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Of Emeralds and Trumpeter Swans

FINALLY managed to produce a cover that I’m happy with omg. The turmoil, ya’ll. The. TURMOIL this project has been. But I do like the end result, be sure to let me know what you think :3

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there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "neurodivergent" and one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "sexual content." i do not like either of them

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T4T jayvik my beloved

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Art by "@Paiges_of_Art on Twitter

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the aika makeship campaign is live for 21 days!!! if you didn’t get to preorder, and want one, now’s your chance!

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Remember, everyone, we still have a system in place and the Constitution still exists. We are not in a full dictatorship, yet. We can not give in to despair at every single thing this new administration does, because those checks still exist.

And until they don't - and that's a big if - we must keep our heads about us. Do not panic. Do not fall into apathy. Do not do anything irreversible.

The system will not save us, but it can protect us from the worst possible outcome for now.

And we will continue to fight even once it can't or won't.

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS MEAN EVERYTHING

a/n - I was really on something today. starting a series and also giving you both povs at once???

enjoy!!

The moment I saw her, I knew we would not get along.

It was instantaneous, irrational and something I couldn't explain. It wasn't as though I hated her, but something about her chewed on every nerve. It was as if some higher being had gathered everything I despised and sent it down in a pink cloud, just to add on to the burden of already being different.

I tried to trace back to the root of this unexplained dislike. She was charming, admirable. Everything about her seemed designed to draw you in, making it impossible not to gravitate towards her.

The way she glided rather than walked, the way her curls were in the perfect c spiral and how the sun seemed to favour her, casting its glow on her like a spotlight.

But despite having a list of reasons why I should like her or want to be her friend, something about her didn't feel right. It wasn't like I was suspicious of her because every word she spoke was followed by laughter from the crowd, or because people immediately fawned over her—but because beneath it all, it was how superficial it all was.

I could see past it. The slight cracks in the facade as if she was trying so hard to conceal something. That's what made me not like her, the loss of identity and if i watched her long enough, that polished exterior wouldn't be able to hold her true self in. That was the first root of the tree that grew my dislike for her. She is playing a game to cover up her flaws and behind all of it is someone, who like me, had parts they wanted to hide.

I tried to brush it off, dismissing myself from bringing it up again. “I am looking too much into it, like I always do. It didn't matter because we wouldn't even interact” But then a rhythmic knock boomed on the door.

Who was it?

It wasn't like anyone wanted to see me, Nessa left me to start her “new life”. I stayed silent hoping that whoevers outside realised they stopped by the wrong door. Mostly because I was too tired for the whole dramatic gasp and awkward walk that people would do when they saw me as if I was an eyesore? It never made sense to me why they did that. I was drawn out of my thoughts when the soft click of the door handle echoed through the dust filled room. I didn't know they were that persistent to come in. The door creaked open still made it unclear who it was. Suddenly the door widened and there she was.

Glinda.

A pink satchel with subtle flowers marked in it at her side. Behind her stood an army of girls, each one holding a pink trunk adorned with the letter G, encrusted with sparkling diamonds that caught the light as they moved. I should've expected it was her behind the door, the moment it creaked open I noticed the scent of entitlement and florals bathed in honey oozed from it.

“Oh!” she said mid step “You're my roommate?” She asked as if I would be willingly in a sitting room and bed that is not mine. She stared at me then a smile that was rehearsed-like formed on her lips. The kind of smile you give to someone to invite them to be your friend but only to have them follow you around.

“Looks like you've already claimed your side of the room” Her voice is playful but sharp. She waltzes into the dorm with her heels thudding beneath her, throwing out a list of order where her things should be placed. The girls flooded each area of the room, taking over my side of the dorm placing her things. Every passing moment the room became more pink but my eyes were fixed on her, trying my best to make sense of the situation and possibility that the one person I was trying to avoid, let alone share a room with, was my new roommate. Unnoticed, I realised I was staring at her every move. It would be seen as glaring from any other point of view but I couldn't shake off the absolute coincidence.

Glinda turned around to face me with her eyes roving around my side of the room. Our eyes finally met and she tilted her head “Where are your things?” She says raising her eyebrows “It was a last minute decision to come here” I said lowly She laughed softly “I hate doing things last minute, it's not built for me personally, I prepare years in advance” Her words were followed by a slight chuckle as if she found her perfection amusing.

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence.

“Not much of a talker, huh?” She turned away from me to walk towards the balcony opening the door. “Don't worry, I don't know how I am able to even function in such a dull stuffy room too”. Cold air gushed in replacing the old one. Maybe she was right. I did feel as though I wasn't suffocating anymore. She leaned against the frame with her eyes glancing back at me. Averting my eyes elsewhere, I could feel her eyes burning into my side, thinking of another one of her impossible questions to throw at me. Maybe if i ignored her long enough, she would give up but the more i avoided her eye contact and stayed silent made her see me more as something to poke at. Maybe it was my lack of interest that bothered her or that she finally understood what not being the centre of centre felt like. I don't know. I felt bad that I made the atmosphere so thick with tension but I tried my best to not answer back, to not let my irritant leak through my words. Suddenly the words “Do you think this is fair” seeped from my lips.

“What’s fair?” She looked at me with an expression that was unreadable.

I motioned to the trunks that sat beside my feet, “You hijacking my side of the room to fit your things”

Her lips quivered into a smirk like she was enjoying the thrill of getting under my skin, that I was finally talking to her. And that's what I did. I fell into the trap that I didn't want to be in the first place. “You don't have things?”

I wasn't normally the type to have verbal altercations. Something inside me was triggered to the point I didn't want to hold back.

“So? This is a shared space, not yours alone”

“Move it then” She shot back, crossing her arms, as if she was daring me.

“Why would I move your things” annoyance danced in my words.

“Well it's only me with the things here? It's not my fault that you came unprepared. Why should i make space for things that aren't here?”

My eyebrows furrowed. One because I didn't understand her question and secondly because she really just asked me why she should make space for others? I tried making sense of her logic or reasoning and there wasn't. There was something about the way she spoke, out of everything she hid she didn't try to hide her entitlement to everything that was around her. Her friends, the room, the space. It simmered my blood. I wasn't prepared for this. For her.

“It's nothing to do with being unprepared, you're just too excessive-” She stopped me before letting me get my point across. “Stop!” SIlence loomed through the air. “I don't like being spoken to like that” I couldn't believe that's what she wanted to say out of all things. Glinda the God-send angel gets sad when people treats her like how she treats people. I would have laughed at that very moment but I had to keep it in. “Then stop speaking to me like I owe you the space”

Silence fell between us both.

She let out a soft hum. “Fine. Have your space. But don't expect me to make this easy for you” She stormed out with her chin held high and slamming the door behind her. I stared at the door playing out the scenes that just happened in my head and each time, her final words made a smile creep on my face. Glinda threatened to make my life hard. This was going to be a long year with this princess.

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR READINGGG! ALONGSIDE THESE SERIES I WOULD DO MINI ONESHOTS. SEND UR RECS IF U WANT SOMETHING WRITTEN!!!

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Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking💚🩷

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Edit: I tried fixing elphaba's braids :))

Reference/inspo:

Gelphie Part 2/3 Inspired by the music video "Casual" By Chapel Roan

Defying heterosexuality 💚

A little study on lighting, so yeah, u can still see the sketches..this is not also meant to be sexual!! It's more on doomed yuri whatever💔 its more worse💔 also I failed miserably with Elphabottom's micro braids and it looked like straight hair. I'm still learning how to render braids in my own artstyle cuz i have a different way of shading hairs.

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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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wip !! :D

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Sketching one of my space gremlins again.

Celeanos, The Worldkiller. Finally get to see her in action in Chapter 35.

Her walk-on song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6HRnAZhj0KTqQ4TTzPkENH?si=1dab382052ce4764

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The girlssss 💖🥹

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Was listening to the Sweeney Todd revival album when I remembered Todd also calls Mrs. Lovett "my sweet"... so I had to quickly draw a Sweeney Todd AU for gelphie

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just a quick doodle of the gals 🥹