#wiitcheshex

[penguinpositivity]

@wiitcheshex

[maidenxfthemxuntains]

@wiitcheshex continued from x

Asta knew the signs, she had seen it in the mirror for a while. Having lost her mother and then Asgard, having Loki, Thor and the other Asgardians disappear.. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. Being here for Wanda, helping her through the stump she was in.

Asta felt weird in Midgardian clothes, but she was getting use to it. Playing with hair, and having her hair played with, always helped Asta relax. Once the redhead’s hair was braided, Asta rubbed her back.

“You are welcome. I know you are, I can feel it. I know how you are feeling, but I want you to know that you have me to help pick you up. No matter what, Wanda.”

[loki-god-of-menace]

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As her eyes search the horizon like they did so many times before, when Loki’s words grace her ears, Wanda looks at him curiously and somber. ❛ Why do you say this ? ❜ she wonders. The young witch did not want to assume anything, least of all what the god was thinking.

His comment suddenly echoes in her mind then, and her blood chills. ❛ I don’t believe that you’re damned Loki. I can’t. ❜ Though she knew it was just a mere regard spoken truthfully, she wanted him to know she was there for him even if it was hardly felt.

Loki glanced at Wanda. His eyes reflected an unquestioning, if melancholy, acceptance. “It is... what the Aesir believe.” He explained, his voice a trace rough, “The good - the warriors who perish in glorious battle, the virtuous, the Norns-favored -, ascend to Valhalla when they die. The others...” He managed to restrain a wince at that word. He blinked instead. “are less fortunate. In light of the fact that I am not Ás, I do not foresee any eventuality in which I am favored in death.”

[whatwxsright-a]

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As she lays on her side with closed eyes and bare back to him, a soft sigh escapes her lips. A small smile begins to form, all the while her butterflies continue to flutter in her stomach. Of course he would ask. Steve’s gentle touch against the flecks of scars aligned on her skin made her feel even more vulnerable, though Wanda also couldn’t recall the last time she ever felt so placid. The young witch trusted her captain wholly and completely.

Taking a deep breath, she opens her eyes and readjusts to look at Steve. She presses her rosy lips against his and stays that way for a few passing moments before breaking away, two words spoken in whisper.  ❛ No. Never. ❜

He wasn’t quite sure how long he was laying there, staring at Wanda’s shoulders and the smattering of scars, before reaching out and running his fingers against the raised skin. Steve tried to be as light as he could manage, not wanting to upset her in any way as he touched her. It was why he asked if she wanted her to stop, but when she rolled over and kissed him, it was enough to reassure him. 

“Good,” He murmured right back, a smile tugging at his lips as he slipped his arm around her waist, fingertips running along her spine as his nose brushed against hers. “Because I don’t really want to stop.” Steve teased, somehow perfectly content to lie there with her and run his fingers against her skin.

[forgedasset-a]

                   "I do." An immediate response. Able to see through her facade easier than the others. In this life, they might have spent more time with the little witch, they might have fooled himself into thinking they knew her - but Bucky did know her. Could see through the smiles that she puts forth as a front, how it disappears when there’s no longer attention on her. He recognizes this, reminds him of the front that he puts forward a lot himself, because he doesn’t want to be asked what’s going on in his head, if he’s okay. Prying doesn’t help. He understands it, he knows why she might have tried to avoid this conversation with him, but he still managed to get it out of her, was adamant on doing so. 

Slow breath is exhaled, finger nails rubbing over his stubbled cheek, fingers smoothing over the skin. Highly unlikely she’ll ever be the same. He’d seen them, how close they were. Moving as if they were one, a bond and connection that was felt so deep, he couldn’t imagine how she must have felt the day she lost him. 

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.” Even for the team. Sometimes, the team was weak. Everyone had a front that they put on. Everyone. Because end of the day, they’re all just little broken toy soldiers, used by organizations to do their bidding, to protect civilians, the world. When that was stripped away, and they were left with what haunted their memories? Things like this slip up. One step forward, and he extends his hand forward. “At least, not with me. I don’t get to fill in, I never will. You lost someone important, and... you’ll probably never stop feeling that loss.” Maybe, it was something that should have been kept to himself. He should have lied, told her that she’d get better and this pain was eventually going to go away and she wouldn’t even remember it. That wasn’t the truth, though. And Bucky had the bad tendency of telling the truth, even if it hurt. “But if you ever feel alone, or... not so strong and you need someone. Well, I’m here, anytime you need me. Okay?”

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[agntwells]

Harry Potter au ? (or even a Fantastic Beasts au ) ( basically any timeline during Harry Potter au lol )

@wiitcheshex ;; au ideas 

PROFESSORS. LIZA AND WANDA AS PROFESSORS. I totally see Wanda teaching Charms. Liza teaches ancient runes.

1920s WITCHY GIRLFRIENDS. I will scream about this until the end of forever tbh. Having to be doubly secretive, but they make it work. Being cute and snuggly at home, lowkey adorable out in public.

LOCKING PINKIES BC THEY CAN’T HOLD HANDS. Fuck me up fam.

Both of them working at the Magical Congress, qUIET LUNCH DATES TOGETHER

LIZA’S MOM LOVES WANDA AND WHILE SHE DOESN’T REALLY GET IT, SHE KNOWS THEY’RE HAPPY AND IT’S ALL SHE WANTS FOR THEM.

[sinnhelmingr-a-blog]

@wiitcheshex ll cont.

Pay no mind to the boy on the ground, Valhalla-bound if he had the mind for it. There was no need to panic, to run like the rest of them did. Somehow, all the refugees in waiting avoided her without ever truly looking to her, eyes always avoiding her form. The stranger’s steady gait carried her past the stragglers, past the heroes, into the heart of a city all too close to ruin.

She ought to have started claiming those fallen in the assault. She ought to have done anything. Her uncle and his people could surely use any help they could get, but the woman found herself a tourist in the wreckage. The rubble did not catch the train of her skirt, no matter how it shifted across the stone and brick. Even as the carnage spread on into eternity before her, she carried on, barely mindful that she was approaching some epicenter.

Then, all at once, she was not alone. Careful moments were spent in study of the girl before her, the center of whatever storm had passed through. Hadn’t everyone been cleared from the area by now? The other being might have made some move towards, had she not been distracted.

If that was even the word for it.

No, her gaze did not falter from the woman before her, one hand grasping towards whatever bucket of bolts sought to accost her. Gripping the machine by its chrome skull, the goddess thoughtlessly crushed it in her grip. It felt so strange, the violence in her having atrophied, the strength she was granted as a nonhuman always some curiosity rather than a tool to be used.

She must have heard that, Hel thought, though the scream of metal had been little more than background noise. Dropping the remains of her automaton attacker, she brought her hands to rest before her, head tilting as she continued her study. Owlish, she permitted the object of her fascination the first move.

[maidenxfthemxuntains]

@wiitcheshex​ continued from x

“You’re welcome.” A blush comes to her cheeks as she looks at Wanda. “Nah, not as beautiful as you.”