#Wanda Maximoff open starters

[goodcryunicorn]

Wanda Maximoff // OPEN

who: Wanda Maximoff when: unknown where: Barton's farm open to: anyone triggers: none image triggers: none blog: @goodcryunicorn1

Wanda walked out of Barton’s farm as she watched Lucky jumping from one side to another after Lila and Cooper with a smile, she loved living with Hawkeye, things were so calm and relaxing around. “You know, I would love to own a place like this one day with my own children.”

[wandalock]

《-♤ Open Starter/Character Intro! Feel free to interact. Long post, more under the cut!

Smoke and mist made way for Wanda Maximoff. At least a Wanda Maximoff, a taller one, a more brooding one... a Wanda unknown to the delves of all life. She cracked her fingers and spine into place as she stood to her full height, somewhere around six foot. She was barefoot, and terribly gangly for somebody of her height. She groaned, like the creaking of old, musty floorboards.

Every single bone within her body seemed to snap into place until she stood in a proper posture. Green eyes scanned the space around her before she smiled, teeth just slightly sharper and cleaner than normal for a regular person.

She smiled, "Good day to you!" She exclaimed with an all to excited wave, showing off a big, toothy grin that was completely out of character for...most Wandas, really.

"I believe you know my name already... but I hope we can all get along," she paused, clearing her throat, "Friends are hard to come across nowadays, after all...."

Something was not right with this Wanda.

[boundless-iridescence]

Open Starter | Muse: Wanda

She was tired. She watched the Avengers from the distance, or what was left of them. The world was shifting, changing, for better and worse, and in ways few could control, and she could not longer hold tight to the connection for the stability it once provided. She could not trust their support, not her support for them, in the bitterness she was trying to work though.

And so Wanda found herself mingling amongst the throngs of her other people--mutants, and their many factions. She and her brother had never found their place, rightful and fitting, amongst them, and she still had yet to find a way to exist amongst them the way she wanted, but she had to keep trying. Where else was she meant to be...? Where else was she meant to go?

She...was making her way through New York, draped in the simplistic disguises she could manage with her hair covered under a hood, sunglasses and a surgical mask on. He destination was Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters--neither title was never applicable for her, as she was no longer young, nor had she ever been gifted and instead cursed. But, it was her best option.

She'd heard of the great things, and the diplomatic nature of Charles Xavier, as well as the discreet ways in which he fights for his people. He seemed worth a try. But as she marched her way down the road, she was becoming nervous. What would he know of her? What would any of them now?

She already heard various figures ahead, whether they were students, teachers, or visitors, and she found her feet slowing. And she then felt the prickling sensation, of eyes. She was well attuned to such a feeling.

"Am I trespassing...or are you scared of me...?" she asked, voice soft, if not faintly raspy.

[wanda-chaos-witch]

(General open starter)(AoU Wanda)

Wanda stands in the kitchen of the avengers compound staring at the cereal in her bowl. She seems perplexed.

“If these are fish flavoured I’m going to be a bit upset…” she admits as she hears someone enter the room.

She’s holding a box entitled ‘mermaid cereal’

“American cereals frighten me. And I’ve been through literal torture.”

[rebelliousfamily]

starter call for wanda from the mcu

[mutantmuses]

O P E N

" Please not now, I need five more minutes. "

[egyptroyal]

Whirlwind

Wanda was fully bewildered at the sight before her. It had happened like dominos falling down in real time with her in the middle. A first, in her case, being a bystander.

"Yeesh."

[themultiverseheroines]

Open Halloween Fandom RP (to all fandoms)

"I'm still not sure about this, but here I am," said Wanda as she appears before your muse after agreeing to go to a party with them. "I get you want to go to this party, but do I really need to go? I don't do well with...going out to parties."

Wanda knew in her outfit she won't be recognized, but it didn't mean she was thrilled about going out with people she doesn't know.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

The Psychology of Love and Serial Killers Part One (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: When psychologist, Doctor Wanda Maximoff, is handed a case involving a prolific serial killer and an unknown number of victims, she takes it as a challenge... but is the good doctor in over her head when she realizes they might not be so different after all?

Words: 1324

Warnings: Serial killers, language, talks of death, eventual blood and gore. Like, this is a serial killer reader, babes. Use your own discretion. 18+

A/N: This is part one of god knows how many. We're gonna have a good time. Every chapter after should be longer. This is just a starter.

-X-

The room was dimly lit, the bluish flicker of the projector and a single, softly glowing lamp the only sources of light in the room, their glow casting shadows that danced across Wanda’s face as she stared at the ever-changing images on the screen. She was sat forward in an old, worn chair—hers, or at least the one she’d often claimed for herself when she was contacted for situations like this. Hands steepled beneath her chin, she glanced at the file on the table in front of her; the same one she’d been staring at for the last three days.

Case file: (Y/L/N), (Y/N). Suspect Age: 20s to 30s. Gender: Female. Body Count: 10 (Confirmed), more suspected. All male. Preferred Method: Knife.

The projector whirred. On screen, a grainy black-and-white image showed you—cuffed, expression unreadable, leaning back in a chair like you were lounging at a party instead of being processed at Quantico. The agents were visibly furious by your lack of cooperation as you stared through them, like they were invisible—or not worth your time.

You never spoke a word during intake. Face impassive… cold. Like it was beneath you. Not reacting when one of the agents threw a pen after twenty minutes of silence and stormed out of the room. Not a single flicker of recognition, even as Agent Rumlow’s face was mere inches from yours as he screamed.

Wanda hit rewind, then play.

There it was again—the look. That flicker in your eye. Not defiance. Not boredom. Something… performative. Calculated. Like you were playing a role no one else had quite caught on to. An unspoken taunt as you waited for the next person to give up and storm away.

Another screen showed crime scene photographs. A man—early 40s, priest collar still intact—slumped in front of a marble altar. His eyes had been closed post-mortem. Peaceful, almost reverent… if not for the clean line across his neck, ear to ear, and a black rose petal stuffed into the bloodied line.

Wanda’s throat tightened.

Victim #6: Father Donovan. Location: St. Cecilia’s Cathedral. Means of Death: Single slice across the throat. Time of Death: 3:14 AM.

Wanda reached for the evidence photo again. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she let it out through her nose, eyes scanning every piece of information documented from the crime scenes—all with one common theme.

“Why?” she whispered into the silence of the room. “Why only men?”

Flipping through the photos once more, she chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully as she took in the scenes surrounding the body. Not the men—where they were placed. How clean the scenes had been left. The lack of fury… only showmanship.

“She's not psychotic,” she murmured, more to herself than the recorder on the table. “Not delusional. Too precise. Too... theatrical.”

She clicked open the audio logs next—

[Audio Interview—Day 2]

Agent Barton: “Is there a reason you chose public spaces for the bodies, Ms. (Y/N)? Do they hold some significant meaning to you?

You: silence.

Agent Barton: “Some of them had children. One had a wife.”

You: silence, quiet exhale.

Agent Barton: “You’re not going to talk to me, are you?”

You: silence.

Agent Barton: “Let the record show the suspect has been staring at the same point behind me on the wall for the last thirty minutes… I don’t know what fucking else to do.”

[Audio Interview—Day 10]

Agent Romanoff: “You’ve been here for ten days and not a single person has heard you speak… it’s time to give us something, (Y/N). You don’t want to see what happens when people like you get stuck in general population. We’ve been nice, keeping you separate. That can change.”

You: silence.

Agent Romanoff: “Do you think this is funny, (Y/L/N)? That this is all just one big game?

You: “…are you afraid I think this is a game? Or are you afraid that I’m winning, agent?”

Wanda’s breath hitched at the sound of your voice for the first time, pausing the audio tape. Low. Calm. Confident. Not mocking—a simple question and yet, it made Wanda’s heart pound in her chest for a moment. Like every inflection was handpicked from a dark romance book she’d read in the dark and swear she’d never heard of come morning.

Exhaling softly, she flipped the projector off and stared at the now-darkened screen for a moment. Tomorrow… tomorrow would be her first moments with you. Acting as the bureau’s psychologist in hopes of cracking you open. To learn your secrets and uncover the bodies you’d hidden beneath the bones of your choices. She was meant to profile you—learn every twisted, fucked-up inch of your soul—so she could present it to the agents and lawyers who wanted nothing more than to see you in the chair.

But all she could think was:

“…I want to understand you.”

-X-

The interview room smelled like old paint and disinfectant. It was small—deliberately so. The kind of space designed to strip down defenses. One table, two chairs. A single camera already recording in the corner of the room, the little red light blinking as it pointed at you. You were alone in the room, hands cuffed to the table, feet chained to your chair, but you didn’t flinch. Didn’t say a word, even as the door swung open.

Wanda stepped in slowly, a manila folder clutched loosely in one hand, the other sliding the door shut with a soft click. She was alone, but you both knew there were at least four agents on the other side of the two-way mirror just waiting for you to fuck up.

Her heels were simple and understated, a matte black that seemed befit a psychologist and not a federal liaison meant to pick you apart. Her blouse was a matching black, sleeves rolled up just below the elbows. Professional enough, but meant to be casual in hopes of putting you at ease. But her eyes gave her away—the kind of too-long stare that didn’t come from curiosity, but fixation. She wasn’t just studying you…

She was absorbing you. Every micro-expression, every tick of your jaw and twitch of your mouth.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)… I think I’ve watched you on tape more than I’ve watched my own family’s home videos.” She smiled, but it was cool. Brittle. Like she wanted you at ease but couldn’t quite bring herself to smile at a murderer with the same kindness she would a stranger. “I’m Doctor Maximoff, psychologist for the bureau.”

Settling into the chair across from you, she placed the folder on the table but didn’t open it, choosing to keep her eyes trained on you. “You don’t speak to men… and you’ve only said a few words to Agent Romanoff. Staying quiet even when someone is inches from your face screaming… I’ve seen people break from less.”

She folded her hands together, looking at you thoughtfully. “You’ve kept quiet for a long time but… I’d like it if you spoke to me.”

Your head tilted, the tip of your tongue peeking out from behind your teeth as you slowly ran it along your bottom lip and for a moment, she didn’t expect you to speak—even as her eyes followed the slow movement of your tongue—before you asked quietly, “That so, doctor?”

And Wanda’s grin deepened into something genuine as she watched you. “Yes. Because I don’t want to ask why. That’s too easy…”

She leaned forward slightly, letting her eyes trail over you slowly. “No, (Y/N)… I want to understand everything. From the beginning. Why you chose the victims, why you sit here acting like this is all an inconvenience… I want to know the woman beneath the blood.”

Locking eyes with her, an eerie smile passed over your lips and both of you knew, in that moment—

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

[maxmoffs]

“ and so there she was , scarlet orbs connect to palms that beamed red hues connecting as one . indulged by her powers , as if she had sunk into the depths of her own destiny , to become THE ULTIMATE BEING. THE SCARLET WITCH . ” quote by yours truly, ellie ♥️ *click the links!*

mutuals exclusive . wanda maximoff . heavily headcanoned interpretation . strong character voice and preference from the comics / very heavily re-written refs from mcu only when prompted / mcu muses are welcome here / iconless writing / moderately active / written by ellie! she + her . 26 . australia . / re-est. 2024 / multi - verse , fandom & oc friendly + encouraged .

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[drvcxrys]

under the call you will find my plotting call/starter call. i'm going to cap at three each starter so i don't get crazy but feel free to ask whatever you prefer there, i'm always happy to open and plot with all of you (: i'm only putting the jobs on the people that are not aware that things have changed in dc but those that are aware well, obviously they don't really have like a job so they are going to just go with the flow there until they figure it out.

aware that things have changed in dc.

adora (1/3) - catra

alice cullen (1/3) - minette

annabeth chase (1/3) - clarisse

betty cooper (0/3)

bree tanner (0/3)

choi nam ra (0/3)

daphne bridgerton (0/3)

hanna marin (1/3) - aria

hope mikaelson (1/3) - josie

jean grey, (0/3)

jill roberts (0/3)

kagome higurashi (1/3) - inuyasha

loona (0/3)

mal faery (3/3) - rosamund, harry, hades

malia tate (1/3) - erica

nancy wheeler (0/3)

niffty (0/3)

samantha carpenter (0/3)

tohru honda (1/3) - vivi

violet parr (0/3)

win wanichakarnjonkul (0/3)

unaware that things have changed in dc:

alicent hightower (1/3) - helaena job: innkeeper

anna of arendelle (0/3) job: astrologer

annie cresta (0/3) job: herbalist.

beverly marsh (0/3) job: dressmaker

bianca di angelo (0/3) job: painter

buffy summers (0/3) job: noblewoman

caroline forbes (1/3) - lizzie job: thespian

daenerys targaryen (1/3) - nehemia job: noblewoman

emma swan (1/3)- astrid job: noblewoman

ginny miller (1/3) - marcus job: hatmaker

heidi volturi (1/3) - klaus job: harlot

isabelle lightwood (0/3) job: blacksmith

jessica riley (0/3) job: noblewoman

katara (1/3) - aang job: nurse

lila pitts (0/3) job: assassin

lucy gray baird (1/3) - nettles job: artist

mary stuart (1/3) - kenna job: noblewoman

myrcella baratheon (0/3) job: noblewoman

rapunzel corona (3/3) - elsa, sally, ella job: dressmaker

usagi tsukino (0/3) job: baker

wednesday addams (1/3) - vesta job: unemployed, interesting in dark magic.

yelena belova (1/3) - daken job: assassin

isadora quagmire (0/3) job: astrologer.

lissa dragomir (0/3) job: noblewoman

claudia (0/3) job: unemployed.

rhaena targaryen (0/3) job: lady in waiting

wanda maximoff (2/3) - jester, lorna job: florist.

[goodcryunicorn]

Wanda Maximoff // OPEN

who: Wanda Maximoff when: during the Civil War where: Avengers tower open to: anyone triggers: none image triggers: none blog: @goodcryunicorn1

Wanda was stuck all day inside the Avengers tower and the more she look around the more she wanted to run away, she felt like she had no privacy inside the building specially since Stark had his AI keeping an eye on everything so she went to the gym in the hope of some quiet time since Rogers would tell her that was the best place to think.

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@billytothemax liked for a starter

Sleep was where Wanda Maximoff resided and so sleep is where she would be found. In her dreamscape, she conjured a cosy tea shop on a rainy day and sat in the corner, reading old Sokovian novels to her little broken heart’s content. Her body? Her physical body? Ensconced in some unknown location, repairing her broken soul and shielding her from the world until she was ready for closing time at the shop.

She was tucked under a blanket, turning a page in her book when the bell to the shop dinged and the door opened. Wanda frowned and looked up, unsure what to expect. Nobody had ever come in here before.

[roseguided]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 the avengers tower before the events of the blip, before any of that. wanda orients herself, head pounding with a splitting headache from the effort taken to overtake this specific variant of herself, while eyes stare at the ceiling. it was a strange feeling ... to possess your body when it's, technically, not your body. the blurring of her vision, the way her body hurt, the noise in her head---some other version of herself who has a multitude of different choices, outcomes. did her children even exist here ? only one way to find out. pulling herself out of bed, wanda opens the door of her bedroom to step out into hallway ... head turns, feet carrying her toward a floor to ceiling window so she can peer out. green eyes narrow .... she was definitely in avengers tower, but not in new york. from the looks of this, this version of earth appears almost identical of her own. train of thought is broken as her name is called, head of red, curly hair whips around to lay eyes on someone she didn't know. trying to appear normal, wanda smiles. ❛ good morning. ❜ she greets.

[ * @zaldarias liked for a starter ! ft wanda maximoff. ]

[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.

[sah1x1s-archived]

Valentine's Day Starter for @theirmadness (Wanda)

The trickster thought it was a joke when he was told of the cultural significance of what the 14th of February held to Midgardians. Not the part where there was a day to revel and celebrate the one you love, but humans seemed to take things to an extreme level.

He knew he had known naught much of who the lovely woman, red hair whipping around, caught in the wind, as she spoke to what Loki assumed were the remaining Hero of Earth- no, not anything of her actually, but what he did know was that his ignorance was not acceptable.

Throughout the past few weeks, the God found himself cloaking his presence with his air, his magic, just to try to see what captivated him so much about her, Wanda. Wanda Maximoff, it was, actually.

But each tidbit of information he would ingest about her only spurred his intrigue on even more to the point where Loki found himself in the parking lot of a Walmart- Why would one need a mart that only contains walls? -on the eve of the romance holiday and... well, this was not what he was expecting at all.

This was utter chaos. Humans hoarding too much chocolate or some crying over something else while holding just as much wine?

No.

No, thank you.

With that, Loki simply drew his cloak over his form and traveled back to the midguardian housing he had come to use regularly when checking in on this universe, and with a frown on his lips, he dropped to the emerald green chaise in the room and thought.

Well. He never did anything the proper way, anyway, did he? That thinking is what led him into simply only being a suspicious man, dressed impeccably well if you ask him, crouching on the floor of the Compound that Wanda, the one with mystical abilities that drew him in more and more, lived in a while casually strolling through what blagger-dash was on the entertainment box as he grew less and less patient yet more and more nervous for reasons he knew not of.

Where was she?

He had to meet her after the way she became the only thing to go through his mind daily for a while.

And no, not once did the Prince think that his plan was not exactly the best and would've been advised against following through should he have told anyone what he was doing but-

Oh! The main room's door sounded as if it were being unlocked and opened.

However... when one bothers to think about any of this for a moment longer than need be, they would have to be confused as to why Loki, much less anyone, thought it would be a good idea to break into a secure facility all under the guise of intrigue.

Yet, he was not a complete baffoon. In his hand were a small bouquet of wild flowers he had picked from Asguard prior to his departure. He did listen to his mother sometimes, believe it or not.

Now... he just had to wait for something to happen.