#wiz dreams

[wizardpostingworld]

ALRIGHT I HAD A DREAM THAT WAS WEIRD AND CR RELATED, SO BUCKLE DOWN AND LETS GOOOOO (I forgot to post this for like two weeks guys it’s okay)

throwing it under the cut bc it might get long and I have like 4 drawings so WAHOO

Alright. So. The very start of the dream, I get an email that there’s another C3 Liveshow! (Not weird to understand how that got in my dreams, my c3 Liveshow poster is right next to my bed 💀) Im stoked asf, and it’s p close to me, so I ofc grab some tickets. Then, like two weeks before the show, it’s revealed that they’re choosing a single critter who bought tickets to be a guest star! Critroleblr starts freaking out and I’m like “lol no way imagine” and then I open my email and boom. This is an accurate representation of the email I get recruiting me to be a guest star.

So yeah I was like “let’s go I guess?” And I blinked and then I, Mr. Wizardpostingworld, ceased to exist, and I got FULLY replaced with the character I apparently created. I did a doodle of him because lowkey? Brain me cooked.

I (as Darcy) got transported into the world, and found out that if I, as a Vanguard agent, died in game, I would die in real life. This didn’t apply just to the cast - just me! As Darcy, I was a diehard ludinus stan. No clue why, all I remember is that I was one of his little minions who got sent to go try and cause problems for the Hells. We had some pvp combat in a strange, dusty dome with a grid floor that looking back totally looked like a battle map which is cool of my brain tbh

This did not go well. I lowkey got my ass beat and then Imogen dropped the bomb that secretly ludinus was planning to kill me himself and Darcy had a bit of a crashout to which the hells (specifically orym) were like “ok let’s just take this guy with us” and they did!

Darcy was very quickly renamed “Mr. D Man” by Chet, Orym, Laudna, and Dorian. He hated it. He was still trying to do the whole stoic evil villain thing despite speed running a domestication/redemption arc with the hells as they try to go get some weird cursed object.

eventually everyone was like “yo Darcy didn’t you say that’s a mask? Doesn’t look like one” and there was a hold up moment where Darcy actually straight up hit an enter character editor and turned into a human with a mask! Chat was not pleased and called him a Walmart Percy de Rolo and started a “we hate Darcy club” which I thought was comical. Peak cinema.

Darcy did get flirted with by Braius, attacked multiple times by Ash, and physically and metaphorically pushed around by Fearne. It was absolutely amazing and SUCH a strange dream! Hardly made an ounce of sense, but it was fun XD

I woke up confused out of my mind after that, but if you got this far, thanks for reading my yap <3 I fear Mr d man will appear in some of my cr fanworks. Beware.

[catenary-chad]

The whole intent and dialogue around that statue in Times Square that pisses people off for being so radically average (Grounded in Stars) is so relevant to how I see Electra. Electric trains are just so invisible and never given serious media attention in the Anglosphere for how much they quietly keep society running and are genuinely superhero-tier stat-wise compared to any other trains (the environmental angle woefully undersells them they are OP in general).

Anyways, the more people go out of their way to make Electra anything but a regular electric train (which are SO rare in English-language fictional media) to villainize them, the more I make Electra a radically average fat middle aged commuter train with realistic “stuck in the 70s-80s” aesthetics. Because it makes you question everything and long for revisionist Train Wicked, because media misrepresenting and erasing electric trains for so long is such a silent but influential problem in the Anglosphere and has FASCINATING implications. The fact that people bend over backwards to praise steam engines for less than mediocrity but scream at electric trains for anything less than perfection (and ignore them otherwise) is telling and could be made so meaningful.

Anyways, flounce on New Jersey Transit Electra. Her hair is made of those coiled wires like on telephones. I may spin her into an OC because NJT is all electro-diesel bimodal engines and she really does feel like a midpoint between Electra and Greaseball lol

[seaside01]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

WHATTTTTT

I'M A BIG PROJECT YBTFC FAN BUT LIKE THIS IS CRAZY

Okay so for context

I had a dream that project ybtfc/Wiz somehow got my discord account and snuck into my DMs and said "I know you watch my videos, Ocean"

And I sent that to the hitscord dream journal

and that was the only place I sent it

And, at the time, I wasn't in tallyball's server or project's (I'm still not in her server 😭)

And about 8 or 9 hours ago Wiz did that community post but I didn't see it until a few hours after

So somebody from hitscord, who was also in project ybtfc's or tal's server (most likely project's bc I went searching through tal's) sent my dream

which resulted in Wiz making that post

So if anyone who watches Wiz and saw that and was confused, that was directed toward me because of that dream I had jeagdjnaidnkaha

TY WIZ!! A DREAM COME TRUE!! ^_^

Okay I'm done ranting now ^_^

[tha-wrecka-stow]

[nashmusicguide]

TPAC announces 45th Anniversary Broadway season featuring six Nashville premieres and two-week engagements of HAMILTON and Disney’s BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

A storybook season awaits as the nonprofit Tennessee Performing Arts Center® announces its 2025-26 HCA Healthcare/TriStar Health Broadway at TPAC season, presented in partnership with Nissan and Farm Bureau Health Plans, as part of its 45th Anniversary. The upcoming season features six Nashville premieres, plus the return of a classic fairy tale and the revolutionary re-telling of American…

[meursaulty]

ok update to keychain post i really did not think they would be this popular (THANK YOU for feeding my delusions i can only hope i fuel yours as well)

there are now 3 listings total:

malorn

mellori chain (one two left as i write this, not planning on restocking unfortunately see tags)

single mellori

i might actually close preorders a few days early (like friday or something) so it doesn't get too overwhelming on my end but i will let everyone know 😭

[kevinbriansatterwhite]

Sometimes I get so angry - I could just wake up in - The Wiz and not be afraid. Where the streets were once cursed with pain, suffering, and perversion. I believe it’s a nice place now. Thank goodness. I used to be terrified of this movie. All I’d need is a broom. I’d clean the whole place up. I love fear so much because of this film and - faith too.

[eeper-jeeper]

I have so many thoughts on Novus so spoilers below !

The fact Dasein and the Wizard are like two sides of the same coin but like people pleasing eventually leads Dasein to spiral (pun intended) I am just trying to think about what the Wizard said to him as he slowly grew more frustrated like I don't remember exact dialogue but like in the sense the wizard also does the same thing they try to help everyone and they have taken on so much trauma because of it and here they are watching their friend be torn apart but barely keep it together what was the wizard feeling during all this? I like to think the wizard doesn't even really know why they do the things they do anymore helping everyone is autopilot to them there is no other way for them at this point they've been on a world saving mission since they were like 15 this way has been their only way but its had devastating consequences before (Arc 2 and 3) but what choice did they have besides to keep doing what they've always done? I imagine they don't have an answer for Dasein because they don't even know for themselves

which on another note I am excited for Wallaru because if the wizard reaches him will they have an answer for him what is the point of being good if nobody else is?

[starrahcoolership]

we all have it on tape and vcr#######

avalos mom don't fuck with us...if you forbade her!!+!!!!!! I wanted his stuff koll and stomach.

[catenary-chad]

can’t stop thinking about how my dream Stex movie would just be the train equivalent of Wicked but with Electra. And just a full-length version of the subway scene from the Wiz but with train-related infrastructure problems. Complete with the ridiculously 70s-80s aesthetics and fantasy New York setting. “Oh no the line is delayed due to a breakdown” *shot of a train fighting a sagging catenary like a snake*

the surrealism is ideal for problems that invisible and “boring” and honestly as timeless as it gets for kids media. kids love brightly colored absurdity and sure can be sold on toilets and mines right now, why not train infrastructure?

[shishkili]

I love drawing triangles

I love drawing sierpinsky wait how do you spell that again Sierpinski triangles so that they cover the whole notebook page. I get hypnotised by the fractal pattern and I cant tell if its the only thing thats keeping me alive awake during classes or one of many things that make me almost fall asleep during college lectures (engineering student moment).

I cant make myself draw anything else or practice drawing consistently. Hell I havent even been drawing the triangles that much recently.

^^ stupid idiot who wants to make a webcomic during their lifetime

[paulgadzikowski]

Fun fact: Michael Jackson was the Scarecrow in the original cast of The Wiz.

I was watching the new Wicked movie and Snoop Dogg was featured in it as Elphaba’s friend and Michael Jackson began to play when he was introduced.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

*causally insert wet dreams of vampire!Jay and Neil to Odie and Archie* >:3 *feel free to write it out, if you want*

(too impatient for Sinday 😅)

((Hmmmm, I could try to write something for you. Just a moment anon dear.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Of course both Odie and Archie were taking a nap in separate rooms after today's mission. Though, they were both flushed red due to the interesting dream they had.

~~~Archie's dream~~~

"St..stay back! W..what happened to you!?" he saw Jay smiling at him but he was being more flirty but has him trapped near the door looking down at him.

"Ohh come on, don't worry. You look so precious under me like this. So cute...so delicious." he chuckled that Archie tries to bonk his head only to tense feeling him hold his wrists against the wall.

"H..Hey! Let me go-" he feels Jay lean to kiss him on the kiss that his eyes widen. He feels Jay making out with him and grinding against him before the kiss got broken. He panted leaning his head back but feels Jay move to his neck kissing there. He could feel his heated breath there only to latch onto his neck leaving a hickie but Archie felt something poke his neck that he shudders.

"W...w...wait..p..please w..wa...wait..." he begs but Jay only murrs wanting to tease him more.

~~~~~Odie's dream~~~~~

Odie was shaking trying to feel his body shaking. Though, it was due to him already bucking against him feeling his legs shaking. Why was Neil behaving this way!? He gasped feeling something sharp only to try pushing him back.

"Hey, watch w..where you.." he even shudders feeling his fangs that he scratches his neck drawing some of his blood. He shook feeling weak but he was pulling back showing some blood on his lip. He leans in to kiss him deeply while squeezing his hips while they make out.

When the kiss breaks, he sees Odie moaning only to him leaning in closer kissing more of his neck. Both Neil and Jay smiled showing their eyes glowing but as they lean in about to sink their fangs into their necks....

~~~~~~~

"!?" Both Odie and Archie snaps awake to gasp, blushing heavily to cover their faces. What a dream.

[shining-scion]

Writing a little thing for my. Thing. My wizard is a thing now. Idk I miss just aimlessly typing things tbh.

[wroetolando]

𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 | 𝙲𝙻𝟷𝟼

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where charles wins the race after losing both Jules and his father, and the reader reminds him that even though him and Jules weren’t blood, he carries so much of them in him

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: see you again - wiz khalifa ft. charlie puth

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: mention of the dead?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The roar of the crowd was thunderous. Thousands of voices merged into one, a deafening cacophony of cheers, chants, and raw emotion as Charles Leclerc crossed the checkered flag in first place.

He had done it.

He had won the Monaco Grand Prix.

His home race.

His dream.

And yet, as he gasped raggedly into his radio, the magnitude of what had just happened began to seep deep into his bones.

His engineer's voice broke over the radio, full of raw emotion.

"P1, Charles! P1! You did it, mate! This one's yours!"

There was no reply on his side. For a moment, Charles couldn't speak. His hands trembled slightly over the steering wheel, his eyes blurring—not with sweat, not with exhaustion, but with something much more weighty pressing down on his chest.

This was what he had ever dreamed of as far back as he could remember. To triumph here, in the roads where he had grown up, where his passion for racing had first been ignited.

But he hadn't expected it to hurt this much.

For this victory, as glorious as it was, was bittersweet with the absolute anguish of loss.

Jules should be here.

His father should be here.

And they weren't.

Charles took in air, his eyes wide with a frantic blink as he at last found his voice. "Merci," he croaked, his voice raspy, hardly more than a whisper. "Merci à tous."

Thank you.

The in-lap was longer than usual, every turn a reminder of the boyhood dreams he had once shared with his father, of the lessons Jules had taught him when he was still a boy looking up to his idol.

The second he got out and parked in parc fermé, reality hit home more forcefully.

He ripped off his helmet with shaking hands, the full impact of all that slamming onto him simultaneously. They were screaming his name, the Ferrari mechanics jumping, the champagne squirting as they slapped palms. The media was shoving, raising their cameras and microphones against him.

But Charles wasn't able to even take it in.

For the brief moment that transpired, he looked around to see you.

You were already moving towards him, weaving through the sea of red uniforms and camera flashes as if they weren't even present.

And when he turned, when your eyes met his, you ran.

The world around you both began to blur as you wrapped your arms around him, holding the back of his fireproofs so tightly it was as if you were attempting to hold him together.

And maybe, in that moment, you were.

Charles didn't hesitate. His arms wrapped around you just as tightly, his fingers digging into your back as he buried his face on your shoulder, exhaling unsteadily.

"I—" His voice cracked.

"I know," you breathed before he could say another word. "I know, Charles."

You didn't have to say anything more.

For a moment, he just held you, allowing the world's madness wash away into nothing.

The cameras, the reporters, the entire crowd—none of that mattered.

Only you. Only now.

When he finally pulled back, just far enough to gaze at you, your fingers framed his face gently, thumbs tracing over the wet trails on his cheeks. He hadn't even realized he was crying.

But you had.

And you, better than anyone, understood why.

Your own voice shaking as you continued to speak, eyes never leaving his.

"I know he wasn't your blood," you breathed, voice trembling. "But I see so much of Jules in you."

Charles took a hard breath, his grip on you tightening involuntarily.

"And your father," you continued, as if you needed him to understand it, to realize it. "They're both here, Charles. In the way you drive, in the way you fight for this, in the way you never give up."

A single tear slipped through, but you caught it with your thumb before it could fall any farther.

"I know you feel they would be here," you whispered. "But they are."

Charles blinked hard, taking a trembling breath. When he opened his eyes again, they shone, but now firmer. Stronger.

Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much the ache of their absence would always be there, you were right.

They were here.

In his victory.

In his passion.

In every single lap he drove.

And as he stood there, holding on to you like an anchor, he knew something else.

This victory?

It wasn't his alone.

It was for them.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

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