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#𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 . . . a private , mutuals only , headcanon - based , blog for the 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗢 : 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐊 from Marvel Rivals . Not affiliated with the Marvel RPC . 25+ only . PERSONALS & MINORS DNI . Written by Cherri . Multiship , multiverse , & OC friendly .

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒: ..

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: ..

𝗥𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 & 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁 .

♛ Activity is going to vary. I'm currently in my last semester in college and trying to find a job so, I've got a lot going on in my personal life.

♛ My portrayal of Magik is based closer to the Marvel games than anything in the comics. I'll be trying to read everything I've missed to keep refining my take on her. Please, be patient with me.

♛ Dark themes will appear so, I will be tagging anything with tw:, but if you need something specifically tagged, do not be afraid to message me.

♛ I'm crossover and OC friendly. I love exploring and building characters together so, don't be shy.

♛ I'm not interested in the drama going on for anyone. I'm almost 30 so, I don't have any thoughts about strangers on the internet being mean or whatever. I will be avoiding callouts like the plague. There's only exceptions when someone is ACTIVELY being harmed (abuse, violence, etc). My big thing is, either we have a conversation about our problems or we hard block each other.

♛ Going along with the previous rule, I guess, is my dislike for the following things: racism, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, and any other ism/phobia that is a trait possessed by assholes. Get the fuck out of my space if you think the forementioned describes you.

♛ I'm always happy to make friends so, please never be afraid to reach out and ask me to plot or even play games together. I'm actually pretty chill.

♛ More to come when I think of it.

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›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋  ,  holding  his  cassette  player  in  the  palm  of  his  hand  ,  thumb  brushing  over  the  play  /  pause  button  a  few  times  ,  holding  his  headphones    in  his  other  hand  ,  looking  it  over  ,  thinking.  

❛    you..    you  need  to    just  𝐀𝐒𝐊  𝐇𝐄𝐑  peter  ,  what’s  the  worst  that  she  can  say  ?    ❜    a    few  moments  of  silence  ,  a  bit  of  a  pause  as  his  thoughts  wander  ,  well  there  was  a  lot  of  things  that  she  could  do  ,  namely  inflict  𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  upon  his  body  for  even  daring  to  speak  to  her  ,    on  top  of  many  other  things  ,  but  damn  it  ,  he  really  didn't  even  know  what  else  to  do.

a  sigh  escapes  him  as  he  rises  up  to  his  feet  ,  clipping  the  cassette  player  to  his  belt    and  walking  from  his  previous  position  ,  away  from  the  wall  he  had  been  resting  against  ,  approaching  𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐀  ,  the  palm  of  his  hand  pressed  against  the  back  of  his  neck    She  was  literally  perfect  ,  intimidating  ,  muscular  and  strong  as  well  as  𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓.

❛    hey  uhh…    ma  –    𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐀  ,    I  was  wondering  if  you  could  uh…  teach  me  some  magic  ,  𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘  ?  i  think  that’s  the  real  term  for  it…  it’s  uhh  ,    i’ve  got  an  interest  in  the  occult  and  you’re  the  most  in  tune  with  the  occult  person  that  I  know  ,  if  not    𝐈  𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐈𝐓..  I  know  i  asked  previously    and  you  told  me  no  ,  never  ,  stop  asking  you….    “    he  trails  off  as  he  averts  his  gaze  ,  dropping  his  arm  to  his  side  ,  limp  and  almost  in  a  defeated  sense.

❛  know  what  ,    no.    𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃..    I’m  probably    just  getting  on  your  nerves  here….    ❜

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In the corner of a room, lit up only by the flickering flame of a vanilla scented candle, there's a soft, velvet chair. It creaks with any movement from its current user. Sitting on the cushioned seat is the infamous, demon queen of limbo. At the moment, she's slowly reading a heavy book. The outside of the cover is decorated by magical sigils of varying types. It isn't something that can be opened up by just anyone. It doesn't look friendly or casual reading by any definition.

Her hand flips a page. Her blue eyes start reading the next line, but then there's this grating noise that cuts through the peace of her corner reading. She closes the book with a fierce slam. Her narrowed eyes turn towards their target, a tall individual blocking the light. He looks nervous, unsure. She gives him that look. The one that says she's done with him before he even begins.

❝ Peter , you know we’ve discussed this before . Not everyone can learn the spells I know . Do you want to be swallowed by a demon or taken as a slave in a different dimension ? ❞

Her body turns fully around, acknowledging him. She leans towards him, jabbing the book in her hands. It burns a little. It's not something made to touch just anything or any old hands. Where does she even get this stuff? Easy, Limbo is full of such treasures or curses. However you'd like to put it.

❝  Actually , it could be funny to see you in a fighting dome . . . Alright , alright . I'll think about something simple . Do not expect anything ridiculous off the gate . Do we have a deal ? Also , there will be meditating . ❞

Was it necessary? No. Would it be funny to watch him squirm from boredom? Absolutely.

There's just something itching in her mind, though. She rolls it around, observes and then spits it out with terrifying directness. ❝ What has you so , interested in becoming some monster's lunch ?  ❞

That was peak Illyana for why do you even want to dabble in things you probably shouldn't be messing with? She figures she should be grateful he's asking her and not someone liable to actually consume him for his folly. Then again... he did look crunchy.

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