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Glinda's thought process: Elphie, Elphie, Elphie.

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were the brown eyes and blonde(r) hair really necessary to save him, elphaba?

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Scarecrow Glinda 🌾 🫧

NO NOT THAT SCARECROW… this is very much closer to canon. It’s my final addition to the lil series where I dressed Glinda in Fiyero’s clothes ✨ Figured why not let her have all renditions of the outfit?

@into-fiction just posted their own precious version of crowlinda here go give it a look please please please! She’s so bby 🥺

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different Glindas defending Elphaba belike:

I... got bored (credits to the template from pinterest)

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hi wicked fandom is this anything

i don’t know why i wanted to refer to nessa and boq as toxic yuri but it felt right, they’re yuri to me

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All of your art is so beautiful, the hurt/comfort ones are definitely my favorite. You capture them both so so well <3

Thank you so much! These kiddos go through so. Much. I genuinely don’t know how they endure it sometimes. They’re stronger than me for real :(

Enjoy some more of this angst with some Thank Goodness reflections~

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a transformation

for @sirazaroff

inspired by all the great art of fooze's au where glinda becomes the scarecrow! just a lil snippet i was playing around with.

TW: fairly intense gore/body horror warning!

She knows she’s dying. She knows this from the way her heart is sluggish and slow, the way her breath is leaking out in wet, whimpering bubbles. She’s freezing cold, spots looming at the edge of her vision. The cornfield tilts sideways above her. A dark smear of twilight clouds coats the sky. Is she falling? The sky wasn’t always above her. 

Glinda blinks and a shadow flits overhead. She blinks, and she feels the wetness of her uniform as something presses it closer to her skin. Her limbs aren’t working. One arm---she can’t tell which---has gone stiff at the elbow, bent backward at an impossible angle. Her mouth tastes like metal and dirt. Her lips are torn, blood pouring past them as she coughs. 

There’s noise somewhere. Something rustles. Something moves. Glinda doesn’t remember closing her eyes, but for a moment, there’s nothing but blackness and cold. Just a moment. 

Then, abruptly, there comes heat. And Glinda’s world explodes in pain. 

It ignites in her chest first, and she thinks---foolishly---that maybe Elphaba is here, that maybe she’s done something, some spell, some balm, some miracle. But this is not a balm. This is fire. She’s being burned, boiled, shredded apart. Her very cells are being split and shattered, her skin is stretched, her organs are ripped, her heart is being physically torn to pieces. 

Her bones scream. She feels them scream-- feels them crack, liquify, then stiffen again. Her veins turn to wire. Her skin tears apart like wet canvas, then snaps back, hardening and softening and breaking at the seams as fibers push through her body. Her vision white-outs, then floods red, then nothing at all but pain. 

Not a pain that can be named. Not “hurting.” Not “cutting.” Not even the word “pain” fits anymore. It is too much. Too large for language. It is what’s left when language is stripped away-- when all thought is burned from the body. This is agony, pure and simple. An excruciating torture that twists and churns. 

Her mind is too overwhelmed to name the sensations, but one of them she’ll label later on. It’s needles. Needles and thread. Real, raw, coarse threads ripping their way up through her flesh. Jabbing out along the lines of her wounds, bursting from her skin like splinters, wrapping through her intestines, threading into muscle, into bone. Stitching her together. A slow unmaking. Her body betraying her, devouring itself.

Her fingers burst open. Straw blossoms from her palms like yellow flowers. Her lungs are stretching, tearing, warping. Glinda screams and screams until she chokes on dust as her throat fills with straw and she forgets how to scream at all. 

She cannot breathe. She cannot speak. Her body is no longer blood and bone. Her joints grind unnaturally, bent like hinges. Her eyes ache in their sockets, vision too sharp and too distant all at once. Her skin is a sack. Her brain is a cage.  

Glinda’s eyes are the last thing to change. They look down, just once, watching as her legs knit themselves back together into soft, jointless things. Her vision washes out the colors of the world, her depth perception vanishing until she feels like the very sky may consume her. Her tears evaporate before they fall.

But the pain remains.

And Glinda---no longer human, no longer living, no longer with a consciousness to fade from---is left to endure every second of it.

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Idina and Kristin talking about "For Good" in the Wicked20 Vulture interview 👀

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i got my hands on the vanity magazine with cynthia and ariana and OH MY GOD KRISTIN YOU ARE NOT HELPING THE ALLEGATIONS

haven't read the whole thing yet but if this is just one quote, i know the rest is going to be insane

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I’m gonna be sick to my stomach

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together we’re, unlimited 🫧

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Saw this For Good lyric book preview on twitter and omg going fucking insane we are so cooked come November chat

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"Hold out, if you can," she murmured, and kissed her again. "Hold out, my sweet."

Wouldn't be pride month without a drawing of them <3

[ID: a digital drawing of Glinda and Elphaba from the book Wicked kissing. Glinda is leaning out of a carriage and Elphaba is holding her face in both hands. Elphaba is a woman with green skin and straight black hair wearing a brown jacket and a gray scarf over her head. Glinda is a white woman with blonde curly hair wearing a green dress. A single tear is rolling down her cheek. The drawing has a greenish overtone and the Emerald City is visible in the background. end ID]

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so @c-rose2081 made this AMAZING ART for me, featuring one of my favorite things of all time- a bath scene! *squeeee*

technically inspired by the scene in 'after all this time'

BUT- my newest one shot also has a similar scene to this image if you want to check that out too~

it's called 'a taste of trouble' and is frankly one of the sillier ideas i've written into a fic but oh well-- sick glinda and tub cuddles!!

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Butch Glinda?

Hell yeah butch Glinda!!!

I ended up liking this smol one a little bit more than I expected, so yep here u go

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Can you please do more baby gelphie headcanons ?!

i mean- if you insist lol

glinda loves coloring and arts and crafts. elphie isn't big on coloring, but she's surprisingly handy good at crafts

glinda once tried to dye herself pink using berry juice. it left her with pink streaks in her hair for weeks. her mother was furious

(but glinda secretly loved it)

elphie has a diary. the whole summer long her entries are all about glinda

glinda has no concept of boundaries. or physics. if she wants to hug elphie, she will be hugging elphie

glinda is terrified of bugs. they spend most of their playtime outside. ...in the woods.

glinda cant spell elphie's name, so she just writes an 'E' with a lot of hearts after

elphie is a super neat child. glinda is....less so

elphie has a habit of talking to the trees, telling them about her day. its not until glinda comes along that she has someone to actually talk with

elphie has one of those great memories that can randomly quote a whole book passage or know exactly what glinda was wearing two weeks ago

glinda makes friends with everything. and everything has a name. incl her bed. and her lamp. and her pens.

glinda loves a good matchy matchy set. being mismatched makes her itchy. her one exception? wearing something green

glinda is a messy, wiggly, sprawled out sleeper as a kid (this will change as she grows older). elphie sleeps like a log- silent, still, and deep (this will also change)