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QUEENIE MARTINELLI
Cat like, was Linda’s first opinion about her. Looks innocent, is a predator. She commanded all the attention of the room as soon as she stepped in the room. Large eyes glancing over everyone in the room, a long face, and a small nose. Her hair was pinned up perfectly in victory curls. There was no doubt about it; she was the personification of if looks could kill.
Reblog this if your posts don’t have expiration dates.
So that your followers know it’s okay to dig through your blog and send in memes, starters, or responses to opens days, weeks, or months after they’ve been first posted.
thanks for the memories (even though they weren’t so great)
They meet again on a parisian street, five years away from the night they both ran away from the gang.
Amanda is happier now, no longer weighed down by the memories of her past and her failed relationships and her failed attempts at starting over. She’s in a relationship, she says, with a female chef.
Anshee is taller and maybe she’s happier and maybe she isn’t, that isn’t important. Her life isn’t different to before she joined the gang. She still has her ghosts and she still loves blackberries. She’s just older.
They chat and then part ways.
Amanda will go back to her apartment, with her dog and her girlfriend. Maybe she’ll mention Anshee and maybe she wont.
Anshee doesn’t know where she’ll go. Maybe in the morning, she’ll be in another part of France, maybe she’ll be in Germany.
Who knows?
Around the World With Mallory pt.4 Kyoto
Around the World With Mallory pt.3 Hawaii
Why is she in Hawaii when she hates sand and the sun? No one would think to look for her there because of the aforementioned points.
Yael, before leaving Ara alone for more than five minutes: now remember, if you hear ominous chanting, the appropriate response is to run.
Ara, while texting: sounds fake, but okay.
Yael, at the mall with her dumbass girlfriend: should I ask you why you have a knife in your purse?
Ara, while looking at a pretty sweater she can’t afford: it’s a dagger, actually. And no, you shouldn’t.
Yael, rapidly losing her patience: stop telling everyone to fight you!
Ara, visibly offended: are you saying I can’t handle it? Fight me!
Yael, texting Ara’s brother: hey can you come babysit your dumbass sister I need to go to the woods to scream for a bit
Ara, also texting her brother: hey can you come babysit me for a bit I think Yael is about to snap lmao
Yael, looking over at Ara: do you think we need to go out more?
Ara, still staring at the couple arguing across the street that they have been staring at for half an hour on a Saturday night: what? No, we – oh my god she threw his computer out of the window!
Ara’s brother, a yet to be named character that I’ve never shared with anyone: all I want is for people to pay attention to me for once
Me, the writer, writing away at a scene with Ara and Aek: did someone say something
Ara: I want the whole world to look upon me in fear and reverence.
Yael: I meant if you wanted anything from the store.
Lmao, oh my.
Ara and Mallory are so alike, it would be honestly terrifying for anyone who knows my murderous child.
3 Metals and a Song
“Lying on your back with eyes open wide, looking into the sky.”
“That sounds really good, Ana!” Copper, or Imogen depending on who you asked, complimented her silver skinned friend as she read aloud one of the lines from a song she was writing.
“You think? It feels like there’s something…missing,” Liana, or Silver as she was more often known, tapped her pen against her notepad.
The contemplative silence that had fallen was broken by the door being slammed open by Gold.
“Guess what! Guess what!” the hyperactive blonde yelled, bouncing up and down in her spot.
“What?” Copper tilted her head to the side.
“Platinum is allowing me to go to the mainland!”
“Yay,” Silver didn’t look up from her notepad.
“I know, right?!” Gold either didn’t notice Silver’s sarcastic tone or didn’t care as she bounced out of the room.
“You know,” Copper mused as she stared after the blonde metal, “everyday I come closer to believing that she lives in her own world.”
“You’re only just now realising that?” Silver asked, pen flying across her pad.
“Shut up…” the copper-haired metal grumbled, watching her silver toned friend work.
“Finished!”
“I wanna hear it!”
“Lying on your back with eyes opened wide, staring straight up into the sky.”
Around the World With Mallory pt.2 London
It makes sense, I mean she’s partially British. And I know she has some Japanese in her. Idk maybe both her parents were part Japanese.
You can tell how much I think about my character’s ethnicity cant you? *dies inside*
Okay but also the context for this picture is great, because these are PRIZES HE JUST WON!
AKA the Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize for comic literature, for which the winner receives a complete set of Wodehouse novels, a jeroboam of bolly, and a goddamn Gloucestershire Old Spot pig named after their novel (Snuff, in this case).
How do I enter this contest?
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