#✎ mara ashford — replies.

[wildcr]

open to: females / nonbinary plot: stripper x socialite or businesswoman or heiress, etc

      —        “OK, PANTSUIT,” mara teased lightly, the playfulness in her voice translating even when she was speaking up to be heard over the music. the club was dark, but the lights from the stage and the glitter and the voices of sleazy men made enough of an atmosphere that it didn’t matter. if the other was a man, mara wouldn’t look twice. men in suits and receding hairlines were her main clientele. but she had never seen this person before. she’d definitely remember. “WANT A DANCE?”

[wildcr]

a starter for @svpphirehcart​ wishlist plot linked in source muse: mara ashford

            —              mara’s family was very proud of their vacation house. they spent a lot of money to keep and maintain it, and they loved inviting everyone they knew to parties and bonfires at the beach. the annual vacation to the beach house had been mara’s favorite part of the summer for as long as she could remember. this year, though, would be the first vacation mara had been on with her family in several years. she entered the house without knocking, dragging her suitcase behind her, and stopped in the doorway when she saw someone who was not a member of her family in the main room. “HI,” she said politely, blinking a little in surprise. “I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T KNOW WE HAVE GUESTS. I MUST LOOK A WRECK FROM THE PLANE.”

[wildcr]

“ i just want to belong somewhere again. or to someone, i guess. ” - Rosalie

memes for that specific brand of ships / @forbiddcndcsirc

     —     mara had no shortage of experience belonging to other people. she had spent her entire childhood part of a matched set -- the perfect blonde little twin girls who were smart and friendly and just placid enough that adults could forget they were there if they wanted to. she had been on the school council and in more clubs than she could count. there was always a comma after her name, something else that defined her.

“fuck that,” she said now, lifting her chin as she looked at the other woman. “belonging to other people sucks. i want to be my own, y’know?” she didn’t really want to turn this into a philosophical debate -- or at least, didn’t want to have a sober philosophical debate, and she was not drunk enough for that yet. “make my own decisions. live by my own whims.” 

she threw the other girl a grin before taking a long sip from her drink. “life’s more fun that way, isn’t it?”