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[deadcyed]

👤

let alex make u a promo! || NOT ACCEPTING

[agonygiven-a]

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send a letter and i’ll tell u my 5 fav blogs // ACCEPTING

S. @svnsorium, @scrridi, @snowodes, @smoakinoverwxtch, @sweetiidiot

[revclverheld]

@mcdizincr

[Text - Angie] Hey, never asked you to be sorry about that. [Text - Angie] You’re just doing your job. [Text - Angie] I’m thankful for that honestly. Would have been dead many times already otherwise.

[canidaed-a]

@mcdizincr |  lyric starter: fav Rihanna songs

“And I took his heart when I pulled out that gun.”

[prodigiouschild-blog1]

🔺 + yellow?

@mcdizincr | the pures | accepting!

[chronal-anomaly]

@mcdizincr [Literal Angel] Hey Angie... [Literal Angel] I'm headed into town for some tea and time away from everyone [Literal Angel] Care to join?

[wakairyuu]

*arrives 30 seconds late, coffee in hand, and unimpressed with the fact he needs healing*

Muffled “ありがと.” As he all most dead on the ground.

[ncscope-archived-blog]

💚

@mcdizincr [Shipping with Granny, extended edition] [acc. mutuals]

💚 - friendship

*fingerguns* And from what’s been going on in our few threads, I’d say we’re off to a pretty good start on the friendship train!

[nuitveuve-blog]

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@mcdizincr.

platonic affection.

Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair.

There is nothing too – ‘extravagant’ in this type of hair. This is the widow’s silent conclusion at the very least and yet - she finds it difficult to break contact.

Long, slender digits keep on running through blonde strands of hair, sometimes twirling and sometimes smoothing it down.

‘ Hmpf, a genuine blonde, as it seems. ‘

“ Do relax, doctor. You have yet to be Talon’s next target. “

[fromcbove-blog]

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make me make bad decisions || accepting[ ღ ] my muse makes an attempt to cheer your muse up. @mcdizincr

        It was, to put simply, the best she had to offer to Angela. 

       Fareeha understood well how it feels to put everything into one thing, to invest all of her time, her attention, in hopes of completing something with a success only to fail. She knew how it was like to answer someone’s thrilled “how did it go?” with an apologetic smile, how embarrassing it was to have nothing to show to others despite all of the effort she’d put into it so upon hearing that the doctor had come out with no results from her recent research, Fareeha immediately took her by the hand, asking her to come along to the armory and don her Valkyrie suit while she, her Raptora. 

       It was the best she had to offer to Angela. The sky, that is. The feeling of flying in the air, the thrill of letting their thruster fall into silence, gravity pulling them downwards only to fly high up into the sky once more before they could even touch the ground. Fareeha was never too good with words and neither was she any good at consoling others through small talks and encouraging words, so instead, she held Angela’s hand as they danced in the air, only turning to her once to say with a small smile on her lips;

       “Don’t push yourself too hard, Angela.”

[breakiitdown-a]

mcdizincr replied to your post: dudes 

eyyy nice! I’ve got installed myself.

eyyyy its such a lit idea because im always opening new tabs and normally have like 10000 open @ a time lmao 

[deadcyed]

mcdizincr replied to your post:            tbh beat jesse up he probably has it...

*brings out the electric razor to shave off his facial monstrosity*

            DO NOT

[talonsaconite-archived]

doctor meets doctor

|| @mcdizincr continued [ x ] ||

Sarcasm. Of course, she didn’t expect anything less as a counter for her fairly weak self-mocking remark. With a self-pleased grin, Joe leaned back on her chair and thrusted her hands into her trousers pockets. The other probably knew how little she cared whether or not they had sympathy with her.

So she sat here with Angela Ziegler, a name well known in medical sections. Even once well-known all over the world, before Overwatch fell apart. Her eyes were locked on her and observed her closely.

“Now then, tell me doctor. What does Overwatch want from me, hm?”

[revclverheld]

∯

For every ∯ I get I will say/confess something without specifying for whom it is meant 

“I wish you would notice me but, y’know, I’m jus’ a weird Cowboy fella...”

[cyborn-blog1]

S T A R T E R | @mcdizincr | ACCEPTING

Too much. Too much. A bullet hole through the shoulder, an EMP too far; her body CRYING OUT for a reprieve even as she sank against the nearest wall with a soft note of defeat. 

ORDINARILY, she’s better than this. Faster, stealthier, more CUNNING - it’s been so LONG since she felt the SEARING BITE of a bullet that she’d almost forgotten what it felt like. 

     “Carajo. . .”

That could have gone better. It SHOULD have gone better. She HAS the data she’d been hired to steal, and the drop point is not too distant, but she needs a moment. 

Or two. 

Or three. 

Just to get her breath back. Just to recoup enough energy to get her feet UNDER her again. 

[nerfthees]

“Angela-onni!” Hana complained, small, pink lips creased in a grimace of stubborness. She knew it was Mercy’s fault, it had to be. She had done the same thing with Winston few days prior.

“Where are my chips?!”

@mcdizincr | starter call.