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harlivy artfight attack (designs by @jamjoob !!)

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I'm on artfight!

Prioritising mutuals as I have work n uni sorry 🙏

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I couldn't help thinking about all of you gelphie fans when the new trailer dropped! Sorry I took so long

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are you planning to draw more dc stuff?! :D

U must be very very new here lmao (welcome welcome)

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@crowwkui 's butch Bruce Wayne 😋

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Museum plans between the architect & historian

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Because I knew you

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will you ever draw batcat again 😮

One day I'll draw @crowwkui 's Yuri batcat ☝️☝️

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Hi!

just found you and wanted to say that your art is super sick

I adore the colours the shaping

like it’s genuinely so so good :)

(p.s love your pocoyo banner and pfp)

THANK UUUUUU

Everyone loves the little Filipino boy (headcanon)

shapes n colours 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Hi! I just wanted to pop by and say how much I love your Gelphie artwork, like help??? The attrition ones are just *chefs kiss*

I'm so glad u like em AND Attrition!!!!!

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i’m not sure what your opinion is on joker but have you ever drawn him before? i’m super interested in how you would design him (your harley and ivy are the default in my head now)

THE DEFAULT WOAAA THANK UUUU ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 I did this joker back in 2022, but theres a different idea in my head I just need to draw it

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Out of curiosity have you watched batman of shanghai?

YESSSSSSS it rewired my brain & one of my fav batman designs & has banger designs in general

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I know in your faq it says icons are okay with credit, but would the same go for headers? ^__^ I just want to be super duper sure!

YUP that's fine! Thank uuu

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As long as you're mine

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after attrition wedding, how do you think the girls spent their night once everyone went home? and their morning after? did they have a honeymoon? i just love them so much i hope they’re happy always

Little ficlet for you, anon! I've missed these idiots. Happy pride.

“Don’t tell me you’re asleep already.”

“I’m not asleep.” Elphaba cracked her good eye open, and smiled at Glinda. “I was waiting for you.”

Glinda laughed as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her and muting the soft chatter that still drifted from down the hall. Elphaba was sprawled on the bed—in the middle of it, mind you, so there was barely any space for Glinda.

But Glinda had just gotten married—in a way that actually mattered!—and she was feeling generous. More importantly, she was feeling cheeky. She pitched her voice down to imitate Elphie’s. “‘I was waiting for you—’?” 

Elphaba laughed, but made no real attempt to move. “I was waiting for you, wife.”

“Clearly not.” Glinda smiled, standing by the foot of the bed. “Since you’re hogging the entire mattress, including my side.”

“What’s yours is mine now,” Elphaba said airily. “Or something.”

“Move.”

“Mmm, I could.” Elphaba still made no effort to. “Or you could just let me hold you.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” Glinda was already climbing in beside her, happily breathing in the familiar scent of earthy oil clinging to Elphaba’s skin. She, like Glinda, was dressed for bed, but Glinda still saw her in white—as she’d looked earlier that day, brilliant and newly hers.

“You didn’t wash your hair,” Elphaba commented, her arms already winding around Glinda.

“Would’ve taken too long to dry,” Glinda mumbled. She waved a hand behind her, spelling the lights off, and nuzzled into the curve of Elphaba’s neck. “And then I couldn’t have done this.”

Elphaba chuckled, resting her chin atop Glinda’s head. “Much appreciated.”

“Anything for my wife.” Glinda giggled, light and girlish, and beamed when Elphaba joined in. “Are you tired, darling?”

“Exhausted.” Elphaba yawned. “Dinner went on too long. I warned you. And letting everyone make speeches? Mistake. I’m pretty sure Crope’s alone was an hour long.”

“He had a lot to say because he’s our dear friend and he loves us.”

“He could’ve skipped the bit about me crashing into his window last year.” Elphaba sniffed, her hands drawing patterns on Glinda’s back. “Quite embarrassing, and added unnecessary padding.”

“I loved to be reminded of that. I’d forgotten.” 

“Let it be forgotten again.” Elphaba gave her a gentle squeeze. “Right along with all the inappropriate wedding gifts he gave us.”

Glinda chuckled against her shoulder. “I’d have thought you’d be excited about those. I truly expected to come back from my bath to find you arranging—”

“I would never,” said Elphaba. 

“What? Are you too tired to consummate our marriage?”

“Who said anything about too tired?” Elphaba scoffed, but another yawn ruined the intended grave effect. “Besides, we have guests in the house.”

“Oh, now you care about propriety? Truly, Elphie, marriage has changed you.”

Elphaba’s laughter rumbled through her chest, comforting and familiar beneath Glinda’s cheek. “I guess you’ve rubbed off on me.”

“Mmm. Pity. Call it intellectual curiosity more than anything else, but I was hoping to test that—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Elphaba interrupted, placing a hand over Glinda’s mouth. “We’re respectable now. Married. What will people think if you go around saying such filthy things?”

Glinda licked her palm.

“Wife,” Elphaba said, offended.

“Wife,” Glinda echoed sweetly.

They settled again, the laughter winding down into a comfortable quiet, interrupted only by the distant clatter of someone washing dishes in the kitchen and a dog barking outside. In the darkness, their room felt like a retreat from it all, lit only by the faint gleam of moonlight through the curtains.

After a beat, Elphaba said softly, “It’s strange having the house so full.”

“It is,” Glinda agreed. “Nice, though.”

“Very. And a little overwhelming.”

“And fleeting,” Glinda added, her fingertips tracing idle circles on Elphaba’s collarbone. “They’ll all be gone in a few days. And speaking of the two of us being alone—have you given any thought to our honeymoon?”

Elphaba grimaced, and though Glinda didn’t see it she felt it in her voice. “Oh, are we supposed to have one of those?”

Glinda pinched her side, earning another low laugh. “Elphaba Thropp-Upland, do not play coy with me. You promised me a getaway.”

“I recall promising something more along the lines of a ‘remote place where we won’t have to speak to anyone but each other.’”

“Precisely. Paradise. So? Have you any preferences? The mountains? Lakeside?”

“Nowhere. We have cows to milk.”

“Such a romantic, Elphie. Ha ha. We pay people for that. Now tell me—where would you like to go?”

“Take me wherever you want,” Elphaba mumbled. “No water nearby, if possible.”

“Mountains it is, then.” 

“Mountains, really? Out of all the places in Oz, you want to go to the mountainside? In spring? We’ll swelter.”

“Oh, Elphie. I married you, didn’t I? Clearly, I enjoy making questionable decisions.”

She could already see it in her mind: a cozy cabin tucked away in the northern peaks, the hush of wind through pine trees. No ledgers to take care of and no rumble of machines—Glinda loved the efficiency of them, but even she had to admit sometimes it was too too.

And, more importantly, a chance to kiss Elphaba somewhere no one had ever seen them before. The image made her smile. 

“Fine, mountains,” Elphaba said. “But only for a few days. There’s still work to be done here and I don’t trust anyone to man the operation as well as we do.”

“We will not have a honeymoon that lasts ‘only a few days.’ What is wrong with you? A month at least.”

“A month? We’ll go bankrupt. What will I do? You own my assets now.”

“You own mine. You never had any assets to begin with.” Glinda sighed. “I married below my station. The horror.”

Elphaba gave a snort. “And yet, somehow, you seem happier than ever. Curious.”

“Blissfully so,” Glinda whispered, and drew her wife into a slow, tender kiss. “I love you, darling. Quite tremendously. You spoke very beautiful words earlier, I didn’t tell you how touching they were.”

“You didn’t have to,” Elphaba said. “I mean, you did cry.”

Glinda smacked her shoulder. “Perhaps this whole wedding was a mistake. You get on my nerves far too much.”

“Give me another kiss, my sweet.”

Glinda obliged, obviously.

“You did beautifully, by the by,” Elphaba whispered to her, as if the words would escape this small space between them. “With the wedding, I mean. The venue and the arrangements. I know it was hard, but you outdid yourself.”

Softness unfurled inside Glinda. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t known Elphaba liked their wedding as much as she did, but hearing it out loud made her feel like she was going to cry. She had thought she was done crying for the day, but apparently not.

For her own sake, she decided to go back to teasing. “All that effort, only for you to grow tired of me in a month.”

“A month?” Elphaba chuckled. “Have some faith in my commitment. I give us at least two months before our inevitable scandalous divorce.”

Glinda laughed with her. “Divorce is terribly impractical. So much paperwork.”

“Then we’re stuck with each other?”

“Forever, I’m afraid.”

“How terrible.” 

Elphaba hooked a finger under Glinda’s chin and tilted her up into another kiss—slower, sweeter this time, the kind that lingered. Glinda melted into it, into her, letting her fingers curl at Elphaba’s collar. The night outside pressed quietly against the windows, and the two of them had all the time in the world.

When they parted, Glinda gave a satisfied little sigh and tucked herself closer, her cheek resting over Elphaba’s heart. Sleep was coming now, inevitable and gentle. The bed was warm. Elphaba was warmer.

She reached for her wife’s hand, her thumb brushing over the ridges of Elphaba’s wedding band. The metal was warm. It felt like a map beneath her touch—one she knew by heart, one she’d follow anywhere.

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Gelphie dump

First pose ref from @/turtle_brownie on twitter!!