#maxmaker

[griffinthorn]

I’m anxious to talk about my Overwatch kids and art is taking too long, but here are their names:

Jamison Fawkes & Mei-Ling Zhou:

James Fawkes, Athena Fawkes, Queenie Fawkes

Jesse McCree & Hanzo Shimada:

Tatsuo Shimada, Pearl Shimada

Mako Rutledge & Angela Ziegler:

Seraphim Rutledge

Garbriel Reyes & Jack Morrison:

Nicolás Reyes, Josephine Reyes

Lúcio Correia dos Santos & Hana Song:

Rhapsody Correia dos Santos

Siebren de Kuiper & Moira O’Deorain:

Luna de Kuiper

Elizabeth Ashe & Unknown:

Morgan Ashe

Lena Oxton & Emily:

Phoenix Oxton

Maximilien & Amélie Lacroix:

Ophelia Lacroix

Reinhardt Wilhelm & Ana Amari:

Konrad Wilhelm

...and that is just who I have so far.

#overwatch #overwatch oc #overwatch ocs #meihem #mchanzo #mercyhog #reaper76 #bunnyribbit #sigmoira #elizabeth ashe #tracer x emily #maxmaker #anahardt

[more-than-ones-and-zeroes]

@amesyeuxrien​ from here

“Oh?”

His shoulders shift forward as she pulls him by the tie to claim her prize. He laughs and sets his highball next to her glass.

His hand snakes around to rest in the small of her back, the other taking this opportunity to card through her hair and breathe in the perfume she wore. It felt dangerous, up here where anyone could see the two of them, and it excited him. Let them look, but only he could touch.

His drink had sent a pleasant buzz through his circuity and as she pressed herself into him he could register her faint heartbeat, the idea of it enough for him to duck his own head at her neck and kiss at her pulse. Humans were so fragile, each one of these little places guarded by such thin skin, perhaps that is why they found these places so intimate?

He pulled away, pushing her so her back hit the balcony, dangerous again, but so alluring. His hands were placed on either side of her and he leaned in close, almost a whisper.

“Tell me how you see the world, mon araignée. What does it look like through your eyes?”

#;;Caught In A Web (Widowmaker) #;;What's Your Price? (Maximilien) #hueheueheueu #maxmaker

[loverofvillains]

Shippers gonna ship

I got more SigmaxReader content coming! I swear, cross my heart! But I also have a guilty love for MaxMaker (Maximilien and Widowmaker), thanks to a wonderful artist named Dashiana and her amazing art (Really, her MaxMaker art made me fall in love with the pairing!) This was a one-shot that I hope is worthy of some love here on Tumblr! And this one is SFW! More fluff than anything! Also, this pairing...I dove down rabbit holes...to the point of even recounting events Amelie would have gone through, how her psyche changed from the initial conditioning, and further after killing Gerard, and the little clues she may be breaking the conditioning as of late. There are plans for a full fledged fanfiction I may make for them and post to Wattpad sometime, if anyone is interested!  The main idea is her conditioning is breaking, and she has kept it quiet for a while, not wanting to be re-conditioned. But Maximilien can tell, and has had her on some business trips with him, and over time, has become quite fond of her, to the point he neglects to alert Moira about Amelie’s deteriorating conditioning. To the point he knows he feels something for her, especially when she begins to warm up to him. 

                                                  French Nights                                             

Storm clouds rolled across the French skies and thunder rumbled and boomed over the towns and cities. It was a perfect night to spend at home...and Maximilien could not think of any other way to spend it. He'd wrapped his evening up at his casino and headed home, where he had a 'guest' residing for the week. It had been quite the day for them both, and both desired the need to rest and relax. 

Her blue form was curled up to his side as he laid propped up, reading over his tablet. His arm laid around her, cradling her there to his side, his glowing, red eyes soaking in the information displayed on the tablet. Something distracted him from the glowing screen before him. Sensors in his hand felt the woman shivering against him despite the many covers they were under. He looked down, seeing her dark brows twitching. A nightmare...ironic it is a tattoo on her arm, he thought to himself. These nightmares, he was getting used to her calling out his name...but this time, it was different.  "Max..." she uttered softly. Fingers closed in on the shirt he was wearing. Maximilien blinked, his hand rubbing her back gently. "Don't..." " Ma petite chérie," he murmured, giving her a gentle shake. "Wake up...you're having a nightmare." Amelie woke with a start, freezing as her golden eyes snapped open. The heart was beating against her ribs painfully. Only fragments of the nightmare remained in her memory, and each detail was slipping away. All she knew was it was frightening to her. Golden eyes focused on him and his relaxed demeanor. She averted her gaze, closing her eyes as she laid back down with her head on his chest.  " Forgive me...I must drive you absolutely insane with the nightmares as of late," she said.  "It is perfectly fine. I'm not bothered by it at all," he said, pressing a button on the tablet. The screen's lighting went out as it was set on the nightstand. " Are you okay?" Amelie gave a silent nod against his chest, her arm draping over his middle. "I shall be fine long as I am here." Maximilien carefully let his fingers slip through her long locks of dark hair, the sensors in his hand feeling the silk-like quality of it. How soft it was, how heavy it was...and it always had a scent of flowers. "Did I...say anything embarrassing?" she asked, afraid to look at him. Maximilien thought about lying and saying no, that she said nothing. Part of him wanted to keep that moment to himself. For her to call his name out meant their bond was closer...that she truly thought of him. He also wondered if it would scare Amelie off, making her realize her emotions for him and making her think she was wrong for it. " I believe...you said something about wanting eggs with toast and grapfruit in the morning," he jested, wanting her to smile and forget about the nightmare. A faint smile did come to those soft lips when he said that. "Stop teasing, Max..." she said, having found her comfortable spot against him, lying there warm and for once in her life, feeling safe.  Max looked to the wall a moment as his hand continued to idly play with her hair.  " You...did say something," he admitted. "What?" she asked, her eyes opening now to gaze at the closed balcony doors. "...My name," he said, finding he couldn't lie or hide anything from her. As much as his better judgement told him he ought to, it was becoming impossible. Amelie said nothing when he said that. Fragments of the nightmare came back, and all she could remember was being distressed and frantic. "You said...Max. Don't..." he added, and looked to her. "What...was it you did not wish me to do?" That word brought a few details back. Some building, some nameless hallway. Her begging him to not leave and go somewhere, fearing for his well being. Him assuring her he would be fine...and some knowing instinct in her shouting he would not be. No wonder it was a nightmare. "...I...didn't wish you to leave somewhere. I..." she started but the words got stuck in her throat. Even though she was feeling emotions again, vocalizing them, and showing them was still a challenge. Lips closed as she furrowed her brows, and closed her eyes, burying her face against the clothed, metal chest. "...It's okay," he said softly, and pulled her close, his head resting atop of hers. Context clues led Max to believe he knew those next words. That she didn't want him to leave her alone. "I'm here." "You looked busy...forgive me for disturbing you," she murmured, letting him comfort her as she laid with him. " Simple business transaction. The owner is not being very cooperative at the moment, but...I'm sure my next method of 'intense negotiations' will change his mind," he said lying down fully and holding her.  " Did you need to get back to it?" she asked. "No...I can finish the orders I need in the morning. My concern and priority now is you, cherie. I want you to get back to sleep, and get your rest. I'm right here if you need me," he said and held her close, his other hand rubbing her back. Amelie managed a weak smile against his chest, her heart steadying as he held her. It never failed that when she woke, he was right there. It didn't matter if he had business to attend to. He always made sure to wait for her, or wake her if it was urgent to say his good byes. He could be shady and rather devious as a Talon leader, but he was quite the gentleman outside of it.

#maximilien #widowmaker #maxmaker #fluff #one-shot fanfiction #6am and cannot sleep #Gotta keep writing #loveallships

[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.

#maxmaker #maximaker #maximillian #widowmaker #amelie lacroix #phantom manor #overwatch

[rendezvousaveclamort]

@omnic-maximilien answered:

Question starters //open  @rendezvousaveclamort

Maximilien wasn’t ready for his whereabouts to be questioned, and not by the cold blooded killer they kept on site.

“I have been at a meeting.” He answered with a tilt of his head, “Where else would I have been. There aren’t that many places to go when you come to the headquarters, my dear.” He shrugged his suit jacket off, vents frustrated by the heat of the meeting room. It was nice to be able to let his cooling system breathe a little, “As usual it resorted to angry infighting before anything was done.”

He was used to the mess of Talon meetings by now, dripping money into the organisations side projects like an IV line as he kept his reasonings secret. Still Akande often had a brutish way of bringing everything into a settled peace before they were let out to be on their way.

“It was strange to not see you there, Widowmaker. Did you have a mission to tend to?”

“I had things to tend to.”

She pours herself a glass of wine, quiet for a moment while taking in the scent of the fine bottle. It’s delicious, and the sniper is well aware that Max is making sure that she has her ever needed stash of high end wine at her fingertips. Appreciated. Of course Talon would take care of their favorite little weapon. 

“So who exactly got a little upset?”

The sniper finds her way on the plush, massive sofa in his office. He had asked for her to be there, and so she was, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t ask him about his whereabouts. 

“Should I call you in some fuel? You seem... tense, even for an omnic, Monsieur.”

#omnic maximilien #maxmaker

[neopuff]

the maximillien footage coming out combined with my underutilizied love for max/widowmaker...........im gonna have to vid them

#carro rambles #maxmaker #theres a lot of good fanart that made me luv it

[chalkwings-imagines]

Maximilien asks; OPEN!

I’ve been even more thirsty for him since Storm Rising came out so I’d like to try my hand at writing some HC’s and drabbles for him to put myself out there a little more in regards to my writing. Can’t say they’ll be that good but SFW and NSFW asks are welcome! Can either be solely about Maximilien, Max with a S/O or some angsty MaxMaker!

RT’s and boosts are appreciated 💕✨

#Overwatch #MaxMaker #Maximilien #Maximilien x reader #Omnic #Talon

[gencyfan23]

If i have to describe this ship, i will describe it as an Overwatch vesion of Fifty Shade of Grey except blue.

In all seriousness while i ship widowhanzo i do find this ship great and beautiful beside Widowhanzo or WidowReaper.

#maxmaker #widowmax #widowmaker #maximilien overwatch #overwatch #fanart

[asynca]

wait wait what is this widow/ominic ship and is there more of it???

It’s Widowmaker/Maximilien (the rich Talon patron from the comics), and it’s surprisingly good?????

#maximaker #maxmaker #overwatch #Anonymous

[tommysversion]

🤖🕷 Maxmaker (Widowmaker/Maximilien) Aesthetic Board 🕷🤖

#maxmaker #maximaker #Amelie Lacroix #Maximilien #widowmaker #overwatch maximilien #aesthetic #moodboard #overwatch #overwatch aesthetic #rare pair #my edits

[witchy-fanarchived]

“Yeah, I’ve been dancing with the devil

I love that he pretends to care

If I’ll ever get to heaven

When a million dollars gets you there

Oh, all this time that I have wasted

Chasing rabbits down a hole

When I was born to be the tortoise

I was born to walk alone

Forget about it

Forget about it

Forget about it”

~Forget by Marina and the Diamonds

Me getting a new digital artist glove and testing it out by drawing stuff and whatever on sketchbook when this song came on. Then I just wanted to draw a Widowmaker thing with some MaxMaker mixed in 

#widowmaker #amelie lacroix #maxmaker #maximaker #Maximilian #Overwatch

[rendezvousaveclamort]

Max is in a perfect spot right now. He's lying in bed with her, with his queen curled into his side and his fingertips gently brushing the top of her arm. The birds are chirping outside the window and the sun is beginning to rise, coloring the sky in a variety of colors. He's been laying beside her all night as she slept, occupying himself with idle thoughts and the chance to watch her beautiful face. He hasn't moved so he won't disrupt her sleep. He loves her too much to wake her unnecessarily.

That little touch to her arm draws her in closer, snuggling up against the omnic in her sleep, absent to the world, but comfortable and peaceful. There’s mercy in her sleep. Well, most days. 

More often than not, there are nightmares, a plague, a reminder of the woman buried deep inside that perfect wrapper of alabaster skin and deadly accuracy. They haunt her. From deep within those suppressed parts of her mind, Amelie cries out, claws her way to the surface for a few moments here and there, and she leaves the sniper feeling confused and broken whenever it happens. 

But there are no nightmares there now. 

Another shift, and she slowly opens golden eyes to find the familiar and comforting faceplates of her companion through a sleepy little haze.

“Max...”

This is not her bed. It’s his, and for once she doesn’t mind waking up in someone else’s bed. Hell, usually she doesn’t even spend the night. This was different. 

Dinner. A movie. A nice, long bath. And rest. He had brought her the most supple of silk teddies for her to slip into, and the satin sheets, sheets she was certain he did not need, were so refreshing and luxurious that she felt as if she was back home, in her own bed, surrounded by the luxury of her Chateau. 

“You’re still here.”

Her hair is a mess, and she’s sleepy as hell, but there is a softness and gentleness to her that even Maximilien has never seen until now.

#aeqcitas #maxmaker #widowmax #your headquarters for maxmaker rp #hello yes I love them #please continue this thread

[crypticsiren1]

#maxmaker #widowmaker #maximilien #amelie lacroix #amelie guillard #ow #overwatch #overwatch aesthetics

[starsparx]

La Douleur Exquise {n} ~  the exquisite pain of wanting someone that you know you can never have, and knowing that you will still try to be with them  »»————-

#overwatch #widowmaker #amelie lecroix #overwatch maximilien #maxmaker #maximilien #omnic

[gencyfan23]

(Click on it for better quality)

Like my widowhanzo pregnancy head canon were Widowmaker was pregnant with Gerard baby, it’s the same here but Widowmaker was still in Talon and Maximilen decided to look after her and ended up marrying her and the two decided to leave Talon.

Here they are at the Chateau and Max saying goodbye to Widowmaker and the baby itself while doing the “Omnic kiss” which is head to head (I wanted to do something different with my poses) before he goes to work for a week.

#overwatch #widowmaker #maximilien overwatch #maxmaker #pregnancy #widowmax

[thesoupistoohot]

based on this leyendecker painting, and inspired by @dashiana. bless you for this pairing.

#maxmaker #widowmaker #overwatch #eye strain tw #also i just got the odette skin and i love #amelie lacroix #overwatch fanart