BOMBS AWAY!

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hey y’all!  i know i’ve been awol for quite a while, but the fandom always surges a little when there’s an event, so i figured now would be a pretty good time to say while i don’t write o.verwatch anymore, i still play a hell of a lot, and i’m always down to game with my followers!!  i’ve also been having a lot of muse for jamie in the last month or so, and i’ve been really tempted to come back, but i’m still reluctant because of some Unfortunate Things™. so i don’t want to make any promises, but i might return to this blog. i might make a completely new one for someone else in the game. haven’t decided yet.  anyway, just wanted to pop in and say i miss my dear friends from around here and i miss jamie a lot, and all of you are welcome to add me on battlenet / discord to play or just talk while i’m in decision limbo re: coming back to the fandom. those drops are under the cut. 

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skeletonhacker:

“i bet she will have your lovely eyes, jamison. though, i think our little rat will get into all sorts of mischief, with how much she keeps moving.”

                    ‘ oh, she’ll be a runner, alright. s’ part of being a rat——-  mums could never catch me. ’

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competitive isn’t real 

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thisbecoming:

“Nuh uh…” The only real difference between this sound and the first is the negative inflection – like Francis has forgotten words altogether. He sits on the couch that sags a little under his weight, and fingertips drift over the steel-carved scales on his forearm. Only then does he really seem to notice Jamison standing there.

                    “Couldn’t even tell that it… isn’t a real arm,” he whispers, flexing fingers with joints sharp and claw-like. “Everything was perfect.”

                    ‘ s’cause it is a real arm. ’  words fan the warmth of pride in his chest to a small, defensive flame. what’s more real about the vulnerable, the weak, and the easily wounded? what’s more human——-  to bleed, or to evolve? heedless of the scattered notes and half - finished sketches he sets himself down on when he does so, he sits on the edge of the coffee table before francis for a better look at the arm, surveying for damage, but he doesn’t reach for it. takes the tension in the man’s shoulders as too fair a warning.                      ‘ .. what’s .. ‘everything’? ’

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Ya saved my ass back there. I owe the man who did it 'n' was wonderin' if the guy had a name aside from 'Junkrat'.

                    search as he might, he can’t find a drop of sarcasm between the syllables, nor the downward tug of a scowl at the corner of lips——-  and he looks, oh, he looks, gaze torn from the rusted metal joints he’s tweezing bullet fragments from to narrow at his teammate, waiting to be scolded. to be told he’d been reckless. to be warned against doing any such thing again as the way he’d hooked his arms under jesse’s to drag him to safety. he looks, he waits, and he receives .. gratitude. tentative, a toothy smile makes its way onto soot - stained features. 

                    ‘ s’ jamison. jamison fawkes. ’

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                    … from somewhere. because … we’re friends, after all.                ind. AI nanami chiaki   /   rebooted november 2017   /   written by sylvia

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skeletonhacker:

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a smaller, petite hand laced thing fingers with a much bigger hand as she gave the hand a squeeze. wanting him to know that she was there for him and would do anything to help out with keeping the secret from their mothers that jamison was going blind. ( recalling the incidents earlier, she still hated that she never caught on that he was losing his sight till she confronted him about it, and she never forgave herself for not being a shoulder of support for her husband )

it still breaks her heart that he might forget what their daughter looks like and even herself, and how he wouldn’t be able to see how beautiful their little rat grew up to be with her father’s eyes, nose and smile and her mother’s birth mark, hair and skin color.

they stood in front of the door that would lead them to see the mothers of jamison fawkes. they’re daughter was still a youngling but she was growing in a blink of an eye with the ability to stand for a little bit before sitting down.

sombra’s other arm was holding their little girl as she gave her a kiss on the forehead before looking at jamison with curious eyes. trying to figure out what he was thinking and if he still wanted to go through this.

“mi amor, i’m here for you.”

                    home looked different through dim eyes and blurred edges. led by the hand to his own front step, it was only the colour of the door before him — blue, repainted every six months to contrast the rusted wasteland around it — that he could still make out in the world that faded a little more every day. it wouldn’t be easy to get through the week, but he had his hopes that the child in sombra’s arm would be enough to distract his mothers’ attention from their ever clumsier son.                     jamison turned his face towards her voice, meeting her eye as best he could, a habit that had yet to die. a soft smile touched the corners of his lips. they’d come a long way, but he hadn’t a doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t hesitate to pick up their bags and head straight back home if he said he’d changed his mind.                     ‘ i know, darl. ’                    but he hadn’t——-  even if they were nothing more than smudges of blonde curls and wide grins, he wanted to see them one last time. memory would sharpen their features while it still could. going home was a holiday tradition jamison would never pass up. instead, he offered his wife’s hand a gentle squeeze, and lifted his other to knock on that bright blue door. 

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Happy Mothers Day! Take this day to appreciate and love your mother and for all that she’s sacrificed. 

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How does Jamison cope with losing someone or idea of losing someone (friend, partner in crime or loved ones)?

there isn’t really a such thing as ‘the idea of losing someone’ for jamison. because he grew up in such difficult survival conditions and managed not to lose anyone very close to him — both his parents are still alive — he still has a lot of trouble with the permanence of death. it’s an odd situation because he’s been surrounded by it for most of his life, but he’s also never been directly effected by it, so he’s highly desensitised to the whole concept and never really thinks about loss at all, despite the fact that he’s so reckless and endangers his own life constantly. i think in some ways he would respond to loss a lot like a child after attending their first family member funeral, except .. angrier ?? especially if it wasn’t a natural death, which is probably more likely than a natural one in junkertown. confusion, mostly, and a desire to lash out and pick someone to take the blame. he also deals with a lot of memory issues, so he’d be very likely to temporarily forget the person he lost is gone, bringing back the initial blow of finding out more than once. so the first time he loses someone would be, in a word, uhh,, bad. 

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pls tell me things about how Jamison learned about explosives and mechanics? was he entirely self-taught?

short answer, pretty much, yes ?? i think it’s probably A Thing in junkertown that just about everyone knows how to do to some extent——  work with whatever they can scavenge and build what they need to defend themselves. it’s the same level of necessary in the outback as, like, sewing used to be. jamison definitely had a sort of natural talent for it from the start, which is why he was able to teach himself almost everything he can do and why he’s gotten so good at it, but it’s all about having the motivation to devote his time and energy to learning, and he perceived it as something he needed to know to survive. from that determination forward, he learned everything he knows through taking things apart and putting them back together, until he started building things from scratch in a process of trial and error. ( if you’re thinking, trial and error with explosives, yikes, that’s dangerous, it sure is; and that’s how he lost his arm. ) in the modern au, he still has a knack for that sort of thing, but he had more of a mentor-apprentice relationship with someone more experienced in his neighbourhood, so things were a lot safer. still blew his arm off by accident, though. 

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For the sake of character development, feel free to ask me anything you would like to know or are unsure of about my muse.

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anyway i fully intend to write a proper meta elaborating on this someday but here are some Important Jamison Facts™ re: his sense of identity and the disconnect between “j.unkrat” and jamison as a person 

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hey uhhhhhhhhhh this voiceline is super important and underrated why isn’t anyone talking about it 

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↳ Video game challenge → [1/7] female characters: Mercy [Overwatch] 

A guardian angel to those who come under her care, Dr. Angela Ziegler is a peerless healer, a brilliant scientist, and a staunch advocate for peace. She is one of the most gifted doctors in the world when it comes to medical technology, and has applied such technology to her own body; effects have possibly included slowing/halting her ageing process. She likes Swiss chocolate.

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                    ‘ think she’ll have my eyes? you know, colour, not .. ability. ’

@skeletonhacker.

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                    ‘ woah, woah——- ’  she doesn’t like to be picked up, but metal forearm takes the hit of sharp, irritated teeth when jamison sweeps the spider up off the ground to the safety of his grasp.  ‘ she’s a pet! shoot my huntsman n’ i’ll shoot your shin. ’

@platiinvm.

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                    ‘ shit——-  have you seen my thumb? ’

@n3uraln3twork3r.