#Angela Zeigler

[ashmini]

Mercy and Moira in the hades artstyle!

[faerileee]

PVE Ana, Fareeha, and Mercy interaction found by @cleartogether on Tumblr and Twitter!

[beeg3d]

The Birth of Mercy

[yourfavereminds]

Mercy reminds you to do your daily click for Palestine

BE SURE TO HAVE ADBLOCK OFF BEFORE CLICKING

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Hiii can I request mercy x Fem reader that refuse to get treated by her eventho she's really sick and cannot get up on her own. maybe she's scared or smth >< I kinda have a bit trauma from past experiences with visiting Dr so I kinda a bit scared of them loll but thank youuu

Feel free to ignore

I felt that, I didn’t get treated right once for a kidney issue and had two different surgeries.

Off the Clock

Pairing: platonic! Mercy x Reader

Warnings: sickness, medical stuff

“For the last time I am fine,” you grumbled as Cassidy stood in your doorway, a tray with the soup you asked him to get from your favorite restaurant.

“Fine is the ability to come get this from where I’m standing,” he held the bag out on the end of one finger, giving you a ‘come get it’ look and a nod.

“But I am just so comfortable here in my-“ a coughing fit wracked your lungs, a burning ache filling your chest with each heave, “fucking hell.”

“You sound worse than a dog with a stick in its throat,” he walked in, setting the soup on the nightstand next to your bed, “there’s some mucinex in the bag too, but I think you’ll need an exorcist to get anywhere near better.”

“Thanks,” you roll your eyes, looking over at him, “can I get a hand sitting up?”

He sighed and shook his head, helping you up, “go to the doctor. If you can’t even get up then there is definitely something wrong.”

You shook your head, holding up an ‘x’ with your arms, “Cassidy, it’s just a cough and a head ache, please don’t get a medic.”

“Why are you being so stubborn? I need my field partner! You are the only one of these assholes I like out here!”

“Cassidy…” you look at him, a plea behind your eyes, “I don’t do well with all that medical stuff. Please stop asking,” you folded your hands, not quite looking him in the eye.

He sighed, “I don’t think it’s my place to ask about it, so I’m not, but I need you to get through this, if not in three days, I’m calling a damn doctor for you,” Cassidy made the ‘I’m watching you’ hand sign and left, leaving you with your sickness and soup.

The next day he went around the same time to check on you, hearing you blow your nose from outside the door.

“Feeling any- what the-“ he stopped, looking around your room. There where tissues loose on the floor, and your face was a bit more pale than yesterday, your eyes carrying luggage instead of bags.

“I told you to get better! Not worse!” He set the tea he got you in the nightstand, walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You tried to sit up but you slipped, wincing a bit as your back hit the bed.

“Doctor,” he cut short as he rushed out, closing the door behind himself.

About a 10 minutes later you heard a knock.

“Don’t come in!” You groan, rolling over on your side as you let out another terrible cough.

“Y/n this is for your own good!”

“Cassidy I said no doctors damn it!”

“It’s not a doctor! It’s Angela!”

“She is literally a doctor!”

“Not of the clock she isn’t! Her shift doesn’t start for another ten minutes,” at that he entered the room, Ziegler in tow.

“Cassidy I told you I don’t do this medical shit-“

“I promise none of the ‘medical shit’ I do is anything terrible,” her voice was soft, but you were still wary, “we haven met yet in person, but I’ve heard much about you, hello, I’m Angela.”

“And I am not the most gung-ho for you to be in my room,” As she approached the side of your bed you scooted away, noticing a small gun shaped device in her hand, “What’s that?” You look from the device to her.

She raised the device to her own forehead, clicking the trigger and showing you the small screen on the back, “it’s a touchless thermometer, I’m only going to take your temperature, is that ok?”

You nod, settling a bit as she pointed it at your forehead.

“You are running a high fever, and based on what Cassidy has already told me, you may have the flu,” she reaches into the bag she had with her and took out two sterile swabs, “I’m going to let you do this part, swipe the inside of both cheeks and as far back in your throat as you can.”

You do as told, handing them beck to her. She puts them into two test tubes, placing them into her bag.

“See? That wasn’t so bad. I only needed two things from you.”

“I guess, but that was just for my little sickness, what about if I where bleeding out or something?”

“Then it would be different I suppose,” she sat on the edge of your bed, “ but would you trust that I would take care of you then too?”

You wanted to say no, to tell her that her efforts were fruitless, but she was so nice. She treated you with so much ease and kindness and you where so rude to her.

“I guess I would,” you tilted your head a bit, looking over at Cassidy who gave you a thumbs up.

“Good, I’ll have your results in an hour, if it’s anything bad, you don’t have to call Cassidy anymore, you’ve got an angel on your shoulder now.”

[wormart]

based on true events

[hisacookie]

I feel like the only times Junkrat is quiet for a longer than normal period of time is usually when hes thinking something completely irrelevant to the main topic and it usually goes something like this;

Junkrat; *Staring off into space, thinking really hard*

Mercy; *Genuinely Concerned as this is indeed the longest he's been this quiet and had any chance of getting his vitals checked* "Uh, Jamison?"

Junkrat; *nervous* "I-If...."

Mercy; *starting to worry* "If what?"

Junkrat; *looks Mercy dead in the eyes* "If ya drop soap on the floor is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?"

Mercy; "......"

Roadhog; *pats her shoulder* "You'll get used to it."

[sleepyfaequeen]

Little Accidents

Chapter: 1

Warnings: xfem!reader, reader is in her early 20s, Jack Morrison is bisexual for story purposes. Don't like that, don't read. I don't think I have to explain that it's fanfiction and shouldn't be taken seriously. If that triggers you, do not read this fic.

A/n: Unsure who I should ship reader with but we shall see.

Summary: You find out something that you shouldn't have found out, but here we are. That's what you get for eavesdropping.

Song:

(Y/n) had become a part of Blackwatch for a few months now, and the constant training was always different, but joining Overwatch had become her dream. When she joined as a soldier, she was surprised that she would soon be joining a black ops group who was hand-picked by Commander Reyes himself. To work under someone who's well respected and knows what he's doing was a big honor. Not only that, but for some reason, she had noticed Commander Morrison has been watching over their training exercises. He would actually even compliment her. It surprised her at first, but she knew he probably did that to those he saw with potential. She always saw him talking to Gabriel in the distance, arguing about something, but regardless, it always seemed to calm down.

Today, she was walking to Commander Reyes' office to return some needed files that needed to be filled out and given to Doctor Moira. But she stopped in her tracks as soon as she heard Reyes and Morrison arguing. She knew it was bad to eavesdrop but she did it anyway.

"Absolutely not." Reyes' gruff voice came.

"I'm not asking you. I'm demanding that she be removed from you're squad." Jack could be heard sounding angry and less composed than he usually did.

"Why would I do that?" Gabriel shifts in his seat as he crosses his arms.

"Why?" She leans in, her curious blue eyes looking inside. Seeing Jack turn as he rubs a gloved hand over his face as he takes a moment to answer. "You got my kid in there."

".. What?" Gabriel tilts his head, seeming confused.

"I had a fling when I was young and.." He explains and Gabriel just laughs.

"Is it Cassidy?" Reyes jokes to which Jack scoffs.

"No, it's obvious who." The two lock eyes and (Y/n) can't help but jump as she feels a hand touch her arm. Seeing Captain Amari there made her completely freak out.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong? You look like you seen a ghost." She looks down at her concerned, and (Y/n) can't help but tighten her grip on the stack of papers in her gloved hands.

"No, I'm honestly fine..!" She could hear the two Commanders approaching the doorway and she quickly, shoves the papers into her chest before running down the hall and into the elevator as she turns she could see Commander Jack looks down the hall, her way, as the doors shut with a ding of the elevator.

She felt her heart beating so fast and her head spinning as she felt her entire face in a cold sweat. As the elevator stops, she finds herself aimlessly walking around. She wasn't sure what time it was when she found herself within the Blackwatch members' corridor room. She found her fingers shaking as she kept mistyping her own room code with multiple beeps being heard. She exhales as she stops herself for a moment.

Something about the new girl was off today. She looked rather tense, or at least that is what Genji's eyes could tell. To him, she was just another member, another teammate. A freak but she looked much more normal than the rest of them. More normal than him. Though he usually avoided conversations so he never thought of talking to her or much of anyone. Unless absolutely necessary circumstances. He resented them all for being.. human. It reminded him of what he was not. Of what was taken away from him.

The days in Overwatch was always the same. Everyday, to him, went by quickly and was just as empty as usual. Genji had his own routine like anyone else: training, meetings, more training, then showers. Perhaps the best part of his day. He was always grateful to feel the warmth of the shower against his torn flesh. Unlike his added cybernetic side, it could feel. He walked down the halls to the Blackwatch private quarters, with his towel hanging over and around his neck. Only in his gym shorts as his augments were showing. Stopping as he watched her fumble with her door passcode. "Needing help or something?" He asked her softly as he was more curious today about her expression. He was surprising himself since he rarely talked to other people, but she looked like she could use a hand.

She almost bit her own tongue as the robotic voice had startled her. Her head turning and her eyes blinking away any sort of distress as her fingers fumbled with the key card.

"Uh.. I.. I think I got it." Again, the beeping was still denying her access to her own quarters. She lowers her head as she steps aside and gestures for him to have a try. "Have at it. I swear I forget sometimes." She looks at him as she smiles and rubs the back of her neck as she hands him her keycard. "Code is 8170."

She never knew the cyborg ninja guy even talked. Well, he could she just has never really talked to him before. Only during missions there was usually nothing but nods or hand gestures. He would sigh or scoff and with the plate over his mouth it sounds more robotic. She's heard stories from others around the base and how he was so skilled. Some people would even think he was hard to look at but no one would dare tell him to his face. Honestly, with Genji's red cybernetic eyes, he looked like he could kill someone easily and he probably could. She didn't know him much but she knew he was usually a quiet guy and he seemed to like his solitude. Sometimes, Cassidy would talk to him and she swore Genji would roll his eyes but endure McCree's rambling.

His hand moved to type in the code after memorizing it and her repeating it quietly. His breathing could be heard from behind his mask as he typed in the last few digit numbers. The door to her room sliding open with a small green light on the keypad. He steps back and hands her the keycard.

"The codes are picky, sometimes you have to type them in slow." He said as his eyes looked at her for a mere moment in silence as he stepped back. Turning to walk to his own room as he takes out his own keycard.

".. Training will be early tomorrow." He said as he got to his own door and typed in his own code.

"Yeah.." she said as she steps inside her room and watches Genji walk over to him before her eyes met his. "Thank you, I'll be seeing you.. tomorrow." She said and he gives her a nod before heading into his room before pressing a button to let the doors close and lock and she did the same.

She sighs as she hangs her head low before going to her desk and immediately went to look at an old photo of her and her mother. Her mother never had the chance to tell her much about her father but the fact she unintentionally found him wasn't a coincidence. She just hoped whatever led them towards each other wasn't for the worst.

[aphmcu-mha]

I don’t know if I should ship Gency or Pharmercy. I like both because they’re both incredibly cute but I’m conflicted. I could ship both but for some reason it feels wrong😭

[tashdemetriou]

Doctor Angela Ziegler | Mercy

↳ somebody call the whambulance

[euclid-jack]

some small moicy sketches bc i love gay ppl 💕💕

[taylorjordyn]

hello again friends of tumble 

i am once again begging you to engage with my twitter so that evil blizzard may one day return pink mercy to us.

the bcrf has joint custody over the skin and they are, according to a dm from lexie from bcrf, still in contact with blizz/overwatch devs (shocking as it may be due to the reasons) and if there’s enough “””community desire””” they could bring back the pink mercy charity event 

 in 2018 they raised over $12.7 milly for breast cancer research and now there are a bunch of new players joining overwatch 2 (poor souls) and people who are playing on switch now, that never got the chance to donate and buy the skin. also ppl like me who got banned in 2019 but then made a new account anyway (but we dont have to talk abt that one)

breast cancer runs in my family as well, so as somebody with a high likelihood of developing it in my future, bcrf is very sexy and cool (also they actually use their donations to fund research unlike susan g coleman or w/e the fuck)

i post daily about bcrf and the pink mercy charity as a whole and i am currently on day 46 of tweeting daily and being very annoying about it. on day 50 im gonna do a fun community thing too

anyway, go retweent, comment, share or w/e the fuck you do on twitter so that blizzard gets it shit together about this

[genocidershodan]

Yo where all the Mercy/Junkerqueen shippers at?

[beeg3d]

Pharmercy - Morning Glow

Link in bio for uncensored version

[talonbreakroom]

i love angela very much. she’s one of my fav characters. she’s a revolutionary in the medical field, and she’s done so much good.

she also saved a young, traumatized genji’s life for the sake of turning him into a weapon for an illegal black ops organization.

she also stole ana’s tech to advance her own caduceus technology. she played it off as a joke, so they assumedly talked it out, but she did in fact still steal ana’s work.

she’s also, in every universe we’ve seen other than mainline, a sadistic megalomaniac willing to do anything for her own benefit.

vengeance is not just a sideswapped version of angela. vengeance is what angela could have easily become if she had just failed a few more times. if she had a few more immovable objects in the way of her unstoppable force. she is determined, she gets what she wants, and mainline canon just happened to go her way.

angels are never good or evil. angels are tools, neutral until given purpose. angela just happened to fall in the right hands.

i love headcanoning angela as Not A Great Person because 1) it clashes so heavily with her angel motif and 2) it makes the switch from mercy to vengeance so much more tragic

[skeletonnerdy]

Venture Procreate doodle,,

They're back!! I'm so excited for them, I'm updating Overwatch rn. When I first saw their design, I thought their belt straps looked like rock climbing gear, and I thought it was cool. I like how detailed the straps are, even tho they're kinda a pain in the ass to draw.