#elphabaoftheopera

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Merry Christmas @elphabaoftheopera!

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Fiyero smiled as he stood by the window, watching Elphaba sleep. He wasn’t a morning person by any means, but once he realized how peaceful Elphaba looked while she slept, he found himself getting up at least once—no more than three times—a week just to soak in her ethereal beauty. Was it a bit creepy? Yeah, probably. Did he ever get caught? No. Would he stop if Elphaba caught him and –

“Fiyero.”

The Vinkun blinked and focused on his wife, whose face scrunched up as she looked at him. She couldn’t tell if she was narrowing her eyes in annoyance or simply squinting because her vision was blurry without her glasses. Either way, she was no longer sleeping in ethereal peace.

“Good morning,” Fiyero smiled, padding back to her and climbing onto the bed, staying on top of the covers as he kissed her nose.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s time to go.”

She blinked up at him, pushing herself up onto her elbows, and yawned. Mid-yawn, she let out a surprised yelp, almost choking on the air switching directions in her throat, as Fiyero pressed his lips against hers. “Sharing a morning breath kiss is your idea of romantic?”

“It was our first kiss of the day. That’s romantic in-and-of itself. And there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Elphaba smirked. “Such scandalacious behavior,” she chuckled as Fiyero stole another kiss, wrapping his leg around hers. “What would your newlywed wife say?”

“If she asks, I’ll tell her I was with my girlfriend.”

“Your ex-girlfriend.”

He booped her nose. “The best ex-girlfriend ever.”

“We really mustn’t make a habit out of saying that. It’ll give people the wrong idea. Wouldn’t one think that bringing your ex-girlfriend on your honeymoon would be frowned upon?” Elphaba blinked innocently, fighting the smirk with all her strength.

“I have no problem with it. Especially if your ex-girlfriend is adorably adorable.”

She wrinkled her nose.

“But we really should get ready.”

“I thought we weren’t leaving until this afternoon.”

“Perhaps I don’t want to waste a single tick-tock.”

“Yero, we just got married. We have all the tick-tocks in the world ahead of us.” Nevertheless, she moved to get up, but Fiyero pulled her back down. “Yero!”

He gave her an overly vocal kiss. “Okay. Now we can get ready.”

Elphaba laughed and playfully wiggled out of his arms. She jumped out of bed, looking at him over her shoulder before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom.

Elphaba rarely laughed, so when she did, he knew he’d done something to earn it. Only a few people were privileged enough to see her softer side. He knew she spent years maintaining her carefully constructed walls, and once he got to know her, he made it his mission to tear those walls down.

She really was his whole world. She had been the first to see past his dancing-through-life façade and rip off his mask. She hit him with the truth, and a few of her schoolbooks. And he had been the second (because she very adamantly kept Glinda in the first spot) person to see the person underneath the hard, green exterior and get to the shy, insecure girl who gave up on being loved years ago. Now, here they were, happily married for almost two days, about to journey to Otour, a small village near the Thousand Year Grasslands, for their honeymoon.

When choosing destination spots, Elphaba mentioned that there weren’t many romantic locations in Munchkinland (though Fiyero knew that wasn’t the only reason she was reluctant to return to her home country). Glinda suggested the Emerald City, but both Elphaba and Fiyero agreed that they didn’t want a place filled with hustle and bustle. The Quadling Country was in its rainy season, making the marshes extra soggy and not very romantic. That left only the Vinkus.

After hearing Fiyero extol the beauty of his homeland, Elphaba expressed interest in seeing the Vinkun countryside. She was particularly curious about the Hanging Gardens of Krum, and even more intrigued as to why Fiyero had never visited.

“I’m sure there are places in Munchkinland you’ve never explored,” he said in response to Elphaba’s comment.

“Mostly because my father wasn’t interested in taking me around.”

Fiyero fell silent for a moment, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I will show you off to everyone in the Vinkus. We’ll go everywhere.”

Now that he had graduated from Shiz (with Elphaba’s active help) and was officially assuming full-time crown prince duties, he could only escape for three days. Initially, Fiyero felt upset about the shortened vacation, but Elphaba had revealed that she didn’t want an extended honeymoon.

“Just being with you is like a dream come true,” she had admitted during a rare moment of tenderness, and Fiyero had melted like butter in her hands. “I don’t need a long honeymoon to prove our love.”

Fiyero looked up as Elphaba emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe with a towel wrapped around her hair. When she undressed, she was clad in her undergarments and a simple slip. She had just finished buttoning her dark blue blouse when Fiyero finally stopped gazing at her and hurried into the bathroom for his turn. Elphaba rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across her cheeks. Even after all these years, it still took her by surprise that Fiyero actually liked – loved – looking at her.

After breakfast, the couple grabbed their bags and loaded into the coach. After saying goodbye to his parents, Elphaba and Fiyero climbed in and set off. Fiyero had insisted on starting the no-staff weekend with him driving the coach, but his father was quick to remind him of why he still didn’t have his license: an incident involving an axel, a clothesline, and a bread cart.

“A whole weekend without staff or royal duties. However will we survive?” Elphaba mused with a soft chuckle.

“Well, quite easily without the royal duties,” Fiyero grinned. “And we didn’t have royal staff at Shiz.”

“I had to teach you how to separate your laundry. You wouldn’t have had any white shirts if I let you do it yourself.”

“Maybe I liked those off-white colors.”

“Maybe I should’ve let you wear that pink shirt and get busted by Morrible.” Elphaba rolled her eyes and settled against his side. “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me? I should be thanking you for making sure I didn’t go to class wearing a pink shirt. Especially when Glinda –”

“No, I mean thank you… for marrying me.”

He glanced down at her. “Fae, marrying you was not some duty I did because I was being held at gunpoint. I married you because I love you.”

“And you couldn’t stand me returning to the Governor’s Mansion to be Nessa’s servant.”

“Because I love you, and you deserve so much better than that. You showed me that I deserve more than just being satisfied with going through the motions of life. I desired to return the favor.”

She looked up at him with her brown, doe eyes, and fully relaxed against him.

They reached their accommodations in Otour by the afternoon, and after a quick refresh, Fiyero dragged Elphaba back out, her on one arm, and a picnic basket on the other.

“Are we going to see the Hanging Gardens of Krum?” she asked.

“I was saving that for tomorrow. The summer lends itself to showing off Vinkun nature the best.

There’s something else I want to show you.”

The coach dropped them off at the edge of the Thousand Year Grasslands. Fiyero thanked their driver and offered Elphaba his arm, leading her through the tall blades of refreshed, green grass.

Elphaba smiled as she stretched her hand to the side, letting the tallest blades tickle her fingertips. She heard the soft sound of water rushing and looked up as they approached a mountain in the distance.

“That’s the Vinkus River,” she said, pointing to the winding stream of water at the base of the mountain.

“Yes,” Fiyero confirmed. “And that,” he pointed up to the mountain, where a waterfall of five separate streams rushed down, “is the Suoran Straoms, or the Five Sisters Streams, the second tallest waterfall in the Vinkus.”

Elphaba looked up at the water rushing down the side of the cliff. She had seen drawings of this in their textbooks, but seeing the wonder in real life was a wondiferous experience.

“The legend is that long ago, while the Vinkus was in a deep drought, the five tribal daughters came together to pray for rain. Then, the stones in the cliff cracked open, and water flowed down in separate streams, landing on each of their heads and drenching them, creating the Vinkus River, and rehydrating the land.”

Elphaba hummed, acknowledging that she heard the story while still mesmerized by the water. Fiyero smiled, seeing her eyes filled with childlike awe.

“Some said that the original water that flowed out was enchanted water. Crops flourished, thirsts were quenched, and some say that it was the clearest, sparkliest water they’d ever seen. There was also something about it being a fountain of youth source, and some who drank got an extended life span. I was maybe seven or eight years old the last time I was here. I took a big, refreshing gulp directly from that middle stream, thinking that it was going to make me live forever.”

“And?”

“I got horrendibly sick and was bedridden for a week. My parents thought I was going to die. My thirst wasn’t quenched, but my colon was cleaned out.”

Elphaba snorted out a laugh. “I guess its magical properties had run out.”

“Something that I should’ve been told before. See, this is the problem with legends. Some of it’s real, and some is made up, but no one ever tells you which parts are true.”

He set the basket down and pulled out a red and white gingham picnic blanket, neatly arranging their delicious spread. He and his wife shared a peaceful lunch, reminded of their picnics by Suicide Canal in their days at dear old Shiz. Fiyero threaded his fingers through Elphaba’s as they watched the five streams of water rush down the side of the mountain.

“Elphaba.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Yero.” She snuggled closer and inhaled the fresh, country air, moistened by the water.

(WICKED)

“Yero! Wake up! Wake up!” Elphaba smiled, shaking her husband’s arm.

Fiyero peaked out from under the covers, giving Elphaba the same look she gives him when he wakes her up early. “Fae, I don’t have to look at the clock to know it’s way too early for –”

“We’re going to the Hanging Gardens today! Remember? You promised!”

He had never seen her so excited for anything before. Her eyes were bright and alert, and once Fiyero gained more consciousness, he noticed how she was already dressed. He yawned and pushed himself up.

Elphaba bounced on the balls of her feet as she resisted the urge to tear the covers from his body to assist in his waking. “Yero,” she almost whined.

Oz, she was so adorabubble when she was really excited about something. Fiyero had never been able to deny her anything during their courtship, and knew he wouldn’t be able to start during their marriage. So he pushed himself up, kissed her ‘good morning’ and went to get ready. “Fae, we have to eat breakfast,” he said when Elphaba tried to pull him out the door the second he finished combing his hair.

“We can eat on the way there.”

“No, we can’t. We have to catch the boat. It leaves every hour on the hour.”

Elphaba glanced at the clock. Eight-oh-five. Ozdamnit.

“And eating on the boat is less than ideal. Trust me.”

“So don’t drink the waterfall water, and don’t eat on the boat. What is it with you and learning the hard way to leave natural water sources alone?”

Fiyero chuckled and shrugged, succeeding in getting his wife to sit and have breakfast with him. Elphaba eagerly told him what she knew of the history of the hanging gardens. Fiyero neither confirmed nor denied her suspicions, which piqued her curiosity, yet made her antsy.

“Yero, if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss the boat!” Elphaba frowned, finishing first and pulling him up. “And I’m not waiting another hour.”

Fiyero calmly got up and placed their dishes in the sink, rinsing them with water. He heard Elphaba impatiently tapping her foot behind him, and knew he’d owe her extra kisses to make up for annoying her. “Ready?” he asked brightly, finally working up the courage to turn around.

Elphaba wordlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. He barely had time to grab his satchel – which contained their money and boat tickets – from the hook as he was all but dragged out.

They made it to the trolley stop just in time and caught the streetcar. A few heads turned as the prince and princess boarded, but no fuss was made per Fiyero’s published requests. An older gentleman offered his seat to Elphaba, but the green woman politely declined.

“Already starting your benevolent report with the people, I see,” Fiyero chuckled at her ear.

“We’ll only be on for a few stops. I’m much too excited to sit,” Elphaba shrugged, actively having to remind herself not to start bouncing like Glinda.

Fiyero smiled and slipped his hand into Elphaba’s. He knew he had to keep the public displays of affection toned down when they were out in this much public, but he couldn’t resist. The nearby passengers who saw smiled at the royal couple, some older couples looking like they were remembering their newlywed days.

They reached their stop with ten minutes to spare. Fiyero procured the tickets from the satchel he was almost forced to leave behind and gave them to the captain as he helped them aboard. The ferry was a decent size, not a pleasure vessel, yet not a large ship. Having never been on a boat before, Elphaba was torn between wanting to watch the water, and being safely seated in the center of the boat.

Fiyero wrapped his arms around Elphaba’s waist, easing her fears and allowing her to enjoy her first boat ride. The wind made the whisps of hair that freed themselves from her braid dance around her face. The twinkle in her eyes mirrored the twinkle of the crisp, clear Vinkus River water beneath them. He loved this view. He could get used to this view.

The boat ride was only a few minutes, and the captain helped them disembark on the dock. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Elphaba’s gaze was locked upwards on the grand structure hanging over her.

The Hanging Gardens of Krum.

It was even more magnificent than she had imagined. The ascending series of tiered gardens featured a wide variety of trees, shrubs, and vines, resembling a massive green mountain. High walls and stone pillars were adorned with flourishing vines that bore bright flowers. “It’s… beautiful,” she whispered in awe.

“The Hanging Gardens of Krum are less legend and more a blend of agriculture, architecture, and fact. It’s the most factually mythical wonder in Oz,” Fiyero explained, gently taking her hand and guiding her forward. “Unlike the Five Sisters Streams, which have purely mythical origins, ancient plans survive detailing the garden’s architecture and engineering. Being close to the river ensures everything remains well-irrigated, and everyone knows to respect the flora to help this place maintain its paradise-like life.” He led her up the steps to the first terrace. “It was very modern for the time it was built.”

Elphaba was amazed at how the plants could live and thrive when not connected to the earth. She noticed the irrigation system running along the walls, the trickling water almost sounding like soothing music. “The water looks like it’s flowing upward,” she observed, noticing a clear, narrow tube of water moving against gravity.

“It’s not an illusion. It’s a capillary action. A new engineering feat that allows the water to travel upward with a little push.”

Her gaze followed the water upward. “Incredible.”

Fiyero led her through all the levels, showing her the native Vinkun plants and more architectural wonders. The grandeur of the greenery surrounded Elphaba, and for the first time in her life, she felt at peace surrounded by so much green and truly appreciated the color’s beauty.

(WICKED)

As they ended their final night in Otour, Elphaba sat in front of her vanity as she slowly ran a brush through her hair. She didn’t realize she was humming until Fiyero started humming with her. She turned, smirking at him when she saw him lounging on the bed, wearing only his pajama pants.

“Hey,” Fiyero grinned.

“Hey,” Elphaba grinned back, braiding her hair and slipping out of her robe. “You’re staring at me.”

“Yeah.”

“You normally only stare at me in the mornings.”

“Maybe you’re even more beautiful in the evenings.”

Elphaba rolled her eyes. Fiyero invitingly patted the spot next to him, encouraging her to come to bed. The green woman obliged and snuggled under the covers with her husband.

“I had a wonderful weekend,” she smiled against his lips. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Fae. I loved watching you have fun.”

“But you had fun, too, right?”

“You know me. I’m always having fun.”

Elphaba blinked at him. “Fiyero…”

“I just… couldn’t stop myself from thinking that… I’ve never seen you so happy.”

Elphaba pushed herself up onto her elbows. She opened her mouth, but cut herself off as she decided to say something different. “You’re the first person to ever make me feel this happy.” A pause, then, “If you tell Glinda I said that, she’ll kill both of us.”

“I didn’t come too late? I was worried that you had endured too much sadness and that nothing I said or did would make you truly happy.”

“No. You arrived right on time.” She kissed him. “You saved me just in time. You make me really, truly happy.”

He smiled, pulling her close as he chuckled at her giggle, which Glinda clearly influenced. After a bit of cuddling, the couple lay in comfortable silence, and Elphaba was sure Fiyero had fallen asleep when –

“Hey, Fae?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to stay here forever?”

She hummed. “I’d love to, but I was kind of looking forward to being your princess. As much as I love this honeymoon phase –”

“What if I want to stay in the honeymoon phase?”

“I’ve heard that couples in the honeymoon phase are so lovey-dovey that it starts to feel like they’re trapped in a bubble, and it leads to them letting their lives pass them by.”

“So… no forever honeymoon phase?”

“Staying here on a forever honeymoon might throw a monkey wrench into our post-honeymoon plans. And I had a lot of plans.”

“Okay,” he agreed, hoping her plans aligned with his and included family planning. He was silent for a moment, then added, “Have you ever thought that somewhere out there, a monkey might be having a ‘human wrench’ thrown into his plans since humans get a ‘monkey wrench’ thrown into theirs?”

Elphaba had already closed her eyes. “Fiyero, close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“Okay. But can I say one more thing?”

She forced her eyes open and rolled over to face him. “Yes?”

“You’re my most favoritist ex-girlfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Was that a compliment?”

“Yes. You’re my favorite out of many. That’s a major accomplishment,” Fiyero said with a boyish grin.

She decided to humor him. “You’re the only ex-boyfriend I’ve ever had. Goodnight.”

“So I’m the only one that matters!”

“Fiyero.”

“Yes, dear?”

“Go. To. Sleep.”

“Yes, dear.”

[elphabaoftheopera]

oh my god

elphabaofthethroppera

I've had this URL since 2011 why did this only hit me now??

[melop-sia]

HELLO @elphabaoftheopera ! i hope youre doing well! ive arrived with more lfay thoughts and some analysis!!!!!!!! 🥳

READING THOUGHTS:

im so, so glad i rereading lfay, it is honestly such an awesome fic and the writing so amazing! personally, since this was kind of my first time reading through the entire thing without multiple day breaks, i was definitely able to pick up on less obvious details (which are compiled below!) that made everything so much better!!! i genuinely felt like i was experiencing the story again for the first time, which made me able to appreciate and become engaged with the more emotional scenes and chapters! some of my favourites of these include chapter 23 (i was evidently moved enough to leave a comment mid read 😅😅), chapter 28 and chapter 34.

for sister sunrise, the description of elphaba reflecting over her room for the last time really got me :') the paragraph was written super beautifully and after going through most of the story i reallyy felt the nostalgic and sentimental aspect.!!!! dorothy and the dark was already a pretty emotional last chapter, but in particular fiyeraba saying goodbye to glinda and elphaba reflecting on her relationship with fiyero to get through the dark were some i really appreciated and loved!

aside from that, i loved being able to notice how elphaba went from following the rules to playing by her own since it was written with a pretty clear distinction! despite it, you managed to still write her so in character and i applaud you for it! 😁

i was wondering, was it difficult for you to write each character through all of these emotions and emotional scenes? im super in awe of how well characterised they are, i can't lie my mind started mixing some of the musical and this fic together because of it how accurate it all is!!! 👏

EDIT: i was also wondering, which parallel in lfay is your favourite / was the most fun to write in?

PARALLELS:

i pride myself soo much in picking up on these! i planned to have screenshots of all of them, but unfortunatly because of the image limit ill just have to describe some 😔 nevertheless, i hope you like reading through this segment and id like to thank @mystic-oni for his much appreciated help in finding some of these!

i loved how this parallel really developed from the beginning of their relationship, with the bickering turning cute banter :) 💕

i HAD to include this one, it is so so sweet and the parallels were all incorporated so well and warmed my heart ���️❤️

along with these, there was also nessa making the same "you look dreadful" comment to elphaba at shiz and at kiamo ko, each in very different tones that made the second time very heartfelt :')

EXTRAS:

as well as parallels, i noted some a few references related to the book 🥳 i also noticed a few things that sounded similar but i wasn't sure were exactly parallels 🧐 but still wanted to include anyway... so here they are 😁!!! some captioned, some not but i hope you enjoy all!

i was super surprised at myself for initally not finding the lyrics snuck into the poem, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless!! also picked up on the mention of sarima from the book during chapter 14!

ANOTHER EDIT: another reference i got after watching wicked again was elphaba's book "discord and discontent" was mentioned by dr dillamond (can't recall in what way though 🥲)!

i noticed elphie celebrating in a similar way at going to shiz and getting into the sorcery seminar, she makes me so :))) SHE IS SO HOPEFUL AND DESERVES EVERYTHING!!!! i absolutely adore how you wrote her so excited and youthful during the act 1 chapters 🥺💕💕

fiyero having the same reaction to elphaba's temper from two different "lives" 💞 i can't help but love this little detail! i also picked up on how fiyero jokes about seeing the present in chapter 20 in comparison to him being sincere about it in the epilogue! super super subtle but one of my favourites !! there was also when elphaba sarcastically suggested enjoying the ocean in ev to considering in the last chapter, i laughed when i first read it and i still do when i think about it :)))

EXTRAS

nearing the last few chapters, i maaayyyy have impulsively made a LFaY chapter naming quiz 😇 it is linked below, i hope you have fun with it!

FINAL REGARDS

overall, im so glad i took the time to read over this outstanding fic, i don't think i could ever get tired of your writing!! ❤️❤️ i look forward to seeing more of your work, and im very excited to hear that there may be new works coming!!!!! however long that takes, i can't wait to be here yet again in support! :)))

[the-haiku-bot]

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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

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[fiyeraba-february]

Hello Fiyeraba Nation! The AO3 collection for the event is now open (you can find it here) however because the event doesn’t start til February any works added will not be revealed until 12am CST (not CDT) on February 1st.

Also our prompt list is finally here!!

These lovely calendar graphics were made by @elphabaoftheopera

The prompts:

February 1st and 2nd: “Green” and “Dancing”

February 3rd-7th: “I’m Not That Girl” and “Stories”

February 8th and 9th: “Sun and Moon” and “Forest”

February 10th-14th: “As Long As You’re Mine” and “Cultural Differences”

February 15th and 16th: “Grass” and “Touch”

February 17th-21st: “No Good Deed” and “Poppies”

February 22nd and 23rd: “First Meetings” and “Transformations”

February 24th-28th: “Straw” and “Epilogue/Prologue”

Stay tuned for more updates!

This event is run by @chocolate-mallowmelt , with graphics by @gamorahww

[wickedobsessed101]

"A Dance of Desire": A Tale by Fae'sFlower

Summary: A lavender rose hidden behind her back. Notes signed with a single, sweeping letter. Pink ribbons and raven tresses. A passionate love stronger than the walls of the great Ozma Regent Opera House itself. And the consequences when that passion becomes blinded by obsession.

Gelphie 💖💚. Booksical. AU.

Special shout-out and thank you to @artsspangledpumpkin for the beautiful cover art! And to @elphabaoftheopera for walking me through how to embed and center it on AO3 😅!

Chapter 1: "En Avant": Glinda knows her spot at the Ozma Regent Opera House isn't in the spotlight, yet someone takes notice of her anyway.

Read on FF.NET and AO3

[emjaypanda]

@sexygaywizard @elphabaoftheopera Fixed it.

[lavalierre]

tagged by @ringneckedpheasant to post my top 5 on repeat songs!

tagging @mothmanwashere @autismking @ashestoashesjc @elphabaoftheopera and anyone else that wants to play a long lol

[mel-mcz]

Tagged by @elphabaoftheopera 💕

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

A national singer, I think. Don't really like her style, but my parents liked her, I suppose.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Last week, after a very good fic. Found family always makes me teary, but this one was so well written, so perfect that I couldn't hold the tears in (and if I feel like sometimes I relate to a lonely sad boy Tim Drake, well...).

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope. And frankly don't plan to, ever.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

Besides mandatory PE in school, none.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Occasionally, but I don't like to (sometimes the urge to is stronger than my will power).

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Dunno. Their stance? The way they hold themselves, the intonation of voice, the words they choose in certain moments, their phrasing. It helps me understand them better so I can know how to respond accordingly (which is what makes texting so hard for me).

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Scary movies with happy endings, or just generally not a very bad, horrible end.

ANY TALENTS?

I always was told I was the best of my class in the ballet studio I used to go, but it's been a very long while since then (unfortunately 😭). Besides that, I am talented with a pen, pencil and occasionally a brush, and I think my writing is pretty decent for someone who never payed much attention to English classes (and also I know my Tengwar and Tehtar very well).

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

In Royal Engenho.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

To read. I like it, like A Lot. I don't count, but it must be several hundred thousand words per week before my eyes. I also like to listen to music 24/7, I can't stand the silence while I'm working or cleaning the house or just Being™.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

A little lady kitten called Luna, grey as her namesake with the clearest blue eyes and definitely some vision issue.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Metrically I'm 1,55m... don't know how much that is in feets.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

World history. Not national history, though. If anyone out here at Tumblr knows anything about Brazilian history, then they know it's a nightmare of dozens of changes in the span of a few decades. Hated it back then!

DREAM JOB?

I'd be contempt with a desk job, with fixed hours and a good enough salary. I'm tired of working with no fixed hours! Random schedules! I like the safety of predictability. Besides, that would allow me to actually act on my secondary hobbies, maybe start dancing again.

TAGGING

@kennapotterblack @deardiary17 @sherl-grey @phenanthreneblue @nerdie-faerie @ anyone else who wants to join.

[starspangledpumpkin]

tagged by my pal the awesome @elphabaoftheopera

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

I am named after my father's late mother because my parents couldn't agree to name me Erin or Stephanie, so my mom threw in grandma's name because she knew my dad wouldn't be able to say no.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Just now. I was watching Queen Charlotte and Brimsley and Reynolds were dancing in the shadows because the shadows is the only place they could be together and then they faded to Brimsley dancing all by himself.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

No.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I did swimming, tennis, softball, rock climbing, and I lettered in colorguard

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Mostly for comedic purposes.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

I never really thought about it, but I suppose it's more the fact that there's a person in front of me and I need to figure out their mood so I know how to tone how I speak to them.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR?

Brown

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Yes, but I am a sucker for a happy ending.

ANY TALENTS?

I don't know if I really believe in talent anymore. I believe people can have an aptitude for something, things that make sense to them faster, but any skill someone would be deemed "talented" at is usually achieved through practice. So I would say that I am skilled as a writer, artist, and baker, but there is still plenty of room for me to grow.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

Not saying.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, drawing, baking, and watching movies.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

I have one dog who is technically my mom's dog.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'10

FAVORITE SUBJECT?

I always enjoyed English and History when I was in school.

DREAM JOB?

Writer, but only if I could be a writer where a publishing company does all the work for me instead of expecting me to do all the legwork in PR and advertising for my book and make me have a social media platform. I'd wish to have no social media, like Neil Gaiman.

TAGGING @ironicomet @ayadiefair @willowlark369 @jetainia and anyone else who'd like to participate

[ilovemybarricadebabies]

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it (<- especially this part) And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars You crashed my party and your rental car You said normal girls were boring But you were gone by the morning You kicked out the stage lights But you're still performing

And in plain sight you hid But you are what you did And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive The smallest man who ever live

-- "The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived" by Taylor Swift. One of her best bridges ever.

Tagging: @vinkunwildflowerqueen @elphabaoftheopera @queer-Cosette and anyone else who wants to do it.

reblog w the song lyrics in your head NOW. either stuck in yr head or what yr listening to

[wicked-secretsanta]

The Big Reveal

Fellow Ozians...

I hope everyone had a thrillifying day yesterday, and now it is time for the Big Reveal:

@thestalkingentity -> made @the-bed-bugs-bit's gift

@elphabaoftheopera -> made @starspangledpumpkin's gift

@wickedobsessed101 -> made @elphabaoftheopera's gift

@the-bed-bugs-bit -> made @galindaarduenna-upland's gift

@starspangledpumpkin -> made both @wickedobsessed101's gift and @thestalkingentity's gift

@galindaarduenna-upland -> made @gliyerabaa's gift

@unimportant-ramblings -> made @justthegirlinthemirror's gift

@gliyerabaa -> made @festivating's gift

@festivating -> made @unimportant-ramblings's gift

And there you have it! Special shout out to @starspangledpumpkin for taking on a second gift 🩷💚🎄. Be sure to give your gifters all the thanks for all the hard work they put into your gifts, and I'll see you next year for the next Wicked Secret Santa.

And I'll see you in February for @gelphiefemslashfeb!

[fiyeraba-february]

Calendar Graphics made by @elphabaoftheopera

This event is run by @chocolate-mallowmelt, with graphics by @gamorahww

[wickedobsessed101]

"The Wonder In Your Eyes"

Fiyero never thought going on his honeymoon with his ex-girlfriend could be so romantic. Fiyeraba. Oneshot.

Just realized I never posted about this on here Oops.

Secret Santa Gift for @elphabaoftheopera

Read on FF.net and AO3

[raven-curls]

You were cast as Ariel in The Little Mermaid???

If you could magically change your hair to any color in the world without damaging it or needing hours to dye it, what would you pick?

ooooooh GREAT question!

so my natural color is a darker/dirty blonde. I'll highlight the blonde time to time but it's on the darker side. I was a red head for one summer when I was cast as Ariel in The Little Mermaid and really liked it.

I'm kind of boring and drawn to more natural colors for myself. I feel like I would try to go like platinum blonde all the way through rather than the natural light/dark mix highlights I usually stick with.

thanks for the fun ask!

[lavalierre]

Tagged by: @elphabaoftheopera (hey thanks!)

Last song I listened to: “Blush” by Orville Peck (unless you count me singing “Little April Showers” from the Bambi soundtrack to myself all morning)

Currently watching: Dungeon Meshi, Abbott Elementary

Spicy / sweet/ savory: Yes.

Relationship status: Kraft singles

Current obsessions: Dungeon Meshi, Orville Peck, Omar Apollo, house renovation tiktoks

Fav color: jewel tones?

Tagging: @mothmanwashere @ashestoashesjc @autismking @ringneckedpheasant