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@mortxlarrivee
Finally finished this son of a gun after my exams finished today, thanks so much for your patience guys and thanks for 31k followers! Can’t believe so many people like this dork I’m totally jazzed at all hours!
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FOOLISH.
In other news, this comic is great now that I’ve seen it in full and I love the dialogue and you did such a good job dis ITS SUCH A GOOD. GOOD JOB.
the day is May 24th. a new animated short comes out on the overwatch channel. people claim it’s the best one out of all of them as there’s a ton of action as well as good character moments. finally, the short ends. the overwatch logo appears. but then it cuts to a new scene. and there he is.
Gerard lacroix.
What if the nerd was still alive pt 1
pt 2
pt 3
you can thank these losers and the folks hitting up my inbox
French voice: that’s my kink
These two are so cute. It’s sad what happened to them in the Overwatch lore. <:>
Remind Yourself;
People leave
Life goes on
It is what it is
Everything is temporary
Don’t over think, and;
Let it go
Leans out Are there any 76s/reap.ers/reinh.ardts/torbjorns/old school overwatch characters who wanna talk to gerard Because I need them to plz see how messed up gerard is
“…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via bisexualcooper)
veuve-lilac:
Amélie laughed. Apparently Gérard had not changed over time, nor her cooking skills, despite everything she’d gone through. She put a generous piece of cake in a pretty plate for him, and her eyes lighted up to hear the news.
“Oh, c’est parfait ! There’s almost a century I don’t go to the opera. Should I pick my fanciest dress ? I didn’t had time to go shopping, as I prefer going with you, so I have few options …
Her fancy taste to pick clothes didn’t change a bit too. Amélie liked to be sophisticated, and to feel pretty for her husband.
“I remember when I was on the stage and you brought me pretty flowers …”
He gladly started to eat, savoring the sweet tastes that he’d missed so dearly in the hospital...
“Mmmm, we shall go shopping for it, if you’d like.” He replied, humming. “Mmmm! Still just as great a baker as ever Amelie...” He loved how she cooked, she baked... Everything about her was wonderful.
“I recall too... I recall I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked so I just bought you a messy jumble...”
“Oh mon Dieu Gérard, how could you say that to me … ”
“I only say that meaning ‘if you have moved on, then I respect your choices and hope that your new relationship goes well’.”
“If not, then well... Im’ still here.”
Wait a minute
So Kubo’s dad is named Hanzo and looks like this
And he’s known for his skill with a bow and arrow
His mom is a former emotionless evil assassin
Are we sure this isn’t a Hanzo/Widowmaker AU
ohcaptaiin:
Ana sighed, rubbing her temples as she looked at the piles of paper before her. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest and closed her eyes for a moment. To say the media was in an uproar would be an understatement.
PR nightmare after PR nightmare. It was getting worse. She didn’t regret taking on some of Jack’s work, it was a lot of work, and she was glad to help him. However— she still had her own work to complete. It was no wonder her hair was already grey. She opened her eyes and sat straight, unfolding her arms. “Yes? Come in, it’s unlocked.”
Her gaze softened when she saw Gerard, he had just been through a lot. Amelie had been through a lot. “Aren’t you a site for sore eyes,” she teased.
He was indeed.
Gerard, usually immaculately groomed down to his mustache, was a tousled mess. Bags under his red eyes, skin paler than usual... But he still smiled warmly upon seeing Ana.
“Aha, I told you I wouldn’t forget our lunch date.” He gloated quietly, shuffling in as he closed the door behind him with a careful foot. “Well, I did bring tea and snacks. So there is that...” It wasnt much as far as food, but he didn’t have a lot of time. If he was away from Amelie for too long, he’d start to get anxious...
“I mean, YOU didn’t forget, did you?”
diiisplaced:
The AI frowned from her desk, but stood and moved to do as he said. All the while, those blue eyes never left him; narrowed, worried, unsettled. But whatever thoughts were rushing in that clever mind would remain there for now. Instead, she did as he said, tip-tapping on her keys until a file could be displayed in front of the human.
Only then, as she moved back around the desk, did she dare open her mouth.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” she said. Her hands clasped in front of her chest, fingers wringing nervously. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I understand you are using this as a method to cope, sir, but I don’t think you should be reading this. You are alive. Isn’t that what matters?”
“You think so?”
It wasn’t sarcasm, for once. He was simply wondering the other’s opinion on his... condition. How obsessed he was with death after being legally dead for nearly a year or two... or several. “I just think it’s something interesting since I shouldn’t be here.”
It was true, he felt a disconnect from the rest of the world... He felt like he was a ghost, one who happened to be tangible... He pulled up a chair, reading the reports... “I understand your concern. But... Something draws me back here whenever I’m unable to sleep. Something about seeing myself dead puts me at ease.”
A morbid statement, to be sure.
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? Out of all the people here, surely you know what it’s like? To have been gone...?”
Gerard when a Widowmaker follows him: Oh goodie maybe this one will finally finish the job
veuve-lilac:
mortxlarrivee:
@veuve-lilac
“Amelie!” He is home early. Gerard had managed to foil yet another hairbrained Talon plot, and was able to make it home before supper. And this time, he has a surprise.
“ Mon Chéri, where are you? I have a surprise!”
“And what is it, mon cher ? I prepared that cake you used to love. A bit of chocolate, a bit of vanilla, rum and chantilly. Just as sweet as you ~”
The woman ran to greet her husband, still wearing a cute apron, with her hair tied in a long braid. Making domestic things were a gift to her, after fighting so much at Talon’s side.
“I hope I did not miss any ingredients, but the aroma is very good. Wanna taste a piece ?”
“Please!”
He had had another flashback.
For but a moment, he’d been young again. Not bent nor broken. He hadn’t needed a cane. He’d been alive all along. Seeing Amelie though, with her lightly tinted skin, a byproduct of Mercy’s attempts to reverse the damage Talon had done... It brought him back to his own reality.
But... he supposed this was good too.
Amelie was here with him... He hobbled to his chair, feeling so old and tired, but at peace at last... “I got us tickets to the opera. Ah, I hope you aren’t bothered but I got us a private box...
widowmadeherself:
Night is the only time that Widowmaker can leave her lair. She is blue. She is noticeable, even among the freakshow that makes up the nightlife of the city. In order to combat this, she wears a wide-brim hat and her coat with the collar pulled up. A cyanotic version of Carmen Sandiego.
Tonight, Widowmaker decides to people-watch. Out of boredom, habit, or just imagining how and where she would snipe each one of them. She makes her way to a little coffee shop and sits outside, ordering a simple black cup of coffee.
Gerard is greeted by the servers, and he is granted his usual seat by the window.
Gerard rarely ever orders anything but a ham and cheese sandwich and ice coffee... Sometimes he asks for hot tea instead. Or even a latte. But otherwise, he’s just in his own little world, waiting for his order and watching everyone rush past...
@ohcaptaiin
It has been too long. Gerard knows better than to come empty handed.
Granted, he’d been under so much stress lately. But he’d finally felt comfortable leaving Amelie alone for a few hours to come spend time with a trusted friend of his.
The kidnapping had hurt him more than any bullet, any weapon, any torture... But he was so relieved that he ha gotten his dear, sweet wife back. Though... it was hard not to be suspicious. As relieved as he was to know Talon hadn’t harmed her as badly as they could have... why HADN’T they harmed her as badly as they could have?
That’s why he was here. Box of tea under one arm and a box of cookies under another... “Ana?” His foot rapped against her door, eager to speak with her...
