#angelo ziegler

[alwynno]

[tj3star]

idk if ur still taking requests, but 1) ur art is rlly cute and soft and 2) i’d love it if u drew a cute concept!mercy (angelo, i think ppl call him) in mercy’s pink skin. or concept!mercy in any skin of hers u love the most pls and thank you!

For @lenaoxton♡✧( ु•⌄• )

[lowkeyliminal]

@falseprophet and I’s solution to Sigma/Mercy >>> Siebren/Angelo! Traumatized and newly freed brilliant scientist trying to cope and caring young up-and-coming Overwatch medic. We thought it fit without much of the power imbalance, each bringing something good to the table for each other.  

We are still trying to think of a good ship name for them...

[ourcrazym]

AU scribbles #2

This one is to establish Angela’s relations with Angelo and Fareeha. Continues a little after the first AU scribble. A small foray into Angelo’s psyche and his relation with Fareeha too.

Fareeha is there on the front door, barricading the rest of the home. She stands defiantly against Angelo, when she spots him and his folded wings stained with hints, clues of destruction, tucked under his arm. "Who was it this time?" She asks, her voice almost a whisper. the tone manages to waver even then.

"Lacroix." Angelo replies, matching her volume. Fareeha covers her mouth. Angelo takes a step to move inside, but Fareeha moves to intercept. Before Angelo can say anything, Fareeha's open palm makes contact with his cheek. She had enough force to jerk his head to the side. Angelo turns to look back at her solemnly. He watches her eyes water.

"She's working herself down to her bones to keep fixing people, bringing back the people too far gone." Fareeha seethes. "And here you are, marching on and killing people without thinking about it twice."

"What about you, Amari? What about Helix securities? What about the Anubis project?" Angelo replies, in an even whisper. Fareeha falters. "We are both killers."

"But I don't kill because I want to." Fareeha replies instantly. "I kill because I have to. You wouldn't know the difference." 

Angelo walks up and Fareeha can't put up a fight. He moves her just with his presence, as if they both agree whatever attempts Fareeha makes will be futile. She presses herself against the doorframe, her hands against the wooden surface, like she was finding an escape route without taking her eyes off the man.

"Do you have even a sliver of respect for me?" Fareeha asks, her voice is a cocktail of protectiveness, disgust, anger, and most of all, fear. Angelo stops. He retrieves the small canister full of a yellow liquid glowing faintly.

"The Valkyrie nanite strain." Angelo says. He lets Fareeha take the canister from his fingers. She looks at it in awe.

"I thought it was lost." Fareeha says. "During the Switzerland incident."

"Moira had it, but Lacroix bid more. I had to get it from him." He says. Fareeha's expression softens.  

 "This will save her so much work." Fareeha replies. She wants to apologise, but she's already too late, because Angelo has drawn closer. 

"If I see even a little bit of this so called 'care' slip from you, I will kill you. And make a spectacle of it." Angelo says, and he doesn't need to speak anymore than a very small whisper to reach her ears. "I don't know if you truly love her or not, but if I see Overwatch anywhere near her, I will rip you in half." 

Fareeha tries to meld into the wall, but she can't go any further. Angelo retreats and begins walking back out to the pavement. "Give it to her." Is the last thing he says before he walks away.

"You can't force people into a relationship." Fareeha says, loud enough for Angelo to catch it. He walks back to her, and faces her off. She swallows a little. Angelo forms spit in his mouth and then swallows it. 

"Listen closely, Amari. I don't trust you. For all I know, you met Angela to get her back to Overwatch because how fucking convenient it is for you to just show up where Angela is on a mission." Angelo seethes this time.  "At this point, I don't know what you really are trying to achieve, maybe its actually a relationship, or maybe you're there to fuck." He says, and Fareeha's face contorts in disgust at the allegation. "I don't see a fault with companionship or sex, but I will never stop seeing you as someone from Overwatch, trying to get her back on the team. Get her back to the place that broke her."

"I can be trusted." Fareeha grits between her teeth, tears flowing down her cheeks, but still refusing to back down.

"Your own mother didn't trust you with the information that she was alive." Angelo replies. "Imagine being a daughter so pathetic that your mother has to explain herself to her own daughter. That she has to explain that she lived. That she had to write a fucking letter to tell you."

Fareeha's face continues to contort, resembling crying in earnest at this point. Angelo never was one for not crossing lines to get his point across. Fareeha wipes her tears away, but her crying doesn’t last.

"So I will say this again." Angelo growls, and almost grabs her by the chin, but stops himself before his hand can clamp around Fareeha’s jaw. An audible whimper escapes her when Angelo does this. He regains his composure and retreats from her personal space. Fareeha shrinks a little into the wall, recoiling from the touch that never came. "She's not a mission." he says, voice back in control. He decides its enough, and leaves her on the stairs, walking off into the night.

[pinguinmitbrille]

My Concept!Mercy Witch illustration from February, seen earlier on my Patreon! 

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[7clubs]

god i love angelu. Have some cats 

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[glindolin]

Angelo Ziegler~👼🏾

[caramujotan]

(griffin mcelroy voice) sweet baby brother