Angela Ziegler

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BOOP

And that’s how Moira lost a finger

Second one: http://artkitt-creations.tumblr.com/post/175955767546/what-dis-a-boop-from-a-different-angle-i-felt

zeearts

so the gency discord is being taken over by @l-avieja ‘s vampire AU and honestly tbh i am all for it

#[ OOC; No More Salvation ]

It is 4:30 am and I’ve been shyly looking at a few OW rp blogs. If by any chance, anyone I have recently followed sees this:

1: I do not expect a follow back! I just enjoy your writing and how you portray your character! If you would like me to unfollow then please let me know. I won't take offence to it!

2: I promise you, I have read your rules. And on the off chance that you do follow me? I’ll read them again. And again.

3: If I do so have the honor of a follow back and you’re interested in an interaction, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. I’m incredibly shy as of right now being that I haven’t been active in this community in three years, and I don’t want to just throw myself at people and beg for interactions. With that being said, I do appreciate you taking the time to read this and hope you have a fantastic day.

pinglol05

ohnoafterlaughs

Re-edit: “Lab Lunch Time!”

danjiddg

The request for people who give me comic review. OW-Mercymaker for 13Friday

TBC…

ib-gomes

ahh It’s so good to finally feel like doing some art for myself again. <3

You can find this and many others of my illustrations as prints in my society6!

paw-leena

Biker Mercy commissioned by @kellalafaire uwu

Dr. Ziegler!!

I’m always seeing her as a very tired hard-working person, so i wanted to picture that vibe. also yummy hair?? anyone?

#overwatch rp #overwatch roleplay

I doubt anyone I used to interact with is here, as it has been about 2 to 3 years since I’ve last been on this account. However, I do miss the overwatch community and I am eager to get back into the swing of things. If you see this and are willing to write with me then don’t hesitate to reach out.

I look forward to being your guardian angel <3

rpmemestbh

Overwatch Starters

As requested by anon ♥

❝I have your back.❞

❝The pain is coming.❞

❝I feel alive!❞

❝Only here do I not feel outcast.❞

❝Death comes for all.❞

❝Try me!❞

❝Strength does not come from physical ability, it comes from an indomitable will.❞

❝I am at peace with who I was.❞

❝Oh, this is my jam!❞

❝You will never amount to anything!❞

❝With every death, comes honor. With honor, redemption.❞

❝I will not waste this chance.❞

❝This fight is not over yet.❞

❝Take your medicine.❞

❝Never accept the world as it appears to be, dare to see it for what it could be.❞

❝You look ridiculous.❞

❝What are you looking at?❞

❝Get through this.❞

❝It’s a perfect day for some mayhem.❞

❝That was your dream. Not mine.❞

❝I’ll just…leave this here.❞

❝I’m on fire!❞

❝So this is what has become of you? A pity.❞

❝Walk it off.❞

❝This is my home now.❞

❝Time’s up.❞

❝Come on, keep your head up.❞

❝Feels like I’m falling apart…❞

❝This place is a bit posh for me.❞

❝You’re going to be okay.❞

❝I’m gonna have to shoot you down.❞

#open roleplay #overwatch rp

@arbmosx

For making me scared of everything.

For unnecessarily overthinking what I'm thinking Every time I think about something that I don't wanna think about.

Sometimes people who suffer from anxiety enjoy a routine. They wake up in the morning at the same hour, put on the same uniform for work, arrive a half hour early just to get some personal things done, then do the same job they’ve been trained to do for a number of hours before going home to relax and repeat the process the next day. Within the few years of being with Sombra, Angela had fallen into a new routine that she had now grown comfortable with. The blonde typically woke up first and would brew a pot of coffee while her lover slept in. Sometimes they had the liberty of speaking to each other before Angela had to leave for work. Other times she would leave love notes by the coffee machine saying that she’ll see the other woman later that night.

The nights were easy and something she looked forward to. They’d enjoy each other’s company and do whatever domestic things cheesy couples do at that age. It was a nice change compared to the lonely life Angela had lived before she had gotten to know Sombra.

But all of that was taken away.

The first few days after Sombra had left were hard. After all these years together Angela had grown so used to the company the other woman provided. It was the little things like realizing she didn’t have to make two cups of coffee in the morning that hurt the most. But Angela had to deal with the reality of their situation.

Sombra was on the run and there wasn’t anything Angela could do to change that.

Her comfortable routine was changing and she didn’t like it. At first she would constantly look at her phone expecting a text from the hacker, but she soon learned that she shouldn’t bother wasting those precious seconds for a message that most likely wouldn’t come.

The weeks after that were still hard, but Angela was starting to adapt. The house was quiet and sure, she missed having a warm body next to her in bed, but it was becoming manageable. Work was a successful distraction most of the time. It was only when Angela was left alone with nothing to do that her mind would start to wander and think about the things that could’ve gone wrong.

She’s smart enough to not let those thoughts entirely consume her though.

She’s learned from past mistakes after all.

It’s not until weeks of radio silence turned to months that things really started going south for her. There were a few text messages from her lover, but they were a rare occurrence. Most of them would mean nonsense to the general eye, but that’s because they were in code. ‘The stars look beautiful tonight. I hope you got to see them too’. It was one of their ways of saying ‘I hope you’re safe and doing well.’ The replies would follow the same pattern. Sometimes the messages would be more explicit and flat out say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you.’ But most of the time? Most of the time there weren’t any messages.

And that’s what ate away at Angela’s anxiety. It’s the times where she asks about the stars and she doesn’t get a reply for days- sometimes even weeks. Was Sombra okay? Was she being held hostage somewhere? Was she being tortured beyond physical recognition? What kind of trouble did she get herself into this time? Was this something she would be able to get herself out of?

Or did she bite off more than she could chew?

It’s not like Angela shouldn’t expect this kind of situation to happen once in a while. She is in a relationship with arguably the best hacker in the world, and hackers are known for doing shady things. She can’t expect Sombra to be here 24/7. Had this happened a few years ago, maybe Angela wouldn’t have been so willing to stick around. Perhaps she would’ve found a new person to obsess over. Or maybe she would have just buried her nose in more work files. But times have changed and she’s become more easy going. She also wasn’t getting any younger and the number of bachelors / bachelorettes were dwindling.

I guess you can say she has settled down for good.

There wasn’t anything special about tonight. On this quiet summer evening the Swiss woman was standing on the balcony outside of her room with a warm cup of tea in her hands. Dull eyes glance up at the stars and for a moment she wonders if Sombra could see them as well. Did she think of Angela when she saw them? Or were they just a distraction to her while she was on the run? For a brief moment Angela is tempted to send a text message to her lover. ‘You know what they say. Follow the stars and they’ll lead you back home.’ But she decides against it.

This is the longest time she’s gone without a response from her partner, and there was a big chance she still wouldn’t get one despite sending a new message.

It’s not like there are multiple unanswered messages asking about the stars sitting there collecting dust anyways. They’ll be answered one day or another. And if they don’t? Well, consider Angela lucky for adjusting to her new routine of being alone.

A soft sigh leaves the woman’s lips as she glances into the dark cup of tea she was holding. She’s barely touched touched it. It was supposed to help ease her mind before she went to bed, but instead she was just craving the warmth it gave off since she didn’t have anyone here to fill that spot.

Soon.

I’ll get a response soon.

But it’s getting late and Angela wasn’t looking to wake up feeling even more tired than when she went to bed. So she takes the cup of tea back inside and makes her way to the kitchen to get rid of the drink. There was only one thing left to do, and that was to prepare the coffee machine so it would be ready with the press of a button in the morning.

And she’s sure to just leave one empty mug right next to the machine.

There’s no one around to share it with anyways.

Waking up early just to follow Angela around during a boring day at work? As long as Sombra was willing to do that then Angela would be okay with it. If the other woman was starting to get tired surely it wouldn’t be an issue if Angie took a half day instead. Besides, the other woman was right. All her medical equipment was in her office. Not that she didn’t have about half the things she needed in her house for emergencies, but that just meant she had more access to tools she could use for a more detailed examination. “Okay. Yeah, that works. But if you’re not awake and out of bed by the time I’m ready to head out the door then I’m requesting a sick day.” She was serious too. There was no smile or teasing tone in her voice. There was absolutely no way Angela was going to leave Sombra alone on her first day back home. It was simply unacceptable. And to be completely honest? It might be worth it. She could take a few days off for ‘rest’ and just spend countless hours making up for lost time.

But that was something the medic could worry about tomorrow.

She had other things distract her usually frantic mind right now.

Like the tension that was already building between them. It’s been years since they had gotten together and yet the longing look in Sombra’s eyes still made Angela’s heart race. The kiss is a simple one too, but like always it made the angel crave more. If you told her ten years ago that she would depend on the love and affection of another human being she would have laughed in your face. In her line of work there was no time for love. Hell, she once considered it to be a distraction. Why take the time to care for someone else when you could be using that time to make more scientific breakthroughs and potentially save more lives?

And then Sombra came along. Sure, their relationship was rocky at first. It was full of sarcasm and bad habits, but she helped Angela realize her ignorance when it came to love. She was a firm believer that ‘falling in love upon first sight’ did not exist. It was merely an emotion that one could turn on and off like a flick of a switch. Perhaps it was a bit rude to see it that way, but to Angela love was a choice. And she chose the love Sombra.

Through that love, Angela was willing and ready to always make time for the other woman. (With it came patience and forgiveness too, but those were topics for another time).

The blonde closes her eyes and remains silent when Sombra suggest they head to bed. No. It wasn’t fair for her to return only to have their time cut short because Angela has work. She was a simple woman who didn’t ask for much in life, but perhaps tonight she could be greedy and just spend another hour or two awake and enjoying the other woman’s presence.

On the other hand maybe it wasn’t fair for her to feed into her greed though. She did have to consider that Sombra might have plans of her own. Maybe a hot shower was on her list, or just the desire to sleep in her own bed again. “That might be for the best.” She finally mumbles with a slight pout forming on her lips. “Are you coming as well, or do you plan on staying up?” A small gesture is made to the backpack that the other woman had with her. Maybe those unknown plans included unpacking whatever it is she had with her. Whatever they might be, if they even existed, Angela would be okay with it. She knows that she will most likely be waking up to the same beautiful face she’s missed for so long, and that would be well worth the wait.

#[ arbmosx ]#[ XV ]

@arbmosx

For making me scared of everything.

For unnecessarily overthinking what I'm thinking Every time I think about something that I don't wanna think about.

Sometimes people who suffer from anxiety enjoy a routine. They wake up in the morning at the same hour, put on the same uniform for work, arrive a half hour early just to get some personal things done, then do the same job they’ve been trained to do for a number of hours before going home to relax and repeat the process the next day. Within the few years of being with Sombra, Angela had fallen into a new routine that she had now grown comfortable with. The blonde typically woke up first and would brew a pot of coffee while her lover slept in. Sometimes they had the liberty of speaking to each other before Angela had to leave for work. Other times she would leave love notes by the coffee machine saying that she’ll see the other woman later that night.

The nights were easy and something she looked forward to. They’d enjoy each other’s company and do whatever domestic things cheesy couples do at that age. It was a nice change compared to the lonely life Angela had lived before she had gotten to know Sombra.

But all of that was taken away.

The first few days after Sombra had left were hard. After all these years together Angela had grown so used to the company the other woman provided. It was the little things like realizing she didn’t have to make two cups of coffee in the morning that hurt the most. But Angela had to deal with the reality of their situation.

Sombra was on the run and there wasn’t anything Angela could do to change that.

Her comfortable routine was changing and she didn’t like it. At first she would constantly look at her phone expecting a text from the hacker, but she soon learned that she shouldn’t bother wasting those precious seconds for a message that most likely wouldn’t come.

The weeks after that were still hard, but Angela was starting to adapt. The house was quiet and sure, she missed having a warm body next to her in bed, but it was becoming manageable. Work was a successful distraction most of the time. It was only when Angela was left alone with nothing to do that her mind would start to wander and think about the things that could’ve gone wrong.

She’s smart enough to not let those thoughts entirely consume her though.

She’s learned from past mistakes after all.

It’s not until weeks of radio silence turned to months that things really started going south for her. There were a few text messages from her lover, but they were a rare occurrence. Most of them would mean nonsense to the general eye, but that’s because they were in code. ‘The stars look beautiful tonight. I hope you got to see them too’. It was one of their ways of saying ‘I hope you’re safe and doing well.’ The replies would follow the same pattern. Sometimes the messages would be more explicit and flat out say ‘I love you’ or ‘I miss you.’ But most of the time? Most of the time there weren’t any messages.

And that’s what ate away at Angela’s anxiety. It’s the times where she asks about the stars and she doesn’t get a reply for days- sometimes even weeks. Was Sombra okay? Was she being held hostage somewhere? Was she being tortured beyond physical recognition? What kind of trouble did she get herself into this time? Was this something she would be able to get herself out of?

Or did she bite off more than she could chew?

It’s not like Angela shouldn’t expect this kind of situation to happen once in a while. She is in a relationship with arguably the best hacker in the world, and hackers are known for doing shady things. She can’t expect Sombra to be here 24/7. Had this happened a few years ago, maybe Angela wouldn’t have been so willing to stick around. Perhaps she would’ve found a new person to obsess over. Or maybe she would have just buried her nose in more work files. But times have changed and she’s become more easy going. She also wasn’t getting any younger and the number of bachelors / bachelorettes were dwindling.

I guess you can say she has settled down for good.

There wasn’t anything special about tonight. On this quiet summer evening the Swiss woman was standing on the balcony outside of her room with a warm cup of tea in her hands. Dull eyes glance up at the stars and for a moment she wonders if Sombra could see them as well. Did she think of Angela when she saw them? Or were they just a distraction to her while she was on the run? For a brief moment Angela is tempted to send a text message to her lover. ‘You know what they say. Follow the stars and they’ll lead you back home.’ But she decides against it.

This is the longest time she’s gone without a response from her partner, and there was a big chance she still wouldn’t get one despite sending a new message.

It’s not like there are multiple unanswered messages asking about the stars sitting there collecting dust anyways. They’ll be answered one day or another. And if they don’t? Well, consider Angela lucky for adjusting to her new routine of being alone.

A soft sigh leaves the woman’s lips as she glances into the dark cup of tea she was holding. She’s barely touched touched it. It was supposed to help ease her mind before she went to bed, but instead she was just craving the warmth it gave off since she didn’t have anyone here to fill that spot.

Soon.

I’ll get a response soon.

But it’s getting late and Angela wasn’t looking to wake up feeling even more tired than when she went to bed. So she takes the cup of tea back inside and makes her way to the kitchen to get rid of the drink. There was only one thing left to do, and that was to prepare the coffee machine so it would be ready with the press of a button in the morning.

And she’s sure to just leave one empty mug right next to the machine.

There’s no one around to share it with anyways.