#wizard of oz crawl

[saving-word-crawls]

Wizard of Oz Word Crawl

By: streetcarnamedmaddie

Hello fellow WriMos! My favorite movie of all time has always been The Wizard of Oz. I even have the entire movie memorized! I often have it on while writing as background noise, so I decided to come up with this Wizard of Oz word crawl inspired by a previous year’s Harry Potter word crawl. This challenge borders on intense, so feel free to skip any rounds if you need. I hope you enjoy!

Uh oh! Toto got into Ms. Gulch’s garden again! Complete a five minute sprint as you run home to tell Aunt Em.

Somewhere over the rainbow is your next milestone. Write to the next thousand as you contemplate life outside of Kansas.

You have to get away…you have to run away! Sprint for three minutes to escape the wrath of Ms. Gulch.

You stumble upon a wagon advertising Professor Marvel, a fortune teller esteemed by the crowned heads of Europe. Roll a six-sided die and multiply the number by 100 to determine your next total as he reads your fortune in his crystal.

It’s a twister! It’s a twister! Complete a fifty headed hydra as your house is whirled around by the tornado.

We must not be in November anymore… You’ve ended up in a strange and colorful land you’ve never seen before. Write 250 words as you explore your new surroundings.

We welcome you to Munchkinland! You are the national hero (or heroine) of Munchkinland. As they celebrate the death of the witch who has tormented them, write for ten minutes .

I’m afraid you’ve made rather a bad enemy of the Wicked Witch of the West. The sooner you write 500 words , the safer you’ll sleep.

Follow the yellow brick road to the next thousand!

Now which way do we go? Roll a six-sided die and multiply the number by 100 to determine your next total as you decide which way to go.

Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking—and writing. To prove it, write to the next thousand.

Why, it’s a man! A man made out of tin! Write 3% of your word count as you oil him up.

Here, Scarecrow, wanna play ball? Help the scarecrow put the fire out by completing a fifty headed hydra.

Lions and tigers and bears…oh my! Show you aren’t afraid of them and write 500 words.

Poppies will put them to sleep. Complete a word war to wake up your friends. If you win, move onto the next challenge. If you lose, write until you beat the other person’s total.

Your friends woke up and now Emerald City is closer and prettier than ever! Sprint for five minutes as you get out of the woods and step into the sun and into the light.

Take a ride with a horse of a different color through the Emerald City by—you guessed it— completing a fifty headed hydra.

Surrender, Dorothy—it’s time for another word war! If you win, move onto the next challenge. If you lose, add 100 more words before continuing.

Imagine what it would be like if you were King of the Forest and write 500 words.

The Wizard will see you now, though he doesn’t have much time. Write 100 words as you explain your wish.

I’d turn back if I were you… Complete a three digit challenge as you fend off the spooks in the forest.

I’m frightened, Auntie Em, I’m frightened…because you have to write 1000 words for this challenge.

I’ve got a plan how to get into the castle of the Wicked Witch: roll a six-sided die . If it is even, you only need to write 100 words. If it is odd, multiply your roll by 100 and write that many words.

Going so soon? Why, our little party’s just beginning! As you race to get out of the castle, sprint to the nearest thousand.

Ding, dong, the witch is dead (is that the right song?!). Celebrate your accomplishment by writing for five minutes .

The Wizard is a very good man, but a very bad wizard. Fortunately, he has gifts! Write three paragraphs as your friends get their wishes granted.

Oh, no! The Wizard’s balloon has left without you! Now how will you get home? As you ponder this, write 250 words .

It’s time to say goodbye, and I think I’ll miss you most of all. Write for five minutes as you bid your friends farewell.

Tap your heels together three times and complete a three digit challenge as you think to yourself: there’s no place like home…

Wake up. It’s Aunt Em, darling. Write to the nearest thousand because there’s no place like home.

[shortcakesturns]

omg hi ur like the only person writing for Rob from Love Island so slay of u! I was wondering if u could do like an enemies to lovers rob x reader🥹

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃

a/n: not proofread cause i’m lazy! thank you for all the support on rob!! send in requests for anybody and i’ll write for them ❤️ (I don’t just write love island!! I write much more just ask!) combined request, I can write a non smut if u want

summary: you would do anything to prove to everyone rob didn’t actually hate you, that’s when the heart rate challenge came in clutch..but it backfires.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (not safe!!), semi public sex? cream pie, rough sex. p n v, oral f receiving

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓. 𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐆𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍.

rob glares at you, his eyes piercing through your skull in attempt to intimidate you. his attempts fail so he barrels towards you and bumps his shoulder with yours harshly. your hand flies up to your shoulder and eyes dart to robs, he shrugs and looks you up and down.

“go get your sluttiest outfit on y/n, i’m sure you have plenty.” he laughs and turns around. the devil really wears overalls.

an hour later after getting ready you stand in front of the mirror alone looking at your dorthy costume from the wizard of oz. a button up part at the top to reveal the white lingerie bra. a short dress that barely covers your ass with a matching lingerie thong and clear thigh high socks. little bows on your thighs, hair in bowed pigtails.

you give one last glance at yourself, this was the first time you could really make rob look stupid. get his heart rate way up, have it revealed in front of the whole group. everybody knows rob can’t stand you, and you can’t bare to be in the same room with him.

everybody goes before you, giving you enough time to think about what to do.

before you can think it’s your time, you strut down the villa floor. you hear screams from the girls and boys but rob sits there with crossed arms and a sour face.

first… it’s kenny, you get on kenny’s lap grinding a bit and making sure to withhold eye contact with rob. you lick kenny’s neck before crawling over to kordell to give kenny a good view of your thong.

(WE RESPECT THE GIRLS HERE SO THIS IS JUST TO MAKE ROB JELLY)

you go over to kordell and squat over him and grind down on him. screams are still echoing but the adrenaline is getting to you. blood rushes to your head while blood rushes to robs dick. he keeps a straight face so you needed to up your game.

then came kendall…you get up on kendall’s lap and do a couple of tricks and shaking your ass a bit. maintaining eye contact with rob.

miguel was next, you got down on your knees in front of him. “you think you can save me miguel?” you look up at him innocently.

then Aaron, you get on his lap and grind a bit.. but then robs turn it was. you grab him by the collar bringing him to the front and kicking him down.

a tent was very much in his pants, his jaw was clenched and body was tense. this was monumental for the other islanders. despite being in a couple the only reason you guys were together was so you weren’t voted off. everyone got louder as you kicked his chest and then his neck and then grinding down on his rock hard cock.

whining touching your breasts, “there’s no place like home…right rob?.” you kiss his mouth and grab his collar again and slam him down. standing up above him your heel barely missing his ear. you walk away and join the rest of the girls and then the boys leave screaming in excitement.

the girls surround the fire pit in anticipation, you can’t help but think you might’ve messed up with rob. every-time you grinded on a guy. you could see the rage that was building up inside of him.

every guy goes and does their tricks. but when rob comes out. you see revenge in his eyes. he couldn’t let you outdo him and you couldn’t let him raise your heart and face the humiliation.

after a bit of eye contact, it was finally your turn. rob threw out over his shoulder and laid you down face down, ass up. wrapping his lasso around your waist and grinding down while holding your hips up. nipping and kissing at your neck. he grabs your hair slightly to make you look at him “is that the best you can do baby?” then lets your hair go and joins the fire pit and so do the guys.

it was now time to see who raised your heart the most.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒..𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑.

𝐑𝐎𝐁...𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐘/𝐍

holy shit, your plan had worked. a stupid smirk plastered across your face as everyone mouth drops.

“I’ll take that smirk right off your face y/n.” rob whispered in your ear lowly.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒..

𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑: 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄: 𝐊𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐀: 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘

𝐘/𝐧...𝐑𝐎𝐁.

this can’t be right, this can’t be right at all. your face is bright red and your face is burning up. “is that so princess? and you laughed at me getting turned on by you..not my fault you looked so damn slutty in this cute little outfit.”

he tugs on your dress a bit and everybody gets hype but soon after ariana leaves and your all left to yourself, another text comes through.

𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒..𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍. 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄.

with no hesitation the islanders all pick you and rob. claiming it’s a fuck it out scenario. but you couldn’t stand robs ego. rob had the biggest ego. this was not a fuck it out thing..sure rob has a great body, but personality was unbearable to you.

“nothings happening tonight y/n.” he says to you coldly. the girls grabbing you before you could talk back.

the boys surround rob and then suddenly your picking out a cute lacy piece of lingerie.

“are you guys gonna fuck tonight?” leah blurts out moving her brows up and down.

“hell no, this is just to show him what he could have if he wasn’t such a big dick to me.” the girls brows raise and burst out into laughter.

the girls run down the stairs, you follow them very far behind so rob can get a good look at your body. rob stands there with no emotion but hand over his dick to hide the boner that’s forming.

he eye fucks you and says the goodbyes to the other islanders as you enter the hideaway.

you look around and it’s beautiful, but rob quickly drags your hands to the bedroom and bends you over the bed.

“act like a slut huh?” SMACK “getting my heart rate up?” SMACK “embarrassing me?” SMACK

“r-rob i’m sorry.” you let out, parting your legs farther. you couldn’t deny anymore.

you needed rob to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“you want this?” he asks.

you nod and blurt out yes.

“good girl.” he kneels down and takes your thong off swiftly shoving those pretty panties into his pocket.

you still couldn’t see him so the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming next was turning you on, you were practically dripping and a mess.

rob swipes his finger up and down your slit before pushing two fingers into your wet hole and licking and sucking your clit aggressively.

moans are heard against your cunt, making the pleasure more intense. you tighten around his fingers. “your not cumming on my fingers.”

he quickly pulls away fumbling with his belt and hearing his pants drop. a harsh slap is landed on your ass again. you were sure your ass was red.

he uses his foot to part your legs more and lines himself up with your cunt and pushing in slowly. he throws his pretty head back and begins to thrust into you deep and slow.

“you like torturing me pretty baby?” he whines.

“fuck this pussy is amazing, gonna fuck you everywhere.” he whines and whines.

you couldn’t get a word in since his thrusts speed up. he was pretty big. very big. you were full.

he pulls out and flips you to your back. “wanna see that cute face of yours when I fill you up with my cum.”

he pushes back in speeding up and letting the white ring form around his dick, suddenly you tighten against him and rob lets out a strained groan and everything goes black when your eyes glue themselves together. water gushes from your cunt onto the sheets, floor, and rob.

“oh holy shit your doing that again y/n.” his thrusts get harder and faster and he makes you squirt again and again till he’s satisfied.

“i’m gonna cum pretty girl.” his thrusts get sloppy and then strings of cum fill your cunt up.

he topples over onto the bed pulling you with him.

“maybe it was a fuck it out thing, your pretty y/n.”

he kisses your forehead.

“also, kaylor told me I was a big dick to you..so question is my attitude matching my dick size or whatever.”

you slap him.

“shut up.” you smirk.

[allisluv]

hihi! this is my first time ever writing an ask thingy bc i don’t know how tumblr works but,,,anyway (feel free to laugh at me if im doing this wrong 😭)

imagine modern!finnick with an s/o who just got their wisdom teeth out (not saying this bc i just got mine out what…) imagine him trying not to laugh when he reads the attempts at text messages that his s/o sent right after surgery and calling them to make sure their okay. he shows up to their house to make sure their okay and comforts them through the pain. he doesn’t laugh at how puffy their face is or the mindless babble they come up with, he just holds them and spoon feeds them the soft food their allowed to eat <3

would you still love me if i was a worm?

pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader

content warnings: established relationship, use of pet names, reader has just had her wisdom teeth out, fluff, set in a modern!au <3

a/n: i'm so sorry it took me literal months to get around to this lovely! i hope you're feeling better and your wisdom teeth didn't cause a lot of pain! you requested just right, nonnie, feel free to send it any other requests you have and i'll try not to make you wait as long this time around lol <3

wc: 0.8k

Finnick kills the engine outside of your house and grabs his phone from the passenger seat. The screen continues to light up with unintelligible text messages and he can’t help but laugh to himself. He knows for a fact that youre okay, mainly because he rang to check on you before he left his house, otherwise he would be panicking at the string of confusing messages. 

His hands are overflowing with supplies as he pushes open the front door with his hip. He doesn’t bother to knock; you already know he’s coming. “Honey, it’s just me!” He announces, setting a tub of ice-cream on the marble countertop in the kitchen. 

He frowns when he sees you, and you open your arms for him to give you a hug. “Oh, my baby,” he murmurs, crawling across the sofa and pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling his hips. You rest your face against his chest and he runs a hand through your hair, smoothing it out of your face. “Oh, baby, how are you feeling?” 

“Ouch,” you mumble, nuzzling your face into the fabric of his shirt and wincing when a spark of pain shoots up through your mouth. “Hurts,” you say softly. 

“I know, angel, I know, that’s because you’re coming off of the anaesthetic.” He coos, smoothing his hand up and down the length of your back. You mumble something a bit incoherent that he doesn’t quite catch and he presses a kiss into your hair. “What’re you saying, darling?” 

“Stay,” you mumble, clinging to the back of his shirt as tears spill out over your waterline. 

Finnick’s heart just about cracks in two in his chest at the sight of you crying. “Oh, honey, I know it hurts, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna stay right here until you are all better. I’m gonna take care of you, yeah?” 

You nod against his chest as he shifts positions so that you’re cuddled into his side. He rests his chin atop your head and peppers your temple with soft kisses. 

Blindly, he reaches out for the remote control and you whine at the loss of contact, no matter how small. He thins out his lips to stop himself from chuckling. With the drug-induced state you’re in, he assumes you would only take it as him making fun of you, so instead, he says, “I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m just gonna turn on The Wizard of Oz. I know that’s your favourite. How does that sound?” 

You huff at his explanation, registering somewhere in your mind that he’s telling the truth, but still wanting to be stubborn nonetheless, but in saying that, it’s hard not to melt when he’s being so damn nice to you. In fact, hes being so damn nice that it sends you into another wave of hysterical sobbing. 

Finnick doesn’t berate you for crying or try to figure out what’s wrong; he knows you’re feeling frustrated and in pain. He won’t get a straight answer out of you with the state you’re in, anyway, so he just pulls you closer to him and presses play on the recording of The Wizard of Oz. 

Once you’ve calmed down and your body has stopped shaking with sobs, he coaxes you into laying your head in his lap. You mumble something stubbornly but after a bit of gentle coaxing, he manages to get you to lie down. 

You drift in and out of consciousness as he threads his fingers through your soft locks of hair. He hums when you mutter something about the movie, agreeing with you despite the fact that he has not got a clue what you are talking about. 

As the end credits start to roll, you seem to sense that the movie’s over and straighten up, rubbing your knuckles in to your eyes to rid them of sleep. 

Finnick chuckles under his breath. You glare at him, but there’s no mirth behind it. Your eyes spin around to the big tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice-cream on the countertop and you head straight for it, with your boyfriend hot on your heels. 

Finnick grabs a bowl from the cupboard as you search for a spoon, but by the time he turns back around, you’ve already started scooping the ice-cream straight from the tub into your mouth. He laughs, shaking his head fondly as he takes you by the hand and coaxes you to sit back down on the sofa. 

Your coordination is still a bit off, both from the pain and the medication, and you keep missing your mouth. Finnick gently takes the spoon out of your hand and starts to feed you, smiling softly when you insist that you’re not a baby (---- well, at least that’s what he thinks you’ve said; it’s still quite hard to understand you), 

Regardless of your protests, your hunger wins, and you let him feed you. You flick through the channels before settling on a rerun of Pop Idol, and once half the tub is gone and you’ve had enough, he sets it on the coffee table and pulls you back into his arms. 

“Finn?” You mumble, slightly more coherent now. 

“Yes, angel?” He kisses your forehead. 

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” 

Finnick stifles a laugh into your hair.

[papasbaseball]

The Wizard x Reader (Wonderful Wonderful Girl) | Chapter 8

Pairing: Wizard x F!Reader

Rating: !!!MATURE!!! (Rating to Increase)

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: Being a maid in the Royal Palace of Oz is not half so bad. Despite the meager wages, everything else is provided for you for an honest day's work. It can be unnerving working for the most powerful man in Oz, but you are able to avoid him most of the time. This changes during Lurlinemas, your paths soon becoming inextricably intertwined.

Word Count: 2,518 of 21,768

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I don't wait for the ants to crawl out of their colony, running across the throne room to the hallway Humak disappeared into. Footsteps echoing in the hallway give the illusion that there are a hundred ambassadors, all running in different directions. There are no obvious signs of footprints, and even if there were, the emerald blocks of the hallway have been cast into blackness. The only light streaming in is the faint greenish halo of the bustle of the Emerald City and the spotlights on the palace through the windows, too far from the entryway.

Cursing, I try to think of anything to do to get the Grimmerie back. I had only ever seen it up close and personal just a few minutes ago. If I'm being honest, I thought they would have kept it stored away in some locked vault below the Royal Palace, not out in plain sight where just anyone could take it. The fact that he...

Him. I wince at the thought of the kiss and stuff the feelings that are quickly blooming from my chest back down into my curdling stomach. There is no time for that right now. If I did end up with a fate worse than Humak's when the time came to punish me for running out on the Wizard and causing a scene, then so be it.

I run down the hallway to my left, back up the jeweled staircase, through a few pantries and hallways, until with a little effort, I'm back in the ballroom. The party seems to have picked up again after my outburst, the dancers twisting and weaving through intricate footwork, the orchestra thrumming with its strings and woodwinds. I scan the room for Bruno and see the Wizard talking to Glafly, his brow knit together in vexation. I can only imagine that he's telling him how he wants me hunted down and flayed alive. Five feet to the right of him, I spot Bruno talking with some lady who is gushing about something, slapping his arm playfully. Sucking up the fact that the Wizard and Glafly will most definitely see me, I march myself over to Bruno, interrupting the poor woman's attempt to flirt with him.

"Bruno, it's the Ambassador," I say.

He grabs me by the shoulders, well-kept nails digging into the bare flesh. "You scared me," he hisses. "I tried to follow after you, but you disappeared."

"There's no time for that now," I say. I pull Bruno over to Glafly, trying my best to ignore whatever look of contempt I'm sure the Wizard is aiming at me right now. "I was in the throne room, and the ambassador, Humak... he took the Grimmerie."

"Took the Grimmerie?" Glafly says, his voice heavy with disbelief.

"Yeah," I say. "You know the book that someone left unguarded." I shoot the Wizard a look and his eyes go wide in hate as if he could kill me himself right here in the middle of all his well-decorated guests.

"What?" Bruno says. "Humak has been here the whole time, we were instructed to not let him leave."

"Well, he must have slipped out when you all were distracted," I say. A look goes around the circle and I remember the exact moment the room had gone silent earlier. I can't imagine that people were being exactly attentive as I was begging the most powerful man in all of Oz to kiss me a second time.

There is the shrieking outside the hall of the Emerald Guard monkeys, and we all snap our heads to the main entrance. Humak comes crashing in through the ballroom doors, monkey guards running after him, spears in hand. The crowd parts in screams. I watch as a woman trips in the skirts of her dress, her nose cracking against the jeweled floor, blood flowing freely from it onto her painted lips and long white gloves. Humak leaps over her and then there are the Winkie guards grabbing knives off of tables and out of pigs and turkeys. One of them manages to pull a sword off of one of the palace guards, the man in the green uniform soon knocked unconscious on the floor.

Bruno places his body between the Wizard and me as the violent commotion that has erupted tears across the dance floor, the singing of the orchestra being replaced by a cacophony of shouts and screams and simian shrieks. Bruno is backing us away when I feel the Wizard's hand slip into mine, warm and simple. For as much as I could have laid into him a few moments ago about how he makes it his sole objective to embarrass me since I had gone from maid to pet, I squeeze his hand back as we are being herded away. My cheeks have gone cold and my senses feel like they are being fried through the hot burn of electric lights, screams, and lack of oxygen. More than anything I don't want to die tonight in this ballroom, especially not alone, and that tightens my grip.

Out on the dance floor, I watch as one of the apes shoves his spear into Humak's chest, and it's everything I can do to keep my knees locked. The Wizard says something, but I can't hear it over Fiyero crying out for his cousin. The monkey yanks the spear out and blood gushes out in a geyser, pulsing in lessening crimson jets. More Winkie soldiers have taken swords off of dead or unconscious palace guards, and they are now fighting in earnest for a path out of the blood-stained ballroom, trying to pull Fiyero off of his fast-dying cousin.

"We need to evacuate you," Bruno says, and quickly he shoves us to the entrance to the right where the fighting seems to have spared all except a few fainted ladies. I'm squeezing the Wizard's hand hard as I step over one of the girls that I recognize as one of those who had been so excited to play Blind Man's Buff not half an hour earlier.

We barrel down through the servants' passages, the old familiar wooden rickety stairs, down through the kitchens, and then through a door into the unfamiliar territory of the catacombs of the palace. I wonder how Bruno knows this place so well. He is just another one of the ants that patrol its walls, I remind myself. It feels unfair to put him in that category, after all the kindness, care, and understanding he had shown me, even on my most difficult days. When I think we can go no further, we reach a soot-blackened boiler room. I hold up my arm to my face as dry and baking heat washes over us. The boiler room is in every way ordinary, except for a large all-black locomotive that sits on a pair of tracks that is aimed at a tunnel I didn't even know existed.

"There should be emergency provisions on the train," Bruno breathes heavily, still keeping a close eye on the passage behind us. He watches it the entire time, sword drawn as he calls for the foreman of the bare bones crew that is working in the sweltering organ. I grip the Wizard's hand as he pulls me along towards the train. Bruno comes back, his brown curls now sweat-plastered to his forehead, with a barrel-chested and bald man who has sweated through his undershirt. The man climbs aboard the engine portion of the simple train and passenger car and the Wizard drags me toward the latter half. I pull my hand from his, and he opens his mouth to say something.

"I need to talk to Bruno!" I shout as the engine lets out a warm-up hiss of steam.

Bruno pushes me back towards the Wizard, ushering us to climb the steps to the passenger car. "You need to go," he shouts back.

"But Fileah!" I say. The Wizard is already climbing the steps and has offered me his hand again. The engine lets out another hiss.

"I'll take care of Fileah," Bruno says. "You have to go. It’s too dangerous here and you are in danger as a witness."

I look at him and notice for the first time the lovely and honest chocolate color of his eyes. I wonder if Leo has the same eyes and if he will grow up to one day be so violently committed to saving the lives of unfortunate sisters the way his brother has. I throw my arms around him, not knowing if I will see him again or if he will live to see the sunrise tomorrow, and then take the Wizard's hand as the wheels begin to groan under the wrought-iron weight of the mechanical beast.

The Wizard shuts the sliding door to the passenger car, stopping the suffocating charcoal smoke from entering the compartment. I watch as Bruno races back up the stairs, and feel my heart break for all the goodness in him that wouldn't have to be sacrificed if I had just let Humak Tigelaar slip away into the night with the Grimmerie.

"So... some party, huh?" the Wizard says. We haven’t even been on this train for one second and I swear to Oz he’s trying to start a fight. The train is now actually moving and before I can think to get off of it and away from this conversation, the compartment goes black as we slip into the tunnel. “You wanna talk about it?”

I purse my lips together, trying to get ahold of the stress and anger that feels ready to lash out and crack him like a whip. "About the fact that you left the Grimmerie out in the open and now I might never get to see my sister again because I was witness to a crime?" I say. I try to push past him and up the staircase, but in the dark, my foot slips. Pain shoots through where the edge of the stairs bites into my shoulder, arm, and hip.

The Wizard presses a small black button and some grimy lights come on, but others refuse, having died or burnt out. I wonder how long this train has sat down in the sweltering catacombs of the palace, waiting for the day when siege might be laid to it. He offers me a hand. "I didn't leave it out," he says. "It was... hidden." That last part is sheepishly tapered off.

"I don't need your help," I say as I push myself up off the stairs and past him to make an assessment of the train car.

He says my name, and I stop only for a moment. I honestly didn't think that he knew it. What more am I to him than some nuisance whom he had turned into a toy to play mind games with? I ignore him with a sigh and run my hands over the oak panels, trying to find how the doors and closets open since there were no handles or knobs. He approaches me and presses against one of the panels. The wooden door pops open and inside are emergency ration meal bars, thick woolen blankets, other emergency accessories, and some spare clothes. I slam the door shut and look up at him as I can feel my bottom lip trembling with anger.

"Let me help," he says softly. As much as I'd like to deck him in the face, I am aware of how very small I am next to him. Even without all of his guards protecting him, I would still be no match. I turn away from him and continue my exploration of the train car.

With the lights on, I see that the carpet is an old threadbare green, the lights are at least 20 years old, and the entire decor of it all was completely out of fashion. If it really was 20 years old, this train must have been an old locomotive that served the citizens of Oz before the construction of the modern speed train. After the new one was built, they must have parked the old engine in the depths of the palace for an emergency getaway. Heading to the back of the car, the connecting door that would be used if joined to another car is locked, and I can see points at the top where it had been welded shut. I'm completely stuck in here with him.

"We're going to have to talk about this," he states as if reading my mind.

"Fine," I huff. "What could you possibly want to talk about?"

"You," he says, fumbling for the right thing to say. "Us?"

I scoff at that. There is no us. There is only the Wizard of Oz and whatever plaything of the month he has until he gets bored if I believe Emily at all. "No," I reply.

"You want to talk about what happened in the ballroom then?" he asks. "About the... the Emerald Guard and the... the blood?"

I blink my eyes in disbelief. "The blood? You mean watching a man get murdered?"

He pauses for a moment. "Yes," he says quietly, leaning against the narrow hallway, thumb nervously rubbing the back of his hand.

The scene plays before my eyes again, watching as the guard rocketed himself from the floor, fangs bared as he sunk the spear into the cowering Humak, the way the Grimmerie had gone flying from his hands from the sheer force of the death blow. I can see Fiyero screaming, the perfection from his face shattered in terror as he pushed past his guards to do anything to stop the inevitable. The screams and shrieks from the guards and guests are blaring in my head until I can't even hear the puffing of the engine or the thundering of the wheels anymore. I stare at a patch of carpet where the threads had been eaten away, exposing a red, raw, bloody flooring beneath.

I don't know how long I stand like this – staring at the floor as I watch the terrified and dying face of each partygoer in great detail – but soon I feel a blanket wrapped around me, the Wizard guiding me into the bedroom of the train car. He’s says something about sleep, something about other things that I don't process. He lifts me up and tucks me into an old bed, pulling a dusty duvet over me – velvet emerald dress, woolen blanket, and all. Pulling a chair up to the bedside, he slips his hand in mine, and I think it's the same hand that I grabbed as we ran. I don't want to sleep. I'm so worried that at any moment I might be the next one to have a spear shoved through my chest, that I’ll see my own terrified face. It's useless, though. Any fighting of tiredness in my eyelids is eventually won over by the crash of adrenaline, the gentle rocking of the train, and the slow back-and-forth pattern the Wizard traces into the fragile flesh of my hand.

[sketchedatrocities]

Yagagarasu - Dark (because it's spooky)

Yagagarasu was a design I really liked in PokemonQuarantineCrystal. Based on Baba Yaga's walking cottage and mixing the concept of hermit crab and murderous fairytale, I found it intriguing to iterate on.

Here's my idea for an evolution. Fan-arting the fakedex with potential versions and alterations of existing creatures. It's Skydrop would one shot most things. Here the ambush predator can't fit in it's shell and becomes a freakish sky stalker. It's also a flying cottage like Wizard of Oz, becoming half a new fairy tail as well incorporating bird features in the house it wears.

Giganto/Dynamax is wonderful for designing. Pokemon can play with size in a way that would be absurd or unwieldy for a basic pokemon.

Here Yaga becomes a 'Ghost Town' as a Borough of Babas. Chicken legs can't support a whole town even while swole, so it's a crawling horror with [Max] Sucker Punch.

Dynamaxing being based in England-land pokemon I considered castles and turrets too. The house on a hill as well as castles guarded by monsters all fit the fairytale aesthetic while still being ambush creatures.

[weebsinstash]

girllllllll no way am I logging on to tumblr dot com and you're being horny for the fucking wizard from the wizard of oz

AND I'LL FUCKING DO IT AGAIN, HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYBODY

I mean, i guess spoilers if you want to see the movie, but you know the scene where Elphaba confronts the Wizard, "you have no real power!" and he just, very readily, easily, quickly, "exactly, that's why I need you". Why is there something so sexy about how he said that to me. It's like, he's being manipulative, coaxing in the way he's also not even denying the accusation and also immediately using it as a pivot to beckon for her aid. He's just a small man trying to keep everything up and running and he's jumping at the chance to have such powerful magical help to the point he'll let her be rude and openly hostile to him and still turn around and praise her

hes just this, weird combination of suave seductive piano playing adulterer who can tapdance and, he's also just, kind of awkward too? He can be your silly little birthday boy AND your fascist dictator?

I like the idea of a Sorceror Reader and the Wizard BUT, but, a Reader who is also from the same Earth as him is ALSO extremely tempting because, then you're ALSO this powerless normal human who is suddenly thrust into this, splendiferous world and not only will the Wizard be your only connection to your home, the only person who totslly understands your current situation and the only confidant you can vent about missing home to, but, you'll also be forced by your very situation to be a part of his charade. You'll be forced to take part in grand spectacles with all kinds of fireworks and fanfare and specialized machines, and your new "friendly" Wizard pal will coach you on giving all kinds of fanciful speeches to tell everyone exactly what they want to hear, because, what else are you going to do? Directly cause the collapse of an entire nation? Potential starvation, unemployment, housing crisis, complete civil upheaval?

You wind up loving and hating him because, he's basically the source of all of your pain, but it's also not his fault you're here in Oz (although being trapped in the Emerald City is another matter), and he's the only person you can talk to about past memories. He offers you food and shelter and a bed to sleep in (one you have to be careful of him trying to crawl into with you) but you're also forced to put on fake smiles and perform little parlor tricks for the occasional political embassador or adoring crowd.

You're forced to rely on him, but you also resent him, and his feelings towards you? Oh, he has zero problems being affectionate with you, whether it's leading you on his arm, or, taking you by the hand and forcing you into a little dance, or, trying to force his face and lips into the crook of your neck during said dance. He's just been SO lonely for so long, you know? And here you come, a little piece of home, and he finds you so irresistibly, indescribably charming. It makes him all the more desperate to keep control of you, and not knowing where you are to constantly double-check your safety legitimately gives him anxiety. He may even start having someone follow you around, that is if he doesn't start just keeping you with him at all times!

This mf could just legitimately have you hauled away in broad daylight and then he'd probably have the people singing some kind of bullshit song and dance, "just one day, in the Emerald City, just one day, is all it takes to be wed-"

[mousedotjpeg]

cw: price being a cutie patootie for his wife, tooth rotting fluff

John Price was quite certain that, of all the moments he's shared with you, this had to be one of his most treasurable. Each and every time the weather forecast predicted storms, from gale-force winds to a gentle Sunday shower, his sweet little wife insisted upon starting a pot of coffee and building a little nest in the nook of the windowsill; the spot he had built especially for you.

Without fail - not counting the times he was away from deployment - you'd always have a hot cup of coffee awaiting his arrival, and a warm pair of arms to fall into, surrounded by blankets and pillows. More often than not, you'd both end up foregoing the comforts of your own bed in order to bask in each other's arms, squished together against the window.

"Honey?" Stepping into your shared home, coat damp from the rainfall, John softly calls out to you. Just as he expected (and found himself looking forward to the whole drive home) the Wizard of Oz was playing at a low volume on the living room TV, blankets pulled from open cabinets, and your shared nest already neatly fluffed up with pillows and the aforementioned throws.

"Welcome home, handsome." You coo, catching him slightly off guard as you pad over from the kitchen. Immediately beginning to help him shed his soaked layers, you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, then his cheek, then finally on his lips. "Your coffee is on the counter. Go put some warm clothes on." You instruct, before giving him another chaste kiss.

Price groans appreciatively into your lips, hand giving your waist a soft squeeze before he's off to the bedroom, rushing to get changed into boxers and a loose-fitting crewneck sweater. Upon his return, you were precariously balancing two very full mugs, shuffling over from the kitchen to the living room. He's taking them from you with a chuckle, pressing sweet little pecks on your temple and forehead, then motioning for you to walk ahead to the windowsill.

Setting them down gently in the little square hole carved out by the window, (another handy little thing John insisted the builders add) John's quick to crawl onto the padded wood, making himself comfortable.

"C'mere, darling." He calls, voice gruff as he finally relaxes into the copious amounts of blankets surrounding him. The harsh wind and rain create a juxtaposing lullaby, his eyes already droopy by the time you're settling into his eager arms. With a contented smile, you drape yourself over your husband, the chill of the room quickly being chased off by his warm embrace. Turning so your back is to his chest, (so you could still see your favorite movie play out) you take a moment to fully appreciate the loving warmth radiating from your husband.

"You're like a space heater, y'know?" You murmur, words muffled against his chest.

"That so, love?" He responds, a breathy chuckle to his words. John is met with only a brief nod, then he's gathering you up further into his arms, squeezing your smaller body tightly against his.

"The main reason I married you, actually." You tease, meaning only a slight bit of it.

"And here I was, thinking it was jus' for John Junior." He concludes.

"Oh God..don't... don't call it that."

"Sorry, love. My cock. Thought it was all for my cock."

"Not sure that's any better, John."

"Mmph."

You giggle softly against him, prompting John to smile broadly into your hair. Shit, how he fucking loves that sound - he'd do anything just to hear it.

"Reckon it'll flood, dear?" He prompts after several minutes of silence, only to be met with the very same thing. John precariously tilts his head back, only to find you dozing off, cheek smushed oh so preciously against him. Reclining his head back onto his pillow, it only takes a few more moments of watching the little rain drops race to the bottom of the glass, and the captain's out like a light bulb, snoring loudly into your ear.

cute lil shitty drabble cause it's "raining fucking hard" down here in texas, and mouse loves rain. anyways, i feel like this one turned out like poopoo doodoo. next one will probably be Nik or Rudy. ~ mouse

[layanomaly]

iuashouiabfvuavb i keep seeing all these posts about the wicked movie and being an original "wizard of oz" fan as a kid......not getting to watch the movie now cuz of my exams is making me want to crawl out of my skin

[agatharkn3ss]

Wanda references in AAA so far

Now that we had the big reveal, I thought I would summarise all the little Wanda references I've spotted throughout the show. Some are less obvious than others and I am sure I missed some because there are so many.

Personally, I think that these references were put in there only for fans' amusement, a little nod to Wandavision, a bit of red herring and as hints to Teen's identity. While I want Wanda to be alive, I feel having her make actual appearance in AAA could be detrimental to the show's already packed story. It would feel like "Wanda All Along".

Episode 1:

Agnes O'Connor was suspended for "punching a suspect", that is "now a convicted felon" - allusion to Agatha battling Wanda

Agnes and Herb exchange "She is dead though, isn't she?" - "Oh she's really, most sincerely dead" (Wizard of Oz reference!) - "You never know!" - wink = suggestion Wanda is alive

The victim's body is hinted to be Wanda's (but is it?) - the victim had black fingers (from Darkhold), described as "late 20s, green eyes, 5'7", hair the colour of scarlet", she was crushed by "something big and heavy", no drag marks as if she appeared "magically from thin air" and the dirt samples came out as from "somewhere in Easter Europe" - Wanda died crushed by the Darkhold Castle on Mount Wundagore in Transia in Easter Europe

The missing book is "The Dialogue and Rhetoric Known History of Learning & Debate" by Andrew Ugo = DARKHOLD by Wundagore

The messenger from Wandavision makes brief appearance to tell Agnes about the "library fire" where all copies of Darkhold were destroyed (also repeated by Rio at the morgue)

Finally, Wanda's name appearing on the library card

Episode 2:

Agatha makes a visit to Wanda's plot, with some hateful graffiti

While not a specific mention, I find it funny when Lilia calls Agatha the most infamous witch on the continent and Teen pretends to be offended, challenging her to name one for South America or Europe - while a little nod to Easter Europe again, it is telling that none of them mentioned Wanda as being even "badder" witch

In the comics, all of the coven witches have links to Wanda

Episode 3: (I think this is where we start seeing Agatha catching on to Billy's identity)

when the witches find out Teen has a sigil on him, Agatha interjects, calling it "a clumsy glamour" - in Wandavision, Wanda once pretended to be a magician's assistant called Glamour

the wine label is Rioja Reyna, so reference to "Red Queen" in Spanish

Agatha makes a toast to "Harbingers of Doom" - the Salem witches called the Scarlet Witch a "Harbinger of Chaos"

When Sharon is confused and says "Please Wanda, I'm begging you, let him breathe please" - it's a direct reference to the scene in Wandavision where Wanda is magically choking her husband Todd and Mrs Hart keeps saying "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." while smiling because she couldn't do anything else. The words she said in AAA were likely what she was actually saying in her head at that moment.

Episode 4:

Rio crawls out of the grave in the same creepy manner that Wanda made an entrance in Multiverse of Madness

When Rio asks Agatha why she brought Teen with her, she responds "Oh... Many hands" - this is a direct reference to Wandavision where Agatha was helping Wanda with her dinner and says "Many hands make light work. And many mouth make good gossip"

one of the tracks listed on the broken vinyl reads "Red Haired Woman"

Episode 5:

Teen is dressed in the same costume that young Billy Maximoff wore in Wandavision for Haloween

The back of the Ouija rules say "for ages 3 and up" - that's because Billy Maximoff's soul is technically only 3 years old because he was created in the Hex

When Agatha says "you're so much like your mother", we can hear a bit of Wandavision music

Billy's magic gestures and crown are very similar to Wanda's

[prepareforspamcalls]

Get Up! I Want To Play!

(Wholesome fic since I finished my work today. So you get a Sophia fic!)

Tags: @myluckymoon @city-of-c0rpses @star-tb

"Come onnnnnn. You can get up." I puffed my cheeks out, watching Xavier sit there on the floor. He was in this own little world, stuffing a soft toy in his mouth from teething. Completely ignoring what I had to say.

I was 5 at the time, sitting on the floor with him and his Godsister, Elora. Elora was 12 at the time, and Xavier was 9 months old. We were on the floor, Elora making light conversation to me or watching Xavier be totally oblivious to his surroundings. Talk about a mellowed out baby. He was always like that before he was 2.

Unfortunately, I can't remember much of this day. It's been so long that most things became a blur to me. What I could mostly remember was being an impatient kid at the time. I was 5, what do you expect? 5 year olds aren't the best at waiting for anything, that included me.

I wanted to play with my baby brother. The only problem is that he didn't know how to walk. Only crawl, but even for crawling, he barely moved around. Once again, very mellowed out baby. Put him in one spot, and he would be content there for a while, the whole day even.

So I would normally sit or roll on the floor near him whenever I was bored. I had nothing else to do, I guess. So why not stare at a baby? Not a single thought behind those eyes.

I roll over to Elora, plopping my head on her lap. "Eloraaaaa. When do babies start walking?" I pout.

Elora looked down at me with a soft smile, a little light chuckle escaping her lips. She pets my hair, giving a sweet answer. "Well when they're around 9 months old, but they fully start walking 10 months or later."

"Well, I hope he starts walking soon, fast. I want to play with him! It's hard to play when you stay in the same spot all day." I huffed and whined. That caused Elora to chuckle more.

"Don't worry dear, I'm sure he will walk one day soon. But you must be patient." She gently sat me up in her lap, cradling my face gently. "Things will come to time when they do. Soon before you know it, he'll not be so small anymore, and he'll be sprinting as well. It takes time, but time is worth it. Try to enjoy you have the time now with him. Trust me, you'll be glad you did."

She gave me a forehead kiss. At the time, I couldn't really understand what she meant. My child mind wasn't used to a concept like that. But I'm glad she did tell me that because in that moment I did try to enjoy my time with Xavier.

Rolling off of her lap, I roll over to him, still chewing on that toy. I look at him, he looks at me with big ol eyes. It was cute.

"Hey." I said to him, attention to make conversation. Though he can't say much at this young of a age. "What you got there?" I asked, referring to the soft toy he been teething on.

There was no answer, but there was a response. He scooted a little, getting into crawling position and coming closer to me. I was a little suprised that he wanted to crawl towards me.

His little hands attempting to grab me. His little legs trying to climb onto me. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. I gently tried to bring him closer, holding him in my lap. It was nice to hold him (impossible to hold him today).

I love over at Elora, who was watching with a smile. I didn't know how else to continue a conversation with a baby, so I sat there. Just holding Xavier.

"Miss Elora." I asked more politely this time instead of whining. "Can you pass me one of the books from that basket over there, please?" I pointed over to a small basket near the fireplace. Inside was a selection of children's books. The Wizard of Oz (Elora liked that one), Cinderella (Lilli always seemed to enjoy this one), and other books inside.

"Of course, which book would you like?" She got up to pick up the basket. Bringing it over, before kneeling down again.

"Alice in Wonderland, please." That was my favorite book, even if it did have bigger words at the time that I couldn't fully understand. Totally wasn't trying to spread the Alice in Wonderland propaganda to him at all. Whaaaat? That would ge totally ridiculous!

Elora handed me the book. I gently took it and opened it to the first page with Xavier still in my lap. I started to read out loud, stumbling on a few words here and there as I read along the pages. Stopping a few times to look at the pictures.

Despite my reading skills being basic at the time, I can't remember when I didn't stop reading that night. I remember waking up in bed the next morning, but that's about it. Elora used to tell me that I read to Xavier before both him and I fell asleep midway through.

Even if I can't remember the memory well, I'm still glad it happened. Even if it's faint or hard to distinguish, it will always be a part of my memory.

[saranilssonbooks]

Developmental psychology scholar read Cozy Classics' Moby-Dick! Here are the thougts.

For those who haven't heard of the Cozy Classics, they are a series of board book adaptions of great classics such as Oliver Twist, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and Jane Eyre, created by Jack and Holman Wang and intended for young children. What makes these books stand out, however, is that they come with a most delightful needle felted twist!

Each book contains 12 illustrations, consisting of photographs depicting scenes from the original story and featuring needle felted characters and props.

In addition to this, 12 words related to the story are printed in-between the illustrations; "sailor", "leg", "boat", "find"...

...et cetera. Guess Moby-Dick gets a bonus word though, since "Pequod" is ever so neatly embroidered on the ship's fluffy name plate.

I have to say that this whole concept is nothing short of genius. Not only are the little ones presented with the classics fitting their own level of perception, but the materials shown in the pictures are all familiar ones to them sensory-wise, thus much more relatable than conventional illustrations.

As for the words, they are fitting 1-2 syllable ones, but their meaning - at least in this case - are somewhat unsual. I'm telling you, one doesn't find educational toddler literature containing "smash", "sink", and "mad" together all that often. The choice of words in combination with the pictures also works in an almost insidious fashion in that they will now be forever planted in the lil' one's brain and for the rest of their life they will recognize that peg legged dude with anger issues.

The book manages to capture the essence of the original quite well and what truly surprised me was how the creators did not hold back on the dark stuff. Ahab looks like something that definately will come crawling out from under your bed at night for a maniacal stabbing session, Moby Dick turns the Pequod to splinters, and a heart broken Ishmael floats around on a coffin. Even the color scheme is moody and ominous. We approve! 👍

Even if you don't have a child nearby to brain wash, I highly recommend you check this book out - it's up for a free read on archive.org - for the sake of admiring the pieces of downright wool art.

So, there's the Cozy Classics Moby-Dick for ya. Now I have to go ponder whether I should add a request for a needle felted coffin in my death plan.

[hbyrde36]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

Thanks friend! It's very hard to choose a fav five, and I'm sure my answers would be different on any given day, but for today here they are, in no particular order:

I Don't Think We're In Hawkins Anymore, Big Boy

After being run off the road in a freak accident during a terrible storm, Steve and Eddie find that not only have they committed vehicular manslaughter, but they’ve also somehow been whisked away to a strange land. The journey is rough and they are being hunted for revenge, but through it all Steve and Eddie grow closer than ever as they try and find their way home with the help of some new friends with familiar faces.

-Or-

Steddie Wizard of Oz 👠

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Steve Harrington is an animator. Some people call it a gift, the ability to raise the dead, but to Steve It’s just a job. A way to help mourning families find closure after the sudden death of a loved one, or aid the courts in settling everything from disputed wills to murder cases.

He is also a licensed vampire hunter and executioner.

Two years ago, vampirism became legal in the United States, granting its undead population citizenship and everything that new status entails, which complicates things for Steve, as he is suddenly tasked with helping the very creatures he's grown accustomed to killing. He struggles in more ways than one when he finds himself working closely, intimately, with none other than Eddie Munson, an undeniably sexy several-hundred-years old master vampire.

-Or-

The Anita Blake/Steddie AU that nobody asked for

Honey, You're Familiar

Songfic, inspired by From Eden by Hozier. Written for the Stranger Things Writer's Guild Hozier Project.

WC limit: 3000

Times Like These (The Anniversary Edition)

When Eddie finds himself back in his living room, staring down a very alive Chrissy Cunningham, after just having bled to death himself in the middle of a nightmare world, he was rightfully very, very fucking confused.

-Or-

What happens when the new guy, who only just got inducted into the fucked up world of monsters and mayhem, gets stuck in a time loop and finds himself responsible for saving everyone?

The Crawl

Will Byers is only 12 years old when he learns that monsters are real, and is taken far away to another world that looks like his home, but isn't. The place that would come to be known as the Upside Down is a mystery. No one knows the origins of its existence or why it was seemingly frozen in time on the day Will was taken.

The only thing they know for sure about the other dimension is that it does not play by the rules of the real world, and that, as the newest member of the party comes to realize, has possibilities.

Time travel stories love to play with the idea that one small act can have an incredible impact on the future. What if, in a weird twist of fate, Will is found in the Upside Down by a friendly face who just can't keep his mouth shut, and is sent home safely with a warning of what's to come. Will it be enough to change everything?

[thenightling]

The Supernatural and The Addams Family

One complaint I see a lot of about the Wednesday series on Netflix is "The Addams Family was grounded in reality. There was nothing supernatural about them! The Munsters were supernatural." Almost always someone will say "What about thing?" And comes the typical meme / joke response of "Well, they're just that Goth." Okay, outside of the disembodied hand that serves as a friend / pet / sex toy / lover (throw-away line in Addams Family Values about his relationship with Uncle Fester) here are some elements of The Addams Family that are definitely supernatural. 1. Uncle Fester is immune to electric shock, mercury poisoning (he ate an old thermometer) and other things that would kill most people. Not only that but he has his own high electrical charge where he can power a lightbulb with his mouth. This is all from the 1960s Addams Family TV series.

I won't bother to mention the kids surviving improbable scenarios since even in the movies there's usually a cut-away. 2. Grandmama is a practicing witch. In fact the lyrics of the 1960s Addams Family theme song include "So get a witch's shawl on, a broomstick you can crawl on." We're told that at least some members of the family are witches, if not all of them. Morticia's mother was played by Margret Hamilton (The Wicked Witch of the West in The wizard of Oz). Note: Morticia's mother and Grandmama are not the same character. When Grandmama curses Debbie in Addams Family: Values, her curse comes to pass later in the movie.

In The Addams Family Broadway musical there's even a joke line of "My mother? I thought she was your mother!" and Gomez and Morticia just shrug it off. She's theirs and that's all that matters. They just adopted the strange old woman who wants to be called Grandmama. 3. Morticia canonically has psychic powers in the 1960s Addams Family TV show. She has permeations, experiencing omens, and at one point felt it when someone stuck a pin in a map directly over their house. This is from the 1960s Addams Family TV series. This was not something invented for the Wednesday TV series. 4. In The Addams Family 1960s TV series Santa Claus is Canonically proven to be real. He shows up in the Christmas episdoe after each adult Addams dresses as Santa to try to make the kids happy.

5. Another witch in the family is mentioned in the Christmas episode. When the children were told that Santa isn't real, Gomez and Morticia reassure them by reminding them that they were also told that witches weren't real and they proved that wrong when they met a certain aunt. 6. Morticia's sister, Ophelia, in the 1960s Addams Family TV series has flowers growing out of her scalp. Flowers that Gomez is allergic to. This is actually partly the origin for Morticia cutting the flowers off her roses, Gomez is allergic to flowers.

7. Lurch may or may not be a zombie or Frankenstein style creature. Yes, the animated movie made him an escaped mental patient but the 90s Addams Family animated series gave him blue skin and a flat topped head, making him heavily resemble a Frankenstein monster. (Note: The Creature does not actually have a flat head in Mary Shelley's novel. This and the groaning is a movie trope.)

8. Cousin It.

9. In Addams Family the Broadway musical the Addams do a conga line with the ghosts of their ancestors.

10. Ophelia (Morticia's sister) is inhumanly strong (besides having flowers growing out of the top of her head.) She can flip Gomez onto his back with one hand. 11. Their library contains books that literally bring to life what's inside them. 12. Their house is definitely haunted. In the 2019 Addams Family animated series the House repeatedly told them to get out, and consumes coffee. Also Morticia refers to the entity as "The spirit." 13. Morticia talks to the ghosts of her parents In The Addams Family 2019 Addams Family animated movie. 14. There are singing severed heads in The Addams Family 2019 animated movie. 15. There is a sentient tree on the house grounds, named Ichabod. 16. Uncle Flambe has flame-hair. 17. Wednesday is able to control Pugsley via voodoo doll in The Addams Family 2 animated movie from 2021. 18. Wednesday was able to freak out another little girl by showing off that she can read minds when she wants to in Addams Family 2 the animated movie from 2021. 19. Lurch is indicated to have "cold dead" hands suggesting that at least in the Addams Family 2 animated movie from 2021 he is a zombie or Frankenstein-style monster. I know he has a mother in the 60s show but other incarnations don't seem to follow this. In the 2019 animated Addams Family movie Lurch seems to have escaped the insane asylum but the haunted insane asylum (which becomes The Addams Family house) had been abandoned for years, possibly decades. Bonus as this one is not confirmed. 20. The Addams' may or may not be immortal. In the 1990 Addams Family movie Gomez is trying to find Uncle Fester who has been missing twenty-five years. The 1990 Addams Family movie was deliberately released twenty-five years after the 1960s Addams Family series of the 1960s ended. There is continuity changes such as making Uncle Fester Gomez's brother instead of Morticia's uncle (pre-marriage) but otherwise the 90s Addams Family movies were meant to directly continue from the 1960s TV series. This means that in twenty-five-years no one aged. Not even the children. "Their Goth game is just that strong."

[littlestarbigsky]

I don't have any major requests, just any thing chetcherrycola. I'm so obsessed, and i need more 🥺😭

it’s not tooo terribly long lol but im projecting onto cherry i’m NOT having fun rn and i want my boys to take care of me

cw: cherry has her period, nothing graphic or detailed but it is a thing lol

hope this is okay🩷

“you really think they couldn’t have stayed awake?”

“it’s magic, soda, the witch cursed them.”

“you’re not listening, they could have just run away before they fell asleep!”

chet just giggled and kissed soda’s cheek affectionately.

chet and soda were curled up together on the couch in chet’s living room, his father out of town to help out at another police department for the week, waiting for cherry to come back.

cherry had spent the night at chet’s, and woke up with her period. she had been miserable the whole morning and eventually they called soda to come over. they had taken turns holding her and keeping her as comfortable as they could with a rotation of pain killers and heating pads, but with her abdomen and back hurting as bad as they were, chet suggested she take a hot shower to try and ease some of the tension and pain.

once they had gotten her set up in the bathroom, soda flipped through the channels on the tv before settling on the wizard of oz and crawled up on the couch next to chet, making himself comfortable in chet’s lap.

“someone’s awful clingy today,” chet mused after a while, tracing down the muscles in soda’s arms.

“i just finally get you all to myself,” soda giggled, snuggling down with chet.

“not for long,” came cherry’s voice from the stairs. she was swaddled in a sweatshirt soda had brought over, along with a pair of chet’s sweatpants, her half-wet hair falling over her shoulders.

“just keeping your spot warm for you,” soda smiled, shuffling off of chet to reach to the other side of the couch and grab a blanket for them. “c’mere, honey.”

cherry smiled and waddled over to them, sitting on chet’s lap, her knees pulled into her chest as soda leaned back against her legs, throwing the blanket over her. chet reached over the arm of the couch to the end table and grabbed her heating pad, an aspirin, and a glass of water. she took the medicine gratefully and settled the heating pad over her stomach before snuggling down into chet, running soft hands through soda’s hair.

after a few minutes, she felt her stomach cramp up and her whole body tensed up from the pain. she hissed and hid her face in chet’s neck, and he pulled her close, soda holding her hands so she could squeeze his as hard as she needed to.

“it’s okay, sweetheart, it’ll pass,” chet whispered, pressing sweet kisses to her face and hair.

“i’m sorry…” she gave a small sob as the cramp began to dissipate.

soda kissed her hand gently, “hey, no tears, babydoll, we’ve got you.”

she took a shaky breath and snuggled impossibly further into chet’s hold, relishing having both of her boys there with her, which could barely happen anymore.

“do you want to try and sleep?” chet asked her softly, running a hand through her hair, and cherry just looked up and nodded.

soda smiled, “just rest, we’re not going anywhere.”

[collectorcookie]

@rebelscythe123 this is for u <3

Loooots and lots of spoilers for everything caiowe for anyone reading this btw

Ok so a lot of cain's roles in the narrative focuses on him sacrificing himself. He's a knight so he should put his life in danger to protect others. He's a sage's wizard so he should, again, put himself in life-threatening danger to save the world. He is arthur's personal knight so, you guessed it, he should protect arthur at all costs, including himself. He's so kind and sweet and he made being a shield to others his meaning of life <3. This isn't a good thing, duh. He has no sense for self preservation and is very suicidal, maybe not in the depressed way, but in the extremely willing to throw his life away way. Like, in central ballad, he immediately puts himself between akira and oz throwing a rampage KNOWING ozzy can instant kill him, accidentally or not. And in central prelude, he also just throws himself at a beast with no consideration for his own safety.

Now, owen. Owen is the complete opposite of cain. If cain is generally puppy sunshine who's willing to die for anyone, then owen is depressed and thorny and puts his own survival above anyone and anything else.

Owen is the first person in cain's life that DOESN'T require cain to sacrifice anything for him. If anything, owen is the first person to offer cain something. Freedom. Cain, up until that point, had to keep himself hidden away. Now of course, owen defeating cain and stealing his eyeball was very traumatizing for cain, but it ends up in a net positive development for him because he doesn't have to hide anymore. I think cain even thanks him for it eventually. And another thing owen offers cain is a goal to strive towards. Now that owen has defeated him, cain has to work hard and train himself to become a better wizard. Wait i have two screenshots from anni2 that kinda

Just. Them. Ugh.

Now back onto owen, obviously everyone knows that owen latched himself onto cain because baby owen was locked up in a basement with nothing but a picture book with a knight. And cain is number one picture perfect knight. But another thing to consider about owen's character is that....kizu owen isn't owen himself, he isn't the real owen, he is just a trauma holder for owen's past memories. Wait holup i have more screenshots somewhere surely.

Yeah like in north ballad, owen wants to cure his injury because he wants to stay as himself. He's no longer the helpless small child calling out for anyone to save him, he crawled outta that hell himself, he saved himself, he's strong now. I don't like the way people treat kizu owen as the "real owen" or whatever because that kid just straight up isn't, i like the idea of the real self of a traumatized character is the self that overcame the trauma, not the one haunted by it.

And for kizu owen, anyone could have been kizu owen's knight in shining armor, as we see in ms2, where he sticks to oz like glue instead of cain. This fucks up cain severely. Because the reason why cain stuck to owen is because of his kizu self. Because his kizu self straight up says things like "save me" and "don't leave me alone" and what could a knight like cain do but respond? Yeah sure there's this other real owen that's a brutal murderer but let's ignore that for now because see! There's this other him calling out for help! And all of cain's identity is helping others despite the risks so trying to help kizu owen in spite of real owen potentially hurting him is such a cain thing to do.

But kizu owen will stick to anyone willing to respond. He's not a person. He's doesn't form bonds. He doesn't learn. He's just a trauma holder. In ms1, even when cain shows him over and over again that the door is open and it isn't locked and you can literally open the door, you aren't trapped, i wouldn't do that to you, kizu owen still ends up scratching and hitting at the door because he👏doesn't👏learn👏or👏move👏on. That's his thing. It doesn't matter to him if it's cain who is protecting him or if it's oz, he wants anyone.

And now cain is feeling like shit because arthur doesn't need him, owen doesn't need him, his knights don't need him, nobody needs or chooses specifically cain for anything, he has no space to exist. This is why he changes himself 180 degrees in ms2 because in his mind it's "well manipulating people is something only i can do so i will sacrifice myself and all of my morals for it." Are you. Are you seeing it yet?

BUT who does end up choosing cain specifically, over and over again? Owen. The real owen. He goes and fetches arthur aaaaall the way from central country to check up on cain. And ms2 isn't the only instance for this. He teaches cain magic and then later also prays his name in anni1. Owen ends up helping cain even when oz gave up on him in the knights event. Hell, even in central prelude, the only reason cain is alive is because owen's eyeball protected him. I don't remember where but i think there was once a convo between owen and mithra where mithra was like "that guy will take a 1000 years before he gets on your level" and owen was like "i'll wait". Owen WANTS to see cain grow, he wants to see him succeed.

Owen is the only character in the narrative that pushes cain to grow, cain is the only character in the narrative that pushes owen to see the world for what it is instead of the traumatized version he is holding onto.

All in all, caiowe is an EXTREMELY HEALTHY relationship, they literally make each other better, they just need a lot of communication, and they deserve each other, and i love them <3

[devilsskettle]

13 (cursed) movies that scared me

tagged by @anyataylorjoys

tag rules: select 13 horror films that at one point in time terrified the hell out of you

breaking the rules slightly because some of the things that used to really freak my ass out were not horror movies lol

skinamarink

twin peaks: fire walk with me

donnie darko

the wizard of oz

room for one more from scary stories to tell in the dark

supernatural season 1 episode 5 “bloody mary”

talk to me

possibly in michigan

the hearse song from scary stories to tell in the dark

american horror story season 1 episode 10 "smoldering children"

anatomy video game

what ever happened to baby jane?

the girl who stood on the grave from scary stories to tell in the dark

anyway i want to include the full text of the hearse song:

Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,

For you may be the next to die

They wrap you in a big white sheet

From your head down to your feet.

They put you in a big black box

And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

All goes well for about a week,

Then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

The worms play pinochle on your snout.

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,

They eat the jelly between your toes.

A big green worm with rolling eyes

Crawl in your stomach and out your eyes.

Your stomach turns a slimy green,

And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,

And that's what you eat when you are dead.

tagging everybody that read the poem <3