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now i hear a symphony . . . @ephemaera / @dancedespite.

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this is more than she ever could have asked for. she had never seen a life for herself in her future. since she was a child, elphaba had always imagined herself growing up to care for her father, or maybe nessa's family, if she chose to have one. she would look after the house, maybe take on some work behind the scenes in munchkinland. ( never anything public-facing, of course, goodness no. ) there hadn't been a point in dreaming of a future she had no hope for. and then the second she'd started to hope– had finally had a reason to– that dream died before her very eyes. and, really she wouldn't change anything. it all brought her here, to a life more beautiful than she would have ever pictured for herself.

everything feels so much lighter now– she feels so much lighter now. with no one around but their friends, elphaba has the privilege of pulling her lover in close. there are no shadows to hide in, anymore– just warm sunlight pouring in through the kitchen window. fiyero turns to her, and elphaba is sure his smile could power ten emerald cities. she matches it with one of her own– she can't remember a time where she's smiled as much as she does now. 'since someone taught me to,' she replies, gazing up at him, a small smile playing at her lips. 'you'd like him.' close to him is never quite close enough, and she wraps her arms around him a little tighter as they lilt gently back and forth. chin tipped back, she can tell he's thinking about something. verdant lips part to ask what, but he's too quick for her. oz, she adores him. 'i do,' she says softly. 'fiyero, you make me feel so loved. and i hope i do the same for you. because i love you so... fiercely.'

ELPHABA THROPP: 12. SENDER INVITES RECEIVER TO DANCE.

they're alive. and though they aren't necessarily thriving — still having to hide, lay low until they could be sure that everyone truly thought they were dead — they're living. and living together, the talking scarecrow and the wicked witch, in love. they may have been chased out of oz, but they found a home in each other. fiyero knew that wherever elphaba was is where he wanted to be. he may no longer be a prince, the object of everyone's desires, or that carefree man he had always desperately tried to be, but now he was so much more than that: kind, empathetic, and loved by the woman he adored. he didn't think there was much more he could ask for.

fiyero stands making tea in the kitchen of their shared cottage, the man talking away to the squirrel on the counter to his left. the animals here have taken them in graciously, something fiyero never thought he would be able to thank them enough for. a soft and safe place to land had seemed impossible, once he and elphaba fled, but the journey here was worth the wait. humming a familiar tune, fiyero feels a hand on his arm, turning to face elphaba with a smile that grows every time he sees her. 'since when do you enjoy dancing? you really have changed for the better,' even in his altered state, fiyero can't help the cheek that resides in his tone, though the man is otherwise softened as he begins to sway elphaba back and forth. glancing over her features, and in spite of everything they'd been through, fiyero can't help but to feel lucky. lucky to be with her, lucky to be loved in the way she loves him. 'i love you,' he murmurs in reflection of his own thoughts. 'so much. i hope you know that,' @dancedespite.

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@dancedthrough sent : 33. A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking to her freckles.

every time she sees him, elphaba cannot outrun the feeling that it may be the last. no matter how she fights against it, oz can never be her home again. she will never be safe here, never be able to stop running, stop hiding. but she is safe here, with him, for these fleeting, precious moments. she doesn't think she has ever felt so intensely as she does with fiyero, in these stolen nights in each other's arms. elphaba's breath catches as his lips brush against the tops of her cheeks, the dusting of freckles there– the gesture so intimate, so gentle. touch has been such a rarity her whole life, and now especially. he handles her with such care that sometimes it's a wonder she can still breathe. eyes shut as she inhales slowly, steadying herself against the heady feeling of his affection. a hand lifts to curl around the crook of one of his elbows, grounding herself in the feeling of him, solid beneath her palm.

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she likes this, getting to see a little more of him. fiyero certainly hides his depth, but for someone who is so... sought after, elphaba thinks that she can understand why. with everyone clambering for a piece of you, wouldn't you be desperate to keep some things sacred? she feels privileged to be someone he seems to trust. and he can. they're friends now, which had come as a bit of a surprise. that night in the woods hadn't been the most auspicious of meetings, but elphaba truly cares for fiyero. he has a good heart. and he tells her how he feels, what he does to get by, and her heart breaks a little for him. she has pushed away her fair share of feelings, but something about this seems different. like he's trying to escape himself entirely. 'i don't find it hard to believe,' she says earnestly. 'it must be exhausting.' green fingers gesture vaguely out. 'all that.'

ELPHABA THROPP: SPOTIFY WRAPPED / GROWING SIDEWAYS, NOAH KAHAN.

such an odd feeling, opening up to someone. fiyero hasn't experienced the sensation, opting to keep his secrets and emotions close to his chest in order to keep everyone around him happy. it seemed the adoring fans preferred when he was happy; smiling; fun. contrary to his wishes, and theirs, fiyero couldn't always be like that. and though the mask is more likely to slip in private, there was something about elphaba that told him he could take it off to breathe, if only for a moment. 'i ignore things until i forget what i felt in the first place,' words are held up by some sort of sadness, perhaps frustration at himself and the situaiton that he's put himself in. eyes flash toward elphaba and the prince sits up a bit straighter, setting the mask back over his sorrows. 'i'm aware you may find this hard to believe, but it isn't exactly easy being . . . well, me,' @dancedespite.

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'nobody knows me better. nobody can hurt me like you can.'

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'every night's another reason why i left it all.'

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'i hope they never understand us.'

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'if you think you're getting away, i will prove you wrong.'

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@slashaer : can't you see how wonderful it'll be? we can make our own way. - corina

it's a pretty thought. but elphaba has learned first hand that some beautiful ideas are just that– beautiful, but hollow. or worse– rotting on the inside. she wants to have hope, but isn't hope what had gotten her into trouble in the first place? there has to be a way to balance it– her cynicism with corina's openness. compromise isn't exactly elphaba's forte– not since she saw what it could do to a leader, to a heart– but she tries anyway. 'i–' a sigh leaves verdant lips. 'we can't leave without a plan. we have to be prepared if... if things don't work out, if something goes wrong.'

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elphaba had always assumed that that kind of love just wasn’t for her. love at all always seemed... difficult. even with nessa, whom she loves with all her heart, there are things that are complicated. she doesn't quite know how to love her sister without using up all of herself to do it– it's how she was taught. and loving like that only gets you hurt. her mother is gone, dulcibear is gone. it always seemed that love would only lead to despair. glinda had taught her otherwise, and fiyero, too, but... loving fiyero had hurt in its own way, at the start.

well, no. not loving him. loving him was easy. it was the longing that had hurt. it was a sweet ache that elphaba had known all her life, looking at things that could never be hers. the way her father smiled at nessa. the way other children would laugh and sing as they played in the streets. the looming buildings of shiz that she was never meant to step foot in. a gift given to her by the sharp eye of a power-hungry woman.

still, she can't say she isn't grateful to morrible. because if not for her, she would never have met the girl with a heart behind all her vanity or the boy with a wonderful mind masked with the pretense of a vapid smile. while glinda certainly hadn't approached on the friendliest foot, elphaba could admit it was just... easier– to not like them, to keep them at arm's length. all fiyero had done was make a simple mistake– one anyone could have made, and she'd practically carved a gulf in the earth between them so she could feel in control. and then he was with glinda and it all made perfect sense and it was easy as anything to ignore the silly twinge in her heart the more she got to know him.

she'd never felt like such a fool than she did that night in the forest. it had been stupid, utterly brainless to think there could have been anything between them. fiyero had woken up her heart in a way that no one ever had before and she had let that feeling in close enough to hurt her. and when he'd run off? well. that new, beautiful feeling had melted quickly away, revealing the familiar wound.

so when he hunts her down, tries to tell her what he really felt that night, all she can do is stare at him, unbelieving. a little gasp escapes her when he takes her hands. it's been so long since anyone has touched her, and for it to be fiyero...

and then he's telling her he loves her, that's he's loved her just as long as she has loved him, and he's smiling at her, and– she won't restrain herself any longer. she won't do the polite thing, won't wait for him to finish explaining himself. no, this time, she will do the thing her heart tells her. she surges forward to kiss him, pressing her lips to his with all of the desperation in her heart and none of the shyness she once felt. green palms cradle his face, the tips of elphaba's fingers sliding into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. they fit together so naturally that she doesn't need to think, only needs to let herself love him.

she lets out a little gasp of laughter, half-dizzy with the way he invades all of her senses. 'yes,' she breathes, chest tightening with emotion as she leans in to rest her forehead against his. 'i love you, fiyero. i... i never thought...' eyes flicker up to his, vulnerable in admitting something that she has held so secret. 'and i never thought i'd see you again.'

ELPHABA THROPP: ❗❗❗ TO ABRUPTLY KISS FIYERO.

so much misunderstanding; yearning; longing. so much that fiyero didn't know, and so much that fiyero was too afraid to ask for. the arrival of the prince had stirred the students into a flurry, but elphaba had shaken things up in her own way, too. not many were fond of her, not until galinda had given her a moment at the oz dust, showing them that anyone, regardless of background or appearance could be friends. fiyero and elphaba had a rocky start ( nearly trampling a person in the woods might do that to a relationship ), but the two had silently agreed to put aside their differences and dislikes and act as acquaintances, albite somewhat reluctantly, for galinda's sake. but as weeks passed, fiyero realized that the more time he spent with elphaba, the more he started to like her. he noticed more and more about her, finding himself counting her freckles, or enjoying the chime of her rare laughter, or learning something about her that he hadn't known before, that sometimes surprised him or impressed him. eventually, galinda was no longer just a buffer between the two. fiyero came to consider elphaba a friend. then, the ordeal with doctor dillamond and the lion cub happened, and he began thinking of her as much more than that.

he's thought about that night ever since. the gentle way in which she caressed his jaw, ran a finger across the scratch at his forehead, looked at him as if she actually saw what was beneath the mask he wore for others. sitting there beside her, fiyero longed to stay. to live in that moment forever, to allow himself to feel the tenderness without cowering away from it. instead, he had ran off. quickly, and without good reason. the days were long between then and now. the last time fiyero had seen elphaba was on the train platform, sending her off to the emerald city with a poppy in her hand. it had taken some time to find her, but now that he had, fiyero wasn't going to leave without telling her how he really felt. he may not get another chance.

elphaba is mistaken in her assessment of fiyero's feelings that night. she says she thought he was upset, and fiyero tells her that no, no — he was simply afraid of his feelings for her. the way she looks up at him, as if she's surprised, or in disbelief, causes fiyero to take a breath. hands slowly reach forward, taking her own into his, once again warm against cold, though this time, he brushes a thumb against green skin, warming the space with his fingertip. his mouth opens, closes. how shall he say this? well, he supposed simple was better.

'i love you, elphaba. actually, i think i've loved you for some time now. maybe since that night in the woods, or possibly even before, i can't vesture to guess,' he grins, and it's a soft thing, reserved only for the witch, in that moment. 'with everything's that's happened, i wasn't sure you'd —' as usual, elphaba is quick to cut him off, though not with defensiveness this time, but with her lips on his. fiyero — composed, stoic, charming prince fiyero — nearly melts into the affectionate kiss, never hestitating as he wraps his arms around elphaba, sliding one hand into her hair to hold her as close as possible for as long as possible. she pulls away all to quickly, and fiyero has to stop himself from chasing her lips, instead beaming down at her, water rimming his eyes in a show of pure happiness. 'can i take that as you feeling the same way?' fiyero chuckles, holding elphaba ever closer, refusing to let her go. @dancedespite.

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@dancedthrough asked: 'you once said that your favorite flower was a poppy. may i ask why?'

the softest lift of her brow– he remembered. elphaba is deeply touched. and he's asked the question so casually, like he has no idea how significant this is to her. people don't remember things about her beyond how she looks– or really anything beyond the color green. maybe this just what friendship is like, sharing the little things you notice, not having to hoard them close like secrets. not having to admire from afar but to admit it quietly... unselfconsciously. isn't that a funny notion.

whatever surprise dawns over her expression, she wipes quickly away. a smile settles onto her features, softening when she thinks back to those moments spent at dulcibear's side. 'we used to cut them in the garden. for my mother.' a moment where she allows their eyes to meet before casting down again. 'dulcibear was my nanny– our nanny, but... it was only me at the time, before...' but maybe that's a little too painful for today. 'so i guess they became my favorite, too.'

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EXCUSE ME, THERE'S NO PRETENSE HERE; independent, selective, and sporadic activity sideblog for FIYERO TIGELAAR of WICKED fame. movie, broadway show, and headcanon based ( no book influence ). as written by ASH / they them / 25+. follows back from @slashaer. I HAPPEN TO BE GENUINELY SELF-ABSORBED AND DEEPLY SHALLOW.

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elphaba can roll her eyes all she likes, but she understands ( to some degree at least ) why people fawn over fiyero. he's charming, if a little disruptive, and does seem to have his heart more or less in the right place. those are the kinds of traits that draw people in. and he didn't balk when she did what she's come to realize is sending up walls. in fact, he had challenged her on it. a little bold for a stranger, maybe, but... few people have ever bothered to do that. to even try to look past the brambles, the gates she keeps so tightly locked. so suffice it to say, she isn't completely closed off to the idea of him. and there was something sweet about arranging... all of this. while elphaba doesn't consider herself a rule breaker, she isn't much of a rule follower either– and why shouldn't the students be allowed to have a little fun? of course, dancing wouldn't have been her first choice for fun, but then... she isn't entirely sure what would be.

she lets out a quiet laugh. 'i'll have you know that that's not what i was thinking, actually.' of course she wouldn't admit what she had been thinking about was how she might have misjudged him at first. she mimics the little dip she's seen a few other girls do in response to the bow, but she stops there. 'i–' she furrows her brow. 'well, i don't exactly know how to do this.'

as a man used to having all eyes on him, it's easy for fiyero to ignore those who now stare at them as he walks elphaba back toward the dance floor, surrounded by moving bodies and loud chatter. he couldn't deny that the students of shiz knew how to have a good time, but they were all the same as every other student body he had met in every other university he had been kicked out of. self absorbed, ready and willing to be led astray from their studies, and, of course, obsessed with him, which has always been flattering, something that played well into his ego. elphaba was the only person — man, woman, or otherwise — who hasn't fawned, drooled, or chased after him, which gave the prince intrigue. fiyero had thought about her several times since he almost trampled her. she was . . . refreshing. the way he felt concerned fiyero a bit, but he wouldn't let that show.

'well, yes. contrary to what you might think, not everything that leaves my mouth is complete scratch,' fiyero gives elphaba a cheeky grin, releasing her hand as he offers her a bow to start their dance. her saying that she's been known to keep things interesting seems like an understatement. fiyero also knows, however, that it isn't entirely her fault. not when so many people insisted that they care entirely too much about what she looked like on the outside. the fact that she feels as if she needs to defend herself immediately upon meeting new people proved that she had been dealing with this her whole life. if fiyero could give her even a moment of fun, or happiness, or just peace with this dance, then that would be enough for him. 'you seem like you enjoy leading. i'll follow you,'

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@slashaer sent : 26. A kiss while one or both parties are crying ( for glinda )

she doesn't know what will happen and it frightens her more than anything ever has before. fiyero had helped her find her way back into the wizard's castle where glinda would surely be scrambling to piece together what mess the wizard had left behind. the so-called wicked witch has been– rather aptly, she supposes– lurking in the shadows, watching as the good witch speaks with attendants, members of the guard. she knows fiyero wasn't able to tell her he was all right. she knows that glinda must feel so utterly, achingly alone.

finally, when there is a moment of quiet, when glinda stands in solitude, a faraway look in her eyes that elphaba wants to wipe away for good– only then does she step into the light.

'glinda,' she says softly, her voice breaking before she can even think of trying to keep her composure.

the click of heels echo against imposing green walls as she runs to her– the girl she loves, the girl she has loved so long. the embrace is crushing as she weeps, as they both do. she leans to rest her forehead against glinda's, taking a moment to breathe, to gaze into brown eyes. only then does she lean in for a kiss– a gentle thing that grows desperate as she sweeps her fingers into blonde hair, pulling close the love that she almost lost.

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kiss roulette

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

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A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

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A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss

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WE DID IT EVEN HARDER JOE

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