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thescarletwitchsapprentice · 7 months

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Love Bites (But you don’t mind) (Yandere!Vampire!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Vampire Queen!Scarlet Witch x willing!lesbian!simp!female!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: Most people would probably find spending eternity with a vampire-superwitch to be frightening.

But here’s the thing? You’re not most people. And she is gorgeous.

(CW: Blood, (I mean, it’s a vampire fic so that’s kind of a given) blood-sucking, idk what else, reader being a simp I guess. )

Author’s Note: I’m back, I’m gay, and you simps wanted this and more. Honestly if this keeps up, I might as well make it its own series/category.

Reader is 18+.

The vampire queen stands over your unconscious body; she hasn’t taken blood yet, but she’s taken a liking to you. Her dark hair flows in the wind that blows throughout her castle.

“Such a sweet little thing,” she sighs as she sits on the edge of the bed next to you. “Fate has finally brought us together, and I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

She brushes a soft hand over your cheek, and you begin to stir. Her heart skips a beat as your eyes flutter open. Wait, this isn’t your bedroom.

“What the...?” you groan. “Where the hell am I?”

“Your new home.”

You look to see probably the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Your sweet little lesbian heart is pounding as your eyes widen, and it’s not just to let in more light.

“My...huh?”

Wanda smiles as she cups your cheek.

“When I first saw you....you took over my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to have you to myself. Don’t even think about running away. I know the ins and outs of this castle--”

“Wait, wait wait wait.....” You’re confused. “You actually think I want to escape?”

Now she’s the confused one.

“Well....yes. That’s how most people act around a vampire queen superwitch.”

That makes you pause.

“Wait, you’re a vampire queen and a superwitch and you’re gorgeous as hell? Damn, now I never wanna leave!”

She’s at a loss for words as you hug onto her.

“Mommy....” you sigh excitedly. “Oh mommy......please bite me. Take all the blood you want. Fuck it, drain me dry!”

“....Wha...what?”

You tilt your head to one side and point to your exposed neck.

“Right here, my neck and my blood are all yours.”

“...Is this.....is this a joke?”

“Mommy, I would never joke about you taking my blood. Oh wait! Should I eat or drink something to make it sweeter? Do you like fruity blood? I’ve got plenty.”

Wanda laughs in a mixture of shock, endearment, awe.

“Sweet little (y/n), are you serious about not leaving me?”

“Deadass.” There’s no hesitation from you. “You could drain me dry and my last words would be ‘thank you, my queen.’“

Wanda’s face flushes scarlet.

“You....really want me to drink your blood?”

“Please?” There’s a begging tone on your voice. “My neck is ready!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please!”

Wanda has to take a moment to recover.

“Do you want me to hypnotize you so you don’t feel the pain?”

“No, please. Just....I wanna feel it.”

That’s....unexpected. But she’s not gonna complain.

“Alright then.” Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper, running a chill down your spine as she gently places her hands on your shoulders. What a sweet, delicate thing you are. Despite you wanting to feel it, she still wants to be gentle. Her fangs grow in and she decides on a halfway point of plunging her fangs right in and slowly biting in.

You feel the fangs in your neck as she begins to take your blood.

“You have such delicious and sweet blood.” Wanda’s voice purrs in your mind in a low whisper. “The best I’ve ever had; such a delectable blend of fruit. It’s addicting.”

“Take all you wish,” you sigh happily.

“Oh, sweet girl; I don’t wish to drain you dry, though. I want you as my precious princess; I can’t have you that way if you’re dead, and I can’t drink your blood if you’re a vampire....perhaps I could make you an immortal human.”

Your eyes light up at this idea.

“Yes, yes, please! I wanna spend eternity with you, mommy!”

“Very well....once I finish drinking this delightful blood of yours, I shall make you immortal, my precious (y/n).”

You begin to feel giddy, and you’re not sure if it’s from joy or lightheadedness, but you’re fine with either. Once she removes her fangs, she notices that you look a little pale.

“Oh dear,” she sighs. “It would seem I took too much. Shall we rest together?”

With a sweet, lovestruck smile on your face, you nod, making Wanda giggle.

“What an adorable princess you are.” She conjures up some first-aid supplies and cleans up the bite marks to avoid infection before giving you a large glass of water, helping you drink it before laying you down on the bed. She lays next you, pure love in her eyes.

“I can’t wait to spend eternity with you, sweet (y/n).”

She brings you close, causing you to snuggle up with her. Are you never gonna get to see the outside world again? Probably not. But hey, you have a loving vampire queen/superwitch girlfriend, so the way you see it....

Eternity just got a million times better.

#yandere wanda maximoff #yandere scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #Scarlet Witch #here you are lesbian simps #vampire scarlet witch #vampire wanda maximoff #avengers #yandere avengers

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tempobaekh · 6 months

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Between Realms

Pairings: Ga Motak x Scarlet Witch!reader

Warnings: angst, tiny bit fluff maybe?? idk? I think my shitty story writing should be a warning as well

A/N: I’m having a Motak brainstorm right now. Like the amount of ideas I have to merge marvel and tuc bc why tf not? So this is fic number one of my idea and I have another one in the works. I kind of hate this one but also like it idk this gotta be my worst work. Also an idea from my babe @slytherinshua made me come up with this<3

The Counters' new place buzzed with activity as they analyzed, in their eyes, a new threat that had emerged.

Y/N, considered an evil spirit, had become an enigma even they couldn't comprehend.

Possessing abilities beyond their comprehension of just how strong she was, she was a force to be reckoned with.

But she wasn't using her immense abilities to harm others; she had become an anti-hero, despite having powers that can cause utter destruction, she chose to use them to protect those around her.

You see she was an innocent victim that was unfortunate enough to be targeted as the host to the evil spirit.

When Y/N was conducting study in a lonely library that not many people visited, that is how she got into this strange situation.

This library contained a strange collection of mystical artifacts, scrolls, and books, many of which had been untouched buried deep inside the library.

In her quest for knowledge and understanding of the mystical arts, Y/N stumbled upon a seemingly harmless amulet. This amulet was decorated in complex runes and symbols from several spiritual traditions, exquisitely covered. Unknown to Y/N, the amulet was more than just an artifact; it was a prison.

The amulet had been crafted centuries ago by a powerful sorcerer who sought to imprison an evil spirit of chaos and destruction, a spirit even Yung wasn’t aware of.

The evil spirit was known for its ability to corrupt and consume the souls of those it possessed, granting them immense power in exchange for their humanity.

Y/N, driven by her insatiable curiosity and the desire to harness the amulet's hidden potential, decided to wear it. In doing so, she unknowingly triggered the amulet's ancient enchantment. The evil spirit, dormant for ages, sensed a new host and seized the opportunity, merging its essence with Y/N's consciousness.

The fusion was not without its struggles. Y/N fought to maintain control over her own mind and body, while the evil spirit sought to dominate her.

It was during this internal struggle that Y/N's powers began to manifest, Y/N's powers allowed her to manipulate and harness a mysterious energy source that appeared as scarlet-colored manifestations when she wielded her abilities.

This scarlet energy was a visual representation of her power and became closely associated with her.

Which earned her the name Scarlet Witch.

The Scarlet Witch attire is a manifestation of her powers and her connection to the evil spirit within the amulet. It's a distinctive outfit that combines elements of traditional mysticism with a touch of modernity.

Her attire doesn't materialize automatically. She can summon it at will when she chooses to engage in combat or tap into her Scarlet Witch powers.

This allows her to blend in with regular clothing when she doesn't want to draw attention to her abilities.

The attire consists of a flowing crimson robe adorned with arcane symbols, it also includes a headpiece with a red gem that helps channel and focus her powers.

While wearing the Scarlet Witch attire, Y/N's powers are enhanced and more focused. It allows her to harness the full extent of her reality-warping abilities, manipulating the environment and creating illusions or defensive barriers as needed.

Y/N can control when the attire appears and disappears, giving her flexibility in choosing when to use her powers discreetly or to engage in battles against the Counters or other threats.

The attire serves as a symbol of her unique situation, a reminder of the evil spirit within her, and her ongoing struggle to keep it in check. It's a visual representation of the duality within her, embodying both her heroic and potentially destructive capabilities.

As she grappled with this newfound power, Y/N realized that she could control the evil spirit within her to some extent.

She used her abilities to keep it in check, preventing it from causing harm to others, or taking control over her and using her as an extension to do its evil deeds.

However, she also understood the danger she posed, should the malevolent spirit gain the upper hand.

So she started to distance herself from everything, from the world.

Y/N's life took an unexpected turn from that moment onward. She became a reluctant anti-hero, determined to protect both herself and those around her from the evil spirit's influence, even though her using the powers was seen as evil.

This intricate dance between good and evil formed the foundation of her struggle in keeping everything at bay, despite being physically and mentally tormented by the evil spirit within her.

Y/N's first encounter with the Counters was entirely unexpected. She had been living a relatively solitary life after merging with the evil spirit and gaining her Scarlet Witch powers.

Her primary focus was on controlling the evil entity within her and using her abilities for personal defense rather than offense.

One fateful evening, as she was attempting to contain the evil spirit's influence in a deserted part of the city, her powers inadvertently drew the attention of the Counters, as she unknowingly stepped in their territory.

The Counters, always vigilant for signs of supernatural disturbances, sensed a powerful and unusual energy source in the vicinity.

They were going in this mission blind, not knowing the full extent of powers Y/N had as she was so powerful that Hana couldn’t even tell which level evil spirit this was.

As Y/N struggled to maintain control over the malevolent spirit, her powers caused a rift in the fabric of reality, which the Counters detected. They rushed to the scene, expecting to confront a malevolent spirit wreaking havoc.

Hana, being the vigilant and pragmatic member of the Counters, initially believed that Y/N was just another evil spirit posing a potential threat to innocent people.

She saw Y/N's powers as a potential risk to the balance between the realms, and her skepticism made her determined to follow the standard protocol.

During the initial confrontation with the Counters, Y/N found herself overwhelmed and facing a team of skilled individuals who were determined to subdue what they believed to be a evil spirit.

She had the power to defend herself, but her moral compass guided her to avoid causing harm.

As the Counters closed in on her, their combined abilities proved too much for her to handle without revealing her full potential.

She decided to surrender peacefully, knowing that it would be the quickest way to show them that she wasn't a threat, and that she just craved help, she wanted to separate herself from the torture that was the evil spirit.

Once captured, Y/N was taken to a specially prepared containment chamber within the Counters' headquarters. The chamber was designed to neutralize supernatural entities and prevent them from using their powers to escape or cause harm.

The chamber was a dimly lit, translucent enclosure with intricate protective runes etched into the walls and floor, personally made by the people in Yung. The runes acted as a barrier, preventing Y/N from using her powers to manipulate the environment or escape.

The room had a cold, sterile feel to it, amplifying her sense of isolation and confinement.

When the Counters confronted Y/N during that initial encounter, she was faced with a difficult decision. Her life since merging with the evil spirit, against her will, had been one of isolation and struggle.

Controlling the evil entity within her had taken a toll on her both physically and mentally. She had experienced moments of chaos and danger as she tried to grapple with her newfound powers.

Before merging with the evil spirit, Y/N had led a relatively normal life. However, the traumatic experience of the evil spirit's possession had left her scarred. She had seen the damage it could do, not only to others but also to her own sense of self. The spirit's relentless attempts to take control had caused her unimaginable pain and suffering.

Y/N had made a vow never to harm innocent people, driven by a deep-seated fear of becoming the monster she had seen within the evil spirit. Her powers were both a blessing and a curse, and she carried the weight of that burden every day.

Y/N's emotions during her containment were complex and conflicted. She felt a mix of fear, frustration, and a deep sense of injustice. She knew that her intentions were not malicious, and she had hoped to live a quiet life, free from the evil spirit's influence.

However, being confined and treated as a threat by the Counters stirred feelings of anger and helplessness. She also felt a sense of isolation, as she couldn't fully explain her situation to anyone without risking further misunderstanding.

It was during her capture by the Counters that Y/N's connection with Motak began to form. Motak, who often kind of acted like the leader of the Counters, was known for his calm and compassionate demeanor, even in the face of supernatural threats.

He was the first among the Counters to sense that Y/N was not the typical evil spirit they had encountered.

As Y/N was contained within the Counters' headquarters, Motak spent time observing her.

He sensed her inner turmoil, her struggle to control the evil spirit, and her genuine desire not to harm others. Something about her vulnerability and the conflict within her resonated with him on a profound level.

Over time, Y/N began to open up to Motak. She shared the story of how she had come into contact with the evil spirit and the traumatic experiences she had endured since. Motak, in turn, shared stories of the Counters' mission and the moral dilemmas they faced.

Their conversations deepened their understanding of each other, and an unspoken connection formed between them.

Motak was drawn to Y/N's strength and resilience in the face of adversity, as well as her determination to use her powers for good, and he could not deny that Y/N was utterly beautiful, a sight for sore eyes.

Y/N, on the other hand, found in Motak a kindred spirit, someone who saw the potential for good within her despite the darkness that loomed.

His unwavering belief in her goodness and his compassion touched her heart in a way she had not expected.

Ga Motak was conflicted. He stood by the glass doors, peering into the room where Y/N was contained. Her powers radiated like a cosmic storm, but she held them in check.

She was not the menace they had expected.

In the midst of the chaos, Hana, the fierce and determined member of the team, was resolute about their mission. She argued vehemently, "We can't let this continue, Motak! Y/N is dangerous, just like any other evil spirit. We must summon it and put an end to this!"

Motak remained silent, his eyes fixed on Y/N. He couldn't bring himself to treat her like a typical evil spirit. Something about her drew him in, an unexplainable connection that transcended their roles.

Y/N, once she had established a degree of trust with the Counters, thanks to Motak being a big help, attempted to explain her unique predicament.

She told them about how she had unwittingly merged with the evil spirit through the ancient amulet. She described the trauma and pain she had endured in controlling the spirit's influence and how she had developed her powers as a result.

However, even with her heartfelt explanations, there remained a degree of skepticism among some of the Counters, particularly Hana.

She was still wary of Y/N's powers and the potential threat they posed.

The Counters knew that to fully address the situation, they needed to deal with the evil spirit trapped within Y/N.

So they formed a plan.

Their plan involved summoning the spirit and finding a way to separate it from her without causing harm.

Y/N, having a deeper understanding of the evil spirit's nature, offered her assistance in this process.

She believed that she could use her powers to create a controlled environment, a kind of pocket dimension where the spirit could be safely contained during the separation and summoned back to Yung.

Y/N's powers were intertwined with the evil spirit due to the amulet's fusion. The Counters recognized that her abilities could be a valuable asset in their mission to protect the balance between realms.

Therefore, the plan was not to completely strip her of these powers but to separate them from the malevolent spirit.

To achieve this separation, the Counters devised a plan to use a combination of their supernatural abilities and Y/N's powers.

They would create a ritual that temporarily weakened the connection between the amulet and the evil spirit, allowing Y/N to use her reality-warping abilities to draw the spirit out.

Once the evil spirit was drawn out and contained in the pocket dimension Y/N had prepared, the Counters would focus on separating it from the amulet. This was a delicate and dangerous process, but Y/N's control over the spirit gave them the best chance of success.

The ultimate goal was to leave Y/N with her powers intact but free from the evil spirit's influence.

It was a complex and risky plan, but Y/N and the Counters believed it was the only way to ensure that she could use her unique abilities for good without harming anyone or being consumed by darkness.

Later, the night before the dangerous ritual, as the headquarters grew quiet, Motak found himself alone with Y/N.

She was still in the translucent barrier, her eyes reflecting both power, and vulnerability but also showing fear for what was about to happen.

"Y/N," Motak spoke softly, "You are going to be okay, we can do this" he tried reassuring her in his deep voice, almost sounding like he was telling himself that.

She met his gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "Motak, there's a reason I control the spirit within me. I don't want to hurt anyone. I've seen what absolute power can do, and I refuse to become a monster. I want to be free.”

He stepped closer to the barrier, his hand reaching out, longing to touch her. "We can do this, I will free you from this shitty spirit.” he paused letting out a small chuckle as Y/N also let out a watery laugh. “This plan must work, we can do it together."

Y/N's eyes softened, and she nodded. "We can rewrite our own destinies, Motak, but we must be careful. The line between good and evil is thin, and we walk it every day."

As the ritual to separate the evil spirit from Y/N's amulet reached its climax, the room filled with an otherworldly energy. Y/N's Scarlet Witch attire shimmered, and her powers surged to their peak.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she concentrated, aided by the collective strength of the Counters.

In the center of the room, a swirling vortex of crimson energy emerged, drawing the evil spirit out of Y/N's body.

The spirit fought and resisted, but Y/N's unyielding determination, combined with the Counters' supernatural prowess, proved stronger. With a final surge of power, the spirit was captured within the pocket dimension Y/N had created.

A collective sigh of relief filled the room as the evil spirit was successfully separated from Y/N.

She collapsed to her knees, drained from the intense effort, but her powers remained intact, her amulet now free of the evil influence.

“Y/N!” Motak rushed to her side, offering his support as she regained her strength, cradling her delicately to his chest.

He pressed light kisses to her forehead, whispering praises with his lips pressed to her skin.

The other Counters observed in awe, realizing that Y/N's abilities could be a valuable asset in their mission to protect the balance between realms.

Hana, who had been the most skeptical of Y/N, watched the proceedings with a newfound respect. She understood that Y/N's intentions were pure, and her powers could be a force for good.

With the evil spirit contained and neutralized in the pocket dimension, the Counters turned their attention to sending the evil spirit back to the darkest depths of Yung where it belonged.

While Y/N, for the first time in what felt like a long time, felt free, relaxed, and safe in the arms of the man she fell deeply for.

The man that vows to protect her and love her no matter what.

In the days that followed, Y/N and Motak's connection deepened further.

They had faced the darkness within and emerged stronger together. Their forbidden love had defied all odds, just as Y/N had defied the evil spirit's attempts to consume her.

As they looked toward an uncertain future, Y/N, Motak, and the Counters had rewritten their destinies.

They were no longer just hunters of evil spirits; they were protectors of the balance between worlds, guided by the belief that even in the darkest of circumstances, love and understanding could prevail.

And so, in the quiet moments between battling supernatural threats, Y/N and Motak found solace in each other's arms, knowing that their love was as powerful as the abilities that had brought them together—a love that could conquer any challenge that lay ahead.

Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback is appreciated.

#kdrama #the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter season 2 #the uncanny counter x reader #the uncanny counter: counter punch #kdramaimagines #kdramaimagine #kdramascenario #kdrama scenarios #ga motak #ga mo tak #ga motak x reader #ga mo tak x reader #so mun x reader

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wandashousewife · 4 months

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The Saving Grace (Chapter Two)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — In the town of Westview, Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff, navigates the challenges of her busy life—juggling work as a therapist, parenting her twin boys, and managing daily stress. Her kind neighbor, you, has consistently provided support, offering coffee, desserts, and a sympathetic ear. Today, after an emotionally draining session, Wanda seeks solace and decides to reach out to you for the first time, hoping to share her burdens.

Warnings — angst, depressed wanda, divorce

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Wanda kept pushing the doorbell every second, her anticipation growing with each ring. She anxiously tapped her foot, the sound becoming a rhythmic drumming that echoed her impatience as she waited for you to answer the door. Glancing at your car parked outside was her only reassurance amid the lingering uncertainty.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you opened the door. Wanda couldn't help but assess your appearance – a blend of grunge and skater vibes. The Nirvana t-shirt with the iconic smiley face and torn pants gave you a teenage skater aesthetic, seemingly straight out of Hot Topic. Despite the unconventional attire, you managed to look presentable.

"Sorry to be a bother, Y/N, but may I come in?" Wanda finally spoke, her gaze shifting from your outfit to your face, wondering if you'd turn her away with indifference.

You nodded, allowing her entry into your space. As she stepped inside, Wanda observed the details of your home, noting the clean and organized kitchen that contradicted the disheveled exterior. Intrigued, she pondered whether this glimpse offered any insight into your true self.

Leading her to the couch, Wanda noticed Agatha's pampered rabbit lounging like royalty. The fluffy fur exuded cuteness, though Wanda recalled its propensity for biting, a memory from a previous playdate with Tommy at Agatha's. “You babysit for Agatha as well?" Wanda inquired, her attention still fixated on the bunny.

"Yeah, apparently Ralph doesn't like him. Thinks he's taking all of her affection away, so I usually babysit for the weekends," you replied, sharing a glimpse into your life that brought a soft smile to Wanda's face.

Exiting to the kitchen, you realized the oversight of not having dinner prepared, courtesy of the distracting rabbit. "I'm not sure I'm ready for a full dinner yet. How about a coffee?" you suggested, reaching for two mugs, setting the stage for a more relaxed and casual interaction.

After finishing the coffee, you returned to the living room, setting down the mugs as the steam rose, almost blinding in its intensity. "So, what did you need to talk about?" you inquired, braving a sip from the still-hot coffee.

Wanda took a moment, her gaze momentarily distant. "Well, you know how I'm a therapist? There was this one girl whose parents are going through a messy divorce process, and she feels like it's the end of the world," she explained, taking a breath. "That's basically where I'm at right now. After Vision left, it all kinda went downhill..." The weight of her words lingered in the air.

You listened intently, understanding the gravity of Wanda's words as she shared the challenges of her role as a therapist and the personal toll it had taken. The air in the room seemed to carry the weight of unspoken emotions.

Wanda continued, her voice reflecting a mix of professional concern and personal vulnerability. "It's just tough, you know? Dealing with others' pain while carrying your own. After Vision left, everything felt like it was slipping away. The foundation I thought I had crumbled, and now, I'm left trying to help others rebuild when I'm not sure how to rebuild myself."

Silence hung in the room for a moment as Wanda collected her thoughts. You could sense the struggle beneath her composed exterior, the conflict between the roles she played – therapist and someone navigating her own storm.

"Sometimes, it feels like I'm drowning in this sea of emotions, and I don't know how to stay afloat. I thought maybe talking to someone, like you, might help. Even therapists need a listening ear, right?" Wanda's eyes met yours, seeking understanding and perhaps a shared connection amid the complexities of life.

You nodded in understanding, recognizing the vulnerability that Wanda had just laid bare. "Absolutely, Wanda. Even therapists need a safe space to unravel their thoughts and feelings," you reassured, offering a supportive gaze.

As she continued to share the intricacies of her struggles, you found a shared connection in the universal experience of grappling with personal storms. "Life has a way of throwing curveballs, doesn't it?" you reflected, the warmth of empathy evident in your words. "It's okay not to have all the answers, and it's okay to seek support. We're all navigating through the chaos in our own ways."

Wanda, seemingly relieved by the understanding, managed a small smile. "Thank you for being that listening ear. It means more than you know."

The conversation shifted into a delicate dance of shared experiences, the coffee now a comforting companion in the midst of a heart-to-heart.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #my fic #elizabeth olsen

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burn-throughout-eternity · 10 months

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What your favourite Pale ship says about you

Avery/Nora: You are a firm believer in canon ships and are a lesbian.

Verona/Anselm: You are heterosexual.

Verona/Jeremy: You are extremely heterosexual.

Lucy/Wallace: You just want good things for Lucy. And really, who wouldn’t?

Anthem/Grayson Hennigar: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of constructing intricate rituals that allow you to touch the skin of other men.

Bitter St. Witch/Nicolette: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of age gaps.

The Carmine Beast/The Carmine Doe: You are into vore.

Verona/McCauleigh: Your ideal relationship dynamic is friends with benefits.

Avery/Liberty/Nora: You don’t understand why people argue over rival ships when they could all date each other.

Avery/Liberty/Nora/Fernanda/Raquel/Pamela: When Verona said Avery should have five girlfriends you instantly agreed.

Verona/Mal/Oakham/McCauleigh/Tashlit/Lucy: When Verona said Avery should have five girlfriends you instantly thought that actually Verona should have five girlfriends.

Anthem/Jasmine: You just want good things for Jasmine. And really, who wouldn’t?

Lucy/Tymon: You have a thing for bad boys.

John/Grandfather: You have a daddy kink.

Alexander/America: You have a daddy kink (heterosexual edition).

Avery/Lucy/Verona: You have crushes on all of your close friends or you are polyamorous.

Lucy/Verona: You firmly disagree that Wildbow has finally figured out how to write convincingly heterosexual women.

Matthew/John: You have gotten into arguments in several different fandoms about how you don’t just ship any two white guys.

Tashlit’s dad/Tashlit‘s mother: You are a monster fucker.

Marie Durocher/anyone: You want Durocher to step on you.

Ann Wint/Deb Cloutier: You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of arguing PTA moms.

Avery/Jeannie: You love watching drama and probably love causing it too.

Avery/Raquel: You have a twenty page essay saved about Raquel and compulsory heterosexuality in case anyone ever asks you why you ship this.

Blake/Green Eyes: You are a lost Pact fan.

Ulysse/Eloise: You are a Pact fan making an effort to blend in.

Toadswallow/Bubbleyum: Your favourite Wildbow serial is Poke.

Charles/Maricica: Your favourite Wildbow serial is Worm and you unironically believe Taylor did nothing wrong.

Clementine/Cory: You just want good things for Clem. And really, who wouldn’t?

Avery/Olivia: Your favourite romance trope is reunited childhood friends.

Alexander/Scarlet (the hangmaiden): You are either a monsterfucker or just want Alexander to die painfully.

Nibble/Chloe/Faith: You read Wildbow for the cute cannibal girls.

Avery/Liberty: You’re just happy that Wildbow didn’t reveal Liberty was straight after all that subtext.

#pale #wildbow #what your favorite ship says about you #with apologies to doubleca5t

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immortalarizona · 9 months

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“This is chaos magic, Wanda. And that makes you the Scarlet Witch.”

— Agatha Harkness

a sketch showcasing my Wanda design!! credit to @adorkastock for the pose reference used :)

below the cut is a full breakdown of my design, including its evolution, my thought process, and other unposted drawings relating to this project, so read on if you’re interested!!

okay, so real talk, I first decided I wanted to make my own Wanda design because I Could Not be bothered to keep looking up refs for whatever tf is going on with her mcu costume bodice. I mean, look at this:

I mean, maybe it looks okay onscreen, but there’s so many fiddly little details, especially around the collar, and it was just a pain to draw whenever I would draw my Wanda. and okay I’ll be real I also wanted to distance my Wanda from the whitewashed Wendy version of her, because I Do What I Want. and also, the dullness of the reds did not spark joy within my heart. she’s the Scarlet Witch, people, not the Vaguely Maroon Witch!!

and I fell in love with the Kevin Wada design when I first saw it. it’s gorgeous, it’s sleek, it’s witchy, and it’s significantly less frustrating to draw!!

so for a while, I drew my Wanda in a variation of this fit, blended with some of my own touches (a high ponytail + an occasional choker) and a few of the things I did like from her mcu fit (the crown + the half skirt thingamabob + the long cape). but I was still feeling :/ about it, mainly because while the off-the-shoulder design looks lovely, I found it tricky to draw whenever Wanda would raise her hands above her head. exhibit a below:

behold, the sketch for an old drawing I never finished!! and I know artists smarter than me have figured out How The Sleeves, because some comics even today still use this design, but I only have so many brain cells to spend, and I felt like simplifying things for myself even further.

that was when Russell Dauterman’s design for the 2022 Hellfire Gala dropped. and I went FERAL.

it’s gorgeous!! it’s stunning!! high collars my beloved!! so I took the collar design and ran with it for my own design.

behold, a janky rendition of my costume design in the crappy colored pencils provided to us during my fashion design class!! I know, I know, the coloring looks atrocious, but I was working with what I had. now, you may have already noticed some elements not present in any of the designs I cited as my influences. let’s talk about those!!

the sleeves are split from the main bodice as gloves: this was for my own sanity, haha. it was a construction my smol lizard brain could comprehend and work with much better than Whatever is going on with the comics designs.

the red portion of the gloves tapers in kind of a V design rather than cutting off at the fingers: personally, I felt like this accentuated the elegant flow of all the hand gestures Wanda makes when using her powers better than the classic fingerless design, or whatever thumb strap thingy was going on with her MoM costume.

where’d the design for her cloak clasp come from?: now we all know that tumblr’s pixel budget is next to nil, but if you zoom in, you’ll notice that the clasp of Wanda’s cloak is not her M crown design, but rather a golden kinda coffin-shaped thingy. see, I saw this one theory that this hex shape in Wanda’s mcu bodice was an homage to Vision and the Mind Stone, and I liked that theory, so I referenced it with a hex-shaped clasp.

and the runes on her bodice and skirt?: I actually referenced the Enochian font for those!! according to wikipedia, it’s said to be the language of angels, which feels appropriate for a character as tied to cosmic powers as Wanda. also, real talk, it just looks cool. the script on her bodice originally said “not born, forged,” in reference to the Darkhold’s Scarlet Witch prophecy, but it’s become truncated as the bodice has become shorter to accommodate a more high-waisted structure, which I personally believe to be more flattering in general. I added the runes pretty late in the design process to her skirt to tie the whole fit together visually. from an in-universe perspective, I like to think of the writing as Chthon visually marking Wanda as his creation. his witch.

why does Wanda have a high ponytail when she’s never had one in her most recognizable incarnations?: because a) I do what I want, and b) Alba Flores looks STUNNING in a high ponytail.

and let it never be said that I am not fruity as all heck about Wanda Maximoff <3

so there you have it, a Wanda design that I think is as beautiful, regal, and magical as she is, not to mention one that I can draw repeatedly without having to immediately reach for my phone to Yet Again look up references for how the heck the bodice works.

(and really, it only seemed fitting that the Scarlet Witch of Earth-19384 should receive her own unique design.)

#ari does art #long post #mcu #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #alba flores as wanda maximoff #costume design #earth-19384 #marvel #artists on tumblr

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chokememaximoff · 8 months

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Riding Hearts: A Biker's Love Story I

Wanda Maximoff x Reader series

Abstract:Wanda infiltrates a dangerous biker gang to uncover secrets of super weapons. Amidst the chaos, her bond with Y/N evolves, leading to passion, sacrifice, and a love story that defies the odds.

TW:Violence,Death,Blood,Gore,Trauma,Manipulation,Language,Substance,Sexuality,Danger,Criminality

Y/N Y/L/N's leather-clad fingers tightened around the handlebars of her roaring motorcycle as she sped down the darkened highway. Wind whistled past, carrying with it the scent of freedom and rebellion. She had been part of the Wolfpack biker gang for as long as she could remember, a family forged in the crucible of danger and loyalty.

Her mind wandered back to the day that had changed her life forever. She had been a young girl then, innocent and vulnerable, when a predator had cornered her in an alley. Just as fear had threatened to paralyze her, a group of leather-clad bikers had stormed in like avenging angels. They had fought off her assailant and taken her under their wing.

Now, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with, her name whispered with a mixture of awe and trepidation on the lips of anyone who dared cross her path. She had earned her place as the right hand of the Wolfpack's leader, a position that came with both respect and fear.

The night was alive with the rumble of engines as Y/N and the gang pulled into their makeshift headquarters – a rundown warehouse hidden on the outskirts of the city. Her heart quickened as she dismounted, the weight of her responsibilities settling on her shoulders.

As she strode through the warehouse, the other gang members parted like the Red Sea, clearing a path for their fierce leader. Y/N's piercing gaze scanned the faces of her companions, a mix of misfits and outlaws bound by loyalty and a shared thirst for adventure.

But tonight was different. Rumors had spread like wildfire that the notorious Avengers had set their sights on the Wolfpack. The Avengers were known for their uncanny abilities, a league of heroes who often walked the fine line between good and questionable tactics.

Word had it that they were after the gang's alleged connections to acquiring super weapons – weapons that could tip the balance of power. And so, with trepidation simmering beneath the surface, Y/N braced herself for the arrival of these so-called heroes.

As the gang settled into the warehouse's dimly lit interior, Y/N leaned against a stack of crates, her steely gaze fixed on the entrance. Moments later, the massive doors creaked open, and in walked a figure cloaked in shadows.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch herself, stood in their midst. Y/N's eyes narrowed, assessing the intruder with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. This was the woman who had come to infiltrate their ranks, to play the dangerous game of deception.

The tension in the air was palpable as Wanda's eyes met Y/N's, and for a fleeting moment, the two women sized each other up. Y/N's aura exuded power and danger, a stark contrast to the subtle intensity that radiated from Wanda.

As the gang murmured and exchanged glances, Y/N's lips curved into a sardonic smile. She knew the drill – a test to see if the newcomer had what it took to be part of the Wolfpack. And she was more than ready to see just how far this Scarlet Witch was willing to go.

Little did Y/N know that this encounter would set the wheels of fate into motion, weaving a tale of intrigue, danger, and a love that defied all odds.

The warehouse air crackled with anticipation, the eyes of the gang members fixed on Wanda Maximoff. Y/N Y/L/N leaned against the crates, her arms crossed, as she observed the Scarlet Witch with a mix of skepticism and intrigue. This was no ordinary newcomer – Wanda's aura held a unique blend of determination and hidden vulnerability.

Razor stepped forward, his biker vest adorned with intricate symbols that told the stories of his battles and triumphs. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise, sweetheart. We've heard you've got guts, but here in the Wolfpack, we don't just take anyone."

Y/N's lips curled into a half-smile as she unfolded her arms. "Razor's right. We're a family here, and family comes before anything else."

Razor nodded in agreement, his stern expression softening slightly. "So, Wanda, let's see what you're made of. You want in? You'll have to prove it."

The gang members moved in a little closer, their challenging stares fixed on Wanda. Razor motioned to a makeshift target at the far end of the warehouse. "You've got a shot at that target. Impress us."

Wanda's gaze remained steady as she focused her powers. Scarlet energy crackled around her fingertips, and with a sudden surge, she released a bolt of energy that streaked across the room and struck the target dead center.

The gang members exchanged glances, some of them nodding in approval. But the air remained tense, and Y/N's raised eyebrow conveyed her begrudging acknowledgment of Wanda's display of power.

Razor's lips curled into a smirk. "Not bad. But raw power won't always save your hide."

He signaled to the gang members, who produced a series of makeshift weapons – a knife, a chain, and a pair of brass knuckles. "Pick one."

Wanda hesitated only briefly before choosing the knife. She held it firmly in her hand, her stance determined as she braced herself for what came next.

As Razor signaled the start, gang members lunged at Wanda one by one, attacking with ferocity. Wanda's movements were swift, but the odds were against her. She managed to evade some blows, but others landed, leaving her with bruises and scrapes.

The gang members jeered and laughed, taunting her as she struggled to hold her ground. Y/N's gaze remained fixed, her expression unreadable as she watched the scene unfold.

Wanda fought valiantly, but eventually, she found herself pinned to the ground, a gang member's knee pressing into her back. The laughter echoed in her ears, and humiliation burned in her chest.

Razor's voice cut through the commotion. "That's enough."

The gang members stepped back, leaving Wanda on the ground, breathing heavily and disheveled. Her pride stung as she slowly pushed herself up.

Razor's gaze locked onto Wanda's. "You've got heart, but you'll need more than that to survive with us."

As the gang members dispersed, Y/N pushed off the crates and approached Wanda, her expression inscrutable. "Welcome to the Wolfpack," she said, her voice a mix of begrudging respect and something else.

Wanda nodded, a mixture of determination and humiliation in her gaze. As Y/N walked away, Wanda's jaw clenched, a silent promise forming in her mind – she would prove herself, no matter the cost.

As the echoes of laughter and the sting of humiliation lingered in the air, Wanda's path into the heart of the Wolfpack became more uncertain and challenging than she could have ever anticipated.

...

Weeks passed since Wanda's initiation into the Wolfpack, but the gang's skepticism hadn't faded. The dimly lit warehouse buzzed with anticipation as Wanda stood at the center of the room, a mixture of trepidation and determination in her eyes.

Razor's voice cut through the tension. "Time for your next trial, Wanda."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the gang as they gathered around, eager to see how the Scarlet Witch would fare. Y/N Y/L/N leaned against a pillar, her arms crossed, her gaze piercing as it fixed on Wanda.

A gang member stepped forward, holding a bucket filled with a thick, gooey substance. "For this trial, you've got to dig deep. Reach into this bucket and find a hidden object."

Wanda's brow furrowed as she glanced at the bucket, then back at the gang member. She hesitated for a moment before plunging her hand into the goo. Her fingers squelched into the mess, searching blindly.

The gang members exchanged knowing glances, smirks playing on their lips as they watched Wanda's struggle. Y/N's gaze remained steady, unmoving, her expression inscrutable.

Finally, Wanda's fingers closed around something hard and cold. She pulled her hand out, revealing a small metal object. A key.

Laughter erupted from the gang members as they clapped and cheered, their amusement evident. Wanda's cheeks burned with embarrassment, the goo dripping from her hand as she held up the key.

Razor's voice broke through the laughter. "Impressive, Wanda. You've got a sharp eye."

But the trials were far from over. Another gang member stepped forward, holding a makeshift costume – an outlandish outfit that seemed better suited for a carnival than a biker gang's initiation.

Wanda's eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the ridiculous outfit. The gang members roared with laughter, clearly enjoying the spectacle that was about to unfold.

Y/N's gaze remained unmoving, her lips quirking into a faint smile as she watched Wanda's reaction. There was a spark of something in Y/N's eyes, a glimmer of understanding beneath the surface.

As Wanda reluctantly donned the costume, her face flushed with embarrassment, she stepped forward and began a hesitant, awkward dance. The gang members clapped and hooted, their amusement showing no signs of waning.

Wanda's heart raced as she danced, her movements stiff and self-conscious. The gang members' laughter echoed in her ears, a constant reminder of the spectacle she was making of herself.

Finally, the dance came to an end, and Wanda stood in the center of the room, breathing heavily but resolute. The gang members applauded her efforts, their approval evident.

Razor stepped forward, his expression a mixture of amusement and something deeper. "You've shown us something tonight, Wanda. You've got guts."

Wanda's gaze flickered to Y/N, who stood at a distance, her expression unreadable. Wanda couldn't decipher Y/N's thoughts or emotions, and the uncertainty only added to her unease.

Y/N's voice cut through the commotion. "But remember, the Wolfpack doesn't just tolerate weakness. We test it."

As the gang members dispersed, leaving Wanda standing alone in the center of the room, Y/N approached her, a glint of something in her eyes that was more than mere amusement.

"You're not like the others," Y/N said, her voice a low murmur. "You've got a fire that burns even through humiliation."

Wanda met Y/N's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't read the emotions in Y/N's eyes, but the intensity of the moment made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"I'll prove myself," Wanda replied, her voice steady despite the tremor in her nerves.

As Wanda walked away, the echoes of laughter and the sting of humiliation mingled in the air, a reminder of the trials she had endured and the challenges that still lay ahead.

#marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff

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dreamdaddymorpheus · 2 years

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Fire on Fire | chapter. 02 | Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader

Pairing: Morpheus x Scarlet Witch!Reader (she/her) Summary: The Lord of Dreams falling in love with a being capable of spontaneous creation – what could possibly go wrong? Note: You are not Wanda Maximoff. You’re just you who happens to be the Scarlet Witch and all that entails. previous chapter: chapter. 01 | A/N: no beta we die like jessamy

Dream of the Endless stood outside a quaint red brick house on a quiet street at the edge of a small village not too far from London. Ordinary and terribly common, blending in with the rest of the houses on either side of it and even the ones across. Why would his search lead him here?

A flashing image in his mind’s eye had him sucking in a sharp breath – an image of you and a dull stranger living out your lives in such an unremarkable home, in domesticated bliss – with a dog perhaps? Or a few offspring? His face darkened at the implication of that thought.

“Cursed they be who would dare to tear us asunder.” He recalled the vow he made to you – one he fully intends to keep.

Morpheus followed the stone path dotted on the ground leading up to the red door atop a small set of steps. Millenniums of courtly etiquette compelled him to knock out of instinct and by the time he realized what he’d done it was too late. So – he waited.

“Darling, is that you?” A bout of relief and horror washed over him in equal measure at the familiar ring of your voice. Relief for the rather joyful colour in your tone. Horror for the heart-rending realization that you had moved on as he feared – with the dull stranger so beneath him, so beneath you.

The Lord of Dreams considered turning back, retreat to his realm where he could lick his wounds and nurse his pride. Just as he took a step back, however, the red door swung open to unveil a face he hungered for all these years. He felt his eyes sting then.

Your face scrunched in concern, reaching out to cup the side of his face, tenderly stroking the damp skin there, “Hey…” you cooed, eyes roving over his tearful face, “Come inside and tell me what happened.”

Morpheus felt his body move along with you in a trance-like state, eyes glassy and vulnerable. The only feeling was the burning warmth of your hand in his as you led him through the corridor and into a homely kitchen bespeckled with hints of you – from the mismatched mugs seen through the glass window of your cupboard to the opened copy of The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien laid out on the table by the window with the dark green curtains.

You sit him down at the table before taking your place across from him, hands still interlocked, “Speak to me, my love.”

It was here that Morpheus observed something amiss. So overcome was he by his loss of you and the natural way in which you held him so sweetly that he unconsciously turned a blind eye to the glaring fact that you have not seen him for a century.

This was most certainly you. He had no doubt of it. That only baffles him further, however.

“Morpheus?”

“How…” He started aimlessly, unsure where to go from here, “How can you be…” His free hand gestured towards you, “…like this – after what I’ve done?”

The corner of your lips quirked up in a mixture of confusion and amusement, “What are you talking about? And what have you done, my love?”

“I abandoned you!” He exclaimed with a tortured heart as his hand held in yours swiftly retreated back to his side, “I—” before he could go off on a tangent of self-hatred, he noticed the swirls of red in your eyes. Oh.

“Oh, Y/N, what have you done?”

Your eyes narrowed then, full of suspicion and distrust. You rose from your seat at the table and added some distance between you and the Dream Lord, “You are not my Dream.” You stated, calm and absolute in your claim. One hand by your side shaped an orb of red energy into being with tendrils of loose magic curling between your fingers, “Is that you, Desire? Have you come to torment us again?”

Morpheus moved to stand slowly and carefully, hands held out in front of him as if in surrender, “It is I, my sweet, your Sandman,” He implored cajolingly, “You must let me hel—” He felt an immediate tightness on his throat, your magic reaching out for his neck for an unfaltering grip. His hands clawed at nothing while keeping his eyes steadfastly locked to yours. “I—I wo—uld ne…er—” despite the struggle, Morpheus persevered, “—lie…to you.” His eyes watered from the pressure of your magic, “Lo—ok…inside.”

You understood what he meant, and it threatened your resolve.

Morpheus felt the invasion not long after, flipping through his memories and every thought he has ever had. Sometimes he would feel you pause at some– like the stunt in the throne room after a verbal foreplay gone too far; then you moved to the tender moment in a hidden alcove in his library, his head on your lap as you read to him the story of one Elizabeth Bennet and Fitzwilliam Darcy; then to the evening of your first fight, when jealousy got the better of him.

As you ransacked his mind it gave Morpheus an opening to enter yours and there he saw your life for the last hundred years. He saw you beg Death, made whatever promises you thought would appease the Endless enough to bring you to him. He saw his beloved sister turn you away. He watched Desire took his form to twist your longing for your Dream Lord. He watched you fall to your knees when it finally dawned on you that he was never coming back. He watched as your magic fully engulfed your being and manifested this delusion you have imprisoned yourself in.

He felt the pressure leave his throat and his hands landed right on the table to support his physical form from keeling over. He raised his head to look at you piece the pieces together – watching as your face shift from confusion to utter devastation. As if the feeling of abandonment for a hundred years rushed to you all at once.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You chanted like a prayer, knees buckling until they hit the tiled floor, your hands clutching your aching heart, “I—I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.” You could only sob.

Your Dream moved around the table to approach you without hesitation, falling to his knees in front of you to drown you in his embrace, “No, my love,” He cooed, his fingers brushing through your hair, “I’m sorry.”

“Cursed they be who would dare to tear us asunder.” Here, with you in his arms, he vowed anew.

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me-uglypretty · 1 year

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promise my body & soul

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: The most important mission laid on your hand and thus, the reunion of love.

Warning: 18+ (G), scarlet witch!wanda, mention of smut, mention of violence | 3260 Words

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The virgin—supple in touch and taste, grasping onto innocence at the first sinful thrust and another, falling into a whimpering mess from each life changing thrust. Desperation pleads for more than sluggish advances on her aroused body. But she doesn’t know the tales behind your cloudy eyes. She doesn’t see pass the softest hues in your irises as you draw her in by every curve and sounds provoked by your skilful touch. Innocence within someone is often bold when lead by hunger for self-fulfilment, the kind of sins that fuels by another as they break themselves apart by unfamiliar touch, a feeling so necessary.

Natasha; so heavenly gentle when she touches your skin and when she speaks, so sweet that she blends herself easily between the lines of innocence and the ordeal fastened upon her life.

“I like— oh,” Natasha released a strangled moan.

What flushing thoughts or confessions swirling a storm in her mind vanishes, to replace itself for the spewing sounds of pleas from her craving mouth. Louder than the sloshing sound of fingers thrusting into her core.

You swore to carry her body into a blissful climax. The confident filtered through vodka, beneath flickering amber light, and the stench of cigarettes corrupting the once fresh air. Natasha made the mistake to assume so little of you, all talk and nothing to show. Regardless of how sweet your words felt when brushed against her tongue or the subtle touch of your fingers on her skin that left a burning trail. And she carelessly leads you into her motel room.

The supposedly promised moment, once in a lifetime kind of moment was dragged into the dark night and wetter than your tongue tasting her juice. First wonderous climax for her daring touch on your skin, the second arrived when lips graze your jaw and teeth nimble so lightly, the third was her urgent hands tugging your hand to her heated core, and the endless list hovers teasingly over your head.

Promise whispered into her ear as your thumb toyed with her clit, expertly aiding her into a promising orgasm, then denying her the pleasure. You needed to witness her stumbling with her clever comments. Her body staggering into yours, clinging into every breath as the corner of her lips curves and forest green eyes blossoming in ecstasy.

At the pad of your fingers which were plunge into her hole, you feel her velvety walls at every nudge, moisten and sleek as she swallows your fingers greedily. Natasha was fearlessly accepting every wave of pleasure blessed upon her body, the gentle jolt through her body and the roughness that drips a sinful desire in her hungry eyes.

The seconds between hefty breaths and her nails digging into your skin, you second-guess the decisions made into choosing her. Was she truly the fragility of stolen innocence, swirling around a pulsing heart that was yours and hers to harbour?

She is, you hear the whisper. She is ours. Ours to hold. Ours to touch. Ours forever and more.

The questions buzz through satisfying moans and your own throat burns. A warm sensation emits within the space of your stomach, leading lower to the stickiness between your thighs. All fulfilled by the pleasure absorb from her, and the flush touch of another.

Fitful of auburn hair within your hold as you crash your lips feverishly into hers. The wordless exchange allows her body to tremble, another wave of orgasm ramming through her tired body, and moans extracting her soul away from any pulsing sight of purity.

Natasha doesn’t care, you assumed as such since her gruesome life was concealed beneath hundreds of masks. The evil that taunt her—all were just another day, another time, and she doesn’t care if it simply doesn’t exist. Especially when her hands firmly grasp your arms, or dragging your shoulder down to her body, nails leaving crescent dents on your skin as she pleads for your sinful touch to mark her in every way and in every place.

Like the redden apples in your hidden farm, ready to be plucked and eaten or made into sugary pies that aches peckish teeth, your hands hungrily grasp her round breast. A yearning within to hear her melodious moans as your forefinger and thumb teases her harden nipples. The skin around her breast pebbles from your endless ministration. Your mouth watering while she pants, and head leans low enough to meet her hazy eyes as your mouth close around her sensitive nipple and your hand fonds her neglected breast.

“You are mine, ours,” the wordless contract of her never leaving does nothing more but stirs your inside with a craving for more. “All of you, ours to hold, ours to touch, outs to…” and profusely so, you murmured those words into her warm breast as your gaze lifts slightly to see darken pupils staring at you.

What was once jaded eyes, waiting for someone’s desire to breach her sacred space and leave them pleading for her mercy—now, those eyes swirls with a sinful hunger and eagerness to dive into your wordless command.

The bristly white cement walls conceal lustful noise, surrounding sweat bodies amid the midday’s blazing sun. The heat forging reasons for hours of physical activities. Where you explore every inch of her body on a rigid bed, arousal staining the cheap bedsheet, and bodies mending seamlessly together. Normalcy threading at every trace of fingers on sky and hungry kisses that made known her taste in your mouth.

It was incredibly easy for you to sink into the depth of your desire within the bound of helplessness and selfishness while hers were tugged by the ropes of agony. Natasha heedlessly follows the tune of your sweet voice and even sweeter touch. An assassin’s years of training falling loose from a single addicting kiss.

Or perhaps, the hovering book of spells had plotted those ideas in your head to smother her into the same crimson glow.

“I’ll do it,” Natasha whispered, her eyes shutting close when your teeth bite a little too harshly on her harden bud. “Yours— hers,” she sucked a deep breath, murmuring the same phrase to convince you of her acceptance.

And you could taste the accomplishment at every lick of her.

Trampling down flights of stairs, her hand grasping yours so tightly and a giddy smile on her face. Natasha’s departure from a life crafted by a vicious man, to fall into another man’s promise—has proven itself unworthy as she happily graces your words as prayers. The motel room was abandoned in a filthy state, similar as the crooked atmosphere of the area. But never to know how a unspeakable power could smoulder the entire space.

“He said to meet by the diner,” Natasha explained, recalling the brief phone call between her and the supposedly good assassin. “You are sure about this, right?”

Smiling reassuringly at her innocent question, your body swiftly turns to face her, and entirely halting the rush steps to leave the gloomy place. “On this earth, people like him are nothing,” your fingers reach to tuck away the wisps of auburn hair tickling her forehead. “We would do much better together, me, you and our Wanda,” you whispered, speckles of crimson hue gleaming in your eyes and hush voices pushes your body into hers, kissing her lips as she sighs.

“I trust you. I trust Wanda.”

Tarnished were her perfect ranking in the Red Room, and Natasha doesn’t question your intentions further, worries seemingly fading at every touch of sweet words that spills from your mouth and pours into hers. Eagerly presenting herself to you, skin and bones, as you promise her of everything that was robbed from her.

And that pinning trust doesn’t flatter when Clint’s blue eyes beams, voluntarily greeting her when she reaches his table. He doesn’t say much, and she appreciate his calmness as he briefly explains their next step. An organisation better than hers, promising to protect the world, and that would grant her freedom. Clint was ready to vouch for her.

Natasha was shocked that he was readily willing to risk his renowned status in a government organisation for an unforgiving criminal like her. Clint believes that she wanted out from the cruel aspects of her life. Such trust spewing undoubtedly, and yet, her heart throbs in favour for you and the woman of which you speak so fondly about.

Not enough clarity was brought upon her curiosity. But there’s a tangible feeling that grazes her skin when your forehead leans against hers and silky voice echoes in her mind. Speaking in a language almost close to home, words she picked easily from her intense training in the Red Room. It was necessary for them to excel in languages other than their country’s language. The mysterious voice engulfs her body in warmth and safety, driving her further into comfort when your lips press on hers and the taste was different, like another mouth was savouring her.

“You promise…I wouldn’t be force to do the same thing?” Natasha’s hand seems to find distraction on the single layer of tissue on the table. “Freedom that isn’t own by anyone else?”

Clint pause for a moment, his eyes falling on her hand as pieces of torn tissue litters on the table. “Yes, you have my word.”

Natasha doesn’t feel dejected for denying his offer. Though, she hasn’t said a word. You promised her that her answers wouldn’t cause harm on her or inflict pain on the man vouching for her freedom. She hasn’t lost the humanity within her, so keen to know that he wouldn’t be hurt because she feels that she knew him from another life.

Like he would never betray her like that.

While the conversation carries forward, you were waiting at the far end of the diner. Little exchanges of smiles and comforting gaze were your only source to her. You were aiding the very cause that will save from further destruction. As confidently promised that Natasha would never know a world, a universe that would fail to acknowledge her sacrifice. She would be saved.

“Don’t worry, my love. She would be safe with us.”

Your lips curves, gaze falling on the cup of brown beverage. The reflection of yourself fades into a beaming red that settles into her beautiful face. Confidence playing teasingly in her eyes as her lips twist into a smirk.

The Scarlet Witch. Wanda Maximoff.

She was your first love, the first of everything that made your body whole, the threads of which unveils universes after another with the sole purpose of finding the last missing part of you and her; Natasha.

“Our Natasha would be saved.”

“You always know what to say,” you murmured, gazing into the reflection of her. “I miss you. Nat misses you too.”

Wanda eyes flickers with a need that you know too well. “Hmm, I see you enjoying yourself with her.”

And propelling thoughts clouds your mind.

The sweet and sour taste of her, each lingering touch leaving a moaning mess out of round mouth. So desperately clinging onto you, wanting you to choose her among other forbidden fruits, so needy for your hands to press on her body and fondle with her breast, so greedy for your tongue to savour her.

Natasha hasn’t converged her body with Wanda, or she would be completely flood in pure bliss—an endless loop of pleasure, everything that would make her beg for more.

“You are so naughty,” Wanda teased, her finger points teasingly at your as she crunches her nose.

Those sinful memories and thoughts that hasn’t materialise into reality, and the night that went by, it wisps through her mind as thought she was there with you. Standing in the same room, witnessing her lovers eat the forbidden fruit which she dearly craves.

The liquid in your cup ripples, a darken finger emerges without the slightest care for wondering eyes. You smile mischievously before leaning your head lower, almost like you were ready to take a sip, and promptly bite the tip of her finger.

“Fuck, you are such a brat!”

Her voice was annoyed, shying away from the absent of you that surely made her worry and lonely. You smile widely at her. If someone was to look your way and assume you had lost your mind, you didn’t care for their senseless thoughts. When the truth resides that you were soon to unit with Wanda, and have Natasha there too, nothing could dampen your mood.

“Your brat,” you pestered. “Only yours,” and she hums, the content sound of knowing everything was perfect.

The moon’s luminous glow cast heavenly over the farm’s tranquil state. Burnout stars dotted across the night sky, twinkling magically in the gloomy sky. And you stand by the window, admiring a life that made so beautiful for you, for her, for us. The wind whispers a tune through branches and leaves adoring lanky trees.

“It’s time,” Wanda murmured as her hands closing around your midriff. Perky breast grazes your bare back, warmth emitting from shameless nude bodies, and a buzzing comfort in your skin and bones. She rests her chin on your shoulder, hot breath blushes your cheeks. A hint of mint and sweetness of apples.

“I think that we shouldn’t had left him,” you disclosed to her in secrecy. “He could ruin everything— when we finally have her,” you abruptly turn around to press your body flush against her, facing the face you had spent days and nights loving.

Wanda nods her head as her hands rest firmly on your waist and she softly sways her body with yours. “In that godforsaken universe, he helped Natasha then me…so a little wiggly woos would be enough. This is what our Nat wants.”

You hummed, “And what she wants…”

“We give her.”

The ripple of devotion from you to her, to the bodies of three, and the cloak of security. You truly trust her without a doubt, though, worries cloud your mind sometimes and when it does, Wanda knows exactly what to say to ease your mind. Natasha—who’s asleep on the cabin floor, body nude and feeble from the universal travels, surrounding by lighten candles and craving on the ground to ensure her safety—doesn’t exactly mutter sweet words to your ears, but she rewards your body with her witty remarks and slick mouth.

“She’s so beautiful like this,” you said, head tilting to give you a better view of Natasha. “Ours, finally ours,” your words smoothen with a kiss on Wanda’s round lips.

Wanda’s hand grasps yours, fingers interlacing together, bodies distance for the sheer seconds as she admires your nude skin. The marks left behind from Natasha’s greediness, and the flushing red from her eagerness to touch you when you finally arrived home. Her free hand press on your collarbone, nails scratching your skin, then a smile graces her lips.

“I love you,” Wanda confessed, “I love Nat— I love us, like this, at this…at this beautiful moment. And I would love you both for days and nights to come. Forever,” she pulls your body to kneel beside Natasha.

Your eyes stings with unshed tears from her confession. It ignites a flame in your chest, expanding a brilliance glow of love, an emotion so prevailing that you wouldn’t’ dare change your past, present or future. Your throbbing heart, her warm hands, and the other hand that flash its icy touch on your skin.

“I love you too,” Natasha murmured, “But my body…aches…and if you could, anyone, lay beside me then…”

A soft chuckle leaves your throat. Reality blankets your life with them. “You are so needy, Natty,” you grumbled playfully, thumb brushing away the stray tears spilling from your eyes. “I hate this,” you huffed, waves your hands by your eyes to stop yourself from crying.

“Oh shush, you love us so much,” Wanda deliberately bumps your shoulder. “And you, on the bed now,” she directs her gaze to Natasha as she points her finger to her then the bed.

It was just perfect.

Falling into a comfortable silence became easy or waking in the morning and hearing debates on things that you could never understand. Natasha’s constant retorts of her favourite childhood candies then Wanda biting back with hers, neither coming in terms with having their personal favourite, and pulling you into the loop. But you see the secret joy that glaze in their eyes as you propose to buy them each of everything. Candie and snacks, the CDs of shows and movies they love. Anything they wanted was yours to make apparent.

A family made from skin and bones.

By Wanda’s side; where you witness bodies drop on ground like coins thrown into a wishing well, the bloody path leading to their lifeless body that would never comprehend life after death, sounds of cries that reach your ears and paint your lips into a taunting smile, the pathetic people who daringly involve themselves into your travel and hers, and every soul after who tried breaking the reunion of true love.

The battle which wake in search for Natasha Romanoff.

Life blossoming so beautifully when lovers finally mend together.

The promise of body and soul—where Wanda’s hand smoothens over your chest as Natasha admires the sight of you whimpering from the darken fingers settled between your thighs, and the raving kisses that left you breathless. And the whispers befall from a witch’s mouth, staining souls beyond a life they knew before. But she makes life better, so relentless as gush of crimson manifest in your body and soul, then Natasha’s soul threading together with yours. Wanda expertly mapping her enchanting spells on the skin of her lovers.

To protect, to preserve, to forever strengthen the bond.

“Wanda,” you gasped, speckles of crimson fluttering on your skin and the breathless chuckles followed by a hefty moan.

Natasha mouth pressing to your cheek, sloppily kissing you and hands closings around your bicep, her nails digging into your skin and the gasps allot into your mouth when she pleads to taste you. Wanda’s fingers buried into her core, where you observe the wisps of red tendrils flowing between your lover’s thighs and the same glow buzzing below your stomach.

Promises spilling from your mouth and theirs, just begging to fulfil every needy pleasure.

Natasha greedily hauling your hands to her breast, her tongue licking a stripe down the crook of your neck where beads of sweat develops. Wanda continuously kneeling on the bed, pleasuring you, pleasuring Natasha, pleasuring herself when your hand aroused a moan from her chest. Emerald orbs altering to crimson hues as she gapes at the sight of her lovers laying nude on her bed.

And she loves the way your fingers render her into a blubbering mess. How you know what makes her scream, what makes Natasha falls on the bed and completely defenceless.

And you love the sheer wickedness establish in Wanda’s power, how she could undoubtedly seal the mouths of those questioning her intentions then easily evoking pleasure from two bodies pleading for her touch.

And you love watching a trained killer like Natasha, melting into your body so shamelessly, groaning when the bodies of her lovers move the slightest bit away from her. How she readily brawls those who cross the lines to harm her lovers.

And that love is so hard to attain.

But you promise them—your body and your soul, forever swore to them in life and death.

#spookyweek22 #wandanat x reader #wandanat imagine #wandanat x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine

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imnotawitch · 11 months

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I may make a series of Tarot cards based on MCU characters now. Here is one based on Loki.

You can click here to view my last one of The Scarlet Witch

Why is Loki "The Fool"?

The Fool is traditionally depicted as a figure stepping off a cliff, often portrayed as a carefree individual with a sense of adventure and unpredictability. Here's why The Fool can be seen as fitting for Loki:

Trickster Energy: Loki embodies the archetype of the trickster, constantly challenging the established order and bringing chaos and disruption. The Fool, with their unconventional behavior and refusal to adhere to societal norms, shares this mischievous energy.

Unpredictability: Both Loki and The Fool possess an element of unpredictability. They are not bound by conventions or expectations, and their actions can often surprise others. Loki's ever-changing nature and ability to shape-shift align with the unpredictable qualities of The Fool.

Journey and Transformation: The Fool is associated with new beginnings, embarking on a journey, and embracing change. Loki, at many points, undergoes personal transformations and embarks on adventures that lead to growth and self-discovery. The Fool's journey can symbolize Loki's constant evolution and pursuit of new experiences.

Dual Nature: Loki, like The Fool, often displays a dual nature. The Fool carries both innocence and wisdom, reflecting their simultaneous naivety and insight. Loki similarly possesses a complex blend of light and dark qualities, sometimes acting as a benevolent figure and at other times as a disruptive force.

#loki god of mischief #loki mcu #mcu #mcu loki #marvel #tarot card #tarot cards #graphic design #graphic art #digital design #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #god of mischief

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Could I please request one that is mama!Wanda and child!reader (you can pick the age). Reader sometimes helps the avengers and goes on a mission with them and gets a really bad head injury. Wanda freaks out. Now reader will randomly get debilitating migraines but tries to hide them from the avengers especially Wanda bc R doesn’t want to be a burden. Wanda keeps a close eye on R, usually aware of when the headaches get too bad, she’ll step in to try to help. One day the headache gets so bad that R passes out and Wanda freaks out bc that’s her child and they have never passed out before. Some angst please and some comfort from Wanda.

We all love Mama!Wanda <3333

When you became part of the avengers everyone was against it. A thirteen-year-old protecting the world?? You're the one in need of protecting, not the other way around. You had an amazing and unique ability. You can become part of the shadows and you can manipulate it. Your mom is The Scarlet Witch, that is how the avengers knew met you. They had no idea Wanda has a kid.

Ever since meeting you, they were protective of you. Keeping your identity a secret from the enemies, defending you against danger, looking after you when you were sick, they basically became parent-figures to you. And because of that, they were completely against the idea of you becoming part of the avengers.

"But Peter and I are the same age!!" You exclaimed. "Actually, I'm a year older," Peter added. "It doesn't matter!!"

"YES IT DOES!!" Everyone screamed.

You groaned and then looked at you mom, she looked like she was in deep thought. While everyone was arguing whether you should join the avengers or not, your mom suddenly said: "Y/N?". Everyone looked at her expecting her to stand by their side. "Why do you want to become an Avenger?" She asked. "I want to save people. I don't care how young I am, all I care about is being able to defend innocent lives," You responded. Your mom looked down for a bit and then looked up and said "Then you should become one,".

Everyone was shocked, even you. You thought she was the one that told everyone that it's dangerous for you to become an Avenger, but it was the opposite. "Wanda, have you lost your mind?! She's a kid!!" Steve exclaimed. "So is Peter, we all were against Peter joining the Avengers, but he did, and he saved us many times. I don't want to hold my daughter back from pursuing her dreams. If she want to become an Avenger, so be it." She replied with a proud smile looking at you and you smiled back.

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After Wanda made the decision to allow you in the Avengers team, she wondered whether she made the right choice or not. And today, made her set up her mind.

You went on a mission, your first mission. Since it was your first mission, you were given the easiest one. You were supposed to spy over a meeting that was about an attack plan. All you had to do was listen to the conversation. You went there, you followed the plan you where given, and hid in one of the rooms corner where it was dark so you can blend in with the shadows. But there was a slight problem. You where nervous. You had anxiety issues and you couldn't hold hold them back.

At some point, you started to get anxious whether they can see you or not, but you tried to follow the breathing exercises that your mom taught you, and it didn't work. So your powers stopped. And everyone saw you. They immediately started attacking you and you tried to send the others signal to let them know that you've been caught, but you couldn't. What you didn't know is that Wanda's mother instinct told her to put a spell on you that told her when you where in danger, and she felt that you where in danger. She rushed to you and tried to keep the everyone away from you, but all you saw was blurry red light before your vision faded away.

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You woke up to a tremendous amount of pain in your head that made you so dizzy. The people arguing around you didn't help at all. You groaned, letting them know you are awake. "Y/N, you're awake! how do you feel?" She asked while stroking your hair. "I'm fine," You lied. You where way far from okay. Your head felt like it got hit by a hammer, you could barely focus on what's in front of you. But you had to hide your pain. You knew your mother would feel guilty if she found out about it since she allowed you to be in the avengers.

Your attempts at hiding your pain went bad though. One day, you where trying to finish a homework but your head was ringing. Before you knew it, you passed out. The first person to see you was your mother. She always stayed near you after the incident to make sure that you were okay, but something told her that you weren't. So when you fainted, she rushed at your side and tried to wake you up.

"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" She asked while lightly tapping your cheek in attempt to wake you up. When she noticed that you didn't, she knew you had something serious going on, so she quickly carried you to the medbay to see what happened to you.

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When you woke up, you saw that your mother was holding her head in her hands and you heard sniffles coming from her. "Mom?" You called. She looked to her side quickly you thought her neck would snap. "Oh, my baby, I'm so sorry," She said while hugging your head closer to her chest. "I'm so sorry for being a bad mother, I'm so sorry for not seeing the signs earlier, I should have noticed, I shouldn't have allowed you to be part of the Avengers in the first place," She rambled. "Mom, it's okay, you meant well, you don't have to apologize," You said, trying to comfort her. "Sweetheart, you have a concussion, if I hadn't allowed you in you wouldn't have to suffer the way you are right now,"

"It's okay mom, all you wanted to do is to give your child some chance in life, its okay," You assured. "Can we stop thinking about what happened and focus on now? I really want mama cuddles right now," She chuckled lightly and agreed.

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Guess who is back after a long time :)))) Sorry for taking so long, a lot of things happened in the time I wasn't active and it all was so overwhelming, but I'm glad to be back to you guys I missed you so much, and I hope I'd be able to post more often now.

Hope you liked this fic tho, it was kind of rushed lol

Requests are open btw, feel free to send requests

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Considering Wanda has now become the Darkhold, I'm very interested in her rulling the Flickering Realm - Chthon's dimension. It would be an opportunity to explore its politics and civilization of the N'garai, as it is their home base. What are your thoughts?

I don't think Wanda is interested in ruling anybody, especially not in place of Chthon. I imagine she would feel very strongly that anyone who has been subjugated by him deserves freedom and autonomy. The N'Garai... kinda suck, when you actually look at their history, but they seem to have some kind of caste system and really terrible power hierarchies. I would love to see what kind of change would come from Wanda dismantling those power structures. Defeating Kierrok, the N'Garai Madbhara who terrorized Hexfinder's ancestors, would also be a great way to resolve Wanda's conflict with Nicola.

I'm definitely very interested in the internal politics and societies of demons and other "monster" races. We've seen a lot of development in this area with vampires and, to a lesser degree, werewolves. Krakoan-era X-Men titles have explored autonomy and sovereignty in Otherworld and Limbo, to varying degrees of success. I think it's very clear that these political concepts are on a lot of folks' minds, and it's being reflected in our speculative fiction-- for better, or usually, for worse.

Anyways, while I don't think Wanda should necessarily feel responsible for Chthon's legacy, I do believe that she feels empathy for other beings and races that have been impacted by him. With her powers and status as the Living Darkhold, she's uniquely suited to act as an ambassador for these communities. We have already seen this with K'lay/the Flickering Realm-- in Scarlet Witch #9, she's seen advocating to the In-Betweener for K'lay's autonomy-- and with Elderspawn such as the Bricklayer in Crypt of Shadows (2023). I suspect we might see something similar with the vampires in Blood Hunt.

I would really love for Wanda to become, like, the main go-to character for anything to do with the Elder Gods, Inner Planes (which includes hell-dimensions, mythical realms, and places like K'lay), and Elderspawn. It would put her on the same level as Doctor Strange, while still allowing her to have her own unique thing, as Stephen is generally more concerned with the Outer Realms. It would also allow witchcraft and Earthly magic to retain more of a unique flavor-- I don't love how much Wanda, Agatha, and Jericho's powers have blended into typical Marvel sorcery in the last couple years.

Something I've been wanting for a long time is to get a comprehensive, company-wide update to the lineage of the Elder Gods and the structure of the Inner and Outer Planes, sort of like what HoXPoX did for X-Men comics. Initially, that's what I thought G.O.D.S. was gonna be, and I'm kind of glad that it's not-- I don't really think Hickman's ethos would be a good fit. Instead, I feel we're starting to see it in Immortal Thor, which is wonderful, because Ewing really understands what those sort of mythology-based stories need, and he's already done a lot of esoteric worldbuidling that will cross over nicely. Thor is one of the living characters who is most closely connected to Gaea-- Wanda, as Chthon's keeper and inheritor, would be a really good compliment in exploring this world.

#for the record I think G.O.D.S. is primarily concerned with universal abstracts and like.... the really far reaches of the Outer Realms.#n'garai #k'lay #chthon #flickering realm #darkhold #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch

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Winn Maximoff

Full name: Winn Pietro Maximoff

Age: 19

Height: 5'9

Nicknames: he doesn't have any nicknames by others but he does get called svet moy (my light) or solnyshko (sun) by Wanda

Sexuality: Bisexual

Powers: Reality Manipulation, Astral Projection, Binding, Clairvoyance, Concussive Blasts, Cosmic Awareness, Creation, Erasure, Elemental Manipulation, Flight, Force Field, Mechanical Manipulation, Healing, Physical Augmentation, Power Manipulation, Power Bestowal, Power Amplification, Power Negation, Teleportation, Portal Creation, Interdimensional Teleportation, Remote Teleportation, Banishment, Telepathy.

Backstory

Wanda's encounter with Julian in upstate New York brought an unexpected spark into her life. Despite the mundane circumstances of a car breakdown, their connection grew during the time he spent fixing her car. Julian's charm and genuine nature resonated with Wanda, providing a sense of warmth she hadn't felt since Vision.

Their romantic journey unfolded, filled with shared laughter and meaningful moments. Julian became a beacon of joy for Wanda, helping her heal from the wounds of the past. Their love bore fruit, and Winn entered their lives, bringing newfound happiness to the Scarlet Witch.

However, fate took a cruel turn when Julian met an untimely end in a tragic car accident. The loss left Wanda devastated, burdened with the responsibility of raising Winn on her own. Despite the pain, she channeled her grief into nurturing Winn, ensuring he grew up surrounded by the love and strength his parents once shared.

Winn, inheriting both Wanda's magical abilities and his father's resilience, developed into a unique individual, a blend of chaos and stability. His childhood, marked by the absence of his father, instilled in him a deep appreciation for the fleeting nature of life and the importance of cherishing every moment.

Childhood and teenage years

Winn's childhood was a blend of ordinary and extraordinary, growing up in the care of Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. Despite her immense powers, Wanda was determined to give Winn a normal life. She shielded him from the complexities of the superhero world, creating a haven where bedtime stories weren't about cosmic battles but simple adventures.

Their home was a refuge, filled with laughter, bedtime rituals, and the occasional use of magic to make chores a bit more exciting. Wanda, with her scarlet-hued powers, taught Winn to understand and control his abilities from an early age. It became a shared secret, a unique bond between mother and son.

As Winn entered school, Wanda juggled her superhero responsibilities with PTA meetings and school projects, ensuring he experienced the typical joys and challenges of childhood. She encouraged his interests, whether mundane or extraordinary, fostering an environment where he could embrace both sides of his heritage.

Winn's journey through adolescence brought moments of curiosity and self-discovery. Wanda, always there with guidance, watched as her son navigated the intricacies of friendships and identity. Through it all, she remained the constant, a pillar of strength and love in a world that sometimes felt too vast.

As Winn entered his teenage years, a shift occurred within him, marked by a growing turbulence in his emotions. The balance that once characterized his childhood began to tip, and a complex mix of anger, frustration, and a desire for control emerged. The charming child transformed into a young man marked by rudeness, aggression, and a penchant for violence.

Wanda, grappling with the challenge of guiding her son through this tumultuous phase, recognized the need for a different approach. She attempted to anchor him, to help him channel his powers and emotions in a more constructive manner. Yet, the scarlet threads that once wove a harmonious childhood now seemed frayed, strained by the intense forces within him.

The reasons behind Winn's transformation remained elusive – a combination of teenage angst, the weight of his powers, and perhaps the unresolved pain stemming from the loss of his father. The Scarlet Witch found herself caught in a delicate dance, trying to rein in the unleashed potential within her son while understanding the complexity of his journey.

Winn's aggression and dangerous tendencies became a challenge not only for himself but for those around him. The struggle to find a balance between the extraordinary gifts he inherited and the turbulent emotions of adolescence defined this phase of his life, leaving both mother and son navigating uncharted waters in an attempt to restore the threads of stability and harmony.

As the years unfolded, Wanda discovered the hidden layers beneath Winn's rough exterior. Despite his outward demeanor of rudeness and aggression, she unearthed a secret well of care and protectiveness within him. Winn, with an unspoken commitment to shielding those he cared about, particularly his mother, revealed a side that few had the chance to witness.

In private moments, his humor shone through, casting a light on a side of Winn that contrasted sharply with the aggressive facade he presented to the world. Wanda, realizing that his protective instincts were rooted in a deep love and concern, sought ways to nurture the positive aspects of his character while guiding him away from the darker expressions of his powers.

The dichotomy within Winn created a complex tapestry of emotions, where his caring nature clashed with the violence that often manifested in moments of perceived threat. The challenge for Wanda became not only understanding her son but also finding a way to channel his protective instincts in a manner that didn't compromise the safety of those around him.

Personality

Winn's personality is a paradoxical blend of intensity and vulnerability. The aggression and violence he occasionally exhibits serve as a protective armor, a manifestation of the internal conflicts he grapples with. Behind this tough exterior, he harbors a deep well of care and protectiveness, particularly towards his mother, Wanda.

His loyalty to those he considers family is unwavering, and he would go to great lengths to ensure their safety. The fine line he treads between expressing his love through protection and the potential dangers of his powers adds complexity to his relationships.

Winn's sense of humor, often hidden from the outside world, provides glimpses into a more lighthearted side. In moments of connection and trust, he lets this facet of his personality shine, revealing a capacity to find joy even in the midst of turmoil.

Powers

Winn's mastery of powers developed over years of training guided by his mother, Wanda. Through a combination of theoretical learning, practical exercises, and real-world experiences, he honed each ability, discovering the nuances of their applications and limitations. The journey was not without challenges, and the occasional struggles with his temper and violent tendencies added a layer of complexity to his training. Yet, over time, Winn learned to navigate the intricate web of his inherited powers, transforming them from untamed potential into controlled expressions of his Scarlet Witch heritage

Winn can alter and reshape reality to a certain extent, bending the TV fabric of existence to his will. He has the ability to project his consciousness or spirit outside of his physical body, exploring different planes of existence. Winn can restrain or immobilize others through metaphysical means, using his powers to create ethereal bonds. He possesses the ability to perceive events or gather information about distant or future events. He can generate powerful bursts of concussive energy, which he can project as offensive attacks. He is also attuned to the cosmic forces at play, providing him with heightened awareness of the universe. Winn can bring objects or constructs into existence through sheer force of will. He also has the power to erase or negate certain aspects of reality, removing elements from existence. Winn can defy gravity and move through the air without the need for physical support.

He can create protective barriers or shields to deflect attacks. Has the ability to manipulate and control machines and technology through supernatural means. Winn can accelerate the natural healing processes, either for himself or others. He has the power to enhance physical attributes, such as strength, speed, and agility. Winn can manipulate the powers of others, altering or controlling their supernatural abilities. Winn can instantaneously transport himself from one location to another. He can create openings or portals between different locations or dimensions. Winn can also travel between different dimensions. He also can transport objects or individuals to another location without physical presence. Winn can exile entities or beings to other realms or dimensions. And lastly he possesses the ability to communicate mentally with others, reading thoughts or projecting his own.

Hobbies

Winn's hobbies reflect a diverse range of interests, providing a glimpse into the layers of his personality beyond the realm of superpowers. Despite his complex powers and intense demeanor, he finds solace and joy in various pursuits.

Winn channels his creativity through art, whether it's painting, drawing, or other forms of artistic expression. It serves as a therapeutic outlet, allowing him to explore emotions and experiences in a tangible way.

Whether playing an instrument or curating playlists, music plays a significant role in Winn's life. It becomes a means of escape and emotional release, resonating with the different facets of his personality.

Winn finds refuge in the world of literature, exploring realms beyond the ordinary. Whether delving into mystical texts or escaping into fiction, reading provides him with a sense of adventure and intellectual stimulation.

Engaging in rigorous physical activities, such as martial arts or intense workouts, helps Winn channel his energy and maintain a sense of discipline. It also serves as a constructive outlet for the intensity that comes with his powers.

Despite his guarded exterior, Winn has a curious side that drives him to explore both mundane and extraordinary aspects of the world. Whether it's urban exploration or venturing into mystical realms, he seeks to understand the world around him.

Fueled by his ability for mechanical manipulation, Winn has a keen interest in technology. He enjoys tinkering with gadgets, staying updated on the latest advancements, and finding innovative solutions to challenges.

In contrast to his more intense pursuits, Winn finds joy in the simplicity of cooking. Experimenting with recipes and flavors allows him to unwind and share moments of connection with others.

Strengths and weaknesses

Strengths:

1. Mastery of Powers: Winn possesses a comprehensive mastery of a wide array of powers inherited from Wanda, including reality manipulation, teleportation, and telepathy.

2. Protective Instinct: His strong protective instincts, especially towards his loved ones, drive him to go to great lengths to ensure their safety.

3. Resilience: Winn's journey has instilled in him a remarkable resilience, allowing him to face challenges with determination and bounce back from setbacks.

4. Versatility: The diverse range of his hobbies and interests adds to his versatility, making him adaptable in different situations and environments.

5. Physical Prowess: Engaging in physical training has endowed him with enhanced physical attributes, contributing to his overall effectiveness in combat situations.

Weaknesses:

1. Temper and Aggression: Winn's tendency towards aggression, particularly in moments of heightened emotion, poses a challenge, leading to potential conflicts.

2. Protectiveness Leading to Violence: While protective, his inclination towards violence as a means of safeguarding loved ones can create moral and ethical dilemmas.

3. Complex Emotions: The internal conflicts arising from his heritage and the loss of his father contribute to complex emotional struggles, impacting his decision-making at times.

4. Struggle with Balance: Balancing the extraordinary nature of his powers with the desire for a normal life presents an ongoing challenge, with potential consequences for his personal relationships.

5. Isolation: Winn's internal struggles may lead to a sense of isolation, as he grapples with the burden of his powers and the potential dangers they pose to those around him.

Hope you guys like him!

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headaches

Warnings: mention of blood

A/N: this is my first fic so sorry if this sucks but! happy (late) birthday to my best girl. also still haven’t gotten the hang of formatting on tumblr so forgive me if it’s a bit off. enjoy :)

2:17 am. You squint your eyes to read out the faint neon numbers on your alarm clock. You’ve been tossing and turning all night, all because of a slight pounding on the back of your head. The room is cold and there’s a slight sound of wind rushing through the windows. A small beam of light comes in through a gap in the curtains from the lampposts Tony installed around the compound. As you get up from the warmth of your bed you shiver, as you prefer to sleep in shorts and a graphic tee. You step out of your room into the kitchen and wince at the frigid floor striking your bare feet. The kitchen is empty, or so you think as you serve yourself a glass of water. You look up to see a familiar redhead lurking in the shadows of the living room, almost blending in with the couch as she sits still. You jump slightly upon seeing her, almost spilling your glass.

“Natasha?! You scared me.”

You say just above a whisper, noting the time.

She had been gone on a mission for a week and although she had startled you, your heart couldn’t resist skipping upon seeing her.

Natasha was quiet, but you adored that. You always found yourself trying to spark the smallest conversation just to hear the spy’s raspy voice. Knowing of her past, she didn’t trust easily. But, you respected that. Some time passed and you found yourself easily engaging in conversation with the redhead, just not with words. Going on early morning runs, and finding each other down by the pond with a book in hand or Natasha lying on her back under the magnolia tree looking up at the pink colors of the sunset. You would hand her the lunch you made. No words needed to be spoken then. It was as if you both understood each other with a nod of the head or a small smile from the redhead that never failed to make you feel butterflies.

It was not a secret that you liked the older woman, especially when your best friend read your mind.

“Wanda seriously you need to stop doing that.”

“I’m sorry but your thoughts are just so LOUD. I mean WOW y/n you really need to keep it in your pants-“

“Okay, okay, okay stop please I beg.”

Wanda Maximoff, the cause of your headache in the first place. Sparring with the scarlet witch is without a doubt, no joke.

“Sorry.” The redhead mumbles under her breath it’s almost hard to catch.

You see her shift in her seat switching from her man spread position to hunch over her legs. A streak of light showcases the left side of her face.

Your eyes trail down from her sharp jaw down to her black suit, suddenly stopping when you notice a dark spot of red on her lower abdomen.

“Nat, you’re bleeding.” You gasp in a hushed tone.

You freeze.

“No it’s- it’s not mine.” She says shaking her head and from her hoarse voice you can tell she’s trying not to cry.

There’s a small silence as you watch the woman look down as to avoid your gaze.

You forget about the cup in your hand and rush to her side, kneeling before her.

You watch as tears roll down her face, and her left eye twitch as the tears don’t stop falling. You don’t know much about the mission she was sent on, just that she was the only one assigned by Fury to take it. In his words “Romanoff is the only person for the job.”

Unsure of your next move, you delicately place your hands on her face. Her cold face suddenly warmed by both your hands and her tears. She looks beautiful even now, with patches of red appearing on her face as she cries. You slowly bring your lips to catch a falling tear on her cheek, and do the same for the other side of her face.

Natasha has stopped crying now and her breath is caught in her throat by your actions, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. Ever since you were little, you wished to carry everyone else’s burdens on, to take the pain away. So that’s what you did, by gently kissing all of Natasha’s tears off her face. You slide your hands down to her neck and observe her.

Natasha is still, eyes closed and her pink lips slightly parted. You want her so bad. To taste her lips and kiss her under that same magnolia tree by the pond. To hold her in your arms and have all of her.

Without thinking, your hands gently pull Natasha in and your lips connect.

The kiss is unreciprocated at first, the spy too caught up in the moment to believe it was real. So you slightly pull away and begin to ramble an apology when Natasha suddenly pulls you back in and kisses you.

This time it’s your turn to be shocked, but still you kiss her back slowly.

Her lips are soft and plump, and they taste of the salt from her tears.

It stays this way for a while, just taking each other in slowly.

Natasha’s hands find their way down to your abdomen and the kiss deepens as you feel her tongue slip into your mouth. You let out a low moan and break the kiss with a giggle.

“Nat,”

Her head rests against your forehead now and her nose nuzzles into yours causing you to giggle once more.

“Natasha.”

She lets out a soft hum to let you know she’s listening and finally opens her eyes.

You tilt your head with a slight smirk and she blushes.

“Sorry,” she rasps out.

You shake your head in disagreement.

“What for?”

It’s quiet now and all that can be heard is her heavy breathing and the wind picking up from outside.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and ready for bed, it’s late Natty.”

“Natty?”

“Don’t tease or I won’t let you sleep with me tonight.”

She lets out a breathy laugh and her face softens, her smile falls.

“I don’t know y/n.” She whispers.

Your eyebrows furrow at her words.

“Oh sorry If I had the wrong idea I’ll just go then-“

She grabs hold of your hands to stop you from leaving and shakes her head. She looks to the floor once more.

“No it’s not that y/n.”

Your left hand escapes her hold and moves to lift her chin up to look at you. You wait for her to speak. Knowing Natasha, there were things she didn’t speak about and certain topics the team knew not to bring up. Only Clint could talk to her, and even then he admitted to having a hard time in getting the widow to open up.

“I just…”

Her gaze moves back to the ground and the breath she lets out is shaky.

“I just haven’t had someone look after me like that in a long time.” She mumbles under her breath.

You think to yourself for a moment before moving your hands to intertwine with hers and you gently place a kiss on her bruised knuckles. It’s incredulous you think. That someone as caring and complex as she, didn’t have anyone to return the favor. It was a shock to find out that Natasha did not lead the avengers, when she took care of everyone. When Tony would get into trouble with Pepper, she was the one to make them talk. When Bucky and Sam would argue like children, she was the one to give them a stern look that would immediately make them shut up. She would also tease Peter about being the better arachnid, at which he would stutter his way through agreeing with her as he was intimidated by the older woman. She was the heart of the team, and yet no one seemed to return the favor.

“I’ll always take care of you, Nat.” you whisper.

She lets out a shaky breath and her green eyes lift to stare into yours. You lean in and kiss her once more and when the kiss is broken, her forehead lands onto yours and she releases a breathy laugh. You raise your eyebrow as if to question her and Natasha smirks with a proud look on her face.

“So I’m sleeping with you now?”

You sigh and roll your eyes, shifting up from your kneeling position, and begin to walk away from her. She laughs at your annoyance.

“Y/n, aren’t you forgetting something?”

You stop in your tracks and turn around to see her smirk only grow larger.

“What?”

Her eyes roll to her side as if pointing to the kitchen.

“Your water.”

You groan and continue to walk away. From a distance you yell at Natasha to bring your water when she comes into your room. She stays seated for a moment smiling to herself by your behavior. She thinks of how lucky she is to finally have you, after putting up with the bad sandwiches you would occasionally make her for lunch. Clint would tease her for doing so, but she didn’t mind. She would continue to do it for you, and only you.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #soft natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow comfort #natasha romanoff fluff

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What If? Vol. 2 #5: “What if the Vision had destroyed the Avengers?” and “What if Wonder Man hadn’t died?”

You can’t have both, book.

The thing here is that this issue is more about What If Wonder Man hadn’t died? and the events then lead to a big change in the story where Vision was introduced.

Some What Ifs tell a story. Other What Ifs show the long term ripples one change could have.

This is one of the latter.

It explores how changing the outcome of Avengers #9 would reverberate all the way through Avengers #58.

A frankly huge amount of story that the issue skims through.

So I’ll just summarize some of the bigger changes.

So starting off, instead of luring the Avengers into an ambush from the Masters of Evil, Wonder Man comes clean about how he was being extorted into working for Zemo.

With Wonder Man’s help, the Avengers clean the clocks of the Masters. Hank doesn’t go to the fight, instead consulting with Reed Richards to make a cure for Wonder Man’s condition.

With the Masters thoroughly trounced, they don’t come back for another confrontation in Avengers #15.

The original roster still disbands and even earlier, right after the Count Nefaria thing in issue 13. Hank Pym had been getting insecure about his place in the team when Wonder Man was so cool so when Wasp gets injured during the Nefaria incident, he talks her into leaving the team. But the other founders want to leave too, leaving Captain America and Wonder Man to form a new Avengers with Hawkeye, Quicksilver, and Scarlet Witch.

I don’t like Wonder Man’s original costume but I have to admit that it looks okay next to this blend of costumes and colors.

As it ever was, Hawkeye and Quicksilver squabble with Cap over who should be in charge but in this version Wonder Man speaks on behalf of Cap.

Scarlet Witch is so impressed by his passion, that she decides if Cap wasn’t leader, Wonder Man should be.

Wanda choosing another man over him puts a mighty bee in Quicksilver’s bonnet.

Geez Pietro, he was willing to make it a threesome!

When Cap leaves, he makes Wonder Man the new leader. Quicksilver threatens to quit and take Wanda with him unless she promises to bury any romantic feelings she has for Wonder Man.

Because Pietro isn’t actually a robophobe, he’s just an overly controlling jackass.

With Wonder Man leading the team, several villain plots just don’t come about. Doom decides not to lure the Avengers to Latveria. And Swordsman refuses to infiltrate the team, to the Mandarin’s murderous disapproval.

When Hank Pym comes to the Avengers for help with the Wasp being kidnapped, Wonder Man doesn’t make him sizeshift to prove his identity.

Hank doesn’t get stuck in his Goliath size, doesn’t go through all the heart ache and drama, doesn’t un-retire at all even when Wasp joins the team. Without all that messing with his mind and body, Hank marries Jan without having an emotional breakdown first and their relationship is more solid.

He happily takes the job as the team’s science guy while Jan does her superhero thing.

The wedding is so romantic that Wanda and Wonder Man find their feelings rekindling. Pietro quits in a huff, runs off, and ends up rejoining Magneto to get revenge on the human that “corrupted” his sister.

For some reason, this leads Magneto to create the Grim Reaper identity for Pietro.

This is one of the moments where the sequence of events feels less thought out and more arbitrary to hit an iconic thing.

Somehow in separate timelines Ultron and Magneto create the same Grim Reaper costume and equipment for different overly clingy brothers.

Then in what would have been issue 53, where Magneto pit the Avengers against the X-Men. Instead of both Wanda and Pietro being with Magneto, only Pietro is.

Magneto tries to kill Wanda, Pietro sacrifices himself to save her, and a supremely pissed Wanda makes Magneto blow up.

In the aftermath, Wonder Man proposes to Wanda and they get married.

Aww.

This is the only Wanda/Simon ship I accept. I can’t buy them as a couple otherwise because Byrne tried to shove them together while Wanda was grieving her husband being disassembled by the government.

Anyway. That’s the entire first half of the issue, summarizing through the issues between 9 and 58 so the rest of the book can slow down and just look at how everything discussed impacts Vision’s introduction.

The big thing is that since Wonder Man never died, there was no spare tape of his brain laying around Pym’s lab for Ultron to steal.

Without one readily at hand, the evil and impulsive robot dismisses the idea that anyone else get to move into this cool new robot he built.

Things then start how they did but then diverge sharply.

VisionUltron attacks Wasp but then passes out for mysterious reasons.

Hank and Jan takes the unconscious Vision to Avengers Mansion where he reactivates and starts whupping all their asses. Thor, Iron Man, and Captain America show up and also get their asses whupped.

Hank puts two and two together from this mysterious robot calling him daddy and runs off from the battle to finally un-retire and suit up as Ant-Man.

VisionUltron realizes the people he beat up keep getting back up again and fists Wonder Man in the heart.

Thor and Iron Man abandon battle to try and save Wonder Man’s life. And thankfully, Ant-Man shows up with thousands of ants.

While the ants distract VisionUltron, Hank takes a fantastic journey inside and unplugs Vision’s brain.

Alas, the battle is won but Simon is lost. Perfectly Normal Doctor Donald Blake showing up isn’t enough to save him.

But Hank has an idea.

Hank makes a recording of Simon’s brain patterns while he’s still alive and puts them in the vacant Vision body.

And a heroic Vision, based on the brain patterns of Simon Williams and married to the Scarlet Witch, joins the Avengers.

Like Pietro becoming Grim Reaper, this feels like a major “in spite of a nail” moment.

And I’m much more okay with it here than with the Grim Reaper thing.

It feels like an example of everything turning out the same despite major changes but it’s not. Not quite.

This Vision is not the Vision we know. Where Simon’s brain recording was just used as a framework to build a mind.

This is Simon. It’s Simon or a mental clone of him, anyway, poured into a full body prosthetic.

He’s going to have his own angsts and dramas and feelings about that, not just go through the motions of Vision’s.

For example, he’s already married to Wanda. He won’t have to go through an arc where he thinks he can’t love and acts all moody about it.

Just like Simon’s first survival, this second one is another huge change that’s going to send ripples throughout a huge swathe of issues.

I would love a sequel to this What If? that skimmed through another bunch of comics to explore what would change.

Will Eric become the second Grim Reaper in this timeline, furious at the Avengers for turning his brother into a robot?

We’re not going to get a Wonder Man zombie arc!

Will Beast still become besties with Simon?

Does some part of Ultron still exist within Vision’s brain?

Mantis probably isn’t showing up. Swordsman died.

Magneto and Quicksilver are dead!

Hank and Janet’s relationship is probably solid!

So many things are different now!

What Ifs don’t usually get follow-ups. I’m bummed.

You can probably guess from my excitement but this is my favorite of the What Ifs I’ve covered so far.

#What If?#the comic #Wonder Man #the Vision #even an android can cry

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🎯 【ｍａｄ，　ｂａｄ，　ａｎｄ　ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ　ｔｏ　ｋｎｏｗ．】

･ﾟ Is that SURACHAI “DARTBOARD” KATHALIPATRASAMIT? A SENIOR originally from MANHATTAN, NY, USA, by way of BANGKOK, THAILAND, they decided to come to Ogden College to study BUSINESS and minor in MARKETING. They’re THE MISCREANT on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

[content warnings for references to drug use, mental illness.]

･ﾟ introducing...

dartboard.

full name surachai kathalipatrasamit; meaning: "celestial victory"

nicknames dartboard (the go-to. in thai culture, people call each other by their nicknames), chai (the wOoOorst nickname to call him unless you're cara morrison), [insert epithet here], [redacted]

age 23

d.o.b. january 1, 2000 (the y2k baby, baby)

p.o.b. bangkok, Thailand

zodiac capricorn sun, scorpio moon, sagittarius rising / year of the naga

family thiraphong (pôr/father), intira (mâe/mother), hathaikan (step-mother), latda (younger step-sister)

pets two cats

ethnicity thai

nationality dual citizen american/thai

height 5'9" / 175 cm

hair color black

eye color dark brown

tattoos sak yant tattoos on his back and shoulders, inscribed holy scriptures and nagas

piercings earrings, eyebrow ring (he takes it on and off)

style greaser-esque, modern blend of punk, alternative, & business (think syndicate style), wears prescription glasses, enjoys jewelry such as necklaces and rings

gender cis man

pronouns he/him

sexuality opportunistic (demiromantic bisexual)

religion spiritual (mix of satsana phi and syncretized thai buddhism)

languages central thai, english, mandarin chinese, khmer

year senior

major business

minor marketing

extracurriculars none (because no one wants a bad reputation)

clubs none (read above)

occupation just a hard-working full-time student, nothing else, officer

businesses [redacted]

mbti tbd.

enneagream 8w7

moral alignment tbd.

traits bold, loyal, persevering, fatalistic, judgmental, distrusting, patient, unpredictable, vexing, confident, perceptive, provocative, articulate, enticing, & unhinged

quirks loves to dare/challenge/test people's limits/loyalties, interested in seeing how fate unfolds, gives specialized nicknames at random, and never seems to be warm enough

hobbies collecting things, watching films, reading classic literature, long drives on his motorcycle, going to underground sex clubs, tbd. & minecraft

skills polyglotism, lockpicking, hotwiring, sleight of hand, tinkering with electronics, fast texter, driving (cars and motorcycles), rapid and accurate mental mathetics, reading people (doesn't care to do it when someone's so fake, it's like yeah ok do your thing), muay thai, lying, & aptitude with knives/short-range firearms, playing the guitar

likes spicy food, magic tricks, guay teow, darts, card games, fincher movies, warm weather, astrological readings (for fun, he doesn't actually believe in western astrology), actually quiet cafes to read, fragrant incense, & tbd.

dislikes pretension, uniforms, social media, the cold, traffic jams, sad songs on acoustic guitar, & fast fashion

vices drinking, smoking, drugs, sex, & violent outbursts

aesthetics tbd.

･ﾟ an overview on...

the miscreant.

･ﾟ an abstract of...

the fatalist, then let me be evil, anti-villain, noble demon, troubled (but cute), sarcastic devotee, jade-colored glasses, villainous valor, freudian excuse, & i want my beloved to be happy.

･ﾟ synonymous with...

richard iii (richard iii), lucifer (paradise lost), lucifer (lucifer [tv]), heathcliff (wuthering heights), horatio (hamlet), scarlet witch (mcu), griffith (beserk), megamind (yeah fr, from megamind), tommy shelby (peaky blinders), jordan belfort (the wolf of wall street), crowley (good omens), crowley (supernatural), achilles (the illiad), goro majima (yakuza series), KENTA (wrestler), & rust cohle (true detective).

･ﾟ relationship to Ogden College...

On campus, Surachai is public enemy #1 (to the ones who care about that sort of thing). Perhaps he would've been even more infamous if he hadn't been absent from social functions for most of his years at Ogden, checking in and out of rehab, as the rumors say. Word travels fast around Ogden, faster if you're not there to wave off the gossip. While Surachai was away, the faceless masses unearthed the skeletons in his closet for macabre sightseeing. Now it's public knowledge how Surachai's had a hard past revolving around drugs that even led to a criminal record when he was a minor. You'd think the Miscreant would run off to a new school, reinvent himself, and hide his sins. However, when made out to be the morality tale of "don't end up like him," Surachai has embraced the bad press. If he's the Miscreant, the worst of the worst, the monster they've all made him out to be, he'll be the best damn devil on your shoulder.

･ﾟrelationship to Greer...

"She and I used to be friends. We drifted apart, but that's life." Surachai would tell you, and you'd likely agree with him. It makes sense; the Golden Girl wouldn't associate with the Miscreant of Ogden College. But the truth is always stranger than fiction, and the shadow is always on the heels of the light. If Surachai goes by Dartboard, then Greer Morrison is his bullseye. He is her ride-or-die, her closest friend and confidant, who she can trust to keep his mouth shut. Since he was five years old, Surachai has been by Greer's side, and the two grew up together. They had a "public" falling out when Surachai went to rehab for the first time, but privately, they continued their close and intense friendship. She told him everything, and Surachai repeated nothing. While Surachai is no longer in the limelight with the Golden Girl due to his scandalous past and her keeping up appearances, he was her unfailing chaperone whenever Greer was in the mood to freefall in the dark. They were practically partners in crime. Before she was Golden, she was Greer. Only a few people knew about it, and fewer speak of it. Surachai would rather cut off his tongue than spill her secrets, even when peeling off the Golden Girl's shiny veneer could save everyone from the mysterious G. Over-protective? Yes. Psychotic? Maybe. You'd be for the person who has your heart.

･ﾟa thesis on his background...

[redacted. case file must have clearance to open.]

･ﾟa deep dive on his methodology...

[redacted. case file must have clearance to open.]

･ﾟa treatise on...

his connections.

in deep details with the devil.

every budding empire needs people. surachai's a man with big, big ambitions. whether or not you believe in his means, you will be paid handsomely in the end. so what say you, faust? shall we become legends? —FILLED by [redacted & redacted.]

business doing pleasure with you.

if you want to traverse the underground party scene, you need a guide who knows the labyrinthian alleyways like the back of his hand. but rolling with surachai doesn't come easy, and he truly wonders if you can chase the greatest high. (platonic; multiple spots)

hades & persephone.

welcome to the underworld, persephone; sorry you're stuck here for a while. look away from the blood, and keep your head up to the stars that shine on these dark nights. you shouldn't worry; it's all temporary. no matter how alluring, don't indulge, and soon you'll see the light. — FILLED by [redacted]

i'm the one to beat, yeah.

every story is a truth fabricated, and surachai is a man made of stories. he just doesn't want to tell them. information about the golden girl and the sordid pasts of the rich and (in)famous are all buried in his mind. how dirty will your hands get digging up his skeletons? and can you do it before the undertaker arrives? (antagonistic)

russian roulette is not the same without a gun.

the world's greatest bluffing game, table for two. surachai loves to challenge people, and not many can overcome his trials. except you. you're a card shark worthy of your chips, who always sees his bet, and sometimes ups the ante. this game only has one ending. will you hold, or will you fold? —FILLED by [redacted]

i can be yuor devil if yuo'll be my angle.

surachai is no stranger to flings but keeps his heart locked for his one and only. for all the tempting he does to others, he's conversely disinterested in moving on from his beloved. so he lurks in the shadows, a recluse holding his heart close to his chest. after all, who could love a monster? —FILLED by [redacted]

& more tbd.

･ﾟa discussion with...

the man himself.

“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”

Surachai is seated at a cafe, an off-campus favorite of his, and the two of you await your drinks. Since entering the sleek establishment, there are eyes on the two of you, tense like a coiled spring. “That’s one hell of a leading question, ain’t it?” The young man says, rolling a quarter across his knuckles. “Why would I?” He chuckles, relaxing in his seat. Somehow, the room seems to sigh in relief. “I don’t even know what she’s up to. We don’t hang out as much as we did back in the day, but that’s part of college.” He says, opening up his arms in a vague imitation of a ‘ta-daa.’ The drinks arrive, and he salutes the wait staff with a two-fingered swooping off his brow. They gulp and skitter away. Unfazed, Surachai sips at his clear beverage.

“I think you’re best off asking someone who keeps her in their phone.” He shrugs toward the black iPhone out on the table.

“I don’t have her number and hate to break it to you, but you don’t have your guy.”

since i cannot prove a lover—i am determined to prove a villain.

credits: i, ii, iii

#╰・⁂ ⠀ ⋆ ⠀ 𝐨𝐨𝐜 ⠀ 、 ⠀ intro.#ogdenintro

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