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[benjamineharrisonart]

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[evita-shelby]

Preview for chapter 20 of Of Gods and Witches

(Continuing because it appears Tenoch Huerta's accuser is lying (she blocked every journalist that wants to speak to her and one person debunked one of her supposed 'proofs')

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“You know what this means, don’t you?” Eva asks the queen once she enters the room.

Shuri wasn’t here yet, staying up all night trying to figure out how to make the plant grow from the fibers.

“We are prepared for such things.” Ramonda says ,clearly underestimating her enemy.

No one had faced one like her husband and his people.

How can you go against someone who could hypnotize your guards into opening every door for them?

“No you aren’t. Wakanda will suffer if you do not let me handle this.” Eva begins. “My husband has prepared his people for battle since he became king four hundred years ago.”

The only way to get him to stop is if she summons him and calms him down.

If anyone can get Namor to stand down, it was her.

“Wakanda would not survive this.” Eva, knowing fully well how easy it was to exploit the weaknesses the first time, has seen this place flooded out of existence.

Namor does not seek to conquer, he seeks to destroy.

“You do not know that.” The queen says just as her daughter arrived.

“I know him.” The witch cautioned.

[eroticzonesrl]

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[rxdshood-a]

Life is a mystery, after all -- frustratingly, wonderfully unfathomable -- and the House has always embodied that idea. Maybe that's why I've felt so at home with her. 

begin again secret santa 2k21 present for my love @mistressofmagic 💜

[firstxman]

i’m sorry that we never told you. // @mistressofmagic​

Jean was dead. Jean was dead, and the world felt so much emptier than it had before. It felt so much harder to breathe. Scott couldn’t tear his eyes away from the body, and he felt sick just thinking the words. The body. Not Jean, who used to run her fingers through his hair when he lay his head in his lap. Not Jean, who once pointed up at the starry night sky and said I’m going to go there someday. Not Jean, who understood him better than anyone ever had. A body. Just a body.

He almost forgot Zatanna was there, which was stupid and wrong and maybe a little cruel, too. She was right there, on the other side of the body, and Scott almost forgot. And then she spoke, and he tore his eyes away from Jean’s hand sprawled out on the grass, away from her hair flowing behind her, away from her still chest. 

Zatanna looked shellshocked, looked desolate. Scott imagined he looked the same. He swallowed, closing his eyes so tightly that it burned. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. “She asked you to,” he said quietly, “didn’t she?”

[impulselantern]

everyone gets theirs wings clipped at some point. // @mistressofmagic​

“No, no, no, no, no,” Simon protested, sticking his foot in the door before Zatanna could slam it shut. He was reasonably certain this wouldn’t stop her, even if she had to break a toe or two to do it, but he was clinging to the idea that it might slow her down, just a little. Because he really, really couldn’t afford to ‘have his wings clipped,’ as she put it.

Shit with the slime people was getting... not good. More and more of them seemed to be turning up, both in slime form and in disguise. It was beginning to look a little bit like something that rhymed with schimvasion, and Simon was pretty sure if that happened, the Corps were going to find some way to blame him. Simon didn’t need that right now. He didn’t need that ever, but especially not right now.

And Zee could help. He knew she could.

“Look, Zee, I just need --- like, an hour of your time. Maybe two! Not to be dramatic, but the fate of the world literally depends on it!”

[twentyninetynines]

[ txt ]: It doesn’t sound vegetarian! // @mistressofmagic

(✉️ ➡️ memaw): you’re a vegetarian? (✉️ ➡️ memaw): [UNSENT] wait. no. you told me that already. (✉️ ➡️ memaw): i mean, i knew that (✉️ ➡️ memaw): it’s vegetarian meat pies (✉️ ➡️ memaw): the meat is silent [...] (✉️ ➡️ memaw): i’ll make something else.

[vengeancedemons]

‘ so there is a brain inside all that muscle. ‘ // @mistressofmagic

Zatanna wasn’t exactly Robbie’s favorite person to spend time with, but... when you had something to get to the bottom of, you didn’t often get to choose your partner. His relationship with Coulson’s team had begun under similar circumstances, and had been far more irritating than this. That was what he continued to tell himself, even as irritation burned through his chest. Zee was annoying, but at least she hadn’t tried to lock him in a damn containment pod or trapped him on a plane six hundred feet off the ground and refused to let him off. Silver linings, he guessed.

Still, any break in the case was a relief. Not just because Robbie wanted to get to the bottom of this bullshit, but because every step closer to answers meant another step closer to spending far, far less time with Zatanna Zatara. It gave him something to look forward to. And this step...

“Fuck off,” he growled in response to her comment. “Just... it makes sense when you think about it. Right? The Darkhold isn’t on Earth. I would know if it was, because I can feel it. I know what it feels like, and I don’t feel that. But I do feel something. Like... it’s muted. Smaller. The book’s not here... but maybe parts of it are.” He paused, exhaling a deep breath. “I mean... Books have pages, right?”

[immortalweapon]

‘ so, who actually saw what happened? ‘ // @mistressofmagic

It wasn’t rare for Danny to show up at Shadowcrest at any given time, walking in when the door was open for him. It took him a long time to feel comfortable in New York again, to feel comfortable in his own skin, but now that he was? He wasn’t one to tiptoe. He walked into Zee’s house with confidence, certain that she wouldn’t see it as an intrusion even when it became clear that she wasn’t yet home. He’d been content to sit on the couch and wait, but...

He wasn’t very good at waiting. He got antsy, felt the need to get up and move around, to look at the things on the walls and the shelves. He wasn’t sure what kind of vase was sitting on the bookshelf, but his interest had been so solely focused on the brightly colored spine of the novel behind it that he’d hardly paid it any mind at all. At least, not until it fell off the shelf and shattered with a suspicious looking gust of purple smoke just in time for Zee to step into the room.

Danny froze where he stood, as if standing still enough might distract from the broken ceramic on the floor. When Zee spoke, he panicked. His eyes darted around the room for a moment before landing on the mummy standing nearby. “Hassan broke your vase,” he blurted instantly.

[rictorscales]

🌳 a happy text. // @mistressofmagic

(✉️ ➡️ thinks i’m a cop): jeff bezos is going to space! do you know what this means? (✉️ ➡️ thinks i’m a cop): we can lock him off the whole planet!!!!! (✉️ ➡️ thinks i’m a cop): i need you to do a spell (✉️ ➡️ thinks i’m a cop): i need you to put a big fence around earth so he can’t get back (✉️ ➡️ thinks i’m a cop): this is gonna be great for us, zee! 

[catalystsofchange]

“I’d like for you to leave now.” // @mistressofmagic (flashback)

Things had been off for a while now. Dick had felt it, like TV static between them, like the pins and needles that made your foot go numb when you’d been sitting in one position for too long. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, hadn’t been willing to say it aloud, because that meant making it real. And he really, really hadn’t wanted it to be real. He and Bruce were arguing more than they used to, and Dick knew it was only a matter of time before things blew up. What he had with Zatanna was pins and needles and TV static, but it was better than white hot rage and angry frustration. So, he ignored the fact that something hadn’t been clicking for a while.

But there were two people here, and Zee seemed a lot less willing to shut things out.

He didn’t even know what the argument had been about in the beginning. It was a small thing, something tiny that spiraled out of control until they were both on their feet and his chest hurt from yelling and Zee was ---

Zee was telling him to leave. 

Panic replaced anger in his chest, and he quickly shook his head. “No, come on, I don’t --- Look, we should talk about this, we can, we can work it out. Right?” His heart was pounding and his palms were sweating and he thought he might have said anything if it meant she’d let him stay.

[the-hellblxzer]

(STREET FIGHTER): for OUR MUSES to get jumped by a gang of feral animals. -- @mistressofmagic​

Magic gone haywire was not a pretty sight. John had pushed the limits of that a few times, mostly when he tried spellcasting while drunk. This was not quite the same, but things had gotten so weird so quickly that he had to try and get to the bottom of this. The first person he could think to check with was Zee, despite his tendency to fuck everything up for her. But hey, when things were already fucked, could he possibly fuck them up any more? Yes, knowing John he probably could, but he still could only think of going to see Zatanna, fully expecting not to receive any sort of welcome wagon from her.

Tracking her aura only made things weirder, though, because each time John tried to find her through her magical signature, he kept getting indications that it was all around him. Which was totally sodding impossible, so when he finally got wind of a strong signal, he followed it, now wanting to get Zee's opinion on things more than ever. Catching sight of her up ahead of him, John hurried down the street, trying not to pay attention to the continuing bizarre sights around them. 

"Oi, Zee!" he called out, "I know the Yanks like ta go all out wit' gettin' in th' holiday spirit, but this is pretty bleedin' ridiculous!" Reaching her at last, he skidded to a stop, taking as deep of a breath as his smoke-addled lungs would allow. "Phew, all jokin' aside, I noticed th' strangest thing when I was tryin' ta get t' th' bottom of..." He trailed off as he looked at her, realizing that there was something noticeably different about her. Quickly, he realized what it was. "Zee, are you...d'you got a bun in th'--"

Again he was cut off, but this time by the sound of ominous growling and harsh voices nearby--and coming closer. Turning, John saw a pack of definitely aggressive-looking dogs and cats heading towards them. "Aw bugger," he grumbled, shaking his head, "An' here I was hopin' I'd get ta punch a skeleton out instead."

[davidgarciasilvermoondesign]

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[eroticzonesrl]

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[hulkoutarchived]

Maybe I already do. // Sue Zao

@mistressofmagic @avengerofiron

[impulselantern]

“ this sounds like a nightmare. ” // @mistressofmagic​

According to... pretty much everybody, Lantern jobs on Earth were supposed to be pretty easy. That was why the big wigs spent so much of their time in other parts of the galaxy and left the little blue planet to people like Simon, who wasn’t nearly as good at pretending to know what he was doing as he tried to be. He was a fumbling mess on his best days, and he was pretty sure it showed. 

This job? It was something a more experienced Lantern would’ve handled in, like, thirty seconds. But for Simon? It took him two hours and he was covered in feathers and goo when it was all over. There were plenty of places he could go in the city to get cleaned up, of course, and a few places he couldn’t. He wasn’t going home like this, not with Sira doubtlessly waiting up in the living room because, I need to make sure you’re not bleeding out when you walk through the door, you idiot. And he wasn’t going to Jess, either, both because seeing him like this probably wouldn’t help her performance anxiety and because she’d hold it over his head for, like, ever. The Corps really ought to have safehouses around the big cities. Simon made a note to bring it up at the next meeting as he steeled himself outside Zatanna’s door, sighing. She’d probably laugh at him, but she’d probably also know some kind of a spell to get this shit off, and he’d have to settle for that.

Zee looked pretty done the second she opened the door, and Simon quickly stuck his foot between the door and the frame to avoid being locked out in case she was feeling less than generous. (Would the whole foot in the door thing do anything about magic? Or would she just magic his foot off? He hoped it would just work as a preventative measure to keep her from trying to shut him out, but it sure seemed like a gamble.) “I haven’t even said anything yet,” he complained. “Look, can you just --- Can you give me a hand? I don’t know what this stuff is, but it’s starting to burn, and I’m way to pretty to have any kind of scarring.”