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[thegaissilent]

for @wickedlywonderful

For a prison, this is weirdly comfortable. The room containing a very soft bed where Glinda has had her head against a pillow, crying for at least an hour. Her head is reeling with how much it hurts and her entire body shakes. Her nose feels runny and she probably looks disgusting right now.

What just happened?! She's still trying to make sense of it all. That was supposed to be their perfect day where she and Elphaba would be able to spend their entire day having fun and just being girls. Walking hand in hand and keeping each other company. And then they would meet the Wizard and he would let Elphie know how powerful and needed she was! That was how things were supposed to go!

But instead, they found out that he had been behind all of the oppression that Animals had been suffering. And that, of course, was something Elphaba could never accept. It was not her nature.

Should Glinda have climbed on that broom with her? She can't help but to keep wondering. But it was a decision to be made too quick, too sudden. And she is not impulsive like Elphaba. Everything she's done most of her life has always been calculated, strategized. It's how she learned to live in society, especially coming from a society where she isn't in the highest position in the social class back in Gillikin. Still, with how much she's been strategizing, playing perfect ever since she was about four years old, there isn't much room for improv.

And she wonders, if this is where she's supposed to be. Alone in some forgotten room in the Emerald Palace, while Elphaba is Lurline knows where flying off.

Wanted as an Enemy of the State.

Elphie, who held her hand the entire day as they had their walk.

Elphie, who followed through her promise and didn't choose to leave her behind.

Elphie, who--

She places a hand on her own lips and breathes deeply, the memory of the short kiss they exchanged before she jumped still leaving a phantom sensation behind. Her words still echoing inside her mind.

Hold out, my sweet. Hold out, if you can.

And she couldn't do even that, apparently. All she's done so far is cry. And as much as she tries to come up with something else, anything, nothing comes to her mind. Glinda played shallow, dumb, stupid her entire life. But only because that would make her life much easier. People expected her to be cute, pretty, to give them smiles and nice words. But she knows that she is smart. Smart enough to get into Shiz.

Still, for the first time in her entire life, she feels truly stupid.

She sits up and picks up the pillow, hugging it close, trying to find some sort of comfort in that object that doesn't even have the decency to be a plushie or anything with a face. She misses the horse plushie she had growing up, the one she left behind in Gillikin when she went to Shiz. (And that she would still miss).

She misses anything that would resemble affection. Home.

Would she ever have one again?

[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

[ofrubyslpprz]

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

Dorothy : What's that?

Oscar: Remorse code.

Dorothy : I'm even angrier now.

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[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.

[creekumz]

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

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[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.”

[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]

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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]

continued from here. | @wickedlywonderful

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.

[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.

[thegaissilent]

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