#source: magicians

[nameless-sovereign]

Alastor, disgusted: you saved my life, I now owe you a life debt! This is awful!

Lucifer, filled with rage: get me a knife I'll stab you right now!

[siliconcat]

congratulations to patchouli for inventing the worst way anyone’s ever sat in a chair

[keepers-art-n-craft]

Frankie in game cutout and murals

[incorrectarcana]

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

Love how Yuugi uses Dark Magician Girl as a way to encourage Mana

And it works!

[incorrectteyvatism]

Paimon: Point is, we need to try it.

Traveler: But that's illegal.

Paimon: ?

Traveler: I'm just fucking with you, I'm in.

Albedo: I'm in, too. I heard the word "illegal."

[iridescent-solstice]

{ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ.} Art of Asra by Manda Schank from artstation

𝐈𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 . . . that finally confessing his feelings would have led to this… He would have borne his heart to you a lot sooner. His low lidded eyes threatening to shut after a long day of travelling, but still he couldn't sleep for whatever reason. He was far too restless. So he props himself off the pillow to lean on his elbow instead, his hand keeping his head high as he watches your chest rise and fall slowly . . . Peacefully. He snickers occasionally at how cutely your nose twitches in your sleep or how you’d shift a little every now and then but never roll too far from him. It felt like you needed him close just as much as he preferred you to be. Observing you from afar was never enough for him. His entire being craved to be near yours.

Without hesitation his left arm lifts itself, almost without his command, reaching to wrap around your waist tentatively again. To pull you close. After such a long time away from the shop. It almost felt . . . foreign to hold another in his arms. He was no stranger to opening his eyes to the bright beams of sunlight and an empty bedside. But with you around… He didn't feel quite so lonely anymore. There were too many emotions to describe the whirlwind of emotions going on inside him. Happy to see you. Longing to touch you. Wishing to be yours wholeheartedly. Far too much excitement at the thought of spending his day with you . . . But the most intense one of them all was fear. He was afraid. He was scared.

And it was all because of you 

Gently cradling your body close to his as if you were made of glass. Your presence is both comforting and intoxicating to him at the same time. He gets lost in it sometimes. Lost in a way that his mind gets dizzy with just the mere sight of you. His heart aching to hear your melodious voice and to see that beaming sleepy smile. Directed at him of all people. How lucky was he to have something worth losing. Especially when all his life was spent alone. He never attached himself to anyone after his first relationship. Losing his parents, his friends, and so many more things. He had learned early on not to depend on anyone but himself. Yet he . . . He couldn't imagine losing you in any way shape or form . . . He fell for you. Hook line and sinker. He couldn't imagine his day without your gentle humming echoing through his shop. Couldn’t imagine missing the moment you'd blow a kiss towards him when a customer's back was turned to you. Couldn’t imagine loosing you at all.

Infact he loathed the idea of you even being out of arm’s reach. It felt like he was loosing you. He really didnt like it at all . . .

Not when you’d slip out of his arms to cook late breakfast. Not in the crowded marketplace when you'd both rush to get the last batch of the baker's famous pumpkin bread. But especially not to the plague rumoured to be spreading rapidly all over Versavia . . . A worried look flashes across his face at the thought. Brows furrowed in deep contemplation as he pulls you closer to him. His grip tightening. The thoughts of the plague far too upsetting to linger upon. Burying his face in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent. He keeps you as close to him as possible. Not wanting to entertain any thought of the situation to come . . . More and more people were falling victim to it, he could only hope that when the severity was far too great, that you'd be willing to leave the city of Versuvia . . . His brows furrow at the uncertainty that his sleep deprived mind just raised. Of course you would! . . . Why wouldn't you want to leave a plague infested city with him? Why would you risk your own safety for others? . . . Why would you when he's all you need? There'd be no harm to befall you . . . Not when he'd still around to protect you . . . And protect you he will, until his very last breath has left him. He can't do that if you won't listen to him, but that doesn't mean he won't try his damn hardest to save you. Yet before he can wonder further upon the topic. His mind begins to turn hazy. Too tired to worry any further, and he finds himself drifting away with you in his arms. Right where you belong.

[ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @anitalenia] ⤷ Recoloured and resized a tad to fit the character / blog

[lydsstilinksi]

Nico: *almost dying in Blood of Olympus* Why are you helping me, we hardly know each other?

Will: I bond fast. Time is an illusion.

[trans-elrond]

helloooooo????????????

We understand that Craig is being eyed as one of the key names on the table to play Uncle Andrew Ketterley. Andrew is described as Digory Kirke’s eccentric and morally ambiguous uncle. He is one of the main antagonists of The Magician’s Nephew, which we’re told is what Greta Gerwig will adapt first. Andrew is both a magician and an alchemist who, in the books, tricks Diagory’s friend into entering another world. One of his experiments inadvertently brings Jadis, the White Witch, to London, causing chaos. 

[emmikay]

Al: But that stuff’s illegal.

Ed: (raises an eyebrow)

Al:  I’m messing with you. I’m in.

Ling: I’m in too. I heard the word illegal.

[pathetic-dreamy]

Zayn: Hey Liam, wanna see a magic trick?

Liam: Are you gonna magically clean the garage like I asked a month ago?

Zayn:

Liam:

Zayn: *holds up a deck of cards* Pick a card, any card.

[incorrect-finding-frankie]

*Frankie and the others are causing some shenanigans*

Someone: Those guys are dorks.

Lucky Contestant, nodding: Yes, but they’re my dorks.

@fandommadnessthings

[keepers-art-n-craft]

Frankie and Henry's unfinished partners in crime poster

[fortunatelyfresco]

Penn & Teller

Teller: Discourse in Magic, "A Life of Magic with Teller", with host Jonah Babins (12/24/2020)

"So what we ended up becoming was kind of a one-person act done by two people. And that's an interesting thing to do. I'm surprised that more magicians haven't discovered that. [...] Magicians are perpetually doing this act of behaving like two people. Your right hand is one guy, who picks up the ball, and hands it to your left hand, which is the other guy."

Penn Jillette: Interview with Ken Plume (2003)

"Completely a one-man show done by two people. And also, doing that without any compromise whatsoever - which I think is what I find the most fascinating about it. It’s not like these two people give up themselves to work together – they become more themselves to work together. That idea is just in everything we do. That’s not true… It’s in a lot of the stuff we do."

[bistrocule]

You're in fandom? Name every fanfiction.

-- Terry (he/it)

[pink-yuri]

♡ Re-employment Life With an Unsociable Untalkative Magician ♡