#muse: pietra maximoff
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@holyones ASKED , 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆? > 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 & 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏. 𝐘𝐄𝐓, when peter asked her a quiet question , her brain decided it was important enough to try to pull herself from sleep to see what he wanted or needed. body is positioned right beside his , cheek pressed into the dark colored pillow case with an arm drawn over peter. their body heats mingle together , but the cracked bedroom window lets a little new york nighttime air inside to keep from getting hot. pietra’s mind had nearly turned off when he asked & if it had been anything else she would’ve been annoyed or ignored them all together. but, being peter she knew she wouldn’t. ; ( peter who had a lot of his mind. peter who talked for them when pietra was quiet , who held her hand & sometimes found comfortable silence. they worked well together & they cared for one another—what more was there to ask for ? ) at first she grumbled a little, ❛ huh, wha- . . ? ❜ comes out slowly after he asks, eyes trying to peel themselves open to peer at him. ❛ yes , i’m- . . i’m awake. what is it ? ❜ not asked with even a hint of discontent or irritation. hand , almost instinctively , pats peter’s side before having a slightly tighter grip. for comfort. ❛ is something wrong , babe ? ❜ asked with a little more animation, eyes opening fully now.
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@gro2esq ASKED, ❝ 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒚. ❞ ( 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂 )
𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 to speak on as it brought up traumatizing, bad memories. those even not of her own—those of her mothers who inadvertently passed them onto an equally as grief ridden daughter ! wanda didn’t know that would happen or that pietra’s own grief would be magnified because of it. mother && daughter two sides of one coin && one half a whole soul. . . the question remains: what does she do with all of it now? that ever present, heavy grief && guilt ? she wants 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 at the heavens, she wants to reunite herself with her loved ones sometimes even at the cost of someone else. that wouldn’t be very ‘hero’ of her, would it ? yet can you blame her completely . . . ; eyes, multi colored && darkened with her emotion, stare at cain with an expression of stillness that searched for leaning in what he said. ❝ if that’s true, then why must I mourn so deeply ? ❞ brow arches, tone verging on as if she is asking for legitimate answers. ❝ my brothers are gone, my home, my father, && now this ? I am alone with my own grief, my memories of my mothers. ❞ jaw clenched as if she were momentarily 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚁𝚈 about that sad, simple truth no one would really want to hurt. ❝ I want someone to be there for me, but nuh-no one understands ! ❞ tears well in her eyes as they downcast && teeth bite into lower lip like she does when trying not to cry. ❝ I am tired of suffering on my own, of dealing with it on my own, I can’t do it ! ❞ head gives a sharp shake.
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“Oh wow, you actually look like you’re trying to look professional.”
~ Maria Hill
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~Pietra Maximoff
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“Stunning as ever Tiger.”
~Mary Jane Watson
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“Who is this...how do I not know who this man is?”
~ Nora Mackenzie
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~ Amina Lambert
#【 this is how we die ❖ submissions 】#【 a lot of muses ❖ like 】#【 maria hill ❖ likes 】#【 pietra maximoff ❖ likes 】#【 mary jane watson ❖ likes 】#【 nora mackenzie ❖ likes 】#【 amina lambert ❖ likes 】#submission
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hey guys!
blog is still under construction, but I’m eager to get going !
muse list under the cut!
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the muses that I will always answer for, and the ones you’ll get if you forget to specify~
𝔻ℂ 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 -
Supergirl (DCTV, Injustice, comicverse)
Batgirl/Cassandra Cain (pre-52)
Poison Ivy (mixed verse)
Nightwing/Dick Grayson (Arkhamverse, pre-52)
𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖
Spider-Gwen (canon divergent!)
Spider-Man (comic and TAS based!)
Karolina Dean (comic and MCU)
𝕋𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕎𝕠𝕝𝕗
Laura Hale (canon divergent)
𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 -
Ruby 1.0 (Supernatural)
White Witch/Wanda Zatara (Amalgam-verse)
Lena Duchannes (Caster Chronicles)
Ridley Duchannes (Caster Chronicles)
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤
Primary muses, always available, but won’t be sprung by surprise!
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Sam Arias/Reign (DCTV)
Wally West (Teen Titans, comics)
Wonder Girl/Cassie Sandsmark
𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 -
Hope Summers
Noh-Varr
Loki, God of Stories (Agent of Asgard primarily!)
Bobby Roberta Drake/Aurion (Earth-80827)
𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 -
Sombra (Overwatch)
Tracer (Overwatch)
Zenyatta (Overwatch)
Anna Milton (Supernatural)
𝔹𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥
The muses that are available by request, usually active!
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Shado (Arrowverse)
Nyssa al Ghul (Arrowverse)
Barbara Gordon (GCG)
Kara Gordon (GCG)
𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 -
Speed/Tommy Shephard (Young Avengers)
Quicksilver (Pietra Maxomoff (Earth-127))
Wanda Maximoff (MCU, comicverse)
Emma Frost (comicverse, MCU AU)
Polaris/Lorna Dane (MCU AU, comicverse, cartoonverse)
Megan Gwynn/Pixie (Comicverse)
𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖
Muses that may come out to play every once in awhile, lower activity.
Tbd!
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@t0ybox ASKED, 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 . / 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 > 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒. they feel inescapable at times , linked to the very being of herself in their rooted realities. everything she has nightmares of isn’t fictional, but actions done by her own hand or that of her mothers. all of the people held captive in westview , the people killed during their attacks , & america nearly killed for her powers. all in the name of finding family , of being whole again—at the time it felt more than just yet in the aftermath the guilt was crushing ! mind refused to see what she was doing was wrong in the moments of intense grief & wanting for what was taken. how can you see the darkness shrouding you when your heart aches for better times ? ; eyes move rapidly behind closed eyes when the first sensation of kisses to her skin register. it takes a moment , the soft touch of peter, for eyes to open themselves & the flood of morning light to overtake. i’m not there anymore , pietra thinks , I���m home. I’m safe, with peter. smile spreads slowly, dimples dotting cheeks. ❛ good morning , ❜ spoken still in a groggy tone, mouth opening to yawn. body moves closer to almost nestle into the crook of his neck: ❛ i wasn’t talking in my sleep again, was i ? ❜ the kisses to her skin , this time along her shoulder , threaten to pull mine away completely ! ❛ you sure do know have to wake someone up , parker. do you always want to wake me up like this or should i put it to memory until next time ? ❜
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@parailan ASKED, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔? — 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄�� 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋 && it turned out wrong or false ? it’s her trusting nature, her continual want to see the good in people that sometimes, with the right person, it can blind her to what’s true. pietra hadn’t know much of the real word or it’s falsehoods && losses until the hex was lost && everything she knew was 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 ! she remembers it, her emotions, as clear as her brother standing before her . . the crushing feeling, the feeling of being lost. what could she do after that with no home, no father, no brothers ? ; brows furrowed for a moment, two tones peering toward her brother. lips are downturned, eyes momentarily lost in contemplation. ❝ we all need happiness, don’t we ? ❞ a rather philosophical wondering. ❝ sometimes it’s false happiness, other times it true happiness. but, we all need it in whatever form it comes in. ❞ a breath is taken in, ❝ happiness, && all the emotions that come with it like love or joy, is something people can’t live without. ❞ hand reaches out to take hold of little brothers hand, bring it into her lap, && squeeze tight. ❝ the happiness, the love, the joy i felt when we were reunited. . . it was real. how can something so deeply felt be a falsehood, brother ? ❞
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@unbelovd ASKED, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆 . / 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 > 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄, ����𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 often than either of them might like. nightmares of losing her mother, or what she did, or of memories not even her own—pietra hesitant to close her eyes in fear of seeing things that make her wake up gasping ! apart of her feels bad for waking peter up who lay beside her, but the other half yearns for his comfort && his arms. he calms her heart, he settles her mind, && knowing he’s 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴 is all she needs to calm down. almost instantly she seeks out his arms, rests her head against his chest. ; a small sniffle is given as pietra holds on, ❝ I woke you up . . . ❞ spoken quietly though mournfully, ❝ im sorry, pete. another nightmare— ❞ tears have progressed from being outpours, 𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 of an internal agony that she can’t escape in the moment of waking, to quiet && reserved tears running down her cheeks. woman becoming accustomed to her grief && her terror. why must life be so cruel ? ❝ I don’t know why they’ve been so bad, I don’t know why I. . . ❞ head shakes, chest taking in deep breaths to slow her heart thet stammered before . ❝ I’m tired of nightmares. ❞
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@vizhione ASKED, ❛ 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐. 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. ❜ @ 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘, 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 as wrong. all she knew what her mother was hurting, she was hurting, not having the twins—they wanted them back so badly that they crossed universes && hurt people to do it. it was her grief that drove actions, but also the compounding grief of her mother that harbored in her chest as fresh && as real as if it had always been hers. ( a downside to being an 𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 of someone’s soul. you feel their emotions especially when they magnify your own && in turn, especially with the darkhold involved, wanda’s corruption became pietra’s corruption. dark power turned her fingers black, it drover her to things she would’ve never thought of in westview. ) ; but, with wanda supposedly gone . . what’s left but a gaping, dark hole in the center of her chest ? tears well in the young woman’s eyes, no words spoken as she rushes forward to wrap arms around her father. ❝ we just wanted the twins back ! we didn’t want to hurt so many people ! ❞ how could he ever 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 her ? ❝ mama’s gone, I can’t feel her anymore. I can’t—i don’t know what to do, dad. I feel lost, I feel . . so much grief with no where to put it. ❞ && guilt, shame, anger. pietra begins to cry, holding vision tightly wishing for reassuring arms to hold her.
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@unbelovd ASKED, [ have date nights at home ] ( -> pietra )
𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄’𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐎��� 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇. blanket is wrapped around her shoulders while the cold of outside, the snow that continues to fall && settle on the ground, sneaks in with quick gushes of win against windows cold to the touch. a breath taken in as mind wonders what might be taking peter so long, head turning to peer over back of couch into the kitchen close by. mind considers calling out for him, but she holds off on it for a moment. ( they’d been married for a little over six months. the idea of being with someone for the rest of her life, considering track record with family, had been a . . odd concept for pietra to consider. she knew though that she wanted to 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 peter no matter what ! she loved him, he loved her, && that’s all she could ask for. they get to be there for one another, to hold one another, && everything in between. ) ; ❝ peter ! ❞ voice calls out after another minute passes, ❝ peter, honey, we don’t wanna be up too late ! we have that thing in the morning. ❞ not that she was rushing him, but just a little reminder. not a second after, he comes bounding into the living room holding a bowl of what looked like to be popcorn. ❝ there you are. i was beginning to worry you’d fallen into another dimension in there. ❞ laughs woman with a widened smile, arm moving to open the blanket for peter to settle in beside her. a 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 is pressed to corner of his mouth, ❝ ready ? ❞
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@speedaes ASKED, "𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅?" @ 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 ? pietra knew one thing && one thing only: that she was in pain, that her mother was in pain. the pair of them share part of the same soul, they share that pain, && pietra an entire lifetime of it. the bombing that took her grandparents, her mothers home, the loss of her uncle, && even the repeat trauma of her father dying ! right now, in this exact point in time, it’s all she can think of, all she can feel⸺the frustration of people who don’t understand or even want to try to 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳. ( strange, that hypocrite. all he does is judge, all he does it criticize yet if he were in wanda’s position everything inside pietra tells her he’d do the same. ) ; head gives a shake of the head, wide eyes trying to repress the rise of tears. sadness mixed with anger. ❝ no, ❞ is all she can say, ❝ i didn’t want people to get hurt, to die, but they got in the way. they don’t even understand- . . . they just call my mother the 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷. ❞ jaw clenches, a inward take of breath. multicolored eyes study him from their distance apart: ❝ we just want our family back. what’s left of it. ❞ emotion rises in tone, ❝ we just want to be happy. like everyone else. if you knew you could be happy or have what you lost again . . wouldn’t you take it ? ❞
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@unbelovd ASKED, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒆 / 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 -> 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 pietra had never felt toward peter before right now. the pair usually got along more than well, their love held them in such of harmonious state, but right now what he had said && the way he said it made her blood spike hot && a tightness grow in her chest. in control of her emotions, mostly, she was yet the magic that 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 along with those strong emotions didn’t have much control. it just happens subconsciously, but once it did the maximoff woman couldn’t keep it at bay . . it felt as if a great energy was building inside of her && if she didn’t expel it then she might as well explode all together ! body stands rigid in the bedroom of their apartment with arms at her sides, hands balled into fists so tight that half moons were being carved into flesh by fingernails. jaw is clenched, teeth creaking inside her mouth. ; ❝ excuse me ?! ❞ comes much louder voice than before—the lights flicker. ❝ since when did you think you could make decisions for me, peter ?! I don’t remember asking you to do that— ❞ tone holds, a step forward. ❝ this is up for debate because I said so ! ❞ nostrils flare && wind rattles their windows. ❝ I’m going to do 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 the hell I want to. If you like or not is your problem, not mine ! you might think you are protecting me, but . . ❞ a pause, an intake of breath into a burning chest. ❝ I don’t need you too, not for this ! ❞ body shoves past him, hands grabbing jacket && her keys to the apartment. leather is slipped onto shoulders, pietra swinging open the door it’s a wonder she didn’t break it. ❝ I’m going out, don’t wait up ! while I’m gone , why don’t you think && learn not to shove your nose into everything ! ❞ && she’s down the stairs.
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@godbarks ASKED, ❝ 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅? ❞ ( 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂 )
𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 multiple times. pietra can’t remember the last time she thought of herself in being assured of who she is. was she meant to be or a mistake? does she hurt her mother by existing or is she want wanda needs to keep going? is she worthy of loving peter or does he deserve more? questions that have a way of seeping into her brain late at night when she’s 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 in the dark && quiet. pietra doesn’t voice them often because she’s afraid of burdening the people who, she knows, would be there for her regardless ! ; it’s hard being unsure of who you are or where you fit in the universe. ❝ all the time, ❞ is her answer, eyes glancing outward 𝙱𝙴𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙳 anything specific. hands have stuffed themselves into pockets to avoid playing absently with them out of uncomfort, anxiety. ❝ i often wonder if i’m a mistake, a burden . . a villain or a hero. ❞ she can’t decide, but wishes she could. it simmers inside often threatening to explode before anything can be done⸺a loaded gun, a threat hayward would’ve branded her with like they did wanda. ( they would’ve strapped a collar around her throat, locked her away, tested on her. a lab experiment. ) ❝ it makes me feel like i’m going insane. ❞ sokovian accent thickens for a moment. ❝ it’s . . exhausting. ❞
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@ofdarkhold ASKED, ❝ 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏…𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑. ❞ 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂
𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 inflicted upon her feels as real, as searing, as if it were happening to original. the blood stands her hands, the cloths her double had been wearing when she took control, as mothers slightly panicked words hit young woman’s ears. around them lay ripped apart ultron bots, their inward fluids splashed against peitra’s cheek && in her hair⸺eyes, a solid color of blue in comparison to two toned, glance down toward wound with furrowed brow. body attempts to move, but the movement causes 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹 pain && blood to leak on to the floor. ; pietra makes a sound of effort, ❝ it hurts . . it hurts, mama ! ❞ is all she can say in defeat while body remains on the ground. head turns toward the containment room where their strange && america had last been seen. ( they’re getting away ! away when they need america to go to the boys. they can’t lose them, pietra’s slowing them down ! ) hands reach out to take hold of her mothers, eyes peering upward at her: ❝ go ! ❞ she urges, ❝ i’m slowing you down like this. i can’t- . . i can’t get up, i can’t fight, not right now. you’re 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 her, mama. ❞ hands try to push wanda in the other direction, voice almost pleading ❝ i’ll be-i’ll be fine ! go, i’ll catch up ! ❞
#ofdarkhold#muse: pietra maximoff#i'm UPSET#but wanda/pietra fuckin up the illuminati 💅#from another universe#blood //#blood tw#injury //#injury tw
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@unbelovd ASKED, ❛ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 . ❜ ( 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 -> 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂 )
𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓, 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑. the pair of them sit on a blanket with a basket of food just to the right of them, peter’s camera placed just beside the basket, && in her hand pietra holds a ice cream cone that’s steadily melting in the heat. sunshine down showing the specks of gold in her green hue eye, shows off the vibrant color of her summertime dress worn that day. normal days like this, dates nonetheless, seemed to be something of a 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 these days with defending to do, with other things getting in the way ! being somewhat of a hero herself, with her mother && father having been one, pietra understands peter’s fierce, solid commitment to it && tries her best, most times than not, to not be upset if he misses dates or is late to things. being a hero isn’t easy. ; ❝ how else am i suppose to talk about you ?! ❞ asks pietra with a widening smile on her tinted rose lips. dimples settle into her cheeks, a breeze ruffles down hair. scooting closer, another lick of ice cream is taken, pietra leans forward until their noses nearly touch one another. ❝ you are . . completely romantic, baby. i mean it. ❞ she’ll say, leaning in to press a quick peck to his lips. pulling away, mind thinking better of it, pietra kisses peter again in a kiss to 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 a little longer. ❝ who else would’ve brought me on a date like this, bought me ice cream ? ❞
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@c0bwebs ASKED, ❛ 𝟎𝟓 . 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 . ( -> 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕-𝑴𝒐𝑴!𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂 )
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. her mother had been a loss that brain was unable to properly process, to realize, or to even accept. pietra knew wanda was gone, she couldn’t feel her anymore, but she refused to talk about it. refused to consider that it was real, set in stone much like the scarlet witch prophecy had been. the last link to her family, to who she was && where she’d come from, had been taken from her because of one decision. piretra often asks if her mother had to die to make it right, to fulfill this sense of 𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃, when she could’ve stood beside them on the other side of the portal, safety, && destroyed it⸺the more pietra thinks of it the more she wonders, the more she feels a sense of abandon. it was wanda’s choice, she knew, but why did it feel like wanda had considered what it might have done to her daughter to lose her after having suffered in such a short time. ( billy && tommy might not be here in this universe, but she is. she’s still here && she feels 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽, heartbroken, truly alone for the first time in her life. apart of pietra, in the midst of the depression she’d fallen into after returning to new york, contemplates if she was ever meant to be happy . . ) ; ears hear the door to her bedroom open, back in the avengers tower with no home, && the sliver of light breaking apart darkness. the only noise filling her room being the sound of old sitcoms on the tv. body doesn’t move from under covers, but eyes only open after the light beside her bed is switched on. eyes squint against light while eyes lift to catch sight of : ❝ peter . . ❞ perhaps the only person who brings her some semblance of 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕. he sits, wordlessly he leans down to press a kiss to her lips, a forgiving one? she hopes. does she deserve that?, which is surprising. pietra returns it, but hesitantly. ❝ why do you do that ? ❞ asked with arched brow, ❝ i- . . i don’t think i deserve it. after what happened. how can you . . still love me, want to be with me ? ❞ genuinely she’s curious.
#c0bwebs#muse: pietra maximoff#dsmom spoilers#dsmom spoilers //#depression mention //#depression mention tw#death mention //#death mention tw#*sobs into my hands* im nOT okay#this was suppose to be a kiss but it is with a mack truck of pain#long post //
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𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 && 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎���𝐄. the look on her face, the feeling that’s pushed inside of daughters chest that had come from her mother, let pietra know without words what wanda intended to do. she was going to destroy the darkhold, the castle, so that no one could be tempted by it again. but, what about her? if she did that then . . . a step is taken forward away from peter who’s hand lingers against her arm as if ready to take hold of her if he needed too. head gives a shake, eyes widened with 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 && with tears that bud quickly. ❝ no, mama , i’m not leaving you. not again, not ever. ❞ ; wanda tries to reason with her, to get her to understand, but pietra shakes her head fervently against it. ❝ no! i’m not- . . ❞ before pietra can continue, she feels herself being picked up only to notice that wanda had risen her hand using magic to grab hold. quickly, while rushing the others through the portal, peitra is pushed backward until she lands on her back on the other side of the portal. a split second given to gather herself, the rumbling of crumbling stone, && as she gets back up with hand reaching out the portal is 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 ! hand reaches out as if she’s going to jump back through, the castle crashing down around wanda. pietra begins to cry out, ❝ mama, no! no, no ! ❞ young woman falls into her knees, palms against the floor with eyes looking toward where open portal had been. tears stream down her cheeks. / @c0bwebs
#c0bwebs#muse: pietra maximoff#IM SO UPSET ROWAN#mom spoilers#mom spoilers //#dsmom spoilers#dsmom spoilers //
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