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Fic Masterlist (TectonicDisaster02)

🩷Wicked💚

She Sees Through Her (A gelphie-centric longfic)

Unsteady Ground (A gelphie-centric one-shot)

An Impasse (A gelphie-centric one-shot)

🐸Naruto🍥

Basking in the Glow of Glory (A Sannin-centric longfic)

All on AO3 for your readerly enjoyment (and my writerly satisfaction)

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Elphaba to Glinda, probably 💚🩷

(or vice versa)

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This scene alone

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💚Gelphie Fanart🩷from She Sees Through Her

Is it vain to draw stuff from my own fic? Nooooo😎

This is from Chapter Three: Thunder of She Sees Through Her! I wrote it so long ago now, but this moment always stood out to me 🥰

Excerpt below✨

The storm, to Galinda’s genuine horror, was a relentless one. Even after she and Elphaba had retired for bed, rain was still lashing against the windows and thunder seemed to splinter the sky. She had buried herself under her blankets, trying to muffle the sounds, clutching Salmon to her chest. He was only a little thing, but she nuzzled his soft belly and attempted to save face in front of Elphaba, who was settling down for sleep in her little bed. It was bad enough that Galinda had exposed Salmon in the first place, let alone revealing her intense fear of -

‘ Eeeeek!’ she yelped, unable to stop herself as a particularly loud crack of thunder shuddered through the room. It had been a very long time since she’d experienced a storm this bad. Elphaba had ‘helpfully’ explained that the moist air caused by the surrounding rivers, plus the unusual warmth they’d been experiencing, was the perfect breeding ground for a devastating thunderstorm. And Galinda was not happy about it. 

‘...You okay over there?’ came Elphaba’s voice through the darkness. Galinda nodded under the covers, but then realised Elphaba wouldn’t be able to see her.

‘Fine, yes, fine!’ she said. ‘I just - saw a bug on the bedside table.’

‘Right.’

Galinda pressed her teddy closer to her, shutting her eyes. She wasn’t sure how she was expected to sleep under such conditions, but she had to at least try. She couldn’t afford another restless night, lest her eyebags grow eyebags. Unfortunately, the storm did not pass quickly. Lightning kept shooting across the room, casting strange shadows, and the rain bludgeoned the windows so hard, Galinda was genuinely worried about the integrity of the glass. Shiz was an old institution - could it withstand such an onslaught, or would it crumble?

When a particularly nasty rumble of thunder made Galinda cry out, she heard an additional, quieter thump from the opposite side of the room. Her breathing shallow, Galinda poked her head out from under the covers, and found a figure looming over her. 

‘E-Elphaba!’ she shrieked. ‘What are you - why aren’t you in bed?’

‘Because I’m not going to get any sleep if you keep yelping like that,’ Elphaba said. She then had the audacity to click on Galinda’s bedside lamp, dousing the room in pink. ‘In fact, neither of us are. What’s got you so worked up?’

Galinda, who was seething, glowered at her in what she hoped was with a terribly mean face. This was undercut by the penguin tucked under her chin, of course. 

‘Nothing! I’m trying to sleep, which I can’t do if you’re leering over me like that.’

‘Look, being afraid of storms is nothing to be ashamed of,’ Elphaba said tiredly. ‘Nessa used to hate them as a child. I value my rest, Galinda, and I can’t get any if you’re freaking out.’

‘I am not - Oz!’ Galinda yelped, as another round of thunder echoed across the suite. The lights flickered, and she looked at Elphaba with a pout. ‘...In all fairness, that one was really, really loud.’

‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ Elphaba asked. Her face was strained, like she was holding back a laugh. 

‘You can go back to bed and leave me -’

Galinda was cut off when a dull pop sounded throughout the suite, and the lamp went out. 

‘Oh, has the bulb blown?’ she grumbled, as Elphaba went towards the door. She tried the light switch. Nothing happened. Galinda’s eyes strained through the darkness as she watched Elphaba stick her head out the door, and heard snatches of confused conversations from the other students who shared their corridor. 

‘I think the power has gone out,’ Elphaba concluded, closing the door with a click. ‘That’s a bit of a pain. Do you have any matches?’

‘The - the power has gone?’ Galinda stammered, her blood running cold and completely ignoring Elphaba’s other question. 

‘Yes. Not surprising in a storm like this one,’ Elphaba replied. She sounded a little nervous. ‘In fact, I think it’s closer to a hurricane, given the wind speeds and heavy rainfall. Though it’s a bit unusual for a hurricane to be accompanied by lightning, I must say, so -’

‘ - Elphaba, shut up!’ Galinda interrupted. ‘I don’t want a stupid Meteorology lesson! I - I want it to stop!’

‘Well I can’t do that, can I?’ Elphaba said, walking back to Galinda’s bed. ‘And unless you want to go and bother Madame Morrible at this hour, we’ve no choice but to ride it out and - wait, are you crying?’

‘N-No,’ Galinda sniffled, hastily wiping her eyes. She pressed her lips together, trying to stop her chin from quivering, but it was no use. Even in the low light, Elphaba could see the wetness on her cheeks.

‘Galinda…’

This was drawn with markers & pencils! I took inspiration from the film, loosely, and my fave bit is either Galinda's little cuddly penguin, or Elphaba's (ugly yet charming) nightdress.

It's been amazing how Wicked reignited my love for writing and now drawing! Never saw it coming, honestly😅

See the close ups below 🩷💚

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Some details...Galinda & her teddy, Salmon!

And Elphaba wearing an extremely stylish nightgown...

It was really nice to get the ol' art supplies out again, even if it did take me months and went through a ridiculous amount of drafts 🫣

From She Sees Through Her 🩷💚 (Which shall be updated in the next few weeks!)

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💚Gelphie Fanart🩷from She Sees Through Her

Is it vain to draw stuff from my own fic? Nooooo😎

This is from Chapter Three: Thunder of She Sees Through Her! I wrote it so long ago now, but this moment always stood out to me 🥰

Excerpt below✨

The storm, to Galinda’s genuine horror, was a relentless one. Even after she and Elphaba had retired for bed, rain was still lashing against the windows and thunder seemed to splinter the sky. She had buried herself under her blankets, trying to muffle the sounds, clutching Salmon to her chest. He was only a little thing, but she nuzzled his soft belly and attempted to save face in front of Elphaba, who was settling down for sleep in her little bed. It was bad enough that Galinda had exposed Salmon in the first place, let alone revealing her intense fear of -

‘ Eeeeek!’ she yelped, unable to stop herself as a particularly loud crack of thunder shuddered through the room. It had been a very long time since she’d experienced a storm this bad. Elphaba had ‘helpfully’ explained that the moist air caused by the surrounding rivers, plus the unusual warmth they’d been experiencing, was the perfect breeding ground for a devastating thunderstorm. And Galinda was not happy about it. 

‘...You okay over there?’ came Elphaba’s voice through the darkness. Galinda nodded under the covers, but then realised Elphaba wouldn’t be able to see her.

‘Fine, yes, fine!’ she said. ‘I just - saw a bug on the bedside table.’

‘Right.’

Galinda pressed her teddy closer to her, shutting her eyes. She wasn’t sure how she was expected to sleep under such conditions, but she had to at least try. She couldn’t afford another restless night, lest her eyebags grow eyebags. Unfortunately, the storm did not pass quickly. Lightning kept shooting across the room, casting strange shadows, and the rain bludgeoned the windows so hard, Galinda was genuinely worried about the integrity of the glass. Shiz was an old institution - could it withstand such an onslaught, or would it crumble?

When a particularly nasty rumble of thunder made Galinda cry out, she heard an additional, quieter thump from the opposite side of the room. Her breathing shallow, Galinda poked her head out from under the covers, and found a figure looming over her. 

‘E-Elphaba!’ she shrieked. ‘What are you - why aren’t you in bed?’

‘Because I’m not going to get any sleep if you keep yelping like that,’ Elphaba said. She then had the audacity to click on Galinda’s bedside lamp, dousing the room in pink. ‘In fact, neither of us are. What’s got you so worked up?’

Galinda, who was seething, glowered at her with what she hoped was a terribly mean face. This was undercut by the penguin tucked under her chin, of course. 

‘Nothing! I’m trying to sleep, which I can’t do if you’re leering over me like that.’

‘Look, being afraid of storms is nothing to be ashamed of,’ Elphaba said tiredly. ‘Nessa used to hate them as a child. I value my rest, Galinda, and I can’t get any if you’re freaking out.’

‘I am not - Oz!’ Galinda yelped, as another round of thunder echoed across the suite. The lights flickered, and she looked at Elphaba with a pout. ‘...In all fairness, that one was really, really loud.’

‘Is there anything I can do to help?’ Elphaba asked. Her face was strained, like she was holding back a laugh. 

‘You can go back to bed and leave me -’

Galinda was cut off when a dull pop sounded throughout the suite, and the lamp went out. 

‘Oh, has the bulb blown?’ she grumbled, as Elphaba went towards the door. She tried the light switch. Nothing happened. Galinda’s eyes strained through the darkness as she watched Elphaba stick her head out the door, and heard snatches of confused conversations from the other students who shared their corridor. 

‘I think the power has gone out,’ Elphaba concluded, closing the door with a click. ‘That’s a bit of a pain. Do you have any matches?’

‘The - the power has gone?’ Galinda stammered, her blood running cold and completely ignoring Elphaba’s other question. 

‘Yes. Not surprising in a storm like this one,’ Elphaba replied. She sounded a little nervous. ‘In fact, I think it’s closer to a hurricane, given the wind speeds and heavy rainfall. Though it’s a bit unusual for a hurricane to be accompanied by lightning, I must say, so -’

‘ - Elphaba, shut up!’ Galinda interrupted. ‘I don’t want a stupid Meteorology lesson! I - I want it to stop!’

‘Well I can’t do that, can I?’ Elphaba said, walking back to Galinda’s bed. ‘And unless you want to go and bother Madame Morrible at this hour, we’ve no choice but to ride it out and - wait, are you crying?’

‘N-No,’ Galinda sniffled, hastily wiping her eyes. She pressed her lips together, trying to stop her chin from quivering, but it was no use. Even in the low light, Elphaba could see the wetness on her cheeks.

‘Galinda…’

This was drawn with markers & pencils! I took inspiration from the film, loosely, and my fave bit is either Galinda's little cuddly penguin, or Elphaba's (ugly yet charming) nightdress.

It's been amazing how Wicked reignited my love for writing and now drawing! Never saw it coming, honestly😅

See the close ups below 🩷💚

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"I wish that Glinda could know that we're alive. But I know she can't. No one can ever know."

Wicked | Wicked: For Good

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Just want to thank you for updating the story. I am a long time follower and very invested

No, thank YOU for sticking with me!! 🫶 I'm glad you're enjoying it - not much longer until the end now 🥹

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✨Gelphie Fic✨ She Sees Through Her

It's here! Chapter 29: Mercy awaits 🥰

Sorry again for the delay, but this one is BEEFY so hopefully that makes up for it 😅

Thank you, always, for your support. Means a lot to little old me, who got very unexpectedly invested in this ship, and spawned a massive writing project because of it. Funny how the world works 🩷💚

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❝You make me melt. Those eyes are greener than the trees that give me oxygen to breathe, yet leave me breathless…❞ – I M U R

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✨Fic Excerpt✨She Sees Through Her

The delayed Chapter 29 of She Sees Through Her has been completed and is being beta-read 🥰 Shall be posting on Wednesday!

For now, please enjoy this little excerpt from the upcoming chapter. I've also had to up the chapter count (oops), so we're now at 32 chapters. Then it really WILL be the end 😅

From Chapter 29: Mercy

Despite Shenshen’s quick response and subsequent visits to the doctor’s surgery, Glinda’s hands and knees had scarred. 

The latter was not so much of a problem, since she seldom had her legs out in public even in the summer months - and summer it was not, since it had just been over a month since the incident, as the palace staff called it in corridor whispers - but her hands were much more noticeable. Though the angry cuts and punctures had nearly healed, they left behind evidence that they had been there, embedded in her skin and standing testament to her rage. Glinda had taken to wearing silken gloves to cover them. 

Most of the things she’d destroyed in her office had been easily replaced. The photos were miraculously spared despite being victim to shattered frames, and the books, though their edges were dented, were relatively unscathed. The furniture did not fare as well, but with her limitless wealth and reams of staff eager to please, Glinda had replaced it all in under two days. Paint had covered up the marks where she’d hurled things and they had damaged the walls, and the glass, ceramics, flowers, cake and blood had all been swept up and scrubbed away. Thank goodness for marble floors, she’d thought grimly. Before long, there was no evidence that anything had happened in there at all, apart from the marks on her very skin - and the lasting memory of the event.

Shenshen had practically forced her to take a few days off after it had happened, and Pfannee had cleared her diary. They told people she was sick. They rearranged her meetings, redirected visitors, and quelled the frustrated members of the Oz Board who needed her sign-off on various papers and projects. They both had started treating her less like the Throne Minister she wanted to be perceived as, and more like their old friend from Shiz. There was a gentleness when they spoke to her which had fizzled out of the years - mainly because she had been so rotten towards them - and in the evenings, they would visit her chambers and force her to stop working. In a way, their nighttime gatherings reminded her of their schooldays, when they’d stay up late giggling and gossiping. There was less of the former than there had been. It was hard for Glinda to smile these days. 

They were also seldom far from her. Pfannee, as her PA, was expected to be at her beck and call, but Shenshen had started sticking to her like glue as well. Despite her duties as Press Secretary, she seemed to always find the time to ‘pop in’ and say hello. Dulcibear, who had been informed of the incident, was equally attentive. If Glinda didn’t see her for tea at least once a day, the Bear would come bustling from her annex and demand they take it together. She could be quite firm when she wanted to be - which, Glinda supposed, made sense. The Bear did have experience wrangling the Thropp sisters, after all.

It was quite nice in a way to have company that she valued, but depressingly, Glinda couldn’t help but think the three of them were monitoring her. Yes, she had lost her temper, and yes, she had inadvertently hurt herself, but she wasn’t going to do anything stupid. She was confident that she had enough self-control to ensure something like that never happened again. Even if she did take to screaming into her pillow and punching her mattress from time to time (she had tried hitting her wall one evening, but all that achieved was reopening her stitches and leaving a red smear on the wallpaper). 

So, Glinda was totally in control. 

She fiddled with a pearl button on the fastening of her glove as she and Shenshen were jostled in a carriage. They were on their way to a remote corner of Munchkinland following some peculiar rumours of a potentially magical nature. Given Glinda was now the authority in such things, with Morrible in prison and Elphaba goodness knows where, she was asked to investigate. It would’ve been quicker to go by Bubble, but Shenshen wanted to go with her, and it was more difficult to steer with two passengers. Over the years, the mechanisms had worn and become unstable, but Glinda was proficient enough to make the thing float with her own magic. She had finally mastered Levitation with the help of the Grimmerie. 

Madame Morrible would be so proud, I'm sure. 

Sometimes, Glinda felt like the ancient spellbook was communicating with her. She didn’t dare tell anyone else, not when they were already worried about her mental wellbeing, but since she kept the Grimmerie in her chambers, she swore she could hear it whispering in the dead of night. She could never quite make out what it was saying. Now and again, she thought it was Elphaba’s voice. She hadn’t forgotten it in the six years they’d been apart, since she often listened to the old dictaphone recordings Elphaba had made to help her revise, so she naturally assumed she was simply imagining things. But the book was old and powerful, and Elphaba had poured so much of herself into it. What if it really is her trying to reach me? 

Glinda shook her head, dismissing the thought. It was a dangerous rabbit hole to delve down.

...See you on Wednesday for more 👀🩷💚

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Chapter Delay: She Sees Through Her

Sorry to report that the next chapter of my ongoing Gelphie fic, She Sees Through Her, is delayed. For how long? Honestly not sure, but probably 2 weeks at the earliest 😅I dropped the ball a bit because I've been unwell and the UK was blasted with a horrendous heatwave that completely obliterated my bandwidth for concentration 🫠 UK heatwaves hit different, I swear.

ANYWAY, I'm just putting this out there to reassure my readers (who also check this page I guess??) that I've not abandoned it by any stretch of the imagination. Just need an extension 🥰

Thanks for sticking with me and for your truly lovely response to the previous chapter 💚🩷

See you soon,

TectonicDisaster02

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✨Gelphie Fic✨ She Sees Through Her

Chapter 28: Longing is ready to roll 😎

Can't wait for you to read this one - defo a favourite chapter of mine. Lots of plot, lots of characters, LOTS of longing (hence the title)...And not long until the promised happy ending 💚🩷

Thank you so much for your comments and excitement on the last chapter as usual - you've not idea how much I value it 😇🫶

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Salmon and Soup from She Sees Through Her by TectonicDisaster02🩷💚

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Perfection 😭😭 Elphaba and Galinda's childhood cuddly toys brought wonderfully to life 🥹 Guess who belongs to who...

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✨Fic Excerpt✨ She Sees Through Her

Chapter 28 of my on-going Gelphie fic, She Sees Through Her, will be posted next Wednesday 💚🩷 For now, please enjoy this sneak peek! You can catch up here 😇 Appreciate the support! Working on some fanart too, so watch this space 👀

*Spoilers ahead if you've not caught up, of course*

From Chapter 28: Longing

Fliaan was, Elphaba had to admit, full to the brim with the peace and solace she had craved the night she left Oz.

Presently, she was quite literally doing nothing but listening to the birds. She tilted her head back, letting out a sigh. There was a chill in the air, being late January, and the garden she’d been attempting to cultivate over the handful of years was wilting from the cold. The poppies - Nessa’s poppies, as she referred to them as - were the only things still in bloom, bringing a splash of red and pink to the otherwise grey expanse that surrounded Gold’s Rest.

She and Fiyero had found it in the end, that fabled cottage belonging to Cecily Upland. It was tucked away in a quiet corner of Evervein, a cobbled town nestled in the heart of Fliaan, though it had been in a state of disrepair when they eventually arrived. It took two years of hard work to clean the place out and make sure the foundations were sound, but, as Elphaba had been pleasantly surprised to learn, the people of Evervein were more than happy to lend a hand. She and Fiyero stayed in the local inn while it was being mended, practically free of charge. They were both somewhat of a fascination to the Fliaanians - not only were they from Oz, a country they thought to be almost mythical, but she was green, and he was a living scarecrow. 

At first, Elphaba’s back was up. She didn’t like to be stared at or treated as a curiosity. It reminded her far too much of what she’d escaped. But the scrutiny came not from scorn - rather they were simply fascinated by her. It was helped by the fact so few of them had met Ozians before, so as far as they were concerned, everyone beyond the Deadly Desert might’ve been green or some other varied colour. Elphaba wasn’t about to correct them. For the first time in her life, the looks she was receiving were not those of fear. The Fliaanians practically embraced she and Fiyero as their own, not caring for skin colour or burlap flesh. Certainly, Fiyero’s ceaseless charm helped with that - he had his own fanclub within a month of arriving in Evervein - though she couldn’t help but wonder whether the locals were simply kinder than those she had grown up with. Green or not, it seemed like the Ozians were allergic to her presence even before they were taught to fear her thanks to Morrible’s smear campaign. Whether or not it was something entrenched within her old countrymen remained a mystery to Elphaba, but regardless, she cherished the unexpected hospitality of her new neighbours and tried not to bristle too much if she felt pairs of eyes watching her as she meandered around the market square. 

Truthfully, she was surprised that Gold’s Rest even existed. Pinning all her hopes on a wild tale from Cecily’s aggrandized lips was a risky thing. Even Fiyero said as much, when he finally caught up with her on her pilgrimage, and discovered her plan. But it was the only corner beyond Oz that Elphaba had heard of. Since the place had been standing empty and no one could actually locate its owner (Cecily’s alleged lover), there were no complaints when Elphaba and Fiyero decided to move in. You do it up, and it’s yours, the town Mayor had said. She was a stern but fair woman by the name of Glifina Dhomarel, and she, like most of Evervein’s residents, was rather taken with Fiyero. Honestly, Elphaba smirked to herself, he’s no better than a walking sack of straw, and he still has oodles of charisma. 

They’d spoken about it, his transformation. When they’d made the perilous journey across the desert and Elphaba actually had the time to process what had happened to him - her head was a mess since leaving - she’d felt nothing but guilt. She couldn’t help but remember what she’d inadvertently put Boq through, and how much pain he’d seemed to be in. Of course, Fiyero’s pain had been for another reason, given Avaric’s brutal treatment, and he’d assured her that he could not feel a thing during the ordeal.

But the man could not eat, drink, or sleep. While he could feel, it wasn’t the same as when he was entirely human. He had emotions. He still laughed at corny jokes, still got frustrated if something didn’t go his way, and still felt sad if he saw a crushed snail on the cobbled path that led up to their cottage. He could also feel pressure whenever Elphaba held his hand, or tapped him in the shoulder. But he had quite literally chopped a few of his fingers off doing some building work and hadn’t even noticed until one of the other villagers had let out an earsplitting shriek. Elphaba had sewn them back on, feeling slightly sick, and had to periodically restuff him with straw when he lost it through the shoddy job she’d done. He took it all in a wobbly stride, though. He even made light of it. 

‘You know what I miss most, even more than a nice whisky or a lovely romp?’ he would say cheerfully. ‘...Taking a massive dump.’

Elphaba would pull a face and mutter under her breath about how foul such a proclamation was, and he’d laugh it off or pat her on the back. He always thanked her for saving his life, and assured her that not being ‘enslaved’ to bodily needs was in fact quite freeing. 

Yet he still had nightmares. Though nightmares was the wrong word, since he technically never slept. But Elphaba would hear him crying out in the early hours, and when she would run to him, he would be clutching the back of his head where Avaric dealt the final blow. She would cradle him when that happened. He couldn’t cry, and yet he sobbed. 

They rarely spoke about those times. 

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can you talk a bit about your planning process for SSTH? same person as those two previous anons haha

Thank u for your support, firstly!! 🫶

Happy to🙂‍↕️ When I first started the fic, I was only going to cover the Shiz era, and have each chapter focus on one specific element of Elphaba or Glinda's respective childhoods. However, the more I wrote, the more it evolved, and I realised the story I wanted to tell went beyond Shiz. I'd had the first 15 chapters planned out before I even started, but when I realised the story was growing, I tweaked the plan and decided to firm up the world building and introduce OCs etc.!

Generally with each chapter, I write out the major plot points. Then I decide which POV would be best suited to telling that section (obviously it's easier when the girls are apart). I then write a more detailed structure in each POV - this looks like the ramblings of a madwoman if anyone ever saw my notebook 💀 - and start writing!

Naturally the chapters change and evolve the more I write, so I'm constantly going back and adding notes. When I'm happy with the draft, I send it off to my lovely beta readers, who help with typos and offer different perspectives 🥰

Since I started to focus on the world building aspects, I used aspects from Maguire's universe and what I remembered from Baum's original Oz novels (which I loved as a kid!) and incorporated more and more of their work into mine, especially with religions. I found that stuff so interesting that I ended up reading Wicked! So the fic suddenly became a mashup of the stage/movie verse, the OG verse, and Maguire's verse - with my own ideas and creative liberties of course.

Basically, I always have a plan, but sometimes the chapters go in different directions and I then try and go with the flow 😎 It's a lot longer than I ever anticipated, but the more I wrote, the more I wanted to explore in greater detail their relationship and how they became the witches we know and love 💚💗

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i still can't believe there's a real shot in hit 2025 movie wicked: for good where elphaba leans in way too close and glinda's eyes immediately fall on her lips wtf

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My Gelphie fic, She Sees Through Her, has reached 1000 kudos?! 😭 I'm so grateful!! It's the first of my fics to reach this milestone 🥹🫶

Working on the next chapter as we speak and it's gonna be a good one (I hope) 🩷💚