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vase-of-lilies · 1 year

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Levels of Intimacy-Phase One; Part Three

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (enhanced)

Warnings: Mental health issues, locked gloves and collar (for containment), lots and lots of fluff!, cuddling, pet names (little one, sweetheart), Wanda be fricken adorable, some PTSD, processing past issues, talking about hard stuffs :( (If I missed any, please let me know!)

A/n: The meditation talking part they do later on in the story is called Processing. It is a way to find trust in people that have most likely betrayed you or you already have trust in. I wanted to add that little bit because I have actually been in a processing once before and it was absolutely magical. I looked at something that was not working out for me and I found the cycle in which I locked myself in. I was able to break down the issue at hand and find the root of things! I just wanted to share that little bit:)

Translations: majhen - Little one

Your eyes fluttered open, a small groan finding its way through your throat. As you look around you, the room is still normal yet something about the feeling was different. Wanda… She had softly wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you slept, soon falling asleep with you in her arms. It was something you surely didn’t expect but certainly didn’t mind.

She was a comforting person to be around. Especially when you were in her arms. It was an embrace that you didn’t want to leave and wanted to suck in as much as possible. So, laying on the woman’s chest, you listen to her heart beat and count each one. Each one by seven. 1…2..3…4.5…6..7…1…2…3…4.5…6..7.

As you wait for Wanda to wake up, your thoughts went a little too far. All you thought about was what you could have done differently to save your parents. You wanted nothing than to hold them in your arms again, and wanting to hear their loving and praising words. Again, your thoughts went too far. ‘They would be scared of me… would they even love me with this, curse? Could I heal the past and never think about them again? No. I can’t do that. I can’t forget them.’

You talked to yourself as you stared at the gloves on your hands. God, you wanted them off your hands. So fucking bad. Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft voice of Wanda calling your name. “Y/n? Are you awake already majhen?” She smiles as you look up at her. “Yea, it was just a little bit ago. How did you sleep?” You ask, trying to maintain a conversation. She replied with a smile, “I slept great. You are a wonderful cuddler.” She teases you, and smiles as she hears your soft giggle.

You sit up a little more, scooting over so she can sit on the bed with you. She can tell something is bothering you, even from the small amount of time you were in her presence. As her fingers softly brush through the ends of your hair, she asks you, “Are you alright, majhen? You seem… distant.” She observes your hard gaze, landing on the gloves locked around your hands. “I see now. Do you want these off?” She gently takes your gloved hand in hers and rubs her thumb over the outer layer of the tech filled glove. You nod, tears beginning to sting your eyes. “I promise I won’t hurt anyone, I- I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

It’s true. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, and Wanda could feel that too. “I know you won’t sweetheart, I know. These are just precautions but I don’t think Tony will mind if we take them off.” She smiles as she retreats from the room to find Tony. Once she got the keys from him, she stops at a vending machine to get you a snack. Goldfish. “Hm… Seems appropriate…” she mumbles to herself as she presses B and then 7, watching it tumble to the bottom of the large box. Once the package of goldfish were in her possession, she walked back to your med bay room with a smile.

“I got you a snack. I thought you might be hungry,” Wanda said as she entered the room. She was happy to see that you had gotten yourself out of bed and was standing near the large open window beside the bed. You jumped when you heard her voice, but were relieved once you were able to identify who the voice belonged too. “Oh, thank you but-” before you could protest, your stomach answered for you, growling in a low tone that made Wanda chuckle. “Come on sweetheart, eat.”

With a small sigh of defeat, you surrendered to Wandas kind gesture and sat back down on the bed with her. She handed you the pack of gold fish and giggled softly. “Goldfish? How’d you know they were my favorite?” Wanda chuckled as she sat in front of you on the bed, taking your hands in hers and unlocking the gloves. “Lucky guess?” As she takes off the gloves, you feel a spark in your heart. It was a spark that could only really be felt from a lover and a true soulmate. “Wanda? Have you ever been in love?” You ask, completely out of the blue. She stops as she walks behind you, moving your hair over your shoulder. “Once. A while ago, but sadly he’s gone now.”

You turn your gaze down to your lap, feeling Wandas sorrow as she unlocks the collar around your neck. “But thats over with, and I have found other things to love.” She changes the subject and absentmindedly starts braiding your hair. “Am I ok to put some healing crystals in your hair?” She asks as you eat your goldfish. Shrugging your shoulders, you nod. “Sure, I could use some healing.” You laughed, and you smiled even bigger when Wanda decided to join in with laughter too. “You know,” Wanda started. “You are a wonderful person to be around. I know what it feels like. To feel like you don’t belong. You have this gift, yet you are seen as a threat. I know. But now that you’re here, you have nothing to worry about, or fear. You are safe in the hands of all of us.”

Her words entered your ears and you smile through each sentence. Wanda makes her way back around to the front of you, taking your hands in hers. “You are safe, and I know that you will do great things while you’re here.” She smiles, giving your hands a small squeeze to let you know she’s there. “What if I hurt people? What if I get so caught up in my own thoughts that I endanger everyone around me?” The worst possibilities started to flood your mind, becoming almost impossible to cease. She lets out a soft sigh, her breath fanning on your hands. “When you’re around me, you won’t have to worry about that.” She says, the phrase comforting.

“But what of the time that i’m alone?” You ask wearily, anxious of any out come that may happen if you are alone and get stuck in your mind.

“Close your eyes for me, and I want you to picture a room. An empty room with nothing but a soft and comfy chair in the middle. What color is this room? This color should be something that makes you happy, or gives you a feeling of joy when you see it. In my case, my room would be red. It makes me happy and at home. Whats your color?”

You are slightly caught off guard by the sudden question, but you quickly answer with, “Blue. Like the ocean.” Even though you are more scared of the ocean than ever now, you still feel at home when you think of the ocean.

“Good,” Wanda smiles. “Now I want you to pick three people. Three people you trust, and these people can be anyone. Your parents, your friends, the old woman just down the street, and even a dog. But pick three. These three people that are now in your blue room have vowed to keep every secret you tell them. Good or bad secrets, they keep them. They discuss amongst each other and decide what you should do with these secrets. Whether you tell them to someone outside of your room you trust, or even the same people with in your room. Once these secrets get out it feels like a whole different world. You have put up these emotional barriers to protect yourself, right? Now that you have people in your room to help with these, you don’t feel so alone and blocked off.”

You really thought about what she was saying. “I have put up an emotional barrier because I didnt feel safe…” A self realization hit you and you nodded as you wanted to hear more of what Wanda had to say.

“Now that you have all these secrets out, I want you to thank all of the people that came into your room. Tell them each goodbye and that you trust them. Now that you are at peace and alone in your room again, watch the colors of the walls change around you from blue, to red, yellow, orange, any color you choose. These can all be linked to emotions, memories- good or bad, or even people. But when you need to calm down, come into this room and invite your support group back into the room. Tell them how you feel and that you are having a hard time controlling your powers. They will help you, they will tell you everything is going to be alright, because everything will be. Once you feel ready, I want you to open your eyes and look up at me. Ok?”

When the time came when you felt ready, your eye lids fluttered open. Wandas beautiful face appeared in your eye sight and you smiled at her. “How do you feel little one?” She asks, the nickname hitting you in your heart; Sending jolts of happiness from your heart to your head and back again. “I feel… free, a-and…” You stop, not sure of what else you feel. “Just good.” You finish, smiling brightly.

“Im so glad sweetheart. You know you deserve the best, right? There is so much out there for you to see, experience and feel. You just needed a little help and a friend, I can tell.” Her lips tug into another smile, her thumbs softly rubbing the soft skin of your hand. Gently, you pull away from her grasp and softly wrap your arms around her neck. “Thank you Wanda… for everything.” Whispering in her ear, you lay your head on her shoulder. Smiling when her lips press a soft kiss to your head. “Its my pleasure. I am always here for you when you are feeling down or helpless. Even happy, i’m here for you. Just know that you are not alone in your life. You have people all around you to help you. Ok?”

She looks down at you, her eyes meeting yours. “I understand, thank you.” You smile, taking her words to heart. Going back to your mental room, you cheat and add one more person. Wanda. Her help and her trust worthy smile and attitude was just the add on you needed. As you close your eyes, you slowly start to doze off on her shoulder. “Goodnight little one, sleep well and I will see you when you wake.”

Wandas fingers trail through your hair, brushing the knots out as you slept. The crystals she out in your hair were amethyst; something that could help you sleep peacefully. She wanted nothing but happiness for you and even though you both just met, there was nothing wrong with how you felt about her. The growing feelings between the two of you, and the growing friendships of the avengers were just what you needed to recover from such a traumatic time in your life.

Healing people, and controlling your worst fear is the most control you have ever been in. Thanks to Wanda Maximoff. Your saving grace, and your emotional partner. “Thank you Wanda.” You whisper in your sleep, making the woman above you smile and press her lips to your head in a small kiss. “You’re welcome little one.” She whispers back, sending a spark of her own magic to your mind so you experience nothing but good in your dreams to come.

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theevilicecreamsoda · 1 year

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@almighty-shortest forced my hand

#SOBBING RN #this spawned from me watching this video where this dude just stuck his whole hand in a fucking container filled WITH MOSQUITO LARVA AND #PUPI NO GLOVES OR ANYTHING #anyways #mosquito #evilsoda.art #benrey #bensquito (thanks shortest for that name)#hlvrai #benrey hlvrai #insect

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queen-mabs-revenge · 8 days

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just realising that so much about me can be explained by the fact that my answer to 'what's the best gift you've ever been given' is

Dremel 4000

#guess who used the cat food containment shield they made by cutting the sides out of an ikea storage container with said dremel #as a spark/debris containment shield while cutting off screw heads #from the wrist of a articulated hand mannequin that will become a bathroom hand towel holder #with a heavy duty cut off wheel and smoothed down the cut edges with an aluminium oxide grinding stone attached to my dremel at 35K rpms ba #SPARKS A FLYING YEEAAAAHHH!!!#i was very safe #gloves apron protective gear and aforementioned containment shield #but i was having a lot of fun

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mantisgodsdomain · 2 months

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You can make any fashion item instantly popular & magically practical as well as comfortable. What do you choose

We want to be able to wear those insanely impractical lingerie/fetishwear pieces. Do you know how much fucking skintight kink stuff we'd wear if we didn't have to survive in summer? If we can be fashionable & practical & comfortable then by god we are going to make the fucking dominatrix bodysuit practical and by god we are going to wear it under one of our silly little knit mantles. Maybe we can add pockets that look good to them while we're at it.

#asks #we speak #we are sorry for this but like listen if kink gloves registered on phone screens we would wear them every day #alas we are chained to the wretched existence where we cant wear claw gloves every day #our wizard ensenble is what “practical” looks like to us in winter we are afraid #“practical” in summer is a cool tit container and the least covering pant item we have that still has pockets #for related reasons we really wish that more kink fashion was built to the proportions of our torso #we can't wear a body harness because all of them assume we have like 30% more torso length than we actually do and it looks weird #do you know how much more powerful we could be if we could wear fullbody harnesses. its a lot. we would be a LOT more powerful #anyways we hope that this gives u an accurate impression of our wardrobe #we dearly wish we could pair our greatkilt with a catwoman ass leather catsuit but alas it is not practical for us #oh well. we can make do.

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snarp · 10 months

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Scary cleaning discovery: old yellow dish gloves melted and fused to several other old dish gloves and a plastic bag. Simpsons body horror.

#unsanitary cw #body horror cw #what the fuck did i touch while wearing the yellow gloves #the plastic bag contained a couple things of cleaning fluid which i don't remember buying and which don't have ingredient labels #they instead say stuff like 'does not contain phosphorus!' and 'dispose of safely' (no further elaboration)

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stealthnoodle · 1 year

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For WIP Wednesday, I have finished this WIP! And made this lazy shitty gif edit because I needed to exorcise the image from my brain. Anyway, this has been a wild ride, I got a lot of mileage out of my chat app CSS, and I have finally made good on one of the first notes I put in my outline: "Let! Morgana! Text!"

#persona 5 #shuake #my fic #gif #if you've never giggled while drawing gloves with your laptop trackpad can you truly say you've lived #anyway this chapter continues the proud persona tradition of mlm fistfights #every time haru says acab in strikers an angel gets its wings #i wasn't planning on the little epilogue originally but the absolute menace energy could not be contained elsewhere

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paskariu · 6 months

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It's getting colder so it's time for *skin hurty season*. Yay

#my skin is incredibly sensitive to cold it sucks ass because the rest of me isn't #if it's below 15°C i have to wear gloves if i don't want the skin on my.hands to dry out and literally crack #has your skin ever been so dry you make a fist and it rips open and bleeds? yea #vent #it's mot that bad yet but it's already noticable #meanwhile other parts of my body i can't easily cover (like my lips) are just constantly fucked #lip balm barely helps at all :)#the best thing is that i need really strong hand cream.for it to help #and i usually get that at a pharmacy #but for people to believe me that np i'm not just a little worried I know for a fact that my skin WILL get really fucked if i don't use the #strong stuff because weak hand cream has no effect (or might just contain stuff i'm allergic to)#i need to let my hands get to the point of my skin breaking for people to believe me #if i run out of the hand creams i have #i cherish the half a tube of hand cream so strong you need a pescription so much because i'll never get it again #unless again my hands are so fucked i cannot use them without injurong myself

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chaos-coming · 9 months

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Allergies are a disability, full stop.

#the lady at the store i just bought food from was soo annoyed and refused to change her gloves or give me a fresh takeout container #after having put the wrong thing in my box #which i am highly allergic to #and i was too heatstruck and socially anxious to insist or refuse to buy it #so now im jacked up on antihistamines and praying i dont have to cancel my lessons this evening and end up in the hospital #she did what i asked but with 10 liters of attitude and after having touched absolutely everything with her same gloves #i should have known better but i was so hungry and had just spent 30 minutes walking around in 37C heat #sadly now i have to make a complaint to her boss that she wouldnt respect my allergy because this isnt a fucking joke #she was so rude about it too like wtf lady youre the one who put the wrong thing in my box to begin with #and im not even sure she gave me the right one in the end bc i couldnt taste it bc i immediately had a reaction #and had to call my dad panicking in case i needed to go to the hospital someone should know

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leolaroot · 2 years

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guy who hates mold so much he can't even clean it up without feeling like he's in physical danger. guy who hates mold so much he lives with it.

#i try not to sound unwell on here and i realize this is weird but i am running out of room for food in my fridge because its full #of contaminated containers. and i just need to mask up and put gloves on and throw everything out but. SCARY ASFUCK.

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andthebeanstalk · 1 year

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Junji Ito makeup test #1

Figuring out what I need in order to create a music video parody of the song "Gloria" by Laura Branigan, but make it about Tomie. I will be playing the part of a 1980s pop disco singer in the style of Junji Ito. This is high art in progress, people! 😘😂😅

photos of first test:

additional digital notes made using Clip Studio:

main takeaways:

So first off, where the fuck did my stage makeup go??? I had no idea it was missing until today!! I ended up using the makeup from when I used to perform as a mime. (Not a joke, but in a larger, cosmic sense, kind of a joke. 😆 I'll probably do it again sometime. I was adorable as a little soft butch gay mime!)

I now remember why I stopped using the dry cake face paint and switched to wet paint in a tube BUT I CANNOT FIND THE TUBESSS

I'm out of eyeliner in general, but for this, I need some kind of extra thin/fine eyeliner and preferably more than a thimble-full of paint for it.

Maybe I can thin out some matte black face paint and also get like a really nice fine brush? I guess it depends on if the paint is water-soluble.

I should probably check to see if I already have these materials, which would be SO MUCH EASIER IF I COULD FIND MY FUCKING STAGE MAKEUP--

Either way the lines need to be super thin, straight, clean, and parallel to each other. Or I could look at the rougher cross-hatching Ito sometimes uses, but I suspect tidier lines will look best with makeup.

Luckily, I already have an entire burlesque/drag act where I make myself look like a character from a black and white film. Between that and the mime thing, I theoretically have all the white gloves I will ever need lol. I guess I'm going to need white leggings, since the light gray ones won't work for this. Junji Ito is not generally greyscale as much as literally black and white.

Do I own makeup primer? I feel like yes. It definitely sounds like a good idea.

I KNOW FOR A FACT I DIDN'T THROW OUT MY STAGE MAKEUP because I had quality skin-safe glitter in basically every color, and only a FOOL would throw that out!!!!

Gloria is a song from 1983 with disco balls in the music video. Do I want to incorporate more style choices from 1983? Should I buy a wig? Something with shoulder pads maybe?? I guess that means I can keep the thick eyebrows...

Actually upon further research, I do need a sequinned shirt for this. Possibly a sequin leotard with a shiny belt. And leg warmers. OH! And a jacket with just the biggest shoulder pads I can find! Or at least the closest thing I can find to this outfit in one trip to a thrift store

Every 1980s music videos seems to have a person with their hair and clothing flowing in the wind. Now, I could buy a fan. But much funnier and cheaper would be a shot of my hair blowing in the wind that then pans to a friend furiously fanning me with a piece of cardboard or something. (Which means I'd need either two people helping with this shot, or I just have to accept that the shot's going to look kind of blurry by doing the zoom-out in post. Oh gods, I would have to write a proper shot list ahhhhhh--)

Honestly, blurry footage seems fine in some parts. I'm probably going to add some dreamy soft filters anyway to make it look like pre-digital 35mm film from an 80s vid.

I'm going to need some fake blood to splatter at me in the middle of the video. Obviously. So I guess that bit will need to be filmed outside.

The good news is the fact that the nearest easiest filming location for me is a alley full of dumpsters is actually really appropriate for this video. XD

Should I do the distressed eyebrows that a lot of Junji Ito characters have? Note to try that in the next test along with a The Crow-like smile. (My go-to high school Halloween costume. Damn, I have been painting my already pasty-pale face even whiter for a while now! 😅)

Other progress made on this project today:

I recorded myself singing a voice memo along to the rhythm of the karaoke version of Gloria that's on YouTube, but in it, I'm singing in the key that is appropriate to my voice. (A couple half-steps down, I think.)

Next step will be to load that clip onto my computer and adjust the karaoke version to match its pitch. And then like, practice the song with my new personalized backing track.

If i actually finish this, I'll have to re-record the backup vocals to say the right name.

Also the next step will be to see if my interest in this lasts long enough to at least get me to find my frickin' stage makeup.

Additional notes:

The original music video for Holding Out for a Hero is exactly the right energy for this, and now I absolutely need shots of me in front of (badly green-screened) flames, on my knees while singing passionately and directly at the camera and presumably wearing kneepads tbh

Omg what if I included a little "photoshoot" sequence and really fucked with the photos to make them all blurry-body-horror nasty as they flash by real quick?? Get like, a glitch effect in the mix hell yeah 😎😎😎

Edit: Omg i just remembered I have these short-shorts with a reanimator quote on the ass! ("Blasphemy? Before what god?") i know what shorts to wear for this now!!

Oh! Another idea! What if the video starts with me reading Tomie and then closing the book and picking up the nearest microphone-shaped thing and using that to start singing - and every 30 seconds or so of footage, it quietly changes to a different item (one of which is absolute the black wand vibrator that I have XD)

Note: I can easily shorten the song if I only have funny shots planned for like 2/3 of the song length. No need to get too repetitive.

#original #I lost over half of my belongings due to bedbugs a couple years ago and I'm still extremely bitter about it so I really hope that #i am right that i kept the makeup. it was precious to me i would have kept it. still so bitter about losing my sewing machine and my guitar #and all my lovely nail polish and all my kitchen appliances and my organizational systems. bottom line is i deserve 1000 presents #and that bedbugs are the scariest creature on the fucking planet. and that i WANT. MY MAKEUP. but i am 99% i have it somewhere still #my character as a mime is a lot like Wes from DST but i hadn't played that game yet at the time. like a very soft harpo marx.#always wrong place wrong time and overenthusiastic in silly soft-hearted ways. their name is JJ Juniper.#tomie Kawakami #tomie #like I want to be completely clear I am a literal clown XD and this video project is very much clown shit and that is on purpose 😅#the inspiration for this project came from the fact that the names Gloria and Tomie have the same rhythm. and that's basically it.#what's it like being a genius you ask? well I would say it isn't easy except it absolutely is incredibly easy XD #if I finish this project it will be like all of my other junji Ito fan work.#which is to say it will be an EXTREMELY detailed and lovingly crafted shit post that takes many dozens of hours to finish #so that's good.#image descriptions #at the very least I found my regular makeup. which is very much also for performing but contains less glitter and face paint #for the raised eyebrow line - what do drag queens use for that?#by the way I absolutely do not have all the white gloves I'll ever need bc nothing in this world stains faster #than a cheap white glove on a clumsy man! but that is okay they are incredibly cheap #OMG if I use my cane to dance in this video I should bedazzle it! also in general I wouldn't mind having a bedazzled cane

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vase-of-lilies · 1 year

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Levels of Intimacy-Phase One; Part Two

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Use of a needle, use of a sedative, graphic depictions of a Tsunami, deep talks about power, being vulnerable, locking gloves and control collar (for containing powers), minor character(s) death, nightmares, PTSD, Wanda comforting the reader🥺, feelings of drowning, (if there are other things, please let me know!)

A/n: Heres Part Two! Hope you enjoy:) Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Translations: majhen= Little one

With a glass of water in front of you along with a bowl green jello cubes, Steve, Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Natasha all stand at the end of your bed. Immediately feeling overwhelmed, you subconsciously reach for Wandas hand and she happily lets you hold it. “This is the team, Love.”

Thats Tony Stark, as you know, that’s Steve whom you met when you arrived, Bucky you healed his hand, Bruce is the doctor helping you at the moment, and lastly this is Natasha, she acts all tough but she’s a cinnamon roll once you get to know her.” You shyly wave at the Avengers at the end of your bed, and you ask the question that has been burning holes in your mind. “S-so, can you help me?”

Wanda nods with a hopeful smile and so does the rest of the team. Steve is the first one to speak.“Not all of us know what you can do, do you think you could show us what you can do with the water?”

He seemed to be treating you like a baby, but you knew he was just as scared as you were. Dealing with an element of the world both you and Steve live on is something that could be detrimental if not addressed in a calm way. With a small nod, you hesitantly let go of Wandas hand. Sitting up, you can feel a wave of slight relief as you take in what a safe space this is and you begin to perform what you felt was right.

As you concentrated, you maneuvered your hands to shape a small imaginary ball. Harnessing your energy in everything you have, you eyes begin to glow a light blue and the water starts to bubble. Once it starts to bubble, you were able to move your hands up just an inch and the water followed. A sphere of water now stood above the empty glass, and you moved your fingers to make small designs with the water, sending swirls around in a circle and carefully landing it back in the water. Physically, this was pretty draining but, emotionally? That was a whole other level.

The team gasped at your performance, and your eyes went back to their original color, the light blue fading with the visuals of water in the air. Bruce was on the left side of the bed jotting down notes on his clip board, Tony was in shock as was Natasha. Steve, Bucky and Wanda, they were just proud. They were honored to have someone with this power with them and with your healing abilities you could be one of the most powerful of the team, and that was important.

“Great, how about healing? You can do it on Bucky again if you’d like? Maybe try something a little bigger?” Steve suggested, and you nodded back at him giving him a silent “Ok.” Bucky makes his way to the bed and he shows a deep gash on his side. You gasped yourself at the blood soaked bandages and you softly ghosted your fingers over the gauze. “What happened?” You whispered to the super-soldier, expecting to hear the worst.

“Oh, it was really nothing. Nothing poisonous, so that’s gotta be somethin’ good.” He responds. You look up at him, and sigh as you see the other scrapes and bruises along his forehead and neck. Turning your attention back to the large gash on his abdomen, you focused your energy into good thoughts. Your hands began to glow a light purple, a tingling in Bucky’s abdomen starting to form as the power coming from inside of you patches his muscles, arteries and blood vessels back together and leaving no trace of a scar as you removed your hands from his stomach.

Once again the teams gasps fill the room and they softly clap at the “show” they were getting from you. You wanted to speak up, but the positive praise that you are getting from the team felt like nothing you have ever felt before. It made you happy to feel validated, and wanted by someone. Wanda knew that feeling too, especially after she lost her brother. As you look to the right, you smile softly as you meet the eyes of the Scarlet witch, a grin of her own painting her lips as well. “You’ll be a great add on to the team, Y/n. We will help you through it all, I promise.” Wanda gently takes your hand again, squeezing it softly so you know she is always there.

“Do I have to do performances like this often?” You joke, trying to play off your concern as something humorous. Wanda shakes her head to your relief and she replies “This was just for testing and seeing what you are able to do. I can’t promise there won’t be more tests, but you will never be doing this just for fun.” She smiles as she looks at the rest of the people in the room. “Right… everyone?” Everyone nods and mumbles their agreements and softly grin with Wanda as the rest of the super heroes leave the room.

“So, are you ready to become an Avenger?”

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The waves crashed against the beach as you sat on the sand in your favorite swimming suit. The sun sending warm rays against your body and the water cooling your toes. Your mother and father, being the flirts that they are, bask in each others touches as they hold hands as they watch you. Giving them a small wave, they happily wave back. It was perfect being where you and you parents belonged. Nothing could take this felling away.

Well, maybe something could…

Once you looked back down to your feet, the water was gone. Your gaze moved up but you still didn’t see the water. One more time you lifted your head to see no water. The final look was strait out to the horizon. At this point all of the screams and loud sirens around you had died out, the only thing you were able to focus on was the wave starting to grow bigger and bigger as it grew closer and closer. Your parents grabbed you by the arms and pulled you away from your spot, leaving behind anything you had left. You didn’t have enough money at the time to buy a car, but everything you needed was with in walking distance from home and that was all you needed. Except this time.

The crashing of the water as it hit the shore was something you would usually love to hear, but in an instant just like this, nothing could be even more terrifying. Your father was the first to say something as you ran up the street. “Guppy!! Run, and don’t stop running!” Your father shouted making your head turn back around. A gasp left your mouth as you saw that your father and mother had stopped running. They were elderly, but they could run and you knew that. “No! Im not leaving you!” You began to run back, but people were trampling over you to get to higher ground, making you lose your footing and falling back.

“It’s our time, guppy, it’s time to say goodbye.” The wind around you flew stronger and you listened to your fathers last wish. With one last small wave goodbye, you turned around and ran. The rush of adrenaline kept you running for as long as you possibly could as the water became closer to shore. Then, that was when the water hit the first building. Oh god… the screaming, the fighting, the cries of pain filled your ears. But something told you to keep moving and to keep running- no, no it wasn’t something, it was someone telling you to keep running.

Of course you ignored that feeling. You began to help other people up the large hills and onto ladders going up other tall buildings. You even carried a dog or two up with you. It was worth your time and it was worth your energy to save these people and keep them safe. It was life or death for a city of people and the one thing you wanted to do was save everyone in sight. Once you saw the people who needed the most help, you lost your breath as the large wave crashed down onto you. The gallons and gallons of salt water filling your system and making you think the worst thoughts. ‘Im gonna die. Im gonna die.’

However, there was a response to your words. ‘Swim, guppy. Swim.” It was your father’s voice and from what you could see there was only one way up and that was to the light. The oxygen fills your lungs as you reach the surface of the crashing waves as it surges through out the city where you live. For miles the water spreads, and spreads and spreads and soon after mother nature had enough, she finally let the storm calm down. “Y/n, wake up. Wake up Y/n!” A voice calls out to you, a voice you did not recognize. Or at least not heard much of it. You shook, no were you shaking? No, someone was shaking you.

“Y/n! Wake up!!” The voice yells, and you awaken from your dream. Shooting up from your laid down position in the hospital bed you look around at everyone. Looks of worry cross their faces and confusion covers yours. You look down at your hands which are now entrapped in some type of glove or paw. And around your neck was a collar of some type. Both of these things were locked, and you were even more confused. “Wh-whats happening? Why am I- why am I like this? Will these hurt me?” You ask, more frightened of the things you don’t know than the people around you.

“They’re just to keep everyone and yourself safe. You aren’t in trouble and you aren’t going to get hurt…” Wanda whispered to you, softly stroking your hair as tears roll down the skin of your cheeks. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s ok. We’re gonna figure this out. Ok? These are just to keep your power contained, and this is to keep you from hurting yourself if you do end up using your powers in your sleep.” She explains, trying to calm you down as you scratch at the articles of clothing around your hands and neck. “Pl-pl-please th-the wave its coming. It-it’s growing b-bigger!” You whimper, trying to see out the window only to see that the blinds were closed. “Y/n, please stop this. You’re safe!” Wanda softly argues back.

“Bruce…” Wanda heeds, and Bruce comes over with a sedative. This time a stronger one to not do so much damage in your dreams. A whimper left your throat as the small needle went into your arm, trying to pull away from the sharp sting. Not having too many good experiences with needles. Wanda was happy to be here for you, and loved to help you even when you were being difficult. She knew it would be a process but was more than willing to lend her assistance. Something brought you to her and she believed that with all of her heart. “Just sleep majhen, I’ve got you.” She whispers, stroking your hair away from your face and giving your temple a soft kiss of her lips. “Shh, shh, shh, rest majhen… rest…”

Wandas voice soon faded as you head fell back against the pillow again. As your eyes fluttered closed, the sound of a Sokovian lullaby filled your ears. The beautiful tune sang by Wanda herself from above you. It was a calming, and almost freeing feeling that soared through your body as you slept. Wanda smiled as the sound features from your face glowed with beauty. It was something only a woman or man with love in their eyes could see. Something clicked in her though, and she felt your mind unlock itself. Sending her power through to your mind she began to go through your memories to gather more information about you, for Fury.

She didn’t want to interrupt the beautiful dream you were having of a beautiful beach day with the blue water surrounding your vision. A smile painted her lips once she saw how beautiful your family was, and how kind your parents were. Their tragic death will never be forgotten, but the one thing that will always be remembered was their love for each other and most of all you. You stir in your sleep, Wanda becoming too caught up in your mind that she was noticed by your subconscious. As she exited your mind, she watched you sleep for a couple hours. Wondering how you survived that horrid accident and how many years you went living alone and silent.

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Progenitus the Hydreigon

Art of the above Hydreigon was created by myself, for myself! Full name: Progenitus (More details under the Readmore)

Individual Head Names, left to right -White: Gideon -Blue: Jace -Black: Sorin -Red: Koth -Green: Garruk At MOST times, Progenitus will be addressed as such, since, unless he is totally relaxed, all heads work and act together as one unit, essentially a hivemind, mainly under Sorin's direction. Progenitus is almost NEVER fully relaxed unless he's alone with Tanis and the rest of her team, in someplace he's comfortable with. For other trainers or Pokemon to see the heads act individually is horrendously rare. Species: 5-Headed Hydreigon Level: ??? Size: Big McHuge. An average human can faceplant onto the fluffy parts of his chest.So...2 to 3 times bigger than a "standard" Hyderigon? Nature: Aggressive. Hostile. Violent. To be saved as a last resort or in dire situations. History: Progenitus did not start off as creature of malice, but he DID start off a little... Different. Tanis discovered him as a Deino as she was strolling around Unova, and he was at the brink of death. He hatched with polymeia, having two extra legs that did nothing but hinder him at all times, so walking was incredibly difficult, let alone hunting for food. Plus, his ravenous attitude and severely off-putting appearance managed to chase away any who had enough sympathy to even try and help him, human and Pokemon both. Excluding Tanis, who not only saved the poor dragon's life, but she helped him trained. Despite all odds, he grew. Gained weight and strength over the years, and he evolved. He still had those two vestigial limbs as a Zweilous, but, given more tender loving care... He evolved once more. Suddenly he found himself free of his burden. Those useless legs turned into two extra, fully functional heads when he evolved, all equal in strength and intelligence. And he was angry. He was IS magnificent, and if not for this one, practically feral human who cared for him so tenderly, so diligently, he would have perished. He did NOT deserve that. He deserved to be cared for. Hell, he could have been like this many ages ago, he could have a territory of his own and rules all beneath him. But no. He was treated as a freak. And now he's everyone else's problem. However. He is 100% loyal to his trainer. His entire body can and will stop on a dime as soon as the word leaves her lips. He sore to always keep her safe, to keep her happy and healthy, as she has done for him.Everyone else though...? If not for Tanis telling him to hold back, hundreds would have fallen to his ruthless assaults. Moveset: Every head can use Dragon, Dark, and Normal type moves. However, each individual head has access to 3 other types exclusive to it. -Gideon: Fairy, Electric, Steel -Jace: Water, Flying, Ice -Sorin: Ghost, Psychic, Poison -Koth: Fire, Ground, Rock -Garruk: Grass, Bug, Fighting All access moves: Dragon Pulse, Draco Meteor, Outrage, Dark Pulse, Nasty Plot, Crunch, Hyper Beam, Hyper Voice, and Giga Impact. Individual moves: Dazzling Gleam, Thunderbolt, Flash Cannon, Scald, Aeroblast, Ice Beam, Bitter Malice, Freezing Glare, Sludge Bomb, Flamethrower, Earth Power, Power Gem, Energy Ball, Bug Buzz, Focus Blast. If you think that this is too much, and want to compromise/ make possible changes for an RP, this can be arranged, you just have to let me know. Progenitus was clearly made and designed to essentially be "Final Boss" strength, but I fully understand that he smashes nearly every law of Pokemon out there. I do love him, and i want to use him, but not at the detriment of others. Fun Facts: -Yeah he's a walking Magic the Gathering reference. He is based off of this card,

and every one of his heads is named after a Planeswalker. Sorin is the only one not monotype mana, and he's the only exception because I like Sorin and the name. -Progenitus was MUCH softer looking in his original art.

-None of Progenitus' extra head/necks look like arms with a muppet head attached to it. They all have the same basic serpentine neck, with all of the supporting heads looking like the main one. -I'm not 100%sure if the fluffy bits of a Hydreigon are supposed to be fur or feathers, so I went with both. Progenitus is covered in both beautiful scales, and protofeathers. His feathers are basically a mixture of emu feathers and quills. The base/ "undercoat" of these feathers is that pink that you can see through his coat. -His wings ARE the same color as his chest, they're just darkened in the reference image to make them fade into the background a bit more.

#The link in his name goes to the blog page #Contains the same information #Iwas going to work on the blog itself but I hate looking at and messing with themes #Then I was going to redraw Tanis and get her info up here but #I cleaned my drawing gloves and the cleaning cloth so I can't use my tablet #So I figured I'd introduce the Hydreigon I have as this blog's profile pic #He does exist sitting innocently on my Shield version #Waiting for Home to open up to Scarlet #In truth I have ashiny Hydreigon lady on there #I traienr her up fully already so stat-wise they'd be the same p sure #Sorry I write novels in my tags #Hydreigon #Pokemon OC #Progenitus #I'll do Tanis' starter next #Or maybe her herself #idk i don't have anyart of her that I LIKE like #And I've drawn her three whole ass times #Her starter was a Trapinch now Flygon named Dustdevil #I also suck at making fancy tags so rip #Maybe someday #But here's proof that I can do things sometimes.

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