Hera: Axel, Darling We’re All Out Of Chips & Dip For Tonight! Would You Like To Come With Me To-

I’m tired.

Why?

Because of existing.

I...uh...it’s sorta true I guess🥺👉👈

AGH! Never doing that emoji again lol

Person A: AHAHAHA! I WILL DESTROY THE NINE REALMS! THEN BECOME AN ULTIMATE GOD!

Person B: Whoo! You go babe! Slay!!

Person A: *gets a bit flushed* Uhh...B?

Person B: Hmm? Yes Queen?

Person A: W-well , can you umm...help me? And you know...become my right hand man?

Person B: *blushes profusely* y-you mean it??

Person A: *silently nods while taking B in their arms*

Person B immediately accepts and together they destroy the Nine Realms and become rulers of all of their own little existence :D

Person A: *starts a fucking war*

Person B: *holding a camera* You’re doing great sweetie! Love you!

While everyone is probably one upping one another I thought I would share this!

Sure I do overthink while I drift off to sleep but then I at least think of one silly thing or one happy thing that brings me a smile!

It can be a cute dog! Me petting and adopting said dog, playing with that dog or something like being surprised with a cat that was sitting on my doorstep! What would I do with that said cat?

Or I think of things I’m in love with! Like Video Games, Writing, Art! Things that bring me a smile...or I think of something dumb like-

THEN I WOULD BE LAUGHING MYSELF SLEEP-

All I’m saying is think of one thing that makes you smile!

Overthinking yourself to sleep is the adult version of bedtime story

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!

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!

A Son of Ink Short Story: Thoughts of Him

ART BY: @thelostmoongazer

Moonshine’s most clearest memory of him was a summers night…they were going out to eat.

“NO!” Screamed Moon Child as he sat in the corner, curled into a little ball.

“Moony, come on! We’ll be late!” Replied a voice, hidden behind a wall. Moonshine sat near the door and waited patiently for his brother and father.

“B-But I don’t want to go!” Cried the Moon Child, he looked up at his father with tear swollen eyes who just walked into the room. His father smacked his lips and smiled, crouching down all the way to Moon Child’s level.

“Awww, your beautiful eyes are swollen..here-“ he grabbed a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and lightly dabbed it onto the little Moon Child’s face, Moon Child soured and started turning away.

“MY EYES ARE NOT BOOTIFUL!”

His father ignored his cries and was able to wipe away his tears but new ones might form soon he thought.

“I know son, your scared of loud places but I promise you it’s gonna be fun! Besides, look at your brother! He’s growing impatient!” They both look at Moonshine, who is wearing his best clothes and bow tie and has a pouty look on his face, he crosses his arm to really hit home how impatient he’s getting.

Moon Child laughs a little and wipes away a newly formed tear. “Y-Yeah, your right daddy…c-can I bring John with me?” His father smiled and patted his head lovingly.

“Of course! Go get him bud.”

Moon Child smiles and quickly springs up and dashes off upstairs.

His father laughs but then hears a little “AHEM!” He turns to see Moonshine standing by the door, his chest puffed out and his little blue cheeks more bluer then usual. His father chuckles and comes over and crouches to Moonshines level…

“Yes Moonshine, your outfit is very VERY dashing! I’m so impressed by how well you tied your own little bow tie! All without me!” Moonshine smiled brightly, receiving such a declaration from his papa and a nice loving pat on the head.

/better then his brother like always, whose tie isn’t even on right…/

“I’m ready! And so is John!” Moon Child comes blazing down the stairs with one hand on the railing and the other on a small stuffed bear lovingly named, “John”.

“Great! Lets get going boys! Aunt Frances is waiting for us!” Replies their father as he takes Moonshines hand and then takes Moon Child’s, they walk out the door (and lock the door of course) and head out to a night of fun and delicious food.

Moonshine looks up at his papa.

“We gonna have fun, right Papa?” His dad looks down at Moonshine and smiles brightly, “Yes we are Moonshine! Yes we are!” They get in the car and ride off to a night of fun, food and playing…

…Moonshine looks in his mirror, seeing a handsome sexy man on the other side, he smiles and adjusts his brand new tie.

Father was right…he did look dashing. He looked over at his dresser to see a picture, a old yet colourful picture of a man. A man of fire, whose skin wasn’t blue but pure yellow, orange and even some red, his eyes orange and fierce yet inviting, he has a smile on his face and bouquet of flower in his gloved hands.

Moonshine grabbed the photo of the man and looked at the writing below..

“I wish you the bests of wishes my friend, I hope you get well soon! ~Love Adonis”

Adonis was his father….a father who taught him that looks can really get you far if you have enough charm.

He smirks and puts the picture down…he no longer recognizes himself as the little “Moonshine” his father lovingly called him…he is now known as the feared, respected boss of toon town..Mr Moon.

A man that would even make his father scared he thought.

He left his room, leaving behind a thought. What did Adonis think of him? And did he even care anymore…

Authors Note: I love this AU! So I decided to write my own little short story about what Mr Moon and Moon Man were like as kiddos! Along with a character of mine named Adonis!

~A Letter To a Decepticon~

To think…to think I loved you.

Of course I love you…but…

I don’t know how I feel about you anymore.

I miss those optics that looked into my own.

I miss the way you put an arm around me.

I felt so warm.

I miss how your laugh could light up a room.

I miss how tired you were and how you would nestle into me.

I miss having you beneath me.

I want you back.

But yet I can’t.

As a prime I can’t let my emotions & past effect me and my autobots.

But when I look into those optics and see your face.

I wish to see your smile.

I wish to see that passion you showed me that night.

I wish I could hold you.

I wish…I wish I still loved you.

…Bro…

dO YoU hAtE mE oR nOt?!

ooga booga.

Y’all know who this artist is? If not…shit.

Oh well…bye I was bored.

Cotton Filled Ears

The person who has been with me thick and thin.

The person who loved me when I don’t feel loved.

The person who gave me life.

Is the person who deserves my upmost loyalty.

And yet…something about you changed.

Your eyes are the same ivy green gaze.

Your voice is still as powerful as the unshakable gods above.

Your ears are able to hear my song.

Yet, when I am distressed at the man you call husband.

All I get is numb green eyes.

A voice of uncertainty.

And cotton filled ears.

LISTEN TO ME! JUST PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN!

I JUST WANT YOU TO LISTEN! WHY CAN’T YOU LISTEN?!

WHY CAN’T YOU SEE MY SOUL I BEAR TO YOU?!

WHY. Why must I suffer alone? I don’t want to be alone.

Not again…why am I alone? Why do I feel so…

Am I doomed to venture in this alone?

Can’t I get help for this pain?

The answers…are yes.

It’s hard. It’s fucking hard to venture into the unknown pain alone.

But I have survived worse.

I WILL TAKE DOWN THIS PAIN.

Go away you cotton eared creature.

Go away broken souled husband.

I want my mother back.

I want my peace back.

For I am….a knight.