To Rephrase This “Your Putting A Descendent Of A Wolf Into Sheep’s Clothing”...and That Descendent

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I REPEAT

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Have yourself a lovely holiday!

If you don’t celebrate the holidays have a grand old day!

All that matters is that your with family and friends (through safe measurements of course) and to celebrate each other’s company!

AGH! I LOVE THIS SHOW! 😤👌

family hug!

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

I...uh...it’s sorta true I guess🥺👉👈

AGH! Never doing that emoji again lol

@notsiva oH mY GooDnEsS! Of course! I mean what I said your story was top notch!

I’m so happy that I made your morning because you made mine!! This morning I was feeling down but you just make me smile like a doof!🥰

@namelessknight made my fucking morning. Thank you so much 🥰

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.

“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.

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

Reposting this so I don’t forget.