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[imagine-writes-again]

YAAAASSSSS. THANK YOU FOR THE WRAITH WRITING. Even if you say it wasnt good enough I still loved it. Please get well and keep writing ❤

thank you <3

it means a lot to me, and I’m trying my best to be okay or work towards being okay at least!

Hope you all are doing well too! <33

[imagine-writes-again]

Wraith from apex and new legend reader slowly falling in love with each other? ;w;

Sorry for the long wait! It’s been really hard to focus due to some personal reasons. I’m sorry if it isn’t as good, I still want to write, it’s just really hard right now.

Within the Games, Wraith was known for her mysterious abilities and her winrate. Though she did not receive the same amount of fanfare as legends like Mirage, she was still a familiar legend to all who participated and watched the Games. 

It was the start of your career as a legend when you met Wraith. By chance you were put into a squad with her. Met with her aloofness, you were cautious while interacting with her. She was in no way ostensibly rude, but she was quiet other than a few words. Knowing that she, with more experience and skill, would bring the squad to victory, you were careful when speaking to her. 

Considering Wraith and you were returning competitors, every so often you’d be squadmates with her again. The more time you spent fighting alongside her, you began to notice the inklings of emotion that she could scarcely express in her voice. You felt as though there was more than conscious restraint in her reserved demeanor. It sparked curiosity in you. You saw that she became more easy in your presence. It was only from familiarity, or so you told yourself. You admired her as a teammate and a rival. In like manner, you began to develop a little crush on her. 

Every match you were entering, something inside you hoped you would be placed to fight alongside her again, to get a window to exchange more than a few words with her. You felt it silly how you wished to become closer to the fellow legend. She seemingly kept her relationship with other competitors professional, acquaintances at the furthest. You doubted you would even become a casual friend to her. 

When you were lucky enough to be on the same squad as her, words of encouragement slowly became light conversation with each match. In the moments she and you were alone, her voice began to deviate from its usual monotonous tone, filling with more emotion. 

Farewells after games grew longer and longer. Commenting on each other’s performance spilled into talking about what either of you liked about the Games, leading to the states of your lives outside of the sport. Granted she didn’t speak much or give many details about herself, she enjoyed listening to you to talk. It became increasingly hard to part ways until the next match each time.

As time progressed you found yourself seeking her out at the entrance to the Games, to see if she was participating or to check up on her. Though you wanted to blame your interest in her on the success being on a team together would bring, you were using it as an excuse to talk to her. Before long the two of you became acquainted enough to begin entering together. Trusting in each other’s abilities, she and you would regularly form a squad with the addition of another legend who had entered alone.

In between games, you missed her presence, looking forward to the next match just to be near her again. Idle moments had you dreaming about when you’d see her next, leading to thoughts of if you were more than regular teammates with her. Still, you quickly dismissed the fantasies you deemed too far fetched to come true. 

Within the confines of the ring, she and you began working seamlessly together. Either of you always had an eye out for the other. In moments of calm, there were times where you’d catch her staring at you. She never made a fuss about being caught, and you hate to admit you loved the way she looked at you. 

When it came to asking her out, you did so in a friendly manner after another match fighting alongside her. You quickly explained it was for the sake of discussing future games fighting together. From this instance, it became routine for you to meet her between games in the guise of speaking about more formal matters. Both of you knew it was a mere excuse to see her as conversation would always drift to other topics. Over time, these meeting spots would become more intimate and more often. Slowly, as she showed her true colors, you realized you needed her as much as she needed you.

[imagine-writes-again]

idk if I'm late to the party but at first I didnt think I'd like loba because I was like "whys she have to be connected to revenet? why cant we go back to the octane/wattson days?" but then I saw the trailer and all the SKINS and I, a straight female, thought to myself, hot lady can step on me.

I think a lot of us want to be stepped on by Loba, she is very, very, very hot

[imagine-writes-again]

Sombra: “Where’d you get that tech, chica?”

[stupidnoobofficial]

PSA

theres a new product by verzion called “hum” that allows your parents to track your car and places you go, if your parents are controlling like mine please check under your steering wheel to make sure that they havent installed this

[selfcarereminders]

here is what it looks like installed:

you can read more about it here, and here- this excerpt sums up what information Hum will send: 

“a car’s owner will be able to get notified on their phone when the vehicle leaves a pre-determined area or drives faster than a set speed… [Hum] will enable location tracking and a driving log, which measures travel times, engine idle times, and average speeds.” 

[misangremellama]

People in abusive relationships, please check your cars.

[misangremellama]

DO NOT TRY TO UNPLUG IT BY YOURSELF!

[tassiekitty]

To add to this nightmare, I’ve just heard of a thing called ForceField where people get to monitor and block internet sites that you’re going on if they don’t approve.

It tells the user what sites/apps you’re going on, for how long you’re on them, and WHERE YOU ARE ON AN UPDATING MAP.

So you know if you’re in an abusive household and use sites like tumblr to escape and talk to friends, you could be cut off from that.

They say “it’s not spyware” but it sure sounds controlling and creepy to me.

[lazygeckoknightintraining]

signalboost

[harpuiaa]

God. Fuck. That’s scary.

[everywitchway-deactivated201905]

Life 360 is another tracker. My parents have used it on me, not allowing me to delete it from my phone, and sometimes even demanding selfies to prove I was where the map said. (As if I’d go anywhere without my phone)

[beerune]

SpectorPro is another one. Afaik it can’t track location, but it takes screenshots roughly every 20sec to allow the installer to watch a video of your computer activity. It also tracks all keystrokes, so passwords aren’t safe, and records any website you visit + the duration. It’s incredibly creepy and a huge violation of privacy, and was one of the cornerstones of my abuse as a kid.

[sugarseros-deactivated20221026]

even if you’re not in an abusive relationship/family, please spread this because you might have just saved someone’s life

[galaxynix]

Idk if anyone has made this post yet, but friendly reminder that season 5 is being dropped during a global pandemic (that is, yes, still a major thing even in May). Please be glad that we got an update at all even if you're sad that we didn't get a new weapon or the changes aren't your cup of tea! And don't be angry if things can't be patched instantaneously, Respawn is composed of humans! Thank you! ^^

[mmthemayoarts]

Loba today! ( and RIP to Octane in that last trailer )

[w3keuppearl]

[apex-star-deactivated20201125]

HOOOOOOLY

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT

[wraithofthevoid]

Damn, y’all really do be out here mourning the loss of skull town more than when we lost bridges back in season 2, idk what’s the real tragedy here 😔🤟🏼

[feywildfox]

What an ABSOLUTELY bad assed shot like?????? The slooooow pan, the zoom in, the way the legends are all sat there watching, wondering who this inavder is. Like just goddamn GOLD

[blueneotix-deactivated20210820]

So no head?

[allvitendes-blog]

<3 amazing

[imagine-writes-again]

bless

[mavidia]

“I am a thief…and a good one at that.”

Full Resolution

[seerofmike]

[imagine-writes-again]

I hope you and your loved ones are doing well during this depressing time 💜 Can i request a fluff piece with Junkrat? The reader is the younger sister of the JunkerQueen and Junkrat has always liked her but she wasnt allowed to be near him. One day, she sneaks out to find him and Junkrat does the same. They find each other and he gets all nervous and confesses so she kisses him and she' s like "lets run away together" and he obliges happily :3

We’re holding on! I haven’t been very motivated, but I’m trying to get myself to write at least a bit every day!

A/N: I wrote an entire thingy but I misunderstood this post so this is the second try!

In Junkertown, Junkrat was notorious for having a big mouth. You always watched him from afar, too shy to approach him. For his rowdiness, it wasn’t difficult to find him. At times, you found yourself going to where you knew he would be just to catch a glimpse of him. 

As soon as your sister caught wind of Junkrat’s “treasure”, she told you to keep away as she planned to sweat the details out of him. She wanted you nowhere near him, saying he was too unpredictable and possibly more dangerous than most. You obeyed her wishes. Considering the nature of her scheme, it wouldn’t be wise to be in the radius of him.

On the night of the bar brawl, you could hear the commotion from the fight. There weren’t many details your sister gave you when she returned with her beaten men. It may have been selfish, but you wondered when you could see him again, if you could ever see him again. Though you haven’t spoken more than a few words to the Junker, you took a liking to him.

You didn’t see him for weeks. As you heard talk about Junkrat and Roadhog being seen not far from the edges of Junkertown, you missed the airiness you felt at the sight of him. When your curiosity got the better of you, you devised a plan to see if the rumors were true.

Moving through the Scrapyard as an evening patrol passed, a measure to keep the wanted ex-Junkers out of the town, you hoped the creaking of the arena would cover the sound of your steps. Through the rooms and rusted walkways, you successfully sneaked down to the foot of the Junkertown sign. The boisterous residents of the nearby houses would not be able to detect you over their own racket. You walked briskly, nearing two bridged houses. 

A dull clang had you startled. You whipped your head around, crouching down with your side to the wall. The shadow of a very tall hunched over man became clearer as he neared the wall opposite to you. You felt the thrumming of your pulse in your chest, its beat gaining volume in your ears. You prepared to run or fight, placing a hand over your weapon and getting into a more stable stance. Your eyes were set on shadow, darting to the person that cast it as he turned the corner. Before you could process who it was, you stepped towards the other direction, wanting to sprint. 

“Wait!” They called out, a voice you had heard before, but couldn’t place. You turned around, still unsure if this encounter would entail a fight. Your eyes looked up to see Junkrat coming towards you. He stood with his hands up, palms clearly in your view. Relaxing, you straightened your posture. “Ain’t you the chick that always gawked at me.” He blurted. 

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Despite your embarrassment, you kept your eyes on him. His lips tried to form words, but he made no sound. “Th-The Queen’s sister, you,” Junkrat continued, easing into his usual slouch. “I-I was looking for you.” He couldn’t look you in the eyes, but he made no effort to mince his words. Taken off guard, your breath caught in your throat.

“I always liked you.” His abashed face was an adorable sight. The moment felt as though you were in slow motion. You smiled, taking his cheek in your hand. He flinched out of surprise, but followed along, letting you pull his face downwards. You pecked his cheek.

Pulling away, you could see his stunned expression and his hand raise to touch the spot you kissed. “Let’s get out of here for good.” You said plainly. 

It took a second for him to comprehend what you proposed. “Yes!” He fist pumped in celebration, grinning. Junkrat, leading you to his camp with Roadhog, ran his mouth a mile a minute. In your heart, you thankful that you found each other that night.

[imagine-writes-again]

Got a request: Wraith, Bangalore, Wattson, and Lifeline with childhood friend s/o.

I love the apex girls! And women in general

Bangalore, Wattson, Lifeline

Wraith

Renee was always reserved, even when she was young. Quiet and observant, it took time for her to relax a little when she met others. She was bright, and would come out of her shell, laughing and smiling with everyone else. Once, she always confided in you, wondered where you were when she couldn’t see you. It was routine for you two to pass time together, talking, doing dumb stunts.

One day, she disappeared. The spot where you two would meet was vacant. The first few days of her absence, you assumed that she was grounded. Days passed, then weeks, you missed her so terribly, it broke your heart. Not knowing where she was, what state she was in, your mind couldn’t leave it alone. Months passed, there were days where you didn’t think about her, other days memories of her made your heart ache. Now, years passed, and you had convinced yourself you had accepted the fact that you may never see her again.

Life went on, you only thought of her once in a while. Early one weekend, you woke up to someone furiously knocking at your door. You hopped out of bed, grabbing something random to put on. You opened the door. A small framed woman stands before you. 

Something about her features tells you you’ve seen her before. “.. A-Are you Y/n?..” Her own eyes wide, she felt the same strange familiarity. You were baffled at how she knew your name. Still, you answered a quick yes. Your eyebrows furrowed, staring at her face, wanting to make sense of your gut feeling. “It’s Renee, y/n.” She said, astonished that she had found you. Tears filled your eyes, memories flooding into your brain. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around her. She stiffened, then relaxed, but not melting into you. You pulled away, afraid that you’ve frightened her. You both mumbled a bit of an awkward apology. 

Inviting her in, she explained what had happened. She was captured by people affiliated with the IMC, vaguely mentioned she was made into an experiment, and the farfetched tale of how she escaped. Her memories started resurfacing, you were a large part of what happy memories she had retained. At long last she had found you. You took her in, she had become a vagabond after her escape.

She finally had a place to rest, and you watched her get better every day. First, there were inklings of her old self. She slowly healed from the abuse at the hands of scientists. Her personality shone through her usual disposition more and more. What bond you had with her when you were young was renewed. 

Wraith’s past still haunts her, but she is forever grateful that you support her and pulled her through becoming herself again. Both of you grew closer to each other, lingering more when you’d touch each other. As Renee began to participate in the games, you found yourself pausing saying a simple goodbye and good luck. You knew what your heart wanted, but you didn’t want to ruin what you had with her. 

Months, and your routine of telling her farewell stayed the same until you mustered just enough courage to call her name as she turned to walk away. She stopped in her tracks, sensing the urgency in your voice. You couldn’t get your mouth to form the words you so wanted to tell her. 

“I love you too.” Renee said as she walked towards you, words you never thought the often stoic woman would say to you. She trusted the voices this time, but she always trusted what she felt for you. You were frozen in shock, taking a long moment to realize how she knew. It felt as though it happened so quickly. Her hand softly cradled your cheek, her lips met your other cheek. She whispered a little goodbye against your lips. You stuttered a reply. Before you knew it, she had gone off on her way to the arena. 

When she returned from the match, with a spot on the first place squad as usual, you chastised her for how incredibly cheesy what she did was. Your heart was content nonetheless. The love of your life, someone you had known for so long was finally yours and forever yours.

[imagine-writes-again]

And the set is finished!