on call;

independent, semi-selective MERCY from overwatch. [ voice test ]

[wingcdmedic]

[ my internet (or is it my laptop?? idfk) is being fuckin impossible atm (randomly disconnecting me from battlenet and disconnecting me from the internet in general, among others) and now i can barely see any images on my dash so i’m gonna call it a night before i end up hurling something because i lost something i didn’t have a chance to save ]

[wingcdmedic]

It's not uncommon for her-- the need to seek relief from the stressors of the day with a physical outlet. The problem was, Lena's sense of timing could be completely and utterly terrible. She had just verged upon the edge of release when she heard familiar footsteps in the apartment and froze. Of all the bloody times to come home early- Not that Lena was displeased it was just-- hard to explain to a gawking doctor what she'd been up to and why a certain doctor's name had been on her lips.

Angela had been utterly delighted at the opportunity to leave work early. It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy her work---she does, and some might argue that she enjoys it a little too much---but the thought of surprising Lena at home ( with a bottle of wine and some camembert that she plans to pop into the oven, no less ) displaces any feeling of guilt that she may have had about leaving her subordinates to run the medical wing in her absence.

          The world will continue to spin on without Angela Ziegler for one evening.

She unlocks the door as quietly as possible, intending for her arrival to be a genuine surprise. But the first thing she notices is that the living room is completely silent. Strange---isn’t she home? A wistful pang tugs at her heart; she can’t expect Lena to be home all the time, waiting for her like some... faithful wife. That’s not who they are and that isn’t how she’d ever want them to be. Sighing, she drops her umbrella into the holder and closes the door behind her.

           And that’s when she hears the moans.

Blonde brows furrow with wild confusion as she makes her way towards the source of the sound: the bedroom. Along the way she strains her ears to see if she can hear more than one set of them---but there is none. What is happening? Is she---oh no, is she hurt? Angela quickens her steps.

           What she finds is beyond anything that she might have expected.

“Mein Gott---Lena!” She quickly turns her eyes away---it’s not that the sight of her half-naked and spreadeagled on the bed---their bed---is something that is alien to her ( nor can she deny that she doesn’t like it ) but the shock takes a fair bit to quieten down, as do her nerves.

          “You gave me such a fright, Schatzli.” With a laugh, Angela drops onto the bed beside her and gives her a kiss on the forehead. Oh, she does so look pretty when she’s all hot and bothered like this... Her lips capture her lover’s in a quick and hard kiss while her hand wanders downwards until they find the naughty, wandering fingers of the other.

          “Shall we finish what you started?” She grins breathlessly at her.

[cauchcmar-blog]

                                                                    Lost time is never found again.

[sunnjays-deactivated20250102]

I don't know if I should be annoyed at you or thank you for dragging me down to Speedy Recovery Hell, I'll say thank you and propose....Childhood friends Speedy Recovery, may need some ages changes...but think about it...have a nice day!

[wingcdmedic]

“How hard can you bite with those plastic fangs in your mouth?”

smutty halloween sentence starters

She smiles, lips pulling back just far enough to bare those fake incisors. Their tips brush against her lower lip and even though they’re made of plastic, Angela reckons that they feel sharp enough to hurt.

         “There’s only one way to find out.”

Mischief fuels her steps forwards as her fingers stretch out as if she were a vampire, threatening to bury her imaginary claws into her along with those synthetic fangs. In a dramatic, booming voice, she crows at her---

         “GET READY... FOR THE SWEET EMBRACE OF DEATH.”

And with that she sinks her teeth into her neck as deep as she dares to go, the plastic tips pressing deep into her skin---not sharp enough to draw blood, perhaps, but definitely enough to leave two red miniature circles on her skin; and just before she pulls away, she sneaks in a quick swipe of her tongue over the indentations made by the fangs.

          “Mmmm.” She licks her tongue over her lips, savouring the faint taste of her skin even as she’s pretending to have actually sucked out some of her blood. “Delicious.”

[aoiiryuu-blog]

     the silence is expected. it is nothing new to hang between the doctor && the archer. they had danced with quietude since their arrival to this place, never once attempting to converse MORE than necessary. their actions provided far more than simple words could. 

     but for this inquiry, this wonder that niggled at the back of hanzo’s mind, words were necessary. so he allowed for angela to gather her thoughts, scrounge an explanation that could satisfy him or at least give clarity. something that allowed him to no longer feel as if he was wading through the dark in whatever information gathering he found himself entwined within. 

     a glance to spare, a shift of posture, digits drumming over the limb of his bow. prepared for the approach of danger yet ATTENTIVE to her words. 

     her words give way to pause, brows furrowed as he mulled over the words. took them in with a narrow of sights as he considered it truly. death no longer being the final — the ONLY — path to follow. a spark of life safe from the encompassing blanket of darkness that pursued them all. it disturbed him, because surely there was no such possibility. once one had perished, there was no way to RETRIEVE them from their journey to the spirit world. 

     but the doctor spoke in such an ABSOLUTE tone…

     ❝ i have never considered that. such a world is impossible. a mere dream. no one can escape death && this world is glutton for punishment. one that favors violence despite all odds. ❞

[wingcdmedic]

“Precisely.”

            She comes to a halt in front of a glass door, locked fast by a holographic alphanumerical keypad in a panel to the side. Her heart skips a beat for a moment; would her password still work? Nervous fingers punch in the years-old key and she waits with bated breath.

            A soft, metallic clink tells her that her worry was for naught.

Angela breathes a sigh of relief and makes her way inside: a veritable archive of knowledge and, in a way, the final resting place for many an academic piece. The towers upon towers of servers that lay within fill the room with a gentle hum---tombstones alive with souls. Knowledge just waiting to be pulled up at some later time, improved on, and released into the world.

          “But what if it doesn’t have to be that way anymore?” She casts him a sidelong glance as she moves among the servers, eyes searching for the sole terminal in the room. “If death isn’t the final solution, then surely there will be no need for violence. If I can give us all one less reason to hurt each other, then perhaps evil will finally cease to prevail. Maybe we can finally win---for good.”

          Her voice trails off once she spots the terminal. It appears to be relatively untouched, but she has to make sure that her work is still there before anything else. If Talon had gotten to it before them, then this would all have been for naught.

          “It’s still here.” She grins, but it’s only a temporary reprieve. Now comes the difficult part of the mission: removing it from the database, and thus denying all access to her work and condemning herself to obscurity. Her hand pauses over the button. Is this the right thing to do---depriving the world of further advances that could have been made with the help of her work? That is how science has always worked: it’s knowledge built upon the foundation of older knowledge that had been unearthed by those that had come before them. 

         But the potential for abuse far outweighs those concerns. Talon had come so close tonight to stealing it for their own, and with their resources there is no telling what they might actually use it for. 

               And she has had enough skeletons in her closet as it is.

 >>CONFIRM DELETE? YES / NO.

         She squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment. This is the right thing to do.

>> YES.

         A great weight seems to have been lifted from her shoulders. At least she will be able to finally sleep easy that night.

        “It is done. We should leave now before their reinforcements arrive.”         

[wingcdmedic]

[ now i feel the need to save up for an imp mercy skin just to take caps for halloween icons ]

[demihanzo-deactivated20170417]

support / offense / defense / tank

[nuitveuve-blog]

@wingcdmedic.

When the clock hits twelve, the Devils dance.

Murders have never been absent within the lives of mortal beings, a cruel routine facing for centuries. But as the latest years went by, the number of them kept increasing to ludicrous degree, almost alerting. Of course, no one remained with hands crossed. As the number of mysterious entities kept increasing, the same was bound to occur to hunters as well.

Many had the guts to take the job, few of them the true strength. The lust for fame and wealth, you see, can blind.

One of the few exceptions to this tragic rule would be a French widow, under the alias of The Huntress. Simple one, but you see, Amélie Lacroix’s fame was always engulfed in humbleness and simplicity.

Unless someone had the audacity to question her sniping, abilities of course.

Then again, this would be a ludicrous thing to perform and the line of clients of clients speak volumes. More or less, she was one of the few snipers who were dealing with creatures of great danger.

Speaking of which, her current mission demands her to investigate a place where according to rumors, it is about to suffer the presence of an unknown threat. But alas, apparently she is far too late. The grip upon her faithful companion, the sniper rifle, grows strong each passing second, her crimson eyes fighting to witness the identity of the threat at the far end of the large room. Due to dim light, this task is tough and a bit risky, so she keeps her distance, the very scent of fresh blood filling her nostrils and informing partial failure so far.

‘No sudden movements, little heart stealer. There is already a big mess here already, don’t you think. Now, reveal your visage to me.’

[wingcdmedic]

Like most creatures, she simply couldn’t help herself.

         But then again, she hasn’t always been one.

The memory of Angela Ziegler, the compassionate, intelligent Swiss doctor lingers at the fringes of her mind from time to time, reminding her of whose body she possesses and whose soul is currently trapped deep within, but she is mostly forgotten. Her sweet, youthful body is now a vessel for something much sinister, and oh, how she relishes its svelte vitality, its unassuming appearance that ultimately allows her to lure her victims into their demise. And once blood touches her lips, the human facade melts away to reveal her true nature: curved horns, wings as unholy as a creature of hell, hair black as night, and a wicked tail.

         It is the Imp now that has the attention of the Huntress standing before her.

She lets the live, beating heart drop onto the floor with an unsavory plop and steps out from the shadows. The light of the sole bulb hanging from the ceiling casts a chiaroscuro that obscures half her face but accentuates the curve of her horns. The Imp knows the affect that it has on people, and her lips curl in anticipation.

         “I was wondering when you will finally catch up with me, Huntress.” Her voice is laced with honey even as blood drips from her delicate incisors. She would have liked them to be bigger, but her transformation can only go as far as the doctor’s physiology would allow. Ah yes, she can hear her now... protesting feebly, helplessly, as if the Huntress is her salvation.

        Fool---if she kills me, we both die.

“It’s a pity that you won’t get to live to say that you got the closest.”

[redelicebeta]

Κύριε ἐλέησον

Lord have Mercy.

Overwatch: Mercy 4hrs paint tool sai.

special thanks to @kaleviaz for providing paint tool sai to me again after my laptop crash & reinstall

[kb-volskaya-blog]

[ynartistic]

Wait for it

inspired by this dragon age post with the same lyrics from Hamilton looooong ago (shoutout to verycharismasticdragon for giving me the link!) . Also, i know nothing about Hamilton except for this one song lol.

[wingcdmedic]

[ i’m not dead well i kinda was yesterday and the day before that but still

apologies again for being awol, not only did work sink its teeth good into me but i also fell sick the past 2 days and i’m slowly beginning to feel better today. i’ll be slowly working on those replies!! thanks for your patience ]

[artwithannabelle]

[wingcdmedic]

belledecam:

“I thought you were gone.” “So did I, darlin.”

[wingcdmedic]

whclehog:

     he watches her at first with an amused smirk beneath his mask. he’s determined that she’ll have to pry the mask from his dead body if she really wants to see under it so badly– the tapping makes him  t w i t c h .

     he knocks her hand to the side and stands, towering over her. he takes a few seconds to evaluate her before a thick hand wraps around her throat and he pins her to the wall.

     he won’t snap her neck; she means too much to too many people to kill her just yet, not to mention he’d rather not have all of overwatch on his ass for killing their good doc.

          ❛ ＴＡＫＥ ＩＴ ＯＦＦ, ＤＯＣＴＯＲ. Ｉ ＤＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ. ❜

     his health be damned–if she wanted it off so badly, she could have been more polite.

Teeth digs into her lower lip as she tries her best to rein in her frustration. He knocks her hand away as if he’s a rebellious toddler about to unleash a hell of a tantrum at their mother. She’s not here to babysit him, and she’s about to make that crystal clear with him.

          She never gets the chance to.

The doctor takes a few steps back, alarm rising in her throat in a slow but searing simmer as he rises to his feet. He just about dwarfs her---and she realizes, somewhere in the distant corner of her mind, that this is going to hurt. A protest rises and dies upon her tongue the moment his fingers close around the tender flesh that sits between her shoulders. 

          She gasps as her own hand tug at his frantically. Not like this, not like this. For the first time in a long while, fear sets in. The pressure on her windpipe is overwhelming; her heart races to compensate for the rapidly depleting oxygen levels. Her head begins to spin.

          “What are you trying to prove?” A strange noise, something that sounds like an unholy medley of a choked splutter and a laugh escapes her strangled throat. Her hands have stopped fighting; she knows that she can’t win this---not this way. They come to rest, instead, on his wrist. Not pulling, not clawing, not digging.

          “You’ve been alone for so long---I know.” She’s able to utter a surprising amount of words for someone in a position as precarious as hers. “You’re not used to people... caring.”

          Her breathing is growing shallow. At this rate, she’s almost wheezing. Damn you, Angela---wasting your breath on someone like him.

                Still, she feels like she has to try.

         One of her thumbs brushes against the side of his, not firm enough to be harsh, yet not gentle enough to be a caress. She glares imploringly at those soulless goggles. Her reflection in the dark glass is almost pathetic.

         “I’m just trying to help.”

[wingcdmedic]

taraddud:

   Ana heard the explosions as clear as day on her end, her nest wasn’t too far from the medical center and she peered down the scope of her rifle to try and get a visual on what exactly was happening- where it was happening. She raised her hand to her comm and “Captain Amari to squadron 2, what is your status?” Static sounded through her comm, “Captain Amari to squadron 2, do you copy?” Silence. They were suppose to tell me their status 15 minutes ago, it’s not like them to be late.

  “Bogies coming from the west, be advised, contact in 2 minutes if we can’t keep it under control,” a voice finally came through. Ana sighed in relief if only for a brief moment, “I copy, had me worried there, Lieutenant.”

  She turned to face the west where the unknown enemy was and looked back into the scope. Before she could fire she heard Angela Ziegler’s voice come through the comm. She cursed under her breath for forgetting to report to the doctor, “We should have the situation under control soon, prepare for wounded coming your way.”

Finally. A tense knot that had formed within her chest during the silence of the ensuing static loosens. Although Angela doubts that they have enough manpower to deal with more patients, with Ana’s presence on the site, it’s most likely to be the worst news she’ll get all day.

          “Copy that, Captain.” She pauses for a beat. “Don’t be a stranger, Ana. I enjoy hearing your voice over the comms. At least that way, I know that you’re still out there, watching all our backs.”

          As she speaks, the doctor finds herself wandering outside the tent. The sweltering heat of noon is almost unbearable; she can feel the dampness of her underarms pool beneath her white coat (she had chosen to abandon the Valkyrie suit in favor of something that’s much lighter and less cumbersome). Blonde strands plaster to the back of her neck, across forehead and everywhere. There’s nothing that she longs for more in that moment than a shower (and a cold drink), but her work is not finished as long as her aid is still needed. This is why she had agreed to join Overwatch. This is the difference she'd longed to make.

          “How many are we expecting?”                  

[wingcdmedic]

[ sincerest apologies for the lack of activity!!! i’m on an overwatch kick lately and i’ve been playing non stop until i’m either too tired to do replies or i intend to take a nap then wake up later to write but end up waking up the next morning instead... rip ]