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OKAY, I am moving this blog to an actual one instead of a sideblog, but you can continue to reply here and I will simply reblog in the new one!

Follow, please, I'll delete this one once I have every thread going there instead, so there's a lot of time, but here! :3

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also I am once again thinking of making this its own blog instead of a side one...

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I went to Wicked last night and I focused a lot on the ensemble because none of my faves were doing the main characters and well, I came up with a new OC SAÇOJSAJOÇASAS

Her favorite things are books, she's always carrying one with her and reading (she was doing that in the ensemble lol), she's a lesbian (gave zero shits about Fiyero UNTIL he started singing and she was caught by the magic of ✨singing and dancing ✨) and is always paying attention to everything.

These were things I noticed in the play, now for the stuff I made up:

Her name is Amelia. She's from Gillikin, Neverdale. It's sort of a tourist city, where you have a big lake and a lot of nature but not a lot of things to do. She has three sisters which I have yet to name, but one of them is one year older than her (I will probably make an oc out of her later as well) and the others are children.

Because she grew up in this beautiful place, yet empty, she always found refugee in the books. She also has a deep connection with water since she has been going swimming ever since she can remember. She isn't magic but grew up in a place that was very touched by it, so the can sort of communicate with water animals. Not telepathically, nothing like that, but if there is a sick fish or frog, she can tell what's wrong with it.

Amelia is sensitive and kind, but she can be judgy as well and loves a good gossip. During the events of Wicked, she has zero time or patience for whatever is going on between Elphaba and Galinda and wants Fiyero to be gone as well so she can read her books in peace.

Her older sister is more of a party girl and it irritates her, since she has had to get her out of trouble multiple times.

Her favorite color is orange, like her hair and the sunset.

And last but definitely not least, I'm using Verônica Goeldi as her faceclaim, since she's inspired me to do an entire new OC with her wonderful acting in the ensemble! I will find a picture of her in that costume sometime but! This is her face :3

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💓  to  listen  to  my  muse's  heartbeat. 💏  to  softly  kiss  my  muse's  forehead. 💋  to  kiss  my  muse  on  the  lips. 🤭  to  caress  my  muse's  cheek. 🌸  to  offer  my  muse  a  flower. 💅  to  paint  my  muse's  nails. 💗  to  lean  against  my  muse. 💝  to  wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse. 🤗  to  hug  my  muse  from  behind. 🫂  to  pick  my  muse  up  and  twirl  them  around. 👰  to  hold  my  muse  bridal  style. 🤝  to  hold  my  muse's  hand. 🥞  to  bring  my  muse  breakfast  in  bed. 🤜  to  give  my  muse  a  noogie. 🤏  to  tickle  my  muse. 😋  to  give  my  muse  their  favorite  snack.

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*starts watching Critical Role campaign 4* haha I hope this doesn't wake something in me...

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for: @ruler-of-oz

prompt: "It's... some type of journal or something." (For Liezel)

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Liezel tilts her head, watching the notebook that her older sister has in her hands. It's small and its cover is made of black leather, a design which is simple and practical. It also seems to be somewhat old.

"A journal...?" She opens it up. The handwriting isn't the easiest to understand, it is somewhat robust and fancy. But Liezel can still understand, and so can Ozma.

It is their mother's handwriting.

"Oh, shiz!! Ozma! I think this is from Mama..." She giggles, cleaning her throat. "It is the 14th hour on a Saturday and I find myself trying to read an Unionist essay that I have recently acquired. I am quite interested in the nature of the soul... blablablabla... Oh!!! Here!" She giggles. "But of course, it is simply impossible to find peace and quiet in my own room when she keeps walking around looking for some stupid dress, the clack of her heels as distracting as the toss of her golden hair." She throws herself on the bed, giggling more, since for a 10 year old, that is probably one of the most entertaining pieces she has ever found.

"This is so stupid! She's talking about Momsicle, you know!" She looks up at her sister. "Ozma, have you ever fallen in love?"

Not that she's that much older, but Liezel always assume people older than her are the ones who fall in love. She can't wait for when it's her turn, being a fan of books about romance ever since she was a little girl. But she doesn't think she's old enough. Every person that she sees kissing or holding hands with someone else is older than her.

Besides, she hasn't met anyone that made her heart warm up and skip and do all the things the books will tell her.

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Having Halloweeny thoughts and like. Liezel hearing voices ever since she was a little kid. Probably a bit scary for her moms because this is not quite the type of magic they're used to hearing about in Oz? And of course, it's a little spooky/creepy because their first thought is, of course, that their child is listening to dead people. And she does listen to these types of spirits as well, but most of the time, it's just the fae sajoçasjoçasas

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𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 (2015)

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

"It's  time  for  us  to  embrace  the  next  chapter  of  our  lives.  And  I  know  we're  ready."

"And  sometimes  in  the  middle  of  the  night  I  hear  stuff  from  that  room...  I'm  talking  about  like,  weird  sounds,  dude."

"I  wish  she  could've  been  here."

"They  still  haven't  caught  him?"

"Get  your  ass  up  here,  then."

"You'll  get  a  good  night's  sleep."

"I  just  feel  like  I  could  do  anything  right  now."

"Have  you  ever  felt  like  something  was  watching  you?"

"We  haven't  even  shown  anyone,  and  we're  not  gonna  show  people."

"I'm  not  messing  with  that  gang  stuff.  Snitches  get  stitches."

"Hey,  [Name],  want  some  tequila?"

"How  the  hell  did  you  do  that?"

"He  said  whatever  happened  to  him  is  happening  to  me."

"It  looks  like  a...  like  a  bite  or  something."

"I  think  she  heard  you,  so  shut  up,  don't  say  anything."

"She  covers  her  windows  so  nobody  sees  what  she's  doing."

"What  the  fuck  is  that?"

"Holy  shit!  That's  a  body."

"Maybe  that  bitch  is  a  bruja."

"Are  you  sure  we  can  be  here?"

"It  feels  like  something's  around  me;  like  something's  in  my  house."

"What  do  you  think  you  are?  Sherlock  Holmes?  What  the  fuck?"

"I  see  something.  I  just  saw  something."

"Why  is  there  newspaper  all  over  the  windows?"

"Go!  Run,  run,  run!"

"I  can't  believe  we're  actually  talking  to  this  thing."

"Are  you  sure  nobody's  gonna  catch  us  in  here?"

"If  my  abuelita  saw  this  shit...  you  know  how  superstitious  she  is."

"Whatever  the  hell  was  going  on  down  there;  I  wish  I  knew."

"Hey,  where'd  you  get  the  firecracker  from,  anyways?"

"I  wish  we  could  just  see  down  there."

"Look  at  me,  I'm  scared."

"Dude,  I  had  the  craziest  fucking  dream  last  night."

"You  don't  sleep,  you  don't  eat,  I  hear  you  get  up  at  night."

"Fuck  that,  I'm  not  going  back  in  there."

"You're  always  making  me  do  dumb  shit."

"My  God,  dude,  like,  I  can't  believe  you  actually  went  through  with  it!"

"I'm  not  eating  all  your  food,  I'm  eating  a  fucking  tortilla  right  now  'cause  you  didn't  have  chips  or  anything!"

"What  the  fuck  are  you  guys  doing?"

"It's  supposed  to  be  like  a  doorway,  like  a  portal  to  the  spirit  world."

"It's...  some  type  of  journal  or  something."

"She  was  painting  with...  well,  I  don't  know  if  it  was  blood  but—"

"It  looked  like  a  ritual  or  something."

"What  happened  to  the  lights?  I  can't  see  anything."

"What  is  that?  Is  that  blood?"

"I  thought  I  just  saw  something."

"No,  it  says  'destinos  profanos'....  like,  you  could  only  go  to  unholy  places  through  this  door."

"That's  like  the  nicest  thing  you've  ever  said."

"What  the  hell  is  happening  to  me?"

"These  people  are  dangerous.  They  kill  people."

"I  think  that  shit  just  moved."

"This  is  a  time  of  new  beginnings,  a  time  of  transformation,  change."

"Did  you  not  fucking  hear  me?"

"We  don't  even  know  what  the  fuck  we're  doing."

"And  a  lot  of  times  I  feel  like  I'm  losing  time.  I  can't...  I  don't  know  what  I'm  doing."

"They'll  perform  a  final  ritual,  and  then  he'll  go  back  to  normal.  But  he  won't...  he  won't  be  himself  anymore."

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Using the tag { movie } here so mute that if you'd like to avoid spoilers!

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this bitch is enjoying the foreplay 😭🙏🙏

IM DEAD ASS GIGGLING OVER THE FAT GRIN ON HER FACE HERE.

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"No. I mean, well...I am a few years old, Mo- my employer, tells me I have reached mental maturity." A slight pause, for the first time the slightly bit of bitterness, a betrayal in his own words, showing in his tone, "....She says I'm just dumb."

He shook his head again, trying to rattle around those seeds. It wasn't true, he just...sometimes didn't have enough seeds in his brain.

But yet, he was stalling. Knowing he couldn't get out of the question of his parent, but still attempting to think how to explain it without giving himself away.

"No, my father, he created me. Built me." He explained, lifting up a wooden hand to show, "He's good at woodcarving. He doesn't...he looks like you. Meat!" He chirped the last part, so excited explaining his dear parent he forgot for a second the danger of the situation.

Another shift, the Scarecrow creature moving the pumpkin from one hand to the next, clearly in thought he was trying to hide.

Larena. Thar was a pretty name. Hadn't he heard it before...? He was near certain he had, among many cursed words by Mombie. She...didn't she have some type of power here? Hmm...

"My name is Jack Pumpkinhead." He finally said, deciding there was no issue in revealing his own name, "Well met, Ms Larena. You seem...kind."

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That "employer" of his surely doesn't sound like someone too nice and Larena feels immediately suspicious of it. The more she talks with the creature, the more she is sure that his employer is the new very unpleasant person that has moved to the Uplands recently.

"Well... I don't think you're dumb." Maybe just naive which may be why she associated him with being younger and perhaps the creature has the so-called "mental maturity", but 20 year olds are still basically kids to Larena at her age. The Goddess knows Galinda is.

When the creature starts talking about how they came to be, she listens, fascinated. She had heard about creatures like that. How they used to roam around Oz often during the Golden Age of Magic, during the reign of the Third Ozma. But as time passed, they disappeared along with most of the magic.

"Your father..." She nods. "He must be very powerful. Not a lot of people can create life like this nowadays, from what I've heard."

Especially if he's made of "meat" as the creature — Jack Pumpkinhead — has stated.

Larena certainly finds herself intrigued now.

"It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Pumpkinhead." She nods, approaching him a little more and offering a hand for the creature to shake. "Thank you. So are you... And very polite, I can see."

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Happy bisexual visibility day for the ones that are flying free like Elphaba!! 🩷💜💙

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hi, my name is Lumi and I am so normal about Wicked/Wizard of Oz characters, come write with me...

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Honestly wasn't sure if I should post this here or in Glinda but since this blog is more general I think world building stuff should come here so!

With how Nature-focused Elphie's magic is in the movie and how Druid crazy I am, I came to the conclusion it makes so much sense within the canon of Wicked for magic to come from Nature. Which, for me as a pagan, is also delicious of course. And it just mixes perfectly with book canon too?

Lurline is a Nature Goddess, talking Animals are a direct result of her magic, this is literally book canon. Meanwhile, we have Tiktokenism which has a lot more to do with the progress of technology and it's not so related with Nature. Unionism is its own thing but I will ignore it a little to make my point.

Elphaba is green. We all know that, but like what if she's green because she is so connected to Nature? I'm still trying to figure out how I will connect that to the whole "she's so powerful because she's a daughter of both worlds" and the green elixir, but it makes perfect sense to me. I spoke about making my Glinda have fairy-blood but I'm thinking I will make both of them have that. It would also explain why they're both the most powerful Witches in Oz. Besides, Nessa can read the Grimmerie, she was just pronouncing it wrong but she could read. She has magic in her blood as well which makes me think it doesn't come from the Wizard alone, but from Melena as well.

I also have the hc that as a child, Galinda used to be able to do more magic, she could communicate via telepathy with her Granny. And she grew up in a rural area, close to the Gillikin forest. She had a lot more contact with Nature as a child than as an adult and as she started losing that connection, that's how her magic became dormant.

It's also why she can't use magic anymore as Glinda the Good. I think it's very interesting that while in the book we unfortunately have Glinda converting to Unionism, I feel like movie Glinda (which mine is mostly based of) in a way, is converting to Tiktokenism, because everything is mechanical, artificial. As a matter of fact, her costumes are all made of artificial things in the second movie, while Elphie's are based off of natural things. So, as Elphaba gets closer to Nature, she gets more powerful and as Glinda gets farther from it, she locks her Magic within herself more and more.

It just makes perfect sense in my head saçjosaçjoas I just need to figure out how to connect the "she's green because she's connected with Nature" with "she's green bc of the green elixir" BUT WE'LL GET THERE!!

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for: @odditiesofoz

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Most of the days, Elphaba's routine consists in three things: keeping watch, gathering information and studying the Grimmerie, with the third one taking up most of her time. It's good, it keeps her sharp mind occupied and an occupied mind doesn't really travel to places where it shouldn't be. An occupied mind doesn't worry about their sister, doesn't think about what terrible fate has met their favorite teacher.

Doesn't crave for the girl it left behind.

No. An occupied mind stays sharp. It researches, it needs to be constantly fed so it doesn't get bored. It likes being challenged. And the more strange and difficult the challenge, the more it is fed.

Thus, Elphaba decides to investigate the portal that she read about in the Grimmerie itself. There's an entire session about portals that lead to other worlds... Multiverses. Whoever was the author responsible for writing this book seems to have been well versed in such travels.

(Elphaba wonders who that might have been but the author's name has, unfortunately, been lost. But the magic in it seems impossible and it leaves the woman wondering if Lurline herself wrote it. It's a silly thought, something Galinda would probably say, tell her some strange Lurlinic myth about the Grimmerie that her Grandsicle used to tell her as a chi--)

(No. An occupied mind stays focused).

Either way, after a couple of days taking notes about the portals that the Grimmerie speaks about, she decides to investigate the one in the Gillikin forest, where her hideout is. It's not so close that it would affect her so-called home somehow, but it's also not so far that it is risky.

She knows the forest well enough at this point. Where to find fruit good enough to eat, and which ones are poisonous. Which trees are actually Trees and how to have a pleasant conversation with them. They don't respond, really. Not with words. But if she stays quiet enough, she can hear how they communicate. Which animals live around her and how their patterns will tell her about the weather. Yes, Elphaba has blended herself so well with the forest one might as well think she is a part of it.

(And maybe she is. Truth be told, she's felt more at home here than she ever did anywhere else. Were it not for how incredibly lonely and angry she was, she could easily make a life there.)

The portal is supposed to be inside of a tree. The Grimmerie says she would know which one because the air around her would shift and the forest itself would feel different. As if she's somewhere familiar but at the same time, completely strange. And she doesn't really believe that at first, but then--

How strange. Elphaba knows this forest. She is a part of it now, but it suddenly doesn't feel like it anymore. There's strange bushes she's never seen before, bird sounds, flowers...

As she tries to get used to the sensation that makes her a little bit dizzy, she notices someone else, a couple of steps away from her. Immediately, she's on guard, grabbing onto her purse that contains the Grimmerie inside — she never leaves home without it — and is no longer in a relaxed stance, taking on a more alert posture. She will run if that other person... A woman? Says anything. But she's willing to fight as well. However, upon further inspection... The other woman doesn't seem to be human. A tiktok creature? Like Grommetik? She wonders. But this one doesn't seen made of metal, no.

Elphaba still stays quiet, one hand inside her purse just in case she needs to fetch the book as quickly as possible and cast a spell. But ugh, it's been so long since she's had a conversation with someone who could actually talk back...

[stormbreakers]

The Witcher | 1.05 - “Bottled Appetites”