#TALL GLINDA

[lily-onher-grave]

WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME TOUR GLINDA IS TALLER THAN HER ELPHIE

[aspenvintre]

The fifth tall Glinda, the defying gravity one, it looks like she’s about to kiss Elphaba real quick before she decides there’s not enough time. Like look at it! Their faces were centimeters away from one another for a few seconds!

Also we love our tall Glinda’s, we love Glinda’s that can lift their Elphie’s mid hug, it just so cute.

Tall!Glinda compilation because we are all very normal about that, as evidenced by:

Bonus:

[bikkue]

Oz No Mahoutsukai (1986) - Height Chart

[pandorem]

By sheer coincidence, the two times I’ve seen Wicked on stage, Fiyero has been played by a black actor. My father works in lighting in theatre so I’ve grown up around it, which already means I’m pretty tough on screen adaptations of stage musicals anyways. But even though I KNOW Fiyero was originated by a white actor, it STILL feels weird watching a white guy play him. I’ve been seeing ads for the film and it throws me off every time.

[simsimmercc]

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[orkbutch]

ok ok, i know this isnt a wicked blog but its time for me to say my thoughts on the Wicked movie trailer.

I'm not stoked. I'm not much of a musical version lover already, but two things really rubbed me wrong, and I believe they apply to the musical as much as the book in their importance within the Themes.

Elphaba being played by Erivo and being black is cool. Erivo is a great singer, and her hair looks sick, and Elphie's hair is important. However, that casting choice being combined with a white Fiyero (who is Not White in the book, and very much experiences colonialist racism) and with no prosthetic effort to make Elphaba Not Beautiful (which is a Significant Element of Her Experience And Character), spoils any truly transgressive or progressive bite to that casting decision.

The only of the core mains thats not white is the character that is green. Interesting. The character who is extremely belittled for her appearance because she has a deformity, and because she's unattractive by conventional standards (esp because of her hawkish nose and strong chin), is a beautiful woman. Interesting!

Something about this just rubs me wrong. I think the musical has always made me skeptical in this area because its core adaption decisions were always bent toward stripping Wicked of much of its commentary on racism. In the book Fiyero is Vinkan, clearly coded Native American, and Winkie is a slur. They made the slur the name for the Vinkans in the musical. If I recall correctly, Quadlings aren't even mentioned in the musical. But Fiyero in the musical... I don't even know Why they keep him being a foriegn prince because he isnt written like hes foriegn from Gillikin at all. His ethnicity seems totally flattened, a slur that indicates no cultural or experiencial distinction from Gillikin.

I think that may have happened because Animals were already considered an allegory for racism, and they wanted to make that allegory cleaner and easier to condense into a musical plot. Thats my theory. However, that is a misreading. The Animals are not a perfectly singular allegory, and I think you could argue several inspirations, but the most apt interpretation for sure is that the Animals are an allegory for people with disabilities and neurodivergence, as Elphaba's experience is.

The Animals are not merely culturally different or isolated. They are not falsely believed to be different from the Gillikins or the Munchkinlanders or Vinkans. They ARE different, not because they aren't people but because their basic needs are different, and are not adapted to by society. They have hooves, and different skeletons, and different senses, and different mouths that can't necessarily make the kind of speech humans use.

This is important because Elphaba uniquely relates to the Animals, and its because Elphaba has a deformity and is super autistic. This is the other thing that always rubbed me wrong about the musical: it always implied that the only thing that made Elphaba "ugly" to people was her green skin. Thats... weak shit!!! In the book, Elphaba is Not beautiful. She is hatchet faced. She is tall and androgynous and looks weird. And this is IMPORTANT, because it makes Elphaba a genuinely transgressive character!! Her experience is layered! She is green but also breaks gender rules, is awkward, is self hating, is rude, ect. ect. It strengthens her empathy she feels toward Animals, because she feels so othered from society that she feels non-human, alienated.

The book also handles Elphaba's attractiveness much better; it does a great job of depicting someone who is not beautiful but is nevertheless Hot, which Elphaba is. When Glinda looks at her for the first time and thinks that shes beautiful, she is not looking past Elphaba's skin and she does no make over. She puts Elphaba in an orange hat as a joke, and sees how it matches her skin and suits her, and it makes Glinda realise that the green of Elphaba's skin can be beautiful to her. And that changes how Glinda sees Elphaba; Elphaba does not change.

okay im just complaining about the musical now. But idk, I wish that they'd used this opportunity to do better by Fiyero, make the themes a bit better... and just... put some light prosthetics on Erivo. Just make her look a little uglier! A little more hatchety. Its not like it'd be out of place, Ariana Grande as Glinda looks spooky as fuck. Why does she look like that. I like it bc I like Glinda looking intense and spooky but it IS weird

[humorisstoredinthetits]

The Heathers + Veronica and Halloween

Jello Shots it's Halloween, Liver Spots it's Halloween

Halloween is probably the holiday that the residents of the Chandler-Duke-McNamara-Sawyer household look forward to the most

Mac still maintains that Christmas is better, but even so she still gets super excited when October rolls around

The four of them go all out for the holiday

They build a giant graveyard in their lawn

They've bought custom fake tombstones that have their names written on them, about 7 skeleton's worth of fake bones, bags of spiderwebs, giant spiders, several animatronic ghosts, the list goes on

It takes a while to set up just because of the sheer amount of stuff, but when it's done it looks amazing

People will come from miles around to see their decorations and take pictures, and their house has ended up on Youtube and even on the local news a few times

The main attraction is the giant skeleton that Chandler got one time

It's easily three stories tall and has to be stored in a warehouse whenever it's not in use, but it is terrifying seeing this giant skeleton tower over the already massive mansion

It also has to be put up by helicopter, which is not cheap

Chandler had gotten it as a prank

The others were being very annoying (they beat her at Mario Party and she is the pettiest of bitches) so she decided to prank them and did so with some Halloween spirit

The idea was that they would come home from work and see this giant skeleton and freak out, but what really happened was that they got home and were amazed at how cool and scary their house looked

She got upset because they were supposed to be scared, to which they said "Heather it's literally 3 fucking stories tall we could see it from miles away"

His name is Mr. Skel Eton (it was Mac's choice, Chandler thought it was dumb but Duke and Veronica liked it and it stuck) and every year they look forward to his installation and dread paying for his removal

Around the middle of the month Mac will come to them with her costume theme

Her and Chandler had always done themed costumes when they were kids, like Anna and Elsa or the Powerpuff Girls (Mac was Bubbles, Chandler was Blossom), a tradition which they continued into adulthood

Some of the costumes they've done include;

South Park: (Chandler as Cartman, Duke as Kyle, Veronica as Stan and Mac as Kenny)

The Wizard of Oz: (Chandler as Glinda the Good, Duke as the Wicked Witch, Veronica as the Scarecrow, Mac as Dorothy)

Spongebob: (Chandler as Mr. Krabs, Duke as Squidward, Veronica as Patrick, Mac as Spongebob)

The Nightmare before Christmas: (Chandler as Sandy Claws, Duke as the Oogie Boogie, Veronica as Jack, Mac as Sally)

Scooby-Doo: (Chandler as Daphne, Duke as Velma, Veronica as Shaggy, Mac as Fred)

Teletubbies: (Chandler as Po, Duke as Dipsy, Veronica as Tinky-Winky, Mac as La-La)

Sometimes they re-use these costumes for Comic-Con

Sometimes they get Betty and Martha to abandon their usual Wesley and Buttercup costumes and go with them, for instance during the year they did Wizard of Oz they went as the Cowardly Lion and the Tin Man, but some years they year the theme and say hell no

Such was the case during the Teletubbies year

Chandler had tried to nope out of that one too but Veronica and Duke told her that if they had to be humiliated so did she

JD also gets roped into this, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter

Veronica will just send him a text saying "You're gonna be XXX this year" and if he tries to refuse Chandler and Duke will get increasingly petty and bother him until he accepts

They made him go as Noo-Noo the Teletubbies year and he literally glued a vacuum to his nose

He didn't speak to any of them for a good few weeks

If they don't need him to join with the theme he'll dress as Jason Vorhees and hide in their bushes, jumping out if someone gets too close

Mac was kinda upset by this, but he reassured her he only does it to people who look like dicks and never kids, so she just kinda accepts it

During the Halloween season they'll watch some appropriate movies

Chandler, under absolutely no circumstances will watch a horror film

She despises them with every fiber of her being, if she sees Veronica or Duke watching one she will go sit outside or go to 7/11 until its over

Mac also gets nightmares if she watches one

One time they watched The Shining and Mac insisted that she is an adult, she can handle a stupid movie

She could not

They had to sleep with the lights on for weeks after

That being the case they usually stick to PG films

Of course that comes with its own issues

None of them can agree wether A Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas or Halloween movie, if they play it in October Veronica and Chandler say that its too early, if they play it after Duke and Mac say that its too late

They tried to watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown but they all got so pissed off at how stupid Linus was being that they had to shut it off

Hocus Pocus and Coraline are good options that don't result in an argument breaking out

Their favorite Halloween movies;

Chandler - Hocus Pocus

Duke - Nightmare Before Christmas

Veronica - Coraline

Mac - Muppets Haunted Mansion

The latter is a point of contention

The other three think that its stupid, but Mac loves both the Muppets and Haunted Mansion and even if they Kermit puppeteer doesn't sound quite right she still loves the movie

As for candy, their house is usually filled to the brim with sweets but this gets even worse around Halloween

They'll go to Costco the week before to load up on the boxes of the full sized Hershey bars and the like, but Chandler has to hide them so her wives don't eat them all

She made that mistake once, and none of her wives could hear straight for a week after the yelling spiel she went on

"WE ARE ADULTS, IF YOU WANT CANDY GO TO THE FUCKING STORE AND BUY YOUR OWN, WHY DO YOU IMBICILES INSIST ON STEALING THE ONES FOR HALLOWEEN WHEN YOU KNOW THAT THE STORES ARE GONNA BE SOLD OUT SOON..." and she went on and on and on and on

Like literally everything else in their lives they argue over candy corn

Mac and Veronica love it, Duke and Chandler would rather eat cow manure

Chandler absolutely refuses to buy any on her shopping trips or even let it in her kitchen so they have to keep bowls in their rooms

Their favorite Candy:

Chandler - Werther's Originals

(The others call her Grandma whenever she eats them, but they're good ok?)

Duke - Skittles

Veronica - Red Vines

Mac - Candy Corn

Eventually Halloween night rolls around

Their house is well known for being one that gives out full size candy bars, so people will travel near and far to get some

It got so bad one year that they eventually limited it to one bar per person per night, but to make up for it they bought a giant cauldron and filled it with smaller candy and everyone was allowed to grab as much as they could in a single handful

Some people have gotten creative with the word handful, making things like giant hands to grab more candy

Usually the four of them will hand out the big candy and Martha and Betty will handle the smaller candy, making sure no one is coming back for seconds

While she is handing out the candy Chandler reflects on her past

Her mother was vehemently against Halloween, claiming it to be the devil's holiday and forbidding Chandler to participate

On Halloween itself she would drop Chandler off at Mac's Dad's, going to church to pray for the salvation of humanity or whatever and not wanting the others to see the evidence of her sin (Chandler)

**Line break**

Mac's Dad thankfully wasn't a massive prick like Chandler's and would buy a costume for Chandler in secret and let her and Mac go trick or treating

The night always ended too fast, Chandler being forced to give her candy to Mac to hide the evidence from her mom, but she never forgot those happy memories they shared

And in the present, she can't help but give some extra candy to the kids she sees trick or treating with their friends, seeing her and Mac in them

[sattelite-of-love]

glinda really be talking to elphaba like she isnt 5 subway sandwiches tall

[hbyrde36]

for @penny00dreadful

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Chapter 3: The Emerald City

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Steve woke up to snowflakes tickling his nose, and the familiar sound of Robin rambling.

No, not Robin, The Scarecrow, he reminded himself as he blinked his eyes open, because they were still stuck in Oz trying to get back home. 

He never thought he’d be so desperate to see Hawkins again. 

Wait—snowflakes?

“Oh, it does help! Look, they're waking up!” The Scarecrow cheered. “Steve, Eddie, Lion?! Are you alright?”

“Unusual weather we’re having.” The Lion muttered, letting out a huge yawn to Steve's left.

To his right, where he still faced—where their hands were still laced together between their bodies because neither of them had let go even in sleep—Eddie began to stir.

“Steve?”

Steve sat up, pulling Eddie up along with him and into his arms, crushing the other boy to his chest. The snowfall slowed to a stop as they held each other.

Eddie pulled back, running his hands up and down Steve’s shoulders, arms, and chest, as if he was searching him for wounds, before they found their way to Steve’s face, gently wiping away the wetness left behind by the melting snow. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked.

Steve stared back at him, feeling lightheaded and a little breathless, unsure if it was due to the poppies or the way Eddie was handling him like he was something precious. ”I think so, w–what about you?”

“Better now.” Eddie smiled, tilting his head as he fully cupped Steve’s cheek. 

The touch was warm and gentle, and the look in Eddie’s eyes so tender that Steve couldn’t help turning away to blush—the butterflies waging assault in his stomach returning with a vengeance.

The move had him looking back at the others for the first time, and while The Scarecrow was helping The Lion to his feet, The Tin Woman stood behind them, frozen. 

“Damn, the snow—it’s got her rusted again.”

Eddie pushed himself to his feet and offered Steve a hand up. He teetered for a second on the heels, forgetting for a moment that he was even wearing them, but quickly righted himself, and together they searched through the tall flowers until they found the oil can—getting right to work on the Tin Woman’s many joints. 

“Do you think it really was the snow that woke us up?” Steve said, passing the can over to Eddie so he could get the other side of their new friend.

Eddie nodded, pursing his lips as he glanced at the clouds above with suspicion. “I think it’s likely that Glinda had something to do with it. Like maybe she’s been watching us.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He didn’t blame Eddie for being wary after everything they’d been through, but he couldn't help wanting to trust The Good Witch. Maybe it was only because she looked like Joyce, but he was pretty sure she was a genuinely good person. 

“We should get out of this field quickly then, before it all melts, and not look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Y’know, I never understood that expression. I mean, it’s ridiculous! Why a horse? Who is looking in a horse’s mouth anyways? And what the fuck does any of it have to do with gift receiving?!”

The short speech had the air of an old Eddie Munson lunch table tirade, and Steve had to stifle a laugh. “I don't know, never really thought about it I guess.”

After one last treatment of oil to her knee, The Tin Woman was good to go, quickly thanking them before rushing off to check on The Lion. Steve shook his head as he watched them together, supposing some things were the same in every universe. 

-

Once they got moving again it didn’t take long to reach the front gates of The Emerald City. Unfortunately, they were locked up tight with no one around and nothing indicating a way to proceed save for a bit of rope hanging next to the entrance. 

After examining it for a moment Eddie shrugged, and pulled, setting off the ringing of a bell. 

A hidden window cut into the thick doors burst open above their heads, revealing a guard in a tall fuzzy green hat, who looked suspiciously like Steve’s ex-best friend, Tommy Hagan, though he knew better by now than to think it actually was.

“Who’s out here ringing that damn bell!”

“Uh–” Steve’s eyes slid sideways, sharing a confused look with Eddie before reaching his arm up high to wave in front of the guy’s face. “We are? Can’t you see us?”

“Of course I can see you.” The guard looked down his nose. “Can’t you read?”

“Read what?” Steve asked.

“The notice!”

Eddie threw his hands up. “What notice?”

The guard looked all around, heaving a put-upon sigh before reaching somewhere behind him, producing a sign that he strung up without a word before ducking away, slamming his little window closed.

“Bell out of order, please knock.” The Tin Woman read aloud.

“Sounded like it worked just fine to me.” Eddie grumbled.

“Stop screwing around and let us in, man!” Steve shouted.

The Tin Woman squeezed past them and rapped her knuckles against the gate three times. “Let's just play their game so we can get inside.” 

The little window popped back open immediately, though the guard looked no less annoyed. “That’s more like it! Now, what do you want?”

“We’re here to see The Wizard.” Steve said.

“The Wizard?” The guard scoffed. “No one gets to see the Great Oz, even I’ve never seen him!”

“Then how do you know there is one?” The Scarecrow asked.

“Well b-b-because,” he stuttered. “It doesn't matter! Get lost, you’re wasting my time.”

“But the Good Witch of the North sent us!”

The guard narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”

Steve looked at each of his companions, scrambling for any idea of what might serve as proof, when suddenly Eddie perked up, snapping his fingers. “The shoes! He’s wearing the ruby slippers she gave him!”

The guard leaned over the edge of his cubby hole to look, gasping when he set eyes on Steve’s feet, and completely changed his tune. “Oh, well alright then! Why didn’t you say that in the first place? That's a horse of a different color! Of course you can come in!”

“Enough with the horse metaphors already!” Eddie huffed.

The Scarecrow tilted her head. “I think it’s less of a metaphor and more of an idiom.” 

Eddie scowled. “I thought you didn’t have a brain, Scarecrow?”

The gigantic doors that served as gates to the city finally swung open, granting them entrance to a grand center, where people of all shapes and sizes, dressed in various shades of vibrant green, bustled about.

The guard reappeared to shake Steve’s hand, having come down from his perch, and was now joined by a female guard that resembled—who else—Carol Perkins. Just like their real world counterparts, now that Steve had proved himself to be someone important, they seemed more than happy to be associated—with him at least. 

“So, The Wizard?” Eddie prompted.

“Not so fast.” The female guard said, looking Eddie up and down with clear disdain. “I think we’d better take you someplace to clean up a bit first.”

Steve opened his mouth to tell her where she could shove her attitude, but Eddie spoke first.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We don't have time for a makeover montage. Take us to The Wizard, or—“

“Or what?” 

The one who looked like Tommy puffed up his chest, and Steve had officially had enough. He stepped between the guard and Eddie, jabbing him hard in the chest. “Hey buddy, we’ve fought monsters, okay? We can take two stuck up dickheads, so I suggest you back off and take us where we want to go.”

The guard cast his eyes around nervously. They were starting to draw the attention of passers by now. “Fine, follow me.” 

As the pair led their group across the square, Steve finally let himself relax enough to take a good look around. He marveled at the floor, so dark green it looked almost black, and buffed to such a high shine that he could see his reflection in it as they walked. 

As usual, they didn't get far before something went wrong. 

Frantic whispers broke out amongst the crowd, with many citizens pointing up into the air with worried expressions, making them all stop in their tracks to look up too, just as the words: Surrender Steve & Eddie, began to appear, written in the sky with black smoke.

“Shit.” Eddie cursed.

“It’s The Wicked Witch, she followed us here.” Steve said.

The scattered whispers raised to shouts as everyone around them started wondering aloud who this mysterious Steve and Eddie were. 

“The wizard will explain it!” Someone hollered nearby, prompting many folks to start rushing towards a certain set of doors, similar to the front gates of the city but on a slightly smaller scale.

Steve glanced around, unsurprised to find that their guides, the Tommy and Carol look-alikes, had abandoned them. “What should we do?”

“Follow the crowd,” Eddie rushed out. “We still need to see The Wizard, and they’ll lead us right to him.”

Somehow they managed to push their way to the front of the gathering mass, only to encounter yet another guard with a familiar face and mane of very long dark hair addressing the crowd.

“Okay, my dudes. Just stay calm, it’s alright! The Great and Powerful Oz has everything under control. Just, uh, go on home and chill out or whatever.”

While the inhabitants of the Emerald City dispersed, taking the guard at his word, Steve, Eddie, and their companions continued to approach.

“We need to see The Wizard, right away.” Steve said.

The guard shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, brochacho, but no one gets in to see The Wizard.”

“But they’re Steve and Eddie!” The Tin Woman said.

“Woah, the Witch’s Steve and Eddie?”

Steve wanted to scream—who else could they possibly mean?! But he held back, knowing it wouldn’t do them any good to piss off the guy who stood between them, and the one person in this insane place that could get them home. 

“Holy macaroni, that does make a difference! Wait here.” With a swish of his hair the guard was gone around the corner. 

Steve barely had enough time to wonder how long they’d have to wait, before the guy was back, and he couldn’t quite decide if the quick turnaround time was a good sign or a bad one.

“Okay dudes, good news or bad news?”

The question didn’t bode well, and Steve knew exactly what Eddie would say before he said it.

“Bad news first, always.”

The guard sighed. “The wizard said, and I quote: go away.”

“But–”

“The good news is,” the guard carried on, lowering his voice to a loud whisper, “I heard a field of poppies appeared right outside of the city. Care to partake in a little magical shut eye with a new friend—that’s me—on this fine afternoon?”

Steve turned away before the guy was even done speaking, stalking off to sit on a nearby curb. He’d had enough magical sleep in his life, thank you very much, enough times of falling unconscious only to wake up not knowing where he was. He was done with this shit, it was supposed to be over!

When they defeated Vecna and the Upside Down was destroyed, he thought it was finally his turn for happiness, or at the very least some peace—some normalcy. 

But now? 

Now he was stuck here in this place, he and Eddie both. They’d done what The Good Witch said, traveled all this way, only made it there by the skin of their teeth, and now The Wizard wouldn't even see them?! 

He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare. 

Steve dropped his head into his hands, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes, and felt the air shift as someone knelt down in front of him. He knew it was Eddie without having to look, the smell of cigarettes wafting over him, and something else, something warm and woodsy and distinctly Eddie, faintly under that. 

“We’re never gonna get back are we?” Steve cried into his palms. “I’ll never get to see Robin again—and Wayne?! God, he must be worried sick about you already. And the kids? We won’t get to see them finish high school, and–”

Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. “Hey, Stevie. Look at me, please?”

He did. 

He looked up because Eddie had asked, but gazing into those dark soulful eyes did nothing to halt his tears. “I just wanted to get us home.” 

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” Eddie leaned in, resting his forehead against Steve’s as he took a deep breath. “And I miss everyone too, but let’s not give up hope just yet. We’ve beaten worse odds than this, haven't we?”

Steve sniffled, and despite it all felt his lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. Because Eddie was right. They were alive, and they had each other, and that was more than enough reason to still have hope. 

“You know what, man?” The guard called out, looking a little misty eyed himself. “Let me see what I can do, because that was the sweetest shit I’ve ever seen, and love like that shouldn’t go unrewarded. How long have you two been a couple?”

Steve’s heart leapt into his throat as he was forcibly reminded that they were not alone, and how close they now were. He pulled back reflexively, sputtering, “oh, um, well–”

Eddie shook his head, smiling as he rose to his feet to face the guard, though the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “He’s not, um—w-we’re just friends.”

The guard looked between them for a moment, mouth agape. “Really?”

“Is that… is that allowed here? Two men?” Steve heard himself ask.

“Your Tin lady and Lion friend over there have been making goo-goo eyes at each other this whole time and no one cared, of course it’s allowed! What kind of silly question is that?”

“I guess they don’t have homophobia in Oz either.” Steve said quietly, glancing up at Eddie, who was now eyeing him curiously.

“Okay, well, a friendship like that shouldn't go unrewarded either—so!” 

With a grin, and a nod, the guard ducked away again, and just like the gates out front, the doors to the Wizard’s chambers swung open wide.

For the third time since they landed in this strange place, Steve looked up to find Eddie’s hand already reaching out to help him stand, and as he had each time before, he took it readily, a warmth settling in his chest along with the knowledge that Eddie would always pick him up when he needed it. 

This time, when he was back on his feet, Steve didn’t let go, and with their fingers entwined, he and Eddie rushed over to rejoin their friends.

The five of them set off through the doorway together, walking down a long dark hallway that spilled them out into a throne room, of sorts. Except there wasn’t a throne sitting on the raised dais, or if it was, it was unlike any throne Steve had ever imagined before, with the visage of a giant glowing head floating behind it, the whole scene flanked by two columns of fire. 

“Come forward.” A deep voice boomed like thunder, echoing throughout the room.

Steve gripped Eddie’s hand tighter as they all took a step forward. He kept trying to get a better look at what he assumed to be the Wizard, but between the flames and the occasional bursts of smoke that came from nowhere, it was impossible to get a clear view. 

“I am Oz, the great and powerful. Who are you?”

Steve gulped, beginning to sweat from the heat and nerves. “We’re Steve and Eddie, uh, sir, and we’ve come to ask you—”

“Silence! The Great and Powerful Oz knows why you all have come.”

“If he already knew, then why did he ask who we were?!” Eddie ground out between clenched teeth.

Steve agreed with him actually, but shushed him anyway. 

“And, I have every intention of granting your requests, but first you must prove yourselves worthy by performing a small task.”

“Oh! Like, a side quest?” Eddie blurted out. 

“Bring me the broomstick of The Wicked Witch of the West,” the voice went on as if it hadn’t been interrupted. 

The Scarecrow sucked in a breath. “But, we’d probably have to kill her to get it!”

“Are we sure about this?” The Tin Woman asked.

The Lion ducked his head. “I don’t know how much help I'll be.”

“I mean, me and Steve—” Eddie bit his lip. “We’ve killed before.”

“Those were monsters though, this is—”

“Enough!” The voice roared, effectively cutting Steve off and ending their debate. “I have spoken. Now go! Bring it to me and I’ll give you what you want.”

-

In one last act of kindness, the guard who looked like Argyle led them back out of the city and put them on the road to The Witch’s castle, though only after trying to talk them out of it at least a dozen times. 

It was dark, night having fallen while they were busy trying to see the wizard, and the woods they now walked through were even creepier than The Lion’s. 

The path ahead was unclear at first, and Steve worried they might be lost until they came upon a sign.

Haunted Forest. Witch’s Castle 1 mile.

If only all bad guys gave you clear concise directions.

However the sign also said—I'd turn back if I were you—which did nothing to boost morale.

Honestly, Steve wasn’t really afraid of The Witch, they’d gone head-to-head against much scarier things than her, actual magic aside, but that was part of the problem. When you got past the green skin, she looked so human. He didn’t think he had it in him to hurt her unless she was actively trying to end their lives. 

Maybe he could charm her into giving the broomstick up?

They followed the sign and ventured deeper and deeper into the woods, the eerie quiet only broken by the occasional owl hooting from their perch in the trees. 

The Scarecrow swallowed hard. “You don’t think those owls have rabies, do you?”

“Not them, as far as I can tell, but what about those things?!” The Lion’s voice shook as he pointed up into the sky, what they could see of it between the trees.

Now that he saw them, Steve could also hear them, an army of winged creatures that seemed to be heading their way, emitting the oddest screeching sounds. 

His eyes quickly found Eddie’s, and he saw all the blood drained from the other boy’s face. Logically, he knew it couldn’t be the same creatures that had injured him and come so close to ending Eddie's life, that dimension was gone now and these things were far too big to be those, but the incoming attack was all too reminiscent of a demobat swarm.

“Run!” Steve shouted, grabbing Eddie with both hands and pushing him into action, their fellow travelers rushing along behind. They needed to get away—far and fast. 

It didn't take long to realize they were fucked. 

They had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, and their pursuers were too swift to outpace. In the blink of an eye Eddie was airborne, grabbed from above by a pair of small hands. Steve reared back, digging his heels into the dirt, desperate to keep his hold on Eddie's hand. 

Now that one of the things was up close and personal, Steve finally got a look at what they were dealing with, and couldn't believe it. 

Flying monkeys. 

Of course this fucking place would have flying monkeys.

And of course they worked for The Wicked Witch. 

The Scarecrow screamed, loud and terrified, and Steve could do nothing but watch in horror as two of the winged primates ripped her apart limb by limb, her straw flying everywhere, spreading out around her.

“No!” Steve sobbed, wanting to go to her, to try and help, but he could not let go of Eddie. 

At least she had The Tin Woman and The Lion by her side.

Eddie shouted as a second monkey joined the first in their little game of tug-o-war, this one gripping him tightly by the hair, but he wasn’t screaming for help, no, he was screaming at Steve to let go—to save himself. 

Like Steve would ever leave him behind. 

He snarled, doubling his efforts until suddenly his own feet lifted off the ground. 

The monkeys had a hold of him now too, one on each arm. They lifted, and tugged, and pulled, and Eddie was wrenched from his grasp. Steve tried to fight the creatures off at first but quickly gave in, realizing that at least this way he and Eddie would wind up in the same place… probably.

On the bright side, now that they had what they’d come for, all the monkeys seemed to be leaving, following the ones who carried Steve and Eddie to their destination.

Steve just hoped the others had gotten away, that they were alright, and that they would take care of The Scarecrow and put her back together again. 

Chapter 4

Thanks again to @pearynice and @hitlikehammers for all your help with this!

[adarkrainbow]

How did Perrault and Madame d'Aulnoy portray fairies? Were they any different from each other? If so, how?

Oh yes there are major differences between the two (even though they are both supposed to be from the same universe, according to madame d'Aulnoy).

Now, they have a lot in common. All women knowing powerful magic. All equiped with magic wands. All experts at transformations, on themselves or others. All mistresses of occult art and with a gift of prescience. Stuff like that.

However the main difference between Perrault's fairies and madame d'Aulnoy's fairies would be... I'll say moral alignment?

There is no "wicked" or "evil" fairy in Perrault's fairytales. All of his fairies are good or neutral. As opposed to madame d'Aulnoy's fairytales where fairies are clearly and neatly divided into good fairies and evil fairies. It is especially spectacular because madame d'Aulnoy was the first one to do what I would call the "Glinda vs Witch of the West" dichotomy - all of her good fairies being these beautiful, tall, young ladies covered in riches and somptuous dress (or beautiful weapons when they are more soldier-like), while all of her evil fairies are these deformed, monstrous, ugly and frightening things - dressed in rags or in animal skin, too tall or too small, collecting difformities or so thin you can literaly see through their skin... (Though one has to be careful, as good fairies can turn evil due to conflict of interest, evil fairies can also turn good if turns out a higher power is not on their side, and these ugly wicked fairies can disguise themselves as beautiful nymphs, the same way the pretty good fairies can disguise themselves as repulsive animals or ugly hags, but the point stays that there's a neat divide of "good versus evil")

That's not the case with Perrault, where all the fairies seem to be on a "good neutrality" as I'll call, where they all pretty much just put curses on people if they are offended or someone failed a ceremony, but the rest of the time try to help people around.

The most jarring example would be how the episode of the "fairy baptism" are treated.

In Perrault's Sleeping Beauty, the fairy who puts the curse is not particularly evil. She is just offended and angry at having been left out and ignored, and she thus places her curse more as a retaliation towards the parents for not showing her the honor required, not out of any evil intention (it is similar to the fairy in Diamons and Toads who curses those that insult her, like the wicked sister). Meanwhile when you look at babies that receive curses in madame d'Aulnoy's stories, the cursing fairy usually is very clearly a wicked and evil person. In "Princess Mayblossom" or "The Green Snake", the cursing fairies are the evil Carabosse or Magotine, a far cry from the elder neutral force that is the old fairy of Perrault's Sleeping Beauty. The closest equivalent there is to her is the Crayfish Fairy from "The Hind in the Woods", who is actually a fairy that just got offended and insulted by not being invited but otherwise is not an evil person per se.

In fact the Crayfish Fairy is this one example of a "good fairy turned evil" I evoked before, as she starts out helping the queen, but then turns on her the minute she is not properly rewarded. Opposed to her would be the unnamed fairy of "Gracieuse and Percinet", who works for the antagonist the entire time, until she discovers that Gracieuse became the favorite of the queen of fairies (and is the girlfrend of the queen's son) and quickly makes sure to "repair" her mistake by straight up murdering her former boss. And if you want an example of one of those ugly fairies disguising herself as beautful - the Fairy of the Desert, from The Yellow Dwarf.

In summary; madame d'Aulnoy was the one who actually created this common fairytale idea of wicked fairies versus good fairies (it isn't much surprising when you remember she literaly invented the name "Carabosse" which became the most famous name of any evil fairy), whereas Perrault stayed by a more "benevolent but still neutral" idea of fairies.

Also, that's something I think Tony Gheeraert highlighted - in madame d'Aulnoy's stories fairies are explicitely immortals. In Perrault's stories it is vaguely implied they can die - simply because of how the old fairy from Sleeping Beauty was thought to have maybe died due to how long she didn't come out of her tower.

Outside of that both types wield wands, both types have tons of awesome powers, and both types have a thing for otherwordly chariots pulled by the strangest beasts - dragons being a huge favorite among fairy steeds.

[gelphiegifs]

Gelphie Femslash February Day 7: Height Difference aka tall!Glinda compilation pt. 2

[kathyprior4200]

Hazbin Hotel Angels: Vivziepop's Audition Sheets

Emily (name meaning "eager") is much like Charlie; wanting to spread love and kindness to all. She is against the exterminations and horrified that man is turned against man. Her dream is to see demons redeemed and welcomed into Heaven and more saints allowed into Heaven. Also, like Charlie, you'll find her bursting into song at random intervals, wishing for a world where no mortal would suffer. She wants to take responsibility, but since Sera is older and more aligned with the majority "demons are all evil" mentality in Heaven, she is not taken as seriously, despite being the face that new souls get to see. She wants to do more than just "smile and wave." Emily hopes Charlie can succeed with her hotel but Sera is more suspicious and appalled.Sera ("princess"/"burning one"), is more serious and burdened like the Archangels. Although she doesn't like the exterminations either, she feels they are necessary to protect Heaven. She had learned not to trust demons from an early age. Sera is fine with Adam and Lute doing their jobs under her, but, like Emily, hates his derogatory acts against women and prefers not to interact with him at all.

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Adam (villain)

Appearance: Adam is the tallest Exorcist with long black horns with gold tips. Has a white spiked halo above his head. He has yellow eyes, a black face and sharp yellow teeth. He wears a white robe with blue-gray pointed designs on the bottom and gold trim on the sleeves. A blue-gray cross makes up a pointed "A" on his chest. His wings are large and gold. He carries a magical golden electric guitar with him that can shoot out energy blasts to attack opponents.

"The Archangel is in charge of all angel military, the protector of Heaven and the original man.

Adam is arrogant but confident. A total immature rockstar type. He doesn't take things seriously and enjoys lording over others, especially the exorcist warriors (women) he commands. He has a particularly warped view of women, due to how he sees them as subservient to him by design and he has an immature attitude. He is goofy and laid back, but sinister when he wants to."

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Lute (villain)

Appearance: Lute is tall and slender, often seen with a bloodthirsty grin. She has curved black horns with small white stripes on them and a black halo over her head. Her right eye has an X over it, like the eyes of the other Exorcists. Her wings are white with two black stripes on them. She wears high white metal boots, black pants, and a blue-gray short dress stained with blood. She is an expert with all kinds of angelic weapons, swords, katanas, spears, arrows, daggers, guns…you name them, she has them.

"Adam's right-hand lieutenant.

She is vicious, merciless and cutthroat. She rarely shows any sign of emotion outside of stern and focused. She is incredibly devoted and fond of Adam, following him gladly. The only times she shows pleasure in things is when she is slaughtering demons. She doesn't accept failure, she allows for no weakness, and she will leave you behind if you make a mistake.

Clear and fierce voice. Intense and serious, a sharp biting tone. Good effort and action."

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Emily

Appearance: Emily is a bird-like seraphim woman with long spiky white hair, a black/gray face and large teal eyes. She has a white halo over her head. She has six white wings and wears a long periwinkle dress with small diamond designs near the bottom and a dark purple trim. She has a black star-like design on her chest.

"Emily is the Glinda of Heaven, flitting around and bringing hope and cheer to the denizens of Heaven. she is the face of the Angel hierarchy in charge and she adores her people. Doing everything in her power to do right by her kingdom and take on the responsibilities, she is a bit unaware of what goes on, being deliberately kept out of things. She wants to take on more responsibility and is determined, passionate, upbeat and kind.

Emily is playful, with a bright voice, and cheerful energy. Black, youthful, aged early/mid 20s."

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Sera

Appearance: Sera is an avian-like Seraphim woman princess with a gray face with white freckles, thick extended eyelashes, and large teal eyes. She wears a glowing white/teal five pointed crown on her head. In the trailer for Hazbin Hotel, she is seen grinning widely with flames in her eyes. Her hair is white/gray styled in long thick tubes or curls. She wears a long gray/teal with diamond designs similar to Emily's.

"The eldest of the Seraphim Sisters, who work directly under the Speaker of God.

Sera is calm and responsible, carrying the weight of her leadership in Heaven, and feeling constant state of pressure to do right by her people. She is constantly under stress but hides it well with her controlled demeanor. She is overly serious and rarely eases up. Strict and orderly.

Actress of color, aged late 30s."

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Saint Peter, guardian of the gates of Heaven, will make an appearance. The Speaker of God, who is higher than the Exorcists and the Seraphim may be Metatron, Seraphiel or Jesus. Seraphiel may be the father or brother or boss of Sera and Emily. (Seraphiel father and Seraphina mother?). Sera and Emily like singing, musicals and art, since Seraphims sing praises to God. They also have power over fire and are immune to it. The Seraphim sisters are like the Archangels, not taking any sides and only wanting peace and order. They decide not to interfere with the Exorcists, seeing that although brutal, Adam's plan has worked to keep demons at bay for centuries.

[aparticularbandit]

Gravity: Chapter One

Summary: In which Glinda goes to the Emerald City with Elphaba, but she does not go in to meet the Wizard with her.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: T until further notice.

AO3

You’ll be okay.

Elphaba stands alone in the Wizard’s chamber, and she hears Glinda’s words echoing in her head, and she stands her ground.  A huge head with gears for eyes speaks in booming tones meant to make her quiver (and she does, she’s afraid, she jumps when the flames come blaring out all around her, like she’s standing in the middle of an inferno), but she doesn’t run.

Glinda waits on the other side of those double doors – insistent that this moment be Elphie’s alone.  She’d stood on her tiptoes so she could just meet Elphaba’s eyes – even in heels, Glinda has always seemed so small, so inherently fragile, like a ballerina made of painted glass – and cupped her face with one hand so that she could angle it down to hold her gaze.  You’ll be okay, she’d whispered, and she’d nodded slow until Elphaba nodded with her.  He wants to see you.  And you want to see him!  She’d patted Elphaba’s chest, straightened the curves of her dress, brushed imperceptible bits of emerald dust from her – dust that no one but Glinda would be able to see in the first place.

She should be in here with her.

She should have insisted – she can outdo Glinda’s desires with her own stubbornness, when she wants.

(She’d been torn: two wolves inside of her – one who wanted to share this with her best friend, and one who wanted this moment to belong to her alone.  Glinda made the argument two against one.  Something tells her that was a mistake; something tells her the other option would be a mistake, too.)

You’ll be okay, Elphaba hears again, whispered against the shell of her ear even though Glinda wasn’t near tall enough even on her tiptoes to reach it, and she takes a deep breath, and she holds her ground, and she pushes forward.

~

Glinda paces.

She hates calling it that because pacing means she’s waiting on something, which isn’t so much a problem as the being impatient bit is, because much as she hates to admit it (and really, she hates to admit much of anything), she wants to be in there with Elphie.  Sure, sure, it’s Elphie’s thing, and she’d said that, and she’d meant it, mostly, but she’d meant it in the way she means it when she pushes against Fiyero and says she’ll pay for dinner, knowing that he’ll eventually be the gentleman and take the check and pay for it all himself.  It’s a game, a societal game, where she pushes and plays nice and then Elphie takes her in with her anyway!

Except Elphie didn’t take her in with her.

Brought her all the way here with her – all the way to the Emerald City! – and then just…decided that when Glinda said the Wizard only really asked to see Elphie and maybe it wouldn’t be nice for her to go see him with her and maybe that would upset the Wizard—

Well, maybe it would!

And maybe Elphie should have been okay with upsetting him!

Or maybe she just thought it wouldn’t take this long.  Or Elphie would let him know that she had a very good friend – a best friend, even – waiting right outside who would also like to be in there with him, and then the Wizard would have let Glinda be part of everything, too.  She doesn’t know why she thought that; Elphie could convince the Wizard to let anyone in with her; Elphie doesn’t have the natural ability to do that – Glinda doesn’t either, but she’s got more natural ability than Elphie does, and she’d practiced her entire life to make people like her, to be likeable, and to be likeable in a way that gets them to do what she asks, and she’s quite good at it now, except where Elphie’s concerned, because Elphie doesn’t play the game the way everyone else does—

Glinda paces.

She doesn’t ring her hands because that would give away her impatience and it would make her look like she’s anxious, and she’s not anxious, and…and even if she was, she wouldn’t want anyone to know it.

Elphie’s been in there an awfully long time.

Maybe she should…you know…go check on her.

That’s the nice, friendly thing to do, right?  If she was in there a long time, Elphie would go check on her.  Of course, if she was in there, Elphie would have waited out here.  No, Elphie probably wouldn’t have even come.  She would know how much Glinda wanted to meet with the Wizard, and she wouldn’t have hitched a ride, no matter how much Glinda asked, because that’s the sort of person Elphie is.

Glinda sighs – it’s more of a huff, really, but no one needs to know that – and then settles in to sit on the stairway and wait.

She waits for all of three seconds before she’s back up and pacing again.

And then.

Glinda hears the announcement overhead.

Or – she starts to hear the announcement and then hears the panicking of the Ozians of Emerald City and the clump-clump-clumping of military boots in step as they rush as one towards the doors where Elphie went in to meet the Wizard—

And then those officers push her out of the way – which no one ever does! – and Glinda tumbles adorably to the ground in a way that very clearly says that someone somewhere should pay attention to the fact that excuse you, you pushed her or at least excuse you, she FELL – but everyone’s panicking, and no one is paying attention, and she has to drag herself across the ground – ew, gross, ew, gross, this is not RIGHT – until she’s up against a building, out of the way, so that she doesn’t get trampled underfoot.

Which is just wrong.

Glinda leans against the building – she’s not even sure which one it is – with one arm wrapped around her stomach, breathing heavily for reasons she does not like.  The announcement is still going, that warning, that blaring, as though on repeat, and maybe it is.  Something about an intruder who stole the Grimmerie from the Wizard and is now at large, an intruder who could be easily seen due to the green color of her skin—

“Elphie,” Glinda whispers aloud, even though said Elphie is nowhere around to hear her, “what did you do?”

But Elphie isn’t there to answer her – and if that announcement is anything to be believed, there’s no way to know where Elphie even is.  The guards will get her eventually, for stealing the Grimmerie, for stealing from the Wizard, and then…and then….

Glinda pushes herself up.  There are no guards in front of the door, as though they’ve all pushed inside to try and find Elphie, and while everyone panicking is running away, she walks, one arm still about her stomach, forward.  She’s dirty and her hair is messed up and her side aches and her arm—

The arm held tightly at her stomach looks like it might be broken, actually, but she’s not concerned about that.

(They pushed her down on the stairs.  Something tells her she should be glad she’s upright.)

But she’s barely halfway back across before she hears the shrieking and sees the finger pointing and is rushed by the great crowd of people going away, away, away – and she stands her ground until she’s left alone in the street, alone except for—

“Glinda!”

Elphie is flying.  Elphie is flying and holding onto a broomstick and flying on a broomstick, and maybe when those guards pushed her, she hit her head a little too hard because Elphie can’t fly—

“Glinda, take my hand!”

Glinda stares at Elphie’s hand held out in front of her and blinks twice.  “I…I can’t.  My arm is broken.  One of those awful guards pushed me and—”  Her eyes narrow, and she tilts her head back as far as she can so that she can meet Elphie’s eyes.  “What did you do?”

Elphie doesn’t wince the way most people would under the force of Glinda’s words – she winces when Glinda mentions her broken arm, and she lands just enough to hold the broomstick out so that Glinda can climb on, like riding a broomstick is the same as riding a horse – and she doesn’t hold Glinda’s gaze because she’s focused on other things.  “The Wizard is lying,” she says, blunt and loud over the people around them.  “The Wizard is lying, and he can’t do magic, and he’s been hurting the Animals, and—”

“Well, maybe he has a reason—”

“Glinda.”  Elphie turns just enough to meet her gaze, to hold it.  “There is no reason to be hurting the Animals.”

“I’m not sure about—”

“There was no reason to hurt Dr. Dillamond.”

Glinda shuts up then.  She’s not sure that Dr. Dillamond was hurt, exactly, but—  “You need to tell me everything.”

“Right now?”  Elphie gestures to the crowd around them and then freezes, eyes large.  “The guards are coming.”

“But I need to—”

“Glinda, the guards are coming, and I will explain everything to you after, but you have to come with me.”  Elphie turns back to her, and Elphie looks panicked, and Elphie never looks panicked.  She holds the broomstick in front of her.  “Sit in front.  I’ll keep you safe, okay, and then when we land, I can….”  Her eyes grow dark, but not with anger or hatred or anything like that, with something else that Glinda can’t name.  “I can fix your arm.”

Glinda shakes her head.  “Elphie, you can’t do that—”

“Maybe I can.”

The guards are coming – that awful clump-clump-clumping, but faster, and if they’d pushed her down before, when she’d only been slightly in their way, there’s no telling what they will do to her now when she’s standing here with Elphie – or if Elphie were to leave her and—

Glinda looks warily at the broomstick, steps half over it, and pretends that it’s some sort of horse as she sits on it.  She grips the stick with one hand the way that she sees Elphie do with both of hers, only Elphie is holding her tightly, too, one arm on either side of her to hold her in place.  “Is this…is this right?”

“I’ve got you.”

Then Elphie jumps, and they’re off.

[wickedlyqueer]

if you feel like it!!! i’d like to know your thoughts and hcs for a modern setting (or not) where things are relatively normal and elphaba has to take care of liir (as his 7yo self) and there’s also glinda. I’ve always wondered how she (also glinda) would work around children – i know we see elphaba in the book around them and she doesn’t care, but she is also going insane and full of grief so i don’t really take it as a response. I’m not sure if my request makes sense but i always enjoy your thoughts!

For someone who has said repeatedly they don't see gelphie as parents at all, yous seem desperate for my opinions on gelphie as parents. 😆 Anyway,

Even as their happiest and best selfs, I still think neither Glinda or Elphaba would ever chose to become a parent. It just... falls into their lap and they make the best of it.

And by that I mean, after college, Glinda and Elphaba broke up for about a year or two and Elphaba runs into Fiyero and gets knocked up (oops) during their shortlived fling and then 9 months later there was Liir.

They are very much a dysfunctional family. They probably co-parent with Fiyero—who is most likely, objectively, the best parent out of the three of them. (@gliyerabaa wanna take this brain wave over and make it into some ot3 hcs lmao?)

Elphaba would be both the fun parent and the strict parent. Yes, let's get on this rollercoaster you're not even tall enough for. No, you can't play video games before finishing all your homework. Yes, let's have only a ton of ice cream for dinner. It honestly gives Liir whiplash lmao.

Glinda brings some much needed structure to Liir's life. She likes the routine and recognizes that Elphie's chaotic and impulsive tendencies are not always what a little child needs.

It takes a bit before Glinda gets over her envy (since Liir is the living and breathing evidence that Elphaba very much loved someone who is not her and it infuriates her). But, through interacting with Liir, she sets those feelings aside. Because, holy shit, she adores that boy pretty much like he is her own son.

They both tuck Liir in and together tell him a bedtime story. It's a night time ritual that came out of Liir being so upset to go to sleep, it was a two-person-job to basically wrestle him to bed. Now he's older, it's a lot better, and for all of them one of their favorite times of day. But oohh boy if one of them isn't presence. The Tantrum that ensues...

Anyway, if you want to see the Liir&Glinda&Elphaba dynamic I very much encourage you to read attrition by @festivating. It's very good!

[slashingdisneypasta]

NSFW (18+ ONLY) DMD!Scarecrow thought/imagine/smutshot under the cut.

warnings; rutting, Glinda brings you back to oz under really fake pretences, public/outdoors sex, afab reader, monster fucking, etc.

Right. Actually. Imagine the DMD!Scarecrow taking you in the cornfield he used to live in. Imagine you came here a few years ago and met the Scarecrow by chance, just like Dorothy and Tip did. Except it wasn't just friendship, between the two of you. You said it was, and he said it was, because you had to leave- but it wasn't.

You're back now, because Glinda sent you a message; help. Your Scare needed help (Thats what she told you), so you had to come. Nothing in the world could stop you from coming to help him.

But when you come... everything seems fine, initially. Glinda takes you to the court, and you see everything seems Good. There's a ball being thrown and Dorothy's in charge now, which from you've heard about her from your dear Scare- can only mean good things, for Oz. You see the Tin Woodman, the Lion, Glinda... even a glimpse of Ozma, wandering dreamily through the party. When you see Scare, and he sees you, he seems happy! He races across the room and gathers you up against him in a tight, familiar hug; overjoyed to see you. When you ask what's wrong, saying that Glinda told you he needed you, he said... he said... well you don't remember what he said. There was so much he had to tell you in those first few moments, catching you up on what had happened since you were gone... by the time he let you respond, again, you'd forgotten your initial worry. He seemed fine! Normal. A little clingy, but that was to be expected after all this time! ^^ To be totally fair, you wanted him as close as possible, too!

When he suggest you two go off on your own, you don't think twice before agreeing. Glinda sees the both of you off with a saccharine smile. Have fun, my dear Scare. And Y/N- its lovely to have you back.

~

It starts off with kissing. Just kissing, and holding hands as you stroll down the pathway by the old corn fields. He kisses you once, and you're caught off guard- you thought you two didn't Do This. You thought it was unspoken agreement that the two of you were Friends, because you always had to leave. You would always have to leave. But he stops you both and kisses you again outsde the entrance to the cornfields, and you cant bring yourself to stop it. He's warm, and comforting, and you love him. You dreamed about him while you were home,... in fact... you dreamed of This.

Soon enough he has you on your back, in the dirt, amongst the tall stalks of corn with his gloved hands tucked under your knees; parting them so he can be between them. His tongue, which is made of stuffed felt, is an odd sensation in your mouth. An odd weight against your own tongue. Its not a perfect kiss, but you like it because its Him. You're feeling overwhelmingly warm all over, but mostly- down-... When suddenly your trousers are tugged down, discarded, lost in the stalks of corn. "Get rid of those." Scare mutters, an unfamiliarly dark tone in his voice.

You're confused, but his kisses distract you as he slowly starts to rub against you; the thickly stuffed area between his legs dragging across the area between your legs, and- it feels good. While he does this, grinding himself against you, you lay your head back in the dirt and close your eyes. The kissing has stopped. He can only hold your legs open and rut against you; smirk and watch you be a dirty little toy for him. The soft fabric of his trousers soon become wet with your arousal and he knows what Glinda told him about you, was true. You did want him. You did dream about him while you were away, about him taking you and using you. He wondered if you ever laid in your little bed back home and touched yourself thinking about him- he'd want to know all about that, later.

Because their would be a later. You were staying, this time. It had been decided. Between him and Glinda, it had been undisputed. She was too busy to always attend to his needs-- and he missed you. You. That much was clear. Glinda herself, while she was an attractive woman (That wasn't a question), but... she could not compete with you.

When Glinda told him she was bringing you back, he was ecstatic- he hadn't been so excited about something in a long time. Not since Glinda brought Dorothy back and he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. Perform any experiments he thought of. He loves his work, he does, but thats not all he loves. Even the smartest man in Oz needed a work-life balance... so when she told him you were coming back, he made sure to stuff himself special. Extra in that area between his legs that Nick told him about many years ago; that area that Glinda seemed fixated on when they were alone.

And you seemed happy with it, he noticed with a vulgar, wicked smirk across his stitched lips. How easy,.. he thought. It was so easy to get you here, and to fuck you.

Thankfully the Scarecrow does not tire, as he is not a man or living creature of any sort, so he's able to continue dragging his sticky, slick crease all over your little cunt for far longer then the average man. You cum 4 times, held still by his misleadingly strong hands on your legs, before he stops. He could've gone for longer, but he had an idea.

"Sc- Scare,", you huff, out of breath. Pitiful... Adorable, too, though.

"Don't worry, we're not done." "I'm just tired of doing all the work, here. You made me wait all this time... Pitch in. "

Fuck-Dumb, brains slowly screwed right out of your head, you nod (His completely) and follow him as he lays down in the corn and raises a thin brow at you. Well??...

Carefully, you crawl over him; shuddering when the slimy, sticky feeling of your own slick all over his trousers touches you again as you sit down. Slowly you begin to move your hips this time, grinding your over-sensitive, needy heat against his bulge this time.

[aexolilly]

Glinda, texting Elphaba: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao 😂

Elphaba : What did you do…?

Glinda: A MISTAKE!!! 😳