Inactive RP blog for Junkrat from Overwatch. Somewhat selective, selective-ship, crossover and OC friendly! Slightly canon divergent. No art belongs to me unless stated otherwise. Mun is 21+
does anyone else get mischievous joy out of being nice sometimes?
like “Haha, I knew you were going to be hungry so I got you your favorite food so I can surprise you with it being ready when you get here GOT YOU”
Oh yeah, sure, EVERYONE thinks it sounds “Fun” and “sexy” when I suggest we explore our bodies but the MOMENT I bring out my surgical kit everybody is a fucking coward suddenly????
Cue the drumroll! Metal and flesh hands take turns batting at the worktop. Tick watches with mild excitement, peering over the edge of the table from an awkward squatted position beside the Doc— a result of trying to sneak up unnoticed before bestowing the Gift of Can.
Congratulations, Docco! You’re now the proud owner of a can of crushed pineapple!
“Aw, damn! Ye got lucky! I’d’ve felt real bad if it ended up bein dog food again.”
A sealed can is slid across the workbench to Docco. Is it fruit? Maybe beans or some kind of stew? Dog food? Well ya won’t know til ya open it, cause it ain’t got a label, so it’s a fair chance of anything. The expiration date on the bottom has yet to arrive, which is a fair indicator that this was actually a fairly thoughtful gift. Enjoy!
A can? By the sound of it being pushed across the table’s surface it did not sound hallow and further confirming that was the weight to it as Junkenstein picked it up to examine.Overall it was inconspicuous in appearance. Best of all, the expiration date was indeed yet to pass. Which just left the question: What was inside?Tick gave him this. It could be a prank. It could also very well be a kind offer. Perhaps, strangely enough, a mix of both. “Danke.” Thanks were given as it was a gift but now… Time to open it with his recovered can opener to see just what was inside.
It’s a right beaut of a night to relax in the safety and comfort of the farmhouse.
What with it’s remote location; the multitude of defenses born of necessity, paranoia, and plain boredom; and the fact it no longer houses only the resident Hog and Rat, but up to five others at any given time... Well, you could assume it wouldn’t be hard to let one’s guard down for at least a short while. Too bad you can never truly do so in the Outback, but damn if this ain’t pretty darn close to such a possibility.
If only the stars were out... that might just top it all off.
"Hello! I am offering love advice for the unlovables! Stop walking! Walking is for unlovables... Instead, backflip and cartwheel around! It shows great strength! Babes love that!"
“Oh, I am VERY loved! Ya ain’t even gotta worry ‘bout that, ya sweet lil hamm-o! An’ even if I weren’t — if I was ta go flippin’ around ev’rywhere anyhow — I reckon it’d be far too hot to handle!”
“Much as I know yer right, an’ as much as I love anything and ev’rything ta do with fire, I don’t think Hoggie or Roo would much like me burnin’ the house down for Valley-Times Day.”