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some bookverse designs c:

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gelphie and theyre boy friend <3 (gelphie r girlfriends and fiyero is their platonic soulmate... thats my favourite thropple iteration.)

MY FIYERO DESIGN... hes described with ochre skin and blue diamond markings in the book so yk! the markings are inspired by indigenous markings like wituk dye amongst others

also, you'll notice, he is very girl. its on purpose c: hes v fluid to me in terms of gender and sexuality

AND ALSO. MY CROPE AND TIBBETT.. i hope u love them... ik tibbett has "blond bangs" but. blond tibbett just doesnt make sense to me..... hes a brunette. so i gave him highlights cuz hes gay LOL

ill admit i still havent read the books yet but the fanfic version of crope and tibbett have my whole heart <3

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going to do some cleaning and put on the fiyero mix! we'll see if it sparks something or if i'm crawling back to armand drafts in shame by the end of the day :')

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two households, both alike in dignity...

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oh, and i started my reread of wicked so i can't wait to be drowning in fiyero thoughts again as soon as that fool walks into the narrative and gets attacked by enchanted antlers. 💯

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hey lads! just moved so the quiet will continue for a few more days as i put in the effort to unpack everything (frankly horrifying discovery - about 50% of my belongings by mass are books. good LORD) but you can expect me back after that! hope everyone's having a good start to the new year <3

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sorry i’m absent. activity is weird with this busy time of year. hopefully i’ll have more reliable writing time once the new year hits.

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Wicked book fan comic

I got motivated for the comic after a friend of mine read the book before going to watch the film. We were commenting the chapters so I revisited some of the scenes to remember. This is one of my favorites. I love them so much 🥺

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ok no WAIT why did that not go crazy small? it's happening on other bold/italic text... look at this ... normal:

vs MAD TINY

hm. just noticed my custom theme is for some reason making text that is both bold and italicized very very small. (<- example. look at this on my blog page.) like. obstructive-to-reading kind of small. not sure what's causing that and when i look in the code i can't see the source of the problem.... i'm gonna try to tinker with it, but barring a fix i guess i just won't use both formats at once for ease of reading on the blog. all you folks who only read from the dashboard page are of course unaffected by this so lmao keep vibing.

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hm. just noticed my custom theme is for some reason making text that is both bold and italicized very very small. (<- example. look at this on my blog page.) like. obstructive-to-reading kind of small. not sure what's causing that and when i look in the code i can't see the source of the problem.... i'm gonna try to tinker with it, but barring a fix i guess i just won't use both formats at once for ease of reading on the blog. all you folks who only read from the dashboard page are of course unaffected by this so lmao keep vibing.

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DRABBLE: DON'T STARE!

He tries not to stare. 

He tries not to let his eyes linger too long on her hands, on her hair, on her lips. He has moderate success, but there are times he can’t quite refrain. Once, early on, he had elicited a laugh and an encouraging hand on the shoulder from Crope, who turned to him when Elphaba left and murmured, “I know it’s quite shocking, that green. But you’ll get used to it. It stops feeling freakish after a few weeks.” Fiyero hadn’t known how to tell him that it wasn’t freakish at all — that it was captivating — that SHE was, even beyond her skin — so he didn’t say anything.

No one else remarks on it, if they notice the way his eyes follow her. Other times they’re alone, and there’s no one to see. (He’s nearly certain she thinks  n o t h i n g  of him, quiet and complacent as he is, so he never worries much that she’ll see.) This is a rare circumstance, their being alone, but it’s the one in which he currently find himself, making vague, dwindling conversation and reminding himself it is disrespectful to stare. It is disrespectful to her and to that other her, Sarima, who is not here. He only remembers her when the conversation necessitates it:

“I’ve never seen an Ozian wedding. Only my own. Our history books mention them so casually but I can’t help but find the way it's all done a little strange… How do you suppose the same rite becomes so different just over a few mountains?”

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i see it's time for a new wave of spam bots to hit all my accounts.... fun. i love that.

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@melpomeneprose | continued. She... One look at her husband tells Sarima all she needs to know... or all she thinks she needs to know. A less observant person would assume the blonde one, who also makes the plenty rounds of correspondence the 'good one'... but the blonde one (while it would make a good lie and an even better 'distraction' the Arjiki Princess would not believe it, besides, everyone in Oz knows women not men feature prominently in the 'good ones' social circle). It isn't disdain for him, far from it, it is fear of marriage as a whole, and could Sarima really be blamed for that? He misunderstands surely, it isn't ignorance... that implies inability to know, she wants to know. It is the fear of not being enough. The scared child still lurking inside the fair... or rather fairer (not when compared to 'the good one' and only when compared to her husband) Arjiki Princess. She... Elphaba. Of course she understands on some level the fascination. On the other hand it hurts the way being struck does, she is grateful most assuredly that Fiyero has never sunk that low. Still, there is a rather large chasm and it lacks a bridge. There is a look, not of hatred but of the most earnest concern, both for herself and him. Humble and loyal. Not that there were other choices. "Forget what?" Sarima asked, pointedly. "I may not be as well educated as you, Fiyero, but I am not naive," she catches herself before she can add, I love you -- I am sorry. Though, really, and Ozian propriety be damned. There is a wretched beastly longing inside that wishes to say well... all she thinks. Still, she could never, she isn't as brave as Fiyero and his school friends, then again she never had the chance to be.

From another wife, 'forget what?' might be the sweet, reconciling words to playfully tell him that it is already forgotten, the tension mercifully behind them. But this is Sarima, and the words are incisive and accusing. Fiyero is still re-acclimating to how much harder every nuance hits him in his native tongue after prolonged exposure to the inflections of common Ozian, felt more remotely through the veil of an acquired language.

He keeps his gaze fixed on the window. Where she gets off accusing him, he hardly knows, but it doesn't stop him feeling chastened, even from something he doesn't believe he's done. "No, I don't imagine anyone would charge you with that, my dear," he murmurs, and the term of endearment sounds dull, habitual. "But they might make suspicious stick. Why don't you just tell me what you think I ought to admit to and I'll say I'm sorry, because well educated as I am I'm apparently not as read up on rumors as you seem to be."

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

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flirting with ur domestic terrorist wife 😗

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just saw a sexy, erotica cover art style painting of a witch and my first thought was "this is what fiyero is imagining when he thinks about elphaba doing magic, baby. he is romanticizing the HELL out of this."

fiyero doesn't take magic very seriously lmao lest we forget...