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“ that’s quite a long time, Elsa. haven’t
you ever thought to speak of it before? ”
she knew the queen was guarded, to say the least.
but Elphaba knew she'd earned her trust in one
fashion or another, and something so defining as that
was something she knew needed out. no one knew
such pain as Elphaba. she could understand.
❝Well the sex is fantastic. Too bad he’s an asshole.
Wait. What am I saying? As long as the sex is mind-
blowing, I give no fucks.❞
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“ sounds reasonable. I’m all for good
hook-ups. emotions get incredibly
tiring after awhile. ”
❝He probably already READ all the wikis. He probably went to those
classes entitled “how to properly pleasure a woman so they open
their legs for you again” or something like that. Of course, those might
have been too difficult for him so he winged it.❞
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“ jesus christ. this is why I bang girls now. I’m
glad you found this guy because I gave up. ”
❝Oh God I remember that. Whenever I see a sham-wow
I honestly just roll around laughing. Why do you think I
had to get rid of the sham-wow here in the apartment?
Oh! Didn’t he try to call you a few times for ANOTHER
booty call?❞
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“ oh god don’t remind me. I was tempted to
mail him a wiki-how on how to pleasure girls,
or even how not to pleasure girls. the number
one thing would probably be not to punch me
in the boob, or text in the middle, or offer me
a sham-wow, but y'know, baby steps. ”
❝Well at least it’s not just concentrated in one area.
Honestly though, if I had known he was going to do
this I would have cancelled on my aunt. I don’t need
her lecturing me as well.
Seriously, you are a life saver.❞
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“ trust me, it’s not a problem. remember the sham-wow
guy? let’s just say I had to wear a scarf and sensitive-
underwear for a week. I swear to fucking god some
guys can’t tell the part of a vagina from a television
remote. took him like an hour and too this day I can’t
see a sham-wow without laughing and shuddering. ”
“I mean A FUCKING SHAM WOW? ”
❝They don’t call it the [ WALK OF SHAME ] for nothing.
Hans turned me into a leopard so do you think I could
borrow one of your scarves?❞
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“ well that’s certainly one way to do the
animal costume. and yeah, on the rack
behind the closet door, any but the long
black one. ”
when your muses have friends
when your muses have friends that have funny/cute/adorable/normal moments with them
when your muses have friends that protect them/defend them/save them/hug them/pick them up when they’re down
when your MUSES HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARGUE WITH THEM OVER IMPORTANT THINGS AND CHALLENGE THEIR DECISIONS AND PUSH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND NEW SITUATIONS
✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;
❝That man seems to have lost what remained of his
sanity during the holiday break. Haven’t you seen
that flask that’s always in his hand? I do believe
that if he is not drunk, he is most likely high on
something.❞
( —— ☂ —— )
“ He never once struck me as the type, but now I’m
none-too-sure. It was dreadfully quiet over the holiday
this year, little of us stayed around. He was here, though.
Perhaps he grew lonely & took up drinking again? Still,
I’d like to know what the assignment is in plain speak. ”
✕ ✕ ┊she of ice & snow ;;
If she had to, she would have held Elphaba in her arms for hours on end.
No way in hell was Elsa going to leave her best friend. She could not stand
the idea of her friend waking up [ A L O N E ]. She needed to remind Elphaba
that she wasn’t alone. There was someone in this world who cared about her.
Every so often, she would hear Alexander or Amelia asking if their Auntie was
okay.God above, she wanted to slap Elphaba and
shake some sense into the other woman. Why
couldn’t she see how many people CARED for
her? Frightened they might be, but her children
were not begging that she step away from the
“wicked” witch. Instead, they were asking if
their aunt was okay. They worried for her. LOVED
her. Why couldn’t Elphaba see that?When she felt warm fingers moving, Elsa’s heart raced
and a relieved smile spread across her lips. A tearful
laugh escaped her lips and she could not help but press
her lips against Elphaba’s forehead. Before the tears
could fall, she reached up and wiped away her tears. From
the corner of her eye, she could see her youngest trying
to move away from her brother and Marshmallow. No
doubt she wanted nothing more than to embrace her Auntie
Witch.She did not speak for a few moments as she was far too busy hugging
all the air out of the other woman’s body. Thankful sobs escaped the
Queen’s lips. Elphaba was far from okay. Elsa knew in her heart that she
had [ past the point of no return ] long ago. However, even with that thought,
she would never stop. She would never give up. She could not give up.
She would rather walk in the dark with her friend than stand in the light and
watch as her friend suffered.❝No matter how DARK the moment,
love and hope is always possible.❞
( —— ☂ —— )
Her body racked with pain, like needles piercing
her skull. Still, even against her better &buried
intuition she fought with a pathetic bout of strength
to free herself from Elsa’s arms. But she was WEAK
& she could not fight the iron grip of the Queen. So
she broke instead.
When The Witch screamed, it was like no sound anyone
had heard before. It was shredded & painful sounding,
high-pitched like her voice had grown to be. She tried,
once again, to struggle, but her entire figure was so filled
with a heavy fatigue, she fell to the ground once again,
awake, but trembling uncontrollably. Her voice came raspily.
“ I cannot fix what I have done. I am not deserving
of love or sacrifice. I am what they ultimately
predicted I’d be, a WITCH, a MONSTER. I’m sure
that I knew &loved you & your children once. But
I am not who you say me to still be. Everyone must
move on eventually. It is what’s best for everyone. ”
With that she had nothing more to say, believing still
that she was cold & unfeeling, and to some point she
was. But the cold and the samll voices that surrounded
her, seemingly from EVERYWHERE reached her heart
and choked her. Somehow she was FURIOUS that she
couldn’t be stronger, couldn’t leave herself to rot while
they left. Couldn’t remain emotionless.
The delicate skin beneath her eyes BURNED, small
bits of water falling onto them. She near screamed
again, the pain of pure water against her skin, the
anger she possessed at losing them. She was a
WITCH not a child. And crying brought pain in more
ways than the simple fact of black burns streaked
across her cheeks. Crying meant feeling, and she’d
tried so hard for so long not to.
Through her sobs, while still wrapped in Elsa’s oddly warm
embrace, a jumble of words attempted to escape but were
caught in her chattering teeth. I love you too.
But she couldn’t. She couldn’t.
&;; thirty-five icons of Queen Elsa + psd for icewiitch
these icons are for her use and HER USE ONLY !!! if I see anyone else using them, it will NOT be pretty. clear? clear.
