#The Wizard

[weirdworldofwinnie]

Look at him with his little house and figures, he wants to be a father and have a family of his own so bad :(

I swear he must secretly have a breeding kink along with daddy tbh

And then when he sings "daughter" while looking right at Elphaba...

Anyway I just love his stupid face istg

[wiznt-he-wonderful]

Update: I hope to make a multi-chap of the above, but as of now I’m working on a one shot to practice his characterization.

Stay tuned. ✨

Is there any demand for a Wizard x reader fic that ultimately has a happy ending? I haven’t written+posted something in Ages but the silly magic man is rotting my brain and I have so many ideas

[neo--queen--serenity]

When the Wizard, grasping for straws to get Elphaba on board, reaches around for Glinda, hauls her forward, and awkwardly declares, “you can even bring your…friend…” in a last ditch effort to win her over?? Like queer subtext or no, that man 1000% assumed they were already dating.

[pissed-whizard]

[naariel]

The Wizard of Waterdeep

Explicit Version [NSFW]

using the book as censorship is up there with my top 10 ideas imo

[mimicben]

Oh Jeff, Save me Mr. Goldblum

cunty ass wizard

[herpsandbirds]

i wish for more images of 'the wizard'... if it were possible to see more of the wizard it would be very awesome. if you have more of the wizard of course. i just think that is a very wonderful name, to be the wizard ... thank you

Here is the magic you've been waiting for...

The Wizard (Rhinopalpa polynice eudoxia), male, family Nymphalidae, found in South and SE Asia

photograph by Pavel Kirillov 

The Wizard (Rhinopalpa polynice eudoxia), male, family Nymphalidae, India

photograph by Rahul K. Nadu

[nobodysdaydreams]

I find it hilariously passive-aggressive that Fiyero, Boq, the lion, and Dorothy really went to the Wizard to ask for a brain, a heart, courage, and a way home, four things that the Wizard himself doesn’t even have.

A brain? No. He couldn’t even do the “oh this powerful green woman’s age = time since I last saw a woman and gave her a mysterious magical green beverage + 9 months” math.

A heart? Don’t make me laugh. Elphaba pleads with him multiple times to care more about the Animals than his own power and he remains unmoved, he has no problem killing Nessarose to get to Elphaba, and honestly, if I were to list all the reasons the Wizard doesn’t have a heart, we’d be here all day.

Courage? He spends his days hidden behind microphones, tricks, and illusions. Even when he regrets his actions in the musical, he doesn’t even have the courage to try to clear his daughter’s name or admit to his crimes.

A way home? You might think he has this, but he doesn’t. Elphaba and Galinda popped his hot air balloon in the movie, as far as I know, the Wizard never gets back to Nebraska in the books, and in the musical, he runs off stage, but it’s never confirmed he made it back to Nebraska or that he has any way to do so since he’s not magical and has no idea what brought him to Oz in the first place.

[oldmanbracket]

Sexiest Old Man Tournament: Round 1

Who is hotter?

[prplocks]

✧❁ wallpaper 〴 wicked ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

reblog if you save ➳

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[cookiehau]

soo i drew ALL the npcs.... :D

[wildlyincorrect]

The Wizard: Are you or are you not an enemy of the people?! Glinda: Elphaba: Glinda: That's such an open-ended question, if you think about it. Elphaba: Really depends on the people.

[marchofthewitchhunters]

“you better not be making wicked textposts when i get there” me asf:

[accio-boys]

prophecy | fiyero x reader

summary; just a seer, prince, secrets, love, & destiny.

author’s note; I totally knew I had to write something new after reading a whole ass fanfic about star-crossed lovers. fiyero lovers should I do a whole ass fiyero x reader fanfic? But what kind of plot? I also wanna do The Wizard x reader but would any read it? Jeff Goldblum is just ughh…iykyk…Btw everyone, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! REQUEST ALL YOU CAN PEOPLE!

Reserved yet academically brilliant—that was who Y/N L/N was, a late enrollee at Shiz University. She stepped off the small boat onto the school’s grounds, her movements cautious yet purposeful. Her gaze darted around the sprawling campus, seeking a sign of faculty or staff to guide her. She clutched the strap of her bag tightly, keeping her head low, trying not to attract attention.

And yet, attention found her.

“I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure where to go, Mr...?” she asked, her voice soft but steady.

“Fiyero,” he said with an easy smile. “Just call me Fiyero.”

There was something about him that struck her. Maybe it was the carefree confidence he exuded, or the way his grin seemed to challenge the very notion of seriousness. But Y/N simply nodded, her expression neutral.

“Oh, okay. Have a nice day, Fiyero.” She turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, intrigued and slightly off-balance. He wasn’t used to being dismissed so quickly—and certainly not by someone as mysterious as her.

Fiyero couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. There was something about Y/N that made him curious, something beneath the surface she seemed desperate to hide. He sought her out, always finding excuses to cross her path, but their encounters were less than pleasant.

“Why do you keep showing up?” she snapped one day after he "accidentally" ran into her outside the library.

“Maybe I just like a challenge,” he shot back, his grin turning mischievous. “You’re not exactly the warmest person, you know.”

She glared at him, her green eyes flashing. “Maybe that’s because I don’t want to be bothered.”

“Or maybe you’re just afraid to let anyone in,” he countered, his tone softening for just a moment before he turned and walked away, leaving her stunned and fuming.

The tension between them only grew. Fiyero’s playful teasing grated on her nerves, and her sharp retorts stung more than she intended. But underneath the barbs and glares, there was an unspoken connection neither could deny.

One evening, during a school event, Fiyero caught her alone in the garden.

“Why do you hide yourself away from me? From everyone?” he asked, his voice devoid of its usual teasing edge.

Her eyes, bright and sharp, flickered with something unreadable. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied softly, turning away. “And I don’t care.”

“You do care,” he said, stepping closer. “You just don’t want to admit it. But I see you, Y/N. You’re not as invisible as you think.”

Her breath caught, but she refused to let him see her falter. “Maybe you should stop looking,” she said, her voice colder than she felt.

But he didn’t stop.

The problem was, Y/N had a secret. A dangerous one. She was a seer, burdened with visions she couldn’t control and truths she often wished she didn’t know. Her gift—or curse, as she saw it—made it impossible to lead a normal life. People who got too close to her either feared her or tried to use her. She’d sworn to herself that Shiz would be different. She would keep her head down, stay invisible. 

No attachments. 

No risks.

And then there was Fiyero.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Y/N’s resolve faltered. Fiyero had found her once again, his presence as insistent as ever.

“I wonder,” she whispered, almost to herself, her voice trembling as her gaze met his.

Her hand reached up, almost of its own accord, brushing against his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed at her touch, the softness of it disarming him completely.

Her heart pounded as she leaned in, her lips brushing his softly. The moment they touched, the world seemed to shift around her. But it wasn’t the warmth of the kiss that consumed her; it was the vision that followed.

Images flooded her mind. She saw them together, standing side by side through trials and triumphs. But the vision turned dark, shadowed by an ominous foretelling. One of them would fall. One of them would die.

She gasped, pulling away as if burned. Her hands trembled, and her breath came in shallow gasps. Fiyero reached for her, his concern evident.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion and worry.

“It’s not you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s me. It’s… us.”

She turned and fled, leaving him standing there, his heart aching with the weight of her words.

Y/N tried to avoid him after that, but Fiyero was persistent. His determination to understand her only grew stronger.

“Why are you running from me?” he demanded one day, cornering her in an empty hallway. “What are you so afraid of?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” he pressed, his eyes searching hers. “Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “You don’t get it. If I let you in, if we…” She trailed off, unable to say the words. “I saw it, Fiyero. I saw what happens if we’re together. One of us dies.”

He froze, the weight of her confession sinking in. But instead of stepping back, he took a step closer.

“And if we’re apart? What then?” he asked. “Do we just live half-lives, pretending this doesn’t exist? Pretending we don’t exist?”

She stared at him, her resolve crumbling under the force of his words. “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.

“You don’t have to know,” he said gently, his hands reaching up to cradle her face. “You just have to trust me. Trust us.”

It wasn’t until much later that she let her guard down, piece by fragile piece. The change was slow, marked by stolen moments and quiet confessions. The bickering turned to banter, the walls between them crumbling with each shared glance and unspoken understanding.

“Would you love me if you knew?” she asked him one night, her voice barely above a whisper.

“If I knew what?” he pressed gently, his eyes searching hers.

She hesitated, her heart pounding. “If you knew who I really am. What I can do.”

His answer came without hesitation. “I would love you if the sun burned out and the moon disappeared. I would love you if the stars fell from the sky and the earth itself crumbled beneath our feet. I would give up everything—my title, my name, my future—just to have you by my side.”

His voice cracked with emotion as he reached for her, his thumbs brushing away the tears that streamed down her face. “Just say the word, Y/N. Say you’ll be mine, and I’ll move heaven and earth for you.”

Tears blurred her vision, but she smiled through them, her heart finally yielding to the truth she could no longer deny.

“I love you, Fiyero,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the flood of emotions. “With bonds no one can break, I am yours.”

He pulled her close, their foreheads touching as they breathed each other in. “And I am yours,” he murmured.

Their lips met again, but this time, it was a kiss of certainty, of promises made and futures entwined. Whatever storms lay ahead, they would face them together. For the first time, Y/N let herself believe in something more than fear or duty.

She let herself believe in love.

tags; @tn22220-blog

[whatevertheywant]

Morrible: Elphaba is here!

Wizard: oh shit! Get the strap!

Glinda: 😈✨️🍆✨️

Morrible: NO,the WAND you twit!

Glinda: say less 😌 😈

Wizard and Morrible: NO 🤬

Glinda: Fine,damn! 👿 🪄