✸ ░ 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 !

your lips, a MAGIC world, and your sky, all hung with jewels. the KILLING MOON... will come too soon.

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( nightncir‌ / elissia ! )

          ELISSIA WAITED PATIENTLY, or at least somewhat patiently, for cyrus to speak. she sipped her iced coffee, for a moment the only sound being her sucking on her straw. it was though she was incapable of being silent for more than a few seconds at a time. she pretended to think for a moment, humming in a high pitch before speaking. ❝ well, i was going to say both, but you answered one of those questions for me, ❞ she said, stirring her coffee with her straw. ❝ if you really think i just stick around for the mystery, honey, you’ve got a big storm comin’. ❞ though she had to admit that everyone could do with some good luck right about then. ❝ ugh, don’t even get me started on what’s happening right now. ❞

          HE WAITED HIMSELF FOR A SECOND , before shrugging and nodding. ❝ Good answer. ❞ He’d reply , offering a wink in addition. But then his eyes would fall to the area in which he buried said sigil , taking a deep breath and allowing his tensed shoulders to fall. He wouldn’t admit it , but in a scenario like this - where anyone could be a suspect - he was slightly terrified. Of what ?? He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t scared for himself. More so . . . everyone else. ❝ Yeeeeah , me too. ❞ He nodded once more , now looking back at Elissia.  ❝ Gotta say , I’ve lost some braincells over this museum robbery fiasco. ❞

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( gionamim‌ )

GIONA just stared at … whatever was happening in front of her. this wasn’t the kind of magic her mother taught her. then again – not exactly. 

there was something familiar about the objects in use. the candle wax and patterns that could channel energy into something more focused. the pendants used like wands or staffs. but still, mim magic was different. 

“ Well – ” she began with a haughty air, flipping her hair back. But her dialogue faltered and her shoulders sank. “ I just … I remember my mom talking about like … source of energy or whatever. She wasn’t really the best teacher but … I just need to know how I’m supposed to – use that energy. ‘Cause I can already feel it, like its creepy as hell – ” She motioned along her arms and then traced it back to her heart. “ But I have no fucking clue how to start. Do you have … I dunno, like … icebreaker questions about magic or something ? ” she tried. She’d never felt so stupid.

             IT WAS ALMOST A SCOFF THAT CAME FROM THE WITCH , eyes still glued to the pendant as he noted , ❝ I wish. An instruction manual would’ve been fuckin’ awesome when I was learning. ❞ His mom had taught him everything he knew ; and in the beginning , it was extremely hard to understand. Because magic wasn’t like science - magic didn’t have MATH or DATA or EXPERIMENTS or anything of the sort that’d be easy to read in any textbook. It involved energies that couldn’t really be recorded - and there was a feeling to it that couldn’t be described distinctly in any form. He could understand where she was coming from. 

             But focus finally leaving his pendant , he stood , tongue in cheek. ❝ Y’said you could feel it , right ?? Like . . . ❞ A tattooed hand moved to scratch at his head as it tilted. ❝ Can y’ tell me like . . . WHERE and WHEN do you feel it . . . the most ?? ❞

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( lillanelle‌ )

              As soon as he agreed, she snapped the fingers of her free hand cheerily. Though her joy be grand, there was still soup in hand / and she could not clap, therefore she snapped.

              Lillanelle led their little party, humming to herself as she wove her way past the undergrowth, her hand daintily aloft, the white skirt of her dress already picking up dirt and leaves, but she did not mind. “ An Ozian potion. But wait,  ” Lillanelle glanced at him. “ Why would your Wonderful Wizard not be Wonderful ? Is it an Opposite Day term ? Or does ‘ wonderful ’ mean something else in the Land of Oz ? Curious, ” she said, tilting her head. “ And I just realised !! You are a witch and a kind thief without a name !! And I am a soup-eater without a name, either. You may call me Lillanelle, Soup-Eater, ” she smiled, with a little curtsey, not stopping her walk. “ Or … Lillanelle Marmoreal. ”

             ❝ I DUNNO IF IT’S OPPOSITE DAY . . . because , well , he’s a not-wonderful wonderful wizard every day , but you know how some people get known for things they aren’t ?? ❞ He asks - aka , do you know how some people lie ?? ❝ It’s kinda like that - everyone thinks he’s wonderful when he actually isn’t. And HE’S the only one who knows that - besides , well , me - but he doesn’t want anyone else besides him to know. ❞ As well , Glinda made it clear nobody was to know that the Wonderful Wizard of Oz fathered a child with the Wicked Witch , and that child was still wandering around Auradon at the moment. But one part of that equation would Cyrus forever preach as soon as he found it , since of course , he could at least hold some pride in who his mother was. But enough of that - he’d grin in return , showily bowing and waving his hand. ❝ Your Majesty , Soup Eater. ❞ A chuckle , standing up straight. ❝ I don’t mind being a kind thief without a name. There’s some mystery to a HANDSOME STRANGER ; but y’can call me Cyrus. Cyrus Goode. ❞     

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( rcsyredcheeks‌ )

her eyes s c a n n e d him, doing her b e s t to read him, but she wasn’t good at that. she was n a i v e and believed that every person had g o o d in them despite all their b a d roots. she believed in m o r e than one s e c o n d chance. will it e n d up r u i n i n g her in the f u t u r e? sure. but she didn’t care. after scanning him, her eyes m e t his once again, a s o f t smile forming as she nods. “i do b e l i e v e that.. you have an aura of this m a j e s t i c vibe i’m getting from you.” she replies before she was t a k e n a b a c k from what he said. letting out a small c h u c k l e, she s c r u n c h e s up her nose. “see, i k n e w you’re good.. even your last names state so.” brushing his comment off, she shakes her head at him. “shh, you’re m a g n i f i c e n t! you might not see it, but i totally do.. not that it means much coming from a stranger that you don’t know, right? but i will try and f i n d you everyday just to r e m i n d you if i have to do so.” 

              She continues , and he listens , nodding ever so slightly as that small smile creeps further up his lips. ❝ Now slow down there with the amazing’s and magnificent’s and all that crap. ❞ He says , holding up a finger and shaking his head - but from the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice , it’s more than obvious he’s joking. ❝ I might actually start BELIEVING you - n’ that’s not something you want. Nobody wants a witch who thinks he’s too hot shit for the rest of the world because one nice girl said he was magnificent. ❞ But the words are sweet ; granted , it’s going to take a lot more than that for Cyrus to actually believe them , given his own insecurities he’s never voice - he does a good job of ACTING like he’ll easily do so , however. He manages to play the conceited fuckboy role pretty well. ❝ And you think I’m good just because y’know my last name - I don’t even know yours. Help a dude out - I’m BLONDE , I’m not smart. ❞     

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( intckycs‌ )

        «♡»  ❝  you’re  so  very  welcome.  the  only  thing  i  can  think  of  that  would  express  my  love  more  than  a  strawberry  skittle,  is  a  strawberry  pocky  stick  —  but,  alas,  don’t  got  those  on  me  right  now.  ❞  he  scrunches  up  his  nose,  smiling  over  at  the  other  as  he  examines  the  candy.  ❝  and  apple - flavoured  jolly  ranchers,  huh  ?  is  you  telling  me  to  remind  you  to  give  me  one  your  way  of  telling  me  you  love  me  back  ?  because  one’s  favourite  sweets  are,  obviously,  the  best  token  of  love.  ❞  he  leans  forward,  bats  long  eyelashes  at  the  other  before  breaking  out  into  a  small  fit  of  laughter.  ❝  ah,  well  —  i  think  going  turbo  is  slightly  different  than  being  wicked,  in  that  case.  it’s  not  an  immediate  death  sentence,  buuut  …  ❞  he  pops  a  skittle  into  his  mouth,  chews  carefully,  ❝  pretty  close  !  you  see,  i’m  from  a  video  game,  and  ❛  goin’  turbo  ❜  means  you’ve  game - jumped  …  as  in,  abandoning  your  own  game  to  take  over  someone  else’s,  usually  ending  in  disaster  for  both  games.  ‘course  …  my  mom  game - jumped,  so  it’s  a  case - by - case  thing,  but  !  yeah.  turbo.  wicked.  different  things,  same  energy  !  ❞  a  glitch  tears  through  him,  shifting  him  about  two  feet  to  the  left  and  back  again.  ❝  sounds  fucked,  though.  still,  think  i’d  be  cool  with  it,  so  long  as  no  one  actually  kills  me  …  i  don’t  regenerate  here,  you  know  ?  ❞  *✧｡⋆

               DEVILISH GRIN GROWS EVER WIDER at the mention of another strawberry treat , one that sticks out in Cyrus’ brain for the association & reputation around it. ❝ Strawberry pocky. And is that just because - y’know - your name is Pocky ?? ❞ He tilts his head , lips placing around the straw of his drink. A long , thoughtful sip before he holds up a finger. ❝ And y’know - isn’t there a GAME that comes with pocky ?? I remember there being SOME SORT of game. ❞ Of course , now he’s only being a dick. But as the other further prattles on , his expression melts from a playful childishness into one of listening and understanding , nodding his head once every few seconds to signal he’s taking it all in. ❝ So going turbo . . . ❞ It’s not that different from going wicked - it is in the sense of what it actually entails , but since there’s a whole TERM & FEAR of it , a whole thing that that sort of thing isn’t something you want to do , Cyrus can pick out little similarities. And he shrugs , taking another sip. ❝ Going turbo’s kind of just . . . doing whatcha want. Something you weren’t meant to do. And it’s not always bad but . . . it’s discouraged. Did I get that right ?? ❞ He probably didn’t - but he’s trying.

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( rcsyredcheeks‌ )

Ariella hadn’t noticed that she was being too n i c e once again. It was like second n a t u r e to her, she got it from her m o t h e r. With her b r i g h t smiles and r o s y cheeks, her b r o w n eyes looked up at him. “Well, you’re a w o n d e r f u l individual that came from a pretty damn wonderful place.” she quotes him, bright smiles shining through o n c e more. At his words, her mouth p a r t e d slightly, b l i n k i n g a few times, she n i b b l e s on her b o t t o m lips and lets out a small c h u c k l e under her breath, her eyes meeting the g r o u n d for a split second. “I – uh.. i’m sorry?” she apologizes, looking back up at the other. Now a s h y smile forming. “I see no r e a s o n to not be smiley, especially when I know you won’t do any h a r m towards me.. my m o t h e r always told me to be k i n d to others until they show any sign of t h r e a t, such as a p p l e s. she told me to stay a w a y from a p p l e s. And I wouldn’t call you a s t r a n g e r… Sure we don’t know each other, but from my i m p r e s s i o n of you.. you seem like a really g o o d person.” 

        IF IT’S ONE TALENT HE HAS , he’s good at reading people. And he can easily read her with how she gives away such . . . kind , trusting words : she’s an honest girl , means what she says. It’s nice to see genuinely nice people - and there was maybe a time where he was more like that. More willing to trust and believe in the best of people , that immediately they wouldn’t turn on him when the chips were down. He wishes he was able to still be like that , give his heart away to nearly everyone in sight. ❝ You really think that ?? Of some random , nonsensical , BLONDE GUY you just met ?? ❞ He chuckles. ❝ That’s kind of awesome. I mean , what if I’m evil ?? What if I’m secretly plotting world domination or some shit n’ you don’t even suspect a thing ?? Hell , I COULD have stolen the Evil Queen’s spellbook. I could have. ❞ A pointed finger and a wink as he takes a breath , surveying the area once his arms fold. And then brown eyes meet equal as he shakes his head. ❝ Nah , I’m . . . I’m messin’ with you. My last name’s Goode anyway ; granted , I don’t think I’m THAT cool of a guy , but if you say so . . . Thanks. ❞ Even though he was convinced there was something more wicked to him ; especially giving where his bloodline ran. 

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( lvnariism‌ )

“ you got it, babe,” she deadpans, giving cyrus a megawatt smile ; it’s too bright to be true. “ i’m hanging out with you —- shouldn’t that say something? ” she props herself up on her elbows from where she lies on the floor, turning a curious gaze to whatever he’s pulling out from his bed. when it’s revealed to be an ouija board, she sits up with interest. “ oh, that’s your idea of fun? wasn’t sure what you’d be hiding under there. ” a smirk plays on ruby lips. “ what kind of ghost do you have in mind? ” 

              ❝ UH , YEAH. I mean , you said that any thrill would do. And what’s more thrilling than tryin’ to chat up our friends on the other side ?? ❞ The grin he’s cracked is full of mischief and genuine joy , setting the ouija board upon the thick blankets on his bed and sitting back to give her space. His fingers run over the creases in the wood , the etched out letters and the painted patterns - he’s a little excited. ❝ Dunno yet. I’m not lookin’ for any kind of ghost specifically - except , y’know , preferable not a ghost that isn’t a DICK. Don’t feel like arguing with the dead today. ❞   

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@inmvdreams said : ❛ ❝  i guess any thrill will do.❞ ❜

      Words make almond hues widen , witch suddenly feeling a wave of excitement wash over him gently. ❝ Any thrill ?? ❞ He asks , making sure he heard their words correctly - but he doesn’t give them a moment to repeat themselves before looking around and then back into their eyes. ❝ We should , like , go somewhere tonight. Sneak out. Have fun. I dunno exactly where - but have you ever gotten lost before ?? It’s so fun to try n’ find your way back. ❞   

hozier lyric meme: pt. one

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@oflostdreamers said : ❛ ⎈ ( you choose who it's for )❜

011. a secret letter

              to karma ,

              So about that revolution.               I’ve been unfortunately informed by a third party of advisors that are certainly not my mother that a revolution at this time may prove futile since the state of Auradon is already in hysterics. So what I should is advise that we don’t wait for making plans of this and you don’t take everything I’ve said as a joke. Because it is not a joke.

               cyrus.

send in “ ⎈ ” for a randomised letter written from my muse to yours.

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@nightncir ( elissia ) said : ❛ ❝  what did you bury ?❞ ❜

       Cyrus is never normally one who hesitates before speaking - granted , it’s not that he doesn’t think. He DEFINITELY thinks , but way too fast. And he has to stop and think this time to try and figure out what old friend means by the word ‘ bury. ’ So it’s a few moments of silence before his eyes glance up at her and he asks , ❝ Y’mean literally or metaphorically ?? If it’s the LATTER , if I tell you there’ll be no MYSTERY to me and you won’t have a reason to stick around me anymore , but if it’s the former , just a good fortune sigil somewhere in the university’s courtyard. Everyone deserves some good luck right now. ❞

hozier lyric meme: pt. one

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@lvnariism said : ❛ ❝  i guess any thrill will do.❞ ❜

        ❝ So to put it bluntly - you find me thrilling. ❞ Witch grins widely , leaning back and offering the other a wink. But he knows that’s probably not what she means - or is it ?? Hard to tell. But he reaches underneath his bed , pulling on a board-like object hard to see from its current position. ❝ But I’ve got a fun idea. ❞ When he pulls it up fully , his eyebrows pop twice. ❝ Ouija. Wanna talk to some ghosts ?? ❞         

hozier lyric meme: pt. one

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( intckycs‌ / pocky ! )

        «♡»  a  soft  laugh  spills  from  glossy  lips  and  pocky  nods,  picking  up  a  red  skittle  and  popping  it  into  his  mouth.  ❝  let  me  know  when  your  big  boy  galaxy  brain  figures  it  out.  i’d  offer  my  assistance,  but  tragically,  i  don’t  know  shit  about  history.  video  games  don’t  really  have  many  revolutions,  you  know  ?  ❞  he  leans  forward  to  rest  his  head  in  his  hand,  purple  eyes  flickering  between  cyrus  and  the  small  pile  of  skittles  in  front  of  him.  ❝  where  you’re  from  …  oz,  right  ?  i  don’t  mind  being  called  wicked,  either  —  well,  at  least,  i  don’t  think  i  mind.  there  aren’t  really  any  rules  where  i’m  from,  so  there’s  not  really  a  …  wicked  versus  good  spectrum,  you  know  ?  well,  so  long  as  you  don’t  go  turbo  and  shit.  so,  i  think  being  called  wicked  is  fine  by  me.  ❞  he  hums,  gaze  shifting  back  to  cyrus  as  a  small  smile  tugs  at  his  lips.  ❝  mm  …  can’t  it  be  both  ?  i  like  you  and  want  to  share,  but  also  …  i’m  not  big  on  lemon  flavoured  things.  or  grape  flavoured  things,  so  …  you  can  have  those  ones.  but  …  ❞  he  picks  up  a  single  red  skittle  and  holds  it  out  to  cyrus.  ❝  here  !  we  all  know  strawberry  flavoured  things  own  my  heart,  so  consider  this  a  token  of  my  love.  ❞  *✧｡⋆

           ❝ Why thank you for such a MEANINGFUL GIFT. ❞ And the witch grins , taking the strawberry skittle and holding it up close , observing it like some sort of precious gem instead of a small piece of candy like it actually is. ❝ If you view sweets as some token of love or that shit , remind me next time to give you an apple-flavored jolly rancher the next time I get my hands on a bag of those. ❞ And the skittle disappears into his mouth , blonde shrugging as he leans forward. ❝ BUT , back to the topic at hand , you gotta explain to me what goin’ turbo means. I mean , is it , like , the same thing as being Wicked , or . . . ? ❞ There’s a genuine interest as he stares straight at Poppy , tattooed hand propping up his chin as big brown eyes bat their eyelashes - a small smile placed on his lips. ❝ Because in Oz , when you go wicked , you may as well just be signin’ a death sentence since you know nobody’s gonna side with you after that. Granted , people sometimes throw that term around to people they don’t remotely LIKE , but . . . I won’t lie , it’s kinda fucked. ❞ 

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( lvnariism‌ )

“ who gives a fuck? ” selene laughs again. “ half of them already think it’s one of us who took it, and they’re not gonna stop blaming us until the identity of the actual culprit comes out. ooh, i’m on the list of suspects. maybe i even was the one who did it! scary. ” she’s far too blithe about the ordeal, but what else can she do but joke about it? insisting she didn’t do it won’t stop people from pointing fingers and throwing dirty looks at her ; she may as well have fun with it. she’s angry enough as it is. “ aw, you poor thing. don’t worry, your ego will bounce right back. ” 

“ you always need a potions book, cy. even if it’s one you made yourself. you never know when you’ll need to know what goes with what, otherwise you’ll end up doing the opposite of what you wanted. ” totally not speaking from experience. “ i mean, what are you gonna do with a glass slipper? start a new trend? but yeah, i get what you mean. which narrows it down to someone with magic, or someone who wants to learn how to use it. of course, we don’t know why. nefarious purposes or not? morally grey is a thing. ”

         ❝ Glad to see you’ve got such consideration for me n’ my feelings. ❞ He snarkily adds , crossing his arms - but he thinks she doesn’t mean it. . . . Does she ?? Selene’s someone who’s hard to read , and CYRUS , who knows at least he has a talent for reading people , finds it frustrating as much as intriguing. Maybe it’s one of the reasons he’s drawn to her , he’s unsure - she seems like one of the people more encouraging to embrace fact his blood runs back to the Isle rather than the glimmering pillars of the Emerald palace.

          He stands , shaking his head. ❝ You’re right. Morally grey is a thing. But again , you see my point. ❞ His eyes are left to observe the people walking by , analyzing as if someone in that sea of faces could possibly be the thief - even though it isn’t so likely. ❝ I’m thinking it’s either someone who knows magic . . . or someone who wants to learn. Or , consider , ❞ he looks at Selene ,  ❝ someone who feels a certain way towards Her Royal Apple Poisoning-ness. What way ?? I don’t know. But you also have to consider the fact it’s HER book , and nobody else’s. ❞

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( hxhook‌ )

“That’s because good, little boy blue that you all call King now had to make everyone in Auradon frantic with worry. The big,bad VK’s are coming to loot and steal.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, hopefully we will find out who did it soon. I’m tired of hearing it blamed on VK’s.”

         ❝ Hey. We haven’t heard ANYTHING from him yet - I highly DOUBT he’s one of the people blaming you guys considering if anyone’s the most passionate about all of us coming together , it’s him. ❞ He never really voiced his opinion on Auradonian politics much , but he did have faith in the kid currently standing as king. Even though Ben was a little younger than him and seemed a bit . . . idealistic. ❝ I strongly believe that this isn’t something VKs did. I think it’s a ruse ; a ruse to throw the blame on you guys. I just don’t think the king’s behind it considering he made the decision to link us all up in the first place. ❞   

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( rcsyredcheeks‌ )

The brunette was n o d d i n g her head and f o l l o w i n g along to what the other was saying, a soft smile forms across her lips as it seems like he lost his train of thought during the middle of his sentence. not wanting to be discouraging, she didn’t say anything. letting the air fill with s i l e n c e as he tries to redeem himself and go back on talking about his idea of a revolution. giving them a reassuring smile, she places a hand upon his shoulder. “hey, i know this really s u c k s. and it’s very w o n d e r f u l of you for wanting to do something about it.. but at this point i don’t think there’s much we can do except for trying o u r best to look for it and report s u s p i c i o u s activity. everything will be find in the end, if not we could always resort back to your r e v o l u t i o n.” she teases, bumping his shoulder slightly to lighten up his mood. 

         Eyebrows raise at her optimism - he’s almost reminded of his MOM  , the voice of Oz meant to spread hope and peace and quell the worries of a hysteric people. Yet often , they might’ve not even listened to HER , as great as her talents and as sweet as her words were. Arms crossed , his eyes glance to the shoulder nudge and he tilts his head to curiously look the brunette in the eye. ❝ I mean , I do come from a place where some people are pretty damn wonderful. ❞ He wouldn’t say the same for himself , however , if he were to speak honestly. In OZ , the people dubbed as such proved themselves to NOT be as wonderful as the public believed. A cowardly man behind a curtain would forever preach the rhetoric that he was all-powerful , all-good - yet , lies uncovered proved him to be the exact opposite. And it was hard to think that the witch himself came from some an individual , but as his mother said , it seemed to be the truth. ❝ Are you normally this SMILEY with weird strangers who talk about planning an uprising or . . . ?? ❞

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( @gionamim )

            ❝ SO. ❞ He’s not entirely focused ; no , witch’s eyes remained glued to an intricate pendant sitting on the table in his dorm , lollipop stick hanging from his mouth as he continues to work. His hands move to take the wax of a melted candle and drizzle it upon the pentagram pattern of the pendant , focused on the spell he’s attempting to cast as he speaks to the other. ❝ So when you said you wanted to learn magic , where did explain you plan on startin’ ?? Because , like , there’s a LOT. Took me a lil’ bit to get where I am now , so. ❞

[museinspo]

“You do care. You care so much it’s eating you away. You hate the fact that you care so much but it’s the only thing you know how to do but you constantly lie to yourself just so you can get through the day.”

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