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okay, so, i've been doing some thinking and i know i just made this blog, but i'm gonna be moving wanda back to my multi @/roseguided. i think what happened is i got excited for the agatha show, saw too many edits, got excited and impulse made her blog.

if you would still like to interact with wanda or create dynamics with her, please please feel free to come follow my multi where she will be from now on! i'm still super excited for interactions w her, just not in a single blog space. i will also be carrying over a few threads and a small handful of memes you've all sent for her. if you follow me on my multi and were intending to cont. a meme or starter i did for you, just msg me and let me know.

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woman, eating.

dialogue prompts from woman, eating: a literary vampire novel by claire kohda.

people have appalling night vision.

i've marked crosses where you need to sign.

where did you say you live? anywhere near ____?

you hate me, don't you?

you won't make it without me.

it's hard to know what's real with you.

i did everything for you. everything was for you.

i don't like eating alone.

god wouldn't want to help a demon survive, and that's what we are.

this place is beyond new beginnings.

what do you see yourself as?

demon is a subjective term.

i'm not very good at goodbyes. or any form of greeting, actually.

how are you? i miss you. i want to hear about your life.

everything in everyone's life is temporary.

just imagine i'm dead.

people are like flowers: seasonal, wilting, and finite.

am i the only other person who can see you?

it sounded like you were dragging a body across the floor.

we cannot have any more catastrophe.

don't talk back to me.

my body isn't mine. it isn't a good fit for me.

you were very human. that was what i liked about you.

you never told me how ___ died.

i have to do everything for you, don't i?

give it time. you just haven't found yourself yet.

i don't really get contemporary art.

i'm trying to figure out what i want to do with my life.

how come you stopped ____?

what does the winner get?

it's kind of like being a kid again.

i don't want to be walking too late.

just be careful.

watch out for ___.

we're the same.

sorry if i said anything bad or embarrassing.

everything looks different, but it's hard to pinpoint how.

i like your look.

will you swap with me? can i be you for a bit?

i guess i feel small. undervalued.

it's hard to see what's beautiful anymore.

taking is not good for the soul.

what are you doing? lost?

did i make you feel bad?

i feel like i've been standing completely still.

i'm not sure what i feel when i look at you.

sorry. i'm not good at talking about it.

what are you going to do?

i'm really sorry about the ____.

when you left, you took something of me with you.

i'm sorry. i don't know what's wrong with me.

life is a line, not a circle.

i think i like you.

i don't want to feel at home in the dark.

take me with you. please.

i can't take you with me.

memories make life.

move away. i'm dangerous.

i don't know who i am anymore.

are you high or something?

i don't think i ever hated you.

can i do anything to help?

i wish i could be honest.

i don't want to bring you down with me.

i can't tell what it is i want.

the other night was a mistake.

you don't like me?

i am completely alone.

will you let me in?

i think i've known for a while.

you can't just listen to one side and block out the other.

neither side of me can be separated from the other.

i don't have sides at all. i am two things that have become one thing.

are you okay? do you need help getting home?

i'm not sure what i am anymore.

for the first time, i feel like i'm exactly where i'm meant to be.

this feels like the first time i've really seen you.

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THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN (2016), Dir. Tate Taylor

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑. after all, she's the one who trapped her. the one who sucked out agatha's magic as well as her own. as much is evident with one hand on her throat, body pushed back into a filing cabinet which rattles & the sound of 'oomf' leaving wanda's chest, & the other trying to conjure magic into her palm only for it to spark nothing ! agatha is free now from her torment, but she is void of her magic. of her power. unable to wield any of it lest someone blast her & for her to take it from them. like she tried to do with her. ( the witch is used to people being angry at her lately. agatha's anger is justified yet it does not phase wanda. )

green eyes, wide & wild, take in the expression of @tempusde with a growing, equally deranged grin on her face. it should be a clear indication that wanda is not the same witch who imprisoned her. who beat her. she's more, she's stronger.

❛ having trouble there, agatha ? ❜ taunts wanda, glancing toward the others hand. jaw clenches itself, nostrils flaring as hand comes to wrap inky black fingers against the others wrist. however, wanda doesn't shove her back & she doesn't dare let any scarlet magic snake down her fingers lest the other devour it for herself. ❛ i've come to release you. to get you to help me understand what i am ... ❜ she confesses. ❛ & you need me, agatha. i'm the only one who can give you your magic back. the darkhold is gone--every last copy of it in every universe. even wundagore is destroyed. i did it myself. ❜ the redhead bares her teeth for a moment, pushing into the hand at her throat. ❛ don't you want your magic back ?! ❜

FOR A PROTRACTED MOMENT, nothing makes sense - and that's not possible in westview, or shouldn't be. agnes knows everything about everybody, and every day is exactly the same, except for the days where wanda comes to town. something primal twists in her chest at that name, which is wrong and yet not, arcane-electric ... she can only sit and watch and wait, paralysed by forces she doesn't understand, but might be starting to.

it's time to wake up.

her back takes an unnatural arch. she gasps like she's dying, and maybe she is - something in her is, anyway, burning away under wanda's touch and her magic. she remembers, and it is an agony, but it is far from the worst she's endured: at least there is no stake, this time.

agatha's eyes flash open. they burn, too. she shoots her hand out, fingers wrapped harsh around the column of wanda's throat, teeth bared in a wordless, silent scream. and with her free hand, she sketches the gesture that will conjure a flame of her own.

[ nothing comes. of course it doesn't: wanda still holds this piece of what makes agatha harkness herself, as important at least as the centuries pressing on the bounds of her skull. she has never felt more murderous, never, endless cycles of 'howdy neighbour' and 'nice weather we're having' and 'did you hear about sarah's daughter's piano recital?' for ... ]

" i've gotta hand it to you, red, " she manages, breathless with rage. her hold tightens in twitches. " that was a nasty little slice of revenge. i'm almost impressed ... but if you think i'm gonna roll over and help you with whatever new shit you've landed yourself in now, you are sorely fucking mistaken. "

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐒. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 upset or overwhelmed. not exactly resistant to the help or comfort of others, but when she feels like it isn't something she deserves. why was she so hard on herself ? when she knew her intent, when she knew what was in her heart. it's her sometimes gross feeling lack of understanding of her own powers. controlling them was one thing, that wasn't always the issue, but making the right call was. more-so when civilians were involved or in danger---her mind jumps to protecting them, to ridding the area of the threat, & nothing else. not if she ends up throwing them into a building, against a car that might have someone in it.

@othunderous said, " YOU'RE NOT A MONSTER. "

body, like her gaze, continues to face forward, even when thor comes to sit beside her. the gazebo in the back of the avengers tower which faces the lake ... a place wanda has often come to be alone besides her bedroom. & for a moment, she sits with the others words. head shakes, not entirely convinced. ❛ how can you say that, how do you know ? ❜ she asks in an emotionally heavy tone. remorse, regret, clear in her body language. ❛ i didn't mean to do what i did, thor, but i didn't think it through & people- ... people got hurt because of it. ❜ again, she can feel the prick of tears. a deep breath.

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆. call it intuition or because of something related to her powers, but she knew he was lying. it's why she crossed her arms over her chest, why she looked at him with a raised brow of her own in the face of someone who was not doing the best at looking innocent. how did he even find the cabin ? a question now rattling around in her mind. it was far out, out enough she thought ... a place she could go & not be bothered much. where she could read the darkhold in peace, to be with herself. wanda wasn't keen on company, on having someone snooping around ... he could be anyone, working for anyone. stealing the book of the damned was no small thing !

@unbelovd said, " i'M NOT A THIEF. "

a moment of tense silence follows over them before she speaks, ❛ not a thief, huh ? i don't believe you. ❜ counters wanda, arms removing itself from over her chest with hand to almost reach out. red magic wraps itself around her fingers, not concentrated into her palm as if she were going to throw it at him. with a flick of her wrist, the lifting of her magic ladened finger, wanda is pulling an object from wells & back into her own hand. next, she hums. ❛ what's this then ? sure as hell isn't yours. ❜

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like this for a small starter ! multis specify.

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Why is it always "I love you," and never "I want to sink my teeth into your soul, crawl inside your skin, and bury myself in your dark warmth with insatiable hunger, binding our blood in a rhythm so deep with such ferocity that the earth sighs, and not even the cold grasp of death could pull us apart?"

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Wanda Maximoff & Vision Scarlet Witch & Quicksilver (2024) #2

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍. giving people back their passed loved ones for a short while to play a part in her own personal sitcom only to be taken from them the moment she lowered the hex, the moment she stepped out of the towns boundary. something else to be seen as cruelty, as something hero's wouldn't do to innocent people. but, wanda only realized what she had done too far into it, the real gravity to come once she'd left yet it was fleeting at most. the darkhold was already corrupting her mind, whispering things to her in her sleep--she had children to find, a family to make whole. the entire quest was selfish at its core, desperate like the way anges looks desperate to have her seated back in her chair. fear flashes in her eyes, a fear she won't understand, the closer she comes ... as if wanda felt like a predatory ready to snap its maw over her throat.

green eyes are steady on @tempusde as she approaches the standing right in front of her. for a moment, she's lost her previous smile. lost her sense of lightness, just popping in for a visit & catch up on town news.

❛ i've kept you here for long enough, agatha. ❜ a name she won't remember, won't recognize, until she's released from the spell. slowly, wanda begins leaning in with hands coming from inside her pockets. ❛ three years trapped inside your own mind, in the role you chose for yourself that i chained you in. tormented, confused. ❜ a sense of pity & guilt mix into the witches tone, hand raises inching closer to her head. as she does so, the glamor over her hands begins to fade to reveal the dusty, ink black coloring of them. ❛ it's time to wake up, agatha. let me help you, ❜ fingers touch against the other woman's temple---the feeling must be like a hot iron scorching the skin. like having something ripped out of you.

" OH, Y'KNOW. HEART TROUBLE. not long after you left, as a matter of fact. " what's worse is how hard the woman tries to be fine: every morning agnes sees her out in her garden, pulling weeds and planting tulips, and she always smiles when agnes walks by, always waves a gloved, neighbourly hand. [ grief does odd things to people. agnes knows that, but she never understood it, really. ralph walked out on any old tuesday in april, and agnes got up that wednesday and went to work. ]

so they've both been alone. that strikes agnes as odd, too, sympathy streaked across her face. whatever happened to wanda's family? did vision leave? no, she can't fathom it. they were always so ... perfect, together.

a line forms between her brows as wanda goes on talking. it's like she's underwater, just for a moment, and the hum of her office's cheap fluorescents fades to silence under the weight of something to set right. a physical, instinctive sort of panic gets its hooks in her throat. there is nowhere to go.

[ she's seeing ghosts again. jumping at shadows. it's a poor trait in an investigator, but then, maybe this is intuition instead. at length, she struggles for calm. ]

" wanda, sweetheart, " she murmurs. " you always seemed like a nice gal. whatever you need, i'm sure we can get it, okay? just - why don't you sit back down, huh? "

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𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 when she was younger. even as a child who loved her sitcoms, who loved the idea of heros & the people who helped those who couldn't help themselves, she had predetermined notions of what a hero was suppose to be. of what they did, of how they were suppose to be as people ... not all of them lived up to it, like tony when she first met him, but if one of them did it was steve. he as as compassionate, as strong, as friendly as he ever was in the full captain america persona at its height. it's one of the things she liked most about him. ( he wasn't putting it on for cameras, for public opinion or even opinion of his teammates. he was genuine, he was ever sincere & wanda liked that. appreciate it as it was growing harder to find it. ) ❛ what was she like, your mother ? if you don't mind me asking. ❜ asks wanda with a small smile pressed against her lips.

when @apologizelater mentions him preferring her as a teacher over vision, wanda lets out a little laugh, ❛ like i said, i'd be willing to show you some things. really, steve, once you know the basics ... it's not too hard to put things together. & vision, well, vision does his best. but, he's too exact with his measurements. ❜

on the stove, the spoon continues to hands free stir whats inside the pot. except now, with no wave of wanda's hand but just from thinking about, various spices one after the other lift themselves to shake into the pot before setting back onto the counter. eyes, for the moment, return to looking past steve as he continues to move them in slow, steady movements around the living room. ❛ i do cook with love. i try to do everything with a bit of love, with a bit of good. to be a person my parents, pietro, would be proud of. ❜ she'll admit in a lighter tone, something with hope shining through it. eyes drop slightly, hand gripping slightly tighter onto his with a rising thickness in her chest: ❛ i didn't start out the best, i can admit that, but i do want to be better. being an avenger, understanding this power, lets me do that. & i'm so glad ... ❜ a pause for her to look back toward steve, ❛ to have people like you, steve, who remind me what good looks like. what compassion is. ❜

with her guard down, body relaxed, wanda can't help the small echos of steve's mind that sound in her ears. little ringing of words, of memories, nat's laugh ... the mention of dates. the talk of love. letting out a short laugh, she says: ❛ & no, if you were wondering, i haven't tried to ... look for love in a person. not yet, anyways. it feels intimidating. going out, meeting people, harder when you can tell if they're nice or not. is that why you haven't ? ❜

❛   i get that. my ma did all the cooking -- i'd help , if she let me , but i was never any good at it. i mostly stuck to helping with the cleaning or the laundry ---- did art for whoever would hire me. we were so poor that meals were kind of just a meat &* some sort of bread. usually boiled &* toasted with no seasonin' whatsoever -- cost too much. sometimes buck &* me would spend our savings on a hot dog at the pier or some candy floss , but . . . nothing that smelled like that ever came outta' the rogers household. ❜

steve's head shakes as he glances back toward the stove. ❛   so you'd be starting from the ground up if you try &* teach me. i basically eat out or just try what anyone here cooks. but i'd be willing to learn if you were the teacher. no offense to vision ------- i'm sure the recipes he's googling in his fancy brain are highly rated , but . . . i mean , you cook with love. ❜

baby blues turn back towards wanda , a fondness there in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. he's always enjoyed what she brought to the team ------ not for her powers , persay , but just . . . her. a kid just like him that tried to better herself by trusting scientists that promised a better future. a kid thrown into a war they weren't prepared for. the amount of loss the both of them have gone through is not something anyone their age should face ----- yes , he might be a hundred in the linear timeline , but he'd woken up in the modern age at twenty-seven. he'd gone into those experiments at twenty-one. lost his parents &* best friend &* the only life he'd ever known. his home was no longer his home , but he was still himself at the core.

❛   you kind of do everything with love , though , don't you ? even when you wanted revenge , it was in defense of the family you loved , right ? so your fighting &* your cooking is mixed with love. where else does it lead ? ❜ he can hear nat mocking him in his head about trying to set him up on dates with whoever she thinks would work -- feels the urge to ask if wanda has tried any of that since moving here.

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remember during mom when wanda, not even in her own body but a variant of herself, cut captain carter in half w her own shield

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 like it lived within the depths of her soul. a deep, almost bitter kind of laugh. void of humor, of lightness. her entire existence if drowned in grief, in a certain kind of dangerous desperation for someone of her power. for someone in possession of the book of the damned---it whispers to her, it fills her mind, like her soul, with darkness. means to get what she wants, but means often riddled with violence, blood, death to others or those around her. removed from the person wanda was before westview, to the person she's always tired to be. ( fingers inky black, dark circles shade under her eyes from lack of sleep & emotional heaviness. she's haunted by what she's done, by what she's doing, yet that is smothered down. killed for the sake of gaining back her family. it's all that matters. )

@unbelovd said, " LOOKING AT YOU NOW, I SEE NOTHING BUT SOMETHING I NEED TO PUT AN END TO. "

wanda has this slightly deranged, angered look on her face before she speaks: ❛ are you threatening me ? ❜ at her side, hand flexes & a red, buzzing ball of energy appears in her palm. for now, wanda makes no indication of using it. nostrils flare, ❛ you act all high & mighty, holier than thou, but the truth we both know is if it were christine .. if it were your family ... you would do the exact same thing. worse, even. that makes you a fucking hypocrite. ❜ maybe this face is what bothers her most about strange in this moment. if she does it she's the villain, but if he does it ... he's praised. he gave thanos the stone, not her ! ❛ i'm doing this for my family, for my children. nothing will keep me from them, not even you. ❜ she stands firm in her position, rooted to the ground but red ball at the ready. ❛ if you continue to get in my way ... i will put you down. ❜

[ 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ! the darkhold whispers like a devilish hiss in her mind. ]

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i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.