“ nooooooo ! ! ! ! the coffee shop..... “ justine’s crumbling. like really, doubling over to slam her fist on the ground. she’s tired of these mf robots ! / @holysick.
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“ nooooooo ! ! ! ! the coffee shop..... “ justine’s crumbling. like really, doubling over to slam her fist on the ground. she’s tired of these mf robots ! / @holysick.
❛ clear the area ! ❜ angela pushes through a thicket of agents, familiar and not-so. the hope of raiding an old talon hide-out was to find some useful information ( somewhat achieved ) but not something like this. angela makes a slow approach, staff in one hand, and other hand prepared to grip for her blaster if it’s needed. ❛ i’m mercy. do you know what year it is ? state your name and purpose. ❜ / @holysick.
[ @aoiiryuu ]
HARMONY. genji’s visor is removed from his face with shaky hands , unable to properly breathe with it on. tears stream down scarred cheeks , torn from the unforgettable night which plagues his mind. he no longer screams like he used to do , but his legs pull in close , hugged by arms only half organic.
he struggles to make sound , instead vibrating silently in the darkness of his MEMORIES.
" wanna see something crazy? " from tracer :D
american honey / not accepting !
@enlumaria
this oughta be good. it has to be good. for all of tracer’s speed, her humor travels much further. besides, angela could use the cheering up. watchpoint gibraltar manages to feel like nothing more than a cage to angela, where she isn’t free to bat her wings. it’s both open and closed. home and prison. she sits up from one of the tiny and lumpy cots, turning her body towards lena with a welcoming smile on her face.
❛ hello, lena. yes, show me ! ❜ she claps her hands together but not before scooting over to make room, should lena wish to venture closer. they are old friends, after all, and people who are burned by slicers’ beams together, stay together.
❛ have you been expecting me long ? ❜ angela starts off with her usual politeness and an apologetic smile, too. her life can be hectic. angela invites herself to take a seat, then fixes her full attention on dixon. / @genuineviolence.
❛ describing your work as unethical would be a kindness. ❜ here stands a grittier angela, an angrier angela, but at large her physical appearance remains the same. if anything, she looks younger. / @enlumaria.
❛ andres, please, ❜ angela hates to beg but sometimes it has to be done. this just happens to be one of those times. she sits across from him, her own knees touching and her chin resting on the hands balled beneath it. ❛ please come back. --- i know being aligned with overwatch really isn’t appealing...i don’t....i don’t even consider myself apart of that anymore. i’m just going back because...i just. i guess i really don’t know. and here i am asking you to come back. ❜ / @enlumaria.