[madamegovernor]

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› ) MADAME GOVERNOR. An independent & private writing blog for NESSAROSE THROPP, Wicked['s] Witch of the East. Headcanon based, low activity, 21+ only. As cherished by Som. The self-righteous ; never right. )

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⠀⠀⠀⠀... MAINS : @fabala , @vivrez , @princetigelaar , @isjomfrue .

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hmm

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rice krispy (singular)

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does baby nessa know she has 20 minutes to live

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ozdust trinkets on display in her office is deeply embarrassing but arguably the stockings that she likely wears on a daily basis being a reminder of the ozdust is even more embarrassing.

[eminenthropp]

2_ , extras. girl in the mirror, visualized.

[muteoilydiscolour]

The Gleaners and I / Les glaneurs et la glaneuse (2000) Dir. Agnès Varda

[pretend-animator]

that night when I felt I was floating on air, I want to feel that again.

Make me feel that again >:|

Its everyones favourite doe-eyed dictator- Nessa!💜

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⁽ ❝ ⁾    DID YOU KNOW THAT ICICLES MAKE THE PERFECT MURDER WEAPON? ...   / @fabala

How macabre. Nessa rolls her eyes, but otherwise continues sipping at her mug. At least their wisdom fits the scenery: sunlight parts the clouds, illuminating the morn with some warmth. Worryingly enough, the Hall of Philosophies have — between the midnight hours and now — formed clusters of jagged ice, dangling precariously from rooftop gutters. Like tinsel. Or barbed wire, perhaps. The gaggle of bleary-eyed students hanging about below pay it no mind. But Nessa does. Now, if those safety hazards were as foolproof a killing method as they claim, maybe they’ll miraculously snap off, and the scene it’d cause could let me sleep in today … ❜

With a jolt, Nessa realizes she’d mumbled that out loud: the audience primarily restricted to her cup, but surely Fabala's keen ears picked up on it as well. ❝ Stop putting these thoughts into my head, ❞ she complains, like her flights of fancy were theirs to look after, too.

And, really, the more she mulls over it, the less sense it makes. Senseless — that’s what they both are. ❝ What in Oz even makes it perfect? It’s just an accident waiting to happen — or not. More often than not. What, are you going to hide yourself up on the roof and hack at that ice chunk when the moment strikes? Cartoonishly pull it off from a distance with some lengths of twine? Look at it very hard, maybe it’ll melt... ❞ A pause. Maybe Elphaba could do that. ❝ Why are we talking about this? ❞

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⁽ ❝ ⁾    PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS AGAIN. ...   [ doom patrol ]   / @littledorothy

The Governor sighs, resisting the urge to press fingers to her temple. ❝ Miss Gale, I cannot accompany you on your journey, ❞ she says firmly. ❝ There is still much that needs to be dealt with in the aftermath. I have granted you permission to leave, and transportation; beyond that, NO MORE. ❞

As offhandedly imperious as she is, tossing out the wayward child, there lacks a finality in her voice. The change in winds has left Nessarose restless. Airy. Or perhaps Miss Gale’s desperate plea morphs her inscrutable gaze into… even AMBIVALENT seems generous, but whatever it is about this girl that turns heads and houses alike, it makes Nessarose pat her awkwardly on the shoulder.

❝ The road is safe, ❞ the Governor, who is [in]famously — among other things — reclusive, promises. WELL, all relevant reports do wind up on her desk, and there haven’t been too many concerns regarding the road as of late — for reasons more obvious than others. ❝ You’ll be fine on your own, Miss Gale, ❞ she echoes, not quite believing it, either.

❝ Besides … you’ll have your Toto, won’t you? ❞ She levels that thing with a far sterner look. ❝ Keep her company. Surely you can do that. ❞

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so this was nessa death day

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⁽ ❝ ⁾    YOUU'RE A WICKED ONE, AREN'T YOU? ...   [ dark souls ]   / @fabala

No matter how long it's been, Elphaba’s disappointment still stings. She clenches her jaw; grits her teeth; presses her lips into a thin line; until Nessarose, who has rarely ever taken chastisement to heart, reshapes that anger into a well-formed sneer. ❝ What high praise that must be, ❞ she drawls— hisses, ❝ coming from the illustrious wicked witch themself. TRULY, I’m honored. ❞

And in some ways, she is. SHE’S NOT DENYING ANYTHING. That would be even more foolish. So what if I am? Nessarose almost adds arrogantly, in a desperate attempt to call something her own.

INSTEAD, she pretends to be absorbed in work at a desk that now belongs to her. She meets their gaze, impersonal and dismissive. ❝ So I passed a few laws. WHAT OF IT? ❞

[fabala]

“ Oh, come on, don't be that way, ” They grouse, though paying enough mind to take heed of her request, promptly stomping off as much melting snow as they can possibly dislodge from their worn boots onto the ruddy matt separating the rest of the floor of her suite from the threshold of the balcony. Elphaba's hands raise as if to say, 'look, see?' before fully stepping into the room, mindful of the antique flooring.

“ I'm your eldest sibling, not a role model. The two aren't mutually-exclusive, particularly in my case, ” Elphaba replies, somewhat flatly, though a toothy grin is flashed in her direction as recompense. “ Besides, I made it back here in one piece, didn't I? I'd say my foolishness is made up for in ingenuity. ”

They sway slightly on their feet, a hiccup given before they outright laugh at her suggestion.

“ Aha! Destroying the evidence! Very strategic of you. I knew I came to the right place. ” Another smile, looser, and they offer her the bottle to take while sauntering off across her room to fumble with gathering those cups. There's a soft clink or two inside the drawer, but Elphaba manages well enough, even in their less-than sober state. They turn with a flourish, holding up a matching set of glasses, miming a one-person toast.

“ It's not the best, but it's definitely strong, I'll give him that much, ” Elphaba shrugs, walking back towards Nessa with her cup presented in their outstretched hand.

“ Pour less for me than for yourself, please. ” A hand suddenly flies up, held to their chest in mock horror. They put on a false, posh air. “ Miss Galinda will most certainly have a fit if I'm unable to even walk back to our suite later, I just know it. ”

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❝ I’m not expecting a role model, ❞ Nessa huffs. She comes back to sit by the fireplace. ❝ And I’m not sure where … ingenuity comes in, but I at the very least expected you to outrun Avaric — so you can have that, I GUESS. Why where you being chased about, anyways? ❞

What moodiness still left simmering in her little huffs and mutters fades away when Elphaba ambles over, handing Nessa the bottle. She smiles a wide smile, like the cat that got the cream. ❝ You’re my favoritest sibling ever! ❞ she crows — to her only sibling, yes, but an easy sentiment to make doesn’t make it any less sentimental, does it not?

They go to rummage through her cupboards and Nessa uncaps the half-pint. A sniff confirms they’re correct; it is, indeed, strong. She places it on the chair’s’ armrest — quite the precarious perch, but Nessa is starting to care less and less about these things. ❝ Destroying the evidence… SURE. All of it, why not? I’ll keep the bottle — I’ve been meaning to start a terrarium … ❞

The clinks has her worried for a moment, but Elphaba comes back with two glasses and a toast she doesn’t even eyeroll at. She takes the proffered glasses and places it on the armrest too, lining it all up on the plush velvet.

❝ I THINK, ❞ Nessarose says evenly, pouring unevenly per their request, ❝ Miss Galinda will have a fit regardless. But what Miss Galinda will probably find out the clocktick you get back won’t hurt her! ❞

[eminenthropp]

⁽ ³ ⁾ ACTION LINE : SHE GOES TO THE MIRROR ON HER DRESSING TABLE — LOOKS AT HERSELF, murmuring, ( ALONE ... )

5:00_6:30.54PM . offscreen. a collection of relevant tidbits from some irrelevant screenplay.

[fabala]

“ And it's good to see you too, Nessie! ” Elphaba laughs, eagerly crossing the threshold into her suite to escape the bitter cold. Warmth sinks into their bones at once; the fire crackling away within its grate makes sure to cast the entire room in an enticingly soft, orange glow.

They awkwardly wedge the door back shut, muttering something about their fingers still being numb, before turning to her at last with a triumphant grin.

“ Yes, yes, I know, ” is huffed out absentmindedly, cheeks flushed, Elphaba reaching to undo the buttons at the top of their coat, giving a wave of their hand to dismiss her concerns. “ This was a much better escape route, though, ” They beam, clearly winded, and finally their spontaneous visit makes sense: Nessarose's room had been the closest place to hide.

A distant shout comes from below the terrace, far beyond its reach, and Elphaba laughs again, far too pleased. A brown glass bottle is procured from the depths of their coat, held aloft, and they click their tongue, sparing a mocking glance outside. The clambering ceases after a loud grunt of defeat.

“ I'm only teaching Avaric a small lesson, ” Elphaba teases, sing-song, mischief clear as day on their face as they give the bottle a purposeful little shake. “ He's had far too much tonight as it is. ”

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❝ You mean to tell me that you decided to pay a visit to your DEAREST SISTER— ❞ only sister, mind you, but sarcasm is half the sentiment ❝ —just to drag her into your schemes? And don’t track snow onto the carpet! ❞ Nessa thinks to call out before heading over to fuss with the keys. She can hear the lumbering and shouting of some other inebriate in the distance taper off — distinctly Avaric-like, indeed.

The lock clicks shut. Nessa swivels back and eyes their pilfered bottle with trepidation. FIRSTLY, it’s a mean thing to do — though no small part of her agrees that Avaric rightly deserves it. SECONDLY, and this adds a crease to her brow, if Elphaba had come all this way for foolishness, what does that say? ❝ He’s had too much — and you haven’t? I wonder what made you think trudging across this tundra of a campus was a good idea. ❞

There are choice words for that, but, LASTLY, she can’t think to play saintly Nessarose this late in the evening, not when trepidation turns to intrigue. ❝ Whatever. WELL, you’re here, with the finest Gillikin swill courtesy of Master Avaric, and I’ve got cups in the second drawer of that cabinet on the left. You and your charmed circus has given me enough of a headache. ❞

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ma'am govna if she was [redacted]

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i get nessa cuteness aggression when i spy the various hair pins and clips keeping her 'putting your hair in [elaborate hairstyle] does not make you a good leader' getup together (when it's visible from certain angles/zoomed in enough, respectively). very endearing. i want to shake her like a coconut tree and watch her sophistication fall apart, killing me instantly, like falling coconuts do,