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some overwatch 2 doodles 😝!! Can you guess who my favourite is..
You genuinely cannot win these days
Games will either have ZERO representation or have tons of great representation and a terrible fandom because WHAT IS THIS.
The full video is an edit of mercy and the audio is cardi b saying what’s underlined in the caption shown in this screenshot
Also the caption of the video speaks for itself
And what did they mean by “Juno’s next” because Juno isn’t trans??😭😭
The comments are also appalling
I want to point this one out specifically
They are justifying transphobia and hate speech by essentially saying “it’s just a silly mercy main thing you just don’t get it🩷”
Maining mercy doesn’t make you transphobic, please grow a brain I beg you.
Many other comments on this video are also calling venture an it. (The creator even going as far to reply “it***” under comments that use they/them for venture even if they are agreeing with the venture hate, proving this is driven by transphobia.)
Every single person who commented something like that I hope does some reflection and figures out that this behavior is pushing progress for lgbtq in games back so far whether you’re doing it intentionally or not.
Angela Zeigler would hate you.
No Need To Fear {Moira & Mercy, Angst}
After an Attack on an Overwatch and Blackwatch Meeting, Moira and Angela are trapped in the rubble. A lone window on the ceiling their only escape, Angela the only one able to reach it. Yet, as Fate wished it, Angela is badly injured and in need of medical attention, Moira the only one that could heal her. But does she trust the sadistic scientist to keep her promise?
Angela Ziegler knew better than to trust Moira O'Deorain. She knew better, she should have known better. For years, she had despised her methods, had resisted a collaboration between the two, had decidedly pushed everything away Moira had offered.
Moira just wanted to advance her research, she wanted to surpass death, but she was ruthless. Angela knew that very well. Blackwatch was a disgrace in her mind. Out of hand, uncontrollable and wild. Blackwatch was evil, more so because of the fellow scientist hired.
Angela always met Moira with disdain, dismissive and absolute. Judging her Methods and morals, yet Moira remained unbothered. Calm. Objective set on discovering her revival technology. No, she had long ago made up her mind. Never would she put her trust in Moira, never would she work together with her and never would she believe her words.
Moira had escaped the attack unscathed, Mercy — Angela — had not. Angela was in her Mercy Uniform, the Wings in her back, fitting to her name, bleeding profusely. A part of the protective armour was shattered, flesh exposed underneath and Moira could already tell what a disaster it was, shrapnel and dirt in her open wound, if she was lucky, she could get it out. If only Angela would let her.
Angela's mind was fuzzy, edges blurring and her thoughts mixing into a muddy soup. But she stood strong, slapping away Moira's hands, whenever she caught the slender, bony limbs reach and touch. “My staff”
Moira had already looked for the staff, partially because she wanted to look at it, understand it, but mainly because a great mind like Angela's shouldn't be lost because of stubbornness. She had pulled it out of rubble, and while she was unsure about how it worked, it was broken in multiple pieces. It somehow looked alive inside, and if it was, it wasn't anymore. It had burned and soot was covering the shiny metal.
Angela knew she couldn't fix her staff in time. They were trapped anyway, and Moira needed her if she wanted to escape — there was a window above them, but it was too high for the Irish Woman to reach, even with using the rubble as a vantage point. The highest she got was her long fingernails barely scraping along the glass. Moira had no choice. She was the one who had it. If she would let Moira help her, surely she wouldn't do anything stupid?
Moira had tried breaking the window and failed. The explosion had caged them in, it was a miracle the godforsaken window stood strong, albeit a terribly timed miracle. She clicked her tongue as she walked quickly over to Angela, her shoes clicking against the floor, as she knelt down. “Let me help you, Angela. I promise I won't do anything, all you have to do is trust me.”
Angela had trusted Moira once. Back when they were still in med school, she had trusted her and Moira had coldly used it against her. Angela knew Moira, she knew her nature, she knew Moira wouldn't be able to resist another betrayal of trust, it's what she did to everyone, she didn't care. But Angela cared. At least she would have, her mind was too unfocused, too messy. She couldn't grasp a single thought, and as Moira's hands grasped at the Armour, she couldn't lift herself to stop her, her hands not raising as she tried. She was so weak, so tired.
Moira smiled, as she tugged the armour off, Angela pale and sweaty, as she looked at the wound, taking out the shrapnel with her medical equipment she carried with. Angela flinched and yelped at the pain, but Moira was undeterred. She lifted Angela's undershirt, securing it with a loose knot so it wouldn't fall over the wound steadily leaking blood. Threatening words left Angela's mouth, but the vigor behind it was missing, so Moira continued.
Angela was helpless. She watches as if dazed, as Moira took out a bottle of disinfectant, but instead of doing it properly, she poured it into the wound, a wicked smile on her features. Angela couldn't help but scream, it hurt so bad. Suddenly filled with adrenaline and pain, she pushed Moira from her slumped body, as she turned, trying to crawl along the wall. She wouldn't get far, she couldn't, with them being trapped, but she sure would try.
Moira wasn't pleased. It wasn't the first time her patients went running. Sometimes she let them, only to chase them afterwards - sometimes, it was just thrilling fun, but not this time. Scoffing, Moira reached for Angela's shoulders, roughly spinning her around before pointedly seating herself on her hips, pinning her down. Angela yelled, thrashed. The wound leaked more blood and Moira got angry. She didn't want Angela to die of blood loss, that wouldn't do. Extending her right arm, she aimed at the other Overwatch employee, also injured but already unconscious, extracting his life force, before showering Angela in the soft, warm, sharply stinging healing spray.
Angela was surprised at first, she was scared, afraid of Moira but Moira had actually helped her. She retracted her hands from trying to punch and push Moira, as Moira reached out. Her expression was neutral, as she softly grabbed her hands, and then, in less than a second, Angela was helpless again. Her hands were pinned over her head with Moira's right hand as she could only watch how Moira pulled a syringe out of her med kit, the contents purple like her biotic grasp, before she injected it right where her old wound was.
Moira watched as Angela lay there, helpless and restrained, only able to wait for the effects of whatever Moira had just injected her to kick in. Moira, of course, knew what she had injected her fellow scientist with. Soon, Angela would feel nauseous, she'd fall unconscious before the chemical could actually fulfill it's true purpose — making her a slave to Moira, just like she had chained Reyes, Amélie and Siebren.
If Angela was a merciful Angel, Moira was a ruthless Demon, but Moira wouldn't want it any other way, after all, how else could she achieve her goals? Angela Ziegler's technology in her hands… Well, technically, Angela Ziegler herself. There was no one who could stop her now. Moira looked towards the window at the top. Maybe she would die before Angela would succumb to her pain and help Moira. But she could rest easy, knowing how close she came.
Hi honey, Moira x Mercy hcs? Perchance??
Of course, any chance to talk about my favorite sexy irish geneticist >:)
Reminder that I really do appreciate asks, literally ask about anything and I'll write it for you, it takes like 30 seconds :)
CONTAINS: NSFW further below
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《SFW》
• Moira acts like she doesn't care when they're in public but in private she's very loving to Mercy
• Just in general Moira is a very private person and Mercy respects that, which is really what made Moira like her
• They love café and library dates
• Vibing in eachothers presence but not actually doing anything together is their love language, wait that's called quality time, quality time is their love language
• Moira prefers tea (with a dash of whiskey) and Mercy prefers coffee, and they'll either read books, do leftover work, or just chat about anything and everything
• Mercy doesn't really support what Moira does, but after getting to know the other she starts to understand why she does what she does
• Moira doesn't talk about her work very much in front of Mercy because she knows it upsets her even if she doesn't say it often
• All of the talon members know about them, and they tease Moira about it
• The Overwatch heroes probably also know, but they don't talk about it in order to not embarrass their doctor :)
• During missions against one another they try to avoid eachother, but if it's impossible then they don't hold back just because they're in love, mission comes first
• But later they'll heal any wounds they caused and just hold eachother
• Moira calls Mercy angel and dear, she isn't huge on pet names
• Mercy calls Moira baby, darling, dear, sweetheart, literally every sweet petname you can think of
《NSFW》
• Moira tops, at least most of the time, she's too tense and reserved to let anyone see her vulnerable like that
• She also probably doesn't like being naked, am I projecting, yes
• Moira is a scientist, she's gonna be kinky
• Anything Mercy wants, she'll do it and she'll be very happy about it
• Moira owns a wide variety of straps and just dildos in general, she likes having options on what she'll use
• Their favorite positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and missionary
• Moira is a tits kind of woman, she just wants boobs
• She's also a lil bit of a sadistic mother fucker, again she's a scientist what do you expect
• Their favorite kinks are overstimulation, edging, spanking, and somnophilia
• Moira just wants to know every way that Mercy will react to her affections, even when she's half awake and not processing anything
• Moira calls Mercy angel again, princess, sweet angel, anything with angel prffff
• Mercy calls Moira ma'am if it's kinky, or just Moira
Angela: Help! I’m drowning!
Moira: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water.
Angela: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!
some Overwatch stuff I posted on Instagram just to keep this blog still alive...
Genji wants healing by luffie
Who doesn’t want to get healed by a hot doctor?
Wine Mom is sick of your team’s shit
Overwatch Academy Alignment Chart
Jock: Reinhardt
Jock goth: Hanzo
Jock nerd: Junkrat
Jock prep: Soldier:76
Goth: Roadhog
Goth nerd: Sombra
Goth prep: Widowmaker
Goth jock: Reaper
Nerd: Mei
Nerd prep: D.Va
Nerd jock: Mccree
Nerd goth: Genji
Prep: Lucio
Prep jock: Tracer
Prep goth: Ashe
Prep nerd: Mercy
Look something I did in my own style whopeeee *wipes dust* in not dead ( well I dont think I am) ( kinda looks like a zombie to me well aren't all support players zombies after being in a match )
Thoughts on Overwatch designs (Mercy Edition)
The "angel" look was a perfect design choice for her. Her skin and hair (white person with blonde hair is a very common betrayal for angels in art), her tragic backstory for motivation, her playstyle within the game. It all fits the angelic aesthetic so well.
Ow1 skin boasts a bigger halo, smaller wings, is more conserverative with the colored accents, and I like her hair better (doesn't make sense to have loose hair getting in your face when fighting). However, the oranges and yellows don't quite go with the "angel" gimmick, and i don't understand their placements. I like splashes of color, but there needs to be thought put into it. And I wish the wings were bigger and had more attention put into them. 7/10 a perfectly safe, cute, pleasant design that fits into the world she's in, and stays true to her concept.
Ow2 gives the wings more detail and orange and yellow have become golden accents, which fits her angel gimmick more. I love her skirt, with the sides that look like metal feathers, and the front and backs look like banners you would see carried by a warrior. I wish the halo was more noticeable, and she had her ponytail back. And the brown part of her torso muddles the look a bit, while black kept it together more. 7/10
Both looks have small things I like and dislike, but nothing that blows me away or draws my eye.
Funny Overwatch
ЗОЖ- “Healthy Lifestyle“(the inscription on the book)
Funny Overwatch
I didn't like the new looks of Sigma and Angels (the Beekeeper and the Bee), but they inspired me for this comic)))
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rose gold mercy / pink mercy ! i got her yesterday and i'm so happy to have, as i support the charity and everything involved! Blizzard def made the right choice to bring it back :)
{Starter for @talon-mccree}
Angela looked at her watch quickly. A frown on her face. She wasn’t sure as to why she was chosen for this mission. Surely Genji would have been a more appropriate choice. Though she was told she had been specifically asked for by their client which she found odd. Oh well. A mission is a mission.
“Miss Ziegler? Here’s your coffee.”
Looking up a slight pink tint appeared on her cheeks. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear the blonde took it. Thanking the waitress as she retreated back behind the counter of the small café. She was hoping to get a look at the suspicious man her client had described. That’s if they showed up.