#tw wizard of oz

[the-monarch-effect-official]

Hello, everyone, I have a some thoughts and questions for those who have been through RAMCOA, more towards Monarch-type experiences, but anyone who has gone through similar experiences will help me understand more.

Last week, I went to the mall with my family, it was a neat time, but I went into a store (Miss A, an ultra-cheap cosmetics store) with a checkerboard floor as our last stop. Now, if I wasn't developing a book around the subject, I wouldn't have paid any mind to it. But, as we were leaving, innocent things, like the playground being decorated with a fox and a rabbit had a dark hue (context: for my project specially, rabbits and wolves are prevalent in Samuel's life, both in system and events).

Watching movies is tricky now. All the time, you hear about celebrities and politicians being part of "The Illuminati" and such, with many of the conspiracy theorists having flat-earther levels of "out there." They speak some truth, but they are stereotypically way off. But, once you see the sings for the first time (like checks), it's impossible to not see it. As an artist, I only wonder, "We creatives have all this talent and drive, but to use it for this?"

I know not everyone in the industry knows all the signs and symbols, but I've learned that you can make anything mean anything under the right context. For example, some of Samuel's alters stay away from a Wolfsangle, while others are drawn to it, as they mean different things to different alters. (Wolves, keep away; humans, come fourth.)

I also had a dream a while back about a group of sisters who seemed to be well-off, with a mansion and outdoor garden. However, they didn't know that they were victims of "Monarch," to simply the terms. "I thought I was just normal," one said.

This situation is similar to that of the testimony of a woman who had gone through what you may know as Satanic Abuse, which, for those who are unaware, is not necessarily ritual abuse, but can be if it's done ritually (on a holiday like Halloween or Christmas, for example). She had gone to a sleepover (like a "normal" teen) and someone had microwaved some leftover pizza, which reminded her of the smell of death, which is a very distinct smell that I have had the fortune of not knowing. However, she did not know why it smelled in such a way until she recovered those memories.

So, my question sort of boils down to this: before realizing that you were a system, or recovered any significant memories of abuse, would you have considered your life "normal?" Do or did you have an alter/part that had a very different "normal?" I have heard that, with DID proper (with amnesia), some alters have very different lives. Though I have parts myself, I don’t black out on a regular basis and I suppose it wasn't necessary.

Another topic of curiosity that's been on my mind, probably since the start of this journey, was how one relates to art and entertainment (movies, music, TV, video games, ect) when such things are used as anchors to programs. For example, the Wizard of Oz movie is considered a household movie for its introduction to technicolor, but is also one of the hallmarks of Monarch Programming. I have been told that Pokémon Emerald had been used or tied to this, which saddens me as a fan of the series, especially of the Hoenn region where Emerald is set (one of my other blogs is an oc fan thing, it's very dear to me). I think, to keep it succinct, my question is: if someone were to watch The Wizard of Oz or a similar movie, could they possibly get to a point where they could watch it all the way through and form an opinion on it despite the trauma?

I ask this because I am an artist who likes movies, games, TV shows, etc. However, I also want to be mindful of what I create. My current storyline with The Monarch Effect isn't as overt with the common symbolism, but the concepts are still there (my current question is whether Samuel's family are actually Nazis or is Aryanism a better descriptor of their beliefs, and how that follows). I've even found a Nazi-era red riding hood film that employs a similar black & white to color and back technique before The Wizard of Oz did, though not as impressive. The Little Red Ridinghood story, as well as plenty of other German tales are stand-ins for the more commonplace stories used in programming scripts.

I'll end it here before I veer off topic, so I hope that

[filmgifs]

THE WIZARD OF OZ dir. Victor Fleming, 1939

[yourfaveisintersex]

Elphaba Thropp from The Wizard of Oz series is canonically intersex in the novel Wicked (1995)! Her exact variation and traits aren't specified, but it can be inferred she has ambiguous genitalia, and may have experienced IGM.

[ichiwashername-o]

There's criminally little fanart of Fiyero getting scarecrow-ified.

So, as per usual, I gotta do all this shit myself.

Wicked Master Post Here

[sweetryefarm]

PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE.

There is no MORE MOVIE (Till 2025 cryI)

BASED ON In Want of a Brain

by icestorm1196

No words can express how much I love this FIC, did I read it all in one night?? YES. Am I going to reread it? YES. My only complaint is more about the fandom, because I NEED MORE SEMI-BODY HORROR Fieryo Art.

Cause my man goes from being engaged to the Good Witch of The North, company with the wizard- to guarding a little girl as a stuffed man. The emotional trauma is so palpable. I haven’t seen the full movie yet- unfortunately- but I have found some slime tutorials.

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[rag-doggy]

Poor Boq

Repost of my little illustration from the last post

[flowerynameslover]

“And remember, my sentimental friend, that a heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.”

The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Film Genre Meme: Fantasy Movies (2/5)

[darkwingsnark]

Haven't been online lately, dealing with health stuff. But wifey and I have been watching the '86 'The Wonderful Wizard of Oz' anime lately. I love them all, but Scarecrow is the best.

Oh, and Tincrow is canon. They're friends of Dorothy, after all.

[eli-am-confused]

My favorite Wizard of Oz bit is that the Tin Man is always lowkey down for murder. Bro carries around an axe and is willing to use it.

Meme template I used

[fun-twisted-tales]

Can anyone help me find a dark Oz book?

All I remember is that Dorothy managed to come back to Oz but everyone absolutely hated her because Scarecrow (my fave) became an evil king (my fave dark Oz trope) and I was really excited.

Than chapter two flash banged me with a scene of Glinda and Scarecrow absolutely rawdoging it out of nowhere. Just full on doing the devil’s tango. Just traumatized me forever.

Glinda says that Scarecrow decided to become human for some reason. Then Scarecrow finds out that Dorothy is in Oz. I was officially hooked, I needed to know what else was going to happen..

And then my free preview ended and it was lost to time forever.

@woggle-bugger-me can you help?

[scalene-4]

when i was 19 years old living in boston as a fresh college dropout (and as i would find out 6 years later, an egg) i tried heroin so that i could tell my friends about it. drugs had played a pretty central role in my day to day life since high school and like any other kid that age i tended to take anything with the right blend of danger and insight and make it my entire personality — eventually i’d learn to channel that obsessive nature fully into music and generally Being Alive but that was quite a ways away.

i got off work one night at about 2am and headed to my dealer’s house. he was the younger brother of another student i was somewhere between friends and acquaintances with — a burly paranoid typhoon of a human who wanted to be jim morrison almost as badly as i wanted to be kurt cobain. i usually would buy coke and weed from him and take whatever random pills he happened to have lying on the table; today the proverbial super mario box sporting a “?” contained something new.

“you see that bag on the table that looks like brown coke?”

“yeah.”

*laughs* “that’s heroin.”

this was it. with no shortage of shame i must admit i was really excited and had been fantasizing about this moment since age 14, walking around my high school campus nursing some heartbreak or another and listening to 40oz to freedom by sublime.

my dealer instructed me to rack out a little bump no bigger than my pinky nail (which since i bite them is even smaller than normal), and wait till i felt it before taking any more. naturally when it didn’t kick in immediately i insisted on doubling down. also as much as i’d love to leave this out i made a decisive point to put on something in the way by nirvana, which to this day sends a seismic cringe rattling down the length of my spine.

we went outside to smoke a cigarette, and immediately a new feeling washed over my body. i can best describe it as the comfort of a loved one putting a blanket over you, coupled with a really intense head rush. i sat down on the curb laughing.

anyone that’s done heroin before will tell you that it’s pretty normal to throw up. i maybe got to enjoy the initial feeling for 5 minutes before nausea took ahold — by this time we’d gone back inside and i’d found a literal blanket to lay on the couch under, but nature was calling.

i’m not sure if this was 15min or an hour, but most of my remaining memories of the actual high consisted of puking into my dealers bathtub while chugging blood orange pellegrino sparkling water in between bouts of nausea. eventually i began to come down and decided to go home, making my way downstairs to his living room. my dealers house was always directed by david lynch, the dialogue jumpy and the atmosphere thick with a decidedly bizarre dread. this entire incident his brother had been sitting in the corner of the living room spiraling out into the singularity of a xanax black hole, and he was still in position when i made it downstairs. while no one was looking, i stole two pills off the top of their fridge that i never ended up taking and they lived in the pocket of jeans i no longer own for quite some time after the fact. i never found out what they were, i think i just swiped them to feel guilty about something.

the part about this story that always sticks out to me is the visual component — they don’t tell you that heroin has a slight psychedelic component to it. everything looked like the first bit of the wizard of oz, sepia toned and monochromatic. a drug experience that had taken me straight to kansas as if it was the land of oz itself. i didn’t trust the wizard here (he was scary) and it was time to leave.

the oz comparisons don’t end at the light brown tinge to reality — i opted to walk home to my apartment as the sun was coming up, and as i navigated the boston streets still in an opiate haze my dealer rolled past me on his bike. cackling like the wicked witch herself as he disappeared into the fading summer darkness. one day i’m going to put that into a music video or something, it’s funnier the more i look back on it but at the time it was really strange and freakish and amplified my urge to get home to safety. eventually i made it to my mattress on the floor at 54 burbank street, and passed out as the sun came up.

it would take another 5 years for me to stop using hard drugs and another after that to quit drinking alcohol. i’d write sober shortly after the latter, a song about missing fucked up adventures such as the one above despite knowing all roads containing such mishaps tend to lead to the same destination. these days i find a lot of joy in seeking out strangeness without having to take a pill or snort or smoke or inject something as a cover fee, strangeness that since i’ve moved to new york city has been in no short supply. after using heroin that first time i made a point to tell everybody i’d done it, expecting shock and awe and pats on the back for some reason. i regret being repulsed and disappointed at my friends’ concern, like they were yawning at a trapeze act i’d spent months perfecting. i think i’m still learning to reckon with the piece of myself that feels as if she has to put herself in mortal danger and spiritual agony for attention — hopefully at that point i at least get a half decent song out of it. don’t do drugs kids :) or do, it’s none of my business

2 things to add:

-said dealer texted me like 5-6 years after this saying i owed him money and after responding in a panic asking what for, he said “just kidding lol” and i haven’t heard from him since. he might be dead

-i’m aware that there’s a deeply rooted and kind of beautiful irony in my posting this story for attention

[bluebyrd-bookreviews]

I feel like a lot of complaints about Return to Oz that it is too weird and too creepy just lack a general understanding of the true source material and only know Oz from the Judy Garland film

The original books were creepy and weird, to put it simply

Like, Tik Tok's backstory is so fucking watered down in the movie. In the book, he was bought by an abusive king who literally abused his servants until they died bc TikTok could never be killed bc he was never alive to begin with

"It is a long sto-ry," replied the copper man; "but I will tell it to you brief-ly. I was pur-chased from Smith & Tin-ker, my man-u-fac-tur-ers, by a cru-el King of Ev, named Ev-ol-do, who used to beat all his serv-ants un-til they died. How-ev-er, he was not a-ble to kill me, be-cause I was not a-live, and one must first live in or-der to die. So that all his beat-ing did me no harm, and mere-ly kept my cop-per bod-y well pol-ished. "This cru-el king had a love-ly wife and ten beau-ti-ful chil-dren--five boys and five girls--but in a fit of an-ger he sold them all to the Nome King, who by means of his mag-ic arts changed them all in-to oth-er forms and put them in his un-der-ground pal-ace to or-na-ment the rooms. "Af-ter-ward the King of Ev re-gret-ted his wick-ed ac-tion, and tried to get his wife and chil-dren a-way from the Nome King, but with-out a-vail. So, in de-spair, he locked me up in this rock, threw the key in-to the o-cean, and then jumped in af-ter it and was drowned."

-Ozma of Oz by L Frank Baum chapter 4

The second book in the series is about a little boy who is abused by an evil witch (though not really a witch bc technically holding that title is illegal) and runs away because she is feeding him a potion to turn him into a marble statue

There is also the classic: the emerald city is not really emerald in the books, simply shiny, and all of the citizens and visitors to the Emerald City are made to wear emerald colored glasses to make it appear as if it is really made of emeralds. Like the wizard, it is all a facade

Like, the books aren't the darkest things ever, but if you are complaining about the darkness of the film I'm gonna need you to read the source material and then come back to me and tell me if you think it's too scary

[r0bin-d00dles]

Only now realizing I never shared my Wiz OCs

I don't know if anyone ever made Oz ocs based on The Wiz but here's my group of silly people :)

And some other silly art of them:

[rag-doggy]

I was recently thinking of the way Boq was turned into the Tin Man, and then I wondered: what if Boq's transformation was a little bit more Nick Chopper-Tin Man accurate?

Like, not FULL on accurate, but similar. Imagine...

(This is gonna be pretty messy and nonsensical but hopefully you get my idea)

Being what is essentially Nessa's slave, Boq has to do what she says. She sends him to do woodcutting to keep the town supplied with firewood, and behind her back, Boq becomes friends with a girl called Nimmie who just works in the bakery and eventually, begins developing a crush.

Of course, Nessarose just eventually learns about it and out of anger and jealousy, "borrows" the Grimmerie from Elphaba and enchants his axe.

When Elphaba comes back and, y'know, has that whole interaction with Nessa which results in her finally walking, Boq finally confesses that he's found someone else and how he truly feels about Nessarose. Nessa gets SUPER pissed, and basically goes "If I can't have you, no one can" and in a fit of blind rage, takes Boq's axe and throws it directly at his chest, and it gets lodged in there deep.

As a result, Elphaba tries to save him by just reversing the damage, but of course, she ends up doing the tin spell. Nessarose's house has a lot of butcher knifes and forks, and overall a lot of sharp metal objects, and they all go flying at him and just stab into Boq really deep, and Boq is just...well, a bloody mess.

The larger butcher knives slice deep into his stomach, some hit his back. The metal of course, all melts into him, but at a very slow pace, so in that moment, it just looks like the guy is being stabbed in every part of his body.

Boq tries pulling out the axe, and throws it away, but it BOOMERANGS back and hits him in the face...and...yeah, he's dead. Both from that and all the sharp cutlery and tools just jamming themselves into his body.

But he ain't dead for long.

Note: Yes, I know. This is REALLY jumbled and doesn't make sense. But I hope you at least see what I'm talking about.

Here's a little illustration of what I had in mind

[lopposting]

about the wizard of oz sequel

I have no idea how they're going to handle it.

I know that, almost definitely, they will be basing it off the public domain book, and not the movie. but the production of the movie was very infamously a nightmare. And I think it's going to be very difficult to not acknowledge the movie at all.

[They've already implicitly referenced the movie with the ruby slippers, which do not appear in the book]

TW sensitive IRL content under cut, at your discretion.

the original actor for the Tin man was hospitalized from poisoning from the silver dust used for the costume

the "snow" in the movie is just pure asbestos (actors died of cancer later in life)

Margaret Hamilton (Wicked witch) was severely burned (2nd-3rd degree) when a trap door failed to open on time and the flames went up during filming. She never sued because it would ruin her career. (Ironically she was also the only cast member Judy would say was ever kind to her on set)

16 year old Judy Garland (Dorothy) was pretty much tortured on set and it deeply affected the rest of her life. She will never ever be forgotten.

I didn't go into a lot of detail here. I hope they can honour her in some way. I totally don't think it's their responsibility to or anything, but I'm just expecting it to happen in some way. Even just listening to the song now and knowing some of what was happening in reality is extremely sad. It's surreal.

[writerofweird]

As far as "Wizard of Oz but dark" designs go, this "Scarecrow King" from Shane Kirshenblatt's Dorothy Gale Journey to Oz is pretty sick. He belongs on a heavy metal album cover and I mean that as a compliment.

(Dorothy Gale: Journey to Oz was a webcomic set in a darker alternate Oz taken over by an evil Wizard after gaining control of the flying monkeys, where an older Dorothy and her boyfriend Thomas (nicknamed Toto) find themselves in. In it, Scarecrows are evil corpses reanimated by spiders, and there's also evil versions of the Tin Woodman, Jack Pumpkinhead and Tik-Tok. Most of the comic is unavailable online now, save for a few pages you can find by looking up freefallcomics dot com on archive dot org. There were physical book releases but they're fairly hard to find.)