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Attrition

This story by @festivating will change ur life

Her intrusive thought won

Thinking about how Glinda never really hated that hat. She actually really loved it. It was dear to her. Her granny made it for her and probably played pretend with her, making Glinda’s dreams of becoming a sorceress come true. Glinda was just embarrassed when Pfannee and Shen Shen found it, so she pretended to hate it.

Maybe when she said she didn’t hate anyone that much to give it away, she really meant she didn’t love anyone that much— she didn’t trust anyone to understand how she could love a hat so hideous.

Maybe she knew Elphaba would understand. Maybe she knew Elphaba would take care of it.

And maybe Elphaba proved her right. And now, Glinda gets to admire as the most fearless person she has ever met cherishes her hat as dearly as she did.

Do you guys think when Fiyero told Elphaba he ate grass as a child, he was saying that to make light out of the awkward situation they were in or did he actually eat grass because honestly I can believe both.

Thropple playing catch with the braincell

Fiyero occassionally catches it, but most of the time it just hits him and he's hit with a brilliant idea.

Galinda's hardly trying to catch it, she's too busy playing other sports with other people.

So most of the time, Elphaba's stuck with it.

Rest assured, all goes to shit when they lose the braincell.

AAAAAAAAHHHHH

New chapter icons for Emeralds & Swans! I’ll be adding these to the top of each chapter to signify which country in Oz the characters are currently in, as well as a little brown icon to show if they are traveling :)

These are mainly just for my own enjoyment, and to add a little fun thing to Ao3’s kinda boring interface. I got bored, I dunno ☺️

gelphie - post canon

pieces of a post-canon gelphie that may or may not come to be

~~~

It takes Glinda four hours to stop crying. It takes her four days to realize that Elphaba shouldn’t have died. It takes her four weeks to figure out what she’s going to do about it. And it takes her four years before she finally manages to succeed. 

It’s the longest four years of her life. 

~~~

Glinda keeps her promise. She does not order Elphaba’s name cleared, and she does not issue a pardon. She allows her citizens their celebrations, but she also makes sure to see that all the posters are torn down, the banners burned, and the paintings scrubbed clean from any buildings. She erases all signs and evidence of the Wicked Witch and what she may or may not have looked like. 

She erases all signs of Elphaba, so thoroughly that, sometimes, Glinda sits in her room with a pen in her hand and a blank sketchbook in her lap, and she is afraid. She is afraid of forgetting.

Is it true you were her friend?

~~~

Sometimes, Glinda has dreams. She dreams of rose petals and snowfall and secrets whispered into the night. There's a certain peace to these dreams, even if she always wakes to tears dripping down her face. 

Most of the time, though, Glinda has nightmares.

~~~

“What do you mean ‘leave’? Oz needs you!”

Glinda sighs, a hefty thing filled with hope and fear and longing and regret. It’s been years, and it’s been hard, but the truth is: Oz doesn’t need her anymore. Not the way it used to. It can last a few months on its own. 

“You’ll be fine,” she tells them. “Oz is in good hands.”

“Will you at least tell us where you’re going?”

The Good Witch turns her head to the west, her eyes finding the distant horizon. 

“I’m going home.”

~~~

Tell me a secret.

Promise me!

Hold out, my sweet.

Is it true you were her friend?

~~~

Glinda sways, the adrenaline of the moment fading as she feels the weeks of travel, the months of planning, the years, really, of worry and guilt and sorrow and grief wash over her with the force of an avalanche.

It rumbles and breaks and crashes against her, burying her in hazy white that creeps over her vision so slowly she doesn’t even realize what’s happening until she feels herself fall, and the ground rush up to her as her world fades to black.

The last thing she sees is the unmistakable sight of green skin.

~~~

“You can let go now, Glinda,” Elphaba says. 

Glinda just shakes her head and buries her nose further in the dip of Elphaba’s neck. She can’t quite breathe, but the idea of letting Elphaba out of her arms terrifies her too much to care. She’s drowning and burning and slipping from reality, something like hysteria clogging up her throat. 

She can’t. She can’t she can’t she can’t. 

 “Glinda?” Elphaba’s voice has softened with concern as she realizes Glinda isn’t just crying. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Glinda doesn’t believe her. Can’t believe her. Because Elphaba has said it before. Elphaba has promised she wouldn’t leave her before. But she did. She left. And the moment Glinda opens her eyes or dares to let go, it’ll be like she died all over again.

And she just- she can’t.

Eminent Elphaba Thropp and her beloved wife, Lady Glinda Upland.

Often referred as "The mothers", Eminent Thropp and Lady Upland were loved by all the people of Oz due to their firm but benevolent governance that advocated the equal treatment for all the people and Animals.

A portrait to mark their well deserved retirement.

The funniest hyperfixations have gotta be the ones where you watch something and go "this thing is cute. I like it. not sure if Id call it a favorite of mine but its definitely enjoyable at least" and then cut to a month later and its completely overtaken your life