@wundertater!!
“ good evening, angela. i’ve brought some hot chocolate and cookies, if you would not mind the company. ”
dutytied-blog reblogged
so i’m asking from above, whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
—penned by tiffany. independent pharah.
sorry i haven’t been here guys! i’m trying to farm loot boxes before the event ends so i can get lucio + reaper’s skins and get ornaments!
dutytied-blog reblogged
Comic dub of an Overwatch fancomic by @gunnslaughter - featuring the voices of Tiana Camacho as Pharah and myself as Reaper! Have something a little sad to start your year…
If you enjoyed that, why not watch some of my other Overwatch comic dubs? Twenty Years Later Missile Toe Mistletoe Talon Town
Or check out the full playlist here!
dutytied-blog reblogged
@dutytied
In all her years, Angela never thought that a private security firm would need its own personal doctor. Though she supposed with the way the world was going, it didn’t surprise her. The 34 year old woman had been contacted by Helix personally for her well renown abilities. While she had hung up the moniker of Mercy, unless it was an absolute emergency, she was still one of the world’s best doctors, if not the best. The job with HSI was only for a few months as they attempted to find a replacement doctor, but she didn’t mind. It kept her in once place for a while, which was always nice.
Since her arrival the day before, Angela had been in her office with the air conditioning blasting as she the met the various members of the Giza branch. Today so far she had met the captain of their top squadron, Khalil, as well as two men named Tariq and Saleh. She was told by Khalil that the lieutenant of the squadron would be stopping by at some point that day. So as the door behind her opened, she figured it was the lieutenant, who she did not know the name of yet. Angela stood on her toes, attempting to put something on a high shelf when she spoke.
“Take a seat anywhere. We’ll get to know each other in just a moment.”
it had been a terrible day when their previous private doctor had been killed in battle——meant to be in the back-lines and killed by a stray explosion from an omnic. the mission was never meant to be so challenging, many of the members assigned were new, and most were scarred already. fareeha herself had lost a hand in the battle, while pulling another to safety. local doctors were able to patch the hand, but they needed someone greater to create a replacement ( part of her thought of her old friend jesse, they would match ).
her captain and higher ups of helix had determined the details, so admittedly, she wasn’t quite sure of who would be assisting her. a thick accent, though, confirmed a foreigner.
“ please, let me help you with that instead, ” she spoke with the faintests of teasing tones. she approached, and held out her right hand——currently her only hand. for the first two weeks, fareeha had been bitter, sad, angry. she wasn’t allowed on duty, and there wasn’t much she could do to occupy her thoughts when she was alone. she came to terms with it, though, when she met the boy she saved once again. but admittedly, even a month and a half later, there were days she’d go to grab with her missing hand, and nights where she’d cry herself to sleep.
so i’m asking from above, whose ammunition justifies the wrong?
—penned by tiffany. independent pharah.