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⏦ﾟ♡︎ galinda upland rp blog! ⏦ﾟ♡︎ ( loved by harleen )

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galinda upland, the good witch of the north, the one who mourns the wicked wicked canon character roleplay / writing blog

welcome! to harleen's slightly freakier corner of the internet!! freakier than my main account that is )

hi! i'm harleen / harley! i use she / her / they / them, and i am the mastermind behind this blonde little freak!

my main account is @madmaxified if you ever wanted to follow me

on there!! you can also find me at @dumbbindes and @strngeandunusual and @lserhrringtns

and now, for just a quick bit of info on eva and and personal boundaries!!

galinda is a character very near and dear to my heart, she’s very special to me as with such comes a lot of silly headcannons and constant thoughts about her swirling in my mind. though i’ll try to stick to canon and not stray too far off the path, there will probably be the odd ( or several odd ) posts where i just indulge in my headcannons. this blog also isn’t a safe space for galinda hate! dni if you think ‘galinda is the real villain of wicked’

I'm also open to multi fandom interaction. though i will be a little more inclined towards wicked blogs /interactions

however!! please do not try to romantically interact with spencer if your character is a man! i very much heavily headcannon galinda as a lesbian and any attempt at male romantic interaction will be swiftly shut down. platonic interaction is fine as well as romantic from female characters who are legal adults!

as for boundaries,,

minors do not interact! this blog will most definitely contain mature topics and possibly some nsfw, i don't care what you consume just don't do it here

please, no homophobia, racism, or any type of bullying or rude behaviour towards me or anyone else on my page, in character is fine, but hate the characters, not the creators. hate of any kind will not be tolerated. please dni if you support isreal

please, please, please don't spam me! i have a life outside of tumblr! if i haven't responded to your ask don't send a million other ones, there's a good chance you could get blocked

all of the graphics i make are mine, please do not steal any of them

tags and meanings :

‪‪❤︎‬ MOD TALKS : me, harley, out of character just yapping

‪‪❤︎‬ GALINDA ANSWERS : replies to asks

‪‪❤︎‬ GONNA MAKE YOU POPULAR ‪‪: interactions, roleplay, etc

‪‪❤︎‬ GALINDA YAPS : galinda yapping your ears off about whatever she’s thinks about ( reblogs, etc )

‪‪❤︎‬ OPEN STARTS : open starters you can interact with! non fandom specific

‪‪❤︎‬ HARLEEN WRITES : drabbles / any type of writing i’ve done of this silly gal

[goodwtchnorths]

dorothy blog? mayhaps? mayhaps-

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( based on a starter from @odditiesofoz )

“ prickly things? ” glinda’s eyebrows knit together and one hand flies to the back of her neck, fingers brushing delicately over the skin there, searching for anything remotely close to the ‘prickly things’ scraps spoke about

her teeth dug into her lower lip as her hand slowly lowered, her eyebrows knitting tightly together “ d’you mean, the hairs on the back of your neck? “

[ormundshightower]

[ormundshightower]

Wicked (2024) // Wicked: For Good (2025)

[pinkgoeswellwithgreen]

JUST BLOODY KISS, STOP TEASING US AND GIVE US THE FLAMING KISS

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gang what if i said i was gunna be active again-

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( for @halfofozsfavouriteteam ! )

” but i can! and i want to!” galinda’s eyes were wide as she nodded as fast as she could, hands shooting forward to grab onto elphaba’s “i - i mean, you’re helping all the animals and i want to help you! “

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

“Why?” Elphaba asked, dumbfounded as the girl took her hands. She was wanted as a criminal throughout Oz for stealing the Grimmerie, and transforming the Wizard’s Monkeys (albeit at his request). There was a small band of Animals that she could count as allies, and she didn’t trust anyone outside that group easily. “How did you find me?”

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“ well ‘cause you’re good, obviously! “ galinda couldn’t help the soft chuckle at elphaba’s words, like she almost didn’t believe them. “ i mean, you might just the only person in all oz, in the whole world really, who wants to do anything to help the animals, a - and you’re a real magic user! so you could totally be super selfish with that, but you’re not! a - and i mean, i, myself, am an aspiring sorceress, and i can say in a thousand percent confidence, that magic like yours in all but non existent! and i’d love to help you, a - and maybe you could teach me something? maybe? just a little spell? “

her smile turns a little more nervous as she rambles on, though she forces it to stay upturned in the corners, even if she could feel the muscles in her cheeks straining. she doesn’t want to push elphaba away, not when she really does want to help, and maybe finally learn some actual magic along the way. “ well . . . i mean, you’re green and your face is plastered everywhere so . . . you’re not as hard to find as you think! “

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

She did have a point—magic was rare in Oz. Elphaba had once thought that only the Wizard and Madame Morrible were capable of such power. It turned out that the Wizard had no power—but she did. But how useful was that power if no one was on her side? Everyone had immediately thought the worst of her, after she had confronted the Wizard on his treatment of the Animals. Everyone except for this girl, apparently. Elphaba was skeptical about her motives, but when she explained that she was an aspiring sorceress, it all clicked in her mind.  She wanted her to teach her?

Her instinct was to tell her to go home, but then, if she did, what would stop others from coming after her? Her face fell when she stated that she had been easy to find. If this girl could find her so easily, then the Gale Force wouldn’t be far behind. “Look, Miss…” she paused for her name.

[goodwtchnorths]

“ galinda! upland! of the upper uplands! “ she beamed at elphaba excitedly, rocking back and forth between the balls of her feet and her heels. for a moment she expects the witch to suddenly light up and go off about how she obviously knows who she is now! everyone knows the uplands! that’s usually what happens every time galinda meets someone new, of course elphaba isn’t just ‘ someone new ‘ she’s just about one of the last magic users in oz, and the most wanted fugitive

“ my - my family, they uhm . . . they used to be sorcerers! magic users! witches! warlocks! everything! but the key word there is used to “ galinda continues to ramble, and there doesn’t seem to be a ending in sight. she just desperately wants to impress elphaba, to prove that she’s sincere in what she says, because maybe if she does, she’ll let her stay and teach her magic “ no one’s had magic in years, but my momsie says that was when i was an itty bitty baby that i used to make stuff float and around and sometimes explode, but it stopped when i got older! so - so i do have magic! and - and maybe you can help me . . . wake it up! y’know? and - and then i can help you and the animals! “

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( for @wickedlywonderful, based on winged ! galinda au discussions! )

“ well . . . i’m also here if you need me “ the words feel wrong on galinda’s tongue, but she forces the small smile to her face, trying to meet the wizard’s gaze without pulling away and cowering away behind the fluffy white wings currently tucked at her sides

if there was ever going to be any hope of getting out of this cursed place, any hope of finding fieryo or, more importantly, elphie, she’d need the wizard to let her go, or she’d end up just like elphaba, enemy of all of oz, a monster.

[papamortuus-blog]

“Awwww. Whatta—what a good little girl you are, Galinda,” he says, lips sticky with flattery as he presses them briefly to her knuckle in a token of thanks. “Such a sweetheart, worried about me. But it’s my job to worry about you.”

He taps the top of her nose with his index finger in an overly familiar sort of way, as if he’s known her her whole life and not only a few days now. She’s sweet, naive, well-meaning, but a little ham-fisted in her fishing for information. Maggie says she was popular at school, and she does have that Gillikinese pleasantness about her; he can see where she might have done well employing these ploys against the girls and boys in her immediate vicinity. But Oz is a man, and an old, jaded man at that; what works on a boy is not guaranteed to work on him.

“If—if I could give you anything, anything in the world…what would you want, hmm?”

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galinda wants to wince and rip her hand away the moment the wizard’s lips touch her knuckles, but forces herself to stay still, her free hand clenching into a tight fist at her side. she forces the small, but admittedly straining, smile to stay plastered on her face, nodding along with his words. 

“ you’ve just been so . . . kind, i suppose ” the words fall so easily from her lips that galinda has to wonder just how much of her life’s she’s spent lying, especially if it’s this easy. it didn’t feel like lying before, bating her eyelashes as her schoolmates or her parents or one of her old nannies, begging and pleading because whatever they had was what she wanted most in the world. back then it had just felt natural, like it was the right way to live, like the universe owed it to her, owed her to right to trick everyone around her into giving her what she wanted. but that had been before elphie, before she’d had her first real friend, before she’d met someone who’d done something kind for her without her having to beg and trick her into it first. now lying felt wrong and sticky, like her had been coated in honey and glue

she almost flinches back when his finger touches the tip of her nose, and though galinda’s able to hold her body still, her wings still flutter and jump slightly at her back, as if waiting for her flight of fight response to kick in.

“ i - if you find elphie, don’t hurt her! “ the words leave galinda’s mouth before she has time to think of a more wizard appropriate answer, an answer that wouldn’t leave her looking like the sole sympathizer for oz’s worst enemy. “ she - she means well, she just doesn’t like that the animals are suffering, that’s all, she doesn’t actually wanna hurt anyone “

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“Woah-ho! Wowzers! That’s, uh. That’s what we call an ‘inside thought,’ kiddo, suggesting the Wizard would hurt anyone! Why, that’s no less than treasonous!” And that’s good. Oz has not the Great and Terrible in years, having settled for Great and Powerful with this last iteration of his mechanoid puppet. He would have to become Terrible again, and this poor little powder puff’s death was not how he would prefer to do that. “I’d, uh. Hate to think he’s done to that already. As I’m sure would the rest of Oz!

“No, no, we only want to—I only want to talk to her. And get the Grimmerie back. I’m—I’m not at all against helping the animals, in principle! And lemme tell you: think what you will of the, uh, the actual effects of the thing—you’ve certainly got more right to an opinion than most—but the spells in there…what they can do, they can help everyone. Everyone, sweetheart, do you understand?” The Grimmerie offered unlimited power to those who could use it: he should know, he’d read the thing cover to cover to cover to corner, though nothing ever came of it. Not like with Elphaba.

“If she wants to end their suffering, she’s got the means to right there. But look at how it hurt you! Clearly we need to come together, study the thing as a team.” Like all the best lies, there’s a little bit of truth to that. It’s mostly truth, actually, a lie by omission, but there’s no need to trot out the finer details right now.

“No. No, no, no! Let’s, uh. Let’s try again, huh? I’ll be a little more specific. Except for what can’t be undone, like your wings and losing poor—El-Elphie, did you call her?” His lips twitch up. “That’s cute! And for what won’t be done, like, uh. Like hurting her, or telling Oz about the Wizard’s secret. Except for those, sweetheart, what would you want? What is your heart’s desire?”

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the flutter of hope that fills galinda’s chest at the wizard’s words is, admittedly, a little bit shameful, and does feel the twinge of guilt tug at her heartstrings when she thinks of dr. dillamond being dragged out of class, the way madame morrible and the wizard sent the guards after elphaba, how they turned on her so quickly, how angry elphie had looked, but if the wizard said he wasn’t going to hurt elphaba when she was eventually found, galinda had to believe him, right? he hadn’t hurt her yet, and he’d seemingly had plenty of opportunities to do so.

“really?” her voice is a hopeful whisper, and for the first time in days, a small, but genuine, smile spreads across her face. if he really did just wanna talk to elphie, if he really did just wanna help everyone, then maybe everything would be okay! 

though, her smile falters when the wizard mentions her wings, of elphie cursing her, accident or not, and she can’t help but let her gaze flick to the mounds of white feathers tucked against her back. she can’t help the small wince at the memory of them tearing their way out of her skin, the pain of the bone forming and attaching itself to her spine, even if she’d gotten more used to them now, her back still ached uncontrollably and uncomfortably from time to time. 

“ she - she didn’t mean to “ galinda shakes her head, lips pursed and eyebrows knitting together “ i - i’ve gotten more used to them now, see? “ she forces her wings to spread out slightly and flutter behind her, not enough to move her by any means, but simply to show off they’re not just acting on instinct anymore. but she also doesn’t argue with the wizard, maybe, just maybe if she studies the grimmerie enough, she’ll discover some secret, magical way to get rid of her wings, to go back to being a normal person. 

“ i . . . “ see fieryo? go home? go back to school? all are understandable answers, and they’re rooted in truth. even if fieryo had been anything but present ever since the poppy incident, galinda doesn’t doubt he’s worried about her, and she’s sure her parents are worried now that they’re not getting their weekly letters. but the more galinda thinks about it, the more she realizes all she wants is to see elphie again, to hug her, to hold her hand, touch her in someway so she can store the memory of it inside her head forever. but she can tell that’s the last thing she wants to wizard to say, so instead she settles for something simpler  “ i’d uhm . . . i’d like for madame morrible to continue her sorcery lessons with me “

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Oz’s eyebrows raise all the way to his hairline when Galinda finally muddles through her heart’s desire. It’s surprising to hear: Maggie never indicated the girl had any proficiency in the arcane arts, and the idea of anyone asking to study at Maggie’s knee that wasn’t…well, frankly, him…is more than a bit surprising. Especially announced as a heart’s desire. One hand raises up to his mouth, fingers pulling over mustache, lips, and goatee. The cogs turning over in his brain manifest as a bright twinkle in his eye, a sudden, sharpened interest.

He hums and rocks back a step, gaze falling down to take her in from toe to tip. When his gaze again resettles on her face he hums a second time, a second tuneless note. Gently, he takes her hands in his and spreads her arms wide, examining her from every available angle before stepping back once more—this time to encircle her. He hums a third time as he walks slowly around. When he stops again in front of her, those critical brown eyes narrow, lips pursing together.

“That’s, uh. That’s certainly very easily arranged, Miss Galinda—but I would be remiss, absolutely negligent!, if I didn’t express some. Some degree of concern for that being the loftiest wish of such a—becoming, bewitching young lady. So I think. I’m gonna do ya a favor and, uh…expand, improve!, upon that wish. I’m—I’m not just going to see Maggie take you on as her pupil. No. No, no, no! I’m going to take you on as well.”

It’s not a bad idea, really. She already knows how to wield some degree of her charms to get what she’s after; why not teach her the rest? Maggie’s been so focused on sharpening the pitchforks that she’s overlooked the torches. They’d always intended to hold the Wizard and his Council out as the next bright beam of hope: what better way to spark that off than with a new torch, a symbol of hope in the darkness? Someone who could personally attest to the wickedness of their enemy, who bore inconcealable scars and chose to bear them as a testament to ultimate goodness….

It’s an easy sell handed to him, and her!, on a platter, a means of soothing anxieties for everyone involved.

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galinda’s eyebrows knit together, lips pursing together as she tried to study his expression. was he going to say no? was this too much to ask? was he going to send her back up to that blasted tower room and never let her out again? she didn’t want to go back to being locked up like some kind of wild beast! what if he’d gotten so upset that she’d mentioned elphaba that he’d lock her up and throw away the key, let her rot up in that tower, waste away into nothing but a disfigured skeleton. 

galinda felt her wings curl in nervously as her mind raced with a million bad thoughts and fears, her hands coming up to clutch and fiddle with the ends of her feathers. she tried to keep the smile plastered on her face, but she could feel it straining and falling at the corners. “o - or something else could work! i don’t - i don’t need to study with her! i mean i could probably figure it out on my own!” she tries to sound confident, tries to keep her voice from wavering, she doesn’t even really know what she’s saying, the words are just tumbling out of her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the wizard from locking her away, but she doesn’t try and stop herself either.

though galinda tries to cut herself off as quickly as possible the moment the wizard’s words register in her ear, brown eyes going wide as her wings uncurl from her sides. “really?” she can’t hide the excitement in her voice, can’t stop the way her mouth curls into a real, excited smile “you think she’ll teach me?” galinda’s mind wanders to morrible’s disapproving glances, the belittling comments, and finally, to the way the woman had stared at her with a look of such surprise and bewilderment when she saw with galinda and her wings for the first time. she can’t help but wonder that now that elphie is gone that maybe madame morrible will treat her differently, even if than hope creates a gnawing guilt in her stomach.

“but you don’t . . . sorry, i’m not sure i quite understand” galinda’s smile faltered slightly at the wizard’s words, turning from one of excitement and hope to one that’s strained and confused “you’re . . . also going to teach me?” what was he going to teach her? how to lie and trick nice people like elphie and dr. dillamond?

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“Sure, sure. Why not? Me and you, we could expand your horizons well beyond—well! I guess we’d be, ah…free, unrestrained, unlimited, together! You’re thinking too small, Galinda, sweetheart, or, uh, just not at all!, if you I’ve got nothing to teach you.”

The art of the sale, the ole’ razzle dazzle, how to keep the public eye exactly where you want it, how to get them in the palm of your hand—there’s merit to popularity. The power of public approval is tidal, to say the least, and popularity is the reigns by which that tide is swayed. Gaining popularity is as simple as applying a little charisma, and that’s a thing he can teach her. She’ll be playing Ozians like a fiddle by the time he’s done with her! The spark of interest in Oz’s eye has blown into feverish glint, the shine of a fire lit from within.

“I can teach you to take what you already do and do it ten times better. You were a big fish in a small pond, back at school: I can teach you how to bring a big pond to its knees. There’s a bright future ahead for you, if you think you can handle that.”

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unlimited. galinda can’t help the way her mind wanders to elphie, the way her hand had slipped into her’s, the soft smile that spread across her face. why’d didn’t she just go with her? galinda’s stomach churns at the thought, why hadn’t she? she wishes more than anything that she had, that she wasn’t stuck here, locked up in a tower, being paraded around the palace like she was some kind of prize, a trophy.  

“ o - oh “  she nods weakly, a small, fake smile spreading across her face  “ r - right, i see. i - i’d like that! “

she forces herself not to shrink under oz’s gaze, the feverish glint in her eyes is enough to make now fluffed up, pampered wings ( courtesy of the wizard’s personal boutique staff ) tuck against her sides, wrapping around her arms and chest protectively. but galinda forces the smile to stay plastered on her face, forces herself not the shrink under his gaze, instead continuing to nod slowly at his words. 

“ i can “  galinda nods quickly, even if it makes her skin crawl, she needs him to trust her, maybe if he trusts her, if she lets him teach her, mold her into his perfect little public figure, maybe he’ll let go, at least long enough for her to go looking for elphie

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@goodwtchnorths made the mistake of plotting with me 🫧 🪄

It’s supper time in the Emerald City and though he could be anywhere—dining out at a swanky restaurant with the other well-to-do’s about town, locked in a study or a library or a workshop elbow-deep in some distraction, even crashing a family dinner if he felt so inclined—Oscar finds himself ascending the spiral staircase to the largest of his tower rooms, a prison suite fit for royalty, if it ever came to that. Its sole occupant is far less magnificent, though no less wonderful, than an uppity prince or princess in need of an object lesson about rulership. They may have lost the little green meal ticket, but their consolation prize was just as good, and easily contained in the tower suite.

Although he probably doesn’t need to, Oscar still knocks twice before unlocking and opening the suite’s door. The rolling cart of food was already left on the landing for him, letting him push the cart in and enter with a smile instead of entering sweating and breathless. He locks the door behind him and begins to whistle a jaunty tune. He knows she’s here, somewhere, that she can hear him, and he’s determined to remain the cheerful Wizard he’d already made the mistake of unveiling to her. (The Puppet and fear are so much easier to manage.) The tune he whistles is a foreign one, a back-home earworm of a song. He bustles about a little table on the first floor of the tower suite, setting it for two with a few of the things from the cart. He doesn’t lay the whole meal out now, but a polite salad, a little soup, and four glass chalices: two, green in color, filled with water from a chilled carafe and two, golden in hue, filled with a passable but weak wine.

“…ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay, ta-ra-ra boom-de-ay…oh, uh, little—hah! Oh, little bird-ee-ay, do you feel hun-ger-ay?” What started as a distracted singing along becomes a singsonging question, raising in volume to address the full suite. He pulls a chair out from the table and stands expectantly behind it, one hand folded over the top rail of the chair’s back as he waits for the little lady to show up and take her seat. It won’t do to have a Wizard who’s not also a gentleman, after all.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…come, come, ah. Dine, huh? I know you must be hungry.” Not to mention lonely. She needs to be kept a secret until they know what they’re going to do with her, and Maggie isn’t likely to have come visiting this one without him. Why, he might just be the first face she’s seen at all today, friendly or otherwise!

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galinda’s bored, to put it simply, she’s scared and she’s exhausted and she’s hungry, but mostly she’s bored. she’s been stuck in this stupid tower for oz knows how long, the only windows in this forsaken room are made of a such a dark green glass that’s impossible to tell when the sun was out and when it had gone to sleep.

but there was nothing to do in this stupid place, all of her stuff was back at her shiz dorm ( unless madame morrible had done something with it ) and the only semblance of a source of entertainment in this room were childrens books on how wonderful and magical the stupid, phony, wizard was. so galinda resigned her to spend her days curled up on the surprisingly comfortable bed, her brand new, and admittedly scary wings, either tucked firmly against her back and wrapped protectively around her almost like a blanket

she flinched at the sound of the two short knocks and the knot turning, and in a flurry of pink and blonde and white, galinda had raced off the bed and into the closet on the other side of the room. she tried to tug the doors shut, tried to make herself fit, but the space was already small her stupid, big wings kept trying to force themselves wider. she didn’t understand how to control them yet, and being locked up in a tower wasn’t helping her get any better at it, so instead of just tucking behind her so she could shut the door, galinda instead had to try and hook the door with the tip of her foot while her hands clutched tightly on the firmer, bony parts of her wings and forced them to stay put, letting them wrapped around and in front of her like a fluffy, feathery, white bubble. “ just! tuck! tuck! you - you - you - “

she only seems to burrow further behind her protective ‘shields’ at the sound of the wizard’s sing songy voice and at being called ‘little birdy’. she wasn’t a bird, and the nickname only make a small scowl spread across galinda’s face. she didn’t think he’d come to see her himself, and if he had she hadn’t been expecting him to bring her dinner. “ i’m not hungry ” it’s lie, she’s starving. the semblance of a meal she had was the snacks she’d eaten on the train to oz with elphie “ so, you can go away now ”

[papamortuus-blog]

It ends up being a good thing Galinda is still hiding in the room, presumably unable to see him and hide effectively at the same time. The reaction to her response is as immediate as it is irrepressible, a sneer twisting his features up into something grotesque and his hand tightening around the rail of the chair. Oz has grown into a man unused to hearing the word no—but no matter. He closes his eyes and forces his face back into neutrality as he takes a deep breath in through the nose. He releases it sharply from the mouth and even ends up with a smile again, warm and friendly, before reopening his eyes. No. No matter! Oscar Zoroaster Phadrig Isaac Norman Henkle Emmannuel Ambroise Diggs might have had to take no for an answer, but the Great and Powerful—the Terrible and Beloved—the Wonderful Wizard of Oz needn’t take any answer he doesn’t like. Not for long, anyhow.

Oz sighs again and laughs a little this time, head tipping all the way back before falling all the way forward again. He pats her chair twice and shrugs as he moves away from it, hands at shoulder height as if to prove he means no harm this time.

“Well, uh—ha! Well, of course, I can…can’t, I should say, uh, make you come eat…but I’m afraid it would be—both, ah. Terribly rude and terribly unfair for me to leave. It can’t stay hot forever, you know, and I was—gosh. So hoping to make a good impression, I had Chef whip up all her best. The very least I could do is eat it while it’s still, ah, warm.” Having so spoken, Oz pulls his own chair out and has a seat opposite the empty place set for her. He flicks a napkin out one-handed and gently lays it across his lap, minding his p’s and q’s better than he normally would have liked. She can’t know how divorced from Ozian culture and good breeding that he really is, that and his face AND his damned secret would simply be too much to bear. He begins with the soup, making a good show of it before once again breaking the room’s silence.

“Mmm. Mmm! My compliments to—well, I’ll have someone tell her later. You’re sure you’re, uhm. Full? It’s—I mean this with, uh, no exaggeration, Galinda, but this is the best soup I’ve had…ever, in Oz. It’s got a little, mmmmm, nuttiness to it? I think it’s seasonal.” Clearly he didn’t intend to have a quiet meal, with or without company at the table, and with the fullness of the cart just behind him and to the left, he wouldn’t be without topics to expound upon for a while.

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galinda didn’t know what she’d expected to happen when she said no to supper, that the wizard would throw up his hands in apology, send all the guards away and let her go? maybe get madame morrible to reverse the stupid spell and get rid of these stupid wings? ( it can never be undone, the words echo in her head and make her already aching stomach churn ) but she can’t say she’s surprised when not only does the wizard not leave, but also insists on staying, she more disappointed.

she can’t help but poke her head just a little bit out from behind her wings, just daring to peak out into the room from behind the almost shut closet doors. the food does spell delicious, almost as good at the rosemary soup her mama used to have the chef make when galinda got sick as a little girl, and the moment the smells really hit her nose, galinda’s stomach begins to growl, loudly and uncomfortably.

part of wants to just rush out and gobble up everything that’s out on the table, as unladylike as that would be, but the other, more scared part of her, thinks of elphie, of the animals, of being trapped in this tower, the way the wizard and morrible had looked at her when they’d first seen the wings, like she was some kind of freak on display for them to poke and prod at. but that nervous part of her gets quieter and quieter the longer she listens to the wizard eat. galinda doesn’t even like soup all that much, she kinda hates it, but she’s so hungry!

and so it isn’t long before she carefully nudges the closet door open, hesitating for a moment before she takes a small step out and pulls herself to her feet, wings still shielding most of her, though she peaks her head out just enough to get a better look at the food on the table. “ i’m uhm . . . i’m a little hungry, i suppose ” maybe if she’s polite, he’ll let her go, it’s an almost too hopeful endeavour, but he seemed willing to give elphie a second chance when she first got upset, maybe he’ll think twice about keeping her here is she stays on his good side. 

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Oz beams at her from over another spoonful of soup, hurriedly swallowing it and dabbing at his mouth with the napkin from his lap as he stands. Just as before, he gets behind the chair and waits for her to sit. When she does, this time, he scoots the seat all the way in and even flicks a napkin out of his sleeve with all the practiced ease of a stage magician: it flutters out having appeared as if from nowhere, and he leaves it to fall over her lap as he returns to his seat. Those wings, boy—as unbelievable as they are from a distance, up close they’re impossibly beautiful to boot. He’d been studying them while giving Galinda his little sleight of hand show, white and downy and more matured than they’d seemed at first. They might actually be able to hold her weight, if she can learn to use them.

The moment he’s back on his side of the table, his eyes find her face and ignore everything else. His smiles are easy, well-practiced, not always genuine but this one seems more genuine than some she’s already seen. The wings are a thrilling miracle made literal—but they’re also something he’ll simply have to study later. She’s been understandably reluctant to see him, and first thing’s first, he has to set that aright. And that means turning on the ole’ charm.

“There we go. Nice and, ah—comfortable, right?” He stops and frowns, craning his neck for a moment to see—would that be comfortable, if one had wings? “Right?” he repeats, more seriously now, returning his attention to her face. His expression is entirely serious, as if her comfort is his sole concern. “I could always, y’know. Get you a little something whipped up, hmm?, maybe a…something backless, or something more cushioned? I was thinking the whole way up here, you, you must be so—uncomfortable! I mean, never mind the wings, right?, but here you’ve never even once been to the Emerald City before, let alone to the Palace, and now you’re—just all alone.” There’s pity in his eyes as he strokes his neck, staring out at her from under furrowed brow. “I’m willing to bet you’ve never been alone before. Am I right?”

He isn’t hungry, not really, that had been act for her sake—one he remembers only belatedly, lost as he was in thinking out loud. Realizing this, he shakes himself some and reaches for his wineglass. Can’t let himself get too lost in the moment now.

“—or am I just a prying, prattling old man? You’re, hah!, under no obligation to…tell me anything you don’t want. You’re here as my guest.” Which is a nice way of saying prisoner. “And I’m so looking forward to the rest of your stay! You just let me know when you’re ready for—more main course, less soup-and-salad-special.”

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galinda hesitates before walking over to the table, part of wonders if she could try and over power the wizard, shove him now that he’s distracted and run out into the hallway and hopefully find out a way out of this maze of a palace. but the remembers the winged monkeys, the way they’d screamed and smashed the glass and tried to drag her right out the window that last time she saw them, and decides against it because even if she can overpower the wizard, a whole army of deranged monkeys is a whole other thing.

she can’t help the way her eyes widened in wonderment when the napkin slips out of his sleeve, even if the sparkle in her eyes is short lived as it disappears the moment she remembers who the man in front of her is and where she was, but it’s still reminiscent of the excited shine her eyes had held when she’d first met the wizard. her wings slowly pull away from her face, instead half - tucking, half - curling against her sides, though they do rub uncomfortably against the back of her chair, she doesn’t feel like she’s in danger, maybe her wings sense that since they no longer seem eager and ready to flap and fly her away, even if galinda is almost sure that wouldn’t work at all ( even if the idea of getting to fly with birds up in the clouds is something little galinda used to spend hours daydreaming about )

she nods slowly at the wizard’s words, eyes constantly flicking from down at her lap to his gaze, half expecting it to turn to an evil sneer and for him to lung out across the table and grab her. “ m - maybe a backless one would be nice “ galinda fidgets as she talks, shifting in her seat, trying to find a way to sit when the stupid wings don’t jab into her arms and back and don’t rub uncomfortably against the strange engravings on the chair. 

pale eyebrows furrow together as galinda finally meets the wizard’s gaze, ‘uncomfortable’? of course she’s uncomfortable! she’s been cursed with massive wings she can’t control and now she’s being held against her will in a stuffy tower far away from her family and friends with no idea when elphaba has gone too. and now she’s being forced to have dinner with the man responsible for almost everything going wrong in her life currently, uncomfortable is an understatement. but before galinda could open her mouth to protest, the last of the wizard’s words register in her brain

‘alone’, had she ever been alone? her whole childhood had been spent being pampered by her parents and various nannies, her teenage, and now young adult, years she’d spent surrounded by people who adored but hadn’t really understood her, and for the past few months she’s spent almost every waking moment with elphaba. maybe that was why the last few hours ( or days even, again, the stupid stained glass windows make it impossible to tell ) had been so excruciating, there wasn’t anyone there, no parents, no nannies, no friends, no elphie.

and with that, the dam breaks, galinda’s eyes squeeze shut as her shoulders hunch over. tear after tears rolls down her now flushing cheeks in a waterfall into the now cold soup in front of her, soft, whiny hiccups and sobs escaping her mouth. she wants to go home, she wants to see her parents, she wants to see elphaba, but instead she’s here, crying into a bowl of pea soup with a man who’s name she doesn’t even know. 

[papamortuus-blog]

—oops. Clearly, he’s pushed one too many buttons, or only the right button very hard: the silly pink pompom is sniffling into her soup and looking for all the world like a pathetic child who’s just been scolded. Given that he isn’t hungry, anyway, it’s easy to set the spoon down and to once more pat his mouth clean with the napkin. There are any number of ways to play this: he could lean back into what he does best and talk her in dizzying circles, he could pretend he doesn’t know what he did and ask why she’s crying—hell, he could give her a cold smile and leave the room, and that’s probably what she’s half-expecting, the way she glares at him sometimes!

But sweet, pathetic little Galinda is too important for those mind games. All of Plan B relies on her being well in-hand, and that starts here, tonight, at supper. Oscar sighs as he pulls himself to his feet, a habit born of age, and trails his fingertips along the table as he returns to her side. What words would suit the occasion? Pretty, fawning words of praise to per her ego? A warm, fatherly speech about how very not-alone she is while he’s around? He settles on something far simpler instead. He pulls Galinda’s head in with a gentle, guiding touch, placing a brief, chaste kiss on the top of her head before petting her curls. There’s a clear invitation to lean into him, onto him, to accept this comfort and lay her head on his chest or shoulder, to hug be hugged back. He won’t push it, can’t afford to lose her, but the invitation is there, tainted emerald that it is.

The tune rumbling low in his throat is sweet, but foreign, another back-home song, this one a lullaby he had picked up when already a man. Lullabies are strange things; the tune of this one has a tendency to turn his head and leave him longing for it, but the words—so many promises, all made hollow here—have never quite tickled his fancy. It’s only the tune he shares now, though even that tapers off as the sobbing subsides. He pulls his head back and looks down at Galinda. “Alone is an…an, uh, awful way to be. Isn’t it?”

[goodwtchnorths]

if this were any or time, at any other place, galinda probably would’ve taken a deep breath and plastered on the fakest of sweet smiles and nodding along with whatever was being said to her, but this wasn’t any other time. she was trapped in the emerald city, elphaba was gone, she’d been cursed with massive, stupid wings she still couldn’t control, and her only companions in all of oz now seemed to just be the wizard and madame morrible. so she found herself snivelling and hiccuping, shoulders hunched and head turned downward as she whimpered and cried. she wanted to go home, she didn’t want to be alone.

she hadn’t even realized the wizard had pulled himself to his feet and sauntered on over to her until she feels the soft kiss along her hairline. the touch draws a soft gasp out of galinda, pink lips falling open and eyes widening as she titled her head upwards just slightly, shoulders unhunching just enough for her body to turn slightly to face his. she just stares at him in silence for a moment, big brown eyes looking almost like glass as the wizard’s hands run through her hair, and galinda knows it, tears and once again rolling down her face as ugly sobs tears their way out of her throat.

she’s not quite sure why she leans into the wizard, maybe it’s because she’s exhausted, maybe it’s because she hasn’t fully processed what exactly is happening, but deep down, she knows it’s because there’s an aching knot inside her chest, because she’s just so tired and lonely and scared, and just wants some semblance of comfort, even if it’s from the man who’s the source of almost all of this hurt. she doesn’t hug him or anything, but her head comes to rest against his ribs as she cries softly, wings wrapping protectively around her arms and chest.

the wizard’s lullaby hits her ears, and galinda finds herself listening, letting her mind wander away from the sorrow filled thoughts of the last day or so, of elphie, and instead focus on the unfamiliar tune filling her ears. it’s unrecognizable, which is odd because galinda was sure she’d learned almost every old timey, lullaby like song imaginable back when she was little and her mother had insisted on piano lessons ( of all things! ) and as she racks her brain trying to search from any few notes she might recognize, galinda’s sobs slowly die down to the occasional whimper and hiccup. 

when she feels the wizard’s eyes land on her, galinda’s blood shot ones lock with his for just a moment before she turns her head away, as if trying to hide in the silky fabric of the man’s coat.  “ mhm . . . i - i’m sorry for - for - for - ” she whispered, voice hoarse from crying  “ for crying so much, i - i jus’ - “

[papamortuus-blog]

“Oh, shhh, shhh, shhh, shhhh!” Oz doesn’t pull her face out of his coat, though he does go hunting in one pocket for the embroidered handkerchief he keeps on him. Usually it’s for dabbing sweat or oil, but it’s meant for tears and it’s clean anyway. He fishes it out with two fingers and keeps petting her head, trying to quiet her down, to soothe away the tears.

“Crying, sweetheart, why—crying just means your thinker’s still working! I’d be more concerned if you were, ah, fully. Fully articulate and dry-eyed! It’s been a rough time for you since you got here, hasn’t it?” His voice is dripping with honeyed sweetness, a sticky, sappy, saccharine tone that coddles and coos. He knows, can see from her perspective, where hardship sets in. Ignored for her best friend, then cursed by her, then abandoned by her, then locked in a tower suite in the Emerald Palace of the Emerald City—yes, yes yes yes, he can certainly see where hardship sets in.

He presents her the hanky but doesn’t move otherwise, still stroking her hair. He hums a little more of the lullaby, eyes wandering over the art deco windows, following scallops and diamonds where they leap off the green glass in fantastical, vivid golden yellow, a show of giving her privacy to pull herself back together. His hands leaves her hair for her shoulder and he squeezes it before skimming it along her arm to her wrist. Touch. Touch is a such a special, sensitive, lovely, delicious little tool. Human beings are so starved for it, it really connects people. With any luck, that will continue to hold true. Oz takes Galinda by the hand and tugs her to her feet, pea soup forgotten as he leads her away from the table.

“Lonely, and, ah. Hard and scary too, huh? I know it, I know it!, I lived it myself when I first came here.” Well. Lived parts of it himself, isolation and abandonment and the loss of the life he once had. The larger issues. “I cried myself sick my first few weeks in Oz: believe you me, I understand it! And there’s—there’s only two solutions—well, options, only one’s really a solution—you can go on crying and being miserable and feeling, ah! Alone, and sad for yourself. But that’s not going to solve anything. The other option is to- to embrace it!” He stops and snaps back around towards her suddenly with a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. Oz spins her by the hand he still held before suddenly pulling her in, quite close, and rocking them together into a light waltz. “Yes! Embrace it, these changes, and make—no, no, find—find yourself new friends, new purpose!

“It’s all just…part of the dance of life, my dear,” he croons, singsongy, as he steps back and gives her another twirl. This time he releases her hand when she comes out of it, holding out his own to be taken. “The dance only when you die, Miss Galinda. Are you dead already?”

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galinda tilts her head upright just slightly at the wizard’s words, peeking one bloodshot, glassy eye open. her sobbing slows for a moment, dying down to the occasional weak whimper and sniffle. she can’t help but feel herself relax at the way he coos at her, even though not even an hour ago she would’ve shied away from any touch or comfort he might’ve tried to give her.

hesitantly, she takes the hanky, clutching it tightly before burying her face into the fabric of it, sobbing and whining softly as she nuzzled her face into the fabric. she wants to flinch away at the soft touch on her shoulder, at the soft touch along her wrist. she wants to pull away, to run back into the closet and hold the door shut, lock somehow even, but instead she leans into it, lets him pet and touch her. she feels guilty about it, feels the weak gnawing in her chest as her mind flashed with memories of the monkies, of elphaba, but she still craved the touch, craved the way it eased just the slightest bit of the constantly aching knot of pain in her stomach. 

galinda squeaked when oz suddenly tugged her to her feet, her wings fluttering in surprise behind her back, not enough to move her, but enough to almost make her loose her balance, that coupled with the sudden jerk to her feet. though she lets the wizard guide her away from the table, glassy eyes growing wide as he speaks.  “ you - you did? “ she mumbled, she never thought of ‘oz, the great and terrible’ would be someone who would cry himself sick because he was so upset. 

“ embrace -“  galinda’s words cut off with a surprised squeak when she’s suddenly spun around and tugged against the wizard’s chest. at first she instinctively tries to pull away, wings fluttering nervously, pale hands clenching into tight fists, trying to keep her feet planted firmly against the ground, trying to resist to weak rock of the wizard dancing, a mix between a pout and scowl spreading across her face 

“i - i already have . . . “  friends? did she now? she doubted nessa would even look at her if she ever found out what really happened with elphie, fiyero had been anything but present leading up to her and elphie’s departure to the emerald city, and galinda didn’t have a doubt in her mind about the disgusted looks that would cross shenshen and pfannee’s faces if they ever saw her unwanted new wings. but before she could gather her thoughts and finish the last of her sentence, she’s suddenly spun again, and this time the wizard’s hand isn’t in hers, so there’s nothing to keep her from tumbling to the ground in a dizzy haze when her wings shoot out and flutter.

the soft ‘ouch’ that escapes galinda’s lips when her tailbone hits the floor is occupied by a fresh set of tears springing into her eyes  “ n - no, ‘m not “

[goodwtchnorths]

/ getting to replies and everything soon, just being beaten up by writers block and finals simultaneously

[goodwtchnorths]

"You're gay. You like women. Why don't you just admit to it?"

“ because i can’t! “ galinda’s eyes go wide, turning glassy as tears bubble in the corners of  them. her lower lips trembles, mouth falling open and closed as if she was trying to speak but could never find the words.  “ i can’t be . . . i can’t be - be - “

but even as she rambles on, galinda knows the truth, knows the reason she never felt sparks or butterflies when she kissed fiyero or any other boy like her mama had she would. why late at night when she couldn’t sleep her brain would just run over every small moment she’d ever had with elphie again and again. her freckles, her soft hands, the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the small gap between her teeth, every small, almost invisible details that no one paid any attention to but were permanently imprinted in galinda’s mind. 

“ i - i can’t be gay! i - i love fiyero! we’re - we’re supposed to get married! i - i’m supposed to h - have kids and b - be - be a wife! ‘m supposed to be like - like momsie and popsicle! h - how could i - i be that if i was gay? “  her voice wavers as tears start to tumble down her cheeks, but she forces herself to smile. one shaking hand slips up into her hair, clutching onto golden curls so tightly that if she pulled hard enough it might come out. she continues to ramble, though it becomes less and less coherent as more tears tumble out of her eyes, though her wobbling smile stays ever as persistent. 

[goodwtchnorths]

( for @halfofozsfavouriteteam ! )

” but i can! and i want to!” galinda’s eyes were wide as she nodded as fast as she could, hands shooting forward to grab onto elphaba’s “i - i mean, you’re helping all the animals and i want to help you! “

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

“Why?” Elphaba asked, dumbfounded as the girl took her hands. She was wanted as a criminal throughout Oz for stealing the Grimmerie, and transforming the Wizard’s Monkeys (albeit at his request). There was a small band of Animals that she could count as allies, and she didn’t trust anyone outside that group easily. “How did you find me?”

[goodwtchnorths]

“ well ‘cause you’re good, obviously! “ galinda couldn’t help the soft chuckle at elphaba’s words, like she almost didn’t believe them. “ i mean, you might just the only person in all oz, in the whole world really, who wants to do anything to help the animals, a - and you’re a real magic user! so you could totally be super selfish with that, but you’re not! a - and i mean, i, myself, am an aspiring sorceress, and i can say in a thousand percent confidence, that magic like yours in all but non existent! and i’d love to help you, a - and maybe you could teach me something? maybe? just a little spell? “

her smile turns a little more nervous as she rambles on, though she forces it to stay upturned in the corners, even if she could feel the muscles in her cheeks straining. she doesn’t want to push elphaba away, not when she really does want to help, and maybe finally learn some actual magic along the way. “ well . . . i mean, you’re green and your face is plastered everywhere so . . . you’re not as hard to find as you think! “

[goodwtchnorths]

( for @wickedlywonderful, based on winged ! galinda au discussions! )

“ well . . . i’m also here if you need me “ the words feel wrong on galinda’s tongue, but she forces the small smile to her face, trying to meet the wizard’s gaze without pulling away and cowering away behind the fluffy white wings currently tucked at her sides

if there was ever going to be any hope of getting out of this cursed place, any hope of finding fieryo or, more importantly, elphie, she’d need the wizard to let her go, or she’d end up just like elphaba, enemy of all of oz, a monster.

[papamortuus-blog]

“Awwww. Whatta—what a good little girl you are, Galinda,” he says, lips sticky with flattery as he presses them briefly to her knuckle in a token of thanks. “Such a sweetheart, worried about me. But it’s my job to worry about you.”

He taps the top of her nose with his index finger in an overly familiar sort of way, as if he’s known her her whole life and not only a few days now. She’s sweet, naive, well-meaning, but a little ham-fisted in her fishing for information. Maggie says she was popular at school, and she does have that Gillikinese pleasantness about her; he can see where she might have done well employing these ploys against the girls and boys in her immediate vicinity. But Oz is a man, and an old, jaded man at that; what works on a boy is not guaranteed to work on him.

“If—if I could give you anything, anything in the world…what would you want, hmm?”

[goodwtchnorths]

galinda wants to wince and rip her hand away the moment the wizard’s lips touch her knuckles, but forces herself to stay still, her free hand clenching into a tight fist at her side. she forces the small, but admittedly straining, smile to stay plastered on her face, nodding along with his words. 

“ you’ve just been so . . . kind, i suppose ” the words fall so easily from her lips that galinda has to wonder just how much of her life’s she’s spent lying, especially if it’s this easy. it didn’t feel like lying before, bating her eyelashes as her schoolmates or her parents or one of her old nannies, begging and pleading because whatever they had was what she wanted most in the world. back then it had just felt natural, like it was the right way to live, like the universe owed it to her, owed her to right to trick everyone around her into giving her what she wanted. but that had been before elphie, before she’d had her first real friend, before she’d met someone who’d done something kind for her without her having to beg and trick her into it first. now lying felt wrong and sticky, like her had been coated in honey and glue

she almost flinches back when his finger touches the tip of her nose, and though galinda’s able to hold her body still, her wings still flutter and jump slightly at her back, as if waiting for her flight of fight response to kick in.

“ i - if you find elphie, don’t hurt her! “ the words leave galinda’s mouth before she has time to think of a more wizard appropriate answer, an answer that wouldn’t leave her looking like the sole sympathizer for oz’s worst enemy. “ she - she means well, she just doesn’t like that the animals are suffering, that’s all, she doesn’t actually wanna hurt anyone “

[papamortuus-blog]

“Woah-ho! Wowzers! That’s, uh. That’s what we call an ‘inside thought,’ kiddo, suggesting the Wizard would hurt anyone! Why, that’s no less than treasonous!” And that’s good. Oz has not the Great and Terrible in years, having settled for Great and Powerful with this last iteration of his mechanoid puppet. He would have to become Terrible again, and this poor little powder puff’s death was not how he would prefer to do that. “I’d, uh. Hate to think he’s done to that already. As I’m sure would the rest of Oz!

“No, no, we only want to—I only want to talk to her. And get the Grimmerie back. I’m—I’m not at all against helping the animals, in principle! And lemme tell you: think what you will of the, uh, the actual effects of the thing—you’ve certainly got more right to an opinion than most—but the spells in there…what they can do, they can help everyone. Everyone, sweetheart, do you understand?” The Grimmerie offered unlimited power to those who could use it: he should know, he’d read the thing cover to cover to cover to corner, though nothing ever came of it. Not like with Elphaba.

“If she wants to end their suffering, she’s got the means to right there. But look at how it hurt you! Clearly we need to come together, study the thing as a team.” Like all the best lies, there’s a little bit of truth to that. It’s mostly truth, actually, a lie by omission, but there’s no need to trot out the finer details right now.

“No. No, no, no! Let’s, uh. Let’s try again, huh? I’ll be a little more specific. Except for what can’t be undone, like your wings and losing poor—El-Elphie, did you call her?” His lips twitch up. “That’s cute! And for what won’t be done, like, uh. Like hurting her, or telling Oz about the Wizard’s secret. Except for those, sweetheart, what would you want? What is your heart’s desire?”

[goodwtchnorths]

the flutter of hope that fills galinda’s chest at the wizard’s words is, admittedly, a little bit shameful, and does feel the twinge of guilt tug at her heartstrings when she thinks of dr. dillamond being dragged out of class, the way madame morrible and the wizard sent the guards after elphaba, how they turned on her so quickly, how angry elphie had looked, but if the wizard said he wasn’t going to hurt elphaba when she was eventually found, galinda had to believe him, right? he hadn’t hurt her yet, and he’d seemingly had plenty of opportunities to do so.

“really?” her voice is a hopeful whisper, and for the first time in days, a small, but genuine, smile spreads across her face. if he really did just wanna talk to elphie, if he really did just wanna help everyone, then maybe everything would be okay! 

though, her smile falters when the wizard mentions her wings, of elphie cursing her, accident or not, and she can’t help but let her gaze flick to the mounds of white feathers tucked against her back. she can’t help the small wince at the memory of them tearing their way out of her skin, the pain of the bone forming and attaching itself to her spine, even if she’d gotten more used to them now, her back still ached uncontrollably and uncomfortably from time to time. 

“ she - she didn’t mean to “ galinda shakes her head, lips pursed and eyebrows knitting together “ i - i’ve gotten more used to them now, see? “ she forces her wings to spread out slightly and flutter behind her, not enough to move her by any means, but simply to show off they’re not just acting on instinct anymore. but she also doesn’t argue with the wizard, maybe, just maybe if she studies the grimmerie enough, she’ll discover some secret, magical way to get rid of her wings, to go back to being a normal person. 

“ i . . . “ see fieryo? go home? go back to school? all are understandable answers, and they’re rooted in truth. even if fieryo had been anything but present ever since the poppy incident, galinda doesn’t doubt he’s worried about her, and she’s sure her parents are worried now that they’re not getting their weekly letters. but the more galinda thinks about it, the more she realizes all she wants is to see elphie again, to hug her, to hold her hand, touch her in someway so she can store the memory of it inside her head forever. but she can tell that’s the last thing she wants to wizard to say, so instead she settles for something simpler  “ i’d uhm . . . i’d like for madame morrible to continue her sorcery lessons with me “

[papamortuus-blog]

Oz’s eyebrows raise all the way to his hairline when Galinda finally muddles through her heart’s desire. It’s surprising to hear: Maggie never indicated the girl had any proficiency in the arcane arts, and the idea of anyone asking to study at Maggie’s knee that wasn’t…well, frankly, him…is more than a bit surprising. Especially announced as a heart’s desire. One hand raises up to his mouth, fingers pulling over mustache, lips, and goatee. The cogs turning over in his brain manifest as a bright twinkle in his eye, a sudden, sharpened interest.

He hums and rocks back a step, gaze falling down to take her in from toe to tip. When his gaze again resettles on her face he hums a second time, a second tuneless note. Gently, he takes her hands in his and spreads her arms wide, examining her from every available angle before stepping back once more—this time to encircle her. He hums a third time as he walks slowly around. When he stops again in front of her, those critical brown eyes narrow, lips pursing together.

“That’s, uh. That’s certainly very easily arranged, Miss Galinda—but I would be remiss, absolutely negligent!, if I didn’t express some. Some degree of concern for that being the loftiest wish of such a—becoming, bewitching young lady. So I think. I’m gonna do ya a favor and, uh…expand, improve!, upon that wish. I’m—I’m not just going to see Maggie take you on as her pupil. No. No, no, no! I’m going to take you on as well.”

It’s not a bad idea, really. She already knows how to wield some degree of her charms to get what she’s after; why not teach her the rest? Maggie’s been so focused on sharpening the pitchforks that she’s overlooked the torches. They’d always intended to hold the Wizard and his Council out as the next bright beam of hope: what better way to spark that off than with a new torch, a symbol of hope in the darkness? Someone who could personally attest to the wickedness of their enemy, who bore inconcealable scars and chose to bear them as a testament to ultimate goodness….

It’s an easy sell handed to him, and her!, on a platter, a means of soothing anxieties for everyone involved.

[goodwtchnorths]

galinda’s eyebrows knit together, lips pursing together as she tried to study his expression. was he going to say no? was this too much to ask? was he going to send her back up to that blasted tower room and never let her out again? she didn’t want to go back to being locked up like some kind of wild beast! what if he’d gotten so upset that she’d mentioned elphaba that he’d lock her up and throw away the key, let her rot up in that tower, waste away into nothing but a disfigured skeleton. 

galinda felt her wings curl in nervously as her mind raced with a million bad thoughts and fears, her hands coming up to clutch and fiddle with the ends of her feathers. she tried to keep the smile plastered on her face, but she could feel it straining and falling at the corners. “o - or something else could work! i don’t - i don’t need to study with her! i mean i could probably figure it out on my own!” she tries to sound confident, tries to keep her voice from wavering, she doesn’t even really know what she’s saying, the words are just tumbling out of her mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the wizard from locking her away, but she doesn’t try and stop herself either.

though galinda tries to cut herself off as quickly as possible the moment the wizard’s words register in her ear, brown eyes going wide as her wings uncurl from her sides. “really?” she can’t hide the excitement in her voice, can’t stop the way her mouth curls into a real, excited smile “you think she’ll teach me?” galinda’s mind wanders to morrible’s disapproving glances, the belittling comments, and finally, to the way the woman had stared at her with a look of such surprise and bewilderment when she saw with galinda and her wings for the first time. she can’t help but wonder that now that elphie is gone that maybe madame morrible will treat her differently, even if than hope creates a gnawing guilt in her stomach.

“but you don’t . . . sorry, i’m not sure i quite understand” galinda’s smile faltered slightly at the wizard’s words, turning from one of excitement and hope to one that’s strained and confused “you’re . . . also going to teach me?” what was he going to teach her? how to lie and trick nice people like elphie and dr. dillamond?

[goodwtchnorths]

( for @halfofozsfavouriteteam ! )

” but i can! and i want to!” galinda’s eyes were wide as she nodded as fast as she could, hands shooting forward to grab onto elphaba’s “i - i mean, you’re helping all the animals and i want to help you! “

[notearsnora]

Galinda… control it, girl!

[goodwtchnorths]

” could please just just tell me what your type is?! this is insane! “ galinda’s eyes were wide, cheeks were flushed as hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. no case, not her life, and maybe not even in other’s, but no case galinda has ever faced had been this frustrating, and she knows that if she can’t make the perfect match, morrible will have her head for it

( cupid ! au, inspired by @sexybread-png )

[goodwtchnorths]

( for @thisshadeofred) ( for elphie! based on the starter 'you're lovelier than you know’ )

“ you're lovelier than you know " galinda whispers, her hand slowly snaking into elphaba's green one, interlocking their fingers and give it a soft squeeze " i mean, you're the loveliest person i know, and i know a lot of people “