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Jamison J. Fawkes | Happily nicknamed "Pyro" | 29 | He/Him ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Rules 🧀 ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Muse 🧀 ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Universe 🧀 //- Please read all three links above before interacting -// //- Indie, Canon Divergent, and multi-verse aware Junkrat from Overwatch -//

[synodicsoma]

“If at first ya don’t succeed... bLOW IT UP AGAIN!!!”

Cleaned up and colored a sketch from last night on my phone. This is my Junkrat who is based around my Rekindle AU I’m working on / w \

[imrights]

[kyaaatsu]

just a lil dool

[stinkattpaws]

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLIN RING TING TINGLIN TO

[poutiebabie-deactivated20200513]

[jos-plot]

🍃

[aconitte-art]

Mercy <3

[papasmoke]

ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT. DO NOT PANIC. I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

[fridayiminlovemp3]

a burning hill - mitski / the raven king - maggie stiefvater / portrait of a lady on fire - céline sciamma / a court of thrones and roses - sarah j mass / i did something bad - taylor swift / the messenger - luc besson / sense and sensibility - emma thompson / summertime sadness - lana del rey

[boomkid-deactivated20200108]

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[dinoserious]

thinking abt dishonored again……

[chubby-robot]

when ur friend is venting to u and u get angry on their behalf

[wdyouwfm]

[primedspecimen]

@pyromania-maniac from here

“Nothin’, mate,” he hummed, following up with a light mouthing of Pyro’s organic arm. “You are, in fact, the sappy fucker, though.” That went without saying, though that was likely because he was older, a bit more rounded out as a person. “Wanted t’touch. So I’m touchin’!” With that, he took to sitting where Pyro’s hips met his abdomen, then shimmied down into a comfortable laying position. He was no Hog–no Rat was–but he was just fine. Definitely a little softer than himself. “Y’know, I bet you’d make a good uhh… what’re they again? They’re blankets… Not heating ones… the uh… WEIGHTED! Weighted blanket.”

[pyromania-maniac]

Pyro was skeptical now, he takes a brief moment to tilt his head to the side as he eyed Primed critically this time and began looking for anything odd or out of place on his cuddle buddy. If Primed was having one of those dissociating episodes again that’d explain the sudden craving need to touch to help ground him back to reality, but not the nips and light mouthing on his skin. Mmm... With an internal shrug, he concludes if Primed wanted touch he’d gladly indulge him. “Well if ya needed some touch ya could jus’ asked ya drongo. Ya kno’ I’m always open to tha’ kinds of stuffs!”

With an amused snort at being referred to a living weighted blanket as he promptly begins to lean more into Primed, cheek pressing against his doppelganger's cheek and pulls him in for a tighter squeezing hug. “Ya really wanna test out tha’ theory of yers?”

[animanga-and-stuff]

[alwaysfallinginlove]

[bbblackcats]