#i was so sick yesterday waugh

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467: rewatching haikyuu!! have more nondominant hand art

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One day, Movie Ronnie wakes up and finds herself in AU Westerberg. Movie Veronica: What the FUCK is going on here. Since when does the Snappy Snack Shack have a 7-11 built into it? I got lost on the way to school because the school is on the opposite side of town now, and I almost drove into the Ohio River that’s suddenly in its place! I… wuh… HUH?! Kurt and Ram are still ALIVE?! Are they… kissing? Oh gooooood. Whaddya mean Betty’s dead?! How’d she die?! She was a Heather?!! Why is Martha following me around? We’re friends now? Since when?! I mean… THAT I don’t mind, that’s the least weird thing that’s happening to me this morning…

Tracey: -leaning over to Dan whispering- Why is Winona Ryder here, let alone yelling at us?

Dan: …I’m not… sure…

Ram: Is it bad I’m kinda turned on by her aggressive confusion?

Tracey & Dan: Yes.

JD: -walks up behind Movie Veronica and gets her in a hug-Hey, Veronica! Check out the new Dinosaurs Attack! cards I- -gets viciously elbowed and his foot stomped on- WAUGH. God, Veronica…!?

Movie Veronica: GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO. I told you we were THROUGH, JD!

JD: -extremely confused- G-good morning to you too, sheeeeesssh….

-The next day-

JD and Dan: -hesitantly approach Veronica-

JD: Are you… feeling better today, Veronica?

Veronica: -turns around and has a warped expression on her face that makes even JD look unsettled- So you gonna finally man up and join me in killing everyone in this school?! -holds up an already bloody kitchen knife and licks the blood off-

JD: -completely flabbergasted- I’m sorry, WUHAT?! -mutters- …kinda late now that I used my old Hawkins bomb… -mutters-

Dan: -visibly scared and starts backing away- Oh god no, it’s the Grace Victoria Cox version from Paramount Network! -pulls the fire alarm, grabs JD’s arm and runs-

Paramount Veronica: Mmn, I do like it when they run. -follows in the confused crowd of students making their way outside-

-In Paramount Sherwood-

AU Veronica: July 14, 198X -scribbles out the year- 2018 (?) Dear Diary. As you know, I woke up yesterday to find myself in what I think was a joke I wasn’t in on. Everyone just spontaneously singing. I didn’t see Dan or Jamie, I guess they were sick. Today I still don’t see my friends, but instead I think I somehow … uh what’s that show Jamie likes again… Quantum Jump? Anyway I think I’m having my own Quantum Jump dilemma because now I’m apparently forward in time where everyone is obsessed with little flat screen Jetsons computers. I don’t know why people call them phones, they don’t look like the phones I know… Betty keeps asking me about some murdered girl called Lucy McCord, and I keep telling her I have no idea who that is. Also apparently Martha’s cousin Shelby is here? I greatly miss the singing from the other day, Diary. At least it was kinda comforting…

SISSIISK HEY SWAP AU NOW

IN WHICH MUSICAL VERONICA WAKES UP AS MOVIE VERONICA IN THE MOVIE UNIVERSE

AND MOVIE VERONICA WAKES UP AS MUSICAL VERONICA IN THE MUSICAL UNIVERSE

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Tag 8 people you want to know better

Thank you for the tag @torterragarden 🥺

Favorite Color: I dig cool colors and black also cuz it’s easier to match with lmao

Last Song I Listened to: One Last Goodbye by Klergy because I rewatched the ending of the Magicians and wanted to save it to my playlist

Favorite Musicians: been digging Bryce Vine lately, juice wrld, ajr, panic, etc...mostly I like songs before groups

Last Film I Watched: it’s been a while but I think it was probably Howl’s Moving Castle

Last Show I Watched: the Magicians but that was like just the last few eps so it’s actually Legend of Korra tbh

Favorite Characters: I’ve been reading a lot of interactive fiction lately and I super dig Chase and Tallys from Shepherds of Haven, Nazeri and Trace from Greenwarden, and also Howl, Margo Hanson, Eliot Waugh, Fujin and Jade, Marian Hawke, and Tabris from dao. (My hundred and one ocs are here in spirit too skdkfkgkgl)

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savory, and sweet too but too much of it makes me feel sick

Sparkling Water, Tea, or Coffee: Coffee usually, but sometimes tea because I have this blueberry stuff I like

Pets: none of my own but my dad and step mom got Cinder when we were younger and yesterday I went w my uncle and his gf to pick out their new puppy, maizy

I’m tagging everybody...no one is safe, all you need is the want to talk about yourself 😌 you’re already tagged, you can’t escape

[themagiciansreccenter]

Five@Five: @physicalkideliot

As a part of our author spotlight, we’ve asked each writer to highlight 5 fics and tell us a little about their experience writing (or reading) them.

"The Kind of Person I Wanna Be" @dwarven-beard-spores

"When he squinted his eyes, he could almost believe he was looking at a sophisticated man. His clothes were nice. His mess of curls was probably all wrong, but he didn’t know what all right looked like so he gave it a pass for now. He was somehow both fatter than he wanted and taller than he wanted, and even though he’d only bought these clothes six months ago, his arms and legs were already too long to fit them properly. He didn’t have nice shoes so he went barefoot, and he decided to pretend that he was a luxurious millionaire who had no need of nice footwear when he was spending the night alone in his apartment. The rain masked most of the farm noises, and he could pretend it was raining in the city." 

 This one was from a conversation I had with @dwarven-beard-spores one night about our Eliot themed head canons and it was the first work someone took the time to write for me. I think it will always hold a special place with me. 

"Eliot Waugh and the Case of the Cocooned Conjurers" @all-hale-eliot

“Because, madam, the corpses found previously had bank notes on their persons, discovered after the wrappings were removed at Brakebills,” he said, speaking of the graduate-level school of magical pedagogy where some magicians—myself included—had learned their trades and discovered their specialties. 

“Then explain the wrappings,” Quinn challenged the tall detective, and Waugh looked thoughtful for a moment. Fogg knelt down and used a thin knife to cut through the bands of material. They gave way after a moment and snapped upward, like thick industrial cable. 

“They were not used to subdue the victim,” Waugh noted, pointing. “Look there.” 

Honestly, just the idea of Eliot as Sherlock. I am in love. I love the quips and the wit and Eliot and these characters fit so well with this AU and I am so glad Lexi imagined it. 

"Sharing Skin" @oneeyeddestroyer

"Without waiting for his response, she rises from the couch and starts to make her way upstairs. Eliot nods his tacit agreement and pushes himself to his feet. He catches up to Margo in two strides; she reaches her hands behind her, a simple peace offering for a complicated situation. Acknowledging the weight of the gesture, Eliot laces his fingers into hers and allows her to lead him upstairs. When they reach the bathroom, Margo drops one of Eliot’s hands so she can open the door. A quick dance of her fingers around each other causes the candles lining the tub to ignite, one by one. The warm flickering illuminates the room with a soft glow. Something in the way the light catches Eliot’s face breaks Margo’s heart, and she reaches up to cup his chin, stretching onto her toes to be able to reach. Eliot’s face contorts in confusion. He is completely thrown by the softness of her touch, but it is most certainly welcome." 

Honestly, this is what I want to be when I grow up. I admire her writing so much. She has a way with words that just draws you in and I am just amazed with each story I read. 

"The Golden Tile" @highkingfen

"Eating his oatmeal, looking outside, the young magicians started to realize that, despite always looking for time alone like this, whenever he or Eliot was going to the city, they always end up missing each other. Maybe it was that they had been pulled from one another so many time and now they literally had to live together, but there was always an anxiety rising in Quentin's chest when Eliot wasn't around for more than a few hours. 

Or maybe it's because you've been thinking about him yesterday when you masturbated and now you feel guilty. 

Annoyed by his own mind talking to him, Quentin quickly threw the dirty bowl into the sink and went outside to start the day. Soon the dairy farmer that was selling them cheese and unpasteurized milk would come deliver their weekly goods against the few piles of money they'd gather by doing small jobs here and there with their magic. They always made sure the person asking for the service was not seeing it, but repairing a barn is easier with the Joseph Englewood spell number four than doing by hand." 

The amount of work and devotion that went into this one truly shows. Cath really did so much with this and I love it. From the Filliorian lore to the subtle details. I love it. 

"The Bed's Too Small" @thevolunteertomato

"This was another hard topic. He wasn't jealous of Margo- not in any way. She deserved to be king more than anyone. What he was jealous of, is that they were all doing something. Quentin went to get his masters, Julia was a goddess again granting miracles, Kady and Penny had worked out their issues and had kids- plural. Alice was simultaneously running the Library and Brakebills. And Eliot was lying in a bed that was far too small for him. He finally thought that'd he found something that worked. Fillory was supposed to be his life, but everything had promptly gone to shit. Then the ordeal with the quest and getting magic back, then making magic free. And the monster. He tries to stay positive or at least hopeful for Quentin’s sake but it was getting hard. Things seemed pretty bleak from his point of view. Everything he had ever had hope for turned into something terrible and worse than he'd ever feared." 

A good example of short but sweet. Credited with the shortest fic to make me cry. 

"Just Imagine Dragons...." @physicalkideliot

“This creature, whatever it is, took over and we don’t know when it’s him or if it’s him or...” 

“I have to do something.” Fen said as tears began to well up in her eyes. 

“All we can do is hope it’s not too late.” Margo whispered. 

“When I was a girl and I was sick, my father would sing lullabies to me. I don’t know any earth songs or even what Eliot’s favorite songs were.” She started to cry. 

“Hey, it’s ok, you can still sing to him if you want.” Quentin tried to comfort her. 

“I want something that will speak to his soul and his heart.” She said between tears. 

“I’m sure you’ll do fine Fen.” Quentin half smiled at her. 

“No it has to be something for him, that’s how it works.” 

“Ok... ummm.... Eliot’s songs....” 

“Dirty Dancing?” Margo chimed in. 

“He loved the movie but not sure the songs were that close to him.” Quentin said beginning to pace. 

“Ok... songs... he had to listen to music...” Quentin continued as he tried to think of a time when Eliot had music playing or any lyrics he may have quoted. 

“He listened to a variety.” Margo added. 

“Yeah but what song was like his?” Quentin stopped and looked over at Eliot and Fen. He walked over and sat next to the bed. 

“When the days are cold and the cards all fold and the saints we see are all made of gold...” Quentin started singing. 

“Really? Is it all just Imagine Dragons and Taylor Swift with you?” Margo quipped from the doorway. 

“I think he likes it.” Fen spoke after a moment. 

“Really?” Margo looked at Eliot then Quentin. 

Quentin sat back down next to the bed and continued singing. 

After a bit, Fen began humming along with Quentin’s singing. 

“Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside, it’s where my demons hide, it’s where my demons hide.” Quentin finished and wiped the few tears from his eyes. 

Eliot’s eyes fluttered. 

“Eliot?” Fen sat up. 

“Where am I?” His voice was hoarse. 

One of my season 4 ideas. I like exploring the sides of Eliot not many see. Adding in a bit of vulnerability adds a different dynamic. 

There are so many amazing writers in this fandom and I am so thankful for all of them. I am truly thankful and honored to be among them. To the writers in this fandom who have given me advice and helped me become a better writer I am truly thankful. 

[justcallmeasmodeus]

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Christmas fic for @goddessjuliawicker !! Apologies for it being a year late. Time got away from me. @neitherlandslibrary

I. Hate. Snow. The words flashed across Gretchen’s mind with an angry heat intense enough to melt the sudden blizzard around her. She pulled her light sweater closer to her body as she limped along the quickly disappearing path. Every other student ran ahead, hurrying back to their cottage until Dean Fogg could correct the haywire spell one of the naturalists had attempted to cast. They wanted a few snowflakes, isolated, just enough to build a snowman. They had caused all of Brakebills to be victim to a flash blizzard; a record 4 inches had fallen campus wide in 15 minutes.

Someone Gretchen had to crutch another half mile through white-out conditions without falling, or freezing to death, or getting lost. She debated stopping to put on a warmth spell, but she couldn’t afford the time. She would be lucky to make it home without getting lost as it was.

“Gretchen!” A shaggy haired boy that shared a class with her was waving his arms and trying to get her attention. She tried, but couldn’t quite pull his name from her memory. “You’ll never make it!” He ran out and wrapped his coat around her, guiding her away from the path.

“Thanks.” Gretchen stood shivering inside the doors of the Physical Kid cottage.

“I couldn’t let you freeze out there. I’m Quentin.” He held out his hand and Gretchen shook it.

“You could have, it’s just not in good taste.” Eliot Waugh walked into the entryway, a steaming drink in either hand. “Wassail, it’ll help with the cold.”

“Thanks, but-“ Gretchen motioned with her cane in one hand and her books in the other.

“Quentin, take her books upstairs. Put them in the spare room.” Quentin grabbed her books and disappeared upstairs. “I hope you didn’t have any holiday plans, Henry said we’re on lock down until they get all of that taken care of.”

Eliot walked away, not expecting an answer.

Defeated, Gretchen hobbled away from the gaggle of laughing voices and clinking glasses. She was supposed to go home over Christmas break to see her mom, but now she was stuck at school. Worse, she was stuck in a foreign dorm house away from all of her things and friends with no pain meds and a cup of wassail.

She curled up on the couch, bringing her legs as close to her chest as she could. Tears burned at the back of her throat, but she chased the feeling with a swallow of her drink. She laid her head on her head on her good knee and took deep breaths to calm herself. The other end of the couch groaned as someone sat down.

“Look I’m not really good at this,” Quentin stammered, “especially when I don’t really know what’s wrong-“

“Quentin, it’s nice enough of you to save me from freezing to death, you don’t have to be my armchair specialist.” Gretchen offered him a tired smile. “I’ll be fine.”

“Tell me about it? Talking to Eliot and Alice always help to pull me out of … a funk.”

“This is more than a funk.” A small, helpless chuckle bubbled from her lips. “I was supposed to visit my mom for Christmas.”

“There’s always next year.” Quentin shrugged.

“You don’t understand; she’s been sick and I haven’t been able to visit. I should have visited.”

“People get sick. It happens, no big deal. It’s okay.”

“She has cancer!” Unwelcome, desperate tears fell down Gretchen’s face. “She has cancer Quentin. She’s been fighting for her life, and I’ve been here learning magic. And you know what the most idiotic, ironic part of it all is? I’m a healer! But I can’t fix myself, or help her.” Gretchen rubbed her throbbing leg absentmindedly.

“That’s fucked up.”

“Isn’t that the point though? Aren’t we all some level of fucked up?” Gretchen drained what was left of her wassail. “Not to mention, I don’t even get to spend Christmas with my girlfriend, who successfully made it to our cottage and is probably worried sick about me. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m fresh out of owls to send her a letter.”

“Look, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

“I could go for some more wassail. And an aspirin if you have any.”

“Sure thing.”

Quentin got up off the couch and headed off. Gretchen rubbed her face and sighed. This was not how she wanted to spend Christmas at all. She tried to look at the bright side, but right now all she could bring to mind was extra time to study and incandescent 6 watt bulbs, colors optional.

The couch moved again, but this time the smell of  old cigarettes, booze, and stale magic gave away Eliot’s identity. Gretchen dropped her hands and sighed.

“So, do you want to ease your pain or forget the next three days?” Eliot held out his hand. Adorning his palm was a rainbow of pills in different shapes and sizes.

“… none of those looks like aspirin.”

“Honey, I surpassed aspirin in the 10th grade.”

“I don’t … so you don’t have any aspirin?”

“No.” Eliot up ended the whole handful of pills into his mouth, causing Gretchen to wince. “Relax they’re placebos. It’s a party trick, freaks Quentin out every time. I don’t have a death wish. Let me take care of your leg though.” Eliot reached out his hands above Gretchen’s leg and began tutting. She frantically grabbed them and pushed them away.

“No! No magic on my leg. I’ll deal with the pain.”

“No magic?” Eliot raised an eyebrow, a bewildered and bemused look crossing his face. “Why? Why not just have the whole thing fixed?”

“It’s part of what makes me a strong magician.”

“When they say magic comes from pain I don’t they mean physical pain…”

“Call me sentimental then, but no magic.  I’ll suffer through the pain.”

“Speaking of pain,” Eliot reached around and grabbed a mug full of wassail off the end table beside him, “I heard you needed more wassail.”

“Thanks Eliot.” Gretchen took a drink. “Why wassail?”

“Eggnog is abysmal, and salmonella is shitty. Plus wassail is warm, and it’s deathly cold outside.” The wind rattled one of the windows of the cottage and the walls creaked and strained with the storm. “Literally.”

“Don’t remind me.” Gretchen took a few deep drinks and pushed herself up off the couch. “Winter sucks, the holiday sucks, and I’m going to take a nap.”

“Second floor, third door on the left.” Eliot said, retreating back to his party and his friends.

Gretchen limped her way upstairs. She opened the door to her room and collapsed on the bed. She finally let loose all the tears that she had been holding back, and she let the loneliness and utterly defeated feeling take over her until she feel into a fitful sleep.

 Eliot sauntered into the room and collapsed on the couch between Margo and Quentin. He laid his feet in Quentin’s lap and his head in Margo’s as he let out an exhasperated sigh.

“Problem in paradise?” Margo asked, running her fingers through his hair.

“We need to give Gretchen a good Christmas.”  

“What happened to being Grinches this year?” She pouted.

“This storm has put a damper on this. Snuffed out the mood.”

“Are you making wind puns?” Quentin asked.

The door to the physical kids cottage slammed open, causing all three of them to jump. Penny strode in, shivering against the cold but still commited to sleeveless fashion.

“Well look who just blew in.” Eliot smirked, causing Margo to roll her eyes.

“Yeah well, mother nature sucks at giving blow jobs.” Penny retorted. “I hate this place.”

“Why are you here then?”

“I tried to travel off campus, and the snowstorm rerouted me on to the front stoop.”

“Look Shaggy the whole gangs here!” Eliot laughed at Quentin’s scowl at his new nickname.

“Right…” Penny side eyed the three of them,  making his way upstairs, no doubt on his way to Kady’s room.

“So, shall we my elves?” Eliot asked, getting up and heading towards the closet that held the cottage’s Christmas decorations.

“Hey if I’m a sexy elf that means I get to sit on your lap later.” Margo called after Eliot as they began turning the house into a wonderland.

 When Gretchen woke up she was starving. She checked the time, surprised to find that it was 9:00 the next morning. She had been emotionally exhausted, but she wasn’t expecting to pass out for fourteen hours. A pair of pajama’s had been placed by the bed for her, and while she had no plans to sleep any more, she wanted to get out of yesterday’s clothes and they were her only option.

She hobbled into the bathroom, grimacing as she worked through her normal morning stiffness. She changed into the provided outfit and cleaned herself up before making her way downstairs to find some food. As soon as she got to the bottom she was overcome by the smell of fresh baked cookies and the sweet, musky oder that could only come from fresh cut pine.

In the kitchen she found fresh coffee and cookies with a friendly sign that read ‘help yourself’. Eliot was dressed in a pair of silk pajamas and had an apron wrapped around his waist as he pulled more cookies out of the oven. He turned around and offered Gretchen a warm smile.

“Merry Christmas! You’re the last one up, so head to the library.”

“What is all of this? Yesterday there were no decorations and now it looks like the North Pole threw up in here.”

“Some stereotypes exist for a reason.” Eliot shrugged.

Gretchen grabbed her coffee cup and made her way to the library. A giant pine had been put up where two of the bookshelves used to be, and underneath was a handful of pristinely wrapped presents. For a moment Gretchen allowed herself to forget about her pain and just absorb the majesty of the tree. Eliot’s usual gang  were all hanging around the tree, drinking coffee and dressed in pajama sets.  They were all paired off on the couches surrounding the tree, with a spot left open next to Margo.

“Good morning.”  Gretchen murmered as she sat down next to Margo.

“Good morning sugar plum.” Margo smiled.

It was a smile Gretchen had seen a hundred times from a hundred different people. It was  a smile she despised, despite its innocent intentions. Margo had never noticed Gretchen before, and had never said two words to her, mean or otherwise. Now a pity smile spread across her face.

“Can I leave now?” Penny asked, rolling his eyes.

“No, for a few hours we are going to sit here together and exchange presents and have a good time.” Eliot said as he walked in with a plate of cookies. “It’s not going to kill you. Besides, there’s even a present for you.”

“When did you have time to do all this? How did you have time to do all of this?” Penny asked.

“I didn’t sleep. Neither did Margo. We took a bunch of uppers and went to London through our pub portal and had some fun. Now, who’s first?”

Eliot handed out gifts to everyone, and Gretchen was content to watch this group of friends open their gifts and to just be included in the festivities. Penny opened a ugly Christmas sweater, sleeveless of course, Kady opened new combat boots, Alice a giant stuffed horse, and Quentin got more Fillory memorabilia. Margo got Eliot a brand new bottle of his favorite scotch, and he got Margo a new outfit from a high end fasion name that Gretchen didn’t recognize.

“Don’t think that we forgot you Gretchen. You’re in our group today.” Eliot handed her an envelope that was stuck in the branches of the tree.

Gretchen tore it open. Inside was a note from Dean Fogg himself, giving her a free week long vacation once the mess outside was cleaned up, regardless if winter break was over or not. Gretchen looked up with pure graditude in her eyes.

“How did you?”

“Henry owed me a favor.” Eliot shrugged, and further pestering was interrupted by the sound of the cottage door being flung open. “Oh good, the other half of your present is here.” Eliot walked into the entry way and came back, Gretchen’s girlfriend trailing behind him.

“Rana? How?”

“It stopped snowing, and Dean Fogg came and escorted me over here. He said it’s going to take them a few days to get the snow taken care of, and it’s still cold as fuck outside, but at least we can spend Christmas together.  Oh, and I brought your meds.”

Rana came and took Margo’s place on the couch, who proceeded to take a seat on Eliots lap in an armchair that he pulled up to their circle.

“Eliot, I…” Gretchen began.

“You don’t need to do thank me or anything. I usually spend Christmas alone or with Henry, so this is a nice change. I enjoyed my time as a Hallmark movie director.”

“At least let me give you a gift.” Gretchen got up and walked into the kitchen, gathering together a scrap piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled down a spell that she created (and was very proud of) and slipped it into an evelope.

Eliot opened it with mild amusement, followed by bewildered confusion as he tried to think through the spell that was before him.

“Wait, is this what I think it is?”

“The spell to cure a hangover.  Complete with variations for preffered flavors. Works for both drugs and alcohol.”

A new respect shown in Eliot’s eyes as he looked up from the paper.

“You know what I think?” He asked no one in particular. “I think this is the perfect excuse to see how much wassail we can drink, so we can put this new present to good use.”

“Gretchen?” Rana asked, pulling her to her chest and nestling her head on her shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Can we come back next year?”

[blixa-bargeld]

WAUGH IM OK!!! I HAD TO LOOK AFTER MOZ YESTERDAY BECAUSE HE WAS SICK!!! HE’S BETTER NOW AND I MISSED YOU SO BADLY WAUGH!!!

Blog runner: Sorry for being inactive yesterday! I had to drive to my sisters wedding. But I’m back now!