#arsonistapocalypse

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Rein: sOME-

Sigma, bursting through the door: BODY ONCE TOLD ME

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Fareeha sighed. She had fractured an ankle in a rough landing, and Angela had refused to let her leave bed rest for at least a few days, saying that she “knew” Fareeha wouldn’t “limit” herself.

...She might have had a point, but nonetheless, Fareeha would take a rough heal over this torture any day.

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes briefly at her temporary roommate’s retort. She understood why she had to work with Fawkes; as reckless as he was, he and his partner were (unfortunately) valuable assets to their team. 

However, being stuck recovering in the med-bay with the felon was quickly becoming too much for her to handle. The restlessness, the humming, the giggling, and now the constant clicking as he repeatedly adjusted his bed--it was all grating harshly on her nerves.

“Perhaps you could ask Dr. Ziegler for some... cards? Or have your friend Rutledge come visit you? Surely you have options. Besides,” she sighed, “the better you behave here, the sooner you’ll be free to roam around again. Irritating your injuries only prolongs that for yourself.” And me, she thought silently.

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arsonistapocalypse replied to your post: @v–iper replied to your post: “but hospital food...

joke’s on you, jamie stole all the chocolate

“If the soup ghost don’t come through I’m gonna’ STARVE.”

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@arsonistapocalypse liked for a starter! [ x ]

“ ... what’re you hidin’ from me? ”

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Jamison had been following the scent of something delicious brewing ever since he saw the first mention of soup, his stomach gurgling and growling and DEMANDING he find its source. Closer... closer... clo- The blonde shook his head after walking face-first into the metallic door. The delectable scent was coming from inside...

There was a sudden thud at the door, loud enough to startle the redhead. Who in holy hell was visiting her? Didn't everyone hate her? Wasn't there not a soul who would willingly seek out her company? No matter, she was already heading toward the source of the loud bang.

She eyes through the peephole, rolling her mismatched eyes at the person on the other side. Jamison. Great.

Moira swings the door open and stares at the junker with mild irritation. Her meal was almost ready, she wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize.

"What is it Jamison?"

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💙 (for jamie and for any sort of relationship: platonic, professional, etc etc etc)

Send me “💙 “ if you would ship our muses!

( yesssss i am ALWAYS open to good relationship stuff with junkrats )

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@arsonistapocalypse replied to your post: Ok but like. Hog just. Rumbling? Like. just...

RH: *deep, happy rumblies*

Rat, softly but with feeling: Yes...

[ridesagain]

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Send a word and I will write a drabble or headcanon based on it. [ x ]

( I don’t wanna assign Deep Lore to the pachimari thing, mostly because i think it’s funny he just really likes this dumb weird thing for no reason. but i do think he takes a massive amount of comfort in his pachis. they’re like … the ultimate symbol of indulgence, something he had to give up after the Boom. so it’s nice, having this thing he can splurge on and enjoy that has nothing to do with survival or anything important. 

also i like to imagine pachis are like the Funko Pops of the future. cute, but dear GOD do they oversaturate in the market. )