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@avinkusprince
AVINKUSPRINCE
ind. sel. rp blog for FIYERO TIGELAAR of gregory maguire’s ‘THE WICKED YEARS’ series — novel-based only, no musical influence. est april 2014, written by ros, varying levels of activity (currently low). canon, oc, and crossover friendly. please read rules before interacting.
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anyone here for bookverse gelphie. can anyone hear me. is anyone here for specifically wicked years content. please. please. please. is anyone there. book content lovers where are you. are you here. join me. join me. joi
WHO AM I?
"a cupid out of caravaggio" "merciless and all-loving demonic god" "the embodiment of thirst itself"
I DO NOT KNOW ANYMORE. NO ONE HAS PAINTED ME IN OVER 400 YEARS.
multimuse ft. the vampire armand vc novels & amc show verses written by ros | art credit
vibrating with fiyero energies but i don't know where to put them. not really any drafts to work on rn.. how i crave some He to write
wow i'm also just realizing now that i don't think i ever shared my clock of the time dragon cosplay on this blog?? fatal oversight on my part. well. next time i wear it (and hopefully make some tweaks to improve it) i'll be sure to post pics.
watching the wait in the wings video about the clock of the time dragon and wow my guy is doing the MOST to gloss over any moral cowardice in the musical smothering the political and religious themes of the novel. no shade, just very funny to be interviewing maguire himself about how his book interrogates the nature of evil and militant authoritarianism and how he tried to be clear upfront that this wasn't a book for kids with the time dragon puppet sex... and then segue immediately into "but the musical needed to be for kids and they made it about friendship instead" as maybe the only person in the world who has cosplayed the clock itself, i'm deeply invested in mr. wait-in-the-wings' video and research. i can also find this tap dance around the centrism of the musical hilarious. at the same time. i have the range.
what do you MEAN i have to lesson plan tonight? i've already shifted into fiyero yearning mode wtf this is so cruel
to all my comrades checking tumblr from the bathroom of a social function they’re avoiding today: hi <3 i’m holding your hand and bracing with you
it's time for some fresh interactions! hit that heart for a REVERSE MEME CALL. if you like this post i’ll go into your inbox and send you something from a meme you’ve posted!
❝ Fiyero’s capacity for evil is in believing too strenuously in a capacity for good ! ❞
est. 2014 / written by ros / art by @mintycanoodles based on the ‘wicked years’ series by gregory maguire
@avinkusprince continued from HERE !
"Please, I don't want to talk about it, if you—" A sharp, hissing intake of breath as she touches the broken, bruised skin of his ribs. The blue of the trailing diamonds there is marred with blotchy purples and smearing reds. He exhales with what, from the tone of it, can only be an oath in Arjiki. "—If you don't mind!" Whatever private and completely managed imaginings he might have entertained about Elphaba's touch on his bare skin, he certainly cannot have ever anticipated that he would feel it in a wound-dressing after an after-dark attack on the streets of Shiz. But he'd gotten too comfortable, willing himself to believe that he was getting to be familiar and not a foreigner - choosing not to see the looks nor hear the jeers that sometimes met him when he walked in town alone. Or if he saw, if he heard, he reasoned away that these people must have only be like Avaric: a little dumb, a little mean, but harmless and able to be won over. This is what happens when someone like him forgets. He'd come to Elphaba thinking she'd be the most savvy of the few true friends he's made, and the most likely to competently put all his pieces back where they belong, but he hadn't considered that that righteous sensibility of hers might be inflamed. How long can he withhold the ugly truth under her questioning. "Why talk about it? It would be unpleasant, and isn't this—" Another hiss, a wince. "—isn't this unpleasant enough already?"
elphaba knows she can be short tempered. her father tried his very best to teach her to not be ( she recalls mutterings on how it is not becoming, on how she needs to be a good big sister, an example ) but it is not a trait she has corrected just yet ( and she is fairly confident it will not ever be ). worse, it is a trait of hers that cannot be restrained when the things and people she cares about are bothered, which is why the moment fiyero approaches her a fierce mixture of concern and rages fills her. she does not try to reel it in, not until he hisses for a second time.
fingers withdraw from the bruise hesitating to figure out where she should touch “ we need to talk about it. ” she insists, despite seeing fiyero’s clear discomfort, looking back down to the injury before looking up into his eyes again, a softness to her for a moment as her gaze lingers and she shakes her head.
“ we need to talk about it because in order to give you the best care i can, i need to know what happened. ” it’s not entirely a lie and she would not be surprised if fieyero saw right through her. later she will hope he will either not mind or come to forgive her… for as she allows her eyes to drift down again she feels her concern deepen as well as her anger at all of the what if’s flowing through her mind.
... do not get ahead of yourself elphaba... it could have been a nasty tumble down some stairs... but would fiyero seemingly sharply dismissive about talking about what happened?! frustration boils inside of her ( not at him, but at the what ifs roaming in her mind ), all the while her mind reels to try and figure out just how to treat this. she takes a deep breath. she tries to center herself. the last thing she needs is to get to wrapped up in her emotions. she inhales, she exhales, she rests a green hand upon his shoulder.
" sit." she says. " and talk to me. "
The grave is already dug in his soul for the things that happened to him tonight, and he started shoveling the dirt over the memories as soon as they began to form. Unlike Elphaba, unlike those who think things can be different, holding onto anger has never made him feel better. Grudges would only hang like a weight on his heart, heavy, cumbersome. He'd rather just learn the lesson and move on, taking the bruises inside and out quietly, without more trouble.
But Elphaba's determination is stronger than his affected apathy; taking her orders is just another step down the path of least resistance. He eases into a chair and lets his breath out through his teeth.
"I couldn't sleep. I sometimes can't in the dorm. It's like I can hear all the clock gears of Ozma Towers whirring and grinding over me where I know the stars ought to be. So I take walks. Sometimes around the dorm, sometimes on the grounds, or into town. I know, I know, there's curfew," he said, holding up a hand to halt the scolding before it could come. "But sometimes I need to see the stars. Should have been less concerned with the sky and more with earthly things. Maybe then I would have seen who they were or where they came from..." But now that the object of the story is before him, he finds it hard to tell it. It's embarrassing, it's humiliating. Is the allusion not enough? "Look, must we really talk it over? It's coarse, and you're a lady, and I'm ... tired."
preparing myself to enter the tornado of musical pt 2... got my seat BOOKED for friday. wish me strength.
SO. that sure was a movie of act 2 of the musical wicked! is anyone surprised to hear i have complex, ambivalent thoughts? BUT. the people i saw the film with were keen to let me infodump about the Lore so i am recharged in fiyero energies and going to try to tear through some drafts! maybe even a cheek starter call??? a meme, dare i say??
preparing myself to enter the tornado of musical pt 2... got my seat BOOKED for friday. wish me strength.
Sarima and Elphie in Kiamo Ko. Always a sucker for well stationed ladies who pass the time snacking and gossiping
have no idea if this has been done before but I needed to draw my designs for these goobers again. I call this one “elphaba being a disaster bisexual”
some bookverse designs c:
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