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How about for my proper return, lets have some Junkenstein’s Monster for the duration of the event! Like for a starter! (Mutuals only!)
When you get a sick nasty triple in the midst of a moment where you were SURE you were gonna die.
After an unprecedented absence due to some computer and internet issues, I’m back once again. Hopefully on a more permanent basis if my computer n’ stuff decides to not shit on my parade again.
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
“It’s a good thing nothin’ will happen to me... Promise.”
Protective sentence starters??
because visualizing muses in these situations generally equates to puppies guarding each other and its wonderful
“No, don’t do that it’s not safe.”
“You’re scared of that, aren’t you?”
“Don’t touch her/him!”
“It’s cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you’re like a foot shorter than me, you know?”
“I will always step in between you and something like that.”
“Why? Because I don’t want you to get hurt, that’s why!”
“Do you think just because my feet don’t touch the bottom of the pool that I need a floatie?”
“The stepping stool is unecessary.”
“I’m not apologizing for what I said to that asshole/jerk… He/she was saying terrible things about you.”
“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.”
“I don’t want to put you in that type of environment.”
“Make sure to tell me if you get worried, or nervous, or claustrophobic, or-”
“You could have been hurt.”
“I indirected him/her on Twitter for your honor.”
“I think you should leave this type of thing to me.”
“I’m gonna protect you.”
“You can hold onto me if you’re scared, you know?”
“I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.”
“Let’s all watch a different movie. This one freaks her/him out.”
“I get where you’re coming from dude, but honestly shut the hell up and don’t talk about her/him that way.”
“She/He isn’t an object.”
“She/he told me what you did, and all I’m gonna do is tell you to stay away.”
“You don’t know anything about her/him!”
“What? You think that was funny? You just insulter her/him, and expect me to laugh?”
“I’m not gonna let you put up with that.”
“Really, if you told me to I’d go punch them for you.”
“Wait, let me walk you home.”
“I’ll drive you, please– please don’t go like this.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“I meant it when I said I would protect you.”
“I’m not stepping aside until you back up.”
“It’s too cold for you to come out here without a jacket on.”
“I’ll go see what the noise was.”
“Stay on the phone with me.”
“Promise me you’ll be safe.”
“I don’t feel comfortable with you going there on your own.”
“He/She did what to you?”
“I won’t let you go through something like that again.”
“I’m not perfect, but I’m trying my hardest to do everything to keep you safe.”
“Stay behind me.”
“I promised your mom to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid tonight.”
“I love you. Of course I’m gonna defend you like that.”
“No, he/she isn’t good enough to take you out. Trust me, I know.”
“Are you planning to stay glued to my side this whole evening?”
“I’ll be okay, because I know you’re back here ready to step in if I need you.”
“Thank you for always sticking with me.”
“I’m really worried about her/him, but I don’t think he/she wants me to call.”
“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.”
“Like, I don’t expect to ever have to take a bullet for you, but I would.”
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junkerfromdownunder:
Rat helped to push as much as he could, his pegleg sinking into the sand as sweat began to pearl on his forehead. He was thinking about what exactly they would do with all this and Jamison kind of wanted to go big considering this was quite a bit of cash they had there. “I can just melt ‘em an’ put ‘em in a less suspicious mold- Oi! I could make tiny golden piggies and we could just sell ‘em! Bet there’s gold buyers out there that would pay a huge penny for that, uh?” He paused, lifting his eyes to the sky to think. “A bar is about ten thousand worth of gold and we have ‘nough gold here t’get our own fuckin’ piece of land- hell we could get a whole island if we wanted! I’d like that, live by t’beach in t’pacific.” He paused his babbling again and grunted ineffort as he pushed the cart. “You know- old me would’ve said- to hell with t’island in t’pacific! Normal life ain’t for us! But now t’think of it? Having a place t’call home don’t mean we gotta stop being ourselves! I kinda…”
“I kinda figured we could go much bigger than Junkertown now that we went all around the world and that no one could stop us. Speaking of bein’ unstoppable, I could’ve broken Junkertown’s doors down if I really wanted to.” He looked over his shoulder at the sign slowly shrinking in the distance. “But it wouldn’t be as funny as t’play I had ready for it.”
“And you’re right… this place ain’t our home. Though… now that I think of it- why didn’t you stopped me earlier if y’didn’t even wanted t’come back?”
Roadhog kept quiet as Junkrat rambled on and he had to admit it was a lot nicer to just not have to worry about breaking back into some dump when they could just go somewhere a lot nicer... And with water that was less irradiated. He felt sweat bead at the seam of his mask and his face, as well as the rest of him. He let out a loud rumble as he tried to catch his breath. Damn this heat.
When Junkrat directed a question at him, he tried to think of an answer that would satisfy the junker’s curiosity.
“Cause it woulda been fun to blow the place up. Too much trouble to do it now though. Blehh.”
With that grumble, he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out his hogdrogyn, twisting it into his mask and taking a long drag of it before it fell empty into the sand.
junkerfromdownunder:
Rat tensed up, but in a comical fashion and his expression said it all- it was like he didn’t believe Hog just made a joke, which was exactly the case. However, it wasn’t long before he started to have a giggling fit- “You’ll killin’ me, mate!”
Finally, he hopped off the cart (he wasn’t going to let Hog push it on his own) and walked around it to stand at the correct side. “Welp! Farewelljunkertown! We ain’t comin’ back for ya after all! And come t’think of it- ain’t much t’missabout it anyway! Y’know… other than some memories an’ shit we’ve did t’gether! But that doesn’t matter, we’ve proven we can do all sorts of things ‘round t’world! This, my dear hog, is an opportunity for us t’expand! We’ll fuck with everyone else and have just as much fun. Right?” He tilted his head towards his bodyguard, grinning like an idiot.
Roadhog nodded and gave an affirming grunt, putting his hands on the cart and began to push it off into the desert. His mind was already swimming in what to do with all of this cash... In all reality he could just knock Junkrat unconscious and run off with a huge sum of it.
If this had been at the start of their partnership... He would have done so. Now however, the idea of making something out of it with Junkrat seemed... Nice. Pretty darn nice.
“Gonna have to get these gold bars turned into cash somehow...”
junkerfromdownunder:
Rat exaggeratedly tilted his head and watched Hog with a raised eyebrow. The reaction made Jamison purse his lips and it was noticeable with the way his eyes darted from left to right that he was actually considering what the other junker was saying- “Well… we have ‘nough cash t’buy ourselves our own home.” He mumbled while slumping back down on the pile of money with a sigh. “Guess I’m just all kinds of disappointed. Would’ve been so fun.”
Jamison gave a pout and looked in Hog’s general way- “Whatever, we’ll do somethin’ constructive for once. Let’s go, Hog. No point standin’ here like two idiots.”
“You’re not even standing...”
Roadhog had always been terrible with jokes or even just humor in general. and yet here he had just tossed one out there to hopefully do something to at least lighten up the situation. He gave a huff and lumbered over, his large hand patting that mess Junkrat called ‘his hair;. Getting their own home sounded way better than having to live around a bunch of loudmouths and being under the thumb of some matriarchal attempt at a Queen.
“Stand back, kid.”
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junkerfromdownunder:
“WHAT?!” Jamison shouted. “I can’t believe you’re sayin’ that! After all we went through! We’re just gon’ give up?!” The rat jumped down from the cart and pointed at the reinforced door- “THIS is OUR home! And you just want to give up on tryin’ t’break an’ enter?! We did all this to have a lil’ fun! And now you just wanna bail?! Well! I don’t give up! And it’s not a bunch of doors that’re goin’ stop me.” The smaller junker said with a prideful huff, standing up straight with his arms crossed. “Suit you fuckin’ self, Roadie.”
“Ain’t givin’ up...”
Roadhog grumbled as his voice got much more guttural, his teeth gritting behind the mask. He looked back to the door and casually walked over and gave it one hard punch, the mild sound of cracking knuckles easily heard. He growled audibly now and looked up.
“This place was never my home anyway... It stopped being my home a long time ago.”
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junkerfromdownunder:
Oops! His hands were clasped around his mouth as if that was going to fix his mistake. However, he soon realised that the fuse was still going and hurried to lick his fingers to put it out. “Now what?” Jamsion grumbled and sat on the pile of gold with crossed arms. The gears started to turn in his head as he tried to hatch another plan. “Well- we could always just come back another time and try this again? Either that or I need time to think! Meanin’…! It’s a retreat for now! But not for long~!” Rat cackled. “Oooh we’re comin’ back for you.”
Roadhog took another long sigh as he turned himself around to face Junkrat proper. He was gonna get an earful for this...
“What if we just don’t come back?”
Any normal person’s body would have tensed up and prepared for a loud backlash of venom laced words but Roadhog was used to the smaller man’s violent outbursts. As if Junkrat could really hurt him anyway...
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He thought, nibbling on his lip.
“ We could filter it through the system but that would take too long… or we could just… get out of ‘straya….? Nothin here fer us anyway if they don’t want us to work in Junkertown no more. ”
He glances over at him, before leaning forward, and sitting on the pile of cash with a quick little hop.
“…. let’s go see tha world Hog. Spread chaos and anarchy! That’ll show em all! I ain’t no deadbeat that won’t mount to nofin! ”
Like they hadn’t seen the world before on their little heist spree? Ah, whatever. He guessed there were indeed still parts yet to be robbed and looted and yet a part of him also wanted to just... Sort of play the tourist in a way. An old man could only take so much.
He sighed and turned to properly look at Junkrat now. It was a good thing Roadhog didn’t want to be in Australia anymore in the first place.
“Yeah. Let’s get outta here.”
“ There’s two things that solve every problem. Money…. and Explosives. I’ve got an idea! ”
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cookinem:
Junkrat looked ready to punch himself in the face before he flopped down on the pile they had groaning loud. He’d fucked up. He’d gotten way too excited to be back in Junker town, but god damn had he fucked up!
The groan only got louder before he furiously ran over and kicked a street sign, not caring if fit hurt as he kicked it over and over. Before huffing and rubbing his face, angrily muttering to himself.
“ I got all this gold roight? So, me plans work bout… 75% of the time! It’s good! ”
Roadhog just glanced back over and watched the smaller man have his little tantrum. This was common place now and even as Junkrat spoke, he turned to look up at the big wall in front of him. He sighed and turned back to pick up the Pachimari plush toy and squeeze it in his hand.
“And people ain’t gonna think two people like us legally got all this money... What’re we gonna even do with it?”