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Broken (Closed RP) (Baa Baa Black Sheep Verse)
the-wicked-green-witch
Elphaba felt broken. Dashing through the halls, she exited Shiz, tears stinging her eyes and blistering her face. She had to get home. All her hard work, ruined by people knowin the truth about her. About how she wasn't fully female. About how she was a freak.
It was just dawn of the second day when Elphaba finally arrived home, a sobbing, tired mess of a girl. She was ruined. In she went, calling out for her mother as she colapsed to her knees, unable to make herself take another step.
The school had found out, and Elphaba was not waiting around to see what would become of her. She had already tasted a small part anyways, the students staring was worse, the teasing almost unbearable. It wasn't her fault she was born that way! It wasn't her fault...
Out of a Job (Closed RP) (Modern Verse)
the-wicked-green-witch
Elsa had just found out that she had been fired. Whatever money she had was what she had until she could find a new job. So, she moved out of her apartment and moved into another. But this time, she was being a roommate. Taking what little things she had, she headed up the hall to her new place.
Hesitantly, she knocked on the door. In hand was a small suitcase, her journal, and her sketchbook. She had all her clothing and art supplies with her, she liked designing clothing and hoped that maybe she would be noticed by some big name fashion place and get money doing that.
But for now she had to reside for looking for a low paying job to help pay her end of the rent. That and she had to live with the person who was just opening the door.
"You're cute when you're jealous."
He let his elbow prop itself up on the tabletop and rested his chin in his palm, using his hand like some like of wall between him and Elphaba so she couldn’t see the rise she was getting out of him. “I didn’t say I was jealous. But should I be?”
❝ Pardon? ❞
(Drabble) Kill or Defend
Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
she never thought it would come to this.
she had spilled blood before but never out of revenge. if she couldn’t forgive then she chose to forget but this? this was different. this was done out of fury and rage. fueled by gut wrenching loss and regret.
regret that she had stood there, useless, as the horde of flying monkeys devoured her son. regret that she hadn’t believed him when he had said that they were coming for him. regret because she knew that henry would never have wanted it to come to this.
—- and yet it had.
her body thrummed with satisfaction as she thrust the blade into the witch’s heart one last time. henry’s death might have been emma’s fault, but the witch was the one who had sent the demons in the first place. she thought that if she could blame the witch she didn’t have to blame herself.
it was entirely selfish but there was no one to save her from the darkness now. henry had been her light but with it now snuffed out, she was as good as blind.
yet she could still see the blood on her hands.
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"E- Elphie!" he cried in a breathy tone, more than a little jostled and disoriented from the fall, (and acutely aware of their proximity). "Good Oz, are you alright? I only just caught sight of you running before you tripped and…." He couldn’t help but laugh a little, letting his head fall back against the ground and letting one of his hands curl around her wrist as the breezy sound filled the air around them. "Unless this is your new and improved method of making me listen to your Animal woes, maybe we could talk sitting up. I mean, I’m alright here, but…"
(screw being anonymous) You're an amazing (no, perfect) Fiyero. I love rping with you (we should totally rp more though). -hugs tightly-
((hECk. Thank you!! Oh my gosh, I admire you so much so this is like surreal to get a compliment from you. [hugs you too] You’re so sweet???? I need a minute to collect myself…))