• I know that I’m fucked up and infected • I’ve been hiding in the fear, rejected • thank god that you finally found me • ‘cause you gotta get me outta here • I’ve been a little sick and disconnected • I’ve been loving like I’ve been neglected • all the walls coming down around me • and you gotta get me outta here • [X]
Uhm I’m drawing some quick doodle-ish pics to some of my favorite songs that I think suit the two of them~
• ‘cause I want it now • I want it now • give me your heart and your soul • and I’m not breaking down • I’m breaking out • last chance to lose control • and I want you now • I want you now • I’ll feel my heart implode • and I’m breaking out • escaping now • feeling my faith erode • [X]
New IronFrost stuff I’m gonna colour soon! (Meaning in 2378374904 years)
Based on my manip
I’m sorry, but as much as I did enjoy CA:TWS, I think I am officially done with the Asgardian segment of Marvel. I cannot see this as anything but a travesty in the works, full of shallow caricatures of complex issues. You could drive the entirety of the Chitauri army through some of the gaping plot holes they’ve created thus far, not to mention a host of other ills. Ragnarok isn’t about the ‘bad” guys trying to destroy everything the “good” guys love for shits’n’giggles and honestly, I don’t think Marvel has the wherewithal to actually do it any sort of justice.
I have to agree. It seems as if Marvel just can’t write the Asgardian characters and plots as well it has been able to do for the Iron Man and Captain America films.
I still haven’t heard anything worthy enough about TDW to work up the interest to rent it, much less hand Marvel the cash to buy it.
Tony contemplates his choices…
What are you going to do next?
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This is a powerful composition.
Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows
For nine long nights,
Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odin,
Offered, myself to myself
The wisest know not from whence spring
The roots of that ancient rood.
They gave me no bread,
They gave me no mead,
I looked down;
With a loud cry
I took up runes;
From that tree I fell.
Every writer is different, but there’s a few basic, well proven, tactics to keep the person who creates world happy in their own.
Write for yourself. Write the story you want to write, the way you want to write it, because in the end, you’re the one doing all the work! If you can’t enjoy the process, then it’s work. Not the fun work, the kind of work you have to go visit a bar afterwards to get rid of the dread. Believe it or not, your story will have little remnants of your psyche when you’re done; and if you didn’t like the story or enjoy the writing of it, it will show. So in the end, if you’re not writing the story you want to write and enjoying it as you go, then readers won’t either! Then what’s the point?
Don’t be afraid to write as freely as you please.While you’re writing that story you know will never sell, just because you like it, make sure not to restrict yourself to certain subjects or certain scenes. Would your friend gasp if they saw you writing Vampires? Or Romance? Or Vampire Romance? If it’s something you want to write, then write it freely and without guilt, to the full capacity of your desire and then sit back and decide if you want others to see it.
Keep your Mind Palace (mental writing place) sacred. Don’t go letting everyone in! It’s tempting, especially if you’re surrounded by supportive writers and readers who are always excited to see more of your stuff. But when everyone is in your headspace, there’s no room for you. You’ll end up trampling the advice to ‘Write for yourself’, because it’s hard not to be influenced by people who have a hand on your agenda.
You need to write with the door closed, so it’s only you who gets to see the writing process and make the calls. Then, once you’re finished, fling open the door and let all the enthusiastic others in to enjoy the profit. You’ll want to share, you’ll want to include others, but it’s desperately important to value the privacy of your own writing headspace. When they’re others inside, it changes how you look at things. You end up looking through their eyes and through your own.
Write often: If this is something you love, if this is something you thrive on, then you need to keep in contact with it. Those first few words may be hard, but it’s like reworking the muscles after a break. It’s only the first few moments, and then it will open up and you’ll feel that connection that you came for to begin with; that fulfillment of words on a page or a world suddenly tangible. The longer breaks you take or the more you avoid it, the harder it will be to start again. Keep in constant practice with it – for an hour a day or ten minutes – and the craft will come easily to you, and you’ll have the strongest connection. It’ll eliminate those sudden declines in quality and you’ll feel more centered with the world.
Read often. Just as important as writing often is to read often. You’re looking at the finished products of your craft and it both gives you field tips on how to write your own but encouragement that it can be done. Read broadly over all genres and all writing styles, to see what new things could inspire you and what horrible mistakes to avoid yourself. Read deeply; take the time to study the words or slip yourself into the character’s voice and absorb it in. Absorb what was good about it and add it to your own; while taking note of what was done bad and improve upon it. Let yourself get whisked away by the story, the voice, the character and then find out how they did it so you can do it yourself; even better.
Keep musing even when you’re not writing. Let the stories and the characters stay in your head. Some of the best plotting is done when you’re away from the story, so don’t push away the talking of the characters or the forming of new plots just because you’re not close to a pen. It’s better to have had the idea and lost it, than to have not had it at all. Whatever you focus on will grow, so let the story continue to churn and boil in your head all the time; and in the process, it will develop into something much richer. You’re a writer, this is what you do. And often times you’ll never feel as centered in the world as when you have a story in your head.
Take time to draw from inspiration. Go ahead and spare that extra time looking through pictures that inspire you or certain lines that spark a story in your mind. Collect things around you that encourage writing and cultivate your Mind Palace; such as certain music that reminds you of a character, a picture so powerful that it tells the story all at once, or a line of dialogue that you want to follow. Have inspiration at hand, and then muse on it when you’re not writing, so it can grow.
In the end, just put your hands to the keys and let it lead you.
(Estoy perezosa de escribir en inglés así que explicaré esto en español. gomen YvY)
Viendo las nuevas imágenes de la película de Tom mi imaginación comenzó a volar y nació esto.
Un AU donde huyendo de su enemigos, usando el cubo cósmico, desesperado fuera lanzado a Midgar (pero no la Midgar nuestra sino la de la época de la Inglaterra victoriana).
En aquella época llena de engranajes, humo y caos pensaba volverse loco tratando de volver a su época y tierra. Todo era tan primitivo y aburrido allí… hasta que algo llamó su atención. Un curioso detective que ocupaba portada de periódicos ocultando su rostro y mucho más listo que aquellas patéticas criaturas. Nada perdía por echar un ojo.
Cuando lo halló un vuelco dio su corazón… ¿Stark? ¿Qué hacía ahí? ¿Lo trajo sin querer en su huida? No, no era él. Tal vez era un antepasado lejano. No lo sabía con certeza pese a que entre esos dos hombres separados por siglos casi no había diferencia física… y en el ingenio tampoco. Tal vez la mayor diferencia era que ya no tenía aquel artefacto que brillaba en su pecho. Y pese a lo limitado del conocimiento de su época, aquel midgardiano pudiera ayudarle en su cometido…
(Me tomé la libertad de traducirlo por ti. Dime si quieres que lo borre <3)
Upon seeing the new pictures of Tom’s movie, my imagination took off and gave birth to this.
An AU where, after desperately using the Cosmic Cube to run from his enemies, [Loki] was thrown to Midgard — not our Midgard, but that of Victorian England.
In that era of cogs, smoke, and chaos, he thought he would go crazy trying to return to his own time and land. Everything was so primitive and boring there… until something caught his eye. A curious detective, featured on front pages of newspapers hiding his face from the cameras, and a lot cleverer than the rest of those pathetic creatures. Loki would lose nothing by checking it out.
But when he found him, his heart skipped a beat. Stark? What was he doing there? Had Loki unwittingly brought him along in his escape? Ah, but no, it wasn’t him. A distant ancestor, maybe — he didn’t know for certain — despite the fact that, among those two men separated by centuries, there was almost no physical difference… or intellectual. Maybe the biggest difference was that he no longer had that glowing device in his chest.
Maybe, despite the limited knowledge of his time, that Midgardian could help Loki in his mission…
waiting for the godly boyfriend continues..
*Tony and Loki have had a child and spend summers in Asgard so the child will know her heritage*
Thor: It is good to have family together again! I missed your presence!
Tony: Yeah well it’s nice to be here again Point Break.
Loki: Sigurd! Sigurd get out of the duck pond!
Sigurd: *giggles and splashes while ducks cower before her*
Tony: *chuckles* So were are we headed today?
Thor: I wish to show young Sigurd the Ancestral Temple, so that she might know the history of her forefathers and forebears. I shall summon Mjolnir and we will be off.
Sigurd: *upon hearing Mjolnir* I go get it uncle Thow!
Sigurd: *toddles off towards the throne where it is kept*
Tony: I’ll go get her.
Thor: *amused* Nay, friend Tony! Let her. It will be a good lesson in humbleness.
Loki: *chaffed but silent*
Sigurd: *toddling back, awkwardly but defiantly holding Mjolnir* Hers yo hamma uncle Thow!
Thor: *stunned silence*
Tony: *slack jawed silence*
Loki: *one second of stunned silence and then fist pump* YEEEEEEEES!
Hi there!! I’m back!
I’m so sorry for the long absense, have a lot of stuff going on lately, but it’s really good to be back!
Here’s a small update for you all, it’s only a page, but I promise I’ll update more often from now on :D
In wich Steve gives Tony a harsh reminder of Lokis past, and we get to see Tony’s conflict between his heart and his duty…
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