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augh ok sorry guys i’ve been really struggling to find my muse and junk and normally I will push myself but i’m trying to practice the whole thought of “this is supposed to be fun, not work” so… trying not to stress it.
♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing?
►Useless Details]]
♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them?
Hmmm, yes and no. Mostly no. But not for lack of being wounded. More quick actions taken to prevent scarring. Angela does hold to some vanity on top of simply taking care of herself. It’s reassuring to see herself still pristine and whole. No reminders of being hurt, nothing to make her concerned for further incidents. But beneath the skin, yes, and of course plenty of mental scars she’s not only endured but inflicted upon herself.
♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing?
Probably the Valkyrie suit, tbh. It’s not quite a piece of clothing, but an outfit that inspires, that has purpose. Other than that, there may be certain things that hold memories to her. A simple black dress worn to a celebration in Overwatch’s glory days, or perhaps a pale frayed scarf worn taking a tour around Nepal with Genji. Things in her closet that she would look fondly to, but never really realize.
Useless Details Ask Meme II
Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)
Getting closer:
× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day? ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?
Exploring their body:
♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?
Open your closet:
⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?
Four Against Two? That’s Not Fair... For Them [closed rp]
Fareeha took the small sphere and turned it around in her hand, looking at it carefully. “This is a good design…” she said. “It’s new?” she asked, raising a brow at the woman as she experimented with the release mechanism. She didn’t activate it yet, she just wanted to be sure she knew how it worked when she would need it.
Putting the ball aside, she straightened up again to allow Angela to tend to her face. “You could leave it a little crooked if you like. I hear the ladies like that,” she said with a smirk, avoiding eye contact without making it look like she was avoiding eye contact.
“Pain, I can handle, doc…” she said with a smile. “ Just do what you’re gonna do. I promise, I’m not that fragile.”
“Mmhm,” she hummed in response, offering a small nod. One of her newer creations, yes. Still, not what she was going for, but it was something. It would work for outpatient procedures in the very least, not quite what she was hoping for field work though.
At her comment on leaving it crooked she chuckled a little and tsked her tongue. She was not one to leave an imperfection, but the comment was at least amusing to her. “There are plenty of things to be liked about you, I doubt you need a crooked nose.”
With the area what she deemed sufficiently clean she steadied Fareeha’s head with her hands on either side of her face for a short moment. Biting her lip she prompted her to hold a bit of cloth beneath her nose to catch whatever blood might surge when she did this next part. “Be very careful to hold still,” this was never pleasant to do - she had done far worse things to correct injuries and wounds, but it was certainly difficult to watch someone who was conscious endure this.
She placed her thumbs gently at either side of the bridge of her nose, careful not to apply pressure too soon, then gave a very soft countdown, “Eins ... zwei ...” she straightened her back a little and pressed her fingers into the break as she breathed the the final count, “...drei.” She forced the bone back into place as well as she could.
Often times it would take multiple attempts to set a broken nose but she Fareeha’s didn’t seem so busted that it would take too much extra work.
Taking a Load Off [closed rp]
Lena nodded and smiling, subconsciously shaking herself of the anxiety that had built up. She felt better, hearing Angela say that. “Alrigh’… Guess we can start tomorrow then, yeah? Or did ya’ want to schedule somethin’ a bit later… I don’ wanna be a bother if ya’ have other stuff goin’.” She smiled faintly.
She wrapped her fingers around her mug and lifted it to her lips, sipping her tea more for something to do than a desire to drink it. Unfortunately the calming liquid that usually helped so much was doing nothing for her nerves.
“Wha’ do you ‘ave going, by the way, if ya’ don’ mind my askin’…” She was just trying to fill the silence, keep them talking. She was a nervous chatterer. Everyone knew it. She didn’t even care that she was transparent. “Jus’ the research tha’ you been workin’ on since tha’ las’ mission?”
"Tomorrow is fine,” she confirmed with a cheery smile and nod. She was always busy, which anyone who breezed past her knew, but she would always find a way to make time for them - for her friends. Her family. That’s who she was doing all this for after all.
So she could squeeze time in with Lena whenever the young woman needed it.
She considered Lena’s question for a moment as she sipped idly at her tea. It was a bit... much to explain. Not that Lena herself wasn’t bright and brilliant, but definitely... different fields of study. She wasn’t sure how she might delve into detail without it being far too complex and technical. But she didn’t mind the conversation. It could ease them both.
“More of that, yes. More micromanaging than then, but similar concepts. I’m trying to draft prototypes for field testing but it’s... been a little trying. I need to develop a way that... I can monitor our agents out in the field, some way that... I can be everywhere at once.” She took a long sip, debating going into more detail.
“It’s mostly just theory at this point. There are plenty of portable devices already out there, but I need something... more. Something more potent, more effective. And something that I can monitor from wherever I might be. It’s been... a process.” she chuckled a little sheepishly.
Currently, with Overwatch agents spread out, and even some operating on their own, she... she needed some way to be everywhere at once. She would find a way.
Last Call and Lost Shots [closed rp]
Amélie huffed softly and smiled, letting Angela go and flopping back down on the bed. “Always such a caretaker. So tightly wound.” She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you ever have any fun, Angie?”
She rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. “It is no wonder I was never able to get you in bed,” she hummed. “You don’t cut loose enough. Let your guard down.” She smirked, watching the woman to see her reaction.
“You know that Gérard and I have a deal, yes? We are very… open…” Her lips twitched up and her eyes roamed the doctor’s body. “What do you say, Angie? Instead of sobering me up, why don’t you take something for yourself for a change.”
She didn’t say anything at her initial complaints. She had plenty of fun, but what she thought was fun seemed to vastly differ from what everyone else did. She was caught off guard at the next thing Amélie said, pausing in her steps, brows raised.
Her back straightened and she only offered the other woman a sideways glance. That must be some sort of.. drunken joke, yes? Amélie had always been kind to her, a lovely woman with a good life ahead of her - at least that was how she’d always thought of her. Things certainly did not turn out that way, did they? But that... uh... very direct proposition - it did not seem like something Amélie would have joked about, but... it also didn’t seem like something she could possibly mean.
Of course, she then continued and got into more detail and her eyes widened a little bit. Well, that was... very... unexpected. And as beautiful a woman as she was... this wasn’t even the same person she’d known what felt like so many years ago... She’d been a happily married woman - even if this so called deal was true - of course she’d never really... thought of her in such a way.
But of course the biggest thing was that this was Widowmaker. Agent of Talon. Part of a team that threatened what good was left in this world.
“Amélie...” she started softly, her stance was tense but her expression soft. “I am flattered, truly.... But you are... you are very drunk. I think it would be best for you to just get some rest for the night.”
Well, that was surely something. She couldn’t say she’d ever had someone be quite so blunt with her like that, but the whole situation was a mess.
The rare and elusive “Angela” quote Genji says when Mercy gets hurt.
OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDD IM GONNA DIE ITS SO CUTE PLEASE HELP ME
I WILL NEVER STOP REBLOGGING
Mercy
when ur teammate is on critical health and they start running off somewhere
i get so caught up in protecting the people i love that i forget to protect myself.
when you’re playing mercy and someone does the little thank you emote after you heal them
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ps i’m like really dying for some young bad boy mccree trying to befriend a very work-oriented angela and it being awkward
👂 <3
Yaaaaay I’m very glad. I don’t find much purpose in writing in an accent, if you know, I can just describe it, or everyone is likely familiar with the characters speaking voice. But the characters in Overwatch have very distinct accents, so I just hope it still comes across in my wording. ;w; I’m glad you think so. ♥
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Four Against Two? That’s Not Fair... For Them [closed rp]
Fareeha smiled and nodded. “I always take care,” she said. Sighing, she groaned softly as they walked, unable to keep the sound back, though she did manage to stifle it somewhat. “But for the record, I have complete faith in your ability to undo whatever damage may be done,” she added with a grin. That said, she too quieted as they walked through the now quiet streets.
When they finally made it to the lab, Fareeha stood by the door while Angela unlocked it and once inside, she sat down on one of the stools that was provided, keeping her posture stiff and straight so as to decrease the amount of additional injury to herself.
“So how long do you think before I’m back good as new?” she asked. “And do you think my nose will be crooked forever now?” She smiled and laughed faintly.
She had smiled at Fareeha’s response, though there was a hint of a pout to it. She was glad she had faith in her abilities, but Angela would much prefer her friends did not have to endure any damage at all. Of course she knew well enough that them avoiding any damage at all was just not in the near future. They were all always fighting.
All she could do was see they kept doing so efficiently.
Once inside she quickly moved throughout the room to gather up whatever she might need. She chuckled at Fareeha’s question and smiled towards her, “This is nothing, you’ll be back in shape in no time. And no,” she shook her head, a few long blond strands falling loosely in her face, “Your nose will not be crooked forever. It may be a little painful for me to set, but at first glance it does not appear to be terribly displaced. It should heal up fine.”
Her lab here was not quite what her lab had been like at Swiss HQ, things were a little bit messy, a little more of a lived in look. But she had what she needed, so it mattered little to her.
“All right this,” she handed a small spherical object to Fareeha, “Is for any pain - it’s a temporary fix, but works a little like my staff, if you recall. Sort of a... mini edition, if you will. I’ve been working on it for a short while and have not been able to quite integrate it in the way I would like, but it should be useful to you now. There is a small release on the top that acts similarly to my healing stream.”
She realizes now she’s... talked an awful lot about it and chuckled a bit embarrassed. “But that’s not important. Just use it if you feel any pain.”
That out of the way she grabbed a stool of her own, adjusted it higher so she could get a better look at what she was working with, and very carefully began to clear some of the blood away with a lightly dampened cotton ball.
“Everything seems fairly superficial, so beyond whatever pain you endured when taking the hits and the pain of maneuvering here, you should be mostly pain free after you get some rest this evening, if things work out well.”
Taking a Load Off [closed rp]
“Well if it’s time ya’ need,” Lena joked, knocking on her chronal accelerator. Her grin faded slightly after only a moment and she sighed. “Bu’ yeah, I get it…” She nodded and ran a hand through her hair. “Still, you should get more rest, luv… We all worry ‘bou’ you… An’ you’re the one keepin’ us safe out there. “You should be at the top o’ your game…”
Lena sighed and shifted in her seat. “Bu’… I guess I understan’ why you gotta keep workin’ all the time…” She traced slender fingers around the rim of her mug. “Busy minds ‘ave less time to dwell on… things…” She bit her lip. “I think… I think I will star’ that talkin’ thing, Ange’, but…” She swallowed tightly. “You gotta promise not ta’ treat me different, yeah?” She looked up at the doctor. “Even once I star’ tellin’ you…”
She smiled gently as Lena gestured to her... well, her. Perhaps she should have been more thoughtful with her words. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what she had gone through - her abilities were quite magnificent, but what she had to endure for them... she would not wish upon her enemies.
“I promise mein lieb, I am held together by strong stuff than would appear. I know I can not stop you from worrying, but I do rest when I can.”
She listened with a soft but warm smile that hid that small pang of dread that struck her at Lena’s next comment. Yes, it... was much easier to get through the day when you had things to keep focused on. It wasn’t even a conscious habit of hers to try and bury invasive thoughts, but it was certainly an invisible driving factor in her pursuits.
That didn’t matter though, and she didn’t even flinch, she simply nodded and reached a hand over to place reassuringly over Lena’s.
“You can tell me whatever you need to, Lena. Treating things like this may not be my specialty, but I am always here for you, even if it’s not something I have an easy fix for.”
