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"Are people born WICKED? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"
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knight | NOUN [Middle English] (1) : a person who serves their lady as a mounted soldier / someone devoted to the service of a lady as her attendant or champion
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇.
› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.
❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜
❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜
❛ we all want to be special.”
❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜
❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜
❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜
❛ you want to throw me down. ❜
❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜
❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜
❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜
❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜
❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜
❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜
❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜
❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜
❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜
❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜
❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜
❛ i would do anything for you. ❜
❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜
❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜
❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜
❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜
❛ how undignified. ❜
❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜
❛ i want someone to see me. ❜
❛ i want it to be you. ❜
❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜
❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜
❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜
❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜
❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜
❛ does it end? ❜
❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜
❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜
❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜
❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜
❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜
❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜
❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜
❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜
❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜
❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜
❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜
❛ now have some soup. ❜
❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜
❛ would that things were different. ❜
❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜
❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜
Wicked + Costumes
Galinda Upland's pink, yellow & orange dress in Wicked: Part 01.
// requested by anonymous
me wanting to send y’all memes:
questions only sentence starters
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .
who . . .
“ Who are you? ”
“ Who do you serve? ”
“ Who taught you that? ”
“ Who’s really in control here? ”
“ Who are you running from? ”
“ Who did this to you? ”
“ Who’s coming for us? ”
“ Who do you think I am? ”
“ Who else knows about this? ”
“ Who are you trying to protect? ”
what . . .
“ What are you? ”
“ What do you want from me? ”
“ What are you hiding? ”
“ What were you planning to do? ”
“ What just happened? ”
“ What did you see back there? ”
“ What did you promise them? ”
“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”
“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”
“ What happens after the portal closes? ”
where . . .
“ Where did you come from? ”
“ Where are we? ”
“ Where are you going? ”
“ Where were you when it happened? ”
“ Where does this path lead? ”
“ Where did you get that scar? ”
“ Where is everyone else? ”
“ Where should I stand? ”
“ Where did you put the body? ”
“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”
when . . .
“ When did this start? ”
“ When were you going to tell me? ”
“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”
“ When do we leave? ”
“ When did you stop trusting me? ”
“ When does this end? ”
“ When did you realise the truth? ”
“ When do things go wrong? ”
“ When did you choose this path? ”
“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”
how . . .
“ How long have you been watching me? ”
“ How did you survive? ”
“ How much do you remember? ”
“ How are you this calm right now? ”
“ How bad is it? ”
“ How did you know my name? ”
“ How far are you willing to go? ”
“ How many lies have you told me? ”
“ How do you live with this? ”
“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”
are . . .
“ Are you human? ”
“ Are you okay? ”
“ Are you lying to me right now? ”
“ Are you scared? ”
“ Are you tired? ”
“ Are you hiding something? ”
“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”
“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”
“ Are you always this dramatic? ”
“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”
do . . .
“ Do you trust me? ”
“ Do you remember your name? ”
“ Do you remember me? ”
“ Do you miss them? ”
“ Do you always talk this much? ”
“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”
“ Do you ever sleep? ”
“ Do you want me to stay? ”
“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”
“ Do you believe in fate? ”
have . . .
“ Have you eaten yet? ”
“ Have we met before? ”
“ Have you been here long? ”
“ Have you done this before? ”
“ Have you ever killed someone? ”
“ Have you been lying to me? ”
“ Have you lost anyone? ”
“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”
“ Have you always been like this? ”
“ Have you already chosen a side? ”
is . . .
“ Is this place real? ”
“ Is something bothering you? ”
“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”
“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”
“ Is this your way of flirting? ”
“ Is someone watching us? ”
“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”
“ Is there a way out? ”
“ Is this what you wanted? ”
“ Is it too late to turn back? ”
can . . .
“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”
“ Can you hear that? ”
“ Can I trust you? ”
“ Can you keep a secret? ”
“ Can we slow down? ”
“ Can you help me bury a body? ”
“ Can you look at me? ”
“ Can we talk about what happened? ”
“ Can you stop pretending? ”
“ Can you promise me something? ”
will . . .
“ Will you stay with me? ”
“ Will you tell me the truth? ”
“ Will this ever end? ”
“ Will you protect me? ”
“ Will they come back for us? ”
“ Will you remember me? ”
“ Will you choose a side? ”
“ Will you regret this? ”
“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”
“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”
should . . .
“ Should I be worried? ”
“ Should we be running? ”
“ Should I follow you? ”
“ Should I be afraid of you? ”
“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”
“ Should I stay or go? ”
“ Should I believe you? ”
“ Should I be honest with you? ”
“ Should we trust them? ”
“ Should I have come here? ”
would . . .
“ Would you do it again? ”
“ Would you lie to protect me? ”
“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”
“ Would you really let me die? ”
“ Would you have saved them instead? ”
“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”
“ Would you leave if I asked? ”
“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”
“ Would you forgive me? ”
“ Would you choose me this time? ”
could . . .
“ Could you survive without me? ”
“ Could this world exist without you? ”
“ Could this get any worse? ”
“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”
“ Could you be wrong? ”
“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”
“ Could you forgive them? ”
“ Could this be a trap? ”
“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”
“ Could you live with the consequences? ”
Wicked: For Good (2025) — dir. Jon M. Chu
i love the idea of glinda beginning to have faint traces of magic throughout the second half of act 2 in the chaos after no good deed but being so positively STRESSED and DEVASTATED about her two great loves (elphie and fiyero) to even notice it until the grimmerie opens for her later
and i just made myself sad af
WICKED: FOR GOOD (2025) | dir. Jon M. Chu
| @glorifiiedgore from here ❀
lithe fingers placed hathor's face into the PUZZLE, her feet lazily swaying behind her. glinda had settled on her stomach to help with the puzzle, one finger casually swirling around the rim of her glass. steven had invited her to come over and with the SNOW floating and sticking...she had been all too content to stay longer and hang out with her friend.
friend. was that all he was? strange's teasing accusation of her TRUE feelings had been whipping around in her mind for a week now. she'd requested to be the GUARDIAN of the london sanctum and he'd allowed it.
well...WONG had allowed it, but not without some cajoling from strange.
when steven responded, she let out a breath she hadn't know she had been holding. disappointment, unknown in its source, filled her HEART, though she kept her face passive. glinda cleared her throat slightly, taking a long sip of her WINE. brown eyes search his face and she smiled. it felt wrong to smile, but she wanted to make steven comfortable. if he only wanted friendship with her...so be it. she'd rather have him in her life as a FRIEND than not have him at all.
"yes," she giggled in 'relief', the sound wrong in her ears. "we're just two friends." pausing, she fiddled with the piece of hathor's PAPYRUS stalk. "two BEST friends," glinda assured him, her smile softening.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀answers . that is what the prince had been searching for .
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you could argue that they were already at his feet . they were right there , in black and white , whispered in dorm corridors , printed on headlines , bellowed through radio ! the answer was that elphaba thropp was not as she seemed . she had betrayed the land of oz , attacked the dear wizard , caused harm to innocent creatures in an unforeseen twist of fate . she was a thief , a fugitive , an enemy to us all who fled into the west to plot our demise . even the thought alone wanted to make him scoff at the sheer lunacy .
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elphaba , the girl who dreamed of nothing more than meeting the wizard himself becoming an aggressor without warning . elphaba , the one who refused to be shushed into silence in the face of a young cub caged becoming the bringer of harm ? ⠀no . no ! no⠀. there was more to this . there had to be . there WAS ! what stood before him was a puzzle , one so complex its pieces had been purposefully scattered to discourage anyone from giving it a try . but he was determined . fuelled by ──── something feldspur had once named during one of their many uncharted searches brought to an unsuccessful close after hours of trees upon fields upon ravines . a ‟ something ” fiyero refused to repeat .
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& galinda . or rather , glinda now . it would take practice to get used to but he made it a mission to try . conflicting stories had spread amongst the shiz students who remained on campus amidst the summer break . she'd gone voluntarily to the emerald city alongside her , they'd gasp . oh . dear , no ! another would chime in . she was forced against her will , the poor thing ! grabbed as the train departed the station . i saw it myself ! i did ! he'd never intervene , not in his uninformed state , but he'd linger in silence behind the likes of bookshelves and structural holdings . fists were clenched , heads were shaken to himself and his companion was subjected to an earful each time fiyero re-emerged into the stables to offer his mane another unnecessary comb but he never participated in too much direct confrontation . not yet .
they were all a big clump of misinformation and speculation . but he refused to remain that way a second longer .
he'd caught wind of other chatter too . of glinda's braverism against the witch . of an honour the wizard had bestowed upon her . he couldn't weave a cohesive story together if he tried . and what he did craft , he didn't like .
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there she was . in one piece . glinda . seemingly unharmed in a world clattering down before them without warning . so fast , so sudden . the emerald city venture was . . . belated . overdue . it should have been his first move . but you'd be surprised how quickly days fly by when scouring land again and again . he'd come without providing any formal notice , not sure what to demand but he demanded nevertheless . he needed anything before he drove himself mad (!)
but questions had haunted him on his arrival . was glinda there ? had she been there at all ? was she still there ? could elphaba be nearby somehow ? what had really happened ?
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fiyero held her . he held her tight in relief . held her tight with no intent to let her go . he held her as his right hand combed through the golden curls of her hair . he'd held her and pretended he could ignore the feeling of eyes at each corner of this floral explosion . ❛ elphaba . . . i've been . . . ❜ his own whispered reply fell short as he finally took note of their lavish surroundings to their full extent . it was undeniably divine . like a physical manifestation of a perfectly wrapped gift he'd spotted in the emerald city window displays , bow and all . somehow , that didn't unsettle him any less . but . . . no matter ! there was so much to ask , he hardly knew where to begin . ❛ are you hurt ? do you need anything ? i - is there anything i can do ? ❜
but then the rest of her statement caught up to him . made his brow furrow , the hand once cupping her face when they drew apart now sliding down to stroke at her shoulder .
❛ the wizard's . . . ❜ the words didn't run dry on his tongue any longer . now there were so many fighting to escape his mouth , none made it out at all , ❛ you're his personal representative ? ❜
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she could still hear the horrible shattering of GLASS and chaos as elphaba had flung herself from the tower. the wind whipping in her face, cold air chilling her to the BONE as she watched her best friend take flight. a pang of PRIDE filled her, though it quickly gave way to devastation once more.
elphaba had learned to defy GRAVITY...but at the cost of leaving her behind.
unbidden images of their late nights at shiz float in her brain. sitting against the sides of their beds, giggling and mischievously plotting for the class day ahead. glinda delicately styling elphaba's beautiful hair, pinning a posy behind her ear. elphaba standing behind her, one arm around her waist, the other guiding her TRAINING wand. dancing at the ozdust ballroom, elphie's breathless SMILE catching at her heart. the nightmares of INADEQUACY and of fiyero leaving her--sending glinda to elphaba's bed, her friend holding her as she cried.
elphaba. oh oz. oh ELPHABA.
her chest felt like it was going to burst. arms tightened around fiyero's waist, anchoring herself to the present. he was here now. he'd PROTECT her. he could chase away the monsters nipping at her heels. "i'm fine, really--nobody's HURT me and you're here now," glinda assured him, resting her cheek against him to suck down cool air against her damp and burning face.
she had so many questions she wanted to ask him. where had he been? why had it taken him so LONG to find her? had he seen boq and nessa before everything went to hell? what had been so important that he had left her BEHIND?
like elphaba.
as they pulled away, glinda leaned into his hand. their eyes meet, her lashes heavy with tears. she could see a faint trace of accusation in his LOVELY eyes and her hand slid to rest against his. pink lips quiver as she nodded. "madame morrible...she...she was there that NIGHT," she whispered. "she said that we need someone to raise the HOPES of our fellow ozians."
a heady dose of disbelief danced in her mind, although it was suffocated by her naïve hopes for reconciliation with elphaba. still...the words felt like a massive betrayal to both fiyero and elphaba. glinda sniffled and gestured to the glittering gown of blue and pink and purple and the SHIMMERING crown beside it. "i'm to be...glinda the GOOD," she whispered.
she lets out a shaky breath, shaking her head. "it's my best chance of getting elphie to come out of HIDING. maybe i can...maybe i can convince her to just...to just talk to the wizard. oh fiyero! it was...she didn't let him explain! i just..."
fresh tears threaten to choke her. "i'm going to FIND her, fiyero. i want her home. i...i MISS her."
"Which is exactly why you shouldn't waste any time worrying about what they think." MJ shrugged, lifting her coffee cup to her lips. "And please, let's not do PR work for these losers pro bono - men don't do anything of the sort, it's all the middle aged boys who are embarrassed they can't climb the ladder on their own so they try to throw women off of it entirely. You should enjoy your view of their misery from above, babe."
@ofupland
taking a long sip of her tea, glinda hovered gracefully off the floor, legs crossed delicately. "well, i'm effectively giving up on those CREEPY dating apps," she sighed, a touch of melodrama in her voice. her nose wrinkled in distaste, rolling brown eyes to the ceiling and back to mj. "seriously--the last guy who messaged me asked me to send him dirty pictures, asked me what "that wand do", and followed it up by calling me a SEXY fairy."
lips press together. "men will do anything but be NORMAL. strange wouldn't let me hex him."
LUKE THOMPSON as BENEDICT BRIDGERTON in
⏤ Bridgerton | S04E01, "The Waltz"
ㅤ⸤ 𝓡. ⸣ — he was doing it again , watching her — mesmerized by how she seemed to enchant the room so easily. all soft && pink , the opposite of him in every way. the press were hounding her , not that she seemed to mind with how she perfectly posed for each flash of the camera. bruce stood back , letting her have the moment … letting the press get their fill of his NEWEST date.
ㅤ with a step forward , that charming smile crossed his lips as his hand came to rest against the small of her back ❛ so sorry , but we really should be going. ❜ he stated , ushering her away from the cameras && shouting questions. ❛ i think they liked you. ❜ he hummed glancing briefly to glinda as the moved with her into the gala.
ㅤ⸤ 𝓢. ⸣ — @ofupland 。ft. bruce wayne
she's not NEW to the sparkling scene of galas and cameras and dazzling smile. she was BORN into it--the only daughter and heiress of the upland family. but this arrangement between the two of them was...ODD, to say the least.
but glinda would never let herself be accused of half-assing ANYTHING.
light glittered off of her long blonde hair, POSING gracefully beneath the polite demands of the press. when she felt his hand against her back, glinda paused and smiled up at bruce, a DAZZLING smile that would certainly get the tongues wagging. her nose wrinkles, offering a sweet shrug of apology to the cameras as she grips her handbag.
"i hope so," she mused, leaning slightly into his gentle guide. "hopefully you'll get some much needed respite from the CRAZINESS."
sorry i’ve been mia—work and sick and snow and bridgerton have all consumed my life
i’m gonna try and do some things tomorrow!
WICKED: FOR GOOD (2025, Jon M. Chu)
Elphaba Thropp, I know you're out here. Just come in before the monkeys spot you.
