#wandader when

[appllelisa]

can we ao3ers please get some wanderer adopting nahida instead of her adopting him. it'd be really awesome thanks.

[maximotts]

hi :) what about reader feeling sad so she straddles wandad lap and hugs her shoulder and rubs her back while nat plays with their hair <3

This is so cute, I stopped writing my fic to do this request early! I just went ahead and made it private hire AU because that's what I paused writing and that's what I was in the mood for haha

warnings: blink and you miss it blood mention, but really just fluff and protective mob wives

virtual valentines event: soft and smutty Saturday

As much as Wanda and Natasha tried to make working go as smoothly as possible for you, there was always the risk of some asshole acting up at a bar and unfortunately, this time it was on your shift. The relationship you had with your bosses wasn't a secret; everyone that knew left you be and anyone that had a problem with it could take it up with them personally. No one dared taunt you about it unless they had a death wish— sometimes they did.

That was the only reason you could come up with for why the man you’d dealt with tonight was not only rude, but loud with his vile comments. The whole bar was silent while he picked at you, not wanting to escalate the situation or worse, agree and find themselves entangled on the dangerous path this guy was barreling down. It felt like it’d gone on forever, him laughing and prodding while you stood with your ears and cheeks burning until they felt scorched, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Steve took quick hold of your antagonizer and led him away.

You were proud of yourself for not crying, not when Bucky pulled you from the bar and not even on the drive from the city to the home you shared with Wanda and Natasha. It was only after Wanda was at the door waiting, already filled in on the events of the night, and she said thank you to your bodyguard before leading you straight to bed that you started to shed a few tears. She was apologetic as she rid you of your work clothes, letting you wear one of Natasha’s old t-shirts for comfort instead. “That should never have happened, malyshka. I’m so so sorry.”

All you could do was nod, eyes blurry when you looked up to see Natasha walk into the room. “Rough night at work?” She too had heard of course, but she was a little late in arriving home; there was a man she’d had to see about his misconduct first. By the time she reached you, Wanda was rubbing your shoulder, examining every inch of you to make certain you hadn’t been physically harmed. Natasha bent at the waist until she was eye level with you, touch gentle under your chin where she’d just been brutal about half an hour before. You chose to ignore the specks of dried blood on her shirt, you didn’t care enough to ask details. “How’s my girl holding up?”

Finally you looked at her, at both of them, saw nothing but concern and it only made you cry all over again. “Oh dear, let's get you into bed.” It wasn’t really late, only a little past one in the morning, but Wanda was insisting and the small section of the mattress under your legs was calling you to fall into it.

Natasha nodded in agreement, but where Wanda moved to sit herself against the headboard, she took steps towards the bathroom. You must’ve looked distressed because Natasha offered you a reassuring smile before you could even open your mouth, “I’m only going to get changed, Wanda doesn’t allow outside clothes on the bed, you know.” It was a habit ingrained in her from early on in their relationship and now even at her most exhausted, Natasha never broke it.

Wanda was ushering you back now, encouraging you to lay your head atop her thighs, but you straddled her lap instead, relaxing down until your head rested on her shoulder. “I’m sorry… I’m overreacting..” Nervousness crept under your skin, that man’s scathing remarks about how you relied on them for everything ringing loud yet again.

The brunette was quick to stop that train of thought though, shushing you with a kiss to your forehead. She uttered something in her native Sokovian; you didn’t understand a word of it, but you’d heard her say it before, only when you were at your lowest and spoken in the softest of tones. One day you’d ask what she meant. “You’re reacting just how you need, we’re here for you, my love.”

She rubbed your back methodically, the perfect patterns to soothe you once more. Natasha rejoined the two of you as soon as she could, scooting in close to Wanda so she could pull the plush layers of blankets over the three of you. The redhead was playing with your hair now, softly as possible to not disturb where you were clearly in the process of falling asleep. “It’s okay, dove. You’re safe, we’ll never let anything or anyone hurt you.”

“That’s right, you’re ours first and foremost, don’t worry about what anyone says. We’ll handle them for you.” You gave a sniffle, wiping your tears on Wanda’s shirt while she pulled you in tighter, Natasha peppering kisses over your exposed cheek. “We love you, baby.”

You knew they did, they weren’t always the best at showing it, but when you needed them, they never let you down and that’s all you could ask for, especially on nights like tonight. “I love you too.”

[local-forest-spirit]

Die spook-kombuis:

Die balke staan vrot-donker teen die gekante dak

Die mure, die vuil blou-greys van verwelking

Die kat se skedel op die tafel

Bene hang soos kandelare en eggo die skreeu van die dood

Die lig hang tussen skêmer en middernag

en bring die stilgemaakte seer van ‘n verdwaalde siel

Al wat deur die vergrysde venster gesien kan word

Is die katoen klere wat hang soos spoke in die

(verlate) werf

Die ou toorkuns sit nog in die mure

Met die salie en laventel wat veroudered op die vloer gestrooi is

Die spoke hang in die kamer

Soos die sterre hulself weer verken met die sekelmaan en middernag lug

Terwyl die laaste asem van dag die kombuis ontsnap.

Die vaal wit lig van die maan skyn deur die krake in die dak en kleet die nakte stilte soos ‘n ou linnerok

die vreude word uit die kombuis gelaat

Veruil met onrus en rou

Die geeste dans kaal op die voor-stoep

En die vuurvliegies paradeer deur die huis

Die middernag koue is die tuiste van onuitgeproke geheime en wandade

Waar als weg gesteek word in die donker kombuis

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When writing this poem I was greatly inspired by the poem, “Die Swart kombuis” by Sheila Cussons. I drew a lot from her diction and general mood she created in the piece, and loved the way she captured the reader through ominous language and vivid image generation. And I wanted ti mimic this in my own poem but still put a twist on the images I created and portrayed. Another thing that inspired me to write this poem, was the movie “The Witch”, I was wrting the poem whilst watching the film at the same time

Throughout this collection of poems, I’m going to add a photo/image that either reprisents the mood/feeling I tried to evoke, or that inspired the images I try to create

[suevincent]

Just one more dance ~ Tallis Steelyard

Just one more dance ~ Tallis Steelyard

Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard:

I was always told, by somebody older and wiser than me, that a grey hair you spot when shaving is to remind you of an old friend you no longer see. Certainly this morning I remembered, for no obvious reason, Jan Wandad. He was old when I knew him. A poet and philosopher who in his youth had been a soldier. He lived in a small house with just a…

[appllelisa]

crawling into your skull this is amZing

YESYEYSS and I definitely get the projection bit but nah I think a big part of Nahidas char is full of the childlike whimsy she didn't get.

I love her so so much, she's not an adult and she's not gonna guide Wanderer by the hand I'm personally biased by the father daughter dynamic, but that's so many things to talk ab ! Either way, she's never been able to experience that and I feel like her parenting a GROWN ASS MAN (who'd probably sneer and go absolutely not you're a TODDLER if she did) is not gonna help.

It seems no one gets what the archon quest was saying I've had thousands of people go "have u even played the quest?" when I say I'm anti mom Nahida, like yes I have .Have you?

i feel like a sibling or father daughter dynamic would be so healthy for them, of course I'm biased because I love dad wanderer a little too much (wandad if you will) but either way, nahida being taken care of and wanderer learning stuff from that. is . so.. good.

IF Nahida tried to take care of him, I think wanderer would play along but in the way where it's like, a kid plays restaurant.

but she'd understand she isn't his parent or aunt, they'd just have a playful dynamic, he'd lean down to let her pat his head and go "good job !!" and they'd laugh.

They're plauging my brain 24/7

maternal nahida makes me indescribably enraged.

that's a well known fact to anyone who knows me personally or has caught a glimpse of me. But god damn I hate it,

that's it. my post.