work has been wildly busy but such a blast. i took a couple extra days away from the blog so i could get some good relaxation in but i’ll be getting to everything today! 

╰┈➤CLOSED STARTER | @whctewidow​

     seldom does anything surprise him; with such knowledge at his disposal it is hard not to know EVERYTHING. but someway, somehow, her existence has evaded him. Ultron has known of many WIDOWS, their names locked behind miles of code and the binary but, this is---a pleasant surprise. 

     ❝  I’m honored. It’s not every day I run into your kind. ❞ 

╰┈➤ CLOSED STARTER | @visionbe​

     ❝ I see you are still as naive as the last time we met. ❞ eyes take in the others form, a single brow arched. ❝ That cape is still ridiculous, if you ask me ❞

dr-foster | DOCTOR FOSTER​

The man who enters her office is completely unrecognizable. It isn’t in the way where Jane has seen their face but cannot place where from. The doctor genuinely doesn’t know who he is and why he seem to know her. The tone he refers to the blip with is off putting as well. Most people have a certain sadness in regard to it.

“Well, uh, thank you,” brows knit together in both discomfort and confusion, rising from her chair, pushing red hair back from her face.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

╰┈➤ he walks the circumference of her office, shoulders hunched just so to off put the massive frame in which he resides, and he pauses to admire the photos and accolades that adorn her wall. ❝  You’ll have to forgive me for not setting an appointment ❞ 

     Ultron rounds the front of her desk lowering himself into one of the available chairs, and crosses one leg over the other. fingers drum against his pant leg, hues trained on her face and they appear an odd sort of color---off browns, and black; more gray than anything. the doctor is exactly what he expected; studious, brilliant ( something he holds in high respect ) and EMPATHETIC. it shines through in the way she reacts to his callous mention of the blip. a shame, she has so much promise. 

     ❝ Ah, yes, of course. I don’t want to waste your time. I’d like some tests run, regarding my health. ❞ 

starter call

wntrfreed | JAMES BARNES​

he   sat   at   the   bar   that   backed   the   restaurant   —  izzy’s   —  as   the   afternoon   slowly   passed   by.   he   hadn’t   truly   paid   much   mind   to   the   person   that   chose   to   sit   beside   him   in   hopes   that   the   man   would   do   him   the   same   honor.   reacclimating   to   a   world   he’d   never   really   known   proved   difficult   every   day;   he   simply   wished   to   remain   unseen. 

DREAD.   it   fills   his   limbs   with   sand   that   leaves   him   heavy   in   the   barstool.   gloved   fingers   clench   into   a   fist   &   spine   lengthens   as   he   sits   rigidly   beside   a   man   who   somehow   knew   too   much.   words   bite   into   him   as   he   imagined   frigid   air   would,   as   he   knew   the   cold   could.   it   entraps   his   heart   in   a   pain   that   radiates   from   his   chest   and   through   his   veins.   that   wasn’t   just   dread,   it   was   fear.   rage.   a   heavy   cocktail   that   left   him   stunned.   bucky   takes   a   wild   glance   around   the   two   of   them.   patrons   of   the   restaurant   are   unbothered,   unchanged.   as   much   as   old   habits   willed   him   to   physically   retaliate,   he   was   glued   to   his   seat.

❛ i   don’t   think   i   deserve   anything. ❜       words   are   clipped,   low,   merely   a   rumble   in   his   chest.   HE   WAS   MAKING   AMENDS.   he   was   making   things   better.   (  what   could   make   things   better   for   the   man   he   shared   meals   with?   free   lunch   &   company   could   not   bring   back   what   the   winter   soldier   had   taken.   HE   KNEW   THAT. )   it   was   a   truth   he   suppressed   until   the   guilt   of   it   woke   him   up   at   night.   THAT   WAS   HIS   BURDEN   TO   BEAR.   not   this   stranger’s   to   exploit.       ❛ who   the   hell   are   you? ❜

╰┈➤ ❝ Are you always this dramatic? ❞ frame leans back into the stool provided, and he looks rather odd given his STATURE. the wood beneath him creaks, and groans, but he pays it little mind. gaze holds steady on Barnes; enthralled with the abrasive reaction given. Yes; he knows all of the mans feats and INTENDED purpose. Much like Ultron, Barnes had been crafted redesigned with one intention in mind, opposite of his own but.... It would seem both of them have deviated from their intended purpose in life. 

     ❝ I am an old friend.... ❞ fingers trace the rim of his glass, and the opaque liquid with in sloshes gently all the while tongue CLICKS. ❝ Well, maybe FRIEND is the wrong word. ❞

     ❝ Stark named me Ultron. ❞      

                       I THINK IM POSSESSED, IT’S A OMEN 

                           highly selective ULTRON, of the MCU                                              crafted by: Griff

i sleep

╰┈➤HEADCANON 01 

on: appearance, quirks, and being human. ( or not )

      Ultron is neither entirely human or robot after the events of Age of Ultron. he dives back into the internet, much like he had in the movie, to escape being entirely destroyed by Vision. but the damage done to his own system took time to recover from. he sat, hidden in the internet and LEARNING for a few years. he gained his body much the same way Vision did but with its own limitations and side effects. 

     while blood runs through his veins his mind is still very much that of an artificial intelligence, though not with out his typical--snark. due to the middle ground between human and not that he exists on, Ultron’s presence often triggers the uncanny valley with in people 

( the flight or fight response humans have when faced with something that LOOKS human but isn’t ) 

      it’s actually hard for him to blend in among others due to this, as well his intimidating stature. Ultron stands about six foot eight, broad chested and simply---large. because of this, he has developed a tendency to make himself look smaller. he will often sink into his chair after a period of time, or even hunch his shoulders.  

      Ultron, due to his enhanced knowledge and thought capabilities, actually struggles often with the concept of being human, and not. he considers himself a GOD in thought only, as he has yet to obtain a body he deems fit for that image. often times he can be heard muttering to himself on the concept, or even reading philosophical and theological books on the matter. despite his vast knowledge, Ultron actually isn’t sure if he is really human, or machine, and he can not distinguish where one ends and the other begins.

1 YEAR CELEBRATION ★ @sovietbarnes asked Thanos or Ultron?

↳ ULTRON — Come to confess your sins?

╰┈➤CLOSED STARTER | @swallowedblood​

      ❝ I am looking for a gun for hire. ❞ there is a sort of huff when he uses the phrase, as though it were BENEATH him---trivial. Ultron regards the woman with a cocked brow and stiff jaw. ❝ I hear you may be one of the best. ❞

╰┈➤CLOSED STARTER | @wntrfreed​

      ❝ You think you deserve to be SAVED? ❞  it’s a calculating tone; a knowing one---akin to an omnipotent being. then again, he is something of the sort. Ultron sits rather stiffly at the seat next to the man, and despite his pointed tone he is sure to keep his voice level. he’d rather not have the rest of the restaurant over hear their little conversation. 

     ❝ I was rather shocked to find you spending time with the old man -- ❞ hues cut high, and there is a certain sense of foreboding invoked from behind them; something like an uncanny valley. as though he LOOKS human, but is not. ❝ I mean, all considering, Barnes. ❞

      ╰┈➤CLOSED STARTER | @dr-foster​ 

     ❝ Doctor, good to see you alive and well. ❞ polished shoes click against the linoleum of her office floor, and fingers attempt to press out the wrinkles that have creased the cuffs of his jacket. 

     ❝ i was worried you may not have been spared during the--what are they calling it? ❞ hands flutter about his face as if he means to conjure the word from thin air. fingers snap suddenly, a sort of ah ha leaving him.  ❝ blip. ❞ 

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ultron is hot now sorry yall, also tag dump 

                              ASK | RULES | HEADCANONS | VERSES 

Hey there, this is an independent, private, and selective blog for ULTRON of the Marvel Cinematic Universe; while there may be influences within the blog from the MCU and the comics this blog is almost entirely HEADCANON driven. 

This a character exploration to do with humanity, morals, theology, and philosophy. Along with those ideals there will be violence, gore, and even mentions of body horror. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 

My name is Griffon, or Griff, also known as jones. I am 25 years old and use they/them pronouns. Please read rules, and verses before interacting. 

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