~ Just a draft for my fanfic ~
 
.:Under Construction:.

I recently finished A Feast for Crows and felt inspired :)
 
So, let's recap.
 
Name: Mylessa Blackwood [the Younger]
Sworn to: House Tully
Age: 16
Faith: Old Gods
Friends: Tyrion Lannister and Sansa Stark
Rival: Joffrey Baratheon
Rival House: Lannister [...but she's still friends with Tyrion, U MAD?]
Love Interest: Loras Tyrell
Home: Raventree Hall [However, she currently resides in King's Landing]
 
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Michaela Garner - The Heavy Partier
[Model: Barbara Palvin]
 
~ Reality is an illusion that occurs due to the lack of alcohol. So I guess it really /is/ possible to get wasted on oxygen. Did that make any sense? Oh, don’t mind me. That’s my usual self. You’ll get used to it over time.
Well, I wouldn’t like to brag about it, but flirting is in my blood. Yes, yes, I’m a coquette and all that, why would I ever lie about it? You can ask anyone. When it comes to partying, I’m your chick. Has it ever occurred to you that all the things you really like to do are either immoral, illegal, or fattening? Well, it certainly has to me. And because of that fact, I kinda feel like I’m swimming in my own deep ocean of rum and tequila. Is that so bad? I guess not. I mean, everyone hides a dark side. Mine is a little bit more evident, so what’s the deal? And I’m sure you have a dark side as well. You just hide it so perfectly well or you haven’t realized you have one yet. But you do have one. At some point, it will overwhelm you, and you won’t be able to think of anything else. And unless you fight it, it will be your downfall. Believe me, I’m talking from personal experience.
You say I’m fucked up. You say my life has no meaning anymore. You say I’m too preoccupied with partying and flirting to understand that I’m lost. But in fact, you’re the one who’s lost. Do you know what’s the difference between you and me? I have a destination. I may not have yet decided the means to reach it, but it’s there, inside my head. I’ve tried, wished, and dreamed about it. While you, you just go with the flow, float in the surface of your sea of thoughts, waiting for a boat to rescue you and take you /somewhere/. You are trapped inside your own mind. And, sweetie, no one can be more fucked up than this. ~

Cesca Martinez - The Queen Bee
[Model: Francia Raisa]
 
~ A dictator? I mean, come on. Seriously?
Okay, maybe I’m slightly leaning towards dictatorship. But don’t you dare complaining. And, most importantly, don’t you ever think what I’m doing is easy. In case you do, let me tell you a secret: It’s absolutely not! A queen’s job isn’t even supposed to be easy. Sure, it may be considered a privilege to be a ‘royal’ and who am I to argue that? Oh, that’s right. I’m Cesca. And Queen Cesca just doesn’t confine with norms. It’s my responsibility to ensure that this system called ‘high-school’ runs properly. One cannot freely roam the school and do whatever they want. Why? Because I’LL make sure they cannot. Whether you like it or not, I’m the one sitting on the throne here. And do you know what this means? Yeah, that’s right. I’m the one to decide everyone’s fate; your fate included. You’re either with me or against me. If you choose to stand by my side, then you’ll enjoy all the advantages royalty entails. Now, if you choose to stand against me, I swear I can ruin your tiny, miserable existence with one flick of my perfectly manicured fingers. I’d tell you there’s no reason to be afraid of me, but unfortunately for you, I just thought of about ten thousand. Please, don’t get me wrong. I’m merely here to preserve hierarchy. Oh, and last time I checked, I was ranking FIRST. So, if you have any objection, keep it to yourself. This is dictatorship. ~

Rowan "Bubbles" Bowman - The Eavesdropper
[Model: Annika Backes]
 
~ Everyone calls me "Bubbles" because I talk a whole lot. However, they never mention the fact that people actually WANT me to talk. They get some kind of sick satisfaction only by hearing other people's dirty deeds. When people are feeling bad about themselves, they sometimes think they'll feel better if there were someone worse off than they are. It's like, it's okay being near the bottom, as long as they're not actually on the bottom. The easiest way for them to make sure someone else is on the bottom is to make up a rumor that puts someone else there. Insecurity feeds curiosity and curiosity feeds vanity. It makes them feel better. It makes them feel superior. Well, it also makes me wanted and desirable, only because I'm the sole person who's come to realize that. I know things I shouldn’t be. And whoever knows, as a rule, becomes the most dangerous player of the game. Knowledge of your enemy equals win. When you know a secret that nobody knows, it can make you the center of attention. A rumor or piece of gossip is sometimes like money; telling it to people is like buying their attention (if not their reputation). You might even save up a really scandalous rumor, waiting for the right moment to blab so you get the maximum amount of attention for it. I’m proud to say I master all of these. You may call me manipulative, but I'm really being nothing but practical. You cannot survive by playing honest. Fair play is too cliché anyway. ~

Emery Scott - The Cynical Beta
[Model: Hailey Clauson]
 
~High school is like chess. Everyone is assigned some kind of role, some kind of label, and every role is crucial in order for this machine to work properly. There is the King, the popular, lecherous hunk; the Queen, the attractive, manipulative she-devil; the bishops, the toadyish, bootlicking A-listers who will soft-soap any member of the popular group but will appear unreasonably haughty towards lower “castes”; the knights, a bit more detached from the ‘populars’, yet opinioned and spunky; the castles, the outsiders who pretend not to be particularly interested in climbing up the social ladder and are sometimes perceived as ‘outcasts’ but in reality they’d literally kill for a place among the highest steps; and then, there’s you. The pawn, so weak compared to all the others! But what is a weak pawn, really? A pawn that is exposed to attack and also difficult to defend is a weak pawn. There are several varieties: isolated, doubled, too advanced, retarded. Usually, as a weak pawn you are, you don’t have a choice; you either go with the flow or you are forced to. Occasionally, a pawn may acquire the chance to… upgrade. And when this happens, when the pawn becomes a Queen or a bishop or a knight or whatever, they in turn ‘feed’ the game. They might think they’ve escaped it, but they haven’t; they’ve just become more involved than they can realize. You cannot escape the game, or somehow “beat” it, however may one perceive this action. It’s like a vicious cycle. My advice? You certainly don’t want to entangle yourself. Why? Good luck disentangling. ~

For school.... Yes, this is REALLY my assignment for Art class.

For stardoll
[model: Sarah Hyland]