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Wanda maximoff edit // "le parole lontane" by måneskin
Posting this here too, hope you like it :"")
Wanda maximoff edit // "le parole lontane" by måneskin
Reid: Sorry I'm late. I broke down on the way here.
Gideon: Is your car okay?
Reid: Huh? What car?
Wandavision Bewitched intro (MCU) - Credit if using
Despite the problems I have with Loki's characterization in the series, I can at least be grateful for the fact that the show does try to be serious and somewhat emotionally complicated, even if the direction and the questionable writing does damp that down a little. As jarring as some moments are, there are some instances in which I can see the real Loki shining through.
Tbh, the only show out of the three released this year that actually had some quality to it was Wandavision. It totally deserved the Emmy because it was absolutely groundbreaking. Both FATWS and Loki were pretty meh though, and a part of me thinks that is because no one at Marvel placed big expectations in these shows or cared enough to monitor them better or hire a more professional production team. They were just an experiment.
The Loki show was also tasked with too many things, introducing the multiverse, the TVA, Kang, Loki's redemption arc, a love story that didn't have enough time to be properly developed, etc. One might argue that Hiddleston's Loki didn't get the recognition he deserved because there were too many things happening all at once.
In short, I think there's a chance for Loki's character arc to be better managed in the next films and maybe the show's quality will increase in the second season, now that there aren't so many things at stake.
I feel bad for the people who were fans of the original Thor though because if Loki's character has been clearly retconned in the last releases, I can't even begin to explain what has happened to Thor. I don't think that there's many hope for anyone who liked the brooding, majestic, hero-out-of-an-epic-tale Thor of the first movies.
And unlike Tom Hiddleston, it doesn't look like Chris Hemsworth's Thor is going to ever be in the hands of another director besides T*ika W*ititi.
I think medical dramas have the most technical aspect to them out of other types of shows. They’re always presenting something that requires more research off screen than on it. For people creating wildly different worlds, so often biology isn’t a hugely technical thing.
That’s why I think medical dramas set in different universes would have so much potential. Each episode wouldn’t be the writers taking an interesting story they found in the real world and adapting it. It would give the writers a chance to completely think about how biology and medicine works in the world they created. It also has the most potential to not be as creative as it would be easy to adapt things with a different name and slightly different symptoms than the real world counterpart.
But imagine a sci-fi world where surgery has o be completely rethought or a fantasy one relying on potions and magic. Imagine a world with various different species of people with different biologies. It’s not for the quick churn of network television, but for a well thought out and planned series, it would be great. Heck, you could make it an anthology series with each new season being a new setting. Maybe even go back in time and have a real world setting from the past. Maybe tackle one set in Europe during the Black Plague.
I keep thinking about genre mashing TV, but my main examples are always medical and emergency type shows because I think it’s the easiest to visualize. Sitcoms are another, but there’s already quite a few of those.
Heck, I think Marvel has the most potential to pulling this off in the MCU. Not this exact concept, but to have different shows in a different genre in their own shared universe. I do want to see what a medical drama set in the MCU would look like. I want to see the kinds of stories outside the main heroes own arcs. Kinda bummed that Damage Control didn’t get picked up because that would have been great.
And yes, WandaVision did this so PERFECTLY. I want more of that.
Daredevil doesn’t count for two key reasons: (1) it kept pulling away from the court room drama and (2) the court room drama was very much based on reality not the superhero setting of the larger world.
Loki season 2 without context
Summary: Agatha catches you eavesdropping causing issues with her plan. She has to deal with you before she can deal with anything else.
Warnings: Profanities, Verbal physical and magical abuse,
A/n: Let’s make Agatha the villain she really is…shall we?
Key: Wv/n = Westview Name;
You could feel the energy coming from the house across the street as you walked by heading to town. A slight purple glow emulated from a window and you jumped behind a tree. What was going on in that house?
The flowers were always well kept. Purple, a favorite color of yours. Though, you walked past this house frequently and never saw anyone around gardening. Sometimes in the mornings, the sprinklers would come on. The resident was usually out and about with a neighbor of yours. They seemed quite friendly with each other. But you had never spoken to either of them.
That day you were on the way to meet some friends for lunch. As you passed by the house something pulled you towards it. Not physically, no. The energy that radiated out was heavy. You could almost touch it. You didn’t think much of it until you heard a yell come from within. You ran over and ducked by the side of the house, crouching by the large window.
"Agatha Harkness, lovely to finally meet you," you heard. She circled her prisoner, her eyes glowing.
“Wanda, what is your secret?” the brunette asked. You peered in to see the redhead floating in mid-air, her hands tied behind her back with what seemed like a glowing rope. She did not respond. Instead, she stared into the eyes of the other unmoving.
“Your powers are strong. Stronger than mine but you don’t know how to use them. It's absurd. Give them to me. Give them to someone who knows how to use them,” the lady said. “Not in here hon, you can’t read me. I’m a closed book to you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the other said.
The brunette got close, within an inch of the redhead’s face. She stared into her eyes, the corners of her mouth rising slightly. “Lies,” she whispered dropping all expression. Suddenly she threw her hand, throwing the woman against a wall of books.
You gasped feeling the wall shake. You didn’t realize your hiding spot had been compromised. Instantly you felt your body being grabbed into the house.
“Who are you,” Agatha demanded to know.
“Stop talking,” she said. She looked up at Wanda who was slightly altered after the hits to the wall. “Is she with you?”
“I- don’t know who this is.”
“A trespasser hm? Where I’m from…we’re not nice to trespassers. And we’re especially not nice when they find out who we actually are.” Her eyes were hot. Burning almost. You could feel them peering into your mind, stealing information and thoughts.
“Please I won’t tell anyone. Honest. I-,”
“Oh no…no you won’t.” She let out a laugh circling you. You were now held up like the redhead, floating back to back with her. “You think you’ll have the chance to talk to tell someone?” She grinned. “Not when I’m through with you.”
Her hand twitched and you suddenly felt like you were being choked. She watched you pull for air, your eyes becoming red, your face pale.
“AGATHA,” Wanda yelled. You were released and dropped to the floor, your hands freed so you could catch yourself. You gasped for air, coughing, and heaving. “Let her go,” Wanda said.
“Dear, not only does she know I’m a witch, she knows you’re one too. Actually. Hon why don’t you stand up and tell Wanda your real name hm?”
You stood, your mind feeling free from tension after Agatha touched your temple. “What are you talking about?” Wanda said.
“Wanda? Hi, I’m y/n…I- I live here…listen please let us go. We- we won’t tell anyone promise. Just please let us go. Please I need my mind back, I need to see my family they- they were supposed to come home and-,”
“Okay that’s enough from you,” Agatha said. Your head felt heavy again, a daze. Grey filled your mind as the information about Westview covered your identity.
“Wh- what is she talking about?” Wanda asked.
“Wanda, you’ve trapped a whole town to be a part of your…little sitcom life. Did you really think it was all real? Vision is dead. Dead. He’s DEAD.” Wanda’s face dropped, tears falling with it.
“You killed him. Wanda, Vision died…twice. What I don’t understand is how the hell you were able to bring him back and trap a whole city under your control. That- That…is magic I need.” She pointed at Wanda, her hand shaking back and forth with power.
“I’m not a witch,” Wanda said. Unconvinced, Agatha threw her against the bookshelf causing books to fly.
“Ah yes thank you, this is the book I needed,” Agatha said picking one up that fell by her. “The Scarlet witch is not born, she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. Your power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It is your destiny to destroy the world,” she read. You had wild thoughts flying through your head. But something caused them to feel heavy and dense. You weren’t able to form words about what was happening or really understand.
“Stop,” Wanda said. She looked down at you, still on the floor.
“Wanda. Give me your powers and I will let you both go.”
“Miss. Agatha please I-,”
“SHUT UP.” You flew up in the air and fell back to the ground. You screamed at the sudden change. She picked you up again and threw you at a wall, your body like a rag doll.
“STOP IT,” Wanda yelled. Her powers short-circuited as she tried to help you. Her eyes were confused and her hands dancing harder than ever. She ran to you, helping you up on your feet.
Agatha cackled at the two of you. Throwing her head back and bending at the knees. “Dear! Do you not even notice the ruins around you?” she laughed. Wanda looked around spinning. Seeing the ruins begin to glow. She still didn’t understand and felt even more trapped than before.
“Only the witch who sets the ruins can use her magic. These are fundamentals, Wanda. You really don’t know what you’re doing do you?”
“Let us go- let her go,” Wanda said, still in a fighting stance.
“Hon, she's not going anywhere, she knows too much. And YOU,” Agatha said, lifting Wanda in the air again, “are coming with me. Because you’re going to tell me how you did this.”
You both watched as Agatha glared.
“No,” Wanda finally said. Her eyes, now determined.
“No?” Agatha laughed. “Can you believe it? She said no!” she spoke to her rabbit.
"You don't get to say no," Agatha said, throwing Wanda against the wall again. She dragged her with her to another room, your hands tied as you hovered over the ground.
You couldn't see what was happening. But you flinched hearing the screams coming from the other room.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME," Wanda yelled.
"HOW DID YOU DO THIS WANDA," Agatha yelled back. She was determined. It wasn't for another few hits did she finally accept that Wanda didn't know.
"Well fuck this," Agatha said, walking back into the room. You stared into her eyes, they were purple and hot. A glow around her hand. You were quite taken by her. Your head pounded from the prior abuse. Your arms were sore, and your wrists feeling like something was grinding into them.
"Please can you loosen these?" you asked. Agatha walked over to you, her brow raised. She was surprised you even had the nerve to ask.
"The audacity," she said. You looked in her eye without flinching. She carefully scanned you, looking at you as if under a microscope. "Fine," she said. With a flick of her wrist, your hands were let go. You rubbed them, seeing the red marks on them. "What's your name again dear?"
"Um, Wv/n...," you responded.
"Alright, Wv/n. You can go. But I'm watching you. You speak of this and the next time you come here, you won't be leaving."
You looked at her, your eyes scanning hers. "Do you have questions or are you just staring at me intensely for nothing?"
"What? Oh no, I'm- sorry...I-,"
"Get out," she said, her hand magically forcing you through the door. You rolled out onto the grass watching the door slam shut behind you.
You got up and began to head into town, as you were doing earlier this morning. But something felt different. You could feel her in your head. Listening to your thoughts. You were now under the control of not one, but two witches.
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spoiler warning for the what if zombies episode !!
Imagine after the whole WandaVision thing Peter decides to take a leaf out of his dad’s book and makes an anti-telepath helmet because that would be super cool but it would also be hilarious if his is just a piece of tinfoil wrapped around his head like a conspiracy theorist.
all i do all day everyday is consume tragic romance narratives and think ‘okay but what about akafuri’ and i think thats very sexy of me
A/n: I'm sorry I'm in my Wanda phase😩 I'm bored so send requests. Sorry if this is bad. Also this is in first person. This is short. Reader is of age. Enjoy.
"What are cooking?" Wanda said while walking into the kitchen. "Spaghetti" I said while pouring the pasta in the pan. I walked over to the pantry grabbing the sauce.
"What are you doing?" She said heading towards pantry. "Getting the sauce." I said questioning myself if I got the right thing. "No, no, no. I have a secret recipe for that." She said while grabbing the sause from my hand and taking it back.
"Were going to need lots of tomatoes, onion, garlic, and herbs." She excitedly said. I turn off the stove because I wanted the sauce to almost be ready before I make the noodles.
"Can you cut me up some basil please?" She said while perfectly dicing tomatoes. I grabbed a knife and started cutting.
I started having trouble almost cutting my finger. "Here let me help." She places my hand the right way and guided me while cutting.
She smelled like pumpkin spice. I felt her warm breath against my neck which sent shivers down my spine and butterfly's to flutter in my stomach.
"Wow your a quick learner." She smirked. My cheeks went cherry red I tried using my hair to cover it. She let out a small chuckle and moved away. "I think you got from here." She passed me the onions. "Try these."
She went back to cutting the tomatoes and quickly finished. Soon the place smelled like an Italian restaurant. I started boiling the noodles and the sauce.
"We should put on some music set the mood. You know?" She grabbed two knives and forks. "Yes. Friday play Italian dinner music." "Yes Ms/Mr L/n."
The music filled the kitchen. Wanda set the table and I toasted the bread.
I was waiting for the bread to finish when Wanda snuck up behind me. She twirled me around. "Dance with me." She said, her voice was soft and careful.
We slowed danced around the dining table. She lit the candle with her magic. I put my head on her shoulder listening to her heartbeat. I felt safe, at peace.
The beeper on the toast startled me. "I'll get it." She said heading towards the kitchen.
I looked down and smiled to myself. Everything felt perfect.
I sat down a took a sip of water while watching Wanda carry in the food. She placed down the plate taking a seat.
"Dinner is served." She said smiling. "Thank you madam."
I took a bite of the pasta and my tastebuds felt blessed. "This is really good." I said with food still in my mouth pointing to the plate. She smirked. "Don't thank me, thank the recipe."
Ok starting of now to get my creative juices yes I called them that to start working again I will be accepting requests. So send me anything you like and I'll write it. If you are sending a request please check below for guidelines.
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MONICA RAMBEAU in WANDAVISION: EP. 5 – “On a Very Special Episode...”
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A preview of my fic that nobody wants but I’m doing anyway.
Title : all the love you gave was golden