#chaoticwitchery

[altraviolet]

Hi!!! I got my prints today and I actually screamed when I opened them! I was so excited!! I love the echo garden and your writing style so much!! 🖤🖤

Hi! Yay! I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for letting me know. Enjoy! 🎉

[abigailinc]

Happy birthday!! 🎉

!!!!!!!! i love u

[facethepast]

His knuckles hover all but a few inches from the white-painted wood grain of the apartment door. He doesn’t want to set her on edge, can only imagine (no, he knows) what toll the past month or so has taken on her ability to trust teammates who were only just beginning to fall away from the shackles of strangers. 

He’d have called if he didn’t feel this sort of thing required a bit more of a personal effort.

     “Wanda...?” He knocks, only twice. Silence is the only answer he gets. “It’s Bucky....”

[fallenfrom-asea-ofdiamonds-blog]

amazonite, lapis lazuli

Amazonite: what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

☆~Star is far too sweet to ever be dishonest, at least in the sense with the attempt to harm or trick with any sort of malice intended. She can however be so but only when her intent is meant with good intention in her heart. Like keeping a surprise party/present a secret.

Lapis Lazuli: where ‘home’ is to my muse

☆~Already answered for the time being! :3

[waspstings]

wanda :)

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔(hoping for a romantic relationship)

[syntheticallysentient]

~*wanda*~ /rolls away

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL:  💗💗💗 (how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: (wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: (hoping for a romantic relationship)

[ofsokoviansilver-blog]

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I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you (if we weren’t related). | I would fight by your side and for you. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you on the head, the cheek, etc. | I would sleep beside you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you until my dying breath and then some. | I would fall in love with you (already in love with you because you’re my sister and you’re also badass). | I would kill for you. | I respect you. | you are my only family ever. | I don’t know you.

[starkprotocol]

Cognitive Recalibration || Tony, Clint & Wanda

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     Mark 39′s flight trajectory righted itself to one that was stable, no longer plummeting but majestically surging upwards in a manner which was comfortable, hovering in mid air as its jets effortlessly blazed to life as if the past few seconds of fear hadn’t happened whatsoever. The same couldn’t quite be said about its precious contents as a heavy groan escapes the man with each shuddering gasp that draws out retched breath. Despite the earpieces that the teammates shared for the mission, Clint’s voice was growing increasingly distant as an azure haze washed over Tony, his hastily blinking eyes momentarily wrestling away from the vibrancy of the HUD to one that was dim in comparison. Thoughts of irrationality and confusion seeping into existence, coming through in waves, each more devastating than the last in conclusion of the trickery of Thanos’s gauntlet. Regardless of the armoured hero’s efforts to affront the endeavours with focused cogitations of a wide variety, the futility of it all crashes into the inventor in one swift blow.

     He can feel himself slipping in a toxic miasma. Each ripple of mind altering stream permeating through flesh and bone, trickling up through woefully receptive veins. A sensation which causes for the engineer to experience a chill traversing his form, painful and icy energy coursing through tender sinews which scream in retaliation. And yet, it isn’t enough as the flow bypasses vital organs within him to reach the point of its primary goal. Susceptible cerebral conflict shifting to sheer relaxation as negative thoughts of disorder shatter and meander into complete dissipation. One notion alone overwhelming the man into letting a sly smirk twitch into place within the frame of dark angular facial hair. The suit of armour visibly turns in the sky, the visor angling downwards in a predatory fashion to poise upon the fallen archer in the distance. One aim blossoming with the swift click of miniature missiles unsheathing themselves from panels within his shoulders. Eradicate.

               “GOT SOMEWHERE YOU NEED TO BE, CIRCUS BOY?”