𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.

[scarletvein]

moving wanda over to @livingprophecy for the time being bc i miss writing her and its really hard for me to juggle two blogs rn!!

[thorodinsson]

Stephen & Wanda + Astral Projection

[scarletvein]

damnaticmemoriae​   )   amy. 

* @scarletvein​ sent “ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.” 

amy looked up at the woman. she didn’t really talk about much, not about anything personal. and now she’s being asked by an avenger who’d gone through much worse than her if she wanted to. “if you were in my place would you want to talk about it?”

     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 sympathetic smile on her face. oh, how wanda knows the feeling of not wanting to share the vast sea of her pain.   “no. i also know that you could do a great deal of help if you did.”   she has no idea where this calmness comes from;   she’s so used to being in the other’s position.   (she’s part of SOMETHING BIGGER now).      “would it be easier to… show me? the memory?”   she doesn’t offer her powers out to most people — this was new for her too.

[alinaastarkov]

I’m a twin. I had a brother. His name was... Pietro Insp.

[scarletvein]

angerbuilt​   )   delanie. 

“it doesn’t feel that way.” 

it doesn’t feel like she’ll ever get out of this. she doesn’t feel like she’ll ever get through this. she sighs quietly, hand moving to run through her hair, giving the back of it a gentle tug. teeth press against her lower lip and she ducks her head, hands gently rubbing over her legs. all she’s done is run, she’s been running for almost her entire life and she’s so tired. she’s exhausted. 

“i feel like i’m running out of time. out of steam.” 

     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 feeling all too well — the drowning feeling that refused to let go, simply wanting to give in, because it would just be easier.   (she remembers the months following pietro’s death like they were yesterday).   wanda reaches forward, hand going to delanie’s knee, careful to avoid pushing and pulling at both their minds.   “i understand how hard it is. but you are not meant to give up, NOT LIKE THIS.”   she wishes she could give the other the peace they both sought.   “you don’t have to survive alone. you can start living.”

[theavengers]

Age of Ultron (2015) dir. Joss Whedon

[scarletvein]

visionhe​   )   vision. 

❛    you’ve been quiet this evening,  are you alright  ?   ❜

     “𝐇𝐌𝐌?”   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, looking up from her plate.   “oh — my apologies, i — ”   her mind is elsewhere, as usual.   “i’m okay.”      (she’s had sokovia on repeat behind her eyes for weeks).      “i don’t mean to worry you.”

[meg-ikarp]

walk through the decades with wanda maximoff!

[scarletvein]

magneticvein   )   abba. 

       ERIK REMAINS WHERE HE’S standing, hands by his side. brows furrow and yet, his fingers don’t even twitch as he crosses his arms over his chest. this is what she needed to hear. whether it was difficult for her or not, he could care less. right now, she didn’t need comfort. she needed to feel something, anything, besides fear.he’s not going to preach MUTANT AND PROUD. those are mystique’s words, not his, but the message holds prominent significance in the particular moment. fear of the unknown is common and if there’s anything he learned about his granddaughter in the time that she’s spent with him so far, it’s that she feels everything as strongly as he does. while erik hasn’t seen any of the damage she’s done firsthand, fear and frustration were not going to help her powers under control. his anger nearly got him killed, IT HURT PEOPLE. charles, specifically, and natalya and marya paid their price for it as well. “i didn’t ask for my powers either. i learned to live with them and you’re going to have to learn the same thing.” maybe not the way he learned… thoughts of shaw still managed to make his blood boil and that man had been dead for nearly forty years now. perhaps the world may not be same as it was then, and people were learning tolerance ( was that the right word? ) but that didn’t make life any less CRUEL. the flash of anger in his eyes intensifies at the mention of agatha. “the first step is accepting yourself and if you can’t do that, then maybe you deserve to have your powers TAKEN AWAY. if that’s what you claim to want, why didn’t you let her? would it have been better that way?” and without missing a beat, he adds, “i tried fitting in. it never worked out.”

     𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 more coming from him than it ever would anyone else. the flash of anger in his eyes is nothing compared to what she feels emanating off of him;   unfortunately for him, wanda is stubborn, and she won’t back down from his anger.   as much as it terrifies her.   /   AS MUCH AS SHE HATES HER OWN ANGER.  she only wanted a chance to live a life with pietro. now she lives in a world where she’s angry at her only remaining family.   “no, the difference between us is i wouldn’t have them if not for hydra. pietro and i would be together, he would be alive!”   that’s what all this comes back to, isn’t it?   (you’ll always end up alone, wanda, no matter how hard you fight).   agnes showed her those memories, the power she had even at ten years old, and how the mindstone woke them up. but it was the trigger;   would things have been DIFFERENT without it? or was this simply FATE?   “i would think you’d favor that too, seeing as he was your grandson. but you weren’t there to save him, and neither was i, and now he’s gone and — ”   wanda feels sick.   (she doesn’t blame erik for pietro’s death, she doesn’t know why she says it).   she shakes her head, forcing herself to move on. and erik’s words are like bullets still;   she has to fight the dizzy feeling, the scream in her mind to run.   “agatha would have done worse. I COULDN’T LET HER.”   ah, always the hero, aren’t you? trying to help the people who call you a terrorist, a monster. maybe he’s right — she didn’t deserve these powers.  “when has this ever been about deserving? i — i deserved A LIFE, erik! westview was supposed to be that life, he was there with me, i was — ”   happy? no, if she was, she wouldn’t feel so hollow.   westview was the perfect life and it wasn’t right.   /   WHAT THE HELL DO I DO NOW?   “ — i had everything i wanted. and i tortured myself with it, with this magic. if i didn’t have it, i wouldn’t put myself through hell every second of every day!”

[inkmemesarchive]

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

[scarletvein]

fcmilysacrificed​   )   freya. 

              “Whatever your place is in this world is something you will have TO DECIDE for yourself.” Freya understands the feeling of being lost in the world, of having nowhere to go or nobody to turn to – but she also knows how it is to be controlled. For her life not to be her own. And with how powerful but, above all that, incredibly young Wanda is – Freya knows there will be those who will try to take advantage of her, to manipulate and threaten until her will is bent and her spirit is broken. She might not know her well but she will not stand by and watch it happen. “Listen to me: who you are is UP TO YOU. Not me. Not anybody else’s. You. Choose your own path – forge it, if you have to – and never let anyone tell you who you are.”

     𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓, at least for most of her life, she had always been told some purpose or another. her parents wanted her to be brave and selfless, grow up big and strong. hydra told her she was a weapon, pointed her in a direction and let the monster they’d created loose. the avengers said she could help people, use her gift to save the day and not end it. the news calls her a terrorist, the villain of their stories.   WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE HER?   /   what would she want for herself?   wanda shifts uncomfortably, shaking her head. it’s her biggest fear;   being left alone, knowing the severity of the mistakes she could make.   “i’m not quite sure i know who i am.”   she finally says, choosing to be honest rather than dodge the words entirely.   “i am hydra’s creation turned avenger turned criminal, on the run. if i am not to listen to their labels, then I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS LEFT.”   wanda brings the red energy to her fingers, gazing at it for a moment.   “i don’t know what path this leads me down, either.”

[scarletvein]

few quick things:   i’ve added my thread tracker to my pinned post, and slowly but surely i’ll be getting everything in there.   i do run on a queue system, so understand that for the most part everything is thrown in there!   i currently don’t have icons, but i am getting them from briar (highly recommend you check him out here)   soon. for now though, threads are going to be iconless.   i don’t do starter calls or things like that, so if you’d like to interact with me, the best way is going to be through memes. feel free to send as many as you want, or hit up my dms to plot.   there are going to be gifsets of eli/zabeth ols/en on this blog, but only to serve as inspiration for moments from the mcu, as i am mcu focused on not comics based. all gifsets are tagged, to ease with blocking the tag if you don’t want to see her.   that’s all for right now, thank you!

[scarletvein]

didn’t think i’d have shit to say about fatws here but, sokovia didn’t get swallowed up by other nations, it was more than the capital city anyways. wanda was part of the rebuilding efforts herself following ca:cw, and novi grad is near functional again after the 5 years of the snap too! 

[scarletvein]

sorry if you see random re-follows from me, my dash is being buggy. anyways, small activity notice: i should be on here starting tomorrow & saturday! this week was 3 tests back to back and i’m tired as fuck so i wanna get back on here to relax. thank u for your patience!

[scarletvein]

louise has given me fucking psychic damage with that reply i need to lay down i’m just

[scarletvein]

damagedtoysoldier​   )   the soldier. 

there is something in the both of them ,  both of the twins that is , that resonates in the soul that the soldier did not believe he had .   there is something in their eyes ,  something familiar ,   something that scratches in the back of his skull and makes his normally razor sharp focus just a little bit more distant .    (  it’s familiar with the sound of EXPLOSIONS ,    of DAMP EARTH and rattled bones and soul deep FEAR  —-but while he understands the familiarity of it he doe snot understand how )               [ ‘ i don’t wanna be here ,   sarge .     i wanna go home …  i want my ma !   i wanna go home ! ‘ ]       but he cannot explain it ,   the way that it draws a  PROTECTIVENESS  from him that had him snapping at the guards who manhandled the twins too much ,    enough to make him snap at them  .

“ i know . ”    he knew how much she did not want too ,   he knew how much the boy did not want too as well .     but they would both not hesitate to lash out if the other got hurt ,   it was one of the issues that had been discussed when it came to their training ,   was why they were never trained together .             “ but what about those who HURT YOU ? ”       the soldier asks because he KNOWS ,    asks because he saw and he felt the way that the building shook ,   the way that the twins had panicked ,  their parents deaths ,   the weight of rubble weighing down on them as the STARED at the missile that could’ve taken their lives too  ;     with STARK emblazoned down the side .

they are not watching .    it used to surprise him that she knew what was on his mind sometimes even before he did but they had been here a month now doing this and nothing she said or did surprised the soldier anymore .      except her comment about his mind .   his mind was not LOUD .    his mind was ,   at best ,    MUFFLED .     voices and words and even when images took over his mind’s eye it was like being UNDERWATER .        ( MAYBE SHE COULD HEAR HIM SCREAMING ,   THE SOLDIER WHO HAD BEEN CAPTURED .   MAYBE HE HAD NEVER STOPPED )             “ the world is loud . ”    it is busy and complicated and there are variables that cannot be managed no matter how hard you tried .      “ you need to learn to focus past the noise .”

     𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓, wanda managed to distinguish the voices surrounding her, managing to pull herself out of their heads.   the only one she stayed in was pietro’s, and he in hers.   /   IT WAS LIKE THAT BEFORE HER POWERS, THIS WAS JUST ONE STEP FURTHER.   now she only listens when she feels the need to;   the soldier’s thoughts are too loud to ignore, considering she’s felt them first hand.   (BUCKY, GRAB MY HAND! BUCKY!)   it’s like there’s something on the tip of his tongue, memories she couldn’t get to unless she pushed. she wouldn’t do that, not to him. not when some part of her trusts him, clings to the idea that he may keep her safe — wanda thinks she shouldn’t even believe that, either.

     “𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 on the list than survival. i don’t — there’s never going to be a time i could find the one i’d look for. and the rest who’ve hurt me are here.”   she sits amongst her demons, and if she weren’t so terrified of what they’d do to her brother, SHE’D BECOME THEIR MONSTER, put each and every one of them into a nightmare so awful and twisted they’d never be able to claw themselves out.   (it scares her, the part of her that’s willing to do so much evil for him;   she thinks she may already be a monster).  wanda’s hand goes to the locket, the only thing found from her mother after the bombing.   SHE’D WANT A BETTER LIFE FOR US.   /   there’s nothing we can do about that now, is there?

     𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 soldier wasn’t so frustratingly stubborn. she knows what they call him;   an asset, something to be used. a man so focused on compliance couldn’t be shaken.   (it was a good thing too, that they never did that to her).   and she wants to shout:   I CAN HEAR IT ALL.   I CAN HELP.   but she doesn’t know what good it’ll do, speaking to the brick wall of his mind.   “no, pain is loud.”   she almost doesn’t recognize the confidence in her voice as she ignores the one in her head telling her to stop.   “i don’t want to focus past what you are suffering. i — i cannot turn off, this part of me that wants to help, and i am not sure i want to. i don’t want to become something COLD AND UNFEELING.”   she shifts from cross-legged, pulling her knees against her chest.   “if i am meant to be a killer, let me help one person. LET THAT BE YOU.”

[scarletvein]

i would reblog that height comparison meme but every single comparison is just gonna be tiny ass fucking wanda who stands at a solid 5′2″ (157.5 cm) to tall ass people