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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@dorfmot
β [π]his girl, πlair π²aldorf: who is basically everything i hate about the upper east side distilled into one β 95-pound, doe-eyed, bon mot tossing, label-whoring PACKAGE OF girly evil. β β
* ind. & highly selective BLAIR WALDORF from gossip girl, influenced by headcanons, Λcecily von ziegesar's books, AND THE HIT TELEVISION SERIES. written + adored by Isha, [affiliated w. @serenvy.
And here I thought you were getting soft.
GOSSIP GIRL ( 2007 - 2012 ) 1.03, βPoison Ivyβ
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SPOTTED: π on πβs marble staircase, mascara smudged and heart in hand. TROUBLE IN PARADISE, or just another chapter in Manhattanβs favorite love story? Stay tuned, Upper East Siders; This oneβs going to sting. xoxo, Gossip Girl.
πhere were rules. Not the ones in the Constanceβs handbook, laminated in navy and gold. These were older, deeper, carved somewhere between lipstick smudges on champagne flutes, and whispered secrets beneath duvet forts. * RULE NUMBER ONE: When the world exploded, you ran to [ @dorfmot!
Even when you werenβt speaking. Even when it was your fault. Especially then.
It was always the stairs. That narrow landing halfway between Blairβs bedroom and the rest of the world. SERENA HAD SAT THERE TOO MANY TIMES TO COUNT. Knees folded beneath her burgundy Constance skirt, blonde mane tilted back against the cool wallpaper. * The rules were simple: IF YOU WERE CRYING IN THE STAIRS, THE FIGHT DIDN'T COUNT.
She heard the faint creak of floorboards above, a door shutting somewhere down the hall. And for a moment, she didn't move, didn't breathe, but as soon as she saw those chocolate ringlets, those deep purple Manolo Blahnik kitten heels, she spoke. Serena Van der Woodsen clung to the only thing she knew would never fail her: πlair π²aldorf, of course. [LIKE SOMETHING SHE KNEW SHE ALWAYS DESERVED, EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T WORK FOR IT, EVEN IF SHE DIDN'T TAKE CARE OF IT, EVEN IF SHE WASN'T WORTH IT].
βπlairβ¦β That honey-dipped voice trembled. Perfectly-carved cupid's bow pouted. βI didnβt know where else to go.β She twisted the Cartier chain on her wrist, gaze fixed on the polished wood beneath her knees. βI screwed up. And I thinkβ¦ I think itβs all about to fall apart.β
π―istractions. Here. There. Wherever. ANYTHING TO GET HER MIND OFF SERENA. Every-time her mind would tread on (un)charted waters, envisioning the betrayal playing out in front of her, spoiling deep browns & sickening her gaze. The sun has only just set, and Manhattan has awoken, yet Kati + Is' are nowhere to be found β [SHE'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THEM ON MONDAY MORNING.] Not the weekend, no. Those two days in-between will be spent planning their (social) demise. And along with them, Serena's too.
π lair could already envision it. As her manicured digits aggressively pressed the elevator button, waiting to be gracefully led to her penthouse, she allowed her mind to run a-mock. [BLONDE STRANDS PULLED OUT, β sheer nails digging into porcelain skin, * Manolo Blahnik kitten heels digging into her neck... She couldn't wait to see Serena in pain. It has never gotten this bad, having to resort to violence isn't very ladylike. And Blair is anything but. Yet that doesn't mean a girl cannot dream!
The light "ding!" of the elevator should cause Serena to jump. Both of her wrists are hung in the air, the left holding up her Lady Dior black satchel handbag, *THE RIGHT HOLDING AN AGENT PROVOCATEUR BAG. Felines catch a glimpse of perfect, golden legs, thin brows immediately tensing. The purple sheen of her lips intensify, as she walks directly into the light, and faces Serena. Patient, graceful, pathetic. She remembers herself, but that comes after the purr: β S. β
πosture tightens, back is straightened, lace tights crinkle-free. The image of perfection. Until anger begins to boil. β β Who let you in? Do I need to threaten Dorota again? β Blair approaches the blonde slowly, as if afraid that she may break, and fold as soon as Serena looks at her. It almost comes true, once she hears the break in her best friend's voice. She feels a chill of remorse on her skin, goosebumps even! [UNTIL THE SERPENT IS REMINDED OF HER DISAPPOINTMENT.]
β Well, it's not like me to pass up the opportunity to say: I TOLD YOU SO. β Blair places her bags down onto the glass centre table, briefly admiring the Waldorf signature peonies. Chocolate ringlets sway as she crouches down, heel digging into her pristine marble. She is only inches away from Serena's face, and if this were anyone else, she'd have a tongue laced with profanity, ππ΄π°π³π ππΎ ππΏπΈπ»π». And yet. She sighs. Gently takes Serena's hand, and immediately, her voice softens.
β Talk to me ... Did something happen? β
i WILL be fleshing out an intricate bridgerton verse for blair...
is that.... my beloved i see. @serenvy
BLAIR WALDORF
β Gossip Girl | 1.02Β βThe Wild Brunchβ
when @dorfmot is back from pakistan + writing on blairβs blog and i revamp @serenvy itβs game over
So thereβs your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now tell meβ¦ are you in, or are you out?
CRUEL INTENTIONS 1999, dir. Roger Kumble
happy september 1st.. ^_^
i rly havent forgotten ab Blair nor have i lost museβ¦ its just been a busy hectic week but i cant wait 2 catch my breath and returnπ
[π]e and @dorfmot, if you even care!
β [π]ell, I'm aware I lack some people's easy grace with strangers, and I don't exactly make you feel like you've known me forever even though we just met. When I laugh, you might not smile just at the "coquettish" sound of it. And I may not be "spontaneous, and * delightful, and full of surprises, and my hair might not sparkle when it catches the light β πverything worth knowing about me is in that envelope. I MADE SURE OF IT. Blair Waldorf, by *Isha].
β [π]ell, I'm aware I lack some people's easy grace with strangers, and I don't exactly make you feel like you've known me forever even though we just met. When I laugh, you might not smile just at the "coquettish" sound of it. And I may not be "spontaneous, and * delightful, and full of surprises, and my hair might not sparkle when it catches the light β πverything worth knowing about me is in that envelope. I MADE SURE OF IT. Blair Waldorf, by *Isha].
CHARACTER CREATOR: Mun & Muse Edition,
Tagged by: @crimenalist. Tagging: @godnovan, @runhyde, @mis-timed, @klaeus, + you.
There is something utterly melancholic about Fall in Manhattan.β β The crisp leaves falling on the ground,β β the slow wake in the morning,β β when that scent of freshly-brewed coffee hits your nose..β β hints of cinnamon, hints of cream.β β [Aria would've loved it here].β β It would've been poetic, really.β β The Hasting's little escape from Rosewood, after the:β β UNTIMELY DEATH, of her cherished blonde friend.β β But demons do have a way of coming back, don't they?β β Albeit not blonde,β β but packaged in a *95-pound, doe-eyed:β β BRUNETTE, ( @dorfmotβ *that refused to keep her opinions to herself.
SPENCER'S DONE THIS DANCE BEFORE.β β What else would π¨li have trained her for?β β *[I NEED TO MAKE HER PROUD!]β β Statuesque figure turns from her chair.β β The Constance Billard classrooms large and embossed:β β like a MAUSOLEUM for burgundy skirts, and Chanel NΒ°5.β β Does against russet velvets.β β Irritation clawing at her lip.β β ββ β Trust me, the feeling is MUTUAL.β β ββ β Of course they'd be paired together for this project.β β ββ β I don't have time for whatever petty little squabble you and Serena had.β β ββ β [IF THIS IS ABOUT A BOY AGAIN, I SWEAR TO GOD!]β β ββ β This is due in a week.β β And if you can't get your shit together, RIGHT NOW,β β then I suggest you work with Kati Farkas:β β and fail spectacularly.β β β
[π]here's nothing to fight in this very moment. Blair's very familiar with the sepia-tinted world when it comes to fall, the embers of closure drifting close enough to reach... it is her favourite season, of course β regardless of her birthday finding its home within it. her excitement is only strengthened by the start of the school year, allowing enough of an introductory break for her possΓ© to become crystal clear in all things *πlair. however it does seem this year, the cohort has let things slip by, and an anomaly has found its way in the pool of snobby rich kids who repeatedly do terribly things to each other, over & over again.
[π―elicate ringlets are pinned back, her ebony locks held in their pristine frame by a thick charcoal headband, adorned in faux flowers. *diamonds accompany porcelain ears. Lips parting in a gentle, coy demeanour, despite the ugliness she spews: for it truly doesn't matter when leaving lips of allure. β Oh, believe me. The temptation is there. β the mention of serena does "sting, but she'll pretend she hasn't heard it. [FOR YOUR OWN SAKE]. β The fact that you think Kati Farkas has the ability to make me fail only proves you have no idea who you're dealing with. My previous warning wasn't a game nor was it a playful remark against: SHE WHO MAY NOT BE NAMED! β I know exactly who you are, Hastings. Small town girl, small town brain, small town dreams. β LADY GODIVA MEETS HER FINGERTIPS: a chocolate picked up to lace her acid tongue. β βWant one? β *(Cue the ππππππππππ smile).
[π *lair π²α΅ldorf, a study.
