LET ALL OZ BE AGREED:

I'M   WICKED   THROUGH   &   THROUGH

[elfaebaa]

#  ELFAEBA  :         A WRITING BLOG FOR   ELPHABA THROPP,   AS FEATURED IN   WICKED.     PORTRAYAL IS   BOOK BASED   WITH SOME   MUSICAL INFLUENCES.     SELECTIVE + MUTUALS ONLY.     CROSSOVER FRIENDLY.     LOW ACTIVITY.     ESTABLISHED IN JUNE 2021.     FLOWN HIGH   BY EVIE.     [   28,   SHE/THEY,   PST.   ]       CARRD.       *   PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU’RE A MINOR OR A NON-RP BLOG.

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+     @irnmaidn     .   .   .     cassandra roth +     @faerytell     .   .   .     multimuse +     @endlesswood     .   .   .     resources  &  commissions​

[elfaebaa]

ok elphaba’s being moved over to @apricaite until / if their muse decides to come back full force

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ok elphaba’s being moved over to @apricaite until / if their muse decides to come back full force

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so like, are y’all good with me still replying to the things in my drafts / inbox even tho they’re all 1-4 months old or........... asking for a friend 💀

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ok we got the multi up kinda @apricaite

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euphuistlc, empyhrean, or apricaite for the new multi url

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euphuistlc, empyhrean, or apricaite for the new multi url

[elfaebaa]

magic looks so fun in media, but in reality ur sat here paranoid abt whether or not you’re gonna get covid pay after being out of work for 2 weeks so you make a money bowl and then you decide to melt some green wax to pretty it up and you melt it and you go to pour it into the bowl and you fucking miss and pour half of the HOT MELTED WAX on YOUR BARE THIGH instead

[elfaebaa]

i have another test tomorrow to make sure i’m negative, but i think i’m pretty much over covid! i just have a tiny bit of congestion left (but i have chronic sinus issues so like.... honestly when am i NOT), & i think i might be saddled with muscle weakness for a bit longer. but other than that i’m feeling much better!

[elfaebaa]

sorry but i will no longer be thinking about anything except eden’s penguin with a pride guitar sticker that she has on her backstage mirror rn HOW FUCKING CUTE IS THAT

[elfaebaa]

haha guess who finally caught covid 🙃

[virginiewoolf]

…what are you thinking of? I don’t know, I only know that it hurts too much. Existence hurts me.

Alejandra Pizarnik, from Diarios (via virginiewoolf)

[elfaebaa]

hi happy pride first from ur local demiromantic / enby / lesbian + ur fave agender / intersex / bisexual witches. be gay & do crimes <3

[secifosseluce]

brown eyes (beloved)

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dark eyes (complimentary)

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TYPES OF PEOPLE :     DUNGEONS & DRAGONS CLASSES

BARBARIAN.     toothy grins,     stories around the campfire,     clothes covered in pet hair,     hot temper,     old jeans,     heartbeat in head,     potatoes and steak,     beaded jewelry,     bruises like galaxies,     mementos,     backpack stuffed full,     craigslist furniture,     spontaneous road trips,     air ripped from lungs

BARD.     homemade bread,     white lies,     easily excited,     trying on hats,     band geek,     pep talks,     no impulse control,     sunsets,     vintage fashion,     long showers,     selfies,     following dreams,     rosy cheeks,     song mash-ups,     pink lemonade with tequila,     loves easily,     animated storyteller,     full of comebacks

CLERIC.     list of wishes,     biting their tongue,     band-aids and neosporin,     shoulder to cry on,     morning sun,     necklaces,     trial and error,     homemade quilts,     formal clothing,     astrology fan,     messages in bottles,     pleated braids,     speaking up for friends,     feathers,     motivational quotes,     vivid dreams

DRUID.     bird watching,     shy kid,     wind chimes,     trying to whistle,     summer camp,     apple orchards,     lost in their head,     glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling,     hoodies,     thrift shopping,     saving worms off the sidewalk,     pig latin,     bare feet,     thunderstorms,     numb fingers,     braided hair,     naming potted plants

FIGHTER.     goose bumps,     leather jackets,     adventure,     chewing nails,     cares deeply but can’t show it,     bronze locks,     no sleep,     taste of iron,     netflix binges,     never forgets,     combat boots,     stories behind scars,     table for one,     official soundtracks,     sore calves,     trusts themselves the most

MONK.    always trying to be better,     wanderlust,     meditation,     sweat pants,     old photographs,     yoga,     sleeping in hammocks,     nostalgia,     minimalist design,     breath of fresh air,     baby animals,     volunteering,     perfectionist,     doesn’t care about fashion,     healthy snacks,     noticing the little things

PALADIN.     school uniforms,     thick jackets,     sleeping with the windows open,     logical advice,     scrapbooking,     compasses,     i fight for my friends,     sculpture gardens,     cold morning air,     big soul,     likes routine,     secret romantic,     last to get jokes,     sunflowers,     practical presents,     misty weather

RANGER.     herbal tea,     smell of rain,     blinking away tears,     camping trips,     collecting bones,     swiss army knives,     first impressions,     anxious thoughts,     bobby pins,     burnt marshmallows,     too competitive,     clothes lines,     messenger bags,     holding grudges,     gets along better with animals than people

ROGUE.    flirtatious sarcasm,     candid photos,     lost phone chargers,     adrenaline rush,     picking dirt out from beneath their nails,     social chameleon,     clashing clothes,     self-deprecating jokes,     claw machines,     sits in chairs wrong,     smudged eyeliner,     has too many sunglasses,     eats nothing or everything

SORCERER.     infectious laugh,     family trees,     shivers down their spine,     lipstick and roses,     mood swings,     clumsy,     believing in destiny,     high expectations,     sleeping in darkness,     collection of nail polish,     passionate,     good grades but never studies,     poetry books,     blowing kisses,     not knowing their own strength

WARLOCK.     knowing everyone’s secrets,     backpack covered in pins,     envy,     being in walmart late at night,     earl grey,     selective memory,     conspiracy theories and cryptids,    keysmashing,     need to know basis,     can’t cook,     bags under eyes,     experimental art,     flickering bulbs,     black clothing all year long

WIZARD.     piles of textbooks,     cat in lap,     keeping a diary,     indecisions,     scented candles,     studying alone in a café,     lingering touches,     museum dates,     unanswered questions,     taking on too much responsibility,     collections,     chalk dust,     comfy robes,     unnecessary apologies,     coming home after a long day

TAGGED BY:     @helreisa​ TAGGING:     i think most people have done this at some point already??   so do it if u wanna <3333

[elfaebaa]

RUSALOCHKA.

@elfaeba​  ♥’d for: rusalochka.

“  A witch?  ”  the girl trembled, large eyes looking upwards at the other in uncertainty and fear, but she make not move to get away from the green witch- which she aught to do in the first place.   but even the voice of her grandmother’s warning about dealing with witches was lost in the current, taken by curiosity, which held her steady in her spot. but her pale body shook still, as if it had taken a chill.

“  T-Tell me .. of what sort? Do you do cruel things? Does your cauldron boil and toil to do misdeeds, or bring good?  ”

OH,   DEAR  :     ANOTHER ONE.     A MESS OF INCESSANT BLUBBERING,   AS IF THEY JUST ENCOUNTERED SOME DASTARDLY MONSTER LURKING IN THE SHADOWS,       lying in wait for the opportune moment to strike.     for what it was worth,   the girl did stand her ground,   gaze wide eyed   &   steady despite the shimmer of what must certainly be threatening tears.     it didn’t warrant much admiration,   though,   thought the witch.     all the girl received in turn was a dull,   bored droop of the brows   &   earth-coloured eyes rolling in the witch’s sockets.     no snarling,   no wicked cackle.     the broom clasped between their emerald fingers barely even twitched.     the girl must either have a weak disposition,   or else rumours had grown even worse since last they encountered a stranger. both seemed an equal possibility.

❛❛     i wasn’t aware i signed up for an interview on  my walk today,     ❜❜       elphaba grumbled,   boots shifting in the soil beneath them.       ❛❛     WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO IF I AM THE SORT WHO SPENDS MY NIGHTS BOILING UP MISDEEDS,   HM ?     you’re awfully close to me,   &   even if you managed to squirrel yourself away,   i’ve got  a broom  in my hand right here.     what is it you hope to achieve by asking ?     ❜❜

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MALEFICENT.

​ —  @elfaeba​​ ;    (    … starter call, accepting.    )

mess of thick hair begins to fall in waves against thin shoulders. a hand pushing through, combing it out as best as possible. the snakeskin wrap and pins laid within maleficent’s grasp for only a moment, before setting it upon its usual nightly confines of the bedside stand. while doing so, she tosses a glance to the window. peering curiously at the figure sitting there. a longing gaze, that hangs for more than a moment. it’s then maleficent seizes what’s left of her cigarette sat in the nearby ashtray (packed with gods’ only knew what substance in it) and takes a long pull en route to elphaba’s side. most nights they were one in the same. others, their nightly schedules conflicted like rabid dogs barking at one another. that evening, it was the latter, it seemed.

“ … are you coming to bed, or am I to sleep alone tonight, fae? ”   voice barely above a whisper. smoke rising from crimson lips as she speaks, eventually blowing the rest of it back over her shoulder. exhaustion of one’s own seeping in with every tick of the clock. upper torso bare as little moonlight seeps in, fiddling with the waistband of her skirt as maleficent awaits an answer. scratching her nails affectionately, gentle all the same, against elphaba’s shoulder.

THEY SENSE MALEFICENT THERE,   HOWEVER VAGUELY,   THOUGH ELPHABA DOESN’T LOOK UP FROM THE BOOK SPLAYED OUT IN THEIR LAP.     it isn’t needed.     the thin tendrils of runaway smoke accompanying each routine breath,   &   soft rustles of hair   &   skirts etch out her presence there well enough     ——     a presence with which elphaba instinctively tethers themself to,   rather than sink fully into the inevitable haze of age-stained pages   &   jumbled words swimming now across their vision.     it keeps them  grounded,   just enough,   to the feeling of the stone they sit upon,   to the crisp air shifting their raven locks   &   sending ragged,   frayed threads   DANCING ALONG THEIR SLEEVE.     though,   elphaba’s mind tries to block it all out anyway.     they feel a dull throbbing creep in just behind their eyes from the train,   yet still they squint,   trying to laser in on the scrawls of black in that,   IF THEY JUST FOCUS HARD ENOUGH,   START TO FORM INTO WORDS.     some pages,   some nights,   they can make out most of a page before it starts to play tricks on them.     this is not one of those nights,   nor one of those pages.

❛❛     mm—     ❜❜       elphaba manages a sound of acknowledgement when the footsteps approach,   when soft words reach their ears.     they’re murky at first,   as if uttered from some distant room across the fortress,   until—

FAE ?     that one word comes through clearly,   as does the caress of nails against their shoulder.     elphaba’s eyes flutter in a series of rapid blinks,   then shutting tight.     ON OPENING,   THE WORDS RETURN TO THEIR SCRAMBLED,   BLURRED FORM.     elphaba tries shaking their head,   to no avail,   &   at last lets out a hard sigh,   thin fingers pinching the bridge of their nose.       ❛❛     yes.   no,     [ ... ]     i don’t—     i don’t know,     ❜❜       they mutter,   throwing both hands up into the air.       ❛❛     just when i think i’m getting somewhere,   i end up right back at square one.     i don’t know why i bother with it.   i truly don’t.     i might as well throw this damned thing in a lake and go find myself a nice cave.     at this point,   it’d be the more productive choice.     ❜❜