#magicmadesouls

[fvckingmagic]

@allstorieskept / @magicmadesouls:

     They are alone again. Julia was taken. The Monster’s sister just needed a body to return to. Quentin was hitting the bottom and seeing this as over. There’s a hesitant, debating how to speak up and what to say or if she should stay quiet. Old Alice might have spoken up but it wouldn’t have been helpful. Or she wouldn’t have said anything, tried to do something but it wouldn’t be what either of them needed. New Alice was going to speak up because he needed to hear it.   ❝ Quentin. I know you don’t trust me, and you don’t have to. We are going to get Eliot back. He means a lot to you. I can tell. I- don’t give up just yet, it’s not over. I won’t give up. ❞  She smiles a little, awkwardly and looks down and then away from him. She didn’t expect him to talk.  ❝ You were my first friend and that’ll mean something to me always. But it’s not about me. ❞  Alice had been on an apology tour. Got decked in the face it. That was her personal journey, but right now Quentin didn’t need someone else needing him or venting to him.  

    ❝ It’s about our friends, Eliot and Julia too now. They are still in there. ❞  It’s about a lot more than that. If the Monster and His Sister were going to kill the Old Gods, that wouldn’t just means problems for the Gods but for everything in existence. Alice just thinks that Quentin needs this more than that reminder. That was too much pressure. She’ll bare that pressure. She did it before.  ❝ You used to believe in magic, really believe in it and in Fillory. Believing in that isn’t a bad thing, it wasn’t. You don’t have to grow up and give up the things you believe in, give up on the things you love, and the things you want. Believe in that and believe in our friends, your best friends. In Eliot and Julia. ❞

                                    THINGS HAVE been bad over the years, in quentin’s life. growing up with depression and social anxiety is fuckin hard. and it doesn’t actually help being smarter than almost everyone at the same time. there have been a lot of low points in quentin’s life, but this. this right here. this takes the cake. this is it. the only only thing that could make it worse... is if he somehow discovered julia and eliot dead. you know, instead of just being inhabited by two of the worst monsters ever created. and considering that hypothetical isn’t REMOTELY out of the realm of possibility, quentin’s outlook on life is pretty fucking dim. 

                                    his eyes are distant as his fingers tap on the glass of whiskey in his hands. at the moment, they can only wait. wait for everything to line up, and it’s KILLING quentin to do so. he’s ready to fight. he’s ready to fight and die for his friends, and you know, if he doesn’t come out the other side of it alive, maybe that’s for the better because right now? he’s having a hard time seeing the light at the end of the fucking tunnel. he glances up at the sound of alice saying his name, though the expression on his face doesn’t remotely change. he lets out a breathy half-laugh that’s more scoff than anything and looks down at the amber liquid in his glass, giving a shake of his head. 

                                           ❝ i don’t- god, i don’t know what to believe in, alice. i’m just---- i’m so tired. i’m so fucking--- ❞ he mutters and scrubs his hand over his face then through his hair. ❝ i don’t know how much longer i can do this, alice, ❞ he almost whispers, eyes downcast, flicking briefly up to her face.

[kingmagician]

things had been getting ... better-ish with alice, quentin can say that for certain. things were getting to a place where he wanted to be able to tell her that they could be friends. and then quentin made her watch him die, which - for the record - quentin had never really planned on anyone ever having to witness him dying. he had always thought that he sort of lope away like an injured lion, go starve himself in a corner where nobody could see him.

“ hi. ”

he doesn't know how to parse how she's looking at him. she has become somewhat unreadable to him. for all he knows, she might not even be mad. or she's extremely mad. or, or, or. by way of explaining what he's doing here - as if he's the visitor, not her - he says, “ eliot came and got me, ” as if quentin had just been misplaced or lost and not as if he disintegrated. he remembers it. the disintegration. “ you know - you, you and him both have a really, um, determined streak. ”

@magicmadesouls / starter call

[fvckingmagic]

❛ You’re a terrible liar. ❜ / julia from magicmadesouls

HE GIVES her a look. a look that says please don’t. a look that says please don’t ask me that. because what does he say? how does he answer that first question? he knows on some level, she understands. because he knows they’d both fight for each other just as hard as he’s fighting to save eliot. but he guesses he’s not as subtle with his emotions and feelings if she’s catching onto the subtext that easily. 

       ❝ look, i just---- i don’t know.. if i want to talk about it, right now... ❞

[strongwilltm-archive]

@magicmadesouls | continued

  ❝ Not the Mystery Machine! ❞    Words come out fast and defensive as they watch a shady ass van drive away. Quick to defend a dearly beloved childhood icon because the Scooby Gang would not do him like that. They were to remain a pure untouched entity not to be ruined by life or Margo for that matter. The Scooby Gang and the Mystery Machine were to remain perfect cinnamon rolls in a box of burnt breakfast pastries. The world was already so fucked up, so just let Josh Hoberman have his meddling kids who solved mysteries with a quasi-talking dog and let them be untouched and ruined by literally everything else.

Josh’s attitude in general had its charm. Good with people. Caring, even towards her. Which was a strange thing in her recent years, so used to people take a look at her and have their own idea of the kind of person she was. But she didn’t retain her tongue in commenting on things, especially if she found them gross. And in her experience, vans were generally gross. “Fred and Daphné spends way too much time off screen to be squeecky clean and Shaggy and Scooby are definitely not sober. I have nothing on Velma except she should wear contacts but the Mystery Machine could most certainly be that kind of van.”

[circumstcnces-blog1]

【 starter for @magicmadesouls - penny 】

             “ So there isn’t even a lamprey? You ― You think this is f u n n y ? I’ve had to pee for, like, an hour! ”

[strongwilltm-archive]

@magicmadesouls | continued

   A laugh erupts from him, soft and light, rather a rarity for him. He’s always kept a cool and distant deposition about himself. He wasn’t the type to make friends and braid hair and pick daisies. Being a physic magician was just another thing that separated Penny from everyone. There’s something special here and it’s got a lot to do about this girl, she’s wild and mighty and Penny thinks she and him are one and the same kind of person. They’ve got a good thing going here, the sex and shared humor. She’s closer to him than he lets anyone. He grins, leaning real close to her,   ❝ I can do it in three. ❞  He says like a challenge because they’re having crazy, stupid fun with each other.

Penny was an asset for Kady. Someone to help her steal from Brakebills for Marina. Any item that the hedge witch required. It wasn’t something Kady wanted but rather needed to do. To repay the depth she owed Marina concerning her mother. At least, that was what she told herself when sleeping with Penny. Just an instrument to get what she needed and some fun as extra. She pushed any emotion she might feel towards as she did for everything else in life. Sex, thieving and denial. The recipe to success in her complicated life. The smile she gave him might pass as genuine even if she knew it wasn’t (it couldn’t be). “I don’t doubt it.” She kissed his chest in a way that was more romantic that she should’ve allowed herself to be, to pretend to be. “I still have to go. We’ll just have to try it out another time.”