#RE: ANGELA ZIEGLER.

[herrage]

general psa that my interpretation of angela may not be to everyone's tastes. i know that there is a general adherence to this sweeter, softer woman within the fandom, but i simply do not agree. i believe that angela is a tired, intelligent, sardonic, faithful and complicated woman. she has many moral and faith-based nuances. angela ziegler is not mercy, and vice versa, although they do exist in one another. angela has a fundamental belief that humanity can be good and that she can do her part to contribute to that, but she is also victim to war, unjust weaponization of her technology, the powers that be, and her own vices. she has many gripes with overwatch and the way in which the world is right now, and has a particularly unhealthy obsession with her work—nevermind the state of her relationships.

it is also worth noting that i write angela as a woman raised Jewish, but now identifying as atheist. this will be present within writing.

[herrage]

The good doctor remains silent for a few minutes, like she hasn't even acknowledged Moira's whimpering excuse to decline her help. She's busying herself: pointedly does not look at the elder scientist who is on the verge of breakdown, only slides on gloves and applies a foul-smelling salve. Despite the scent, it does wonders, opening up every blood vessel for more circulation and less inflammation within a minute or two.

"I didn't say that I need to," Angela quips some time later. "But I do want to." Her gloves and hands transmit no heat, are in fact cold against Moira's withered and discoloured skin. "You know, if you continue whatever concoction you have injected into this arm, it will continue to destabilize." The words are flat and weighty: crystalline blue eyes glare at the redhead, disapproval evident. "And I cannot grow back limbs, before you mention anything like that."

Of course it's Angela who finds her like this, no one else here as late as the two of them tend to be. She doesn't say anything as Angela speaks, nor when she feels fingers brush against her arm, but she does let go of her aching arm, left hand stiff from her grip. She stretches her fingers as she hears the roll of a chair and looks to Angela only when she sees her sit with a waiting hand.

Accepting help is not something Moira does often; accepting defeat even less so. Before she can realize what she's doing, Moira is offering Angela her arm, using the other to swipe away the tears on her cheeks. They do not seem to stop, despite Moira's best efforts, despite her extreme embarrassment. To help stave them off, she closes her eyes, deciding it's what best for the both of them in the moment.

"You don't need to take care of me." But it's what Angela does, and what Moira does, in her own way. They both take care of people, even against better judgment.

[salt-kat]

Tracer x f!reader, their trying to start a family, lena and reader r both in overwatch, they go to Mercy to do some checks and she says its a small chance reader can get pregnant due too previous injuries. Lena comes back from a long mission and reader tells her that the egg took. lena helps reader with morning sickness and pains, Tracers calm and collected until the doctors place the baby on readers chest.

I had to do some research for this ask lol! I tried to be accurate about it! It took me a while to write, due to how little I know about pregnancy and the amount I wrote. Hope you enjoy<3

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Tracer With A Pregnant S/O✮

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“I don’t think I’m ready,” you say to Lena, looking at the exam room doors, wanting to make a run for it. “You’re worrying too much, love; it’ll be okay." Lena gently holds your hand, waiting for Dr. Ziegler to make her appearance. As you look down, you hear the exam room door open. In walks Angela with a sad face. You look up at her grim expression, already dreading what she has to say. The doctor strides over to her chair, and she plops down with a huff, looking at her tablet. “I do have bad news,” Angela sighs, not wanting to break the news to two of her most trusted coworkers and, more importantly, her friends. Lena tightens her grip on your hand, trying to comfort you and herself. You both wait patiently for the news. “The likelihood of you getting pregnant is not high due to the past injuries you sustained during your mission to Europe a few months ago. I’m so sorry, I wanted this to be good for you two,” she says slowly, giving you and Lena time to process. Both Lena and your eyes start to water. “Is there any chance at all? All we want is one child,” your wife says, hoping that this news was just an awful prank. Dr. Ziegler looks down at her tablet to re-read her results. “Of course there’s a chance, Lena; it’s just going to take a lot of patience and hope,” Angela says, looking back up at you both. You look at your wife with a sad smile. “At least there's a possibility,” you say, trying to be optimistic. 

Two months after that dreadful appointment, your wife has to take leave. Lena didn’t want to leave you alone since you were going under IVF treatment, but sadly, she had to tend to her duties. Lena called, facetimed, and texted you every day, never once forgetting to keep in touch. After one of these checking-in calls from your wife, you noticed a notification on your phone. Your period tracker app sent a notification to you saying you were late. You open the app and realize you’ve been late for a week and a half. You get up from your bed, wondering if this could be it. You run to the bathroom and grab an unused test from under the cabinet. As you test yourself, you say a little prayer, hoping this could be it. No more negative tests; no more disappointed gazes from Lena. You sat the test over to the side, waiting for the results. You clean yourself up and pace your room. You stare at your phone, watching the time change. The time can’t seem to go any slower. The moment the timer rings, you’re rushing to grab that test that’ll determine your mood for weeks to come. You could feel yourself almost dropping the test in shock; it was positive. Your eyes started to water in relief and joy. Finally being able to bring a child into the world with the woman you loved the most. You were so excited to tell Lena. You were thinking of all the ways you could. Maybe a cake, or a card, or maybe throw a little party, but all those ideas didn’t feel personal enough. You settled on just handing her the test as a present. Knowing Lena was going to be home in a few days excited you. You couldn’t wait to show her. 

Three days later, you were scurrying in your kitchen, trying to cook a welcome home meal for your wife. As you finished plating the dishes, you heard the knob twist and the door shut with a thud. You quickly wipe your hands off on a nearby towel and head towards the front door. Lena looks tired but bursts into a smile at the sight of you. You looked absolutely glowing, just as beautiful as she left you. “Hi, love,” Lena says before you launch yourself into her arms. “I missed you so much,” you mumble into her shoulder as she squeezes you harder. “It sure smells good in here,” remarks Lena as she pulls back and pecks your cheek with a soft smile. “I did make you a small meal, just to welcome you back,” you say, grabbing her hand to lead her towards the set dining table. Lena stares at the meal and candles before her, wondering what she did to deserve such a lovely wife. “You shouldn’t have,” Tracer says softly. “But I wanted to, come on, sit before the food gets cold,” you remark as you playfully push Lena to her seat. She lets out a chuckle at your impatience. You grab the wine from the counter, pouring a small glass for your wife, knowing she needs it. “Thank you, dear,” Lena says appreciatively. Your meal went well: there was light conversation, good food, and a briefing on the crazy events from Lena’s mission. As Tracer sips her wine, letting her meal settle, she notices how you seem a bit nervous. “The wine is delicious; where did you get it?” Lena asks as she eyes your full glass while taking a sip. “Oh, just at the local supermarket,” you retort, trying not to seem suspicious. “You’ve barely touched yours,” Tracer retorts playfully. “I’m trying to drink more water,” you say, gripping your water glass to convince her. Tracer eyes you oddly but just shrugs. You can feel your nerves get worse as you sip your water and work up the courage to tell her. You decide to get it over with. “Lena, I have something for you,” you tell her as you grab the small present box from under your chair. “Oh, a present for me? I feel guilty now; I should've brought you something back,” Lena huffs with a pout. You giggle and pass over the small box to your wife. She shakes it jokingly, trying to figure out what you could’ve possibly gotten her. She opens the present and slowly peels back the tissue. Immediately, Lena’s eyes gloss over; she’s speechless for a moment. You watch her expression with excitement and anxiety. “How long have you known?” Lena mumbles. “About four days,” you retort. Lena immediately jumps up from her seat and tackles you with a hug. Instantly, she starts peppering kisses all over your face. “We’re going to be moms,” Lena excitedly yells, shaking you a bit. “Yes, we are. We’re going to be the best moms ever,” you say, giving your wife a gentle kiss. 

Five months into your pregnancy, and you’re ready for it to be over. Between the morning sickness, hormones, and pain, you want this baby out of you. Lena has been so good through this pregnancy that she’s taken more time off of work to help you. Lena is the cool and collected one; she helps ease your never-ending anxiety about your future and your baby. You had just found out you were having a little girl. Tracer couldn’t be more thrilled. She immediately started decorating the baby's room and telling everyone about her soon-to-be daughter. “What do you think about Leah?” Lena asks, looking over at you from her side of the bed. “Doesn’t that sound a bit too similar to yours?” You ask with a cheeky grin. "Nuh-uh,” Lena says, rolling her eyes with a pout. “What about Luna?” Lena asks hopefully. “That’s a little common, don’t you think? You retort, returning your gaze to your phone. “How about Lydia?” Lena exclaims, looking back at you from the baby names book she bought a few weeks ago. “You really have a thing for L names,” you claim. Lena sighs with a feeling of hopelessness about figuring out what to name your child. A few moments pass by before you softly say to your wife, “Lydia is a beautiful name." Lena breaks into a smile. She rolls closer to you and presses her face and hands onto your bump. “Do you hear that little one? Your name is Lydia,” Tracer says as you giggle at her antics. “I’m so ready to meet you, Lydia,” Lena says, placing a kiss on your bump and imagining the life you will have ahead of you three.

Soon enough, your wish came true. The day was here; your baby was going to enter the world. You had gone into labor during the night, waking Lena up in a panic. Grunting in pain, you whine about your water breaking. Lena immediately hops up and grabs the hospital bag for you. She’s calm and comforting. She helps you put on your shoes and leads you to the car. On the way to the hospital, Lena tries everything she can to help distract you from the pain. She talks you through breathing exercises and reassures you that it’ll be worth it in the end. As you make your way into the hospital, Lena keeps her hand on your back, supporting you as she checks you in. Seven grueling hours later, your baby was finally almost out. Your wife had stayed beside you the whole time, holding your hand, wiping the sweat off your brow, and giving you soft kisses as an affirmation. “One more push, and she should be out,” the doctor says as the nurses prepare for the oncoming baby. You push with all your might, grunting and gripping Lena’s hand so hard that you’re almost sure you’ve broken it. “You got this, love,” Tracer whispers as she rubs your knuckles with her hand. All of a sudden, you hear a sharp cry. “There she is,” the doctor says, passing the baby to the nurses for a moment to clean her up a bit. Your tears instantly change from pain to joy and love at seeing your child. The nurse puts the baby on top of your chest. “Hi, Lydia,” you softly say to your baby, trying to soothe her with tears in your eyes. You look over at your wife, wondering why she’s so quiet. Lena is sobbing, fully crying her eyes out. “Honey, you can touch her,” you say, encouraging Lena to meet her daughter. “She’s so beautiful,” Tracer whispers through her sobs. She’s so happy, she can hardly contain herself as she rubs the baby’s back. “Your mommy loves you so much,” you say to Lydia, cradling her small form. A nurse comes to pick up your newborn, needing to finish cleaning her off and taking her vitals. “We did it; we’re going to be moms,” Lena says, crying while holding onto you. “The best mom ever,” you joke as you give your wife a much-needed kiss.

[thepayloadisgay]

Zenyatta turned to his friend, feeling him shift position yet again, the hiss of his joints breaking the strained silence. The poised fingers at his knees relaxed, and the orbs that hovered rolled inward, settling around his neck with a pleasant chime.

“There is a disquiet within you today,” said the monk as he watched Genji shift onto his knees. “Actually, ever since Overwatch recalled you.”

A quiet sigh, as Genji straightened his back and placed his hands atop his thighs, moving each finger one by one, trying hard to centre his balance and thoughts.

“Do you regret rejoining?” asked Zenyatta as he watched his student struggle with what he usually found so easy. “I know working alongside your brother -”

“It's not Hanzo,” he interrupted, breaking his posture as the vents in his shoulders moved, hissed and coiled a swathe of steam, disturbing his ribbon. “It’s Angela.”

Zenyatta tilted his head to the side, watching the unsteady fingers of his student roll over his thighs as he re-attempted his pose. “Dr Ziegler? Is she alright?”

Genji smirked as looked ahead, his ribbon settling at his back. “She is well,” he said, spreading hands over his thighs once more. Genji remained still for a while and breathed in, out, letting the silence of their makeshift meditation room in new HQ embrace him. And with it he closed his eyes, but all he could see, was her. “I think I’m in love.”

The orbs by Zenyatta’s neck shifted, making a gentle hum as the omnic’s face shifted to mimic a human’s smile. “I could have told you that, Genji.”

Genji faltered, disrupting the rhythm of his pose. Eyes narrowed from the midday sun, voice elevated in question. “You knew?”

Zenyatta rested his hands atop his knees, pinching two fingers together slowly, and laughed. “You are different whenever you speak of her - in a good way. Your voice changes, your mannerisms shift,” he said as the orbs extended around his head and began to hover. “And when you are around her, when you look at her for a moment when she smiles, you forget.”

Genji stared at his hand, at his wrist, bound in a small yellow ribbon. 

“You forget. Because all you see is her.”

He turned to Zenyatta, staring as he hovered a foot off the ground, a perfect picture of peace. “What should I do?”

“Tell her.”

[wildissylupus]

Ok so, brain blast time.

Overwatch Band AU.

The original Overwatch was a band consisting of;

Jack Morrison; Lead Singer + Rhythm Guitar

Gabriel Reyes; Drummer

Reinhart; Bass Guitarist

Torbjörn; Instrumentalist/All rounder (mostly plays Keyboard)

Ana; Lead Guitarist

They were incredibly popular but after awhile Gabriel left the group because of creative differences, Ana left shortly after to focus on her family (and because of issues retaining to a cirtain french women). Reyes later founded a new band called Blackwatch;

Gabriel Reyes; now Lead Vocalist (he also tried being lead guitar but failed miserably)

Cole Cassidy; Lead Guitarist (taught by Ana)

Moira O'Derain; Bass Guitarist

Genji Shimada; Drummer

During this time Jack revranded the old band and renamed it Uprising, along with hiring two new members;

Angela Ziegler; Now in the position of Lead Singer

Lena Oxton; Now Rythmic Guitarist (Jack is now Lead Guitarist)

Blackwatch never got as popular as Uprising and broke up a couple of years after it's founding due to infighting amoung members. Despite the perceived rivalry between the two groups, later on Lena and Angela would later split away from Uprising to form a new band with Blackwatch's Genji and a new comer named Winston, it was called Storm Rising;

Angela Zeigler; Lead Singer, Rythmic Guitarist

Lena Oxton; Lead Guitarist

Winston; Bass Guitarist

Genji Shimada; Drummer

Due to Angela suddenly play an instrument, rumours spread that either Ana or Cassidy was teaching her how to play, but other than that no one had heard from either of them. Even when the final Overwatch members announced they're retirement and the Storm Rising group went on a (permanent) HIATUS.

That was until a new Music Competition was announced and a new band rose to popularity, Null Sector was announced as a new way for up starting bands to be put into the spotlight and that is we're Talon is introduced into the public;

Doomfist; Lead Guitarist

Sombra; Keyboard, Rythmic Guitarist

Reaper; Drummer

Widowmaker; Lead Vocalist

Moira O'Derain; Bass Guitarist

Something that the public failed to notice though was that this new group was reusing some of the lesser known Blackwatch songs, something Cassidy noticed as he helped write some of the songs. It was also something Winston caught because the were also playing unused Overwatch songs.

Which leads us to today, Winston has remade Overwatch, re-branding it once again the Overwatch: Zero Hero. This band includes both new and old members;

Winston; Bass Guitarist

Reinhart; Bass Guitarist

Echo; Backup Vocals, instrumentalist (she basically plays anything they need)

Mei; Backup Vocals, Keyboard

Genji; Drummer

Angela; Backup Vocals, Rythmic Guitarist

Brigitte; Bass Guitarist

Lena; Lead Vocals, Lead Guitarist

This event also spured Cassidy into making his own band called New Blood;

Cassidy; Lead Guitarist, Backup Vocalist

Baptiste; Keyboard

Zarya; Bass Guitarist

D.VA; Drummer

Pharah; Lead Vocalist, Rythmic Guitar

(I wrote this at 1am help-)

[herrage]

[SMS] you heathen, just mix water, vodka and kool aid like all of the normal college kids!

[SMS] i think hana would roast you for this.

[SMS] did i say that correctly?

@herrage ♡'d for a starter! ⤷ brigitte + angela.

angela⤷ is using la croix as a mixer for vodka a legit way to reach my daily water consumption?

[abxsslights]

Okay Shenhe brainrot shall cease. 

Let me get to another woman I dearly love and since the game is back at getting popular kind of...

Angela Ziegler brainrot shall commence. I tried to re-read the oneshot story with her and man I still have EMOTIONS. 

[incoronarearchived]

-ˏˋ  (   𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻   //  @honeyglaze    )

She didn’t want Angela to see her like this, even if the other woman was her doctor. The princess was bedridden, entire form pale and sickly. She did not possess that same glow she usually had. The princess wasn’t doing well, her immune system couldn’t handle the flu she had contracted and now she was paying the price.

❛ I told you not to come, ❜ she said softly, voice hoarse but a smile on her lips.

[kymanifesto]

yeah jim and pam are cute and all but this is the real otp 

[jollysunflora]

Dreams have corrected me re classpects/dream moons/lessons of overwatch folk...more dual dreamers than I expected...

Ana Amari: Bard of Breath lesson in blood (derse) Ashe/Elizabeth Cledonia "Calamity" Ashe: Witch of Time lesson in breath (prospit) Baptiste/Jean-Baptiste Augustin: Mage of Void lesson in void (true derse!) Bastion: Bard of Time lesson in time (true derse!) Brigitte Lindholm: Witch of Hope lesson in blood (prospit) Cole Cassidy/Jesse McCree: Rogue of Breath lesson in heart (derse) D.va/Hana Song: Maid of Blood lesson in space (derse) Doomfist/Akande Ogundimu: Lord of Space lesson in void (dual dreamer) Echo: Muse of Rage lesson in mind (derse) Genji Shimada: Mage of Mind lesson in breath (prospit) Hammond: Knight of Light lesson in doom (derse) Hanzo Shimada: Knight of Time lesson in heart (prospit) Illari Quispe Ruiz: Sylph of Heart lesson in mind (derse) Junker Queen/Odessa "Dez" Stone: Thief of Life lesson in time (dual dreamer) Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes: Bard of Mind lesson in heart (derse) Kiriko Kamori: Heir of Breath lesson in mind (prospit) Lifeweaver/Niran Pruksamanee: Sylph of Heart lesson in life (derse) Lucio Correia dos Santos: Thief of Blood lesson in void (prospit) Mauga Malosi: Prince of Void lesson in blood (derse) Mei-Ling Zhou: Witch of Light lesson in breath (prospit) Mercy/Angela Ziegler: Sylph of Rage lesson in hope (derse) Moira O'Deorain: Mage of Rage lesson in doom (prospit) Orisa: Witch of Life lesson in doom (derse) Pharah/Fareeha Amari: Knight of Blood lesson in breath (derse) Ramattra: Bard of Heart lesson in heart (dual dreamer) Reaper/Gabriel Reyes: Prince of Life lesson in doom (dual dreamer) Reinhardt Wilhelm: Knight of Doom lesson in blood (derse) Roadhog/Mako Rutlege: Prince of Time lesson in time (dual dreamer) Sigma/Siebren de Kuiper: Page of Space lesson in time (prospit) Sojourn/Vivian Chase: Seer of Blood lesson in space (prospit) Soldier: 76/John Francis "Jack" Morrison: Prince of Rage lesson in mind (prospit) Sombra/Olivia Colomar: Thief of Light lesson in void (derse) Symmetra/Satya Vaswani: Maid of Void lesson in heart (derse) Torbjorn Lindholm: Mage of Void lesson in space (derse) Tracer/Lena Oxton: Heir of Heart lesson in time (prospit) Venture/Sloan Cameron: Mage of Heart lesson in time (derse) Widowmaker/Amelie Lacroix nee Guilard: Thief of Mind lesson in hope (true prospit!) Winston: Seer of Rage lesson in rage (prospit) Zarya/Aleksandra Zaryanova: Heir of Heart lesson in life (derse) Zenyatta: Sylph of Space lesson in heart (prospit) Bonus: Efi Oladele: Maid of Life lesson in void (dual dreamer) B.O.B.: Page of Light lesson in time (prospit) Gerard Lacroix: Prince of Life lesson in space (true derse) Emily: Prince of Breath lesson in breath (prospit)

In addition to an "obligatory" request to classpect the new OW hero Venture I've got some classpecting-related stuff to talk about myself. Although I'm 99% sure I've figured out I'm a Prince Of Rage I feel like there's a lot more to my lesson than just the control issues/serenity prayer stuff we've talked about before. Additional things I need to work on include fear of failure, being too concerned with others' opinions and chronic indecision.

Well obviously I'll classpect Venture. Also congrats on figuring out your main classpect! it's also one of my alternates, aka how I relate to the Rage aspect. As for your lesson...hmm. Hmmmmm. I'm looking at my lesson posts and the stuff you mention can fall into several of them. The thing is I tend to figure out lessons from little things about that individual. Even in my dreams I had to ask what lessons some of my family members need, but once I was told I was all "that makes so much sense for them in hindsight".

[pontikaki]

Ohey, I’ve made another one of these silly things! *shifts away*

[herrage]

in terms of vices and addictions:

angela has a terrible, terrible habit of smoking cigarettes. yes, she knows it's ironic. yes, she knows it's terrible for you. there's simply something calming about the oral fixation: that wisp of tobacco scented smoke in the cool nighttime air, deep resounding bass of the club in the background, or the din of a formal dinner party as she stands on the balcony. there's some form of reclamation here; if there's one thing that she can control about her body, it's what she puts into it. amongst all of the nanobiotes, tobacco won't be the thing that kills her.

it's not something that she waves around. there's a sort of guilt packed in with it—its an activity to slip away to, stolen into a hidden corner. how would the world feel to know that the face of health, of perfection, smoked cigarettes? not likely. the price of it comes with vigorously brushing teeth and mouthwash, of perfume and shaking off the scent as much as she can. still, if one were to embrace the doctor or come exceptionally close, her scent is one of hospital sterility, lavender-scented deodorant, dark roast coffee, and the barest, barest thread of smoke, barely discernable but present nonetheless.

on particularly bad days, a note of red wine can be picked up on, too.

[valka]

warcraft mercy :: expendable.

[herrage]

[ SMS ] It is fine. I know that he does need the help.

[ SMS ] Thank you for reaching out. I would not have known otherwise.

@herrage ♡'d for a texting starter! moira + angela.

( A. Ziegler ) Thank you for your help with Siebren. ( A. Ziegler ) I do know how hard it is for you to have said agreed to this.

[sharky857]

Guys...? Yall ok?

[seerieously]

2018 Art Challenge Day 110 Fanart

mercy doodle I may or may not finish one day