#quentin coldwater app

[deadcityhq]

CHARACTER NAME: quentin coldwater CHARACTER FACECLAIM: jason ralph CHARACTER AGE/DOB (if relevant/they're not old af): 27 at time of death june 2nd, 2023 / born july 20th 1995 CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: any pronouns, agender, bisexual/romantic/bit-of-an-idiot CHARACTER FANDOM (if relevant): the magicians OC OR CANON: canon CHARACTER TYPE (for example: werewolf, shadowhunter, warlock, demon etc): magician/warlock/u know,,, magic fuck HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN NEW YORK/WHY ARE THEY THERE ETC: born and raised in new jersey but moved to new york for school, both the normal kind and then later, magical. he's currently been back for about a week bc yes he was busy in the pre-afterlife yelling about it all, poor penny IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION TO NOTE AND SHARE (this could be important headcanons for initial plotting, mini bios etc, supporting docs):

growing up, quentin was the kind of kid that often found escape in fictional worlds. this became more intense when he met his lifelong best friend, julia wicker, who in turn introduced him to the fillory and further books. this kicked off quentin's love and fascination with magic, even leading to him leaning sleight-of-hand magic. these books and the world of magic in general continued to be an escape for quentin, especially as he grew older and it began to be a little harder for him to ignore how out of step with the world he felt. escaping into these books was a comfort most days, and a life line on his darkest days-- including his first hospitalisation at 16. quentin longed to find belonging, to have a purpose and meaning in life, and often dreamed of escaping to fillory and finding something greater to commit his life to.

of course, this wasn't possible. so he did what every depressed, escapist kid does: over achieves and gets into a good university and studies literature.

until, somehow, when he was supposed to be interviewing to take his masters at yale, his world changed entirely for a different reason.

discovering that magic was real, and that there was a school for him to go on and study at… it changed quentin's life. meeting the people he did, changed his life. and while not all of it was easy, he still felt like he had a purpose. through every twist and turn: discovering fillory was real, becoming a king, mourning friends, experiencing intense trauma, killing a god, killing another one to free a friend, it was all worth it because, finally, he'd found a path. a purpose. a true calling in life and a place he belonged.

until it killed him.

dying to save his friends, sure, maybe that was a good thing. a worthwhile death. but… in all honesty, quentin was angry when he was met in the afterlife by an old friend trying to convince him to move on and cross over. like, honestly, what the fuck? after all that, after everything--

no fucking way was he going quietly.

he isn't sure how long he fought with those fuckers in the underworld, but he knows it was a long time. he had Things To Say, okay, a case to plead, people to piss off with his non-stop-talking. eventually, some-fucking-how, it actually worked. they got so pissed off with him or rather, penny specifically did, and pointed him to the exit.

now, it's been about a week since his return to earth and 'life' and… it's been a bit weird. sometimes he doesn't feel entirely connected. his magic is a little bit wonky. sometimes explosive, even. and he keeps sleep walking and ending up in graveyards. creepy. but he figures he'll get his shit together eventually. surely everyone is a bit weird coming back from the dead, right? he's pretty determined to find death though and talk it through. yes, just talk. of course. nothing else. maybe he should find his friends first--

THREE AESTHETICS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR CHARACTER:

gold painted between cracks in pottery

a broken, chipped tea cup you can't seem to part with

old books with endless annotations

ADMIN ANDY APP.

[thenon-binaryone]

Moments of J.J.’s Life

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JJ drunk facetimes Quentin one night their first year away at college.

It's an ungodly hour because they forget in their inebriated state that Jersey is three hours ahead of California. Still, Quentin answers because he will always answer the phone for his daughter, even at ass o’clock in the morning, so it doesn’t matter. At first, he’s a bit panicked about why they’re calling in the middle of the night, let alone from a party. Then, once he strings together enough of what they're trying to say through the garbled audio of the phone speaker, he just laughs.

“How the hell did you and Pa make me if you met in college of all places? All these people are fucking imbeciles— they can’t even look each other in the eyes.”

And Quentin looks over at Eliot, who’s since rolled over on his front, snoring away without a care in the world as he smiles at his dear husband of fifteen years. And he looks back at their daughter, who’s over 2,000 miles away at a party he knows she would rather not be at, somehow smiling brighter for ass o’clock in the morning.

“Someday, you’ll find someone who makes you feel stupid. But after a while, you’ll realize they feel just as stupid about you, too. Then you’ll know how we did it.”

For a long time, JJ won’t get what he means, thinking they misheard him over the atrocious cover of Basket Case the band 10 feet from them plays, in the cramped backyard they currently find themself in.

But the decades pass, magic consumes them, and a wormhole at the bottom of a well throws them into the past (which, by all accounts, is not the weirdest thing they’ve been through). 

And somehow, despite never having attended Brakebills the first time around, they find themself sitting on one of the many couches inhabiting The Physical Cottage, a handcrafted cocktail in hand thanks to Eliot and a cat in their lap thanks to some nature kid. They’re mostly doing a mix of dissociating and people-watching as they take sips of the overly sweetened drink and petting the orange tabby named Daisy; when the familiar opening guitar riff and sweet warble of Billie Joe Armstrong’s voice blares out of the speakers they’d helped Margo set up not five hours earlier.

They can’t help but look over at Eliot and Quentin sitting knee to knee on the couch across from them, watching as Eliot all but rolls his eyes as he registers what song is playing, giving Quentin a look.

“Oh god, I gotta go turn this off. Green Day is so not the mood right now.”

He puts a hand on Quentin’s knee as he gets up to yell at whatever grimy first year dared to interrupt his carefully curated party playlist— while what will be one of the many times Quentin absolutely silently loses it over Eliot Waugh and his charm. He blushes, for Christ's sake.

They look away, having seen enough of the moment to already be reminded of the bits and pieces of the phone call they once had with Quentin. That night, now decades gone, yet just as unremarkable then as it was now.

[itsminimes]

He's a merman. The story writes itself.

[newagegs]

name: quentin coldwater age: 27 at time of death june 2nd, 2020. date of birth: july 20th 1992 fandom: the magicians faceclaim: jason ralph height: 5'8 pronouns/gender identity/sexual+romantic identity: no fucks for pronouns, comfortable with any. agender. bibibi + poly. where have they been living since the return snap: n/a, he been vibin in the after life bruh what have they been doing personally and/or professionally since the return snap: see above,, dead boi if they are part/have ever been a part of SHIELD or the avengers team, when did they join and why: n/a hasn’t joined yet do they currently live in the avengers compound: nope moral alignment: chaotic good dusted in the snap or not: nopeee if they weren’t dusted, what did they get up to in those five years, be as brief or in depth as you want: honestly kinda n/a coz ya know. he died a year later. but !!! what a fun year that was for hiiiimmm. including a super fun quest to restore wellspring magic after he... kinda killed a god and got it shut off. then a lovely six months of having to deal with the fact one of his best friends was possessed by a nameless, terrifying god. all a pretty normal time really. not traumatising at all. of course the end of that was his own death. but ya know, he got to save his friends and the world. so... win? since then, he’s been vibing in the underworld and trying to piss off hades. in fact, that reminds him... he has another complaints to make...  ramble a bit about them, their past, what their current motivations are: for his entire life, quentin has felt out of step. like he had no true purpose, no place in his life. more often than not, he felt like a failure and a fuck up. no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find meaning. not in reality, at least. he found his escape in books. in fictional worlds. specifically, the world within the fillory and further books. quentin found comfort in that world, in the magic within. he didn't care if it was 'juvenile', he always dreamed of finding fillory one day. of going there, and never leaving. of finding a purpose. of finally meaning something somewhere. he never could have predicted what actually happened. july 2015 was when everything changed for quentin. recently checked out of a mental health clinic, and on the road to attending yale university for a master degree, quentin's path diverged and he found it led him to brakebills university. discovering that magic was real changed quentin's life. meeting the people he did, making incredible friends and learning how to use his powers gave quentin a new outlook on life. admittedly, none of it was exactly easy. facing a beast. discovering fillory was real, becoming a king and killing a god among other things-- it's been quite the ride. one he thought he would never return to given the whole, dying thing. but it seems, the universe has other plans for quentin coldwater. it just... took some time. 

in spite of what he may believe about himself, quentin is the default hero type. he needs to be needed, he wants to fit in and have a deeper purpose. death hasn’t changed that. coming back, fighting his way back through insane circumstance, he’s more determined than ever to do good. kinda makes sense that he practically gets spat back out at the avengers compound... 

one plot idea, big or small, you’d like to do with them: im legit bringing him in to get him involved in all the upcoming magic and gods shit!!  but also let him take someone to fillory for funsies ok. let him bond with everyone and do some good.

[bilestat]

this is not a temporary love

Happy Birthday, @bitchesoffillory!

[potato-awesome]

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[highstrungbabyboy]

The magicians amino

Hey there all you magic and fillory lovers! Do you love magic? Is it in your soul? And the most importantly— do you love queliot? Cause boy let me tell ya, I sure do!😏🍑🍆 peaches and plums mother fuckers, am I right?!

Come join us! This place is filled with lots of wonderful people— well there’s not a lot— we sometimes have about maybe 7 people on? But lately we’ve had some newcomers pop up! So come on down and look around! We’re a nice bunch! Although some of us are pretty kinky🌝 but that’s just us! uwu

So come look around and chat with us! If you wanna join I’ll leave the link down here below! Hope to see some new faces from here join the place! Have a good one and stay safe everyone!

[ghost-woods]

being part of a polyamorous relationship that includes "het" pairings doesn't make a character less queer

eliot is shown repeatedly to be queer. he has a strong preference for men but is still *queer* (and identified as such by Hale)

quentin is bi no matter what gender his partner is

neither of them is erased or made any less bi/queer by being with a woman or by being in a polyamorous relationship that involves a woman

fully fuck off with that nonsense. we have little enough good polyamory representation on tv as is and you're not going to drag that into your biphobic bullshit

[luxaeternags]

OOC INFO

name / alias: alex pronouns: they/them or he/him age: 26 timezone: gmt triggers: in the server already hex code: ^^^ discord id: ^^

BASIC CHARACTER INFO

character name: quentin coldwater. character age / birthdate: 27 / september 26th 1993  character faceclaim: jason ralph hogwarts house / former school: n/a, quentin never attended a magical school until his entrance to brakebills university. side (order, death eaters, neutral): neutral, ish. it’s complicated. he’s aware of the order though through dumbledore and fogg’s connections. occupation: n/a he’s just Got Back heh ships / anti-ships: just in case we get anymore magicians charas i guess i just: julia and quentin are platonic soulmates only ok thats the tea. emoji: P L U M !!!

EXTENDED CHARACTER INFO

personality: brave, reckless, melancholy, determined, dedicated, protective. past: quentin grew up with no knowledge that magic was actually real. he always felt out of place, like there was something huge missing in his life. he spent his time escaping into the fantasy world of the fillory and further books. it was pretty much the only thing that kept him alive and going through life and multiple suicide attempts. but the truth was: it was all real. fillory. magic. all of it. why though, was his magical potential never discovered until later life? because it was dictated to be this way. this timeline is the 40th timeline quentin has lived through. each one, minor details are changed in order to test, to find out if it will be ‘the one’ that works in defeating ‘the beast’. in this timeline, two simple details were changed: quentin and his best friend julia would not have their magical potential discovered until later in life, and julia would also be rejected from brakebills university. the good part? it worked. the bad part? in spite of all the good they did and all they achieved, things still got... messy. quentin became a king in the land he had spent all of his life adoring, but he lost so much along the way and honestly, was a pretty shitty king anyway. but hey, he killed a god? that’s pretty cool, right? wrong. quentin’s actions set off a chain of events that led to the switching off of all magic, for those that drew from the wellspring at least. a quest for keys and unleashing a monstrous few gods later and quentin... well. he died. that was six months ago. six months in the afterlife before now-- he’s opening his eyes to the world once more with no clue how he got here. all he remembers is a distant voice in his head, calling for him to wake up. present: he been in the afterlife bitches, wakey wakey quentin. however, dumbledore and fogg were always aware of one another, and the order of the phoenix has been mentioned to quentin etc in passing. now, with no idea what has happened to him and how he’s back, quentin wakes up in london and draws the attention of the aurors special team that detect the intense magical disturbance his return caused, but also john constantine who arrives first. headcanons: -quentin has no need for a wand, given the different type of magic he uses and draws upon. he's never had a wand and never intends to use one. -quentin's discipline of magic is the repair of small objects or, minor mendings. while he has a wide range of talents across the board and is a highly dedicated learner, this is quentin's speciality. at first, he thought it was pointless and disappointing. he's since changed his mind drastically. -he has no idea how or why he is alive, but due to waking up in london he has his suspicions that it has something to do with jane chatwin. -his boggart would take the shape of any of his friends possessed by the nameless god. -quentin has never produced a patronus so is yet to discover that his patronus takes the shape of a phoenix. any extras: do you have a playlist, pinterest board, or other thing you want to share? this is where you’d put that!

[queliotbingo]

Queliot Bingo Rules + FAQ

We want this event to be fun, not stressful. It is meant to inspire more fics in the Queliot fandom. Here we will attempt to answer possible questions and set a few guidelines.

Rules

This challenge is meant to be fun. Repeat after me. This challenge is meant to be fun. Look to your left. You see a peach. Look to your right. You see a plum. Look ahead. Quentin Coldwater deserved better. Look at me. Hand me $20. Look at your computer screen. This challenge is meant to be fun! There are no check-ins, deadlines, or word count specifications. AKA don’t stress yourself out over hitting your QueliotBingo. If your card isn’t to your liking, DM the page or a mod and we’ll see what we can do for you.

We will not police what sort of content you are/are not allowed to write, but if you write any material that contains triggering content, you must tag it accordingly. The magicians is a show that has never shied away from triggering subject matter, and this fandom as a whole does an incredible job tackling those same subjects in fic. However, we reserve the right to reject any works that handle certain subjects tastelessly. please reach out to us if you have any specific content questions.

FAQ

1. How do I hit a bingo?

SO this lovely little image here shows all the ways you can hit a bingo. Please note you only need to hit any of these patterns on a card and not the exact square placement. IE your horizontal pattern can be on any row of the card, your vertical can be on any column, the postage stamp pattern can occur anywhere on the card, etc.

For some patterns, like Outside Corners, the pattern must be executed as shown to hit that bingo.

2. Does Quentin turning into a bird hit enough to make a fic a “wingfic?”  If there’s actually two beds but Quentin magically breaks one in half and refuses to fix it does that constitute “Only one bed?” If they only time travel back when Plum needs to so they can save Julia’s baby and not to save Quen—shit sorry, uh, thought this was the salt tumblr for a second. clears throat If they only time travel back ten seconds and not all the way back to the end of 3.5 so Eliot can tell Quentin that was me and that was you let’s go get naked does it still constitute time travel?

Yes. We’re not going to hand-hold you through your prompts. If your story is submitted to the collection and it obviously doesn’t hit the prompts (aka there are no wings in your wingfic or no evidence of soulmates in your soulmate fic), then we’ll remove it from the collection. But as we said, this is a no-stress, fun event, so just do your best. If you must ask about a prompt, feel free to ask/DM the page and we’ll do our best to address.

3. What if it takes me three years to hit QueliotBingo?

Then it takes you three years, and we’ll happily share your fics or read your art in three years. Because we’ll all still be here. Fren promised me she’d never leave me.

4. What if my story doesn’t have any Queliot in it?

Then it doesn’t count for bingo. Sorry, but we already decided on QueliotBingo, and it’s a lot of effort to change the Tumblr name.

5. It’s been two days. I don’t have my card. WHERE’S MY DAMN CARD

First off, breathe. Go look at the peach and plum from Question 1, take a bite, and DO NOT THROW IT OR ANY MUGS OR CROWNS OR SIGNED BOOKS INTO A FIRE. Second, double check the QueliotBingo tumblr posts. Make sure there isn’t a post that says “This AO3 name isn’t found but it was typed in as this” and maybe it’s yours and you or us made a typo, I mean nobody’s perfect. If you still don’t see any evidence of a card that should belong to you, ask/DM the QueliotBingo page or DM a mod.

6. I wanna see an example of a bingo card.

Fine. Here’s an example.

7. I wanna see an example of a filled in bingo card.

God, fine, you’re so freakin’ high maintenance.

8. How’d you do that shade mark thing? I dunno how to do that.

You can use a photo app your phone, an app, print it out and mark it up and send an image. Google it. Or just DM Fren, she can tell you.

Main - Dates + Sign Up - Prompts - AO3 Collection.

[chaptersonetoinfinity]

NaNoWriMo 2020: DAY ONE

Tags: #sas does nanowrimo: take four, #nanowrimo 2020

Sunday, November 1st

Stuff That Happened: No work today because it’s Sunday. Probably got an extra hour of sleep because of daylight savings time. Started my free 30-day Scrivener trial after years of avoiding it because of how intimidating it seemed, and I’m so glad I gave it a shot! I’m planning to use the 50% discount for NaNo winners after November to buy the app, so fingers crossed that I win!

Strategy: Forced myself not to edit or judge myself at this point in the progress. An abundance of caffeine. The novelty that is Scrivener.

Tomorrow’s Goal: I am taking days off work tomorrow and Tuesday to give myself a head start and make up for future days when I feel utterly depleted and can’t write for shit. So I will write like a mad bitch while I can, and get myself further ahead.

Daily Word Count: 2,563

Total Word Count: 2,563

Rough Draft Sneak Peek: Queliot Coffee Shop AU

Quentin Coldwater has two left feet, but it is a fact he has not yet shared with the man standing in front of him, suave with the confidence of Alexander fucking Hamilton from the Broadway musical but pleading with a soft, sincere question in his eyes. Quentin Coldwater also has one dozen pre-established excuses to talk himself out of occasions in which he may be required to dance and make a fool of himself, excuses which he has etched into his memory in a numbered list. But when he meets Eliot’s eyes, the excuses erase themselves from his mind, leaving a blank slate.

“I don’t know how to dance. I’ll trample over your feet,” Quentin warns, already standing up and accepting the invitation.

“Follow my lead,” is all Eliot says.

There is no drunken haze to blame for Quentin’s lack of coordination as the song starts, but whereas he usually turns bright tomato red and makes a beeline for the exit, this time he laughs as Eliot tries to steer him into some fancy formation, wobbling like some tipsy penguin. Any embarrassment he has is shadowed by the silhouette of Eliot the Greek God holding his hand and touching the small of his back.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?” Quentin asks.

[imeminemp3]

tag people you want to get to know better

tagged by @transatlantyks ty!!!

your name and then what you would have named yourself: my name is [REDACTED] but i go by rené

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them): scorpio sun, virgo moon, pisces rising

when did you join tumblr and why?: 2014, when my mum finally let me install the app

top 5 fandoms: kpop, community, tma, it, the raven cycle

top 5 favorite films: anastasia, dead poets society, penelope, the old guard, the skeleton twins

go to song when you wanna Feel something: better better, day6

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?: nada but theres Something

a song that makes you feel seen: i uhhh idrk if a song has made me feel very seen, but it’s still hard to listen to i need somebody by day6 bc its too real tm

if you could have any career: being a writer, i guess

do you have a type?: cuties

what does your heart/soul yearn for: love... being known......

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words to someone who doesn’t know you: you think i know myself that well?

favorite subjects in school: art, history and english

where does your soul feel most at home: idk bed probably... or if someone hugged me ahahahaahahahhahahhah

top 5 fictional characters: adam parrish, richie tozier, annie edison, oksana, margo hansen

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry: that one episode from [redacted], when byunghee dies in sufbb, when reid gets kidnapped in s2

the earth, the sun, the moon or the stars: moon.... gf

favorite kind of weather: when it’s warm with maybe a light breeze

top 3 characters you kin: abed nadir, richie, quentin coldwater probably.....

favorite medium of art: i do NOT know... all of them??

introvert/extrovert/ambivert: introvert... luv ppl its just vv draining!!!

a favorite literary quote: idk if it counts but “it is a serious thing to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world” from invitation by mary oliver

some of your favorite books: the raven cycle, coraline, neverwhere, the tiffany aching series, the things with wings, red white & royal blue, aristotle & dante

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?: melbourne aka where i currently live lol

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?: idk it all suuuucks but in terms of music probs the 80s

if you could play any instrument masterfully it would be: i wanna be someones hot bassist gf/bf so,,, bass

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to: idk oop

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll: no ♥

tagging: @flightlesslovers @homeinabookshelf @sadgirlkendallroy @cartoonsun

no pressure to do this tho!!

[itsminimes]

The fairytale is writing itself...

[soliyra-the-sunbringer]

Trying to re-watch The Magicians s1e1

Eliot: Quentin Coldwater?  (hops off the wall) I’m Eliot. 

Me, silently weeping into the Netflix app on my phone: (whispers) maaaaake ouuuuuuut.....

Eliot: You’re late.  Follow me. 

Me, still whispering: they.  get.  married.  (T_T)

[trumanhqs]

apps to be handled tomorrow: michael langdon, spike (btvs), and quentin coldwater

[conversationswithtv]

Trying to re-watch The Magicians s1e1

Eliot: Quentin Coldwater?  (hops off the wall) I’m Eliot.

Me, silently weeping into the Netflix app on my phone: (whispers) maaaaake ouuuuuuut…..

Eliot: You’re late.  Follow me.

Me, still whispering: .they.  .get.  .married.  (T_T)