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[13dahl]

Madge Bellamy in the pre-code film White Zombie.

1932🕰️

[just-an-enby-lemon]

"The kid seems scared.

Tip had always been a little nervous. Or at least that was the reality when the two had met.

It was fairly obvious for everyone that met them that the child had not been treated well by their formar guardian and in a way that Elphaba sadly recognized still seemed to afraid of facing the same pain and rejection again.

Still lately the kid seemed more relaxed and open, treating her with the same easiness and earnest they did Jack. More determined to learn than eager to please. Following her around with questions and vibrating with excitement as she turned wooden sticks into dolls and toy swords alike. It made her think of Nessa in a very bittersweet way.

She failed her sister and she would not allow herself to fail another young person she became responsable for.

That's to say Tip's strange turn to the same scared kid she met soon after leaving her behind and being declared and enemy of Oz scared her.

"Miss Elphaba, I have something very serius to tell you."

Maybe they want to leave. They are not in fact different in the same way Elphaba is. Tip is a normal if deeply magical child who just ended up in the care of a horrible woman. Being her aprenticce is actually the only thing turning them into a dangerous and hated figure.

"I understand."

The kid takes a deep breath. Elphaba tries to think on the best words to explain that of course they can leave if they want to and that they can take as many provisions as they need. Tip will never again be a prisioner.

"I don't think I am a boy? Wait no. I know I'm not a boy. Like the idea of it is still a bit scary because it seems like it will be a big deal but I'm fairly sure I'm a girl actually. I just never though about it before but Jack called me she accidentaly and it just makes sense. I am still the same Tip and please let me keep being your aprentice." She says in a single breath.

"What?"

The girl looked scared. "I'm a girl." She says. Than in a smaller voice. "I can try to be a boy if you want?" It does not appear to be something she wants and the fact she still sugests it breaks Elphaba's heart a little.

"Oh! Oh. No, no, that's fine. Do you want to be called something else?"

Her eyes go huge and she stops deep in thought before answring.

"Uh. I guess so, but I'm still thinking on it. I don't mind Tip for now."

"Okay, tell me when it changes?"

"Will do."

"Anything else?"

Tip looks a bit shy for half a second before a excited smile covers her face. "Could you let me borrow a dress?"

Elphaba laughts.

"You are too tiny for my dresses, kid. But I can help you magic one for yourself. "

Her eyes shine. "Cool!"

[...]

"Morrible says you'll marry some prince soon." Dorothy says making a face.

"I don't see why you are soo distraught, my dear, I'm pretty sure she'll find me a great prince." Glinda says with false cheer.

"I doubt it. Princes are all very dull."

"Met many princes did you?" She jokes lightly, trying to find a way to change the subject. She loves the kid dearly and for all it's bleak consequences will always be glad the tornado ended up bringing the girl into her life but she would preffer not to discuss those subjects. Specially not in her own bedroom in a rare moment of relaxation.

"Well no." The girl pouts. "But most boys are dull and I can't imagine liking to marry even the ones that aren't. I guess I just thought you were the same? I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize. And I sure hope marriage is unimaginable for you, you are way to young for it."

The girl smiles a tiny bit before frowning.

"I can imagine myself marrying a girl one day."

"Oh!" Is all Glinda says.

"I told Aunt Em once she told me to never say it again, she told me I was too young. But I'm ten now and I feel the same. " Dorothy rarely talks about home, sometimes Glinda tricks herself into beliving it is because her the kid just loves Oz better, that she forgot all about it, but she knows deep down that Dorothy will always miss Kansas, always miss her uncle and aunt and Toto, she just accepted home as a place she'll never return to. In the good days Glinda knows Dorothy would also miss Oz, would miss her munchkin friends and mostly would miss being Glinda's apprentice. In the better days she thinks about bringing Dorothy's family here. After all Kansas always seems sad and hungry. "Girls don't marry each other in Kansas." She continues. "But I though maybe they did here. "

"I think they do everywhere, Dorothy, is just some people pretend they don't because the different scares them."

"Like the Wizard and the animals?"

Glinda had only recently convinced Dorothy to only speak her very dangerous beliefs on the Wizard in private and even there she sometimes corrected the kid. But right now it felt too much like liying to Elphaba she couldn't do it, not when she knew Dorothy to be right.

"Yeah. Just like that."

And after a second she adds.

"Between us, I would also like to marry a woman".

Dorothy smiles, just a little bit.

[...]

She knows she should not be here.

But it's fun, she likes the dancing and the food and the small chance of going back home with something that can actually help Elphie. Maybe a magical item or even just some usefull information.

Besides the girl she is talking to is very pretty and fun and smart and she is not open about it but she's definitivaly not the biggest fan of the Wizard either. Oh and a great dancer.

"I'm sorry" the girl says "but I think I did not catch your name?"

Now it's the moment to say something clever like 'i never gave it to you' or maybe just invent some fake name. She can't say her name. It's too easy of a conection to make. But she doesn't need to lie. After all it was never really her name. And she has a name now. Has had it for days and just keept it a secret in some weird form of fear. But it felt like time. She would tell it to Elphie and Jack when she went back.

"Ozma. I'm Ozma. What's yours?"

[...]

Dorothy had never had so much fun at a party before. Her new friend was the most beutifull girl she ever met and the funniest and cleverest and it had never felt so easy to talk to someone before. In fact the only thing Ozma didn't appear to be was a good dancer but Glinda had teached Dorothy well and she found herself leading the other girl steps into the best dance she ever had.

She noticed Ozma did not gave any surname but it was not her place to pry. She just hoped to mert the girl again.

"Dorothy." She says and takes the hand. For a second she considers continuing in the way she was instructed to (Dorothy Upland at your pleasure and a kiss to the hand) but while she loves Glinda that's not really her. And she somehow trusts Ozma enough to be honest. "Dorothy Gale." She shakes the hand just like Uncle Henry used to.

[ceemi]

happy (late 😔) birthday to @whotfletamothhyperfx !!

[strokingbooks]

[lavender-gayz]

okay, obviously taking it as read that sofia was justified in wanting oz to suffer. this man was complicit in getting her locked up in a grotesque mockery of a mental institution for 10 years AND murdered her brother AND framed someone else for it AND stole her drug operation AND left her at the hands of a rival gang.

can we talk about how well-conceived her revenge plan was?

a regular, unimaginative person who'd got their hands on their enemy's beloved mother would have physically tortured and/or killed her in front of him and called it a day. not our girl!

she initiates the worst family therapy session and makes oz's mum confront the reality that he (a) killed her other two sons and (b) is willing to keep lying about it even when her physical safety is very much at stake. oz finds out his mother once wanted him dead AND hears her truthfully say she hates him now AND gets stabbed by her AND watches her collapse.

masterful plan. well done, sofia. i hope the thought keeps you warm at night.

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

the pain of wanting to watch subtitled media vs also wanting to do art at the same time.

[coruscantknave]

Oz comic con was so fun this year! The Homestuck fan meet up was predicatably wild on day one, and my friend and I got to show off our (pretty last-minute) Fanstasy High cosplays (Buddy Dawn and K2/British Kristen) and everyone who came up to us were just so incredibly nice! Despite the con exhaustion, I miss it so much already.

[onlyonekenobi]

i think i should be allowed to prove my adhd to medical professionals by having them watch me drink coffee and then fall asleep

[shinobi-illuminator]

Neverafter AU: King Magnifico as the Wizard of Oz

[jamespottersmixtape]

ok but how likely are rosekiller to have a screaming match love confession?? that potentially turns semi-violent with unwanted tears?? like ofc not always in every story but I'm really thinking...🧐

[13dahl]

Clara bow and Kay Francis in the pre-code film Dangerous Curves.

1929🕰️

[revaligender]

ich bin skibidi

[redsandsshoes]

"Elaine... it's day three and it's still the tin man..."

[elexuscal]

made the mistake of reading comments on the Wicked trailer. saw a lot of the usual worries about adaptation (understandable) alongside culture war bs (grr)

my favourite comment was "female propaganda goes to Oz"

BITCH, OZ HAS BEEN FEMALE PROPAGANDA FOR OVER 100 YEARS

[pocket-ozwynn]

sometimes coming up with ideas is straightforward. You take some time to sit down and actually outline, considering the different characters and where they're at in their respective arcs and how different elements of the world and plot can help them grow and develop other times it's when you're struggling to sleep at 2am, and the whisperings of an unseen oracle dumps esoteric lore and unnecessary worldbuilding that furthers nothing except the most self-indulgent yearnings that I as a writer have for this story and its characters, and I have to type it as quickly in my notes app while being blinded by my screen's light