#ofmagikandlimbo

[rictorscales]

@ruleroflimbo

(✉️ ➡️ goat legs): hey someone sent me an anonymous death threat in russian (✉️ ➡️ goat legs): be honest, was it you? because you could have written it a little neater. common courtesy (✉️ ➡️ goat legs): if i sent you an anonymous spanish death threat, i would use my nicest handwriting. but i guess i’m just more polite than you are... it’s really sad

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: more polite

[firstxman]

@ruleroflimbo​

Scott had a distinct feeling that his pounding headache wouldn’t cease until the world went back to their version of normal. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying fruitlessly to combat it. Naturally, it had little effect. Sighing, he leaned back in his desk chair and blinked up at the ceiling, turning only when he heard a tap at the window.

Outside, on the concrete, there was a zombie. Not a real one, he was certain of that --- it seemed an inflatable yard ornament, arms flopping with little control. It had just enough control to throw rocks at his window, though the throws weren’t hard enough to break the glass (which he was sure was the intent behind the action). 

Hearing footsteps approach, Scott glanced back to see a familiar head of blonde hair. “You’re not missing a zombie, are you? I think I may have found it.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: zombie

[mistressofmagic-a]

@ofmagikandlimbo

Zatanna had her hand over her ring. It felt strange. She had heard people talk about their rings before, it was all in passing on TV but there’s as a weight to it. Someone had said that it was like a physical connection to another person. A reminder that someone loved them. And that sentiment made her wonder, while she was twisting the ring on her finger and thinking — if Tony was doing the same thing. (The only thing that Zee was sure of at this point, was that she was never going to touch another drop of tequila in her life.)

When Illyana finally showed up at the house, Zee held up her hand — showing the ring briefly. “So, I might have gotten married last night.” Framed like a joke, like it wasn’t real or serious and that Zatanna wasn’t freaking out. “But post vows clarity, I don’t think you really understood what I was telling you at the gala when I meant that we were working. I meant… if you want a job you have one here. You know that, right? And there is space here for you, if you need it.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: offers #illyana rasputina: 4

[boomboombaby]

‘ has it been that long? ’

@ofmagikandlimbo​

 Tabby on the couch, draped across it dramatically with the TV on. Rich people always had the most over the top shit — and it made her want to touch everything — but then on days like today, she just wanted to curl up on the ridiculously soft sofa and watch TV. And judging by the pristine buttons, she was pretty sure that this TV had never been touched. Or at least, barely. What did rich people even do other than be rich and bitch about the poor?

“We should steal the tv,” she said, looking for Ric but finding that Illyana was the one standing next to the couch, looking at the time like they were counting down the minutes for her mentor to show up and throw them all out. “What? Sick of us already?” Tabby asked, continuing to flip through the channels. “I thought she was busy or whatever — this party have a curfew?”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: countdown #illyana rasputina: 1

[phoenixtouched]

‘ who are you? ‘ 

@ofmagikandlimbo

Maybe it wasn’t an accusation. Maybe it wasn’t someone telling Rachel she didn’t belong — but her entire body was tense and her jaw tightened at the question. This place was supposed to be a safe place for mutants, and yet she was being questioned. And what was worse, at least in Rachel’s mind, was that the mind that was pressing her for answers had shields up. “I don’t answer to you,” Rachel said immediately, turning on her heels to face the woman in question, a hardened look on her face. For a moment, it reminded her of butting heads with Storm over if she was their leader or not. But she didn’t know the woman in front of her, and so… the heat was there for a different reason. Her frustration on display in the only way that Rachel knew how to deal with it. By being angry. By being aggressive. By shoving people back. “It’s rude not to introduce yourself first.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: who are you #illyana rasputina: 1

[daisyquakes]

@ofmagikandlimbo​

Daisy was sitting in the park. Her eyes on the distance, watching the water shift as the breeze brushed the top of it. There had been a time that she would have gone to the church to light a candle, but she couldn’t remember the last time she stepped into a church and prayed properly. (And it was so hard to believe in anything when life kept beating them all down.) Hearing footsteps, Daisy glanced in the direction of the intruder. She recognized her. Didn’t remember her name — or if she had even given it — but Daisy remembered her face at least. “Didn’t expect anyone to leave the island. Figured you’d all be closing ranks around him.” That’s how it had been when Coulson had died. Of course, Erik wasn’t Coulson but he still mattered.

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: little talks #illyana rasputina: 3

[twentyninetynines]

“You can actually see the stars now.” // @ruleroflimbo​

By 2099, even the most secluded parts of the world were hazy with pollution. They had outposts in the desert, places with less people where the corps didn’t have quite as much power as they did in the big cities, but the population sizes in those areas could hardly be considered small by twencen standards. There were still hundreds of thousands of people there, overpopulation having saturated the world with so many of them that ‘being alone’ was more of a concept than a thing you could actually do.

And no matter where you went, there was light. In Nueva York, where Miguel had grown up, midnight looked like noon with the amount of neon signs lighting the city up. His penthouse had blackout curtains that still couldn’t block it all out. It had made his newfound sensitivity to light after his transformation into Spider-Man almost unbearable. Light was everywhere, bright and painful. But now...

Now it was dark. It was dark, and he was looking up at the sky with his breath caught in his throat because he’d never seen anything like this. The clearest night sky he’d ever seen had been in a desert, and even that was the equivalent to what someone in this decade might find in a midsized city like Seattle. This was nothing like that. This was clear and bright and strange. It was beautiful, in its way. 

A voice caught his attention, and he glanced back. He recognized her, however brief their encounter had been. The teleporter who’d sent his heart racing by transporting him without warning, the one who he’d snapped at. (Who hadn’t he snapped at? Xina always said it was what he was best at.) Looking back to the sky, he nodded. “Never seen them like this before,” he admitted, which he hoped wasn’t too out of place. There were plenty of people from this time period who’d grown up in New York and never left it, and he was sure they could make the same statement. 

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: stars

[demiwonder-a]

26. — protection @ofmagikandlimbo​

Cassie knew she used her anger as protection from other people. She was unapprochable at the best of times and even without the lightning she felt run through her veins before her powers were zapped from her she had a bite that could rival most people. Though, she felt entitled to the anger and dislike she felt. It was hard for her to get her to change her mind when she was stuck on how she felt. Illyana was one of those things that she wouldn’t change her mind on. She hadn’t ever really give her a reason to in her mind.

The coffee shop Cassie was sat in was bustling enough and she was trying to finish the application for a receptionist position at SHIELD when a shadow was cast over her table. She looked up and she immediately scowled, shutting her laptop. “What?” The tone was flat, a sharp edge to it at best. She wasn’t in the mood for a fight (but it always was that, wasn’t it? Always a fight.) “Do you have any sort of inclination that this may be a good idea? Because it isn’t.” 

#int: illyana rasputin #int: ftf #ftf: illyana rasputin #illyana rasputin: 004 #ofmagikandlimbo

[bewaretheraven]

“ i don’t like this… ” // @ofmagikandlimbo

The world of magic was bigger than people thought. People thought it was a niche thing, said as much when they entered Polymorph with the wide eyes that marked them tourists and the grabby hands that wanted to touch everything on the shelves. Do people really come here? Was a common question. Rachel usually responded with a blank expression and a blink. Sometimes the best way to let people know how stupid you found them was to not say anything at all. The bookstore did well because the clientele was there. People like Illyana were there. You just had to know how to find them.

Rachel had found her largely by accident, but that was par for the course. That was how she’d met most of her friends, after all. That was how she got into most of these situations. She sighed at Illyana’s words, shrugging as she put another book on the shelf. “Neither do I,” she replied, “but we all play the hands we’re dealt. If someone pays, I have to give them what they buy. Even if they are going to blow themselves up.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: the hands we're dealt

[vengeancedemons]

@ofmagikandlimbo

It was incredible, the amount of damage someone could do when given unchecked access to your life for months at a time. Robbie was still trying to sort out exactly what surprises Eli might have left for him, and while he seemed to be regaining some of the memories of his uncle’s time in his body, others were more slippery. 

When someone was glaring at him from across the bar, it was easy to assume Eli was probably the cause. Robbie felt the muscle twitch in his jaw, felt the irritation settle into his stomach. He didn’t know her. He had never met her. It was going to become harder and harder to keep up with who knew his face and who didn’t, he was sure, but he figured he might as well start somewhere. This seemed as good a place as any. Slipping off his barstool, Robbie made his way back towards the bathrooms, where it was quiet. If she followed him, maybe there was a chance they could talk this out. If she didn’t... Well, he’d made worse exits than ducking out a side door at a sleazy bar.

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: explanations

[immortalweapon]

@ofmagikandlimbo​

Ward, if he knew what Danny was up to tonight, would probably blow a gasket. He was never hesitant to speak his mind when he thought Danny was making a mistake, and he’d considered his brother’s habit towards vigilantism a mistake even before a mutant terrorist put the whole city on lockdown. Danny could almost hear Ward in the back of his mind, ranting and raving. Half the people you run into out there are going to want you dead because you’re human, he’d say, and the other half are going to want to gut you because your fucking fist glows in the dark. You know how many people that means want you dead, Danny? On hundred fucking percent. 

The thing was, Danny had gotten very good at ignoring the imaginary Ward in his head.

That was why he was here now, bandanna pulled over his face as he inspected the destroyed bridges carefully, looking for any kind of way around the chaos. Not for him, of course --- with how hard Danny had fought to get back to New York, he wasn’t planning on leaving it... but there were a lot of civilians in the city who’d need to get to safety, and Danny didn’t trust Magneto to hold up his end of any kind of agreement they came to.

Hearing someone approach, he turned around. He’d been expecting this, of course --- the bridges would be guarded to keep anyone from finding a way around them. The woman approaching was vaguely familiar. As short-sighted as Danny could be sometimes, he had done a little bit of research here. “Magik, right? I’m Iron Fist. I really don’t want to fight.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: no fighting

[rictorscales]

>  i do many things solely out of spite     >  this will be one of them // @ruleroflimbo

(✉️ ➡️ goat legs): this is bullshit because it implies there are things do that /aren’t/ out of spite (✉️ ➡️ goat legs): and that’s just not true.

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: spite

[firstxman]

>  what do u do when u like a girl? set her on fire? // @ruleroflimbo

(✉️ ➡️ Magik): I don’t think that’s the recommended course of action, no. (✉️ ➡️ Magik): You know, I’m not entirely sure I’m qualified to give advice. It took me years to tell Jean how I felt about her... and she literally had a line in my head to listen to my thoughts. One that went both ways. (✉️ ➡️ Magik): My method consisted of painfully obvious pining. Though I guess it /did/ work, in the long run.

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana: girl advice

[mistressofmagic-a]

@ofmagikandlimbo​

Zatanna hadn’t been to Shadowcrest in some time. Her magic had been on the fritz and she had been staying with Tony while she healed (for a lot of reasons), but she was back. And things were… off. Illyana had a key and so she figured there might be some shifts in the house. There always were when there were people living here. But this wasn’t that. This wasn’t Illyana hanging up her clothes or making herself comfortable, it was something else entirely. Paintings had been moved and a crystal ball was sitting on a pillow on the wrong shelf.

Something or someone had been through her house. But it wasn’t until she was in the library that she had heard the story. Hassan was sitting at a table, a cup of tea in front of him and a book in hand. Zatanna tried to ignore the logistics behind what she was seeing. But she pinched her nose all the same. But he looked up at her and smiled broadly, telling a tale of a party that occurred just outside the library walls.

There were no words that Zatanna had that were reasonable, at least not in the moment. So, she gave herself some time, casually invited Illyana over so that they could talk about the Limbo situation but the second that Illyana was through the front door, Zee crossed her arms and raised a brow. “You realize this house is never empty, right?” She asked casually. “Hassan told me that you threw quite the party in my absence.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: house party #illyana rasputina: 8

[boomboombaby]

“ you need me here. ”

@ofmagikandlimbo

Illyana was full of herself. Just like the rest of them. Saying that she was needed there and Tabby was already thinking about all the reasons she’d drop kick Illyana into the sun just out of spite. Need was a strong word. And Tabby would be hard pressed before admitting to needing anyone, ever. “Really?” Tabby deadpanned. “Not a few hours ago you were begging for my help. If anyone needs anyone here — you need me. Don’t get your shit twisted.” What Tabby needed was a distraction, and if Illyana was willing to provide one that was actually interesting? Tabby would stick around. At least for a few minutes. “What did you need me for anyway, Illyana.”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: help #illyana rasputina: 3

[apoisontouch-b]

@ofmagikandlimbo

There were parts of Illyana’s magic that Rogue knew about — ‘simple’ things like her teleportation that Rogue had been able to handle with ease. There were a handful of powers that were easy to understand, things that she could control by simply closing her eyes or focusing properly — but then this happened. She sneezed wrong and suddenly there was not one… but two demons looking her in the eye. Illyana had mentioned it a few times, talked about what happened in Limbo but Rogue never thought that she’d end up summoning something from that realm.

So, naturally, Rogue did the only thing she could think of — she called Illyana and waited for her to show up while trying to contain the demons. But how did you fight a demon? Rogue didn’t even know where to start. Could she just send them back? Was that in her power? When Illyana finally arrived, Rogue looked at her, panic in her eyes. “Ya sure took ya sweet time. Any longer and I wouldn’t just have a streak of white,” Rogue said, trying to make light of what was happening, but the reality made it impossible. “They won’t stop talkin’ and — how do ya send ‘em back?”

#ofmagikandlimbo #illyana rasputina: demons #illyana rasputina: 7