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I love Ramattra so much, slowly learning how to draw him well <3

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Ugh this is so fire

long overdue but here are the younger versions of the boys as requested a while ago.

junkrat: various headcanon backstories… really... so many... in one he was alone pretty early. became part of the v8 cult, until he realized he's not keen on dying for an old man. escaped. joined the scavengers and scrappers. found treasure in the omnium and with the age of 22 was the most wanted man in all of australia. met roadhog at the age of 23.

roadhog: very angry, very gay. lots of trouble. dropped out of school. settled in the outback and earned himself a reputation as an enforcer long before the omnium blew. heaps of hard labour and violence. kept the peace in his community by any means necessary. after the fallout he continued the job, only a bit more radical.

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I love rewriting my old smut because this Price x oc fic is going from 1k words to almost 3k VERY quickly.

And I’m not even close to finishing it - not even halfway yet. Screams and rolls on the ground in excitement

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me: oh wow im so hungry this fine morning i wonder what i have in the pantry

the devious captain crunch:

'coat by erl, s/s 2022' in in america: a lexicon of fashion - andrew bolton + amanda garfinkel (2022)

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chat I believe I might be the one true hater this world needs. I don’t know who I’ll hate next but go, my scarab. Curse thou enemy with the blood of Gods and poison thy heart with pleasure. Turn to ash upon hitting the golden rays of the rising sun and may you be shown no mercy in the hell’s fiery depths.🪲 🪲 🪲

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giggles and kicks my feet. im so utterly hopeless it’s not even funny 😭

JDNWJDBWKWKDKWK I NEED THIS MAN TO GIVE ME LOCKJAW 🙏😭😭

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JDNWJDBWKWKDKWK I NEED THIS MAN TO GIVE ME LOCKJAW 🙏😭😭

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Can you do some more body language descriptions? For different emotions like Worry, sadness, love, etc!! Ty🩷🩷

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Worry

She wrung her hands together, her fingers twisting nervously as she struggled to keep her thoughts in check.

He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze darting anxiously around the room.

She pulled at her sleeve, the movement repetitive and absentminded as her mind raced.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil.

They hugged their arms tightly across their chest, as if trying to hold themselves together.

She paced the room, her steps quick and uneven as she tried to shake off the nagging sense of dread.

Sadness

She wiped at her eyes, even though no tears had fallen yet.

He let his shoulders sag, his whole body slumping as if the weight of the world rested on him.

She clutched her scarf tightly, her fingers gripping the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.

He kept his head low, staring at the ground as if afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.

They let out a shaky exhale, the sound heavy with unspoken grief.

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Love

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and shy as she met his gaze.

He brushed her hand lightly, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

They leaned closer, their knees nearly touching, as if drawn together by an invisible force.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression tender and full of quiet affection.

He laughed easily, the sound warm and unguarded, his gaze never leaving her face.

She reached out to fix his collar, her fingers lingering as she adjusted it carefully.

Guilt

He avoided her eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

She rubbed her temples, her hands trembling.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, unable to stay still.

She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, her knuckles white as she fought to remain composed.

They bit their lower lip, their jaw tightening.

He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his movements jerky and hesitant.

Fear

She took a step back, her breath quickening as her eyes darted to the nearest exit.

He clenched the fabric of his shirt over his chest, as if trying to steady his pounding heart.

She froze in place, her body stiff and her movements tentative, like a deer caught in headlights.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as he fought to calm himself.

They pressed their back against the wall, their hands splayed out.

She whispered under her breath, her words shaky and barely audible.

Jealousy

He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as his gaze followed her every move.

She tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythm sharp and irritated as she forced a smile.

He clenched his fists at his sides, the tension in his knuckles betraying his calm demeanor.

She cast a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line.

They shifted in their seat, their shoulders stiff.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his movements brisk and frustrated as he fought to contain his thoughts.

Relief

She exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping as the tension melted away.

He ran a hand down his face, his smile faint but unmistakably genuine.

She laughed shakily, her hand pressed to her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart.

He slumped against the nearest chair, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him up.

They let their head fall back, their eyes closing as a soft, contented sigh escaped their lips.

She smiled faintly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the table as the weight lifted from her mind.

Embarrassment

She tugged at the collar of her shirt, her cheeks flushing as she avoided everyone’s gaze.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his lips twitching into an awkward, forced smile.

She bit her lip, her hands fluttering nervously.

He let out a strained laugh, scratching the side of his head.

They hid their face in their hands, peeking out between their fingers with a sheepish grin.

She stumbled over her words, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt as her cheeks burned bright red.

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Junkrat getting bullied is my favorite type of interaction, poor dude gets shitted on by everyone

Also Doomfist can fist me anytime he wants, what a fine man he is grrr (First time I draw him, please don't look at him too much or I'll piss myself)

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