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"Well, you make sure everyone' is alright for me, I would hate for everyone shutting themselves away."

Georgia picked up her wine glass and finished it, just smiling at Ginny.

"Hey mom, can I talk to you?"

@g1nny-m1ller

"Sure, peach. What's up?"

Georgia put down her wine glass, patting the chair next to her as she tilted her head slightly, her honeyed blonde hair swaying slightly as she watched Ginny with a concerned look.

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"There we go, because no-one should be treated like that. How's your other friends doing?"

Georgia tilted her head slightly, she's happy that Ginny came to her for advice.

"Hey mom, can I talk to you?"

@g1nny-m1ller

"Sure, peach. What's up?"

Georgia put down her wine glass, patting the chair next to her as she tilted her head slightly, her honeyed blonde hair swaying slightly as she watched Ginny with a concerned look.

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"Hm, that's a different situation you're friend is in."

Georgia tries to think of something, something that she HASN'T done, something that wouldn't hurt someone physically.

"Peach, have you tried gathering evidence against this boy and shown it to Abby? That might be a start, it can help her see the bigger picture' ."

"Hey mom, can I talk to you?"

@g1nny-m1ller

"Sure, peach. What's up?"

Georgia put down her wine glass, patting the chair next to her as she tilted her head slightly, her honeyed blonde hair swaying slightly as she watched Ginny with a concerned look.

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"Hey mom, can I talk to you?"

@g1nny-m1ller

"Sure, peach. What's up?"

Georgia put down her wine glass, patting the chair next to her as she tilted her head slightly, her honeyed blonde hair swaying slightly as she watched Ginny with a concerned look.

[geogia-fucking-miller]

Intro post

Im too white for the black kids and then too black for the white kids

Hi, G in MANG

OOC

I also run @4bby-littm4n

My main is @4d0r3-1nd13

No hate it will be deleted

I will interact with OCS

MAINS:

Georgia:

Abby: @4bby-littm4n

Max:

Markus:

Paul:

Press:

Brodie:

Norah:

Austin:

Ellen:

Samantha:

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OOC: If you want, I can definitely make a Max blog if needed

Intro Post

Uh y'all already know me, I'm the A in MANG

OOC:

Mod: @4d0r3-1nd13

Mod is a minor

Rules:

No NSFW (other than in character)

Don't be a bitch (all hate will be deleted)

Also because she is a character with an ED guess what will be mentioned??? ED'S

Mains:

Georgia - @geogia-fucking-miller

Ginny -

Markus -

Maxine -

Norah -

Press -

Austin -

Brodie -

Tris -

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seeking GINNY & GEORGIA rpers !! reblog this post if you write a muse from the television series ginny & georgia , include the muse (s) you write in the tags and whether they are canon compliant , canon divergent , an oc , etc. example below:

muse name ( canon status )

NOTE: this does not include ask blogs , this is for the the rpc to find each other.

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can I be your Abby?

@4bby-littm4n

(Ooc: ofc yes!!)

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"You too, Ellen. You too."

Georgia trailed off, Ellen and her goddamn heartfelt words, it made her day considerably, as she dropped the cigarette, stomping it out with the heel of her shoe.

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

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"I'm glad aswell, I got to meet a bunch of you lovely folk and made some great friends."

Georgia returned the smile, Ellen was one of her greatest friends, she wanted to keep it that way, no matter what.

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

[geogia-fucking-miller]

"Same as I was meetin' you, huh? It was meant to be, friends gossiping about our own families."

Georgia took a drag out of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out as it swirled off above her head.

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

[geogia-fucking-miller]

"Fair enough, if our families weren't Dysfunctional, I'd be overly concerned, eh?"

Georgia laughed softly, tipping her head back and doing the glass of champagne before flicking the cigarette, sparking it up once more.

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

[geogia-fucking-miller]

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

[geogia-fucking-miller]

"Ginny's being Ginny. Grumpy and avoiding me, I suppose and Austin, he's peachy, he's doing the best."

Georgia smiled, the accent drawling once more as she paused, taking a sip from her wine glass, before looking back up.

"Max and Marcus always have something going on, don't they?"

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

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"Dysfunctional families is right. Speaking of them, how's yours doing? Any tea or drama I should know about? It would certainly light up the situation."

Georgia grinned once more, taking the bottle in her free hand, uncorking it and pouring it into the two wine glasses, picking them up and offering one to her friend.

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

[geogia-fucking-miller]

"Ellen, do you have any more champagne?" Georgia's voice floated through the night air, laced with that soft, familiar Southern drawl.

She leaned back against the balcony railing, her eyes glinting in the golden city lights below. The breeze toyed with her curls as she turned toward Ellen, who sat cross-legged on a deck chair, lazily exhaling a cloud of smoke.

They were draped in the comfort of the moment—just two women on a quiet afternoon, passing a joint between fingers that had grown used to each other's presence. The soft fizz of half-empty flutes and the distant hum of traffic filled the silence between them.

It felt like déjà vu, like the first night they met, both a little high, a little tipsy, hearts wide open, and champagne bubbling over with laughter and the thrill of something new. Georgia stayed by the railing, staring out at the neighbourhood, letting the memory of that first time they met replay—how unexpected it all was, and how right it still felt.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury

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“Never look backwards, only forward. It don’t do any good digging through mud. All you get is dirty. Best wash yourself clean and move on.”

Georgia Miller is a firecracker in heels—radiant, cunning, and fiercely maternal. With a Southern drawl and a killer smile, she commands attention the moment she enters a room. On the surface, she’s the picture of a perfect single mom: charming, stylish, endlessly resourceful. But beneath that polished exterior lies a history of hardship, secrets, and survival instincts sharpened by trauma.

Having grown up in poverty and danger, Georgia learned early on that the world doesn't hand out kindness freely—you take what you need and protect what you love at all costs.

She’s unafraid to bend (or break) the rules if it means securing a better life for her children, Ginny and Austin. Whether she's baking a pie, running a political campaign, or covering up a crime, Georgia does it with confidence and unshakable purpose.

A master manipulator and deeply flawed hero, Georgia is equal parts light and shadow—funny and warm one moment, dangerously unpredictable the next. Her past may be littered with lies and buried bodies, but everything she does comes from a place of love. She’s not just a survivor—she’s a storm wrapped in silk.

Name: Georgia Miller, soon to be Randolph. -M̷a̷̷r̷̷y̷ ̷A̷̷t̷̷k̷̷i̷̷n̷̷s̷

Age: 31.

Relationship Status: Engaged to Paul Randoph.

Relationships:

@g1nny-m1ller - Ginny/Virginia Miller.

I care for Ginny very much, just sometimes she gets on my nerves, it's hard to try and get her to open up or talk to me. But she's my peach and I will care for her regardless.

(No-one) - Austin Miller.

Austin is such a sweetie, he's easier to care for because he opens up and listens to me, but I love both my kids a lot.

@ellen-the-best-of-wellsbury - Ellen Baker.

Ellen is such a great friend, she's easy to talk to and connect with. Sharing drinks is one thing I love about going to her house for sure.

(No-one) - Paul Randolph.

My finance, I suppose he knows the truth on things. He's such a caring person and tries his best to help the town.

@4bby-littm4n - Abby.

Abby's sweet, she can go over the top at times I would say, but she's there for Ginny, She's always welcome at my house.

TW: TRIGGERING STUFF WILL BE MENTIONED. Main: @the-l0ver-g1rl

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Everything I do, I do for my kids. - Talking to her children.

You couldn’t handle the things I’ve done. - Angst.

Life is short. Eat the damn red velvet cupcake. - IC Georgia.