#quadling country

[thatweirdoziangirl]

Fellow Ozians, I've got a question for you! Given the scary political climate of the US, and for much of the world these days, if you could escape to the Marvelous land of Oz today, which country would you settle in?

[lowtideandhightea]

honestly. i like the book and the musical equally as pieces of media playing with the same general story but dealing with very different constraints that nonetheless both achieved their goals very well.

and do not get me wrong! i do want to see the movie! and im sure i will enjoy it in a way very similar to the musical

but i think if someone was going to make a wicked movie, they should have dome so in a way that allowed the different medium to... be different from the musical. personally, it would have been nice to see a middle ground struck that brought in more of the quirky elements and deeper and darker themes of the book.

or maybe thats asking too much of a movie. maybe what i want is one of those insufferable prestige tv shows as an adaption that would be willing to play more with the depth of the societal issues of the oz presented in the book.

the musical is such a glossy, fun thing. and i love it deeply!!! but i feel deeply the void - even in the leading characters - left by taking so much of the more complex themes out.

as deeply as i love musical glinda and elphaba's relationship, i miss even moreso the galinda who insisted she wasn't very good at thinking, only to debate philosophy of morality and religion's role in it with elphaba, who then proudly announced that galinda WAS thinking

[forlornfig]

Reread wicked again. I love the musical with all my heart but the book has something really special to it. It goes against the whole chosen-one trope and instead details the lives of children, students, adults moving through the world while facism rises around them. And like regardless of what their views are- they’re pretty powerless to stop it. They can only experience it.

I understand that this may make the plot seem slow or oddly paced but it’s not really about the hero’s journey, it’s about ordinary people’s lives. Elphaba is NOT the hero, or even the anti-hero. We might agree with her morals over other characters but she actually accomplishes very little. Almost every moral crusade she undertakes fails. She dies as just one of the many symbols of the resistance. The most productive rebellions we hear about comes from the Vinkus allyships and that happens in the background. Even the succession of munchkinland is a controversial event for its citizens.

Wicked isn’t a book about good saving the day, or about compassion unifying the country.

At the end of the book, Elphaba and Glinda are divided by morals, Fiyero died for a cause he was never that much a part of, and Boq and the others have retreated into the background to protect their own. The wizard leaves yes, but he leaves behind a society in political turmoil. Munchkinland is facing re-annexation, the Vinkus is under attack, the Animals and the Quadlings have been shoved almost out of existence. The wizard can’t even be called the true Villain because his leaving does miraculously turn society back to “good”.

Wicked is about radicalism and facism can very quickly become the norm for a society through a series of tiny and almost ignorable steps for those not directly affected. It’s about waking up and realizing that all of a sudden you can’t remember the last time you saw an Animal walking free through the city.

[thisshadeofred]

Little tears fall from Orion's eyes as the storm rages outside. But then Mimi is holding onto him a little tighter, and she's singing to him. He's still upset, but Mimi's singing has always calmed him down.

The last of his little tears fall, and Mimi is still rubbing on his back and singing. He starts to settle, pulling his blanket halfway over himself and halfway over Mimi. It's always better to share, that's what Mama says.

"How much longer until Mama comes home?" he asks, his tears making him a little sniffly. "Will the storm still be here then?"

Orion loves Mimi with all this heart, but he wants them all to be together- when Mimi's gone he asks Mama the same questions time and time again. He doesn't understand why they have to travel anywhere overnight. They should be home with him.

"I don't like it when she's gone..."

She hums softly.

"Yes, she is very brave, braver than all of us..." She says, caressing his head sweetly. His next words are a little scary though, but she tries not to let it get over her head.

They don't know what kinds of powers Orion might have, but he is Elphaba's. There's a chance he acquired some magic as well, if not a lot of it.

And Glinda hopes it isn't prophecy.

"She's--" The loud thunder interrupts her and she pulls her baby closer, rubbing his back gently. "Shhh... Shh... Here."

She starts singing gently to him. An old lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was the child afraid of storms. About protecting and loving the person the song is sung to.

She closes her eyes as she sings it to him, her mind also going to Elphaba and the song becomes an enchantment. A protection spell to reach and protect her as well.

[apollosdreams]

Saint Elphaba Thropp, current Eminent Thropp and ruler of Munchkinland, features an exclusive signed and limited edition of Cozmapolitan for the New Year.

The exclusive feature includes the Eminent's forward policies and advocacy on Animal Rights, the offer of ruling by the Quadling Country, a wholesome yet steamy interview with regards to her aching fevers, and finally addressing the scandalocious rumor of her engagement with the People's Good Witch, Galinda Upland of the Arduenna clan.

The Eminent Thropp also gives us a tour of her achievements, ranging from certificates from her childhood, to national sparring and swimming trophies. Even giving us an explicit look to what REALLY made her swim fast in the water.

Get ready to get wet!

Signing out! - Milla

[wicked-barbie]

I feel her heart beating in me

Wicked: Elphaba Thropp x fem!reader

Rating: Teen

WC: 1.4k 

Prompt: “I'm everything she never was. Now everyone's out for my blood” -Anything Like Me by Poppy for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: WLW, blending of book and musical lore, angst, SPOILERS IF YOU’RE NOT FAMILIAR WITH HOW THE MUSICAL ENDS

Summary: You’re on the run with Elphaba, finding a brief respite in Quadling Country

Elphaba’s hand furled tightly around yours, her pointed green nails nipping your skin as she tugged you along. You gasped for air as you focused on running as fast as you could, the Grimmerie tucked tightly under your other arm. There wasn’t any time to waste; Fiyero’s cryptic message arrived only moments ago, providing very little time for escape. The broom slipped between Elphaba’s thighs as you wrapped one arm tightly around her waist as she lifted into the sky. Behind you, the winged monkeys followed, and a few swooped down to attack the guards and keep them off Elphaba’s trail.

You pressed your face into Elphie’s shoulder, trembling as your other arm continued to grip the Grimmerie. “Where will we go?” you whispered.

“I don’t know,” Elphaba answered honestly.

When your wits returned, you suggested, “Quadling Country seems the safest choice. They’ve grown tired of being exploited by the Wizard. Surely, they might aid our cause.”

“Our cause, is it?” Elphaba teased, and even though you couldn’t see it, you knew there was a smirk on her face.

“We are in this together whether you like it or not,” you pointed out.

“I’m glad,” she replied honestly, resting one hand on top of yours as the other gripped the broom handle.

The hill to cross into Quadling Country was steep and rocky, and you felt relief when your feet finally settled on the smooth, red-paved road. Quadling Country mimicked the Emerald City, but everything was bathed in red instead of green. Even the occupants possessed a deep ruddy, and beautiful complexion.

“It is her! The Witch!” a woman screamed, pointing her finger accusingly.

“Hush! She stands against the Wizard, the man who has worked us to the bone and exploited us,” a man responded.

“We welcome you, witch!” a few voices cheered amongst the gathering masses.

“Her name is Elphaba, my good people,” you smiled.

“Miss Elphaba! Miss Elphaba! You are safe here!”

Her hand reached for yours, fingers entwining tightly as a sense of relief washed over you and her. Some of the crowd had taken to handing various fruits to the monkeys, clearly delighted by them, too. You and Elphaba were shown to a rustic farmhouse and given food and shelter. It would suffice for a day or two. You had no idea of how fast the Guard might catch up, and you only hoped this wasn’t a trick. It would be quite irritating to wake up with a knife pressed to your throat. The cup of red mint tea cradled in your hands soothed your nerves.

A fire roared in the hearth, bathing the spacious room in an orange glow. Elphaba removed her hat and stripped off her black robe, leaving her in a simple, dark purple, sleeveless frock.

“Will you help me loosen my braid?” she asked, sitting in front of you.

“Of course,” you smiled, sitting your mug down and moving your fingers through her thick, black tresses to loosen the braid.

“I’m exhausted,” she sighed, leaning back against your chest.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and rested your chin on her shoulder. “Me too. Let us try to get some rest,” you murmured, shifting so the two of you were lying down and facing each other. You gazed into her eyes, noting the hues of jade and olive, with flecks of dazzling seafoam around her inner iris. There were times when they appeared dark, bathed in amber and chestnuts. Elphaba was a peculiar being, unearthly and hauntingly beautiful.

The two of you intertwined, limbs furling until they almost became one. Her lips held a tinge of sweetness that you savored as her long nails pleasantly scraped down your back. Her hands slipped up your tattered shirt, her warmth spreading through you. You gazed into her eyes, noting the hues of jade and olive, with flecks of dazzling seafoam around her inner iris. There were times when they appeared dark, bathed in amber and chestnuts. Elphaba was a peculiar being, unearthly and hauntingly beautiful. It was hard not to fall under her spell.

Your forehead rested against her, allowing your eyes to close as you held Elphaba. It would be a new day tomorrow, and still, you were by her side. It was a small thing that you were beyond grateful for, and cherished the nights spent in her arms. You detested how she had been painted the villain and sought to spread the truth of the deceiving Wizard. If the Quadlings learned the truth, it would spread throughout the Land of Oz.

A few days passed, and Quadling Country continued to provide a safe haven. While the inhabitants were impressed by Elphaba’s sorcery and entertained by the winged monkeys, especially with Chistery’s attempts to speak, you made yourself valuable with other skills. Though Elphaba had taught you little spells, the townfolk enjoyed your trick of making a daisy rise from the pavement cracks or when you could summon a kaleidoscope of butterflies. It was fun to watch the monkeys fly after the multicolored insects. Apart from those limited feats, you were a gifted cook and a whiz with a needle and thread.

By the end of the week, it was time for you and Elphaba to move on, even though you had grown to love the Quadlings.

“We will spread your truth, Miss Elphaba.” You watched her face glow happily as she held the woman’s hands.

“I have a gift for you, Miss, since you cannot fly,” a young male smiled. He brought forth a beautiful dark black horse, its fur the same color as Elphaba’s rich raven hair.

Your eyes brimmed with tears of gratitude. “This is very kind of you.” You warmly hugged him, waving and calling out heartfelt goodbyes before departing with Elphaba and the monkeys.

~~

Happiness was fleeting, was it not? Tears streamed down your face as Elphaba cradled it tenderly in her hands, her thumbs swiping away your tears.

“I will always love you,” she whispered before her lips captured yours in a deep kiss.

“Your name will forever be on my heart. Please be happy, my love,” you sniffled, holding her close. 

The trap was set. The ruse worked, and all of Oz believed the Wicked Witch was dead when, in fact, she had fled with Fiyero by her side. You couldn’t begrudge him; love was an odd thing, and what you shared with Elphaba would never be forgotten or tarnished. You kept a lock of her ebony hair pinned to the inside of your dress; her scent lingered behind on your nose, and the warmth of her lips burned your own. Her hat had been left behind, a cherished possession you would never relinquish. 

“She’s dead?” Glinda asked, her voice cracking as her shoes clipped against the castle floor.

You whirled around to face her. “I suppose you won.” It was imperative to keep this a secret, even from Glinda, even while knowing Elphaba had disappeared safely. Keep them safe; may their bones never break, and may they never die.

Her jaw dropped. “I was her friend! I was your friend! And that is all you can say to me?” Fury laced her lilting voice.

“You betrayed her! Made her the enemy to serve your own ambitions,” you snapped, fists balling at your side.

“And I regret that.” Truth strained in the word.

“Then help me make it right. Help me continue her legacy; what she wished to achieve can still be done,” you pleaded.

She swallowed hard, gripping the Grimmerie tightly.

“That’s what I thought.”

You stormed past her, stopping when she grabbed your shoulder.

“This is yours now. Protect it, and I wish you all the luck, my friend,” Glinda whispered, pressing the Grimmerie into your hands when you turned to face her.

You softened, glancing into her warm, doe eyes, and felt your anger melt away. “Thank you, my friend.”

Her lips were butterfly-soft against your cheek.

You tucked the Grimmerie safely into your leather bag and then mounted your horse, Zixi. You settled Elphaba’s hat on top of your head, your cape billowing behind you as Zixi galloped away. You cast your gaze to the sky while keeping a tight grip on the reins.

So if you care to find me, look to the western sky.

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you rode toward the west with newfound hope pulsing through your chest and a kaleidoscope of colorful butterflies leading the way.

“I will never forget you, Elphaba Thropp,” you whispered, disappearing into the forest with a promise to fulfill.

[princess-ibri]

Made some more Disney Oz stuff! (Click for better quality)

Little line up of how the characters would overall look for Disney's "The Wizard of Oz"

And then a family tree of how I'd link the characters together (usually I try to only use Baum created names but Singra is a really good name for the Wicked Witch of the South so we'll let it slide)

So my thoughts on the Glinda/Evanora/Theodora backstory is that Glinda was the daughter of King Pastoria, with Locasta the Witch of the North. But she vanished one day, and after a year of fruitless searching and another of mourning, Pastoria decided his daughter needed a mother, and married his Grand Vizir Singra, the Witch of the South.

Little did he know that Singra was actually wicked, and had been behind his first wife's disappearance.

For a while, the girls were all happy enough together. Young Theodora especially loved her new father and sister. But as they grew older, things began to change. Singra asserted more and more control of the kingdom, and Evanora followed after her footsteps, and her stepfather was convinced to name her as the official Witch of the East.

Eventually Singra made her move, and killed Pastoria--but Glinda caught her in the act, and in an attempt to save her father also ended the life of the Wicked Witch. Her defeat of Singra also gives Glinda her title of Witch of the South, on top of her royal one.

Evanora was unable to prevent Glinda from fleeing the palace and soon took up her mother's postiton as Grand Vizir/Steward of Oz, telling everyone that Glinda was responsible for the King's death. Her own powers grew in wickedness but cost her her beauty, and she was forced to rely on the magical amulet her mother used to cover her true face. She also instates her sister as the new Witch of the North.

(Singra had wished to have Evanora instated as Witch of the North, but the title could only be granted by previous holder, either willingly or through their death. Singra had been unable to truly defeat Locasta, instead locking her memories and true form away in that of an old woman named Tatty-poo, so the title could not be truly passed on, but Evanora told Theodora and the people of Oz it had been officially transfered to consolidate power)

(During her reign Evanora also had a daughter, Mombi, with the Crooked Magician Dr Nikidik)

The events of Oz the Great and Powerful happen, and Evanora and Theodora are cast out, Theodora taking up the title of Wicked Witch of the West after fleeing to Winkie Country, and Evanora the Wicked Witch of the East. They go out to battle against Glinda and Oscar from time to time, and in one battle, a firework costs Theodora one of her eyes.

Oscar and Glinda are not without their own losses though. During this time they’re blessed with a baby girl, who they name Ozma, and for several years they’re happy together, even if having to pretend Oscar is the Wonderful all powerful Wizard takes its toil. And Oscar realizes that this charade can’t last forever, for several reasons, both that he can only pretend for so long due to aging—and that both Glinda and Ozma will far outlive him due to actually being magic. In an attempt to rectify that, he seeks out a magical potion that will grant him eternal life—but the Enchantress who gives it to him is in fact Mombi, the daughter of Evanora, who tricks Oscar into giving over Ozma (his greatest treasure) to her in exchange for the potion, not realizing what he’s done.

(Ozma is trapped in a mirror that also sends part of her out into Our World, where she will later meet Dorothy in Return to Oz)

When Oscar realizes his daughter has been spirited away and that it’s his fault, his and Glinda’s relationship suffers drastically. He retreats from even her into his role of the Wizard, and she removes herself from the Emerald City to live in Quadling Country.

Meanwhile, Evanora becomes increasingly desperate to regain her lost beauty, even having Theodora's old ruby slippers stolen from the Palace in hopes of using their wishing magic--but a Kansas farmhouse costs her the opportunity.

From there the events of The Wizard of Oz plays out, (still deciding what I want to do with Theodora) but events will also happen that end with Oscar and Glinda going off together to try and find their daughter, thus explaining Glinda’s absence in Return to Oz

Return to Oz happens, and in following adventures afterwards Dorothy helps reunite Ozma with her parents, and even her grandmother Locasta

And that’s what I’ve got for Disney Oz for now!

(Also Dorothy gets to be a witch)

[doodleimprovement]

Shiz Babysitters AU: The Aftermath of a Twister

Premise: How Fiyero found Dorothy

Characters: Fiyero, Dorothy, Boq

AO3 Link: Read Here!

Author Notes: It begiiiiiiiins :3c

If you asked Fiyero Tigelaar what his talents were, he’d tell you it was “enjoying life” 

If you tried instead to ask about his aptitude, he’d reply with a grin and a glib joke about his attitude. 

If, in your growing frustration, you ask him if he was good at anything that mattered, he’d say that nothing does. 

These were all lies, obviously, because everyone is good at something! 

Prince Fiyero however, preferred lowered expectations. Under-promise? Over-deliver!

That’s why he was skipping class! Not because math made him feel actually stupid

Nope. Not at all. 

Besides, he needed to see what the forest around Shiz looked like after that wild storm last night. 

His roommate said it was a rare phenomena called a “twister”, and that they were often omens - often carrying magic within them. 

And a part of Fiyero - the curious part he rarely indulged in - urged him to see whatever this so-called twitter had brought to Shiz. 

As he started his rather casual exploration, he took in what differences he could notice. There weren't a lot, but if you knew where to look, you could tell something blew through. 

Some trees were stripped of their leaves, a few branches hanging on by a thread, and - pointedly - a distinct lack of any lower-case animals wandering around. That meant the storm had gotten pretty nasty on the ground. 

Fiyero wondered if he should have brought Feldspur with him - if only for the company. 

But then his eyes caught something that definitely had not been there on his last nature walk. 

Wood - Planks - A Wall?

As it came into view, he realized it was some small shed-like structure. Two meters on one side, a little less on the other, with some splintered wood at the bottom, showing it was forcibly moved. Comically, the door was closed. 

“Huh… Did the twister bring this here?” He muttered to himself, before hearing something go THUNK! causing him to jump. 

Oh, sweet Oz, was there something inside??

There was a little noise, it didn’t sound like an animal, or an Animal… 

At a bit of a loss for what to do, he… knocked. 

“Uhm, hello? Is someone in here? Something?” 

The door rattled, and then slowly opened. 

There was nothing at Fiyero’s eye level. His eyes traveled down… down.. Until he made eye contact with a pair of brown, very human, eyes. 

Oh, oh there’s a child in here!! 

“Hello there! You probably shouldn’t be here, hm?” 

The little girl staring up at him looked rather disheveled, in a young child’s dress with a dirtied gingham pattern and high neckline. Her hair was in some unkempt braids tied with what looked like twine. She was only wearing one shoe. 

Fiyero didn’t need to use much deep thought to figure out that she wasn’t from around here. 

She wasn’t saying anything. He could see the fear in those big eyes. 

Taking a page from his nanny’s book, he took a second to get down on one knee so he was no longer towering over the girl. 

“You’re not from around here?” He offered, and she shook her head. “Well, do you know where you are?” She shook her head again “You’re near Shiz University, in Gillikin?” 

Her confused expression was not a good sign. 

“Huh, you’re a long way from home then! Shiz is all the way in Central Gillikin, so if you don’t even recognize that name you must be from far off!” He explained, keeping his tone light. “So, where are you from then? Vinkus?” 

She shook her head. 

“Munchkin Land?”

She shook her head again. 

“Quadling Country?”

She giggled a little at the name, expression seeming calmer as she shook her head once more. 

“Heh, it is a bit of a funny name, isn’t it?” He admitted “But those are all of the major provinces here in Oz… Where are you from then, if you don’t mind me asking?” He offered the little girl a smile, and her hands finally left the door, going to grab onto her dress 

“... Kansas” Her sweet little voice rung out, a little hoarse, a little nervous “Been raised in Topeka but I’d been moved t’Butler County” 

Oh. Wow. Fiyero hadn’t heard of any of those places. He pondered, briefly, if he shouldn’t have skipped geography, but then remembered that he knew every major province in Oz as a necessity of being a prince, and there was no way that if she was of Oz, that he wouldn’t have heard of at least one of those places. 

“Well… I’ve never been to this “Can-Sass” you speak of” He started “Nor of a “Toe-peek-ah” and the only butler I know is the one at my family castle in Vinkus” 

“... Castle?” 

Hah. Just as he planned. 

“Castle! I’m a prince, you know!” 

She shook her head “Uh-uh, I don’t know!” 

Happy to get her talking more, he took a chance to stand up “Well, that’s because I haven’t introduced myself!” He bowed as low as he could possibly go, comically so, and was pleased when he got his desired reaction of giggles. 

“Prince Fiyero Tigelaar of the Vinkus!” He popped his head back up to look at her “And to who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” 

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, with a little - and very adorable - smile on her face “My - My name’s Dorothy” 

“Dorothy. Ah! What a lovely name! Dorothy of Kansas: has a ring to it, wouldn't you say?” 

Shrugging her one shoulder, she looked around the forest they were in, and Fiyero pointedly noticed that the animals were starting to return. While this forest was mostly harmless for the adult students at Shiz, it was no place for children. 

Fiyero may be a fool, but he was not heartless. 

“Now, Little Miss Dorothy!” He caught her full attention again “As a fancy prince with good manners, I cannot - In good conscience! - leave a fair young lady by herself!” He got another giggle from her as he waved his hand around before offering it “I’m sure you don’t wanna stay in the forest, do you?” 

She seemed to take a look around the fantastical forest, and gave a shake of her head again, taking his hand. Her little hand was completely enveloped in his. Fiyero wondered if all kids were this tiny and adorable - not like he spent a lot of time with children. 

“Wher’ we goin?” She asked meekly. 

“Well, I’m gonna walk you over to the school I'm going to!” He explained “There’s a lot of people there that can help you out. Certainly you would like to return to this “Can-Sass”” 

She nodded “Mhm, uh-huh. My Auntie Em gotta be lookin’ f’r me” She contemplated. 

“Your auntie? She watches you?” 

Dorothy nodded again as Fiyero started leading the way with her in hand “Her an’ my Uncle Henry” 

“Ahh aunt and uncle. Watching you for your parents - awful nice of them!” 

Dorothy went quiet at that, not responding to him. When he looked down at her, she was starting at the forest floor. Her hand was limp in his. 

Oh. Okay. Parents are a bad topic. Abort - Abort! 

“Say - does Can-sass have universities?” 

“Huh?” 

“Does your land have big schools like Shiz? Do you perhaps go to one?”

She looked back up at him at the question “I don’t go to school yet. Auntie Em says I don’t gotta go till next year. I was s’posed to go this year, but that was in Topeka…” 

“Is Topeka different from Butler County?” He questioned, and she nodded - sure did like to nod and shake her head, didn’t she?

“They’re very different, Mister Prince F’yero” 

“Care to try to explain to me? I know nothing of your strange foreign land!” He grinned “Please, do explain!!” 

“Uhh, uhm, well, Topeka…” 

She didn’t use a lot of big words, and there was some humming to fill space, but it got her talking, and that was what he wanted to get that sad little expression off of her face. 

Once they got to Shiz, he’d find a professor and hand her off so one of the faculty could get her taken care of. Easy! His good deed for today. 

It was a good thing the girl was so charming, he would certainly remember her fondly

--

Boq Woodsman had what could generously be called mixed feelings on his roommate. 

On the one hand, he was a prince, coasting through his life. 

On the other hand, he was actually a pretty decent friend, all things considered. 

He wasn’t being a good friend now, what with missing for most of the day, but that wasn’t currently relevant. 

What was relevant was his roommate, showing up wearing a hooded cape with a child clinging to his leg. 

“.... Hello there, Boq” Fiyero’s fake smile overtook his face “This is Dorothy!” 

The little girl, looking a little disheveled and missing a shoe (though she didn't seem bothered by it) gave him a shy wave from behind Fiyero’s leg. 

“.... Fiyero- Why is there a child here?” 

“Ah, yes, the why. Can I delay that question while we get out that cot under your bed?” The prince took off the cloak after he shut the door to their dorm room, and hung it up right on the hooks. “Dorothy could use a rest - we’ve had an eventful afternoon, haven’t we?” 

She nodded up to him, staring at the prince like he hung the moon, which made Boq roll his eyes. She did look tired, and clearly there was a story here. 

“Fine. Fine.”The munchkin stood up from his desk “But you better explain everything” 

“You have my word, friend - Are you ready for a little rest, Little Dot?” 

Boq sighed, marching over his bed and pulling the cot out, mentally preparing himself for whatever ridiculous story his roommate was about to tell him. 

It’d be interesting, if nothing else. 

[sapphic-circles]

Amelioration

Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba

Word count: 4649

Summary: Glinda knows Elphaba is alive and that she’s been back in Oz for years, because someone always seems to be watching her and looking out for her. But all she wants is to see her friend again, and she’s desperate enough to go to extreme lengths for it.

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CW for self harm/suicide attempt

It started not long after the third anniversary of the Melting. Glinda remembers this, because that’s how she measures time: by the day the Wicked Witch melted. It wasn’t always like that, of course; there were the years before the Melting that Glinda measured time by the day that Elphaba left. And before that, though it was so long ago that she hardly remembers, she simply used the month and year like any other Ozian.

The eleventh anniversary of the Melting will be coming up soon, and Glinda doesn’t know whether she’ll survive this one. Every year she loses some of her ability to breathe, as well as a portion of her sanity, because every year she must pretend that the Wicked Witch is dead, and that she is grateful for it, and that she doesn’t know the Wicked Witch has been lingering just out of her sight for the last eight years.

It started with something innocuous enough. Just days after the third anniversary, Glinda had stumbled with a drink in her hand and nearly spilled it and its bloodred contents all over her favorite gown. She should have spilled it on her gown, but the wine had parted around the fabric to land in two distinct puddles on the floor.

So, of course Glinda thought she’d finally begun to use magic subconsciously. What other explanation was there? Wine doesn’t just avoid expensive clothing when spilled, and no one else had been around to see the near-miss. At least, she didn’t think there had been.

News had begun circulating around Oz around that time that the Scarecrow had returned. Glinda tried to ignore it at first—what should it matter to her that Fiyero was back if he couldn’t be bothered to drop in and say hello? Never mind the fact that she wasn’t meant to know it was him. He could do what he pleased, and Glinda would continue her work as if that sack of straw were meaningless to her.

And as if she hadn’t been hoping for news of the return of another figure from those events eleven years ago.

She shouldn’t have expected it, and it was pathetic to hope for something like that. Elphaba was dead to the world, and she wouldn’t have stirred things up by returning then. The simple fact was that she’d left Oz—left Glinda—without warning. Oh, sure, Glinda wasn’t supposed to know; she was supposed to believe the Wicked Witch had melted alongside the rest of the mindless, hateful sheep of the country, but she couldn’t pretend for even a moment that it was true.

No, that’s a lie. She had believed it briefly, just for a clock tick, when it had happened.

Those screams had been convincing enough to fool her in the moment. They’d pierced through her chest as if she’d shared Elphaba’s agony, felt it along with her. It wasn’t until the screaming faded away that Glinda’s mind cleared, and she realized how ridiculous it was. Of course Elphaba wasn’t dead. Anyone who had known her for any real amount of time would have seen her in the rain, or washing her hands, or—if they were lucky, and Glinda was quite certain she had been the only one so lucky, though it had only been one time—in the bath.

Which meant Elphaba had put her whole heart into the performance of a lifetime, knowing Glinda was listening, with the sole intention to leave. Glinda hated thinking it, but she couldn’t help but feel as if it would have hurt less if Elphaba had died that day.

But that was a lie, too. Glinda was angry, and she would always be angry, but she could never wish Elphaba dead.

It started with the wine. Maybe a few other little things here and there: the key Glinda had misplaced appearing right in the middle of her desk, the Quadling representative at a public address suddenly losing his trousers after attempting to embarrass her. Those could have been coincidences, though.

What really blew Elphaba’s cover, whether she realized it or not, was the day several months later that Glinda had been taking a walk through the gardens and lost her balance on a slick stone by the pond. She almost fell in, which would have very thoroughly ruined her day, except that she was caught by magic.

It’s easy to recognize magic after one has felt it once or twice. It’s not so easy to recognize the signature, the invisible something in the magic that marks it as belonging to one sorcerer or another, like a fingerprint. But Glinda knew Elphaba, and even after all those years, she felt the Wicked Witch’s signature as easily as if the magic catching her had been Elphaba’s very own arms.

Her breath stopped when it happened. Surely Elphaba hadn’t returned to Oz? Not just to stay hidden and save Glinda from slippery floors. There was no other explanation for what she’d felt, though, and for a moment she actually believed her dear old friend had come to see her again, that she would reveal herself in all her green glory among the verdant foliage of the gardens and ask forgiveness for what she’d done.

But she never showed herself. Not even after Glinda collapsed in tears beside the pond and begged her to come out, just as she had the night of the Melting, and just like that night, her pleas fell on deaf ears. Dead people can’t hear, after all, apparently even when they’re not really dead.

But they can watch.

Glinda had decided then that she hates Elphaba. Another lie, of course, but she hoped that if she thought it hard enough, it would be true. So, she hates Elphaba for leaving. Hates her for coming back, hates her for always seeming to be around and especially hates her for never, ever once in the near-decade she’s been back, allowing Glinda to see her. Not even a glimpse spared for the woman who had thrown away her own hopes and dreams to take on her cause, her responsibilities. Oz, does Elphaba even understand everything Glinda has sacrificed for her? Or does she simply not care?

It’s getting harder. Not just the undefined state of her former friend’s existence—though Glinda did spend about a year wondering whether Elphaba really had died at some point and had decided to haunt her for the rest of her life—but everything. Every little thing is getting harder every single year.

Glinda spent this past year making as many mistakes as she could, just to see whether Elphaba had a limit. She doesn’t seem to, considering the helpful little spells have never stopped, but Glinda has found that the Wicked Witch isn’t always watching after all. There are times, usually late at night or in the early morning, that she’ll fumble a glass and watch it shatter or slip up with a knife in the kitchen and cut her finger.

It feels wrong to admit, but she actually likes the feeling of it, of knowing she’s done something that Elphaba would normally have stopped, like some minuscule act of rebellion. So, she starts doing it more and more, just to feel something besides the mind-numbing drone of politics. Or, maybe she’s hoping the Wicked Witch will get fed up with it and confront her. Anything to break up the monotony of what has become Glinda the Good’s perfect little life.

“You know,” Glinda says the night before the eleventh anniversary, as she sips on her fourth glass of wine to prepare for yet another celebration of Elphaba’s death, “I really wish we could stop playing this horrendible game. Surely you don’t still think I believe you’re gone, Elphaba? It’s not like you’ve been subtle.”

She doesn’t get an answer, of course. Why would she?

“Or maybe you just think I’m an idiot,” Glinda murmurs. “And maybe I am. But it really would have been easier to move on if you weren’t still here, you know. It’s really quite wicked of you to do this to me.”

Glinda grips the glass in her hand as tears threaten to well up in her eyes. No, she will not cry over this. Elphaba doesn’t deserve any more of her tears. Or maybe she does, if it’ll make her feel bad. Surely she feels bad when Glinda cries over her? She must care deeply about the Good Witch’s happiness and wellbeing to have haunted her so thoroughly for so long, saving her from even the most mundane inconveniences.

Glinda doesn’t understand it. How could Elphaba care so much, but never do the one thing Glinda actually wants her to do? Needs her to do? If things keep going this way for much longer, Glinda won’t be able to take it anymore. Something will snap, and she’s not sure what will happen when it does, or who might get hurt. Probably only herself—although, Elphaba would probably stop it before she even earned any kind of release from it.

It’s this line of thinking, coupled with one too many drinks, that drives Glinda to the decision that she simply will not allow this to continue.

She’s confronted Elphaba before. Maybe not so directly—she doesn’t want anyone overhearing and learning that the Wicked Witch is truly still alive—but she has begged and pleaded for Elphaba to show her face just once, to come back into Glinda’s sight for just one night, to allow her a proper goodbye if she would be so insistent on depriving Glinda of her presence.

Now, Glinda throws back the rest of her wine and sits the glass down on her beside table hard enough that it breaks, just long enough for the jagged edge to nick Glinda’s palm before the glass repairs itself.

Glinda laughs. “So you are watching right now,” she says. “Good. You’d better listen to me, Elphaba Thropp. I’m done with this. If you don’t get your green ass in here right now, I’m—I’m going to make you regret it.”

Great Oz, eleven years since she’d last seen Elphaba’s face or heard her voice and Glinda still can’t manage a proper threat. Not that she doesn’t have the practice—unruly dignitaries and political troublemakers have earned her malice more than once—but what could she even truly threaten Elphaba with? It rings hollow with the knowledge that even if Glinda knew where to find her, she could never hurt her old friend.

But she could hurt herself, which Elphaba seems so incredibly averse to.

Oh, yes. That would certainly catch Elphaba’s attention. Perhaps it would even prompt her to finally listen. Perhaps, if Glinda is feeling brave enough, she could make it so bad that Elphaba would be forced to show herself. Sure, yes, it would be risky, but…does it matter? If she dies, at least she’ll be free from the sense that she’s slowly losing her life, anyway.

Ironically, Glinda feels more alive than she has in years as she takes the newly mended wine glass into her hand and brings it down hard, with visible intention, on the nightstand.

“You want to fix things for me?” Glinda hisses. “Fix what you broke and help me.”

She draws the sharp end of the glass stem down her arm so quickly that she doesn’t even have time to prepare herself for the pain—and quickly enough that Elphaba doesn’t react in time to stop her. She grits her teeth and whimpers as she pushes the glass as deep into her flesh as she physically can, to the point that she thinks faintly she may have scraped bone.

It doesn’t last long, of course. Elphaba’s magic wrenches the glass away from her and sends it flying into the opposite wall, which Glinda realizes smugly is the first time Elphaba’s calm demeanor has ever seemed rattled.

Glinda clutches at her arm, nails digging into the unmarked skin around the wound as the blood wells up around her hand, flowing freely from such a deep laceration. It fucking hurts, but somehow it feels good, too. Healing magic is tricky, and as far as she knows, impossible to do from any kind of distance. This wound would keep bleeding and keep hurting and keep killing her until Elphaba finally shows up or until Glinda runs dry—whichever comes first.

She does expect Elphaba to show up. Glinda can’t imagine after all she’s done from the shadows that Elphaba would allow her to die. She must be nearby if she’s watching, after all, and she’d be in no danger of discoveration in the confines of Glinda’s private quarters.

But perhaps Glinda had underestimated how truly unwilling Elphaba would be to show herself even now, because as time ticks by and there’s more blood on her nightgown and on the floor than she’s ever seen in her life, she’s still alone.

Glinda backs into the wall and slides down to the floor as it gets harder to stand, her heart pounding feverishly and her face wet with tears. Maybe Elphaba was never even there. Maybe Glinda’s sanity has been gone for much longer than she’d thought, and she’s only been imagining the Wicked Witch’s presence. Maybe it was all some elaborate subconscious excuse to one day kill herself. Wouldn’t that be something?

Honestly, though, Glinda doesn’t want to die. What she wants is for things to change, but if they can’t change in the way she’d prefer, she supposes this is fine. And the pain, at least—the oscillation of stinging and dull throbbing through her arm and her chest—distracts from the pain of knowing she truly has lost the only person who had ever understood her.

Glinda leans her head back against the wall and closes her eyes. It feels odd, dying. She can feel her heart racing in her chest as if she’d run a marathon, but the rest of her feels sluggish and weak. And it’s so hard to think! Where has her mind gone? She can’t seem to grasp the meaning of words anymore, but at least she doesn’t actually need to use them. There’s no one here to listen.

She thinks it’s probably the wine poisoning what’s left of the blood in her body that grants her the beautiful hallucination in her final moments. She can’t open her eyes to see it, but she can feel Elphaba’s hands on her, touching her arms, her neck, her chest. She can hear that low, sweet voice, though the words don’t register to Glinda’s mind. Still, it’s a pleasant way to ease her into death. She can pretend she got what she wanted after all in her last vestiges of consciousness.

In what should have been her last vestiges of consciousness.

She can’t imagine how or why it’s returning to her now, but she so wishes it wouldn’t. The pain in her arm is somehow worse than before, and her head aches, and Oz, this was supposed to be over by now.

Glinda waits for the tide to pull her back under, but it doesn’t. She’s stuck awake to feel the pain she’d brought on to herself, even as she wills herself to drift off again.

…Is she in bed?

Glinda works her stiff fingers into the fabric beneath her and decides that, yes, she is in bed.

Her bed is not where she had been before. Someone must have put her there.

“Are you awake?”

Glinda freezes. It’s the same voice she’d heard before, but now it sounds loud and clear and real.

She doesn’t open her eyes. She doesn’t want the illusion to disappear, if that’s what it is. And if it’s not, then she’d be better off not knowing, or else she might strangle Elphaba for showing up now—even though it is what she’d asked for.

“You took your sweet time,” Glinda says, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I got here as quickly as I could.” Elphaba’s voice sounds taut. Angry, almost. Well, good; now she could feel a fraction of what Glinda has felt for the last decade. “What if I hadn’t been fast enough?”

Glinda can’t help it. She laughs. “It’s not as if I used a gun,” she says. “You had plenty of time.”

“I wasn’t here, you little idiot. And teleportation only works from a short distance.” A pause. “You can’t refuse all blame. You never looked for me.”

“I asked for you. I begged for you to come.” Glinda opens her eyes now, anger flaring in her chest. And there the Wicked Witch stands at the foot of her bed, tall and proud.

Except…she doesn’t look much like a Wicked Witch anymore. She’s dressed in a simple frock, hair tied back from her face—with a twist in the knot, Glinda notes, just the way she’d taught her to do it back at Shiz. And there are tears in her eyes.

“I couldn’t come,” Elphaba says, her voice low. “And if you’d have thought about it for even a moment, you’d understand. I flew here, Glinda. There will be reports all over the papers by morning.”

Glinda’s throat tightens. “I thought you were already here,” she whispers. “It was your magic. I know it was. You had to be watching.”

“I was,” Elphaba says. “From outside the city. In my crystal ball.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you know I would have come to you if it wouldn’t get me killed?” Elphaba crosses her arms tight across her chest. “You’ve had the freedom to come to me this whole time. And you never tried.”

“I was supposed to think you were dead.”

“I never expected you to believe that. You’re not stupid. I didn’t think you were, anyway.”

Glinda takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, Elphie.”

“I’d certainly hope you are,” Elphaba says. Then, her voice softens. “I almost lost you.”

“I lost you a long time ago,” Glinda murmurs. “Not all of us have crystal balls to spy on each other with. If I had known—” She sighs and shakes her head. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. Truly, I am.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Elphaba says. She finally moves closer, skirting around the foot of the bed to sit at the edge beside Glinda. She reaches out to cup Glinda’s face, brushing a gentle thumb across her cheekbone. It feels so familiar and so good that Glinda thinks she might still pass away. “I’ve missed you, my sweet.”

Tears well up in Glinda’s eyes. She truly hadn’t thought she’d ever hear that endearment in that voice again. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you know,” she breathes. “For coming. I won’t let them, I swear.”

Elphaba smiles, baring that lovely gap between her front teeth, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sure you’ll try,” she says.

“I’m going to do more than try.” Glinda pushes herself upright, wincing at the strain in her arm. The wound is closed, but it still throbs painfully beneath the skin. “I would have done it all those years ago. You know I would have. I wanted to clear your name. Let me do it now.”

“I’m afraid it might be a bit too late for that.”

“I’ll do it anyway.” Glinda clutches at Elphaba’s hand and holds it against her chest. “I can’t go back to the way things were. I can’t, Elphie.”

“Glinda…”

“Elphaba.”

Glinda stares into the gemstone-green eyes she’d missed for so long, desperately trying to convey how serious she is. She can see the warring emotions Elphaba’s face, and she pushes just a little harder.

“You must want it, too,” Glinda says. “Or were you keeping such a close eye on me because you had nothing better to do?”

“I didn’t,” Elphaba says. “I don’t. But I like seeing you; I like making sure you’re okay. It’s the best I can do with what I have.”

Glinda grips Elphaba’s hand tighter. “But I wasn’t okay.”

The thin green hand trembles in Glinda’s grasp. “I know.”

“I loved you.”

Elphaba’s jaw clenches, fighting off the fresh tears welling in her eyes. She watches Glinda for a long moment as if debating whether to say what’s on her mind, and then she does.

“I still love you,” Elphaba says, her voice so low that Glinda almost can’t hear it. “That’s why I came back to Oz at all. I love you, Glinda. That’s all.”

“It might have been easier for you to move on if you’d stayed away,” Glinda says equally as quietly. “Easier for both of us. Perhaps we could have forgotten one another.”

“I could never forget you.”

Glinda sighs. “No. Neither could I.”

Elphaba’s eyes drop to her hand, still held so tightly against Glinda’s chest that she wouldn’t be able to pull it away even if she wanted to. “So, why?” Elphaba asks. “Why do you want me here so badly if you don’t love me anymore?”

“Because I still love you,” Glinda admits. “I never stopped. Not for a moment. You’re in my lungs, Elphie; I can’t breathe without you.”

Elphaba swallows hard. “You must be able to,” she says. “You’ve done so much for the good of Oz. You’re an incredibly competent politician. You’re telling me you’re not even a little bit happy with what you’ve made?”

“Of course I am,” Glinda says. “But I did it for you. I never wanted this to be my life.”

Elphaba knows that. Glinda recalls every single one of the late-night talks they’d had at school about their childhoods and their dreams and the things they would do if they could do anything. Politics was never even a distant option for Glinda, but Elphaba was always the first thing she took into account. In her dreams, Elphie was always there.

“Okay,” Elphaba says. “You’re right. So, tell me what I can do for you now. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

Glinda shakes her head. “You know what I want, and I don’t believe you will.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Glinda could feel her own heartbeat through Elphaba’s hand as it thunders beneath her ribs. She doesn’t want to say it. If Elphaba refused for eight full years, why would she accept it now? Because Glinda finally dove off the deep end and can’t be trusted with herself? She wants her friend back, not a caretaker.

“Please, Glinda. It’s been a long time. I need to know exactly what it is you want from me.”

Glinda had managed to hold her own tears at bay until now, but now they fall down her cheeks all at once. “I want you,” she says. “You’re all I’ve ever had. I want you back at my side. I want a life with you.”

Elphaba finally manages to free her hand and holds Glinda’s face between both of her palms, wiping the tears away and leaning closer. “And if it goes wrong when you try to pardon me? On the anniversary of the day that you told them I was gone, no less?”

Glinda’s stomach turns. It would be a lot for the people to take in, and she’s sure many of them wouldn’t accept it. But the Wizard is gone. Madame Morrible is gone. And if there’s anyone they’ll listen to, it’s their Good Witch.

“You’ll be protected,” Glinda says. “I’ll make sure you’re safe, even if they don’t understand. But it’s high time history learns the real story.” She attempts a smile, but she’s so certain that Elphaba will refuse once more that she can’t muster it. But until Elphaba replies, at least, she can pretend her friend will agree.

Elphaba takes a deep breath and nods. “Then I’ll stay.”

Glinda blinks. “What?”

“I’ll stay,” Elphaba says again. “I want to stay.”

“What changed?” Glinda doesn’t want to sway Elphaba’s decision, of course, but she literally cannot believe it. “Why not go back to wherever you were hiding and keep watching me with your fancy crystal ball?”

“Because now that you’re here in front of me,” Elphaba says, “I can’t leave you again. I can’t go back to pretending I didn’t tear a piece of my heart out to leave in your hands that night. It hurts. And sitting next to you right now is the first time it’s stopped hurting in eleven years.”

Glinda can’t breathe, and she’s not sure whether it’s hope or fear clamping down on her chest. “Even though I…I forced you to come?”

She’s well aware that what she did was probably the worst act of manipulation she’s ever committed, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d ruined any chance she’d have had to keep Elphaba in her life. She wouldn’t have even been surprised if Elphaba had healed her and then left for good, never to betray her watchful eye with a silly little helpful spell again.

But now she’s saying she wants to stay. Despite it all.

“I should have come sooner,” Elphaba murmurs. “I’m sorry I didn’t see how unwell you were. I want to stay, my sweet, but swear to me you’ll never do that again.”

“I won’t,” Glinda says quickly. “I won’t, Elphie, I promise. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She doesn’t feel the wave of emotion coming until it washes over her, crumpling her into Elphaba’s chest where she cries with all the desperation that had built up inside her over the years. It comes pouring out without her permission as she clutches at Elphaba’s clothes, balling her fists in the fabric and spilling her tears onto warm green skin.

Elphaba’s arms wrap securely around her, hugging her close and tucking her safe beneath her chin. “It’s okay,” she breathes, and Glinda faintly registers a sob escaping Elphaba’s chest. “It’s all right, Galinda. I’m here. Oz, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” Glinda whispers again. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

Elphaba presses her lips to the top of Glinda’s head and rakes her nails soothingly down her back, her own tears wetting blonde hair where they fall.

They stay like that for so long that Glinda’s cries fade to quiet hiccups, and the hiccups fade to sniffles, and she’s almost soothed to sleep by the steady beating of Elphaba’s heart. But she forces herself awake again to reach up and wrap her arms around Elphaba’s neck, running her fingers through those lovely tiny braids and nuzzling against Elphie’s cheek.

She doesn’t want to fall asleep now, not when she can finally feel Elphaba’s presence again—the touch of her skin, the scent of pine and paper and incense, the sweet sound of her voice crooning terms of endearment against Glinda’s ear.

“I love you.” Glinda can’t stop saying it. The words tumble from her aching chest out of her mouth: “I love you; I missed you; I love you so much, Elphie. Please don’t go.”

“Never.” Glinda feels Elphaba’s lips on her cheek, and she melts further into the embrace. “I love you, too, my sweet. I’ll never leave again. I promise.”

Elphaba has broken promises before, but Glinda doesn’t mention that. It’s been too long, and she needs to believe it even if she has to force that belief into her bones. What’s the point in any of this if she can’t muster enough trust to let herself be happy?

But with the way Elphie’s arms press possessively into her back and her waist, hands firm but tender where they hold her, and full green lips leaving soft, ardent kisses wherever they could reach, Glinda finds she doesn’t need to force anything at all. The belief and the trust fill her chest to the brim so naturally, offering her the promise of life, of a real life, and allowing her to breathe freely for the first time in years.

[amadholes-lostre]

Some Wicked/Land of Oz story ideas

Watching Wicked and remembering Dorothy and Ozma got me thinking some story ideas, mainly AU snd what nots. Trying not borrow many aspects from Wicked and create a more original setting. One of the reasons is that Dorothy is the protagonist for 2 of my story ideas, the timeline and history are a bit different, and trying be more original.

That, and I don't want make these story ideas extremely dark like Wicked (the novel series, not the musical) and Dorothy Must Die (yes, it's a real book). It's probably be dark for the first idea (due to war, discrimination, and the likes), but as necessary and not as brink. And still make Dorothy and Ozma feminine as possible, though Hella gay for each other.

Witchling of the West (or Elphaba raise Dorothy)

Kind of straightforward, mainly the idea that Dorothy is transported to Oz, just like in the book and movie. Only that she transported as a toddler and landed - in a baby basket - on front of Elphaba's castle.

Like from canon, Elphaba controls Winkie country. However, not only that, in thos timeline, she and the rest of the country are in war with Emerald City and the two other countries, Munchkinland and Gillikin. Winkie becomes a safe haven for Speaking-Animals and "undesirable" that Emerald City either alienates to the point of crimalization. Though, the war did turn Elphaba bitter to the point of totalitarian regime.

One day, baby Dorothy in her basket drops in front of Elphaba's castle. Elphaba only decided to raise her because of her magical potential and made her her apprentice. Hence, Dorothy is the Witchling of the West.

Growing up, she befriended a female Winged-Monkey (likely Chistery's daughter), a Winkie girl, and a Munchkin girl. She still has Toto - he comes with her in the basket and has a long lifespan for some reason - and Kansas accent. No one knows how she got it.

Dorothy met Tip when he and Jack Pumpkinhead near the forest, which they instantly fallen in love. After a while (maybe when she is 15 or 16), she and her two friends went with Tip and Jack to across Oz, picking up Scarecrow, Tin Man, and Crowardly Lion, along with few of my OC including ex-Emerald city mlm couple when the City start criminalizing queers for being "weird", which the mlm couple found it hilarious (while being tried to a stalk) while the gang found it weird.

Dorothy is a pacifist, through-and-through, and wish to end the war, especially if possible bloodless (they had come across aftermath battlefield). They went to Quadling and vist the Witch of the South, Glinda (the Wizard and the Witch of the North don't trust her, so they made her head of the poorest region, not that she minded) and her 100 wives. She gives Dorothy and the gang a quest: search for the lost Heir of Ozma, who had disappeared, and what led to the mayhem and then the rise in power of the Wizard. Doing so will immediately dethrone the Wizard and is the best way to a peaceful and bloodless end to the war.

That, and my idea that during the course of the story, Tip had gender dysphoria and Dorothy her through it (which she does revelingly).

Dorothy is Elphaba and Glinda's biological daughter

Pretty Self-explanatory. Mainly that, some time down the line (likely after the Wizard proclaimed her the Wicked Witch), Elphaba and Glinda had sex (likely hate fuck), unknowingly that Elphaba impregnated Glinda thanks to the wonders of Magic and Lesbianism. No one, including Elphaba, knows Glinda is pregnant, and Glinda likely uses enchantment to hide it. After she gives birth to Dorothy, she hides her due to her fear that people - the Wizard and the Morrible - will use her to get to Elphaba. She uses magic to transport Dorothy to Kansas.

Years down the line, Dorothy returns to Oz, and Glinda immediately knows she's her daughter, and Elphaba ironically doesn't know that the girl she wants to kill us her daughter.

[lollytea]

I think one of the lamest choices the musical made was making Frex a very straightforward example of an abusive father who just berates and belittles Elphaba at every opportunity when his book counterpart was all like "You are my daughter and I love you dearly and it's not your fault your green; it's mine. It was the Unnamed God's way of punishing me for failing in my mission to keep the faith alive in this town. You are my punishment, sweetiepie. Everytime I look at you I am reminded of what a failure I am. Anyway let's go to Quadling Country and parade you around to scare the heathens into becoming unionists so they won't be punished with a horrible ugly green child too. Okay babygirl?" which psychologically fucked Elphaba up in a different but very interesting way

[maladyinpink]

Whew, it may still be February, but it is SPRING in the city and my eyes and nose can feel it with every persistent sneeze 😵‍💫🤧. It'll only get worse as March approaches...annoyingly itchy. I'm armed to the teeth with claritin, inhaler, nebulizer. 🙈

After much discussion with @themiseryandcompany , the ✨️Elphie blog to my Glinda💕 blog, I decided to post this lil collection of snzcanons. 💚💗 Thank you, Miele for the inspo! Please check out her BEAUTIFULLY written Wick/ed fics and headcanons.

Oz Universe HC - Each culture in Oz has their own way of handling illness and maladies of the like. Vinkus, Gilikinese, Munchkinland, Quadling country. So some unconventional methods might be used when caretaking between students. Been meaning to brainstorm more on this because book and musical lore are SO different and the movie showcases a bit of both.

Elphaba/Elphie/Fae/Fabala (Book nicknames) -

- She is used to isolating and taking care of herself. Was isolated a lot when sick as a child to protect Nessarose, and in turn, told to stay away when Nessa was sick. Nessa would sneak books for her to read through the servants.

- And Fabala would in turn sneak in and read to little Nessa in secret.

- Not snz, but 'Fabala' is a nickname used by Nessa in the book. In canon, it's dimuntive of Aelphaba, kind of like the name Billy/William. MY personal headcanon divergence is that baby Nessa couldn't fully pronounce Elphaba...so Fabala stuck. 🥺💚

- Allergic to Milk flower pollen just like Nessa, just not at severely. Nessarose headcanons on this reblog.

- Nose gets darker green when irritated, rather than red when raw, same with her fever flush. She hates this.

- Has made glass break and sent things flying with unrestrained sneezes.

- Silently stifles as SHE was deeply stifled and stunted as a child. Frex indoctrinated the idea within her early on that her sneezes were too loud and too dangerous to those around her.

- Harsh deeper vocal sneezes. Sudden. Not much build up. Three syllabled.

- EHT'shuh! ER'HHT'Shew!

- Elphie scared Glinda the first time that she caught a nasty cold, couldn't stifle anymore and let out a loud sneeze while in the dormitory.

- "Sweet Oz!...How can such a thunderocious sound come from someone who's always so alooficated?"

- Even with stifles, it's a hit or miss that something will go wrong. During the first day of a cold, she might try to attend some classes. But say...a sudden repeated stifled fit in an alchemy class?...it could turn disasterous. She bolts...Glin and 'Yero follow a trail of levitating objects and hear her sneezing in a storage room. She's deeply embarassed, accepts Fiyero's Vinkus crested handkerchief through the door when offered.

"Oz bless you...it's alright, Fae...nobody saw..."

"Elphie?...can we come in?"

...but...she only lets Glinda into the room.

Galinda/Glinda/Glin

- Borderline hypochondriac, not quite, but definitely dramatic. Sensitive system.

- 🌸 Allergified 😔 Sneezonal, and particularly susceptible in Oz's Autumnial Solstice, and when everything is in bloom. Takes a regular tonic that Momsie and Popsicle regularly send from Gilikin to combat symptoms.

- (Am I projecting a lil?...totally...shamelessly. Pink and Glinda are one in the same, allergified and whining about it.)

- Elphie finds Glin crying and sneezing helplessly trying a ridiculous "cure-all" found in a magazine to 'Desternutate and clearify her Sinuses' when she's run out of her regular tonic and makes her tea instead.

- Has asked Madame Morrible, in private study, if there are 'Any spells that help with Allergification'...Unsuccessfully of course...😮‍💨

- Rapidfire high pitched sneezes, drawn out itchy buildups. Persistent. Elphaba thought this was for attention at first, before their friendship. But then she sees how genuinely miserable her fits are, how they can hurt, how embarassed she is and often holds her until they stop.

"Shhh, breathe, my sweet..."

- Hpptshhie! Aptshieew! Heeht'shieew! Eht'shiu!

- In class, Fi, Elphie and Boq have made an fond unspoken game of counting her sneezes as she has fits. Boq recounts the record in one sitting is 19 and offers his handkerchiefs...They aren't just for crying.

~ 💚💗

[blancamz]

There are many towns in Quadling country, and among the most fragile of these towns is that of the Cuttenclips. The people, gardens, buildings, animals, and even the water are made of paper and card; and all of this is protected by a magical wall that keeps both bad weather and clumsy strangers out. Only one resident in the Cuttenclip village is flesh and blood, Miss Cuttenclip herself.

She's a perfectly ordinary Quadling girl, but what makes her special is her artistic flair, especially her skill in making things out of paper. The Good Witch Glinda found her artworks so charming that she gifted Miss Cuttenclip with access to an magical paper and a little plot of land.

So Miss Cuttenclip lives in a house in the town, surrounded by both mundane and magical art supplies, happily making new paper dolls and decor. Otherwise, she doesn't intervene much in her creations' lives, though she sometimes has to intercede when visitors don't obey the sign on the town gate:

[i-am-iz]

i havent posted anything interesting lately (i posted like 7 times a day, IT GETS TO A POINT) and so here have some doodles i made

victoria my dear they could never make me hate you

so like why she's doing No One Mourns The Wicked is because shes not only lord arduenna's eldest daughter but shes also glinda the good's sister (glinda's dead, i'll get into that later) and so you know, everyone sees her as this beacon of life that can help oz all. (and like shes also wearing blue or purple. so munchkins and the gilikinese can trust her).

leo, boq, and tik-tok.

leo and boq are wearing the same spectacles / goggles. actually, leo is wearing boq's. let me explain. in the twisted tale of oz's universe (its an alternative universe to the wizard of oz/wicked) boq is still like movie / musical / book boq, with one added thing. boq makes things. like gears, wires, hot air balloons, robots, or copper bots as boq calls them. his work is mainly inspired by the wizard's work. but he's killed. so basically, during the years of shiz with elphaba, galinda / glinda, victoria, boq, fiyero, and leo, a war breaks out. and aardvarkia (the land leo is from, its like on the border of where quadling country and munchkinland meet) steams out this gas, and it kills like half of the school. leo and fiyero had already been expelled, elphaba and galinda were with the wizard, and victoria was visiting her father. when the news got back to the others, everyone was devastated. elphaba couldnt leave the west, but she did mourn much, glinda fell ill, and victoria was taking care of her, fiyero and leo went back to retrieve his body and give him a proper burial. one of the reasons fiyero has plenty of gears and tools on him is because of boq, and leo took the goggles as a memory of boq. @marchofthewitchhunters come and get your boq angst

fiyero and elphaba

while the twisted tale of oz (and me too) is a gelphie truther (the reason elphaba became wicked was because of glinda's death, she blamed herself for not being able to save glinda), fiyero and elphaba have their moments. like the lion cub scene. that's still there. the bus stop scene (including the elphaboq friendship one!!!). and fiyero and avaric attempting to find elphaba after she flies off into the west, despite not knowing where the hell he's going.

and finally, the way i got my fiyero's design was through looking at my hair colour and saying "yeah no this is his hair"

[starlightoath]

So I the Oz books Glinda has a harem, right? She picks the most beautiful women in Quadling country to work for her. She also snogs them.

Imagine like. 10 years after Fiyero and Elphaba came back from wherever they went in disguise to find that Glinda's closet exploded. She's not subtle about how gay she is at all.

Elphaba is rather miffed that she didn't get to enjoyed the benefits of the explosion she caused. Fiyero takes this as evidence that he should have just locked them in a closet together all those years ago.

[apollosdreams]

(uncolored draft) Famous exes and renowned rebel leaders of the Winkie Trenches, Scarecrow and the Wicked Witch of the West.

An AU where Glinda the Good Witch, famous sorceress, and her husband Boq Woodsman, renowned Emerald City Player, find themselves in the Winkie Trenches after their carriage gets lost from coming back to delegate the rising rebellion in the Quadling Country.

They're suddenly met with two of the most magnetic people on earth, biggest activists ever, and apparently huge fans of them (?!), well known by their pseudonyms Scarecrow and the Wicked Witch of the West. Instead they introduce themselves as their real names, both totally and definitely not plotting to flirt with them try and convince them to help them with the rebellion (and hopefully help in the bedroom).