#tinman x scarecrow

[box-of-chaooos]

I can’t remember who gave me this prompt but thank you tysm!!

Stuck on the bus and this caught my eye so let’s go

Any adaption but I’ll be writing in the 1986 ver

The emerald city, a sparkling palace of peace and wonder that sat in the centre of oz, ruled by the kind and wise king who was recently crowned, king scarecrow. The straw man was a wonderful king and made all the people happy as could be but he was bored. Bored out of his new mind it wasn’t as fun as he’d imagined it to be it was much slower, much much slower. Nothing new ever happened no excitement no action, sure it wasn’t a terrible thing it made the working system smooth and well oiled but dull as could be.

At the moment the king was going through old possessions of the wizard, left behind trinkets and inventions piled up in the other room, there was bound to be something interesting there. He searched through many chests finding boxes some empty some filled with little bits and bobs, one had a little wooden horse to make inside. He found puzzle boxes and sparkling jewellery some of which he put on just for the fun of it, admiring himself in the mirror with a giggle but nothing was very attention keeping or eye catching. He needed a book, a nice big interesting book to read with action and drama something adventurous to make him new brain fizzle with pictures and imaginary scenes of the book turning words into pictures. He settled on the idea and had a look through more chests. The wizard had so many books old ones new ones even ones in a different language but they where all more instruction like than story books. He shouldn’t have been surprised the wizard would’ve needed something to help build his inventions but he’d had hope there would be at least some sort of story book. He sighed and sat ontop of a crate glumly putting his head in his hands. He had so much energy to spare and so little time to use it. He shifted uncomfortably something was under him and it wasn’t nice. He stood up turning around to see what was under him. A book. A deep green cover dusty and old with worn edges and a beautiful picture on the front of a princess and a frog. Intrigued by the illustration scarecrow picked it up and dusted it of slightly. The picture was a little bit faded but the colours just seemed to catch his attention. He wasted no time running back to the throne room and sitting down in his velvet throne eager to read this precious jewel he’d found.

Time ticked by and scarecrow was absorbed into the book, slumped lazily with his legs over the thrones arms swinging them back and forth subconsciously as he read the book. It was fascinating a witch, a princess and a prince turned into a frog by a magic spell, there was small pictures here and there which made scarecrows eye shimmer. He was almost finished with the book, it wasn’t lengthy but wasn’t short either. Eyes glued to the book they scanned along the lines of words he began to mutter to himself. “And the princess leaned in, kissing the frog turning him back into the handsome prince he was before” he read, but something made him itch with curiosity. What was kissing? He flipped the page and saw an image of the princess and the frog with their lips touching gently. Was that was a kiss was than? Gently pressing lips to another as a show of love? He was amazed and an idea sparked in his brain. The tin man, perhaps tin man would know after all he was a human once and with a partner at that. He giggled a common occurrence when he was excited or happy and got up the book was tossed aside for now. Since becoming ruler he and the tin man and lion had all found shortcuts to each other’s domains which cut the time practically in half. He grabbed his hat and put the crown on the throne heading down the steps and out the dark room all together.

Winkie country a land once desolate and filled with worry was now filled with life, winkies where free to work and where happy as could be especially with their new ruler leading them. Tin man was having a ball really, he was polished as he needed making his tin shine like diamonds in the light, he was able to forge weapons for the winkies, gardening tools so they could grow crops and plant beds of pretty poppies around the land. The winkies country had never been better. At the moment tin man was in the old witches castle that sat on a little ledge, he was potting up some lovely purple flowers he’d received from a winkie lady as a thank you for restoring their land. Purple, a colour that showed royalty and power but also a colour that reminded him of his dearest friend, the scarecrow. Scarecrows eyes, his beautiful violet eyes, even just paint so filled with life and a passion for living it. It made tin man swoon any time the straw man looked to him with those eyes with that wide smile his new heart would skip a beat he swore he could hear his tin drumming as it hit the metal so hard. His heart was fluttering just at the thought of scarecrow. Soft glove hands, the smell of fresh straw, his voice his laugh his plush body he looked so huggable and warm. “Tin man?” Someone called. He just wanted to hold scarecrow closely. “Tin man?” To love him with all his heart and tell him that. “Tin man!” He jumped startled by the voice. He looked over and saw those exact amethyst eyes glistening at him.

“Scarecrow!” Tin man chuckled happily standing up. “It’s good to see you” he said shaking hands with him. They hadn’t seen each other for a while since they where now kings. “How’s everything in the emerald city?” He asked starting up conversation. “Oh slow but it’s wonderful really, everyone’s very kind and friendly” scarecrow replied. “That’s wonderful” tin man smiled but noticed that his straw friend seemed to be a little fidgety like there was something he wanted to say or ask but wasn’t sure. “Tin man,” he began softly “do you know.. what kissing is?” He asked. Tinman felt his heart skip again, did scarecrow want to kiss him? “I, yes I know what it is… why?” He was getting nervous with anticipation. “Well I was reading this book about a princess and a frog.. and they kissed and I was just wondering…” he shuffled about a little putting his head down. “how does it work?…”

If y’all want a continuation I may have somethin for ya! Keep an eye out hehe I’m back into oz again.

[chaosthynameisbi]

just watched the wizard of oz for the first time in 8 years and i can confidently say that scarecrow and the tinman are a couple. they are so gay for each other. tinman gives off a strong bi vibe, but scarecrow is 100% gay.

look at them. they are in no way hetero.

[totalchaosgremlin]

boobies 🤤🤤🤤🤤

[maniacfiggy]

Drawings :D

[theycallmebecca]

For the Halloween request: Frank or Andy taking their young son trick or treating and their son gets scared and runs to them for comfort

Hey Nonny! Thanks for this prompt. Is this prompt based on that viral video going around of the adorable dinosaur who gets scared trick or treating? I hope so because it's adorable!

In case you missed it, I made a post yesterday asking people to send me fluffy, sweet halloween/autumn prompts.

Title: Cowardly Lion

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

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The Wizard of Oz was the theme you'd chosen for yourself, Andy, your two kids and the family dog.

You were dressed as Dorthy, Andy was the Scarecrow, your five-year-old daughter was Toto, your two-year-old son was the Cowardly Lion, and the family dog was the Tinman.

The five of you were met with adorable 'awws' and 'how adorable' comments as you tricked or treated around your neighborhood.

"Why can't we go by ourselves?" your daughter asked, after a few houses. "All the big kids are."

"We can wait here if you'd like," you said to her. "Take your brother with you."

"Come on, bubba," your daughter said, taking her brother's hand.

They were only halfway to the front door, when one of the yard decorations howled and both kids started. Your daughter blinked at it, but your son pulled his hand out of hers and ran back crying.

Andy handed you the dog's leash and hurried to the little boy, scooping him up and cuddling him to his chest. "It's ok," he assured the little boy.

"Is he ok?" the homeowner called in concern.

Looking over, you saw that your daughter had made it to the front door to get candy.

"Just got spooked," you called back. "He'll be ok."

Your daughter skipped back to where you were waiting with a couple pieces of candy in her hand. "The lady this is for bubba," she reported.

Andy squatted down so your daughter could give her brother his candy.

After that house, however, your son refused to go to the door of any houses that had decorations in the yard, not even Andy offering to carry him past them could convince them that it was safe.

"Bad, scary monsters," the little boy said, shaking his head.

"Guess we chose the right costume for him," you said to Andy, making him chuckle.

[teecupangel]

Just got thrown for a nostalgia loop and had an idea: AC x Lunar Chronicles. I don’t even know where my brain is going with this but it would be so cool.

In my brain, the obvious thing would be that the Templars are Lunars since the whole mind control deelio fits their vibe but what if Desmond was like half Lunar. And/Or what if Desmond was a cyborg? And the ancestors are actual memories uploaded into robots?

Or what if Desmond just gets transported into the Lunar Chronicles universe and, because of Isu DNA, he’s immune to Lunar Glamour without being a Shell.

Or or, he gets transported there as a Lunar child but with all the memories of original Desmond and has to figure out what the fuck is Glamour and how to use it.

My initial idea would be the Lunars are an evolution of the Isus who left Earth before the Solar Flare (or didn’t go to Earth in the first place) but turning them into the Templar equivalent in this setup would be a nice change (since I did turn the people of the Moon in the Sailor Moon AU into Isus already XD).

So for this one, the Templars had long ‘converted’ the Lunars into their ideology but it becomes wrapped by the feeling of superiority the Lunars easily find thanks to their capabilities for mind control. The idea of ‘Total Control will Bring Absolute Peace’ that the Templars have been trying to push forward will be lost in the process thanks to the selfishness being brought out by the total power the Lunars have on people.

In this situation, Winter isn’t the epitome of what the Templar wanted because she refused to use her ‘gift’ but she would mistake the Templar’s cause to something like “Order is necessary to bring peace”.

Of course, we’ll set Desmond up in this world as a scifi fairy tale character. My initial idea was to turn her to the transmigrated equivalent of Wizard of Oz where he awakens as the only child of a Lunar family that isn’t really high up there in the hierarchy to be considered a ‘danger’ to the politics of Lunars but high enough that he would be raised with a semi-silver spoon.

Of course, we picked Wizard of Oz (and ignore the fact that it’s technically not one of the classic fairy tales) because this gives us the chance to give Desmond his ancestors:

The Scarecrow

The Tinman

The Lion

The Lion is Ratonhnhaké:ton, a human captured to become a slave of Desmond’s family. Of course, Desmond says no to this and they only pretend to be master and slave while trying to find Ratonhnhaké:ton’s tribe who had gone into hiding after their settlement had been attacked. Ratonhnhaké:ton wants to find his people who were also captured like him and Desmond usually helps him either by buying them when security is too tight or by finding ways to help Ratonhnhaké:ton break them out as quietly as possible.

The Tinman is Ezio who is an android that was gifted to Desmond when he was a baby, to be both his companion and his guard. He’s pretty much Desmond’s butler and minder and gets roped into Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s plans because he has to make sure Desmond is safe and won’t get into trouble. He acts more like an older brother to Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton most of the time but he is also bound to report everything Desmond does to his parents thanks to a chip that has been installed into him.

The Scarecrow is Altaïr and we have two option: Earthean or Lunar. Regardless of which one he is, his main problem is that he wants to receive the recognition he deserves for his works in a scholarly field (Quantum physics? Idk, something connected to how Desmond got transmigrated to this world). His work has been taken by an older more influential Lunar either because (if he’s an Earthean) he’s an Earthean and his peers think he’s lower than them or (if he’s a Lunar) he’s from a fallen Lunar family who perhaps helped slaves run away and has been stripped of their ranks. Regardless, Desmond becomes more or less his financial backer because Desmond believes that Altaïr might be able to figure out how to get Desmond back to his world (or, at the very least, let him get into contact with them).

Now, here’s the fun part. Does Desmond remember them as his ancestors?

It would be fun if he does and would give Desmond a reason to trust them as soon as he meets them.

An alternative would be that Desmond’s memories of them (aka: his time in the Animus) is blank. Only his memories as Desmond Miles are vivid. He knows he used the Animus to get stronger but he doesn’t remember what he saw in the Animus.

Another alternative is that he starts to remember them only after meeting them or after his relationship with them is at the point where they trust each other.

Regardless of which it is, the main point is that the three does not remember their past lives (or, Altaïr’s theory, their alternate life) but their personality are quite similar to what Desmond is used to.

To hammer in the Wizard of Oz setting, the courage that Ratonhnhaké:ton is meant to receive is finally understanding the difference between being courageous and being reckless. Ezio’s ‘heart’ is the character development he would have as he become more and more like Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s older brother. Altaïr’s ‘brain’ is the recognition for his works. Desmond is modeled as both Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz as he meets them and grants them their wish. Toto the dog is gonna be an android corgi dog named Des.

Desmond’s parents are actually Glinda (Minerva) and the Wicked Witch of the West (Juno). Minerva believes that letting Desmond do what he wants will make him understand his place in their world. Juno helps in the background while trying to nudge Desmond into understanding his place as a Lunar (and maybe she’s planning a coup to become the most powerful Lunar, who knows? That’s like plot D in this one)

[fox-from-malta]

Has anyone done a BBC Ghosts x Wizard of Oz AU? I feel like I've seen one... dunno. But here's my take on it I guess xD (might colour the one with the 4 all fullbody)

In this AU, Alison goes to Oz and meets a few familiar faces xD

Kitty is a cat... Thomas as the scarecrow, Captain as the Tinman and Pat as the lion.

Made Humphrey Glinda xD because it would be funny him having an extra bubble for his head.

Mary (even though I didn't want to) is the witch of the west, with Annie being the witch of the east. And Robin as the monkey servant.

Julian is ofc Oz. And Franny well... dunno. Neither Mike, I didn't know who he'd be, but he'd probably be out of this AU as he'd just be back in the human realm xD

[zkarekrow]

There are scarecrow x reader fanfics but WHERE are the tinman x reader fanfics!!!!! I crave them!!!!

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

No place like home: TopGun hs musical AU

(Aricka x Bradley, Aricka and Jake, Aricka and Bob, Aricka and MavDad .)

(When Aricka announces she’s auditioning for her senior year musical; her three best friends and her crush jump to audition with her- and they end up being the four lead characters.)

(Kids top to bottom: Aricka, Bradley, Jake; and Bob.)

“Anyone who wishes to participate in group auditions please come onstage now,” Ms. Barnes says, and with a deep breath and a slow exhale, 18 year old Aricka “Little A/Mini-Mav” Mitchell, along with her three best friends- 18 year olds Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin, and Bob Floyd- approach the stage; and as soon as she stepped foot center stage; the entire back middle section of the auditorium burst into raucous cheers and applause. “Gentlemen,we appreciate enthusiasm in the arts department, but we ask that you refrain from doing so until auditions are through.” Turning back to the stage, Ms. Barnes says, “state your name and what role you’re auditioning for.”

Aricka went first. “Aricka Mitchell, auditioning for Dorothy.”

“Bradley Bradshaw, auditioning for Scarecrow.”

“Jake Seresin, Scarecrow.”

“I’m Bob Floyd, auditioning for the Cowardly Lion.”

“Wonderful. Now, I’d like to do a scene with all four of you, and then each of you as pairs with Ms. Mitchell. Lets start with the scene in the Poppies.” The four of them nod and quickly dive into the scene, and the ‘86 TopGun cast got to see the four of them in action for the first time since Aricka had announced she would be auditioning.

Aricka lit up the stage, her childlike enthusiasm matching Dorothy Gale’s perfectly, and she sank against Bradley with the right amount of exhaustion as he lowered her to the ground.

Bradley had the same amount of energy as Aricka, matching her performance with equal vigor, tripping and stumbling and reciting his lines like he was born to do so. “Don’t go screaming at a time like this: someone will hear you-!” He yells at Jake, and speaking of-

Jake was surprisingly comfortable in his role as the Tinman, playing off of Aricka’s “fainting” and summoning genuine tears, holding her hand and trying to pull her back up, all the while-

Bob was also on the ground, as the Lion also fell asleep during the poppy scene. He had swooned right on cue; his accent was spot on and he had the ability to be as good with his comedic timing as Bert Lahr had been.

“Alright we’ll stop there, I’d like to do another group scene before we let another group have their turn, but stay until the end and I want you three boys to each do a pair audition with Ms. Mitchell as well.”

Bradley helped Aricka back to her feet and Jake did the same for Bob: and the four of them held hands and bowed before thanking the librarian and retuning to their seats.

~~~~~~

Aricka and Bradley Pair Audition

“Alright Ms. Mitchell and Mr. Bradshaw, I’d like to see you do the scene where Dorothy meets Scarecrow for the first time. Start with Dorothy walking down the Yellow Brick Road.” Aricka nods and Bradley stands center stage, pretending to be a Scarecrow on a post.

Aricka faux-skipped across the stage; pretending to be lost and then later shocked as Bradley-Scarecrow began talking. She helped him off the post and they began talking about how he felt like a failure for not having a brain; leading her to ask what he’d do with one.

Bradley once again played off Aricka’s performance, falling against her, pretend scaring her, jumping up and down as he was freed, and in the end slumping rather dramatically against her.

“That was wonderful, thank you Aricka and Bradley. Please stay there; and Mr. Seresin if you would join them for the scene where they meet Tinman for the first time.”

~~~~~~~~~

Aricka, Bradley and Jake’s scene

Aricka got on her hands and knees and pretended to look for an apple until she met Jake’s foot, looking up and exclaiming how she’d discovered a man made of tin. Bradley and Aricka quickly discovered he could talk and found his oil can, helping him loosen up and hearing his story, just like Aricka-Dorothy had listened to Bradley-Scarecrow.

Aricka lightly tapped his chest and Bradley declared that he had quite an echo, and then BOTH of them exclaimed over Jake-Tinman not having a heart.

They were a dynamic trio. But all could agree someone was missing.

“Thank you; now; Mr. Floyd would you join your friends onstage please?”

~~~~~~~~~~~

The second group audition

“Alright: start with the Lions Tigers and Bears chant, and go from there,” Ms. Barnes says. Pete, per his daughter’s request, was diligently taking notes on her audition so she could improve her performance if she got the part she wanted.

Aricka, in the middle of Bradley and Jake; skipped down an invisible yellow brick road, chanting the words, “Lions, Tigers and Bears, oh my-!” Her fear more prominent every time she spoke.

Bob jumped out from behind the curtain and the three split apart, Aricka skittering off to the side, clutching the stuffed dog someone had just handed her before the scene.

Bradley and Jake had impeccable timing: tossing the lines back and forth like a ping-pong ball, but it was Bob who truly shone in this moment, pulling out all the stops, chasing and pretend Toto behind a tree where Aricka had been waiting: and she managed to make it seem as though she’d really slapped her friend on the nose.

Bob truly played up the crocodile tears, Aricka fussing over him as she had the others, clutching his hands and declaring that she wouldn’t feel greater than a cowardly king of the forest.

“Perfect. Alright; for this final audition with the four of you; I need an audience volunteer.” Ms. Barnes glances in the audience and Pete froze as Aricka says,

“Dad please-? It’s our favorite movie.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

The final group audition

So.

Pete was now auditioning alongside his daughter. He was reading the role of “Captain of the Guard,” and was currently about to kick Dorothy and her friends out of the Emerald City.

He watches up close and personal the reaction of his daughter to the news- sees the joy drain from her face, her eyes full with tears as her hands come to cover her face, sees Bradley and Jake move as one to wrap their arms around her; moving her away from him.

He listens to her crying over Aunt Em and Uncle Henry, before he exclaims he’d get them to the Wizard somehow; begs Aricka-Dorothy not to cry anymore.

He watches as his daughter once again lights up, tears suddenly forgotten, sees her clasp Bradley and Jake’s hands excitedly.

“Thank you,” Ms. Barnes pulls him out of the scene, and he remembers that it wasn’t real- him and his daughter were just playing pretend like they had when she was little, as if she was still four pretending to be a princess and he was her brave knight. “Alright, if everyone would come back onstage please. Mr. Mitchell you make take your seat, thank you.”

~~~~~~~~

Ms. Barnes clasps her hands overtop the script. “As promised, I’ve decided on our cast for our four main characters- and I think you’ll agree they have the best chemistry together, they act well off each other; and they adapt well to each other’s improvisation and mistakes. When I call your name and your role; please step up.”

Aricka meets her dad’s encouraging gaze from the audience, and she instinctively grasps Bob and Jake’s hands. This was it.

Everything they had worked for for two whole months. Now or never.

“Bob Floyd. Cowardly Lion.” Bob squeezes her hand and moved forward. “Jake Seresin. Tinman.” Jake mimics Bob’s movement and squeezes Aricka’s hand and stood forward. “Bradley Bradshaw. Scarecrow.” He winks at Aricka and steps forward. “Aricka Mitchell. Dorothy.”

The roar was deafening as Aricka stepped forward into the spotlight with her three best friends and takes Bob and Jake’s hands once again, and the four of them bow as their fellow cast mates and everyone in the auditorium cheered for them. Aricka almost collapsed in tears and fell against Jake, who wrapped his arms around her and said,

“You did it A-!”

Bob was next to join the hug, arms wrapping around her and Jake; followed by Bradley who both exclaim,

“WE DID IT-!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @mariposalass @rosepetalcharm @sappy-secrets @friendlyneighborhoodidiot

[artdecielle]

it’s been *checks calendar* nearly a year since I did the first part of this...anyway. Late but in earnest, as they say.

Happy Halloween! 

Tags + Story below! (if you would like to be tagged in Part Three, let me know in the notes!)

Part II: Rust and Books

As the summer months roll into autumn, Scarecrow finds himself busier than ever. Well, not truly busier, because that would mean actually doing something. But more occupied.

His job is the same as it ever: sitting in the field and watching grass grow, theoretically guarding crops from corvids. The crows and blue jays are the main source of his so-called business. They’ve been particularly active as the mornings get frostier and the nights get longer, coming by to bargain and cajole him for more stories or lacking new stories—which is often the case—some of the harvest he is meant to prevent them from eating. 

Usually the crows win, one way or another. Scarecrow doesn’t like to argue; it reminds him of family he’d just as soon forget, and besides that scaring crows away from crops that will go to waste anyway feels unkindly to him. They are too clever to be frightened by most of the stories he knows, anway, and the ones they don’t know they seem to enjoy. He enjoys their company too, truth be told, but the corvid arrangements have the unfortunate quality of distracting him from what he’d rather be doing, namely watching the tin man.

The Ravens say he’s obsessed, the Magpies tell him he’s pitiful, and the Crows just laugh and pull on his loose pieces of straw.

The tin man’s schedule had only gotten more pressing as autumn sets in. It means he’s around more—which Scarecrow can’t complain about—but there is a heaviness to him that has grown as steadily as the days shorten.

Like he does every day, the tin man returned to the emerald forest to chop more wood. Scarecrow had often wondered what someone could do with so much lumber. Spring has turned to Summer has turned to Autumn and everyday the tin man comes to the Emerald Woods. Every day felling more trees each day with no clear end in sight to his task, whatever the true purpose of it is. Not that Scarecrow wants it to end, of course. Once the tin man has finished his business, he’ll never come back again — why would he? People avoid the Emerald Woods for a reason — and then what would Scarecrow spend his days wondering about? It upsets him to think about — not seeing the tin man anymore, that is — but Scarecrow has never been much for thinking. He is much more of a wonder-er. 

And so he wonders: Wonders why the tin man chops (for himself, or another?); Wonders why the tin man was turned into tin (Scarecrow still remembers when the tin man was still mostly not tin); Wonders why the tin man never looks happy, even when reading his books (is it because tin is not good for smiling?). 

The books are one thing Scarecrow doesn’t have to wonder about (not that it stops him). The tin man clearly cherishes his books: he turns each page with more care than tin fingers should be capable of. So he doesn’t tear them, Scarecrow thinks. No matter what else happens during the day, the tin man always takes a lunch break to read his books. He does not bring lunch anymore, and has not for some time. Scarecrow can only guess that the tin man doesn’t eat anymore, but being a straw-person Scarecrow had never understood the appeal of food, no matter what praises the corvids sing.

Does the tin man miss eating? Scarecrow has to wonder about that, too. Tin people do not have stomachs, Scarecrow figures, and the inside of the tin man’s chest is empty. Scarecrow feels guilty about knowing that. He hadn't meant to see it, but… well. When one observes as well and often as Scarecrows are wont to do…

Today, Scarecrow has plenty to wonder about. Specifically, what the tin man is doing. Scarecrow sits and watches as he usually does from the cover of trees too old and too magic to be felled and he tells himself this isn’t creepy. He tells himself that he is only observing and maybe--just maybe!--working up the nerve to say something, someday. Not today, probably.

But today is unusual, so maybe, just maybe…

Usually, the tin man does not stop cutting down tree until lunch, when he stops to read. Scarecrow has always imagined that, if he ever worked up the guts to say something, this would be the time he would do it.

Scarecrow — diligent observer that he is — has noticed that the tin man has been slowing down lately. A little more slowly every day, in fact. But today he is not slow at all. He is completely still, just like the trees he cuts down. 

At first, Scarecrow wonders if the tin man is merely staring off into space in quiet contemplation. He does that frequently enough. But this is different. He is slightly bent over, arms dangling in front of him, eyes and face cast to the ground.

Scarecrow watches the tin man do nothing for nearly an hour before it dawns on him that, perhaps, something is not merely different today. Perhaps something is wrong.

His wondering-if-something-is-wrong becomes certainty-that-something-is-wrong when the rain starts and still the tin man does not move. He does not move, not even to protect his precious books. Book which are not made to get rained on and even if they were, the tin man would not allow it — diligent as he is with their care — were something not wrong.

Scarecrow has never actually decided to speak to the tin man. Well, he plans to someday, but the tin man always seems so busy and interrupting a man at work is inconsiderate. But the tin man is not working now, and his books are getting rained on, and he’s been still for far longer than is normal for even a man made of tin. 

And so Scarecrow, despite having not yet worked up the courage or nerves or guts or any of the things needed to act, steps out from his hiding place, and speaks.

“Are you alright?” A simple question from a simple Scarecrow, and one he already knew the answer to, which makes it simple to ask.

The tin man does not respond, does not move. Except for his eyes. His gaze lifts, slightly, slowly, in Scarecrow’s direction. He blinks and says nothing. 

Scarecrow didn’t have expectations, but they have not been met, regardless. But, he’s already here, so he tries again. “I’m sorry to bother you, honest, but your books are getting wet… ”

The tin man blinks again, and there is something like unhappiness in those eyes. They glow a dim yellow, Scarecrow observes. He’s an excellent observer, but he’s never been close enough to notice glowing eyes before.

They're beautiful.

Stay focused.

Still, the tin man does not speak. But Scarecrow remembers something he’d overheard the munchkins say once about their farm gear. He'd been sitting out in the field, and part of observing means hearing.

Farm gear rusts when it gets wet, he heard the munchkins say. Never leave it out in the rain, lest it fail to work again.

Farm tools are made of metal. Tin is metal. Tin and water do not get along.

“Are you stuck?” Scarecrow asks, even though he already suspects the answer. But, of course, if the tin man is stuck, he can't speak, can he? But his eyes — beautiful, glowing, golden — his eyes can move, can't they? “Blink twice for yes. Thrice for no.”

The tin man blinks again. Twice.

Jumping into action, Scarecrow removes his outer shirt and makes a small tent with some branches. He covers the books as well as he can, given the givens. The shirt is waxed and waterproof, but it will not keep the books dry very long. But it will help, a little at least, and that’s not nothing.

Scarecrow looks up at the tin man, water running down his face. It looks like tears and Scarecrow’s heart aches for the man rusting in the rain while his books bleed ink. 

When I return, I’ll talk to him properly. No more watching. 

Oil. What he needs is oil. “I’ll be back, lickedy-split,” he promises and — lacking anything better to say that actions can’t say better — rushes off to Munchkinland. It isn’t too far as the Crow flies, and being a Scarecrow he knows a thing or two about crows and their paths. 

He has to hurry, both because the tin man is rusting and because Straw and Water are not friendly, either. There's a reason he wears a waxed shirt. If Scarecrow gets too soggy, he’ll have to wait until the sun comes out and dries him off. He doesn’t have time to wait around for that — there’s that saying about Autumn Skies and fickleness. He can’t remember it now, but it’s not important. Probably. 

He has to hurry.

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@sugaredsundrop @jet-playin @whitewizardlover @melanias-bomb-kombussy-blouse​  I said I’d tag you when part two came out, and here it is! There will be a part three, hopefully before another 10 months goes by!

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help im remembering an old poly ship and im getting the erge to draw it but i cant draw those 3 characters for shit-

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Alright creeps and peeps I had an idea for a Wizard of Oz x Moomins crossover for a while if you've seen my other post about it, I really really want to do it but I'm not a writer nor do I have the time, attention and patience to do so, so I'm just gonna dump an overly detailed explanation in the hopes that someone who can write fanfiction is interested enough to do it for me haha, thank goodness I managed to get this done for Halloween!

But seriously if anyone actually wants to (after reading the whole thing of course) please comment or DM me!! And don't be shy! I'd love to see someone take interest!!

Oh and just a heads up, it's really long so... Yeah.

Story

The plot very generally follows the story of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz (or more specifically, the movie adaptation) with a gal who is a bit unsatisfied with life, gets swept up by a storm into a weird dreamland and meets a scarecrow, a tinman and a lion and all 4 of them travel to a city where they can wish to a wizard for whatever they really want, but to get their wishes they have to kill a terrible witch and after doing that it turns out the wizard is a fraud but gives them little placebos to make them happy, the wizard flies off on a hot air balloon, and the gal returns home by using the wearable macguffin she had the whole time.

But onto the nitty gritty of how this version of the story plays out.

Once upon a time there was a creature called the Fuzzy. The Fuzzy had been recently married to the Muddler, whom she had only known for a day before marrying him, and things are going rather... Adequate, she supposed. You see, the two lovebirds know they both love eachother and collecting but beyond that the Fuzzy realizes there are quite alot of things they don't know about eachother's pasts or relationships.

The Muddler has a few close friends he trusts dearly; a Joxter who appeared to harbor some animosity towards the poor Fuzzy and she can't figure out why, a Moomin who is quite the thinker but also speaks of desiring danger, and an uncle who people say is grand but she never really interacts with him, and when they do, Hodgkins seemed too quiet and intimidating. She has friends in miss Moomin and the Mymble who she's comfortable with, but the prospect of motherhood gives an ache in her stomach as she remembers her own upbringing, especially when she looks at all of Mymble's children. All of them live in a house built by the Moomin since there was a terrible storm on the island.

One day, a moomin (different from the ones mentioned earlier and who looked very similar to the Hemulen Aunt that sent a framed picture on Fuzzy's wedding) shows up. Her name was Jane, and she was rich. Very rich. Fuzzy doesn't know what this rich person is doing in the autocracy nor does she trust her. She believes, upon very flimsy evidence and accusation, that Jane would want the more valuable pieces of her collection and Fuzzy is very protective of it for reasons we'll understand later. The same night a flood hits the house everyone lived in and makes everything sway from one side to the other, Fuzzy had been thinking to herself in her own room during that time and struggled greatly to survive the flood before eventually getting knocked unconscious.

The Fuzzy wakes up to a bright morning with birds tweeting outside (which is odd because there usually aren't birds on the shore of the autocracy where the house was) and Fuzzy takes her basket and goes outside to investigate. She notices nobody is there as she goes downstairs and got a very bad feeling about it. When she finally opens the door she's greeted with very large and jolly woman who immediately shakes her paw in gratitude, blabbering about how grateful she is that the Fuzzy had crushed the Wretched Witch of the East (a hemulen who wore green) who had been bothering them very much for a long time, the Witch's paws were sticking out from under the house holding a curious brooch with a ruby-red button and a silver frame. The large woman calling herself the Mayor introduces the Fuzzy to her hoard of tiny red-headed residents who sing their praises and cheers about the death of the Wretched Witch until the Wicked Witch of the West (a moomin) arrives and cries angrily about the murder of her dear business partner and swears vengeance on her behalf before flying off on her flying bird-headed umbrella. The Mayor brushes this off as an odd occurrence that won't mean anything much to the Fuzzy's concern and Fuzzy tells her she just wants to go home, the Mayor hears this and tells her that she should go to the Moonstone City where the Wonderful Wizard Jones can grant her wishes, and to get there she has to follow the long golden brick road. And so, the Fuzzy sets off on her journey to the city, where she can hopefully be able to go home.

Through the rather wet lands of Oz (it was wet because of the flood), the Fuzzy meets a Muddled Scarecrow who wishes he had the nerve to do his job and scare crows off the corn field he's supposed to be protecting, a Tinman Jokester who wants the brains to be able to read the strange new signs that are popping up everywhere, and a Prideful Lion who wants the heart to love his partner and subjects. All of them hype eachother up about how the Wizard will grant all their wishes and once they make it to Moonstone City surrounded by long but low walls of stone, all of them are enamoured by the splendor of it all. Thanks to the guidance of a spry young girl (who claims to be the daughter of the Mayor) the gang reach Wizard Jones and his grand floating head. Each of them ask for what they want but Jones says they need to earn their wishes by slaying the Wicked Witch of the West, with an off-handed insult or two the Wizard pushes them out of his room and the gang decide that they probably should do as he says.

This is where things get a little less detailed in my head but basically the gang starts getting to know eachother and bond (insert backstory angst and talk about how cool a "Farmer Fredrickson" guy is here) as they travel to the Witch's mansion while also getting attacked by Niblings (inherited by the Witch of the West from the Witch of the East), and while inside the Mansion the 3 guys prove that they already have what they wanted by the Lion performing an act of compassion, the Tinman finding a clever solution and the Scarecrow acting out of bravery by sacrificing himself for Fuzzy. Meanwhile, Fuzzy herself is stealthily girlbossing her way through and finds out that the Witch of the West is actually made of marshmallow, giving her an idea of how to defeat her, but before she could find the others she gets kidnapped by the Witch's guards and there's a monologue charade between the Witch and Fuzzy.

It turns out that the brooch Fuzzy took from the other witch was supposed to be delivered to the Witch of the West for a transaction with the Dwarf King, then she goes on a business tirade that bores Fuzzy and she escapes thanks to her friends climbing in through a window, this all happens behind the Witch's back and she notices when it's too late. Fuzzy tells her friends about the marshmallow detail and all of them scramble to come up with solutions like water (suggested by the Lion), fire (suggested by the Scarecrow) or just plain chopping her head off (suggested by the Tinman), time is quickly running out as guards are chasing after them so they create a trap somehow combining all the suggestions and succeed in killing the witch who dies a comedically stretched out death even though the sight must be very horrifying. The guards stand there not sure what to do because they were actually her employees and needed to get paid somehow, so Fuzzy suggests that they should split all of the Witch's wealth amongst themselves, to which they agree.

Back in Moonstone City, the gang return to the Wizard with a bird-headed umbrella and a saucepan of marshmallow goo as evidence that they killed the Witch, the Wizard congratulates them and is about to assign them another quest before the whole gang calls bullcrap and asks for consolation for their labor and mental trauma, but then the Tinman notices a curtain nearby, pulls it and all of them see that the Wizard is actually some old human guy named Jones at a control board invented by Farmer Fredrickson. As an apology Jones gives them meaningless gifts that are supposed to represent what they actually wanted and they just kind of take it unhappily. But for Fuzzy, Jones thought he should send her on a hot air balloon where she can fly back home, Fuzzy thinks it's worth a shot and there's a ceremony for the flight home. The rope was manned by a big intimidating guy who turns out to be Farmer Fredrickson and he lets go of it when only Jones stepped into the balloon, sending him off to who knows where, everyone knows someone should object but they all agree Jones sucked and they'd be better off with someone else as the leader.

Fuzzy is devastated at the prospect of never going home but then a bubble appears from the sky, it's the Good Witch of the South! A rather pretty moomin who tells Fuzzy that she always had a way to go back home, and it's on her chest the whole time. Her heart? No, the darned brooch she stole from the Witch of the East since she got here. By closing her eyes, holding the brooch and repeating the phrase "I would like to go home please", the Fuzzy finds herself home.

The Fuzzy wakes up on a bed and notices the bandages on her head, everyone she knows was gathered around her, worried and relieved that she finally awoke. Fuzzy madly explains the strange dream she had and then notices Jane was also there, she accuses Jane of wanting her goods and Jane is very confused by this, saying she literally has all the riches she could ever want and is only here to fund whatever Hodgkins was inventing next. A wave of both relief and embarrassment rushes over the Fuzzy as she slides back down on the bed and covers her eyes with shame.

Then there's a bittersweet epilogue between Fuzzy and Muddler discussing their future, they have high hopes but... We know some of it will turn out untrue in the end.

Fin.

Details and footnotes

•The name of the land Fuzzy goes to in her coma can certainly change but I'm not sure if it shouldn't be Oz or even what other name this place can be called, so feel free if you have an idea.

•The Joxter's introduction in the establishment of Fuzzy's regular world is Fuzzy giving Joxter breakfast. Joxter is sitting atop a tree branch and grabs it from her paws without coming down, he asks why Muddler didn't bring him the breakfast that time and Fuzzy says he told her since he'd be busy cleaning the house, Joxter scoffs and eats his breakfast. After some silence Fuzzy asks Joxter if he dislikes her and why and he only responds with a vague answer that basically says dislike is a weak word and he won't tell her why he feels that way. Fuzzy feels unwelcomed by the Joxter.

•The characters in the regular world will be sticking to canon traits and designs mostly from the book AND 90s adaptation of it. E.g. Joxter is very human like in canon, meaning he doesn't have things like a tail, elf/cat ears and visible whiskers (sorry), but he does retain his cat-like movement/behavior as described in Moominpappa's memoirs and his cat-like eyes. Moomins have velvet fur rather than being fluffy. Mymble Jr. still has a tail (I don't know why it disappears later on in canon either but whatever) etc.

•The Oshun Oxtra crew are British foreigners and speak in British English, meanwhile the Autocracy is located somewhere on an island near Denmark or some other Nordic country (this will not be mentioned within the story) and the natives such as Fuzzy and the other female characters (though Moominmamma is swedish-finnish) speak in a more standard dialect. Everyone speaks in a standard English dialect once we enter Oz except for a few standout phrases and words from the Oshun Oxtra equivalences.

•Moomin (aka young Moominpappa) is still holding out hope that SOMEONE would be interested in adventuring like old times and extensively talks about his past whenever the opportunity arises, but he retains his habit of asking weird existential questions that nobody can really answer which Fuzzy actually does consider but it normally ends in a headache for her.

•(Aunt) Jane is never actively malicious, she's disinterested and snobbish at worst.

•Fuzzy feels a slight insecurity at not being good at traditionally womanly duties, having them being mostly taken up by her husband who actually enjoys doing those chores.

•The land of Oz is a weird but familiar remix of how the Autocracy looks, with rounded hills, strange lines of walls, basic village houses and mostly desire paths aside from the brick roads.

•The road that isn't the golden brick road is an unusually wet red brick road, the feeling of which is similar to wet paint when touched by the foot.

•The story is comprised by alot of humor, some of which comes from Fuzzy being out of her depths and being thrown through a loop when the reality of this strange land doesn't line up with expectations (e.i. the Witch's residence being a mansion rather than a castle), but there's other forms of jokes and humor throughout aswell.

•The Wicked Witches' names can be shortened to "the Western/Eastern Witch" for convenience.

•Oz is filled with new pools, ponds and lakes from the flood that swept Fuzzy up, this is important because the flying monkeys will be replaced by the Niblings and Niblings travel better in water.

•Moonstone City isn't actually made of (blue) moonstone even though it's supposed to look that way, this is a super secret fact that citizens aren't supposed to tell but the Little Girl who guides the gang tells them anyway.

•The signs that the Tinman isn't able to read are actually rules for a park but nobody tells him because earlier he talked about how much he despises parks and park keepers.

•The Witch's guards are rat-like people (like the hotel staff or police from Moomins in the Riviera)

•Alot of Oz things revolve around gemstones and jewelry, there's aire of extra splendor and extravagance to everything.

•The Witch's mansion is located in a big dark dead forest.

•The source of magic for the witches are purses and bags (they're like magic wands here)

•Everyone still has "paws", except for Wizard Jones who uses the word "hands".

•Autocrat Jones is 3 times the size of Hodgkins in the regular world but Wizard Jones is shrunk to relatively normal size in Oz.

•Fuzzy wears the same exact dress both in the regular world and Oz.

•Wizard Jones calls the Lion a hippo as an insulting joke.

•The time period is early 1930s and Oz's time is purely vague.

•The male gang have weapons for when they enter the dark forest; Tinman has an axe (or fishing rod, can't decide), Scarecrow has a sickle ("Scythes are too big and scary!!") and Lion has a rifle.

Ideas and concepts I'm iffy on but could be added

•We get a proper introduction to/interaction with Hodgkins and Autocrat Jones before Fuzzy goes to Oz.

•The head/handle of the Witch's umbrella can talk, or atleast the Witch acts like it can talk and has a mind of it's own.

•Whether Fuzzy is able to fully remember her reality or it becomes a mere vague idea with childhood memories.

•Wether the Oz characters get explicitly compared to the regular characters within the story or not.

•The adventure occasionally getting vague interruptions of earthquakes and ominous chanting (the crew in reality trying to wake Fuzzy up)

•Fuzzy and the Scarecrow having a low-key love story going on (REALLY depends on the memory thing, could just be reduced to them just being sweet to eachother alot)

•Scarecrow and Tinman having an already established friendship.

•Fuzzy having reoccurring kleptomanic urges throughout the journey.

Characters

The Fuzzy

Role: main character, leader

Archetype: the Everyman

Replacing: Dorothy E. Gale

Fuzzy was the second youngest child among 6 in a fuzzy family of tailors/seamsters called the Felts, though this family was only a branch in the enormous tree that was the Fuzzy Family Business which occupied most niches and industries you can think of, the Felts were quite possibly the only business selling clothing in the south of Jones' Autocracy, effectively having the monopoly in this small territory. Though with this monopoly came with frequent supply shortages and thus alot of errands especially for the children who did what they could to help with business. Fuzzy, being young, impressionable and indirectly influenced by her mother in passing conversation, took the unorthodox approach of stealing most of the supplies she was meant to collect for the business (a loose button, a few unattended pins, lost yarn, the works), the bit about stealing the supplies she got went mostly unnoticed and thus it became a habit of hers to steal every small thing she even had a mild desire to have. But of course it was near impossible to keep her own possessions in a large household with constantly dwindling supplies, this infuriated Fuzzy more than the rest of her siblings, making her become rather possessive and secretive of some of the things she collected.

As Fuzzy Felt grew into her teenhood, though, her habit of stealing worsened and the things she wanted to steal became more ambitious. This, unlike previously, was noticed by law enforecers and was mildly punished accordingly. Fuzzy got arrested a few times before her family had to intervene, and when they interneved, boy did they intervene. Her parents punished poor Fuzzy in a few traumatizing ways that doesn't bear mentioning and it highly diminished Fuzzy's ego to but a whimpering rodent. Fuzzy, where she was once a rambunctious young woman who wanted to stand her ground and did all she could to keep secrets, became meek and awfully fearful of her own potential to be a terrible lady by societal standards. She stopped going out and stopped seeing her only friend, Mymble, she ate very little and had a habit of stumbling over her words lest they'd be misinterpreted. Despite this, she couldn't help but retain the habit of stealing and being possessive of her belongings, now with a strong guilt weighing her down everytime. She held spite toward her own family, but now that she knew what they were willing to do to her, thought it best to just keep quiet and sew with her wheelchair-bound sister until she could flee this place.

The day came where there was a great ceremony for the great Amphibian where her family was outfitting the hemulic brass band, Fuzzy wasn't extremely invested in it all and held onto a basket of things she'd bring so she can go through with an escape plan once everything was said and done. The Amphibian took off, and Fuzzy booked it to the outskirts of the ceremony where she found a very large tin marked as "Maxwell House Coffee", curious as to the contents and in the hopes to perhaps steal something, she opened the lid and found a muddler anxiously fiddling with his stuff inside. Charmed, the two started talking, sharing buttons, holding paws and suddenly had a desire to marry eachother then and there. And so you know the rest of what happened if you've read Moominpappa's Memoirs.

Alas, Fuzzy still has a lingering fear of being a terrible wife to the Muddler, who she believes is far too kind and understanding for her, especially since they don't truly know eachother as she's realized fairly early into the marriage. She fears seeing her former family ever again, she fears having the truth of her past be revealed to her husband, she fears crossing a line that'll get her in trouble, she fears saying the wrong things, she fears hurting anyone, she fears being hated, she fears being alone, she fears being considered unacceptable, she fears herself and everyone around her, she's struggling with changes that are so... Overwhelming. The euphoria of marriage has dissipated and now she has motherhood to look forward to, no matter how dreadful the prospect may be as it brings an overwhelming challenge, most of which is unknown to her.

Still, she wants to live a happy, normal life with her new husband, and she wants to keep everything she could possess, if society wants her to be a different woman, then that's what she'll be.

But deep down,

Those ideas were never fit for her.

And she realizes that in Oz.

The Muddler/the (Muddled) Scarecrow

Role: companion (love interest?), heart

Archetype: the Lover

Replacing: The Scarecrow

The Muddler is a man (with a question mark) who has been struggling with his self-image for an obviously long amount of time, he is desperate to cling onto a semblance of convention and has a strong desire to be as good a husband he can be, though he takes over his wife's duties alot of the time. He is a cowardly but kind man, interested in his collection and his friends and family, wanting only what's best for everyone and wanting them to be safe and happy and absolutely loathes to argue or even disagree. He and Fuzzy relate to eachother greatly, perhaps more than they really realize at first, as the two reciprocate alot of the love and affection they both lacked growing up. There's a strong sense of insecurity underneath him, maybe even a fear of himself, he always uses terms of politeness like 'excuse me' and 'sorry' even if they're unnecessary, Fuzzy is slowly realizing that he's crouching and slouching all the time for some reason. He says he misses home sometimes, that he hopes his lost parents would return from their spring cleaning adventure one day (but Fuzzy has a hunch they may be deceased at this point but never tells him), that his uncle took care of him since he was 8, but he is happy to be with his wife. He'd do anything for her.

The Scarecrow is a strange being who was created by a farmer couple in a cornfield a few years ago who then disappeared for unknown reasons. The farm was taken over by a man by the name of Farmer Fredrickson who put forget-me-nots and marigold in his saucepan's hat all sad-like, but the Scarecrow couldn't understand why. He always had trouble, well, scaring crows, as he always found them too frightful and strange to put up a fight and protect his cornfield, so he goes along with Fuzzy to Moonstone City so that the Wizard can give him the nerve to scare those nasty crows like he was meant to. Scarecrow is a very kind soul and is always willing to help Fuzzy in any way he could, he's too shy to disagree or point something out but over the course of the journey he starts to speak up and go against any mean comments made towards his friends, culminating in his sacrifice (that he survives). In the end, he learns to stand tall and speak against the ultimate authority that is Wizard Jones.

The Joxter/the Tinman (Jokester)

Role: companion, lancer

Archetype: the Jester

Replacing: The Tinman

The Joxter is a very mysterious character to Fuzzy, she knows he cares about Muddler and he isn't fond of her, he makes sarcastic and snide comments from time to time, he's Mymble's newest lover, he hates park keepers... and that's about all she can extrapolate from this cat-like enigma who sleeps in a tree all day. Muddler explains that they've been "really close friends" since Muddler was 12 or so and Joxter is a really nice and caring guy once you get to know him, but of course, Fuzzy doubts Joxter will ever let her know him. And he confuses her, really, she sees Muddler as dog-like while Joxter is cat-like, she isn't even sure those two things can ever co-exist, let alone be good friends. How very strange the Joxter is. Later, when she wakes up from her adventure, she learns that what Muddler said about Joxter is true, as he was extremely worried for her the whole time.

The Tinman is a woodsman/fisherman (couldn't decide) who was in love with the Mayor. He lived in a bright forest along the golden brick road but then strange wooden planks with black markings on them started appearing everywhere and he wants to know what they mean. Turns out they're signs and he can't understand them, so to fix the issue and know what's going on he wants a brain to read the signs, and thus he joins Fuzzy and the Scarecrow on their journey to the Wizard instead of letting either of them read the signs for him as "it would be better if he did it himself". Tinman is very snarky and isn't afraid to put his foot down when he senses something unfair, he seems a bit rude for Fuzzy and she believed for a time that Tinman should've desired a heart instead, but then she realizes soon that he avoided making comments against Scarecrow because he understood him and thought to be openly kind to him. He isn't a very open being especially to Fuzzy as she is a complete foreigner to Oz and defensive around him, but later he opens up about his feelings and makes Fuzzy realize she had thought of him wrong this whole time and that he's just scared of being thought of as dumb and useless because he wasn't able to read on how own, and with this he finally lets Fuzzy teach him how to read slowly but surely. Tinman reminds Fuzzy alot of her old self, "self-sufficient", stubborn, confident and unwilling to let anyone in on his business, but he learns to soften and better himself with the gentle support and guidance Fuzzy wishes she had instead of the things her family had done to her, and so the Tinman realizes he was smarter than he thought he was and that he doesn't need to hide behind a veil of independence all the time.

The Moomin/the (Prideful) Lion

Role: companion, big guy

Archetype: the Hero

Replacing: The Cowardly Lion

The Lion is a philosopher type animal who was found and raised by the Grim Witch of the North since he was a cub, she was often cruel and treated him as a pet, so when he got old enough he ran away and started his own kingdom (it isn't much yet, but he's trying), he still has the number 13 tag from her as a reminder of his roots. Lion has realized the problem as to why his kingdom is so small, and that he wasn't taught love or kindness while growing up with the Northern Witch, so he tags along the complete the 4 man band so he can wish for a heart. He has an enormous ego despite his upbringing, he thinks of himself as superior to others as he believes he's naturally meant to be the king of the jungle, but nobody truly likes him because he's so utterly self-centered and only thinks highly of the man who helped him a long time ago, Farmer Fredrickson, but deep down he is extremely insecure. He fancies himself a philosopher, he enjoys talking alot and asking strange existential questions about the reality of Oz, and he does seem genuinely scholarly in this, he also respects anyone similar to his status such as Wizard Jones. Over the course of the journey, Tinman beats it over his head that the Lion needs to drop his ego and start caring about other people's thoughts for once, he slowly learns with the help of his friends to be a kinder creature. In the end, he realizes what a cruel man Jones really is.

Fuzzy frankly knows a little too much about Moomin because he talks so much about himself. He was left at the doorstep of an isolated orphanage one august night in a "jewel studded basket and soft warm blankets" (but that part seems to suspiciously change everytime) and was taken in by a rather cruel hemulen who cleaned her children more than she kissed them. He was not allowed to do frivolous child things and asked far too many questions for anyone at the Orphanage's liking, and he spent alot of his time dwelling in self-loathing. After an ice sheet incident that made him feel truly alive for once in his life, he had decided to escape the orphanage, met a hedgehog, met Hodgkins, blah blah blah you probably read his Memoirs and Fuzzy has practically done the same thing but orally, straight from the young Moomin's mouth. Moomin is what you'd call the most interesting person, maybe not objectively so but he's the one creature anyone knows the most about if he's willing to talk to them for any amount of time and he would talk nonstop about anything that he finds of interest and question the fundamentals of reality until it gives you headache just trying to answer one question, especially if you haven't received a formal education like Fuzzy. It's obvious he's craving for attention and a sense of adventure but doesn't have anyone to provide that for him, making him seem a bit... Desperate and lonely. He does have a girlfriend he's absolutely smitten with and will sing praises every chance he gets. All in all he's a decent guy but often exhausting to be around.

Jane/the Wicked Witch of the West

Role: Main antagonist

Replacing: The Wicked Witch of the West

Jane (or as you may know her better as, Aunt Jane) is a millionairess from England who is visiting for some business expense that Fuzzy learns of later, she seems generally uninterested and snobbish but ultimately harmless and minding her own business and nobody knows her. Fuzzy projects alot about her mother onto Jane because she mildly reminds Fuzzy of her and she is convinced that Jane would want something of hers or that she is somehow working with her family beyond all reasonable understanding and Fuzzy very much would like to avoid her because of that. Turns out she's only there to fund one of Hodgkins' new projects because Jones' is a bit of a crappy king and Hodgkins and Jane were close childhood friends.

The Wicked Witch of the West is a straight up business woman with magic who just wants to go through with whatever she has to do even though her business partner is dead, if that means killing Fuzzy to get the brooch back then so be it. Literally nobody likes her as a person, not even the Niblings she gained under her control or her guards, the only control she has over them is through using money or jewelry. She laments alot about nobody liking her and being lonely and has a habit of talking to herself all the time, sometimes even to the head of her umbrella. The Western Witch is about as pathetic and humorous as a rich business woman can get as she honestly doesn't know how to handle taking the brooch back from Fuzzy, but what she does know is that Fuzzy is also very pathetic as a person.

The Autocrat, Daddy or King Jones/the Wonderful Wizard, Jones

Role: Antagonist, royalty

Replacing: The Wizard of Oz

The Autocrat is a very... Odd ruler. He towers over literally everyone in his kingdom even when he sits down on his giant throne and speaks to his subjects by calling them an idiot every other sentence. He's fun-loving, sure, but sometimes his practical jokes are funny only to him and it gets really annoying rather quickly but he lacks the listening skills to think otherwise. Fuzzy doesn't know much about him, he's been ruling for longer than her grandparents lived and his massive size would be cause for intimadation for a small animal like Fuzzy. He's jolly, but not kind.

Jones hid behind a veil of intimidating mysticism and magic for a long time, it's only recently when he hired Farmer Frederickson that he concocted the whole wizard schtick to dupe anyone into fixing problems for him and news spread fast of the wonderful wizard who can grant anything. He presents himself as this larger than life floating head behind the curtains but after the jig is up he's just a nervous and lanky little jerk who's willing to do the bare minimum to get everyone off his back. He offers to go on the hot air balloon with Fuzzy just to see what this autocracy is about but basically got kicked out via balloon ride as he screams for someone to help, "good riddens to that crook!" is all anyone could think.

The Mymble/the Mayor

Role: helper, minor character

Replacing: Glynda the Good Witch (partially)

The Mayor is a large jolly woman running a hamlet of small people that look like very small children, every word coming out of her mouth is as jolly as one could say it and she knows no fear of the Eastern and Western Witches, only considering them a minor annoyance in her otherwise very happy land of Mymlia. She bids farewell to the Fuzzy as she sets off on her journey and comes back for the balloon take off, of which she finds the situation absolutely hilarious. The Mayor loves hugs and would give Fuzzy a big ol' bear hug farewell twice.

The Mymble is a large jolly woman who Fuzzy has known for most of her life now, why she has so many fleeting lovers and children is far beyond Fuzzy's understanding and all she can do is deal with it as she stares in horror and pity for the children who might have to go through her childhood but far worse. Mymble loves Fuzzy dearly as a friend and is super supportive of her at every turn, even if she's a rather forgetful mother. Still, Fuzzy enjoys her presence somewhat even if she's very exhausting to be around for more than a minute. She knows no care and finds her newest lover, Joxter, to be a very amusing man.

The Mymble's Daughter/The Mayor's Daughter or the Little Girl

Role: helper, minor character

Replacing: Horse carriage rider

The Mymble's Daughter is Mymble's eldest child and a spry youth at that, she has a knack for lying for her own amusement even if it's completely unnecessary. She dreams of becoming a mymble independent from her family and finding her own fleeting lovers along the way.

The Mayor's Daughter (initially known as the Little Girl) is a guide to the gang as they travel across Moonstone City to meet the Wizard, she speaks of gossip and trade secrets to anyone not in the know and does it very happily like her mother. She came to Moonstone City to become independent from the hamlet of Mymlia and absolutely loves it in the city.

Miss Moomin/the Good Witch of the South

Role: helper, minor character

Replacing: Glynda the Good Witch (partially)

Miss Moomin is a person who is very new to Fuzzy, she is a kind young lady but shows alot of womanly worry for her appearance as she tries to get over the habit of busting out her makeup from her purse and Fuzzy hopes to find some solidarity in that. She shows alot of interest in things Fuzzy is also interested in, such as sewing or knitting, but she is more of a quintessential housewife than Fuzzy will ever be. She finds Moomin a very charming young lad.

The Southern Witch enters the fray after Jones has already flown away on the hot air balloon and his screams are but a distant cry, she is a bit of a Mary Poppins type happily handing out gifts from her magic purse and telling Fuzzy that her means of going home has been the brooch the whole time. She's a very comforting presence and assures Fuzzy that she understands her struggles and that she's sorry she had to go through everything, the whole adventure, her family, everything. But home isn't like that anymore, she's free to love and be loved. This gives Fuzzy the willpower she needs to go home after some hesitance.

Samuel Fredrikson Hodgkins/Farmer Fredrickson

Role: Mysterious minor character

Replacing: None, he's an addition

Hodgkins is a mystery to Fuzzy, he's always busy being the royal inventor and she doesn't know what to make of him, Muddler and Moomin say he's a really cool guy who's helped them in more ways than one but on his rare visits all she sees is an very intimidating stoic man who isn't interested in talking very much. She is baffled that he's related to Muddler in any way. All she really knows of him personally is that he's the one who built the Amphibian.

Farmer Fredrickson is a mystery that everyone talks about but Fuzzy never sees until the very end, they say she should look forward to meeting him sometime but there's a strange ache in her stomach everytime she thinks about it. Apparently he took over a farm that belonged to the couple that made Scarecrow and was a mentor to Lion for some time before disappearing to Moonstone City, where he built the machine that lets Wizard Jones project a giant talking head for his scheme, and then he built the hot air balloon that was supposed to send Fuzzy home. Fuzzy does get to meet him in the balloon ceremony where he lets go of the rope holding the hot air balloon down and waves stoically at Jones as he flies off, Fuzzy was going to talk to him but... Even a glance from him made her shut up.

The Niblings

Role: disposable henchmen

Replacing: The Flying Monkies

The Niblings are kinda gross and sticky creatures who are absolutely devastating to anything in their wake as they'll eat it, including flesh. They used to belong to the Eastern Witch before she got crushed by the house, then they transferred over to the Western Witch to be used as pawns for her scheme to get the brooch. They don't talk and are easily disposable.

The Guards

Role: disposable henchmen or minor characters

Replacing: the Guards

The Guards are just a group of people trying to get by being paid by the fabulously wealthy Western Witch, when they're not being bossed around to kidnap the gang they're just a bunch of guys who want money for their family.

The Hemulen Aunt/the Wretched Witch of the East

Role: minor character

Replacing: the Wicked Witch of the East

Fuzzy only knows the Hemulen Aunt through the bedazzled framed portrait she sent on her wedding day, which Fuzzy took to almost immediately taking the jewels out of the frame for her own shiny collection. She kind of feels bad for doing that to such a gift but Moomin tells her she was a rather annoying lady, it helps her feel better somewhat but not really.

The Eastern Witch is a business partner to the Western Witch and she's been "annoying" the Mayor's hamlet for some time before getting crushed and having the brooch stolen by Fuzzy, Fuzzy still feels rather guilty and being celebrated for it didn't quite help, especially with the Western Witch chasing after her for it.

The Hemulen (Orphanage Principal)/The Grim Witch of the North

Role: only mentioned

Replacing: None, she's an addition

A lady from Moomin's stories who took him into the orphanage when he was a wee lad, the Hemulen seems like a pretty mean woman to Fuzzy.

A lady from the Lion's story, the Grim Witch seeked out exotic pets for her wealth and treated them very poorly.

Conclusion

So yeah that's about it! Thank you for reading if you've made it this far and happy Halloween!

[rosyfingereddawnn]

no place like home

pairing: jimmy page x reader

warnings: none, it's just so fluffy

words: 1.2k

summary: movie nights with jimmy have become a regular occurence, and tonight, you're whisked away to the wonderful land of oz.

author’s note: this is purely because the wizard of oz is a comfort movie of mine, and jimmy name-dropped judy garland in an interview. he has seen the movie, mark my words. also i love yardbean jimmy so much :’) enjoy! <3

“What are we watching tonight, love?”

Being part of the world-famous Yardbirds, Jimmy’s schedule was hectic, to put it lightly. On the road as often as he was, there wasn’t much time to catch up on the recent trends in pop culture, including any films he might have missed or neglected. When he told you that he hadn’t seen Alice in Wonderland, the gasp that left your lips could be heard for miles.

As a result, you and Jimmy resolved to watch a movie every weekend that you were together, alternating every week who got to choose. The quality time spent together was but a hidden perk, of course.

“Isn’t it your week, Jim?” you reply, smiling warmly at him as he walks into the quaint living room with two steaming mugs of tea. Taking the warm mug from his hand with a “thank you” whispered into the air between you, you take a sip. Comforting hints of bergamot and vanilla dance on your tongue, the sigh leaving your lips full of contentment. Sweet honey softens the rich, striking spices, and it feels like coming home after a long day. “Earl Gray, with a teaspoon of honey. You remembered.”

“Of course I remembered,” Jimmy sips from his own mug, his hands cradling it carefully, aiming to absorb every ounce of warmth that seeps into his palms. Glancing over at you as you melt into his embrace, he smiles, cheeks flushing a delicate pink. “Nothing about you is exactly easy to forget, love.”

“Sap.” A playful slap to his chest follows, a sound of protest courtesy of Jimmy echoing through the room. He frowns, green eyes sparkling with amusement, and leans over to press his lips to yours tenderly.

“You love me.”

“ I do. Sure hope that’s okay with you.”

“You know it is, Y/N,” he chuckles, music to your ears as you gaze up at him, enraptured by his bright, careless smile. It seems he’s always stressed, lately, and these movie nights are a lifeline, allowing him to be unguarded and vulnerable. Pure, and completely in love. “You’re right, I believe it is my turn. After all, I did sit through the entirety of Psycho for you last week.”

“What was wrong with it? I thought it was entertaining!”

“The pacing was all wrong, love. Though, I did appreciate you hiding your face in my chest the entire time.”

“What can I say? You were comfy.”

“Forgive me, I was under the impression that it had scared you,” Jimmy chuckles, his arm winding around you to pull you closer. You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile blooming across your features. “I’ll protect you from the big, bad Norman Bates. Don’t you worry.”

“My knight in shining armour,” you drawl, smiling up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. Pecking him on the cheek before he could react, you unwind your arms from around his waist. He grumbles at the lack of contact, and you giggle, twining your fingers in his hair to push a loose strand behind his ear. He needed a haircut soon, you realize. “Go pick your movie, Sir Page.”

He rises from the homely couch with a huff and moves towards the black milk crate sat in the corner of the room. Jimmy, a firm lover of every conceivable form of art, had always been quite interested in film. Around you, he often quoted the movies he had seen, sometimes taking on a comical voice to sell it. Now left with more money than he knew what to do with, Jimmy invested in a rather expensive projector, frequenting the local library to survey the films in stock. As he rifles through the selection of hard-shelled reel cases he had picked up for the week, you can’t help but appreciate the view of his bum from his crouched position. Your lover has fine assets, after all.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a noise of surprise, as Jimmy turns to face you, his eyes twinkling with excitement in the warm light of the living room. In his hand sits a film case,  meticulously labelled, as all things are in his house, in black sharpie. He’s nothing if not organized, you think. The slip of paper, in his own writing, reads, ‘The Wizard of Oz’, hastily drawn stars surrounding the title. This definitely wasn’t a copy from the library...

“Why don’t we watch this? I… just happened to find it at the bottom of the crate, and it seems as good a time as any to revisit it.”

“It’s okay, Jimmy. You can come out and say you like musicals.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimmy replies, scratching the back of his neck, a smirk creeping onto his face as he looks back at you. Setting up the tape, he reclines back on the couch as the opening music swells. Dragging the blanket resting on the arm of the couch around the two of you, your head settles on his shoulder. Warmth fills you as his arms encircle you once more, and the pressure of soft lips landing in your hair sends your heart aflutter. The two of you, content in the other’s embrace, lose yourselves in the bittersweet story.

Dorothy’s smooth voice, clear like a crystalline stream, filters through the dimly-lit room, bringing a smile to your face. Looking up at Jimmy, you take in the way his eyes never leave the screen, colours swirling in the shining surface like a mirror. Faintly, you can hear the sound of humming. When you delicately press your head to his chest, you feel the rumbling of his low voice as he sings along under his breath.

Sound seems to fade away not long after, as you fight to keep your eyes open. You’ve never felt as safe as you do right now, cocooned in his warmth. Moving your head to rest in the junction of his jaw and neck, your palm lands over his heart. The guitarist’s steady pulse against your hand pulls you ever-closer to sleep. Blinking tiredly, you tilt your head to look back up at him. Weary eyes threaten to close, opening only to see long, dark eyelashes fluttering against alabaster skin.

There were marks, dark purple in colour, painted under his eyes. He was exhausted, wearing himself thin over the last month. The one time he wasn’t stressed out, anxiety thrumming through his body, was during these nights with you. Jimmy could finally relax, content in the knowledge that you were in his arms. That you would be there when he woke up.

Gently carding a hand through his curls, you settle against him, head returning to it’s comfortable spot on his shoulder. Soon enough, you feel the weight of his head settle against yours, his arms curled protectively around you even in slumber, and you let your eyes flutter closed.

The Scarecrow gets his brains, while the Tinman receives his coveted heart; The Lion gains his courage, and Dorothy finally finds her way back to Kansas, though both of you are none the wiser.

Dorothy had said that there’s no place like home. Curled up, sheltered by Jimmy’s body wrapped around you like a safety blanket, you’re sure that it’s the truth after all.

Jimmy is your home, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything the world could offer.

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[sgsketchbook]

julie and the phantoms x the wizard of oz, aka a crossover i decided had to happen. hear me out.

julie molina as dorothy gale. the protagonist- they are both trying to “find [their] way back home.” this is made possible through the assistance of the friends made along the way. both are brave and determined, even when faced with conflict that seems bigger than them.

luke patterson as the tinman. “if i only had a heart” is the motto of the tinman, and not only is his romantic plotline with julie a key element to the story, but luke’s emotions are a major factor in who he is.

reggie peters as the scarecrow. the scarecrow’s song asks if he only had a brain, and while reggie is certainly more than just his ditziness, it’s a pretty big part of his character. both he and the scarecrow serve as comic relief.

alex mercer as the lion. a recurring concept in alex’s storyline is his anxiety, and the (cowardly) lion wishes he “only had the nerve.” both are pushed out of their comfort zones periodically during the course of the story, and it changes them for the better.

anyways they definitely went trick-or-treating as these characters, and they probably played a halloween gig in these costumes.

[seagull-laugh]

Heard you have a Wizard Of Oz AU with Sonic. I know Amy is Dorothy, but who are the Scarecrow, Tin Man, Cowardly Lion and Wizard of Oz in your AU?

Hello! Yes I do~ anything I make to do with it is over on my art blog @seagull-scribbles

I haven’t posted the full cast yet since I work about 10-12hours everyday atm and like WHO HAS THE TIME but:

The scarecrow is knuckles and there is a little fic with art here

The Tinman is Metal Sonic who I have some art of of so far [X]

The cowardly lion is Tails’ and the Wizard is Sonic 💚 the story is gonna be different like how the storybook games where so as harsh as that casting seems I promise it isn’t x

I have all the other characters casted too, it is just time to make stuff! That being said if YOU wanted to make something for this AU and you wanted to recast a character 🤷🏼‍♂️ go for it, I’m not going to gatekeeper your own creative freedom- GO HAVE FUNN