#keepsontickin

[dalsegnoalcoda-blog]

@keepsontickin

Lúcio let out a breath he didn’t feel like he had been holding but he felt such relief as the atmosphere quieted down. Another day, another group of fans who had discovered his location and had practically mobbed him for attention of any sort. He loved it all, he truly did. But the poor man was already exhausted by all he had to do for the sake of his career and even for aspects of Overwatch’s revival. 

He rubbed his hands over his eyes in an attempt to jar a little bit of energy into him. With a groan he looked over and noticed the skinny yet crazy tall junker and with a friendly smile and a limp, tired wave, greeted him. 

“Ya saw all that, huh?” 

[livebombsandlaughtracks]

@keepsontickin

There had been a rat.

Or, he thought it had been a rat. A squeak and a rustle of stalks tearing off away from him would certainly make one think it was a rat. And, given that he didn’t have too much else going on (and who didn’t like a fat, meaty rodent once in a while? Good change of pace from grasshoppers.) the scarecrow had given chase.

Aha! It had been! At the edge of the field, where a fence divided dirt from plant, the creature could see it darting away! He scrambled over the fence, giggling as the animal paused. He was closing in! Just a little closer and-

The scarecrow lurched forward, arms outstretched as he grabbed the rodent with a triumphant cackle. What he hadn’t planned on, however, was his continued momentum. Or the nearby window. (Who put a window level with the ground, anyway?)

The drop was rough- a bit deeper than the creature might have guessed, and the resulting impact made him drop his prey! With a whine, he watched the rat scuttle off. Now, he thought, where am I? He’d seen houses sure- none quite as big as this one perhaps, but houses nonetheless. He had just... Never been IN one before. They always had people and people were how he had lost a perfectly serviceable leg.

But... As long as he was in one (and he hadn’t heard anyone else yet), he might as well make the most of it.

[breakiitdown-a]

         Sometimes, there were things that Jamie did that didn’t make much sense,  but,  he understood that he was raised as a junker and the things that Lùcio understood of the world wouldn’t always match up with what Jamie understood.  Although, there were times that Junkrat did things that Lùcio never believes he’ll understand..   although now,  viewing him take apart what looked like an omnic in order to stuff the same parts into something he was working on ---

             “ ..  what the hell are you doing??  what is that?” 

keepsontickin basically liked the post as well.

[rainbow-brite13]

PRE-OP: "Hey, babe! Take a picture of me? I look good!" 😘 POST-OP: "I hate everything... If I have to be facedown one more SECOND, I'll run screaming into the night!!!" 😠 #poorguy #detachedretina #takesalickin #keepsontickin

[trixs-magic]

Lab assistant/Maid starter for: @keepsontickin Light heels clacked against the stone floor as the petite woman hurried to the Dr's personal office. Her arms full of hand written letters from numbers towns people filled with complaints. She hated to be the one to deliver such things to him; knowing he meant well with all the work he did. The things he created fascinates her great and she was honored to serve him. Adjusting her round glasses she tried to dust off her dress before knocking softly on his door. "Excuse me, Doctor I'm sorry to disturb you. The carrier just dropped by and delivered quite a few letters for you. I thought I'd bring them to you before I prepare your evening meal."

[gamfcowboy-archived]

Flower symbol! (keepsontickin)

30. A kiss on the knuckles

McCree could admit he was a sucker for a pretty face, but he could also admit that he was old. Not as old as certain people -cough76cough- but definitely feeling more of his age then not. 

So he could also admit that while he liked pretty faces, he liked competence a little more.

Junkrat wasn’t unattractive. He was lanky, lean and Jesse was sure he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, for all he ate. Smile broad, a little too broad when it was stretched out fully. Teeth gleaming at everyone, white especially when his skin was stained with soot and gunpowder. Eyes that gleamed when he was working, or playing, with something he enjoyed.

But what the cowboy really liked was the kid’s hands.

Slender and long and lean. Nimble, the way they could work on wires and little bits and bobs always stopped him for a moment of appreciation. Quick, a little fidgety, and yeah, he liked those fingers.

And perhaps he’d been a little drunk, but he’d been staring when Junkrat took notice. Waved them in his face with a little giggle.  

No one could blame him for snatching them up and pressing a kiss to the knuckles, lingering over each one before letting go with a satisfied hum.

They were pretty fingers, after all.