#muse: elphaba

[inkdreamt]

@doorinthepage, from Elphaba for Kady

Any normal student would no doubt be super nervous about how much of a punishment they would be about to get into for putting all their classmates, not to mention the Emerald-City officials, to sleep and stealing a lion from its cage to free it. But Elphaba was ecstatic. For once, she was away from the mold because of something other than her skin color. For once, she was able to do something that she believed in rather than just being pushed to the social pariah-dom.

Fiyero had left to go back to the school nearly an hour before, but Elphaba had stayed back to make sure the lion cub was okay out there in the wild... at least help it calm down properly. And calm her own racing thoughts. And, for the most part, it was working. But, when a large rectangle that appeared to be made of some sort of strange-colored water opened up and a woman walked through, her eyes widened in confusion and perhaps alarm. Not because she thought this woman would hurt her, no... no, it was because that kind of magic was kind of unheard of. Perhaps with the Grimmerie, but without that, good luck.

"That's - that's not possible," escaped her lips before she could help herself.

[inkdreamt]

Elphaba hesitated for a moment as she heard her speak. "There's nothing dreadful about you, Beth."

Of course, there was also the question that she didn't think would do Beth any good to hear. Whether or not a gargoyle could even have a child. Gargoyles were stone, after all, and the whole body changing as the baby grew was... not exactly something stone was known for.

She turned her hand around to squeeze Beth's gently. "Besides... the Grimmerie takes things extremely literally. And I can barely read it as is. It wouldn't want to risk doing a spell on you unless I was absolutely sure of what it would do." It wasn't necessarily a no. But it would require a lot of study in the Grimmerie, could take years for her to understand it to the point that she would feel safe enough doing a spell on someone she cared for. Not if it wasn't Grimmerie or death.

There was another option. There was always another option. They could look into leaving Oz, like the talking animals that Doctor Dillamond spoke to what felt like lifetimes ago. But would she ever forgive herself if she left the animals like that after starting this war?

Nervous digits twitch, stroking through locks of void,

“ …Correct…

I wish we could have a simpler life. Do not take this as me giving up, nyet — I just…wish people could open their fucking eyes for once and see that we are not the ‘wicked witch of the west and her dreadful gargoyle’ . Why must they be so daft? So inconsiderate, so blind…I yearn for our happy ending, yet it feels so far away. “

A stray hand grasps Elphaba’s, resting it upon Beth’s own belly,

“ Perhaps I truly am lost in visions of grandeur…to birth a child here would be inhumane. You are right…I apologize. “

Her body deflates in disappointment, some light fading from optimistic eyes upon taking in the true reality of the situation.

“ …This world is cold and unjust. “

A hushed murmur, syllables broken and disheartened toward life.

[ichiwashername-o]

I have drawn many, many stupid things in my time.

But this has to take the cake.

Happy New Years, y'all, have the absolute worst thing I've ever done.

[melpomeneprose]

// i don't have to say it, do i? @avinkusprince

[multiversalentities]

“How kind of you to let me have a free one. It’s not everyday that a person such as yourself is that kind and generous.” She says as she looks at him as if telling him she got what he was trying to do. Elphaba hadn’t had the best of luck in these types of situations, but this was different. Intentional, she thought.

“However, I am willing to accept my responsibility of getting a free one from you.” She says as she looks at him with a slight head nod.

Elphaba looks over at Fiyero and she rolls her eyes at his words. She was just the awkward girl that watched everyone get their attention from Fiyero and move on. Something she knew she wasn’t ready for and YET here she was and he saw her.

“You’re not all kissed out?! That’s surprising considering everyone here is practically fawning over you.”

[s0mewhereweaknessis0urstrength]

Okay, is it just me or is Challengers a non-musical, non-fantasy version of Wicked?

[cloudybrews]

(For Elphaba) You mind telling me where I am and why do people fear you?-Cal

She was not use to others actually talking to her. It felt odd. " Welcome to Shiz, its collage, in Oz" she said softly studying the other. She sighed closed her book . " Either because I'm green, or fact I.. have powers" she paused for moment frown on her lips. She was waiting for the asking about her skin. But it was nice not to have that. Not have someone be scared of her. " It's not like I hurt any of them, I was born green, and strange stuff happens to be, that makes me.... different"

[foulrests]

who's afraid of little of me is such an elphaba song.

[lovefeastarc]

WI.CKED WAS SO GOOD Y'ALL I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEADING FOR PART TWO TO COME OUT SOONER

[inkdreamt]

@fairgrace, from Elphaba.

Did she seriously hear Madame Morrible right? Did she really plan to write to the Wizard about her? That she could be Grand Vizier one day? After so long of being the person everyone assumed the worst of based on the color of her skin, Elphaba was inclined to believe it was empty words. But... Madame Morrible had never treated her that way. Surely, she owed the woman at least a shot at making good on her word.

So engrossed in her thoughts, Elphaba didn't notice the ebony-haired woman approaching until it was almost too late. She stopped short a moment before running into her. "Sorry, sorry." There, it was coming, no doubt. Here comes all the insanity that came with people seeing her green skin for the first time. Everyone had something to say about it.

[inkdreamt]

Elphaba allowed a small smile to form on her features as she heard her speak. "What happened back then... it wasn't your fault. You were trying to help those that couldn't help themselves. You're allowed to forgive yourself." Oh, hark who was talking. Elphaba knew that her father had a good reason for hating her, and she certainly hadn't forgiven herself for being the reason her mother never woke up and Nessa's legs weren't strong enough to hold her. But she was functioning even with the guilt. Beth was... crumbling.

Her eyes looked around when the lights around them darkened, surprised the wings had encompassed them. "The only one that can decide if you're worth it or not is you. Not me, not the masses. You."

Oh, Beth was a goner.

The feather light touch hypnotized the gargoyle, her head beginning to subconsciously tilt in order to meet the full touch of Elphaba’s palm. Wide eyes soften before coming to a close, basking in the gentleness and compliments — perhaps this was what they were both missing out on for so long.

“ You feel like a cloud…so soft, so delicate. I could rest in your arms for an eternity if you would have me… “

A hushed whisper, her body moving to coil around the witch now — and just as she claimed, protectively. Wings crack away from the defensive furl to wrap around the both of them, creating a snuggle ball.

[aparticularbandit]

Still turning Wicked around in my head.

Rotating it in the tumbler.

Debating writing something with it but like. Not quite there.

There's a couple of moments that scream to me.

Not sure my grasp of the characters is strong enough and like it....

It's Wicked, with its huge fandom, and it's....

I want to make sure I have the grasp on the characters I want before getting into it.

[imperishable-prayers]

"Eehh?? Nhueat ytten fer luohmond auf fwehob phuodos?! Hoht Fhockits?? Isshtan Ramen?! Ahd khaannoet ytten yhell nhueat nokebo auf fwehob fer! Djuu'haest tehh leuppos'hast tut tett u tysho auf haeuw?? (Eehh?? What even are some of these foods?! Hot Pockets?! Instant Ramen?! I can't even tell what one of these are! Is it supposed to be a type of stew??)" She's very out of touch with foods.

[melpomeneprose]

And of the Witch? In the life of a Witch, there is no "after", in the "ever after" of a Witch there is no "happily"; in the story of a Witch, there is no afterword. Of that part that is beyond the life story, beyond the story of the life, there is-alas, or perhaps thank mercy-no telling. She was dead, dead, and gone, and all that was left of her was the carapace of her reputation for malice. — Wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the west, 1995, by Gregory Maguire

[wr1tten]

@slashaer asked : we  can  celebrate  the  good  that  we've  done  .  

they  had  stolen  off  through  the  woods  after  the  show  glinda  made  of  her  death.  that  naive  child  left  thinking  she  finished  off  the  wicked  witch  of  the  west  with  a  bit  of  rain  water.  the  simple  thought  made  her  want  to  cackle.  the  poppy  field  was  probably  not  the  safest  spot  to  allow  feldspur  a  break  —  but  the  guards  were  no  longer  surveying  the  area.  any  passerby  would  see  a  scarecrow  and  a  figure  cloaked  in  black.  not  worthy  of  reporting  to  any  wanting  gossip.  elphaba  had  shifted  down  to  pluck  a  singular  poppy,  ❝ the  good  that  everyone  believes  was  wickedness. ❞  she  muttered ;   because  after  all,  what  did  she  accomplish?  yes,  the  wizard  was  gone,   madame  morrible  apprehended,  the  animals  safe   —  the  final  product  brought  by  glinda  the  good.  

elphaba  lifted  up,  reaching  for  the  green  lapel  of  his  uniform,  tucking  the  flower  snuggly  beside  his  heart.  he  must  have  one   [  …  ]  maybe  she  held  it  for  him.  the  give  of  the  straw  beneath  her  palm  broke  her  stoic  features.  lower  lip  cowered,   her  eyes  blurring  as  she  tried  to  hold  back  the  tears,  ❝ those  good  deeds …  look  who  gets  punished  for  them. ❞  she  shook  her  head,  swallowing  roughly,  ❝ you  shouldn’t—  i’m  sorry— ❞  it  was  irreversible.  the  grimmerie  kept  him  alive …  but  did  he  resent  her  for  this  new  form?  this  complicated  way  of  life?  

[cloudybrews]

🌨-Cal and Elphaba

Elphaba hand hit the cold snow with such intereset. " I never really snow before" she admitted, it was warm in Oz, but she did hear about snow. She let out laugh as she felt the snow touch her hand. " It's Beautiful, have you seen something like this before" she asked the other.