#the magicians cast

[lizardkingeliot]

hale appleman cuddling a puppy. that's it that's the post.

[itsminimes]

Summer Bishil is a goddess. Fact.

[giffedit]

[taichouu]

I was painting today so in between drying time I did a study over my DMG figure to keep myself busy. The little Yugis are for @toadstool32 because somebody else needed to draw Yugi tonight and I'm a man of my word.

[dingdangit]

something i love about bigtop burger is that it really brings me back to the original essence of "blorbo from my shows," in terms of elevator pitch incoherence. yeah this is my guy blorbo the clown. he's an elder trickster god who runs a food truck. this is his fucko undead food truck nemesis who's bounty hunting him wile e. coyote style. theyre both still weirdly invested in the burgers thing. they manage two staffs of weirdos, one of whom is a real medical doctor (?). this is never plot-relevant. cats the musical is an integral component. yeah i'm deeply emotionally invested in it.

[oliveoomph]

Olivia Taylor Dudley

[harmonysanreads]

he's so silly ☹️💕

[radiantsouth]

they're right and they SHOULD say it

[hezuart]

have you seen the hazbin trailer? And if yes what's your opinion on it

Yes, it looks very decent. Charlie's personality seems like it's put together better than the pilot. I like Charlie's new voice actor but I miss everyone else's. Angels looking like demons has always been a design issue, its a shame they didn't change it. It did feel like it spoiled what is going to happen, and it does feel like it's going the direction Helluva Boss is in terms of swapped plot. Helluva Boss was initially about IMP, a bunch of assassins who kill humans for profit, but then it devolved into Stolas romantic traumatic drama. Hazbin Hotel was supposed to be about redeeming sinners but now it looks like they're just going straight into war with Heaven. On one hand, I'm glad it's not gonna be an episodic "redeem this person now!" because feasibly that can't work forever. Plus, they are very short on time, they only have 8 eps per season so they had to basically get right to it. On the other hand, that kind of defeats the entire point of the pilot, the entire point of the title- it was Hazbin Hotel, a place for sinners to be redeemed, and it seems like immediately that idea is going to be shut down. But I could be wrong, the trailer showed a lot, but not enough context to be sure. As for woman-lead, I will retract my statement by just a tad because Charlie is indeed the main character here, but I'm still on the fence based off the screen time the other women got in the trailer. Niffty's and Cherri's was next to nothing. Vaggie looks like she's just getting a song to herself luckily, but it looks like it is only going to be one, and we also don't know what she's singing about just yet. So I am more hopeful but still skeptical based on Helluva Boss's writing. I'm def excited for Charlie and Alastor, even if I don't end up satisfied with their arcs or direction.

[idleiji]

Was to lazy to do lineart and shade so here's a doodle of Kiki and kylar:)

Kylar is fucking tiny compared to Kiki but then we wouldn't be able to see kylar face so I mightve switched it up a little😊....

[ceragondubs]

Hello everyone! As some of you may have noticed, we have decided to pick our The Arcana dub back up! ^^ However, it will be a reboot because our original actors can no longer voice act so we are going to have an all new cast!

For those interested in auditioning, Nadia, Asra, and Lucio are open! In the description there will be ways to submit an audition. We’re so excited to release this casting call and hope you may consider sending in an audition! 💙

THIS IS NOT A PAID PROJECT AND FOR FUN AND EXPERIENCES ONLY! Deadline to audition: APRIL 30TH, 2024.

[lizardkingeliot]

these two beauties 💖

[itsminimes]

Boys of winter - Jason Ralph edition

[beeapocalypse]

rough idea for a magician who really leans into her rejection of the traditional thulite practice of magic after getting raised up that way and the unicorn that killed and then ate her brother

[carry-on-every-neverland-magic]

The Bent-Neck Lady remains one of the most devastating and exquisite episodes of television ever

[mortiferumsomnum]

the magic hour is now (you cannot slow it down)

THIS POST JUST--- I have so many feelings *sobs*

@annoyed-at-things please have his little drabble of mine. I didn’t use your whole prompt because I focused mostly on Tim (the magic hit only him), ehe~

***

Tim felt like he was floating, as if he was sinking slowly under water, drowning. He couldn’t breathe, his vision was blurry, and all sounds around him were muffled.

His limbs felt too heavy, felt too hot and cold at the same time as he reached up for--- something. someone.

He thinks he’s calling for... Damian? Is Damian around here? 

Damian, are you here? Where are you? Damian?

Warmth. There is warmth covering the hand he reached with. He could feel pressure, feel it being squeezed. It felt nice. Comforting. If this is how warm Damian’s hands were, Damian should hold hands with people more often.

He closes his eyes. The muffled sounds around him grew louder, but Tim couldn’t bring himself to open them anymore. He felt comforted and safe. He felt warm and sleepy. 

Soon, Tim felt nothing.

***

Damian had attended many funerals in his life. However, he was used to bodies being cremated and stored in urns before being buried in the dirt. It was interesting looking at a coffin. The last time he’s seen one was when his father was temporarily dead. 

However, compared to that experience where he felt only a small sense of remorse and indifference, seeing Timothy in a coffin had hit different.

Timothy is usually pale, even as he goes out to spend time with Conner or his love Bernard. Now, where Timothy lay, he looked paler. The make-up fails to hide the bluish tint of his lips and around his cheeks. 

Damian looks away from the smile that never left Timothy’s face as he... passed. He already knew what it looks like, even if his memory of his smile had blood coating Timothy’s face as he squeezed Damian’s hand back, whispering about how Damian was... warm. 

He couldn’t believe Timothy thought he was, because Damian felt ice-cold as he held his hand and demanded that he stayed awake. His whole body felt frozen stiff as he watched Jon keep pressure on Timothy’s wounds. But Timothy had--

He had too many deep scars. Scars that Damian didn’t know existed.

The scar on Timothy’s neck hadn’t really healed, covered by plaster. Even as Timothy laid in his coffin, there was plaster covering his neck. There were more on his body, but deeper on his abdomen. Blood was gushing from two vital places, and Damian and Jon tried their best to staunch the bleeding while waiting for help, for Batman, to arrive.

The magician that casted the spell

Timothy wasn’t even calling for Batman. He sent a signal, yes. But he wasn’t calling for Batman.

Dami’n, ‘re you... ‘ere?

Someone was hugging Damian now, but Damian didn’t care. His body still felt cold despite the arm tugging him close to someone’s chest. There was a deep scent of sweat, hay and lavender - Richard. Timothy had always said that he never stopped smelling like a circus, trying to cover it up with some cologne that Barbara got him.

He was brought to sit down, far away from where he could see Timothy’s face. Not that he could see him anymore, Jason was now standing where Damian was, peering over Timothy with a blank face and a white-knuckle grip on his coffin.

He wondered what Jason might be thinking, if he was remembering the moments before he died. Timothy said that Jason died trying to call for Batman, trying to escape only to accept that he wouldn’t be making it out alive.

Timothy didn’t call for Batman. He didn’t even look like he knew he was dying.

Wh’re ‘re you?

“Are you okay, Damian?”

Was he okay? Richard’s soft voice called for him once again, but Damian couldn’t bare to look up to his eldest brother, his father figure and mentor. Damian found it slightly hilarious that Richard was comforting him right now when he knew that out of all the brothers, Richard must be feeling the most guilt. He was not there when Jason died, and he was not there when Timothy died.

Damian only relaxed into Richard’s chest, burying his face into his clothes.

...Damian?

“I was there,” he whispered. He felt a hand stop rubbing his back. He didn’t even know when that started, but the hand stayed paused in the middle.

“I... Jon and I... we tried stopping the bleeding...”

Damian’s whole body was back to being cold, and the warm hand felt scorching where it laid. “But Timothy was calling for me and...”

He looked at his hands. They were no longer red. They were cleaned of blood, but the warm and wet feeling still felt fresh in his mind.

“He said I was warm.” Warm like his blood-soaked fingers, like the blood pooling out of Timothy’s body nonstop. “I held his hand and he said I was warm.”

He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.

But he knew Richard was, from the way he seemed to be heaving and clutching Damian tighter.

“Did he call for anyone?” Richard asked. 

Damian nodded, breath hitching and finally acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was crying.

“He called for me,” he said.

Richard kissed his head. “And you were there.”

Damian nodded. “I was there.”