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leaning back dramatically. " perhaps a pretty person, would like to come over and videogames while saying absolutely nothing with me upon this evening. "

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— 'cause i'm stuck with your stories but no clue who you are and no idea if you're dead or just too far somebody tell me, come and give me a sign if i fight those monsters, is it you i'll find? ||| independent liir thropp. headcanon based & heavily inspired by the wicked musical but with influences of the wicked movie and gregory mcguire's novels. especially wicked: the life and times the wicked witch of the west AND son of a witch. penned and beloved of ofelia.

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED: 52 + are you satisfied by MARINA

sad inside, in this life. unsatisfied, praying. sad inside, in this life. unsatisfied, waiting.

" are you satisfied with an average life? do I need to lie to make my way in life?" liir presents his hands. they are imperfect, scarred and just a little crooked. perhaps those who speak to the eyes as the windows of the soul, have never considered how reflective the hands are. liir does not take the hand away from trism. the offer, the plan, the hope, the joy circling between the two of them hovering at the center of their lives. " are you satisfied with an easy ride? once we cross the line will you be satisfied? "

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wait ! there's traps here . lots of them. from leona pike de rolo?

liir sort of hops back on the broomstick. hovering a few feet above the ground. " have you got this? disarming traps is not my specialty. "

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED: 74 + life of the party by allie x

" i was the party the life of the party. they wrote that out with a sharpie. i made so many friends. i was the main attraction. " his feet move of his own accord. trying his best to find a good launch point. to jump into the air and take flight on his broom and enjoy the freedom that the air offered him.

"i was the life of the party. " they stripped me down like a barbie. the thoughts beat through his head. and while liir does not take the moment to jump out of the window and run. he does hop from foot to foot. like he's unable to find purchase on the on the ground. perhaps that's the fiyero in his blood. he jumps finally - finally taking a seat on his broom. and half threatening to jump out onto the cold ozian evening

his last words are quite. they'll be easy lost if nausicaa isn't paying close attention to what's leaving his mouth. " they i say i kissed the king. but i don't remember anything. "

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liir feels her hand on his shoulder. it feels like a shock to the system. he breathes. less out of calm and more out of need. but he does. he breathes again. the magic tenses in his shoulders, as he lets out a sound. less a word, more a miserable shriek. as the magic reacts, he breathes again. another panicked hyperventilative sigh. for a moment before he scoots away from her. something something in his eyes.

" how can it control me. it is what i am. it's what i'm made of. magic. hopes. dreams. misery. loss. nightmares. it's all me. it's not controlling me. it's just manifestesorioum of me. i'm. " finally tense shoulders relax as liir's countenance begins to sag. " this is just what i am. "

he pulls his fits up. dragging himself into a small ball shape for a moment. the magic flowing through him with intense pressure. it was so much. only now was the overflow starting to ebb." was it the same for you? "

ELPHABA HAD NEVER CONSIDERED HERSELF EXACTLY MOTHERLY. Actually becoming a mother had not altered that self-perception in the slightest. Her sister had been her charge when they were young, had been the focus of all her warm, caretaking feelings, and all of Oz knew how THAT had turned out : With her sweet Nessie a zealot and tyrant, so reviled that Munchkinland had celebrated when a farmhouse crushed her. Liir, then, was already at a natural disadvantage, with her as his mother. Poor, sorrowful creature.

❝ Liir ! ❞

You need to calm down, she almost snaps. But that had never worked when someone said it to her, had it ? It stands to reason, therefore, that the same phrase, which had only ever increased her agitation, would have the same unhelpful impact upon him.

❝ Take a deep breath, ❞ she counsels instead, feeling utterly useless. The ground around her feet trembles with the impact of his magic ( So like hers, really, it's even fucking green, how could she ever have doubted the boy was truly her child ? ), but she holds firm, even kneeling down to his level. ❝ Look at me, Liir. You need to focus, you can't let it control you. Are you listening ? ❞

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" an impressive show from the great and terrible old man who dwells behind his curtain. " liir's voice is quite. his hands are shaking. the wizard. is strong. even if he yields no actual magic he wields influence. a magic all it's own. something liir has nothing with. " alas, i have nothing to tell you about your self. so maybe i have something to tell you that's new. "

@rthlss sent: 🎁 Seven Weeks in County by Billy Springs

"You can't tell me anything about myself I don't already know. I see my face, so guilty, while I shave in the mirror, looking back disgusted with a hollow, hateful stare."

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" you became leader when you started to lead us. that's what happens you decide who gets to stay at camp. that's just how the group works. " liir takes a seat with his own bowl. the stew is pretty good. he's a pretty good cook. it's been one of his fortes since his teen years. " if you like it there's more, i've been busy. boss. "

they wrinkle their nose slightly at the term fearless leader. "how in the hells did i become the leader of this outfit?" nima eyes the food for a moment before accepting it cautiously. were they a vegetarian in another life? they know that some druids are, but given their proclivities, they somehow doubt it. they cautiously taste it, deciding that it was definitely better than what they could cook up. "not bad."

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED: 45 + haunted. by laura les

"i've been up for three days, everything is haunted. " liir's sleep deprived body almost falls to the floor. tired boy has had the longest days in the world. "everybody's evil and there's bugs inside the carpet."

there are no actual bugs, he's just been up long enough to feel them. which is probably bad. instead of thinking about how bad that is, he turns to fiyero, his father. gaunt eyes. magic curling at his finger tips. look what you've made fiyero. a boy. " do you think i'm frightening? organ chords and lightning? " / @lenzimanot

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED: 90 + jealousy, jealousy by olivia rodrigo

" all I see is what I should be, happier! prettier! jealousy !! jealousy !! " liir wraps his arms around his body. it's easy to fall into these patterns with her. because she knows him. she knows him like no one else does. from an age he can barely remember. he falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face. when did everything turn to shit. when did turn out like this. where is the boy. there's only liir here now. how wicked.

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED: 7 + animal i have become. first to eleven (cover. )

" so what IF YOU CAN SEE the darkest side of me? " you cannot escape yourself or this hell. so many times you've lied. but you're still rage inside. it wraps around your heart. it beats in time with your love and your hope. liir, my beloved. what are you doing? your fists find a home on the ground. slamming into it. magic streaks across the ground.

uncontrolled. beautiful. and green. " help me believe. it's not the real me. "

but that's the hardest part right my darling, liir. it always has been.

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good evening, i crave blood.

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— 'cause i'm stuck with your stories but no clue who you are and no idea if you're dead or just too far somebody tell me, come and give me a sign if i fight those monsters, is it you i'll find? ||| independent liir thropp. headcanon based & heavily inspired by the wicked musical but with influences of the wicked movie and gregory mcguire's novels. especially wicked: the life and times the wicked witch of the west AND son of a witch. penned and beloved of ofelia.

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" i brought you dinner if you insist on being antisocial, fearless leader. " liir takes a seat to them. the dinner, a stewed made of wild boar, various gathered mushrooms, wild rice, and root vegetables. it does smell pretty good. " come on, i made it. you know you wanna try it. "

they sit a small distance away from the main group at the camp, fingertips pressing at their temples. their eyes are closed as a headache pounds away at their skull, pain dancing across their sinuses and causing them to bite back a groan. was this tadpole related or something else entirely? suddenly sensing someone close by, they open their eyes to peer at them. "most people consider staring to be a little rude, y'know."

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plotting call.