#mistressofmagic

[twentyninetynines]

@mistressofmagic​

(✉️ ➡️ memaw): hey, how many people in this decade buy into the daily bugle’s shit? (✉️ ➡️ memaw): they published an article that referred to me as /white,/ zatanna (✉️ ➡️ memaw): can i sue for that?

[impulselantern]

@mistressofmagic

(✉️ ➡️ top hat): do you know if the justice league is taking applications? (✉️ ➡️ top hat): none of the lanterns will lend me $5. i want to join a superhero team with people who have money. (✉️ ➡️ top hat): if the justice league is closed, do you think you can talk tony into making me an avenger? (✉️ ➡️ top hat): or, alternatively, do you want to start a superhero team with me? we can do our own thing. we can call it green magic or something. first order of business: can i borrow $5?

[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!”

[catalystsofchange]

[ text ]: I was in the middle of a check-up and the doctor quoted Jurrassic Park at me. // @mistressofmagic

(✉️ ➡️ mrs. magic): your doctor was so preoccupied with whether or not they could do it, they didn’t stop to think if they should. (✉️ ➡️ mrs. magic): what’s the verdict, then? are you carrying a little dinosaur? because i knew tony was old, but that seems a little extreme...

[twentyninetynines]

“  i can’t promise you it’ll get better. but i can promise you i’ll be here with you.  ” // @mistressofmagic

He was trying to make up for lost time that wasn’t lost yet. It was a strange kind of contradiction, a thing that made no real sense. Miguel was here now, might still be here tomorrow, but he was quickly approaching a time when he wouldn’t be and he knew it. Lyla got more and more squirrely every day, looked sad when she thought he wasn’t paying attention, and Miguel knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up to the date in that eulogy. So, he was making up for time that would be lost in the future. He was spending it with the people who’d miss him when he was gone. And he didn’t know if it was selfish or kind, didn’t know if it would make things easier on them or just make it worse. 

But he knew it wasn’t nearly as simple as he wanted it to be.

Zee spoke, and it caught him off guard. The damn ornament broke as he was hanging it on the tree, either put together poorly or accidentally damaged by the talons on his hands. Miguel’s reflexes were fast, but he watched the thing shatter against the floor anyway, stared down at the broken pieces for a moment. His body tensed. His nose twitched. He let out a quiet, frustrated grunt. “Shock,” he muttered. Then, louder, “Shock! I didn’t --- It’s not... Sorry.” He closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing. “Uh, thanks. For saying that. But it isn’t... I mean, you know I’m kind of a walking bummer, right? You’re kind of setting yourself up for...” Heartache, grief, pain, everything bad. “And I keep breaking shit.”

[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 💜

[immortalweapon]

“Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” // @mistressofmagic

It was a foolproof plan. Shadowcrest seemed to like Danny enough to let him in every time he showed up, regardless of the time, and he knew from experience now that Zee preferred to sleep in in the mornings. So, if he wanted to surprise her with baby gifts... the best way to do it would be to come in the early hours of the morning to get them set up. It wasn’t as if Danny didn’t know how to be quiet, after all. He’d spent years of his life training on how to move without sound. He was good at it.

Except, for some reason, Zee chose today to wake up before nine and come into the living room just as Danny was arranging the comically large teddy bear he’d found at some furniture shop in the living room. He tried to freeze, but it was clear that she’d seen him from the way she jumped half a foot into the air. Danny winced at the startled look on her face, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry! I’m sorry. I was just --- visiting the rabbits.” He tried to position himself in front of the bear, as if there was any hope of hiding the thing. It was, in fact, larger than Danny himself. He grinned as if that might stop her from noticing. “You’re up early! I thought you liked to sleep!”