#wingedangela

[unethicallybrilliant-a]

@wingedangela // continued from here // Umbrella Academy AU

She was right. They HAD changed. Each and every one of them had morphed and molded into different people, shaped by the FORKED PATHS they took after leaving the academy, no two the same. My, how they’ve grown since those days, running around like they were INVINCIBLE, infamous from the bombardment of media coverage. How they ever managed to keep their little secret was a mystery now, years of memories blurred.

“If you don’t know what I’ve become, then how do you know you don’t like it?” she retorts, eyes challenging the blonde as she calmly steps closer. She knows no act of persuasion will sway her opinion, not yet at least. Maybe eventually she can make her understand, make her realize that what she has become might not be so BAD after all.

the red-head takes a deep breath, mismatched eyes leering toward the standoffish blonde, “People are always changing, Angela, always evolving, growing. It is not my fault that you're disappointed at how I’ve bloomed.” 

[dxadeye-blog]

@wingedangela

“Wasnt arguin’. Just ....thinkin out loud.” Because if he didnt convince himself he was doing at least a little good then what the hell was he still living for?

[lionhardtd]

Why rein? Why the eldest character?

I could write BOOKS on why I chose Rein, but I’ll try to keep this brief-ish.

When Overwatch first came out, I wasn’t that enthused by it, honestly. I was never into games like that, at the time I was mostly cruising through Zelda games and non-multiplayer games. But then I saw Rein.

And something just clicked.

Reinhardt is most definitely a loud, cocky, boisterous character. As you can see from his short, he was quite reckless as a Crusader. But after Eichenwalde, we see him change and evolve to what he is now.

I main Reinhardt, even if I don’t play him always, he’s the one character I have complete confidence in playing as. He was the first character I picked up when I started Overwatch. So I got a feel for his personality, from his voice lines and interactions with the other characters.

And he’s just.. He’s so happy to be alive. Sure, he has depression and has he downs like anyone else, but after all he’s seen, he still keeps a kind heart. And that’s SUCH a rare thing to see, especially with male characters.

Usually they’re gruff and moody and just all fuck you, and don’t get me wrong, that’s a valid potrayal and I love it. But Rein is a good example that men don’t have to be gruff and such to get shit done. He has a tender heart, and is just so polite. He can kick ass when need be, but just. He’s a gentle giant, and I just adore that.

I kinda rambled off and I hope this makes sense I’m sorry lol

[unethicallybrilliant-a]

@wingedangela // closed plotted starter

Time had been growing short before the mission, days passing by quicker than usual as they prepare for their pressured endeavor. Blackwatch had their orders, to apprehend Antonio, and to do it QUIETLY. Moira, on the other hand, had her own plans.

She had been conspiring with Talon for some time now, in secret of course, and normally putting on an ACT wouldn't have been a problem. Except this time it was, because she wasn't just HER anymore, she was them. She had been spending too much time with Angela, getting too close to her, too INTIMATE. And now she was to BETRAY Overwatch, thus betraying the woman she'd grown to respect, a woman she'd grown to maybe even LOVE.

It would be easier to break it off before she finds out. But she can't seem to do it. She can't look into the angel's soft, blue eyes and tell her she didn't want her because she did. But she's made OBLIGATIONS she can not break. Promises, contracts. This was her bed, and now she must lie in it, no matter how uncomfortable it was.

Moira was nestled in the corner of her couch, curled up with a pile of books on the floor next to her and one in her lap, a steaming mug of black coffee in her grasp. She hears the rush of running water from the bathroom sink, yanking her attention from the words on the page to the blonde emerging from the hallway. "Sleep well?" She asks, returning her stare to the book on her lap as Angela grabs her own cup of caffeine.

[unethicallybrilliant-a]

[umbrella academy au] ‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

“Family?” She scoffs, brows pinching together, “Family doesn’t do the things we used to, Angela. Despite growing up together, we were never family.” The others? They were her brothers and sisters, but the relationship between her and Angela was anything but FAMILIAL. They went along with the facade, pretending to have warm, sisterly love for one another, but none of it was real. At least not to Moira.

[arsonistanarchist]

I’ve got you

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body

“Hey, uh, doc?” 

Jamison was leaning against the now open doorway to the medical bay, his skin a sickly pale beneath layers of soot and a clammy sheen of sweat making him sticky. His left palm was pressed over a wound at his side, rivers of blood contrasting his pallor with a vibrant red streaking down his shaking form. Behind him, a trail of splattered blood followed.

“Y’got a minute?”

[strikecdr-a]

"You're a good man, Jack."

@wingedangela 

It was all too common now, for Jack to hear someone voice suchsentiments towards him–           their words of assurance settlingstrangely in the pit    of the Strike Commander's   chest as of late.Years ago he would have been thrilled to hear such affirmations,to know that the collective assessment  of his nature was GOOD;in all sense of the word. BUT… with the mess of scandals alreadybeginning to chip away at    the foundation of the organization hehad always considered himself    proudly a part of there were still publicly lingering questions.

Whose lapse in judgment       resulted in a      pathway to theseatrocities;    as more and more information regarding the acts oftheir black ops division leaked   to the media following the Veniceincident?      Who turned a blind eye to what could otherwise beseen as direct violations of     the Charter of the United Nations,the very       intergovernmental organization      who had foundedO.verwatch in the first place?    WHO had allowed such things togo on in secret for years?    Publicly, all the signs pointed to HIM.Internally, however,      it was proving to be far more complicatedthan Jack had imagined.

❝ …Glad to hear you still think so, Angela. ❞

He mustered an attempt at a smile;  a single corner of his mouthlifting into something altogether lopsided.

❝ I only hope that the fallout from all this won’t affect your career   when you decide it’s time to move on. ❞

And this admittance of his could be applied to ALL of the variousdoctors, engineers, and scientists   that were under O.verwatch’semployment. Everything ran so much farther than just the militaryside of the organization, after all,      and there was the worry that,soon, everything that had happened,         would happen, wouldleave a stain on the reputation of   even the most guiltless agents.

[dragxnfall]

Kiss meme

Send 💋 for my muse to kiss yours

it’s not often he gets her all to himself - with her juggling cumbersome amounts of files, working on her tech, patching up patients…she sleeps even less than he and he requires practically little to none. it doesn’t help he’s often sent away as well, be it scouting or sparring. in the very least, he gets quite a bit of maintenance done by his preferred company. granted, in this moment he doesn’t quite have all of her, not just yet. 

his perch on the edge of her desk beside where she’s pouring over paperwork is where he’s been for the majority of the silent night, patiently waiting his turn for her attention as he holds a mug of her infamous coffee between his recently texture modified hands. he can feel the heat of it between his carbon fiber netted fingertips. he’s in complete awe; to finally remember what sensation was after having been robbed of it for a very long time, he feels human again. well, the closest he’s been since the incident. nonetheless, he is very content with his modifications. 

in his waiting time he had tried to be subtle while sating his curious urge to satisfy his newfound tactile yearnings, fingers driving down the cool steel of his shins, tips circling the rim of the warm mug and he’s delighted: he can even feel the humidity rising and collecting on his palm from the drink. as much as he tries to contain himself, frankly, he can’t. his admiration and affections for the swiss doctor get the better of him because in the end, he is still too impatient when he craves touch.

the beverage aside as he gets to his feet, usually cool hands warmed by heated porcelain reach for angela from behind once he crosses the small space of her office. sinewy arms wrap around her slender waist as his exposed face nuzzles against the side of her head, deeply inhaling the gentle aroma of her shampoo. his lips press against her temple, her cheek, and lastly, the corner of her lip in an effort to engage her to meet him fully. “thank you. these enhancements are wonderful.” he praises, thumb rubbing gently over the sliver of skin he finds between cotton and denim, reveling in the feel of her now that he can appreciate more than just the weight and solidness of her body. “do you think you can help me explore them more?”