#hoggies are so neat

[i-identify-hognose-morphs]

Snow (albino and axanthic) superconda

How hognoses ask to be friends!

(The Hognose Twitch aka ScootScootScoot!)

If Sakura's body language is friendly, but she is partially in a hide, I'll drape my hand over her substrate barrier (which is a piece of plastic that keeps her substrate from spilling out when I open the door) and let her choose if she'd like to socialize. Sometimes she'll feel bold and take this as an invitation to come out, other times she'll rub up against me and caress my hand. I think she gets lonely when her sister goes to sleep before her, and if I offer her socialization time many times she'll lay with her body caressing part of my hand.

Each time she's done this, she's cuddled me a bit longer. Today, after cuddling, she had a surprise!

She did the hognose twitch for me! (Timestamp 0:37 & 3:35)The first time she did it, it was much bigger, but I had no idea she was going to do it so I grabbed my camera and filmed the one after. Usually she will twitch while scooting forward, but the substrate barrier prevented most of that-otherwise she probably would have had much bigger motions and scooted into my finger XD

If you are not familiar with "the hognose twitch" this is a way some snakes (including hognoses and rattlesnakes) will communicate to each other they are friendly please be nice too?, and the other snake will do the same motion back to show they are. Some folks think it has to do with mating, but it really doesn't anymore than waving hello is exclusive to dating- which I suppose snakes might do instead if they had arms.

Usually they only use this means of communication with other snakes, but babygirl was scoot scoot scooting specifically to communicate with me! So perhaps Sakura and I are now good friends, and I am an honorary snake. :3

Sometimes they will also twitch when startled, it seems to say a similar message, "I'm friendly! Don't shoot!" so to speak, which is why near the end you'll hear me talk about how I don't think she was scared/startled and doing this out of fear. Sometimes snakes will hide they are afraid, and you can tell if a snake is frozen in fear by stepping away a moment as scared snakes frozen in fear will take that moment to flee and hide.

I left her alone to be sure this interaction was not stressing her out or a startle response, and she just adjusted herself into her usual relaxed pose that she often takes at night to watch me from her little den before bed.

[goddamn-grammar-blog]

Welcome home, Rio and Chymera!

I couldn't help it, I fell in love with this little normal hoggie boy and had to have him. He's eating well on unscented f/t fuzzies. Luckily, the breeder was able to ship him same day as purchase so I was able to pick up both today.

Chymera is even more gorgeous in person! She's also very people oriented. It'll be neat to see if she maintains that aspect as she gets settled

(quarantining is always recommended for new reptiles. I am putting my other snakes at risk by not being able to have a separate space. Don't be like me).

[littlekatleaf]

I fretted fire

Awake late, feeling some kinda way, so must be writing Roadrat bits. This is pre-Buried in a burning flame

It’s not tonight Where I’m set alight And I blink in sight Of your blinding light ~ Hozier, Would That I

Roadhog rests the handle of the hoe against his leg, presses his fists to the small of his back, and stretches until he’s rewarded with a cracking relief of pressure. Thank Gods, the sun’s dipping close to the horizon, last rays reddened and dulled by the dust that coats everything. Still hotter than a shearer’s armpit though it must be half eight. Been working since dawn with only an hour or so rest in the hottest part of the arvo when Junkrat brought him a pint and a sanger.

Why he’s making this effort he can’t say - land so fucked with radiation and drought nothing’ll grow beyond a bit of Kangaroo Grass and the odd Boxthorn or Eucalyptus. But Junkrat’d gotten the idea in his head that Roadhog’s farm should be a farm. Without animals (Junkrat’s efforts at cattle rustling had, so far, failed), very least they could do would be grow some vegetables. Or something. Junkrat had been so caught by the idea that he’d actually bartered seeds from Bobby, who’d managed to keep Lisa’s garden alive even without her. Must’ve been some high value scrap, too - Bobby didn’t hand seeds to just anyone.

After all that work, Roadhog couldn’t bring himself to tell Junkrat no, so here he is, sweat pooling in the waistband of his jeans and burning his eyes, too much sun stinging along his shoulders. Unreasonably pleased at the neat rows he’s sown. Grow, don’t grow, he can’t control the plants any more than he can the weather… but he’s made the attempt. Junkrat swears he can rig up some sort of irrigation contraption, but Roadhog has his doubts. More than half suspects the claim is born of wanting to avoid the physical labor of planting. Prepping the field and actually sowing the seeds isn’t exactly an afternoon’s stroll, and even less so when the surrounding air feels straight off a barbie.

Lifts a hand to shade his eyes, gazes to the horizon, as if that’ll make the wished-for clouds gather. As if the puff of breeze is anything but hot and dry. Nothing to be seen but kilometers of arid waste. Another, longer, gust of wind, just as hot, lifts the hair from the back of his neck and sends another trickle of sweat down the center of his back. Roadhog frowns. Bushfire weather. The sky looms empty and flat. No hint of relief. But no smoke neither. Reckons it’d be safe enough, for now.

Heads to the house. Needs food and a shower, not necessarily in that order. Door to Junkrat’s workroom is closed but there’s no sounds of tinkering. Figures. No way he’s got enough scrap to actually build something that works.

Roadhog keeps the shower cold and the relief as it washes over him is exquisite. Still relishing the cool drops of water as they slide from the end of his ponytail and down the back of his neck, he rummages in the refrigerator for something to cook.

“Hungry, Rat?” he calls, but there’s no answer. Could be too immersed in plans to hear. Happens like that sometimes, like he’s swallowed whole by whatever’s caught his attention. So Roadhog doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, instead browning the last of the meat. He hums as he chops a couple of rather sad looking carrots, a zucchini that’s on the edge of edible, a capsicum and a few handfuls of wilted cabbage. Garlic, ginger, soy sauce sizzle in the wok and his stomach growls. To his surprise, though, even the scent of food doesn’t bring Junkrat from his room. He frowns, but lets it go. Plates the stir fry, leaves one on the counter - reckons Rat’ll emerge sooner or later.

Takes his own meal to the porch, hopes the breeze still kicking up dust devils will offer some measure of break from the heat. It doesn't. Instead, even as he eats a tension gathers between his brows, along his shoulders, tightening his stomach. Something in the air, an odd heaviness that tastes of electricity. A memory, locked firmly away, threatens to slip free. It chases him back inside and he digs through the cabinets until he finds an old bottle of gut rot whiskey, cracks the lid and takes a long swig, straight. Makes him cough, and the knot of trepidation loosens only slightly. He takes another drink and it burns his esophagus all the way down, pooling in his belly like lava. He keeps drinking anyway, standing in the doorway, eyes trained on the horizon. Watching. Until the last lingering glow of the sun has disappeared and the bottle is empty.

Then he finds himself in front of Junkrat’s closed door. Still no sounds from inside and he raises his fist to knock. But what will he say? What can he say? It’s hot? Feels like something’s coming? He’s afraid? Jesus, even thinking it feels fucking insane. Drops his fist, turns from the door and the odd silence.

Should probably go to bed. A headache hovers at the edges of his awareness threatening hangover, and to hopefully avoid it, he fills a glass of water, finishes it, fills it again. Rubs sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist. If he goes to bed, though, he’ll have to turn his back to the horizon. Have to close his eyes. Let the wind whine down the chimney… Can't bear it. So he paces. From kitchen to bedroom and back. Only sounds the wind and his own footsteps.

Until the work room door creaks open as he passes it for the hundredth, thousandth, some number beyond counting time. Junkrat freezes in the doorway, Roadhog in the middle of the hallway. Their gazes snag, catch.

Rat’s clutching a blanket around his shoulders, even in the heat. He tries to grin, but the expression’s a brittle and cracking thing. “Heya Hoggie,” he says, voice full of gravel and he coughs.

“...”

“Sorry didn’t give ya a hand with the planting. Been feelin’ sorta…” Sentence trails off and Rat’s gaze goes hazy before a heavy sneeze hastily muffled into the blanket rocks him forward.

“Bless,” Roadhog says but Junkrat waves it away.

“Don’t bother. Still gonna - ” he manages before ducking into the blanket as another sneeze shudders through him.

Roadhog takes a breath, but Junkrat sneezes a third time, and a fourth. Roadhog pauses, raises a brow. “...”

“Yeah, think I’m finished.”

“Bless. Forget the planting, ain’t a worry.”

Junkrat rubs his eyes. “What’re ya doin’ still awake, though? Thought sure you’d be sleepin’.”

Roadhog shrugs. The wind moans in between a window and its jamb and he shivers before he can suppress it.

Understanding dawns across Rat’s face. “Ah, it’s like that, o’ course.” Clears his throat. “C’mon. You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

“But you’re sick,” Roadhog protests through a yawn wide enough to crack his jaws.

“An’ I been sleepin’ most of the day. Can manage for a while.”

Roadhog wants to argue, but finds himself following Junkrat to the bedroom, lying down at Rat’s urging. His eyelids are so heavy. “Rat…”

“Sleep,” Junkrat says.

Only once does Roadhog jerk awake, the scent of smoke lingering in his nostrils, the echo of her cries in his ears. He blinks, and in the deep black of night he barely makes out Junkrat’s silhouette outlined by faint moonlight, all sharp angles and scarecrow hair, perched in the window, still keeping watch.

“Ain’t nothing but a dream,” Junkrat rasps, just above a whisper.

“I heard…”

“The wind,” Rat says firmly.

They’re both silent for a while. Roadhog shifts, trying to get comfortable.

As though the confirmation that he’s still awake gives Junkrat the courage he says, “You can tell me about it, ya know.”

“...”

“Nightmares.” A long pause, then an admission, “I get ‘em too.”

“...” “One day,” Rat says. “You can tell me one day.”

Maybe he will. But for now, trusting that Junkrat will watch for spark or flame, Roadhog lets himself fall back into sleep.

[biohazard-inevitable]

Boba Love

So it is 2 am when i’m writing this and I just wanted to say this was a blurb of an idea that slammed its way through the cosmos and into my skull. Basically the idea is Junkrat tries boba tea for the first time. Idk if anyone’s actually seeing this as I might not post this but it was a neat idea. Personally, I’ve never had boba and only recently found out the little balls are edible so. Thats about my knowledge, so have fun with this fic!

“Hoggieeee!” Junkrat whined out pathetically. “Hoggie I’m hungry and we’ve been on tha run for hours can we pleaaaaase stop somewhere?”

“Last time we stopped for something, you blew the place up and got more people chasing us Rat.” Roadhog growled out, already scanning for a place to stop as he sighed. “So we can’t stay for long.”

“Thank ya Hoggie!” Junkrat screamed out as he stood up in the sidecar to hug Roadhog. “Yer the best!” Soon, a large hand was on Junkrat’s face, forcing him back down in a sitting position.

“Jamison, sit the fuck down this is a highway.”

“Roger!” Junkrat beamed as he sat himself back down. Roadhog huffed and rolled his eyes, veering the bike into the exit lane so he could find a mall or something quick.

As Roadhog drove the bike into a strip mall parking lot, he looking around at their options. For someone who lived through an apocalypse, Junkrat was unbelievably picky. He couldn’t handle certain textures or flavors without gagging or going into a sensory overload, so Mako had to play it smart.

The options weren’t fantastic, mostly due to the fact that this strip mall seemed to be mostly trendy clothes stores and hair salons with a cheap dentist too for some reason. The only store with anything remotely edible was a small boba store, perfect. Perfect in a sarcastic type of way. Junkrat had never had boba before and Roadhog really didn’t want to make his partner go into sensory overload. Roadhog also didn’t want a whiny ride to the safety of their next cheap motel. He’d have to risk it.

“Rat there’s only one option.” Roadhog sighed out. “And it’s somethin new. Do you want to try it?” Junkrat hesitated a little bit as the cogs in his brain whirred, his face scrunching as he made his decison.

“Sure! What’s tha worst that could happen?” He smiled cheekily. Roadhog rolled his eyes under his mask and parked the bike behind the boba store.

Surprisingly to Roadhog, Junkrat stayed sat in the cart patiently as Roadhog went in and order, leaving with the store at gunpoint and two large boba teas. Junkrat sat in the sidecar, tinkering with some bombs as Roadhog approached.

“Here. It’s called boba tea. The little balls are edible.” Roadhog explained as he shoved one of the sweet drinks at Junkrat.

Junkrat took it and took a hesitant sip of the drink. After a slight processing pause and the revv of an engine, Junkrat took another more excited sip.

“Hooley dooley mat!” He exclaimed happily. “Whadja say this was called? Boba tea?”

“Yeah. You like it?” Roadhog asked.

“Mate, this is the best shit I’ve ever had!” Junkrat cackled, flapping his free hand about a little bit and took another sip of his tea as they sped off.

“I’m glad you like it. I was worried it would bother you or something and then you’d be even whinier than you already are.” Junkrat merely smiled a dopey smile and gently put his hand on Roadhog’s arm, giving him a little pat.

“I love ya too ya big lug.” He said softly. “And thanks. For everythin.”

As Junkrat said this, and though he couldn’t see it, underneath the mask Roadhog smiled. Never in his life would he ever regret the day he met the madman that was, Jamison Fawkes.

(Edit: it is now 4:06 am at the time I finished writing this i dont know what kept me awake. Also it got really sappy at the end I love writing these two please send in requests for stuff if you think of any. I do angst, fluff, comedy, etc. Currently I don’t write smut for personal reasons so dont ask for that but I’m up for mostly anything hope you guys enjoyed!)

[rhv]

Junkertown Notes

listen i’ve been rambling on my twitter all night about junkertown so here’s a compilation of some of the map/lore/trivia/easter egg detail stuff i discovered by watching way too many streams of the map’s gameplay and rewatching the shorts over and over again lmao. there’s a lot of things people haven’t noticed yet or have noticed but couldn’t make the aussie connection so i’m here to shed some light for y’all

(and here are my notes on actual gameplay things instead of just map lore/detail stuff)

"the queen's decree: 1. NO omnics 2. pay your share 3. finders keepers 4. settle your own scores 5. troublemakers will be EXILED" 

"WARNING: NO FUEL FOR 375KM" sign often appears around the map. though there is also giant red “petrol” tanks around the map but who knows about the actual rations hmmm

“DANGER KEEP OUT” around the map but most importantly it’s a sign that appears on the dunny i’m laughing that must be some explosive shit they got there (dunny = outhouse)

recycled rain water tanks has “RECYCLED” crossed out and written on it is “DRINKING WATER” so looks like they rely on rain water as source of water rather than possibly radiation poisoned rivers/lakes/etc

if you missed it there’s a pit of dead omnics by the throne/at the last checkpoint. also hilariously enough they placed a healthpack in that pit. 

SIGNS SIGNS SIGNS so many street signs scattered about and also written signs like arrows pointint to corridors, signs for stairs, exits, also a “WATCH YOUR STEP” sign on ledges lmao

posters for junkrat and roadhog scattered around junkertown that read  "do NOT admit [drawing of roadhog and junkrat] shoot ON SIGHT"

poster for “wrecking ball champion” and another poster i can’t quite make out ‘LOD--’ (dashes stand for letters i can’t make out but the first two letters might be partially covered hard to tell atm)

scrapyard sign reveals location of junkertown to be near perth

pub name is “wolf wood’s” possible game of throne reference? also is a spawn point

the tattoo parlour has an image of roadhog’s stomach tattoo “wild hog power” hanging on the wall with a label “SOLD” on it. junkrat’s shoulder tattoo is also on another wall of the parlour

kelvin 506 poster referencing the novel fahrenheit 451 aka dystopian anti-intellecual totalitarian future

restaurant sign says “take-out” when really it should be “takeaway” literally unplayable how could u do this to us blizzard lmao (jk, it’s just a small error but for aussies it’s noticable ok and here’s a hilarious thread about it)

you can Sit On Roadhog’s Bike this is important ok 

roadhog’s bed has a breathing apparatus installed so it looks like our boy hoggie has some serious breathing issues confirmed 

junkrat’s work desk is actually quite small and neat 

colour association is pretty big in overwatch yeah and it looks like the queen’s weapons next to the thrown has yellow medic vial attached or something similar, so it could suggest that she’s part medic. thinking about it it’d make sense given that in an irradiated area then medicinal knowledge and skills would be highly valued in the society

betting counters in the scrapyard for fights. art on the wall depicting two fighters ‘elvin sog vs bludger’ (edit: deciphered, it says elvin sog. not sure what it’s referring to though)

there’s a blackboard in junkrat and roadhog’s warehouse with their plan written on it “THE PLAN: 1. amass [--------] 2. load the trolley 3. acquire disguises 4. put on disguises 5. take trolley to gate 6. [scribble] sneak inside 7. light fuse 8. profit”  point 1 is going to be about amassing wealth/treasure/gold or something but i can’t make out the Exact Words right now. but lol. old ‘profit’ meme

what the heck the tattoo parlour is named “SWAGMAN’S NEEDLE POINT” LmAO. okay on a serious note swagman = labourer who moved around from farm to farm with their belongings in a bedroll aka a ‘swag’ (wiki here about swagman)

the wreckyard is named “BRUCE’S WRECKYARD” first of all bruce is the MOST cliched aussie name we can get mate lmaooo. but also, possible jaw’s reference to ‘junkyard bruce’ the only surviving prop shark from jaws movie after surviving in a junkyard for 25 years!

i haven’t slept since idk how long so i might have forgotten a few things and left them out but yeah enjoy! i’ll edit in things if i remember any more so feel free to check back again for updates

[artkaninchenbau]

So comparing the actual Junkertown map to what we see on the first page of the comic, it’s very clear that Junkrat’s little workshop doesn’t exist whenever the fuck the comic takes place (a few months ago? A year ago? Few years??), there being seemingly nothing around Roadie’s old barn aside from that old post/sign thing that Junkrat would later claim for his workshop

It’s gonna be interesting tomorrow if we find out how Junkrat’s workshop ended up being built there; (the comic seems to be about Hoggie tho so we might not find out anything about Junkrat and honestly considdering every bit of Junkerlore so far has been so Junkrat-centric, it’d be more than refreshing to have something Roadhog-centric)

Did Junkrat get forced to move to the Outskirts of Junkertown because of his love for explosives, only to set up shop right next to The Roadhog’s place because this little shit has no survival instincts (or who knows, maybe that’s the smartest spot to take, ‘cause if anyone tries to cause trouble, they’ll have to deal with pissing off the Hog in the process as well)? Is that really the case? Look I will never stop finding the mental image of Junkrat showing up one day all like “Hey-diddly-ho, neighborino” at Roadhog’s Fortress of Solitude hilarious. That’s funny as fuck to me okay, and if that ends up being canon I might just die

Or like. Does Junkrat’s workshop exist because while Hog accepted to bodyguard the little shit, he didn’t want Junkrat blowing crap up in His House?

Like I’m not expecting the comic to actually answer my questions of when and why Rat built his workshop, but this panel here does tell us one thing for sure; Junkrat built that workshop on his own for himself and that’s neat/cute

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

Hi. For the writing request: Bottom Roadhog with sexy lingerie and spanking please :)

I sit on requests for so long!! Forgive me!

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When Junkrat had been no more than a wee lad he’d gotten his hand on a ratty old magazine that showed beautiful men and women, soft types that had clearly never seen a desert, much less an apocalypse, all posing for a camera.  Most of them were naked, which, yeah, that was neat he supposed but Junkrat had seen loads of naked people already.

He was at that awkward age when his body seemed to know things his head didn’t, and the second he saw a woman wearing some kind of frilly outfit that hid hardly anything, but hid enough, well... it was like electricity shot right through him.

Junkrat had had a thing for that sort of thing ever since.  Had no fucking clue what it was called until he was describing this hazy childhood memory to Roadhog, who grunted out some fancy suit word. 

“Lingerie.”

“Lawngeray,” said Junkrat, the word feeling like marbles in his mouth.  He grimaced, he’d kinda preferred when he didn’t know the word for it.

Roadhog snorted behind his mask, “Close enough,” he rumbled.

“Yeah, well, that shit is...” Junkrat whistled, “fuck mate.  They ain’t never have that stuff back home in Junkertown, but I always wanted ta root someone dressed up all fancy-like.  Don’t wanna strip it off, jus’ wanna push it aside and-” Junkrat groaned and mimed thrusting forward, cackling breathlessly as just the thought made him horny.

“Knock it off before you blow your load in your shorts,” Roadhog growled.

Junkrat giggled, squirming a little as he dropped back onto his chair, “Ya’d like that, ya pervert.  Ya fat cunt, ya’d love ta see me wet meself, eh?”

“Shut. Up.” Roadhog snarled.

And that was the end of that.

Or so Junkrat thought.

Two months later they were bursting into a hotel room far fancier than they were.  Not that that bar was very high, an abandoned fridge in a muddy ditch was fancier than they were, but this place had a massive king-size bed, some kind of huge tub, big ol’ TV, and a pure white carpet that was already turning grey the more Junkrat drug his filthy old boot around on it.

“Holy dooley!” Junkrat crowed, throwing himself on the bed with a bounce and a cackle, “can’t wait ta wreck this place!”

Roadhog grunted, he had his back to Junkrat, digging through one of his saddle bags.  He pulled something out, hidden in one big fist, and wandered into the big bathroom, shutting the door with a snap.  While Roadhog did whatever the hell he was doing, Junkrat played around with the TV remote, getting it turned on and set to a local news station to see if their latest heist was being reported on yet.

They had their own special! Junkrat screeched with delight, “Hoggy! Hog! Oy! We’re on the telly!  Look!  Finish yer shit an’ get out here!”  Junkrat sat up on his knees, biting his lip as he tried to smother down a truly manic smile to see his and Hog’s faces on the screen, a list of all their crimes following.  There was chase footage he hadn’t seen yet too, Hog handling his bike like a goddamn master.  Junkrat made an impatient sound, Hog should be seeing this!

Just as Junkrat stood up to go over there and pound on that damn door, Roadhog stepped out and Rat’s leg gave out and sent him crashing to the floor, back against the mattress as he swore at the sight.  Roadie, his Roadie, was wearing some of that lawngeray that he loved so goddamn much.  Stockings up his thighs held on with a garters attached to panties that were so sheer that Junkrat could see his bulging cock carefully folded into them.  Shit, second Hoggy got had he was going to tear them apart.

Then he had his perfect tits pulled into some kind of sheer bra.  Or somethin’.  Junkrat didn’t even have the words to describe what he was seeing, he just knew that his motor was running at full speed and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath.

“Get off your ass, Rat,” Roadhog growled, and even wearing that fancy, frilly get-up, he still exuded the air of a man who could, and would, snap your neck.  Junkrat was so hard there was already a tent in his shorts by the time he scrambled back up.

“Look at ya, mate,” Junkrat breathed, wiping some gathering drool off his chin, “Fuck ya gorgeous cunt, ya tryna kill me?”  In all his wildest dreams he’d never imagined his little fantasies could be real, yet here they were embodied in Roadhog who was still wearing his mask, because of course he was.  Junkrat liked it though.  “Turn around,” said Junkrat eagerly, twirling his finger as he grinned widely.

Roadhog turned and Junkrat got an eyeful of his ass, hardly contained by the panties, the garters squeezing around his thick thighs in a way that made Rat want to grab and squeeze them.  He darted forward and slipped his finger under the band of one garter to pull it and snap it with a satisfying  SLAP against Hog’s skin.

“Fuck,” Roadhog grunted.

Junkrat tittered and slapped Roadhog hard on the ass, enjoying the way he grunted and rocked onto his toes.  “Oh fuck yeah, Hoggy, ya know I’m gonna fuck the shit outta ya... how about ya bend over fer me.”

Roadhog snarled at him from over his shoulder and Junkrat giggled, “Uh, please?”

That was the magic word that got Roadhog to lay over the edge of the mattress, his feet spread on the carpet so his ass was up in the air.  Junkrat gave him a few more hard spanks, enjoying the sight of his ass jiggling in the panties, or the heavy bulge between his legs, straining the fabric to its limit.

When Junkrat finally got to push aside the panties and slide his cock into Roadhog’s ass, freshly stretched and lubed up, it was all his wildest dreams come true.  Junkrat rut into him like an animal, laying over his back, hands groping the fat at his sides and up to his tits, groping and squeezing and pinching his nipples through his little bra.

He wasn’t built to last, didn’t have the patience or the stamina, and Junkrat squealed as he came in only a few thrusts, spilling deep inside Hog’s ass, hips jerking gracelessly as he milked himself dry.  Before Junkrat could pull out, sweating and trembling, Roadhog reached back and forced him forward with a harsh grunt.  “Stay,” he growled.

“H-Hog,” Junkrat whimpered as Roadhog started to rock back against him, the big hand on Junkrat’s hip moving away.  He was so fucking sensitive!  It nearly hurt as Roadhog fucked himself on Junkrat’s softening cock, more than once he nearly slid out, but fear of disappointing Hoggy, who had dressed up all nice for him, kept Rat pushing it back in.

Finally Roadhog grunted and squeezed Rat’s cock, making him squeal and sink his nails into Hog’s back.  Junkrat pulled back at last, panting and gasping for breath, looking down at his poor abused prick.  “Cunt,” he groaned, flopping dramatically over the mattress beside Roadhog, who was still catching his breath.

“Wouldn’t happen... if you didn’t blow your load... so fast.”

“Mate...” Junkrat giggled weakly, “with ya in that outfit, yer lucky I didn’t blow it in me shorts the second I saw ya.”

“Idiot,” Roadhog growled, but when Junkrat wriggled closer he lifted his arm so Junkrat could cuddle up against him as they both fell asleep.

[primedspecimen]

space tho am i right

“Too right! Stars are just... giant explosions paused mid blast an’ then they implode an’--aww, it’s so neat! I wanna know more ‘bout space but it’s real hard ta get any’ o’ the good learnin’ in my predicament. Hoggy taught me a bit but he ain’t a genius. Bloody bright as the sun, but no genius. Oh--did ya know that IQ tests don’t actually measure how much ya know? It’s a measure o’ how quickly ye can figure out somethin’ new an’ shit. It’s wild.”

[incaseofjeon]

shipping meme: namjin, taekook and yoonmin

ahHH THANK YOU ANON ;A; wow..3 ships. this is gonna get long omdgdff BUT IM SO EXCITED TO DO IT, thank you so much angel ;;;; ♡♡♡

namjin:

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch: namjoon! jin has class and only falls asleep on the bed, or at the table

makes friends with the neighbors: KIM SEOKJIN king of charisma and dad jokes ;;; he brings them food when he makes too much and charms everyone with his aggravating sense of humor AHJSBFSDF

is the adventurous eater: i like to imagine jiN lmao but also kind of both of them? jin more likely to try all sorts of “delicacies”, namjoon more likely to actually somehow like the weirdest things they eat

hogs the covers at night: NAMJOON. jin wins back his share of blankets with Brute Force

forgets to do the dishes: namjooN I THINK ;;;; too busy with all the deep thoughts of existence life music and relationships in his head. but then again jin might also get all i-cooked-so-your-ass-had-better-clean-or-im-replacing-your-ryans-and-browns-with-mario and namjoon has to Do It

tries to surprise their partner more often: namjoon ;;; the sweetest romantic, doing all sorts of little things and being really shy like “i was on a hill writing music and this flower made me think of you here is a giant bouquet + a vase bc i know we dont have a vase” ;_; jin is such a..pure soul easily content and in bliss, i like to see him as not the kind to very actively do special surprises bc all the usual daily things mean a lot already ahjdbfjd

leaves dirty laundry on the floor: …namjoon

stays up til 2 AM reading: NAMJOON. jin is awake too, watching anime

sings in the shower: JINNN but also, imagine namjoon rapping to the soap. how cUTE

takes the selfies: KDSFSDJ BOTH OF THEM they are selfie kings

plans date night: hmmgmn both but mostly joon? jin gives all sorts of sweeping suggestions and namjoons the one who actually makes it work, + adds in surprises hahha

taekook:

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch: BOTH but mostly jeongguk ;; taehyung (if he hasnt showered) falls asleep either on jeongguks side of the bed or directly on jeongguk HJDSBFJS

makes friends with the neighbors: KIM TAEHYUNG ahhh everyone loves him, he remembers names and greets them whenever they meet ;;

is the adventurous eater: …..as far as food goes, taehyung. as far as putting things in his mouth that dont typically belong in mouths go, jeongguk

hogs the covers at night: hmmfdnn i like to imagine..probably..neither ? more likely taehyung maybe, but not like real hogging jsut kind of grabbing at it. plus theyre so honeymoon i bet they cuddle up so close together that theres no hogging to be done

forgets to do the dishes: taehyung ahdfhFD ;; he forgets when its his turn. jeongguk the meticulous virgo gets his ass to do it akshddksf

tries to surprise their partner more often: taehyung a bit more i think! but i like to imagine both of them as big surprisers omfdgf ;; taehyungs surprises just tend to trump jeongguks, and are, well, more surprising

leaves dirty laundry on the floor: boTH. taehyung is honest about it, jeongguk tries to insist hes neat but hes no exception to the slovenly lifestyle

stays up til 2 AM reading: taehyung!!!!

sings in the shower: boTH, jeongguk more loudly

takes the selfies: BOTH BUT BITCH THEY DONT POST

plans date night: neither ofgjdfnjhd jeongguk the type to make a loose plan, but they just improv everything after bc taehyung is beautifully spontaneous and jeongguk is happy with taehyung no matter what theyre doing

yoonmin:

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:

falls asleep on the couch: min yoongI

makes friends with the neighbors: jimin ahhddf ;;; neighbours reach out to him actively first, bc hes just such a kind helpful ANGEL 

is the adventurous eater: JIMIN yoongi has 2 be fed

hogs the covers at night: yoongi uSUALLY but sometimes jimin gets hoggy and then its over bc once he grabs those covers he Does Not let go

forgets to do the dishes: …botH I THINK. or more like, they remember but kind of put it off a bit. or rush to wash the plates first bc plates are easier to wash pfgkdjng 

tries to surprise their partner more often: yoongi!!! ;;; jimin does a lot of sweet things but theyre not surprises, but yoongi’s the one who quietly toils to go All Out with epic surprises so romantic you would never have thought it was humanly possible to do

leaves dirty laundry on the floor: …both. yoongi just leaves them, jimin forms small piles AKHFKSDF but jimin is also the first one to crack and chuck them in the washing machine

stays up til 2 AM reading: yoongi kahbfjd except 2am is too early for him hes up doing 20845489 things till 5-7 is2g does he even sleep I WORRY

sings in the shower: PARK JIMIN EVERYONE IS BLESSEDT

takes the selfies: kdhfdsh BOTH but more jimin i think ;;; yoongi does take them too but hes also more likely to take jimin pictures secretly and hoard kahfiudf

plans date night: both of them together ;;;; yoongi gets final say akhdsfd but they rarely have many objections 

anyway ahsbfjds THIS WAS FUN ;;; thank you so much for the ask ahhhH

[loremonster]

So as I understand when a hoggie meets a hoggie they do a lil twitch to say "Hey, I'm like you, please don't eat me!" Along with belly oil scenting, and snakes that have met before do the twitch sooner for each other; recognizing a snake they've met before amd refreshing the Don't Eat Me! Message like a hand shake.

I would not at all be surprised if snakes, when doing their greeting, also catch each other's shed if there's a dry edge and help get the old skin off. Like rubbing on a rock, but the rock can see you and bend around you to help drag a shed off.

Gotta imagine that feels freakin good. If I were a snake who was all itchy and half blind from shedding, and I not only smelled my friend stopping by but they helped my shed come off and now I can see all the way?? HECK YEAH! Anything I can help you with? No? Aweee well I still wanna hang out with you.

And chance encounters like that happening at a critical mass is how a species develops a social behavior. Enough generations keep helping one another with shed, in 10,000 years you have a more social snake that may rub all over another individual and be EXTEMELY active seeking pets and affection. So long as meeting another individual has positive outcomes, the behavior keeps developing.

When those new behaviors happen to help the snake get along with people in their homes as loving companions / part of the family, that's the process of domestication. Individuals becoming cooler and more happy with people over time and improving the person's life with their presence.

I think its so freakin neat, and I love how our various animal friends communicate themselves, and we keep observing and discovering more subtle behavior patterns that suggest many animals have a sense of self and of family. Happy pets show their comfort and sense of safety, and even when not eager for physical affection show how much they appreciate their home just by bein chill.

I love interspecies trust bonds 💚💚💚

A lot of people claim snakes don't like being pet and will only, at best, learn to tolerate it. Not sure where they got that idea. Scoria will actually ask for pets!

She will pet herself with her chin to ask me to pet her, and either relax or continue to help me pet her when I do. (This is after I had been petting her, she's asking for more pets.) Once she's had enough pets, she'll often pet me! ...or wander off to explore, haha.

I suppose in her world I'm doing something nice for her that feels good, and she wants to do the same for me. < 3

If I were to guess about this behavior, since mentioning it to other hognose caretakers and it seems to be unique to Scoria, it's probably learned behavior branching off of a natural behavior. Snakes can learn by watching and mimicking behavior. I see her sister learn from her, and she probably learned to pet herself and me by mirroring me petting her. I also think it is similar to a natural behavior- when hoggies greet each other they twitch and then rub their bodies so over the other. My guess is they are rubbing the oil on their bellies on the other snake, and I am rubbing the oil from my fingers on her so we both get each other's scent.

That's just an educated guess partially based on a study where snakes could identify themselves by belly oil scent, and watching snakes greet each other. But it would be interesting to hear if anyone else has experienced something similar.

So, if I'm correct... My baby girl has accepted me as an honorary snake family member. Aww <3 It's family love!