These Will Be Useful For Me And Others!

Hera: Axel, darling we’re all out of chips & dip for tonight! Would you like to come with me to-

Zeus: …Hera.

Hera: …Zeus.

Axel:

“I’m sorry I’m dating, who?!” You say in shock. You just found out your girlfriend was the greek goddess Hera, how? By her ex husband Zeus arriving at your door and threatening you to give her back. This is going to be a long day…

I came across this post and think this is wonderful!

This is just too cute to ignore and I had to share this by reposting this!

I hope you have a wonderful day and stay proud! I can tell that these knights have your back!

The happy chemicals are flowing through me this is just so cute and adorable and amazing!!

Hey! I found out I'm bi! Wooo!

We made this cringe but heartfelt video to welcome you!

Random Overwatch Writing Idea.

I love the idea of if Gerard survived the encounter with WidowMaker that Gerard would do anything to take down not just Talon but also WidowMaker without thinking of the implications that holds.

He just wants revenge at Talon & destroying their weapon WidowMaker and avenging his wife Amélie would bring him peace…or at least he thinks it would.

(Basically he separated WidowMaker from Amélie) He tries not to put too much thought into it, all he does is try focus on the mission and that anger.

If you want a comparison, he’s more akin to OW1 WidowMaker with no feeling replaced with just anger & resentment.

I also imagine that if WidowMaker (Overwatch 2 specially) ever saw Gerard again she would be floored. Flabbergasted and honestly show that side of emotion again.

Compared to OW1 she is showing more emotion…more anger at Talon and when it comes to Gerard. A lot. (Example when she’s all sassy to Solider 76 when telling him that Gérard preferred roses to lilies)

So I imagine this confused WidowMaker hiding her new found emotion to Talon so she doesn’t go through that trauma again and finding out Amélie isn’t totally dead…then encountering a angry supposed to be dead French man bashing through a window and throwing a dagger at her.

I imagine those interactions in game being damn interesting.

Here’s some ideas of how that would go-

“WidowMaker.”

“Gérard.”

“Still angry at the fact I threw that dagger at you?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.

“You’re alive…”

“What about it?”

“I killed you.”

She sounds pissed off here in both of her statements.

“Oh pff, You’re just mad that the whole reason that your the way that you are is now a lie. Don’t worry SpiderBuilder…you are still a killer.”

//Laughs at seemingly nothing when in reality it’s a certain someone making her laugh//

“Well that’s not disturbing…”

“What? You used to love my laugh~”

“That was before you murdered me in my sleep.”

//hums a soft melody//

“I remember liking your singing voice…why not sing a little song before we go into battle.”

“No can do. My voice is sore.”

A WidowMaker eye roll can be heard.

“From what exactly?”

“…Screaming.”

“Next time when you shoot, can you not shoot near me?”

“Maybe try not heading in with no plan first.”

“You have to get the job done right away. You made that very clear.”

“And I will make it very clear. Again.”

“//Laughs// Remember that time you got super happy hitting that target at the fair?”

“What? Are you gonna tell me that I was a terrible shot and you would do better?”

She stays very silent a moment. As though in thought or even hurt at that comment.

“…yes. I never miss.”

“Well you missed me, faiseur de veuves!”

“Stop standing so close to me, woman!”

“Must you start every fight when we’re near each other?”

“yOu sTarTeD iT fIrsT!”

“Ugh…”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I guess I’m the new WidowMaker!”

//Gets killed by WidowMaker//

“You should’ve stayed dead.”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I wAs aFrAiD oF sPiDERs-“

//Gets killed by WidowMaker//

“I wish…I wish things were different my love.”

//Gets killed by Gérard//

“I’m sorry…but history tends to repeat itself…”

//Gets healed by WidowMaker//

“Don’t expect a thank you!”

//Gets healed by Gérard//

“Merci, espèce de porc.”

//Gets healed by WidowMaker//

“Wow! You being nice!”

//Gets healed by Gérard//

“You still care? Pathetic.”

I want to make a separate post about my version of what Gérard would be like if he was in game and also other interaction with other characters!

But this was fun to think, write and experiment with! :DD

Garden

Written by: NamelessKnight

I look at my once beautiful garden. All the flower beds, every pot and every living breathing thing here is either in great pain or in...not so nice positions.

Positions that would be hard for a plant to grow that is.

After the hectic storm that plagued me all night and day it finally went away...but at what cost?

There’s a lot of work to be done to make my garden awake and stable once again.

So what do I do? I walk towards a large oaky tree that is in the middle of my shambled like garden, sit down on the wet soggy grass and close my eyes and...sleep.

Though my mind is tired I must check the body. The Machine. It’s heavier then usual and hard to move around when I’m in this state of mind, but for now I must do what I can with what I have.

When I get home I’m definitely gonna take a nap...and fix my wonderful garden.

~A Letter To a Decepticon~

To think…to think I loved you.

Of course I love you…but…

I don’t know how I feel about you anymore.

I miss those optics that looked into my own.

I miss the way you put an arm around me.

I felt so warm.

I miss how your laugh could light up a room.

I miss how tired you were and how you would nestle into me.

I miss having you beneath me.

I want you back.

But yet I can’t.

As a prime I can’t let my emotions & past effect me and my autobots.

But when I look into those optics and see your face.

I wish to see your smile.

I wish to see that passion you showed me that night.

I wish I could hold you.

I wish…I wish I still loved you.

…Bro…

dO YoU hAtE mE oR nOt?!

I guess what I want to say is...have a great day.

I have nothing else to say besides have a great day.

You be you.

(If it was bad or cheesy I’m sorry T-T)

To rephrase this “Your putting a descendent of a wolf into sheep’s clothing”...and that descendent lOOKS LIKE DIS-

WHAT A CUTIE PIE! WHAT A FLOOF! I JUST WANT TO PET DA PUPPER FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER I CAN’T-

Putting a wool sweater on your dog is putting a wolf in sheep’s clothing

This...This is down right adorable. To the art style and to the story-

“The Cool Boy is definitely a softie”

Ahh… I might as well say this, I will probably only post on weekends… since I’m on my last year in high school, I need to prepare a lot of stuff for national exams and college selections.. TT

But as an apology, I promise to update some high quality stuff!! This one is a little bit long, but I hope you all enjoy ^^;

Cotton Filled Ears

The person who has been with me thick and thin.

The person who loved me when I don’t feel loved.

The person who gave me life.

Is the person who deserves my upmost loyalty.

And yet…something about you changed.

Your eyes are the same ivy green gaze.

Your voice is still as powerful as the unshakable gods above.

Your ears are able to hear my song.

Yet, when I am distressed at the man you call husband.

All I get is numb green eyes.

A voice of uncertainty.

And cotton filled ears.

LISTEN TO ME! JUST PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN!

I JUST WANT YOU TO LISTEN! WHY CAN’T YOU LISTEN?!

WHY CAN’T YOU SEE MY SOUL I BEAR TO YOU?!

WHY. Why must I suffer alone? I don’t want to be alone.

Not again…why am I alone? Why do I feel so…

Am I doomed to venture in this alone?

Can’t I get help for this pain?

The answers…are yes.

It’s hard. It’s fucking hard to venture into the unknown pain alone.

But I have survived worse.

I WILL TAKE DOWN THIS PAIN.

Go away you cotton eared creature.

Go away broken souled husband.

I want my mother back.

I want my peace back.

For I am….a knight.

Tales From The Stinky Dragon: Brink’s on the brink of…lOvE?

Brink always felt that he was different.

The day he found his magical abilities & was able to choose a familiar, he chose a snake over a normal familiar like a bird or a cat. He liked snakes…he related to them in a way, but when other magic users bullied him for just choosing a snake…Brink knew that he would never be able fully be one with himself and his weird…quirks.

Until he met Kyborg.

At first he was like every other loser Brink met, some bozo who dared challenged him and got his butt kicked as per usual but overtime…especially in Ürbloom that’s when his feelings for Kyborg began to feel…complicated.

He hated being around the elf & his dumb party, thinking them nitwits and the fighter (maybe the party too Brink didn’t pay no mind to them too much) made it known that they hated being around Brink too but…that somewhat changed when Brink spent time with Bart, Mud, GumGum & even Kyborg…the more he saw how…fun they were.

How unapologetic.

How messy.

How odd.

Or just how plain old dumb they were…they did it all with a smile.

Especially Kyborg…when Brink saw Kyborg smile at Mud after a failed attempt backflip, something in Brink’s heart just…fluttered.

At first he brushed it off as a mere attraction at the elves smile but the more he saw Kyborg express more then disgust…the more Brink fell for Kyborg smarminess…his confident personality…and that smile…oh that dazzling smile…it wasn’t because he had the smile of the gods oh heavens no Kyborg lived in a damn forest half his life but…the smile was HIS smile…so warm, so genuine so…

“NO! Trash can made it obvious…that-“ Brink paused and let his mind whirl a bit, his hand over his heart…Kyborg, when given the chance to smack down Brink with comebacks, he would absolutely take it in a heart beat which didn’t bother Brink, he liked it when his suitors had fire & vigour but when Kyborg brought up how Hannibal was captured. It brought Brink to tears…

He loved Hannibal. How could Kyborg do this to him, his…oh right…He only sees him as a rival.

Someone to chew on and spit out…

Someone to insult and to never love like how Kyborg lOVes & begs for Mud to smack his divine booty…Brink wondered…if he could ever smack Kyborg & his butt like how Mud does that with everyone in their party..?

Oh well….Brink chalked up his feelings as a mere crush waiting to die out but…at least he could enjoy it as much as he could~