#wickedlywonderful

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

"Let's get you to bed, huh?"

Elphaba had been hunched over the Grimmerie for hours, studying the different spells contained within, but not attempting any of them just yet, aside from levitation. The words themselves came easily—inexplicably—but she wanted to master her pronunciation before she tried anything more complicated. There were so many incantations, she wasn’t quite sure where to begin. She had spent most of the semester learning how to levitate objects, and she had inadvertently done a sleeping spell in class. Some of the ones that manipulated the elements seemed interesting, but she certainly wasn’t going to try any of those within the Wizard’s library.

At some point, her eyes had gotten heavy, and the words on the page had begun to blur as she drifted off. She sat up in the armchair with a start when she heard the Wizard’s voice behind her, rubbing her eyes. “Oh—I…sorry, Your Ozness. I didn’t realize how long I’d been in here.” It had always been a habit of hers, more often than not, falling asleep on top of a book. Despite Glinda’s best efforts, she hadn’t been able to break it.

@wickedlywonderful

"Winter Bug" memes

[unbeleveable]

@wickedlywonderful liked for a morrible starter

Margolette was waiting for Oscar in his rooms when he came back from his latest venture into the City. "Did you enjoy your little walk among your people?" She asked casually from where she lounged in a chair, glancing up from the book she had been leafing through. She had never kept her disapproval of these outings a secret, worried that he might somehow reveal himself, ruining the powerful facade they had created together.

[ofrubyslpprz]

Oscar: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Dorothy : What's that?

Oscar: Remorse code.

Dorothy : I'm even angrier now.

incorrect quote for @wickedlywonderful ✨

[historiavn]

@wickedlywonderful sent: ‘ maybe you and i exist together on a different wavelength than the rest of the world. perhaps, we are on a separate frequency. ’

“That would make sense.” Iris REALLY FREAKING HATES the idea of agreeing with Oscar, but he UNFORTUNATELY has a point here. The young woman shrugs, offering Oscar a small smile. It’s kinda NICE to talk about Earth with someone who UNDERSTANDS. “After all, we’re both from the same world, aren’t we? Granted, the early 1900’s or whenever the heck you’re from are a hell of a lot more different than 2024, but it would kinda check out if we were on the same wavelength. Now that I’m thinking ‘bout it, when exactly did that tornado bring you here to Oz in the first place?”

[thisshadeofred]

“try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.” (from Papa Oz @wickedlywonderful).

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Ellie's body shook as she lay in her bed wrapped in coverlets and blankets. Her heart was still racing from her dream- it was bad enough to wake her up screaming and crying. All she could see was her mama so sick and hurting and screaming. And Nessa was wailing and her father yelling. Yelling at doctors, yelling at her. It was hard to calm her breathing down.

But Papa Oz was there, stroking her back, tracing little circles to calm her down. Ellie kept a blanket close to her cheek, cradling it and taking the warm comforts she could. "It's so scary though, Papa," she muttered, rocking back and forth rhythmically.

[visionproductions2008]

Unleashing trouble with a sparkle! ✨ Meet our devilishly charming girl, where mischief and beauty collide. 🔥 Who's ready to play with fire?

[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.

[halfofozsfavouriteteam]

Be honest. Glinda refusing to get on the broom—that felt like betrayal, didn’t it?

A betrayal. That was how it felt, hadn’t it? For a few short moments, Elphaba had hoped—had believed—that Glinda might choose her over her image. She had been the one person in all of Oz that believed in her, and not for any ulterior motives. And she had loved her for it. All of the plans they had made, of how they were going to spend the rest of their lives making Oz better—together—had turned into ash the moment that she stepped away from the broom.

It had been years ago, but the pain of her shattered heart was still raw. She had so much time since then to think of that day, and she still felt the need to defend her friend. Yes, it had hurt, but she had been equally selfish to ask that of her. They hadn’t known if she could manage to fly the broom. And a life on the run…it was no place for Glinda.

“You’d know an awful lot about betrayal.” she answered coolly, shifting her broom to her other hand. “Of course I did, at first. But it wouldn’t have been easy, and I understand why she didn’t.”

[unbeleveable]

@wickedlywonderful gets a quickie from morrible

"After the day we've had," Margolette drawled, pouring the brandy into Oscar's glass as well as her own, "we could both use this." The lights hadn't come back on in the Emerald City yet, but she had been able to use the moonlight to find her way to the bottle.

[thisshadeofred]

Ellie cuddles in close when Bubba hugs her. She doesn't feel good and she doesn't want to be left alone, but his hug makes her feel better as she crawls into his lap. "Don't want to be in trouble for being sick," she cries, making her already runny nose even worse. Papa was always mad and upset when she got sick, and there wasn't anything telling her that Bubba wasn't also mad that she was sick. "Papa would get mad and say it was my fault I got sick and ruined everything."

She sneezes into her little blanket again. Ellie really doesn't want to accidently get Bubba sick, it would only make the situation worse. "Papa always said I had to be by myself so he wouldn't get sick." She remembers last fall catching something and him being so mad because he and Nessie caught it too. "He got so madded." Ellie curls her head down and doesn't look at Bubba. She can't quite listen to what he's saying, still worked up and over tired and probably needing to be tucked into bed sooner than later.

“Woah, woah—uh, hey. Shhhhhh. Sweetheart, hey!” Oscar’s hands hover uselessly for a few moments before hesitantly pulling Ellie in for a hug. He lets himself fall back on his ass as he cradles her to him, unsure of what else to do except soothe her and rock her. (What is she, a fucking baby? Sometimes he can tell he’s really in over his head; this is one of them.)

“You’ve—you’ve got me all confused now. Why would you be in trouble? Why would you be alone? Why can’t we be together if you’re sick? It’s, y’know, not ideal or anything, but I could always work in your room while you nap, or you could sleep in my bed and I could work at the desk…. I just meant sitting on the floor and sneezing that cute little green head off isn’t doing anyone any favors!” Well. That and he’d rather not get sick, but he was hardly planning on…well, no, she would need to be isolated, but not completely, long as he washes his hands and remembers to change out of these clothes as soon as she’s settled down.

[ofrubyslpprz]

Behind the Mun

NAME: rina PRONOUNS: she/her. MOST ACTIVE MUSES: dorothy of course & over on my multi it varies. EXPERIENCE: been on here for er…a number of years and nowhere else. tho i have participated in both private and group rp’s on disc0rd. i’m always open to rp-ing over on there ( with mutuals only of course. ) FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: i enjoy all three, but i’m a real sucker for angst + fluff or typically referred to as “hurt-comfort”. additionally i hope to gain more ships / dynamics for dorothy, and not just ones romantic in nature of course. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: something in between! PET PEEVES: n/a ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: well i'm nice like she is but she's much more pure of mind / innocent than i am lol. also she's religious and i'm not.

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[historiavn]

@wickedlywonderful sent: “ we don’t need to talk unless you want to. i’m happy to just sit with you for a while. “

THE STARS HERE ARE DIFFERENT. Not wrong, per se … just DIFFERENT. It’s like she’s looking up at the sky of a parallel universe. Technically, this is the truth — after all, inspiration for the world of Oz was discovered within the foundations of her own — but even this fact doesn’t alleviate the sheer STRANGENESS of her situation.

Still, though, in the days that it’s taken Iris to adjust to life in the Emerald City, the stars have become her best friend. She’s spent many a night perched upon a chair here in this balcony, watching the stars and wondering what’s happened to her old Earth now that the LAST HUMAN has vanished. This night was set to be EXACTLY LIKE all the others — that is, until the Wizard Oscar had decided to join her. As much as she wants to HATE the man for everything she knows is going on with the Animals, she can’t bring herself to view him with the same vitriol as before now that they’ve met face to face.

“Thank you.” Iris’s voice is soft when she speaks, and still a little bit HOARSE from the endless months of no contact with any living soul. Her vocal chords are starting to recover from the silence as she uses them more and more, but it’s a slow-going process. “Y’know …” She begins, the desire to talk now awake within her. “By the time I went through that portal, I’d almost forgotten what being around other people even felt like. It’s … really strange being around others again. That’s why I’ve been so quiet.” It’s overwhelming.

[roguishprince]

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Fiyero has gotten used to that glare at this point. Almost every time the prince opens his mouth he's getting daggers in the form of a glare in his direction. Unnerving at first, now it's more of an amusement to him, really. Normally it would make him feel some other type of way... however now wasn't the time for his brain to be going down that train of thought.

"If only you had a---" Spell for that.The younger male bite down on his tongue not to finish his sentence. While he was all for getting on the older man's nerves, he was more focused on helping instead of running his mouth. Not that he couldn't multi-task. He was just...prioritizing matters.

Brown eyes roam over the parchment as Oz begins to write. Time was tight with every minute mattering. That's when an idea forms. "Look, forget about that. How about I help you?" He suggests as he sits himself on the edge of the desk. "It would be quicker to just...teach me how to work the machine, right? I pull the levers, you do the voice, granted you aren't coughing up a lung and things'll go smooth as butter." Pulling a few levers couldn't be difficult of a process. Simpler than what he had been learning in classes for sure.

[creekumz]

Favorite accounts on here? Trying to find people to follow.

Hmmmm @scribblesshipping , @papasbaseball , @wickedlywonderful , oh AND @grossrottie !!!!! Apologies for the tags my friends

[euphoriabled]

closed starter for @wickedlywonderful.

⸻ Aoife had fallen from the sky like an angel from heaven, and all she once knew had been turned on it's head as she'd spent the past few weeks learning Ozian culture. She supposed some things were easier than most to adapt to. Apart from certain liquids triggering her bioluminescence, it was relatively easy to blend in.

After all, her hair was able to cover her pointed ears most of the time. And luckily for her, she knew she wouldn't be here long, as she just needed to speak with their WIZARD. He was known for granting one's greatest desire, no matter the wish. Perhaps, if she made a good case for herself, he would send her home?

And perhaps her strange arrival had been brought to his attention as well, for she finds herself exploring the Emerald City. She had been invited here by someone important. She wasn't to meet the Wizard himself, but a charming man who worked for him was going to give her the grand tour of Oz's capitol.

She hopes the knowledge she gains will aid her when it comes time to finally meet the Wizard, whenever that may be. If the Wizard was interested in her story, or even loosely aware of her presence, the odds were in her favor.

She stands beside the library, where the invitation had told her to wait, and she rereads it over and over again. Today would change everything.

It was the first step to taking the long way home.

[thisshadeofred]

Uncle Oz's newest letter comes on a good day. The sun is shining, Elphaba has a new collection of books from Dulcibear to read, and one of the girls at school even offered to share pencils with her today. The girl didn't even grimace at her! Just shared without a second thought because Elphaba couldn't find hers in her satchel. And to top it all off, there's a letter waiting for her, hidden within the book covers. Dulcibear must be helping to deliver the envelopes, away from her father.

She smiles as she reads through the letter, Uncle Oz complimenting her on her magics and teaching her how the fireworks in the sky work. The science fascinates her in the best ways, and she wonders what other kinds of science the Emerald City was hiding.

But then there was the matter of the end of the letter.

She fully considered not looking at the second paper, not wanting to hold onto a secret she didn't know she could keep. But curiosity got to the better of her as the drawing and the ink captured her attention and all for the better.

Dear Uncle Oz, Thank you for your letter! Your art is very pretty. The birds are so nice and detailed. You're a really good artist! I can't believe you get to work with The Wizard! What is he like? I've always wanted to meet him. I have a book all about him and how he made the Emerald City emerald. Is it true that he had everyone where glasses at first until the city could be painted green? Where you there when they painted the city green? There's so many wonderful things I want to know.

It was only then she remembered such things were secret and Uncle Oz probably couldn't tell her everything. But she still wanted to ask.

Whatever you can tell me I would love to know!

She turned her attention to the other questions Uncle Oz had asked. If she was going to ask a zillion questions, she should at least answer his.

Most of my lessons are at home with a governess, Miss Woodsman. But I do go to school two days a week too. Father says it's good for socialization, but I still don't really understand what that means. I spend a lot of time with her and my nanny Dulcibear. Dulcibear is really nice and sweet and I think she's been helping me get your letters too. She gave me some new books today and your letter was hidden inside it! You would like her lots. She's very kind and nice like you. I don't have very many friends. Most of the kids like to make fun of me and call me names. But Miss Woodsman does have a little brother about my age. His name is Boq, and sometimes he comes with her for lessons. Sometimes we play ball together after lessons. We've played together since I was really really small. It's not much, but he's probably the closest thing to a friend I have.

It takes her a long while to remember when she first remembered making things fly. Supposedly it was the first thing she did as a baby when she was taken from her mother. But in her actual memory, it was a little foggier.

I think I was three when I first made something fly. I remember Mama was still there and that Nessa was in her belly. There were some ducks across a pond and I really wanted to give them my sandwich but I couldn't throw the bread far enough. And I remember stretching my arm up and it moved the sandwich, even without me touching it. I don't remember what happened after that, other than the ducks were very happy. I can't wait to hear back from you soon! Your Favorite Munchkin, Elphaba Analia PS: Your secret is safe with me.

Oz is delighted by the colorful turn Elphaba’s letters had taken, replacing the older, sadder letter with this newer one in his place of honor. (The first was carefully returned to its envelope and locked inside the top of his desk drawers for safekeeping.) Truly, it tickles him to see it. The clever improvisation of colored pencils, artistic expression peeking out of the everyday. He sends for more additions to her room—she doesn’t know it, but Elphaba has had a room in the Emerald Palace from the moment Oz became a father—a set of colored pencils from the best supply shop in the City and a handcrafted sketchbook to use them on, now lying atop books of plants, medicine, and science.

Uncle Oz feels much better than Mr. Oz; it’s no Papa, but it’s not so shabby as to turn his stomach. Like his green-ink inclusions, like the letters in general, he knows he’s playing the long con—but this a benchmark passed, a hurdle leapt without much hassle at all!

Even so. Oz reads and rereads the first paragraph of the letter, dip pen traveling in a twirl between his fingers as he thinks. Magic…not his strong suit, but a thing he desperately needs. And here she is, his perfect little Munchkin doll, already poised to give him so much of what he needs, now poised to give him even more.

Darling Elphaba,

You shall simply have to come to the Emerald City and show them how to run a proper museum! There are demonstrations and experiments, but sadly, none of them are in the arcane arts. True magic in Oz is so very rare these days. Your father is right to keep your magic as secret as possible—but, I think, wrong to not allow you to practice it. Practices makes perfect, right?, and what better way to help Oz than with a little perfected magic? You have my word: this will be our little secret.

So many questions! I hardly know where to begin. Let’s see…. You combine a few powders and a time release mechanism, then set the little rocket on fire. It’ll fly up into the air, and at some point, the fire eats through the time release and some of the powders explode out in color. Different powders make different colors, and even different explosions. There’s no music, but there are booms and pops—little fizzles of magic, I like to think. Here in the Emerald City, we have to utilize the sky instead of the ground: we simply have too many people who wouldn’t be able to enjoy it otherwise! But I don’t think the chemicals in the powder are good for flowers, which is probably why Munchkinland doesn’t use fireworks.

Among a handful of other reasons, of course, none of which merit mentioning to a twelve year-old. He frowns again at the only line of her letter worth frowning at—taking blame upon herself for somebody else’s sickness—but he still can’t think of a rebuttal that won’t show his hand. And he wants to hold onto that for as long as he can, his hand being a series of crap cards and a singular trump. It’s easier to dance around the answers in the last paragraph, so he focuses his attention there.

Before I get to answer the fun questions, I must ask for a very serious favor. I’ll keep your magic a secret: can you keep one of mine? Nobody’s supposed to know what I do, you see, but I very much want to tell you. I can tell you freely that I don’t have any pets, and that I live alone in this big old house, and even that I only have one real friend (hopefully two, now!) and that she lives so far away I have to write her letters, too—but I’m not supposed tell anyone, even my favorite Munchkin, what it is I do. If you don’t think you can bear the weight of that secret, I won’t blame you in the slightest. I’ll write it on a second sheet of paper and you can burn it straight away without reading it! But I hope you can keep a secret, and you will read it.

If nothing else, he’s baited a trap for the curious. He knows without a doubt that Elphaba Analia Thropp will read that secret paper, whether she admits to it or not, just as well as he knows without a doubt who her father is. He would never be able to turn away from forbidden knowledge either.

And now my turn for more questions. Do you go to school, or are you taught privately at home? Do you spend much time with your nanny? What are your friends like? And how did you find out you can make things fly? I’ve always loved the idea of flying. What sorts of things can you make fly?

Your Friend,

Oz

Unlike his other letters, this one includes a doodle: clouds and a bird in flight, whose tail trails off into a heart. On a scrap of parchment paper also included in the envelope are five words written in that familiar, swooping cursive hand and signature green ink: I work with the Wizard.