#oz randoms

[voloimpregnant]

i never thought i would call and find marina hot (i always see & call her silly hackerling) but oh god here i am

I also LOVE the detail that Marina is showing her ears in her latest song!! She usually hides them, as they’re a giveaway that she’s an Octoling, but it seems she’s gotten more comfortable showing them with time 🩷 Possibly helped by her singing with Shiver in this song, who is an open Octoling!

[clarkgriffon]

Your hair... is brown. Oh yeah, sometimes.

[yu2ki]

everywhere i go i keep her picture in my wallet

[diana-foggy-master]

Sᴏꜰɪᴀ Fᴀʟᴄᴏɴᴇ ˢ¹ᵉ⁴

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ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜰ ᴜ sᴀᴠᴇ

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ

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[voloimpregnant]

i thought that was claus and ninten mother2+3

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bit chilly

[fictionadventurer]

As an outside researcher who has been living among Christian homeschooler communities for many years, the impression I have gotten of their childhood fantasy reading habits are:

Everyone

The Chronicles of Narnia

Lord of the Rings

Catholics

Redwall

Protestants

The Oz books

Sample sizes are inconclusive and research is ongoing.

[your-average-art-dealer]

I've come to realize a trend/trope in ships I like and It all really boils down to:

Insanely popular and or powerful person/being x Just some random ass dude (gender neutral)

Just like: "Wow I have so much power and/or status!" (and maybe even many love interests that already want them) "Oh, who's that standing at the corner?- *literally just the most basic and average being on the fucking planet standing there* "OH MY GOODNESS, MOVE OVER RANDOS I'VE JUST SEEN THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!<3!!!" like that's so funny to me

[aquasdoll]

I’ve been rehabilitated

[voloimpregnant]

EMO

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FITZ

OOAK raccoon art doll

[louisgfc]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

[nobodysdaydreams]

In Wicked (the musical specifically), do they ever explain why Nessarose’s silver shoes give Dorothy the power to go home like they do with the ruby slippers in the Wizard of Oz? Was it because Galinda enchanted them or because this was an inherent property of the shoes themselves?

Because if it was not, and the shoes belonged to Elphaba’s mom, one explanation is that these are magic dimension/world jumping shoes that Elphaba’s mom most likely got from the Wizard because he’s from another world, which begs the question of who owned the shoes originally and where did the Wizard steal them from? There’s no way he would just have them or inherit them, and he cannot make them himself. Did he steal them for their powers or does he not even know how they work and was just like “oh these shoes would probably impress a pretty lady someday” and took them and gave them to Elphaba’s mom?

This is what I’m picturing:

Madam Morrible: “Ah. The silver slippers. An ancient magical artifact long forgotten by most Ozians but incredibly powerful. It is said that there is a way, though lost to history, that gives the wearer of the slippers the ability to transport themselves back to their home, across time, space, and the fabric of reality itself!”

The Wizard: “Oh really? Wow. I just stole them because my plan was to use them to impress a pretty lady and women love sparkly shoes, but ancient magic artifact you say? That’s interesting.”

*cut to Jeff Goldblum desperately jumping up and down in sparkly heels trying to figure out how they work*

[the-spooky-arts]

It might have been a mistake watching Wicked because now I want to draw Elias Bouchard in Oz’s green suit instead of working on my current project

[voloimpregnant]

no way you made me want to main splatlings.

OCTAVIO BEING A SPLATLING MAIN WAS THE BEST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN TO ME

[polls-everyday]

The movies listed are the first 11 of IMDB's "most watched movies of all time" list

[bruciemilf]

Got anything for fem!Bruce & Uncle Ozzy?

I love the image of tiny Bryce just. Observing the people around her. Building connections and relationships with particular, precise details that paint abstract memories for her.

She remembers how funny her dad and uncle Ozzy sounded; The spicy rush of their accents, how every word was pronounced with laughter in them,

“Look atcha fatha puttin’ oregano in the bolognese sauce like a fuckin’ animal,— never do that, alright? It’s a sin”

“Stop scarin’ my baby girl, ya fuckin’ ice rat,”

“See, Mr. Doctorate over here don’t believe in hell, — but I seen it. Tastes like oregano.” Their laughter tasted like nicotine, — they didn’t smoke the same brand. Her dad made a point to only smoke light at Alfred’s request, but they never smoked around her

She remembers a potent scent of whiskey they drank over a poker table, where she’d sit on her mom’s knee. Martha always won, and Alfie always accused her of cheating

Her Russian accent would come through, soft but pronounced, “It is not cheating if I have my lucky charm” and she’d press a soft kiss on Bryce’s hair

Uncle Ozzy only smoked knock off vintage Cuban cigars and refused to get anything else. He said the fancy stuff were for tourists

After her parents go under the ground, he only eats pasta with oregano in it

She remembers his car; A classic Maserati, leathered with soft cushions. She’d drive her to and from school, putting her seatbelt on, and tell her stories,

“You listen to me, alright, — Alfred ever wants to ground you, or say he knew better at your age when you get in trouble, you call me, alright? I’ll refresh his memory. “

When she goes to boarding school, he’s there to take her. Bryce still remembers the heaviness of the ride, the way the road seemed to drag on and on. “Listen, slick,”

She still doesn’t know why he called her that; Her mom used to say it was because she was quick witted and always had a smart comment to make.

“Those little shits are gonna make you feel bad. They’ll say nasty, mean shit, cause they’re young, and they think it won’t last. But don’t let ‘em. If they go low, you go lower. Never let people feel like they can step all over ya. Okay?”

Her voice sounded little; Most 10 year olds did. “Okay. Can we get ice cream after you pick me up, uncle ozzy?”

He lied to her only once.

“Sure, kid. I got your back.”

When she’s an adult, she’s too burdened by Gotham, by Batman, by a cross she nailed herself to, to take notice of his absence. Bryce Wayne misses her uncle. Batman and Penguin don’t miss each other at all.

Deep down, she knows he knows.

When she drives him to Arkham, him in the passenger seat, she knows.

“Stop by the drive in, kid. I want an ice cream.”

Bryce says nothing. The ice cream is good.

[moghedien]

Wicked musical spoilers here but like not to dismiss the tragedy and all, but knowing how Oz storytelling works, I give it five years max before Glinda finds out Elphaba faked her death. Like fr it’d be like

Ozma: oh we met a green lady and a talking scarecrow in Ev/Ix/Quox/[insert whatever land around Oz you want]

Glinda: you met a what lady??