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[forwantofasoul]

I know a good few of my old partners are still active (hi!), so I just wanted to throw a little note up to say that I’ve moved Elphaba over to @lovehurried, my multimuse :)

[forwantofasoul]

{ Should hasten to add that I’m not actually back at this precise moment in time - everything rather went to hell over the last month or so, and I’ve been hiding out on Rita for the most part. I’ve got a lot of muse for Elphaba, however, so I think the intention is to start catching up over here later on today.

Trust my witch to come back to me on Halloween, of all days.

Thank you so much to everyone for being so patient while I’ve been trying to sort my life out! <3 }

[forwantofasoul]

@dclbarrio

Elphaba arrived at the salon maybe five minutes after it had closed, having managed to leave the library early. She had a bottle of wine in one hand, which she lifted up in order to draw Daniela’s attention to it once the other woman saw her.

“I heard a rumour that we should be celebrating today.”

[forwantofasoul]

{ And this is the end of my queue! I’m in London for the next few days, and attending the last two performances of ‘Groundhog Day’ while I’m there, so I can’t promise my muse for Rita won’t be demanding my attention whenever I can get online this weekend, but I’ll be around whenever I can be.

Have lovely weekends! }

[expionagearchive-blog]

my choice of being selective and or exclusive is not because i believe myself to be better than anyone or that i am aiming to be cliquey. it is because i am shy about my portrayal and writing. it is because i don’t always have the time or the muse. it is because i like to know and be comfortable with everyone i write with. never think it is because i don’t like you or think i am better than you. remember we all have our reasons or insecurities, we all have rights to write with who makes us happy and or comfortable.

[leavethehxrtbehind-deactivated2]

Meg shrugged in response. “Perhaps, but a philosophy I learned. What’s the point of missing something you can’t return to?” Her eyes remained focused on whatever she was staring at. Nothing in particular, but it made this particular discussion less… painful.

“You feel less upset that way.”

[forwantofasoul]

Elphaba had rarely, if ever, been able to argue with such clear logic. So she was silent for a long moment once Meg had offered her explanation, thoughts lost somewhere at the far end of a certain road of a very particular hue for far longer than she liked.

“I do wonder,” Her voice was too soft for her own liking. “Whether one does not come so far as to be beyond feeling upset, even regardless of whether one holds such a philosophy or not.”

[wnq-writers]

She’s intimidating and brooding And she scares people away, because She’s not made of sugar and spice and everything nice. But rather fire and lightening and everything frightening. People see the smoldering flames And the raging winds And they think that she’s strong. They think that she’s powerful. But really, she just tends to burn herself down.

beautifullytangled (via wnq-writers)

[wanderingozian-blog]

“ Magic - from what I hear, “ Rain added, leaning back on her heels, “ A certain distaste for most people, especially those in power. “

[forwantofasoul]

“Those in a position to do so tend to wield their power with as much care as an untrained swordsman wields their weapon, in my experience.” But her gaze was sharp again, as she took in the girl before her and the words she uttered regarding magic.

“Shall I take it that you have it, then?”

[wordsnquotes]

My heart is so tired.

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via aiglex)

[populariity]

She shrugged. “Why would you?”

[forwantofasoul]

“I don’t know. Perhaps because I know how frustrating it can be when something doesn’t go quite right.”

[ncfariousrat]

whycantibetherealme:

Do you ever just need to be touched?  Not even in a sexual way, just touched.  A hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze of your hand.  Just fucking anything to make you feel like you’re still real.  

[hisdutyofcare]

❛  THE LIKES OF ME ??  ❜ Bad enough she landed in a luridly coloured world that looked straight out of a children’s book – The Doctor joked that everyone was at least now her  h e i g h t, she did not take kindly to that jab, but Clara did not take lightly to being insulted by a stranger. Never mind that she was GREEN; though the hat on her head made her comically look like a witch. Clara had dealt with Aliens from all walks of life, green, blue, purple, she reckons she’s seen it all. BEEN covered in the stuff too, more times than she can count. 

She had assumed the castle to be unoccupied, wandering through the walls whilst the Doctor was off to god knows where. It was just the thing Clara loved, old && worn, running her hand against the cool stones that made the corridor, brushing away a few cobwebs, it grounded her  to a sense of normalcy, and she had been grateful for that; never missed an opportunity to learn about another culture, even if it was an unbelievable one. Clara had seen her share of that, too.  Until the witch showed up of course.

She knows her tactic too, plenty of people have tried, and it ONLYmakes Clara more incensed. Not a fan of short jibes, was in trouble atleast 4 times a day. She was beginning to wish that they would put a little more effort into their insults && tactics, would that be TOO much to ask ?? 

❛  – I HAVEN’T got a clue who ‘ h e ‘ is but I’m guessing visiting hours are over here. I’ll be off then, thanks for the chat.  ❜

[forwantofasoul]

Sometimes, Elphaba was glad when the magic slipped beyond her control, skittering away from her as soon as she felt the pull of it at her fingertips. There was no movement from the Witch to precede the slamming of the door, nor did she acknowledge the unconscious action when it occurred.

“Yes, the likes of you. I had hard tell that he’d sent someone little more than a child after me, but such a description seems unfair if you were the one it was intended for.” Oz, she thought, there truly couldn’t have been all that many years between the two of them.

“I was told that this castle was deserted, and that no one ever came here. Tell me, then, why I have been graced with your presence if you are not part of the Wizard’s scheme?”

[aseaofquotes]

Ursula K. Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

[heavensliight]

“Oh, yes. Of course there is,” he conceded readily. Heaven knew how he valued a kind and caring soul. And yet the conditioning – the learned REVERENCE for the perfect and the unyielding – was instinctual. This worried him, just a little. He tried not to think of it. “And are you gentle, then?”

[forwantofasoul]

Her answer, when at last she gave it, was a carefully considered one.

She had tried to be a great many things, in her time - to please a distant mother and an uncaring father, to feel close to the sister she now spoke of, or an unlikely friend, or a lover. Yet she had always been both too much and far from enough; too sharp, too argumentative, not beautiful enough. Truly, Elphaba had often found herself uncertain as to what she actually was.

“I have tried to be.” Simple words, but truthful ones. “Whether I have ever truly achieved gentleness - goodness, even - does not seem to be in my own power to decide.”

[butteryplanet]

[forwantofasoul]

{ No one is surprised I disappeared, let’s be honest. Or that my plans for how this blog was gonna run completely fell by the wayside (you can blame Rita for that). But oddly enough, I was struck by muse for Elphie on Wednesday and spent my free time since then queueing and drafting my replies. Around half of what I owe is in this queue, and after that I’ll hopefully be able to keep on top of things a little better.

I need to completely overhaul this blog, but that’s not happening right now. }

[broadwill]

GUYS. WHAT IS THIS. IS THIS REAL LIFE?