Nov 6, 2025
i am gnawing on them like a fucking dog with a chew toy rn
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i am gnawing on them like a fucking dog with a chew toy rn
this irrelevant design for cross, but I still love him
cross belongs to @jakei95
Part 1
Elphaba feels tears streaming down her cheeks, as she makes her way through underground tunnels of Kiamo Ko.
She didn't know Glinda would be here. She shouldn't have been there. She shouldn't have witnessed it.
Glinda was supposed to learn of her 'death' from the Dorothy, smile and congratulate the whole company with the job well done.
And then (some selfish part of her wished) cry about her Elphie a little in the darkness of the night. And move on. To carry legacy Elphaba pushed on her.
But sweet, good Glinda came all the way from the capital to save her.
So even if Elphaba's heart has been breaking since the moment she pushed Glinda behind magical wall, part of her was relieved. They got to say their goodbyes. To forgive each other. To confess... their sins and grudges.
Elphaba gave her Grimmerie, feeling it's resisting, not willing to part with her, and a single kiss to the cheek. Oh, and her whole hopes and dreams.
The only regret was to make Glinda listen to her screams.
But it'll be alright. Glinda was strong. She will do everything right. It'll be okay. Surely.
/ / / / / / / / / /
Glinda's ears were ringing. There was so much noise.
She desperately put her hands on them, hoping to silence the sounds. But it didn't help. Elphie's screams were rattling inside her head, multiplying every second until she couldn't think about anything else.
Her Elphie just died couple of steps away. And Glinda couldn't do a damn thing. Forced to stand here, banging against the wall till her voice gave up, hoarse and useless in the face of Elphie's magic.
She opened her eyes slowly, tears not stopping for a moment, to stare at her hands now that Glinda realized that these screams would not go away.
They were covered in blood. Elphie's blood, she was sure. Because this was the truth. It was Glinda who killed Elphaba. All because of her. Because she was too afraid to get on the broom, then too afraid to reach out, too afraid of the Wizard and Morrible. There was so much she could've done.
Could've worked as an inside agent all those years. Could've helped. But didn't.
Magical wall fell suddenly, leaving her vulnerable and open. Lost in the worst moment of her life.
"Your goodness?"
There were soldiers of the Gale force, standing around something, with Dorothy half way out of the room.
They were shocked to see her and to see her in this state. But then they were whispering.
"Of course little girl wouldn't be able to kill the Wicked Witch of West by herself."
"His Oziness must've sent Lady Glinda to help".
"She killed the Wicked Witch!"
Their whispers grew louder as they wbecame more and more engrossed in their theory. And all Glinda heard was: she killed the wicked witch.
Soldiers grew more and more agitated, almost drunk on the news of the death of their most terrible enemy.
"Thank you, miss Glinda! You saved us all! You killed the Wicked Witch of the West! She's dead! What a good news!"
They didn't seem to mind that Glinda was sitting on the dirty floor with empty wet eyes and bloody hands. She looked at them without registering the faces at all. Only disgusting smiles at the death of her Elphie, which made her stomach turn. And then she saw it.
A lonely black hat, crumpled under the boot of one of the soldiers.
Glinda saw red.
Her magic responded to her rage, resonating with Grimmerie laying by her side. Soldiers flew at the walls, slowly sliding down with pained groans and raw fear in their eyes.
Glinda crawled towards hat, not having strenght to get up. Her fingers brushed tattered edges and suddenly she wasn't crying anymore.
Glinda the Good laughed maniacally on the floor, smearing blood on the last thing connecting her to Elphie. Elphie, who was dead.
Grimmerie was in her hands before she even thought of it. Both of them left behind, cruely abandoned by the Wicked Witch of the West.
"We don't need a world without her, do we?" Glinda giggled, going through pages with crazy glint in her eyes.
/ / / / / / / / / /
Fiyero met her in the woods near the castle. He smiled at her and Elphaba once again felt surge of guilt, when his new face wasn't quiet able to managed that simple task.
"Hey", his voice was still sheerful though. "Ready to go?"
She lingered near the exit, reluctanly masking it again.
"I saw Glinda, Fiyero", Elphaba whispered, looking at the castle's tower, where she left Glinda to manage by herself. Part of her didn't want Fyiero to hear her. To hear raw pain their reunion left her with.
"She came to warn you", he nodded without surprise, but his shoulders were tense as he turned to the woods.
"She did", Elphaba agreed, as they started to move. "She apologised. Me too".
"It's good", Fiyero nodded again. His eyes are straight on the road.
"It is", she confirmed.
They continued their way in a heavy silence for a while.
"It's too dangerous to tell her", Fiyero said finally, still not looking at her properly. And Elphaba heard what he was trying to say.
It's too dangerous to return to her. You don't have a place beside her anymore.
"I know", she whispered, answering to all his words. "I hope she won't mourn us too much".
"She'll be okay", Fiyero agreed.
And then they heard explosion.
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Hi there! I’m personally am someone who doesn’t really support Beetlebabes, but enjoy seeing stuff from different P.o.Vs. I was looking through your blog and I see you say they’re married. In the two iterations I know, BeeJ either -Gets eaten before the marriage is officiated or -Is killed right after, acting on the ‘death do us part.’ Unless it was in the cartoon, which I have never seen. Do you mind explaining to someone who isn’t really in the clue?
First of all, let me just say that I hate the phrase "support" in junction with ships. Ships don't care if you "support" them or not. They're going to keep existing.
Movie: the priest said "and wife" as the sandworm crashed through the ceiling, and you can pry that from my cold, dead shipping hands. It's also incredibly damning that in every single scene BJ is in, he changes outfits... except for the very end. He's still in the tux. They put endless hours of work into his look. It means something that he's still wearing that.
Cartoon: Lydia was designed with a wedding ring on her finger, the animators drew porn of them together (often), they celebrate their anniversary in the first episode, and everyone in the Neitherworld treats them like a couple. It's pretty fucking obvious what the animators were spelling out for us there.
Musical: Death =/= Divorce. They're still married by the end.
In conclusion, there's a damn good reason people ship them/people who aren't involved in the fandom and aware of all the nuance already believe they're a couple. They are. I hope this has been illuminating for you.
What She Says: I'm fine.
What She Means: Elphaba Thropp was an innocent woman who was discriminated against because of her skin color. She was emotionally abused and neglected by her family, and never had friends growing up, which means she missed an important part of mental development. This mistreatment carried on into adulthood. Her first ever friend only started to be friends with her to take advantage of her, but grew to love Elphaba. That's the grounds on which her first friendship was made. She was then painted as Wicked for refusing to do wrong, and was hunted down. Her sister was brutally murdered and a child was sent to kill her; she was forced to fake her death to escape, leaving her only friend behind.
What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending.