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Postcard design for @belovedzine from our first release ❤️

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my girl deserved the world

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Just a quick sketch of winged!Glinda from my Lessons in Falconry AU. I’ve been getting so much love for her recently and it’s been a minute since I drew her 🥲 my poor traumatized baby.

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Dreams the way we planned them

If we work in tandem

There's no fight we cannot win

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oh my god??? i HAVE to read!!!

Eternal Sunshine

“Her fiancé sat at a vanity not far from the bed, bathed in sunlight. Lurline incarnate, or some other sappy metaphor that was similar. Her pale skin had […] a proper rouge redding her cheeks and the tops of her bare knees. […] Galinda seemed preoccupied with her reflection, head tilted to one side as she brushed out her honey-gold curls. Curls that blended with the morning as though they were made from it; as though she’d harnessed rays from the Gillikinese sun to toss over her back.” - Chapter 22 :: Eternal Sunshine (Of Emeralds and Trumpeter Swans by Aurorarose2081 on Ao3)

Just an illustration from my Wicked fic. I really wanted to draw this scene, but I was kinda nervous, knowing what happened with the other piece I did for this story. But! I’m so glad I did, because I’m in love with it 😮‍💨☀️

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study night 💚🩷

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make the yuletide gay

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style swap!

thank you again to everyone who has read If You'll Have Me, reviewed it, talked about it, or left kind words on my art ��� i'm very shy online and bad at putting myself out there (what do you mean i have to promote my book i just want to make stories lfmksnsks) so to see reminders that it exists out in the world… it means a lot ❤️

sending love to you all!!

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are you currently taking requests or suggestions for Sevika?

I also just wanted to let you know that you are one of the best Sevika writers out there and I really enjoy reading your fics! You write about her so well and it feels like you love doing it 💕💕

If you are taking requests/suggestions I have some things in mind for you!!

I would love to take some requests! I'm currently feeling uninspired at the moment. I think anon requests would help me continue to write about Sevika.

I think I will be writing some Gelphie fics soon and posting it on here as well!

Thank you so much for enjoying my writing. I know it might not be everyone's cup of tea but I really do enjoy connecting with other's on here that love Sevika!

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oh no, don't mind me, i'm just thinking about how glinda and elphaba were just girls. they were just kids. they had dreams and they had desires and they had never, either of them, been loved. not in a way that was real. not in a way that mattered. they were just girls, and they found each other, and they needed each other, and they healed each other, and they were torn apart anyway

they were just girls, and they loved each other, and it didn't change a thing in the end, except for the fact that it changed them

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oh

Mechanic 🧰 Sevika

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the blacker the berry, the sweeter the dyke

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Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in grandmas florals and a vintage cut. Smelling like thrift stores and books and dried flowers.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the macarbe. Art filled red with blood, and wardrobe filled black and silver. Jars of bones and hair and herbs.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in nature's song. The howl of the wind. The bold heat of the sun on their skin, and the smell of eucalyptus and petrichor.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the sweat on their brow and the strength of their lift. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins. The beauty in their form and focus.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the tap of their heels on tiles. The way their voice commands a room. Warm printer ink, signature signed.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the paint on your apron and the beadwork your mother taught you. The songs you made up with your cousins over your childhood summers will be the lullabies your children fall asleep to.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in the layer of fat on top of your soup, the bubbling of yeast and the smell of onion, garlic, and rosemary.

Here's who the femmes who's expression lies in the strum of the bass and the bang of the drum. Grimey venues with sticky floors, full of screaming, sweat, and fiery passion.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in decedant fabrics galore. Velvets and satins and ruffles and lace. Rhinestones and ribbons. Leather and linens.

Here's to femmes whose expression lies in enjoying the simplicities of life. The smell of the jasmine tree on the walk home from book club. The changing of the leaves. The way their barista knows them by name.

Here's to the femmes whose expression lies in comfort and care. The softness they've carved for themselves. Matching pajamas and mismatched socks. Home is where the heart is, and where goldilocks finds her "just right."

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what the fuck

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oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

Quick Sevika drawing because OH MY GOD