[ 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ? ]

[tinzman]

TINZMAN: TENDER, gentle, awful sentimental. an independent, canon-divergent portrayal of [ 𝗕𝗢𝗤 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗡 ] the tin man, mixed canon && primarily WICKED ( 2024 / 2025 ) based. studying: yearning, devotion, && the losing of one's humanity. low activity. 21+. written by frank ( he/him, twenty7. ) information below.

1. pinterest. 2. playlist. 3. prompts.

rules are super simple:

i work full time && do have other blogs, so i'm low activity.

my portrayal is mostly wicked based, but i do take other elements from mixed canons ( primarily in regards to after boq's transformation.) i'm also canon divergent && have never read the wicked novel nor seen the original broadway production ( i'm a fake fan don't come for me :') )

i do think this goes without saying but this blog is not spoiler-free.

there may be triggering content present, probably not much but you never know. things will be tagged accordingly ( "trigger //" ) additionally there MAY be nsfw tho likely not much, again it will be tagged.

lastly, i'm frank (he/him, 27.) discord available upon request.

stats tba.

[tinzman]

He would make so much noise accidentally bumping into things

[tinzman]

Tincrow and tinrose really mean the world to me im ngl

[tinzman]

Im screaming over that deleted scene btw

[tinzman]

I do add in the savagery of the tin woodman in the original novel just smoking people with that axe

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[tinzman]

Mom got me wicked socks and the wfg glinda Stanley cup :)

[tinzman]

Merry Christmas (if you celebrate) from me and the pup! Hope you all have a fantastic day!

[tinzman]

Yall remember how in the og wizard of oz when Dorothy sleeps the scarecrow just goes and stands in the corner until she wakes up

[tinzman]

🪓❤️

[tinzman]

I love tinboq so much it makes me feel ill

[princetigelaar]

@tinzman is under the mistletoe ( 🌿🍒 )

" my, what do we have here? " lurline's leaf, ozmatoe, the unnamed god's foot. it is a plant of many names across all of oz, but its design is ultimately universal. the fact that it is seemingly growing in a steady bloom from the brim of his hat is, of course, neither here nor there. there is an impish curl amidst ever-creasing burlap, gently teasing and oddly fond: echoes of old memories, and the easy potential to make new ones. only if his companion wants to, of course. " what do you say, tin? any traditions spring forth? "

[tinzman]

the ozmatoe is a nice touch: boq eyes it with a poorly stifled smirk, his head turning away so that the straw man won't see him fall victim to his charms. he will say this is one of the few times he's glad he's no longer flesh― as surely he would be flushed quite red at the suggestion. ❛ i can think of one ... ❜ he says with as much confidence as he can muster.

[bitmorerouge]

Nessarose  hadn't  intended  to  be  seen  ,  she  wasn't  even  entirely  sure  why  she  had  come  to  begin  with.  The  governor  knew  she  should  have  stayed  home,  heed  the  warning  and  laid  low  for  longer  than  she  had,  and  to  avoid  the  man  of  tin  who  had  taken  part  in  the  "  killing  "  of  her  sister  .  .  .  Her  sister's  death  was  still  fresh  in  the  mind  of  many  and  the  people  who  knew  of  her  survival  were  understandably  weary  of  her.  Her  eyes  had  watered  watching  him  in  silence  When  the  ma  in  front  of  her  called  her  Nessa  she  felt  an  all  too  familiar  twist  of  her  stomach,  he  hadn't  called  her  that  in  ...  she  didn't  want  to  think  about  how  long. 

“I  took  a  service  path.  The  guards  change  several  times  a  day  —  very  poorly,”  she  adds,  her  eyes  lifting  up  to  meet  his  and  for  a  moment  she  hesitated  “They  think  I  am  still  in  my  study  working  on  a  statement  to  the  people."  She  had  finished  the  draft  many  hours  ago  ,  sent  it  off  to  be  checked  over.  It  was  to  be  her  first  public  appearance  to  address  the  people.  When  recovered  she  had  redacted  the  “Animal  Anti-Motility  Law"  and  the  law  prohibiting  Munchkins  to  travel.  Her  eyes  studied  Boq  ,  keeping  her  distance  but  softening  the  longer  she  looked  at  him.  There  was  no  fear  for  a  moment  just  a  soft  gaze  as  she  truly  took  him  in  his  current  state. 

Her  gaze  lingered  on  him  earnest,  searching.  “I  needed  to  know  if  it  was  true.  That  you  were  here.  That  you  were…  alone.”  A  pause.  Her  voice  softens.  “I  couldn’t  send  anyone.  Letters  get  read.  Footmen  talk.  And  this—”  she  gestures  vaguely  between  them,  the  forest,  the  truth  of  what  he’s  become,  “—didn’t  feel  like  something  that  should  be  overheard.”

[tinzman]

the man of tin stands perfectly still. his chest does not rise, for he takes in no breath: the only sign of life being the slight flickering of his eyes from nessarose to the surrounding wood, then back to her once more. but that can't be right ... when he'd seen the silver shoes upon dorothy's feet, he was quite certain that could only mean one thing. yet, sure as he is heartless, she appears very much alive.

boq isn't sure if it's relief that he feels, [ but something very close. ] confirmation of bad news eases the tension of the unknown― it's one less question to occupy his mind. though this is both a good && bad thing, as he has much more time on his hands as of late ( hours no longer wasted on sleeping. ) he's thought often of her: of them all, really. however, he finds the memories don't sting as much as he thought they would.

❛ ...―― you shouldn't be out here by yourself, it's not safe. ❜ it's spoken tensely, dismissive, if not slightly frustrated, his axe quickly embedded in the body of a felled tree. ❛ go home, nessa. ❜

[tinzman]

same damn time plays as i look at fiyecrow and tinboq

[tinzman]

Yknow I think boq is mostly worried about people seeing him as a monster. Theres a lot of weird stuff in Oz, but pretty sure hes the only tin man.

[tinzman]

he's found he doesn't mind being alone so much: at least there isn't anyone around to stare at him, to point && question what exactly he is. && for the most part he's been left to himself― save for the occasional traveler upon the yellow brick road, or the curious sparrow which perches upon a branch, watching him work. TREES ARE FELLED, the woodsman dragging them through the forest to process them, turn them into workable lumber.

it's his family's trade, after all. of course, boq never had much interest in it. he'd run off to shiz once the time came― hoping for a brighter future, a better life ... it's funny how one returns to their roots when things go astray, && he's doesn't mind it all that much ! at least he never gets tired, never is sore. the trees aren't as heavy as they once were, he develops no callouses on his hands from the axe he wields. && just as he raises it to begin processing the most recent log, he hears a loud SNAP― head whipped around to look for the source, && freezing when he finds it. @bitmorerouge.

❛ nessa―― ❜ he finds himself taken aback, speaking her name with disbelief. what is she doing all the way out here ?? && alone, at that. surely she didn't wheel herself all this way ... did she ? ❛ ... what―― what are you doing here ?? ❜

[tinzman]

there we go smth kinda simple