why can't it run on love?

a muti-muse feat. characters from SyFy's The Magicians; headcanon-influenced and canon divergent, for now based mainly around S1 and S2; multiship and multiverse; cherished by Di / Spades; follow back from @enchantedxhearts

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@runcnlove-temp – an indie, semi-selective, multiship and multiverse multimuse feat. characters from SyFy's The Magicians; headcanon-influenced and canon divergent, mainly set around S1 and S2 for now; cherished by Di / Spades, she/her, a twenty-something disaster (just like my magic babies are 😉)

a study in: found family, finding yourself, fate and destiny, fear of vulnerability, what it means to be a hero, bravery of different flavors, being honest, magic, true love, soulmates...

important links: rules. | muse list. | memes. | opens. | self-promo. | credits.

statistics ( upd 19.12.24 ):

Drafts: 024

Inbox: 012

Starters: 000

Queued: 000

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I really really miss having separate dash for Magicians rp content only so I gave in and made a new blog.

I'm trying to get Photoshop to work so I can do a new promo but catch me moving to @runcnlove

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One of my favorite things is how when Magicians do a flashback they try to style Hale's obviously much longer hair in a way that it wouldn't be too obvious and yet it is and it's cute

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Also Q's hair in 4x05, only it's a reverse situation

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One of my favorite things is how when Magicians do a flashback they try to style Hale's obviously much longer hair in a way that it wouldn't be too obvious and yet it is and it's cute

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Wow... how on Earth these silly little magicians manage to get novellas out of me time and again?

Not that I'm complaining but that's not the reply length I'm particularly used to and yet whenever I sit down to write on this blog the words just come pouring out and I'm sitting here like 😮

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@runcnlove asked: 🎁 your Q, my El

Quentin found himself lost ... The mere idea that they'd lived these lives over and over in time loops, that he'd died ... gods knew how many times ... It was a lot to take in, even for someone who'd dreamt of magic being real from the the moment he picked up his first book.

"Even time has stopped. There is no longer a beginning. Is there?"

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It's probably a good thing Quentin seems to be still reeling from what he'd told him – much less than what Eliot knew, of course, but much more than any of them were informed by Henry or Jane without active prompting in the previous timeline ( something tells him that he is ought to make this plural, and the thought itself makes him itch to give them a piece of his mind, to put it mildly, all over again, but he knows ultimately it's not gonna do anything good, it's not gonna fix the messes their intentional withholding of information caused, it's not gonna bring his Q back so he just needs to do the best he can to make sure the story doesn't repeat itself in the ugly parts, or at the very least to bring the number of those parts down to bare minimum ) – because the sight of the friend-he-knows-for-only-a-couple-of-weeks Eliot looking at him with all the feelings of an Eliot who knew him ( no, not him, he has to remind himself, this is Q but it's not his Q, not yet anyway... and probably never will be, which Eliot can't decide is a good thing or a bad one ) for a lifetime and more on top of everything he's just been told could prove to be too overwhelming for the poor young magician.

And Eliot wouldn't be able to hide the way he feels if he tried at the moment.

It was easier, before, when they went over a familiar for him script of introduction and getting to know each other ( though, El did sometimes went slightly off-script, not too much, mindful of the changes he makes influencing the way the battle with the Beast would go, but just enough to be a little kinder when Q needed it, a little more obvious in his flirting... because the idea of Q being interested in him, the possibility of it, makes his heart both flutter and sink all this time we've wasted, all this time we've lost ), but something about talking about things even remotely related to the previous timeline – even if it's just the existence of timelines themselves – made the metaphorical emotion bottle he used to store Eliot40's feelings in break open, all the love and tenderness and guilt and fear and grief flooding him in a torrent so vicious it would've brought him to his knees if he was standing.

As it is, Eliot wills himself to look away from the anxious first year having an existential crisis and light a cigarette if only to busy himself with something, taking a long drag of it in an effort to numb his feelings even if just a little.

Let's not talk.

His own words come to him, said under similar circumstances in the same setting and period of their lives, and Eliot is reaching for the bottle of wine standing on the coffee table to top up Q's and his own glasses the same way he did the last time around, but Quentin's words stop him in his tracks.

Let's no talk.

The words are on the tip of his tongue, itching to get out, because talking about this makes him suddenly feel all the exhaustion of Eliot40's experience – the fight with the Beast, the kingship, the fairies, the magic keys quest, the possession... God, and he's barely 30..! well, 25 technically, in this body – all the pain, and he wants to run and hide from it as he always does.

But...

You sacrifice for the people you love.

Quentin needs to talk, that's one of their fundamental differences – Quentin often needs to talk things through, especially the hard stuff, while Eliot needs to bottle everything up, shove it in the deepest darkest corner of his mind and never think about it again, preferably – so Eliot sighs, does top their glasses up as planned because if he has to talk about this he needs to get at least tipsy, and leans back against the couch, unconsciously shifting slightly closer to the other magician in the process, the familiarity of all the years he knew Q flaring up to life in his bones even if this body never lived through them.

❛ It's not the beginning that makes the story remarkable, is it, lit geek? ❜ the nickname is fond more than anything, an attempt at injecting some levity into an otherwise pretty serious conversation, ❛ It's what the heroes go through, the lessons they learn, the things they accomplish, the lo... ❜

the love we find along the way, almost slips out, but he swallows it down with a generous gulp of wine, suddenly wishing it was something much stronger in his glass, and grins at Quentin as if he hasn't nearly blurted out the words he's been holding back for a really long time and to a Q to whom they wouldn't even matter as much as they possibly would to his Q, once upon a time, at best and whom they would scare off at worst.

❛ And in that regard we are only just getting started... at least this time around. ❜

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Now I can't stop thinking about the frame of Eliot's hand on Q's hip the morning after with that ring on and the song "High Enough" stuck on repeat in my mind

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oh eliot

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sometimes self care is making an edit of Quentin, Eliot and Margo in their baby era (aka S1) to the tune of "forever young"

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Me being hit with a sudden strong wave of love for Quentin M. Coldwater: so that's how Eliot feels

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“you’re that sad little addict that tagged along with julia and quentin.”

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❛  hold me closer; i always feel safer when you're with me.  ❜ for your Q from my El ( @enchantedxhearts ) gif cred.

the people who he feels comfortable with touching & being touched by are few and between. eliot, of course, is one of those few. and so quentin leans into eliot's form, taking mutual comfort with the taller man. ( they'd been through so much. so, so much. in order to get these keys. more than anyone could ask of them. ) "we'll be okay," he says and it's almost a question, rather than a statement. "it will work out."

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Allowing himself to be vulnerable, to ask for things he really needs that don't come from material world, never comes easy to Eliot. Partly product of his upbringing, partly of his experience, he supposes.

The first exception to this rule was Margo. With her, for whatever reason, it felt... easy, to be himself.

( At least in the beginning, because somewhere along the way he forgot she knows more about him and his shitty past than anyone and still loves him and started hiding from her, too, lest she see how fucked up he truly is and leave him... but they are working on it... he's working on it )

Maybe they really are soulmates.

Then came Quentin. Adorable, anxious, wonderful, brave Quentin. For the first time in quite a while Eliot started to develop feelings and it was confusing and scary – because he doesn't do feelings, it never ends well – but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, willingly surrendering to the pull until he fell, hard, and broke into pieces which could never make up someone Q deserved to be with, someone as brave as him, and kind, and smart, and someone who doesn't ruin everything good that ends up in their hands.

But not being able to be with him in a way that Eliot longs for, in a way that he has been, in a lifetime that shouldn't exist and yet somehow does in their memories, a beatiful lifetime where circumstances made it possible for them to be together, to be a family, to raise a son and grow old together... not being able to be with him in that way doesn't stop Eliot from being friends with him, from taking comfort in his presence and touch ( because Eliot is a pathetic, selfish man who cannot for the life of him push Q away all the way, to shield him completely from the ruin he brings to everyone around him, so he pretends that if only they stay just friends and not try to venture into anything deeper, then Q will be safe ).

So when the younger magician leans into him so readily in response to his slightly faltering request – as if it was the most natural thing in the world for Quentin Coldwater to do, to hold Eliot – El melts into the embrace, hunching to accomodate their height difference but not minding the discomfort as long as Quentin holds him like he's something precious and worthy taking care of and he gets to hug him back, to wrap his arms around the shorter man and hold him close and tight and revel in the fact that for just a moment, he can protect him from anything, he can be sure, without a shred of doubt, that Q is safe.

Before he knows it, his vision gets blurry and he takes a shuddering breath as he tries to blink the moisture away, distracted by the onslaught of emotions but not enough to not register the questioning tone of Q's reassurance and offer some in turn,

because that's the most natural thing in the world for Eliot Waugh to do, it seems, to reassure Quentin.

❛ Sure, ❜ his voice sounds wrong, trembling and wrecked, and Eliot clears his throat in an attempt to cover it up and wills himself to get himself together but doesn't move an inch to pull away from the hug, ❛ The... ❜ he has to pause here, because he still cannot quite believe he was given a quest to save magic by someone who calls himself that... but if that’s true, then life really is full of fucked up irony, ❛ Great Cock did say that this quest was meant for us so we are destined to get it right. That's how this works, right? ❜

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I think Eliot should get to have a dog, as a treat

I'm not saying it's gonna fix all of his problems... but it would definitely help him to have a little cute warm loyal companion by his side at all times

He's not gonna get one himself but someone should definitely present him with one... someone like Margo... Quentin... Fen...

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Welters challenge • week 2: friendship

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I'm working on my drafts, once I finish a good enough chunk of them I'll throw them into the queue (I have lots of muse right now, so I have a good feeling the replies will be up some time in the next 24 hours)...

in the meantime, please, do send me some memes (the more the merrier) or answer to my opens while my muses are so active!

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DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES *  send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

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CHRISTMAS STARTERS

“Where has all the eggnog gone?”

“Do you want to decorate a ginger bread house with me?”

“The older I get, the more I understand the Grinch.”

“I bought matching Christmas pajamas for us!”

“I have wrapped like 200 presents and I am still not done.”

“I think the cat just ate some tinsel off the tree.”

“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”

“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year’s is for our future baby.”

“Can you help me put the star on top of the tree?”

“What do you want for Christmas?”

“Is this an ugly Christmas sweater kind of party, or do I have to wear pants?”

“Everyone is drunk on rum and unwrapping the wrong presents.”

“If I have to bake one more cookie, I am going to scream.”

“You have sprinkles in your hair.”

“Did you know that candy canes don’t actually taste as magical as they look?”

“Let’s go for a walk and look at Christmas lights!”

“What did you get [ insert name ] for Christmas? I have no idea!”

“Is your family coming over for Christmas?”

“Can you help me set the table? The guests will be here soon.”

“It’s snowing on Christmas!”

“Can we make hot cocoa and watch a Christmas movie together?”

“Please hang up the stockings for the kids, so I can fill them.”

“Go ask mommy/daddy for a glass of milk for Santa.”

“You’re my best Christmas present this year.”

“I think the roast is burning in the oven and grandma is already drunk.”

“How about Christmas in a cabin in the mountains this year?”

“We should do a Secret Santa with the others!”

“TURN OFF THE RADIO, LAST CHRISTMAS IS PLAYING!”

“I’m Scrooge and I expect to be visited by a couple of ghosts tonight.”

“I’m glad we get to spend Christmas together this year.”

“No one should be alone on Christmas!”