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cieric-of-chaos · 1 month
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Wanda stuck in a gluetrap, I made this instead of studying for national test on Monday
deleting this if no one reacts
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scarlet-hex · 11 months
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┈─ ᱬ “ 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞,
𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ” ᱬ ─┈
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morgangalaxy43 · 16 days
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Reminder that Loki is genderfluid and Wanda is Jewish and Romani and Clint is deaf in the comics (I know Clint is deaf in the MCU now but wasn’t really ever a part of his character until way later)
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lilatreus · 11 months
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loki & wanda icons.
like/rb if u use. credit is appreciated but not necessary <3
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chvoswitch · 1 year
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.。・゚゚・༺ᱬ༻·・゚゚・。.
𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞
scarlet witch moodboard
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edits and recolors done by me.
give credits to chvoswitch on tumblr or pinterest if you use !!
friendly reminder, the scarlet witch is BROWN and has BROWN skin.
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lunar-sams · 1 year
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sorry i havent been posting as much but heres a baby tommy/wanda doodle because i like to pretend that they let tommy be happy sometimes
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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years
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a/n: hi! so this is my first time writing for Wanda romantically and idk how i really feel about it but this prompt popped in my head and i just felt like it fit her the most. edit: all 3 parts are out!!
warning(s): arguments - fighting; insecurities (both); fear; terribly written arguments; very slight mentions of emotional abusive past
wanda maximoff taglist:
word count: 1.2k
disclaimer: i try and write wanda maximoff as rromani and Jewish as she is in the comics, her descriptions will be akin to those in the comics, i haven’t read many of the marvel comics so if i get something wrong, you are free to tell me (respectfully) in my ask box or dms <3
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You don’t know how the argument started. One minute, you were enjoying a nice quiet evening with your girlfriend, reading on the couch while she did magic in the kitchen. Not literal magic, though you know she could, but cooking up the most delicious of smells. It could’ve started after you stated how nice it was to finally have some time together. After all, in the past couple of weeks, you’d only seen your girlfriend a couple of times.
Now, dinner forgotten on the counter, your book strewn across the couch, you and Wanda stood across from each other, arguing over the most trivial things.
“That’s not what I was saying Wanda! I just was enjoying some time together!”
“So you think I’ve been neglecting you?”
You threw your hands in the hair, exasperated.
“Wha-no! That’s not what I was saying at all! I understand you have to go on missions and I respect that but I also want days where I can just spend time with my partner!”
Wanda was silent for a moment before answering.
“Do you?”
You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.
“Do I what?”
Wanda’s eyes took on a reddish glow, her power boiling under the surface. The last few weeks, to put it simply, had been hell. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the victims of the villain she had been too late to defeat. Every time she got to be alone, some lunatic attacked Times Square. Your supposedly simple comment was like throwing a match on a puddle of gasoline.
“Do you understand I have to go on missions? Because every time I come home, you point out I was gone! I know I was! I was surrounded by hurt people, by my struggling fellow Avengers, and I knew I wasn’t with you!”
Her voice slowly got louder, freezing you into place. Your breathing increased but you tried to calm yourself down.
Wanda wouldn’t yell at you, she knew your history, you had no reason to be afraid.
Oh how wrong you turned out to be.
“I’m tired of it, Y/N! I’m tired of coming home and hearing you complain about me being away! My job is hard enough!”
With every octave her voice rose, your chest starting heaving with labored breaths. Wanda, in her anger, didn’t seem to notice your quiet state, how you had practically curled in towards yourself, how your eyes had gone wide. She raised her hands in the air, frustration rolling off of her in waves.
“It’s so annoying! Maybe if it bothers you so much that I’m away, I’ll just quit! Huh? Then more people would get hurt because I wasn’t there, all for the fact my girlfriend can’t spend a few measly hours alone!” She only paused to catch her breath, before yelling out something she would immediately regret, “Maybe I shouldn’t come home at all, how would that make you feel?”
The air was sucked out of the room. Wanda felt her eyes widen as she realized what she had said and done. It was like she could see you again, you staring at her, eyes wide with betrayal, glossing over with past memories. Memories she knew you had started to forget. Memories of long night spent huddled in a corner as they yelled at you, as they broke you down into a million pieces and then didn’t pick you up.
Wanda covered her mouth with her hand, shaking her head.
“No, Y/N, that’s not what I-”
She took a step forward, arms reaching out to console you, but paused at your reaction.
You flinched.
It was like running into a brick wall. Wanda felt like someone had dropped ice water on her.
You took a shaky step back, Wanda’s heart breaking at the fearful look on your face. You swallowed a few times before speaking, your voice surprisingly clear.
“I think- I think I’m going to stay at Yelena’s tonight.”
With that, you grabbed your phone and keys and walked out the door, not once looking back at Wanda, who remained frozen in the kitchen.
Once she heard the door shut, she snapped out of it.
“Wait-!” She stepped forward before realizing it was too late. Tears welled up in her eyes, angry at herself. God, how could she be so stupid? You had told her about your past, how it had scarred you. And she just-
Oh no. What if you didn’t come back? Had she broken the one thing that was whole in her life? Why had she allowed one innocent comment to anger her so?
With every thought running through her mind, Wanda ran her hands through her hair, the dark brown strands sticking every direction. Crying, Wanda fell to her knees, head shaking. With one wail, she let out a burst of magic, shaking the cabinets and counters. Curling up against the island, Wanda pulled out her phone and opened your contact. But she couldn’t convince herself to call you, she was sure you wouldn’t answer. Leaning her forehead against the cold metal device, Wanda spoke out loud.
“Oh Y/N, beba. I’m sorry. Žao mi je moja ljubavi.”
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At Yelena’s apartment, you weren’t much better. Curled up in a soft blanket on the couch, you listened to your best friend rant about she was going to kill your girlfriend.
“Yelena.” You murmured softly, making your friend stop talking and come to sit next to you on the couch. She handed you a bowl of mac n’ cheese but you shook your head.
“Are you sure? I didn’t add hot sauce this time, I promise.”
You giggled at what she said but still didn’t take the bowl. A wave of sadness overtook you, tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned your head backwards on the couch.
“Oh God, ‘Lena, how could I have been so stupid?”
Yelena tried to comfort you but you continued.
“Why did I have to say something? I mean the night was going so peacefully and nice and I just had to run my mouth! I should’ve known she was stressed and now,” You sobbed, tears rapidly falling down your face, “Now, she doesn’t even want to be around me! What if when I go home she has all my things packed? Oh no, what if, what if she finds someone else? Someone who doesn’t complain when she’s gone or looses sleep just because she isn’t there in bed? What if-”
Yelena gently but firmly grabbed your hands, the look in her eyes making you pause.
“You’re spiraling, Y/N, come on, take a deep breath, in and out,” she rubbed your back, pulling you in for a hug, “It’s going to be alright. Wanda loves you and even though she totally messed up tonight, she’s not going to find someone else or kick you out. You are irreplaceable.”
You smiled against Yelena’s shoulder, tears stilling falling from your eyes.
“Is it okay if I spend the night?” You mumbled against your friend. Yelena looked over to her phone, which she had put on mute, where 75 call notifications lit up her screen. All were from Wanda. Looking back to your shaking form, your best friend tightened her arms around you.
“You can stay for the night Y/N or however long you need.”
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a/n: ok ik that really didn’t make sense but thank you so much for reading! if anyone wants a part two let me know! Hopefully i did okay while writing Wanda’s character! feel free to send in requests for her <3
italics were words in serbian:
beba = baby
Žao mi je moja ljubavi = I’m sorry my love
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crowleybrekkers · 11 months
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wanda maximoff icons - scarlet witch (2023) #3
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cieric-of-chaos · 1 month
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I have this headcanon that Wanda is obsessed with antiques and vintage appliances and stuff...like she loves to go antiquing, she likes to visit old people house and abandoned old building hoping to find and collect old items....She likes it even better if the item is possessed by a spirit...she tried scrolling through an online shop once to find more items and got scammed and she never did it again, I love the idea of Wanda Maximoff having a lot of weird trinkets and knick knacks (>_<)<3
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scarlet-hex · 1 year
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-ˋˏ˚˓ ࣪ 。・゚゚・ ˖⋆❩ ᱬ ❨ ⋆˖ ·・゚゚・。. ˋˎˊ-
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 !
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morgangalaxy43 · 16 days
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Wanda having darker skin in the comics is always great to see
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bardsansa · 1 year
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practice in the gardens.
avengers mansion, manhattan, april 2022
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chvoswitch · 1 year
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.。・゚゚・༺ᱬ༻·・゚゚・。.
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡
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scarlet witch lockscreens
edited by me, make sure to give credits to chvoswitch on tumblr or pinterest if you use !!
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lilatreus · 10 months
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variant cover for 'Scarlet Witch' #8 by w. scott forbes
ANOTHER ONE FOR THE SCARLETFROST AGENDA !!!!!!!!
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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years
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can you do a Wanda x Reader where reader is badly injured and Wanda finds them but its too late.. very angsty
a/n: omg anon you understand my language. i love angst so much. thank you for this request! word count: 1.4k warning(s): depictions of severe injury - blood - graphic wounds - angst - torture- ambiguous ending(?) wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @justyourwritter69 @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @wandsmxmff note: reader has been/was kidnapped and tortured by whatever evil organization you want to envision (i was thinking the same “ten rings” that kidnapped tony in iron man bc i rewatched it today)
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You didn’t know how long you had been in the cage. They kept you hidden away in a dark corner, trapped between two sets of metal walls, with one small slit for food and a semi-functioning toilet. You knew it had been days since they last “talked” with you. Your skin bore the memories. Bruises littered your skin, open cuts stung with possible infection, and your fingers aching with blinding pain from the hammer they had brought down on them.
You prayed for it to end.
The door to your cage slid open ominously, revealing the leader of your captors. You scooted as far back as possible, shaking your head over and over as he reached in a pulled you out like a misbehaving dog. He threw you on the concrete floor of the cell, placing a heel on your chest, keeping you down. You continued to sob, begging him to stop.
“Oh, does the little baby want me to stop?” His condescending voice triggered alarms in your head as one of his henchmen came forward, knife in one hand, bowl of salt in another. Your sobbing stopped as panic built in your mind, knowing what was about to happen.
“Ple..please.”
You rasped out, voice hoarse from being kept from water for so long. All the men did was chuckle as they set up. The leader removed his foot from your chest but you knew better than to run. You learned that the first day, the bullet wound in your thigh a painful reminder. He kneeled down next to you, playing with the knife nonchalantly.
“Tell me how to kill the Scarlet Witch.”
You gasped as he trailed the blade on the inside of your forearm, watching it with fear. You kept telling yourself one of these days your pain would end, either by death or rescue you didn’t care.
The Leader didn’t like your silence.
With one swift motion, he sliced into your arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He made a hand motion at his henchman, who silently gave him a handful of salt. The Leader made direct eye contact with you as he pressed the salt into your wound, causing you to let out a howl as pain and an overwhelming stinging sensation erupted through you. The Leader smiled at you, impatient, now bringing the knife up to your cheek, while one hand continued to press salt into your fresh cut.
“Now, answer my question.”
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They tried a new tactic everyday, attempting to get you to reveal the way to kill your girlfriend. Every time you kept your mouth shut, they increased the punishment.
Today, you were in a sorry excuse for sleep, when your door kicked in, revealing The Leader and a handful of men. They injected something into your neck, immediately taking away your fight. They hung your wrists up with rope, straining your joints and painting your skin with more blood and bruises. Today, you had a bit of confidence. You glared at The Leader as he opened a box, the contents hidden from your view.
“I’m not telling you anything.”
Your voice was steadily declining, days of being unused taking it’s toll. The Leader chuckled, a dark sound which sent chills down your spine.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve gotten everything I need. Today is…” he waved his hands around, “for my benefit, for fun.”
With that, he pulled out a scalpel and a butchers knife, holding them out towards you.
“Pick.”
You merely stared at him, swallowing with a dry throat. The Leader shrugged, putting down the scalpel and lifting up the knife. He walked around you, causing your breath to increase with panic as you could no longer see him. You heard a slashing sound, your clothes being ripped from the back. Before he struck you, he whispered something into your ear.
“Since you defended your witch, you’ll die like one.”
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Wanda tore apart every base they went to, she destroyed entire buildings in her rage.
You had been taken and she couldn’t protect you. Her magic flickered dangerously through the Compound’s walls as Tony searched a grid for any signs of you. Wanda paced back and forth, wearing a hole into the floor of the lab. Natasha watched her worriedly but kept her distance at the pure anger radiating from the brunette. Tony slapped the counter in excitement, making eye contact with the witch. He merely showed her the coordinates of the last know location of your captors and she disappeared in a swirl of red. Tony and Natasha looked at each other before suiting up, a dreadful feeling sinking in their guts.
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Wanda didn’t give your captors any time to react. Once, they had a front door and multiple guards. Now, they had no door and only charred skeletons littering the ground. She stormed through the base, eyes glowing scarlet as she blasted henchmen away from her, sending them into walls with bone cracking sounds. Her magic reached out to you, calling for you, searching. Wanda knew she didn’t have to be so destructive, her magic was powerful enough without having to put on a show.
But she wanted to send a message.
She didn’t know The Leader left one of his own.
Wanda was quickly approaching giant iron doors and with a flick of her wrist, they crumbled to the ground like paper. She stepped into a dimly lit hallway, watching as a man exited one of the rooms. His hands were stained with red and he smiled at the Scarlet Witch. He spread his arms out like Wanda was a long lost friend.
“So, you finally join us. But a bit too little, too late.”
His taunting tone irked Wanda and she wrapped her magic around him, watching as something akin to fear bled into his eyes. The magic seeped into his mouth, his eyes, his nostrils before his neck was snapped to the side by Wanda’s pure anger. As The Leader’s lifeless body drooped to the ground, she noticed something about the ground he had once stood on.
It was stained with blood.
Fresh blood.
Wanda felt her magic react with familiarity and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She raced to the doorway, almost collapsing to the ground at what she saw. It was like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
Your body lay in a pool of your own blood, your skin torn and bruised, cut and burnt. A giant gash on your stomach bled onto the floor, creating a river of red around you. Your chest was moving slowly, like every breath was a burden. Wanda collapsed onto her knees next to you, pulling you into her arms and letting out a sob when she saw your back. Slash marks covered your skin, dried blood and fresh blood mixing gruesomely. She maneuvered you gently, using her magic to ease your pain. Your eyes blinked open heavily and Wanda smiled at you, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Hi, beba, I’m here.”
You smiled before attempting to respond, your body rejecting the action, causing you to erupt in a fit of coughs and sobs. Wanda shook her head as tears began to fall, cupping your face in her hands.
“No, no, hey save your strength, I’m going to get you out of here.”
She spoke reassuringly, more for her than you. Wanda watched as you gently nuzzled her with your head, looking deep into her eyes before you closed yours, slumping against her.
“Oh no, oh no nono! probudi se dušo, molim te probudi se! Wake up baby, please wake up!”
She let sobs wrack her body as she hurried her face into the crook of your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. She rocked back and forth on the ground, trying and failing to heal you with magic. The damage was too great.
Wanda heard the other Avengers attacking the base but she couldn’t move from her spot. She continued to rock you back and forth, not allowing herself to believe the worst. She felt Natasha, Tony, and Clint stand in the doorway of what was your cell, watching in agony as Wanda crumbled to pieces and you slowly faded away. Wanda leaned back, pressing a kiss to your forehead with trembling lips, whispering against your skin.
“Don’t leave me, Y/N, beba, don’t leave me.”
a/n: i hope this wasn’t too terrible! I love writing angst so much so i hope I delivered!! Thank you for reading!!
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