#oz imagine

[prose-for-hire]

i have a scenario one… spike or oz goes to the bronze and the bartender is late for their shift so they just throw one of the servers (who is kinda awkward) in the pit to try and help but they have no idea what they are doing they only know how to crack open a beer and people keep asking for cocktails and (spike or oz) chat and try to help them through it or at least make them feel better

A/n: I chose Oz! Hope that’s okay, love! Thanks for this one I really enjoyed it !! Warning for a swear word at the end couldn’t resist lol 💖

It was two for one cocktail night. And the bartender who insisted that the Bronze introduced cocktail night was doing his usual disappearing act.

He hadn’t shown up for his shift, he was more than two hours late. You had muttered that he had better be dead or he has no valid excuses left to use.

You knew it wasn’t really very nice to joke about that sort of thing especially in Sunnydale but you were about 99% sure he was a vampire anyway. You never saw him in daylight.

Either way, the manager had all but grabbed you round the collar and threw you at the bar. You didn’t know the first thing about making drinks and it looked like it might not be something you could learn in a night.

To make matters more embarrassing the guy you had feelings for was sat at the bar when you walked up. Oz.

You had met him at a few gigs and he was a regular at the Bronze but he wasn’t much of a talker so you tended to fill the silence with a running commentary that just turned to babble. You got on well though, you had plenty of shared interests.

Now he was watching you frown at the liquor that confronted you as a bunch of young people jostled behind the bar and shouted hundreds of orders at you.

You greeted him when you noticed him looking and beamed at him when he ordered a beer. A beer, you could do. But when it came to the cocktails? This was going to be a mess.

You had a book to refer to and you tried to set to work. You just about got away with the first couple of orders. You convinced someone to help you behind the bar who was just as clueless as you but could help tackle the demanding customers.

When things settled down a bit, you even had the chance to chat to Oz a little.

“Cranberry”

“You ordered a beer! They don’t do cranberry beer… do they?” He smiled softly at your panicked question, shaking his head slightly.

“You’re missing cranberry in there” he pointed at the glass you had spent ten minutes remaking when you shook the contents onto the floor.

“Oh, right! Yeah, I… I knew that”

The girl came up and shouted in your face just as you added cranberry to her drink. She took one sip and screamed until the whole place went still and stared in your direction. She clearly wasn’t a fan of your attempt.

After she stormed away, you were already attempting another cocktail unsure whether to say anything to the guy at the end of the bar about what had just happened. You didn’t want to make an awkward situation more awkward.

“Tough crowd tonight” Oz offered before you could think of a suitable thing to say, you smiled in relief and he nodded. He took a sip of his beer as he watched you.

After a while you got into a rhythm. Oz spent a lot of time in bars, it came with the territory of being in a band. He listed off the ingredients and you hurriedly tried to combine them with minimal spillages.

You noticed he had finished his beer a while ago and didn’t order another. He was sitting there just to spend time with you.

He made you laugh, telling you about the worst experiences he had at gigs around the state and made comments to make you feel better about the cocktails.

He spoke a lot more than usual, perhaps it was the beer or to make you feel better or maybe it was also that he had decided he would finally ask you out.

Eventually the bartender arrived and you were too happy to get out from behind the bar to listen to his anger about the mess you had made with broken glass and half made cocktails.

You ducked under the bar and stood beside Oz, theatrically wiping your brow which made that cute half-smile of his appear on his face. It was rare but you loved it when he smiled that way.

“Wanna get a drink?”

“Anything but a fucking cocktail” you laughed, nodding enthusiastically.

He smiled at you, a dreamy look on his face as he did. You were the one. He had never been more sure.

[chaoticace2005]

Alastor: Susan.

Susan: Hello Alastor. You’re looking grey and sickly.

Alastor: So nice of you to greet us, I thought surely you’d still be crushed under that house in Munchkinland.

[its-wabby-stuff]

Mikey Goes To Oz

<Time spent: 49 hours 17 minutes>

When Mikey takes some time away from a loud family squabble he accidentally ends up getting “flushed” down the sewers. This winds up sending him to the colorful land of Oz where he meets a good witch, a wicked witch, a brainless scarecrow, a heartless Tinman, a cowardess lion, and a powerful wizard, all disguised behind very familiar faces.

A canon adjacent spin off set before the season one finale but after they discover Splinter is Lou Jitsu

I wanted to fit each of the boys into their “you’ve had this all along” category. Leo isn’t brainless, in fact he’s pretty clever with a street smart, people reading ability on par with Donnie’s intelligence. Donnie isn’t heartless, he just has a tough time expressing his feelings. They are complex and unalgorithic but he can get just as excited or sad or angry as anyone, as much as he may deny it. Raph isn’t a coward, but being brave sometimes means admitting you’re scared and that you maybe don’t have all the answers. You dont have to be strong all the time and you don’t have to do it by yourself.

In the movie Dorothy’s journey home is also a representation of her running away. The important thing was to remember there were people who cared about her. Mikey is experiencing a similar phenomenon, wanting the escape the bad vibes in the lair. His “you’ve had it all along” is interesting because it is an object, since the Ruby kneepads could’ve taken him home the whole time. And sometimes getting home means going on a journey only to realize you never left.

I put April as Glinda because Glinda appears as a defender of the weak, and I see April in a similar light. Always willing to help and beat someone up if it is so required. Splinter as The Wizard of Oz represents Splinters own willingness to hide behind different personas, his running from the past and the pulling back of the curtain for Mikey in timeline. The Wizard grows through the movie, albeit quickly, and ends up leaving Oz to go home leaving his legacy with the scarecrow, the Tinman, and the lion. In this case the passing of the baton to his sons.

Meanwhile Draxum as the wicked witch felt much more how Mikey sees Draxum at this time in the show, mostly just an antagonistic force who wants something from them. Fun fact: I imagine throughout this dream, Draxum is uninterested in being the wicked witch but is pressed into it via plot. Hence his disinterest in being “melted.”

Additional characters not pictured: Big Mama as the Wicked Witch of the East (those were her Ruby kneepads!!) and Todd as the Mayor of Munchkin Land. If you can think of more, feel free to leave them in the comments or tags.

[doumidas-whumps]

don't pass out on barbed wire, IDIOT!

consider this a companion piece to that

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[ozziethegreat]

TW : Eyestrain, choking

I was thinking about this in school .. silly stuff :3

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

With Agatha All Along and The Penguin premiering next week (and just one day from each other) I thought it would be amusing to see if both shows followed the marketing approach of the other.

[socialiseisnotinmyname]

Sentitwin Week Day-1

"Do you remember when they used to have so much fun pretending to be eachother?"

(Note: I may accidentally post the post(s) a day earlier due to my timezone)

this was a pain to finish man... but Look At THEM HA AHA MY BOYS BABY BOYS MAWH×20 They are sooo CUTE I love the results haha❤

It's felix and adrien: right to left :)

(or you already figured that out)

(Tumblr is gonna butcher my drawings isn't it, please zoom in to see the details better :,))

[tabooiart]

Be off and be on your way! Bring me the broomstick of the Witch of the West These are your orders, now obey!

^ bonus flats cuz theyre cute

[emma-d-klutz]

You know that btas episode where Dr. Strange sells Batman's secret identity, and when he (among others) hears that it's Bruce Wayne, Two-Face was like, "I have known Bruce since before we were potty trained. That guy is not the Batman," and starts beating Strange up for trying to scam him? I know Bruce must have been totally relieved at that point, but do you think he was also offended? I would be. If I were Bruce, I'd be sitting around later the next day thinking, "Ok but what did I do when we were kids that makes it so unbelievable that I'm the Batman?"

[nightingale2004]

FANS OF DESCENDENTS, ONCE UPON A TIME, EAH, DISNEY AND THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL!

I summon all of you to bring forward something to your attention

We all know these fandoms and know that they have one thing in common. The heroes and villains and, of course, their children.

Now I love all these fandoms as much as the fans.

But imagine what the creators and authors of these worlds would create if they put their heads together and collaborated these worlds together in a way.

Allow me to explain further

There is the school of the royals, where all the heroes and royalty go to follow in their ancestors' footsteps located on an island similar to Auradon. Then there is the school of the rebels, where all the villains and sidekicks go located on an island similar to the isle of the lost. Wonderland Academy, where all Underland children go, and lastly, Oz Academy, where the children of the land of Oz go.

These three schools, of course, have a principle who runs the school, but they have to answer the Grimm family. And I don't mean the brothers Grimm, I mean their Descendents who (like the brothers Grimm) are the ones really running things

Imagine a gang that runs the rebel school, who is the daughter of Maleficent, a princess of the moors, dark fey, one of the most powerful students to ever attend the rebel school. Yhe son of Hades and Persephone. The daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow and the Son of Captain Hook, both children of famous pirates. The daughter of The Evil Queen, a sorceress of dark magic next to Morgana le Fay and her son (who is also a part of the group). The son of the Big badwolf. And the son of Scar, prince of the Outlands

The group who of the royal school is the son of King Arthur Pendragon (obviously) and Prince of Camelot. The son of Simba, prince of the Pridelands, and commander of the Lion guard. The daughter of Beauty and the Beast. The son of Prince Charming. The daughter of Mulan. The daughter of Elsa. The son of Hercules and Megara. And of course, the daughter of sleeping beauty.

Of course, the crew of Wolnderland Academy is the Queen or Hearts' daughter with her cousin, the White princess who is the daughter of the White Queen. The Mad Hatter and Alice Kingsley children (they are twins), the daughter of the Cheshire cat, and the daughter of the White Rabbit

Lastly, the Oz crew. The daughter of the great and powerful Oz. The daughter of Dorothy and her dog T.J. (Totto Jr.). The son of the Scarecrow. The daughter of the cowardly lion. The son of the tinman. The daughter of Glinda the good. And lastly, the son of the wicked witch of the west.

Seriously, guys, imagine the potential this has and imagine the epic world this could be. Take a moment and just imagine it. Because in my PERSONAL OPINION, this would be an awesome book and an awesome show to watch (if made correctly, of course)

[tricoufamily]

may flowers

[therealdazaifucker]

dazai sleeps like a princess. i know it. i know he does.

[foursidecity]

Dorothy and scarecrow and the dandy demalion !!

Second batch of my wizard of oz retelling designs!!! They are very silly and fun...

[lady-ashfade]

⚡︎The Prophecy Of Oz⚡︎

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Percy Jackson X Princess!Fem!Reader (wizard of oz au)

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Collaboration with @queenpiranhadon

╰･ﾟ✧☽ you can fine the others here.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Summary: Three champions choose their next grand quest, the journey to a unknown island to speak to a wizard. Enemies lying at every twist and turn, but all they have to do is follow the yellow brick road.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 977

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short story, a twist on wizard of oz, fantasy au/champion au, Older Percy Jackson & characters, romantic story lines, rushed ending.

This movie scares me and brings up old memories I wanna cry too.

The twisted trees blocked the peaking sunrise from the pathed road, monsters howl and squeal getting further away from the morning sky.

They had fought a few monsters since they arrived on the island when the moon was just approaching, the sea was more kind to them than whatever evil rested here. The blue blood stained their clothes along with the red was a horrific sight, but Grover had it the worst. A giant gargoyle trampled over him, opening its mouth to hiss while it's saliva poured out and made his skin and clothes sticky.

"Out of all the quests, you two had to pick this one?" Grover used a hush tone and still annoyance was made known. The other two shared a glance while keeping silence against his words, he knew why.

This was the hardest quest. And one for them to show the most bravery.

“It seemed easy at the time,” Percy tried to reason with his friend even though he himself wanted to do a different quest.

Annabeth rolled her eyes as the two started to bicker back-and-for, she was the one who held the map in her hands since she didn’t trust either of them. Last time she trusted Percy to lead them the right way, they almost died from the monster cave they ended up in. Nonetheless she spotted a glow from between a few trees ahead, the turn in the path was near and seemed to give off a bright light.

She started to try and get them to stop talking but they didn’t seem to care about anything. “Guys!” Finally she shouted and got the boy’s attention to stop fighting. They noticed almost immediately at the brighten area ahead and gave each other a wary look. The oracle said to follow a yellow brick road, this must be it!!

From beside them, in the lightly brightened forest a sound of a tree branch snapped and had their heads turned quickly to scanned the area for potential threats.

Dispute their sharp eyes trained to see in more darken areas, and senses that tell when enemies are near they hadn't been sensing anything.

Quick to draw their swords the group backed up and formed a circle, with their backs touching each others. All eyes faced another direction and searched for the target. Annabeth poked Percy with her arms still staying quiet, the boy looked over and saw his friend staring into the dark. A pair of green eyes steadily watched them, and deep, rough breathes like a horse snout could be heard.

"Who's there!" Percy called out throughout the forest. The eyes blink slowly, a small thump of something hitting the dirt and leaves repeatedly hit their ears softly.

“You-Your the ones" the voice was highly contrast from itself. Whoever spoke had a deep and un natural tone, one that tumbled the air when it spoke, a growl undertone. A strong voice shouldn't sound so...

Cowardly.

Suddenly the figure emerged from the dark area, and what they saw was a confusing sight. A lion…Walking with two feet and human like features, and he doesn’t look as dangerous as a real lion. He stood there awkwardly and tense under the glaze and hated the swords they held so high.

“I mean no harm—I couldn’t hurt even if I wanted to, forgive me champions,” his tail hid between his legs and helped himself in his own arms, “I am one of the three from your quest, the coward lion at your service.” He shook while bowing his head so slightly and backed away from the three humans.

“Oh,” they dropped their blades realizing who it was. The Oracle never said exactly who they needed to help and never did they expect a talking lion-man. “Sorry, we thought you were one of those flying monkeys, or something else.”

The lion roared a chuckle, “They are brave even if they are evil.”

The lion turned its head quickly after speaking and a unknown sound got closer. Like little twinkling sounds or water, or magic and of course that’s what it was. A glowing bubble rushed toward them from the road ahead as the sun followed and the forest got brighter. Two frames walked on either sides just as strange as the lion. One was a man made of tin and metal, a coal burner for a stomach and on the other side was a man made of it straw…A scarecrow?

As the bubble inched closer it grew in size and the group stepped back, worried it was something bad. The tint and color of the bubble was pink, and it flowed beautifully, and once it was in front of the champions soon it bursted and a woman appeared.

A human like them with features of beauty, a big dress the same color of pink as her bubble and a golden crown rested upon her head. Her lips gave a kind smile and eyes that drew Percy in for more.

Percy thought she was unlike anything he’s ever seen before, like a statue back on his homeland. He never met royalty but he was sure if he did, she would beat them all in looks.

“Welcome, champions,” the mystery woman bowed her head slightly, “We have been awaiting your arrival for a long time.” in her hands a glowing wand.

“How many of you know we are there? We have been attacked to no end, so why are all of you welcoming?”

They followed her down the yellow brick road hesitantly incase of a attack but nothing came. Instead they saw a huge castle with the brightest sky they had ever seen, villages and creatures happy and content around. It was out of a storybook from their youth.

“Now I really know we aren’t at camp anymore.” Grover said in awe.

Extra:

“You say the wizard, Oz, is far away?” Percy and the Princess stood alone in a room, his gaze never falling from a mischievous one.

“Hmm.”

As the dark haired boy walked towards the princess, a smirk tightened his lips while reaching her. “Might I have your blessing? For the travels to come, a princesses luck is sure to be good here, yes?” she smirks and playfully rolls her eyes.

“You have all my luck and prayers, Percy. If you happen to make it back, I shall grant you with a special thing,” she leaned in with a giggle that made his cheeks flush.

“A kiss.”

Writer speaks: there will mostly likely be no part two. I wrote a whole different thing for this event but hated it so this was the rewrite, so I dislike this but I can’t do anything about it! But a huge thanks to @queenpiranhadon for thinking of me and asking me to be apart of this huge thing. If you ever want me again I will be better than this time, but I understand because I was all over the place-

[bestworstcase]

this is a spinning-circles-in-the-office-chair thought but how did salem find out how the relics work. she knows the lamp has a “password” and a limited number of questions, and that using the staff to create something will destroy its previous creation.

we know she’s never used the lamp before, otherwise she’d have known jinn’s name. it’s possible she had the staff at one point and lost it, although i’m skeptical of ozma’s ability to get it back from her if she did—man is a dreadful strategist. she doesn’t seem to know what the relic of choice is: the lamp, the staff, the sword, and “the beacon relic.”

spins chair.

the way her expression changes when ruby says “we’ve seen what you’re capable of. the lamp showed us.” salem doesn’t react to the interruption in any way until she hears the lamp showed us.

from ironwood, we know that ozpin told the inner circle that the lamp can answer three questions per century and that the questions were all used up before ozpin sealed the lamp in the vault. we also know that ozpin used the staff to raise atlas at a point when ironwood was already part of the inner circle, meaning within the last couple decades, which necessitated giving a similar explanation of what the staff can do and its limitations to the whole inner circle; in v7 ironwood knows the staff can only make one thing at a time.

salem is startled, and then coldly irritated, when she hears ruby say the lamp showed us.

she’s not upset because the girls learned the truth; she’s upset because all the information salem has about the relics came to her via member(s) of ozpin’s inner circle, and ruby just revealed that at least one thing ozpin told his acolytes was a lie. as far as salem knew before that moment, the lamp was dormant. useless to her. when ruby says “the lamp showed us,” both the assertion that the lamp is out of questions and that the lamp only has a finite number of questions it can answer are thrown into question.

given what salem does immediately after getting her hands on the lamp a few hours later…

“the lamp showed us” switches salem’s train of thought to “the lamp is still usable?” and then to “if that’s so, i could ask it questions myself” and then to “we still haven’t uncovered the location of the beacon relic” and she’s only half-listening to what ruby says to her while she turns this over in her mind and what comes out of her mouth is “your mother said those words to me,” because summer rose is the one who told her, per ozpin, that the lamp was all out of questions. “she was wrong, too.”

[owlespresso]

If you’re still accepting prompts, may I humbly submit : “You don’t have to leave, you know” with Yuri!

“You can stay, you know,” Yuri murmurs. You look over at him. Dawn’s first light nudges through the curtains, paints the room eggshell blue, touches the strands of his hair with pearlescent light. You feel newly hatched. Clumsy, clueless little heartbeat beating wings against your ribcage. The blanket is pooled at his waist. He’s all pale and lean, comfy as a cat under the spot of sun.

You’re in the middle of shoving your trousers back on when he beseeches you. Caught red-handed. His cheek is smooshed against the downy pillow, eyelids low and voice soft with slip. But he’s still smiling. A drowsy kind of smile. He’s like an old painting, pale brushstrokes capturing the foggy, ethereal feel of the hour. The last stars twinkle in the milky periwinkle skies. 

You drop your pants for the second time, and march back to the bed like the lucky fool you are, thunking dead onto your side of the mattress.

“I know I can stay. It’s my bedroom. In my house.”

“Yet you’re always so eager to scuttle away the moment I take my eyes off you,” Yuri replies, just as easily. He reaches over, idly runs slender hands up and down your arm. That tender touch ventures to your back, bleeding the tension out of you. “I think I spend more time in here than you do.”

“I’m not running away,” you mumble, cross at his teasing. You settle onto your side. The haze of sleep still clings to his expression, glassy eyes blinking slow as he takes you in.

“Mhm,” he sounds horribly unconvinced. “Sorry. I’m not sure what else to call it when you wait until you think I’m asleep to sneak out of bed.”

“I just thought—” you splutter, suddenly mortified. How many times has he pretended to be asleep? How many times has he witnessed you stumble around the room like a newborn foal, plucking your clothes off the floor and off the bedpost and off the chair by the window? “I just though you might want some space.” You shove your face into the sheets. Your hand rests palm flat on the space between you.

“Mmh. Did I say or do anything to give you that impression?” he asks, suddenly thoughtful.

“No. I just—I mean, you see me almost every day. It’s probably good to give you a break, y’know? So you don’t get sick of me,” you say, as wryly as you possibly can. Better a half-truth than outright admitting your own insecurities, admitting just how much stock you put into his opinion of you.

“I’ve spent the past two years following you around like a lost mutt. Do you really think I would do that for someone I could ever possibly get sick of?” he looks at you incredulously. “Saint Seiros, you’re dense.” He sounds utterly bemused, but his hand settles atop of yours to pin it to the mattress. He interlaces your fingers. You smother your face into the sheets.

“Well, sorry! It’s not like I can read your mind!” you grumble, increasingly mumbled.

“Then c’mere and read my lips,” Yuri yoinks you from your hiding spot with a hand between your shoulder blades. He nudges you onto your back with devastating ease, smooth as silk in the way he slots a thigh between your legs. “I’m obsessed with you. Have been ever since you fell face-first into the Abyss.”

You grimace at the reminder of the incident. The loose, rotting floorboards of a particularly disused shed gave way. You would have wound up a splatter on the floor of the Abyss’s arena had Balthus not been there to catch you. 

“Don’t go anywhere,” Yuri presses his lips to your chin, and then to your cheeks, retaining your attention with practiced finesse. Not that he ever has to try very hard. “And listen really close, because I’m not good at saying this kind of thing.”

“I need you. I want you. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me,” Yuri smoothes himself atop of your prone form, palms sliding up your forearms to pin both hands to the sheets. “Do you understand?” he murmurs against your jaw, placing kisses there too. Lips warm and smooth.

You manage a scandalized squawk, heat flooding your cheeks. That seems to mollify him.