, chirpy, delicate when her fingers land on his chest and start to toy at a button fixed to his suit. ❝ you were telling me how nice i look today, and how nervous you were that i'd draw everyone's attention toward me and end up upstaging the bride. so dramatic. ❞ her tongue clucks out a cheeky tsk, and she lets her eyes drift beyond severin's shoulder, straining herself to look casual (make no mistake, this isn't a predator here on the hunt, this is the hyena back to eat off the bones). ❝ it's sweet, really, but i know people here. don't embarrass me, lover. ❞
"do you think you could use like, cheeto dust as an eyeshadow? i've been thinkin' of ways to incorporate my brand deals."
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❝ what? ew, no. ❞ take it from someone who's lost a brand deal or two. ❝ just do a tiktok or something, they love that bullshit. gets their algorithm's pussy wet. ❞
❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .
@childactress one hand around a bottle of liquor, the other at her neck: the silver B on its chain's been thumping against her skin for hours, catching every bright light it could as mara moved through the night. she danced her body well into exhaustion, she pushed through the crowd again and again, chasing the thrill of the party in all its frenzy. she caught her breath in the hallway with ben and danny, leant against the wall lost in dizzy laughter; eventually, she excused herself (she loves ben to death, and likes danny okay, but there's only so much overlapped chatter between them she can stand when she's this drunk). now, her eyes strain into someone's liquor cabinet. she's trying to be helpful, trying to remember what ben'd been drinking. something with rum, she thinks, or whiskey? she lifts her head hoping to catch his eyes in the crowd, no luck. she doesn't know where he is, then suddenly she doesn't know where he's come from. he's at her side and on her lips; it happens fast in a red-hot whirlwind, and when mara pulls away she sees that she's grabbed onto his shirt collar to keep him close. "i'd fuckin' kill for you, you know that?"
this is the best night ever, ben can't remember the last time the company at a party was this good. who knows what time it is? it's just talking talking talking, dancing, staring, looking for danny, looking for mara, no where was mara? fuck, he missed her.
abandoning the hallway he's opening doors. behind every door there's a different couple making out, rude. then it's unmistakably her, not behind a door, just behind some other people. something with a magnet and a fridge door, he wants to feel her everywhere. ' you know that? ' yes, he nods. she would. " me too. " this could barely be called talking and he would never admit to how close it is to a moan, but yes, fuck, he wouldn't even think twice (WHAT DOES THAT MAKE HIM?). he keeps kissing her, kind of hard, one hand on the wall to steady himself, no– don't fall down. " i lost you, " he mumbles against her lips.
"nooo," she gasps and giggles. there's no room between them, she's swallowing every kiss, catching every warm breath he has to give her. nothing is too overwhelming. days counted down, hours stuck on flights, and all that time melts into nothing when she can smooth her palm across his neck, feel his heartbeat spark her fingertips like little bolts of lightning, and trust it's been there beating for her the whole time. "i knew you'd find me, you always do. you're really good at it." she gives him good practice, in all her whims and moods, but there's nowhere she'd rather be running right now. "i was tryin' to get you a drink," she tells him in a slurry mumble, jostling her head toward the liquor cabinet. "i couldn't remember what, but aren't i sweet? wasn't that sweet?"
she Manhandles me for exactly one second before i look back at her through the mirror. ‘ this is just how i look in low lighting. ’ my same smiley / not smiley face is compressed in her hands. fucking Mara. i like a night out, great place to put on the personality, but fuck me. ‘ better? ’ lipstick doesn’t suit me. this has been proven in trial and error, usually in private, almost never in a women’s bathroom. ‘ more like I’d kill medium animals now or what are we thinkin? ’
mara sympathizes, as someone who's lost many a first impression to lipstick just a touch too dark and, reportedly, off-putting. there's room for improvement --- she waves her hand across the top of gabe's head to shuffle her hair around, tries to make something with the bangs work, nope, flips her hair back the way it was --- but she's satisfied to enough to tap her phone alive and memorialize the affair with a mirror photo of them both. ❝ closer to people, but in a lowkey hot way. ❞ she's taking rapid-fire shots. tipping her head a different degree, pursing her lips into faux-casual pouts, someone call tyra banks. ❝ like aileen wuornos. ❞
think i like the idea of mara and natasha renting their parents' old nyc apartment as an airb&b. it's what mom and dad would've wanted??
graveflwers asked: i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world. ( delta )
❝ you are a bad friend. ❞ pots meet kettles, sticks meet stones. what exactly is the barometer here? it's a low bar to clear. he listens to her, when all there is to listen to's the bathroom-hollowed hurl of the bottle’s worth of vodka they split between them. mara lets the stall door cool the small of her back as she collects all two of her thoughts ( one, fuck, i'm gonna die in this bathroom tonight, two, wow, won't this be a funny crime scene. ). she blinks at delta in the mirror. keeps her eyes on him. decides that she likes the way they look together. ❝ you might as well double down. ❞
happy mother's day donna banks! we wouldn't be here if you hadn't lived (as an award-winning hollywood actor darling), died (among an unfortunate squeal of brakes and broken glass on the l.a. highway), and served cunt (haunted every thought of mara's from that day onward)
this is fucking crazy omg. i can’t find the og start date but it precedes this blog by a couple weeks(?). i had the visual of blue fingernails and a dream
