#cropeed

[guiajato-line]

Dê uma olhada em Conjunto Saia midi + Cropeed regata costas nua moda blogueira look verão modinha moda feminina moda gringa

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some bookverse designs c:

details in comments

gelphie and theyre boy friend <3 (gelphie r girlfriends and fiyero is their platonic soulmate... thats my favourite thropple iteration.)

MY FIYERO DESIGN... hes described with ochre skin and blue diamond markings in the book so yk! the markings are inspired by indigenous markings like wituk dye amongst others

also, you'll notice, he is very girl. its on purpose c: hes v fluid to me in terms of gender and sexuality

AND ALSO. MY CROPE AND TIBBETT.. i hope u love them... ik tibbett has "blond bangs" but. blond tibbett just doesnt make sense to me..... hes a brunette. so i gave him highlights cuz hes gay LOL

ill admit i still havent read the books yet but the fanfic version of crope and tibbett have my whole heart <3

[warningsine]

Love seeing the new generation find out how, well, gay "Wicked" is.

Closeted high femme dressed as the lesbian flag not getting on her rebellious activist bestie's broom and regretting it for the rest of her conformist life.

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Wicked

Sample Size: 1,381 stories

Source: AO3

[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[incorrectgliyeraba]

Glinda: I have an announcement: Elphaba, Fiyero and me are dating.

Elphaba: Elphaba, Fiyero and I…

Crope: We’ve known for the last few months; you three are inseparable.

Fiyero: Months? We’ve only been dating a couple of days!

Tibbett: Then what were you doing before that?

[lily-onher-grave]

i told myself i wouldn't post wip stuff until i knew for sure i was gonna stick with it but i can't help it, i missed them

[writers-amusing-muses]

ok so I need the fandom's opinion on what to do in my fic:

Elphaba overhears students talking about how gay she and Glinda are and it sends her into a massive spiral, but the problem is I can't decide if I want these three people to be Boq, tibbett, and Crope OR three random Shiz students.

Pros of the gossipers being Boq & Co:

- they know Fiyero

- they are in some way affiliated with Elphaba

- it'd be kinda funny if Crope and Tibett refer to Elphaba as "the green girl" while Boq tries (in vain mind you) to correct them into saying Elphaba's name

- it'd be kinda funny if Fiyero's friends are just kinda gossiping about his gf and her gay roommate

Cons:

- there is no reason as to why they wouldn't know Elphaba's name

- having random characters gossip about Shiz's socialites is undeniably funny

- they don't all collectively refer to Elphaba as "the green girl" where if they were all random students they would have no reason to know her name

(they're very minor characters btw, so the story is gonna stay the same, I've just been toying with who says this)

[jigsawwrangler]

Attrition is god-tier but man I am surprised that at least so far, it's the only fic I've seen that makes use of the fact that if she was hanging out with Crope, Glinda easily could have known where Elphaba'd gotten off to after the third timeskip, especially given that it's outright said that he's where Nanny got that information. And sure, I wouldn't be surprised if the in-universe explanation for her not seeking Elphaba out herself in-text was something like "yes, she said she missed her and wanted to see her again and said that outright when Fiyero ran back into her and Crope... but in the seven years since that, her thoughts around feeling abandoned by her got extra-complicated to the point where she thought maybe she'd Not go actively trying to see her again right away out of spite" or the like, but still.

[bueckershaven]

looking so gay back at home court, caitlin clark thank you for your seevice

[chloewithak-butisalsonamedkody]

the charmed circle + glinda's friends and their twitter accounts

the ultimate silly billies

[hornvey]

Glinda definitely is a vlogger. And she definitely has charmed circle segments with her, Elphie, Fiyero, crope, tibbet, boq, and Avaric.

[clarabowlover]

Alice White (ca.Late 1920s)

[confused-reading-ink-rat]

Blast My Way Into Your Heart

A Gelphie Oneshot

Elphaba Thropp enters a local block blast competition with Glinda Upland, both pushed into it due to their alleged 'block blast addiction'. The pair make it into the district, forced to tolerate each other until the finals.

Or

I'm forced to write this because of my block blast addiction

Elphaba can’t believe she’s doing this.

Then again, what could she do? She already said yes, and it wasn’t like there was anything particularly terrible about participating.

Well, there are two blondes she would like to strangle, and one of them wasn’t here yet even though she should be.

It all started a week ago after she let Crope and Tibbett borrow her phone because they were getting bored while in the waiting room for their friend group’s check-up. Nessa had suggested they take them together after she found out that Boq had not been to one since he was eight years old.

So they were in the waiting room, and the couple was dramatically bored. Boq was nervous about his check-up, so Nessa came with him, and in turn, he’d be with her for hers. 

So Elphaba had been stuck with the disasters, with her nose buried in a book she had bought on the way. She gave up her phone and opened her Block Blast app. After screaming about the score she never paid attention to, they urged her to sign up for the local Block Blast Competition downtown.

So now she was sitting at one of the tables while staff ran across the room, yelling orders, getting yelled at, bringing tables, organizing the various boxes they were unpacking, and making calls. All because her unfortunately late teammate was stuck in traffic and could cost them the damn district competition.

She could still remember the day she met the insufferable blonde.

. . . 

“This is a horrible idea, Crope,” She grumbled as the blonde dragged her along.

“It is not!" He replied adamantly. "Besides, it’ll be fun!”

“Fun because you’re not the one competing,” she huffed,

“It’s for money! We all like money!"

“It’s just a couple of dollars, we don’t even know if I’ll win this,”

He crossed his arms and sighed, “Okay fine, if you lose I’ll pay you a quarter of the prize.”

“Quarter?”

“That’s already seventy-five dollars, don’t push me.”

“You make it sound like it's a favor,” she smirked, "But fine, I'll play."

And Elphaba won.

Just after a blonde girl with pink, rolled her eyes and rested her chin on her hand with a pout, she was ahead by fifteen points.

Now she and that blonde were going to the district, and further.

. . .

Glinda couldn’t believe she was still stuck in traffic!

She had been here and an hour had already passed, she was about to lose it. Oh, Oz, she’d be strangled by Elphie, for sure.

With nothing to do but wait, she could only reminiscence.

“You have to believe me!” She had vaguely heard Shenshen whisper to Pfanne, lost in her phone, she had started playing Block Blast a week ago. It seemed like a fun way to pass the time, and it was. And that was what landed her in this mess in the first place.

“You’ve got to be joking!” Pfanne retorted, Shenshen snatched Glinda’s phone out of her hands.

“Hey! I was playing!” Her complaints fell on deaf ears as Pfanne’s jaw dropped, she took her phone back and kept playing.

“I’m sorry, what is her high score?”

“Nine hundred twenty-three thousand, five hundred forty-two,” Glinda answered absentmindedly. She blinked and turned to them. "That’s my highest score?!”

“See?” Shenshen squealed, “I don’t lie, Pfanne,”

“Sure you don’t,” He scoffed.

Then, a familiar figure approached, carefree as always, he greeted them with a smile and a hug.

“So, what’s this I hear about high scores?” He whistled when he looked at Glinda’s phone and gave her a look.

She huffed and crossed her arms, “I don’t need an intervention.”

He smirked, “I didn’t say anything about that,”

“You were about to,” She narrowed her eyes at him, “You think it’s an addiction,”

“Is it?” He pulled his head back, tilting it to the side.

“This is a skill, Fiyero,” She replied adamantly.

“A useless one at that,” Pfanne remarked, Shenshen giggled.

Glinda threw up her hands in exasperation. “Why is everyone ganging up on me today?”

He shrugged, sliding onto the bench next to her. “Well, what if I tell you there is a use for that ‘useless’ skill of yours?”

“Ooh,” She leaned towards him. “Tell me.”

And now she’s lost to Elphaba Thropp, some green girl who would make for a great model if she just knew how to dress herself. Well, she was second anyway, and they apparently needed two players for the district competition.

. . .

“Place it here,”

“I didn’t ask for your help,”

“Well, you needed it anyhow,”

…

“No, no! You should’ve used the heart method! Oh, Oz!”

“The what method?”

“The heart method!”

“What even is that?”

…

“Elphaba you look horrible in that,”

“I thought we were only criticizing each other’s block blast techniques, not fashion sense.”

“I wouldn’t criticize you if you had any.”

…

“For someone who claims to be smart, you never know when to shut up,” 

“You never talk, I’m compensating for you.”

…

“Oh, my favorite block!” Glinda squealed.

Elphaba raised an eyebrow, “You have a favorite block?”

“Don’t you?”

“If I have to choose, the 3×3 block.”

“You just chose the one I hate the most, didn’t you?”

…

“I was literally on 999, 936! I could’ve gotten to a million! But no , a stupid 3×3 just had to show up—”

“What is she talking about?”

“Give her a minute or an hour.”

…

"Roommates." Elphaba deadpanned as they both stopped at the same door.

"Oh my goodness," Glinda gasped, covering her mouth with her hand in surprise, "We are roommates!"

…

"Since we'll be rooming with each other for a while-"

"It will only be a few weeks,"

"Oh hush, I'm trying to be nice," The blonde rolled her eyes, "I hardly know you, and we're going to be working together."

The green girl sighed and finally turned to her, "Fine, what do you want?"

"Tell me a secret!"

…

“You got me a water bottle to drink?” Glinda's eyes widened and she preened. "Your kindness knows no bounds, Miss Elphaba."

“Take it before I lose my patience and give you an impromptu bath."

…

“Oh, Oz, there’s been a miracle!”

“Glinda..”

“You’re not a walking fashion disaster today!”

“Glinda…”

“Thank Oz, maybe there is a god!”

….

"I'm sorry, are you reading?"

Glinda looks up from her book, "Yes, I got it from the library."

"You know what it's called!" She threw her hands up in the air, "Next thing you'll tell me what a thesaurus is!"

"A what?"

…

“Will she be—”

“Please give her a minute, Elphaba needs everything completely perfect in place for her,”

“It’s just a chair—”

“And you’re just an employee. Let the girl adjust her chair,”

…

“Elphie, I need-”

“What did you just call me?”

“Elphie, anyways, do you have a stapler I could borrow?”

“Excuse me, Elphie?”

“I need a stapler!”

…

“Elphie,”

“Yes?”

“Oh, so you respond to it now?”

“What - I-”

“No need for words, Elphie, that is who you are now.”

…

“I heard cupcakes~!”

“Yes, we do indeed have cupcakes, my sweet,”

“My sweet? That’s new,”

“What can I say? You’re the personification of candy,”

“And you’re a sour patch kid packed into a person,”

…

"You're reading,"

"We've been over this, I can read just fine Elphaba-"

"You took my recommendation,"

"Yes I did- why are you on the verge of tears?"

…

“Elphaba,”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No, why?”

“You didn’t call me Elphie,”

“Aw, you’re used to it!”

…

"My sweet,"

"Yes, Elphie?"

Fiyero held up his hand, "Hold up, rewind, what did you two just say?"

…

"I want coffee, Elphie. Let's go get coffee."

"I'm driving, Glinda, and how did you get my number?"

"I have my ways, come to Three Queens, I'm at table two."

…

“To this day, I have not used the heart method,”

“She does not listen to me, I’ve tried teaching her on three separate occasions.”

…

“I hate these 3×3 pieces so much, do you need that much space?!?”

“I could say the same about you," she gestured to the piles of luggage the blonde brought with her.

“That’s not the same. I’m adorable Elphie, I deserve it.”

. . .

Elphaba pulled out her phone and dialed a number she had memorized since the first time she and Glinda went out for coffee.

“Where are you?!” She whispered as the staff members huddled together, no doubt wondering where that infuriating blonde was.

“Running down the street on my heels,”

“Excuse me—?”

“I found a bike, Elphie! Oh yes, can I borrow— here’s a hundred, have a nice day!”

“You—”

“I’m on the way Elphie, I love you, bye!”

Elphaba paused as the girl on the other end of the line hung up. She blinked at her screen, then she muttered, “I love you?”

. . .

Elphaba placed the blocks on her screen, her mind occupied with what the blonde sitting next to her said before hanging up. Glinda had arrived, running on heels for a mile and on a bike for the other two. Thankfully, she arrived thirty minutes before the event started.

Shoot.

Wrong block placement.

She saw Glinda lean over and point to the 2×2, “Here. " Then, she moved the block, clearing part of the board, just enough for the other pieces.

“Thank you,” she muttered. She couldn’t help but smile as the blonde effortlessly cleared her own board, placing block after block without a care in the world.

Maybe she should at least try to enjoy the damn thing instead of having a breakdown over not getting the right blocks.

. . .

"And in third place, Elphaba Thropp and Galinda Upland!”

The blonde shot up from her chair, squealing, wrapping her arms around the older girl’s neck as she laughed. She giggled, burying her face into the crook of her neck as Elphaba took their medals. They put their medals on each other, giggling incessantly as they came down from the stage to the audience, where Crope and Tibett brought party poppers while Pfanne and Shenshen squealed so high they nearly shattered a glass.

…

“We won,” Glinda whispered as they got in Elphaba's car, with the green girl in the driver’s seat and her in the passenger's seat. Glinda wondered how Fiyero was, looking for the car she abandoned in the midst of traffic.

“Yes, we did my sweet.” Elphaba nodded, adjusting the back view mirror.

“We should celebrate!” She squealed, buckling herself and Elphaba up.

“Aren’t we already having dinner with everyone?”

“I meant, just us,” She looked out the window. “You and me, we should celebrate together, Elphie.”

“Oh,” She blinked. “I see,”

“So?”

Elphaba grinned, “Of course, my sweet,”

. . .

It’s been a few months since the first competition. And Glinda met up with a very familiar green girl in a café one quiet afternoon.

“Elphie!” she waved, upon seeing her tucked away, Elphaba walked over, sitting across from her.

“I haven’t seen you since last week,” she smiled. “How are Popsie and Momsicle?” 

“Oh, they’re fine, they absolutely adore the names you’ve made up for them,” Sne smiled, leaning forward. “How has my emerald been?”

Elphaba scoffed at the new-found nickname, “Every day there’s a new pet name,” she chuckled, “I’ve been fine. Though I missed you terribly.”

Glinda giggled, a familiar warmth creeping up her neck to her cheeks. “Oh, you’re such a flirt, Miss Elphaba.” she pulled out her phone and smirked.

“Whoever loses pays the bill,” She challenged, the green girl’s grin widened.

“You're on, my sweet.”

This work can be found on Ao3 here

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[spiribia]

wait why was glinda for real giddy to fight for liir x trism but for rain x ozma she was just like You two will blow up. is she a fujoshi

[lustsansenthusiastx3]

lust with a masc-ish fit!!:3