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12/02/2021 08:11 PM 

Living dreams and wonderlands, Tiny Little Tree

It was something that she had overlooked undertaking; singing. It was a pastime that she had shared, lovingly, with her mother pre-explosion of her entire life. It was always spontaneous and her Anya; oh how ethereal her voice genuinely was to the youthful Wanda. It never faltered; not ever.

Oh, how Wanda loved to be awoken with her mother's dulcet tones as she prepared breakfast for the family. Open country-bread sandwiches with túró cheesemájkrém, and bacon...what could she state? Pietro loved his porcine meat products, and Wanda did as well. Their father loved to have some kenล‘májas on his sandwich and there was always an abundance of kabanos and beerwurst. It covered everyone's preferences, but her mother would always go the extra mile to make sure to always have fruit products as well like, mulberry jam and Hungarian fruit soup, and some apple-pear juice. During the preparations, her mother would sing so beautifully and, sometimes, if he was in the mood to; her father would break out his zither to accompany her. The sounds, smells, and feelings of love permeated every inch of her morning meal. So swept up at the moment that Wanda would accompany her with various songs.

During the day, right after school, Wanda would rush home to be with her parents because it inevitably meant that she would get to learn how to play and sing as beautifully as her parents did. They tried to teach Pietro the zither but he was more in tune with listening silently as his father played and mother sang. Wanda, on the other hand, absorbed like a sponge. Each lesson was new, enlightening, and full of pleasure even if she got frustrated with it most days. It just forced her to practice, practice, practice.

These were the lessons that she truly wanted to learn. History of Sokovia be damned to her; it was all boring facts about its history, language, and government. But, learning what vibrato meant or how to play the of the zither? A zither was harder than you can expect and then add a few more metrics to it but Wanda could, eventually, find herself a rhythm with the instrument. Not a pro; not even by a long shot but she was proficient at a beginners/intermediary level. It made her proud, and it gave her so much alone time with her father that she got a better history of Sokovia. Flowing tales that he regaled her with about his childhood, stories about her Nagyapa and Nagymama as well. Wonderful things that she treasured more than life itself. Things that she found out by more than just hanging around him day to day while he went about his business and she; her own. Finding out tidbits about past wars; especially the big one which made Wanda sad and she would openly weep as her father regaled her with stories of their past. All of her Jewish relatives, other's family members, their children, their cities, and their countries. That sadness brought a rich depth to her playing the zither. All those feelings of powerlessness that her people felt, her own sadness, as well as her utter joy from learning these lessons and finding a new love for the teacher. It added a rich depth to her playing. She could feel the sounds of each string deep in her soul for which she plucked from the air in her mind and named them after her lost heritage.

Wanda and music? It was a very storied and loving past that, not only brought her to her ancestors of old but bonded her so intrinsically with her family with each string that she pulled or each note that she executed. Now, when she did sing? It was always in private as a way to connect to her family; the entire line of her parentage. Being a jew who did not celebrate or live by her religion; this was her time of devotion, praise, and connection.

As she had gotten older and came into her powers; Wanda's singing became even richer with more moving parts to it. Hex Magicks would ignite around her thoughts as little fairies danced around her room. Rich, brilliant flowers would bloom out of the wooden slats of the flooring. The sun slowly rose in the east to lighten the room in a field of cerulean and gold. All too soon, her meager room would look like the movie; Fantasia as her voice became both soft and bold, wild and tempered, sweet and dark. This was what magic should be; she always thought to herself. Not some power that can rend universes, break minds, ensorcell and rend.

So, when Groot had asked her to sing him a song; Wanda was, slightly, taken aback. He was her ward, a very special, little being that had taken over her heart in mere moments. All she wished to do was protect him, unlike what she had done with her own twins. The difference? Groot was real, manifested, and made on a real plane of existence. All Wanda wanted to do was protect him, enrich him, play with him, teach him, and love him. There was so much more, kind of like a diamond because it had so many facets to it.

Singing; this time around? It was something that she wanted to share with another being. Project the love for the craft and how it cradled her in times of need and gave her life some semblance of meaning.

To manifest this love into something tangible. Wanda wanted to delight him, entrance him and move him like he's never been moved before. She had to plan.

Tuning her zither; sadly it was not her father's due to the damage at her house and later to her country. The first thing she had purchased when she became an Avenger was a zither that she made sure had a very rich history to it. It was tuned and polished so that the rich wood gleamed when the sun or her Hex Magicks hit it with a trickle of light. Next, she bought herself a Sokovian traditional folklore outfit and watched videos on how to braid and flower her hair in just the right fashions to go along with her outfit.

When everything was shopped for, picked up, and put together; she gave it the stamp of approval in her bedroom mirror and then undressed to put the items away as she continued her preparation for that day. The music; a song that was a lullaby rich to her people's history had to be just perfect. Wanda could only settle on one song; though it referenced a father over a mother. She did not think that Groot would mind the small inclusion of the word mother over father within the song itself. It was not like she was going to be singing this to a packed audience, you know?

So, finally, with the song in hand and practiced for a week straight. Wanda was ready.

That morning, before he was to awaken. Wanda woke extra early and prepared her entire morning. She had bought all the same breakfast fixings that her mother would make each morning before school would start. Everything was at the ready there; now it was time to shower and then put on all her accouterments for the full effect. When she looked into the mirror as she finished every small detail; Wanda began to openly weep at her visage. It was breathtaking.

(An example of a Hungarian folklore costume: https://i3.read01.com/SIG=2ni2mrv/353430373134306565363662356131353964376164343532.jpg) 

It was about that time that she heard the first stirrings of her little tree. Dressed to the nines, Wanda waltzed into his room to wake him up while she waited for him to appreciate or comment on her full regalia. She was all smiles; her heart filled with simple pleasure and joy at this connection to her people, her family, her heritage, and her previous life that was now connected to this little being. She dearly missed those frugal but carefree days full of love, life, and daily night-time viewings of her favorite American family comedies. God, it had been so long since she looked back to that time with peace and love.

As he woke, little brown and soulful eyes gazed up at the woman he, now, called mother and he seemed befuddled. After a few moments, the grains of Puck's sleep were gently wiped from his eyes. The smile was what every mother could ever dream of seeing from their child: one of abject love, acceptance, and sweetness. Sitting up quickly, she lifted little arms to her while he asked; "I am Groot," (What are you wearing, mommy?) Wanda smiled warmly and answered him in a singsong voice. "These are the clothes of my peoples, little tree. They are part of my heritage."

Lifting him, she put him on her shoulder and then moved to the mirror so he could see her fully. The morning sun shone off of her scarlet, curly locks in such a way that they looked like a mix of gold and copper and reddish-brown. A patchwork of her life and of coming into her powers, she mused to herself. Little fingers moved to one of the braids as they danced along the strands; mesmerized.

"I am Groot" (Your hair is so pretty mama, but why are you all dressed up like this today?) Wanda gave a broad smile and spun around to the sounds of him going "Wheeeee," in her ear. It made the Sokovian woman giggle; something that she had not done to this extent in such a long, long time. With utter joy and glee in her breast and her mind.

"I am going to treat you to something you have been asking me for weeks now. You wanted me to sing to you, yes?"She did not wait for an answer, though."I thought that it might be prudent for both of us that I reconnect to my past. To give you a show and to, finally, find some true passion and light in this life. That is you, that is me, this cabin, and our new life together. It is a time for me to stop seeing my past and being enraged but to be bewitched enough to fall in love with what once was. So, I am going to sing you a song; like you have been asking me for. It is a lullaby, my little tree. I apologize for not singing it to you at night, but I wanted to show you how my family was before all of this started," she sighed heavily. She did not want to get sucked back into that rage or hate again. No, this was a celebration.

"All right, it is time for breakfast. I have many treats for you and while you eat, I shall sing you a song. Deal?"The little man looked at her with that puppy dog, soulful eyes, and smiled so brightly that he could put Dazbog to shame with all of its radiant glory."I am Groot" (I am starving mom; I am ready.) With that, Wanda nodded softly to him and moved toward the kitchen area.

She was quick to put together his breakfast. Toasting the bread, putting out the cheese, sausages, liverwurst, fruit soup, mulberry jam, and everything else. The dishes were special too, just to make this day as magical as she could for Groot.

When she could juggle and herd him into a seat with a feast before him; all of his morning rituals were put on pause for the time being; Wanda took a seat on the other side of the table. Pulling out the zither, she placed it on the table and gave him the most loving of smiles.

"Ready my little tree?" She asked with a cant of her head and a gentle smile. Groot gave a sage nod while his little cheeks were stuffed so much that he looked like a baby chipmunk. With that acknowledgment, Wanda was ready.

The zither was laid on the table as Wanda leaned over it and with steady fingers; she began to pick the strings until the stiffness in her fingers began to dissipate. Clearing her throat, softly, she had done some vocal workout as she had gotten ready. So, she could feel how loose her diaphragm was and how warm and flexible her vocal cords, now, were. All she needed to do was to play the song. She planned to sing it in its original tongue as she used her mind to let him hear the English translation.

The sound of the zither was dreamy and otherworldly. It added depth to the vocals as she felt a sudden swarming of warmth and abject joy. His visage with that smile would forever be burned into her mind. Closing her eyes as she got into the song; her powers began to manifest slowly but with a passion that she's never truly felt before.

The room burst forth with a brilliant red light; as if the universe had just come into being with a wild bang. As the zither's tones started to get richer and more precise; the light broke off into a world of wonder and amazement. Tiny fairies buzzed about the room as beautiful flowers blossomed into being all at once. Lush grass began to bud and then grow at 15x its normal rate. Trees of all kinds began to make the floor shake under their feet as they began to push forth from the fertile ground. Small saplings of Pine, Willow, Dogwood all shot upward and filled themselves out into large, sprawling beasts that were knotted and bent with giant sprays of branches that were fecund with leaves. All too soon butterflies unfurled from cocoons that sprouted in the lush trees all around the kitchen. Leaving them sitting in their own secret world. Although her powers only manifested themselves in a lavish red; these manifestations started to separate, coalesce and join in an orgy of varying shades of crimson. Blush pinks with hints of gold, radiant rose, and all the shades of red in-between. A feat that even a master painter of Italian ancestry could never come close to embodying.

This was their world, their perfect hideaway. This was Groot and Wanda's Eden. A day that she wished that she and Groot would never and could never forget. Once she had gotten her fingers to pull together and shape the world, they were within; Wanda started the song. As the song began, the first note that could be heard from her was silken with a gentle fire lit underneath it all. The embers felt warm which brought out the honey in each note.


"A csendes ég lenyugodott, a város alszik
Menj aludni fiam is.
Fölötted egy gyönyörลฑ pillangó flörtöl,
Száz tündér suhan feléd.
Kitárod a karjaidat búcsúzóul,
Így suttogsz jó éjszakát,
Amíg a tündérek földjén jársz,
anyukád vigyázni fog rád.


Te vagy életem reménysége,
Te vagy nekem az élet.
Csak add a kezed anyukádnak,
És álmodd gyönyörลฑ gyermekemet.
Álmodban hallgass mesetörténeteket,
Hallgasd szívem dalát,
Szeress úgy, ahogy én szeretlek téged,
Jó éjszakát kicsi fiam.


Amikor virágok nyílnak az úton
Törล‘dj velem.
Mindig szeretni foglak, várni foglak, hívlak,
Gondolj rám gyönyörลฑ gyermekem.
Amikor utam végére érek,
Mondj búcsút tล‘lem,
Búcsúzz el édesanyádtól, mint a régi idล‘kben,
Pihenj, és jó éjszakát.


Búcsúzz el édesanyádtól, mint a régi idล‘kben,
Pihenj, és jó éjszakát."



In Groot's mind, Wanda relayed the words in English and with the change from father to mother; hoping that the person who wrote it would be all right with it all. This was solely for fun, anyway.


(The quiet sky has set, the city is sleeping.
Go to sleep also my son.
Above you, a beautiful butterfly is flirting,
A hundred fairies are gliding to you.
You open your arms as a farewell.
This is how you whisper good night.
While you are walking the land of the fairies,
your mommy will watch over you.


You are all the hope of my life.
You are life to me.
Just give your hand to your mom.
And dream my beautiful child.
In your dream may you listen to fairytale stories,
Listen to the song of my heart.
Love me just like I love you.
Good night my little son.


When flowers are blooming on your way
Care about me.
I will always love you, wait for you, call you.
Think about me, my beautiful child.
When I reach the end of my road,
Say farewell to me.
Say goodbye to your mother, like in the old times.
Rest you and good night.


Say goodbye to your mother, like in the old times.
Rest you and good night.)



This all had been a very trying bit of her extraordinary powers. A superior muscle that she had never exerted but was dearly in specific need of proper use. They dearly needed flexing, stretching, and building strength so it was well worth the hearty squeeze for herself. Plus, she got the chance to faithfully deliver him, and herself, the emotional time of their lives. A private time that most active parents typically achieved by traditionally employing pillow forts and using projectors. Wanda got to inextricably entwine him within her complex world with sights, scents, sounds, feelings, and history. 


As she naturally came to a gentle stop, her pleasant voice slowly faded out like the unique strings of her zither came to a slow stop. Wanda sat back inside the peaceful quiet and felt higher than a kite. This whole thing had been precisely like a psychedelic drug for her and it was addicting. It instantly gave her such extraordinary power that she traditionally knew the corona of brilliant crimson within her fierce eyes would not fade for precious hours now. Standing on wobbly feet, she gently took in a deep, gentle breath and moved over to him so that she could kneel in front of him. A beatific smile on her lovely face all for him.


"So, little tree...Good morning," she said thoughtfully with a knowing wink and then placed a tender kiss on his lovely head. Gradually, she sat back onto a plush chair and began furiously to make herself some breakfast as she waited for Groot to finish his mouthful of food and parse his real feelings to her about the whole event. Wanda waited with her whole soul abuzz with this increased power. She felt instantly relaxed; calmer than she has ever felt in her possible life as she merely watched the magical diorama that she had created for her and Groot begin fading from sight like fairy dust falling into glimmering pools on the floor at their feet.


(An example of a Hungarian lullaby: https://youtu.be/vXY5_-Oz8lU )
(An example of Hungarian instruments, the zither is listed in there: 
https://folklife.hu/roots-to-revival/traditional-culture/music-and-dance/folk-musical-instruments/)
(Video of a zither being played; The sound of silence: 
https://youtu.be/B3Z9XBAw4cU )

11/25/2021 02:27 PM 

2022



It's all gravy!

11/23/2021 01:03 PM 

!x! Aunt May

โ "You need to wake up! I can't do this without you!" โž

So cold, the filthy floor, her battered body, and her conscious mind were all; cold. How had she come to this? The last thing she recalled was receiving an urgent call from Peter's Aunt succinctly stating that something was amiss. Someone was allegedly taking Superheroes, Anti-heroes, Vigilantes, Mutants, and Mutates alike. The sound of her frantic voice, on the phone, was only mirrored by the wild, worried, and almost unhinged thought processes entering May's mind during said call.

It was distinctive, the musical notes that, suddenly, came into aural, violent manifestation. That was when there was a terrific bang, then the harsh sound of May screaming as the phone clacked to the floor and, suddenly, there was silence. Over the phone and through her link into May's conscious mind. After a breathless moment; the distinct sound of labored breathing could be overheard on the other end of the personal call before she heard a deep, masculine voice with a tinge of grit to his tone speaking to her from May's, discarded mobile phone. "We know who this is, you cannot cunningly hide from us, Miss Maximoff. Your signature output is like a radiation field," the man said impatiently. As if on cue, Wanda could hear a mirroring sound at her own front door as it was kicked open.

She promptly put up the good fight, using her Magicks with apparent impunity. When all was scarcely said and done, Wanda had taken out five of their men but, in the melee, she lost sight of one of her attackers and, as she carefully turned to detect him? Something unusually substantial came down onto the side of her neck and head; striking her in the brachial plexus. There was a bright, ghastly light that radiated out and then shut with a snap behind her eyes. Alas, the scant comfort of pure darkness naturally took her over and she was out cold well before her unconscious body dropped with a loud thud onto the wooden floor below her feet.

Not sure how much critical time had gone by, but when she awoke? Ugh, the acute pain was searing, especially behind her eyes. A sensitive mouth, that felt too wide on her left side was suffocating in a cottony dryness that Wanda didn't think the Nile could ever purge. Inchmeal, she sat up, and it dawned on her why. Recalling, very distantly, the feeling of being shaken so wildly that she thought she could be entrapped in one of those Shake n' Bake bags. The operative words trailed through her subconscious and up through to her waking, panicked mind.

"You need to wake up! I can't do this without you," it was May's voice. Her familiar tone was laced with well-founded fear, panic, and a subtle hint of anarchical strength. Wanda's pain-sickened mind was furthermore,  bombarded by May's thoughts. Through them, Wanda could track a path from her call with May to their landing here; wherever here even was?

All she could identify was a dirty truck where they were both laying with May begging Wanda to wake the f*** up. Next, they were dragged out of said truck very unceremoniously. Sore backs of heads, shapely shoulders, and tailbones were knocked against the metal railing as they were pulled free to be draped over strong arms and into the bleak, cold building. Moments later, to be just as unceremoniously dumped onto a concrete floor with dried puddles of ichor that sufficiently showed the abandoned buildings past as a meat-cutting plant.

Wanda groaned heavily and naturally went to stroke her sore head to pull her hand back, just to find a caking of dried blood and dirt that had settled onto her neck and into her scarlet locks. It dawned on her then; why the hell was her hands free? That is when she felt the cold metal contraption, that she so loathed, tightly wrapped around her slender throat. Shiny, with a brilliant red light in the middle. They had cuffed her for her powers but had not thought to set her into a straight jacket? It must have been because they were just deposited and weren't counting on her to be awake; not just yet.

There was no time; Wanda dearly wanted to confer earnestly with May but did not want to give away that she was awake just yet. Plus, the possible intrusion of her, suddenly, forcing herself into May's mind might be a dead giveaway. She possessed no time. Without a word, Wanda moved over to carefully touch May on the arm. A tiny wisp of red fire extended out of her right index finger as she implanted it right onto the inner part of her arm; producing a faint, scarlet mark. As she carefully looked at the other woman; she could instantly see as her powers manifested from that touch and ran furiously up the other woman's arm in red flames, up her chest and neck, and over her face. At that point, there was a mini pulse as it manifested into her eyes. They flashed a brilliant, cherry color and faded swiftly.

It was then that Wanda laid back down to play opossum as she clamored, through her debilitating migraine, to typically force all the millions of voices and thoughts she heard on a regular basis to fade away until it only magnified her own voice and May's in each of their heads."Act naturally, May. We can not allow them to know I am conscious, yet. Seeing as they have only cuffed me and not confined me up in a straight jacket. At this point, my powers only work on a minute scale. I can barely access your mind but if we plan this right, we may be fit to get out of this. Find a phone, something to promptly notify Clint and the other Avengers that we are here. Gently squeeze my fingers if you understand?"

While she waited eagerly, Wanda cautiously opened her eyes and did her best to desperately attempt to get a feeling of the dingy room they were in. It appeared that two armed men were undoubtedly standing by the private door. Only to be seen by the backs of their heads through the glass of the principal door as they spoke passionately to one another. Who could they be? Wanda could exclusively think of one person that desired her this badly; Hayward. Which meant that SWORD might also be in play. But, she recognized her prominent role in this terrible game but what about Peter? There had to be more to it, but she purely retained that one, infinitesimal piece of the puzzle; outside of herself, of course. Then again, why May? It smelled to Wanda as if there might be either a cover-up or something way worse; but what, she did not know.

Laying there, assuredly doing her best to mimic the exact way that she was splayed onto the ground when they forcibly threw her here; something dawned on her. May mentioned that others, like herself and Peter, were going missing. Now, she undoubtedly had something to ruminate on as she carefully saved what little strength she, fortunately, had to submit to May the right questions.

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11/23/2021 01:01 PM 

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FROM WANDA MAXIMOFF TO SCARLET WITCH


Events in last week's episode of WandaVision, episode 5, teased that titular character, Wanda Maximoff , will definitely become Scarlet Witch
Scarlet Witch
by February 10, 2021

Events in last week’s episode of WandaVision, episode 5, teased that titular character, Wanda Maximoff , will definitely become Scarlet Witch. Elizabeth Olsen looks to follow MCU tradition, and adopt the name of her alter ego. This is likely something that ties in with future events in the MCU, an aspect to the show we discussed in WandaVision: Five Things to Expect. In that same article we also stated we felt there’d be further character development. With that in mind, let’s take a look back at how the character of Wanda came into the show, and how she might become Scarlet Witch. Furthermore, let’s also discuss ramifications this development could have . . .

 

Origins

 

From Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), it was clear Wanda Maximoff (Elizabeth Olsen) was powerful. For example, her ability to manipulate minds gave her an ability that could wreak havoc. Even at that stage she was able to take out other superheroes. Those she bested weren’t beginners, either. But luckily, Wanda was soon onside, or was she? . . . Whilst it looked like she was set to become a part of the Avengers roster, in the future, perhaps the reality was quite different. Wanda must have been damaged, emotionally, before we even saw her. It’s important to take into account what she’s been through. Consequently, those early life experiences may well have a lasting impact. Before we can see where she might be headed, recapping what we know about her so far seems pertinent.

 

The Story So Far

 

In Captain America: Civil War (2016) Wanda wasn’t properly supported. She was grieving for her brother, and that seemed to go largely ignored. No doubt, her pain and anguish will have festered, during events of this film. What’s more, Wanda was infantilized, as well as being put under house arrest, too. Something that we spoke about in WandaVision: Five Theories, is why Wanda may have created a fantasy world. The death of Vision (Paul Bettany) was a tragedy. That was likely the catalyst for Wanda’s actions. But what’s also important to remember is her early ill treatment. Perhaps some of her response is down to those who should have done more. For example, given her less responsibility, whilst she was vulnerable. Undoubtedly though, they had no idea of Wanda’s true abilities . . .

 

Scarlet Witch and MCU Impact

 

One way to perhaps frame how Wanda has been viewed is as an asset. Decisions about her own life have not been her own. So, perhaps she ought to have been given more responsibility. Yes, you read the above correctly. That stated responsibilities were unfairly put onto her. So, there lies the difficulty. It could well be that there was no right way, with Wanda. Perhaps, her fate was inevitable. Or, at least some aspects of it were. May The Verse Be With You explored that concept in “A Scarlet Spell”. It’s all about her emotions.

When Wanda stood up against Thanos (Josh Brolin) in Avengers: Endgame (2019), she seemed to be stronger than she was previously. Could it be that her rage was why she could face off against him, even with him wielding every infinity stone simultaneously? If so, then her emotional and psychological state might be key to everything. That includes her transition into Scarlet Witch. We know Wanda will feature heavily in upcoming Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022). But what we don’t know is whether she’ll be friend or foe. It could be that ultimately, she’s neither exclusively. Whatever happens, Scarlet Witch will have a massive impact.

 

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