#feralaim

[valhela]

“Don’t touch me.”

          she  swats  his  hand  away,   duly  unimpressed  by  his  attempts  to  stop  her  from  cleaning  the  dirt  and  blood  from  his  sweat - soaked  chest.          ❛     seien  sie  nicht  so  kindisch,   gabriel.     ❜          none  of  the  red’s  from  him   –– –– ––   she’s  checked,   of  course.     he’s  the  last  of  the  agents  to  trickle  through  the  med  bay  doors  with  various  scrapes  and  scratches,   and  even  then,   angela’s  quite  sure  gabriel  didn’t  come  here  of  his  own  accord.     (   probably  been  nagged  half  to  death  into  dropping  by.     and  then  forced  to  endure  her  ministrations,   looking  like  a  particularly  pouty  child.   )     

          by  now,   angela  too  is  damp  with  sweat   :   from  running  back  and  forth  between  her  cabinets,   applying  salve,  applying  bandages,   generally  mothering  agents  who  just  want  to  shower  and  debrief.     she’s  just  got  to  finish  sanitizing  the  shallow  scrapes  across  gabriel’s  chest,   and  then  it’s  back  to  paperwork  for  her.     (   can  you  really  blame  her  for  being  a  little  more  THOROUGH  than  usual,   given  what  the  rest  of  her  afternoon  looks  like  ?   )     she’s  done  with  the  abrasions  across  his  pectorals  and  abdomen  by  now,   and  is  just  discarding  the  used  gauze  in  her  hand  when  she  spots  a  red - pink  scratch  just  above  his  clavicle,   having  missed  it  in  her  first  go  from  all  his  shifting  and  childishness. 

          even  the  brightest  doctors  make  oversights  sometimes,   but  it  doesn’t  mean  a  small  furrow  doesn’t  form  between  angela’s  brows.   she  leans  closer  to  look  at  it,   exhale  gently  ghosting  across  his  neck   :   hears  the  crackle  of  paper  from  where  he  fidgets  on  her  examination  table,   the  sharp  breath  he  takes  in   –– –– ––   she  shouldn’t  drop  the  professionalism,   but  angela  can’t  help  but  smile  cheekily,   lean  a  little  closer  into  his  space  and  press  his  reaction.     another  exhale  like  a  caress  across  his  skin,   pointer  finger  a  solid  stroke  following  the  sternocleidomastoid,   stopping  just  above  the  tiny  scratch,   head  bowing  as  if  to  impart  a  secret  into  the  shell  of  his  ear.          

          ❛     if  this  is  how  you  usually  are  around  women  who’ve  got  their  hands  on  you  when  you’re  half - clothed,   i’m  not  sure  anyone  is  going  to  believe  the  i’m  too  busy  saving  the  world  excuse  anymore.     ❜

          a  tiny  shrug  as  she  steps  back  after  wiping  the  sweat  and  dirt  away  from  the  scratch     (   still  smiling   ),   turning  her  back  to  him  as  she  peels  the  mint  green - blue  gloves  from  her  slender  hands,   leans  on  the  sink  counter  to  turn  on  the  faucet.          ❛     but  what  would  i  know,   right  ?     i’m  cooped  up  in  here  all  day,   i  don’t  get  the  freshest  gossip  on  our  commanding  officers’  lives.     ❜

@feralaim     /     THREE  WORD  MEME     /     STILL  ACCEPTING  !

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@feralaim & @revengebound the squad

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Protective sentence starters??  // @ryuuborg , @feralaim & @shortstoutandswedish

          Angela had been on the fence ever since the opportunity to join Overwatch had risen. To put it shortly there were many things she didn’t like about the organisation. Their approach to conflict, the political views that surrounded Overwatch, it heavily clashed with her own. Even when she had decided to take the job, she went through great difficulty to not cause any trouble with her negative opinions. Someone who would rather swallow her own blood than her pride, it really was difficult.

              Did everything have to be resolved by violence? A question that was stuck on repeat in her mind, a question that made her bones ache. She wishes she could answer that question with two letters with every ounce of her being. As time passed, mission after mission, she found herself on the other side of the fence. Away from Overwatch. Was what they were doing really good? Was what she was doing good? Anxiety was brewing. Apprehension left her distracted.  She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t focus even on the battlefield.

             The Doctor wasn’t one for hesitating under stressful situations but the pressure of whether she was doing the right thing was making her buckle. Her Caduceus staff seemed to be ten times heavier than it usually was, even her grip on it was slipping, in the middle of danger. All she could hear was her own heartbeat drowning out the sounds of bullets and civilians screaming. Her eyes widened at the sight of a bullet grazing the ground beside her feet, knocking her back straight back into reality. 

              This isn’t the time Angela. Pull yourself together. 

          That’s all she could think of till a flurry of familiar voices met her ears.  ‘ Stay behind me. ‘  Weary eyes soon lay upon the backs of her comrades, Genji, Reyes, Torbjörn. They were protecting her? Even when it was her fault for faltering? Suddenly there was a lump in her throat. She had almost overlooked her entire purpose here. The people she was supposed to be protecting were being her shield right now. That only made her feel worst, but she’d just have to scold herself later. 

        ‘ Sorry for the inconvenience I’ve caused. Let’s get through this together, ‘ Angela reassured forcing her grip around Caduceus to tighten. ‘ I’ve got your backs. ‘ She was going to make sure everyone was okay, that was why she was here, she was going to make sure they all went back together. Thank you. 

[therichkid-blog1]

feralaim said:

Oh my lovers spat

what. u wanna fucken fight too old man?

[visorshot-a]

[text] do me a favor i want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us.

{ text meme | accepting }

[ text: Gabe ] You’re exasperating, you know that?[ text: Gabe ] At least let me finish what I’m working on right now.

[flashbang-up]

listen, you're so amazing and i love your mccree and i swear one day ill clear out my drafts and we will do things.

⎡ !! than k you so much omfg;;7;;

i ??? adore your reaper and honestly when y’all followed me back i told my friend excitedly because i was happy

i look forward to it!! aaaa thanks again! you’re rad tbh :’) ⎦

[artificebcdy-blog]

Tell me ghjhgjgh

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you              [ x  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[ x  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes        [  ] Most certainly not.          [ x  ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [ x ] Adorable         [ x ] Attractive        [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [ x ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence         [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [   ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company           [ x ] Comforting [  ]  Unable to be lived without                           [ x ] Trustworthy

[hardlightd]

the grave cannot hold me.        //          for @feralaim

[sombrc]

           ❛     And you really think it’s best to go in without me getting into the systems first ?  Maybe you’re losing your touch, Gabi.  I mean Reaper.  Or maybe there’s something else.     ❜  Not that she cares one way or the other what he thinks of her.  It’s all just a game to her anyways.  How to get under everyone’s skin and achieve what she wanted.  She knew the moment she stepped foot into this ... group, that she’d never fully earn their trust.  Especially not his, nor the sniper’s, but there was more than one way to have someone drop their guard just enough to let her in.   (  @feralaim  )

[visorshot-a]

lightly drops url if i may

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// *screams into the abyss*

i admire you very much and tbh i was so shocked when you liked my starter call?? i thought it must have been a mistake lmao. your reaper is so on point, like god damn, he just is reaper. plus, your writing is just flawless. i’m very excited to start interacting with you more, and if you’d like, i’d be happy to chat ooc!! you seem like such a chill person and i’d love to talk to you or even just listen to your headcanons or whatever. i just think you’re great all around and i’m honored that you want to interact with me and my 76!! feel free to send in all the memes you want and ask for threads or anything, i’m game for like 20 threads with the same person LOL

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@feralaim x

“ -- Reaper. “ Angela’s voice was stable, gripping her staff. His CODENAME fit, calling him by his former name didn’t seem to fall easily off her tongue.

“ What have you done ? “

[flashbang-up]

Gabriel snagged the beanpole of a runt by the scruff of his shirt, snarling in his face. He was fucking /seething/. "You want to tell me just what the hell you were doing? A stupid excuse better not be comin' outta your mouth, because don't test me, boy, I'll send you packin'. They like your type in prison."

         Jesse would have started cursing under his breath – in Spanish, mind you, for covertness – if A) Reyes wasn’t Reyes, and B) Reyes wasn’t Reyes.

         So instead he found himself squirming under his Commander’s heavy glare, “Boss-” he began, mind racing. He really didn’t want to test him. Not today, anyway. Any smart-aleck remarks he had at the ready died in his throat nigh immediately. There were no excuses, and no easy way to get out of this… unless someone struck him down right where he stood at that moment.

         Keeping that in mind for a plan D, he wondered vaguely if an apology would lessen the blow: “’m sorry.”

[revengebound]

"Goodnight, Golden-Boy."

             IT ISN’T OFTEN THAT THE TWO FIND TIME FOR ONE ANOTHER NOWADAYS  —  they aren’t in the Soldier Enhancement Program, the two do not share a room anymore, and with Jack Morrison assuming his role as Strike-Commander of Overwatch, well, he barely has time for anyone nowadays. So when Gabriel storms into Jack’s office  “  requesting  ”  that he take a goddamn break once in a fucking blue moon ( as he so eloquently put it ) so the two could catch the evening’s basketball game together, he acquiesced, barely having enough time to push his work aside before Gabriel drags him into the lounge.

             The two sit on the couch, so close that their thighs brush against each other with every slight movement they make, the scene very reminiscent of their SEP days. Jack manages to stay awake for the majority of the game, the constant cheers & yells from his companion enough to startle him whenever he feels his eyelids drooping, but near the end of the game his posture slumps, head sinking until it lands upon Gabriel’s shoulder. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep on his good friend ( for hanging out with him again was pleasant ), but he has not slept in only lord knows how long, Gabriel’s warm & comforting presence facilitating his falling asleep.

             He does not hear Gabriel’s comment, for he is in dreamland at that point, though there is a slight curling of his lips as he finds himself at peace. 

different ways to say ‘i love you’ | no longer accepting | for @feralaim​

[artificebcdy-blog]

♡♡!!! HEART EYES MOTHERFUCKER

YOUR IDEAS CONSTANTLY GIVE ME JOY YOU KNOW

[wakairyuu]

feralaim replied to your post: So I got my new tarantula. Not sure on a name yet....

Mr slips

MR SLIPS THATS SO CUTE

[laveusa-a-blog]

Much respect for your extensive knowledge. Much much respect. Your headcanons are a trip and a pleasure to read.

THANK YOU SO MUCH….. this honestly made me smile so big and completely made my day. thank you so much and i’m so glad you enjoy them !!!!!!!!!!