#chubrat

[rainbow600-art]

So originally this was just gonna be me drawing fat Junkrat from when I did it last time, but then I wanted to make sure I got proportions right, so I drew how I normally do Junkrat. When it felt like I need to have them interacting with each other so it turned into a little comic thingy lol. 

(I’m not normally good at writing theses kinds of things so I apologize if it’s awkward)

Fat Junkrat: So you’re me but thinner?

Junkrat: And you’re me but FAT?!

FJ: Yep…

Junkrat: Well it’s good to know that I still keep my good looks!

[redheadreptile]

To Catch a Rat (Closed)

@chubrat

Ah yes, the Junkertown bar. One of Viper’s favorite haunts. Or, in reality, one of the only haunts he could have. It wasn’t a particularly glamourous place, by any standard of the word. Makeshift and dented furniture, dim electric lights and candles that cast a dull orange light over the place, and a thick heat that hung over the place like humidity, along with the stink of sweat, smoke, and other mechanical and bodily fluids.

Tonight, though...tonight was interesting. He’d finished off his beer a while ago, but was tapping the cup on his ‘table’ while he looked now and then out of the corner of his eyes to a particular fellow sitting here tonight. Now, that was a face he knew, and it made him smirk, thinking how best to deal with this. Directly might not be such a good idea, what with all the goons and Enforcers that liked to hang out here. Subtle it was.

Slowly, making sure his crossbow was ‘harmlessly’ strapped to his back, the snake made his way over to the fellow and sat down, signalling the bartender for two drinks.

“Say there, fella..ain’t drinkin’ supposed t’be one o’ them social things?”

[trixs-magic]

Vampire AU Starter for @chubrat

The chase is only sport for her, but for him it means everything. For her, taking taking his like life is just a small part of a wider much more fun game. The smell of his blood was intoxicating and drove her wild, just a taste was all she wanted. “Aw come back I just want to play.” She giggled echoing through the woods. Her shoes digging into the dirt as she propelled herself faster towards her target, a chunky man who happened to cross her path. His heavy breathing and whimpers was music to her ears.

[malemekagamer]

" Does your mech shoot rockets like the Mad Kat Mech in MechAssault? "

“No, missiles are far too impractical as opposed to the ammunition i use. Also, the Titan has proven our long-range defenses useless as it usually shoots down any missiles we throw at it.“

[overwatch-central-blog]

🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

I don’t think Dva should be called a child. I think it’s odd when people dictate who she can date and wether or not she should drink. She is a war hero. Growing up in a military family I have great respect for those who have served. Granted this is only a video game, I feel people should understand that Dva has probably been through quite a bit and seen alot of shit. Her home was devastated by the omnic crisis, and she fights to keep her home safe. 

[strlx-archived-blog]

Closed @chubrat

It happened again. It always happened. It was like a part of her routine by now.

Jareth perched on her head despite her protests as she walked, both oblivious to any potentially dangerous activity around them. She was tired, the heavy bird on her head making it exceptionally hard to keep her head up and exhaustion making it hard to keep her eyes open. Her legs felt like noodles as she walked, arms hung loose at her sides. Of course her owl friend looked perfectly fine, peering around curiously at the buildings around them; he was able to nap whenever, something Eddie found herself getting bitter and envious of.

They were lost, wandering alleyways to avoid strange stares and physical contact of any and all kinds, but the confusing network of thing pathways didn’t help alleviate the lack of direction the two shared; Eddie had begun to assume they’d been walking in circles all day.

If anyone were to pass her by she would have failed to notice; running into someone, on the other hand, snapped her back to reality fairly quick.

She gasped, jumping back as if reacting to a jumpscare, pale eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in shock.

“S-sorry!” she cried out, a little too loud, and covered her mouth as she heard the loud echo reverberate back at her. Jareth flapped his wings, claws lightly scraping her scalp and making her wince as he smacked her with his feathers; he obviously did not like the sudden jerk.

[manoranxmal]

" Oi ya big ol' oaf! Ya mind moven' to th' side? Ya must be lost this is the SOUP line, twinkies 'n ho-ho's are ova' there by the venting machines." The toasted chunky twink already had a black eye and a busted lip from earlier this week. He must have been yearning for another beat down. That or the lad doesn't know when to shut up. Usually he wouldn't be such an ass, but he hasn't had much fun in this prison and didn't care WHO knew.

Too zoned out to notice at first, you’re unresponsive as the younger male unloads on you. It’s only when he  finishes his noisy little tirade do you hone back in to him. Actually, he’s in your way, because you’re on your way out with an armful of cans, chips, soda-- a bunch of stuff-- and he’s bitching at you.

Reaching out with a large hand, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, tugging him out of the way without a single word before you’re on your way out the door with your stolen goods.