blair witch project.

¹ you can't make people love you, but you can make them  𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳  you.

[witchdorf]

independent  blair waldorf  from the cw’s gossip girl.  adapted into american horror story: coven, written by isha.  book + show based.  read below for more info.  #witchdorf.

about?

canon takes place following the events of blair waldorf’s ‘hazing’ of miss rachel carr in season two of gossip girl, where she is sentenced to miss robichaux’s academy in new orleans from new york by headmistress queller.  blair, unknowingly, sets headmistress queller’s office on fire with her pyrokinesis (one of her powers as a growing witch) as she learns she will be suspended, costing her future at yale university.

she travels back and forth from new orleans to new york thanks to eleanor waldorf negotiating with headmistress queller however for the most part:  blair is residing at miss robichaux’s academy for exceptional young ladies.

rules?

this blog is not affiliated with the creators of gossip girl or american horror story. it is solely for writing purposes only.

psd by psychehelic and icon border style inspired by velouriad. <3

i do not tolerate or condone any shitty/problematic behaviour. pls let’s just be respectful of eachother!

do not interact with me if your muse is from netflix’s grand army or if you interact with sophia/blair aka carnaois/blairgrimaldi/bitchifer.

i will not be roleplaying with any ch*ck b*ss blogs. i hate him.

[witchdorf]

this blog is now archived. you can find blair at @waldoef.

[slobbering]

Alphaville (1965) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

[witchdorf]

¹  @sparkgina​,   YOU TALK TO THE WALLS WHEN THE PARTY GETS BORED OF YOU.

her lips a shade of rouge,   paired with a nude dior,   to mask the sultry she possesses hidden behind a pristine and clean facade.     each sway of her body,   no matter how calculated her body language may be,   it can’t help but radiate an aura of coco chanel and desperation.     that smile of hers hasn’t been paired with that subtle boldness it tends to carry,   that special coy beam she sports on a near daily.  .  .     something is very wrong.     and of course,   georgina picks up on it for she’s been witnessing the downfall of blair waldorf since the beginning of the day.     a party catered for,   reeking of privilege and despair,   it seems all blair seems to be doing lately is failing.   (miserably,   may i add!)     doe eyes roll at the raven haired’s observation,   a scoff spat.

❛❛     and you would think that,   because you only see what you want to see.   you shouldn’t even be here,   you weren’t invi          SECURITY!     [she yells out loud,   before taking matters into her own hand,   taking georgina’s arm and pulling her into the corner she’s been hiding in for the past twenty minutes].     i got rid of you once,   i could do it again,   unless you’d like everyone here to hear about the  jesus-freak   you had to be in order to get over the  hit and run  you framed s for.     ❜❜

[jeannemoreau]

ANNA KARINA in — vivre sa vie (1962) dir. Jean-Luc Godard

[witchdorf]

&,   serenvy.   *

you take the bullets as fast as they hit you.       ( well deserved, after all ) ?       how can you think otherwise,       how can you for a second … even just a second believe that she would buckle.       blair waldorf ?       she would never break.       especially not in front of you.       a gulp,       the air in the room seems to dissipate, causing your palms to sweat, your breath to hitch, your throat to burn.       what she’s saying is true and you wish you were someone else.       who are you really ?       “  it isn’t like that … we were drinking and i- “       of course,       another excuse.       you never had to own up to anything you’ve ever done, why start now?       “  i made a mistake.  “       your posture straightens,       refusing to back down …       refusing to see this as anything other than what it is,       [ love ] ?       no.       a little slip.       you and blair can’t end because of this, you won’t allow it to.       “  you don’t have to say anything.       not a word.       just listen to me when i say it’s a mistake,       and it won’t happen again.       nate loves you …       &. you’re going to get married and stay together forever,       just like you always wanted.  “

refuses to crack,   every bone in blair waldorf’s body is keeping her upright,   uptight   &.   fierce.      it would frighten anyone,   her inability to fold,   confrontation a simple evening snack for the brunette.      every snarky comment that’s left berry velvets before this very moment,   every bite she’s paired with a bark,   it all fades into high-school semantics.      what’s happened here is real,   and it hurts too much for her to bear,   and so there’s a certain tinge of panic in her words,   in her outbursts and the quick temperature change from warmth to ice cold,   for she has  no idea  how to deal with the situation at hand.      once the excuses pour out of the  not-so  golden girl’s velvets,   a scoff is all she can choke up,   a half laugh paired with sudden disgust.      the blonde begins to ramble,   and blair is ashamed to admit it:      she’s loving every minute of this.      to finally have something to hold over the blonde’s head that is concrete,   to finally be able to blame her resentment on a logical reason.  .  .      no more does she have to feel bad about lashing out due to jealousy and her own hidden insecurities,   she finally has this.      doe eyes wear a blank,   cold stare paired with dewy cheeks puffing as she releases a deep breath:       ❛❛     yes.      he does love me,   and we are going to get married and stay together forever,   because  you  won’t be a part of it all.   just like i’ve always wanted.     me and you are done.   nate and you are done.    you are done here.     you and your lazy ass probably haven’t even unpacked yet so do us all a favour and leave.     ❜❜

[blairwaldorffs]

I’m the best of the best. I’m Blair Waldorf. Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)

[witchdorf]

¹  @humphri​,   DON’T LEAVE,   I JUST NEED A WAKE UP CALL.

❛❛     along with the rest of manhattan,   it seems.     ❜❜     cold exterior leads to a cold response,   mind scattered with various post-it notes attached to each and every situation she’s found herself in.     since when was blair waldorf the new jesus?     that title was more suited for her best friend,   the way she shines in the darkest of places allows her to be the saviour,   whereas blair is more.  .  .     ‘does it affect me directly or can i turn the other way?’      she takes a deep breath,   an over dramatic sigh that is pushed past peachy velvets,   brows furrowing and a slight realisation dawning over porcelain features once those chocolates of hers lock with jenny’s cyans,   ebonies fluttering.     that helpless look,   the cry for help,   she knows the feeling all too well.     with a swift movement,   blackberry is placed upon countertop,   along with her lady dior handbag.

❛❛     jenny.     i don’t know if you’re just bored,   or you’re out of creativity,   but waging a war?     with none other than serena van der woodsen?     take it from me,   you will  not  survive.     s has always been on your side,   and i know we have very similar tastes,   but throwing that sisterly bond away for my leftovers?     [she pauses,   rethinks her choice of words,   blank expression shaking into a comforting,  relaxed smile].     look,   you will never know for sure with nate,   just like i never knew for sure with nate.     forget boys,   keep your eye on the prize.     ❜❜

[witchdorf]

¹  @batfall​,   I WAS ONE THING,   NOW I’M ANOTHER.

❛❛     how unfortunate.      i hate spontaneity.     ❜❜      coy smile curls at the ends,   absent   &.   meaningless yet it rests upon porcelain features gracefully.      just another grandeur event laced with glamour that blair has to be seen in a waldorf dress at,   every situation a step to her mother’s dreams,   all whilst her own are shattering by the minute.      still,   it beats not having to expose  that mind of hers  at robichaux all the way in louisiana.      telekinesis,   pyrokinesis,   the whole lot makes her skin crawl just thinking about it.  .  .       (only because i’m itching to have a taste).      manicured digits remain curled around champagne glass,   continuing to sip her bubbly and mingle with whatever socialites she can find,   that is until she comes across mr. wayne.      everybody knows mr. wayne.      pictures of the two are probably already first page on gossip girl,   and yet only a few words have been exchanged.      upright and proper,   you’d think she was a doll,   the way her back is straight and the bend of her curves eradicate creases.     navy oscar de la renta is smoothed out with empty palm,   honeys returning to gaze up at the tall man.

❛❛     well,   whatever you were on page six of gotham gazette a couple days ago,   go back to that.   there’s just something so.  .  .     ❜❜      waldorf women are proper and silent,   lady-like and never vulgar.      however those ebonies of hers flutter up,   honeys squint,   a certain playfulness decorating her gaze.   ❛❛     alluring about you when your hair’s all rough and rugged.     this whole,  [palms shoot up,   gesturing to his body].    slicked back look of yours?   very boring.  ❜❜

[blairwaldorffs]

Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012) 3.04 Dan de Fleurette

[witchdorf]

i knew i wasn’t going to like the gg reboot as soon as monet said “what are you doing? she has a headband on.”

[blairwaldorffs]

Gossip Girl (2007 - 2012)

[witchdorf]

¹  @goldibald​,     I’M ALWAYS GOING TO BE RIGHT HERE.

hands shake,   breath trembles,   the cold air feels warm upon stained cheeks.       stained with water,   salty and sticky,   stained with tears.       she’s stopped crying now,      (i can’t even begin to think about how terrible my posture must be right now),      &.    even whilst her mind ponders upon it,   whilst her whole being shivers in embarrassment for the  first  love of her life is bearing witness to the downfall of blair waldorf,   she cannot find the strength to pick herself up.       to straighten her back,   to hold her head high,   to let berry lips stretch into that signature waldorf smile:       she just breathes.       the words ring in her ears,   how he speaks so low to her,   almost like a hum.       felines narrow at him,   ebonies clumpy with droplets of water and smudged mascara,   she looks how she feels yet there’s a streak of beauty she’s divinely wrapped in.       perhaps to the outside eye,   to nate’s eye,   that’s all that can be seen.

only a few minutes before this,    she could be found muttering to him:      HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?      when did everything get so.  .  .      screwed up?        i don’t know               i don’t know who i am anymore.

porcelain face turns to face him,   the shadow that holds itself high upon her door frame,   how he peers back at her and stays a few steps away.  .  .      it makes her want to pull him closer and closer each time she lets her mind realise it,   all that distance between them,   yet she stays sat upon the banner,   and he stays stood in the darkness.      all she can see are his honest eyes.       ❛❛     why are you so.  .  .     nice to me?       after everything,   i mean,   the overbearing girlfriend scene of it all.  .  .     you’re always there.     why?     ❜❜

[witchdorf]

¹  @5evils​,     TAKE A DEEP BREATH.

on a cold winter night,   neck kept warm by a thick wool scarf,   black paired with a similar beret that sits upon caramel ringlets.        berry lips purse in response to his command,   brows that were once knitted together now relaxing,   along with every muscle beneath porcelain skin.  .  .        but she’s not relaxed.        nonchalance is what you see,   paired with a scowl she wears so mean only with a  certain  cold glare.        gloved and manicured,   she lets hands reach out to adjust her long coat,   silence wavering atop their heads along with the crisp air.        on a cold winter night,   blair waldorf doesn’t take orders.       (or on any other night,   for that matter).       flushed cheeks spread as her velvets curl into a meaningless smile,   the kind that lets dimples come out of hiding,   but for no special occasion,   a deep breath finally being taken.

❛❛     great,  thank you.       are you comfortable now?       deep breath is taken,   meditated   &.   i upped my midol intake so  sedated  is quite fitting for the occasion too.     now,   may i proceed?                        have you,  i don’t know,   completely lost your mind?     ❜❜

[witchdorf]

everytime dan insults blair it honestly feels like a kiss...

[witchdorf]

“waldorf women are not socialites!”

[witchdorf]

¹  @cunn1ng​,     YOU DON’T EVER HAVE TO ACT COOLER THAN YOU THINK YOU SHOULD.

she ponders only for a second,    it’s enough to let a wave of laughter release from the back of her throat.      such a cold tone lacing it,    the slight breeze of it enough to make you freeze.      doe eyes finally meet the other’s,    icy glare delicately accompanied by black ebonies.        ❛❛     i’m  blair  waldorf.  .  .      i don’t ever have to  act  anything.    i just am.     ❜❜        it’s crystal clear that she’s taken it the wrong way,  the negative way,  the way her smile turns coy.      chanel compact mirror is slid into her black fendi shoulder bag,    clasping the big silver buckle shut whilst eye contact is maintained,    the ends of her pout curling upwards.

❛❛     it’s hard to be  anything else  when everyone’s counting on you.     ❜❜       it’s almost a mumble under a low tone,    but she knows what she’s doing,    says it loud and clear so the brunette can hear her well.      digits caress the soft fabric of her tennis skirt,    straightening the ends as her voice becomes higher,    a certain  scheme  coming into play.       ❛❛     do you.  .  .     have someone counting on you,  chrissy?     someone  real  special?     ❜❜