“Why?…Why Do You Want This?”

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

“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.

Used only for carpentry.

Her delicate hand touched my cheek.

I flinch and move away to the corner.

I look up at this goddess, wondering what the hell she wanted.

As I flinched her hand coiled to her chest, her flowing orange hair and her glistening blue eyes face me.

She looked disappointed at my reaction.

I try give her my fiercest gaze and turn my eyes away from her, can she just leave me alone already?

I heard her soft footsteps come closer towards my direction but then they stop.

She’s hesitant.

I look back up at her, ignoring her elegant dressing and what she had in her other hand to her blue eyes.

It was a mixed of “should I?” And doubt. I seen those eyes before so many times, in my friends eyes, my mothers eyes...and my dads eyes.

They all were hesitant. To me. The runt, the fowl creature. The dirty dog.

I was better off alone. So no one could ever hurt me.

No one can give me that disappointed gaze.

When I looked up at her again, I noticed now...that she was gone.

Leaving behind a basket.

I sigh, like everyone else she left.

At least she gave me a basket...or goodies I hope?

Then again she looked like high nobility or something maybe there was gold or-

What in the world?

What is this? A trick?

...May this continue soon.

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!

@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 🥰

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.

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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!