Why I Am A Hindu

Arjun: *clenching his fists* Fight me!

Krishna, standing behind him, sudarshan chakra in hand: *mouthes* Do not.

[On the phone] Elphaba: Glinda, I'm breaking up- Glinda: I'm pregnant! Elphaba: I meant the call. Glinda: Oh, thank goodness. Right. Sorry.

tw: self harm scars

idk, something that's been rattling around in my brain since an anon asked about it. i never could find a full scene to fit it into but oh well.

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Elphaba brushes a thumb over the scars, the catch of her nails against the rough, raised skin sending shivers down Galinda's spine. She holds her breath on instinct, anxiety tangling in her chest in a way that makes it hard to fill her lungs with air.

"You know," Elphaba starts, eyes still tracing the lines on Galinda's fair skin. "In some ancient Ozian cultures, scars were seen as a badge of honor. A signal to everyone else that the bearer was strong enough to survive something that could've killed them."

Elphaba glances up, her emerald eyes shining as the corners of her lips tilt into the gentlest of smiles. She keeps her gaze locked on Galinda's as she lowers her head to press her lips to the marks.

"I don't think you're disgusting, Galinda," Elphaba whispers, crawling back up the blonde's body to press another kiss to her lips. "I think you're a survivor."

I love your headcanons!! do you have anymore for these sweet girls 🥹 if not can you just do some for glinda/galinda?

Oh gosh, I've done so many gelphie headcanons I can barely remember them, so I'll take the easy way out and just do Glinda lol.

First set of glinda headcanons found here.

General

she's clumsy, not in a 'trips often' way, but in a 'bumps into the corners of tables enough times to have a permanent bruise on her side' way

also: her hand-eye coordination is shit

she tries hard to be timely and organized but forgets the little things like drinking water and eating meals

she's also easily distracted in a 'elphie holds her hand so she doesn't go darting off in crowded places' way

she's not big on exercising bc she hates sweating

her parents believed in corporeal punishment

she's scared of needles (hence her ears not being pierced)

she color codes everything

she's a bit touch starved

she loves the snow

she's a visual learner - verbal instructions go in one ear and out the other

she's really good at mimicry/impressions

she's a poor sleeper

she's terrible at navigation

if there were other languages in oz, she'd be very gifted at learning them

she's always been insecure which is part of why she relies on validation from others so much

AuDHD Galinda

she was a "late bloomer" in many ways as a toddler. her mom homeschooled her so she wouldn't stand out amongst her peers

she was a very quiet child

she rehearses conversations with herself

she learned pretty quickly how to stim in 'socially acceptable' ways

she's sensitive to texture & clothing, part of why her uniform is custom

she gets lost in conversation easily, esp if there's background noise

she became obsessed with learning all the "rules" for fitting in

she has echolalia (mostly internal, but occasionally out loud)

when she feels herself slipping in class, she'll pinch herself hard to give her brain something to focus on

sometimes the adhd part of her brain that leaves things messy or is impulsive or has time blindness conflicts with the autistic part of her brain that likes things organized and structured and planned and it's exhausting

she has rejection sensitive dysphoria!!

she feels really strongly about the idea of someone else feeling disappointed or let down

she doesn't have a strong sense of self

she has no idea what masking is. truly. no clue she's doing it

props for possibly my fav comment on AO3 ever

"If you are so committed to being perfectly lawful that you can not see the value of breaking a law to defend yourself or others, then you are not good. You are obedient."

---- Krishna to Arjuna (at some point probably)

Does anyone have any good marauders fanfic recs? I'm trynna find some with desi James, but just any recs are good with me.

“Elphie, Elphie wake up.”

“What is it?”

“I’m gay.”

“So am I, now what?”

“Wait what?”

“Go to sleep,”

“I’m not going to sleep after you just came out to me!”

“No? Well, I am.”

Elphaba: Glinda, please keep an eye on Fiyero today. He's going to say something to the wrong person and get himself punched. Glinda: Sure, I'd love to see Fiyero get punched. Elphaba: Try again. Glinda, sighing: I will stop Fiyero from getting punched.

Okay now imagine desi James Potter but he’s a Kathak or Bharatnatyam dancer.