#଼⠀ ݁⠀✴︎〝 𝐈 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀

[hexsreality]

☽◯☾┄─ @nightvow || ᵇʳᵘᶜᵉ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

"Old? I'm not exactly young myself. I'm in my thirties. As for your baggage, I'm well aware, and I don't care."

[hexsreality]

"I suppose, but I wouldn't have come if it wasn't something dire. The apocalypse is coming, and we need your help." 

" my own reflection is moving faster than i am today. i feel like we could've settled this over a crystal ball call. " no roaming charges applied. | @hexsreality.

[hexsrealityarchived2]

tag dump (3 of ???)

[hexsreality]

@doomedwarlock inquired: “ ⛓ ” // an au? Some weird (eldritch?) magic contract?

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda Maximoff hadn't expected an arranged marriage in her lifetime, but there was a first time for everything. The magic community had voted without Wanda's knowledge, or consent, to arrange a marriage between her and another powerful member of it to protect her from Chthon and his cultists. She was furious about this whole arrangement with a man she'd never even met and who never bothered to attend any gatherings. Another thing Wanda was upset about was she didn't need to be protected by this stranger when she could protect herself.

She stood before a full-length mirror, staring at herself in the mirror, to be met with the sight of herself in her wedding dress. She wore a scarlet wedding dress instead of a white one, with gold jewelry to contrast it. Wanda reached up to adjust the necklace around her neck for the third time, indicating that she was nervous to go through with the impromptu wedding. Sighing heavily in defeat, she stepped away from the mirror, ready to face this challenge. Wanda clutched her hands together for a brief moment before exiting the room to a narrow corridor. She reached the end of the corridor to a set of heavy double doors that she reached for the door knobs, pulling it open to be greeted by the sight of the various guests that turned to look toward the bride. Wanda's violet eyes were locked on the one person who did not turn to look at her, whose back faced her instead. Her soon-to-be husband. Wanda made her way through the crowd of people, she didn't take her eyes off him until they were standing side by side.

[hexsreality]

@mad-hunts inquired: 🐾 (boop!!)

Send 🐾 to boop my muse! ⤷ Accepting!

Barton caught her off guard by pressing the tip of his index finger onto the tip of Wanda's nose. She giggled as he said boop after he moved his finger from the tip of her nose. Wanda leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. Her violet eyes stared into his, a look of adoration and love reflected at her. A smile formed on her ruby lips as she brought her hand up to press the tip of her thin index finger into the tip of his nose. "Boop."

She laughed as she pulled away to rise to her feet.  She looked over her shoulder at Barton in her usual mischievous way. 'Come and get me.' Wanda smirked before turning her head to walk down the hall leisurely. She knew it was only a matter of time before Barton came after her and took her into his arms for an embrace and kisses. 

[hexsreality]

"It's the perfect spot to get away from the hustle and bustle of the chaos you have upstairs." Wanda pointed a long index finger to the roof of the archive, which was below the office space of the officers. She did like the dead silence this room had to offer, if she had to come back to do business with the GCPD, she would come down here for some peace and quiet. "Surely that's why you're down here, right? Needed peace and quiet."

☽◯☾┄─ @potestmagice || ʲⁱᵐ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

Jim chuckled in response. "Seems like half the GCPD forgets there's a whole floor beneath their feet most of the time. But hey," he tapped a calloused finger against a brown file folder, "less interruptions mean you get more digging done, right?"

[hexsreality]

@hiredassault inquired: What sound does a witches vehicle make?

BROOM BROOM

Unprompted Asks ⤷Always Accepting!

A soft laugh erupted from within Wanda as she shook her head softly. "Were you saving that one just for me? I like it, actually."

[hexsreality]

@nightvow inquired: “I promise I’ll stay on my side of the bed.”

Classic Trope Starters -- Bed Sharing ⤷ Accepting!

Wanda pursed her lips at Bruce's promise to stay on his side of the bed, but she decided not to say anything on the matter. With the snap of her fingers, her costume morphed into a black slip nightgown through the use of her magic. She pulled the covers out to sit on the mattress until she turned to look at Bruce once again. "Do you want to change? I don't think the Bat suit is comfortable to sleep in." She pointed a thin and bony finger at the bat logo on his chest, but she suspected he was probably going to sleep in it. 

[hexsreality]

☽◯☾┄─ @nightvow || ᵇʳᵘᶜᵉ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

Honestly, Wanda had suspected Batman would've shot down her request for his company until she fell asleep. He was always so serious that she didn't think he possessed a gentler side. She was banged up from the battle against Darkseid that she had to remain in the infirmary until she was able to recover. Her right arm was in a sling and almost the entirety of the right half of her face was bandaged, and her right eye was covered up. Her violet eye looked at Bruce with a newfound wonder and respect for him, he wasn't as bad as she had believed him to be. "I don't need anything, but could you hold my hand until I fall asleep?"

[hexsreality]

"I would gladly take any off your hands, just give me a call, and I'll be there before you know it." She couldn't imagine how Clark would be able to handle something like an idol used in demonic worship, nor would he have the proper training to remove it and cleanse his space so dark energy wouldn't linger. Wanda hadn't expected Clark to come into contact with haunted items, it seemed more like an occurrence for Madame Xanadu or Zatanna instead of the day job of the man of steel. Then again, he was a reporter, and as he said, needed to make the public aware of haunted and occasionally dangerous objects.

"It seems difficult to have to write an article about yourself without being biased. I'm glad it didn't make you arrogant, I do like the kind, gentleman that you are. I would love to try some of those waffles and to have some coffee with you." Wanda smiled softly with a nod, as she linked her arm with his, placing her small hand on his forearm. She walked side by side with him as she stared into his azure eyes, completely mesmerized by their beauty.

☽◯☾┄─ @svpe || ᶜˡᵃʳᵏ (ᶜᵒⁿᵗ.)

"Collecting haunted items? I'll know who to go to the next time I stumble across one." A comedic frown creased his forehead. "Which is surprisingly often, even in my day job. I suppose that's the life of a reporter. Investigating what we think the public should know about and making sure we report the truth, even if it is magical and out of this world."

A small, almost sheepish grin spread across his face. "And also writing a surprising amount of articles about myself. It's definitely a good job. Keeps me grounded and connected with what's happening in the world in a way Superman can't. And speaking of knowing about the world, I know a lovely little coffee shop not too far from here. The best waffles I've ever had." He offered his arm out for her to loop through. "Shall we?"

[hexsreality]

@emeraldbuilt inquired: ❛ i could really go for a hot chocolate right now. ❜

&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ⤷ Accepting!!

“A hot chocolate sounds delicious,” Wanda nodded in agreement as she took out the cigarette that was clenched between her teeth to take a long drag of it. The last time Wanda remembered having a hot chocolate was in February when it was still cold outside. She had one by herself, but now that she wasn't alone it would be more enjoyable with some company. "Do you want to come over to my apartment to have some? Or one from a café?"

Regardless of which one he chose, Wanda was just happy she was going to get to spend time with John. The moments they got to spend time together off duty, Wanda cherished it. 

[hexsreality]

@nightvow inquired: "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “

    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  . ⤷ Accepting!!

That cheeky grin on Bruce Wayne's face should've been irritating because it was all for show, yet Wanda was still enamored by it. She did feel some parts of him were curious about Wanda's answer. A smirk graced her ruby lips, two can play at this. "An opportunity to smash Bruce Wayne? I absolutely would smash."

[hexsreality]

and drum roll, please... 🥁 barton humbly insists that wanda's beauty is off the charts and definitely exceeds the 1-10 scale <33

How Hot Is My Muse? Rate them 1-10 for their response! ⤷ Accepting!

Wanda said nothing, instead, she extended both arms to grab Barton by both cheeks. She began to pepper both his cheeks and his lips with kisses of gratitude. "You're too sweet to me, my darling." She murmured softly between the kisses.

[hexsreality]

"Wanda isn't here," a demonic voice had emerged from within Wanda, it sneered at John, reveling in the Green Lantern's confusion. The elder god of chaos had woken up from his slumber within the confines of Wanda's mind, acting as a prison to contain the entity. He rattled the cage long enough and overcame his host to take control of her body, intent on bringing chaos and darkness to the realm.

Her elongated nails had grown twice their size, the sharpened ends piercing his skin, drawing tiny droplets of blood. Her lips curved upward to form a wicked grin that showed her now long and sharp canines. The being had begun to morph Wanda's appearance to fit his preferred appearance for her, with horns and bat wings spontaneously growing out. "I am Chthon, and I will unleash chaos, mortal."

Magic was a terrifying force. Green Lanterns always said that anything was possible through the ring. Well, the same could be said for mystical forces with devastating results and with less control at times. He'd always freely voiced this discomfort with Wanda but somehow his discomfort was eased with her. But now it was like the hairs at the back of his neck were standing up.

@Hexsreality forced John's chin down to look at her hardened features. The pupil's began to bleed out into the rest of Wanda's eyes, enveloping it in darkness. 

As her eyes turned a sensation of concern rushed to the front of his mind. First instinct was to pull away but her grip compelled him to remain still. Worried that stopping this when she was in the middle of whatever was happening now would cause problems.

"Wanda WHAT IS THIS."

GRASP MEME. ACCEPTING.

[hexsreality]

@nightvow inquired:🌸

Send 🌸 to give my muse a single flower and see their reaction! ⤷ Accepting!!

It was late, most had retired to bed, while others went back to their respective homes to get some rest. Not Wanda, she didn't really have a place to call home anymore, so the Watchtower was as close as it was going to get. She sat alone at a table in the dining quarters with a freshly brewed cup of coffee resting between her hands. Wanda sighed heavily as she stared out the window to stare at the vastness of space, her violet eyes shifting to look at the countless stars before her. 

So deep in thought that she was that she hadn't noticed Batman standing in front of her, nor had she sensed his presence immediately. When she did, she jolted, turning her head swiftly, rising out of her seating quickly that she spilled the hot coffee on her hands. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest from the surprise he gave her, and shaking her hands to get the scalding liquid off her hands. Before she could even say anything, Batman had pulled out a rose from behind his back. Wanda's eyes widened as she stared at the flower offered to her, then at the man's partially covered face. "It's beautiful," She finally uttered softly as she reached out a trembling hand to take the rose from Batman.       

[hexsreality]

📜

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. ⤷ Accepting!

Wanda: Am I in trouble? John: Take a guess. Wanda: No? John: Take another guess.

Wanda: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen! John: Really? Name one law Wanda: Don't kill people? John: That's on me. I set the bar too low.