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piyotycho · 2 days
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Yunka in scribbles
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atypi-art · 2 months
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Left in shock? I don't think so...
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thapunqueen · 1 year
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and who could forget dear rat boy
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Junker
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the jonkler
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(Part 1)
*Drip Drip Drip*
*Cheering*
*Drip Drip Drip*
*Cheering*
This endless cycle of noise had been the only sounds that emenated your cell for the past few hours. You'd see the other prisoners come and go with some not coming back at all. If they had scars before they were sure to come back with more after whatever beatdown they'd receive from being out in the ring. Most people would show sympathy. Some fear. You'd be one of them if they had shown any care for you and your situation but none of them did. You were just another prisoner and a strange looking one at that. You couldn't help that. No matter how hard you tried to plead to the "guards" none of them would listen.
"Queens orders and Queens orders only" was all they'd say to you, time and time again. Eventually you stopped asking, realizing that the only way out was by surviving. Luckily you'd had enough time to do so when you were stuck out there: Out in the wastlands. It was only supposed to be a short mission. You weren't supposed to be stranded. It wasn't supposed to end up like this. You had no business being in here and as much as every poor soul in this cell feared the Queen, you felt terrified enough just being in the same vicinity as the other cellmates. You felt like a rabbit stuck in a dingos den.
Its not that you feared for your ability to withstand whatever fight you were forced to participate in. It is what they plan on doing to you wether you win or not. Again, you didn't belong here. You knew nothing of the Junkers customs or lack there of. Your a recon, or rather you were a recon specialist. You took calls from all over the world freeing, or "kidnap back" is what you called it, people who have been kidnapped. You knew it was dangerous but money was tight, but this time you should have listened to your gut. You knew you should have never accepted that client.
Going into the heart of Australian outback was red flag number one, but when your client and their friends decided to tag along was red flag number two. Well either way it was one red flag too many as they left you stranded to trek the wastelands by yourself. They left out there with only the clothes on your back. How you managed to survive had to have been from some divine power, or you'd simply given up caring about the pain. You told yourself you'd try to find a boat that could take you back but that goal was cut short when you ran into the wrong people. Just your luck. Wreckers, Scavagers, Junkers? Whatever they liked to call themselves they saw you as an easy target.
In a cruel irony you had to laugh "Sorry the last guys already robbed me of everything, say for these clothes and my gas mask here." Well you did have your nano pack. It was hidden under your corset. Nobody's been able to pry that thing off of you and you've done a good enough job keeping people away from it. In that moment it wasn't any different. Left with nothing you weren't sure how these Junkers were going to react to your lack of on hand goods. You weren't sure if they were going to kill you. However, surviving didn't mean you were in any shape to fight. You were beyond tired and with no energy left to give your body gave in.
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Thinking, thats all you've been doing since you awoke in this cell. Thinking, listening to the sounds of the crowd, and watching other prisoners return beaten and bruised. Without a calendar in sight you haven't gottena clue how many weeks have passed since you've been stranded in Australia but somethings telling you that even if you survive this you're probably gonna be stuck here for a while.
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*Knocking on your cell door* "Oi. Time to get yer head out the clouds. Todays the day you fight in the pit "princess"." One of the guards shouts disrupting your thoughts.
Princess the only thing they've been calling you as none of them bothered to remember your actual name. To be frank it's not like you knew their real names either, at least you hoped these weren't their real names. Beater, Six Fingers, Crazy Eye? At least it was better then being named after prison numbers, but you had to wonder if the rest of Junkertown's residents had a similar naming system.
At least your nickname wasn't degrading. You've been called "small fry" and "crybaby" one to many times in grade school. Looking down at your attire you couldn't exactly argue with the guards on the name either. Wearing a pink corset and ruffled skirt to mach, your once pink and black tights have been torn to shreds. Your combat boots were still somewhat intact but they'd managed to be caked in dirt that their luster has been lost to the elements. Your pink and black gas mask covers your face with only your (color) hair showing through. Its filled with bows and clips that your surprised no one has plucked them out of your hair. You are grateful that no body has questioned the bulging nano pack thats hidden beneath the corset or the matching black gloves that are wired to it. It is your only chance at surviving the pit given your current stature is not winning any body building competitions anytime soon.
Your thoughts were interrupted again, but this time the guards were making their way towards you. Having been fed up by you not moving as fast as they had wanted, they took matters into their own hands. Doing so by picking up your body and shoving you out the door. They undid your restraints as they continued to shove you towards the Pits entrance. There was no time to relax as with each passing step the other cellmates would chant your name. "Princess! Princess! Princess!". Some would speak in full sentences like "Don't lose all your limbs out there!" "Give the Queen a good show!" "Don't squash it in the first minutes". Insults? Threats? Words of encouragement? Doesn't matter, whatever the intent is all you know is that right here right now all those cheers weren't for anyone else today. Those hundreds of screams and cheers were for you and they weren't going to quite down no matter how hard your heart sank just thinking about it. With one moment to breathe you were forced into the Pit as the door shut behind you.
The Queen herself sat upon her throne. She was beautiful yet terrifying.
"Right! All you Junkers and Wreckers alike! Let me hear you! It's time for the wreckenin'!" The Queen shouts as the of cheers of all of Junkertown's residents fill the arena.
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👑💣🔥💥☠️👑💣🔥💥☠️👑💣🔥💥☠️👑
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randgrrris · 1 year
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I've made a digital Adult comic of Junker queen x mercy in their halloween skins >:3
It's a digital download of 19 PNG image files 1500px x 1020px
that include 1 cover and 18 pags to "read" ;))
25% of earnings will go towards the turkish red cross to help the victims of the recent earthquake(more into in the description).
everything for the price of 5 buckeroonies(not including vat).
i've left the option open for ppl to pay more if they like, but i don't judge anyone on what they want to pay.
I'm happy about any purchase and i will of course keep ppl updated about the pledges on twitter(@strstyler). Already a big thank you to all the ppl that have bought the comic :)
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artnevoa · 2 years
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Just a quick doodle from last night. Might cause problems on purpose later idk
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He came out much more "fuckboy-y" than I intended but oh well lol
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www.etsy.com/shop/PhoenixLegends
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kitkatinahat · 1 year
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BECAUSE I CAN'T BE BOTHERED WITH EDITING IT, also I love Queen
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nethompson · 11 months
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I painted this truck for my Cedar Creek Series. I couldn't decide which angle to paint it from, so I decided to do both. They are acrylic paint on 8"x10" and 11"x14" canvas. After beginning to batch these paintings, I decided to name the truck Mossquatch. Here are the side view and front view  paintings of "Mossquatch" SteelArt By N.E.Thompson
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piyotycho · 3 days
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Yunka in scribbles
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atypi-art · 2 months
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I made Jamison last night, hehehe the little junker boy Junkrat!
I did some tests for practice, I hope you like it!
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bees-everywhere · 1 year
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Well, this took forever. But, it was a labor of love 😍😭
obviously based on her completely out of context voiceline ab how she loves neon. Me too JQ, me too.
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roughridingrednecks · 9 months
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Junker
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bmpmp3 · 1 year
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SOME yumemis + a couple junker doodles
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