#genji.

[lordfounder]

[overwatching-imagines]

Oh, before it's too late I might as well ask this character ask for Genji. H-hey Genji! I made some ramen for you. W-would you like to try some.......... um Genji......... you've been slurping on those noodles for like 15 seconds....... I'm guessing you like it then?

Genji couldn’t even speak but opted to look at you and nod eagerly, contented expression on his face with a stray noodle hanging out of his mouth in a rather comical manner before slurping the rest of the noodle into his mouth.

‘It was delicious! Thank you very much Y/N!” Genji beamed at you. “Do you think you could make me ramen again sometime?”

[lordfounder]

Of all the current members of Eternal Paradise, the one who is closest and most loyal to Douma is Genji. He is the only one who Douma trusts implicitly, to the point of revealing his true nature.

( Genji was a soldier in the Russo-Japanese war of 1904. Returning broken from the war, bereft of all hope, he had nothing. Until the Lord Founder provided him respite.)

This loyalty stems from something far deeper than religious fervor or dogma. After all, Genji knows that Douma is no god. He is aware that he is a demon, he knows that the Eternal Paradise faith is a sham.

The root of this undying devotion is love. He loves Douma like he were his own son, who he lost at an early age. Genji is the one who assists Douma with the ritualistic garbs and often times brushes his hair.

[cauchemarr-blog1]

"At peace with yourself is at peace with Gerard."

"Who are you to even say that man’s name? You, a thing that should be dead. Despicable.”

[thewildbest-blog]

🍺 (closest i can get on mobile) -thewrongbrother

have our muses drink together!

“I didn’t piss in it, you know.”The bar stool scraped against grimy wooden floor planks as Jesse dragged it across to the warrior he’d just bought a drink. Not even that ornate mask could hide the the other man’s distaste and distrust.“Why are you here?” came the voice from behind it, with a robotic filter that made Jesse’s eyes widen with interest.The cowboy tipped his own cup back and sighed. “You killed a lot of people in Hanamura - easy! Do I look like a cop? This isn’t an arrest, this is a thank you,” he drummed his fingers on the side of the cup in front of the mysterious warrior, “For doing my job for me. And a peace offering.”He tipped his hat, drained the last of his drink and headed for the door, just in case. He’d seen what the warrior left behind.

[thewildbest-blog]

@dragonbladc​

SHAMBALI MONASTERY, NEPAL BOXING DAY MORNING

It was fine up here for the cyborgs and omnics - metal feet didn’t freeze into little toesicles that felt like they were going to crack right off and rattle around in your boots. McCree rubbed his gloved hands together and grumbled curses at the monks as he stumbled up the last steps. Maybe the weather was the pacifists’ idea of defense. Maybe he should have brought a scarf instead of a serape.

The first knock on their wide wooden gates echoed like a drum through his hungover brain so he opted for yelling instead.

“Genji, get your carbonite ass down here already, I’m freezing!” 

The gunslinger squinted up at the ramparts and then swung around to stare down the snow behind him, half-expecting a snowball to the face. But maybe that wasn’t the new Genji’s style. McCree pictured his old friend sat cross-legged on a straw mat inside, warm and peaceful. A gust of high mountain wind seared past his exposed ears.

“Couldn’t have found inner peace in the Bahamas now, could he?”