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Things I Didn’t Think Would Be Hard To Write But ARE

Walking into a room

Transitioning between scenes without it feeling awkward

Two characters saying “I love you” without it being cringe

Describing a character’s face without using the word “eyes” 500 times

A battle scene that doesn’t feel like a turn-based RPG

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I wish I had people to play chess with

alas, no one is on my level

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Always a good time to burn down yet another village!

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to kill a living book

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The important thing is that Marcille did not learn to blaspheme against the natural order to save her girlfriend. She just happened to have studied the art of spitting in God's eye for wholly unrelated reasons, and when the opportunity by chance arose to employ that skill in service of girlfriend-saving, she was ready.

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top 3 places to bleed out:

1. the snow

2. your lover/best friend/homoerotic comrade’s arms

3. bathroom floor

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@stvksn on ig

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oh my favorite trope? two people who go through something so unique and agonizing and entirely beyond words that they have no choice but to create a bond that transcends all other types of love, thus acting as the sole point of understanding for the other person in a world that cannot fathom what they’ve been through

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dare i say elphie, fiyero, galinda

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a lone polaris

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they would

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In the second Installment of 'fics I will probably never write':

- One very, very long day in the emerald city.

Glinda fell asleep, cold and alone in the silk sheets of an unfamiliar bed and Elphaba fell asleep curled up in the roots of a tree, scared and freezing but with a newfound determination and a cloak to keep her warm.

They both wake up on a train bound for the emerald city.

Or

A groundhog day of sorts featuring two gay witches who quite literally stop the world just to stop the feeling.

- Lost: without you and also on an island

Galinda was not supposed to be here. She didn't even want to go on that stupid retreat anyway, her parents just made her because apparently they thought it would be 'good for her'.

Well look how that turned out. Here she was stranded on the wrong island with: no way of calling for help, no shelter and Elphaba Thropp of all people.

Or

The Wilds au, because I watched The Wilds recently.

- Could be happier

Post part two story where Elphaba grapples with her new life away from her cause, and away from Glinda. Can she handle a life without purpose? Can she handle the fact that she'll never see her again? Or will she go running back to Oz as quickly as she left it?

Aka, Elphaba's very much in her Thank Goodness era

- Love Story

Looking for the source of the noise, Elphaba opened the doors to her balcony to be met with the sight of Galinda Upland trying to shimmy up her drainpipe in heels.

"Oh, hey Elphie."

Or

Romeo and Juliet but make it gelphie

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In the first poetry workshop I ever took my professor said we could write about anything we wanted except for two things: our grandparents and our dogs. She said she had never read a good poem about a dog. I could only remember ever reading one poem about a dog before that point—a poem by Pablo Neruda, from which I only remembered the lines “We walked together on the shores of the sea/ In the lonely winter of Isla Negra.” Four years later I wrote a poem about how when I was a little girl I secretly baptized my dog in the bathtub because I was afraid she wouldn’t get into heaven. “Is this a good poem?” I wondered. The second poetry workshop, our professor made us put a bird in each one of our poems. I thought this was unbelievably stupid. This professor also hated when we wrote about hearts, she said no poet had ever written a good poem in which they mentioned a heart. I started collecting poems about hearts, first to spite her, but then because it became a habit I couldn’t break. The workshop after that, our professor would tell us the same story over and over about how his son had died during a blizzard. He would cry in front of us. He never told us we couldn’t write about anything, but I wrote a lot of poems about snow. At the end of the year he called me into his office and said, “looking at you, one wouldn’t think you’d be a very good writer” and I could feel all the pity inside of me curdling like milk. The fourth poetry workshop I ever took my professor made it clear that poets should not try to engage with popular culture. I noticed that the only poets he assigned were men. I wrote a poem about that scene in Grease 2 where a boy takes his girlfriend to a fallout shelter and tries to get her to have sex with him by tricking her into believing that nuclear war had begun. It was the first poem I ever published. The fifth poetry workshop I ever took our professor railed against the word blood. She thought that no poem should ever have the word “blood” in it, they were bloody enough already. She returned a draft of my poem with the word blood crossed out so hard the paper had torn. When I started teaching poetry workshops I promised myself I would never give my students any rules about what could or couldn’t be in their poems. They all wrote about basketball. I used to tally these poems when I’d go through the stack I had collected at the end of each class. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 poems about basketball. This was Indiana. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the class, “for the next assignment no one can write about basketball, please for the love of god choose another topic. Challenge yourselves.” Next time I collected their poems there was one student who had turned in another poem about basketball. I don’t know if he had been absent on the day I told them to choose another topic or if he had just done it to spite me. It’s the only student poem I can still really remember. At the time I wrote down the last lines of that poem in a notebook. “He threw the basketball and it came towards me like the sun”

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Hunger (11 pages) RE8: lady dimitrescu x maiden

this one is set when the maiden’s been around a few weeks/months in the castle and Alcina hadn’t really wanted to spook her any further since she’d been so….convenient so far but the maiden surprises her a little further :3c

big thanks to the patreon support this month and last that’s let me have time to focus on this project, supporters have access to the thumbs, .clip & .psd file and a few prelim sketches!

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galinda drinking too much caffeine and spending the entire morning basically dangling from multiple chandeliers and the entire afternoon just crashed out sprawled in elphie’s lap

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come on gimme things to sort. i'm so fucking good at sorting come on lemme sort