#marvel magic

[karmaspidr]

One small grievance I have with Marvel Zombies is that Peter and Scott spent 5 years in Kamar-Taj, but learned zero magic in that time.

They could've at least given Scott a proper body.

[illyanarasputinfan]

Salem’s Seven

Agatha All Along (2024) Marvel Television

Bethany Michelle Curry: Crow

Okwui Okpokwasili: Cicada

Chau Naumova: Wolf

Alicia Vela-Bailey: Owl

Marina Mazepa: Snake

Athena Perample: Fox

Britta Grant: Rat

[marvelmutantmagic616]

SCARLET WITCH #6 (2024)

Variant Cover Featuring Concept Art by Greg Hopwood

[myths-n-mischief]

If you love MCU lore, witchy symbolism, and nerdy character analysis, you are in the right place! In this video, the Lore Monger dives into every tarot card featured in Agatha All Along, showing how each card connects to the witches of Agatha's coven.

[missstrawbs2001]

Okay so I am a weeeee bit obsessed with Agatha All Along rn so decided to see what a coven would look like with my own witchy OCs and a couple of @gcthvile s OCs (with their permission ofc) if there was an AU where Cole Lensherr was in Agatha's position.

Cole's Coven of Chaos: Agatha All Along AU

Head witch Warlock: Cole Lensherr

Cole, often known as The Dark Warlock, has his powers stolen after tangling with The Scarlet Witch and after her demise, finally breaks free of her spell, vowing to take back his power but realises he can't do it alone and forms a coven in order to walk The Witches Road and get back his powers after receiving a visit from a young spellcaster urges him to seek out fellow Witches.

Green Witch Warlock: Teen aka George Romanoff-Felton

George Romanoff-Felton is a young spellcaster in training and the son of Rochelle Romanoff-Felton and the demon Michael (Golgotha) who initially courted Liane Felton but impregnated Roch in the hopes of bringing a mutant apocalypse to Earth but failed miserably when the twins George and Georgina were stolen back from Hell and raised by Rochelle Romanoff-Felton and Michelle Danvers. While his sister gained the more hellish features such as horns and claws, George managed to gain the Infernal Magic ability and studied witchcraft intensely through his early adolescence in the hopes of becoming a good Warlock.

George hunts down Cole, seeking a teacher and a guide for his Magic after realising his mothers can't help him with witchcraft and convinces Cole to walk The Witches Road and agrees to be his protégé on their journey, discovering his own abilities as a Green Witch having an affinity for plant life and a deep connection to the Earth despite his Infernal heritage.

Divination Witch: Cassandra Ashfield

Cassandra has spent a good few years trying to use her Divination magic to make a career but thanks to her generational curse passed through her family since ancient times, her prophecies are never taken seriously by the common folk, so she sets up shop with a witchcraft supplies store before Cole darkens her door requesting her help to walk The Road and help her break her family's curse.

Cassandra agrees to walk The Road with Cole despite her misgivings and her concerns about the young Warlock travelling with them and uses her abilities to guide their path and get them through their trials together.

Protection Witch(?): Liane Felton

Liane doesn't know why she's here, she is mutant but Cole insists that's clos enough to being a witch, claiming that the same logic worked for the Scarlet Witch so clearly it was a decent loophole for the witchy requirements. Liane really doesn't care as long as she gets to see her cousin's son and keep an eye on him and spend time with some pretty cool people.

She's dubious about walking The Road but take on her role without hesitation, protecting the coven with ease and somehow passing her trial without dying which really impresses Cole who was certain she'd be killed by the Road. He never tells her this but he thinks it. And Liane takes her role as protector seriously when George gets hurt.

Potions Witch: Juliana Harkness

Juliana is the daughter of Agatha and she has a point to prove when Cole comes looking for her, almost killing him in the process before Liane threatens to burn her alive which makes her laugh. Her magic was bound as an adolescent by her mother in an attempt to keep her safe but it only encouraged Juli to get into practical magic such as potions and now she's a master of potions and poisons making her an asset to the coven.

Juliana chooses to join Cole on The Road in the hopes of breaking her binds and coming into her own as a witch, not just as the daughter of Agatha Harkness. She becomes frenemies with Liane, matching her energy easily and constantly spooking Cassie and George with her presence alone which makes Cole laugh.

This most develop as the show goes on but enjoy for now! And watch Agatha All Along!

OCS Cole Lensherr @wizzzardofoz and Juliana Harkness belong to @gcthvile

OCS Liane Felton @purpleprincessonfyre , George Romanoff-Felton and Cassandra Ashfield belong to me @missstrawbs2001

Tags: @jackiequick @blueboirick @meiramel @aidanxsophxoxo @askstevella @afterhours-witheli @ask-missparker @ask-starrk @the-x-ladiesofnyc @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @rickb-chaos @trulysummersprivate @sci-fi-lexcon @finlayholmes @elzabeth-stark @ethan-lensherr @marvelsfavoriteuncle

[thelatveriandoctor]

Doom and his Magic - The Thing #5 & Strange #1 Inspired Analysis [Part 2/2]

Continued from Part 1: https://thelatveriandoctor.tumblr.com/post/677673758479335424/doom-and-his-magic-the-thing-5-strange-1 In terms of spells, Victor demonstrated that he can use healing spells:

(Avengers: Children Crusader #4 (2011))

Teleportation spell:

(Invincible Iron Man Vol 3 #2 (2015))

Summon shielding ward from various elder god including Vishanti from any mental/psychic attacks:

During world war hate (Loki – Agent of Asgard #6 (2014))

Energy projection spell:

(Invincible Iron Man Vol 3 #5 (2015))

Also his specialty defence and shielding spell , demonstrated in his fight against Morgan Le Fay in Dark Avengers #2 (2009)

To the point where he can cast defensive spells without any chants at all: Invincible Iron Man Vol 3 #2 (2015)

Or his new and more experienced casting in the deity spells : Such as Crimson band of the Cyttorak aka Doctor Strange's favourite spell

Comparing Triumph and Torment (1989) to Savage Avenger #8 (2020) - Back when they first met, Victor cast the same spell on Strange and Stephen easily deflected the spell back to Victor. However, in the most recent encounter, Stephen was restrained. And the craziest thing? That is a doombot. Victor has perfected the art of technomagic and was able to make his robot to cast a spell like him. There is so so much more (I’d love to post more examples, but I am hitting the image limits again) Victor von Doom truly has grown a lot during the decades in terms of sorcery. He won the title of being the second last standing sorcerer in the Sorcerer Supreme tournament all these years ago without any proper sorcerer training. Now imagine, him with the newfound knowledge, artifacts that he has collected over the years, plus most importantly, the grief to the death of his only friend. He is a force of reckoning and he will be feeling even more entitled to take the mantle to protect and preserve Strange’s legacy since he last challenged Doctor Vodoo for the title of Sorcerer Supreme in Doctor Voodoo: Avenger of the Supernatural (2009)

I am going to say, no Wong, Doctor Doom is going to be a problem especially when he asked to speak to the manager – I meant Vishanti to host another tournament.

[shelleylovesloki]

Warped Reality

Summary: Being a student at the Sanctum Sanctorum is never easy, especially when there is a group of rogue sorcerers led by a mad man on the lose. Rose (Michelle) and Rachel never thought their lives could become any more chaotic. But when Rachel is given an assignment to hunt down Amadeus Rainer, a rogue sorcerer from the Sanctum, their lives both take a drastic turn. Besides a band of evil sorcerers, they are pulled into the mission to retrieve an infinity stone with the potential to open other realms. But while on this mission, past traumas are reopened, powers rediscovered, and realities reshaped in ways that both women never could have imagined. And with the help of a certain God of Mischief, the three sorcerers run into an ancient prophecy that could open up their universe to a villain that reshapes the understanding of magic itself.

Chapter 1: Nightlight

Rachel walked slowly down the New York streets as she followed him from a distance. Her task was simple, wait until he’s isolated, apprehend him, and take him back to the Sanctum. The lights from the buildings lit up the asphalt. Traffic packed the streets, but the sidewalks were oddly clear though. The cold breeze blew through her black coat, making her shiver. 

She focused back on her target. He didn’t seem dangerous. Then again, many of them didn’t. However, this one did feel off. She hadn’t had a good look at his face yet, but the way he walked and his overcoat made him unmistakable.

A few blocks down the street, the man broke off into an alleyway. Rachel didn’t like this. She needed him isolated, but something felt wrong. Going against her better judgement, she continued to follow him. She turned the corner to see him nowhere in sight. He was gone! At least that’s how it seemed. The dagger to her neck proved otherwise.

“I’m insulted.” The man said. His voice was calm, confident, and almost menacing. “Does Stephen really think I’d be overpowered so easily?”

The cold steel rested gently against her skin. She quickly grabbed the man’s wrist and slipped under his arm. She quickly moved back, summoning two circular orange shields from her fists. The man only chuckled. “How adorable! You’re still using default.”

Without another word, the man scaled the wall in several strides. Rachel’s eyes widened at his confidence. She began to climb the wall as fast as she could. How did he just run up the wall so fast?

As she got to the top, the man was already leaping to the next rooftop. She took off after him. Rachel’s breathing grew heavy as she cleared the gap to the third rooftop. Again, he was gone. It was as if he just disappeared from thin air. How could I lose him? She thought to herself.

Suddenly, two black chains shot out from behind her, twisting around her wrists and digging into the roof she was standing on. There was something odd about the chains. A black mist seemed to float and swirl around them. She tried to pull at the chains, but they wouldn’t move. 

Then, footsteps sounded behind her followed by a voice. “Students of the mystic arts have a tendency to forget that they aren’t the only ones that use sling rings.” Now, standing in front of her was the man she was chasing. Finally, she could see her target’s face. His jaw was rounded and clean shaven. His gray eyes pierced her own as his dark brown hair swooped down near his right eye. He was dressed as if he were going to some sort of meeting. A black trench coat was worn over black slacks and a cool gray button down shirt.

Gently, he grabbed her chin and turned her head side to side as if he were looking for something. “Such a delicate flower. Stephen truly is an idiot.” The man paused. He released Rachel’s chin and took a step back. “I’m so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Amadeus. Amadeus Rainer. And you are?” Rachel glared at him. “Oh come now. It’s only fair, isn’t it?”

“Rachel.” she said coldly. He stood staring, waiting for a more complete answer. “Rachel Dawn.”

Amadeus smiled. “There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it, Rachel?” He took another step back and began to pace across the roof. “Now, normally if someone were following me to bring me to that doctor you so blindly follow, I’d kill them without hesitation.” Rachel began to pull frantically at the chains. “Oh I wouldn’t bother with those. They won’t budge.” A beat “As I was saying. I would normally kill them, but there’s something about you.” Amadeus looked at her again as if he were searching for a response.  “However,I would much rather plunge myself into the dark realm than to harm such a beautiful creature as yourself.”

She stood in fear as he took out a syringe and plunged it into her neck. Slowly her vision went black.

                                                           ***

Amadeus caught Rachel as her body went limp. He slowly lowered her down so that she wouldn’t bash her head on the concrete. He took a closer look at his assailant. She had a fire that not many had. His eyes moved to her shoulder length hair. Within her brown hair held a small tint of a red hue.

“It’s cold outside, Rachel.” He said, taking off his overcoat and placing it over Rachel. “I’d hate for anything to happen to you. Let’s see if I can remember how to do this.”

He waved his hands over Rachel causing a protective orange lining to surround her small frame. Then, he knelt to the rooftop and put his palm to it until a white light formed under his hand. He pulled his hand away, releasing a beam of white light into the sky.

He sighed as he admired his work. “Doctor Strange should be able to lift the enchantment when he finds you. Until then, sweet dreams, Rachel Dawn.”

[scribeofmorpheus]

Sleepytime, Aurora ~One Shot

A Marvel Spoof Fic

Written in response to this gifset!

Words: 2k  | Masterlist

Premise: Our magical Marvel beings (Loki, Wanda and Strange) as versions of the fairy godparents to Aurora as they protect her from Maleficent (in this case Hela!)

OC: Aurora

Thank you @electroma89 for suggesting I write something for it! I had tonnes of fun, and even though the story isn’t fairy-tale-eque, I hope you enjoy it!

APPALACHIANS, 00:32 am

Energy crackled against the dark night setting of the Appalachians as an interdimensional rift tore through the fabric of the universe. Bright light poured through the rift, scaring the wild animals that slept under the cover of night. A body materialised out of this light and softly fell onto the thick snow -this less than graceful gazelle was named Aurora.

"Get back here!" Hela’s voice boomed across the rift, her long nails stretching out to peek through the dimensional curtain.

"Make me!" Aurora stuck out her tongue before she clasped her hands together to seal the rift.

Energy pulsed around her as she lay unconscious in the snow.

SANCTUM SENCTORUM, NEW YORK, 00:32 am

Strange had his nose firmly stuck in a thousand-year-old book; its words written in Aramaic -a translation spell causing the words to move and shift until legible with each page turn.

Wong was polishing the brass Centurion of Dismemberment downstairs, leaving the Cloak of Levitation to wonder about the room aimlessly.

Shimmering out through half-closed curtains, a crystal ball became agitated, displaying images of a mountain peak, a woman falling through a rift and darkly painted nails being severed once it was closed.

Curiously, the Cloak hovered close to the heavy drapes but was unable to move them apart.

The crystal ball began to whisper in a thousand angry voices too low for any of the mortals within the Sanctum to hear. In a panic of human-esque movements, the Cloak hovered in front of Wong's peripheral trying to get his attention.

"Not right now, I'm busy." Wong swatted the Cloaks coattails away carefully. "This is a very delicate procedure. One wrong move and I risk awakening the Centurion of Dismemberment. Even the slightest gust of wind could risk awake--"

The Cloak wouldn't take no for an answer and wrapped itself around Wong's midriff, pulling him backwards.

"The hell's gotten into you?" Wong frowned before using his sling-ring to singe the ends of the Cloak, causing it to let go abruptly.

"Oh, shi--" Off-balance, Wong's head hurled directly into the Centurion's folded brass exoskeleton.

GONG!

The noise travelled through-out the Sanctum.

Strange rolled his eyes when the loud noise disrupted the flow of his spell.

"Wong, can you keep it down?" Strange shouted before he mused quietly to himself in annoyance: "Is it really too much to ask for a day of quiet?"

In a hurry, completely ignoring the magical animatronic machine coming to life in great puffs of steam and groaning metal, the Cloak flew up to the sound of Strange's voice.

It tapped on Strange's shoulder several times only for him to subsequently brush him off. Then the sound of something large stomping around and crashing into things finally caught his attention.

"What in the--?" Strange turned to head down the stairs, the Clock tugging him in another direction.

The top floor of the rotunda was filled with several frightened apprentices using sling-ring whips to try and keep the Centurion in one place as his sword crashed into every glass casing.

Wong, having just been woken up off the floor, shook his head and used his magic skills to move each magical artefact away from the Centurion's path destruction.

"Strange, get down here! We need you!" Wong said with great effort as his magical abilities were being stretched thin.

Just when Strange took a step down the stairs, the Cloak had managed to pull his attention towards the shimmering light behind the thick red drapes.

"Hmmm," Strange said as he walked towards the strange lights.

The Cloak finally bringing itself to rest easily upon the Sorcerer Supreme's shoulders.

"Str- Strange? Where the hell are you going?" Wong demanded as he watched his friend walk away with disinterest in his eyes at the fact a live Centurion was slashing and knocking and stomping about.

"You've got it under control," Strange said nonchalantly without looking away from the light. When he pulled back the drapes, he read the inscription plaque fixed upon the crystal ball's stand out loud: "Upon this cutting of the Great Oak of Knowledge sits the Orb of Impending Doom. Beware the day its eyes are opened, for when the screams of guardians past gain their voice again shall be the final lament that foretells of the end of days..."

Strange rose his eyebrow in though, his arms folded around his midriff, one anchored up to rest his chin upon, "That doesn't sound very comforting."

"Wong! Hold down the fort!" Strange shouted from the other room as he opened a portal.

Between deep pants, Wong nodded his head, "Hold… the… fort! Right, no problem… it's not like that wasn't exactly what I've been trying to do!"

 APPALACHIANS, 00:40 am

Strange stepped through the portal, his cloak dethatching itself to hover to a humanoid looking figure a few feet away.

"This better not be aliens," Strange hoped.

The Cloak wrapped itself around a sleeping woman’s frame and lifted her off the ground like a hammock.

The portal, still open, let out orange shimmers, making the snow appear like it was set aflame. On the other side of it, the loud shouts and shattering noises coming from the Sanctum permeated through the cold air.

"So… this is the bringer of the end of days," Strange pursed his lips in thought. "Huh, I pictured something a little more… Well, more. Let's bring her with." He told the Cloak.

"Strange!" Wong's shout trickled out.

"First things first. Let's go deal with that Centurion."

 SANCTUM SENCTORUM, 06:30 am

Wong used magic to make the clean-up efforts go faster while the rest of the sorcerer's carefully levitated the now deactivated Centurion towards the vault in the basement.

When he was done, Wong made his way to the communal resting area where their newfound guest slept on a couch while Strange -floating cross-legged- looked through several hovering books open on different pages simultaneously.

"Anything?" Wong asked.

Strange just furrowed his brows.

"Maybe we should just ask her?"

"What if her waking up creates more problems than it solves?"

"Then, just like earlier, we'll deal with it." Wong was a bit bitter from earlier.

Strange set down from his sitting position and placed the palm of his hand on the sleeping woman’s face, "Wake."

Despite his awakening spell, the woman stayed asleep.

"That's unusual..." Strange uttered.

Then he felt the cloak tap on his shoulder and point at something at the end of the room.

Wong and Strange were surprised to see a copy of the exact same woman, partially translucent and standing with the edge of a coffee table passing right through her knees. She was incorporeal.

"Det er et bord som stikker ut av meg!" The projection shouted frantically.

"This is new," Strange stood from the girl’s unconscious body and walked closer to the semi-transparent version.

Wong cast a translation spell as the projection kept shouting and pacing about, "I think she's astral projecting."

"Who are you?" Strange asked after she passed through him. The feeling was odd.

"Polarlys, Goddess of Limbo and soothsayer to the restless dead. But my Uncle's call me Aurora," she said matter-of-factly.

"I'm Stephen Strange and this is Wong."

The Cloak swatted Strange's hand.

"And this is the Cloak of Levitation," He added.

The Cloak made a waving gesture.

"Greetings," Aurora said with a pleasant sing-song voice that made Strange and Wong stifle sudden yawns.

"Would you mind telling us why the Orb of Impending Doom thought you'd somehow be responsible for the end of days?" Strange asked when the outside world was overcome by an ethereal green hue, blocking out the sun and turning the sky a bluish-green colour.

"What is happening?" Wong said as he peered out the Sanctum's circular windows.

"That would be the impending doom you speak of," Aurora said with bulging eyes.

Out of the corner of the room, rainbow streams of light beamed down like a flashlight as Loki stepped out of the bi-frosts portal perimeter.

"Aurora, would you mind explaining to me why Helheim's gates are opening? And while you're at it, would you also explain why you're on Midgard?" Loki questioned with his finger waggling about, staring at her with disappointed brows.

Aurora shrugged like a teenager, face pulled into a long pout making her doe eyes seem even more pronounced. Immediately, Loki's expression changed into one less scary.

"Ah, Loki," Strange greeted.

"Imposter," Loki replied in greeting.

"You know her?" Wong asked.

"She's my concern, and the reason all mortals on your realm have fallen into an endless slumber.

"What?" Both Wong and Strange said completely unaware of that last sentiment.

"You're probably conscious because you possess magical attributes, or at least what humans pass for magic anyway," Loki said with his nose pointed high.

Wong conjured several birds-eye-view portals around him to confirm Loki's words, and sure as day, through each portal he could see countless humans slowly beginning to fall into a slumber causing chaos to erupt around them.

"I'll gather the apprentice's and other sorcerer's and try and contain the situation," Wong assured Strange before he made for the other room.

"Come on Aurora, get back in your body so I can take you back," Loki ordered.

"No!" Aurora pouted again, arms folding around herself. "You can't make me?"

"Yes, I can and I will," Loki inched further to her. "Now get back in your body or so help me I will--"

Having grown impatient with Loki's interaction, Strange had opened a portal to Timbuktu and swept Loki through it, forcing him out of the room.

"Now that we have some peace and quiet, mind telling why you're causing everyone to fall unconscious?"

Aurora sighed, "It's a protection spell..."

"Why do you need a protection spell?"

"It wasn't my idea. My mother is a little overprotective."

"Your mother?"

Before Aurora could elaborate, Wanda and Vision flew into the Sanctum through the open observatory window.

"Hello, Doctor Strange? Monk wizards? Anybody home?" Wanda asked the seemingly empty space. "Viz, you sure you detected an anomaly here?"

"I'm positive Wanda," Vison replied.

"We're in the back!" Strange shouted.

Suddenly, Loki rematerialized angrier than before, "Do that to me one more time, mortal and I'll have your--"

Strange accepted the challenge and swept Loki away into another portal.

Loki rematerialized just as quickly as he had disappeared, "That's it!"

Loki was about to charge at Strange when Wanda used her abilities to separate them to either side of the room when a subtle rumbling caused the walls and floor to trail cracks.

Several skyscrapers were threatening to topple into one another when Wanda shouted, "Viz take care of that, I've got things handled here!"

With a crack and a thunderous streak, a tear was sliced through the sky as a woman dressed in black and green with a helmet affixed with several sharp prongs sticking out of it descended from the sky -hundreds of swords materialising to form a circular perimeter around the Sanctum.

Wanda let go of Strange and Loki before she jumped out of the Sanctum and landed by an empty park in full view of the ethereal looking woman.

Loki and Strange followed suit.

"Wait for me!" Aurora groaned as she shimmered to their location.

"Who is that?" Wanda asked.

"I believe, that's Hela, Goddess of the Dead," Strange said knowingly.

"That's my adoptive older sister," Loki corrected.

"That's my mother," Aurora said with a deep exasperated sigh.

Everyone but Loki turned to her.

"What? Nobody's family is perfect!" She protested.

Loki chuckled as he summoned his sceptre, "Oh, she doesn't look happy."

"Aurora! I warned you about travelling to Midgard without my permission! You're in big trouble young lady."

Aurora's projection gulped, "Uh-oh..."

"Can't we just reason with her?" Wanda asked.

"Not when she's lost her temper," Aurora warned.

"So what's the plan?" Strange asked.

"We tire her out until her ears aren't blocked by all the blood rushing to her brain!" Loki said sarcastically.

Red, green and orange. Uniformly, Strange, Wanda and Loki took defensive stances as their signature magic colours wisped to life.

“Why couldn’t it just be aliens?” Strange whined as several magical swords embedded themselves into the tarmac and soft grass.

***

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