#a magician's secret

[groovyinsects]

[rontra]

night shift (+ variant)

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playing around w stipple beast

[turtleblogatlast]

“Haven’t You Noticed (I’m a Star)” from Steven Universe works so ridiculously well for Leo

[moodyvoid]

Mr. Compress, in the back of a cop car: “Could you possibly turn up the AC? It’s a little stuffy in here—”

Cop: “Stop talking.”

Mr. Compress, on his phone: “Yeah, I’ll be back at the hideout shortly.”

Cop: “What— how did you get your hands free? Are you on the phone?”

Mr. Compress: “Yes, I’m on the phone— Sorry, Dabi, my chaperone is being impolite.”

Cop: “Chaperone??”

Cop, pulls over and looks in the back seat, Mr. Compress is gone.

Radio: “Do you have the suspect detained?”

Cop: “I did.”

Radio: “What do you mean you did?!”

Cop: “I don’t know, he disappeared!”

The car starts up and drives off.

Cop: “HEY!!! STOP!”

Mr. Compress, blasting the AC.

[teasodium]

tis a magic leo!

my secret santa from the tmnt pit!

the prompt was just 'rise leo in a suit' so i went ham after remembering the nifty detail that he canonically loves magic/is a huge magic nerd so this!

[triglycercule]

imagining this very funny totally amusing bit where dust (despite having a lot of pockets) makes horror carry a lighter for him (only because he can't be bothered to remember to bring one on him all the time) and horror keeps it in his head

but horror's a dick so everytime dust wants to smoke and he needs a light horror's always like "whats the password :3" (he actually said the emoticon i was the quotation marks) and dust has to guess. because horror changes it every time. and its never something predictable. and then he either just totally gives up on that cig or he has to forcefully dig into horror's head to get the lighter because horror's being a PRICK

now dust is shoulder deep into horror's eyesocket while horror is clawing and screaming and killer's just standing there behind them watching this unfold with that fuckass smile on his face (he can't get this type of entertainment anywhere else)

[bluelectricblu]

Happy twin peaks day

[lokidokeyartichoki]

an oceans 11 heist movie based on a team dedicated to burning down the Gävle Goat

[weirdlookindog]

Reon Argondian (b. 1962) - Carodej tajnych symbolu (Magician of secret symbols)

[mufos-photo-album]

Drawing dark plants to mentally prep myself for the diagrams I'm gonna have to draw.

[princessimotep]

Blind Character Devotion

Anyone else just ever watch a film / series or play a game and you meet this one character and it just changes your whole perspective? These characters can just turn your brain to mush and you wish they were real?

My genuine reaction when I see them-

[groovyinsects]

random doodles

[thatsbelievable]

[turtleblogatlast]

Love the idea that Leo’s portal and teleportation based fighting style can heavily parallel the types of stuff you’d see in magic acts. Disappearing and reappearing, pulling stuff out of a hat/portal, sleight of hand and other such methods of averting the audience’s/enemies’ attention from what you’re trying to do, etc.

It’s genuinely pretty neat to see and I wish his love of magic acts and magicians was brought up more often because it and his other interests tie into each other and in turn his whole self so neatly.

[dent-de-leon]

Caleb as Plank King Tealeaf's consort--

He gives Caleb a share of all the magical treasure he claims at sea, anything he thinks will make his wizard smile. His crew knows Caleb is always welcome in the captain's quarters, and has free reign to come and go anywhere in Darktow that he pleases.

The first time they ever kissed was on starlit sands under the moonlight; the echoing roar of the tide, a gentle seashore breeze, every shared breath making him feel alive again.

Kingsley knows it was Caleb who carried out the ritual, who tried so desperately to resurrect him. The first soul to try and reach for him in endless darkness, a gentle voice, begging him to come home. Piecing back together the shattered shards of his soul. A kiss on the forehead that still feels like home.

Kingsley in all his roguish charm, tempting as a siren, always offering to whisk Caleb away on another daring adventure at sea. Tantalizing and romantic. Utterly terrible for his teaching schedule. But he still runs off with Kingsley on starry nights, both of them indulging in just a few stolen moments, every lingering touch and sacred vow. Caleb inevitably asking King to come home with him, promising there will always be a place for him. An empty room waiting in the tower, love wrought in shining stained glass. A stray that always wanders back.

Caleb is the only one Kingsley will let see him like this--the leather gloves and coat stripped away, all his scars and tattoos laid bare. Caleb cradling him in his arms again, calling him Circus Man with aching fondness. Kingsley kissing every scar Lucien carved into his Magician.

Some nights, in twisting nightmares and longing dreams, it all comes back--just for a moment. Then it's gone again. Sand slipping through his fingertips, a hollow emptiness. Skin crawling where the Eyes once branded him. Skimming through the pages of a patchwork journal, shuffling an old deck of cards that he still knows by heart.

"Tell me about Mollymauk," he says, curling up in Caleb's arms, the past and present all bleeding together. He needs to hear it from him, from the man who always saw him for who he is, who would lay his heart bare and hold nothing back. "Tell me about you and your Circus Man."

Kingsley cherishing Caleb as his most precious treasure, worth more than all the gold and jewels in the sea.

[denkisauce]

how did he make it feel like anything was possible?

my piece for the @gohexyourselfzine <3 leftover sales are still live!