#wandica

[verified-villain-fxcker]

Okay but what if I wrote a Medieval Wanda x Monica AU jk hahahaha ...... unless???

[aviision-a-blog]

          “ wanda ... love of my life, the stars in my sky, everything i hold       near and dear to my synthetic heart ... i’m afraid i spoke out loud. ”

[stealthsuitofsin]

I s2g I’m here. Need a new icon/avatar/dp/whateveryoucallitontumblr. 

I owe people ;.; I’m sorrrrrryy, ya’ll gonna get it, promise. Make myself a list so I don’t forget:

@techmaestro

@buckybarnesthewintersoldier

@scvietassassin

@wandica (no HAHA, i did it.)

@themetalarmdude (im putting you on here because reasons)

For everyone else there’s Mastercard LIKING THIS POST IF YOU WANT A RANDOM STARTER. 

side note: HEXXXINGS DO I OWE YOU? BTW HOW MANY X’S ARE IN YOUR NAME I CAN NEVER REMEMBER.

[sxlverstreak]

@wandica started following you

“Is there a way to stop jeans from ripping at the thighs? That’s the third pair I lost this week.” She pouted and stuck her finger though the hole to poke her bare thigh for emphasis.

[visixnaryx-archive]

all of the relationship headcanons for vizh and wanda pls

Relationship Headcanons // Accepting

💖 for a headcanon about my muse’s relationship with them

The general consensus amongst the rest of the Avengers is that these two are sickening. Too sugary sweet for these fuckers. They have the nerve to take naps out in the open. Either Wanda is asleep on Vision or they’re both asleep somewhere when it gets to that point in Vision’s sleep cycle. Get a room, you two. To sleep in. Literally.


💕 for my muse’s first impression of them

If we were to use the very first moment of his existence, in which she was the first person he saw, his impression was a bit complicated. Functioning on instinct rather than rationality, the entire room was a danger to him, but she was the greater threat–he somehow knew that. She was beautiful and small but that delicate frame held such raw power inside of it which would render him useless the moment he even dared approach her.


💬 for a random thing my muse has said to them

“You do, in fact, have whipped cream on your nose,” he tells her, sometime in the future.


💭 for a thought my muse has had about them

I hope this ring is to her liking.


❌ for something my muse will never tell them

Vision is not one to keep anything from Wanda. If there were something he was reluctant to share, she would eventually get him to say it.

[youabandcnedme-blog]

@wandica replied to your post: @wandica replied to your post: ...

all is forgiven. i’m just sad now.

i am too. i’ve been sad since i watched it. but like okay it never verifies if he dies or not? i don’t think so...maybe, maybe not... so maybe i’m lying idk.

[youabandcnedme-blog]

@wandica replied to your post: i just watched hacks.aw riidge and he fucking died...

SPOILERS. RUDE.

ahhhhh !! i’m so sorry asdfghjkl :(

[stealthsuitofsin]

Shield :: Closed

@wandica

Rogers lived smack in the middle of nowhere – a pathetically small town, constantly bombarded by heat, in a house that functioned but beyond that, was nothing to admire. There was clearly an attempt to maintain it, a few jobs around the yard started and near completed, a sprinkler that worked fervently to keep the lawn relatively alive.

The truck in the driveway was coated in dust and mud, clearly it was a work vehicle. Its new gleam hidden and ruined by no attempt from Steve to wash it. He didn’t need too, not today, not when he had two more days of labour off in the middle of what could equate to a desert.

He was asleep when two black SUVs pulled up to the sidewalk. A familiar face getting out of the first and instructing the rest of the group to wait. Director Fury, an analytical scowl on his face as he approached the building and pulled the screen door open, knocking loudly and waiting. 

Steve groaned, instantly awake at the first knock. He opened his eyes and cursed his luck, glancing down at the floor where a few beer bottles lay. He stood slowly, hearing another, far more persistent knock as he stumbled away from the couch. The faintest of headaches was beginning to rise up, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until it turned into a migraine.

He opened the door and his scowl deepened, meeting the glare of Fury.

“Oh,” Steve began, mood continuing to sour. “Whatever it is, no.”

“Rogers-“

“No.” Steve reiterated, demeanor changing from annoyed to angry. “Take whatever mission it is and shove it-“

The door to the other SUV opened, an agent getting out, followed by a girl. She was a lithe little thing, with long brown hair and fair skin. 

The ex-Avenger faltered, anger giving way to confusion and concern. He looked at Fury quickly.

He knew that look.

“No,” Steve said lowering his voice as his gaze shifted from the Director to the girl briefly. “Whatever it is, no.” 

Fury gritted his teeth. His voice a harsh whisper. “They killed her family Steve, and they’re going to kill her. You can protect her, and no one knows you’re here.”

“You do,” he countered hotly, but he was already losing the argument. “I can’t protect her, I’m not-”

Not what? Not an avenger? Steve knew he looked washed up, scruff on his face, a house he was slowly fixing up, only partly working because he was too busy drinking. He wasn’t hiding his bitterness, he didn’t have his shield, didn’t have any equipment, all he had was a house that rattled too much in the wind, a truck that looked like he had drove it through a pile of shit and enough alcohol tucked away to drown Hulk.

Fury cut him off, shoving a small bag in his hand which was rounded like a disc. Steve glowered at it and the man. There was only one thing that could be in that bag. 

“Do it for her.” The spy insisted, “her name is Wanda Maximoff, and she needs your shield.”

The Director turned, waving to the agent guarding Wanda. He turned his attention back to Steve. “Almost as much as you do.” 

It was a quick introduction between the two, Steve refusing to let any of the agents inside. He stood in the doorway, gaze falling onto the little girl they had given him. Fury’s words still floated in his head as his focus changed from Wanda to the SUVs that were pulling away.

Wanda, this is Steve. He’s going to be looking after you for a little while.

He looked back at her, holding the screen door open as he moved to let her inside. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”