Maximilien

" Power of agency, agent of what. This is a question we might ask. An agent is a spy or not. A spy is a promise to God, hidden where only God can find it. " indie rp/ask blog for Overwatch's Maximillien selective || multiverse || divergent || 18+ || written by Cuio

[catedroguett]

Event hype

[skogsdotter-draws]

still can’t believe we’re finally getting content of this boy

[artmadval]

the anger is still there 

[insomniaeon]

ɪs ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ? sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀʟ

[aituok-artist-deactivated202409]

Maximilien - Overwatch

This was a very fun painting! Thanks to all who joined in the livestream; I had fun chatting with you guys as I painted it! You may use this for icons as long as you give credit to me. Reblogs > Likes Under cut is the original sketch

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[dashiana-deactivated20200925]

A scene with Moira. More to come when I get a minute. :)

[overdrugs-mayhem]

Seems like somebody got himself a sugar daddy 👀💯

[jeudeguerre]

character  study .

fun little character game !  fill in the below categories with things that your character can be identified by.  repost and tag away !

emotions  /  feelings  :

patience outrage rebellion judgment pride

colours :

dark red black and grey plush crimson silver dark green scents :

alcohol molten metal expensive leather oil paint

clothing :

three-piece suits designer soft fabrics trenchcoats objects :

dice martini glasses paintings playing cards crisp new money poker chips dirty sheets vices / bad  habits  :

gambling lying smuggling murder-by-association

body language :

hands behind back crossed legs tilted head poker face pointed fingers

aesthetics :

the white noise of a casino shuffling cards and chips changing hands hushed secrets plush, expensive fabrics that beg to be touched no touching classical music and ballrooms the finality of executions cheap hookers and cheaper booze expensive hookers the taste of freedom Tagged by: @talonsaconite holy shit!!!!

Tagging:   @crrypt @enemigodetectado @uilechumhachtach @mobstxr @calisunshinereyes @greenxscarves @kingscrowe @kingoftheravens @descanseenpaz and anyone else who feels like it ! :3

[rpmusings-galore]

           i’m only a  [ MACHINE ]

                                                                       can’t feel 

                                             can’t feel

                                        that’s what i’m told. 

                                       so, then explain this: 

                                       not only a machine

                                    how can a heart of metal 

                                                b r e a k  ?

[dashiana-deactivated20200925]

*slowly descends to heck*

[witchy-fanarchived]

So I got really into Phantom Manor back in October and for the idea with my friend to give a MaxMaker spin to it.

[jeudeguerre]

@calisunshinereyes

“ Do not go gently into that good night. Rage. Rage. Against the dying of the light. And let all who know me say this: I bore the red of anger bright. And carried forth with all my might.” A light smile. “ And so to carry battles light in my fist and in my cry… Never. Ever. Go quietly into the night.” He props his cheek on his hand. 

His own little storm, dark curls and raspy voice and stormclouds-on-the-horizon eyes. And a tendency to humor Maxmilien with his pretentious bullshit. Is it any wonder that the glow of his optics is uncharacteristically soft?

"Do recite poetry for me all night, my dear Gabriel. You have the voice for it.”

[jeudeguerre]

‘ ain’t it a gentle sound , the rolling in the graves ? ’

“They did not go gently, mon ami. No one should ever go gently--    and you are quite stunning when you rage.”

[jeudeguerre]

‘ give your heart and soul to charity . ’

“Would that I could, mon cher. But I have neither heart nor soul. And I daresay there are better things to spend our riches on than charity alone, wouldn't you think?”

[calisunshinereyes]

Gabriel still toasts him again, and takes a draw that is perhaps a bit too deep for such a fine wine. Not like he can get soused by the thought of ruining or wasting such a nice drink is almost criminal. Despite not being able to get drunk the warmth is welcome in its own way and he sips it once more after that bracing drink. Toes curling a bit. Adjusting the edge of his dress on habit and stretching just that bit more under his palm. Lightly tapping him once more. “ Thank you. Truly Max. I enjoy our correspondance but nothing makes me happier than one on one time with you like this. You always have such interesting insights and perceptions. Each conversation with you is memorable. I’m still delighted you decided it was worth it to slum with the old war dog.” A joke, one he has made before to some degree. Because Gabriel is relatively old compared to the omnic. Not that it has ever seemed to bother Maximilien. A small blessing as some he knew eyed him, his career and his age and wondered… when would be be done? Pry it out of his hands dammit. He had agents to train, and keep safe. People who needed them to help them. “ You always make me feel like the world outside stopped for a bit. Time spent with you? Always a pleasure if I might repeat myself this once. You’re very…unpressuring. I won’t lie I feel like we could simply sit and pursue other entertainments and it wouldn’t be burdensome to do so: just to be for a bit.” A rare gem in his often frenetic world of work.

[jeudeguerre]

That, above anything else, is what gets Gabriel the first true laugh of the evening. It is metallic and robotic and yet somehow warm, a thrill of static and openness that slims from Maximilien before he can help it. He is not warm by any means, but his fingers tighten some on Gabriel’s ankle as he shifts, leans back ever so slightly in the plush pillows.

“An old war dog, hm? An exquisite one you are then, Gabriel.”

He considers it for a moment, then leans forward to put his own, barely touched glass of wine down. It does not do anything for him, and the need to fidget with something has left him. Instead, one arm is draped elegantly over the back of the couch, the other resting in his lap, sensing Gabriel’s minute twitches and stretches.

“That is an interesting image,” he admits, the humor still coloring his voice though he is again composed, calm. “I have to admit sometimes I have found myself mourning the fact we work far apart most days. It can be dreadfully boring, especially when one doesn’t leave the office at all. I’m sure you can relate.”

Though he prefers to be in his casinos, outside, talking to people, there is always paperwork, always business to take care of over dinner parties and meetings alike. Gabriel would be better company for it than most, a strangely comforting presence.

Not that he needs the comfort, of course. But he enjoys it regardless.

"I am sure you already know this, but consider it an official open invitation. I know the humdrum of the casino isn’t always to your liking, but.. My private quarters are yours, for the moments your busy thoughts need a quiet place, Gabriel. You have a brilliant mind, and taking care of it is important.”

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *    & .    —   HOZIER  LYRIC  STARTERS .

*   taken  from  his  most  recent  songs !

‘  i  couldn’t  utter  my  love  when  it  counted .  ’

‘  i  couldn’t  whisper  when  you  needed  it  shouted .  ’

‘  remember  me ,  love ,  when  i’m  reborn .  ’

‘  when  i  met  you ,  my  virtues  uncounted .  ’

‘  all  of  my  goodness  is  going  with  you  now .  ’

‘  i  was  housed  by  your  warmth ,  but  i  was  transformed  by  your  grounded  and  giving  and  darkening  scorn .  ’

‘  when  i  first  saw  you  the  end  was  soon .  ’

‘  give  your  heart  and  soul  to  charity .  ’

‘  the rest  of  you ,   the  best  of  you ,  honey ,  belongs  to  me .  ’

‘  ain’t  it  a  gentle  sound ,  the  rolling  in  the  graves ?  ’

‘  ain’t  you  my  baby ?  ’

‘  nothing  fucks  with  my  baby .  ’

‘  the  same  kind  of  music  haunts  her  bedroom .  ’

‘  i’m  almost  me  again ,  she’s  almost  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  know  where  to  start .  ’

‘  be  still  my  foolish  heart ,  don’t  ruin  this  on  me .  ’

‘  do  i  owe  each  kiss  to  lip  and  cheek  as  soft ?  ’

‘  i’ve  got  some  color  back ,  she  thinks  so  too .  ’

‘  i  laugh  like  me  again ,  she  laughs  like  you .  ’

‘  is  everything  alright ?  ’

‘  i  still  watch  you  when  you’re  groovin’ .  ’

‘  when  you  move ,  i’m  moved .  ’

‘  you  are  a  call  to  motion .  ’

‘  all  of  you  a  verb  in  perfect  view .  ’

‘  i  could  never  define  all  that  you  are  to  me .  ’

‘  move  me ,  baby .  ’

‘  when  you  move  i  can  recall  something  that’s  gone  from  me .  ’

‘  when  you  move ,  honey ,  i’m  put  in  awe  of  something  so  flawed  and  free .  ’

‘  all  the  fear  and  the  fire  at  the  end  of  the  world  happens  each  time  a  boy  falls  in  love  with  a  girl .  ’

‘  i’m  in  love  with  you .  ’

‘  that  love  soon  might  end  and  be  knowing  in  its  aching ,  it’s  shown  in  the  shaking .  ’

‘  be  still ,  my  incredible  friend .  ’

‘  you  are  unbreaking  though  quaking ,  though  crazy .  ’

‘  when  the  meaning  is  gone ,  there  is  clarity .  ’

‘  be  thankful  some  know  it  lovingly .  ’

[calisunshinereyes]

Gabriel ducks his head a little, ruffling his fingers through his curls. Allowing them to fall out of the careful coif of the evening. Massaging the back of his neck. Setting his glass aside to slip his stud out of his ear, toying with the pearl slowly, regarding the shine of it,” You don’t give compliments. Doesn’t mean I don’t think you aren’t biased Renard-” He points at him before he tucks the pearl onto the table near the sofa for now. Lifting his glass once more to regard the near garnet colored alcohol. Foot shifting, relaxing a bit more in curl of cool fingers around his ankle. It helps keep him from getting too antsy as he reorders his thoughts. He gets maudlin when he’s dealt with people for too long, or at least people he’s not fond of. It makes him second guess himself occasionally. He knows he’s good…but he’s just a soldier in the long run. He shivers, skin prickling before he takes a slow breath and shakes his head,” Sorry Max. A night for thoughts I think. I still feel you’ll have the best casino of the glittering white city soon enough my friend. You know the right way to get people to feel comfortable, appreciated.” A teasing wink. “ I myself have not had the joy to peruse Monaco yet. I hope to someday though. I have been to Milan recently. I enjoyed a walk down fashion row.”

[jeudeguerre]

Faintly, in the distance, Maximilien’s sensors notice the tremble running through the other man. It is registered and stored, old protocols whirring in the distance of his vast mind; a million-and-one possible responses, each one of them catered to specific-

Maximilien stills, and wonders.

It is irritating.

But Gabriel is not; could not be even if he tried. At least not in Maximilien’s presence, which is a rather impressive feat.

“Think whatever you must,” he says quietly. “It does not matter to me, nor will it change my opinion of me, mon ami. And it is quite high. Do not mistake this for simple flattery. I simply know what you are worth.”

Would that it could ever be as simple as that; but the world does not work that way, their world least of all. Still, Maximilien feels the urge to comfort the other man, if not the same way another friend would. He’s not sure he can; but his hand remains where it is, metallic thumb gently pressing against the silk-softened skin.

“Do not apologize,” he says gently. “You might be extraordinary, but you are still just a man. Bad thoughts come and go, non? I am just... happy to be able to offer you a place where you are not constantly undressed by hungry eyes, or taken for less than you are.”

He is, indeed, happy to offer that.

Worrying.