oi!

It's a perfect day for some mayhem.

[overwatch-grandma]

Oh?  Seems someone was finally coming to greet her now that she’d arrived.  he turned and raised a hand in greeting, taking a good look at the other.  Someone she’d never seen before, for sure.  She’d remember anyone that looked that ridiculous.  Looked like a bomb went off on top of his head from this distance.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat approached the older woman slowly. He wasn't in much of a rush to get back to the buildings, so he held his slow, wide gait until he wound up in front of the figure. He let the wrenches clink around inside of his bucket as he waved again. "Ey, g'evenin', how are ya and who are ya?" The demeanor of a friendly figure in his own ridiculous way--at least, that's what Lúcio and Hana told him to be.

[soltaabatida-blog]

Lúcio blinked a few times, his hand twitching when Jamison guided it away from it’s automatic task. At this point, he should honestly be above thinking like this, but it still felt odd how they shared these calm moments when either where prone to silence and understanding without clear words. Though that certainly made Junkrat more… interesting to him. ”Sorry man. Force of the habit, I guess. I’m still getting used to wearing these things…” Looking up at the younger man, he waited after being teased and his hands partially cleaned of most of the junker’s blood before holding his hands, all to get his attention faster, with a wide smile, ready to tease him back. “Heheh… I didn’t think you were the kind who’d stress out over a little bit of blood though!”

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat wiped the DJ's hands slowly against the fabric, his mind clearly focused on the task, before letting them go. His eyebrows raised slightly at Lúcio's response after, the muscles in his left hand freezing slightly against the other man's.

Slow exhale.

He then laughed. "Jeez, it was only a lil splotch of blood, I ain't the one grabbin' all my medicy bits and aimin' em at peoples’ faces!" For some reason, whatever reason, that made Junkrat fall into a light fit of laughter. He pulled his metal hand away and dabbed his wrist against his eyes for comedic effect, still laughing. "I woulda been apt ta just shove a shirt or somethin' against it." Not that he had a shirt to do that with. Oil covered rags, maybe.

He kept his left hand against Lúcio's, unmoved from how the other man had taken his hand; a silent confirmation that he was comfortable with the action taking place.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

@overwatch-grandma

Junkrat stepped across the dirt on his way back to the team's barracks, a rusty bucket in hand and dust and oil smudges across his face and chest. Wrenches and screwdrivers clinked around inside the bucket against his canteen, though whatever he'd been working on was nowhere to be seen.

As he made his way closer to the buildings, Jamison caught sight of a face he hadn't seen around and glanced the figure over. He lifted a hand in passing, which happened to be his bucket-hand, and offered a loud and friendly "oi!" to the figure as he walked closer.

[soltaabatida-blog]

His instincts spoke louder, so much he hardly noticed how close they were at first. Lúcio was more worried with making the bleeding stop than having his gloves and shirt stained by it. Perhaps it was something he witnessed so often he barely cared at this point. But he did care about his friend’s (could he already call Junkrat a friend? It felt natural to do so, for some reason) well being. Lúcio only showed some reaction when he noticed Jamison avoid eye contact, his cheeks getting red like the blood on his nose. Ignoring the messy situation, this was sort of… cute? Adorable? Kind of weird? Feeling his own face heat up, the DJ made sure the other man was fine before letting go, grinning and moving both hands back to the sonic amplifier to turn it off completely.

“Well, you’re fine now! No need to get so embarrassed about it, man.” He shrugged, chuckling as he tried to clean the blood off his hands on the leg armor he still wore, an almost automatic gesture even though it seemed useless. “I ain’t gonna tell you to be more careful, you know.” He muttered to himself, not sure if he should say it after all. Mercy would expect them to take care, but he knew he couldn’t change others like that.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat sat still until Lúcio had finished wiping his face and using his sonic amplifier. Even he had to admit--sometimes it was nice having someone show care toward him. Finally, after the DJ had moved away and he'd avoided sneezing on him, he pulled an arm to his face and wiped. The leftover blood smeared across his upper lip, though the bleeding had stopped.

Lúcio was too nice for his own good.

Jamison turned his eyes back to the DJ and watched him, unsuccessfully, attempt to wipe the blood from his hands. Jamie contemplated for a few seconds on Lúcio's last words before reaching forward. "I'd say the same for ya but I'm gonna assert m'self and say it anyway. Wipe my blood off on somethin' that'll wipe it off." He tugged Lúcio's hands to his shorts, his voice lowering. "You're going to give me an aneurysm tryin' to wipe it off on your metal armor," he teased.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

//if i made a reinhardt and maybe a winston would anybody wanna talk to them,

[soltaabatida-blog]

The DJ was about to ask something regarding the machine, something he soon forgot when he saw the other man’s body bend and move back as he met the ground, face first. And it all sounded as painful as it looked, making Lúcio almost jump as he moved close to Junkrat. “Woah man, are you alright? Damn, look at that…” Helping the junker up, Lúcio squinted his eyes at the blood poring out. It wasn’t anything as bad as what they both had seen in missions, honestly this wasn’t even worth any kind of worry from the healer. But given how sudden this was, and in a middle of such a casual moment, he wasn’t ready to deal with someone falling like a fool and bleeding from their nose.

He held Jamison’s face between his hands, taking a good look at the damage before gently moving his head back. “Stay like this for a sec, okay?” Thankfully he always had his sonic amplifier with him, using it to take care of the wounds he could see. The healing was slower than what Mercy or Zenyatta could do, but he could take care of this quickly enough.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat at first struggled against Lúcio's attempts to sit him up and look at his face. "Naw, naw, I'm good, I'm good Lúcio, pal." His voice was muffled by his hand as he tried to pull away, his good hand coming up to his face. He began dabbing his palm against his face, only succeeding in making the mess look worse than it was--blood was smearing across his chin and left cheek now.

Inbetween dabbing at his face, both of his hands gently slapped at Lúcio's. A million thoughts rushed through his head at once. He felt like a fool, bleeding all over himself and the dirt and even the DJ. Great first impressions, he chastised himself.

Finally, however despite his struggling and such, Lúcio managed to get his hands on his face and that froze him in his spot. He was forced to look down at Lúcio, an invisible heat rising into his bloodied cheeks. "I-it's jus' a bloody nose, mate, I'm fine." He huffed and turned his eyes away, though by this point he was significantly more relaxed under Lúcio's care. Whether that was by his own force or a natural response was left unclear. He let his hands fall behind him into the dirt, sinking under the warm top layer of soil to the cooler, harder sand.

Slowly but surely, the bleeding stopped. Jamison sneezed twice, trying his best to turn away from Lúcio when he did.

[bodhirookcargopilot-blog]

Trying to practice more posing and stuff so here’s a Junk

[soltaabatida-blog]

//I’m so amused by Lúcio being confused by junkers,,,,

[soltaabatida-blog]

The sharp sounds startled him a bit, though he tried his best not to show it. Being used to the song and the steady rhythm of it made it easy for Lúcio to always be surprised by anything Junkrat did. But if he had to think about it, their time together was nice, even with the unexpected (As if getting along with one of the junkers wasn’t unexpected on it’s own). Maybe his steady beats and softer sounds could use some sharp noise… The DJ looked away for a moment, unsure of what that conclusion meant. Moving away from his place, he knelled to take a better look at the device. “For real?! This doesn’t look like any vaccum cleaner I’ve ever seen!” He leaned a little closer, trying to imagine how the device looked like when it was brand new and what could be the result of Junkrat’s tinkering with it. Though, he made sure not to touch it at all, even with the way Jamison was handling it. This wasn’t the best way to try his luck.

“What can’t you turn into a bomb? Seriously, the stuff you make is pretty cool.” He looked up at the other man with his usual wide smile. Lúcio understood that the same way he made incredible things with his music, Jamison could do with junk and used stuff. Sure, they both had different reasons to create but what they did was impressive, and the DJ always admired creativity in it’s oddest ways.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat smiled proudly as Lúcio took interest in the contraption. That was a fairly new experience, and by this point he'd just accepted that most people didn't really... take interest in him. Or his creations. Still, the careful nature that Lúcio held when looking at the lunker was... off-putting. Just touch it! he kept thinking. He knocked a foot against it again, grinning. “It ain’t a baby, y’can kick it aroun’ if you want. Ain’t got nothin’ in it right yet.”

Lúcio's compliments, however, threw him off. Pretty cool? That was new. He let a loud, higher pitched giggle erupt from him as he clapped his hands to his thighs. "Yer exactly right! What can't I turn into a bomb!" He began to toss his arms up in a flourish, his legs coming toward him in order to swing once more over Lúcio so he could kneel down beside him, but he miscalculated. "Hell yeah they're pre-- wh-whoa fu--!"

He landed behind the rock with a loud, dusty thud. The sand clouded up around him before landing over his bare chest and face, his legs up in the air still on the rock, torso half twisted with a his good arm under him in the dirt. He brought his prosthetic hand to his face quickly, blood beginning to first dribble then splatter down into the dirt, as well as on a much smaller rock that he’d banged his face against. Guess that excitement had been building up for too long, then.

[soltaabatida-blog]

It was kind of odd caring so much over what others thought of him, most people saw Lúcio as one of the most carefree people in the team. But that was nothing compared to seeing Junkrat doing the same. If he was ‘carefree’, then Jamison was ‘too out of touch to even be able to care’. Thinking of that, the DJ muttered an apology with a half hearted smile. Maybe… He shouldn’t feel so embarrassed about his unfinished stuff, these people wouldn’t judge him like critics or his old friends. Things are different now

“Sure… Sure, sorry about that.” He was back to his usual self in no time though, smiling at the junker and carefully plugging the wire back. He even turned the volume down a little bit, enough to not startle either of them anymore. The song continued for little more than a minute before being cut by Lúcio’s recorded voice, speaking of his plans for the song. It was pretty quick and he sounded oddly tired, but it ended before the DJ could say anything about it.

The next song was from the actual playlist, much similar to what he showed Junkrat before. He remained quiet, tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the song with a softer smile. Soon enough he was back to his usual self, humming along and even singing the chorus, looking over to Jamison every now and then to see if he was still enjoying it, until his eyes found that weird contraption again. He waited until the song was over to point at it.

“Hey man, this thing you were messing with… Can I ask what it is?”

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat merely grinned back at the DJ. He relinquished the device to him and let Lúcio set it back up, then let himself fall into a more relaxed position. A hand wave at the quiet apologies. The differences between the two were staggering, but the similarities were even more outstanding. To say that they didn't cross his mind would have been an understatement--Junkrat had a lot of thoughts quickly cross his mind.

Then the thoughts disappeared. He glanced down at the radio and stereo attachment, head slightly tilted and mile-long grin on his face. Don't ever let someone say that Jamison Fawkes the First can't control himself if he tries, he thought to himself. Lúcio’s voice startled him and it took him a second to realize it was the recording. He listened, noting the way his voice sounded. When the song changed and Lúcio didn't bring the recording back up, he didn't either.

Honestly, he felt like some quiet exchange between the two of them had just happened, though he couldn't vocalize nor explain what it could have been. The song that was now playing wasn't familiar to him, so he just sat and listened to the beat and Lúcio's quiet voice as he sang along, his fingers drumming the rock. Internally, he began to feel embarrassed, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because the quiet actions between them were so intimate; he began to hope nobody would come by. If they did, he'd probably die right there.

He jumped a little when Lúcio spoke to him. "Oh that?" He kicked his pegleg against it, the metallic clang clashing with the music. Unimportant. "It's an old vintage vaccum cleaner!" He kicked his foot against it, then crossed it over his pegleg. "Old, ya know, but broken. I thought I could wire it up ta move on it's own. Aint no one said I couldn’t use me own mobile bombs, yea?" He laughed loudly, also clashing with the music. Upon closer inspection, the metallic lunker did look a lot like an old, rusty, canister-style vaccum, minus the attachments and tubing. Nevertheless, no matter how 'junky' it looked, Junkrat smiled down at it fondly.

[t3ts00-deactivated20170107]

Hi

//I’m kinda new at this so, it would be nice to have some overwatch blogs to interact! So, if you’re a roleplaying overwatch blog, would you be so kind to reblog? Thank you so much! <3

[winkfxce-blog]

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty / depends on who’s asking

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure

education: qualified / unqualified / studying

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no 

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / verse dependent

has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / other

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown

loyal / disloyal / unknown

faithful / unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious / other

philosophical: yes / no / maybe

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / demisexual / asexual / pansexual

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

(slightly) romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

[[also a small reminder that my likes and follows come from @goatzintheshell !]]

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

[[beginning to wish i’d made this a separate sideblog all together but whoopsie daisy! hello new followers i hope to interact with you soon!]]

[junkratsmcgee-blog]

Junkrat primed and ready!

💣 Multiple years of experience through forum, World of Warcraft, and independent RP 💣 OC and multiverse/AU friendly 💣 Proper tags will be used, tag requests are nice! 💣 Open to all styles of RP, within reason 💣 Open to NSFW/mature themes within reason 💣 I love making friends, feel more than free to message me 💣 Feel free to interact with RP or just as yourself through asks!

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[captainbaddecisions]

Bunch of pairings from Twitter ;U

[vespervescent-deactivated201906]

lucio listens to junkrat go on about explosions when no one else will

[childofblackrock]

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