namelessknight
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Used only for carpentry.
Striker was someone I had a soft spot for.
Even though he’s kind of a massive douchebag I like his voice, his design and I have some writing ideas on if Striker was ever a good guy.
I doubt he would have a switch up but if he wasn’t a big asshole and dealt through his problems, I think he would be a fun addition to the team!
Also in this AU, where Striker isn’t a dick with issues and is apart of I.M.P, I imagine him living in IMP city in a decent enough apartment but he doesn’t live there all the time, only when he was I.M.P work, otherwise he’s mostly in Wrath, doing work and living there.
Striker
Striker would be the opposite of himself in the show, more stable and self assured, still confident but not in the EXTREME WAY. He’s still cool and composed, sure he has problems but he is aware of it and tries his best to deal with it. He’s also kind in a subtle way as he is still kind of scared to be vulnerable and getting too close to people.
He can be a goofball mostly unknowingly but he can make a good quip.
But his problems don’t define him basically. He has his shit together, he’s more like someone who is along for the ride and then being the emotional rollercoaster and I imagine him being the cool chill one that isn’t always there because he’s doing other things but he’ll pop in and do a job.
He’s chill but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still ruthless…it’s more like waiting for the right moment to strike.
Ars Goetia
He still hates the ARs Goetia but it’s more under the surface and can tolerate working for one and being around them but he really doesn’t want to be there and it’s basically like a ticking time bomb.
Blitzø
He likes Blitzø and Blitzø likes Striker. Professionally and as friends but…maybe there’s more? Mostly on Blitzø’s side of things.
They have this dynamic with each other of just bullying Moxxie, where Blitzø would say something stupid, Moxxie would fight it and say it’s stupid while Striker would say it’s genius and it drive Moxxie up the wall while Blitzø and him laugh away. It is of course professional, they work well together on killing the target and have fun while doing it, they both have respect each other. Striker respects Blitzø for starting his own business, while Blitzø respects Striker for just showing up, being there and seeing the guy as a friend…which can make things complicated.
I imagine Blitzø being drunk out of his mind, showing up at Striker’s door and just…SOBBING. Saying incoherently shit while Striker just stands there like “am I getting a raise?” But as a good pal and co-worker he plops Blitzø on his couch while he makes breakfast. (Yes, he cooks. MY POST MY RULES.)
When Blitzø wakes up, Striker immediately puts up boundaries where yes, he cares about Blitzø and is willing to be friends but wants to keep things professional while also suggesting Blitzø deal with his issues as in the middle of the night he pissed on the couch or something crazy like that. So awkward at first, they end up just being good friends with nothing bad happening…
Millie
It’s very much a sister dynamic, like at first he’s all charming like he was in his debut (of course without the bodily harm) but then he and Millie just end up being the semi chill ones as Blitzø is shouting his head off at Moxxie who is near a panic attack, their just good friends who bond over being from Wrath and every now and then spar with each other and it would be a close tie but someone most likely have to intervene as they might actually kill each other.
Moxxie
He treats Moxxie like a little brother, someone to poke fun at and make him insecure a bit but will immediately give advice to him when asked for it and will always have his back, he won’t admit it to Moxxie but he is kind of protective of the guy since he sees Moxxie as less capable then Millie and Blitzø, but he IS IMMEDIATELY proven wrong, Moxxie is capable of things Striker isn’t and he is heavily impressed by that and Moxxie teaches him very important things, like how cool musicals are! (Epic the Musical reference I bet Striker would sing Thunder Bringer under his breath if bored). Just guys being dudes.
Loona
Loona doesn’t like him and Striker doesn’t get the whole daughter thing with the whole Hellhounds being lower thing but he just lets her be and is chill with her, he still believes in some kind of hierarchy which will take him awhile to dismantle that mindset especially with him slipping up and calling her “hellhound” instead of Loona, Loona puts him his place which he learns from to just call her Loona and respect her, which he’s doing and she can now bare being around him.
Wally Wackford
Listen. I ship both Striker and Wally Wackford and I don’t get ENOUGH CONTENT OF THOSE TWO. I am so UPSET THAT THEY REMOVED THAT DELETED SCENE. Just to summarize, there was a scene where Wally was “having the vapours” after Striker sang his song in Harvest Moon and I was so upset that they removed that because 1, more ship content and 2…Idk it would be funny if two of my favourite characters were gay for each other.
I have the head cannon that Striker is ace or at least demisexual and I love the idea that Wally Wackford would come into the office like he did before to sell a product or give something to the I.M.P crew like a delivery, while Blitzø is having some banter with the M&Ms or Loona I imagine Wally Wackford trying to talk to Striker or just give him a free something, gift gifting is how Wally shows his love and Striker is just…confused by the action.
I would love if each time they saw each other Wally would give Striker something and Striker would just have it on him, like if he was given a treat he would eat it or given something unbeatable he would just look at it with curiosity, like a background romance. I don’t want it to be a whole thing just lowkey as Striker isn’t sure about relationships but who can say no to Wally Wackford? Well a lot of people but he worked his way into Striker’s heart.
Work & Life
I imagine him only being in Imp city for work with I.M.P otherwise he’s wondering around Wrath doing other work…I have a lot more ideas like his backstory I have in mind but I feel like I should save that for another post.
I just love Striker. It would be cool if this was possible but from what I can see…NAH.
The Knight loomed over the kingdom it watched over. Wishing to be apart of that world again. To be just that as their namesake…a Knight.
Dedicated to protecting the people of this realm, of this kingdom of green and white. How the trees give shade to the people, how the white ivory roads could be seen when the Knight tilted their head just right, where the run shined on the surface. Up above in this lonely castle, all the Knight could ever do was watch. And wait…wait, then wait some more…until time ran out of sand.
The Knight hated just being in the castle, the castle was fine on its own, a beautiful, big structure which dares almost touch the heavens if they dare exist, it’s a beautiful home…just not their home. Their world, not something they were made for, not something they ever wanted. They wanted to be down and there and protect, to be connected to the nature and to its people. Yet here the Knight was. Looming, like a guard dog.
The more they watched the people the less alone the Knight felt. No one else was here but them. No maids or staff, no butlers or ladies in waiting, not even another guard or even royalty…the Knight was all alone in the abandoned spire that reached to the clouds above. All alone. Protecting what? They sighed as they moved from the balcony to the throne room. Protecting their friends last wish.
“I know this is too much to ask of you, please protect the castle…protect it until I return. I can’t explain it all my dear Knight. Just please. I beg of you, protect it with all your might and will.”
Damn them and their loyalty as the Knight would’ve been gone long ago without it, they’re bored out of their mind and sad at being away from what they love so much, which was life itself. Yet, they know that protecting this place would protect what they truly love. Though this friend was quite a handful, they spoke no lies before.
Yet as the Knight waited. The Knight felt more alone, yet also comfortable here, but there was always a want, a need to go home.
“Just a bit longer.” The Knight said, waiting and waiting as they sat at the stairs leading up to the ivory throne. Waiting, waiting…waiting.
Mirror Watch WidowMaker AKA Captain Lacroix is not only HOT but also…The Backstory🗿🔥
Okay, so awhile back I wrote a post about what if Gérard was alive and they had this cute “imma kill you yet I miss you so much” dynamic and then with Mirror Watch introduced along with Captain Lacroix and her dialogue about Gérard being ALIVE and her and I quote-
“I can’t wait to tell Gérard about this!” That…That’s adorable. Now, I have some IDEAS ABOUT THIS!
The first thing I thought about this is “omg they work together?!” Like, that would be kinda cute, he’s the info guy in her ear and she’s the lady on a mission while lightly chatting up her husband, like that’s adorable! Gérard definitely gave me the vibe that he didn’t work on the field but he was definitely the information guy BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THE GUY DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO FIGHT! I could totally see the two on an occasion where they’re on a mission together and completely OWNING TALON.
Then…the Angsty Idea. I know WidowMaker traded places with Ana but what if in this world of MirrorWatch there IS gonna be a WidowMaker that isn’t just Ana…But we just haven’t seen it yet.
Picture this, Captain Lacroix is a revered agent in Overwatch, to the point it’s getting on Talon’s nerves, they can’t seem to get their hands on her, she’s untouchable, taking out people important to their plans, left and right with a shot of a bullet. But what if instead of setting sights on her they set sights on her clueless husband, Gérard Lacroix. A well known and esteemed violinist, whose life was music but whose life was also dedicated and devoted to his wife…you might see where I am going with this.
My proposal for this version of WidowMaker is…Serpent.
An artist reshaped into a deadly assassin who deals with espionage, who can go into a party filled with wealthy business people and politicians and act charming and charismatic to get the info he needs and before he goes he deals with the target with poisons so deadly it’s almost undetectable.
He acts charming and filled with life at parties but he’s a stone faced assassin in private who fills no emotion…not even when killing. He sheds his skin for another, going from one identity to the next. He wants to feel something, so badly but a part of him died when Amélie Lacroix passed away…how could he ever feel again for what he was done to her?
THE DRAMA! I love the idea! I wish I could draw this out but I am not the greatest at drawing detailed designs like the Overwatch characters have, but I will figure that out! I had this idea for quite awhile, is this original? Hell nah, I just really like it and would be awesome if there was more content of this TRAGIC LOVE STORY..or just how cute it was or could be if Amélie was never taken!
“My king…you are to do…NOTHING?”
“Yes.”
“BUT…WHAT?! This…This prophecy child is said to dethrone you! Take all that was yours and kill you! This child threatens your power and you are to do nothing!? NOTHING?!”
“Well my dear friend…a wise figure once said that one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it. Destiny, fate, the will of the gods or people call for my downfall when the child is ready, why fight? Why not…let them try.”
“Try?”
“I mean I’m not gonna lay down like a dog and yield but I’m not gonna go out and bite each child I see either. Instead I will wait, observe and see what happens when the so proclaimed time has come…for now I ask that we call off the engagement with Queen Larissa…gods only knows that woman will kill anyone who delivers such news so maybe she can make my death quicker and easier.”
“B-But your majesty, you imply supposedly! So that can mean there’s a chance you could-“
“Better safe then sorry now! I will tell the Queen myself of this news, for now…go.”
“What?! What do you-“
“Go relax…go home and read that book you’ve been telling me about. I will handle the rest.”
“But-“
“That’s an order.”
“Yes…yes your majesty.”
“…Finally….Salvation.”
The king, after hearing the prophecy about a child fated to depose them, decided to just let the events play out without interfering.
Practicing writing fight scenes. The Gem of Creation calls to me.
The sun beamed down on me on this autumns day, it was unusually hot, which made me and many others uncomfortable.
We knew the day would come that those soldiers from the west would come and take what they think is theirs.
For centuries, we’ve protected this abandoned kingdom of the east. It’s ruins is our home, it has been for so long…I grew up here and so many others. Like my friends.
But we’ve been told that the soldiers of the west would come back…I didn’t believe it until I saw a scout wearing armour that was the colour of sliver, glistening in the sun.
I knew then we would be in danger.
I’ve told my fellow dwellers that our home was to be attacked soon and to be ready, they were coming for something priceless.
Something dangerous that shouldn’t fall into their hands.
One hundred years ago, when the kingdom of the east was only slowly being accepted by nature again, a shining light was coming from the ruined castle.
When we investigated, it was beautiful.
The heart of the Sea.
We swore to protect the precious gem, not many of us questioning why it was in the kingdom of the east’s clutches before it the fall but I believe they wanted it because it connected them to our long forgotten creators.
Where we hoped one day, they would return to us.
If we held onto the gems of creations, like the heart of the Sea we could possibly summon them, but this precious gem in the hands of the west? It would be catastrophic.
The sun still beams brightly…I’m not used to all this sun. Non of us are.
We’re used to the shadows.
I await at the gate. The entrance to the centre of the castle where lies the heart of the Sea. I must be on my guard or those who came to claim it will cut me into nothing but pieces.
So I await at my post until I see them.
A solider? No, a knight.
Whose armour shines a luminous blue and whose helmet is adorned with horns the colour of gold.
And whose sword is sharper then any sword I’ve ever seen.
I pull out my own sword. I throw my cloak aside.
Thus my fate maybe sealed…or theirs.
I charged towards them my sword aiming for their abdomen, they dodge to my right and I swing the sword to my right.
Somehow they dash away from my strike and try to aim for my head, if I was only a few more seconds late I would’ve had a sword in my head but I was able to lunge forward and catch myself before turning quickly.
I throw my sword at them and they dodge, looking at the sword and I’m able to strike them with my dagger. Piercing their chainmail, it caught them off guard and they stagger, I try aim for the eye holes of their helmet but I end up collapsing on top of them.
We fumble for but a moment but I grip onto my dagger as I’m able to stab their eye.
They scream and immediately push me off, I’m without my dagger and I try and catch myself but I fall onto my whole being, it leaves me winded and I look to them.
They get up, they tower over me, I expect them to remove the dagger, it jutting out of their helm but no, they only walk to my direction with a thousand yard stare.
I shuffle back, trying to get some distance but no, their walking is my running speed.
Their sword is by their side as they get to my feet and I feel fear.
This is my end.
Their sword pointed at me, right where my heart is. “Your last words, Dweller?” That last word was filled with disgust at my mere name. At my people’s name.
“!niw reven lliw uoy!” I throw my last bit of dust at the solider and I hear a blood curdling scream.
Their sword clatters onto the cobble stone as I hear their cries, clawing at their eyes, they get on their knees and I see sizzling.
They’re screaming is empty, nothing comes out anymore, they must’ve inhaled the dust. They hold their throat and almost collapse on me but I was able to scurry away before a loud clatter.
I see minor twitching…then nothing,
Dead.
I get up, I’m shaking at what I’ve done.
But I knew it had to be done.
I try to ignore the smell of sizzling flesh and head into the ruined castle, picking up my sword and my cloak, wrapping it around me once more.
Hoping that it can cover me from what I have done.
I open the large metal doors and close them quickly before rushing to the center of the castle.
The Princess’s chambers.
Centuries ago, a war happened between all three kingdoms, North, South and West to try and get the heart of the Sea from the East.
But the princess hid the gem in her room, where she invoked an ancient spell.
A spell that simply made them all disappear.
The kings and queens, the generals and soldiers, anyone who was at the territory of the kingdom of the east were gone. Just like that.
No one dared investigated what happened, a spell that simply made everyone disappear like they never existed scared the other kingdoms into backing off, believing the heart of the Sea was gone with the princess that invoked the ancient spell.
But no, one hundred years ago, the gem shone a brilliant light and came back to life.
I make my way past the halls, the walls covered in moss and vines, tapestries strewn around the place, some old and worn, others torn and shredded from all the time that has passed, I make my way through the long hall and open the doors to the princess’s chamber.
Where in the middle, glows the light of the heart of the Sea. Spinning in mid air, it’s making these beautiful noises reminding me of crashing waves.
I’m unsure what to do, the others must have defeated the other soldiers by now…I should go get them and see what is going on but when I turn to leave I feel this pull…like it’s calling me.
I turn and it’s shining this light that can counter the sun in beauty, I can’t help but step closer.
Before I knew it I was holding it in my hand, I feel the energy surge through my entire body. I feel lighter then air, I hear the ocean waves and I can hear it singing to me.
Telling me…
To find them.
Thus…my journey begins.
TRAVEL LOG: 058
DATE UNKNOWN: GALAXY UNKNOWN:
CAPTAIN OF CRUMBLEWAY: VESPER TAYLIN
BOTH SHIP, CAPTAIN AND CREW: MISSING.
PLAYING RECORDING…
//Noises of screaming, wreckage and what seems to be a undocumented creature screech can be heard throughout this recording//
I don’t- I don’t have much time.
I don’t know where we are, where we went and how we even got here but I can describe…THIS…
This creatures takes the form of you.
This creature no matter dog, cat, human or even another alien species it will take your place and be you and it will EAT YOU.
IT ATE CASSIAN, KENYA AND CLOVE, IT TORE UP OUR REACTOR, THIS SHIP MAY EXPLODE I’M UNSURE!
ALL I KNOW IS THAT PLEASE DON’T GO TO A BLUE PURPLE PLANET WHOSE CLOUDS WHICH ARE AS RED AS BLOOD. IT WILL FIND YOU AND IT WILL EAT YOU OR…Worse.
This thing is strong, but also smart…it took…it took Amber’s face and pretended it was her and then…PLEASE.
HEED MY WARNING. FORGET ABOUT ME, THE SHIP, THE RESOURCES BUT DON’T EVER FORGET THE LEGACY OF MY CREW!
DON’T COME HERE PLEASE! PLEA-
//Screams can be heard and blaring of alarms//
“…Hello?”
//The recording abruptly cuts off, static can be heard afterwards//
END OF RECORDING…
A young woman could be heard at the end of the recording, it was later identified to be 19 year old, Amber Danae Taylin, Child of Vesper Ryker Taylin who is proclaimed dead.
Crew that suspect to be alive consist of-
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Cassidy Chip Conahay (Age: 24, Status: Unknown)
Robin Stellis Cresswell (Age: 25, Status: Unknown)
Billie Gaz Fenlen (Age: 36, Status: Unknown)
Loreleli Belle Sutherland (Age: 29, Status: Unknown)
Snoopy the Astrodog (Breed: Mutt, Age: 5 (36-66 in Dog Years) Status: Unknown)
and Ship, Codenamed “CRUMBLEWAY” and a important mineral called “Vesparis” is proclaimed missing.
Crew proclaimed Dead consist of-
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Cassian Clyde Conahay (Age: 27, status: DEAD)
Kenya Glade Abbot (Age: 27, Status: DEAD)
Clove Marrium Heymower (Age: 78, Status: DEAD)
Amber Danae Taylin (Age: 19, Status: DEAD)
Captain Vesper Ryker Taylin (Age: 56, Status: DEAD)
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Known so far:
The crew was tasked to collect more of the mineral known as “Vesparis” a blue crystal that can give energy to an entire planet by only using a crystal the size of a pea.
The collecting of “Vesparis” was done at a Planet known as “Cessandris”, close to our galaxy known as the Metroway.
But due to faulty conditions of the ship they landed on a unknown planet, now described to be a planet of- “BLUE PURPLE PLANET WHOSE CLOUDS WHICH ARE AS RED AS BLOOD.”
They were stuck in this planet for 8.286 weeks and during this time ASO has sent out multiple searcher ships to look for the lost crew.
The Ardonis Space Organization barely picked up much of Captain Taylin’s space logs due to how isolated this planet was from any space organization ruled planet. Only three were recovered.
Space Log 001.
Space Log 039.
Space Log 058.
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The Final Log before the ASO found out it was too late for five of “CRUMBLEWAY”’s crew to be rescued.
Star Commander, Lee Jupiter Taylin has commanded that a small team now known as “Team Rogue” would research, study and investigate what happened to the crew of “CRUMBLEWAY” and see if the lost crew are still alive and can be able to return back home and found dead crew members and return them back home to get a proper burial.
Most notably, to find out who or what has done this.
Much is too be done. As of right now, “Team Rogue” is starting recover more of Captain Taylin’s space logs, two more are almost complete and the creature heard during space log, 058 is being researched.
The Planet known simply as “Rogue” is yet to be discovered but when it does, Star Commanders, Soleil Edna Hatton, Mark Zeke Bondnavist, Hayden Fitzroy Sutherland and Lee Jupiter Taylin gave the command to recover what was lost and to kill whatever has done this.
END OF LOG..
Spaceships have been disappearing in deep space for unknown reasons. One day the log of one lost ship is found.
I remember when my child was young they would say “Some day father, I will see the world!” I always told them they would if their heart so desired and if they had the drive, they really could.
What I couldn’t bare was my child leaving. I begged them to stay, that it wasn’t their fight. They said to me they were but eighteen-
“Some day father, I will return and when I do I would’ve seen the world…someday father, I will come back to you.”
They got on Buttercup, their favourite mare…and rode off with their solider friend to fight the monster that started this unholy war.
I cried like I have never cried before then..I waited. I hoped each day since then that my child would return, I dressed my best clothes and worked like I haven’t worked before to make the farm spotless for them to come home…
It was three years. Three years since I’ve seen them. No word on from their end but from what I heard it’s very much the same for many others…I hoped my child wasn’t killed…I prayed I wouldn’t loose another. I just wanted something, anything.
I didn’t receive word until a letter came.
The letter said that the war with the king was over…he was proclaimed dead. The war was done and my child would finally return home in three days time.
So I prepared, I made up their room, a room I haven’t stepped in for at least a year. I washed everything down, I prepared everything I can on the farm of animals and apple trees and on the final day…made my child apple pie.
Then…over the horizon of my farm where the sun peaked over each morning…I saw a dark knight ride on a nightmarish horse at the crack of dawn.
The armour the knight wore was dark as night that shimmered purple everytime they moved, the horse they rode was nothing I have never seen, a horse from hell with red bleeding eyes and a mane that was of hell fire.
The knight rode until they stopped in front of me and spoke with a deep voice…
“Branton Noor? Farmer of Evrin Acres?”
“Y-Yes?…That is me.”
The figure jumped off their horse and towered over me, they were as tall or even more tall as my solider child…
Their helmet hid their face. They said no words until they finally spoke with power-
“Branton Noor, I am Cosima, the son of Queen Ofara and Royal Ezlis Noor. I am your grandson here to bring you back to the Netherworld where the rulers await you…at your new home.”
My eyes popped out of my sockets in that moment. All I could muster to say to the tall figure was-
“Apple pie? …You must be tired…come on in, we can talk more inside.”
I waddle to my house and see in the corner of my eye that the knight follows closely behind me…
Oh my goodness…what just happened? Is this real? Am I hallucinating? One moment I was waiting word that they have died or worse…became another person but this? I HAVE A GRANDSON AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW?!
This…This was definitely not what I expected.
Your son/daughter has been gone for 3 years, fighting the campaign against the demon king as the head of the royal knights. You a humble farmer now have received a letter that the war has ended and now they are coming back to visit you.
“So I know how this looks but hear me out I- wait wtf…WTF-“
Me: holding my neon blue wolf suit.
“Okay….so….I know how this looks bUT HEAR ME OUT-“
You’re secretly a werewolf, with so much control over your were-form you’re basically just yourself. You’ve grown so close to your roommate that you decide it’s safe to transform in front of them. You expect shock, horror. Instead, they whip out a fursuit.
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
I found out Wally Wackford exists and I’m just gonna say he’s my comfort character now and he’s gonna be in my safe corner with Wally Darling & Luigi now excuse me, imma try find more content of my boy.
THSC Ship Names (cause people forget and I don't blame them)
Copperright (Reginald x RHM)
Rosemin (Henry x Ellie)
Stickvin/Henrles (Henry x Charles, Stickvin's more popular)
Rosevin (Ellie x Charles)
Poly Threat (Henry x Ellie x Charles)
Panprice (Rupert x Dave)
Curtisson (Sven x Burt)
Stickprice (Henry x Rupert)
Coppermin (Henry x Reginald)
Copperrightmin (?) (Reginald x RHM x Henry)
Rightmin (Henry x RHM)
Roseson (?) (Ellie x Sven)
Pantis (?) (Dave x Burt)
Panmin (?) (Henry x Dave)
Pricevin (Charles x Rupert)
Vinrose (Ellie x Dr Vinschpinsilstien)
Vinmin (Henry x Dr Vinschpinsilstien)
Gritvin (?) (Charles x Victoria, no I'm serious)
Galetrov (Hubert x Dmitri)
Vintrov (Dmitri x Dr Vinschpinsilstien, y'all exist?)
Copperave (Reginald x Terrence, what's wrong with you)
Rave/Rauve (Randy x Terrence)
If your ship wasn't included, it's not because I forgot you it's because y'all can't decide on a name (serious, I can list every THSC ship that isn't OC x Canon)
To think…a man so cruel, so cunning…so pathetic. All he wanted was a family.
I think about Fontaine’s fake family more than I should
~A Letter To a Autobot~
I’m not a poetry or brief summary type of guy.
When I talk about something. I like to go ALL in.
In this letter, I hope that I can say all I need to say about your…poem.
I loved you too Orian. Deeply.
I wanted nothing more but to drop everything, EVERYTHING for you!
You made me feel safe & happy, things in my life I never experienced much of.
I wanted nothing more but to be yours.
But I couldn’t because they needed me. I needed someone like me. I am in a position where I can change things.
And I did.
Bots started to care about the ones that slaved away at those mines. Bots started to care about me. A lowly caste slave that fought & killed. And…I was ”blessed” with the name Megatronus.
I did what I had too to survive. I spoke out and did what I had to do for change. For not just me, but for the other bots that suffered far worse then I and those bots that died horrid & cruel deaths..But when I met you, I was selfish.
I finally had something I could call my own. Love.
How it can blind you more then sulfur, believe me I would know.
I wanted you.
But Orion…Optimus…WHOEVER YOU ARE ANYMORE YOUR CONFUSING ME.
Your letter was confusing because I don’t know what you want?
You want me to surrender? Truce? Make up? Keep fighting? DIE?!
You yourself are confused at what you truly want.
Well…I know what I want.
I am not giving up all this work, all this pain all this progress just to run back to you.
This ends when one of us is dead, Optimus.
I miss you. But one has to win.
And one has to fail.
~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?!
Noises.
Certain sounds echoed in my mind.
Walking on stone, the lighting of a torch and the familiar hiss of a creeper…creeping behind me.
Then I remember shouting, I ran…I ran as fast as I could, my legs taking me…somewhere, I dropped my journal but there was no time as an arrow whisked right past me and stuck onto the cave wall.
My legs took me to a cliff, I screamed as I plummeted and then-
“AHHH-“ I gasped, I couldn’t breath…I started to cough and slowly gain back my lost breath.
My mind still spins but I quickly realize it was a nightmare. A nightmare reliving the past.
I looked around my room. Door on my left, balcony on my right, a picture of Donkey Kong dead ahead. My room was spacious and well decorated…this place I built with my own hands.
My head still hurts…I think I need to go outside.
I push my blanket aside and let my feet touch the cold wooden floor, I shiver but I slug my way to the balcony doors, I open only one of the doors and I’m immediately met with the cold breeze. My eyes shot open as I see the beauty around me…
The oak forests on the left look beautiful in the moonlight and the ocean on the right glistens like diamonds in a mineshaft.
I took a deep breath. This is my eden.
I close the door behind me as I let the breeze tickle my beard, I let it make me feel so cold yet so warm. I felt safe…at home.
As I looked up to the moon, as the intrusive thought invade my mind and as I fight them off I hear soft footsteps and a little knock at my door.
I turn my gaze to see a little shadow peeking through the window.
There with big olde violet eyes, looking at me with the same look my wolf would give me would I had steak in my hand.
“Steve? Is that you my boy?”
The little shadow emerges from the shadows and into the light where I can see my boy with his shaggy hair, PJ’s and stuffed sheep clutched to his chest.
I open the door to the balcony, he hesitantly steps into the moonlight.
“What’s wrong my son?”
Steve says nothing as he waddles towards me and looks to me…I notice his violet eyes are on near tears. A nightmare…
“Come here my child.” I pick up my little guy and hold him close as he and I look over our eden. He nestles into my chest and I rub his back.
“It’s okay Stevie…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
Muttering those words again and again as I look at my boy. Oh Steve…I wish I was there with you again but due to my arrogance…I am lost.
If you find this…know that I will always love you and to please. Find the journal I left behind in mine where it all began.
I’m sorry my son.
Sincerely, your father, Notch.
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~
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.
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.
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…
YUMMY
Fudgy triple chocolate skillet brownie
I was watching some clips of Ducktales, as you do, when I stumbled on Storkules? (I think that’s how u spell it) being overly sweet and clingy to our boy, Donald.
LIKE- HE LEGIT SAID “What of mY DONALD?!” When the world was ending in season 2 and he legit CARESSED DONALD when him and Huey and Louie and Scrooge were stuck on an island.
(I forgot to add that the bro legit was always so supportive and proud every time Donald did something, like get u a man like that-)
LIKE THIS IS KINDA CUTE- and maybe low key annoying, like I don’t like clingy people but Storkules is giving off “Golden Retriever” vibes. Where yeah it’s annoying, but they don’t mean too. Sides you cannot get mad at that face- LOOK AT DEM!
ooga booga.
Y’all know who this artist is? If not…shit.
Oh well…bye I was bored.
A Son of Ink Short Story: Thoughts of Him
ART BY: @thelostmoongazer
Moonshine’s most clearest memory of him was a summers night…they were going out to eat.
“NO!” Screamed Moon Child as he sat in the corner, curled into a little ball.
“Moony, come on! We’ll be late!” Replied a voice, hidden behind a wall. Moonshine sat near the door and waited patiently for his brother and father.
“B-But I don’t want to go!” Cried the Moon Child, he looked up at his father with tear swollen eyes who just walked into the room. His father smacked his lips and smiled, crouching down all the way to Moon Child’s level.
“Awww, your beautiful eyes are swollen..here-“ he grabbed a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and lightly dabbed it onto the little Moon Child’s face, Moon Child soured and started turning away.
“MY EYES ARE NOT BOOTIFUL!”
His father ignored his cries and was able to wipe away his tears but new ones might form soon he thought.
“I know son, your scared of loud places but I promise you it’s gonna be fun! Besides, look at your brother! He’s growing impatient!” They both look at Moonshine, who is wearing his best clothes and bow tie and has a pouty look on his face, he crosses his arm to really hit home how impatient he’s getting.
Moon Child laughs a little and wipes away a newly formed tear. “Y-Yeah, your right daddy…c-can I bring John with me?” His father smiled and patted his head lovingly.
“Of course! Go get him bud.”
Moon Child smiles and quickly springs up and dashes off upstairs.
His father laughs but then hears a little “AHEM!” He turns to see Moonshine standing by the door, his chest puffed out and his little blue cheeks more bluer then usual. His father chuckles and comes over and crouches to Moonshines level…
“Yes Moonshine, your outfit is very VERY dashing! I’m so impressed by how well you tied your own little bow tie! All without me!” Moonshine smiled brightly, receiving such a declaration from his papa and a nice loving pat on the head.
/better then his brother like always, whose tie isn’t even on right…/
“I’m ready! And so is John!” Moon Child comes blazing down the stairs with one hand on the railing and the other on a small stuffed bear lovingly named, “John”.
“Great! Lets get going boys! Aunt Frances is waiting for us!” Replies their father as he takes Moonshines hand and then takes Moon Child’s, they walk out the door (and lock the door of course) and head out to a night of fun and delicious food.
Moonshine looks up at his papa.
“We gonna have fun, right Papa?” His dad looks down at Moonshine and smiles brightly, “Yes we are Moonshine! Yes we are!” They get in the car and ride off to a night of fun, food and playing…
…Moonshine looks in his mirror, seeing a handsome sexy man on the other side, he smiles and adjusts his brand new tie.
Father was right…he did look dashing. He looked over at his dresser to see a picture, a old yet colourful picture of a man. A man of fire, whose skin wasn’t blue but pure yellow, orange and even some red, his eyes orange and fierce yet inviting, he has a smile on his face and bouquet of flower in his gloved hands.
Moonshine grabbed the photo of the man and looked at the writing below..
“I wish you the bests of wishes my friend, I hope you get well soon! ~Love Adonis”
Adonis was his father….a father who taught him that looks can really get you far if you have enough charm.
He smirks and puts the picture down…he no longer recognizes himself as the little “Moonshine” his father lovingly called him…he is now known as the feared, respected boss of toon town..Mr Moon.
A man that would even make his father scared he thought.
He left his room, leaving behind a thought. What did Adonis think of him? And did he even care anymore…
Authors Note: I love this AU! So I decided to write my own little short story about what Mr Moon and Moon Man were like as kiddos! Along with a character of mine named Adonis!
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OKAY LISTEN HERE BITCHES
THIS IS AN MK APPRECIATION POST
I REPEAT
THIS IS AN MK APPRECIATION POST
LOOK AT HIM FOR FUCK SAKE
REBLOG IF YOU MK REBLOG IF YOU LOVE MK.
ANY MK HATERS WILL BE BANNED FROM MY PAGE /HJ
WE STAN MK IN THIS HOUSE HOLD. FRFR.
This is making feel some type of way-
Me hiding from whatever dis this:
Guess what time it is…
It’s Horny on Main day folks.
Keyframes by my lovely talented and constantly thirsty for some Deltarune No Suit brother @thelostmoongazer . He did a fabulous job crafting the initial concept for this animation and really should consider animating more.
Inbetweens by me.
“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.
If you haven’t please read. Spread the word, I personally don’t want kids to be outed when their not ready or they don’t know for sure who they are, this is NOT okay for so many other reasons and this needs to stop.
