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[imagined-tales]

By:  peggyporschenofficial

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Hello mother are you still alive

I am, just... Dealing with a lot. Busy job, my parents divorcing and me subsequently losing my home all in one day, it's just- it's been a rollercoaster ride. I'll get through it, I'm certain everything will turn out alright, but my head is too much of a mess to write at the moment.

I appreciate you checking up on me though! I hope you're doing well and that you're healthy, loved and don't forget to rest well and stay hydrated. It's been a crazy year for us all, so my love goes out to you <3

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So I found this old snippet that was supposed to be the start of a reader x Reaper fic, but I long forgot the plot and never finished it. Still liking what little I wrote, so I'm posting it here.

He had this look that made you wonder just how many people he's killed - and a grin that made you realize he's lost count long ago.

Your father had always warned you.

"Never trust a survivor," he said, "until you find out what he did to stay alive."

Words spoken out of wisdom, words you had never found use for. Until now. You looked up at him, to the man who relished in the sight of fear and blood on your face. For a moment it seemed like time stood still. The cold breeze stung on your hot skin, burnt your lungs that must've had nails in them from how every breath pierced you. Your heart beat feverishly against your ribs; yet he seemed unfazed by it all, bored even.

He bent down, picked up his mask, and put it back on like nothing ever ripped it off.

You didn't quite know what caused him to pick up his guns and leave, but you damn well knew that you thanked god for whatever fate he had just protected you from.

"Death is the only god that answers when called - so don't come knocking on my door again."

Black mist fills your vision, clouds your head. When it is gone, so is he.

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Well, lemme know when it's fixed so maybe we can play together someday^^

Aw thanks love, I appreciate it! Even after a longer hiatus I'm still utterly and completely in love with the characters and the lore behind the game, so I'm slowly picking up writing again. Any words of encouragement mean the world to me❤

Hi I’m your daughter now you’re stuck with me

Aw hello honey, how was your day? Anything you want for dinner?

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Hi I’m your daughter now you’re stuck with me

Aw hello honey, how was your day? Anything you want for dinner?

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Ashe and McCree both vying for reader’s attention? Can be headcannon or story! Maybe an alt results/endings for reader choosing Ashe over McCree and McCree over Ashe?

Soooo.... Guess who's posting again after a long, long while. Slowly dipping my toes back into this blog with this one; should I keep on writing?

When they've taken a liking to you, you'll know it.

Mccree is open, flirtatious, smooth and experienced. He knows his cards and how to play 'em; no wonder the rumors about him always getting what he wants. As deadly as those eyes can be once they've locked unto a target, such can be of less murderous nature as well. As aloof as this one makes himself out to be, his intellect is to be reckoned with. Because Mccree is calculating. He observes from afar long before he makes it known that you caught his eye - a strategic move, for it allowed him to get to know you in a relaxed state. How you spoke to others, what made you smile and frown, by the time those eyes are fixated on you with that signature smirk, he's chosen his battle plan wisely.

But who would be thrilled to know they've been watched?

No one, and so it shall stay his guilty little secret. Oh, you wonder how he knew your favourite drink, colour or hobby? Just hearsay, don't worry hun. A wild guess he'll say, or perhaps you mentioned it off handedly. Gets him a compliment about how attentive he is, a smile, perhaps a laugh even; a win for him. In that same sneaky manner will he have a word with someone in the back room, making them swallow teeth as a lesson not to get to close to you. Look, you're not interested, alright? Better stop the shenanigans before he gets really serious. Deal? Deal. You'd never know. You'd never know of the cold glares he threw to anyone looking at you a tad too flirty, how harsh he gripped their neck as he lead them away from a chat with you, all in the name of "work". Deadlock matters, very important, very secretive. Mccree will gladly take their spot now that they have to attend to more important issues.

That's as far as his defense goes. His offence? Sultry. Enough to let you know he wants something from you, yet not enough to have you know what he wants. Gotta keep 'em on their toes, eh? It'll be an invite to the shooting range. His personal battlefield, one where he can shake his head at you aiming and insisting on correcting your mistakes. Look at how wrongly you've positioned yourself, how you clutch the gun too tight; a gloved hand on your hip, the other around your hands. His chest presses to your back, you can feel his hot breath to your ear, and yet- "Concentrate.", a scold.

Word goes around that Mccree's got his eyes on you, that you're under his protection. Nobody would be stupid enough to risk themselves being at his mercy. Except for... Her.

Ashe.

The fearless leader of the Deadlock, and the only one who can hold that deadly glare and equal it with her own. Of course it had to be her. A pissed off groan from Mccree once he sees through her intentions. What he thought was easy game now turned into a much more serious and complicated matter; no relaxing now, not when she's entered the game. So he grows more daring. Mccree's all about pysical contact, nicknames, taking you out to fancy dates sponsored by the gang's last heist.

Ashe prides herself in a more classy, controlled approach. She's not as boisterous as Mccree, doesn't push her boundaries with you, and counts on the tactic of giving you space; something she hopes will draw you to her. You will soon find certain... Priviledges within the gang. Just for you. Could be a bigger percentage of the last heist, or perhaps she gifts you a piece of jewellry stolen from the finest maker known; her approaches are thought through 'till the smallest detail. Her tone is relaxed, her pose confident and her eyes say but one thing:

I want you.

Ashe is very well aware of what an aura she carries. That same aura that had enticed so many before, yet she kept no interest for them - but you are different. You are the one she dresses up for when BOB gives you a message of hers to meet her in her private quarters of a late night drink. That silky black dress hugged her curves as if it were made for her. Chances are, it is, that she threatened one of the best designers into making it for her. Would you like a glass of whiskey? Please, relax; she didn't call you to give one of her rumored punishments, but to have a lazy chat. Whatever topic you like, and if it were a more... Carnal one, she wouldn't object.

Aside from that, you will find yourself in her office more and more, for Ashe's trust in you grew. She values your opinions, validates your strengths and helps your voice be heard. Something that is a feat to achieve for anyone but her in this rowdy gang. Not only your opinions are of value to her - you are as well, and she'll have you know that she places a great deal of trust in you.

A rivaly that could've never ended pretty.

You have their hearts bound to your hip by delicate threads, and you have the power to shatter both.

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Well would ya know, I sprained my right wrist. Typing this w one hand, and it's exhausting. Won't be able to write for some time anyways, I'm afraid...

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I’m so glad to here that. Well when you do start again please do message me I would love to read more of your work.

That's very kind of you! I'll do my best to remember you, dear anon. Right now there's a lot to worry about and to sort out, but once I can catch a break I'll give all of this more thought.

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When will requests open again? Also do you accept yandere requests?

Hey! Thanks for the ask, I haven't posted in god knows how long. It's been a helluva ride, this thing we call life, and tbh I don't have as much time as I used to. Perhaps I'll get back to writing again though, your ask really touched me. Is that weird? Lol

To answer your question though, yes, I do take Yandere requests. There's little that I don't write, and if there's any questions or unclarities I'm happy to answer any questions you might have.

I don't know when or how I'll be posting again, and most importantly, IF, but just know I'm definitely considering it, and it's because of all your continued support even during my hiatus.

I don't know how to thank you properly, all I have to offer are words right now, but if I do come back, I'll make sure to repay you all with lots of writing again.:)

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Can you make more alpha mcree with his s/o please. It can be cute or more. I'm not picky

Requests are closed, it says it right there on the top of my blog. Feel free to request again once they're openend.

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If you’re European, in a couple of weeks you will be denied any and all access to fandom contents on Tumblr and everywhere else on the internet. Here’s why.

On June, 20th the JURI of European Parliament approved of the articles 11 and 13 of the new Copyright Law. These articles are also known as the “Link Tax” and the “Censorship Machines” articles.

Articles 13 in particular forces every internet platform to filter all the contents we upload online, ending once and for all the fandom culture. Which means you won’t be able to upload any type of fandom works like fan arts, fan fictions, gif sets from your favourite films and series, edits, because it’s all copyrighted material. And you won’t also be able to share, enjoy or download other’s contents, because the use of links will be completely restricted.

But not everything’s lost yet. There’s another round of voting scheduled for the early days of July.

What you can do now to save our internet, is to share these informations with all of your family members and friends, and to ask to your MEP (the members of the European Parliament from your country) to vote NO at the next round, to vote against articles 11 and 13.

Here you can find more news and all the details to contact your MEP:

https://saveyourinternet.eu

Also, sign and share this petition:

https://www.change.org/p/european-parliament-stop-the-censorship-machinery-save-the-internet?recruiter=50668942&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=psf_combo_share_initial

We have just a couple of weeks to stop this complete madness, don’t let them dictating the way we enjoy our internet.

#SaveYourInternet now!

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Widow gets stuck with a new recruit who’s task is to keep enemies from getting too close to the snipers location. Despite Widow’s usual demeanor the recruit is pretty content and takes her attitude in stride. What’s our sniper think about this arrangement? What are the other Talon agents making of this?

That was a hella nice request dear anon!

• Widow uses her attitude to keep those away who are not deterred by the rumours surrounding her. The less she has to deal with others, the better.

• She is used to working alone and wouldn't have it any other way. Those tasked to protect her before were mere pawns to Talon, no noteworthy individuals. They changed after each mission anyways.

• Having her higher ups assign her a permanent partner is... Unusual to say the least. She almost frowns at the news.

• Widowmaker follows all orders given to her. That does not mean she'll be any nicer to you though - you wish for her to respect you, view you as her equal? Prove your worth and then she might consider.

• Her cold and ungracious harshness mixed with her famous indifference has scared off everyone before. She is merely honest ( and perhaps a bit cynical).

• But whatever she throws at you is met with stride and it manages to throw her off, if only a bit.

• She figured you had long whined to your higher ups about wanting a new job but to her surprise you seem content with your tasks.

• Hm, no matter. She'll just ignore you then, execpt for necessities.

• You just keep on surprising her! Someone in this damned base is actually good at what they do? The sniper is used to dealing with nuisances herself on countless occassions - the base really cannot afford trained personell, huh? - but with you at her side... Nothing.

• It's strange to have someone to rely on but not unwelcome. To her own dismay she relies on you much quicker than she thought she would.

• Widowmaker has to be honest with herself: She trusts and respects you. To some extent.

• For once she is not openly displeased about her partner and appears much more accepting, as if she never had a problem in the first place.

• Reaper couldn't care less. He's just glad that that's one less problem to take care of.

• Sombra cannot keep her nose out of other peoples business, already way ahead. She's hacked into your personal files and downloaded every bit of information there is to find about you, dangling it in front of Widowmaker like a tasty treat.

• Widow pretends she does not need such information and that she is most certainly not interested. Sombra got her hooked though.

• In a quiet moment Widow reads through your file carefully. Somehow, something about you reminds her of herself.

• Is it your imagination playing tricks on you or is the sniper actually warming up to you? It's barely noticeable, but it's progress nonetheless. Maybe you two can get along after all.

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Reblogging this over here too just in case.

Short PSA

I never felt the need to say this,  recently however I’ve had quite a few people following me I do not wish to have on my blog. So let me set this straight:

If you discriminate against any kind of race, religion or gender I will block you.

I do not want any Trump supporters, anti vaxxers or white supremacists on my blog. If you support such ideals then you can fuck right off. It doesn’t take much not to be an asshole - educate yourself before you post.

This blog is a safe zone.

And if you threaten to make it even just a bit unsafer you are not welcome.

Unfollow me now or be blocked.

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Maybe some Ashe with a werewolf fem s/o? I dunno, I think it would be funny. The little adventures they might have.

Done and done! I love those kinda au's so keep 'em coming!

• Ashe wasn't onblivious to the fact that something about you was different in a way she couldn't describe. After all those years of working with questionable characters she knew when someone was hiding something.

• When you joined Deadlock there was no reason to object - you proofed yourself a worthy member, and the other members did not notice anything off about you.

• Ashe has secretly kept a close eye on you, judging and evaluating your every move. Your sharpened senses did not fail to notice.

• Time went on and the gang trusted you as one of their own. You were capable and pulled of feats they couldn't, earning you a respectable reputation. Ashe's defenses went down, though not by much.

• A trained eye could easily make out that you didn't quite fit in, and when you got called into her quarters you assumed the worst.

• She questioned you with a stern gaze. Who were you? What were you hiding? Would you turn out to be a possible danger to the Deadlock?

• Somehow you managed to convince her of your innocence. Yes, you had a secret you couldn't tell, but so did everyone here, didn't they? You meant no harm, and she believed you. Needless to say you were relieved.

• Slowly but surely she let her defenses down, until she treated you like every other member. You continued to stun the gang with your skills and soon Ashe started to trust you more than the others.

• After an especially grand heist the gang was allowed to party and drink to their hearts content. You didn't quite participate; a full moon was rising and you made sure everyone was smashed enough not to notice you absence.

• Coincidentally Ashe took the liberty of a late night ride on her beloved motorcycle when she spotted you. For a moment she doubted herself, thinking that the booze might have caused her to hallucinate, but she knew what she saw. You turned into a goddamn werewolf.

• She never believed such stories as a child and struggled to do now. So were called into her private quarters once again. This time she didn't stop interrogating you until you absolutely had to spill.

• It was an awkward talk and you ended up telling her about your past: How you were chased away from your home, your family hunted down after being found out. For a long time you wandered until you stumbled upon the Deadlock, a new possible home for you. A place to be safe.

• In that moment you reminded her of herself - lonely, seeking a family, never quite belonging whereever you went. She allowed you to stay and promised to keep your secret.

• After the initial shock wore off Ashe grew much closer to you. Perhaps because she found solace in knowing someone had endured what she had to, even if only small parts of your pasts could be compared to one another. You, on the other hand, learned to trust her over the course of time.

• Mutual respect bloomed into something more.

• At some point there was no denying that you loved her. And she loves you.

• Neither of you act on your feelings though and your relationship becomes a bit messy. Ashe distanced herself from you and it hurt; but in the end she realised what she had done. A hefty fight and two emotional confessions later and it was no secret anymore: The boss of the Deadlock was madly in love with you.

• Some grunts heard the conversation - seeing as it was impossible not to with the volume of your heated voices - and the news spread like a wildfire.

• Many of them congratulated you. Other didn't care. Some cheered for they had won bets, others shed a tear as they paid.

• Ashe was as embarassed no one had ever witnessed her and punished the whole gang. Doubles chores for the next few months.

• You were a respected member before, but now that you were Ashes significant other? They treat you like a queen. (A certain someone made sure that they do)

• Of course it takes some time for her to get used to the werewolf aspect of you, but oh boy is it worth it. Not only was Ashe well known already, but after she made an appearance with a wolf at her side, she was feared more than ever.

• You can't stand that the media portrayed you as a tamed puppy, but Ashe laughed at your pout and enveloped you in a passionate kiss.

• Mccree sure was surprised to encounter you when trying to convince Ashe not to rob that one bank. She still laughs at the memory of his face to this day.

• Cuddling sessions are the best! She loves to cradle you when in human form or bury herself in your fur.

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"You can't refuse to take your medicine forever," she nagged you, a displeased scowl evident in her tone. Your eyes glistened with determination and disgust. No way you were gonna drink any of that green, bitter substance Angela called medicine. It was just a cold. Nothing unusual. Sure, your head throbbed like hell, your throat was dry and itchy, you were sweating and freezing at the same time and your nostrils barely allowed you to breathe, but that was bound to go away sooner or later.

"I will get better soon, with or without medicine," you exclaimed, followed by a serious of dry coughs.

The doctor was seated on a chair in front of your bed, close enough to comfort you, but not close enough to get sick herself. She rocked in her chair, clearly thinking about her next move. Slip it into your drink? No, that wouldn't do - surely you would be wary enough to smell the fraud a mile away. Promise a reward? Small chance it would work, but the reward would have to be extremely special. Perhaps trick you into taking another medicine? Even smaller chance of success.

You took a long sip of your favourite hot beverage, soothing the scratchiness in your throat just enough to speak up again.

"Don't even try to think of any tricks. I know you better than anyone Angela - you can't deceive me." A proud wolfish grin graced your lips, eyes twinkling with the confidence of a winner. You were right. There was nothing she could do to make you drink that medicine and you were standing your ground. All her sweet words and alluring promises had lost their magic, and Angela was at her wits end, so why wasn't she giving up already?

"You know," she began, the traitorous smirk and a devilish tone suddenly making you precarious, "I haven't tried everything yet. Perhaps there is a method to get you to take your medicine after all?"

The emphasis on every word made you question what she had in mind; she seemed so confident that you couldn't help but shoot her a suspicious look.

She then proceeded to sit on your bed, open the bottle, take a big swig and before you had time to react she pressed her lips unto yours, enveloping you in a deep, passionate kiss. Stunned and lost in the moment, you conscious only returned to you when she broke the kiss.

"You tricked me!"

Appalled by her actions, perhaps even blushing ever so slightly, you quickly sought for your drink to wash away the bitter taste of the medicine.

"I can't believe you betrayed me like this..."

But Angela didn't respond, a mischievous giggle filling the air as she pet your head.

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I love your blog it's absolutely amazing!❤ lately my mental state has been kinda rough so could I ask for a short headcannon idea or story about how Pharah or Mercy would help a reader who is struggling with overstimulation problems. Like currently I'm im college and everything has just been too MUCH lately. The window screams in the wind, the lights are too bright, the cafeteria is too loud, etc. I've kinda been shutting down lately. What do you think the girls would do to help out?

Thank you my child! I really wish you'll feel better soon, so I did both Mercy and Pharah - hope you enjoy. I did my research before writing this (as I always do) and included what seemed to help according to people who suffer from overstimulation himself. Perhaps it will help you.🖤

Mercy

The doctor is worried of course, but stays calm - she is a professional, after all. Whenver she can she will reduce the noise and activity around you, opting for a lazy day in bed over a visit to the cinema. Angela makes sure you're not alone whenever she can. Post - its on the fridge with a sweet message when she already left for work, reassuring murmurs when she gently combs your hair, reading to you and whatever you could wish for. Tell her what you need, and she'll gladly oblige! An important aspect is that you understand what's happening with your body and why it's happening. Once the momemt is right she'll sit you down and talk you through what you need to know in a soft voice. Whenever you want to finish a certain task even though you shouldn't, Angela will lull you away from the source of stress into her arms or the bed. Sleep is important, she reminds you. No chance she'll let you miss it under her care. A gentle yet commanding voice shoos away whatever demons may haunt you at the moment. So don't worry - she will make sure to take care of you as best as she can, with as much affection and attention as possible.

Pharah

Fareeha notices you're not feeling well, but doesn't know why. Talk to her and she'll support you as best as she can! Did you consult a doctor yet? She'll bring it up as a possible option, but won't force you to go. Additionally you'll be in for a an extended amount of fluff, solicitousness and love for as long as you need it - she'll make sure you take breaks from whatever stresses you out and pull you into a big, warm hug. Close your eyes, she tells you, and just breathe. Let her take care of this and go rest, she'll join you as soon as it's finished. Fareeha makes a tremendous effort to memorize what triggers your overstimulation and how to avoid said triggers, what to do when you happen to get overstimulated and how to calm you down again. Exercise could be helpful too, so perhaps you wish to join her on a morning jog through the park, when everything is still nice and quiet? She did read that that could help, but again, she won't force you. Fareeha might not always not what to do, how to help, and will make mistakes, especially in the beginning, but you can be sure you have someone considerate and supportive at your side. Besides, she'd always gladly demonstrate that she can protect and care for you.

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Requests are open!

I have exactly three requests left still, but those are almost finished and I feel ready for some more!

Read the rules or ask if you're not sure about anything and go ham in my inbox!