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Jamison Fawkes, AKA: Junkrat. Explosives-obsessed freak from the Australian wastelands. [Indie ask / rp blog / multiship] Background image by Charlie Bowater.

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Junkrat

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Sometimes, there’s only so much a wingman can do.

Original comic by Hayoubi.

[coconutmilkyway]

EVERYONE GO GOOGLE ‘MAGPIE HELMET’ and read about Australian magpie swooping it is essential to understand this complex imagery 

blizzard pls give me a magpie protection gear skin for Junkrat. please I need this. i need it to live

Seen earlier on my patreon!

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UGH THESE ARE OLD AND DUSTY BUT IM POSTING THEM ANYWAY FFFF

wanted to play with a more ‘wasteland scavenger’ type outfit just for shits n gigs. Wanted to focus on something that would protect from the elements too. idk here’s junkrat in a trench coat digging through garbage lmao 

Process steps and the PSD for this can be found on my patreon!

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Hola-!

Reviving this blog after much time of inactivity. I’m looking for storylines and partners! Feel free to message if interested.

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tumblr campain post to get junkrat a fucking bath

1 like = 1 scrub

1 reblog = 1 bar of soap

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Here are my entries for ‘Of Money and Explosives”! @junkrat-fanzine It has been an honour to be part of this, thank you so much! <3

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Drive!

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Unbind Me

“Unbind Me” - your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines.

It was not the rarest of occasions. In his life spent on acts of violence and terror, Junkrat had understandably made himself an impressive collective of individuals who could be considered enemies. What was left of the concept of justice within the irradiated wastelands of the Outback was undoubtedly dished out harsh and cold. Which, to the crooked Junker rat, was becoming more and more apparent as his time spent strung tightly against a rusted metal pike played out. He wasn’t entirely sure on which of his various crusades of destruction had miffed this specific gang of Junker cutthroats, but it had clearly made them feel the need to plan for his own torture and inevitable brandishing of his corpse to all who passed their settlement a few hops behind. With the appearance of a circling flock of mangy vultures growing ever so closer, the bomber squirmed desperately under his constraints. A crude combination of frayed rope, chains, and barbed wire encircled his gaunt abdomen, holding him in his place about 15 feet in the air. It was only now his frenzy had begun to slow, as he could feel the barbs of the wire surrounding him begin to scratch and dig into his harshly sunburnt skin. Thin streams of blood trickled slowly down his dirtied stomach and stained his scruffy shorts, a vivid red contrast within the dusty landscape. Grunting in pain, he gave a final attempt to reason with his captors. “Righty right! I-I get it! My bad, mates! Oi promise ya, no more trouble from me. Jus’ let me down an’ I’ll be out of yer sights. Yessir!” A forced chuckled came from the hanged man, followed by a low curse at the barbs that continued to tear at his chest. Wherever the lynching squad was, they certainly didn’t have the time to hear his cries for mercy. Through his desperation, he had barely noticed the hulking mass that became ever-so closer within his sun-blinded vision. Scruffy eyebrows rocketed upwards, his squinted bloodshot eyes peering desperately down at the emotionless black face that had made itself visible. It was undeniably Roadhog. “A-Ah! Oi! Roadie, that you?” Junkrat called, his chirping of a voice shaky and wheezing. A thick gruff came from the figure, a burly arm raising slightly to brandish his large hook in the sunlight. “Thank Mary, ya came at the roight time! Quick, quick, get me down will ya?” No significant response followed from his companion, only a concrete stare that had fixated on him and his situation. In the silence that followed, Junkrat scoffed impatiently, his legs beginning to kick at the pole behind him as his expression scrunched up into a scowl. “Oh- c’mon ya thick lug! They’ll spot ya if yer jus’ gonna stand there an’ gawk!” Again, nothing came from the large man below, his huffing breath radiating from the snout of his adornment being the only sound he made. Junkrat’s irritated leer began to fall into a slight quirk of confusion. His apparent savior seemed to only observe rather than act, despite his pleading. Then, a low rumbling voice came from below. “I do not want to work for you if you’re going to be killed this easily.” His free hand waved yonder as he continued. “Plenty o’more work more worthy than saving a damsel in distress.” Junkrat, in his current position, could only give a small cock of the head. “W-Wot ya goin’ on about? We made a deal- didn’t we?” Panic began to boil up within him. “Ya betta’ not be ponderin’ on leavin’ me ‘ere, ya meaty bastard! I ‘init jus’ hire ya to leave me to the birds!” Roadhog gave the familiar response in return. With another guttural grunt, he turned slowly on his heel to begin lumbering back from where he came. At the sight, Junkrat’s shouting began to quickly devolve into that of a pathetic whine, realizing that this could very well be his final day if his companion truly intended to leave him exposed to the elements like this. “Listen ‘ere ya stinkin’ heifer, so help me I’ll come down there an’ blow yer arms off!” With this threat came a violent jerk of his abdomen, the layers of twisted sharp wire cutting terribly deep wounds into his upper body. Junkrat yelped in agony. Swallowing back the remainder of his cursing, he let his body fall limp. The blood now dripped down his thighs and off the metal length of his prosthetic leg. Moaning out in defeat, he whimpered to his only companion. “R-Roadhog- look- I-I’ll be more careful, ya ‘ear me? Stay outta’ trouble… like ya said. Yeah?” The pig of a man came to a stop, his hook still clenched in his fleshy hand. His head turned sideways, a single piercing eye from behind glass lingering on the hanging man. For a moment, it had met Junkrat’s desperate reddened face. He had lost any trace of the regular clouded musings, or childish anger that it normally showcased. Perhaps, for once the singed madman was attempting to show a genuine sense of reasoning that was rare for him. After all, he was about to be fodder for the birds who would sooner or later begin picking him to a hanging ornament of bones. “Consider this a warning, Jamison…” Roadhog grumbled, taking a step closer. “I’d prefer to keep this a steady income.” He added, reeling his hook back far behind him and casting it upwards. The hook sank itself amongst the layers of chains and wire with an alarming proximity to Junkrat’s shoulder. The restrained man offered a relieved toothy grin before being yanked downwards with brute force. With a sickening thud, he had slid down the length of the pike and onto his bottom. Roadhog’s dirtied fingers slipped themselves tighter amongst the loops of the chains, giving a final thrust backwards against the prison of scrap metal, which gave in with a flurry of force. Once the slight plume of dust cleared, a bloodied and frail Junkrat wobbled up onto his legs. “Ya got my thanks, mate…” He spoke, out of breath, giving a light nod of the head and a smirk on his cracked lips.

[magnagallina]

A new deadly duo is comin to town

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lil doodle of the lad 

greasy ass oil stained shirt 

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expanding the lore with @coldstonedjones 

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Mad Max aesthetic.

Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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[[ yoooo do this I am really in a writing mood r/n! ]]

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i made this as a weird reminder to redraw this but honestly it’s funnier as is.

reaper76 in a nutshell.