#unelectedofficial

[rossefincha]

@unelectedofficial​​   liked   for   a   starter   .

                  ‘   do   you   have   a   favorite   time   of   day   ,   child   ?   ’   the   duchess   presses   the   question   ,   staring   at   her   reflection   in   the   window   .   ‘   i   prefer   night   myself  .   it’s   so   velvety   .   most   don’t   understand   the   beauty   within   the   darkness   .   ’   

[cagesings]

@unelectedofficial​   sent   :   ‘   you   really   don’t   have   to   do   that   ,   not   for   me   .   ’   

                  '   but   i   want   to   .   ’   it   almost   causes   giddiness   when   she   is   able   to   help   nessa   .   her   friend   has   done   so   much   for   her   after   all   and   johanna   has   lived   in   guilt   for   being   unable   to   do   anything   for   her   .   until   now   .   ‘   it’s   your   birthday   !   and   i’m   under   the   assumption   that   people   like   to   be   spoiled   on   their   birthday   .   ’   she   pauses   ,   hands   flailing   in   the   air   in   her   excitement   before   grasping   her   friend’s   .   ‘   i   have   chocolates   anthony   brought   back   from   belgium   -   at   least   ,   that’s   where   i   assume   they’re   from   -   so   you   can   sample   a   few   of   those   ,   if   you’d   like   .   or   we   can   buy   a   cake   from   every   bakery   .   the   sky’s   the   limit   .   anything   you   want   .   ’         

[legacybaitarch]

@unelectedofficial​:            “ oh, men and their dellusions. why do they do anything? “

inbox content:            cringey riverdale lines.

sam chuckles softly, gives a little shake of her head. sam’s boss will kill her if he sees her sitting with the guests and slacking off, but she’s not too concerned. the asshole is probably dicking off in his office anyway  —  whether that’s literal or not is anybody’s guess.  “eh, some of them aren’t that bad,”  sam nods in the direction of the shoe counter. queue her boyfriend, richie, who's hard at work reorganizing their stock.  “i think i’m gonna keep that one.”  her mouth curls into a half smile.

“it took me a long time to find him though ... i had to meet some real winners first.”  she sneers.

[vinterhjerte]

@unelectedofficial​   :   ❝  that’s enough.  ❞

AIR TORE THROUGH HER THROAT WITH each heaving breath. Magic swirled around her hands, delicate light duplicated in her eyes as the storm finally washed through her. Ice and snow clung to all around her, beautiful as it was dangerous. Rarely did the results of her magic look natural, now it was unnerving how unlike the actual winter it appeared.

Elsa turned to face the source of the words, her shoulders finally lowering at the sight of Nessarose. Her hands, while still stiff, slowly dropped to her sides. Standing still, she took a few shuddering breaths through her nose as she looked at the assembled students around them, the shocked and even frightened faces held there. A few cringed as her gaze swept over them, and a small smile of satisfaction lifted the corners of her mouth. Elsa had always dreaded the day her peers would look at her with fear in their eyes, and yet at that moment she felt vindicated.

Straightening her spine, she walked to Nessa’s side, the crunch of fresh snow under her shoes as familiar as breathing.

“Let them whisper about a new subject for a while,” she murmured, her heart still aching at the loss of her friend. She couldn’t imagine how Nessarose was dealing with Elphaba’s disappearance.

[sins-of-the-sea]

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"You seem like a young lady whose charisma could bring the house down. I believe you will have a long, bright future in front of you."

[isgull-moved]

        “Leave it. It’s of no use here anymore to anybody.”   Rose glares at the fallen telescope momentarily before looking away. Silently, she reminds herself to finally dispose of it later — she’s already managed to dispose of one other thing that’s been angering her for days on end, anyway. “I’d offer to give it to you but if you’re in want of a telescope, you can certainly find one much better than that measly old thing.”

@unelectedofficial​​ !     starter call.

[nymph-sacrificed]

@unelectedofficial​ said

do not address me so informal.

The flames within the girl flare, they spark to life at the woman’s sharp words. Her inner dragon rears its head as Bloom begins to cry. No, Daphne reminds herself that magic isn’t the answer- her refrain from using it is the only thing keeping them both safe. Munchkinland, a place so small and far off no one would think to look for them here. As far as the world was concerned Domino’s young Princesses had fallen with their kingdom- with their parents. It’s only Governor Thropp’s kindness (if one could call it that) that keeps their secret intact. So far, they’d adjusted somewhat, the girl easily befriending the few munchkins she’d come across. 

Pale blonde strands fall forward as she focuses solely on the infant in her arms. Daphne murmurs to her, cradling the soft red waves as the little one buries her head in the crook of her older sister’s neck. It’s only when Bloom is calm that Daphne’s eyes meet those of the Governor. “Forgive me, Your Eminence, I meant no offense.” 

“I simply wanted to thank you, for your generosity towards my sister and I.” Despite her power, the girl’s words are meek, her posture shifting as she adjusts the redhead in her arms. Whether she’d be put to work or locked away, Daphne would do whatever was asked of her, so long as her little sister was safe.

[swandopted]

@unelectedofficial liked for a lyrical starter!

Song: A Million Miles Away

“At times I've thought ‘I'm not enough.’ The chains that tied my heart.” Alise’s  soft confession breaking the silence, blue-green eyes peeking up to meet Nessa’s. Though she’d only mentioned it once, her friend remembered the old hiding spot. Behind the curtains, in one of the old alcoves of the castle halls. The princess sits upon a pillow, knees huddled up to her chest. Light falls in through the stained glass window, showering it’s different hues upon the girl. 

“But there’s still a path that lies ahead for you and I.” In the end, regardless of her feelings, or even if she wants it at all, she still has her role to play. They both do. The sun upon her skin reminds Alise of days long past. Of running through the woods, of her birth father’s laugh, the way his eyes twinkled when he was about to indulge in some form of boyish mischief. Her heart ached less then it had as a child, but a dulled ache was an ache all the same.