#wanda m.

[florencebirdsong]

The fact that Billy heard Vision and Wanda’s “We’ve said goodbye before, so it stands to reason - we’ll say hello again.” Can you imagine how comforting that would be? Your world is ending and you can’t hear your brother breathing any more but you can still feel him. You can still feel your parents. And right when you’re about to lose them you hear them reassuring each other that it isn’t over, not forever. Just for now.

[vampiregirlsblog]

FUCKING EXACTLY!!!!!!

Marvel women, written by men: 🧍‍♀️I can’t have babies 👶🏻😫😢 I’m a monster 😢😢 yes this is the deepest my backstory can get btw 😉😨 isn’t it harrowing 😱

Marvel women, written by women: I will subject an entire town to my will if it means the chance to see you again. I will drink my grief, knowing I am damned and that I cannot protect you, and will still sing out my heart to crowds of thousands in the hopes they will keep you safe when I’m gone. I crave power so intensely that it has overpowered any sense of loyalty to anyone, and I will betray again and again and again, but I will still be wounded when you betray me because it was you. It was you.

[keylimeart]

Happy first night of Hanukkah!

[catocappuccino]

COSWAN ATTACK‼️ 🗣🗣🗣

[florencebirdsong]

RAH RAH RAHRAHRAH

I am actually in love with this series send help I can’t get up

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑜𝓁𝓁 ℋ𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

༊*·˚ soft!dark!mommy Wanda x doll!reader

There were no memories before your time with your mommy, but you rarely dwelled on that. There was no need to; she provided everything for you— perfect room, favorite toys, the most idyllic life. Intricate routine and strict rules kept you safe, that's what she said at least. You were well and truly spoiled, why would you ever question it?

This is a dark fic series with unhealthy relationship dynamics throughout. Each installment will be 18+ just by the nature of this AU, but mostly this will be fluffy with an underlying current of angst. Occasionally there will be smut, but each chapter will be marked accordingly so please read the trigger warnings applicable at the top of each post.

There is an overarching plot with this, but there are a great many elements and this AU is mostly just focused on Wanda and Doll's relationship.

༊*·˚ 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 // 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛

ꕥ intro //

ꕥ too many//

ꕥ special teddies ꕥ of bargains and blankets ꕥ early bird ꕥ pretty little package ꕥ firm hand, gentle touch

[rowinablx]

Family that slays together

[florencebirdsong]

Natasha backing you against a wall. It’s hard not to get distracted by her arms as they cage you in. Her breath is got against your neck when she asks to fuck you right there.

Training just ended and you’re in the middle of the hallway. But her teeth scrape that sensitive spot on your neck and you’re giving in, just like she knew you would.

Natasha has three fingers buried inside you when Wanda stumbles upon you both. She stares with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. It doesn’t even occur to her to interrupt, or leave. She’s too mesmerised by the muscles in Natasha’s back moving as she slams into you. She’s just as mesmerised by the sounds you make. She never wants you to stop.

A hand sneaks under the waistband of her workout shorts.

[florencebirdsong]

:0 I wear wired earbuds (definitely not because I kept forgetting to charge wireless ones and gave up) Wanda should take me in real life

What if something happened to you?

The call is coming from inside of the hosue

and the only thing you can think about is how beautiful the woman is

YOURE BEING KIDNAPPED (I’d do the same thing)

She’s so asvhjhvchj I’d do anything for her. What a treat to be kidnapped by her

October 29 - Kidnapping

pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

summary: Wanda kidnaps you.

content warnings: kidnapping, possessiveness, stalking

word count: 1.6k+

masterlist

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

Truly, it was your own fault that you were in this situation. You hadn’t been paying attention, oblivious to the eyes watching you as you made your way home from your job. 

In all honesty, you were the perfect target. You were beautiful and shy, not too sociable. You didn’t have many friends, and you spoke to your parents maybe three times a year. The homely routine of yours consisted of going to work, buying groceries, and spending time at home reading. 

It was a quiet life, and you didn’t mind it. 

Unfortunately, you’d caught the eye of a woman passing through town. Her boredom had become overwhelming, her need for a source of entertainment growing with each day. Well, it was more of a need for obsession, to focus on something that would utterly captivate her, and you were doing a fine job of that.

Wanda Maximoff, recently recovering (sort of) from destroying the darkhold and subsequently any hope of finding her children, had been aimlessly driving through town when she saw you. 

God, you were perfect. You had a charming bookbag around your shoulder, with wired earbuds in as you walked. Wanda couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen someone with wired earbuds, or someone who read a book while walking. She was worried that you’d bump into something, but you navigated the main road easily, only glancing up every few seconds. 

Your hair was pulled into a ponytail, the curls a day old as you hurried towards your destination. If Wanda had to guess, you were late to something, most likely a job. Your cheeks were flushed, but your eyes remained on your book, as if unable to tear yourself away from the words. 

Suddenly, Wanda was overcome with the need to read that book. She wanted to know everything about you. What did you eat in the morning, did you thrift your sweater, how many people would look for you if you went missing?

The last question sent a thrill through Wanda, and she could feel a part of her clicking into place. 

It was you. 

You are what she needs. Only you can save her from this dangerous edge she was teetering on. With you in her possession, Wanda would finally find a purpose again. She wanted to make you fully hers, someone who would love her as much as she loved them. 

It wasn’t that hard to book a dingy motel on the edge of town, and Wanda made sure that you never saw her as she followed you. She learned so much about you in two short weeks. You were almost always running late to something, your nose buried in a different book every few days. The only stores you frequented were the grocery store, the used book store, and an antique thrifting shop that had Wanda turning up her nose. 

When you were hers, she would buy you the finest things. You wouldn’t need to shop at secondhand stores anymore. She could tell you weren’t struggling financially, but you weren’t living comfortably either. Your apartment was many blocks from the main road, with broken street lamps around it and an unkempt yard. 

Wanda hated seeing you live in such a decrepit old place. What if something happened to you? Obviously, you didn’t see the lingering looks men and women alike would give you, but Wanda did. It had her fingers itch and her ears burn when she would watch them, your attention elsewhere as you hurried past them. 

On Friday night, after watching you return home to read your book on the couch, surrounded by blankets and a mug of hot chocolate, Wanda decided that you were hers. 

It was laughably easy to follow you in her car, the headlights off as you walked home late the next evening. You had a closing shift on the weekends, but you were blissfully ignorant of the dangers of the world, your earbuds firmly in place as you squinted at the words in your book. 

All Wanda had to do was drive around the block and park her car under one of the many broken street lamps. You didn’t even hear her get out of her car, your attention fully captivated by the book.

She nearly reveals herself too soon, delirious at the thought of being near you. You pass by her, your perfume causing her knees to tremble and weaken slightly before she finds herself overcome with the need to possess you. 

Wanda could have used a spell to capture you, but what's the fun in that? Besides, she really wanted to feel your squirming body against hers. She’s waited long enough. 

“What the fu-” you manage to say, your book dropping from your hands as you feel someone clap a hand over your mouth. You can still hear your music playing through your earbuds, and you resist as one earbud drops out. A woman’s chuckle sounds out right next to your ear, and you feel your blood run cold. 

Who the fuck laughs after grabbing someone? You hope it’s a joke, but the strength in the hands that haul you over to a red car is too much for you to pull away from. The scent of sickly sweet vanilla hits your nose, and you blink in confusion as you’re forced into the passenger seat of the car. 

The woman is too quick for you, shoving you in and slamming the door before you have time to react. You can see her moving around the car, and dive for the driver's seat, your fingers scrabbling on the lock.

You’re too slow, and the woman gives you a withering stare as she sits in the driver’s seat and pulls the door firmly shut behind her. It’s the first time you’ve fully seen her face, and the only thing you can think about is how beautiful the woman is. 

Honestly, she’s god-level ethereal. 

Confusion fills you, your heart beating as you try to undo the lock on your side. Your fingers search the frame, but you find only a hole where the lock is supposed to be. 

“You won’t be able to escape, dear,” the woman says, and you jump at the sound of her low voice. She sounds almost… friendly. What the fuck is going on?

Staring at her silently, you attempt to formulate a plan. It’s almost as if the woman can hear you thinking, because she smirks at you when you consider hitting her over the head with your bag.

“You and I both know that the only things you keep in that bag are a book and a sweater,” she says, her eyes full of mirth. They’re green, you notice, and then admonish yourself. “But go ahead at try, sweetheart.”

God, you wish she’d stop calling you pet names, it was confusing. 

“My name is Wanda,” the woman says, her eyes gazing at you. The expression on her face is unnerving, and you remain silent, watching her as she easily turns onto the highway. 

It’s late, and there are barely any other cars around. Some small part of you knows that you won’t be able to escape. Any attempt you make will be futile, so you just stare at her with wide eyes as your fingers nervously fiddle with your book bag.

What were you supposed to say?

“Typically,” Wanda begins, a soft smile on her face as one hand leaves the wheel. You watch it drift closer, fear and anticipation making their way through you. “When someone offers their name, you should offer yours in return.”

Her hand rests lightly on your thigh, and you feel revulsion fill you. Quickly, you push her hand off, pressing yourself against the door to get as far away from her as possible. Wanda’s green eyes snap to you, anger swirling in the depths as she grabs your thigh again, this time digging her fingers in.

“Do not ever reject me,” she says, her voice tight and low. 

Something sparks in the air between you, and you can practically feel her anger as it fills the car. Nodding quickly, you blink as the suffocating anger disappears in an instant and an easy smile slips back on her face. 

Those fingers start stroking your thigh, gentle and slow. You normally wouldn’t mind it if a pretty woman touched you like this, but you just… you just got fucking kidnapped.

Your breaths come short now, panic making its way through you as you stare out the front window. The woman seems oblivious to the rising emotions within you, her eyes locked on the road as she continues speaking.

“You’re going to love our house, darling.” Wanda smiles brightly at you. “It’s soundproof. And it has a dungeon, can you believe it?”

A choked whimper escapes you, and you remain silent. Wanda sends a sharp look your way, and you realize that she’s waiting for a response. You shake your head slowly. 

“Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear that pretty voice of yours.”

Pretty? 

“Um,” you say quietly, unnerved by the level of attention you were receiving. “Okay?”

Wanda chuckles at that, and you press yourself as far away from her as possible. The door handle digs into your side, but you don’t care. You want out. You want out of this car with a creepy, gorgeous woman touching you and making you feel conflicted things, and you want to go back and finish your book.

“Don’t you understand, darling?” Wanda asks, looking at you with a dark look behind her eyes. Her voice and smile are soft, a direct contradiction to her next words. 

“You are mine. You can never leave. I won’t let you.”

[womansfilm]

Queen of Aces (1925)

[buckysbarnes]

ELIZABETH OLSEN as WANDA MAXIMOFF DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS

[lagi01a1]

a day is an illusion — the night is eternal and pristine

house of m + the sky symbolism:

lorna as magneto’s heir and a beloved princess by genosha, she is a symbol of the dawn;

pietro as also magneto’s heir, symbol of a tricky sunlight;

magneto is the sun and the eclipse at the same time, the catastrophe and the hope;

wanda, my dear, is the mother night herself. the chthonic all-mother.

rough sketches with some old redrawn ones: wanda + pietro and lorna, who are not going to fight for the power but will rule together as equals (supposed to but we know that magnus kingdom is just a dream)

[florencebirdsong]

So real actually

bro thinks she’s intimidating when she’s literally this:

[keylimeart]

Lorna and Wanda,,, the Slay Sisters

+ close ups in case the quality is wack

(shoe close up because they're my favorite thing to draw)

[wandaslovey]

hot, slow, heavy kissing session with wanda in her expensive ass car while “softcore” by the neighbourhood is playing

[burningfudge]

House of M (2005) #6

[pacing-er]

Listing Magneto's 10 biological children bc I think it's hilarious. I'm gonna start with identifying the baby mamas and then listing the children resulting from the affair.

(Note: Some are only canon to specific story arcs/runs and/or have been retconned. I am aware of these things but am choosing to ignore them. Also I am not going to force myself to read the comics they're from lol so I'm quoting articles I found)

Magda Eisenhardt:

-Anya Eisenhardt

-Nina Gursky

-Wanda Maximoff

-Pietro Maximoff

Suzanna Dane:

-Lorna Dane

-Zaladane (not confirmed)

Rogue:

-Magnus

-Charles Lehnsherr

Rogue Darkholme (not the same as Rogue):

-Plague

Charles Xavier:

-Onslaught

No Baby Mama, Made in a Lab:

-Alpha

It makes me so happy that Charles is on the list of baby mamas XD I know it's not the same bc it was a psionic brain baby but still. If I were to make an AU all of them would be included bc I love that tomcat energy and messed up family dynamics are fun. Man has so many children it's ridiculous. My primary source is this article where they call procreation Magneto's most potent superpower.