#ofjunkrats

[lvlunkn-blog]

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                                ❝ your..... hair is on fire....? ❞

[requiine]

@ofjunkrats | Yo like seriously hit me the fuck up if you wanna rp i’m desperate

          She finds him interesting. Junkrat, while he may be affiliated with         Overwatch, he’s a wildcard when it comes to like any actual fight. A born         criminal, persuaded to work for the good guys. It’s odd in Cora’s eyes         but she likes talking to him nonetheless. He’s cool in her book. A sharp         toothed grin as her metal tail swings happily behind her, gesturing her         hands wildly as she speaks.

                      ❝ So like! Explosions are so fucking cool. Do you know                                how many people they can kill? Like the shit your                                bombs can do is so cool. But I’d be way too scared                                to handle anything so... fragile.  ❞

[professor-genki]

ofjunkrats

There was a pile of dead people, it was a mix of both human and omnic as a lone purple cat sat on the top like it was his throne. Resting on his right shoulder was the weapon he used for the sudden slaughter, smoking steaming out of the barrel as the cat professor kept a grin on his face for what he had done. He began to speak in a very cheerful tone, like he did not care of the people he just murdered. They were not his kind anyway, all races are fair game to him.

“Hey kid, how about I get you a job? You seem like the violent sort and that is what I need for my show, I pay big dollars for people who make big carnage. what do you say? I’ll pay you seventeen dollars an hour.” One of the omnics that were a part of the pile started to crawl away, the response was a quick bullet to the robotic skull. A small laugh could be heard. “This is why I prefer killing living things, machines are just too stubborn to stay dead.”

[ppharaoh-blog]

ofjunkrats replied to your post:pharahs just sitting here rubbing her eyes...

it wasnt on his resume okay let him live

look. jamison. we cant just. hire cannibals. we’re going to have to fire you this looks REALLY bad on the company. besides the fact that we’re not even supposed to come back in the first place. 

[friskiebiznus]

@ofjunkrats

     {🌹} After visiting with Mad Dummy in the Underground on occasion, Frisk had become uncannily used to the smell of garbage. It still bothered them a little, but they were often the first to volunteer to look for something that had been accidentally thrown away, if only so their friends didn’t have to search instead. Granted, Frisk wasn’t entirely sure why Sans needed the sock that Papyrus had thrown away back, (it was pretty old and gross at this point) but at least it gave them something to do. Toriel and Monster Kid were still busy at school, and Alphys and Undyne were on some sort of date. 

     {🌹} So, they dug around in the dumpsters a while before uncovering- okay, that wasn’t garbage. That was someone sleeping. In the garbage. A human sleeping in the garbage, to be more accurate. And that was... a little weird. They poked and prodded him to get his attention before simply giving them a large, questioning shrug, not wanting to get their phone out to communicate with just yet. They didn’t like to judge people before they got to know them, but they didn’t really feel safe showing anything semi-valuable in front of this person yet.

[anxiouscounselor-blog]

Cont. || @ofjunkrats

   “You could always ask the QM to see if he has any.”

[mortiiest]

@ofjunkrats

He’d really made someone mad this time. Well, one of them had, anyway.    Granted, Rick was probably the main reason that some crazy, inter-    dimensional mafia had started chasing after the both of them, but that fact    didn’t really help put Morty’s mind at ease, especially now that the two of    them had split up. How did Rick think that was a good idea, anyway? What    part of leaving the asthmatic kid with crippling anxiety alone and without so    much as a portal gun to help him escape seemed like a good idea to him?    He’d said he had a plan, but the more Morty ran, the more he was seriously    starting to doubt that. 

Hell, Morty probably had more of a plan than Rick did at this point, and    all he’d managed to do so far was run himself into a dead ended alley    with nothing but a fucking dumpster in it to hide behind. Or... Oh god, no.    He was going to do this, wasn’t he? He heard the sound of footsteps and    frantic shouting getting closer and closer, his heartbeat pounding harder    and harder every second. Damn it. He was going to do this. 

He took a deep breath before opening the lid of the dumpster and, more or    less, diving in, hoping that maybe, just maybe, one of those cheesy escape    tactics in the movies would actually work in real life, for once.