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[thegaissilent]

for @wickedlywonderful

For a prison, this is weirdly comfortable. The room containing a very soft bed where Glinda has had her head against a pillow, crying for at least an hour. Her head is reeling with how much it hurts and her entire body shakes. Her nose feels runny and she probably looks disgusting right now.

What just happened?! She's still trying to make sense of it all. That was supposed to be their perfect day where she and Elphaba would be able to spend their entire day having fun and just being girls. Walking hand in hand and keeping each other company. And then they would meet the Wizard and he would let Elphie know how powerful and needed she was! That was how things were supposed to go!

But instead, they found out that he had been behind all of the oppression that Animals had been suffering. And that, of course, was something Elphaba could never accept. It was not her nature.

Should Glinda have climbed on that broom with her? She can't help but to keep wondering. But it was a decision to be made too quick, too sudden. And she is not impulsive like Elphaba. Everything she's done most of her life has always been calculated, strategized. It's how she learned to live in society, especially coming from a society where she isn't in the highest position in the social class back in Gillikin. Still, with how much she's been strategizing, playing perfect ever since she was about four years old, there isn't much room for improv.

And she wonders, if this is where she's supposed to be. Alone in some forgotten room in the Emerald Palace, while Elphaba is Lurline knows where flying off.

Wanted as an Enemy of the State.

Elphie, who held her hand the entire day as they had their walk.

Elphie, who followed through her promise and didn't choose to leave her behind.

Elphie, who--

She places a hand on her own lips and breathes deeply, the memory of the short kiss they exchanged before she jumped still leaving a phantom sensation behind. Her words still echoing inside her mind.

Hold out, my sweet. Hold out, if you can.

And she couldn't do even that, apparently. All she's done so far is cry. And as much as she tries to come up with something else, anything, nothing comes to her mind. Glinda played shallow, dumb, stupid her entire life. But only because that would make her life much easier. People expected her to be cute, pretty, to give them smiles and nice words. But she knows that she is smart. Smart enough to get into Shiz.

Still, for the first time in her entire life, she feels truly stupid.

She sits up and picks up the pillow, hugging it close, trying to find some sort of comfort in that object that doesn't even have the decency to be a plushie or anything with a face. She misses the horse plushie she had growing up, the one she left behind in Gillikin when she went to Shiz. (And that she would still miss).

She misses anything that would resemble affection. Home.

Would she ever have one again?

[thisshadeofred]

“try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.” (from Papa Oz @wickedlywonderful).

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Ellie's body shook as she lay in her bed wrapped in coverlets and blankets. Her heart was still racing from her dream- it was bad enough to wake her up screaming and crying. All she could see was her mama so sick and hurting and screaming. And Nessa was wailing and her father yelling. Yelling at doctors, yelling at her. It was hard to calm her breathing down.

But Papa Oz was there, stroking her back, tracing little circles to calm her down. Ellie kept a blanket close to her cheek, cradling it and taking the warm comforts she could. "It's so scary though, Papa," she muttered, rocking back and forth rhythmically.

[visionproductions2008]

Unleashing trouble with a sparkle! ✨ Meet our devilishly charming girl, where mischief and beauty collide. 🔥 Who's ready to play with fire?

[thisshadeofred]

The Emerald City seemed just as magical as she thought it would be as she read the letter from Uncle Oz. She hadn't had any uncles before, only a single aunt on her mama's side that had died when she was young and two on her father's side that she saw only rarely. But she knew uncles were fun and took their nieces all sorts of fun places and gave them little trinkets and bobbins. She treasured the green and gold beads that he had delivered in his letter, hiding them with the rest of her treasures.

Dear Uncle Oz

She didn't have fancy colored inks the way he did, but she decided that coloring around his name with her favorite colored pencils was a suitable substitution.

They have a whole museum dedicated to science and arcane arts? That sounds wonderful! Do they do demonstrations and experiments? If they don't they should! The best way to learn about science and magic is getting to do it yourself. Father says not to use magic, and to keep it quiet that I can do it a little. It's not much, but sometimes I can make things lift into the air and not even touch them! But please keep it our secret. Father gets upset when I do it, though I don't understand why. Your parade sounded so much fun! I wish I could see it one day. How do fireworks work? Do they light a big fire in the sky? How do they get the different colors? I've never seen them before. Do they make music? They seem wonderful and incredible. In Munchkinland, they like to paint the grounds and make all sorts of wonderful drawings for parades, but never anything in the sky. If I get to be a doctor, I want to help my sister. Father said that it was because of bad medicine that Nessa's legs are all tangled and she can't walk. I want to make her some good medicine so she can walk. I know she doesn't like everybody helping her all the time, but maybe she would take this one help. But if I could cure colds that would be neat too. I'm almost better, but my chest is hurting sometimes. Nessa doesn't feel good either today, and it's my fault, so Father is calling the doctor for her. But Nanny is doing a good job looking after both of us. You asked me about what I like to do ! I should ask what you like to do! What kind of work do you do in the Emerald City? Do you like it? Do you have any pets or friends? I want to know all about you too

Elphaba thought for a moment how to sign the letter. Uncle Oz always signed them as 'Your friend'. Should she do the same? Were they friends? Elphaba wasn't sure. But she thought of something that might work instead.

Your Favorite Munchkin, Elphaba Analia Thropp

It was just right.

Analia. He leans back from his desk, the fingers of one hand curled in front of his mouth while the the others drummed over the letter in front of him. Of everything little Elphaba had to report in, her middle name is somehow the most surprising. —No, the second-most. The first would have to be that Frex Thropp was ever complimentary of his daughter, even if only enough to know which colors would suit her best. Or had that come instead at the price of an insult, to avoid those colors, to blend back in? Eyes and ears are easy to buy with the right currency, and it turns out doing a favor for someone in the Wizard’s favor is just what most folks need. He couldn’t keep too close an eye without raising suspicions, but he’d heard enough back to guess at the conditions under which his Elphaba was being raised.

Eventually, he took a deep breath in and shook himself off, leaning properly over his desk to compose his next letter.

Dear Elphaba,

Always in green ink, always, just like his signature. You have to build into these things.

You’re going to break my heart, talking like that! I should never be Mr. Oz, at least not to you. I would much rather just be Oz, or Uncle Oz if you need a title; Mr. Oz is so distant when it doesn’t need to be. I don’t need your thanks or your apologies, either. I will take your letters always, whenever and however they may come. I’ve waited a very long time to talk to you!

Yes, all the boys and girls in the City receive a City Scholar pin, but not all pins are equal. Yours is very special. The Wizard has a small number of pins to give out himself, and when I told him about you he insisted you be sent one right away!

A little lie here and there is going be necessary in keeping appearances up. Just in case communication has been sabotaged between them somehow.

Students with a City Scholar pin get to explore the City, or at least the educational parts of it, completely free! It’s a program the Wizard began not long after he came to us here, to promote the education and Ozian pride. Isn’t it wonderful? And the City has so many different places to explore, too! Most of them have to cost something, if only just to stay operational, but the CSPs make sure all students in the City can always afford them. We have museums of art and history and culture and, what I think might be your favorite, science and magical arts. My favorite museum is the Wizard Museum. I’m sure you can guess what all you might see there!

As for the parade….

Well enough to go to lessons, but too sick for a parade? That doesn’t sound fair to me, either! Your nanny is very lucky that you’re such a well-behaved young lady. I would have run away to see that parade, even if it made me sicker! But then again, I didn’t ever get to have much fun as a boy. It would have been worth it for the novelty alone.

Ah, but he’s still writing to a child—and not the one in his head, almost as learned as him! He begins another new paragraph, calling forth the things that brought a twinkle to other little eyes he had spied in the crowd that day: the jewel-tone confetti floating down onto the streets, bubbles shaped like animals twisting through the crowd, cotton candy and popcorn and the sweetish smell of makeup perfuming the air to the sounds of a jolly tune about heading off “to see the Wizard.”

…marched all the way through the city, and when they got to the steps of the Emerald Palace they played one last verse and set off sparklers and fireworks. Perhaps when you come visit one day, we’ll find another parade to watch. The Wizard so loves to make us all happy, I’m sure he’ll order more of them!

He doesn’t touch on the subject of the sister, although this time he includes a few more trinkets—two or three beaded necklaces left over from the City parade that he had since acquired on learning she had interest in them at all, certainly enough to share if she wanted to. He can’t risk any trinket that won’t fit sealed away in an envelope—not yet, at least—but this letter back…is a sign.

Science and plants and medicine…oh my! How very smart you must be. And how good and kind, to want to be a doctor! What would you cure first if you could, Dr. Elphaba? What would be your first contribulation to Oz? I know what mine would be. I, for one, am tired of bad colds robbing good girls of parades and other opportunities.

Your Friend,

Oz

PS

he added after a reading the letter through,

Thank you so very muchily for your reply. The space above my desk has been empty for quite some time, and I am happy to report that it is filled quite nicely now with your letter. -Oz

[historiavn]

WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA?

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IRIS ARIAS

inspirational quotes, macarons, buttons, jellyfish, morganite stones, reefs, glasses of rosé. your essence is coral: you wild-hearted and rooted deeply in yourself. you follow your instincts; others find you ambitious and headstrong, yet playful, so long as they do not try to direct you. your aspirations are for wealth and the high life. you are the soloist. you are the diva. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of fire, bronze, apricot, and blush, who share your drive in life. you are also drawn to the introspective seafoam and honeysuckle, who will help you grow and ground yourself in practicality. however, you may struggle to get along with the direct personalities of pearl and periwinkle who are too forceful and philosophical.

OPHELIA CHRONSTURN

leather books, cowboy hats, foxes, candle jars, sword hilts, cobblestone streets, hourglasses. your essence is bronze: you are a vivacious dreamer who embraces new experiences. your drive is indiscriminate and oftentimes over-indulgent; you take bets and are willing to cross lines. you are confident and unwavering in the face of obstacles -- but suggestible, and your attention is fickle. you are the thrill-seeker. you are the opportunist. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of coral, fire, crimson, and amber, who share your relentless energy. you are also drawn to the deep-thinking souls teal and moss, who will help you grow and see what ambitions are truly worth your time. however, you may struggle to get along with the opinionated personalities of amaranth and indigo who act above reproach.

ISLA DELMAR-MAGELLAN

herb clippings, macha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needlefelts, pistachio, laptop stickers. your essence is sage: you are introspective and retreating. everything is organized and planned ahead; you are meticulous, stacking up a card tower you can't let fall. it is difficult for you to untwist your tongue and tell others you need them. you are the observer. you are the writer gone off alone. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, forest, honeysuckle, and seafoam, who share your guarded nature. you are also drawn to the self-expressive sky and apricot, who will help you grow and embolden you to say what you need. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-emotional personalities of rose and cream who ask you to be too vulnerable.

AGATHA MORRIBLE

bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet. your essence is amaranth: you are engaging and passionate, but never out of place. you do what needs to be done; your confidence is unflinching, least of all when something has slipped beneath your standards. it is hard to live up to the image you imagine others have of you. you are the demonstrater. you are the debutante. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of wine, pearl, noir, and magenta, who share your inner intensity. you are also drawn to the ambitious amethyst and indigo, who will help you grow and inspire your actions. however, you may struggle to get along with the mercurial personalities of teal and bronze who wish to be free spirits.

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[euphoriabled]

closed starter for @wickedlywonderful.

⸻ Aoife had fallen from the sky like an angel from heaven, and all she once knew had been turned on it's head as she'd spent the past few weeks learning Ozian culture. She supposed some things were easier than most to adapt to. Apart from certain liquids triggering her bioluminescence, it was relatively easy to blend in.

After all, her hair was able to cover her pointed ears most of the time. And luckily for her, she knew she wouldn't be here long, as she just needed to speak with their WIZARD. He was known for granting one's greatest desire, no matter the wish. Perhaps, if she made a good case for herself, he would send her home?

And perhaps her strange arrival had been brought to his attention as well, for she finds herself exploring the Emerald City. She had been invited here by someone important. She wasn't to meet the Wizard himself, but a charming man who worked for him was going to give her the grand tour of Oz's capitol.

She hopes the knowledge she gains will aid her when it comes time to finally meet the Wizard, whenever that may be. If the Wizard was interested in her story, or even loosely aware of her presence, the odds were in her favor.

She stands beside the library, where the invitation had told her to wait, and she rereads it over and over again. Today would change everything.

It was the first step to taking the long way home.

[tarotbyarwen]

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[thegaissilent]

Which character archetype are you?

Sister Winter

A cold, bitter person, who was once naive but learned fast. Resilient, chilly, melancholy. A person waiting for spring.

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WickedlyWonderful’s Glossararium 🪄

gaisilent (adj.) - graceful, elegant

GAY • SILL • ENT

auspicidatious / oz-picidatious (adj.) - exceedingly auspicious (favorable, lucky)

AWE • SPIHSH • IH • DAY • SHE • US

anniversaririum (n.) - a particularly important anniversary, usually occurring every five years

ANN • IH • VERSE • ARE • EAR • EE • UM

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