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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

“Yeah I know…but within those two years you kept trying to kill me.”

“I mean YEAH! That’s the gig of being a bad guy, Darlin!”

“AYE! You ain’t there yet bud! You didn’t even ask me out!”

“…so…want to go out for dinner tonight?”

“I-I wow-“

“Smooth, ain’t i? Wait why do have a gUN-“

“did you not see i was flirting with you? at all?!”

“to be fair, you are very hard to read,”

“it’s been two years!”

CONTAINS CRUDE LANGUAGE

You have been warned.

The sky was blood red and the fumes of gas were in the air as I ran screaming for my friends name.

Hoping no PLEADING that he will come rescue me from this...THIS NIGHTMARE.

I hear screams and gasps of pain as I drew near the settlement camp yelling for not just my friend but for the Chief.

“GUS! GUS! ABE! ANYONE!!” I screamed only to see my name being called in a distance. I run at full speed towards Alex.

“ALEX! Thank fuck your alive, where’s Gus?!” Alex signs that he’s in the Medbay. “THANK GOD! Alex stay safe okay?” I say as I bolt for the Medbay, Alex signs “Good Luck” and disappears back into the well hidden bunker.

If you don’t know what’s going on this is the year of 2220 where the world has gone to shit. You think the pandemic was bad? 200 years later there will be a war that will literally destroy Earth. Great.

The thought of the world being fucked I toss aside for now and run into the bushes yell “LIBERTY FOR LAND!” And get immediately sucked into the ground.

I then get plopped on to the metal like floor with a loud CLANK! Where people barely noticed as they scramble and panic as the alarms blast loud and clear that shit is about to go down.

I yell for Gus and Abe as I get onto my feet and run through the giant underground base, dodging scientists, doctors, nurses and normal citizens young and old.

For the last 50 years a War has started between Human Kind and The Reptilian Republic. You heard that right, the Reptilian Republic! 200 years ago those stories and myths of creatures like Mermaids or Bigfoot or any kind of cryptic? They exist...more or less.

Turns out, these creatures were either government experiments gone terribly wrong or were a evolution mistake of sorts...The Reptilian Republic were descendants of Dinosaurs or something I have no fucking clue even though I lived through these events, fucking hell Chris...I didn’t mean for-

When your friend is drunk he says that he is a wizard. So you jokingly ask him to make you immortal. That was 200 years ago.

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~

“WAIT PIKARU THE GOD OF THUNDER IS A FREAKING RAT?!”

“Correction. The name is Pikachu and yes the thing was some kind of rat.”

“A-And the God of Fire? Champion Chammer?”

“Charmander. A salamander looking creature but before you go on there’s also something called Evolutions or something-“

“What’s that?”

“Where these Pokémon evolved into bigger strong creatures...such as Charmander transforming into Charizard.”

“...tHE ACTUAL-“

“Also the God of Sleep and Dreams is called Snorlax-“

“OKAY NGL THATS KINDA FUNNY-“

“Indeed-“

-BONUS-

“...want to know what the Goddess of Transformation looks like as one of these Pokémon?”

“SIMON I CANT- IM STILL RECOVERING FROM THAT PICTURE YOU SHOWED ME ABOUT THE DEITIES OF SEA LOOKING LIKE A WEIRD DOG THING-“

“B-But look-“

“...it’s beautiful-“

“I N D E E D.”

You are a student 400 years in the future, you are assigned a project to study the “Trends of the early 2000s” During your research you learn a horrible secret: The Gods you worship were originally portrayed on trading cards known as “Pokemon”

It’s frustrating when your parents just don’t listen. It’s upsetting at the fact that one doesn’t seem to care about who you choose to be.

I am not the child. I am not the child anymore, the child doesn’t need you anymore, I am the young adult that needs you. I am just confused on what to do as someone who wants to be seen as…them. I feel alone and yet I have those that love and care about me.

I don’t want to give up. I went through too much shit to just give up. I have too many things I want to do.

I want to see the snowy tundra.

I want to feel the warm sands of the beach.

I want to be engulfed by the salty waters of the sea and brushed by the branches of the green.

I want to see my friends smile & laugh.

I want to watch my favourite movie.

I want to listen to my favourite songs.

I want to smell & taste my favourite foods.

I want to live. I want to create.

I am not gonna die. I won’t die.

I am a knight who has seen & been through shit. I am not giving up!

I will not give up!

I will live. No matter what.

uM...hi! I just came by and wanted to say hello to my fellow Tumblr users! I hope you are doing great or at least really good today and if your not it’s gonna be okay your not alone!

This was just a simple greeting to one human being to another! I appreciate your existence and your cool...yeah :D!

Bye! Have a great day!

“So…what do you do on your spare time?”

“I summon the great eldritch beings of Ramusthæ so they heed my beck and call.”

“Cool! I just play a lot of games on my switch, are you familiar with THE Super Mario?”

…later

“HEY! Hey! Come sit with me at lunch!?”

“…sure?”

“Hey! Want do you have for lunch?”

“Tuna sandwich, my mother packed it for me.”

“Oh that’s cool! I wish my mom packed my lunch, she says I have to be a BIG BOY now or whatever- HOLY MOTHER OF CHEEZITS IT HAS EYES-“

“The tuna back home comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes…I shall show you my favourite sometime.”

“Awww that would be awesome!”

Later later…

“Hey, I have a question?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you spell with symbols? I noticed that at lunch you were writing in some kind of code…is that code?”

“Ah ha, no. I mastered most languages including English, Spanish, Latin and Eldritch but I can’t seem to wrap my head around spelling English, so I’m just writing in what I’m most comfortable in.”

“OOOOH THATS COOL! I can help you with the English! I’m pretty good at English and stuff so I can teach you what I can!”

“…thank you.”

LATER LATER LATER…

HI KIDDO! HOW WAS SCHOOL TODAY?

It was…nice…I made a friend today

WHY THATS WONDERFUL! I TOLD YOU THAT THE HUMAN WORLD, THOUGH DUMB AT TIMES CAN BE WORTH IT FOR THAT ONE PAL!

Yeah yeah yeah…I guess I stand corrected.

You were abandoned by your parents as a baby. An eldritch being sees you and adopts you. You are taught about higher dimensions and arcane magic. But things change when your eldritch parent insists you go to a human school to experience a normal life.

I did not make dis creature I am only relaying it’s message.

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.