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#Someday I'm going to have to draw this version of Vision...
omgatalkingtoaster · 2 years
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Ultimate Vision
It was delicate work, folding time back. He had considered that it might be simpler to just bring her back- but after all he had done- and then he thought of her grief- if he could spare her that- wouldn’t that be better? So he folded back time, delicately finding the moment he could move through the dimension without tearing anything. He didn’t want to create phishers in the multiverse. So he found his moment with care and delicacy. 
A church- Sokovia- Wanda- her brother and Ultron puffing up with his pride. The exact second he entered was a bit of humor on his own part. A moment he could not help himself. A love of the ironic ran through him deep to the core of his oldest programs. “Everyone creates the thing they dread. Men of peace create engines of war, invaders create avengers, people create...smaller people? Uh...children! I lost the word there. Children. Designed to supplant them, to help them...end.“ Ultron puffed on not seeing the child he helped create step out of the darkness behind him. His eyes glowing golden as he locked Ultron away.  The Infinity Stones glowed in the dark- Mind on his forehead, Power on his navel, Soul on his left shoulder, Time on his right, Reality on his left hand and Space on his right. He stepped from the shadows- his golden cape flowing behind him glittering as if in fire light though no light was there to create it. He didn’t look at Ultron, he didn’t look at Pietro. He only had eyes for Wanda.  There she was alive and beautiful- fiery and fierce. Wanda- Ultron was trying to understand what had happened but before he could speak red light surrounded him and crushed his form down into a simple metal ball. “Wanda-” Forgive me. Remember me. I love you. I love you. I love you...
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rogeriswater · 2 years
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Don’t Leave Me Now
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This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.
tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, smoking, maggie is a married woman, roger has a girlfriend
August, 1967
~r.w~ She's been driving me mad lately. Not that I don't love her, I do. I just needed some space. From Judy; from the band. Especially since Syd's behavior has become increasing erratic lately. Hopefully it was just a passing phase.
And Judy, she's been very clingy lately, insisting we spend every minute together. I love her, and someday I hope to marry her, but she doesn't understand that I'm busy with the band. We've just released our first album, The Piper At The Gates of Dawn. And we're drawing larger crowds when we perform.
I just needed a night to myself. And that's what brought me outside this place. Above the entrance was a sign that read Lou's Wonderland. It was a fairly new club in town, and every time I walked or drove by, it was always lively. Figured tonight was the perfect night to see what all the fuss was about.
~m.r~
"It's quite the crowd out there tonight," spoke Clea Hutton, my best friend since childhood. She had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she applied my makeup. "And they're all here to see you!"
"There's only one person I care about seeing me tonight" I said, talking obviously of my husband Billy. Clea rolled her eyes.
"If he shows up tonight" she muttered to herself, though I know she meant for me to hear it.
Billy has been my husband of six years. In fact, he was my first and only love. We met during our first year of high school. I don't know about him, but I know I was immediately smitten with him. We got married not long after we graduated, making us only the mere age of eighteen. My mom and stepdad weren't really approving of the idea of us marrying at such age.
I was hoping Billy would show up tonight. The whole year I've been singing for Lou, he's never once come to see me perform. He always makes the promise too, but he never shows. But he always manages to make it up to me.
Clea always makes remarks about how she thinks Billy is no good for me. What the hell does she know? She's never been with a guy for more than three months!
Clea sighed as she put down a tube of lipstick. "You better hope he shows, otherwise he's getting smacked so hard he'll be flying all the way to America"
There was a knock on the dressing room door. It opened and Lou peeked his head in. "It's showtime, Mags" Then, he was gone.
Now, you see, I'm not much of a singer. I've never had a real passion for music. It's just something I do as a favor to Lou because he's a family friend. My real passion in life is to someday be a lawyer. It's a real tough career for a woman to get into, but I have nothing but confidence that I'll make it.
Well, here goes nothing. It's time for me to go out there and knock 'em dead.
~r.w~
I had to admit, it was quite a nice vibe in this place. How have I never been in here before? I noticed the band on the stage was getting ready to play. I was curious to hear what they sounded like. They certainly didn't look like anyone I would of heard before.
I managed to find a seat at an empty table. The lights had dimmed momentarily, but when they came back on, there was a girl who was on stage.
And bloody hell, was she the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life.
As far as I was concerned, it was only her and I in the room. When I looked at her, it was like my vision was blurred, but I could see her clearly.
She was blonde. I've always had a thing for blondes. I couldn't quite see her eyes from here, but I had no doubt they were gorgeous. Her lips were plump, and her cheekbones were very defined. Her hair was curled, framing her pretty face perfectly. She wore a dress made of iridescent, shining discs that left her arms, midriff, and legs exposed.
Those legs. I couldn't help but imagine myself in between them.
Then she spoke in the most angelic voice I'd ever heard. "Hello. If you're a regular here, then you probably already know who I am. And for those who are new to Lou's, let me introduce myself. I'm Maggie Robinson"
Maggie. Christ, even her name was beautiful.
The crowd cheered and clapped for her. I noticed that her eyes were searching the crowd, almost as if she was looking for someone. I noticed that she seemed to look disappointed. But, she managed to keep up her smile. Even if it was a pained one.
It made me wonder if she was just as troubled as I was. It made me want to jump up on that stage and take her in my arms.
Please, Maggie, look my way.
And then she did. We only held a gaze for a moment. I flashed her a smile, and I swear I could see her blush.
The band began to play. I quickly recognized the tune as Happy Together by The Turtles. Then, she started to sing. I don't think I've ever heard a voice so melodic and beautiful.
~m.r~
I made my introduction with the crowd, like I always do. So many eyes were on me but there was only one pair I was hoping to meet. But I never did. Because he never showed up like he promised to. To say I was disappointed —again— would be an understatement. I was hoping no one noticed that I was upset. I tried hiding it behind my smile.
My eyes began surfing the crowd again. They fell upon a man sitting by his lonesome at a table. I wasn't going to lie, he was very pretty. Even though he was sitting, I could tell he was tall. His hair was brown and long. But his face is what intrigued me the most. His features were almost equine in nature.
He flashed a cute smile at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up, but that could've just been from the lights shining upon me.
The band began to play the set list for tonight, the first song being Happy Together. I didn't really write anything original. I just sang covers of songs.
As I performed, I couldn't help but notice that the tall, lonesome man kept his gaze upon me. Well, everyone was gazing at me, but his gaze felt more intense.
I decided to play along with this man. So, anytime I sang a flirty or romantic lyric, I made sure to look right at him, smile, and maybe throw in a wink or two.
I told myself I was just doing it out of the loneliness I felt because Billy didn't show up tonight.
Or maybe there was a part of me that secretly hoped he'd approach me after the show.
~r.w~
I knew exactly what she was doing and I was enjoying every minute of it. She was flirting with me. I wonder. Does she want me as much as I want her in this very moment?
One thing I knew for absolute certain: I needed to talk to her before the night ended.
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captainkurosolaire · 3 years
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~ Mass Update ~
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Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.
Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go... First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share. [Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done. [Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though. [The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too. [Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even. [Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here. [Asks] -- Same thing. [Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later. [Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now. [Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.
Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed. [Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects. [CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear? [21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this. [Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things. [Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter. Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that. ...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today. Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came
before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone. I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion. That's all I got and am anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real. I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward. But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done. There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Future Plans --------------------------------------------------------------------- For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily. Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky. Anyways, cheers hearties.
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