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[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

my opinion on;

character in general: Elphaba Thropp. Need I say more?how they play them: Perfect. There is no other way to describe it. Her portrayal is perfect.the mun: A loser n I hate her. (No I love her, she’s beautiful and lovely.) 

do i;

follow them: Obviously.rp with them: Like all the time ha.want to rp with them: Never want to stop.ship their character with mine: To infinity and beyond.

what is my;

    Loneliness was her hiding place, the same way her shack was. It was more of a cave, if described with complete honesty. Made with wood and covered with ivy, moss and mud, it was perfectly disguised in the depths of the forest, except for the small dirt path that only became obvious if you really knew it was there. Cordelia had lived all her life in the shadows, trying to enjoy the solitude she had been forced to live in.

    A witch. She wondered when she would actually do something but selling love potions to the desperate women from the villages nearby. It was a living, but she wanted more. She wanted to live a normal life, but at the same time she wanted to become like her mother had been. Oh, that old hag. She was able to do wonders, she owned the souls of the villagers without them knowing it. But I? I’m just a pretender. I’m just the witch’s daughter, the girl who made the potions while she got the credit, the one that goes to the town in disguise to buy ingredients and food to live.

    She turned, not even the animal that observed her from a shelf was enough sometimes to cope with the loneliness. “Oh, Mortimer.” she sighed, taking him in her arms and petting the animal before opening the wooden door. “Go outside, I don’t want your fur in my potions. And a visitor will be coming in a while, I think she doesn’t really like animals.”

    And with that, she left the black cat on the ground, watching him disappear between the trees. She looked up, the sky dark. “Oz, you strange land... Stop trying to turn the forest into a swamp.”

send me 00:00:00 for my muse’s reaction to finding out they’re soulmates!

At first, it seemed like a mistake. Fiyero imagined lots of people felt like that- that this sensation of disbelief was common and mundane. He imagined this to try and quell the horrible dread which felt not at all common or mundane. 

Then he thought that it might be some fever dream; surely he was in bed with a cool cloth over his eyes and his worried mother by his side instead of having the enormous embarrassment of being introduced to his soulmate in front of all his new friends. 

They were only days into their first semester at Shiz. Crope had insisted that Fiyero come meet his companions, fight though Fiyero did, worried about the numbers ticking down one after another on his arm. 

Maybe Elphaba didn’t notice. Maybe she didn’t see it, or maybe she didn’t care, or maybe he’d be cross. 

Oh, did it have to be her? 

He pulled his sleeve down in an attempt to cover the awful truth.

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