#tic hacks

[alex-j-tics]

Gloves for (hitting/hand) tics, a master list!

•So far I’ve seen people recommend weight lifting gloves, which are padded and protect your palm well but not much else-

•gel padded gloves/ fingerless boxing gloves, which protect your knuckles and palm,

•Crocheted gloves/normal gloves/fingerless gloves, which don’t do a lot of protecting at all except maybe for your palm if you frequently dig your fingernails into them like I do….

•Also low impact gloves for heavy machinery work w knuckle protection for less of an impact with (wall) punching tics: 1(looks cool) 2(diff. and a lil cheaper)

•Unrelated to hitting tics is compression gloves for sore joints and certain finger tics! Superrrrr helpful esp for ppl w hyper mobile joints and/or arthritis: 1(stops at last finger joint) 2(stops above knuckles) 3(stops inbetween)

My biggest problem with hitting tics is the outward side of my hand though, hitting tables and my leg n shit. And I have yet to see a padded glove that protects that area and doesn’t have any hard plastic bits etc etc… if anyone has anymore recommendations, please add them, it’d be super helpful!!

Also know that the links provided are pretty basic options I found on Amazon and I tried to keep prices low, this means I can’t testify for quality and you are one million percent free to disregard them and find one that better suit your needs, hope these help though!

[the-cookie-of-doom]

hi do u know when sticky sweet will be updated i cant wait❤️😭

IDEALLY it’ll be updated soon, but in reality… I haven’t actually worked on it in so long ;-; which is so dumb bc I only need a couple transition scenes for the next chapter then I thiiink I’ll be good to post it, I just have to actually sit down and write them.

[rttnz0mb]

⦻ Creepypasta Headcanons pt. 1 ⦻

Warnings: sfw, fluff, Mentions of gore, slight nsfw, slight angst, Multiple characters

Disclaimer: these are just a few head cannons I have for some of the creepy pastas, i'll probably make more head cannons on these characters again sometime!!

Jeff The Killer

🔪 very impatient and hotheaded, making talking to him not the easiest

🩸 has a bit of a southern accent - more noticeable when he gets mad and starts yelling

💀 never really apologized to liu but they still talk a little bit but he wishes they could be as close as they were when they were younger

🫀 Prop has many one night stands an isn't really interested in having a serious relationship with anyone

🔪 Doesn't like people arguing or loud noises so he always has headphones on him just in case he needs to cancel noise out

🩸 doesn't like people touching him especially when hes overwhelmed and if people do he usually get very triggered and flips out on people leaving him feeling guilty especially if its liu

💀 sometimes asks liu if he could sleep in his bed with him because his nightmares get really bad sometimes

🫀 favorite slasher movie is scream and one-time he dressed up as ghost face for Halloween and went out scaring little kids

🔪 he's actually really into the gyaru and y2k fashion but he will never admit it

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Toby Rogers

🪓 Likes painting his nails different colors - its something he used to do with Lyra so he likes having his nails painting almost constantly

💀 Doesn't like the nickname "ticci toby" because hes insecure of his tics especially when hes meeting new people and he has to explain his tourettes to them

🔥 Has more of a western emo type of style

🗝️ Doesn't like to be around people who are drunk because it reminds him of his dad

🪓 Has to cut his hair very often because it grows super fast and it gets super curly and out of control

💀 likes when people he's close to pat his back or caress his hands when he's stressed to calm him down

🔥 wears a bunch of Lyra's old jewelry even though they are girly he doesn't really care

🗝️ Sees Tim and Brian kind of like father figures and is really close with them and often comes to them for advice

🪓 LOVES tim Burton films like he watches them year round, his favorite one is Edward Scissorhands

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Ben Drowned

🎮 Has a terrible water phobia and gets mad when anyone jokes about it

💧 Doesn't really enjoy energy drinks to much but he does drink them if he wants to have extra energy (like he needs it)

🕹 Really misses his life as a normal kid and wishes he could've experienced a normal teenage life

👾 Loves um gardening if yk what i mean

🎮 Smokes with Jeff a lot so there kinda close

💧 Doesn't really sleep because he's a ghost and because he has nightmares of drowning so he usually doesn't unless he's mentally exhausted which is a lot of the time

�� he definitely bully's kids on Roblox and then hacks there account once they say something rude back

👾 HATES the perv allegations like so what if he has pictures of woman in his drawer like.. ( no I'm joking please don't get mad :) )

🎮 Sometimes hides in different electronics when he needs a break from everything

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Bloody Painter

🎨 very soft spoken and doesn't really enjoy having conversations with others unless there close which it takes a long time for him to open up to people

🩸 Doesn't really see himself as a serial killer only as an artist

🖌️ gets aggravated easily with the other pastas so he usually traps himself in his room until hes hungry and needs to eat which he sometimes forgets to do if hes really into a painting hes working on

🎧 He likes more classical music especially when hes painting he also really enjoys jazz music

🎨 He doesn't like when people use his name because he doesn't like thinking about his past which his name reminds him of it

🩸 Not a huge fan of screaming so he Usually cuts his victims throats first so they cant scream plus he also gets a lot of blood for his paintings this way

🖌️ He enjoys drinking wine every now and then

🎧 The thought of having a partner scares him a lot since he probably has really bad attachment issues

🎨 can come of as rude and cold but he really just doesn't want to come of as sensitive and soft

Okay that's it for now hope you enjoyed!! I'll def do more of these with other creepypastas just request any if there's anyone you want me to do cuz I'll probably do the more popular ones first but I def wanna do the more underrated ones too!!

OKAY BYE BYE!!!

[biggestsimp12]

Unhealthy Obsession.

Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

(Art is not mine, credits to misey4me on Pinterest)

---–——

The night was too quiet.

You knew stepping into the woods at night was a mistake, but the thrill of it—of being somewhere you shouldn’t, of pushing boundaries—was too enticing. The flashlight in your hand flickered slightly, the cold air biting at your skin as you tread deeper into the unknown. The trees stretched tall and suffocating, their branches like skeletal fingers scratching against the sky.

Then, a noise. A sharp, stuttered inhale.

Your breath hitched.

A shadow darted between the trees.

A shape emerged from the darkness—a hunched figure, moving erratically, its limbs twitching with unnatural energy.

You barely had time to register the figure before it lunged at you.

Your instincts kicked in just in time to dodge, but the glint of moonlight on steel made your stomach drop. The blade of an axe swung through the air where your head had been mere moments ago.

He was fast.

He stumbled forward with an unnatural gait, his body jerking with every step. The tics were obvious now—the way his head snapped to the side, the way his shoulders twitched. A sharp giggle escaped him, like a hiccup mixed with amusement.

“Gah—! Gotcha—! Ha—! Hah—hah—hah!”

You bolted.

Your legs carried you on sheer terror, weaving between trees as the sound of heavy boots pounded behind you. You could hear him laughing, choking on his own breath, hacking and gasping as he pursued you relentlessly.

Then—thwack!

An axe flew past your head, embedding itself deep into a tree just inches away. The shock sent you stumbling, your heart hammering in your throat.

And then, something snapped inside you.

You ripped the axe from the bark.

Adrenaline surged through you as you turned, gripping the handle tight. He was already lunging again, his mouth twisted into something between a grin and a grimace.

But when he saw the axe in your hand, something flickered in his expression.

Not fear. Not admiration. Pure, unfiltered rage.

You didn’t stick around to find out what he would do. You ran, taking his weapon with you.

---

He found you again.

And again.

And again.

Each time, he tried to finish what he started. Each time, he failed.

At first, it was pure frustration—his body spasming with irritation whenever you managed to slip away. His laughter became sharp and bitter, his tics more erratic, his voice strained with fury whenever he snarled your name into the empty night. You were the one who got away. The one stain on his perfect streak. The one thing he couldn't kill.

But over time, something changed.

It wasn’t just frustration anymore. It was obsession.

It started with him watching you when you thought you were alone. When you walked home late at night, he was there, just out of sight. When you slept, he lingered outside your window, his breath fogging up the glass. When you spoke—to anyone, to anything—he listened, absorbing every detail of your life.

You became his fixation. The one person he couldn’t kill. The one challenge he couldn’t overcome.

And yet…

He didn’t want to kill you anymore.

Not really.

He wanted to understand you. To break you. To see what lay beneath that adrenaline-fueled defiance.

And worse?

You started to let him.

You should have run. Should have left town. Should have told someone, anyone.

But instead, you played the game.

You left your window unlocked some nights. You spoke into the darkness, knowing he was listening. You kept the axe—his axe—under your bed, and some twisted part of you liked knowing it was there.

Because for all the fear, the chase, the danger—

You weren’t just running anymore.

You were waiting.

---

Weeks turned into months. The tension between you was palpable. Every time he found you, every time you escaped, the game escalated.

You could feel his eyes burning into your back when you walked through town, his presence lurking in places you hadn’t even thought to check before. He wasn’t just watching—he was learning. Learning how you moved, how you thought, how you breathed.

Then, one night, he took it a step further.

You had just stepped into your room, exhaustion from the day settling deep into your bones, when you felt it. That shift in the air. The sensation of something being off.

Then—

“Miss me?”

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you spun around, your breath catching in your throat.

He was there.

Standing in your room, casually leaning against the window frame like he belonged there, like he hadn’t just broken into your house without a sound. His hoodie was stained with something dark, his hatchet dangling lazily from his fingers.

But his expression—

He wasn’t angry.

No, he was grinning.

“Nice place,” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. His head twitched to the side sharply, a tic that sent a shudder through his whole frame. “Cozy. You leave the window open for me?”

You should have screamed. Should have grabbed something—anything—to defend yourself.

But you didn’t.

Because deep down, you already knew the truth.

This wasn’t a game anymore.

This was an invitation.

—----

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Ideas: 170 Character Quirks

Quirk—a peculiar trait; idiosyncrasy; memorable little things about a character’s personality that make them charming, endearing, weird, or unique; can be cute habits; is anything worth describing about a character.

PERSONALITY QUIRKS

Very introverted, quiet and reserved, keeps to themselves

Highly extroverted, loves socializing and meeting new people

Mega control freak who has to have everything their way

Neat freak (often coincides with control freak)

Total slob who never knows where anything is

Super stubborn and will never admit when they’re wrong

Brutally honest and can’t lie to save their life

Extremely judgmental of other people

Short-tempered, especially when irritated

Always patient, even when frustrated

Hilarious or odd sense of humor

Very hard to make them laugh

Loves to eat and is obsessed with food

Loves to drink and is constantly partying

Constantly complains about everything

Extremely loyal and will do anything for their friends/family

Adventurous and willing to try anything

Cautious and careful no matter what

Energetic, hardly ever needs to rest

Sleeps all the time and still gets tired during the day

Horrible sense of direction and constantly gets lost

Overachiever who loves school/structure

Really modest and won’t ever brag about themselves

Extremely emotional and will cry at the drop of a hat

Stoic and detached, rarely shows emotion

Wildcard whose behavior is unpredictable, even to their friends

Notoriously two-faced and will betray anyone

Charismatic and can convince anyone to do their bidding

Very proper and always polite to others

Dates tons of people and has a new boyfriend or girlfriend every week

Obsessive personality — whether it’s a TV show, brand, musical artist, or even another person, they’ll get attached and think/talk about it constantly

PHYSICAL QUIRKS

Unique eye or hair color

Has two different eye colors

Extremely short or tall

Some discerning physical mark — birthmark, freckles, mole, or scar

Wears unusual glasses

Has braces and headgear

Large feet — may mean they’re clumsy

Bites their nails/lips or chews on their hair

Constantly fidgeting and can’t sit still

Acne, eczema, or other skin problems

Many tattoos or piercings

Often sick or has allergies (constantly sniffling/blowing their nose)

Talks very loudly or quietly

Says everything like it’s a question

Terrible breath — may be a coffee drinker

Gets sweaty easily (especially when nervous)

Unusually hairy arms or legs

Very long painted nails

Always wears a faceful of makeup

Has a stutter or other speech impediment

Incessantly clicks a pen

Often tucks their hair behind their ears

Constantly chews gum

Has a toothpick dangling from their mouth

Always picking their teeth

Smokes and has a raspy voice

Breathes heavily or snores

Is extremely muscular

Walks very slowly or quickly

Left-handed or ambidextrous

Constantly scratching themselves

Has some noticeable physical tic, like a twitch

Always wears a distinct item of clothing or accessory — a favorite pair of socks, a lucky jersey, or even a particular shade of lipstick

STRENGTHS/TALENTS

Fantastic cook or baker

Skilled musician (piano, guitar, violin, etc.)

Artistic talent (drawing, painting, sculpting, etc.)

Model athlete (football, hockey, swimming, etc.)

Great at voices/ventriloquy

Can do sleight-of-hand — may be a pickpocket

Speaks multiple languages, even obscure ones

Knows everything about history

Mathematical or scientific genius

Brilliant coder and can hack into any database

Skilled mechanical inventor

Can build or put together anything

Super-quick logical reasoning

Exceptional memory/genius IQ (several of the above might fall under this)

Special connection with animals

Super empathetic and understanding of other people

Extremely fast runner

Contortionist (can twist their body into any shape)

Psychic talent (can predict the future)

Amazing mechanic

Super strength, flying, invisibility or other superpowers

Unusually high tolerance for pain

Survival skills like hunting and fishing

Quick reflexes, acts fast in a crisis

Brave and fearless, not scared of anything

Able to talk their way out of any trouble/invent stories on the fly

WEAKNESSES/NEGATIVE TRAITS

Awful driver

Always running late

Illegible handwriting

Terrible at public speaking

Socially awkward — hard for them to make friends

Has tons of credit card debt from online shopping

Self-destructive and always wants what’s worst for them

Gets blackout drunk every time they go out

Extremely conceited or arrogant

Compulsive liar

Manipulative of friends

Gets jealous over nothing

Often mean for no reason

Unbelievably self-centered

Extremely passive-aggressive

Is a hero who doesn’t like using their superpowers

Arachnophobia (irrational fear of spiders)

Coulrophobia (irrational fear of clowns)

Agoraphobia (irrational fear of leaving the house)

Pantophobia (fear of everything)

COMMONLY USED QUIRKS

Pale skin

Crooked smile

“Intense” stare

Relentless clumsiness

Artificial hair colors that are supposedly natural

Characters thinking they’re unattractive when everyone else thinks they’re beautiful

OTHER QUIRKS

Dresses all in one color

Bedroom is decorated exactly like a Pinterest picture

Won’t drink still water, only sparkling

Refuses to use headphones and blasts their music in public

Always dresses too nicely for the occasion

Walks around barefoot, even in stores and other public places

Hates being inside, sleeps and goes to the bathroom outdoors

Can’t help but look in every mirror they pass

Wears a small plastic backpack everywhere

Preps their meals three weeks in advance

Drinks shots of espresso all day long

Sings opera in the shower

Always sneezes around pets

Has a collection of something mundane

Makes their own (terrible) abstract art and hangs it on their walls

Gets super excited about Christmas and then really depressed in January

Refuses to wear glasses even though they need them

Carries around a secret teddy bear

Has been wearing the same friendship bracelet for three years

Fastidiously lint-rolls all their clothing

Will leave a shop or restaurant if someone walks in with a baby

Extremely superstitious (knocks on wood, avoids the number 13, etc.)

Drops everything other people ask them to hold

Likes to go out dancing by themselves

Prefers to have the lights off or dimmed at all times

Only reads books written before 1900

Only watches movies that get really bad reviews

Always wears multiple sweaters on top of each other

Won’t eat anything that doesn’t have bread (at least on the side)

Thinks they’re a time-traveler from the medieval era

Gives friends and family excellent homemade presents

Leaves the office last every day so they can push all the chairs in

Hates jagged numbers (always fills their gas tank to the dollar, sends emails on the hour, etc.)

Has an imaginary friend they still talk to, even in adulthood

Owns a lizard that they try and use as a guard dog

Listens exclusively to Britney Spears

Leaves little notes in library books for future readers

Uses tissues to hold onto poles on public transportation

Wears their hair in Princess Leia buns

Never goes a day without talking to their mom

Hums “In the Hall of the Mountain King” when they get stressed

Clucks their tongue while walking, so they sound like a horse

Quotes Pulp Fiction all the time

Loves hanging out in completely empty places

Convinced they’re going to die in a freak accident

Grows all their own food in their vegetable garden

Never pays for train or bus tickets

Can recite Shakespearean sonnets

Recycles and eats vegetarian, but only out of guilt

Has a “vision board” posted on their ceiling

Loves the beach but hates swimming

Flicks people in the forehead when they get annoyed

Laughs at everything, even bad jokes

Curates a great Instagram feed of street art

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[misutara]

CREEPYPASTA HC POST

- A part of proxy work is picking up trash while they're patrolling around the Woods 💀

- Nina would be the type to say shit like "skibbidi", "sigma", "gyatt"

-Toby would also say it but as tics

- Slenderman is the type to say shit like "back in my day" 👴

- X VIRUS PLAYS PLAGUE INC RELIGIOUSLY

- Ben streams on twitch, plays DTI with Sally and would hack the system so they could have VIP

- Sally is an avid Bluey fan

- Toby would stop and watch Bluey with her and he would yell out "MOM" when the intro starts up

[tickumi]

TOBY HEADCANNONS!!

I had these laying around somewhere and borrowed some hc from others from all over the place..

Tw: sh

Toby is FTM (he/him)

It's all about personality to Toby, considering he hasn't interacted with people before into the sender mansion.

When you mess with his hands, it clams him.

Toby has gloves to cover up his scars to cover up his hands

Toby carries a notebook occasionally to write down things that he might forget and how to approach each person he has talked too.

Toby can’t remember a single thing about his life prior to becoming a proxy. Despite this he still has PTSD from all the bad shit that happened to him. Stuff like the smell of alcohol and being inside of a car freak him out a bit but he has no idea why.

Clockwork and Toby use to be a thing. He rather not talk about it, it's a sensitive topic..

Toby rather enjoys other proxies company, unless they are have relations with someone he doesn't like or is uncomfortable with.

He doesn’t stutter as much as he used to when he was younger. He only really stutters when he’s stressed out or nervous.

This guy is a total pyromaniac and loves setting off fires for the fun of it. It reminds him of when he killed his dad. Even though he can’t remember his dad he has subconscious memories of something good (I.e. his dad dying) happening before a fire.

He’s not this uwu nice guy sweetheart everyone else makes him out to be. If anything, he’s kind of a dick... making cruel & sarcastic remarks at the expense of others, especially Masky. He is a pretty nice guy to his friends though.

Gash in his cheek, ever since he got it he has to tilt his head slightly whenever he eats to make sure the food/water doesn’t leak out.

When loving someone, he'll show them that by spending extra time around them watching movies, pleasuring them, stealing them things he'd think they'd like on missions and blowing off his other choices.

Because he is unable to feel pain, he likes to inflict pain onto others just to see how they'll writhe and scream when he twists their arm out of place or hacks through the muscle fibers in their calves with his sharpened hatchet.

Slender will let small yet painful slip through as a psychological punishment because he cannot feel physical pain.

He has self-harm scars from trying to feel something

He's allergic to cashews (idk I was bored)

Toby likes to work alone, despite working frequently with others.

He's sooo moody. You would think someone killed his sister.

Toby was once apart of the top 3.. because of some complications (may or may not be delt with the mysterious clockwork situation)

Toby's taste buds are fucked.

He likes to play videogames particularly online competitive games *cough* fortnite *cough*

Toby loves anything lemon flavored, because it's really strong enough to let him taste without being disgusted by it.

Toby is afraid of the dark (trauma related but doesn't remember).

Toby basically refuses to take medication if his life depended on it.

Toby developed a vocal tic of whistling, much to Tim's surprise when he taught him how.

[klapollo]

Ok so if I have the condition my doctors think I have, I am going to need to take a medication that mostly only comes in tablets and capsules (diamox)

The problem is I struggle taking pills. My anxiety about it is too much and my throat tenses up and I can't swallow. So far I can practice enough to swallow something as big as a cooked corn kernel whole, but hard pill-like things like tic tacs are still hard.

Please give me any and all pill taking hacks you have. I already know about swallowing with your head down, pop bottle method, etc. what else you got

[indighostoast]

Part 2 of my previous post except it’s now things people said to me/I heard people say/i randomly came up with:

Also features a little bit of shipping lol-

(These are the least out-of-pocket ones I could think of lmaoooo)

Dark: I swear, I’m going to commit arson right now-

Chosen: After you eat your lunch, you can’t burn stuff on an empty stomach

Orange: Red, the next time we go over to someone else’s house, you’ve gotta talk more to other people

Red: I have no idea what you’re talking about

Orange: Red, you spent the entire hour upstairs, squealing over the cats

Red: THE CATS ARE CUTE, OKAY?!

Green: I’m going to go to the bathroom, someone watch my headphones

Yellow: Don’t you mean your food?

Green: No, I don’t care if anyone steals my food, but touch my headphones, and we’ve got a fucking problem

Red: Hey, you got the drugs?

Blue: Yup. *opens a pack of Tic Tacs*

Green: Hey guys, Purple and I are dating

Blue: Wait. You guys weren’t already?! Everyone thought you guys have been together for months.

Chosen: Some motherfucker sprayed fart spray all over the place, and now everything smells like rotten eggs

Second, without skipping a beat: Ten bucks that it was Dark who did it

Dark: Nah- That shit’s nasty. Even I wouldn’t go that far.

Yellow: I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a perfectly responsible and reasonable person who wouldn't ever break the rules-

Orange: Don't listen to him, this guy somehow managed to hack into the loudspeaker, and played Never Gonna Give You Up for two hours straight

Yellow: if Green hadn't vetoed my other idea, you would be suffering through the Duck Song

Blue: is the duck song worse than a rickroll, or better?

Green: I could think of one thing that's worse than either of those

Red: The Gummy Bear Song?

Green: I was going to say Cocomelon, but yeah, that song was weird af

[lifesteal-headcanons]

All these headcannons debating whether or not a lifestealer is human or hybrid or demon…. I say that it all varies depending on which season and which time. Sure, they start out with their normal forms. But as lifestealers come into contact with all sorts of violence, void deaths, hacking, etc, their code is warped and corrupted by those influences. And thus, their code adapts to save them or help them, sometimes at the cost of humanoid traits. Think microevolution.

Lifestealers are a unique set of players, and can’t be categorized as either human or not-human. They are the product of their origins and experiences and general mindset, ever evolving as their surroundings and allegiances waver. Some lifestealers can even have different code effects for the same event.

Example: Vitalasy used to resemble a human with fox hybrid traits, but as he became more and more involved with the Wormhole and becoming a tyrant, he started to change. His eyes became more and more fox-like, and his hood starting covering more and more of his face, giving him a more sinister, unapproachable appearance. It sure helped intimidate his enemies and maintain his facade. Example: In season five when players were possessing one another to win wars, personalities would literally clash. Possessions would often be accompanied by glitch particles, and patches of the original player’s skin peeking through. Sometimes, the possessed body would have a mind of its own too, using the possessed user’s speech patterns, habits, and tics. All in an effort for the player fighting against the possession to regain control of their body.

Example: In season four, to survive the barrage of hacking, Parrot’s code dulled his ability to sense banned objects to save his admin-coded self from insanity. Whereas the 3HT actually became more sensitive to it, to become aware of imminent attacks early on and give them more time to prepare.

— 🌀 anon

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[eliotqueliot]

Baby One More Time, Ch. 7

for May Trope Mayhem, May 24 prompt: Mentor and Mentee:

For May Trope Mayhem 2025 of @duckprintspress

(Just the first 1k words of the chapter are posted after the fandom/rating/tags info. For the full chapter on AO3, please click on the chapter number below.)

Chapter 7

Summary:

Eliot, Quentin, and Jane work on the mechanics of clock magic. With much to learn from each other, they begin to delve into what went wrong, in hopes of fixing it.

…Baby One More Time (17,054 words) by EliotQueliot Chapters: 7/11 Fandom: The Magicians (TV), The Magicians - Lev Grossman Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh Characters: Eliot Waugh, Jane Chatwin, Quentin Coldwater Additional Tags: Time Loop, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Quentin Coldwater Lives, Time Travel Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Memories, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, horomancy, Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day), Long Live Feedback Comment Project Series: Part 4 of Horomancy, Bitches! (series) Summary: Jane is a Time Witch. Eliot took an elective in Horomancy. Let's get Quentin back, shall we?

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And so—their practice began in earnest, albeit slowly, with all the training wheels.

Eliot carefully followed every rule or even hint of preference to a T, as tempted as he was to add a flourish here, a minor efficiency (aka cheat) there. Truth be told, he glowed inside whenever Jane examined his work, hummed to herself as she tried and failed to find a flaw or something to criticize, and wound up pronouncing it “Sufficient.” She sounded put out, but Eliot saw her lips quirk up as she turned away.

Quentin, being both a careful scholar and an inveterate close-up magician and cardsharp, could be both exacting at getting things right, and insistent upon innovative improvements. Hearing Jane’s voice rising in anger, Eliot hurried over to find a stoic, poker-faced Q telling Jane he had no idea how a hack got into one spell, or a monitoring charm tucked cleverly into another. Looking over Q’s spellwork, Eliot had to work hard to find the alterations, and he wasn’t sure he’d have spotted them at all, if Jane hadn’t raised a fuss. Quentin was good at hiding things.

“Quentin, you must take this seriously! Bending the laws of time is dangerous enough, without you trying to cheat your way out of everything, like a common magician!”

“Are you seriously trying to insult me with the name of my own profession?” Quentin asked, in that soft, older voice that held laughter at the edges but steel underneath.

Eliot snuck in between them and slipped his arm through Q’s, twining their fingers. “What would you like us to become?” he asked Jane.

“Proper horomancers. Even time witches, if you have the knack.”

“You’d trust us with that?” All hint of teasing left Q’s voice.

“You have yet to prove yourselves trustworthy, where time manipulation is concerned,” Jane answered. Which, Eliot supposed, held the very instructions they were looking for.

Too bad Quentin had that stubborn streak. He ramped up his efforts, meticulously proving his willingness to follow every rule while achieving outstanding results, which was so on-brand for Q, but frankly made it hard for Eliot to strategically deploy his own flashes of brilliance, which usually required careful timing and subtle but elaborate staging. But while he might enjoy the spotlight, he would never take anything from Quentin’s shine, so he rolled up his sleeves and got to work, no fuss, just efficiency and hard work, which did, he supposed, hold its own form of elegance.

When Jane pronounced their results for each skill and strategy “Acceptable,” they moved on to the next.

“Damn us with faint praise, why don’t you,” Eliot murmured to Q behind her back, which drew a smile.

Q overcame a surprisingly stubborn problem: a finicky clock on the edge of the Barrens that had begun randomly ticking backwards, setting the time in its immediate vicinity rippling back with it, which made it surprisingly difficult to synch in to repair.  Q solved this by providing a healing herbal soak that massaged the tree’s roots, making the whole tree and the clock within it magically relax.

But all Jane could do was smirk and say, “Acceptable.”

Eliot would not stand that. “Remarkable!” he declared, in a loud voice that startled the birds in a nearby tree. They fluttered up, squawking, scattering. Eliot drew himself up, standing tall, leaning into the command pose he’d perfected as high king. “Say rather that Quentin is the most remarkable student of horomancy you’ve ever had!”

Jane’s smirk dissolved into a sunny smile. It startled Eliot, as she flashed her teeth and said to him, “You’ll do,” before patting him on the chest and walking away.

“What was that?” Eliot muttered, deflating as she walked off, with no regard for kingly bearing.

“You’re taking her bait,” Q said, a grin sneaking out as he put his clock-repair tools back in the bronze box by Eliot’s feet. “She likes it.” As he straightened from latching the toolbox, one hand on his knee, he reached toward Eliot as if he wanted assistance rising. Naturally, Eliot bent to help. Quick as lightning, Q reached out and squeezed his ass, just the way El liked. Eliot let out a pleased chuckle and pulled Q up for a kiss.

But they had more serious moments. Even though no one was referring to it as a plan yet, they all knew some serious strategizing would be needed. Since they still weren’t talking about it, was a good time to gather information. And, with Jane setting a brisk but reasonable schedule for their studies, they did have downtime. For Eliot, there could never be enough time with Quentin. Of course, he loved spending a lot of time in bed, but doing anything with Quentin delighted him, and they made sure to have plenty of tender moments together, in and out of bed. meanwhile, though Q clearly basked in El’s presence, his favorite hobby was gathering knowledge. So their “free time” also included a lot of horomancy, since this would be key to their ability to stay together.

Both Eliot and Quentin had the same mission: to save each other, keep each other safe. And to have a chance to keep loving each other. Preferably without endangering anyone else.

Jane, on the other hand, said she needed to stop Big Evil like the Beast or Everett, but clearly prioritized saving her brothers. At the beginning, she told them, young Jane had been determined to save Martin if she could. All her attempts failed. At that point, for the forty time loops Eliot and Quentin had experienced, she switched to stopping the Beast by any means necessary. But this time, she declared, since they’d already solved that problem, the only way she’d agree to change things again required an absolute change for the better, in which at least one or even both of her siblings finally had the chance to live in peace.

But to do any of this, they needed more information.

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(Once again, my concept went beyond 1k. To read the rest of this chapter–and the rest of this new WIP as I write it–please visit AO3:

...Baby One More Time - Chapter 7 - EliotQueliot - The Magicians (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

[eccedeus]

Hack-Tic issue 16/17 (1992)

Cover and first article of double issue 16/17 in the Dutch hacking zine Hack-Tic. The cover shows the magazine's titular name and descriptive subtitle, "Magazine for Techno-Anarchists". Underneath, an illustration most likely of the fictional band The Blues Brothers holding a TV or computer screen and a keyboard, surrounded by police pointing guns at them. In the bottom right is Hack-Tic's bearded mascot, who appears on every cover, here wearing a hat with a peace symbol on it. The first article is titled "Hacking The Pentagon ?", regarding a group of Dutch hackers who broke into American military systems.

Illustrated by Koen Hottentot (1992)

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[robiinurheart33]

Let me tell y’all I HATE it when people write characters out to be so perfect - clicks for Palestine

NO! PERFECTION IN IMPERFECTION! 141 WITH IMPERFECTIONS!

Soap with acne scars from his teenager days when he couldn’t stop picking at his pimples, scabs and scars littering his legs and thighs from mosquito bites and having exactly no impulse control. Soap developing smile lines and if you looked at him from a certain angle you could see the shadow of it appear on his face even if he isn’t smiling. Delilah dimples and chapped lips, having a bad habit of scratching the back of his neck.

Ghost with a soft jawline, pimples dotting his forehead and cheeks from the mask, blackheads on his nose. Scratch marks where his mask ends at his neck, a bit of a soft tummy and jagged scars lining though his whole body. Bad stitches healed through making his calf look like a disfigured mess, Glasgow smiles and one eye just smaller than the other. A patch of hair at the back of his skull will never grow again due to burn scars.

Gaz with a bad habit of picking his lips, biting and tugging on them during high-stress situations. Nervous and almost imperceptible tics like cracking his knuckles or spinning his ankle around, not being able to stand still for some strange reason. Hip dips. Back acne with an impeccable skincare routine. Complains about blisters and aching on his feet and is most likely to sweat BUCKETS right when they step out of the helicopter.

Price that’s slowly getting a receding hairline, absurd hacking coughs due to the cigars he smokes, a scar creeping up his collar and stopping right below the edge of his jaw. He has a slightly limp on his left leg if you look close enough, and he’s hairy as shit. He’s basically a bear he doesn’t even really try to shave cause he has no time for that. He has one of those belly buttons where the flesh is on the outside and is so ticklish but no one knows about it.

[divinit3a]

hiii, for the ask game! :D

📝 - What do you find most challenging when creating this AU?

✔️ - Tell us a random fact about any of the characters in your AU

>:3c ... hello.... !! I'll stick with the 'playing along' au, otherwise this will go on forever--

📝 What do you find most challenging when creating this AU? ⭑ dca au ask game

Easy. Moon. Next question :D ( kidding !! . . . sorta,) I'll elaborate--for the au, Moon's intentions & personality aren't always as obvious as Sun's. Add to the mix: the reader has an extremely negative opinion of him. It's a challenge to balance all the factors at play -- but a fun challenge!!

✔️- Tell us a random fact about any of the characters in your AU

Sun(ny) Constantly re-adjusting and re-calibrating their arms and hands. It can be read as a tic/stim when the behavior is humanized, but it also serves a maintenance function: He is keeping the delicate machinery from locking/jamming up from disuse.

Moon Enjoys creating conflict (fighting, arguing, etc) as it itches at latent programming to 'play the villain's role' from their theater days. Someone has to progress the plot, the heroes are taking too long!

Eclipse You could, in theory, watch a movie on its legs if you hacked into their video cycling. The fabric is a projector screen... after all... (waits for the DVD logo to bounce off the corner)

✨ bonus round ⭑⭑⭑ ⭑⭑⭑ ⭑⭑⭑

The MC / viewpoint The concept for their viewpoint: pick the wildcard option, and always commit to the bit. If you're lucky, make a few friends along the way. There's no time for self-doubt on a deadline, but we'll try to pencil it in.

"Two" The concept for their personality was uprooted from a drabble I've yet to tackle. The reader is based on the 'straight man' comedy trope. AKA- play the deadpan, no-fun, 'serious' role to emphasize the hijinks of others.

[actuallyastingray]

Whelp, this didn't take long to finish. Time to round out my Supa Strikas takes with some much beloved side characters.

Nandi: Best. Sister. Ever. Rookie Season 2 needs to have her bonding with the other Strikas and embarrassing Shakes in front of them

Spenza: Elementary, my dear Shakes

Supa Fran: How every writer sees themselves while making contributions to the fandom. Come to think of it, she has pretty much every single tic most fandom writers claim so she should be totally relatable

Jean-Pierre: I know he's a giant a-hole to the team, but as someone who loves baking but is surrounded by Weight Watchers killjoys, I just have to sympathize with this man

Mrs. Altivo: Marc Zuckerburg's wine aunt

Spike Dawson: Is he a Joker or a Jigsaw parody? Also, why does Klaus not loathe this guy for hoarding strudel?

El Ariette: GIT OFF HIS LAWN

Ursula: I get the feeling she's always two seconds away from shanking someone

Ginerva: I don't care if she didn't say anything more than three consecutive words in the show. Her accent is amazing.

Skarra's Niece: I put her in the pile with Morgan Stark, in that she was present for 5 minutes of screen time, has basically no lines, and yet the fandom collectively goes gaga over her for literally no reason. Seriously, if I wanted Kids Who Say The Darndest Things, I'd go on TikTok.

Xing: See earlier take on Riano. I will not forgive Moonbug for not having her come back as a consultant for Sa Ming and giving her the character depth she deserves

Hack: See previous takes on Xing and Riano. The least they could have done was make him part of Spenza and Supa Fran's entourage in the later seasons

Attak: See previous... you know what, I'm not gonna continue like this. Just assume I hate Moonbug for conjuring up characters with great potential and then throwing them away after one episode

Kat/Foxy: The biggest mystery is how a guy like Skarra kept a lady like this in good standing long enough to call in a favor

Nanny Garcia: Can we get an episode where someone makes El Matador cry, and she shows up and beats the snot out of them with her carpet slippers? I really want authentic, angry, Abelita energy out of her.

And so ends my Supablr takes series (assuming Rookie Season or the main series doesn't continue). Fortunately, I have plenty more Supablr content waiting in the wings. Stay tuned.

[fancylances]

OC Kiss Week / Day One / Almost

pairing: Roxanne Wheeler (she/her)/Avery McCarthy (she/they) genre(s): hockey, canadian zombie-apocalypse

Roxanne flies down the left wing, puck on her battered wooden stick. Dekes past one of the Otters’ defencemen and catches sight of Johnny Two whizzing past the blue line after her. Once he’s onside, she saucers the pass to him—it skips once on the asphalt and hits his tape like it’d been on string. Roxanne laughs, gently chirps Gorman as her rollerblades tic tac around him, and beelines it for the net.

Johnny Two slaps the puck back to her, she cradles it for just a moment before snapping the shot high blocker side on the Otters’ goalie—

It sails like a rocket; on target, on target—

Mac’s blocker rises at the last second, and the shot ricochets off the butt of her stick. Sailing out and over the old plastic boards with all the sauce Roxanne had put on it. The crowd groans and one of the kids (little ones always eager) fights others to say “I got it!” before scuttling from the bleachers and into the tall grass.

The zebra skates over, already blowing the whistle to call the play dead.

Roxanne sighs through a sideways little grin, huffing with the hard work of a few too many shifts back to back. Bobbing gently on her skates, shifting her weight in a little dance to keep her heartrate up. Blonde curls bouncing in her sweat-messy ponytail as she watches the Otters’ goalie Mac wrench her helmet off for the break in play.

Mac gives Roxanne a cheeky smile, flashing the hole where her right upper incisor used to be, as she grabs her water bottle and shoots water all over her sweaty face.

“Almost, Wheels,” Mac chides her, chirping with a little sneer. “Must be a rough way to start a season. Just can’t hack it from that wing.”

“Oh yeah?” Roxanne laughs as she puffs her chest out. “I heard the Fire Dogs got a new goalie this year. His save percentage is almost as big as your head.”

“Pff—” Mac rolls her eyes. “If he wants a dick-measuring contest he can come on over and pull his own pants down. I’d beat him there, too, I bet.”

“Love to see it,” Roxanne chuckles. Endlessly bouncing on her heels, skate wheels tapping and spinning with her movement.

“Got it!” one of the kids screams, holding the puck aloft and hucking it back into the rink. 

The zebra waves everyone over to center rink for puck drop, and Roxanne turns back to watch Mac plop her helmet back on. Wonders if it's the heat that’s made the goalie’s face so pink.

The Bluebirds do manage to score, but their captain Roxanne Wheeler doesn’t net another shot on goal. She does get an assist on a pass to Sandals for the game-tying goal, but she’s never allowed to get in close enough to snipe anything past Mac. Overtime is a wash, and the sun is starting to get low by the time they start setting up for the shootout. Roxanne assigns Johnny Two, Scotch, and herself as the first three shooters, and shrugs and says they’ll wing it if they need to go extra rounds.

She perches on the boards by the Bluebirds’ bench, legs swinging in the encroaching cool of the late summer evening. They’d better wrap things up soon. Nestor is usually safe this time of year, but deadheads are always more likely to come out of hiding after sundown. There’s too many kids in the bleachers for it to be worth pushing things into the evening. 

She’ll just have to score on Avery McCarthy. Simple. Monkeys-on-backs notwithstanding.

First up is Harry Gorman for the Otters, shooting on Brand—who’s been having a slow start, too, but damn if he hasn’t done a fine fucking job keeping things close. Gorman always comes in slow to start and dekes a few times before trying five-hole. Always. And Brand reads him like a diary that’s been left out on a nightstand.

Then Johnny Two for the Bluebirds. He’s a right-handed shot, and Mac is strong blocker-side. She punches his shot out of the air almost before it’s left his stick.

Pastry takes his spot at center and waits for the whistle, almost vibrating with a need to touch the puck. He rockets at the signal, a burst of speed up the asphalt. It’s not often Roxanne gets to see a slap shot in a shootout, but there you go. It rings off the post and carroms off into a corner.

Scotch skates in lazy eights as he waits for the ref to get set. He’s older than everyone else on the Bluebirds, but that hasn’t slowed him down—or softened his shot, and Roxanne winces as the puck cracks off Mac’s dome. 

Mac removes her helmet again, taking the time that the refs have given her to inspect her equipment after the hard shot. And Roxanne finds herself staring at the Otters’ goalie just a little too long. Her brown hair in a tight tail, the base soaked with a game’s worth of sweat. Freckles standing out from heat-pink skin. Her eyes are such a deep brown they look black from here. Eyes, Roxanne realizes, are glaring right back at her. They both look away at the sound of the whistle.

The Otters’ new centerman takes the point, her eyes pinned on Brand. Roxanne doesn’t know her name, but the Sharpie on hockey tape across her back says SNOT. She takes a winding line to the net, the tak tak tak of her stick on asphalt as she dekes back and forth, zig-zagging almost too fast to follow. A sharp wind-up that turns into a fake-out and—

Brand windmills his glove hand and snaps the puck clean out of the air. The Bluebirds’ bench howl and tap their sticks in fanatic fervor. Wild appreciation for their goalie.

Roxanne heads for center rink, feels her teammates tap her with their sticks as she leaves the bench. She waits, never still, for the sound of the whistle. Vision narrowing, a single lane like a spotlight down to the goal—to the goalie guarding it. Mac shuffles in her crease, flexes her glove and chokes up on her stick as she anticipates Roxanne’s first move. 

The whistle goes, and so does Roxanne.

She has the best seat in the house to see the puck sail over Mac’s shoulder, to see the frustration building like steam in those dark brown eyes.

“Come on!” Mac screams. Whacks her stick hard on the ground.

She’s all but drowned out as the Bluebirds flood onto the rink and collapse into a giddy, celebratory pile. It takes a handful of minutes to calm the team down enough to join the handshake line, but they do get around to it. The teams gliding past one another and tossing “good game” back and forth between them. The occasional pat or hug from old friends, playful rivals.

Mac is at the tail end of the Otters’ line, fuming. Only present because she’s expected. She mumbles, holds her blocker out in an imitation of a handshake, and passes by the grinning Bluebirds. By the way she’s glaring holes in everyone’s heads, Roxanne half expects a fight to break out. But everything remains wonderfully civil.

“Drinks on us!” Roxanne calls out to both teams. It raises spirits considerably. 

Avery McCarthy is waiting outside the Bluebirds’ locker room when Roxanne emerges showered and changed fifteen minutes later—a can of light beer half-drunk in her hand. Mac raises her own can in recognition; a salute.

“I hate you, sometimes, y’know,” Mac says as she steps up into Roxanne’s space (she’s small, for a goalie, and Roxanne’s legs are a million miles long even when she’s not on skates).

“I know,” Roxanne says smugly. “But it’s cute when you’re mad.”

Mac rolls her eyes and stands on her toes. Pulls Roxanne down into a hard, hungry kiss. One that Roxanne had been waiting for (like shuffling in the crease, waiting for the shot). She fits her arms around Mac and holds her there. Dares her to try and leave now that she’s committed. 

“Not in front of your team—” Mac tries to protest between kisses, her lips moving against Roxanne’s with every word.

“You started it,” Roxanne murmurs, grins.

“Hate you,” Mac says again, this time through a needy little sigh as she sinks deeper into Roxanne’s arms.

“Cute,” Roxanne mumbles back.

They don’t sit together at the bar. Each of them celebrating or commiserating with their team. But now and then, when conversation lulls, eyes meet and converse without saying a thing.