#scrapped.

Hehe thank you sm, he's my favorite tired, malnourished, divorced looking ahh roblox man

Here's some scrapped sketches and doodles with him for your enjoyment (ft. My barn owl Sword with Meddeer)

The air in Oz had shifted the moment Fiyero arrived. His effortless charm turned heads, and his dazzling smile seemed to brighten even the dreariest corners of the land. Among those captivated was Glinda, whose laughter now rang louder in Fiyero’s presence than it ever had around Boq.

Boq, the loyal Munchkin, felt the sting of jealousy. He had long admired Glinda, dreamed of being the one to win her heart. But how could he compete with someone like Fiyero? Fiyero was everything Boq wasn’t—tall, confident, and dazzling. What burned most was that Fiyero treated him kindly, like an equal. It was almost unbearable.

Boq’s desperation grew with every passing day. He had to do something.

That’s when he remembered the Wizard.

The Emerald City shimmered in the distance, its towering spires a beacon of power and possibility. Boq entered the Wizard’s grand chamber, trembling as he explained his plight. The Wizard, with his ever-present smile and calculating gaze, listened intently.

“You have such a pure heart, Boq,” the Wizard said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. “But I see the fire of ambition in you. It’s admirable. I can help you, but there’s a catch. You must bring Fiyero here. Together.”

Boq hesitated but only for a moment. The plan was already forming in his mind.

Back in Oz, Boq crafted a forged invitation from the Wizard himself, writing in elaborate, elegant script:

"To the noble and dashing Fiyero: I, the Wizard, humbly request your presence in the Emerald City. You may bring a companion of your choosing. I look forward to meeting you and discussing matters of great importance."

When Boq presented it to Fiyero, his face lit up. “You’d come with me?” Fiyero asked.

“Of course,” Boq replied, masking his nervousness with a smile.

The two journeyed to the Emerald City together, Fiyero marveling at its grandeur while Boq’s mind raced with anticipation.

The Wizard greeted them with his signature grin, his arms wide as though welcoming old friends. “Ah, Fiyero! A pleasure to finally meet you.” He turned to Boq, winking subtly.

Before Fiyero could respond, a figure emerged from the shadows. Chesery, the Wizard’s loyal partner, was silent but swift. Before Fiyero realized what was happening, he was bound tightly in enchanted ropes.

“What is this?!” Fiyero exclaimed, his voice tinged with confusion and betrayal.

Boq stepped back, unsure of what to do. The Wizard laughed, his voice echoing ominously. “You’ll see soon enough, my boy. Let’s begin, shall we?”

The Wizard opened the Grimmerie, the ancient spellbook, its pages glowing with an eerie green light. Chanting in a language Boq couldn’t understand, he directed his energy at the trembling Munchkin.

A surge of power overtook Boq. He felt his body stretching, his muscles growing. His ginger hair darkened to a rich brown, streaked with gold, and grew longer. His face sharpened, stubble appearing on his chin. His Munchkin clothes morphed into royal blue and gold, perfectly tailored to his new, athletic frame.

Boq gasped as he looked down at his hands. They weren’t his hands. They were Fiyero’s.

Boq turned to Fiyero, his lips curling into a triumphant, wicked grin. He took a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing in the chamber. The sensation of power and perfection coursing through his veins was like nothing he’d ever felt. He couldn’t help but roll his shoulders, letting his newly broadened frame stretch under the finely tailored fabric of his royal blue jacket.

“Oh, Fiyero,” he began, his voice now rich, smooth, and dripping with mockery. The deep timbre—the voice Fiyero himself had used to charm everyone around him—felt intoxicating as it rolled off Boq’s tongue. He laughed, low and confident, his eyes locking on the bound and helpless prince. “You always had it all, didn’t you? The charm, the attention, the looks. You didn’t even have to try. Meanwhile, I stood in the background, invisible. But now...”

Boq paused, his hands moving to his chest, his fingers brushing over the firm ridges of his new pecs and abs. He gasped softly, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. “Now this,” he said, dragging his hands down slowly, deliberately, savoring every contour of his sculpted torso. “This is what it feels like to be... perfect.” He gave his abs a sharp slap, grinning as he watched the muscles ripple beneath his hand. “Solid as a rock. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”

He turned to the mirror, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of his reflection. His smirk widened, his hands running up to his shoulders, down his arms, and back to his chest. “And this build,” he mused, flexing his arms to watch his biceps swell against the sleeves of his jacket. “So strong, so powerful. No wonder everyone followed you without question. Just standing there, you command attention.”

Boq ran a hand through his hair, marveling at the soft, golden-brown strands that fell perfectly back into place. “And this hair,” he said, his tone almost reverent. “It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? Silky, thick, flawless. You could walk through a storm, and it would still look like this.” He laughed sharply, turning back to Fiyero. “No wonder Glinda’s eyes light up every time you’re near. With this hair and this face...”

He stepped closer to the mirror, leaning in to study his new jawline. His fingers brushed against the light stubble that now adorned his chin, and he couldn’t help but smirk. “This is incredible,” he muttered, testing out his new, dazzling smile. He tilted his head, flashing the grin at his reflection, watching as it lit up his entire face. “How could anyone resist this? No wonder you were the center of attention everywhere you went.”

Turning back to Fiyero, Boq’s grin took on a sharper edge. He ran his hands slowly down his torso again, stopping at his waist before letting them drift lower. “And this,” he said, giving his crotch a deliberate squeeze. He let out a soft, mocking chuckle, his eyes locking on Fiyero’s horrified expression. “You know, I always wondered why people whispered about you behind your back. Now I get it. You weren’t just handsome—you were blessed.”

He stepped closer to the bound prince, leaning down slightly to sneer in his face. “But you didn’t deserve it, did you? All this perfection, and you never really appreciated it. You just walked through life, taking it all for granted. Well, don’t worry, Fiyero. I’ll make sure this body gets the attention it deserves.”

Boq straightened, turning slightly to admire his reflection again. His hands moved to his backside, giving it an exaggerated pat. “And this!” he exclaimed, laughing as he gave it a firm squeeze. “This is just... absurd. How did you even walk around without everyone stopping to stare? Honestly, Fiyero, it’s a little unfair to the rest of us. But now... it’s mine.”

Fiyero’s face burned with a mixture of fury and humiliation. “Boq, stop this! This isn’t who you are!”

“Oh, but it is,” Boq shot back, his tone venomous and full of delight. “Maybe this is who I’ve been all along, Fiyero. Waiting, watching, knowing I’d never measure up—until now. Now I don’t just measure up; I surpass you. I’m stronger, better, perfect.”

He leaned in even closer, his lips curling into a smirk as he stared into Fiyero’s betrayed eyes. “But don’t worry,” Boq whispered, his tone mockingly sweet. “You won’t be forgotten. In fact...” He paused, his grin widening. “I think I’ll give you a proper goodbye.”

Before Fiyero could react, Boq leaned in and pressed his new lips against Fiyero’s in a mocking, exaggerated kiss. It wasn’t an act of affection; it was a final, cruel taunt. When Boq pulled back, his smirk was wider than ever, and Fiyero’s face twisted in stunned disgust.

“Goodbye, Fiyero,” Boq said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Enjoy obscurity while I enjoy... this.”

The Wizard’s laughter filled the chamber, a booming symphony of malice. Chesery stepped forward, dragging the real Fiyero away as he struggled futilely against his bonds. His protests faded into the shadows as Boq turned back to the mirror, his hands moving over his new body one last time, reveling in every inch of his stolen perfection.

“Yes,” he said softly, his voice brimming with confidence and delight. “This is who I was meant to be.”

The Wizard clapped a hand on Boq’s shoulder, his grin wide and approving. “You’re perfect, my boy. The new Fiyero is ready.”

Boq adjusted the collar of his jacket, flashed one last dazzling smile at his reflection, and turned to the Wizard. “Let’s get started.”

I know what you’re thinking. “What!? Then there would be no comfort! No aftermath!? Are you serious?”

And hold your horses.

Imagine seeing your brother looking like a corpse with countless dislocated, broken or torn limbs, him confessing how bad it feels, you feeling guilty (since he repeated how alone he always was), then after you die, come back and see him in no better state, then die again, he doesn’t remember anything.

I know it’s lame now that I outline it, but it was a silly idea just seeing everyone looking at him pitifully while not understanding how they’re back (they died when he wished), fearing they’re in a time loop or something

IDK I just thought it would be a nice idea to have angst for the rest of the team after 10 chapters of Jay angst

Imagine having to tell your brother you basically left him for dead, that you died, and that he doesn’t remember anything and is forced to never know what he totally went through on that ship (OR TO DO BUT NOT DO???? Then he would get nightmares or some shi so we don’t leave the Jay angst completely)

Lucifer stood chest to chest with him now, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin. “You want to keep me?” he whispered. “Then keep me.”

Alastor didn’t move.

“I’m not scared of you,” Lucifer murmured. “I should be. But I’m not.”

A trembling hand reached up, barely brushing Alastor’s jaw. “You love me like a fire. So burn me.”

And Alastor, silent, reverent, fell.

He sank to his knees in front of Lucifer like a man surrendering to his god, hands gently wrapping around Lucifer’s thighs, his forehead pressed to Lucifer’s hip.

Lucifer stared down at him, stunned, one hand still hovering in Alastor’s hair.

A breath. A beat. A heartbeat later:

“…Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “What the fuck are we doing?”