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the new show by Master Illusionist Colin MacFadden Hello. My name is Colin MacFadden. I'm 37 years old and I'm currently the most sought-after magician in Las Vegas, since dethroning The Twin Marvels, Alex and Bo Barrett, after their recent tragedy. On that note, I just want to say that my heart goes out to Alex during this difficult time. But you came here to learn about me and learn you shall. I like to think I'm approachable to my fans and I want to encourage you to write to me at any time. I'll make sure to reply with the speed of a quick-change at one of my shows. ((Indie OC RP blog. Mostly SFW, but it will be tagged if otherwise. Mun and muse are both 22+, OC friendly, Mun has 7+ years of RP experience. FC is Dominic Cooper.))

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“One percent. You won’t even miss it.”

[conscience-killer]

reasons

[jademerien]

[chervellefryer]

Tiger King Late night, quick doodle.

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[gonnnneeeee]

[disneydorito]

[dominiccoopersource]

It’s a good feeling to come away from a day’s work feeling like you’ve achieved something. Tired brain is good.

[the-new-marvel]

"Could I get your autograph?"

A smirk formed on Colin’s face. “I suppose you could. I mean you have been staring all night, haven’t you?” Colin said, picking up a pen and a napkin from under his drink. “Who am I making this out to?”

[the-new-marvel]

hey-ms-monet:

She didn’t say anything as he began to disrobe, her eyes taking everything in as it was revealed. If she was going to be honest with herself, she was sorely tempted to freeze time on him just so she could get an even better look without his smirking face mocking her for gawking, but she couldn’t even trust herself to step back into place again. Warm heat traveled through her stomach as he dropped his pants and quirked a brow at her, her brown eyes making contact with what would surely be the main source of her entertainment for tonight. 

With Colin in the jacuzzi, Moira was left standing next to the chairs awkwardly. At his voice, she snapped into action, giving him a coy smile before she too began to take her clothes off, one small piece at a time. Her shoes went first, following the magician’s lead, before her shirt fell into a pile on the chair nearest her, revealing her black bra. Slightly shaky fingers went to the button on her jeans, and she pulled them down to reveal her panties, kicking the denim to the side as well. 

She hesitated, making her decision before she quirked a brow back at him as well, smirking as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra with practiced ease. The panties were shirked and she stood in front of him naked, forcing herself to display confidence that she knew she had somewhere inside of her, battling with the overwhelming amount of arousal she’d begun feeling as soon as she noticed his eyes examining every bare inch of her skin. 

“So. Am I allowed to stay a while?” she asked cheekily as she stepped forward, sinking into the hot water of the bubbling jacuzzi next to him.

Colin kept up that ever-present smirk on his face. This was precisely what he wanted. He silently admitted that he had previously underestimated how beautiful her naked form would be -- not that he had any interest in keeping her around for aesthetic purposes. He had much more lusty designs in mind for the night.

As soon as she stepped into the jacuzzi, Colin placed a hand on her thigh and let it travel upwards towards her center.

“Let’s just see how this goes and we can make a decision from there, alright?” he replied smoothly, his middle finger beginning to toy with her clit teasingly. “Now just lay back and enjoy. The only sounds I want coming out of that smart mouth of yours are moans of pleasure.”

Colin turned his body to face Moira’s side, switching hands. His other hand he ran through her hair, massaging her scalp as he leaned in and placed kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

“Tell me how much you want it, baby,” he purred lowly in her ear as his finger slipped neatly into her core and then back out again to return to her clit.

[dominiccoopersource]

[dominiccoopersource]

Dominic Cooper for New York Moves Magazine.

[the-new-marvel]

"If I throw a stick, will you leave?" Bo asked, eyes narrowing at his rival. "Or are you not as well trained as the animals in your show?"

Colin chuckled, crossing his an ankle over his knee and sitting back in his seat. He had no intention of leaving. This was his way of building a case against Bo. The similarities between his show and the Twin Marvels’ had been so obvious recently that he’d decided to do some digging. And the digging proved useful. In just the last week, he fired two of his assistants who had admitted to helping Bo steal his work.

“Oh, come on, Bo. You can’t be serious. This is just professional curiosity between two magicians. I mean, one would become very curious, obviously, when they see something very, very familiar on another magician’s stage,” Colin said, clasping his hands in his lap. “Or am I completely out of line here?”

[bo-barrett-magic]

The finger pointing into his chest was enough to push Bo into the red. He cocked his head ever so slightly to the left as Colin continued to drive the knife in further. He sure as hell knew how to talk a big game, but if there was one thing he was sure to find out, it was that going up against the older Barrett wasn’t the wisest move. Bo turned his head, following Colin’s gaze to his younger twin, smiling at the look on Alex’s face.

“You wanna know what he’s so pissed about?” Bo asked, turning back to look down onto Colin. “I just handed him your blueprints. Houdini’s famous Water Torture Chamber? You call those brand new? He’s looking at them trying to figure out a way to breathe some life into them. Luckily for him, and for me…” Bo leaned in, raising his eyebrows in jest, “I know how to get the crowd to eat that shit up. It’s all in the set up. No amount of cool inventions can beat good old-fashioned showmanship, MacFadden, and that’s a fact. Ask any of the illusionists out on the street, they’ll tell you the same.” 

Bo crossed his arms over his chest then, leaning back out of Colin’s space. “So you can keep being pissed off at me, and you can keep riding our coat-tails, because there’s something about The Twin Marvels that you just can’t beat. And no amount of illusion or gadgetry or petty threats can erase that.”

A look of aggression fell over Bo’s face and he glared down at the other magician. “As for Alex - I’ll always have his love. I don’t need to steal from others to earn it. That blueprint over there doesn’t mean shit. Now,” he said, taking several steps back, “get the hell off my stage. I’ve got a show to rehearse.”

With that, Bo turned his back on Colin and walked away.

[the-new-marvel]

Colin let out an obnoxiously loud, single laugh, then shook his head. “You’re adorable, you know that?” The younger illusionist walked over to where Alex was seated and snatched the blueprints away from him, earning a resigned sigh from the quieter Barrett twin.

“Did you even look at these before handing them to him?” Colin scoffed, hiking a thumb over his shoulder at Alex. “This is so much more than a water torture chamber escape, Bo. And you would know that if you even took a cursory glance at the pages before fetching them happily like a lapdog for widdle Awex.” Colin briefly pouted his lips teasingly at Bo before smirking smugly.

“It’s a disappearance and transference, you nimrod. Don’t believe me? Ask your brother.” Colin rolled up the blueprints and tapped Bo on the forehead with them.

“See... now I’ll get the hell off your stage. I got what I came for. You two have a nice evening.” The magician stepped down off the stage and strode confidently towards the door, but turned around just before leaving. “Oh! And before I forget -- do come see my show. I’ll leave some tickets for you at the box office. You might find it... educational -- maybe learn a thing or two. Ciao, boys.” And with that, Colin swung the door open and left.

[the-new-marvel]

"Could I get your autograph?"

A smirk formed on Colin’s face. “I suppose you could. I mean you have been staring all night, haven’t you?” Colin said, picking up a pen and a napkin from under his drink. “Who am I making this out to?”

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She’d be damned if that smirk wasn’t the thing that made her decision for her. Throwing caution to the wind, she stepped toward him as he took her wrist in hand, allowing him to lead her through room after room, apparently deciding to skimp on the tour. Some part of her supposed that she’d end up getting the tour later on, though she might be seeing some of it from her back. 

Regardless, her eyes wandered, taking in one grand room after another as she tried to ease herself into relaxing. She wasn’t nervous, per se - just jittery. Anxious from the promise of what was to come. This wasn’t exactly a standard occurrence for her.

“Would you think less of me if I started with clothes or without? I should hate to start out on your bad side. Unless… that’s where you’d like me?” Moira smirked as she followed Colin out onto the dimly lit patio, his glimmering turquoise pool just a few feet away from the jacuzzi. 

She stopped them, turning him to face her. “I can be awfully accommodating. Especially for someone like you.”

[the-new-marvel]

Colin shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “It’d be difficult to think less of you either way,” he said, his eyes scanning her body from her toes to her eyes. He let out a little scoff. “So, hey, whatever you want to do is fine by me. You’re gonna end up in the same position with whichever option you choose.”

The illusionist kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and tossed his jacket and tie on a lounge chair by the pool, looking over his shoulder at Moira to make certain she was watching. Sure that he had her attention at this point, Colin turned to face her and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall down his arms, revealing his tan, muscled torso.

“Enjoying the show?” he asked cheekily, reaching down to the button on his slacks. He popped it open, unzipped the front, and stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side. Finally he dropped his boxer briefs to the ground, baring his entire body for his soon-to-be conquest to see. He was silently confident that she would be impressed with what she saw.

Colin quirked an eyebrow and turned away from her, stepping into the jacuzzi. Sitting down, he turned his gaze back to Moira.

“...Well? What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

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[the-new-marvel]

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[the-new-marvel]

"If I throw a stick, will you leave?" Bo asked, eyes narrowing at his rival. "Or are you not as well trained as the animals in your show?"

Colin chuckled, crossing his an ankle over his knee and sitting back in his seat. He had no intention of leaving. This was his way of building a case against Bo. The similarities between his show and the Twin Marvels’ had been so obvious recently that he’d decided to do some digging. And the digging proved useful. In just the last week, he fired two of his assistants who had admitted to helping Bo steal his work.

“Oh, come on, Bo. You can’t be serious. This is just professional curiosity between two magicians. I mean, one would become very curious, obviously, when they see something very, very familiar on another magician’s stage,” Colin said, clasping his hands in his lap. “Or am I completely out of line here?”

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Bo quirked a brow at Colin’s growl, the man going on the offensive, before giving him a chuckle. “Don’t pretend for a second that you don’t just love knowing how much you’ve fooled your audience. You can’t tell me that they’re not stupid, because I’ll tell you this much, Colin… they are,” he said, leaning forward and pointing a finger at his rival. “Not because they want to be, oh no. They want to be smarter than us. They want to learn the tricks. But their brains don’t line up with their eyes. They play the tricks on themselves.” 

Taking a step back so as to not get ahead of himself as well, Bo crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Will they recognize the similarities? Perhaps. Will they think any differently? Of course not. They’ll see it as an imitation, an homage. Flattery, like I said. And as for those blueprints?” He raised his eyebrows, that trademark smirk of his highlighting his words. 

“Consider what I did for you a favor… they weren’t very good tricks anyway. Not until Alex got a hold of them.”

[the-new-marvel]

Colin bit his lip, smiling. “God, Bo… You have surpassed my expectations. I mean, I always knew you looked fucking stupid, but holy hell, you really are that stupid. It’s almost impressive. Seriously. Bravo,” the younger magician sneered.

“Now, see… you’re relying on the idea that people have seen every trick in the book so far. But as magic creators like your brother and I know, they ain’t seen nothing yet. There are so many, many things left to accomplish outside of making a beautiful woman disappear,” Colin continued, stepping up onto the stage to stand toe to toe with the taller Bo. “And these ideas that you’ve stolen – not that you would know, being the hulking idiot you are – are brand new ideas. I have slaved over this work and I didn’t do it so that it could be snatched out from under me by undeserving shits like you.”

Colin poked a finger into the center of Bo’s chest. “Now I don’t know what you were thinking when you paid off my assistants, but if this is one of your weird, incestuous things where you try to earn your brother’s love by impressing him, I recommend you go out and hunt your own game, instead of, you know, taking mine. Just look at Alex. Look how fucking unimpressed he looks. That’s on you, Barrett.”