🩵 Dorothy Gale 🩵

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[kansasadventurer]

𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖊 based on Wonderful Wizard of Oz and The Wiz

EST 2025 || 18+ || SPOILERS || MULTI-VERSE || PROMO

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Young Dorothy Gale transported to Oz through a giant cyclone. Her house landed on the Witch of the East and used the witch's shoes. She travels through the magical world of Oz, accompanied with a scarecrow, a tin man, and a talking lion, so she can find her way back home. Twenty years later, Dorothy moves from her farm to the city and becomes a Kindergarden teacher, still having access to the World of Oz.

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

🩵 My Dorothy is a BLACK, in honor of Stephanie Mills and Diana Ross's performance of The Wiz. If this offends you, do not follow. Any racism, misogynoir, or overall hate will be deleted unanswered and grifters will be blocked.

🩵 I only ship with the adult version of Dorothy. I am not comfortable shipping her with Scarecrow or TinMan since she was a little girl when she met them, based on the books. My top ships are Dorothy and Ozma and Dorothy and Liir.

🩵 This blog is 18+ as it will mention intense bigotry, animal cruelty, death, NSFW material, and violence, like in the WWoO and Wicked books. They will be tagged, but please do not expect my writing will always be the same like the movies. I have not read every Oz novel yet, only WWoO, Sequel to Oz, Wicked, and Son of the Witch, so be patient with me if I make a mistake.

🩵 There is no use of AI whatsoever All writing and graphics are made by mun.

🩵 This blog is med-low activity. Mun (Jasmine) is in her 30s with children, elderly parents and a job, so please be patient with her regarding replies. BLOGROLL: @seafoamseashell @irxnlegacy @aranaboricua @viltrumempress @swordsxandxsakuras

[kansasadventurer]

D/orothy if she was raised by E/lphaba.

[melodramas]

AYO EDEBIRI photographed by Raoúl Alejandre

[seafoamseashell]

INDIE. HEADCANON. 18+

𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕬𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖉

feat. modern, God of War, GoT/HoTD/ASoIaF, Karate Kid and more

𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉 🔱 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 🔱 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈

[ame-gosh]

what if we kissed 🫣. and we were both lemons 🍋😳

[kansasadventurer]

𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓳𝓸𝔂. 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮

🩵 18+ || SPOILERS || MULTI-VERSE 👠

Wonderful Wizard of Oz + The Wiz version of 𝕯𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖞 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖊

[lightcreators]

One  timeline  ago,  she  would  have  considered  that  confused  expression  upon  Dorothy  as  an  opening  door  to  bring  further  nonsense  ---  playing  delicately  with  her,  though  among  other  rules  of  the  ones  she  used  when  she  was  around,  and  wish  to  admire  in  which  extent  it  will  expanding  …  It  was  a  game  she  played  a  lot  with  Lord  Hades.  Silent  studying  of  other  beings  remained  a  fascinating  subject,  and  herself  remained  surprised  concerning  all  discoveries  she  made,  especially  with  her  ‘dad’  …  Another  topic  that  remained  delicate  to  speak  with  someone  else,  communicate  correctly,  as  there  were  immediate  remembrances  of  suffering,  she  had  been  traumatized  with  he  did  for  his  voice  reaching  to  her,  and  slight  embrace  that  wanted  to  reassuring  her  it  was  over  …  Phobos’s  remembrances  weren’t  best  example.  She  never  knew  how  to  communicate  property  with  him.  Centuries  before  of  comfort  had  disappear  for  always  let  place  towards  an  (amusing)  discomfort  and  constant  terror  hidden  within  his  eyes,  within  his  expression,  within  embarrassment  of  his  voice  …  Deimos,  however,  as  mere  remembrance  about  how  inclined  he  was  to  hugging  her,  be  interested  back  about  her  perspective,  as  herself  was  amused  about  entire  Illusions  stuff,  but  could  reflecting,  becoming  that  lost  Harmonia  to  him,  in  which  sibling  relationship  could  be  built  again,  communication  was  clear,  fluid,  unproblematic  …  Hence,  as  there  was  understanding  of  clear  discomfort  about  her  ---  in  which  she  cannot  respond  emotionally  ---  childish  smile  increased  around  her  features.  She  looked  like  exactly  the  Alice  from  Wonderland,  hence  her  name,  regardless  how  many  betrayals  she  might  have.  It’s  was  a  picked  identity;  other  mirror  of  the  Japanese  revenge  spirit  that  will  never  let  go  a  prey she also pick. 

It’s  how  she  wanted  to  be  perceived  by  the  universe.

❝   Pleasure  to  meet  you,  Dorothy!  Alice!  Coming  from  somewhere  similar  than  Oz!  ❞  Sadly,  for  her  questioning,  that  last  question  exposed  a  sudden  silence  in  middle  of  atmosphere.  A  betrayal  silence  in  which  a  clear  no  resonated  around.  Once  upon  a  time,  when  she  was  hiding  herself  in  middle  of  worst  chessboards  of  Purgatory  for  take  over  entire  place,  she  never  responded  to  that  question  when  the  pieces  questioned  her.  She  never  answered  to  that  question.  Ghost,  divinity,  evil,  monster,  Satan,  witch  ---  she  has  been  called  so  many  names  by  countless  of  souls  she  traumatized  across  the  universes.  All  of  them,  from  a  human’s  perspective,  excepted  honorific  Satan  title,  could  be  true.  She  was  as  incorporeal  of  a  ghost,  she  was  possibly  ‘evil’  as  she  didn’t  mind  punishing  bad  people  for  their  deeds  and  showing  them  consequences  at  their  door  without  any  escape,  she  was  perceived  as  a  monster,  she  was  protector  of  witches  …  Pointing  herself,  with  sweetness  childness  voice  she  could  take,  exposing  little  tears  in  middle  of  eyes  who  seemed  sad  by  assumption  of  something  else,  she  expressed  gently.  ❝   Little  girl?  ❞  As  a  manner  to  exposing  how  her  appearance  showed  no  harm  intent.  Any  other  answer,  sadly  for  everyone,  would  destroying  right  away  that  face  of  her  features,  and  showing  the  onryo  instead,  with  full  awareness  she  didn’t  communicate  as  similar  as  a  human  within  that  form.  That  question  was  cemented  signal  of  switches  forms.  Unless  when  she  wanted  a  hanging  interrogation  haunting  the  other  end  instead  …  Even  her  ‘dad’,  saved  of  the  first  option,  needed  to  be  tormented  by  doubt  (which  caused  a  tragedy,  because  even  if  he  knew,  that  doubt  sustained  far  too  long it should have)   …

[kansasadventurer]

Dorothy noticed the 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 streaming down the other's face. She wonders if she said something to upset the girl.

🩵 → ❝ Oh--I'm sorry! I ain't mean to make ya cry. I'm just used to goofy folks is all. Not that ya goofy or anythin' wrong with ya or nothin'. ❞

The girl moves in closer, feeling guilty for making Alice cry. She was desperate to make the other seem happy.

❝ 𝕴 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖒! Wanna see my pigs? ❞

@lightcreators

[kansasadventurer]

❗❗❗ from @leerisms maybe if u want 👀

The teacher was caught off guard. She tried her best not to laugh. She has not seen this man since they were children. Not just any man; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘. Dorothy tries to hold her laughter under Liir's lips. She does not know if the irony is funny or she is nervous that his mother would appear in a rampage.

[bcnesnobreak]

The man made of straw seemed to remember things. Why can’t he? Things were foggy. He blinked. He hoped — wait! He knows her! His traveling companion. Scarecrow flopped over and he coughed. He waved at her. Fiyero made a small wave. “ Oh hey.” he said. The Scarecrow saw her! It’s been a while since he had seen her. He finally gift his wish of having a brain. He already had one now. He jumped up with joy. “ Dorothy!” Scarecrow said with a big grin. He rushed over and he wondered if it was alright to hug. He was soft with stuffing.

[kansasadventurer]

𝕬 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊. A sound she has not heard in years. As the woman turned around, she grinned from ear-to-ear. The same straw man she met when she was girl. Dorothy rushed over to the man and hugged him without saying a word.

@bcnesnobreak

[efemmera-archive]

Dorothy Gale kissing Ozma of Oz, illustrated by John R. Neill for The Road to Oz, by L. Frank Baum. Circa 1909

[lightcreators]

A  silent  remembrance:  too  long,  incarnation  of  Nothingness,  aspired  by  Nothingness  inside  high  level  condensed  of  Western  and  Oriental  magic,  communications  manners  had  been  forgotten.  Phobos’s  scared  faces  remained  casual  amusement  she  remained,  in  which  often  was  forgotten  mortality  of  a  form  wouldn’t  appreciate  her  harmless  tricks,  as  previous  memories  hadn’t  been  pushed  aside  inside  a  forced  existence.  Corporality  has  been  experienced  against  her  will,  and  redemption  has  been  made,  nevertheless  what  mortals  and  immortals  called  alike  existence  remained  unknown, always obscure.  A  land  that  shouldn’t  never  been  touched,  as  she  would  remaining  same,  living  between  three  realms : to  the  Underword,  to  Purgatory  and  mortal  realms.

Belonging  to  Purgatory,  was  the  remembrance,  always  the  reminder.

Consideration  needed  to  be  taken  mortal  she  was  chatting  with  was  like  Phobos  ---  someone  to  treat  gently,  with  sweetness,  having  gentleness  inside  a  tone  showing  no  condescendence,  showing  no  particular  judgement,  excepting  rightful  emotions.  Only  someone  as  unspeakable  as  her,  between  the  lands  of  living  and  unliving,  would  not  showing  surprise  in  front  of  a  saturated  tone,  betraying  sometimes  wisdom,  distorting  suddenly  without  warning,  with  a  pressured  echo  of  that  immensity  she  handled.  Stories,  she  always  wanted, loved them !  So  many  she  missed  to  write  out  by  herself,  although,  so  many  witches,  so  many  Game  Masters  wished  to  never  perceiving  her  not  even  once!  Stories  that  could  be  different  of  bloody  ones  wrapped  by  humanity’s  dooms!  Stories  that  could  exposing  bright  side  of  the  Moon,  for  her  dark  side!

There  was  a  moment  of  silence.  Mortality’s  humour  was  something  she  remained  conflicted  to  understand  …  as  terrors  expressions  she  provoked  though  her  jokes  weren’t  really  understood  neither.  ❝  Eating  rabbits?  That  horrible!  It  must  be  sad.  A  landscape  without  talking  animals,  without  stories  tell  by  the  birds~  ❞  Childish  smile  appeared.  ❝  Mostly  have  one  rabbit  in  mind,  always  in  hurry,  always  pressured  by  time,  always  worried  to  be  late,  in  which,  oh,  it  would  be  so  much  a  miiiiiisery  if  he  shows  late!  ❞  Remembrances,  remembrances  ---  mortals,  inside  her  current  form,  would  perceiving  nothing  more  than  an  innocent  little  girl,  although  might  speak  lot  of  nonsense.  ❝  O  z  ?  ❞  Slight  betrayal  as  she  repeated  it.  She  knew  the  place.  She  knew  someone  holding  that  name.  She  even  witnessing  someone  holding  her  name,  among  another  dimension, when  her  world  was  partially  concrete.  She  innocently  laughed.  Where  witches  were  acting,  her  gaze  will  be  watching.  Belonging  to  Purgatory,  repeated  echo  of  her  mind.  ❝  I  wonder  how  it’s  looks  like!  I  hope  it  isn’t  full  of  nothingness,  when  the  trash  is  thrown  away  like  a  pit  of  oblivion  …  maybe  coloured?  Big,  flash  colours?  Which  magic?  Is  there  a  wizard  ?  Are  there  witches  ?  ❞  She  also  needed  some  kind  of  explanation.  ❝  I  know  someone  of  that  name.  Oz.  ❞  Remembrances.  Remembrances.  ❝  An  name  sounding  like  a  noble  knight,  doesn’t  it  ?  ❞  So  sad  she  couldn’t  terrorize  the  soul  of  Jack  Vessalius,  even  for  the  amusement,  as  eternal  remembrance  her  name  should  be  carefully  taken  care  of,  not  used  wrongly.  Poor,  poor,  poor  little  rabbit  who  suffered  so  much  inside  powerless observation  …  Poor,  poor,  poor  little  rabbit  who  wanted  happiness   …

[kansasadventurer]

Dorothy was left confused, wondering why the girl is asking so many questions. She did not have this feeling since she met Glinda. She could not tell if the stranger is harmless or not, so she stays friendly while staying alert.

🩵 → ❝ Okay. So um--I'm Dorothy....And I'm guessin' ya from Oz or--Somethin' like Oz...Are ya even 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓, girl? ❞

@lightcreators

[demonvicstudios]

a little Dorothy animation yayy

[shewhotellsstories]

Some people: Dorothy is the villain!

Me, an intellectual: Dorothy is a literal child, Glinda and Madame Morrible dragged her into an adult conflict where she doesn't know half of what's going on, and Elphie would probably like her if she got to know her.

[shewhotellsstories]

Ugh, the Once Upon a Victim-Blaming fandom war flashbacks. “I can excuse mass murder, but I draw the line at being a naive, recently bereaved 10-year-old who believed a mother would love her daughter.” Holding manipulated children to standards grown adults can’t meet in stories is and always will be infuriating. The poor kid was used as a murder weapon and just wants to go home.

[kansasadventurer]

What I love about Tumblr is they're most sensible and empathetic compared to Twitter.

That being said, W/icked fandom.

Do not come to my page to bash D/orothy because you're pro E/lphaba.

Please do not forget she was a child manipulated by the Ozian government.

She did not want to kill anyone, she just wanted to go back to her family.

[kikismemes]

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

[lightcreators]

 ❝  Kansas.  ❞  Desire  of  an  innocent  voice  wanted  to  resonating,  nevertheless,  an  echo  of  something  different  exposed  instead.  Names,  locations,  didn’t  truly  mattered  for  someone  that  remained  simple  visitor  among  the  mortal  realm,  inside  mirrors,  inside  reflections  of  a  water,  in  middle  of  darkness  or  cracks  between  dimensions.  It  would  be  remaining  her  home,  in  which  no  mortal  mind  would  hardly  comprehend  her  perspective.  Even  immortals  would  be  remaining  …  intrigued  by  her  view?  ❝  Oh?  Aren’t  they  interesting  friends  that  you  have?  Wrapped  into  a  desire  to  something,  aren’t  they?  Can  you  tell  me  more?   ❞  She  hadn’t  responded,  meaning  talk  about  fantasy  about  talking  rabbits  and  living  clocks  weren’t  questioned  on  her  side.

[kansasadventurer]

Dorothy wonders who this girl was. Ever since she told her aunt and uncle about Oz, they gave her worried looks; convincing her it was only a dream. But here is a girl, close to Dorothy's age, talking about talking rabbits with watches. The farm girl doesn't know if this child had the same experience or she isn't well.

🩵 → ❝ Well, it ain't no different than 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖘. Well, in Kansas, the rabbits don't talk, we use 'em as pets--except huntin' 'em, but I don't like eatin' rabbits. The place I go to for all the magic stuff is called 𝕺𝖟.❞

@lightcreators

[experienceandobservation]

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